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Lord of the Legion By: Lyrissa "Beware, mortal. Your doom is at hand!" the towering figure said in its deep, sonorous voice. The figure stepped out of the shadows and the flickering light of the lamps cluttering the laboratory revealed a tall male creature with a deep red skin and a pair of odd backwards-jointed legs terminating in massive hooves. He stood tall enough to nearly scrape the top of his ridged skull on the ceiling of the room despite how spacious it was, and the short, thick tail that dangled from his rump wagged slowly from side to side. He raised his arm and pointed with one finger towards the other end of the laboratory as his face contorted in a barely repressed fury. "Doom has come to your woOOOOOOOH CRAP!" The giant tried to take a step forward as he spoke and his oddly jointed legs lost their footing and he tripped himself, falling forward like a huge red-skinned tree. With an oddly shrill yelp the eredar lord smashed into the floor, his darkly elegant face smashing into the carpet in a very undignified way. The massive thud from the impact shook the beakers and tubes scattered across the laboratory tables and toppled a few books off the shelves. The giant demon groaned and flailed, looking almost like a giant crab unable to right itself. After two unsuccessful attempts to push himself back to his feet (hindered by how awkward he seemed to be in getting his goat-like legs under control) he instead sighed deeply and reached up to his neck. After a few false starts the eredar's large fingers found a small object hidden under the red skin on his neck. He grabbed hold with three fingers and tugged downwards across his spine, and suddenly the massive body of the demon man opened up like a cocoon and began to deflate. With muscles emptying like punctured balloons and the skeleton beneath seemingly vanishing, the ornate shoulderpads on the creature's shoulders fell to the floor, and the shrinking arms slipped out of the large metal armbands around the wrists of the demon. As his body collapsed in on itself he finished the opening by tugging all the way down to just above the root of his tail and then the eredar lord just flopped to the ground like a huge, empty sack. There was a flailing movement within the empty skin as a much smaller figure struggled with the enveloping costume before finding the seam and pushing out through it, rising from the back of the collapsed demon man. "Great. The motor functions -still- won't work," Jaina Proudmoore mumbled to herself as she stepped out of the seam, walking back to her workbench. The archmage of the mage city of Dalaran and archmage of the Kirin Tor had a determined expression on her pretty face as her bright blue eyes scanned over the copious notes she had made about the suit-making process. She bit her lip and let her slender finger trail across the notes regarding how the suits -should- work. She frowned, and cast a glance back at the empty scarlet form lying on the carpet behind her. "Why won't you work, big guy?" she muttered to nobody in particular. Her eyes narrowed. Jaina checked a few notes she had made about neural integration with the suit, and suddenly a thought dawned on her. Maybe it was all about the size and power. She had successfully manufactured suits that transformed her into various human-sized creatures (and had quite a bit of fun with them), but this was the first time she had tried something this massive. Producing another set of notes, written in a different hand than her own, the archmage consulted them critically before comparing them to her own. "That's it. Damn it. You're just too big for one tiny human woman to operate, even someone with my modest magical skills," Jaina said to the costume. "But what to do about it? I could make myself bigger before donning you, but I'm not sure that-" She froze, considering something. "Wait. Wait. That could actually work. Yes! Yes it could!" she shouted in excitement, starting to scribble down a new sheet of notes. Finishing, Jaina looked over what she had written and then back at the demon lord's empty skin. "Yes. It will work. The question is just who can I trust enough for this test? And who will trust me enough to perform it?" Jaina turned and stormed towards the exit. She had a few ideas on who to contact already. *** "I am not sure I understand why such secrecy is necessary, Jaina," Tyrande Whisperwind said as the tall, amazonian night elf priestess followed Jaina up the stairs. "Surely you trust us both enough to confide in us?" Jaina looked over her shoulder and smiled. She and Tyrande were old allies, having met during the most desperate part of the Third War. "I'd trust you with my life, Tyrande. It was more that I didn't want anyone -else- to possibly overhear it," Jaina said with a chuckle. "She has been working day and night on this project, priestess," Vereesa Windrunner said matter-of-factly. The leader of the Silver Covenant and ostensibly of the remaining high elves of Azeroth walked alongside Tyrande up the tower stairs, her silver hair and fair skin contrasting with Tyrande's luxurious green mane and purple skin tone. It was hard to believe that the two elves shared common ancestry, but magic could do many astonishing things, Jaina thought to herself. "All shall be revealed, though. In fact, right about... now," Jaina added. Jaina had reached the landing at the top of the stairs first and casually strolled onto a large silvery circle composed of thin lines and magical symbols which covered most of the floor. Tyrande and Vereesa followed, and when they were all standing inside the circle Jaina spoke a magical word rather than open the simple wooden door in front of them. The trio were suddenly teleported into a large chamber which resembled the Dalaran tower where they had just been in architecture, but could be virtually anywhere in the city or beyond. No windows existed to betray their location, and the huge laboratory was lit by flickering lamps and magical lights. While Tyrande's eyes quickly acclimated to the dim light, Jaina stepped over towards a tall object standing by one of the walls and covered in a long sheet. "Ladies, this is the reason I called you over here in such secrecy. Behold!" Jaina said dramatically and tugged at the sheet. As the white cloth pulled aside Tyrande and Vereesa gasped in astonishment, and Tyrande seemed to tense. "A demon?" Tyrande said. "Jaina, where did you get that? What -is- it?" Vereesa asked, confused. The empty skin of the eredar was suspended from a simple wooden frame, the hollow face displaying black gaping holes where the eyes and mouth should be. The costume was naked, with every line of the muscles and every tiny ridge in the ridged forehead clearly visible. Also on display was a large empty sock-like object dangling from between the legs of the disguise. The two elves approached closer as they quickly ascertained that the thing would not suddenly spring to life. "It's not real demon skin, don't worry," Jaina said, smiling as the other two examined it. "It's synthesized using an obscure arcane process by me, using some samples taken during various clashes with the forces of the Burning Legion. Right now it's totally harmless, just a big old sack of empty skin." "But?" Tyrande added, poking the sock-like dangling member between the legs of the skin. "But it's not just a morbid novelty item. It's a fully functional disguise, heavily enchanted by myself. Once worn by someone it will spring to life, fill out and become as real as their normal body." Vereesa quirked an eyebrow from where she had tugged out the slack tail of the suit and studied it. "So they would turn into an eredar demon? Just by wearing this?" she said, somewhat wary. "Yep. There's just been one little problem with the testing phase of this. I designed it to do deep cover missions into the heart of the operations of the Legion. By infiltrating their command structure we could learn so much and even change the movement and operations of the demons to suit our needs. It could be a step towards overthrowing the demons once and for all." "What is the problem then?" Tyrande asked, stepping back to lean against one of the laboratory tables. "Big red here is too large and the full form is just too much to operate by a single wearer. He needs to have a few people inside him sharing the duties if he's going to be able to fool any demons," Jaina said casually. Tyrande and Vereesa looked at each other. The night elf and high elf exchanged a few meaningful glances before Tyrande spoke again. "Jaina, am I guessing correctly that you have asked us here because you wish for one of us to help you... test... this 'disguise'?" "No, Tyrande. I actually need both of you to help me test it. My calculations indicate the neural integration will need at least three occupants to fully work." Vereesa's eyes widened in surprise, and Tyrande frowned a little. "This all sounds rather... dangerous, Jaina," Tyrande said. "I do like you both, but I am not so sure about being inside a giant demon with you," Vereesa said in a somewhat strained joking tone. Jaina sighed and nodded, walking around to face the two properly. "First off, this isn't some weird prototype experiment. I have extensively tested these suits beforehand, and I've never had any problems with them. The issue with this one is just a control problem, not that the magic is untested and dangerous. Second, should the test run not work, my teleport magic can whisk us away from danger at a moment's notice. In a crisis we can just open the suit seam up and separate. Third, just think of the enormous potential this has. We can save our whole world. We can save many worlds!" The two elves listened to Jaina's impassioned speech thoughtfully, and then considered the matter in silence for a few moments. Finally Tyrande looked up again. "Why us two? Surely there are others here you can trust who have more experience with the arcane and the Legion?" the night elf priestess asked plainly. "This is true, but the truth is that I would rather have two powerful, independent allies inside the suit with me to make sure the disguise works at maximum efficiency than some fellow mages. Also I trust you both enough to be willing to share a body with you, even if it is temporary. For a good cause, of course," Jaina said with a small giggle. Vereesa rubbed her chin thoughtfully, looking up at the skin. "I've read reports of magical costumes somewhat like this that have been used to great effect by undercover operatives all over Azeroth and Outland. I was a bit taken aback by the sheer scale of this one, but I do trust you, lady Proudmoore. If you think this disguise experiment of yours might prove a chance to rid ourselves of the Burning Legion I will happily aid you." Tyrande studied the other two and the costume for a little longer before straightening up and nodding solemnly. "I have no love for the idea to pretend to be a demon, but I wish to see this ancient scourge of our world gone with a burning passion. I will aid you for this experiment, Jaina." Jaina nodded, exhaling a breath she wasn't aware she had been holding. Her face broke into a joyous smile. "Very well then. Here's the plan..." *** The portal opened like a rent through the smog-tainted air and the three conspirators quickly stepped out onto the oddly colored rocky plain. As Vereesa made sure their arrival point was secure, Jaina dropped the large bundle containing the costume and clothing for it onto the rocks and closed the portal behind them while Tyrande examined the surroundings to make sure they were in the right spot. Netherstorm was a blasted wasteland suspended in the void of the Nether, a collection of floating landmasses of various size covered in jagged rocks and deep rents in the tortured earth. Even the sky above them was unnatural in its hues and what little animal life the three could even see was twisted and mutated by the unleashed energies that once blasted this region. "Not very comforting, really," Vereesa said tersely as she finished her perimeter search. "We probably should get started as quickly as we can though. Not only is this region filthy with demons but there's plenty of other unpleasant creatures here." Jaina nodded. "Agreed. The Legion encampment where we'll test out our disguises is close and they might have patrols in the area," she said as she opened the bundle and began laying out the eredar skin on the ground. "Then let us waste no time," Tyrande agreed. Together the three women spread the red-skinned costume out so it was resting face-down on the craggy ground with its clothing lying to the side. Tyrande spread the slightly moist seam along the back of the eredar as wide as it would go, once more secretly curious what wearing the magical skin would be like. Jaina had described the process as both exciting and scary at once, and the night elf priestess had found her curiosity grow for every day the three prepared for their mission. There was even a tiny part of her that was very fascinated by the idea that the three would be disguised as a male creature, something very far removed from Tyrande's normal identity. "Are you sure our gear won't rip the skin up?" Vereesa asked, prodding the bow strapped to her back. "Absolutely. The conversion process of the suit will simply conform our clothes, armor and weapons to vanish inside it just like our bodies. And the material is strong and durable enough to accommodate," Jaina said, laying the empty tail of the suit down. "Let us do it then," Tyrande said as she strode over. The tall night elf went down on her knees before slipping her long, thick legs down the seam of the suit, slipping her high-heeled shoes deep into the folds of the goat-like legs of the costume. Jaina had assured her that all they had to do was roughly position themselves right inside the costume and since Tyrande was the largest of the three it made sense for her to be at the bottom, supporting the other two. While the priestess as lowering her body down into the suit on the ground, Vereesa carefully followed her, easing her body down into the seam so her legs were across Tyrande's shoulders. Vereesa had a few more edges and spikes on the blue and grey armor of the Silver Covenant that she wore but she managed to get in without getting anything caught and soon she was draping her cape down over Tyrande's back and head. "Is that alright, priestess?" Vereesa asked. "I am fine. Jaina?" the night elf responded. The archmage smiled and walked to the upper half of the suit, carefully slipping her robes over the edge of the seam. The rich white purple and gold garments were a bit of a hassle to maneuver into the suit, but once Jaina was safely inside she began slipping her arms into the empty arms of the skin. She couldn't even reach the hands of the eredar disguise of course, but once the seam was closed that wouldn't be a problem anymore. Jaina carefully worked her head into the massive neck hole of the empty mask, fiddling the slip her long white and blonde hair across her shoulder so it wouldn't get in the way of the closing seam. "All set?" Jaina asked, and she heard two muffled affirmations from behind her. Somewhat awkwardly, Tyrande reached down to the rump of the suit and fumbled for the small metallic catch situated near the tail. Finding it and grasping it firmly, the night elf priestess began pulling up along the suit, closing the deep red disguise over her purple-skinned body. When the seam reached the point where Tyrande could no longer operate it comfortably, Vereesa reached down to take it over and continued pulling it closed. Soon Tyrande's head was gone inside the closing suit and the seam was quickly going up over Vereesa's back, only getting caught once on the bow and quiver the ranger carried there. When Vereesa could tug no further, Jaina reached down with her costumed hands to somewhat awkwardly take over and continue closing the seam, feeling an increasing sense of most heat as the skin began sealing. "Alright ladies. On three. One. Two. Three," Jaina said, and tugged the seam up the last bit of the way, letting it rest at the neck of the mask before quickly stretching her arms out to the sides again to avoid them getting caught in an odd position. Jaina had experienced the change before, but to Tyrande and Vereesa the transformation was overwhelming and startling. Just as the seam slammed shut, the thin line across the back of the suit faded into the crimson skin as if it wasn't there, and then the whole form of the eredar began twisting and shuddering. The massive muscles of the torso and arms began inflating as the suit began gaining substance at a rapid pace. The tail protruding above the buttocks stiffened and filled out even as the large muscular legs twisted and reshaped, popping into their default alignment. The massive hooves of the skin filled out as the body grew in size and solidified. The women within had the curious sensation of suddenly being slammed together firmly and rapidly, each one feeling themselves merge with the other two as they were changed and adapted to fill out their new shell. As the large hands of the eredar began fumbling slightly across the ground the massive creature grunted and began drawing heavy breaths of the acrid air. Inside the shared body, Tyrande, Jaina and Vereesa found their minds suddenly in close contact, enough so that they could easily communicate mentally without saying a word. It was a slightly uncomfortable feeling at first to be so close to two other people that they could sense the very thoughts flickering through the minds of the others, but the stark oddity and unpleasant undertone of this intimacy soon faded and the three minds found themselves working together. The red-skinned demon shook his mighty head and heaved slowly and carefully back to his feet, blinking to clear his vision. All three minds could work together to operate the body together and felt that they could easily work together on what to think or say, or simply surrender control to one of them to handle any such matters. As the demon got to his feet he felt power rush through his composite form, channeling back into the three inside him. The gestalt mind felt the hot, sooty breeze tickle their head-tentacles and play across their thick red skin, and they flexed their trunk-like arms with a satisfied grin. The three women inside felt the odd sensation of a tail flicking back and forth from the end of their spine, and also the somewhat awkward presence of a large piece of meat between their legs. The manhood of the demon lord was stiffening a little in the breeze, possibly spurred on by the excitement of the three who made up the composite being. Realizing that they were naked due to this, it suddenly seemed like a very good idea for the gestalt to get dressed and get moving, and soon the eredar was picking through the outfit that Jaina had prepared. A wide loincloth contained their member sufficiently and the red-skinned being continued to don a pair of greaves which covered their lower legs and a pair of spiked metal bracers which clasped around their wrists. The last piece of outfit were the heavy shoulderpads, and the three females inside were amused by leaving their broad, muscular chest bare. The eredar had a dark, very masculine attraction to his face, despite (or perhaps because of?) his demonic features and Jaina, Tyrande and Vereesa all found this more than a little exciting. With a final study of their surroundings to ensure nobody had witnessed the precarious moment of transformation, the gestalt shrugged. "We had better get moving to the Legion base," the eredar said in a deep, melodious voice. "They are expecting a new superior any time now, and we don't want to disappoint them, do we?" With a deep mocking laughter the eredar began walking casually and confidently across the blasted Netherstorm plains. *** "Follow me, lord Axos," the wrathguard said with a deep bow as he led the red-skinned eredar into the sprawling Burning Legion base. Everywhere the costumed females inside the demon skin could see, demons or their servants were going about their tasks. There were gan'arg technicians working on evil-looking black war machines, wrathguard and felguard practicing maneuvers, succubi gossiping and Shivarra keeping a stern eye on their charges and occasionally reprimanding one for some real or perceived error. The air was even heavier with the scent of metallic, acrid smoke, and there were other less identifiable odors on the wind seeping into the skin's nose as well. The gestalt infiltrator was careful not to let their occasional horror at what they saw shine through to their disguise and worked hard to keep their outer facade stoic. "We have been leaderless too long since those abhorrent mortals slew our former master," the wrathguard growled as he savagely lashed out at broken draenei slave who didn't move fast enough out of the way. "It is good to finally have a commander back who can bring this rabble back in line." "Yes, that is why I'm here," Jaina said using the voice of the eredar, deep and rumbling. "Tell me, is there much disobedience?" The wrathguard shrugged his broad shoulders. "Some. The lesser minions get ideas when there is no stern hand guiding them. Some of the slaves try to escape. That sort of thing. Fear will bring them to heel." The minds controlling the demon lord quietly argued between themselves over how to approach the situation. While they didn't want to engage in any of the depraved behavior of the demons, there was the matter of keeping appearances up. They agreed that some small acts of discipline against other demons would be fine. They were all wicked beings, after all. The inspection tour went well, with 'lord Axos' giving various clipped orders to his new minions but generally staying aloof and silent, communicating through glares and snarls. He was introduced to his higher ranking minions, and showed them what his three components considered to be the appropriate amount of scorn. Amazingly, other than some posing and veiled implications there seemed to be no signs that any of the demons suspected anything was wrong. So far, the plan was working perfectly. *** "This one has consistently been slow, lazy and produced poor results, lord," the Shivarra said with a tone of disdain. "You must pass judgment." The six-armed female demon held a stunted, hunchbacked creature swaddled in rags in two of her powerful arms. The smaller demon squirmed and struggled, yelping out clipped curses and pleas alternately. The eredar studied the gan'arg technician with a sign of dismay on his face. "Is he endangering the progress of the camp?" he asked of the shivarra. "Yes lord. Skax's propensity for gambling and sneaking off for unscheduled breaks are making the completion on reaver number six fall behind all the other projects, and it's only a matter of time before it leads to disaster." The red-skinned demon lord rubbed his chin and regarded the shivarra priestess and her captive from his enormous wrought metal throne, sitting like a king holding court over his underlings. Finally he rose to his feet, hooves clattering across the crude metal floor of the Legion command building. The eredar strode forward, experiencing a tightness between his legs as he approached the priestess. (We cannot actually begin executing creatures here,) Tyrande's mental voice said within the shared mind of the demon. (If we don't they'll either see us as weak or begin wondering if we have something to hide,) said Vereesa's mental voice coldly. (We would be engaging in the same behavior as our enemy,) Tyrande insisted. (Tyrande, I don't want to make light of the situation, but we are dealing with demons here. We have all opposed them with strict and lethal force before. This is nothing different,) Jaina said firmly. (That... is true. Very well, let us be quick about it,) Tyranded said, conceding. To the other two demons it looked as if their lord was momentarily just standing there and staring at them before raising an eyebrow and nodding to the shivarra to release the ga'narg. The stunted demon dropped to his feet and spat a string of curses at the demoness. "Technician Skax," lord Axos said in his rumbling voice, instantly commanding the small creature's attention. "You have had ample opportunity to prove you are worth more to the Legion alive than dead. And at each opportunity you have failed. There is only one punishment." The ga'narg began screeching and turned to run, but before it could get far a brightly burning fireball leapt from the eredar's fingers and burned straight through the demon's chest. Before Skax could realize what had happened, he was already dead. His body took a few more trembling steps before it fell face-first onto the floor, a foul stench of scorched demon flesh permeating the air. Lord Axos wrinkled his nose, but as he regarded the dead ga'narg he felt an odd sense of exhilaration rush through his form. The three minds within him suddenly felt a deep shame at the realization that not only had they casually executed one of their demon underlings. The worrying part was that they seemed to have enjoyed it. "Take the trash out of my sight," the demon lord said with a scoff, turning from the shivarra and the ga'narg to return to his planning table. *** While the infiltrators within the demon lord costume copied and smuggled out various Legion plans that fell into their hands and re-routed raiding parties to less vulnerable areas, the demon lord Axos maintained a facade of strict discipline and fear. It was only about a week after his arrival when he once more strode through the camp on an inspection camp, his wrathguard aide moving behind him and updating him on the progress of each project and plan currently in the works. The lesser minions cowered when the eredar approached and almost all the demons and slaves of the camp displayed as much subservience as they possibly could. "And finally, with the completion of the first batch of Reavers we are soon ready to push our advance on-" Axos's aide droned on while the demon lord barely listened. "Yes, yes," the eredar said impatiently. "What of the raid on the mana- forge?" "Our force was repulsed and nearly destroyed, lord," the wrathguard said reluctantly. "The hated mortals somehow ambushed our force and quickly routed them." "It was a trap!" a loud voice bellowed, and both Axos and the wrathguard turned to see who was speaking out so rashly. A muscular demon with plate armor covering parts of his almost freakishly developed body and a massive horned helmet covering his small head. The felguard stomped closer and jabbed a finger accusingly at the crimson-skinned demon lord, its grotesque facial features contorted into barely repressed rage. As the demon rushed towards Axos, suddenly activity all around the camp ceased and demons of all kinds peeked out from their workplaces to see what was happening. "They knew we were coming! They were tipped off! The mortals have spied on us!" the felguard bellowed. "That's ridiculous. How could they? Our spellcasters would have detected it long ago," Axos said non-commitally while trying to fight down a growing panic within his three component minds. "They failed! Or we have a spy or infiltrator here leaking information to the enemy!" the felguard growled. "My unit was destroyed because of this oversight, and I demand you do something about it!" (I think it suspects,) said Tyrande's voice warily. (It cannot know,) Vereesa added. (It is merely looking for anything out of the ordinary) (Which the creature might find if we don't do something,) Jaina added carefully. (But what can we do? We cannot just attack the felguard right now, that would be...) (...the kind of thing a demon would do?) (W-we are not a demon. We're just masquerading as one) Over the days they had been together in the suit they had found themselves agreeing more and more and thinking more and more alike, as if the sheer act of being inside the eredar costume gave them a new purpose and aggressiveness that had never existed in Jaina, Tyrande or Vereesa before. It had began as just keeping up appearances for their act, but now... now it was almost as if it came natural to them. The mental discussion was brief and not noticeable by any of the other demons. "That is an idiotic claim by a small mind, trooper," the eredar said dismissively. "You will join another unit and be more successful there. Be glad I am not holding you responsible for this failure." With that Axos turned to leave, motioning for the wrathguard aide to follow him. He saw two of the resident succubi giggle and wave at him, apparently impressed by his stoic manner. Then a large, broad-fingered hand closed around the arm of the eredar and forcibly spun him around. "You deny that there's any kind of spying going on? Maybe you are involved in it? Maybe you are a traitor, Axos?" the felguard screamed sending spittle across the eredar's deep red skin. "Maybe you-" The creature didn't have time to say anything else. The gestalt demon had summoned all the combined power of his form, fueled by the three powerful women inside him, and the seething energy of necromantic magic enveloped the felguard. Before the simple-minded martial demon could understand what was happening, the black cloud was eating away at his form. Axos grinned at the sight, even as the felguard roared in rage and rushed at him. The dying demon flailed, its massive fists searching for the head or torso of his master, but only one blow landed. Axos winced as a fist the size of a cannonball pounded into his gut, but soon after the felguard toppled to his knees, and then fell to the ground. The corpse was almost eaten away by the foul magic before it could stop twitching. The silence around the camp was broken when Axos looked up from the body and surveyed the other demons watching the scene. They rushed back to their assigned work so fast some of them almost tripped. Axos saw the two succubi blow him kisses before returning to their task, and he once again felt a firmness in his groin which was connected to a deep-seated hunger that had slowly been festering within his guts. Not just that, but the faint arousal was now actually made stronger by the violence. The very act of taking the life of the other demon to stave off suspicions against himself pleased Axos, and the voices protesting against that kind of thinking were getting fainter. "I'll be in my quarters. I do not wish to be disturbed under any circumstance. Do you understand?" His chief lackey nodded and bowed, and Axos strode off while his minions scurried out of his way. *** Making sure that the large metal door into his private quarters was firmly locked, the eredar paced slowly across the floor. What was happening to him? To them? A week ago they had been three separate, distinct personalities, all devoted fully to the cause of the Alliance. Now, they didn't even know where one ended and the next began, and they were thinking darker thoughts for every day that passed. What was once a charade was now something they happily pursued of their own will. Axos sighed deeply and began removing his armor, placing the pieces on the large strategy table as he continued. He felt the arousal every time he looked at one of the she-demons under his command, and every time he dreamed of what he could do to them in private. He had bottled it up for his entire time here, but right this moment he knew it had gone too far. He needed release. The eredar pulled the loincloth down his muscular thighs, and his large crimson manhood sprang to attention as it was freed of its prison. The tip was already displaying a drop of crystal-clear precum, and the gestalt found himself grinning. He grabbed his member with one large hand and gave it a few careful strokes, the images of the two succubi dancing through his fevered composite mind. Suddenly he felt vertigo, and a stab of panic. The three minds inside him wanted to reach up and open the well-hidden seam at his thick neck, to undo the seal and slip out of the body and mind of the demon before they would do something they regretted. But not only would that leave the three Alliance women in the middle of a Burning Legion encampment and permanently ruin their plan to sabotage the Legion, but they also would be denied this experience, probably forever. The red-skinned massive demon grunted, his hand trailing away from his neck and back to his member. He grabbed it again and pumped, relishing in the red-hot waves of pleasure that surged through his form. The mental images of the succubi returned, and this time the demonesses were naked in a large bed, inviting him to join them. Their faces and bodies flickered and were briefly replaced by men from the lives of the three making up the composite, men whom Jaina, Tyrande and Vereesa had desired during their lives. The hand of the demon kept sliding up and down his manhood, and with a grunt he collapsed backwards into his enormous chair, sitting down with his legs spread wide to accommodate his large shaft. "We should... separate..." he grunted, his rugged hand creating a wonderful sensation of friction against his meat. "...teleport out... flee... but don't... want to." The demon gestalt thought of about his newfound power, the fear and assertive rulership that made him the undisputed leader of this camp. It was a feeling of virile power, embodied in his male erection, which appealed immensely to his three composite personalities. All of them had been called bossy and bitchy in their lives, and here they had a chance to fully embrace those personality traits in masculine form. Jaina, Tyrande and Vereesa all moaned in unison as Axos moaned, they felt every teasing pull on his huge manhood and every little twitch of his masculine form. They were intoxicated by it, his strength, his personality, his dominant behavior. They loved being him, and they could finally admit that even to themselves. As the eredar kept working his stiff shaft he found his mind was becoming more and more blurry, as the disparate sex fantasies of his three composite parts flowed together. He saw himself in bed with the shivarra priestess who was one of his lieutenants, his large member penetrating her tight slit. He saw himself ravishing Malfurion Stormrage, finally being the dominant one in the bedchamber as well as in their public life. Next he was sitting on his throne while Sylvanas Windrunner, naked and covered in demonic fluids, was on all fours at his groin, hungrily sucking his dick. He saw himself having sex with Jaina, with Tyrande, and with Vereesa, and as his huge crimson manhood impaled each of the three women they screamed and flickered, their mental images merging and flowing together. He saw himself on a huge throne, worshipped by demons and mortals alike, dozens of naked slaves chained to him who all begged him to take them as his mate for the night. The demon lord cried out, and suddenly felt as if something snapped within him as the fantasies became more and more vibrant. It was as if something had fundamentally changed as the eredar had embraced how much he loved his wicked existence. He felt something creating an extra amount of pressure inside his dick, and with a few grunts he pumped harder to clear the odd sensation. Something slipped through the urethra, creating a bulge against the crimson skin as Axos slowly worked it forward towards his glans. Finally something poked out through the tip of his manhood, and the demon carefully grabbed the scrap of soaked white fabric and tugged at it, pulling it free with a moan. The process was quite arousing and pleasant, and the eredar kept pumping his manhood as he studied the object in his other hand. Dangling from his fingers was the deeply cum-soaked mage robes of Jaina Proudmoore. Axos blinked, and smiled. Suddenly he knew what was happening, and while there were still twinges of fear in his psyche, his ecstasy was overwhelming any such doubts. With a roar of satisfaction, Axos flung the wet rag to the floor and almost immediately felt another object begin to push through his meat. This time it was an ornate, elegant bow, far too tiny for the eredar's massive hands. He let the weapon fall onto the wet rag that was Jaina's outfit with a dismissive smirk, and kept working his shaft. More objects were slowly expelled to the eredar's delight. A pair of high heels that had belonged to Tyrande. A pair of armored boots that had fitted Vereesa's dainty feet. A leather-bound notebook that had once hung from Jaina's belt. Each object was deeply soaked in the demon lord's cum and made a splat sound when he dropped it onto the steadily growing pile. The eredar could barely contain his passion anymore. His whole body twitched with the naked raw sensation of hovering close to release. His mind was a turmoil of dark, erotic fantasies, and each time his shaft spat out another artifact that belonged to his former lives, he was brought a step closer to orgasm. Finally, just when he didn't think he could take it anymore, Axos felt a long, hard object slide down through his member, and carefully massaged it out. As he pulled out Jaina's long mage staff, the symbol of her stewardship of Dalaran, he could no longer stop himself. As he pulled the staff free of his glans with a soft 'plop', the eredar roared and came, his massive shaft spurting forth load after load of thick, ropy cum which stained the walls and floor. He was only vaguely regretting that he wasn't pumping this torrent of hot seed into another being, but in his mind all the unrestrained fantasies merged together into one triumphant moment of male sexual release, and for that instant Axos was master of the universe. The red haze only died down a little later, and panting for breath the eredar studied the soiled pile of clothes, armor and personal effects that had belonged to the three women who had created him. He felt little regret, only a faint sense of nostalgia as he studied the leftover of his old lives. His member was gushing forth the final weak releases of spunk as he rose from his throne and stretched, relishing in his power and ability. How could he ever have been so naive and limited that he thought that simple spying was his purpose? That he would do nothing but relay information and then turn himself back into his three goody-goody female components? When he could be -this- instead? "Yes, this is what I was created for," he mumbled to himself. "Not as a tool, or as a disguise, but as a new being. I am everything I was before, and more. Casting off my old selves to make a new future. And I have ideas. So many ideas." With a wide grin, lord Axos picked up Tyrande's sheer, dripping dress and studied it carefully. "I don't think white is my color anymore," he said and chuckled to himself. He began making plans almost immediately even as he threw the soiled dress back onto the moist pile.