Helya, Goddess of Helheim

Needless to say, the news that the Alliance are attacking sees Harry all but leaping to his feet, calling his robes to him and dressing himself in quite the hurry, even as Sylvanas does the same with her armor.

"I'll go out there, I'll try and mediate. They can't just… we need to present a united front right now; our true enemy is the Legion!"

But even as Harry makes the offer, he can see on Sylvanas' face that she's not going to accept it. Instead, the Banshee Queen shakes her head, lips thinning out.

"No. It would not go as you might hope, Harry. The Alliance is desperate to slay us. Greymane in particular, is obsessed with his revenge. You… you have no political influence here. The Kirin Tor can only enforce the peace within Dalaran itself. Everywhere else on these Isles is a Battlefield, split between Legion, Alliance, and Horde forces."

Gritting his teeth, Harry flexes his hands in and out of fists at his side, hating the feeling of helplessness. There has to be SOMETHING he can do.

"But that's insane! There is no equivalent to the Burning Legion's threat, damn it! We're all doomed if we allow this infighting to stop us from facing the enemy at our gates!"

Sylvanas quirks the corner of her mouth up… and to Harry's mild surprise, nods.

"I know. Which is why I need you by my side. I might just have a way of settling things, once and for all. Come with me and help me."

It's as earnest as a request for help that he's ever gotten from the Banshee Queen. Sylvanas Windrunner doesn't do begging, usually… not unless she's in the throes of ecstasy or submitting to his big fat cock anyways. But she's beseeching him now, at the very least, and Harry is torn. The sound of fighting outside has grown pitched, and every fiber of Harry's being says he CAN stop it, in direct contradiction of Sylvanas' words. Even if he has to use force, he should be able to end the battle. But…

The doors to the room suddenly open again, and Nathanos Blightcaller, Sylvanas' right hand man, comes storming into the room. Luckily, they're all dressed by the time he does so.

"My Queen! What are your orders?!"

Grabbing Harry and pulling him in close before he can say another word, Sylvanas nods to Nathanos.

"I'm leaving you in command, Lord Blightcaller. Fight off the Alliance and go to ground until I call upon you again!"

As Nathanos unthinkingly salutes his Queen in agreement, Harry opens his mouth… but there's a swirl of magic around them and he doesn't get a word in edgewise before he's teleported away from the airship right alongside Sylvanas, her Dark Rangers, and the undead Taretha.

The moment they 'land' for lack of a better word, Harry stiffens. They're not on Azeroth anymore. The air is different, and he can automatically detect that. This place, wherever they are, is awash in Death Magic and the feeling of Desolation pervades through his being. Oddly enough, it's not as negative a feeling as one might think. For some strange reason, it's almost as if Harry is thriving in it. This place, as terrible as it seems at first glance, is something akin to a Place of Power for Harry.

"Sylvanas… where have you brought us?"

Red eyes flicker his way after Sylvanas takes in their surroundings briefly.

"Helheim."

Harry raises a single brow at that. Admittedly… he has no clue what she's talking about. Realizing this, Sylvanas smirks.

"Oh? Something that the great Harry Potter has never heard of? In all your research, this passed you by?"

Frowning, Harry rolls his eyes.

"Just tell me, please?"

His voice brooks no argument, and actually sends a shiver down Sylvanas' spine. Both of them realize a bit too late that this place is augmenting Harry's power, and that he inadvertently just used some sort of commanding presence on her. They freeze up at that, but neither comments.

Harry just gives Sylvanas an apologetic look and Sylvanas inclines her head ever so slightly to acknowledge the apology, before answering him of her own volition. She's much too powerful of an undead for such a small burst of power to force her to do anything, but if Harry wanted to… he could likely control her, at least in this place.

"We are in Helheim. This is the Domain of the Sea-Witch Helya. Once, long ago, she was a Watcher, the adopted daughter of the Keeper Odyn. However, Odyn was a Tyrant, and when she spoke out against him one too many times, he forcefully transformed her into the first of the Val'kyr, forcing her to do his bidding, controlling her, chaining her… until she was freed by the Keeper Loken."

Harry soaks all of this in, even as Sylvanas pauses for a moment, formulating her next words.

"After which, Helya managed to trap Odyn and his Valarjar Champions in the Halls of Valor, before creating this place, Helheim. An afterlife for the unworthy among the Vrykul, where their souls are transformed into vengeful kvaldir."

Frowning, Harry shakes his head. He HAS heard of some of these things, like the Val'kyr, the Vrykul, and the kvaldir. He has an inkling of what Sylvanas might want with Helya now, but at the same time…

"Sylvanas… this is not a nice place."

Scoffing, the Banshee Queen shakes her head right back.

"Looks can be deceiving, Harry, you know that more than most. But… yes, this place is a reflection of Helya herself. She is hatred made manifest, and would you not be the same, if you had been trapped and forced to do the bidding of a tyrant for eons?"

Harry grimaces but nods, accepting what Sylvanas is saying as truth. Still, this place is a bit horrifying. But then, the Forsaken themselves are a bit horrifying, aren't they? And yet, Harry has felt a strange affinity to Sylvanas and her Dark Rangers for quite some time now. And not just because they're having sex on the regular.

"Regardless, we will be safe here. I have negotiated safe passage, and Helya… can be reasoned with. I must go now to treat with her privately. Rangers… Taretha. Watch over Harry. Guard him with everything you have. Let no harm befall him. And Harry… please, stay out of trouble."

Harry raises an eyebrow at that, but while Sylvanas' Dark Rangers waste no time in forming a perimeter and staking out a small camp for them, here in the depths of what apparently is one of Azeroth's Underworlds, Taretha steps forward… and drops to her knees before him, taking his cock out and putting it in her mouth before he can say another word. Blinking down at her, as Taretha in turn looks up at him with glowing blue eyes, Harry grimaces, not quite willing to destroy the poor dear's dreams.

Something Sylvanas is counting on, he realizes, because when he looks up a moment later, the Banshee Queen has vanished. It's just him, Taretha, and the Rangers… and he has no choice but to sit tight and wait and hope that Sylvanas knows what she's doing.

-x-X-x-

"Ah, Banshee Queen. Little Morsel. You have finally arrived."

"I have. Goddess of Helheim, I come before you to make a deal."

As Helya gazes upon the little banshee in front of her, she chuckles.

"Yes. I know what you want, Banshee Queen. I know what you desire. More Val'kyr, to assure your own longevity, and to create more of your people. Unfortunate then, that I have no Val'kyr to give you. I can spare none of my Dark Val'kyr at this time, I'm afraid."

And yet, to Helya's mild surprise, Sylvanas… shakes her head.

"That is not what I desire."

To say Helya is shocked is an understatement, and it is so rare that she is shocked, these days. Eyes narrowing, the Sea-Witch frowns, seeking clarification.

"It is not?"

Hesitating, the Banshee Queen looks off to the side for a brief moment before answering.

"Perhaps it was, once. However… I have come to understand there are other options. I have tasted the forbidden fruit. I have felt Life itself course through my undead veins once more, even though it should be impossible, even though it seems entirely ridiculous. I believe that I and my people can return to Life in truth… and I believe the secret lies with Odyn's Light Val'kyrs."

Helya blinks owlishly in surprise. The Banshee Queen's farcical beliefs are good enough for her purposes. That was where Helya was going to send Sylvanas anyways, if they could strike their deal. Putting Sylvanas in direct conflict with Helya's… Replacement had always been the plan. If the Banshee Queen succeeded, Odyn would be weakened. And if she failed, well, she would still owe Helya a great deal.

She should have been happy to just let the explanation rest… and yet, her curiosity was piqued. The things Sylvanas spoke of didn't make sense to Helya, but then, information between here and mortal's world was sometimes a little sparse and slow in coming. She'd thought she knew what the Banshee Queen would want, but it seemed her information was out of date. Sylvanas Windrunner's priorities had changed, and that… that intrigued Helheim's Goddess.

"… I can help you, certainly. I have in my possession an item that will allow you Dominion over the Light Val'kyr that serve Odyn. He will not be able to stop you from taking them for yourself and plumbing them of their secrets. That is not to say anything will be certain… but you will be in a position of great advantage over Eyir, my replacement. If you cannot succeed from there, it will be your own fault."

Far from being upset by the idea that Helya might be setting her up for failure, Sylvanas bows in acknowledgment, almost immediately in agreement.

"I appreciate this offer. An item like you describe is precisely what I was hoping for. And what, o' Helya, would you require in return?"

She'd had an idea of what she would demand from Sylvanas for her part in their little deal. The Banshee Queen was supposed to become a part of a greater plan, a cog in the machine that Helya herself was part of. And yet… Helya did not get where she was by being completely selfless. She was not a slave, not anymore. She had her own desires, her own selfish wants and needs.

And what she wanted right now… nay, what she needed, was to find out what made the Banshee Queen tick. What had caused her to change her mind? Why had she suddenly become more interested in returning to life, rather than trying to better her and her people's current lot? It boggled the mind, even for a being such as Helya, and she desired answers above all else.

"You claim to have 'tasted' Life. What do you mean by that?"

The Banshee Queen stiffens, and Helya can't help but grin wickedly. While her control over the kvaldir is absolute, her ability to effect undead creatures of other types is nothing to scoff at either. Sylvanas Windrunner hadn't even realized just how… open she was being with the Goddess of the Underworld. She hadn't realized she was running her mouth and blabbing things she probably shouldn't have.

She realizes now, but she is only safe in Helya's Domain at Helya's whim. She's trapped here, unless she can satisfy Helya's curiosity.

"… I have a source of… Life. When I imbibe of it, it infuses my body with a mimicry of life, as if I was returned to my old form. My lungs breathe, my heart beats, my blow flows… though only for a time."

Fascinating. Helya is more than intrigued now… she is rapidly becoming obsessed with sussing out the little Queen's secrets. Fuck the greater plan… she much prefers to want to know more about what Sylvanas Windrunner has found, what she has uncovered.

"Then that is the deal we will make. You will receive the Soulcage… and I will receive a similar taste of this Life you speak of."

Sylvanas grimaces… but after a moment, slowly nods. Helya watches as the Banshee Queen reaches behind her back and pulls forth a string of six vials. When she tosses them to Helya, the Sea-Witch catches them, peering at their contents under her enhanced gaze. She blinks at what she sees.

"… This is mortal seed. Human mortal seed, to be specific."

"It is more than that, Goddess. It is all that I promised you. A taste. Now, the Soulcage."

Still staring at the vials, Helya is quickly able to discern their true nature, and realizes that Sylvanas is right. There is something more to this than common ejaculate, as baffling as that is. There's a mixture of energies in the fluids before her. Not just Life, but also Death. Brow furrowing in confusion, Helya holds up a hand, silencing Sylvanas as she continues to study what she's holding.

The Banshee Queen is forced to stand in impotent silence for several minutes, both of them knowing that the power dynamic between them is too vast for her to do anything else. In that time, Helya… Helya spreads her awareness across her Domain. Helheim is her Dominion, and of course she knows all that goes on within its halls. But that does not mean she's watching every little thing, always. She can't be bothered.

She'd noted the Banshee Queen's arrival, but not looked all that much closer, trusting Sylvanas to come to her when she was ready. And indeed, Windrunner had not waited long before making her way to Helya's Throne and starting this conversation. However, now that Helya is actually looking for it… she sees those that Sylvanas brought with her. Undead, mostly, save for one human man. A human man who was currently getting fellated by one of the female undead.

Through her enhanced senses, Helya gets a front row seat to Harry groaning as he cums down Taretha's throat. Unaware that he's being watched, he doesn't even realize what he's revealing to her, as Taretha drinks and drinks, her complexion growing much more life-like, her blood flowing, her lungs taking in air, and her heart beating… just as Sylvanas had claimed.

Helya's eyes widen as suddenly, her senses are reading TWO living beings in the small camp, surrounded by Dark Rangers. The human male's seed… it was indeed capable of giving True Life back to undead, albeit likely only for a time. This was… this was…

"No."

Sylvanas jolts, as Helya finally speaks. The Banshee Queen's red eyes widen, and she looks suddenly on the defensive, and incredibly wary. Still, she tries to remain… respectful.

"Goddess, I implore you… what may I offer instead for the Soulcage, if this deal is not to your liking?"

"I am content with our original deal. I am merely aware now that what you have given me is little more than a cast-off from the True Source. You will bring the human male you have brought into my domain before me, and I shall partake directly from the source. Then and only then, will you have the Soulcage."

Sylvanas grits her teeth, her hands clenching into fists.

"That was not the deal, Sea-Witch."

Smirking, seeing the desperation writ large on Sylvanas' face, and knowing that she has no other choice, Helya flicks long-nailed fingers dismissively.

"I am altering the deal. Pray I do not alter it further. Now. Bring me the human."

-x-X-x-

Luckily, it's not long after Taretha finishes swallowing his load that Sylvanas comes back, because Harry was already starting to get antsy, and might have… well, gone off the reservation, so to speak. This entire place was awash in Death Magic, and he could feel it resonating with him in a way very few other places on Azeroth ever had.

That said, the look on the Banshee Queen's face makes it abundantly clear that she's not happy, even as she grits her teeth while striding over to their little temporary encampment.

"Things not go according to plan?"

Growling, Sylvanas shakes her head.

"She wants to meet you. I have to bring you to her. Please be… respectful. We are at a severe disadvantage here, Harry. Your usual brand of reckless behavior will get us in trouble."

Harry blinks at that and cocks an eyebrow. Seriously? Him? He wasn't THAT reckless. Still, he can understand not wanting to piss off a Goddess in her own Domain. Quirking up the side of his mouth in a half-grin, Harry shrugs.

"I'll try my best."

Looking actually panicked and harried for one of the first times since Harry has come to know her, Sylvanas grits her teeth and grabs him by the front of his robes.

"Don't just try, Harry. This… this is too important for you to be so cavalier about."

Alright, that was fair. He was being a little too casual about something that clearly meant a lot to the Banshee Queen. And as one of the few main lovers he was still on speaking terms with, Harry supposed he should try to make an effort. So, putting his Game Face on, he gives Sylvanas a serious nod.

"I understand."

She bites her lower lip… but ultimately, pulls him along. Together, they make their way out of the Dark Ranger's temporary encampment and past a massive, three-headed hound that glares at them, but makes no move to stop them. Finally, a bit later, they ascend the stairs of Helya's Throne and come face to face with the Sea-Witch herself.

Harry can't help but gape at her. Helya is not just massive… she's grotesque. Towering over the two of them, easily ten times their size, she's clearly seen better days. She's less of a Sea-Witch, and more of a Sea MONSTER, in Harry's humble opinion. Oh sure, she has some feminine parts to her. Her face is mostly female, and she has a bust hidden behind what looks like a shattered piece of Titan Technology, or something, held in place by ship's rigging.

One huge wing comes off of her right side, while her left shoulder has the bow of a ship attached to it. Her ears are these strange bat-like protrusions on either side of her head, and her hands are massive claws. The 'skirt' of her dress is covered in huge, hulking plates that remind Harry of spiked turtle shells, while the rest of her body is lost in the murky depths behind her Throne.

Her eyes, large and filmed over, gaze upon Harry with a piercing intent as he and Sylvanas approach, and he can't help but be on guard. Earlier, when he'd been enjoying Taretha's oral talents, Harry had felt like he was being watched. He was experiencing that same feeling now, as Helya stared at him intently.

"Interesting… most interesting."

Glancing to Sylvanas, Harry hesitates for a moment before giving a respectful bow to Helya. Wouldn't do to start on the wrong foot, or so he figured.

"Greetings, Goddess of Helheim. My companion said you wished to speak with me?"

"More than speak… but we can certainly start with words, human. Tell me, do you know of me?"

Thinking for a moment, Harry decides to ere on the side of caution.

"Very little. I know you to be Helya. I know you were betrayed. I know you made this place. And I know Sylvanas thinks you can help her."

Helya hums and bobs her head up and down.

"All of these things are true. There is, of course, more to it than that. Would you hear my tale?"

It sounded like a request, but Harry knew better than to take it as one that he could say no to. Still, putting his most winning smile on his face, he nods magnanimously.

"I would."

And so Helya tells him everything, filling in the details that Sylvanas could not. Helya was originally a titan-forged sorceress who battled the forces of the Old Gods under the leadership of the keepers. This included defeating the Old Gods' elemental servants, such as Ragnaros, the Fire Lord, and his fellow Elemental Lords. After defeating them, it had been Helya who crafted the Elemental Plane as a permanent prison for them.

This was important, because she would one day use those same skills to imprison Odyn and his ilk in the Halls of Valor, as well as make her own dimension, Helheim, where he and Sylvanas were stood now.

Over time, Odyn came to see Helya as his adoptive daughter. Odyn, who was a short-sighted fool, according to Helya. He wanted to make his own fighting force, called the Valarjar, out of Vrykul who died a worthy death in battle. However, to do this would require him to have Vrykul volunteers become undead and remove spirits from the Shadowlands.

When no one stepped up to volunteer, Odyn didn't just scrap the plan as a lost cause… he decided he would create his servants by force. This was where Helya had objected and disagreed with him, and the argument between her and Odyn had grown so heated that the Keeper had shattered her physical form and twisted her into the first Val'kyr. He'd then forced her to begin ferrying Vrykul souls from the Shadowlands, as well as transforming other unwilling Vrykul into Val'kyr to assist her.

Worst of all, or at least Helya seemed to grow more incensed as she continued to elaborate, was afterwards, where Odyn lied to is followers, claiming that her transformation was due to her own arrogance. He claimed that during their argument, she reached out for the power of the Shadowlands, that it destroyed her body and transformed her into a twisted wraith. And worse still, he claimed that she'd then apologized and begged him to make her a Val'kyr.

It was a horrifying tale from start to finish, and Harry had to admit, his heart went out to Helya, even as she began to wind down. Knowing what he knew now… fuck, he'd kill Odyn himself, if the Keeper were standing in front of him at this moment. Or at least, he'd die trying. But then, that was probably the point. Helya was tugging at his heart strings, wasn't she? In the end… what did she WANT?

"And so, we arrive at today. Your Banshee Queen requires the use of an artifact I have in my possession, one that will allow her to further her own goals, I have no doubt. In return… she has bargained you away to me, offering me a taste of what you have offered her and her kind, again and again."

Harry's eyes widen at that, and he looks over to see Sylvanas actually looking away in shame and embarrassment. Looking back at Helya, up at this massive, horrifying looking Sea Monster… he tries very hard to keep the disgust from showing on his face, but in the end, he fails if Helya's chuckle is any indication.

"You do not find this form attractive, do you? I am not surprised. I did not choose this form to titillate those who found themselves in my Realm."

"Choose?"

Helya nods, seeming pleased that he'd caught onto that. Suddenly, before Harry's eyes, she begins to shrink down. Stepping up out of the water and onto the stone in front of him and Sylvanas, Helya's terrifying visage as Sea-Witch recedes, her strange attire transforming. When she's done, she's still twice their size, but no longer nearly as monstrous. Instead, her titan-forged nature is re-instated, her skin a slate-gray and her eyes a glowing blue, her body that of a humanoid woman in truth, clad in a gorgeous white dress with gilded titan-technology across her chest.

"Hm, still a bit too large, aren't I?"

With but a thought, Helya shrinks down even further, until she's finally only a foot or so taller than Harry, still gazing down upon him, but much more manageable now. Like an orc, but with a humanoid face and without the tusks.

"Now then, human. Lay back, so that I may partake of you."

"You're rushing things. There is a… way of going about this. You must take your time and approach him in the right manner. I shall… prepare him for you."

Sylvanas finally interjects herself into the situation again, causing Helya to furrow her brow, even as the Banshee Queen moves into place in front of Harry, dropping to her knees before him. Perhaps she detects just how uncomfortable he is, even now. Or perhaps she's trying to apologize in the only way she knows how.

Regardless, she quickly extracts his cock from the confines of his robes and places it in her mouth, drawing a startled sound from Helya as she watches Sylvanas bob up and down on his dick.

"Hm, I had observed the servant doing this… but for the little Queen to do so as well? Is it truly that pleasurable?"

Placing a hand atop Sylvanas' head, Harry holds in a groan as he instead gazes at Helya's renewed and reconstituted visage.

"It's… very good. Foreplay, most would call it. With the right woman… it can get the man ready in no time."

Nodding, the titan-forged sorceress, for that was the form she'd retaken for this rendezvous, hums consideringly.

"I see. Then I shall allow it. However, little Queen… you are not allowed to let him ejaculate. That right falls to me and me alone."

If Sylvanas hears Helya, she doesn't say anything, merely continuing to bob up and down on his cock with a vigor that only an undead like herself could manage without also choking on his dick. Her currently nonexistent gag reflex allows her to swallow his entire length again and again, while Helya watches on, studying the exchange.

Eventually, he's getting close… and so reluctantly, Harry stops Sylvanas from tipping him over the edge. Funny that she'd told him to avoid being reckless, and here she was, letting her addiction for his seed make HER be reckless instead. Pushing the Banshee Queen back off of his throbbing, twitching bitch breaker of a member, Harry looks to Helya.

"I'm ready for you now."

"W-Wait… no, I n-need it…"

Looking down at Sylvanas as the Banshee Queen touches herself and whines pitifully, Harry sighs.

"You'll get your turn… if the Goddess allows it."

The next thing he knows, he's on his back on the cold stone of Helya's Throne, as the titan-forged sorceress leans over him, kneeling on either side of his body and bringing one hand down to grab at his throbbing member. Her skin is neither as cold nor as hard as it looks at first glance. Instead, there's a softness to it, a smoothness, and a heat that radiates from her as she brings his member up to her pussy lips.

"Listen to the human, little Queen. All that happens in my Domain is because I allow it. Nothing more."

And then, Helya impales herself on his cock. Harry's not sure what he's expecting but seeing the titan-forged sorceress gasp and moan as she slides down his fleshy, meaty member is certainly a treat to behold either way. She shudders as she fills herself with him, sinking down upon his cock until finally her pussy lips are touching the base of his thick prick.

"You are… large for a member of your species."

Grinning, Harry shrugs.

"I can get larger, if you prefer."

Interest appears in Helya's eyes, and she nods fractionally.

"D-Do so."

And so, Harry uses his magic and enlarges his already large member. Helya was not quite tight before around his length, though she also wasn't loose or cavernous, as he'd feared. All of the sudden though, he's MUCH bigger inside of her, and her inner walls are flexing around his cock as she gasps, her lips parting in surprise, her eyes widening in arousal.

"O-Oh…"

Along with the enlarged cock, Harry has also enhanced his strength far beyond a human man. It's with that enhanced strength that he reaches up and grabs the titan-forged by her hips… before beginning to fuck her from below. A cry spills forth from the beautiful Dark Val'kyr's lips, and she shudders as Harry pistons up into her, as he slams against the entrance of her womb in no time.

"M-My… my word…"

It's not just sex though. Harry is one with Death. He resonates with it. And Helya… Helya is one with Death as well, a self-proclaimed Goddess of Death, in fact. Harry can feel this as a connection develops between the two of them. Metaphysical, on top of the very physical connection they currently have with one another.

Helheim is Helya's Domain, and Harry could never hope to change that, not even for a second. But Helheim only became the place it was today because of the darkness in Helya's heart, the betrayal she suffered, and the thousands of years she was trapped as Odyn's slave. Originally, it was intended to be a haven… and a haven it could become again. Not through direct change… but through Harry changing Helya herself.

While Harry notices that something is going on, it's Sylvanas, who has been forgotten by the two others at the Throne, who sees the changes for herself while they're so distracted with one another. Slowly rising to her feet, though still touching her slit eagerly, Sylvanas looks around, the Banshee Queen watching with wide eyes as a change permeates out from where Helya is riding Harry.

Helya's Throne is as decrepit and desolate and rundown as the rest of Helheim… until suddenly, it's really not. Emanating out from where Helya is riding Harry to kingdom cum, the cracked and dilapidated stone is coming back to life, transitioning from ruins to something more real, something titan in origin. The architecture evolves around them, as what started out as just a platform that could barely be called a true throne, slowly turns into a proper Throne Room.

As the ceiling grows into place over their heads, revealing that there was once a palace where Helya had made her seat, Sylvanas moves forward… and tears the titan-forged sorceress' bodice away, exposing her grey tits as they bounce free of their confines, her technological titan chest piece clattering to the floor as she gasps, still riding Harry but directing an irritated, confused gaze in Sylvanas' direction.

"You dare, little Queen-mmph!"

Before Helya can finish her sentence, Sylvanas kisses her. With Helya kneeling on either side of Harry, straddling his body as she bounces on his enlarged magnificent member, she's at perfect level for Sylvanas to capture her lips with her own. Of course, the Banshee Queen was under no misconceptions. If she'd just kissed Helya, there was an even chance the titan-forged would take offense and wipe her off the face of this world.

But she's not just kissing Helya, as the other female discovers shortly after, when Sylvanas shoves three vials worth of Harry's cum right into Helya's mouth. The string of half a dozen vials of cum had been left on the floor when Helya had done her transformation, and Sylvanas had snatched them up and made use of them. Three to calm herself and make it possible to think properly… and three to give Helya a taste of just what she could have.

Beneath the titan-forged, Harry grunts as he feels Helya tighten up around his pistoning prick even harder. It takes him a moment to realize… but she's cumming. The sorceress is climaxing explosively all over his cock from the sensation of his seed slipping down her throat thanks to Sylvanas' actions.

Needless to say, this combined with Sylvanas' early attempt at sucking a load from his balls with her exquisite throat, is more than enough for Harry to be unable to hold back a single second longer. With a groan, he blows a thick, hot load right up into Helya's womb, startling the cumming titan-forged and making her let out a muffled moan into Sylvanas' mouth as the two swap spit for a bit longer while lost in the throes of ecstasy.

Pulling away from Helya after a moment, Sylvanas grins down at Harry and nods.

"Remember what I said before, Harry? Forget it. Show Helya what you can REALLY do."

Oh? He was to throw all caution out the window. Well… it was what he did best. With a grunt, Harry surges up from beneath Helya, using his magically enhanced strength and the massive cock that her tight cunt is gripping down upon as a lever that causes the titan-forged to spill onto her back with a yelp. Reaching down and tearing the rest of her dress away from her, Harry wastes no time in positioning Helya in a more advantageous spot for him.

His hands on her ankles, Harry folds her up over herself so that her weight is resting on her shoulders and neck, her body folded over in an admittedly embarrassing position. Recovering herself in an admirable length of time, Helya blinks and then blushes, glaring up at him with no real heat in her gaze as she shivers and shudders, her tits jiggling from the forceful movements he's pushed her through.

"What… what are you doing?"

It's not Harry that answers her, but Sylvanas.

"Look around you, Helya. Look what you and Harry have made together so far."

For the first time, Helya lays witness to the reconstituted palace around her. Her 'Throne' has been transformed, and through large stained glass windows along the sides of the palace, one can see that the transformation is overtaking the rest of Helheim as well. Simply by fucking her, Harry has let his strange mixture of Death and Life Magic invade her body and quell the darkness in her heart, though perhaps only temporarily.

Even still, Helya's jaw drops open as she takes all of this in, unable to so much as formulate a single word. Although to be fair, Harry doesn't give her much chance to recover and speak, before he pulls out of her cunt… and slams home into her ass instead. The titan-forged sorceress squeals as she's impaled anally, his enlarged cock splitting open her back door, and only the lubrication of both of their loads across his shaft to help his entry.

She shudders beneath him, but Sylvanas is there once again, kneeling beside Helya, and then sliding Helya's head onto her legs, like a lap pillow as the Banshee Queen runs her fingers through Helya's dark black hair.

"It's alright, Helya. Relax. Accept it. You can feel it, can't you? Revel in this experience. And Harry… don't you dare hold back."

Nodding his head, Harry sets about doing exactly that. He doesn't hold back, not even one bit. His cock gouges out Helya's bowels, fucking into her ass hard and fast without hesitation and without mercy. And while Helya howls and shrieks at first, clawing at the floor of her own palace's throne room all the while, she doesn't fight it. She revels in it, just as Sylvanas told her to.

Slamming home into the titan-forged's back door again and again, Harry has to admit… he doesn't really understand what's happening here. From what he can tell, he's helping Helya regain long-forgotten parts of herself though? He's not entirely sure, he could be wrong, but apparently, he's doing someone to cleanse or purify Helya's soul. And in doing so, Helheim is being transformed back into what it originally was, a haven built by Helya's own two hands.

The place might have fallen into disrepair, becoming a desolate wasteland, but in a way, it was a representation of Helya's own sense of self, her soul. The darkness around them, the hopelessness… Harry sees it now and realizes that Helya needs this. She doesn't need the butt fucking specifically, not necessarily, but she does need this joining between the two of them. She needs this and Harry is more than happy to give it to her.

"You know, Helya… before we came here, Harry took some liberties with me as well. I'm currently stuffed full of his seed…"

Harry blinks, as he watches Sylvanas murmur down to Helya. Loud enough for him to hear, but it still takes a moment for her words to penetrate the titan-forged's delirious mind. When they do, Helya whimpers.

"Give… g-give it to me…"

Sylvanas just smiles as she continues to rake her fingers through Helya's hair, Harry's cock continuing to piston in and out of her asshole while the Goddess of the Underworld begs to be graced with more of his seed. Surreal doesn't cover even half of it, to be honest.

"I'd love to… but that's not the deal we made, is it? And I still have not laid eyes on the Soulcage I was promised."

In the blink of an eye, a ghostly blue lantern appears beside the three of them.

"T-There… now give it to me."

Sylvanas spirits away this 'Soulcage' before Harry can react, leaving him to wonder exactly what she's planning. He hates that he's gotta be paranoid now, but after what Jaina did… he needs to know if he can trust the Banshee Queen. He wants to, he really does, but still…

Regardless, once Sylvanas has stowed the Soulcage away, she smirks… and promptly lets Helya's head drop to the ground, removing her legs from under the titan-forged to instead plop her puffy pussy lips right atop Helya's face. With that, Sylvanas begins to ride Helya's mouth, letting the sorceress slide her tongue deep inside of the Banshee Queen's cream-stuffed quim to lick out more of Harry's seed.

Of course, by this point, that load of cum inside of Sylvanas has to be inert. Helya doesn't seem to notice, or she just doesn't care. Together, they're fucking Helya silly between them, and as Sylvanas rides Helya's face and Harry jackhammers down into Helya's asshole from above, the Banshee Queen reaches out and grabs him by his hair, pulling him down into a kiss.

Harry lets their kiss linger for a good while, before pulling back and pointedly piercing Sylvanas with his gaze.

"What is the Soulcage for? And what are you planning?"

Sylvanas bites her lower lip, but after a moment gives a nod, acknowledging that he has a right to know.

"The Soulcage will give me leverage over the Light Val'kyr. I will use it to force them to do my bidding… and assist me and my people in returning to life. I believe their secrets will help us. And knowing that you will be leaving our world soon enough, I must ask fast."

He appreciates the honesty and shows Sylvanas this by grabbing her and pulling her in for another long, extended kiss. Sylvanas is using him, of course she is. And yet, Harry could care less. They're using each other. That's the nature of almost every relationship, in the end. You use the people close to you, and they use you. When you strip away the emotions of it, then every single relationship is transactional.

Of course, it's never as simple as stripping away the emotions of it, now, is it? Beneath them, as they tag-team Helya between them, the titan-forged cries out into Sylvanas' cunt and cums, squirting her pussy juices all over herself and Sylvanas' front. This also results in some of Harry's load squirting onto Sylvanas' tits, making the Banshee Queen moan as she rubs his seed into her flesh for a moment, before finally fixating on Helya's quim.

With the hulking titan-forged woman folded up in her current somewhat humiliating position, she's in the perfect pose for a sixty-nine. Finally realizing this, Sylvanas grinds her cunt down even harder into Helya's face, and promptly leans forward, wrapping her arms around the titan-forged sorceress' waist and driving her own tongue deep into Helya's creampied quim.

Harry, of course, continues to fuck the Goddess of Death's ass, plowing into Helya with all due force… but all things come to an end, and Helya's back door feels amazing wrapped tightly around his cock, to say nothing of the truly precious view he currently has as the Banshee Queen and Sea-Witch go at it in digging their tongues around in each other's holes.

With a grunt, Harry finally cums, filling Helya's ass with his seed. In response, the Dark Val'kyr spasms and shakes beneath him and Sylvanas, cumming her brains out right into Sylvanas' mouth. Sylvanas, having more experience with all of this, is much more in control of the situation. The power dynamic, despite them still being in Helya's Domain, has completely changed by this point.

As Harry pulls out of Helya's ass and steps away, Sylvanas moves off of her face, letting Helya's body thump down to the ground as the insensate, practically catatonic titan-forged processes what's just been done to her. She can hardly understand it, Harry can see as much. Sex clearly wasn't something that the Keepers and their subordinates engaged in, all that much. And it probably wasn't about the sex for Helya either, but the metaphysical melding of their bodies.

Even now, with them physically separated, Harry can feel the very powerful bond he's made with Helya in this place. The Dark Val'kyr couldn't help it, she's been completely taken in by his Death Magic. To be fair, he quite likes her as well, now that they've gotten past the Sea Monster visage, and he knows more about how much she's suffered at the hands of Odyn.

She didn't deserve anything that happened to her. And if he's helped her in any way, well then, he's happy to have done so.

Of course, Sylvanas isn't happy with just that. Whispering in the Val'kyr's ear, she gets Helya up on her knees, and soon enough Harry finds himself staring down at a Queen and a Goddess, both kneeling before him, both running their tongues along his big fat cock. He finds himself the center of a new round of negotiations, as Sylvanas' red eyes twinkle with mischief, scooping some fresh cum out of Helya's ass as the titan-forged licks his cock, and slurping it from her hand.

"You know… Harry and I won't be staying. We have things that need doing, in the world beyond."

Helya jolts at that, eyes widening for a moment. She was nearly catatonic, going through the motions, but now some life returns to her.

"W-What? No… no, you mustn't go. Or rather… you may leave, little Queen. But HE stays. He is mine… I claim him."

As she speaks, she slurps up and down his cock more and more eagerly, moaning all the while. Sylvanas scoffs, sliding a hand through the back of Helya's hair and then tightening her grip at the same time that she gives Harry a nod. Recognizing her nod for what it is, he thrusts forward into Helya's mouth as the Val'kyr Queen gasps, forcing his enlarged member down the back of her throat as Sylvanas drives Helya's head down his length.

"Gaaaaaagkh!"

"You seem to be under the impression that you can control him, Helya. Look at him. Look at him truly. You understand now, don't you? I am but a little Queen… HE is more than that. He is greater than me… perhaps even greater than you. You cannot keep him here, no more than I can keep him by my side by force. His power… is beyond either of us."

That's a bluff, Harry is pretty sure. He wouldn't give himself good odds, in a straight fight against Helya, especially not if it took place inside of her Domain. And yet, Sylvanas sounds like she actually believes it. And as Harry looks down into Helya's eyes, he can't help but think that for some reason, she believes it too.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

"We're going to make a new deal, the three of us. A pact, if you will. Harry might not be long for this world. He's trying to get home. But until he does, he will do everything in his power to help his allies. I'm one of them. You could be another. Isn't that right, Harry?"

Gazing down at both of them, even as Sylvanas cajoles the fallen Val'kyr, Harry nods.

"Yes. I do right by my allies, always have. After we push back the Burning Legion, I'm going to start looking into getting back to where I came from… but before then, before I leave, I'll make sure that the two of you are happy and healthy… and whole."

Even Sylvanas shivers in delight at his promise. Helya, meanwhile, shudders and Harry realizes her hands have disappeared down betwixt her legs. Oh, how quickly the mighty fell, he supposed. Oh, how quickly a titan-forged learned to enjoy mortal pleasures, heh.

"What do you say, Helya? An alliance, the three of us… and once we've seen Harry off, just the two of us. Together, we'll not just get revenge, we'll get satisfaction. Justice isn't just seeing Odyn laid low… it's seeing you raised high once more. As high as you once were, if not higher still. Don't you agree?"

Helya shivers… and then nods, her eyes remaining fixed on Harry. Sylvanas smiles and forces Helya up and down his cock even faster, until finally, Harry lets out a groaning growl.

"Fuck, here it comes…"

Only then does Sylvanas pull the Goddess of Helheim off of his cock, yanking her back as Helya lets out a noise of protest and lolls out her tongue. The Banshee Queen and Sea-Witch end up side by side, their faces pressed against one another as they both tilt their heads back in preparation for what is to come. A moment later, and Harry covers their features and their busts in his seed, his load spraying out of the end of his meat cannon, and positively DRENCHING them.

They catch plenty in their mouths, though even more across their bodies, until finally he's done, and the two women turn to one another, swapping cum between their mouths and pressing their bodies into each other to seal the pact.

As Harry's seed gives them new Life, as they breathe and shiver against one another for several long moments, the wizard himself watches on with a smile, even as he thinks. Sylvanas… Sylvanas was right. He would do everything in his power to help Sylvanas get what she wanted, before he had to try and return home. And now, he would do the same for Helya.

It wasn't right. What had been done to the two of them, what they'd been forced to do in turn under the control of malicious, malignant masters… it simply wasn't right. They did deserve satisfaction, the both of them. If he could return Sylvanas to life and Helya to her previous form, he would do so.

And he was beginning to realize that was a promise he would uphold, even if it kept him on Azeroth longer than intended. The Burning Legion was one thing, and Harry had every intention of stopping them. But even once they were stopped, he might not be able to just up and leave. It would depend on how long it took him to help Sylvanas and Helya. He'd… found a reason to stay, for now.

With a sigh and a chuckle, Harry looks down at the two women swapping his cum between them with a sense of fondness. Meanwhile, Helheim has never looked better, all around them the realm that Helya originally created as a haven for the souls that proved to be unworthy of Odyn's Halls of Valor, has become the place it was meant to be.

As the desolation is wiped away, as life returns to the demiplane… things might just finally be looking up for its denizens after so damn long.

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