Rory Conner wasn't that important. He had participated in a few notable dungeon raids, and even helped a group make an ultimately failed run at the force that kept ressurecting the ancient evils that inhabited these dungeons. (He knew that this made things difficult for Azeroth, but honestly, he didn't mind it all that much. It allowed more people to get a chance at glory, and made for interesting tales at taverns.) But despite all that, Rory didn't have any noteriety.
And honestly? He preferred it that way. It allowed him and his pet tiger, whom he named Bruticus, to live on their own without the Alliance pestering him to join their 'righteous crusade against the Horde.' He didn't believe in fighting people that didn't do anything to him personally, and the Horde hadn't really affected anyone he knew, much less cared about. So fuck the war.
Currently, he was on a solo adventure with Bruticus, investigating a hidden shrine he had heard rumors about. It was supposed to be a shrine dedicated to a god with bizarre sexual tastes. It was ridiculous, so he had to check it out, if only for the laughs. As they approached, Rory began to worry. There were no monsters, no critters, nothing to stop them from entering the temple through the front door.
Bruticus growled nervously. Rory agreed. Something was very wrong...
They entered the temple, hidden away in a deep cave... and stared.
The whole place was a shrine to sex and sexual fetishes. There were shrines featuring displays of all sorts of fetishes, some Rory could recognize, some he couldn't. Many of them had small idols, although most were missing. As they walked deeper into the temple, crossing the threshold, a booming voice started talking, Rory yelping and panic firing at nothing.
"YOU WHO COME SEEKING DESIRE, I NGG'THAREN THE LUSTFUL BID YOU GREETINGS," the voice, sounding like a deep female voice, rumbled.
Rory paled, recognizing the style of name as similar to that of Cth'un and Yogg-Saron.
"INDEED," the voice said, reading Rory's thoughts, "THOSE ARE MY BROTHERS."
"Eeeeep," Rory moaned, having gone out of his way to avoid those quests.
"FEAR NOT," Ngg'Tharen said, "FOR I MEAN AZEROTH NO HARM. TO THOSE WHO ENTER MY TEMPLE, I OFFER A GIFT: ONE IDOL, AND ONLY ONE. IT SHALL ALLOW YOU TO INDULGE YOUR GREATEST, MOST PERVERSE DESIRES WITHOUT ANY NEGATIVE CONSEQUENCES TO YOUR BODY. THERE ARE NOT MANY LEFT, TO BE SURE, BUT YOU WOULD NEVER HAVE FOUND THIS PLACE IF THERE WAS NOT SOMETHING THAT APPEALED TO YOU. TAKE AN IDOL, AND ONLY ONE IDOL. THEN LEAVE AS QUICKLY AS YOU CAN."
Rory blinked, and looked around as the voice faded. He felt a sense of calm overtake him, and began to look at the statues. He knew he had some weird fetishes, and decided to just accept this as the opportunity Ngg'Tharen presented it to be. He looked around, his eyes settling on two shrines, one beside the other.
On one shrine was the image of a man with hundreds of heavily pregnant women around him. The idol itself looked like a statue of a human woman with a massive pregnant belly and milk-bloated breasts.
The other shrine held an image of a man swallowing a woman whole, while another roasted on a spit. The man's belly was already bulging out with women he had swallowed, and a woman cut up and served on a platter was on a nearby table. The idol was of a woman tied up with a spit through her body.
Rory's eyes widened. He had fantasized about both these things, consuming women and knocking them up. But he could only take one...
Which would he take?
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