Unreleased Story - Infinite Possibilities

This story was supposed to be the first part of another series but my work on it dropped off. I looked at what had been completed and found that it more or less made for a complete introduction, at least. As you can probably see, it uses my Pre 2022 writing style, so it is in fact quite old. If I were to continue with this idea I would probably write it a bit differently.

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Chronolord Triennium touches down on the outskirts of Dalaran. Since this is before the disasters of the third war, it is still nestled on the unpolluted Lordamere lake, between two mountain ranges. The infinite flight had in past, present and future made a near endless amount of forays into the flow of time to disrupt the prime timeline itself. Some more successful than others. Trying to stop the dark portal from opening, or trying to stop the culling of Strathholme were just too high profile. As the infinite flight found out quickly, the best way is to simply change one small aspect, rather than the major events. Without the knowledge he possesses, Triennium's plan would undoubtedly be to very obviously attempt to stop the destruction of Dalaran and trigger all sorts of nasty consequences, such as the alliance winning the war or some other strange outcome.

Instead, he is educated by one of his kin's progress in a parallel timeline. The Infinite dragon disguised himself as a forsaken and introducing a pheromone strengthening elixir to the horde. An action that on it's surface is so innocuous and in character that no one could expect it was outside interference. Unexpected, with that one minor alteration, as Triennium observed, the affected timeline was and still is permanently fucked beyond repair.

The dragon hums to himself, entering a less obvious form. He shrinks in size down to a rather large and unappealing male. The dragon could never quite figure out how he could stop his illusory appearance from matching his personality. The man shrugs and begins making his way down the hillside towards the city.

Once the Chronolord is inside of the city he is left with a smorgasbord of options for how he can subtly change the coarse of history. 'So many important figures localized in this city. Where do I even begin?' The answer literally walks right in front of him. A blond woman stomps past him quickly, looking back briefly. “I don't have time, Kael'Thas! I need to finish studying.” She turns and continues walking. Trailing behind her he sees the soon-to-be prince of the blood elves looking rather indignant.

The elf curses. “That girl is too damn busy!” He places his face in his palm. “What should I do?” He asks himself out loud before slowly walking after her.

Triennium quickly calls out to the elf. “Girl troubles, my son?”

Kael stops, looking back over his shoulder somewhat disdainfully. “Don't call me with such a degrading title, you cur.” He seems to brush off Triennium's attempt to capture his attention and keeps walking.

Thinking on his feet, the dragon adds. “Well light... If you DON'T want to know how to attract a human girl then fine.”

Kael turns slowly, eyeing Triennium cautiously. “How do you attract a human girl? You don't look like you've ever attracted anyone.” He adds harshly.

The dragon smirk, lifting a finger. “Exactly. That's why I've got to know all of the nifty tricks.” He gives the prince a taunting stare. “If I can do it, you can to. Unless you're worried you can't get girls like I can.”

“Ridiculous.” Kael scoffs, approaching Triennium. The dragon cheers internally. “Tell me, then. Come on.” The boy is interested, but he knows that the prince is only hooked. To fully reel him in will take time. 'So I will make time.'

“Buy me a drink.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Buy me a drink. My services aren't free.” Triennium crosses his arms sternly. The request for an exchange only seems to instill in the princes mind that what the oddly unappealing human male has to offer is legitimate.

“Very well. Pick the place and I will buy you a drink.” Kael'thas relents.

“You can call me Trien.” Trien offers, sitting across from the High-elf. He sips his drink slowly. The dragon is not worried about getting drunk, but human swill like this is not to his tastes and receiving the beverage was more for show, anyway.

“Yes, yes, whatever.” Kael says dismissively. “So tell me how I can attract Jaina.”

Trien thinks carefully about his next moves as he inspects the prince closely. 'He's actually pretty cute, as far as mortals go. Androgynous as any elf and small. Compared to me, anyway.' Trien smirks. 'Arrogant as all fel, though. The fact that he gave in to my request at all is a testament to how much he pines after that future-Archamage.'

“Well?” Kael asks impatiently.

Trien nods, seeming to decide. 'I need to break his pride.' The dragon sighs theatrically. “Honestly, you don't stand a chance.” It is technically true. Jaina, in very few realities, ever gets with the prince. It never works. But the prince doesn't know that, nor does he understand why. Trien stands up.

“W-what!?” The prince slams the table. “Why?”

“You don't want to know.” Trien shrugs, beginning to leave the bar.

“Tell me!” Kael insists, following closely behind. Hey, are you listening?” The prince asks in an annoying tone. Trien whistles innocently, not even needing to lure the prince as he turns down an alley. Once they are out of sigh he turns around to regard the prince.

“You really wanna know?”

“Yes!”

“Really really?” Trien raises a brow curiously.

“Of course!”

“Okay. Open your robe, little elf.” Trien orders, feigning exasperation, as if to suggest that it was the prince that brought him to this stage in things.

“Excuse me!?” Kael utters in confusion.

“Open.” Trien sighs.

“What will that do?” Kael asks hesistantly.

“It will reveal an undeniable reality that can not be fought.”

“An undeniable-” Kael opens his robes up with some effort, revealing tight cloth pants beneath. Standard for most mages. “There, is that what you need?”

“Not quite.” Trien very forwardly reaches forward and pulls down the princes pants abruptly, revealing a tiny prick and neat, hairless balls. “Gosh...” He can't help but say out loud. The dragon was prepared to be wrong. This was merely the first approach and he had several different tries on this one boy before anyone would begin to notice he is bouncing around the timelines. 'But to be right first try is incredibly lucky.' He marvels, clearing his throat to snap the stunned Kael'thas out of his daze.

“W-w-what are you DOING you mongrel!?” Kael exclaims, trying to pull his pants up in vein. Trien's strength is simply too much for his mortal body. Trien casually pulls his own leggings down, revealing a monster cock that dwarf's the mages by a ridiculous amount. The dragon does not have to say anything. Kael'thas's jaw drops. His pride shatters once he sees the man's superior member compared to his own. 'I did not know they could even get that big.' He stares up, dumbfounded. “You are an abnormality! Surely...”

Trien smirks. “This is just what a normal human man looks like, boy.” He sees the prince frown deeply, his shoulders slump. The elf looks completely defeated. “A REAL man.” He digs deeper into the princes ego.

He seems crushed enough that the elf rolls back around to anger and denial. “This is ridiculous! I do NOT need a thing as b-big as yours to be a real man.”

Trien shakes his head. “You're closer to being a girl than a guy, 'princess.' I'm gonna perform a maneuver to show you.” Without even being able to react, Kael is put in a hold with both arms lifted above his head with just one of Trien's large, strong hands. Trien is behind him, his hard member poking through Kael's thighs. Kael's tiny prick is resting on top of Trien's monster member. “See the comparison more clearly?”

“S-shut the hell up. What are you trying to show me?” Kael utters dejectedly. He is still fighting, to an extent. Trien forms his fingers into a ring and shows Kael clearly. “S-so what?”

“Imagine this is a pussy. If one as wide as this...” He wraps his hand around the base of his cock and the entirety of Kael's along with it. He gives one stroke, injecting Kael's with temporal magic to force him to cum weakly down Trien's massive member embarrassingly. The prince gasps. Not only was it an intense orgasm for him, but it shows clearly what Trien is talking about it.

“I- I-”

“Yes?”

Kael'thas's shoulders slump. “I guess I am somewhat... Inadequate in this regard.” Trien grins widely. 'The princes impenetrable pride is broken so easily through such a simple method? It's a wonder no one has tried this before.'

Trien pushes. “Somewhat!? It is pathetic. To think, you flaunt this pathetic cock at all...” Trien rubs it a little with his thumb, causing the prince to cum weakly once more. Kael gasps. “It's not even fair to real men to call this a cock. What type of thing is so sensitive that it cums from just a little rubbing?”

Kael gulps, searching his mind. He had cum twice already, powerfully, at the man's hands. “I-I don't know...”

“Regardless, this is not a man's organ, by any means, no?” Kaelthas shakes his head. “Admit it. I want to hear you say it.”

“This is not a man's organ...” He admits shamefully.