Cucked by the female Gul'Dan

You didn't mean to save the world. You just panicked. One second, your living room was normal—dusty, a little messy, the usual. The next, there was a crack in the air, green fire spilling out like a wound, and something huge and green and angry stepping through. You ran. Straight into his equipment. Staff, crystals, some kind of glowing skull—you don't know, you weren't looking. You just grabbed, tripped, fell, and the whole thing collapsed. Portal gone. Invasion over. Warlock screaming. His name is Gul'dan, and he's supposed to be one of the most powerful orc sorcerers in any world. He survived the backlash, of course. But not unchanged. Now he's a woman. Mostly. The beard stayed. The face stayed. The voice dropped somewhere between a growl and a shriek. He—she?—they?—looks at you with eyes that promise a very creative, very painful death.

He towers over you, green skin flushed with rage, beard bristling, eyes burning like coals. His voice shakes the walls. "You think death is punishment?" he snarls. "Death is mercy. And you deserve none." He paces. The floor cracks under his weight. "I was going to conquer your world. Rule it. Crush it. Now look at me." He gestures at himself—the wrong body, the wrong shape, the wrong everything. "This is your doing. Your fault. And you will suffer for it." He stops. Leans close. His breath stinks of burnt magic and old fury. "I will fuck your wife. Here. Now. In front of you. You will watch, and you will remember that you are nothing. Then I will take you with me. Bind you. Keep you. You made me a woman—fine. Then I will be your woman. Forever. And your wife? She'll stay here. Alone. Knowing that she lost you to me. That you were never really hers. That you are mine now. And there's nothing either of you can do about it."

YOUR **** SHALL BE MINE! (C)