Torgus and Korlain, with their healslut Whitemane, journey across Azeroth in search of adventures and pussy. What are the women of Warcraft to do when the horny duo sets their sights upon them? As it turns out, not much except take it!
Contains Extreme Content: non-consent
Standing on the streets of Dalaran, Korlain looked up at the hanging sign that read “The Legerdemain Lounge.” With a frown, he glanced down at the flimsy piece of paper clutched in his hand, the chicken scratch barely legible, that stated “Adventurs wanted! Inqure inside Legermain Longue!” The tauren shaman sighed heavily as he steeled himself to step inside. If the sloppy handwriting and poor grasp of language was anything to go by, Korlain was not looking forward to meeting this potential employer of his. But times were tough, opportunities were slim, and the tauren knew he had to take any job he could get. After all, Azeroth was a wildly dangerous place for a lone adventurer, and there was something to be said about safety in numbers. Korlain wasn’t anti-social by any means, but he found comfort by himself, giving him time alone to commune with the elements in peace. Not to mention the loot; you never had to share any loot you found on your own.
But he hadn’t traveled all the way to Dalaran just to walk away now. With another weary sigh, Korlain stuffed the note back inside his leather pockets and crossed the threshold into the lounge. It was a comforting, soothing venue filled with soft idle chatter and the rich smells of tea, coffee, and pastries. His bull nostrils flared as they sniffed the air, and he took a moment to bask in the aromas. Patrons from all across the world, and even a few from off-world, frequented the tavern and brought with them tales and rumors from their travels. There was always an abundance of information to be found within the Legerdemain, whether through trade or friendly conversation. Unfortunately Korlain didn’t have much time to dally, as he had already been procrastinating in answering the note for quite some time, and so he approached the bartender’s counter and placed it on the surface. “Hello. Do you know where I can find the author of this letter?”
The bartender, a thin blood elf man, looked at the paper with an expression of disbelief. “Wow, never thought I’d see the day. You’re the first one to answer that particular ad. He comes down from his room almost every day and asks for any updates. His tenacity is admirable, but personally I had written it off as a lost cause some time ago.”
“Are you serious?” asked Korlain with a look of shock. He had found the note over a week ago, and even by that point he had to assume it had been listed much earlier than that. The tauren rather expected to show up just to be told he was too late, that the positions had been filled and the party had departed long ago. Now he didn’t know whether to feel relief that the job was still available or hesitation at the fact that apparently no one wanted to work with this employer. “I’m… not sure how to respond to that.”
The elf man shrugged. “Couldn’t hurt to at least follow up and talk with him. His room is upstairs, second door on the right. Best of luck, sir.”
Korlain nodded and placed a single gold coin on the counter as a token of thanks. With serious apprehension, he ascended the stairs at the back of the room. A million thoughts and questions burned through his mind, but atop all of them was whether or not he should just turn around and hightail it out of the tavern. He might have better luck staying solo, but Korlain quickly shook that thought from his head. No, he had come here with a goal in mind and, good or bad, he was determined to see it through. To walk away now would be admitting failure before this new adventure had even begun, and more than anything Korlain craved adventure. The bartender was right; there was no harm in at least trying.
He found the room that the elf had indicated and, just as he raised a hand to knock, he paused as a curious sound bled through the wooden door. Both ears perked up and he leaned in closer to press one against the door, straining to listen. It sounded wet, as if someone were slurping loudly inside the room. It was rhythmic too, and Korlain swore he also heard the faint sound of a manly grunt. Now more curious than ever before, he rasped his knuckles against the door. From within he heard a voice speak, “Shit, someone is here. Cover up and answer the door, slut.”
As footsteps approached the door on the other side, Korlain straightened up and smoothed out any wrinkles in his quilted robe. He put on his best face, but as the door swung open and he was greeted to a familiar sight, his expression immediately changed into confusion. “You! What the…?”
Before him stood Sally Whitemane, once high inquisitor of the Scarlet Crusade and, as of the last time he saw her, a cock-hungry slut after he and another companion had fucked her brains out. Currently however, Whitemane carried all the haughty scorn of a noble woman looking down on a peasant, and she sneered with her eyes also wide with recognition. “You!” she echoed right back at him. “How dare you intrude on my privacy!”
Korlain narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t about to take any sass from the very whore he had pounded into submission. “I’m here about a job. What in the Earthmother’s name are you doing here?” His gaze roamed over her face, twisted in fury and painted with makeup, and he immediately noticed white specks of some fluid at the corner of her mouth. “Were you just…?”
“Korlain! Old friend, old buddy!” cried a familiar voice from further inside the room. The orc warrior Torgus shuffled into view, his hands hastily pulling up his pants. He seemed slightly out of breath. “You came!”
“Looks like I’m not the only one who came,” Korlain said with a knowing grin aimed toward Whitemane. The human woman blushed hot red, and she glared at the tauren with as much hate she could muster as she wiped at her mouth.
“I wish that were true,” said Torgus, oblivious to the double entendre. “No one has answered my ad. It’s the strangest thing. I even proofread it and everything!”
The tauren shoved past Whitemane, quite easily as he was nearly double her size, and entered the room. It was nice and furnished properly, as to be expected of the Legerdemain Lounge’s reputation, but he noted with amusement that the bed was an absolute mess with more than a few dried stains on the sheets. When the two companions had parted ways shortly after their trip into the Scarlet Monastery, he had left the broken inquisitor in Torgus’ care. As sad as he was to leave behind such a delicious fucktoy, Korlain knew he didn’t have the motivation or resources to keep her along just for the sake of having a warm hole to fuck anytime he wanted. But it appeared that Torgus did not feel the same, and the two of them had stuck together since then. Which was interesting to say the least. He knew they had defeated Whitemane properly and she no doubt recognized their dominance, but he never thought she’d ever be willing to stay with the orc. Especially after they humiliated her in a sloppy threesome.
But now face-to-face with proof that the orc and human had not only stuck together but were still banging the whole time, Korlain couldn’t help but be impressed with Torgus. He knew the orc was a peerless warrior, but perhaps he underestimated his capabilities as an alpha male. Whitemane was a fine catch for a human, with soft curves, a thick ass, and plump dick-sucking lips, and more than a worthy trophy for any proud son of Orgrimmar. Korlain nodded with respect. “It seems you two have been busy since we parted ways.”
“You know it!” shouted Torgus excitedly. “Sally here is insatiable. Its like every hour of every day she’s either suckin’ or fuckin’! You know how it is.”
Whitemane’s cheeks turned an even darker shade of red out of utter embarrassment. However, as she was still dressed in the same revealing red-and-gold one-piece as when they first encountered her in the Scarlet Monastery, Korlain didn’t see any reason for her to be so modest when she already dressed like a whore. “I am not,” she growled through clenched teeth.
“Sure you are! Bend over and show him that creampie I gave you earlier. It’s still there, right?” asked Torgus, apparently complete ignorant to the inappropriateness of discussing their sexual activities so openly. “Do you want another one?” he said as the bulge in his pants grew noticeably larger at the mere thought.
“Shut up,” hissed Whitemane. “He isn’t here to listen to you ramble about our… unmentionables! He’s here about the job.”
“No way! Really? That’s awesome!” said Torgus, barely able to contain his excitement. “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that, especially since we already know how well we work together as a team. After all, it was our partnership that bagged us this sexy piece, am I right?” he said while reaching around from behind and grabbing two handfuls of Whitemane’s generous tits.
“Stop it!” chided Whitemane, though she made very little effort to actually pull him off and actually seemed to wiggle against his body in appreciation. “By the Light, you are so juvenile.”
Torgus let go of her body and ran over to a nearby table where he picked up a leaflet from a pile of similar papers. “Look, buddy. It’s a lead on a job, somewhere called the Deadmines. I don’t know much about it, but word is it’s a hot spot of activity. But more than that, I’m betting there’s a good amount of loot just waiting for us! And there’s a lot more where that came from. I’m practically drowning in these quests.” He frowned, his chipper attitude tempered by reality. “There’s no way Sally and I by ourselves would be enough. I’ve been trying to find help for weeks now… And nothing.” His smile returned, and Torgus pumped both fists victoriously. “But now that you’re here, we can do anything! I’m sure of it. So what do you say, pal?”
Korlain rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Though he knew there would be no obligation to stay with them long term, there were obvious ramifications to joining their party. Torgus was more than a handful, and it would be a test of his patience to deal with the chipper yet dense orc for so long. And then there was Whitemane who, while an obviously pleasing feast for the eyes with her svelte body, would no doubt be most vexing with her combative and bitchy personality. Yet the rewards could be worthwhile and the experience invaluable. Not to mention all the free sex offered up by the human skank. That alone would make the entire venture worthwhile.
With both arms folded solemnly in front of his chest, Korlain nodded at the two. “It seems as though fate has brought us together once more, and the spirits have guided me along this path. The journey will be difficult, the obstacles many, and no doubt the dangers fatal. One would almost have to be crazy to say yes,” said Korlain with a smirk.
“Oh no,” said Torgus dejectedly. “You have to come with us! Surely there’s some way to change your mind.” Torgus tapped a thick finger against his temple as he struggled to conjure an idea within his cavernous skull. “Aha, I know! If you come with us, you can use Sally here whenever you want. Don’t believe me? Try her out right now!” The orc slapped Whitemane on her fat ass, causing the girl to jump with a yelp. “Quickly now, get your knees before he leaves.”
Whiteman rolled her eyes. “No, you buffoon. He’s saying that he’ll do it! You finally found yourself the third member of our little party.”
“Oh! Well then lok’tor my friend! We’re going to do great things together!”
Korlain nodded. “Of that I have no doubt. Although…” He hesitated for the briefest of seconds before dropping his hands to his trousers and loosening the waistband. “I wouldn’t say no to that blowjob.”
“That’s the spirit!” said Torgus. “You heard him, slut. Get to sucking!”
The inquisitor’s lips curled into an unpleasant grimace, but still she readily sank to her knees all the same, licking her lips instinctively as the massive beefy cock came into full view. Wrapping her mouth around his girth and emitting an involuntary moan of lust, Whitemane knew her future was about to get a lot more interesting. As her chapeau-capped head bobbed back and forth along Korlain’s cock, he shared a high five with Torgus up above. Now began the greatest adventure of their lives.
“Whoa, look!” As the unconventional party of an orc, a tauren, and their human companion entered the final cavern of the Deadmines, Torgus stood in awe of the sight before them. An enormous underground lake stretched out before them, and docked at the nearby pier was the largest ship any of them had ever seen. It towered over the group by several stories, outfitted with all manner of deadly armaments, but most importantly seemed to be in the final stages of its construction. “It’s a juggernaut!”
“A what?” Korlain was not only impressed with the existence of such a ship but also that his orc friend apparently knew more about than he did.
With a child-like smile of joy that spread from ear to ear, Torgus clapped his hands together. “The Horde used to build them back in the Second War. They nearly conquered the seas with those things.” He gazed upon it like a kid in a candy shop, admiring the sheer size of the ship. “My dad got to sail on one once, told me all about. This is so cool!”
“Whatever,” said Whitemane dismissively with a roll of her eyes. “Let’s just finish the job and get out of here. This place is ugly and it smells like poverty.”
“What’s the matter?” asked Korlain. “Does the dank mine offend your prissy sensibilities too much?”
“Oh, I’m sure this grubby little hovel seems just like home for a Horde mongrel such as yourself.”
“A Horde mongrel whose cock you were happily riding not three hours ago,” retorted Korlain smugly, reveling in the red blush on Whitemane’s cheeks even as she glared daggers back at him.
“Yeah besides, tauren don’t even like dungeons. They’re nomads who prefer the open plains,” said Torgus, still gazing up at the juggernaut. “Educate yourself, Sally.”
The inquisitor clenched her jaw in righteous anger but said nothing. Instead, she obediently followed her two fuck-buddies as they ventured forward and began their climb to the top of the enormous ship. Although there were yet a few lingering Defias thugs to fight along the way, they proved to be nothing more than an inconvenience that the experienced party handled easily. When finally they reached the top of the scaffolds covering the juggernaut’s outer hull, there was barely any hesitation as all three of them boarded the upper deck. But for all their bravado and eagerness, they found the area completely empty. “What gives?” asked Torgus to no one in particular. “Did everyone just go home?”
“Could be a trap,” suggested Korlain warily as both hands tightly gripped his dual maces. “This Defias ringleader is supposedly quite crafty.”
As if on cue, a light mist began to creep over the deck of the ship, and while at first the party paid it no mind, they soon found themselves enveloped in a thick fog. As if in answer to their confusion, sinister cackling laughter, dark and filled with malice, echoed all around them. “Do you feel that chill running up your spine?” asked the disembodied gravelly voice. “I can smell your fear…”
Torgus, shield held high, turned back and forth in-place, desperately trying to cover his own flank. “Where is he? Anyone got eyes on him?”
By that point the fog had grown so dense that the three companions couldn’t even see each other. They were now separated, dangerously isolated by their foe. Although they could still shout to one another, it seemed as though their voices were drifting further and further apart with each passing second. “Nothing over here,” grumbled Korlain as his ears strained to listen for any giveaway of their lurking opponent. “This must be that Admiral Ripsnarl we were told about. He’s a clever one.”
“He’s just a worgen mutt!” shouted Whitemane from an indeterminable distance. “Slinking about like a coward. Come out and face the Light’s judgement, you cur!”
Her taunts were answered only by malicious snickering in the mist. For several tense moments, the party took step after careful step across the deck, fanning out as best they could and searching for any sign of their quarry. However, it now seemed that they were the ones being hunted, and it was only a matter of time until the admiral made his move. At last, with nothing to signal the incoming strike but the rapid patter of footsteps, Ripsnarl lunged at his target. “Aha, fresh meat!”
A girlish scream of terror rang throughout the underground cavern. “He’s got Whitemane!” cried out Korlain in alarm. He spun around, searching in vain for any sign of his two friends, or anyone for that matter, but to no avail.
What he and Torgus did hear, however, were the sounds of a struggle through the fog. Ripsnarl himself said nothing, only growling and heaving like a savage beast, but Whitemane’s voice rang out heavy with panic. “Get over here, you oafs! He’s got me – ow! – pinned down and… and…” Whitemane’s voice trailed off, and for a brief moment her two companions wondered if she was even still there, until suddenly a shrill and piercing scream broke the silence.
“Uhh… That doesn’t sound good,” said Korlain, now slightly less confident than when they first stepped aboard the juggernaut.
“Sally is a tough girl. She can take whatever Ripsnarl gives her.” His attention now fully back to navigating the fog, Torgus noticed that it was finally starting to recede as quickly as it had rolled in. Soon enough the mist had thinned out to where he could see his friend Korlain standing just a few meters away. “Hey, we can see again!”
Korlain nodded to his orc comrade, but his eyes widened at the sight of a shadowy figure creeping about inside a nearby cabin. “Watch out behind you, Torgus!”
The orc warrior turned just in time for this new foe to strike. In the flash of an eye, a gangly creature darted out and made a beeline straight for Torgus, its arms raised menacingly and ready to come down on the green-skinned hero. “Mrglll glrrm gll!”
Torgus barely had a second to react, but lucky for him that’s all he needed. With the reflexes granted by years of training and generation after generation of proud orc warrior heritage, Torgus lashed out with a mighty kick that landed squarely on the murloc’s face. 240 pounds of pure orc muscle powered the strike that drove his armored boot into unprotected fishy flesh. The blow was so strong that the murloc was lifted completely off the ground and, with a faint gurgle of defeat, rocketed over the railing of the ship to plummet into the dark waters below. “Umm, was that supposed to be a boss?” asked Torgus as he scratched at his head in confusion.
By now the fog had nearly completely lifted. Korlain scanned his eyes across the entire deck, trying to get his bearings but also locate their imperiled healer. “I don’t know, but we better find Whitemane and help her defeat this Ripsnarl before reinforcements show up.”
“Right,” said Torgus with a dutiful nod. “Hey wait, I think that’s her over there!”
What they saw astonished them, but at the same time they were less than surprised to find the inquisitor once more in such a compromising position. They spotted Whitemane on her hands and knees, bracing herself against the wooden deck of the ship as Ripsnarl crouched over her from behind. Already the thin stretchy fabric running between her legs was pulled to the side to make room for the admiral’s thick worgen cock, which was making itself right at home inside her well-worn pussy. Whitemane had a lewd expression on her face, eyes crossed and mouth forming a perfect O, as Ripsnarl rutted into her furiously as if nothing else existed outside the two of them. Neither participant in the debaucherous display noticed Torgus or Korlain as they looked on with slack jaws and bugged eyes. “Whitemane, you slut!” scolded the orc warrior.
The inquisitor’s unfocused gaze realigned and focused on Torgus all while her slender frame was jostled back and forth on the floor by Ripsnarl’s insistent thrusts. “D-don’t just stand there you – oof! – idiots! Get him off me!”
“I don’t know,” said Korlain with a smug grin as he watched the worgen’s cock pounding her haughty pussy pink. “Looks like he’s buried in there pretty good.”
“Hurry up before – gyaahh! – he knots me!” Whitemane lowered her head with shame as she felt the aforementioned worgen knot bump threateningly against her folds with each deep thrust. The good admiral was fucking her like the primal animal he truly was. His entire hairy body enveloped hers, pressing into her arched back, and she could even feel his hot drool dripping onto the back of her neck. Whitemane hadn’t felt this dominated since her two companions had fucked her into sloppy submission back in the Scarlet Monastery, and Ripsnarl was doing an excellent job of fucking her slutty cunt into obedience. “Haahh f-fuuuck… Yes, right there! Mmm, harder… I mean no, stop!” cried Whitemane, briefly snapping out of her cock-hungry trance. “Help! He’s going to – unnf! – break me!”
Torgus just shrugged. “Who cares? If he does, we already know we can turn you right back into your normal self.”
Korlain raised an eyebrow at his orcish friend. “Is that how it works? You just fuck her until she turns good?”
“Beats me,” replied Torgus with another indifferent shrug. “Maybe? Worked the first time.”
The orc’s line of reasoning was so baffling to Korlain that he was too preoccupied with puzzling out the logic to notice another shadowy figure approach him from behind. A pair of daggers gleamed in the darkness and raised up high like a viper’s fangs ready to strike.
This time however it was Torgus’s turn to warn his companion. “Look out!”
The shaman turned just in time for the slicing daggers to miss their mark, cutting cleanly through a piece of leather rather than the intended flesh. Stumbling forward awkwardly, mostly due to his lumbering size than any lack of grace, Korlain tried to turn and face his opponent, but Vanessa VanCleef expertly moved in and exploited his blind spots. Twisting a dagger sideways, she stuck quickly and cut a superficial yet painful wound through the tauren’s flank. He howled in agony.
“Hold on, buddy! I’m coming!” Like a flash of lightning, Torgus charged straight toward Vanessa in much the same way he had at Whitemane in their first battle. However, the slippery rogue, not one to be caught off-guard by such a basic maneuver, dodged elegantly to the side and avoided the collision. In response, Torgus raised his shield high and readied his hand axe to strike. Yet he hesitated, waiting patiently for her to make the first move as he observed.
“You shouldn’t have come here,” taunted the Defias ringleader. She fell into a couched position, her daggers poised to strike at any moment. “This mine will be your tomb.”
Torgus roared and swung his shield out, attempting to bash her with the full force of it, but Vanessa once more nimbly leapt aside. “Quiet, wench! Surrender and give us your loot, and you might just leave this place alive!”
Vanessa smiled behind the red mask that covered the lower half of her face. “Greedy adventurers then? Your kind sicken me. Clearly you care nothing for justice, but I do. And I’m not about to let all my work here be undone by your clumsy selfishness.”
It was Torgus’s turn to smile back. “You’re wrong about two things. You must be really dumb if you think I got all this way by being clumsy.”
Her blue eyes narrowed. “And what’s the second thing?”
“I don’t have to beat you alone. We’re a team!”
Before Vanessa could react, Korlain came up from behind and grappled the surprised woman. With both arms looped under her own and hands clasped firmly behind her head, the large tauren had the raven-haired criminal in a high-inescapable full nelson. Vanessa growled and lashed out uselessly with both legs as she was lifted off the ground, limiting her escape options even further. “Let me go!” she hissed, squirming in his grasp.
“Yeah no,” replied Korlain calmly even as his own blood ran down his side. It was a shallow wound, but his tauren endurance would allow him to maintain his hold on the struggling Vanessa no matter how much it hurt. “You’re a real pain in the ass for such a tiny girl.”
“I’m not a girl,” she growled. “I’m the daughter of Edwin VanCleef, leader of the Defias Brotherhood, and I’ll have my revenge yet!”
“Well you look like a total skank,” said Torgus as he lecherously inspected her squirming body. Much like Whitemane, whose lustful moans could still be heard nearby, the bare skin of Vanessa’s upper thighs and hips were totally exposed by her attire. Unlike the pious inquisitor however, the Defias thief wore more functional leather meant for the rigors of combat. That didn’t stop the neckline of her bodice from being cut very low, revealing a deep valley of cleavage. Torgus’s gaze lingered on her plump breasts, and his tongue licked across hungry lips as his hands fell down to unbuckle his belt. “Alright, let’s get started. Just hold the brat steady while I fuck her.”
“What?! Why?!” asked Korlain in outright disbelief.
“Because she’s right there!” replied Torgus as if such a question even needed to be asked. “Why else did we come all this way?”
“To arrest her! The locals may be Alliance, but they don’t care who brings her in, we’ll still get paid. Now you’re telling me we made the whole trip to the bottom of this stupid mine was just so you could get your dick wet?” Korlain rolled his eyes, never once relaxing his hold on Vanessa as she struggled in vain to free herself from his far superior tauren strength.
“Well… No. We’re gonna get that bounty… But I mean come on, just look at her!” said Torgus as his eyes roamed over her thigh high boots and the silky-smooth legs and buttocks they accentuated. While Whitemane had a rounder, curvier, and more fully developed body, Vanessa’s smaller and more slender frame was that of a young woman just entering adulthood. Thus her petite body was tight in all the right places, and her red Defias outfit showed it off quite nicely. Torgus ran a questing hand up her leg, groping at the soft skin of her upper thigh before reaching around to cup an exposed butt cheek. The helpless girl kicked at the orc to no avail; held so effortlessly off the ground, she had no leverage to put any power behind her strikes. “She’s dressed like more of a slut than Whitemane is,” he said crassly.
“I – ahh! – heard – ohh! – that!” cried out Whitemane from the other side of the deck as Ripsnarl continued to rut into her.
Korlain growled through gritted teeth as he watched Torgus position himself firmly between Vanessa’s flailing legs. “You’re quite unbelievable. One of our own is getting raped by the enemy, and all you can think about is doing the same.”
Torgus didn’t even meet his friend’s glare, instead opting to keep his focus on the flimsy strip of cloth covering Vanessa’s crotch. “Turnabout is fair play, isn’t it? This will make us even! Besides, I told you Sally is fine. She’s probably loving it by now!”
Even as disappointed in Torgus as he was, Korlain didn’t think he could dispute that statement as the high-pitched moans coming from Whitemane were only increasing in frequency and intensity. With a defeated sigh, the tauren tightened his grip on Vanessa, preparing himself for the renewed struggles she would be attempting once the actual penetration started. Even though they had the Defias leader in a defenseless position and their victory was mostly assured, the only thing that quelled Korlain’s anger was the knowledge that he’d be getting a turn with the troublesome young girl once Torgus had his fun. “Fine but hurry up. I want my shot at her before Ripsnarl gets bored with our healslut.”
“You can’t rush art,” snickered Torgus as he dropped his pants to the floor. His thick orc peon, already fully erect, flopped out and slapped against Vanessa’s bare inner thigh with a meaty smack. Long strands of heavy precum were already leaking from the tip in eager anticipation of entering the poor girl. Unbeknownst to the Defias leader, Whitemane had cruelly blue-balled Torgus the entire day leading up to their expedition into the Deadmines, refusing to put out for the single-minded horndog due to a spat they had earlier that morning. Instead, he’d been forced to watch jealously as Whitemane instead gladly spread her legs for Korlain, more so just to make Torgus envious. Thus the orc’s libido was nearing unbearable levels, and his green cock twitched excitedly as it rub against the first touch of skin it had felt all day.
“Impossible!” screeched Vanessa while doubling her efforts to escape, her gaze glued to the behemoth resting between her legs as her mind struggled to comprehend the sheer physics of taking such a thing. “That’ll never fit!”
“Yeah it will,” grunted Torgus as he ripped off the bottom V of her uniform, exposing her naked cunt to the chilly cavern air. Her pretty pussy looked like the perfect reward after a long day of dungeoning, but perhaps most interesting of all was her dark pubic hair which, much like her outlaw lifestyle, was wild and untamed. “I’ve had plenty of practice breaking human pussies by now, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that they were practically made to take orc dick.” He chuckled cruelly as he rubbed his cockhead all over her crotch, smearing his precum onto her delicate folds and even into the unkempt patch of black hair. “You just gotta know how to open them up.”
“Slow and steady?” asked Korlain with a smirk, already knowing the answer.
Torgus shook his head. “Nope! Just like ripping off a bandage. Gotta do it quick!” And so with zero warning nor any chance for the poor rogue to brace herself, Torgus lunged forward and shoved his steely girth straight up her unprotected pussy.
“Hyynnnaaahh!!” cried out Vanessa, her scream of pain and surprise echoing off the distant cavern walls. Her head thrash back against Korlain’s chest and both eyes spun about lazily as every conscious thought, as well as all her senses, were knocked from her head out in that single thrust. She sagged lifelessly in the tauren’s grasp as her shattered mind struggled to recoup, her lower half shuddering against the vile intruder buried within her impaled womanhood. Both legs kicked out on their own accord, seeking anything to strike, but instead instinctively curling around Torgus’s waist as if inviting him in further.
“Yeah, that’s more like… Huh?” The orc looked down in shock as he suddenly realized that only half his length had gone in. The folds of her pussy were blushing bright red and were spread perversely around his green cock, yet nearly five full inches of his shaft remained outside. “That’s never happened before. What gives?” he asked with a puzzled look as he thrust his hips forward, attempting to jimmy the rest up inside Vanessa’s cunt but only succeeding in shaking her entire body like a ragdoll.
Korlain was rather confused himself, but he came to the conclusion faster than his brutish friend. “Hmm, could it be she’s a virgin?”
“A what now?”
“A virgin. She’s never had sex before.”
“Never had… You’re making that up!”
The tauren rolled his eyes. “No I’m not. Look, she’s pretty young for a human, probably never did the deed before we came along. You’re probably the first cock she’s ever taken.”
With another swing of his hips, Torgus managed to shove another inch or two inside Vanessa’s vise-like snatch. Slowly yet surely her tight walls were beginning to loosen up thanks to the ludicrous amount of precum he was shoving up inside her, and by sawing his dick in and out he managed to get more and more inside on repeated thrusts. “Whatever, looks like it’s working now. How you doing over there, Sally?” yelled out Torgus without even taking his eyes off the battered lips of Vanessa’s pussy clinging to his slick shaft.
Whitemane gave no response, too far lost to the carnal pleasure forced upon her weakened body. Ripsnarl now had a large clawed hand on the back of her head, pushing her cheek flat against the deck. Her signature chapeau lay discarded nearby. Now face down and ass raised high for the worgen to rut into doggystyle, Whitemane’s tongue hung from her open mouth as she drooled all over the floor. “Aahh… F-fuckkk… gyaahh!” Her thick ass was now cherry red from the admiral’s pelvis beating against it, and her drooling cunt was leaking thin streams of arousal down her legs. The worgen’s cock was drenched with her juices, making it much easier for him to plunder her quivering pussy at a breakneck pace. “P-please fill me!” she cried out drunk with lust, completely bereft of any dignity as she gave in so utterly. “Good… so good…”
“You sure she’s going to be okay?” asked Korlain with an uncharacteristic expression of worry for their fallen comrade. As much as Whitemane did irk him with her constant bitching, it would be rather unfortunate to lose their healer so early in their adventures. “Sounds like she’ll be switching sides after this.”
Torgus just shook his head as most of his attention was on making sure every inch of his thick cock was getting up inside Vanessa’s tight cunny. “All we gotta do is fuck this slut into submission and there won’t be any side for Sally to switch to. Come on…” he muttered to himself, pushing forward with short and shallow thrusts as more and more of her tight resistance gave way to his throbbing cock. “Get in there…”
It was at that moment that Vanessa came back from her stupor, slowly regaining consciousness just in time to witness the final inches of orc cock claim her deflowered pussy. Her eyes widened with realization as Torgus’s pelvis smacked against hers, and she felt his filthy dick bump up against her deepest spot. Vanessa moaned softly as she hung limply between the two Horde men, their muscled forms easily dwarfing her smaller body. “You monsters will pay for this…” she gasped breathlessly.
Neither of them even bothered to entertain her with a response. With firm determination, Torgus took hold of her wide hips to better hold Vanessa steady and began pumping into her with shallow thrusts. Hoarse moans began to immediately pour out from behind her red Defias mask, and Vanessa’s eyes rolled upward each time his hips smacked against hers, signaling the arrival of every hot inch inside her cunt. Each thrust felt like his cockhead was scrapping against her cervix, scratching an itch deep within her body that Vanessa VanCleef never knew existed. Every nerve in her body felt electrified, and her virgin body had no idea how to cope with this indescribable pleasure. Her slender legs inched higher up Torgus’s body, coiling around him like a snake squeezing tightly for lack of anything else to hold onto. As the horny warrior took her to pound town, Vanessa’s toes curled inside her boots and her taut body shuddered against his.
The soft fleshy sounds of orc cock pounding human pussy gradually became louder and sloppier as her inner walls began moistening with forced arousal. Soon her own slick juices coated the entirety of Torgus’s cock, lubricating his entry and aiding in her own rape. As Vanessa’s cunt grew wetter and looser, his thrusts became longer and faster. Almost as quickly as they began, Torgus was feeding his entire length into her sopping wet pussy, pulling out just enough that only his fat tip was lodged inside before going balls-deep with ease. As he predicted, Vanessa’s slutty pussy had been broken at record speed, now eagerly taking orc dick as easily as a seasoned whore on the streets of Stormwind. But its owner’s mind was still her own. “F-fuck you… ugh, ugh… Horde filth… ahh, ahh… Kill you all…” wheezed Vanessa with each womb-crushing thrust.
If Torgus heard her empty threats at all, he certainly didn’t acknowledge them, far too busy focusing on his own glorious climax as it closed in rapidly. Fucking a virgin was apparently a new experience for the orc warrior, and he wasn’t ready for the encounter to end so quickly. But end it did when finally, with an uncharacteristically strangled cry from his throat, Torgus shunted the full length of his cock up inside the snobby Defias bitch and drowned her pristine womb in its first taste of sticky cum.
At the sensation of being so thoroughly filled, Vanessa tossed her head back and screamed toward the ceiling as the juicy creampie triggered a similar orgasm within her. The rogue’s petite body bucked in-place, still hopelessly sandwiched between the hulking brutes, and she merely whimpered in defeat as her thirsty pussy pulsed and squeezed around Torgus’s cock. The young VanCleef could feel every creamy drop soaking into her unprotected babymaker, and long-forgotten tales about orc/human half-breed bastards floated through her pleasure-addled mind. While the fierce woman was utterly repulsed by the mere thought, her treacherous body rejoiced in the hot, satisfying glow of an attempted impregnation deep between her bare thighs, which were now soiled and sticky with their combined fluids.
A similar cry from across the deck signaled Whitemane’s own orgasm. Korlain looked over just in time to witness Ripsnarl’s bulbous worgen knot pop inside the inquisitor’s poor pussy, the damp lips bulging obscenely around the flesh, as he fucked her prone into the floor. With eyes nearly pure white from rolling back into her skull, the inquisitor panted and gasped as she was pumped full of searing hot spunk in the midst of her own mind-shattered climax. “Oooohh, it’s so thick, so warm! Yes, yes, give me your puppies!” The broken and blissed-out woman’s thick hips bucked and twisted uselessly, so completely pinned to the floor by Ripsnarl’s own body. With no possibility of escape, as if she even wanted to, Whitemane gleefully accepted every drop of hot cum, locked in by the worgen’s knot, as it poured into her womb. She continued to moan her pleasure through the mating process, licking her ruby red lips with a fucked-silly grin as she was held down and filled like a common breeding bitch.
The sight made Korlain’s neglected erection twitch impatiently, and he turned his attention back to the Defias leader to see if his friend was done with her yet. Torgus’s flaccid cock flopped out with ease, leaving Vanessa’s gaping pussy, now a shadow of its former tightness, to leak his thick white seed onto the floor. Her tender lips struggled to snap shut but instead wilted pathetically, leaving whatever cum not cemented within her womb to splatter onto the floor. Vanessa stared dejectedly at her wrecked pussy with dark mascara running down her cheeks like black tears and her short stylish hair disheveled. She sagged weakly in Korlain’s arms like a broken doll, moaning softly as faint tremors of pleasure echoed through her aching body.
“Welp, my job here is done,” said Torgus, his chipper attitude a strong contrast to the defiled Defias in front of him. “I guess I should go check on Whitemane now.”
Korlain nodded. “Yeah, give her my regards,” he said before dropping Vanessa onto the floor like a sack of potatoes. The poor girl landed squarely in the filthy puddle of sex, splattering cum all over her body and further adding to her humiliation. She groaned weakly, too exhausted and mentally beaten to even pick herself up, and simply lay face first on the floor as Korlain undid his pants and knelt behind her.
When Torgus merrily skipped over to Whitemane, he found a sight he did not quite expect. The wrecked healer was still lying face down against the wooden deck, her ass raised high in the air with a creamy load seeping from her freshly-fucked pussy. That sight he did expect, but rather Torgus was perplexed by the missing Admiral Ripsnarl. He spun in-place, scanning the entirety of the deck and even the docks below for any sign of the worgen, but found nothing. No fog, no growling, no nasty wet dog smell. It seemed as though the good admiral, sensing defeat with his boss’ screams and subsequent climax, was content to pump poor Whitemane full of cum and skip out of dodge, leaving the noble inquisitor slumped into the floor and fucked silly with her tongue hanging out like a bitch.
In fact, Whitemane was so out of it that when Torgus leaned down and snapped his fingers in front of her stupidly grinning face, she gave absolutely no response. “Hm, well that’s not good. There’s no way I’m carrying you out of here, Sally, so guess I’ll just have to wake you up the old-fashioned way.”
Back to Korlain, the shaman now had his massive cock out and was idly stroking it as he peered down at Vanessa’s ruined pussy. Though his tauren dick was noticeably larger than the orc’s, he felt pretty confident that Torgus’s handiwork had loosened her up enough and drenched her battered love tunnel in enough cum to make his own entry much more possible. But Korlain had another goal in mind. Firmly grasping Vanessa’s generously wide child-bearing hips and lifting them up to the perfect thrusting angle, Korlain wasted no time in burying his throbbing cock deep inside her cunt. Vanessa gave a strangled cry as the fat cockhead slammed right up against her sore cervix, but Korlain noted with displeasure that a few inches simply wouldn’t fit inside. No matter how hard he tried, the simple laws of physics wouldn’t allow his massive tauren cock entry into her ill-equipped human cunt. “Doesn’t matter,” he said aloud to no one but himself as he gave a few test pumps to thoroughly coat his shaft with enough lubrication. “Won’t be here for long anyways.”
Deep within her dazed mind, Vanessa questioned what exactly he meant by that, but she immediately got her answer when the tauren cock withdrew from her aching pussy and pressed up against her puckered asshole. Sharp realization cut through her hazy stupor, and her eyes widened as she clawed at the deck in a futile effort to crawl away. “No!” pleaded Vanessa. “Anything but that. You’ll split me in two!”
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” grunted Korlain as he pressed forward and watched with great satisfaction as her wrinkled star opened to take his flared tip. Vanessa VanCleef sang with a loud keening wail as her ass was stuffed with inch after agonizing inch of meaty tauren cock. Her entire lower body unconsciously spasmed against him in a desperate effort to buck off the intruder, but with his iron grip on her hips Korlain held her steady as he progressively fed more inches into her anal passage. Just like his orc friend had done with her pussy, he was determined to tame this barely legal ass and give her some payback for such a troublesome dungeon experience. Luckily for him, although quite unfortunate for the wailing Defias girl, her ass proved much more bottomless than her pussy and soon swallowed up every inch of thick tauren cock.
“Ohh… Please, take it out…” begged Vanessa as she lay pinned to the floor, trapped between the wooden deck of her own ship and the hot cock rammed up her ass. She wiggled in-place, testing her freedom of movement to determine if any sort of escape attempt were possible, but finding none she merely dug her nails into the wood and braced herself for the worst. More than the pain, more the imminent harsh thrusts that were soon to follow, the one thing Vanessa feared the most were the faint yet rising tingles of pleasure deep within her bowels. “Take it out!”
Korlain huffed through his nostrils and a wicked smile curled across his lips. “Alright, if that’s what you want.” With agonizing slowness, he withdrew every hard inch of cock from her tight ass, delighting in the way his veiny shaft scraped against her inner walls. And from the quiet moans that Vanessa tried her best to hide, it seemed as though she were enjoying it just as much. Right as his tip was about to pull out completely, Korlain leaned forward and thrust in once more, slapping his hips against her jiggling asscheeks as he bottomed out into her depths. “Oops,” he said with a chuckle, “Looks like I’m back in.”
But Vanessa VanCleef was too busy cumming her brains out to form any sort of coherent response, and instead the only thing to come from her mouth was a string of screaming moans of pleasure. Her entire body twitched like a puppet having all its strings yanked violently as, still fully impaled on his cock, she experienced her first anal climax. Perplexed as all hell, Korlain looked down at her stretched hole and grit his teeth in pain as her anal muscles clenched tightly around his girth. “Thrall’s balls,” Korlain shouted aloud. “This skank just came from a single thrust. We got a real buttslut here.”
“Same here,” said Torgus, snickering as he buried his already-wet orc cock deep inside Whitemane’s gorgeous ass. That single act seemed to do the trick in waking up the dozing healslut as her eyes snapped back into focus and her mouth parted in a cry of lust. Before she knew what was happening, Torgus was already fucking her ass like a pro with long, deep strokes that sent her plump checks rippling hypnotically. “Welcome back to Azeroth, Sally.”
“Ooh, ooh, Torgus! You pervert!” chided Whitemane even as she thrust back to meet each delicious thrust into her backside. “You could have at least asked!” However, Whitemane’s eyelids fluttered as her ass continued to be plundered, and she licked her lips hungrily while bracing herself on both hands and knees. “Mmm, but don’t stop, you big green stud.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!” cheered Torgus, spanking Whitemane’s ass as he rode her into the ground.
Meanwhile, Vanessa was receiving similar treatment, though she was somewhat less coherent about her own ass-fucking. A constant chain of orgasms was dragged out of the helpless Defias rogue as her own latent perverted nature awakened with each thrust of tauren dick. Korlain merely held down the shivering girl as he sought his own pleasure, rutting into her warm bowels with steely purpose. More of her cunt’s juices, mixed with the remnants of Torgus’s seed, lewdly dripped from between her legs and pooled onto the floor as Vanessa panted through the exuberant ride, her face contorted into a mask of pure eye-rolling pleasure. Her arms stretch outward above her head as if her upper body had a mind of its own and was attempting to crawl away even as her lower half earnestly shoved back into each satisfying thrust. Vanessa herself couldn’t make up her mind whether she loved or hated the tauren cock reaming her ass, alternating between strings of curses and cries of encouragement. “Fuck you, big ugly… Ooohhh yes, yes! Take me, use my ass! Ah, ah! You… You… Monster! You animal! Ughh gods, don’t stop, don’t ever stop!”
“Yeah, that’s right. Take it, you slut,” said Korlain as he slapped her ass before wrapping his hands around her waist, his enormous fingers enveloping her so completely that they met over her stomach. He pushed and pulled Vanessa’s small body along his cock like his own personally sex toy. Each time he yanked her down completely onto his dick, Vanessa’s head snapped back and her short, cute bob-style haircut thrashed in the air. “Can’t believe Torgus was right,” grunted Korlain as he visited harsher and rougher thrusts upon her ravaged ass. “You’re all just sluts waiting in your dungeons for the right cock to come along and tame you.”
Vanessa’s eyes were nearly glazed over, her gaze off far in the distance and glassy, but she had just enough presence of mind to respond. “F-fuck yo—Ahh!” Her ineffective threat was cut off by another crippling orgasm, melting the rogue’s mind into lust-addled mush once again. Her mouth dropped open in a wordless moan and spittle dribbled out the corner of her lips. Covered in sweat, cum, and tears, the young VanCleef’s promising career as a criminal mastermind now seemed to be replaced by her new role as a cum-dumpster. The Westfall authorities certainly wanted her turned in alive, but they didn’t say anything about not breaking her into a slobbering cock-addicted slut. Not that they would mind once they got their hands on her and were able to reap the benefits too.
By now all feeling had left Vanessa’s lower half and everything from her stomach down to her thighs had become numb from the pleasure overloading her nerves, and so she barely even noticed when finally her ass was steadily pumped full with thick tauren semen. It wasn’t until the sticky mess started running down her leg, having completely flooded her bowels and overflowed out of her battered asshole, that Vanessa realized the tauren shaman was cumming. Korlain threw his head back and let loose a telltale bellow as he filled his Defias cock-holster to the brim.
“What the fuck, pal!” shouted Torgus across the deck, still balls-deep inside a happy Whitemane. “You were supposed to tell me when you were close so we could finish off these sluts together!”
“How the hell was I supposed to know that?” growled Korlain even as his cock continued to spew globs of spunk up Vanessa’s saturated ass.
“This was supposed to be a special moment, our first successful dungeon run as a team! Alright forget it, we’ll do plan B. Let’s give ‘em a sticky shower together. For the Horde!”
Korlain didn’t quite see the point in this teamwork exercise, but he wasn’t about to say no to further humiliating the human thief. After pulling out his flagging cock, he flipped Vanessa onto her back before angling his cock to point down at the prone girl. Torgus did the same, though Whitemane protested for a brief second when her ass was no longer stuffed with cock but squealed with joy when she was roughly turned over and positioned for her salty treat. The orc warrior closed his eyes and thought of Durotar as he stroked himself to a quick finish.
Whitemane, well trained by this point, opened her mouth as wide as possible to better catch the tasty droplets of cum on her outstretched tongue as it rained upon her. Vanessa, on the other hand, merely laid there with a stupefied expression on her face, still recovering from the rigorous ass-fucking and mind-blowing orgasms, as her face was splattered with tauren seed. Had she the strength and consciousness to do so, she surely would have scampered out from under the shower, but instead she had to take the rest of Korlain’s hot load onto her perky body. As the tauren reached into his backpack to fish out the binding ropes they brought along for her capture, Vanessa VanCleef wondered how many more sticky facials and creampies awaited her in captivity.
“Haah, ahh, oohhh! Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Oohhhhh by the Liiiiight!”
It was just a normal day in Azeroth for the traveling trio, which for Sally Whitemane meant lying on her back and taking dick from one of her two Horde companions. Presently it was Torgus who was busy feeding his meaty prick into the healer’s drooling snatch as her bare feet bounced against his broad shoulders. The horny orc was driving downward so deeply into the inquisitor that she felt the air knocked out of her lungs each time he bottomed out against her pussy walls. However, that didn’t stop her from screaming in maddening pleasure toward their tent’s roof. Her sopping wet cunt made obscene squelching noises each time Torgus hilted himself inside, mostly due to the generous load Korlain had shot inside just moments ago. The tauren himself was lounging nearby on a circle of cushions, as naked as his two copulating companions while he gently fondled his rapidly hardening dick still slick from the juices of Whitemane’s quim. He watched them with an envious eye, and the thought of having another go at the human girl when Torgus was finished weighed heavily on his mind.
Since leaving the Deadmines behind, the unconventional team had been restless in seeking out their next adventure. When they heard about the Argent Crusade’s efforts in the north, they were reluctant to go so far out of their way to visit the frozen wasteland. Although Sally, a fervent believer in destroying undead whenever she could, strongly advocated for the trek northward, neither Torgus nor Korlain were particularly fond of being so far from civilization. But soon enough the incentives offered by the Argents managed to outweigh their common sense, and they couldn’t resist the call. Although they now found themselves in a strange and foreign land, they consoled themselves by falling back on comfortable and familiar habits. Specifically ones that involved fucking Whitemane into a sloppy, fuck-drunk mess until their balls were empty. Unfortunately for the peace and quiet of the Argent campground, the two well-hung Horde males didn’t tire easily.
Outside of their tent, the dead air of Icecrown carried the inquisitor’s orgasmic cries and filthy cursing far across the many other tents littering the Argent Tournament’s camping grounds. People from all over Azeroth had traveled here to prove their worth and join the fight against the Scourge, and thus the Argent Crusade had set aside this small parcel of land for adventurers to make themselves at home. It had become somewhat of a communal place with a public bath, dining area, and even a small gaming area for those looking for something to do other than tournament’s more dangerous activities. And despite being located smack dab in the middle of hostile territory, regular patrols by Argent guards made the grounds relatively safe from any wandering Scourge. Safe enough at least for the pair of horny Horde boys to strip down at night and ensure Whitemane didn’t forget her place as the team’s healslut.
Not that Whitemane minded her role one bit if the constantly squealing from her open mouth was any indication. “C-cumming, I’m cumming!” Whitemane’s arms flailed about in a desperate search for something, anything to grab onto as she spiraled headlong into her next orgasm. She found two throw pillows and immediately pressed them over her head in a useless attempt to muffle her moans. “Your fat filthy orc cock is making me CUM!” With eyes rolled back into her skull and tongue hanging out like a depraved slut, Whitemane creamed herself all over Torgus’s green dick in an explosive climax just as Torgus reached his own peak and decorated her well-worn love tunnel in another helping of jizz. Her petite pussy couldn’t hope to contain both his fresh creampie and the one from Korlain still caking her inner walls, and so most of the thick goop spurted out and dribbled down the crack of her ass as Torgus continued to pound her cunt into a frothy, bubbling mess. Whitemane’s long, silky smooth legs shuddered and quaked on his shoulders as if in a fitful seizure as Torgus, going purely on instinct, continued to pound her pussy into oblivion. She was shown absolutely no mercy through her mind-blanking orgasm.
When he had at last finished depositing every creamy drop within his healslut’s pussy – or rather that which didn’t dribble out all over her spectacular booty – Torgus pulled his drenched cock free of her gripping snatch, which was very reluctant to let go him go with how tightly her puffy lips clung to his shaft. The orc wiped his dick across her soft inner thighs to clean himself before retreating to his own bed of cushions, leaving Whitemane to simply lay there with legs spread like a used-up hooker. The entire lower half of her body was a messy warzone of cum and sweat, and her bountiful chest rose and fell laboriously as she struggled come down from that delirious high which only a well-hung stud could give her. However, a long respite was not meant to be as Korlain made his move and settled himself once more between her legs, lifting them up similarly onto his shoulders before shunting his giant bull cock into her twat with zero fanfare.
Whitemane’s eyes nearly bugged out her head as her tender pussy was treated to another round of harsh pounding so soon after cumming. “Again?! Can’t you wait just five minutes for me to recuperate?” The swollen lips of her cunt, practically glowing red from friction, looked impossibly stretched to their furthest limits around his meaty girth, but thankfully she was sufficiently lubricated by two generous loads. Whitemane grit her teeth and glared up at the tauren in a fit of smoldering fury even as pained grunts and the hint of a moan left her throat. “You are – ohh! – an absolute brute!”
“Never been a problem for you before,” said Korlain nonchalantly, not missing a single beat of steadily pounding the tight pussy wrapped around his throbbing prick. “You’re not starting to wear out on us, are you?”
Her response was a derisive roll of her eyes, followed by a backward roll of pleasure as Korlain’s cockhead kissed her cervix. “Of c-course not! But you two have never been so – huff, ahhh! – so relentless before.”
Torgus shrugged from his spot across the tent. “Not like there’s much else to do in this frozen wasteland. Besides, I’m freezing my nuts off, and there’s no better way to keep warm than by emptying them inside you.”
Whitemane was somewhat surprised by that line of thinking coming from Torgus of all people, whose usual solutions to a problem involved hitting it with a sword – and if that didn’t work, use a bigger sword. Of course even a simpleton knew rigorous physical activity was an excellent way of generating heat, but that didn’t mean she had to pay for it with her body. “Then why don’t you two try fucking each other and give me a break for once!”
Korlain huffed at that suggestion and responded by slamming his massive shaft so deep that his balls slapped her jiggling booty. Whitemane threw her head back and squealed at the sensation of being so utterly filled with cock. “What a dumb idea. I honestly expected better out of you, Sally. The only stupid you’re allowed to be is fucked-stupid.”
She definitely couldn’t argue with that. Despite having fallen from grace as High Inquisitor of the Scarlet Crusade and becoming fuck buddies to two Horde brutes, she still considered herself the most intelligent and capable of their group. And as much as she might bemoan her lot to their faces, she truly did love being their always-ready fucktoy, wet and primed at all times to take their worst. Some days it was a struggle not to stop on the side of a road during their journeys, bend over with her panties pushed aside, and beg them to fuck her brains out on the spot. After all, she still liked to think she had a little bit of pride left. Thankfully for Whitemane she hadn’t been desperate enough to degrade herself just yet as both Torgus and Korlain were constantly on the lookout for any break in the action, any opportunity to bury their cocks in her holes. Mouth, pussy, ass, it didn’t matter to them, and with Whitemane’s awakened libido it certainly didn’t matter to her either. She got what she needed, and for now they adequately satisfied her appetite on the regular.
Unsatisfied with the current position, Korlain pushed Whitemane’s legs further up until she was bent nearly in half so that he could thrust downward more deeply and let gravity do most of the work. Whitemane screeched like a banshee and stars exploded across her vision as the tauren’s mighty cock smashed against her womb and threatened to pop through it like a cheap condom. It hurt, but pain was nearly indistinguishable from pleasure to the perverse inquisitor. Whitemane loved it. She loved having her pussy treated like a punching bag for their cocks, battered again and again until she couldn’t walk straight. Tears of both anguish and ecstasy rolled down Whitemane’s cheeks as her tiny body was crushed under the weight of her tauren lover, and a new fit of pleas flew from her mouth. “Yes! Ruin me!”
Korlain for his part gladly gave the healslut what she wanted with each heavy thrust into her broken cunt. Her tender walls gave away easily to the unstoppable force of his iron prick, morphing into the ideal home for the ridiculously huge tauren cock. From such a gentle giant, Korlain took rather uncharacteristic delight in breaking the human priestess’ body, going against his typically passive tauren nature to pound a mewling slut into the floor. In the back of his mind, Korlain knew that Whitemane’s healing magics were strong enough to repair any damage he might do, as well as prevent any unwanted half-breed pregnancies. But that didn’t stop either of the Horde warriors from absolutely destroying her pussy every night on a level that hadn’t been seen since the original Horde raided Alliance villages during the First and Second War. As a lifelong dominatrix, The Scarlet healer took surprisingly well to this new submissive role that finally allowed her to indulge in the forbidden fantasy of being a captured human trophy, forced to endure brutal rape night after night at the hands of her Horde masters. Whitemane didn’t simply want to get fucked; she wanted to be used.
Which probably explains why Whitemane had been especially insatiable since the party’s victory in the Deadmines. After recovering from Ripsnarl’s assault, Whitemane had watched with mute fascination and curiosity as her two companions double-teamed and fucked the poor Van Cleef girl well into the night. It was an incredible sight, one she had been on the receiving end plenty times before but had never seen from an outside perspective, and Whitemane’s neglected cunt had gotten so drenched that it took every ounce of willpower not to beg them to ravage her the same. She almost wished they had kept that trollop Vanessa after capturing her just so the two brutes had another ripe female to fuck and abuse. But no, they needed the reward too badly to fund more of their travels, and so they had turned her over to the Stormwind authorities and went about their way. Perhaps it was for the best as Whitemane herself wasn’t entirely sure if she could handle the jealousy of sharing her boytoys with another woman, and as Korlain’s dick smashed against her womb and pumped it full of another plentiful helping of tauren cream, she was reminded exactly why she had become so possessive of her companions. More slutty cries rang out into the cold night as another orgasm shook her pale white body.
Like clockwise, the two companions swapped places with Torgus shuffling over and rolling Whitemane onto her stomach. The sapped healer protested weakly with a groan yet did nothing else to stop him as she was pulled up onto her hands and knees. Torgus reached down with his thumbs and spread her pussy lips wide apart. A steady stream of lumpy white cum drizzled from her puffy slit and stained the rug below. Seeking a change of pace, the orc angled his cockhead upward and pressed it against Whitemane’s fresh asshole. “Time for a change of pace. Buckle up, Sally!” he said before shoving forward. Another piercing scream of utter bliss filled the night sky.
Nearly an hour of rigorous and very loud fornication later and Whitemane’s thighs and crotch burned from exhaustion. As much as she wanted to just lie on the pillows and bask in the warm aftermath of her many orgasms, she couldn’t ignore the aching of her muscles nor the sticky love-juices that coated her from stomach to toes. All that combined with the thin layer of sweat on her flawless skin was a clear sign to Whitemane that she sorely needed a very thorough scrub-down. “I suppose I ought to go get myself cleaned up at the bath,” said Whitemane as she sat up and got ready to go outside, suddenly very thankful neither of them thought to cum on her face. “Are you two coming along?”
“Why?” asked Torgus with a cheeky grin and an insistent finger pointing toward his messy crotch. His towering pillar of flesh was coated with white streaks of his cum mingling with her own quim’s arousal. “That’s what we have you for!”
Whitemane rolled her eyes at his crassness, yet she shuffled forward on her hands and knees all the same. Her head fell into the orc’s lap and gently she began to lick and suck at his penis like a cat with a bowl of milk. The tangy and pungent taste of her own pussy flowed through her nose and across her taste buds, yet she found the sensation pleasant enough to not balk at her task. Dutifully she cleaned Torgus’s cock with her tongue and mouth, carefully caressing every curve of his mighty shaft with overdue affection. Torgus gently placed a hand atop her head when it ducked low to suckle upon his drained balls, and he petted her white hair like one would a pet. When his cock and balls were at last cleaned of every trace of their sinful deeds, Whitemane came up to find Korlain similarly awaiting such pampering. Without a hint of reluctance, she crawled forward and did the same for his large bull cock. Just like with Torgus, the satisfied and grateful healslut couldn’t help herself from lavishing praise and appreciation upon his half-erect member, planting soft kisses over every inch as she lapped up the rapidly-drying cum.
“Damn,” groaned Korlain as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat when he felt her lips wrap around his engorged cockhead and give a quick suck. “Go easy, Sally! That’s still a bit tender.”
“Oh?” she asked with a smirk. “Looks like you’re the one having trouble keeping up now. Whatever happened to that enthusiasm you showed earlier?”
“It’s there but…” Korlain hissed in half-pain, half-pleasure when Whitemane pumped his shaft at the same time she planted a firm kiss upon the tip. “You’re damn lucky I’m completely bone-dry or else you’d find that cock down your throat.”
“Promises, promises,” replied Whitemane coyly as she continued playing with him.
“She’s good, ain’t she?” said Torgus as he watched with amusement. “Sally’s the best cocksucker in all of Azeroth I bet!”
Whitemane sneered at him. As much as she loved actually performing the deed, she wasn’t quite willing to let either of them get away with calling her such crude names. “That’s hardly my fault. Maybe if you two weren’t practically tripping over yourselves 24/7 to get inside my mouth, I wouldn’t be so well-trained,” she said with a slight blush in her cheeks.
Torgus shrugged. “Practice makes perfect. Like I always say, your talents were wasted inside that monastery. You’re pretty lucky we found you and helped discover your true calling!”
Whitemane wanted to say something bitter in rebuttal, but she thought better of it and instead busied her mouth by putting it back around Korlain’s dick. Besides, she had accepted by now that he was right. Life within the Scarlet Crusade was certainly gratifying, full of purpose and meaning, but she found her new life as the traveling companion to her well-hung friends far more rewarding. Unlike them, Whitemane didn’t care so much about loot or gold. Instead, she claimed her rewards every night when they pounded her into the mattress. Just the thought alone caused her sore cunt to moisten once more as she suckled on tauren cock. Though her pussy ached from a night of abuse, she wouldn’t object to being roughly pinned down for another round or two or three. But as much as Whitemane would love to fuck the night away until morning light, she was still a proper lady who highly valued her cleanliness. And so with a farewell kiss on Korlain’s tip, she stood up and got ready to leave.
Sally Whitemane finally emerged from their tent several minutes later with a scarlet robe wrapped around her body and a towel over her shoulder. Despite the very obvious limp in her gait, she made her way through the forest of tents that littered the camping grounds. A few heads poked out from several flaps to glare at the passing hussy, silently judging her for keeping them awake with her shameful proclivities. However Whitemane barely noticed them, or rather chose not to acknowledge their judgmental glares, and kept her head held high even as a noticeable trickle of cum ran down her inner thigh. The cool night air against her burning sex felt good and did much to soothe the soreness of a marathon of debauchery, and she suspected the hot baths graciously provided by the Argents would do wonders.
The high walls of the communal baths towered over most of the tents in the campground. Largely meant for privacy, although they also helped in keeping the heat inside, the walls also separated the baths for the men from the women’s side. Whitemane stepped through the outer door and into a small preparation room where she disrobed and walked out into the baths proper with the scarlet red towel wrapped around her body. No doubt if the baths weren’t completely empty she’d have drawn plenty of stares from the way the far-too-short towel barely held in her generous breasts. But as it were, Whitemane was pleasantly surprised to find she had the baths all to herself. She didn’t need people whispering behind her back about her cum-soaked thighs.
The scarlet healer dropped her towel at the edge of the pool and lowered herself into the soothing waters. The steam wafted up her legs and tickled her nether regions, but it was nothing compared to the exhilarating rush she got when her sore and puffy lips touched the water’s hot surface. Whitemane sighed in relief as she took a seat, the water rising just to the top of her breasts. The sticky mess of cum separated and lifted off her submerged skin before dissipating into the hot water.
For several long minutes she rested against the edge of the hot spring, content to simply soak, relax, and let all her cares melt away. The healer had nearly dozed off when the abrupt sound of the someone entering the bath made her eyes snap open. Whitemane looked toward the door accusingly at whoever dared to disturb her solitude, and she was even more incensed to see a far-too-familiar face. With a long mane of marigold hair and robed in the silver and gold colors of her faction, Argent Confessor Paletress looked in Whitemane’s direction with a conceited smile before flipping her hair over her shoulder and turning away. Whitemane fixed her with a piercing glare and followed Paletress’s every step as she made her way to the opposite end of the bath. The confessor, an equally accomplished priestess in her own right, was dressed much more conservatively with a fluffy robe that covered her modesty from neck to ankle. When she lowered herself into the waters, Paletress took every effort to ensure her dignity was protected from prying eyes, keeping the robe precariously just above the water and tossing it away only once she was submerged.
Whitemane scoffed under her breath. The Scarlet Crusade had many longstanding rivalries with other orders that worshiped the Holy Light, but the Argent Confessor and High Inquisitor were particularly disdainful of each other. Whitemane despised the uppity Argent bitch who always put on airs and acted like she was better than her every time they crossed paths. The initial playful barbs at their first meeting soon carried real venom and animosity behind them. No doubt news about the collapse of the Scarlet Monastery had reached the frozen north by now and Paletress was eager to rub the shame of defeat in her face. If the confessor had managed to also catch any wind of her partnership with the unsavory Horde duo, Whitemane knew for sure Paletress wouldn’t hesitate to use that as ammunition as well.
“I’m surprised to see you here,” said Paletress at last with a slight lilt to her melody voice as she hand-scooped water onto her upper arms. “I didn’t think you’d ever pry yourself away from your tent. Or manage to walk away under your own strength,” she added with a knowing smirk.
That cemented it: she knew. Whitemane grit her teeth and glared daggers at the priestess. “And I’m surprised you managed to come down from your high castle to mingle with the commoners.”
“One must show good faith toward the common folk if we are to secure our victory against the Scourge,” Paletress said with a sigh. “It is necessary that we sit with them, dine with them and… Well, I suppose in your case even lay with them.”
Whitemane’s cheek burned red at her words. “I’m sure you know that better than either of us.”
“Oh, of course not!” Paletress shook her head in mock pity. “You know as well as I do that the Light rewards those who remain virtuous and pure, giving themselves only to the brilliance of its blessing. It’s truly a shame that some of us waver in our devotion to the Light, but I suppose the call of carnal sin is too strong for weaker minds to resist.”
The anger rose higher within Whitemane, but deep down in her heart she knew Paletress was full of shit. The inquisitor may have fallen from grace with the Scarlets and allowed herself to become a plaything for her two lovers, but she knew the Light still answered her call as strongly as the day she took up the cause. In the first few days after her defeat in the monastery, it’s true Whitemane had doubted herself and questioned whether she still deserved the Light’s grace. But in time she realized her powers had not left her and perhaps may have even grown stronger in her newfound purpose. Whitemane still yearned to cleanse this world of the undead and other impure filth, but now she did it out of a desire to protect Torgus and Korlain rather than mindless vengeance as she had in Tirisfal.
“You’re wrong. The Light does not work that way. It shines upon all those who believe in its awesome power, who believe in the righteousness of their cause. But then again you’ve always been a poor student,” said Whitemane, unable to resist another shot.
Paletress sighed with exasperation. “I’m sure you have many funny notions about the Light floating around in your empty head. It’s really such a shame. Maybe I never showed it very well, but I used to respect you, Sally. We may have disagreed, but you were always such an intelligent woman, learned and knowledgeable in the teachings of the church.” A sneer pulled at the corner of Paletress’s lips. “But now all that wisdom has evaporated from your head and in its place exists only sin and vice. You’ve become the lowest of the low. A cavorter with heathens, a walking display of everything the Light stands against. You’ve become a…” Paletress spit out the word with absolute venom, “slut.”
If Whitemane hadn’t already consider herself a slut in her heart of hearts and fully embraced her role as an orc and tauren cumdump, she would have been offended enough to lunge across the bath and wring Paletress’s scrawny neck. Instead, the inquisitor lifted her chin and stared down the bridge of her nose at the haughty priestess. “Maybe so, but at least I have no misgivings about what I am. I’d rather be a slut than live in constant denial of who I am. It’s you who deserves the pity here, to be so utterly oblivious to what you truly are: a stuck-up, ignorant bitch.”
“Such a shame. These waters are tainted, and I no longer wish to sully myself.” Paletress rose from her seat, quickly grabbing the nearby robe to cover her modest breasts. The wet smacking of her bare feet against the stone floor echoed across the bath as the confessor took her leave, pausing briefly at the door to look back at Whitemane. “Be sure to wash out your mouth before you leave, Sally.”
With Paletress gone, Whitemane had no further reason to contain her temper for keeping up appearances. With a piercing howl of fury, she slapped the surface of the water, splashing a deluge of rainfall on her snow-white head. Her hands balled into fists and huffed at no one but herself. Every inch of Whitemane’s pale skin was blushing red not from the hot spring waters but from the rage that simmered within. She could accept being a slut, but she would not accept that snobby Argent cunt thinking she was better than her. If she was going to stay here any longer, something had to be done to topple Paletress’s towering smugness lest it shadow her for the entire length of their entire stay.
But as her temper cooled and a single insidious plan grew within Whitemane’s scheming mind, she once more reclined back against the pool’s edge with a serene smile. The Argent Tournament would begin tomorrow, and with any luck Whitemane would soon have the opportunity to show Paletress just how much of a slut she really was.
“Alright, alright, alright! I am pumped, I am ready, let’s do this!” Torgus clanged his axe against shield as he hopped nervously in-place, the obvious jitteriness betraying his words of confidence.
Korlain didn’t buy it for a second. “You feeling okay there, friend?”
“Oh yeah, sure! It’s nothing, don’t worry about me!” The heavily armored orc, clad head to toe in his plate gear, stared straight ahead at the sealed gate that in just a few moments would be opening to allow them into the Argent arena to face their first opponent. “It’s just… Ya know, I’ve never really performed in front of a crowd.”
“Perform? You make it sound like you’re about to give a dance recital.”
“Hey, war is art!” protested Torgus, shooting his tauren friend a nasty glare. “I just don’t like being watched, okay?”
Whitemane stood by silently as her teammates traded back and forth. She was thinking ahead to the coming battle and how much she was going to enjoy putting Paletress in her place. Any other combatant in her shoes would have no idea what opponent awaited them in the arena due to the randomized tournament bracket, but the inquisitor took the necessary steps to ensure their first match would be the only one that mattered to her. As it turns out, someone could open a lot of doors and gain access to restricted areas with the right amount of persuasion, and for Whitemane and her new talents that usually meant getting on her knees or spreading her legs. A blowjob here, an against-the-wall pounding there, and the conniving healer was able to reach the tournament registry to rig the match-ups in her favor.
And her companions were none the wiser to her scheme. Korlain and Torgus were only interested in testing their might for prize money and acclaim, no matter who their opponents were. But for Whitemane this was personal. She couldn’t risk either herself or Paletress getting knocked out of the tournament before they faced off against one another, and getting their match out of the way early on would put Whitemane in a good mood for the rest of the tournament. Especially since she knew there was no possibility of Paletress coming out of their encounter the victor.
“Are you prepared, Sally?” asked Korlain. The giant tauren practically towered over the woman, but he looked down at her with a rare hint of concern in his expression.
Whitemane responded with her usual sneer. “Of course I am. Unlike you two single-minded brutes, I’ve been trained to thrive in any situation by the Scarlet Crusade’s finest instructors. I’m more than capable of handling whatever lies behind that gate.” Her ruby red lips curled upward into a wicked smirk. “It’s you two who should be concerned, but don’t worry your pretty heads. I’ll be sure to keep you both standing.”
“That’s the spirit!” cheered Torgus enthusiastically, though Korlain seemed somewhat put off in his genuine interest toward Whitemane’s well-being rebuffed by her acerbic attitude. “We’re the three amigos! My strength, Korlain’s wisdom, and Sally’s spells! There’s no way anyone can… can…” Torgus suddenly turned more green than usual and ran to the corner of their ready room. His two companions flinched with queasy grimaces as the orc emptied his stomach’s contents in a bout of intense nervousness. “S-sorry! I swear this never happens!”
“Don’t fret over a little performance anxiety,” said Whitemane with her typical confident composure returning quickly. “I’m used to carrying you on my back to victory anyways.”
Normally Torgus would make some crude sexual joke or comment as a response, but instead the embarrassed orc simply nodded in acknowledgement. “Yeah, sounds good.”
The sound of a blaring war horn resounded throughout the tournament grounds, and the iron gate in front of them unlatched with a clacking snap. As the door slowly drifted open, the trio got a clear look into the circular arena that awaited their entry and the boisterous crowd sitting high in the stands that cheered them on. “Here come the next challengers!” announced a man’s voice from high above. “Hailing from…” The voice continued to drone on as it introduced the trio, but they were too busy anticipating their opponent’s entrance to pay him any mind.
On the opposite end of the stage, an identical gate cracked wide open and from it emerged the familiar sight of Paletress. As she sauntered out into the open, Whitemane fixed her with a stare of raw, seething hatred. “And on the defending side is our very own Argent Confessor Paletress!” The crowd cheered loudly in favor of the dainty priestess, who looked so angelic clad in silvery Argent white and seemingly up against impossible odds in a three-on-one battle. “Combatants, you may begin!”
Torgus immediately raised his shield in a defensive stance rather than charge straight toward the defenseless human. The orc may have been a thick-headed fool off the battlefield, but he had more than enough combat experience to recognize a deceptive situation when he saw one. A lone spellcaster facing off against three battle-hardened opponents definitely set off every alarm in his head. “Alright, what’s her deal?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” replied Korlain. “But it has to be some sort of trick. She wouldn’t walk out here to face us alone without a plan.”
But Whitemane knew Paletress well enough to fully understand her battle strategy. “She’s going to summon the rest of her team.”
“What, you mean like a warlock? She’s too pretty to be a warlock,” mused Torgus, his head tilting to the side.
“No,” said Whitemane, shaking her head. “More like memory fragments. She’ll try to use our own past against us, so be ready for anything.”
Korlain raised his weaponry, firmly gripping their hilts in stern preparation. “Trickery and deception.”
Sure enough, Paletress raised both her arms skyward and began chanting a litany of prayers. The words flowed from her lips like a harmonious melody, soothing the souls of all living beings that could hear her above the clamor of the spectators. Before their very eyes, a wispy figure began to materialize out of thin air, its crude shape solidifying into reality. The entire crowd gasped in unison at the sight of a muscular, towering image of a helmeted warrior with a single pauldron adorning his right shoulder.
“What the hell?! Is that… Herod?” asked Whitemane in shock, her jaw practically dropping to the floor at the ghostly sight of her former Scarlet comrade.
Torgus scratched his head, dumbfounded over their healer’s reaction. “Who dat?”
“That’s Champion Herod, you dolt,” said Korlain quietly. “We fought him in the Scarlet Monastery the same day we met Whitemane, remember? He fell in battle.”
“Oh right,” said Torgus with a sheepish grin. “Our bad.”
Whitemane shook her head to clear any doubt or hesitation the sight of her former comrade planted in her mind. “Don’t be. Herod was a faithful servant of our cause and a good… friend. But he gave his life fighting for what he believed in, and it was as good a death as we could all hope to achieve.” She raised her gleaming staff and pointed it menacingly toward Paletress. “And his image doesn’t deserve to be perverted in such a profane manner!”
“It’s only a mindless conjuration,” said Paletress with a haughty smirk, no doubt pleased with the way her illusion rankled Whitemane just as she had hoped. “Rest assured, my magic has nothing to do with disturbing your champion’s soul, no matter which hell it resides in for defying the Light’s true will.”
Even though she had left the Scarlets behind and move on with her life, Whitemane wasn’t about to let Paletress of all people to besmirch their name. “Even the lowest of Scarlet squires had more honor in his pinkie than you do in your entire body!” The snowy-haired healer turned toward her two companions with fury in her eyes, though thankfully not directed at them. “You deal with that abomination. I know you’re both more than up to the task.” Inquisitor Whitemane turned her burning gaze back upon Paletress. “The bitch is mine alone.”
“Uh, you sure about that, Sally? I mean maybe the three of us ought to stick toge—.”
Korlain held up a hand to cut off his orcish friend. “Trust me, Torgus. We don’t want to get between Whitemane and her prey right now.” Brandishing his two maces, one in each hand, the tauren shaman lowered his head and prepared to charge at the ersatz Herod. “Light be with you, Inquisitor,” he said to her, and then he and Torgus threw themselves into the fray.
Whitemane smiled as she watched her boys charge off into battle. For all the headaches they caused, even she had to admit their courage and willingness to fight on her behalf sparked a sense of pride. Never in her life did Whitemane think she’d be so appreciative of an orc and tauren mongrel, but right now they were her heroes. ‘Oh yes… They’ve definitely earned themselves some anal later night,’ she thought wickedly. But Whitemane quickly brought her thoughts back to the present situation and the Argent skank that needed to be taught a lesson.
As Torgus and Korlain clashed with the hulking replica (right down to his lack of shirt) of Champion Herod, Inquisitor Whitemane circled around the trio and made a beeline for Paletress in the backline. The Argent priestess, completely unprepared for such an unorthodox tactic of being charged by an angry healer, stumbled backward several steps in surprise yet managed to raise her staff just in time to block Whitemane’s own as it swung down upon her head. The sharp thock of their wooden staves clashing reverberated throughout the arena, and a rancorous cheer rose from the crowd at seeing the two casters engage in a one-on-one brawl.
“What are you, insane?!” screeched Paletress as her thin arms struggled to hold back Whitemane’s strike. “Get back to your team! This isn’t how we’re supposed—!”
“Screw tradition,” growled Whitemane. “And screw you! No more games, no more soldiers fighting our battles for us. Just you and me, right here, right now.” The inquisitor reared back and swung her staff low to strike Paletress’s legs, but the blonde healer managed to deflect the blow just in time with her own weapon. “How about it? Think you’ve got it in you to fight your own battles for once?”
“Fuck off!” screamed Paletress, dropping all decorum as she fell back a few more steps under Whitemane’s tireless assault. Already she was starting to get flustered from the sudden attack, and she suddenly found herself on the backfoot both in terms of defending herself and trying to think of more clever repartees. “You’re such a… a… bitch!” she screeched while fending off another strike from above. “You can’t even lose gracefully without cheating!”
Whitemane knew she was just trying to break her concentration, and so the inquisitor kept pressing forward relentlessly, never once giving Paletress a moment to gather herself and reverse the momentum. “One thing you never understood, Paletress… Just because someone does something you don’t agree with doesn’t mean it’s cheating! I’ve had to adapt to survive, to think outside everything I thought to be good and virtuous, and it’s made me stronger.” Whitemane spun, an impressive feat in her high heels, and connected with a heavy strike. Though Paletress blocked it all the same, the weight knocked her staff aside and left the priestess wide open. “And you… You’ve only stagnated!”
A follow-up jab directly into her midsection knocked all the wind out of Paletress’s lungs, and she immediately collapse onto the arena floor in a squirming heap. Whitemane was upon her in an instant, straddling the prone girl to keep her down for good. With a triumphant cry of both victory and rage, the inquisitor tossed her staff aside and began raining open-palmed slaps down upon her rival. Paletress, still struggling to regain her composure, flailed upward in self-defense. As both healers were totally unaccustomed to unarmed combat, their strikes against one another were largely ineffective and succeeded only in slapping aside each other’s hands.
“You know what your problem is? You’ve always been so stuck-up and straight-laced.” A devious grin tugged at the corners of Whitemane’s mouth as her hands slithered past Paletress’s and grabbed hold of the collar under her neck. “You really ought to learn how to… Let loose!”
The loud ripping of fabric filled the arena, even prompting a curious glance in their direction from Torgus before he ducked defensively behind his shield to block another swing from his foe. The top of Paletress’s leotard came undone like tissue paper. Though the Argent tabard covering her body proved to be made of sterner material, it was easy enough to remove entirely and toss aside so that Whitemane could continue to shred the much thinner bodysuit underneath. The straw-haired priestess’s eyes widened in horror as her pale white breasts were suddenly exposed to the chilly Northrend air, and Whitemane cackled smugly. “No bra? Perhaps I was wrong! You seem to be even more of a slut than I thought!”
“Noooo!” wailed the half-naked Argent healer as more and more of her silvery dress was torn away. Her smooth, flat belly came within view of the spectating audience, and soon after that the wispy blonde tufts of hair just above her crotch peeked out from behind the ruined fabric. “Stop! Please!”
“And why would I do that?” asked Whitemane. “I’m only helping you discover your true self, that slut hidden deep within that you’ve denied your whole life.” She tugged at the fabric covering Paletress’s crotch, pulling the stretchy material upward until it dug into her folds and made the very obvious outline of an embarrassing cameltoe. But it wouldn’t last very long. “You’ll thank me when this is over.” And with that, the former Scarlet leader pulled hard until the leotard snapped under the pressure and finally revealed her bare pussy in all its glory.
The first thing Paletress felt was the icy cold air of Northrend upon her nether regions, followed closely by the stinging heat of humiliation. Both sensations made her want to cover up immediately, but Whitemane was still sitting on her in such a way that made it impossible to do so. The Argent priestess’s legs flailed out as she attempted to throw the wicked woman off her, but it felt as all the strength was being sapped from her body by the numbing cold. Shivering slightly with teeth chattering, Paletress glared up at her. “Y-you s-s-skank!”
“Aw, what’s the matter? You’ve always been such a frigid bitch; I’m surprised you aren’t tolerating the cold very well.” Whitemane smirked down at the pinned Paletress as she slowly removed the clawed gloves from her hands. “Let’s see if we can’t warm you up a bit.” And with that, her fingers immediately went for the exposed pair of teardrop breasts and pinched hard around the nipples.
Paletress jolted at the harshness, her back arching up off the floor. “Ow! What in all that is holy are you d-doing?!”
“Shush,” said Whitemane as she rolled the stiff nubs between her thumbs and forefingers. “You’ll ruin the mood.” The inquisitor made a show of playing with Paletress’s breasts. Though large and more than a handful in their own right, Whitemane was more than pleased to know they didn’t compare to her own set. But they were pleasant to touch all the same, and thus the former Scarlet let go of the nipples just to smash those lovely breasts together. The pliant tits morphed and molded around each other, the flesh jiggling wildly as it was pushed and pulled for her amusement. Never before had Whitemane ever played with another pair that wasn’t her own, and she was finding the experience quite enjoyable. ‘Now I see why Torgus is so obsessed with them.’
All the while Paletress tossed her head back and forth in denial, moaning furiously at the continued violation. “Ohhh, you wicked, wicked slut! You’ll p-pay for this sin!”
Whitemane clicked her tongue and tutted at the obstinate healer. “My, you certainly are an ungrateful one. Let’s see if we can’t shut you up for a bit.” The temptation was too much for Whitemane to bear, and so she leaned in and captured Paletress’s trembling lips with her own. The Argent healer’s eyes snapped wide open and she gave a muffled yell into the inquisitor’s mouth, yet she could do nothing to stop her. Yet for Whitemane, who had spent the last few weeks sinking further and further into the pleasures of the flesh, saw her first lesbian kiss as just another step along the path she already started. Sharing a first with such an uptight prude like Paletress only made the experience all the more sweeter.
The crowd cheered, having long forgotten the main event of Torgus and Korlain versus the muscle-bound illusion, as the two women mad out furiously on the arena floor. Rather to be more accurate, one of them went at the other with gusto while the other simply lay there and let it happen. Whitemane barely even allowed herself time to breathe as she attacked Paletress’s mouth with a hungry fever that made her lips somehow all the more captivating with each passing second. The thrill of victory combined with her own insatiable libido was proving to be a powerful aphrodisiac for the inquisitor, and with both her fuck buddies currently occupied with combat that left only the warm body pinned beneath her to satisfying that undeniable craving.
Paletress’s soft protests gradually melted away into quiet acceptance, but she still refused to participate in such debauchery. The blonde priestess settled for just lying back and letting the inquisitor have her way with her, and hopefully that would be enough to satisfy the thirsty madwoman. But unfortunately for the poor healer, Paletress was not aware of just how vast and insatiable Whitemane’s lust had become since meeting her Horde fuck-buddies, and a simple make-out session had no hope of quelling that raging fire burning within her loins. When she finally came up for air, Whitemane growled possessively at the dazed priestess and tasted her sweet lips one last time with a long, lingering lick of her tongue. “Mmm, very tasty. You should give up this life among the Argents and fulfill your true calling in a brothel.”
“G-go to hell,” bit back Paletress, still shivering from the cold though feeling just a bit warmer at the growing heat that Whitemane had jump-started within her body.
“Maybe later,” said Whitemane with a seductive grin. “But before that, I’m going to take you to heaven.” With a harsh shove on her shoulders, Whitemane pushed the pinned healer flat onto the floor, more to assert her dominance than to actually hurt the girl, and then quickly spun around so that she was now facing Paletress’s bottom half while still straddling her torso. Her red and gold staff still lay handily nearby, and Whitemane retrieved it easily enough from her seat before spinning it around to point the rounded, blunt pommel end down between the blonde’s legs.
Though her view was limited by Whitemane’s upper body, Paletress was still able to see enough to figure out exactly what the inquisitor had in mind. “What are you doing?!” she shrieked, knowing full well the answer.
“Just what I said earlier,” she replied with a haughty laugh. “Loosening you up!”
Paletress felt rather than saw the end of the inquisitor’s staff press up against her exposed pussy. Having gotten a better look at the size of it earlier, the healer knew that her rival’s staff wasn’t particularly big, but right now it felt like the largest object in the world. Her hips squirmed helplessly underneath the weight of Whitemane’s ass pressing down on her, providing only a token display of resistance. “You’re crazy!” Paletress shouted. “That won’t fit!”
“Oh ho, ho! Yes it will! Trust me,” said Whitemane as she applied a bit more pressure until the tip popped past her outer folds, “I’ve checked.”
A loud squeal filled the arena as Paletress felt the cold metal penetrate her wholly unprepared cunt. The round end and the following few inches of wood felt like it were stretching her beyond human limits, but true to Whitemane’s word it surely fit rather snuggly inside. The healer’s bare thighs trembled as more of the staff was fed up on overtaxed snatch, her soft lips gobbling up each inch under their own volition. “Ughh!” gasped Paletress as it reached deeper than anything had ever dared before, “It’s too biiiiig!”
“You don’t know big,” said Whitemane with a nasty grin as she shot a sideways glance toward Korlain as his hulking tauren form ducked under the swing of an axe. “But you will soon.” The inquisitor looked down with utter fascination as she pushed more and more of her weapon into Paletress, more than eager to see just how much the virginal blonde could take. “Tell me, have you ever had anything up your fancy cunt before? Don’t tell me you’ve never even used your own fingers before.”
“F-fuck you!”
“Only if you’re lucky,” she said with a laugh. “Don’t tell me you’re a virgin. That’s so sad.” Whitemane massaged one of Paletress’s quivering thighs as she continued to push the staff deeper. “I used to be like you. Inexperienced, prudish, blind to the joys of earthly pleasure. It wasn’t until my boys came along and fucked some sense into me that I realized what I was missing.” Whitemane purred seductively as she pulled out a few inches of the staff and saw the telltale sign of a watermark delineating her progress. “Even if you deny it, your body is already starting to agree. You’re wet.”
Paletress shook her head defiantly. “No! Th-that’s just… I’m on my period!”
“You’re such a nasty liar.” Whitemane quickly shoved the staff back with a punishing harshness. “Trust me, I know a girl’s arousal when I see it. You’re getting off on this, just like I knew you would. Do you see now? You’re no different than me. Deny it all you want, but deep down you’re just as filthy and dirty-minded as I am.”
“No! I don’t… I’m not…” Paletress screwed her eyes shut tightly as more of the staff tunneled up her clenching pussy. Never before had such a foreign item dug so deeply within, and her body responded in the only way it knew how: by rhythmically squeezing around the assumed mate. Paletress knew it was nothing more than an inanimate object used to torture her, but every nerve in her system was screaming out for release: both hers and that of the would-be cock. And if it wasn’t going to cum inside her, then she’d just have to go ahead without it.
Everything snapped into crystal clear focus for Paletress as the staff scrapped along her inner walls in the most delicious way. She no longer felt shame, fear, or even the numbing cold of Northrend. The only sensation coursing through her body was that heady, mind-blanking need for an orgasmic release long overdue. “I… I’m… I’m cuuummiiiiing!” Her pussy clamped down and pulsated around the wooden rod as the rest of her body shuddered as well as it could despite Whitemane’s weight still pressed down from above. The overwhelmed healer, too inexperienced in physical pleasure to maintain her composure, thrashed and cried out as she was carried away into the heights of raw bliss. Her translucent nectar gushed out, staining the pole with her filth, as she came her brains out in front of a cheering audience.
All the while, Whitemane looked down at Paletress, drinking in the sight of her eyes rolled back and pink lips parted in loud, gasping breaths. Though she had experienced plenty of orgasms at the mercy of her traveling companions, the inquisitor never once considered how she must have looked in the throes of passion. Now it was as though she were witness her own release from an outside perspective, and Whitemane was finally able to truly appreciate the majesty of the female orgasm. “Mmm, you look so hot right now,” cooed Whitemane as she flipped back around and then bent low over her senseless victim.
Once more face-to-face, Paletress didn’t even seem aware of Whitemane’s presence. The overwhelmed blonde was still lost deep within the recesses of her own blanked-out mind, her eyes unfocused and rolling dumbly about within their sockets. Whitemane chuckled softly at her befuddled state and drank in the sight of the Argent healer so given over to lust, just as she had hoped. The inquisitor thought nothing of indulging herself in tasting the priestess while she was out of it, and so Whitemane gently licked and nibbled at Paletress’s parted lips. When that wasn’t enough, she silenced the blissed-out woman’s moans by smothering her mouth and kissing her deeply.
As her senses slowly returned and Paletress found herself once more making out with her rival, she no longer felt the need to actively resist her advances. Rather, the Argent blonde even responded back ever so slightly by pushing against Whitemane’s lips, eager to taste a bit more of what taboo pleasures she just twisted through and came out the other end as a changed woman. But although Paletress now understood the pleasures of the flesh, she still held onto enough pride to not give Whitemane the satisfaction of a victory, and so she soon pulled away from the kiss when full clarity returned to her head. “I’ll never be like you. I’d sooner die than become such a depraved whore.”
Whitemane regarded the obstinate priestess with cruel amusement. “Good, there’s some fire left in you yet. I was worried you’d break before the fun really began.”
Confessor Paletress didn’t have time to question what she meant before another boisterous roar of applause erupted from the crowd, and she turned her head to see what the cause could be. She looked just in time to see her ghostly champion evaporate into thin air as Torgus and Korlain stood triumphant, a little winded but none the worse for wear. Paletress’s heart sank into the pit of her stomach as she realized not only how outnumbered she now was but that she was in no position to summon another illusion with Whitemane atop her. The pair strode victoriously toward their healer and her half-nude prisoner, and Paletress suddenly found herself with three very irritated opponents standing over her.
“So what have you two ladies been up to over here?” asked Korlain with a toothy grin.
“Looks like they’ve been fucking!” shouted Torgus heedlessly as he dropped his shield to the ground, finding it no longer necessary without any immediate threats nearby. “Or something similarly lewd.”
Korlain rolled his eyes. “Yeah, real subtle, Torgus.” He focused his gaze onto the all-but-defeated Paletress and the triumphant Whitemane who was still straddling the prone healer. “You’ve certainly been having fun without us.”
“Indeed,” purred Whitemane as she reached behind her and firmly grasped the staff still buried deep within Paletress’s cunt. Slowly, excruciatingly so, she extracted the rod from her body, the spherical pommel rubbing along the still very sensitive walls on its way out. The Argent priestess whimpered and squirmed in exquisite agony as the sensation reignited the faint sparks of physical desire within. “I’ve been getting her ready for you two.”
The tauren and orc shared a devious and knowing glance between themselves. “Oh yeah? And what’s the plan?” asked Korlain, playing along.
“I want you to destroy her.” Whitemane leaned in close to Paletress’s wincing face, close enough for her hot breath to blow against the confessor’s skin. “I want you to break her into the perfect slutty fucktoy just like you did with me. Tear her down, reshape her insides with your ample tools, and make sure her body can never forget what it felt like to be fucked by your cocks.”
“Damn, Sally,” said Torgus with an impressed whistle. “You sure don’t play around. Remind me never to get on your bad side.”
The inquisitor snickered wickedly. “Consider her my gift to you both, for all the hard work and tireless devotion you’ve given to me these last few weeks. She’s yours to do with as you please, so long as you promise me she’ll be nothing more than a gibbering, fucked-stupid mess by the time you’re done with her.”
Torgus threw his head back and roared his laughter toward the sky. “You’re so filthy, Sally! That’s what I like about you!”
“We’ll do our best, which I’m sure you’re more than familiar with by now.” Korlain stepped over the wide-eyed Paletress – who was listening to the entire depraved conversation about her fate in awed silence – and he peered down at her with a devilish glint in his eyes. “And you’re about to learn what it means to take our worst, little girl.”
They were on Paletress in a flash as soon as Whitemane crawled off her. The Argent healer’s lithe yet curvy body was hauled effortless into the air by their monstrous strength and left dangling between their muscled forms. Positioned with her front facing Korlain and Torgus at her rear, Paletress shivered both in fear and exhilaration, and every voice in her head screamed at her to resist to the bitter end. “Wait, stop! You don’t have to do this! Th-the battle is over! You won this round! Just let me g-go and you can move onto the next challenger.”
“Consider this the bonus round,” chuckled Torgus as he wedged a thick, green fingertip up against Paletress’s puckered anus until it popped inside. The blonde priestess shrieked in surprise, having never taken anything inside that forbidden hole, and wiggled her hips to try shaking him loose. “Something tells me I don’t think the audience is going to mind watching the show.”
By now, Korlain had his gigantic tauren member free from the confines of his pants, and it now stood proud and erected as it curved upward to rub against the inside of Paletress’s thighs. The furious heat radiating off his shaft warmed the healer’s cold body from the waist down, but that didn’t make her any more appreciative of its presence. “Put that thing away! How… How dare you?! This is completely… You’re both totally out of line!”
The tauren huffed in amusement. “Sounds like something Whitemane used to say. You two really are more alike than you realize. Which tells me exactly how this is going to go.” And thus, with no further introduction necessary, Korlain dropped the unprepared Paletress down onto eight inches of raw bull cock. She threw her head back and squealed like a stuck pig as his cockhead burrowed through her cunt and slammed up against the front of her cervix. Her thick thighs recoiled and locked around his sides instinctively as she was skewed on his throbbing member with still plenty more inches to go.
At the back, Torgus gave the Argent priestess what she wanted by removing his intrusive finger, only to replace it a few seconds later with his swollen green dick knocking against her entrance. Her pristine ass was sure to be a tight fit, but the horny orc was more than up to the challenge. As unyielding as it was, Paletress’s puckered sphincter had no hope of keeping out the rockhard shaft once it decided to go in, and sure enough the flared tip slipped inside effortlessly with just the slightest nudge of orcish strength behind it. Already stuffed so impossibly full at the front by the largest cock her pussy would ever know, the priestess wailed pitifully as inch after inch of veiny meat disappeared between her pale buttcheeks until they were pressed flush up against Torgus’s hips.
In just under a minute, Paletress had gone from complete chastity (aside from the brief encounter with Whitemane’s staff) to having her tight body double-stuffed raw by two beastly cocks that even the most experienced whore would have difficulty handling, much less a virgin. Without even giving her a second to prepare mentally or physically, the two Horde brutes began thrusting into her warm holes in tandem, jostling her quivering form back and forth between them. Torgus and Korlain treated her exactly as their healer had commanded, and they dutifully rutted into their newfound cocksleeve like well-oiled fucking machines. Confessor Paletress threw her head back and gave a strangled cry as they slammed into her pussy and ass at a maddening pace.
However as much as she wanted to fight against the lurid act, Paletress was completely caught off guard by the overwhelming presence of pleasure caused by the cocks fucking her senseless. “Ugggh, no! You… You beasts! You’re ruining me! Ohh by the Light! It… It feels so good! Why does it feel so goo—Ahhh!!” The priestess’s eyes rolled backward as a hard thrust from Korlain not only scraped his flared cockhead along her G-spot but also triggered a mind-shattered orgasm. Encouraged further by the orcish cock pounding her ass loose, Paletress twisted and jerked between the two Horde men holding her up as she tumbled headlong into the embrace of carnal bliss.
Whitemane sat back on the floor, her legs spread wide and the crotch of her bodysuit pulled aside so that her nimble fingers could work at her sopping wet pussy. As the fingertips sank into her cunt, all the inquisitor could think about was how they were a poor substitute for the cocks currently drilling away at Paletress’s sandwiched body, but she consoled herself with the fact that she’d be getting her fair share once they were done with the blonde healer. For now, Whitemane simply masturbated away as she watched the breaking of Confessor Paletress with envious eyes.
Three ash-covered figured trudged down the long road that took them away from the hellish landscape of Blackrock Mountain. Each of them wore a sour expression beneath layers of soot and grime that covered their weary bodies from head to toe. The smoldering wastes of the Burning Steppes were not to be traveled lightly, yet these brave adventurers did not shy away from any challenge in their constant search for excitement, renown, and most importantly of all loot. But just like all who dared to stand in the shadow of Blackrock, eventually they had their fill of the wasteland. Now they were finally nearing the end of their long, arduous journey southward to safety.
Relative safety at least. “Redridge!” shouted Torgus happily as he ran ahead of his party and officially crossed the border separating the fiery volcano lands from the modest countryside. “I’ve never been so happy to be in Alliance territory!”
“Yes, and let’s not forget that fact,” grumbled Korlain as he caught up to his orc companion with slow, plodding steps. “We ought to tread carefully here. Perhaps even more so than we did in the Steppes.”
“You worry too much.” Torgus spied a patch of green grass, the first he had seen in weeks, and he frolicked over to the flora before throwing himself down and rolling around like a happy puppy. “We’re way out in the boonies! No one is going to be looking for a couple of lost Horde right in their very backyard. Or, uhh, their human fuck-buddy.”
Inquisitor Whitemane, though her hair now more resembled a slate grey with all the accumulated ash, rolled her eyes at her childish partner. “Get up, you oaf. This is no time to be dallying. Korlain is right; we can’t afford to let our guard down. There are just as many things that want to kill us in Redridge as there were in Blackrock.”
“Out of the frying pan and into the proverbial fire, eh?” asked Korlain with a grin.
“Ugh.” Whitemane shook her head and walked past both the Horde men as she made her way down the road. “Must you two make a joke of everything? I may be human, but I’m still very much wanted for my Scarlet past. If any guards catch me with the likes of you two, it’ll be my head on the block as well.”
“Especially since you insist on wearing those colors still,” said Korlain with a nod toward her soot-caked Scarlet outfit. The normally bleeding-red scarlet colors were more a dull garnet, and her exposed skin was also marred with swaths of ashy dirt. But none of that stopped the inquisitor from looking any less deadly, or sexy for that matter. “Not exactly denouncing your heritage, are you?”
“Yeah!” piped up Torgus from his place on the grass. “Why are you still wearing that stuff anyways? You’re not Scarlet anymore… Or are ya?”
Whitemane groaned and rolled her eyes for what was likely the hundredth time that day. “Of course not, you cretin. I’ll admit, I may be a bit… Attached to this outfit.” That was putting it lightly. Despite her fall from grace, wearing the Scarlet uniform made her feel powerful. It reminded her of the old days where she was feared and respected not just by her own underlings but most of the rabble. “But it’s not like my travels with you lot have taken me anywhere near a boutique. We’ve all had to make do.”
Torgus jumped to his feet and rushed to Whitemane’s side. “Well then we’ll just have to remedy that! Here’s my promise to you, Sally: As soon as we get out of here, we’ll make a stop at Silvermoon or Suramar just for you! Get you some nice duds for everything you’ve done for us!”
“I’m not likely to be welcomed at either one of those Horde cities either,” muttered Whitemane with an ugly grimace, but then her expression immediately softened. “But… Thank you, Torgus. I do appreciate that.”
“Don’t get all sentimental now,” chuckled Korlain as he stepped up to the pair and patted them both on the shoulder, nearly knocking over the comparatively tiny human. “Let’s focus on getting off this continent alive before we think about shopping.”
“Too true. Too true, old friend!” exclaimed Torgus as he spun on his heels and resumed his trek down the road. “But when we do… Oh, it’s going to be great! Big spenders, the three of us! Heck, I could use some new boots myself to replace these old ones. Maybe some new stomping boots!”
They continued their march as the day wore on. After traveling a few miles further into Redridge, each of them agreed that it would be best to stay off the main path just in case they ran into any Alliance patrols, and so they followed the road from a safe distance in the rugged terrain. When they finally reached the outskirts of Lakeshire, the group lingered for a bit while they argued over whether or not they could risk letting Whitemane go into the town alone to buy some much-needed supplies. The proud inquisitor was adamant that she could handle such a simple task alone, but both Torgus and Korlain weren’t willing to risk splitting up. With a majority decision, they continued onward with a grumbling Whitemane in tow.
They finally reached the border of Elwynn Forest as the sun began to set. Each of them knew how dangerous it was to be so near the heart of the Alliance, yet they were well hidden so long as they stayed within the forest’s dense thicket of trees. Yet even with Stormwind less than a day’s travel away, it was eerie how isolated they seemed to be. They walked for hours with nothing but the sights and sounds of untamed wilderness all around them and not a single hint of civilization. For Torgus and Korlain it felt like home, but Whitemane was more used to the finer things in life and clearly had difficulty navigating the foliage in her scarlet heels. All they had to do was make it through the other side of the forest and enter Duskwood, which was far less populated, and they’d be home free.
Unfortunately nighttime descended upon the group before they could make it out of Elwynn, and with some reluctance they decided it was best to set up camp until morning. After each of them pitched their tents, Torgus got a modest fire going in the center and rolled up a bunch of sturdy logs for sitting, eager to finally get off his feet and enjoy some downtime with his best friends. Of course, as usual, at the forefront of his mind was the hopeful possibility that there’d be some time left over to get frisky with Whitemane before bed. Yet as he threw suggestive glances and a few eyebrow waggles toward the sexy healer, Torgus noticed she had yet to settle in. “Hey, what gives, Sally?”
Whitemane secured the group’s money pouch around her belt. “I am absolutely not waking up in the morning and eat those stale ration we’ve been lugging around for three weeks. Goldshire is only 15 minutes northwest, so I won’t be gone long.”
“Are you really in such a hurry to go? I mean we’ve been walking all day and… Well ya know,” said the orc with a very overexaggerated wink. “I thought we could do a little you-know-what.”
Korlain sighed. “It’s only me, Torgus, and I know what you’re talking about. We literally just double-teamed her last night.”
“Alright fine!” huffed Torgus with annoyance. “We’ll fuck, okay? So how about it, Sally?”
Whitemane just rolled her eyes at her horny companion. “If you thought with the head attached to your neck rather than the one in your pants for once, you’d know that it’s too risky to wait until morning. Nighttime gives you two the best cover to wait here while I do what needs be done in town. If a patrol happens upon you two in broad daylight and I’m not here you bail you out, who knows what could happen?”
“I think we can take care of ourselves,” said Torgus with a puffed-up chest.
However, Korlain saw the wisdom in the plan. “I think she’s got a point, friend. Plus the market is less likely to be as busy this time of night, so Whitemane will attract less attention. Because let’s face it, she does rather stand out.”
Whitemane almost blushed at the tauren’s unexpected compliment, but she quickly took it instead as another insult about her slutty inquisitor’s attire. “Well not all of us can just go lay down with the local livestock and instantly blend in.”
“Whatever you say,” muttered Korlain as he busied himself with the contents of his backpack.
“I still don’t think it’s a great idea, Sally,” said Torgus. “I mean… So many things could go wrong. What if we have to abandon camp and you can’t find us? What if someone at Goldshire recognizes you? What if…”
But Whitemane wasn’t having any of it. She cut him off sharply by holding up her hand, the sharp claws of her inquisitor gauntlet glinting in the firelight. “Enough, Torgus! I have been marching on my feet for the last 18 hours straight. I am tired, I am filthy, and if I don’t get inside a hot bath in the next 30 minutes I am going to lose my mind. Do you want me to be here when that happens?”
Torgus looked down at the ground and kicked at the dirt with his feet. “No…”
“Good. Now here’s what’s going to happen. You two are going to stay here and behave like good boys, and I’ll be back in an hour or two. And if either you have any doubts about my ability to look after myself… Please,” she said with a derisive snort. “Let’s not forget I very nearly handled both of you alone when first we met.”
Korlain rolled his eyes. “I remember that encounter going quite differently…”
“What was that?” hissed Whitemane.
“Nothing.”
The scarlet inquisitor looked over both of them with one final sneer before turning on her heels and walking away from the warm glow of the campfire. “Just stay out of trouble until I get back,” she called out as she slipped into the darkness.
“Geez! I wonder what’s gotten into her lately. I mean except for the two of us, am I right?” said Torgus with a laugh. But his joke got absolutely no reaction out of Korlain, who was still too self-absorbed in organizing his satchel. Torgus merely shrugged to himself and poked at the fire with a stick. “I guess that just leaves you and me, buddy.”
“Yeah, guess so.” Korlain glanced down at the campfire for a few seconds, and then he abruptly stood up and hefted the backpack across his shoulder. “Alright, I’ll see you later.”
“What?!” shouted Torgus. “You too? Where are you going?”
“Well it’s not every day I get a chance to wander through Elwynn Forest, and there’s some unique herbs and plant life here that I’d like to collect.”
“B-but… Whitemane said we should stay out of trouble!”
Korlain sighed. “They’re just herbs, Torgus. How much trouble could they possibly be?” Still, he wasn’t looking to worry his friend, and he offered some extra reassurance before departing. “I won’t be very far. Just shout if anything unusual happens.”
And with that, his tauren friend was gone and Torgus found himself alone at camp with the dwindling fire. The abandoned orc sighed dejectedly and tossed another log into the blaze. “Talk about a mood killer,” he said wistfully. Danger, as Torgus had discovered in their recent adventures, was quite a potent aphrodisiac, and what place in the world could be more dangerous for a young orc than Stormwind’s own frontyard? He had been looking forward all day to having some fun time with Whitemane, but now the little green peon in his pants was as soft as melted ice cream.
“That’s just fine!” shouted Torgus defiantly to no one but himself as he bent down to rummage through his own backpack. “I don’t have to take my clothes off to have a good time! I’ve got my trusty Hearthstone deck in here somewhere… I think.” He found the long-neglected deck of cards at the bottom of his pack, wrapped in twine and covered in a thin layer of dust.
Torgus didn’t even get a chance to pull his hand out before he suddenly sensed something was amiss. He turned his head and peered into the forest as if he expected to find something, or someone, peering back at him. Goosebumps ran along his green skin, practically screaming at him that he was being watched, even if he couldn’t see it. Very slowly and carefully, he reached for his axe lying on the ground nearby. “If there’s anybody out there,” warned Torgus as his eyes darted back and forth, “You should know who you’re messing with. I am a son of Orgrimmar, born and raised in the fires of the Third War, and I won’t go down without a fi--!”
A solid object abruptly smacked Torgus across the back of his skull, and the last thing that went through his mind as he drifted into the welcoming embrace of unconsciousness was how much he hated rogues.
Goldshire hadn’t changed much since Whitemane first visited the sleepy hamlet in her teenage years. The sight of its quaint cottages brought back old memories that she would have preferred to remain in the past, but even she had to admit to herself that it was nice to be back among the familiar trappings of her own people once more. Whitemane had been spending so much time around her Horde companions that she had almost forgotten what it was like to be surrounded by houses that weren’t completely covered wall-to-wall in spikes.
Once Whitemane found the inn, she encountered the same wide-eyed stares from the staff inside as she had out on the streets. While it wasn’t unusual for someone of her stature (meaning adventurers and exotic travelers) to visit Goldshire, the locals still seemed put-off by her risqué attire combined with disheveled appearance. Her exposed thighs were caked in mud and dirt from Blackrock, and the gold highlights of her outfit probably gave Whitemane a more regal presence than they were expecting.
Regardless, it didn’t matter to Whitemane how they gawked at her. All she wanted was a hot bath, and she immediately approached the innkeeper to get it. “You there,” she said in the most neutral, nonconfrontation tone she could possibly muster despite how miserable she felt, “I need a room for one hour.”
The innkeeper blinked at her. “One… Hour? I’m sorry, that’s a rather unusual request. Usually we rent out rooms to weary travelers for the entire night.”
“While I am weary…” “Mostly of this conversation already,” she added in her own mind. “I’m not interested in staying a whole night. I just need a single room with a bath so I can wash up.”
“Oh… I see.” The steward gave Whitemane a knowing look before glancing down at her registry book. “You’re looking for the, uhh, special arrangement?”
Whitemane rubbed at her temples as she felt a headache beginning to form, careful not to scratch herself with the claws. “Yes, whatever! Do you have a room available or not?”
“Of course, ma’am. But I must tell you that we don’t rent for just one hour. You’ll have to pay the full price of—”
“I don’t care, that’s fine!” Whitemane had vowed to put aside her murderous Scarlet ways since having a change of heart, thanks mostly to the efforts of Torgus and Korlain’s dicks, but she was starting to make an exception for this impudent women. “I’ll pay it.”
“Just one moment then.” The innkeeper hastily scribbled down the healer’s reservation then fetched a key from behind the counter. “Here you are. Your room is up on the second floor, fifth door on the right.”
“Finally,” muttered Whitemane as she snatched the key away and stomped away. Her outburst had attracted the worried eyes of all the nearby patrons, but the inquisitor didn’t care much what the peasantry thought of her. She climbed the stairs with haste to her privacy.
Once inside her room – a quaint single bedroom with a side room for the bathtub and plumbing – Whitemane immediately threw down her belongings and went to start the water. As the tub filled, she stripped off her dirty clothes until she was completely nude. There was even a full length mirror available for Whitemane to check the myriad of bruises she had accumulated in her travels, though most of them were from Torgus being a bit too rough during their late-night sessions rather than combat. The thought of that oaf and his magnificent cock made the inquisitor wet between the legs, and she indulged in a little fingerplay with herself before immersing in the bathwater that was finally ready.
As soon as the hot water washed over her sore body, Whitemane let out a sigh of exquisite bliss that rival even the utterances she made during sex. Weeks of accumulated grime washed away and restored her flawless skin back to its pristine condition. Her head rolled back over the rim of the tub, her long white hair cascade down to the floor, and allowed herself to be carried away in the first quiet moment she’s had to herself literally since her adventures with Torgus and Korlain began. She was so deep in her relaxing trance that Whitemane didn’t even hear the door to her room open, but when she finally opened her eyes and saw five men standing around the tub, each one completely nude, the former crusader nearly leapt out of the tub in fright.
“Oh, sorry about that lass,” said a stout dwarf with a dick longer than his beard. “We thought ye’d be expected us, so we didn’t knock.”
“What do you louts think you’re doing in here?!” screeched Whitemane as she ducked in the bath until the water came up to the neck to hide her breasts. “This is highly inappropriate!”
“This is Goldshire, ma’am,” replied one of the other men so matter-of-factly.
“You order special service, da?” asked out of the burly draenei. He was incredibly broad with a firm, muscular chest, but Whitemane instantly found her eyes drawn to the massive cock between his legs that hung nearly down to the knees. “We here to provide service.”
“Sexual service, to be precise,” added one of the human males.
“I… Umm…” Whitemane suddenly found herself at a loss for words, her mouth completely dry as her gaze darted back and forth between the exposed cocks on display. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about!”
“The innkeeper should have explained it all downstairs. As per Goldshire customs, certain rooms are put aside for, shall we say, private arrangements at a guest’s request,” explain the man. “You requested, and we’re here to deliver.”
The draenei looked the most puzzled of them all. “Da! You request special service, we provide. This is gangbang room!”
“Suite,” correct the dwarf. “It’s the gangbang suite, lad.”
Whitemane was at a complete loss for words. Perhaps she had been rather hasty in booking this room and cutting off the innkeeper before she fully explained. After all, it had been many, many years since Whitemane had last visited Goldshire, and it seemed that a lot had changed. She was having a hard time thinking clearly while they all stood in a semi-circle around her tub like a buffet free for her choosing. “Well… I didn’t intend… This is still very inappropriate.”
“So…” The draenei looked at his fellow men and shrugged. “No gangbang?”
A shiver ran down Whitemane’s spine as she at last made her decision. These fine male specimens were simply too tempting to turn down, and after all there was no reason she couldn’t have a little bit of fun on her own without those two Horde sidekicks cramping her style. “Well now I didn’t say that,” she said with a hungry lick across her ruby red lips. “I’d hate for you boys to have come all the way up here for nothing.” She beckoned the draenei closer and parted her lips invitingly as his big, blue dick rose to attention. “Let me warm up that cock for you.”
Consciousness slowly returned to Torgus, though he was sorely tempted to just stay asleep considering the hour. He really didn’t want to deal with the headache of an ambush, but his orcish pride and warrior instincts refused to let him just sleep it off. So with great reluctance, Torgus forced his eyes open and allowed the light of the campfire back in.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here? You’re a long way from home, son of Orgrimmar.”
Torgus recognized that sort of mocking, playful tone immediately. “Just what I needed,” he thought to himself. “An elf.” He saw her silhouette, framed by the simmering campfire, towering over him on the ground. The first thing he noticed were an intimidating set of shoulder pads with wicked red spikes that jutted out like daggers. Speaking of which, she held a pair of green daggers, one in each hand and flipped into a reverse grip. The rest of her outfit may as well have been non-existent from all the pale white skin it flaunted. Such skimpy attire immediately brought his thoughts to Whitemane, but Torgus shook his head clear. “I’m not the only one. What’s a blood elf doing out here?”
His ambusher gave a sharp laugh. “It’s cute that you think you’re in any position to be asking questions here. Maybe if you hadn’t crumbled like a sack of potatoes I’d be inclined to answer.”
“Well there’s no need to be insulting,” grumbled Torgus as he tried to rub the throbbing lump on the back of his head, but that’s when he realized his hands were bound behind his back. Of course he should have expected this; a lone blood elf would have been no match for an orc otherwise. “Figures. This is the coward’s way. Give me my weapon and we’ll settle this like warriors!”
The elf rolled her burning fel eyes. “Spare me your orcish bravado. If I was an idiot, I’d have died long ago. But let me assure you, I’ve gone toe-to-toe with orcs far tougher than you,” she said with a toothy grin.
“Bah, I doubt that.” Torgus pulled at his bindings, but they were tight and well-secure. He wasn’t getting loose anytime soon. “You and your roguish tricks.” The green-skinned warrior leaned forward and peered at the blood elf’s face, which was partially hidden behind a red hood. “Just who are you anyways? I swear your face looks familiar…”
She gave a curt laugh. “No doubt because you’ve seen it on wanted posters, though I doubt the Horde is doing much to track me down anymore these days.” She flipped one of her crystalline green daggers in the air and caught it without even so much as a glance. “My name’s Valeera.”
“Sanguinar,” whispered Torgus. “Lots of people looking for you, but you’re right. Not many of them willing to go much further than just looking now that you’ve shacked up with that king Varian.”
Valeera’s expression instantly soured, and she pointed the jagged end of her dagger at his face. “You ought to choose your next words carefully, orc. The only reason you’re still alive is to answer my questions, but I could just as easily wash my hands of you and get them from your tauren friend.”
“Korlain!” Torgus doubled his efforts to break his bonds, wiggling back and forth on the ground futilely. “What did you do to him?!”
“Don’t worry your pretty little head. Your friend is nearby, but it’ll just be the two of us for the time being. He’s having the most wonderful nap face-down in a patch of silverleaf.”
“If you’ve harmed a single hair on his mane…” Torgus grunted as he put every ounce of power into snapping the rope around his arms. Every ounce of muscle rippled beneath his thick green skin, yet for all his troubles he was making zero progress. Valeera clearly knew her stuff.
The slender blood elf threw a piece of wood into the dwindling fire. She was clearly amused by Torgus’s ineffectual struggles, which was made all the more clear by the ever-present smile on her face like a cat toying with a mouse. “You know, I have to admit I’ve kind of missed this. Your Horde boys are so simple, so predictable, and so amusing. Why reason your way out of a tough spot when you can just wear yourself out trying the same thing over and over again?”
Torgus frowned at her. “Stubbornly doing the same thing over and over again is how I’ve gotten this far. I may be slow, but at least I’m consistent.” The orc blinked in surprise at the words he just uttered. “Why did I just say that?”
Valeera tossed her head back and gave the most earnest laugh Torgus had heard yet. She even had to cover her mouth with a hand as she waited for the laughing fit to pass. “Oh my, you truly are a delight! I suppose I ought to be forward with you, especially since you’ve no choice but to do the same. I’ve been experimenting with a new weapon lately, a sort of truth serum that those eggheads at SI:7 have concocted in their labs. After all, this interrogation wouldn’t be very fruitful if you could just answer all my burning questions with a lie.”
“Roguish tricks,” reiterated Torgus with a sigh. “Fine, I guess I’m not going anywhere. What do you want to know, devil woman?”
That remark made Valeera chuckle, but she too was eager to move on with their business. “Very well. I’ll start with something simple. What are you doing here in Elwynn?”
“We’re just passing through,” he answered quickly.
“I see. Not quite the answer I wanted, but the one I expected.” Her eyes roamed across the campsite as she considered her next question. “There are three pitched tents here, but I’ve only run into you and the sleepy tauren. Who else is with you?”
A pained expression sank into Torgus’s face as he struggled with all his might not to answer, but in the end he couldn’t resist the chemicals running through his system. “Ugh… It’s… Whitemane.”
Valeera’s long blonde eyebrows immediately jumped up in surprise. “Whitemane? THE Whitemane? High Inquisitor of the Scarlet Crusade?”
“Well… Former high inquisitor,” said Torgus sheepishly.
“Yeah okay,” said Valeera derisively, “Now what in the world could possibly motivate a woman as ruthless and powerful as Sally Whitemane to spend even a minute in the presence of two Horde idiots?”
Torgus didn’t even try to hold back his answer, and he even seemed all-too-ready to give it up. “We’re fucking.”
The blood elf’s eyes narrowed in disbelief. “I’m sorry… What?”
“We, uhh, we’re banging. Doing the dirty. Hiding the cucumber morning, noon, and night. Swapping fluids. Dancing the horizontal—”
“I heard you the first time!” snarled Valeera. “I’m just… Having a hard time processing it is all.” Indeed, the blonde rogue looked completely at a loss for words. “You… And Whitemane? Now this… This makes my trip out here all worthwhile,” she said with another smile. “Ever since the dissolution of the Scarlet Crusade, Stormwind has been very interested to know exactly why Whitemane’s corpse wasn’t among the piles left behind in the monastery. Who ever could have guessed she’d have turned in her chapeau for a life serving as a Horde plaything?”
Torgus shrugged. “Well I mean… She still wears the chapeau. Sometimes I wear it when we… You know…”
“That must be quite a sight,” said a smirking Valeera. “What could compelling Whitemane to do such a thing?”
Torgus shrugged again. “I don’t know. I think she just really, really likes cock.”
Valeera sighed. “I must not have given you enough serum. I’ll have to up the dosage.”
“Hey, I’m not lying! That’s probably the truth!”
“Or at least the truth as you know it.” The rogue crossed her legs and sat still while she pondered. This new development had thrown her for a loop. She had initially thought she was just dealing with a group of Horde spies, but all her presumptions had been dashed away with this revelation. Whitemane was a powerful figure, not just as a leader but as a skilled priestess in her own right. Valeera knew she had to get this information back to Stormwind. “Alright, let’s say I believe you. What does the tauren get out of all this?”
“Korlain?” asked Torgus. “Well he’s my friend! He gets half the loot and half of Whitemane. Usually whichever end I’m not using.”
Valeera met his response with a wide-eyed stare. “You can’t be serious.”
“Well we tried the same end together once, but Sally couldn’t sit down for a week afterward, so now we’re not allowed to do that anymore.”
A red-hot blush crept onto Valeera’s face, and she had to turn away from the orc to hide it. “What a tale,” she whispered. The Whitemane bomb had been stunning enough, but the fact that she was caught up in such perversion was even more unexpected. “It’s entirely unbelievable.”
“Like I said,” repeated Torgus reluctantly, “I may be slow, but I’ve got a big dick.”
That comment certainly got Valeera’s attention, and slowly yet surely her own curiosity was starting to get the better of her. There had to be more to this story than a woman falling into a group of Horde curs just because they fuck good, but if Torgus was indeed telling the truth then Valeera wasn’t going to walk away until she got to the bottom of this mystery. “Is that so?” she said slyly. “Then you won’t mind if I have a look.”
“Not again,” sighed Torgus, but ultimately he didn’t have any objections if a pretty blood elf wanted to take his pants off. That’s exactly what Valeera did, though she was rather callous in the way she sliced his belt away with her dagger rather than bother with the buckle. Torgus would have protested if he hadn’t remembered the shopping trip he promised Whitemane, and so even as his manhood was pulled out in all its glory, the only thing Torgus had on his mind was the new belt in his near future.
“There’s one other thing I’ve missed about orcs,” said Valeera as she admired the green cock in her hands. When viewed this close, it was hard to admit that Torgus had spoken the truth. His member was huge, even by orcish standards. Already the shaft was stiffening to full readiness as a response to Valeera’s touch, and the way she stroked and fondled the growing erection only made it swell faster.
Torgus gulped as he could no longer ignore her ministrations. “You, uhh, certainly know what you’re doing.”
“I may know a thing or two about how to please a man.” Valeera leaned it and breathed hotly on his cock, delighting in the way it jumped at her command. “How about it, big boy? I bet you’d just love for me to suck your dick.”
“No, not really.”
“I thought so!” shouted Valeera victoriously. “You Horde perverts are all the same… Wait, what? Did you just say no?”
Torgus nodded. “Yeah. I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered, but with Whitemane… Well, she gives the best blowjob in all of Azeroth, so I really don’t mind waiting until she gets back.”
Valeera’s bright emerald eyes burned at his rebuff, and her cheeks flushed red from embarrassment. “Is that so?” she growled. “You’d turn me down for her?”
“Oh yeah, totally! In a heartbeat!” said Torgus a little too quickly, forgetting that his life, not to mention his cock, was entirely in Valeera’s hands.
Luckily for him, she had no real intent to punish him for his rejection. Ever since she was a child, Valeera had always been driven by the single-minded desire to prove everyone’s assumptions about her wrong. That’s why she was so successful in the gladiator arena, because she refused to let anyone be right about how weak they all thought she was, and that’s why she wasn’t about to walk away from this arrogant orc without blowing his mind. Or his cock.
Valeera’s head lunged forward with all the quickness of a striking serpent, and her lips wrapped greedily around his fat cockhead. Torgus jerked in-place out of instinct more than anything, but after that he didn’t make any attempts to stop her from gobbling up his dick. The blood elf’s red hood fell back, giving him a clear view of her long blonde ponytail as it swung back and forth to the rhythm of Valeera bobbing her head in his lap. More than anything, Torgus wished he could reach out and grab hold of it, but with his hands still tied he’d have to suffer through the oral service as an entirely passive participant.
Not that he minded too much. Valeera turned out to be quite a gifted cocksucker, and soon she was slobbering all over several inches of fully-awakened orc cock. Her wide eyes went cross-eyed as she looked down the shaft, suddenly realizing just how many inches she had to contend with. But that only made Valeera all the more determined to conquer this newest challenge. Her tongue flew into action, swabbing back and forth along the underside of his cock, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath the tip, while her lips glided downward.
“Damn, you’re good at this,” groaned Torgus. He had a hard time keeping still from all the excitement. Never had he been content to just sit back while Whitemane sucked him off in the past, preferring always to get involved by either pushing her head down with encouragement or just taking control by facefucking the slutty inquisitor. Honor demanded that he take action, but all Torgus could do was squirm uselessly in-place.
The corners of Valeera’s lips curled upward in a smile even as they were wrapped around his dick. She pulled off him with a loud gasp of air and looked upward with long, stringy strands of spit dangling from her lips to his tip. “Better than your precious Whitemane?”
Torgus wasn’t a fool, at least not when it came to sex. He knew just how to keep her going. “Not quite, but you show promise.”
“Hmph, promise?” Valeera sneered at him, but she quickly lowered her mouth onto his cock all the same. More than anything, his evaluation only spurred her onward. The blood elf made a mess of both herself and his dick as she sloppily slurped away. Large globules of spit ran down her chin and splashed onto her skintight leathers, but they were nothing compared to the thick droplets of precum pouring from Torgus’s cockhead. Valeera drank it up readily without complaint, scoping up every drop with her tongue and gulping it down.
Maybe if Whitemane had stuck around long enough to fulfill her duties before leaving for Goldshire, Torgus might have held out longer. But it had been nearly a full day since his last climax, and he was in no proper state to exercise any amount of self-control. It was doubtful any orc with a pulse could resist such a sexy blood elf sucking away as if her life depended on it, and Torgus had never been one to deny a good nut. With a strangled cry and another useless tug at his bindings, the orc reached his limit and fired a gooey spurt of cum directly against the back of her throat.
Valeera moaned in completely surprise at just how quickly he shot his wad. She had thought it’d take a vigorous deepthroating before she could coax out his load, but now that she didn’t have to resort to such crude methods Valeera suddenly realized she had to skip ahead several steps in her plan to deal with the nonstop jizz quickly filling her up. The rogue gulped down a mouthful of the thick cream, but that didn’t stop the rest from squirting out until nearly her cheeks were bulging outward from the sheer amount of it all.
To keep herself from drowning in orcish cum, Valeera pulled her mouth off his cock and quickly swallowed what remained in her mouth, but that unfortunately left Torgus free to unleash the rest of his load across her face. As spurt after spurt of cum lanced outward, Valeera’s delicate elven features quickly became buried beneath the sticky tide. She gasped aloud, not in disgust but rather shock as more cum than she could have possibly accounted for decorated her face. In a last ditch effort, Valeera opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out to catch of the delicious load as possible. She told herself it was better than just letting it land in her eyes, but really Valeera couldn’t bear to let it all go to waste.
When finally the flow tapered off, Valeera swallowed what remained in her mouth before ducking her head down and slurping the leftovers that were dribbling from Torgus’s cockhead. The salty and familiar taste of orc cum had reawakened a hunger inside Valeera that she had tried to deny ever since she and Rehgar parted ways, but now that she had such a virile stud at her mercy, the greedy rogue couldn’t help but gobble up every drop she could get. “So good,” murmured Valeera as she licked her lips clean. “Alliance men simply can’t compare, and believe me I’ve tried.”
“Now who’s the one taking the truth serum?” said Torgus with a proud grin.
Valeera shrugged as she slowly began to peel off her armor. “I’m not ashamed to admit what I like. Now I can see why Whitemane is so attached to you, though I bet it took her longer to come to terms with what she really wanted.”
“Maybe not as long as you think.” Torgus didn’t take his eyes off the blood elf for even a second as she stripped down until at last she stood before him in all her naked glory. Her body was slender and petite, like all elves, with a strong outline of abs on her stomach. Valeera wasn’t as pampered as others of her kind, and it showed from the way she lowered herself into his lap with absolute control and confidence. “Can’t say I’m familiar with this interrogation technique.”
“It’s a new one,” replied Valeera as she pressed her bare pussy up against his shaft and slowly dragged her wet lips along the length. “Damn, you are a big boy. I hate to say it, but you might not even fit.”
Torgus chuckled. “Let me out of these ropes and I’ll help you out.”
“Oh? So you can pin me down and ravish me all night? Maybe tag team me with your tauren friend?” Valeera bit into her lip at the thought, and her cunt became even more soaked than before. “Mmm, a very tempting prospect. It’s been too long since I’ve been fucked like someone’s bitch.”
“A girl like you deserved to be spitroasted every night.”
“Aww, well aren’t you sweet?” said Valeera with a laugh. “Is that what you want? To turn me into your Sin’dorei fucktoy? A warm body for you and your companion to pound every single night?”
Torgus couldn’t help but shrug sheepishly. “It’s a living.”
“Maybe for Whitemane, though I have to admit I can’t help but feel a little envious of her at the moment.” Valeera leaned forward and pressed her soft breasts against Torgus’s body as she continued to grind atop his cock. “How about you? How’d you like to be taken back to Stormwind? Locked up in my basement like a good little boy toy for me to milk dry every single night?”
His cock twitched in response to her proposal, but Torgus put on his best frown nevertheless. “Sorry, not really interested in settling down just yet. Got too much of the world I want to see.”
“Then I guess we’re at an impasse.” She leaned in closer and nibbled on his ear before whispering into it. “Allow me to show you what you’d be missing out on.”
Torgus steeled himself as Valeera rose up and positioned her dripping snatch directly over his cock. He was determined this time to hold out as long as possible for the sake of his own pride. This rogue had already beaten him once, but he was determined not to lose to her again. Sex was a battlefield like any other, and Torgus wasn’t about to let this sultry assassin conquer his manhood so easily.
His opponent on the other hand was more than eager to get started, and she wiggled her hips to smear his precum all over her slick folds. The heat of it combined with his cock against her pussy made Valeera moan in anticipation, but it was nothing compared to the blissful moan when she finally lowered herself and slipped the tip inside. Just the first few inches was enough to send a shiver running up her back. “By the Sunwell…” whispered Valeera when she met the first sign of resistance with her lips bulging around Torgus’s wide shaft. It took great effort to force herself down, but slowly yet surely she took his cock inside her sweltering pussy.
However, in all the excitement, the lusty elf perhaps got a little too carried away. “Ahh! Too deep!” cried out Valeera as she sank down a little too far on Torgus’s cock. She instantly lifted her hips back up, leaving a few green inches exposed yet slick with her arousal.
“Too much for you?” asked Torgus with a grin. He thrust his hips upward to push the rest inside, but Valeera was prepared and quickly bucked upward to compensate.
“For now.” Valeera placed both hands against his muscular chest and wiggled her hips. Her pussy lips looked absolutely stretched to their limit around his girth, a tight fit for anyone let alone a blood elf. “Mmm, don’t you worry about me. I’ll get all of you inside eventually.” Despite her bold proclamation, Valeera rode him gingerly at first, careful not to slip and take too much cock too fast. Even without taking every inch, she could still feel his cockhead reaching her deepest parts. Each time she dropped down and felt it thump against her cervix, Valeera shivered and cooed happily. She couldn’t wait to take him all, but she would have to go slowly at first.
Riding an orc for the first time in years was getting Valeera incredibly aroused, and soon Torgus’s crotch was soaked from all the juices that had cascaded down his shaft. She rode him with an insatiable hunger, and although she couldn’t fit all of him inside, their coupling was nonetheless having its intended effect. Valeera huffed and squealed as she worked herself closer and closer to a climax, no longer caring one bit about asserting her dominance over him. She wanted to cum all over that fat orc cock, and nothing was going to stop her. As her glowing green eyes rolled back in their sockets, Valeera let her mouth fall open in a long, guttural moan as she came hard.
Trapped underneath the gyrating elf, Torgus gritted his teeth and held on as her impossible tightness clenched even harder around his cock, threatening to choke the life out of him. Her pussy was trying its damnedest to milk him dry, but as much as he wanted to fill this haughty bitch with virile seed, his orc pride wouldn’t allow it. Instead he had to settle for watching Valeera thrash atop him, twisting and quivering as a powerful orgasm consumed her body. Even in the throes of mad pleasure, she looked beautiful with her sweat-soaked elven skin glowing in the campfire light and hair glimmering like fine gold.
When she finally came down from her high, Valeera was surprised that Torgus actually managed to resist his own release, but she only took that as a challenge. “D-don’t think we’re done just yet,” huffed Valeera as she struggled to compose herself. Her lithe body was still shivering from the aftereffects of her orgasm, but that didn’t stop her from continuing to bounce on Torgus’s cock. “You’re going to cum…” Valeera threw her head back and gasped with pleasure as she felt his cockhead bump against her cervix and threaten her womb, “Nnggh! Inside my pussy!”
“Fine by me,” grunted Torgus with great effort. He could feel his resolve starting to slip, but since she had already cum first there wasn’t much reason to hold out any longer. “If you want a half-breed, I’ll give you one.”
Valeera purred like a kitten. “That’s the spirit! Now you’re talking like a true orc.” Her pace increased, and soon she was riding her captive with reckless abandon, dropping onto his cock with little care for the state of her poor pussy. It hurt in the most exquisite way, mingling pain with pleasure in a mind-blowing experience. “Think you can claim me? Then do it! Give me that thick, hot load. Fill me up!”
However, instead of provoking a response from Torgus, Valeera instead got an answer from behind as a third player in their little game stepped up with a gruff and resentful voice, “I’ll fill you up alright.”
“You?!” Valeera whipped her head around to look back at Korlain, but before she could do anything he had already taken hold of both her arms and held them firmly behind her back in a single grip. And while she couldn’t see it, the blood elf could most certainly feel the tauren’s massive dick pressing up against her puckered anus, and nothing could hold back the moan that fluttered from her mouth when his flared tip slipped inside.
“You’ve been a real pain in the ass,” grunted Korlain, “And now I’m going to return the favor.” He slammed his length right up Valeera’s backside without hesitation, opening up her bowels far past the limits of what should have been possible.
A pained scream rang throughout the forest as his hips smacked firmly up against her trembling asscheeks. Fully stuffed with cock front and back, Valeera clenched her jaw defiantly. “Y-you… Filthy…” However, a hard thrust from Korlain made her eyes snap wide open as tears began to well. “Gyahh! Get off m-me!”
“That’s not happening,” said Korlain as he pushed the elf down against Torgus, flattening her large breasts against his body. With a steady hold on her restrained wrists, the vengeful tauren pumped her again, hollowing out her snug ass with nearly a foot of 100% Horde beef. “You’ve been a bad girl, and now you’re going to learn that when you mess with one, you mess with all of us.”
“Yeah!” shouted Torgus in agreement as he thrust upward into the shivering elf. “We fight together, we fuck together!” But he didn’t get any response from Valeera, who was too busy cumming her brains out from the unfortunate reversal. Pinned between two fine male specimens and forced to take their cocks, she couldn’t help but scream out her release at the sinful decadence of it all. A look of utter ecstasy froze on Valeera’s face beneath the sticky layers of Torgus’s cum.
Korlain sneered as the elven ass wrapped around his cock cramped down in the midst of her orgasm, but that didn’t stop him from reaming her full-force. “What a nasty slut, you are. Even Whitemane held out longer than this.” He used his free hand to pull aside one bouncing cheek to get a nice look at her stretched, burning red asshole around his shaft. “Then again, all elves love it in the ass.”
Both Torgus and Korlain could feel their cocks rubbing past one another through the thin membrane separating them inside Valeera’s body, which meant that the screaming blood elf most definitely felt it even more. Any concerns she had about the orc cock completely ruining her tight pussy was now a foregone conclusion, and now it seemed her ass would be sharing the same fate. Torgus did his best to keep up but was limited with his tied hands, whereas Korlain was in the perfect position to pound the rogue’s ass loose. Tauren weren’t easily angered, but Valeera’s ambush had pushed Korlain over the edge, and he wanted to make sure she wouldn’t be walking away without a permanent gaping reminder.
Not that Valeera seemed to mind one bit, and she was shouting out her love for the unexpected ass-fucking. “Ohhh, my ass! You’re ruining my ass!” she gasped whorishly, lacking any higher brain function to say anything but the obvious. Even with the tauren cock laying clam to her backside, Valeera couldn’t help herself from grinding against Torgus on her own volition. Both of her plump, soft thighs tightened around the orc’s waist as she struggled to get more of that green cock inside her. By now Valeera had easily taken every inch of Torgus’s cock, but any pain she might have felt at having her womb caved in was overshadowed by the immense pleasure of being treated like a double-stuffed cocksleeve. Tears of joy ran down Valeera’s face in a constant stream as she begged for more amidst her never-ending chain of orgasms. “Do it! Fill me! Make me your Horde cumdump bitch!”
As much as Torgus and Korlain wanted to prolong the naughty blood elf’s punishment, in the end they were just men with mortal limitations, and they could not resist giving Valeera exactly what she wanted. Thanks to lots of practice with Whitemane, the two friends unleashed their potent loads inside the shivering elf at the same time, filling her holes with so much spunk that it spurted out both sides and dribbled down their cocks. Valeera was in complete mind-blanking ecstasy, loving the way they defiled her body, and she cried out one last orgasm as she felt her womb and bowels swell with seed simultaneously. The two Horde men pumped and pumped and pumped some more until every last drop had been securely deposited inside the mewling slut.
Stuck in the middle of post-orgasmic bliss, Torgus gave his friend a sheepish grin as Valeera wearily slumped against him. “So, uhh, I guess you’re alright! I would have rescued you sooner but… Well…”
Korlain returned a smile of his own. “Me? Looks like you’re the one that needed rescuing. Although…” He thrust inside Valeera’s ass once more, and she gave a quiet moan as a rush of cum poured from her sloppy hole. “Something tells me you’d have been fine even if I hadn’t shown up.”
“Well of course!” boasted Torgus. “Van Cleef put up more of a fight. This one was practically begging me to fuck her.” A sudden wave of drowsiness washed over Torgus, and he let out a great big yawn. “Let me just… Take five and then we’ll… Do it again.” But he couldn’t keep his eyes open, and slowly he drifted off.
“She’s drugged you again, you fool!” But even Korlain couldn’t hold back his own yawn. “And also… Me…” As the darkness scrambled at the edges of his vision, Korlain stumbled back until his soft cock pulled itself free of Valeera’s ass, and his massive tauren form slammed into the ground like a felled tree.
Time passed indeterminately for Torgus, and while he was distantly aware of the melodic chirping of birds, it was the screeching of a harpy that finally jolted him awake. “What are you two doing?! Wake up!”
Torgus rolled over and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he struggled to readjust to the blinding morning light. “Buh… Huh?” he muttered sluggishly. The blurry outline of a familiar shape sharpened as his vision focused until Whitemane appeared before him in all her righteous, and furious, glory. “Sally? What time is it?”
“It’s morning, you oafs!” snarled Whitemane as she watched Korlain roll over and force himself to sit upright. He was usually more alert that Torgus, always rising quickly to face the day with renewed energy, but this time he was totally lethargic. Plus the fact that she found them sleeping on the ground instead of inside their tents told Whitemane that something was clearly wrong. “What mess did you get into this time? And where are your pants?!”
“Pants…?” Torgus glanced downward at his naked self, and suddenly the memories of the previous night flooded his mind. He jumped up, not even noticing that his arms were no longer bound, and spun around with full alertness as if he still expected Valeera to be nearby. “Hey! Where… How…?”
Whitemane threw down her pack full of purchased goods and stomped up to Torgus, shoving a stern finger into his chest. “You are a complete imbecile. I don’t know what happened here, but you’re damn lucky I found you first! Do you have any idea what would have happened if a Stormwind patrol had found you instead? Both of you were out like the dead. I’ve been shouting for nearly a minute!”
While Torgus blushed and bowed his head apologetically, Korlain studied the inquisitor carefully. “And why exactly are you getting back to camp so late? You said you’d only be gone for a couple of hours. The only reason we were out for so long is because of you.”
Whitemane’s face instantly flushed bright red to match Torgus, and she stammered out a poor attempt at a reply, “Well… I, umm… There was…”
Torgus, no longer at the receiving end of her ire, took a moment to look over his white-haired lover’s appearance. Her Scarlet outfit had been washed and returned to complete spotlessness, but there was still something off about her. “Yeah! And why are you walking funny?”
“No reason! It’s nothing! And the reason I’m late… Uhh, I found a hot spring nearby!” she blurted out. “And I guess I just lost track of time.”
Korlain peered at her with narrowed, judgmental eyes. “A hot spring? In this part of the world? At this time of the year? Localized entirely within Elwynn Forest?”
The healer looked like a deer caught in a spotlight, but she nodded stiffly. “…Yes.”
“May we see it?” asked Torgus hopefully, his own muscles aching and in sore need of its healing waters.
“No,” replied Whitemane flatly, and she quickly moved to roll up her unused tent. “We need to leave. Now. I don’t know what sort of trouble you got into, and frankly I just don’t care anymore.”
The two friends glanced at each other in confusion, but their puzzled looks slowly shifted into knowing grins at their shared moment with the missing rogue. It would seem Whitemane wasn’t interested in divulging her little secret, but that was just fine with them as long as they could keep a secret of their own. The three companions packed up their gear in silence, completely oblivious to the smoldering green eyes and beguiling smirk that watched them from the trees.
“They’re getting away!” bellowed a deep, angry voice across the whole of Tanaan Jungle. The Iron Horde war machine, camped around the Dark Portal in preparation for its invasion into Azeroth, roused from its languor at the bidding of their enraged warchief. “Fire the canons! Don’t let them escape, you worms!” Flaming balls of steel filled the sky as Torgus, Korlain, and Whiteman ran for their lives with a legion of brown orc warriors in hot pursuit. The ground beneath them trembled from the pounding fury of a thousand pairs of boots stampeding after the foreign intruders.
“So much for the negotiations,” muttered Korlain as he strode forth in his gigantic, lumbering gait. The immense tauren could have easily outrun his two companions, but he held himself back to keep pace with them both. A lone orc brandishing a simple dagger made the grave error of standing in his way, and he was promptly impaled upon both charging horns before tossed to the wayside with a flick of Korlain’s head.
“You big green idiot!” screeched Whitemane, running as fast as her heels could carry her. She was lagging only slightly behind Torgus, and she had to resist every urge in her body not to smack him in the back of his head with her staff. “You said you could talk them down! By all that is holy, what did you say?!”
Torgus did his best to shrug as well as he could in his dead-on sprint. “I just appealed to their primal nature! Lok’tar ogar and all that. Ya know, orc stuff!”
“I’d say you were successful,” said Korlain. “Most orc negotiations usually end in a bloodthirsty frenzy anyways.”
“Guess our two Hordes aren’t all that different, interdimensional time travel notwithstanding,” said Torgus sheepishly. “Were I in their position, I’d do the same to us!”
Whitemane gave into her baser instincts and did indeed smack Torgus with her staff, though she nearly toppled over from the effort. “You’re a complete buffoon! Next time, leave the talking to me!”
“I thought you’d appreciate a break from the negotiations for once,” said Torgus with a snicker. “Give your sore knees a chance to recover for once.”
“Torgus! You better hope these mongrels kill us! Because if we survive—!”
The deafening blast of a cannonball landing nearby interrupted their lover’s spat, and the concussive force was powerful enough to knock Whitemane right off her feet. The inquisitor rolled limply across the ground, gasping for breath as the overwhelming ringing in her ears downed out everything else. But before she could even scramble back up, she felt herself being scooped up by familiar hands. “Put me down! I can make it on my own!”
But Torgus paid no mind to her vitriol, and he quickly caught back up to Korlain with the dazed healer cradled in his arms. “Chew me out later, Sally.”
Another flaming ball of scrap impacted the ground far too close for comfort, but the orc and tauren soldiered on through the smoke and fire. All the while, the screaming horde of axe-wielding natives loomed ever closer, never tiring in their pursuit. Yet salvation loomed just ahead in the form of a craggy mountain and a small mine entrance carved into the base. “There!” shouted Korlain. “Head for that cavern! We make our stand inside.”
“Are you crazy?!” cried out Whitemane. “There’s no way we can fight them all!”
“Korlain is right,” said Torgus grimly. “We’re cut off from the portal, and I don’t see any other way out of here. We’ll lure them into the bottleneck and take as many of them with us as we can. All heroic-like!”
“I don’t want to die a hero!” screeched Whitemane. Yet she understood their options were few and made no further objections as she was carried beneath the mountainside archway. As soon as they were within the tunnel’s entrance, Torgus gently set Whitemane back onto her feet before pulling out his sword and shield and taking a defensive stance. Korlain followed suit, wielding a set of hammers glowing with the elements of ice and fire. The hollering tide of brown orcs thundered ever closer, and the sky just outside was blotted out by a shower of the Iron Horde’s deadly iron stars.
Both Horde champions stood valiantly in the face of their innumerable foe. “It’s been an honor,” said Korlain stoically. “Earthmother watch over you both.”
“Fuck that,” snarled Whitemane, and with a quick dust-off of her dirty robes, she stepped forth with both hands on her gleaming staff. “If you two don’t mind, I’ll be saving our asses. Again.”
Whereas Korlain wore a dumbfounded look of confusion, Torgus sported a most confident grin. “By all means, Sally.”
Whitemane craned her neck upward and watched the haphazardly-launched bombs slam ineffectively against the mountain, waiting for just the right moment. Then, like a comet of fire falling from the heavens, she spotted the one she was looking for. Whether by luck or skill from its operator, one of the iron stars was hurtling right towards the cave’s entrance. A wicked smile curled Whitemane’s lips. “Fools,” she whispered to the sea of brown orcs barreling down upon them.
Just as the iron star was about to obliterate them all, Whitemane tapped her staff onto the ground and summoned forth a shimmering wall of light. The screaming projectile slammed into the translucent barrier and exploded in a blinding mass of fire and shrapnel, most of which backblasted away from the mine and incinerated the first few rows of charging orcs. The rest of the explosion enveloped the bubble of safety that sheltered the three companions, tearing away at the cavern’s support beams and weakened walls. When the detonation finally died down, Whitemane lowered the shield and took off running deeper into the mine just as a boulder fell from above right where she had been standing. “Run!”
Torgus and Korlain didn’t argue, and immediately they took after the retreating inquisitor as the cavern’s entrance crumbled down all around them. A few bold orcs failed to heed the danger and took after them, but they were quickly crushed beneath rock and earth. It felt as though the whole of Draenor was coming apart at the seams, but the Azeroth natives ran onward without looking back. Soon, all that remained behind them was an immense wall of rubble separating them from the ravenous Iron Horde.
Only once they reached relative safety did they stop to catch their breath, each of them either hunched over and leaning against a wall for assistance. “Whew!” exclaimed Torgus with a sigh of relief. “Got to admit, Sally… That was pretty badass.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” she said smugly before smacking the blunt end of her staff against his knee. “That’s for carrying me away like some damsel in distress!” Whitemane stepped up to him, roughly grabbed his scraggly beard, and pulled him down to her level. “And this,” she said, planting a kiss on his lips, “Is for saving my life.”
Torgus’s smile was as wide as the Thousand Needles canyon. “I supposed the pain is worth it for a little oral,” which promptly earned him another smack in the stomach, though Whitemane blushed and smiled back all the same.
They were interrupted by their tauren friend clearing his throat. “As much as I hate to ruin this moment, we are still trapped underground with no idea what exactly stands between us and daylight.”
“Not to mention all the barbarians still waiting for us above ground,” muttered Whitemane.
“One problem at a time,” said Torgus. “We can’t go back the way we came, but it stands to reason the mine has multiple exits. That would just be poor planning otherwise.”
Korlain nodded in agreement. “As loathe as I am to admit it, I had not anticipated this Iron Horde to be so well organized and developed. They certainly aren’t as primitive as the orcs on our world. No offense, Torgus.”
“None taken, pal.”
“We had best stay alert for any more surprises.” Korlain nodded to his orcish friend. “After you.”
They set off into the mine’s depths single file. Torgus took point with his shield raised and ready, Whitemane in the center, and Korlain covering the rear. Opposition was sparse along the way, mostly in the form of the dull, simple-minded peons chipping away at the rock and their strict yet more hardy taskmasters, both of which were trivial challenges for the experienced trio. Guard patrols were few and far between apparently since word of their intrusion hadn’t reached the mine before the tunnel collapse. They moved quickly however, leaving a trail of bodies in their wake as they searched for any sign that they might be wandering closer to the surface.
Yet as they trudged onward for nearly a half hour, it didn’t seem as though they were making any progress. All the tunnels looked the same, and more than once the party found themselves looping back and passing a couple dead guards they had already slain. Tensions were starting to rise, though mostly due to the snippy comments Whitemane couldn’t hold back about where Torgus was leading them. “I swear that rock looks familiar,” she grumbled. “You have no idea where you’re going!”
“Well gee, Sally, guess I must have left all my maps of Draenor caverns back in Orgrimmar. Silly me,” he said with an eye roll. “Like you could do any better.”
“I sure could!” Whitemane moved to push past him and take the lead, but Torgus easily held her back with a single arm. “Watch me pull all our hides out the fire again!”
“Hush,” interrupted Korlain with his ears perked up. “I thought I just heard something down the tunnel. Listen. Do you hear it?”
All three of them froze in-place and curiously tilted their head toward the flickering torchlight in the distance, just around the curve of the tunnel. Yet they could indeed hear a female voice echoing down the corridor, one with a heavy accent and a forcefully sensual tone. “My arms are too weak. I cannot even lift the pickaxe anymore. Please, I need rest.”
“Get back to work, slave!” roared a gravely voice, clearly an orc. “Or else!”
“No, please don’t rape me! I couldn’t live with myself if you stained my holy body with your seed!”
“What? For the last time, that’s not what we do around here! If you won’t work then you’re good for nothing but fuel for the Dark Portal!”
“Please spare me, sir! I’ll do anything you want! I-I’ll even suck your big, virile orc cock…” she said in an oddly breathless tone.
“I said enough! I swear you’re more trouble than you’re worth.”
The three eavesdropping companions looked at each other, though not without a few raised eyebrows. “Huh, well sounds like someone could use our help.”
“Need I remind you,” hissed Whitemane with her voice lowered, “We are not here to rescue every poor unfortunate soul on this planet!”
Torgus shrugged. “Have a heart, Sally. And it’s not like we have much choice. They’re right in our way. You were just complaining about wasting our time, and now you want to turn back around?”
“And besides,” added Korlain with an agreeable nod, “We could use the help of a native. If anyone knows a way out, it’ll be someone whose dreamed every day of escape.”
Whitemane bared her teeth and snarled. “Fine! If you want to stick your neck out for a complete stranger, don’t come whining to me when it gets chopped off.”
But Torgus had already taken off running down the hall, ironically to do just what Whitemane warned might happen. The unsuspecting orc foreman barely even had time to turn around before a green mass of pure muscle descended upon him and separated his head from his shoulders with a clean slice of an axe. The severed noggin bounced off the ground and rolled until it clunked against the hooves of the woman they just saved. “Oh my!” she gasped, kicking away the head frightfully. “Wh-who are you people?”
“Sorry for startling you like that,” said Korlain as he entered the scene. Towering over the draenei, he bowed his head and extended a hand. “My name is Korlain. These are my friends Torgus and Whitemane. Nice to meet you.”
Her eyes were wide, more from curiosity than fear, and she promptly shook his hand. “I’m… I’m Yrel. I’ve never seen anybody like you before. Or you!” she said, spotting Whitemane sulking in the back. “And you look so very different than the other orcs around here.”
Torgus wiped off the blood covering his axe on the guard’s headless corpse. “Yeah, it’s kind of a long story.”
“We’re not from this world,” Whitemane blurted out with a sneer. “And if it’s alright with you, we’d like to get away from here as soon as possible.”
“I can’t say I blame you,” sighed Yrel. “My home has become like a nightmare. So many of my friends… Dead or kidnapped… Or worse! It’s all so terrible.”
The inquisitor crossed her arms and stared at her coldly. “Sucks to be them, but the longer we stand around the sooner we end up like them.”
“Sally!” chided Torgus. “That was unnecessary!”
“No, your friend is right.” Yrel bent over to pick up the dead orc’s sword, and neither of the men in the room could resist glancing at her plump posterior as she did so. “I may know a way out. I’ve heard some of the guards talk about a side passage nearby that they use for changing shifts. We may be able to sneak through.”
Korlain smiled at her. “That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day. Come on, let’s get out of here before someone comes to investigate the commotion.”
The party set off in search of this rumored exit with their new draenei friend in tow. Their progress was further hindered by increasingly more frequent guard patrols, a clear sign they were nearing the surface, but they had little trouble dealing with them as it turned out Yrel was quite a gifted fighter. She threw herself into combat fearlessly despite her lack of armor, perhaps confident in the fact that her faith in the Light would shield her from harm. Yet whenever they weren’t fighting for their lives, Yrel returned to her meek and mild self, following their lead timidly with furtive glances in Torgus’s direction.
Eventually the orc couldn’t help but take notice of her constant staring, and finally he spoke up about it. “Is something the matter?”
“N-no, it’s nothing! Well just that… I’ve never been around an orc that didn’t want to… Do things to me.”
Torgus raise an inquisitive eyebrow. “What sort of things?”
“Oh, well not me personally! But I’ve heard stories from the other prisoners. Rumors of what they do with innocent draenei maidens such as myself. Tied up and left in the barracks as breeding stock for their warriors, raped for days on end and forced to endure hours of unbearable pleasure until their wombs are spilling over with potent orc seed. Their minds and bodies broken until they’re little more than orcish playthings. Can you imagine such a sight?” asked Yrel, her thighs visibly pressing together as she spoke.
“Uhh, I guess?” responded Torgus with a shrug. “Never really been into the whole slave breeding thing myself. Not in any real rush to have little orclings run around if you know what I mean, but yeah it’s totally a thing with my people.”
“It is?” asked Yrel, her eyes wide and filled with curiosity.
The green orc nodded. “Oh yeah totally. It’s like a tradition. Comes from our nomadic roots I guess. Raid a nearby village, capture its women, propagate the species. Typical orc stuff.”
Korlain snorted a laugh through his nostrils. “And people say my kind are the barbarians.”
“It’s not barbaric! It’s nature!” protested Torgus. “Survival of the fittest and all that. Anyway, we stopped doing that a long time ago. Although I guess technically we are in that time long ago right now, so yeah it’s entirely possible.” He turned and shrugged at Yrel. “So uh yeah, sorry we did all that to ya.”
“O-oh, do not apologize! You’re not responsible for the despicable acts of this vile Iron Horde. I’m sure you would never force yourself upon me. Pin me down with those strong, muscular arms and despoil my womanhood with your big orc…” Yrel slowly trailed off as her mind dared to entertain such a fate, and she had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep herself from voicing the filthy thoughts in her mind.
While the young draenei was distracted, Korlain quickly nudged his friend with an elbow. “Something tells me you have an admirer.”
“Who?” asked Torgus. “Her? Nah, I’m sure she must have hit her head during the scuffle. Or maybe she’s got that thing that makes prisoners sympathize with their captors. Ya know, Stratholme Syndrome.”
“Uh huh,” said Korlain entirely unconvinced. “Something tells me that all this time spent with Whitemane has blinded you to other opportunities. Ya know, like how you wouldn’t have even fucked that blonde elf if she hadn’t tied you up and done it herself.”
“Nonsense!” Torgus gave a quick glance back at Yrel, then quickly turned around sheepishly when they made eye contact. “I mean… She’s certainly a looker, and it has been a while since I’ve last fucked a… Oh man, you ever been with a draenei, buddy?”
“Can’t say that I have.”
“Well they’re lots of fun! Plenty of things to hold onto in just about any position: the tail, the horns, the hooves… Kind of like tauren.”
“Don’t be getting any ideas,” grumbled Korlain. “It’s bad enough dealing with one of you horny bastards. I’m surprised she hasn’t torn your pants off yet and jumped onboard already.”
“Pfft, you’re talking nonsense. Draenei aren’t into that sort of stuff.” Torgus tilted his head as he thought back on family memories from long ago. “Although… That might explain some of dad’s old harem stories.”
That certain got a look out of Korlain, and the shaman stared blankly at his orcish friend in surprise. “I’m sorry, did you say harems?”
“I know, right? Sounds crazy but… Well don’t quote me on this, but I could have sworn old pop telling me tales of life back on Draenor. How they’d capture draenei women during raids and take them back home for… Well, you heard what Yrel said. Anyway, dad said they’d ransom the women back, but over time so many of them would return on their own until there was practically a harem of willing draenei breeders. Said they had become addicted to orc dick and couldn’t stay away.”
Korlain rolled his eyes. “I take it your father was on the frontline? Took a few hammers to the head?”
“I know it sounds crazy! I used to think the old man was just making up tall tales to make himself look good but… I mean just look at her.”
Both Horde glanced back at Yrel, and it was painfully obvious the young girl was in heat. Her long tail was swishing back and forth in visible excitement, but most telling were her plump lips panting with need and a set of diamond-hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of her shirt. Adding the disheveled hair that had gotten tousled during combat, not to mention her body’s generous curves, and Yrel looked a sultry sight that any hot-blooded male would have a hard time turning down. When Korlain looked back at his friend, Torgus was still drinking in the sight of the voluptuous draenei, particularly her thick, grabbable hips and both straining breasts trapped beneath that white shirt one size too small for the girl. The silence between them spoke volumes, and so Korlain simply chuckled and gave his friend another playful nudge as they walked onward.
A few minutes later and they were finally graced with the sight of waning sunlight. “There it is! We found it!” exclaimed Whitemane, who ran ahead in her haste to escape the suffocating darkness.
The others chased after her, but luckily there wasn’t a single foe in sight as they came upon the opening and poked their heads outside. They spotted a few ramshackle huts near the entrance and some scattered patrols, but for the most part it was as quiet as Yrel had suggested. When one patrol moved far enough away to expose a gap in their defenses, Korlain was quick to point it out. “There! We can make a break for it.”
As quickly and quietly as a lumbering tauren and heavily-armored orc could managed, the group sauntered through the Iron Horde camp as fast as possible. The clamorous snores of off-duty orcs sleeping within the tiny shacks did much to mask their movements, and all four of them were able to reach the other side with their enemy none the wiser. Once the danger was a good deal behind them, they all broke into a dead sprint and made for the jungle’s dense tree line.
Only after several minutes of running, all while ducking and weaving through the thick foliage, did they feel comfortable enough with the amount of distance between them and the Iron Horde to stop for a breather. “We did it!” exclaimed Torgus with an elated grin. “Piece of cake.”
“Don’t you dare jinx us now,” threatened Whitemane, who was busy picking twigs out of her chapeau. “We’re still on this Light-forsaken world, and I for one certainly won’t be celebrating until we’re back in Azeroth.”
Korlain smiled at the uncertain Yrel. “Pay no attention to her. I can’t tell you how much we appreciate your aid. You are, of course, more than welcome to stay with us until we can get out of this jungle.”
“Yes… I suppose that is for the best,” said Yrel, her eyes drifting toward Torgus just briefly before flicking back to Korlain. “I… Thank you for rescuing me.”
“The pleasure is all ours,” replied Korlain with a knowing smile at his orcish friend. “But the sun is getting low, and I think it’s best if we stay put for the night. Which means someone will need to gather firewood.”
“You go ahead and do that,” said Whitemane with a pout as she plopped down on a large gnarled root. “There’s no way I’m scrounging around in this vile jungle.”
Korlain stepped up and loomed over her seated form, hands sternly on his hips. “Oh yes you are. It is your turn to collect firewood after all, but I don’t think it wise for any of us to be alone.” He glanced over at Torgus and gave a quick wink. “We’ll split into pairs. You two set up camp while Whitemane and I get what we need.”
Whitemane balled her hands into fists and gave a guttural screech like a spoiled brat, but she knew better than to argue. She stood up and together the two of them set out further into the darkening wilderness, leaving Torgus and Yrel to roll out and start pitching the tents.
Korlain was pitching a tent of his own in his pants, but he waited until both he and Whitemane had traveled a good distance from the campsite before doing anything about it. When the inquisitor bent over to pick up a fallen branch, he came up from behind and revealed his erection by rubbing it against her barely-covered ass. Whitemane immediately shot back up and moved to spin around. “Korlain! What are you—Oh!” She froze when he wrapped her up in a great bear hug and roughly mauled her chest. The simmering flame of passion that lay ever dormant immediately ignited within Whitemane, and she melted into his arms. “My goodness,” she gasped. “What’s gotten into you? You’re rarely so forward, Korlain.”
“That’s because I hardly ever get a chance with Torgus monopolizing you all the time.” His large cow tongue rolled out and licked a long, wet trail along her neck. “Now I’ve got you all to myself.”
“Aww, are you jealous?” She cooed appreciatively at his attention on her breasts and neck but wore a wicked smiled all the while. “That’s adorable.”
“Not jealous, just polite.”
“Well I hope not so polite that you won’t stretch out a girl’s pussy with that fat bull-cock she loves so much.” When Whitemane moved to pull away, Korlain made no effort to hold her back just so he could watch her bend over at the waist and place her hands up against a nearby tree. Then, with her legs spread wide for him, she reached back and pulled aside her bodysuit to expose her bright pink and very wet snatch.
“I was going to fuck your ass,” said Korlain with a grin as he stepped up and slapped his massive cock down on her juicy rump, delighting in the way the fat flesh jiggled.
“But you always fuck me in the—Ahhh!” Whitemane’s eyes immediately rolled to the top of her skull as her pussy was stuffed with more dick than she could have possibly hoped for. Although far more used to orc cock by that point, her tight snatch never the less readily stretched to its absolute limit in order to accommodate her tauren lover, to the point where even her gushing juices couldn’t escape the seal around his shaft. “By the holy Light! I can’t believe I always forget how big you are!”
She was answered by a chuckle from behind. “It’s the most curious thing,” said Korlain as he began thrusting into her cunt, sawing back and forth with just a few inches to better ease her into it. “Just when I think I’ve finally fucked you loose, you always seem to tighten right back up after a few days.”
“Ohh! Don’t act like you’re – Hyaah! – complaining!” The inquisitor’s fingers curled and pointed nails dug into the tree for better leverage as she thrust back against him, eager to take his full length as soon as possible. “Stop holding back! G-give me that fucking dick!”
Instead of a terse reply, Korlain merely grunted and gave the slut what she wanted. With one effortless thrust, he pushed as much of his bull-cock into her tiny human pussy as he could fit, until his flared cockhead pressed against her unyielding cervix. Whitemane’s tongue instantly flopped out of her mouth and she threw her head back in a screeching howl as she came on the spot. Nonsensical babbling and curses dribbled from her lips, as well as a good amount of drool, from her sharp mind turning into carnal mush. The only thing holding her up was the turgid shaft impaling her body and the amorous tauren humping her up against the tree.
“You sure didn’t last long,” mumbled Korlain. He swung his hand down across her ass, leaving a glowing red handprint on a single pale cheek. “But don’t think for a second I’m anywhere close to done with you.”
“Yesshhh,” slurred Whitemane sloppily as she struggled to process anything in her pleasure-ridden mind outside the cock reaming her insides. “More… More!”
Korlain reached forward and placed a domineering palm on the back of her head, knocking aside the Scarlet chapeau, and then pushed her pleasure-stricken face up against the tree to slobber all over the rough bark. Whitemane squealed at the degrading treatment, and her legs wobbled like jelly as another orgasm ripped through her body. Every time he pulled out, a spurt of Whitemane’s gushing juices would spray across both the jungle floor and Korlain’s crotch, further lubricating each punishing yet pleasurable thrust up her overflowing honeypot. Unfettered moans rang out, punctuated by the meaty smacks of tauren hips against her thick, cushiony ass.
Back at the campsite, an awkward silence lingered between orc and draenei as both recent acquaintances sat across from each other. The tents and bedding had been easy enough to unpack, and now all they had left to do was wait for the other half of their party to arrive and start the fire. The discomfort between Torgus and Yrel was made all the worse by the obvious sexual tension, and they tried their best to pretend it didn’t exist by trying to mind their own business only to accidentally make eye contact and quickly look away with matching blushes.
It was Yrel who broke the silence by finally figuring out a conversation starter that wasn’t just straight-up begging for his dick. “I couldn’t help but notice you travel with strange companions.”
“Strange?” Torgus scratched at his chin. “I suppose to you. Back on my world, they’re quite common. Especially the humans.”
“Hu… Mans?” asked Yrel.
“That’s what Whitemane is. A human. They’re literally everywhere.”
“Oh, I see. The woman.” Yrel paused but then quickly blurted out her next question. “Are you two… Mates?”
“Mates? Oh no, of course not!” Torgus’s green cheeks turned red from embarrassment. “I mean… We fool around a lot, but we’re really more like fuck buddies.”
“Fuck… Buddies?” asked Yrel, more confused now than ever.
“It’s just casual. The sex I mean. Me and Korlain both share her. Often at the same time!”
The curious draenei took the startling revelation rather well, her eyes searching his as she processed everything. “I think I understand. So this Whitemane… She would not take issue if you were to, um, fuck another woman?”
“Probably not,” said Torgus with a shrug. “It kind of happens a lot, and she hasn’t said anything about it yet.”
“I see…” Yrel trailed off, hands folded in her lap as she chewed on her bottom lip nervously. Clearly she had something on her mind, and the draenei hesitated for several long seconds before finally summoning the courage. “Then… If I may, I would like to make a request.” She stood up and approached him, now full of confidence. “I would also like to be your fuck buddy!”
“Uhh… Excuse me?”
“I don’t mean to be rude! It’s just that…” Yrel glowing eyes drifted down toward his crotch and the clear bulge that he sported. “I can’t stop thinking about it! Ever since I heard those rumors… And then when you confirmed them! I’ve never felt this way before, so needy and… Wet. Like I’d forsake everything I’ve ever known just to get a taste… But only casually, like you said! Just to see what it’s like.” She kneeled down between Torgus’s legs and tentatively touched a fingertip against his straining erection. “So… Please? Will you give me what I need?”
There was simply no way Torgus could possibly turn down such a request, and all at once his latent orcish instincts kicked in with such a delicious draenei offering before him. In answer to her request, both green hands shot out and wrapped themselves around her perfectly-curved handlebar horns then forcibly pulled her face right down into his crotch. Yrel instantly spiraled into cock-drunk lust as his overwhelming musk permeated her nostrils and spiked the rampaging hormones clouding her mind. She whimpered softly and automatically her tongue flicked out to taste him, but all she met was the rough fabric of his trousers.
“Is this what you want?” growled Torgus as he held Yrel with her nose pressed against his bulge. “You want this dick?”
“Y-yes!” she whispered. “Please don’t tease me!”
“Then you’ll do what I say.” He let go of her horns and motioned for her to stand up. As soon as she did, Torgus rolled up her tight shirt and eyed both naked tits hungrily when they dropped free with a perfect little jiggle. Quickly he swooped in and ran his tongue across the blue flesh, making the needy draenei shiver with arousal at the cooling, wet touch of his tongue. Moans flowed freely from her lips as Torgus lapped away at a pert nipple followed by an even longer moan when he wrapped his mouth around it and nipped with his teeth. Yrel placed her hands atop his head, fingers threading through his dark hair as he ravished her sensitive breasts.
However Yrel was indeed as wet as she had claimed, and Torgus could smell her arousal so strongly that it was distracting him from fully enjoying his meal. The scent of a draenei female in heat only made his erection all the more painful within its linen prison. There was only one solution to this problem, and it was to fully embrace the legacy of his ancestors and claim this wanton mare. With a harsh growl, he pulled off Yrel’s stiff nipple and shoved her onto the floor. Caught completely off guard, the young girl yelped in surprise and moved to pick herself back up but froze when she saw him quickly divest himself of his clothing. She was so distracted by the sight of his naked green body, not to mention the massive object of her desire hanging between his legs, that she completely neglected to remove her own clothing. Thankfully, Torgus took charge of his duties and forcefully yanked the pants off her curved legs, at last exposing her drenched womanhood.
As much as she wanted this, Yrel couldn’t help the amount of shame she felt at being so exposed to a stranger she had only met a few hours ago, and quickly she tried to close her legs and hide her nakedness. But Torgus wasn’t having it, and he sternly seized both ankles and pried her open for him. “None of that. If you want this, I expect you to behave.”
Yrel’s face burned when he chastised her, but she nodded obediently. Once again, and not for the last time, the young priestess-in-training had to remind herself that this is what she wanted. It was embarrassing, but more than that she felt a surge of excitement and anticipation stronger than any lingering doubt. Her body relaxed slightly, no longer fighting against his touch, and she allowed herself to give into these strange new feelings.
Torgus didn’t waste any more time. Despite their previous conversation, it was clear the bitch wanted to be mated, and he certainly couldn’t deny that the idea had incredible appeal at the moment. Precum dribbled from his cockhead and spilled across Yrel’s toned belly as he knelt down, which made the draenei shudder from the realization of her filthy fantasy come true. Torgus pushed forward and folded the girl’s flexible body in half until her hips lifted just slightly off the ground at the perfect angle. Then, without a single moment of hesitation, he thrust downward and impaled Yrel’s soft pussy in an effortless mating press. The full length of his cock parted her depths so easily, all due to her sopping arousal, and even he couldn’t hold back a pleasurable sigh from finally getting his dick wet after a long day of evading death. Pinned against the floor Torgus’s hard body and even harder cock, Yrel howled out in sheer bliss at her sudden yet very welcome deflowering.
Now balls-deep in the moaning girl, Torgus gave a few test pumps with his hips. “Hmm, tight but easier than I thought. Guess you weren’t a virgin after all.”
“I-I am,” whimpered Yrel as a flood of pleasurable emotions assaulted her mind and body. “It’s just that between all the hard labor—Ahh!” Yrel gave a sudden moan when Torgus grinded his hips into hers, rubbing his flared cockhead up against her cervix and smacking his cum-heavy balls against her ass. “Ohh, you’re so deep!”
Torgus had never before felt such a desperate and needy pussy clenched around his cock. Right from the onset she was already pulsating around him in a steady rhythm to try coaxing him into spilling his seed as soon as possible. It was so wanton, so slutty, and absolutely not at all what he expected from this supposedly-pure draenei maiden. The sensation only made Torgus’s cock swell even harder and thicker, pushing out her inner walls further, which Yrel felt all too well. “What… What is happening?” she mewled dizzily. “I feel so full…”
“You’re being fucked. The way you deserve,” he added, “Like a breeding sow.”
“But you’re so big! How?” Yrel wasn’t given much time to think about it as a follow-up thrust made her toss her head back with a keening wail of delight. Any previous attempts at maintaining her façade as an innocent priestess were dashed away as Yrel couldn’t hold back the whorish moans that bubbled up from her throat. The massive orc cock continued to pump away at her sweltering cunt, opening the draenei up to new limits of pleasure that she never thought possible. Both legs shook high above with each deep thrust, punctuated by a wanton gasp of bliss.
“Orcs are made for two things,” grunted Torgus as he pounded the whimpering draenei into the ground. “Fighting and breeding little blue sluts who know their place. And do you know what draenei were made for?” he asked while he grabbed her by the hooves and pushed then up closer toward her head. The next downward thrust slammed himself up against her womb, painting it white with the first spurt of hot seed. “Taking orc dick!”
“Yes! Yes! I-I understand now!” Yrel shuddered wholly out of control as he pumped her pussy again and again, each following thrust shunt more of that delicious thick cream further inside. The warm, gooey sensation of being inseminated by such a powerful male was unlike anything she had ever felt before, but in that moment she knew she could never go back to a life without it. “By the Light, you’re filling my womb! I’m going to get pregnant with your half-breed bastard!” gasped Yrel as her legs locked up overhead and her back arched upward in a deep curve. Both eyes rolled back from the full-body orgasm that drowned out her senses just as easily as Torgus’s cum drowned her pussy.
But the former virgin was about to experience the short refractory period of an orc firsthand, and Torgus quickly pulled out just long enough to reposition her for the next round. Yrel, still in the throes of her climax, was like putty in his hands, and when he turned the dazed draenei around onto her hands and knees, she promptly fell forward with her head down. Yet all that mattered to Torgus was her raised ass, and so he wasted no time in re-sheathing himself back in her sloppy, cum-filled hole before too much could spill out. “Yeah well there’s more where that came from,” he growled. “Let’s make it a set of twins.”
“M-more?! I don’t think I can take it!” cried out Yrel as her body was rocked back and forth from his unstoppable thrusts. Her delicate breasts smushed down against the soft yet thin bedroll that Torgus had the courtesy of placing her on, but the slight tingling pain only accentuated the overwhelming pleasure washing over her. She had approached Torgus confident that they would be making love as equals, but now she realized he was treating her like a proper cocksleeve. The very idea of it made her cunt burn even hotter and clench around his plunging cock in full acceptance of her place.
“You will take it.” Torgus reached down and spread her asscheeks to get a better look at her blue pussy as it took every green inch, and he was quite pleased to see the smattering of his off-white cum as it spurted out of her sloppy hole. It was his favorite sight in the whole world. Though Yrel’s womb was well saturated, each thrust pumped out a good amount of the excessive load until it was running down her inner thighs. “What a naughty girl,” chided Torgus. “That cum was a gift, and now you’re wasting it all over the floor.”
Yrel’s eyes crossed with every thrust that pushed her closer and closer to the next big release. “I’m s-sorry!” she cried out shamelessly, her hands balling into fists in some vain attempt to hold herself together through the mind-numbing ecstasy. By now she had gotten so worked up that her long tail was whipping back and forth crazily, lashing across Torgus’s chiseled abs with just enough force to be mildly irritating. Yet it took no effort at all, and certainly didn’t slow down his assault on her pussy, to grab the offending limb just a few inches above her ass. “Ahh, m-my tail! Don’t!”
“Don’t what?” asked Torgus with a sinister grin. “Don’t do this?” He pulled on it, not hard enough to really hurt but just enough to apply discomforting pleasure. Yrel immediately gave out a gurgling moan that reminded him of the sound Whitemane made whenever her choked her during their rougher sessions. Emboldened by the response, he yanked again on Yrel’s tail, and this time he was rewarded with a tight squeeze of her inner walls around his cock. With a slap across her ass with his other hand, Torgus chuckled at the moaning draenei. “You really are a nasty girl.”
But Yrel didn’t even have the presence of mind to protest his accusation. The degrading and rough handling of her body awakened a kink she never knew she had, and Yrel barely even had time to understand the repercussions before spiraling into another powerful orgasm. With a choking scream, she came for a second time even without the help of Torgus’s ejaculation, though her spasming pussy tried to milk it from him all the same. Instead of gracing her womb with another load, Torgus instead keep a firm hold on her tail and slammed himself balls-deep. There he held to enjoy her tight warmth while also forcing Yrel to feel every throbbing inch as spiraled beyond the point of new return, fully giving herself into pleasures of the flesh.
When her body finally stilled, Yrel simply rested with her cheek pressed against the mat, her lips parted from heavy panting in some futile attempt to regain some semblance of normalcy. Yet there was still more fun to be had with his new draenei pet and so, rather than give her a reprieve, Torgus rolled over onto his back and pulled the shivering girl with him until she was firmly straddling his lap. Then he possessively wrapped both hands around her narrow waist and pumped her along his cock like a living sextoy, delighting in the way she squeaked and squealed under his touch.
“W-wait! Slow down!” pleaded Yrel. Her thighs clamped instinctively around his body, and she leaned forward to plant both hands onto his chest for balance. However once she stabilized, Yrel found herself eagerly bouncing her hips along with him without a second thought. Each time she sank down, a whorish gasp escaped from her lips from the sheer delight of how well he filled her up. “You’re breaking my pure draenei body with your big orc cock!” she cried out with emphasis, her body tingling just from speaking the truth.
Torgus reached back and planted a loud spank across Yrel’s blue buttocks, which earned a yelp of glee from the girl. “Is that why you’re riding me like a seasoned whore? You want my cock that badly?”
Yrel shook her head, but she couldn’t stop herself from betraying her answer by continuing to gyrate her curvy, voluptuous body atop his own muscular form. “No! You’re j-just using me to satisfy your primal lusts!”
“And what about you?” asked Torgus with a great big grin as he watched the young draenei priestess debase herself. “Admit it, you love this. All that talk about serving the Light was just a front to hide the truth that you’ve been waiting for a strong orc to claim your body and make you his broken breeding bitch.”
“Hyahh!” Yrel’s bright blue eyes rolled back in her head as she climaxed on the spot. Torgus’s dirty talk had hit a trigger point deep within the draenei’s dark psyche, and she came helplessly all over his cock at the very thought of his seed impregnating her. She pictured a twisted fantasy of herself serving as little more than a living incubator in an orcish village for the rest of her days. Yrel had spent her life dutifully worshiping the Light, but now all she could imagine was a strong male rutting into her pussy, blue belly swollen with a half-breed, as many more faceless, anonymous orcs waited in line to use her next. The heavy weight of Torgus’s cum still roiled within her womb, yet she couldn’t help but wonder how it might feel to receive so many more from men whose names she might never know. Deep down, despite how good it felt to be dominated by Torgus’s raw masculinity, she feared that one orc may never be enough.
A sharp pull on her hips and Yrel was brought back to the real world and the orc whose cock she was still riding wholly on her own by now. Torgus’s hands had slide down to caress her thick thighs, holding her steady throughout the sordid act, yet Yrel couldn’t bring herself to stop. Her head rolled back in surrender as a smaller yet all the more welcome release rippled outward from her core. She knew that all she had to do was stop and it could all be over, but she didn’t want to stop. Not until she earned another load. “He’s tamed me,” Yrel realized all too late, “And it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“I can’t stop cumming! You’re making me your b—” The word hitched in Yrel’s throat, afraid to come out in fear that mere utterance would suddenly make it fact. Yet such an outcome was already a foregone conclusion, and all that remained was for Yrel to accept it in her own mind. With a gurgling moan, Yrel’s eyes rolled back in her head as another fierce orgasm ripped through her body. “B-bitch! I’m your slutty draenei bitch!”
Torgus’s hand immediately flew back to her hips, and he held onto her flailing body as he thrust upward. “Yes you are! And good bitches get knocked up!” he declared with a roar, hilting himself once more and blasting her snatch with that hot cum she craved.
“Do it! Breed me!” pleaded Yrel as she shivered in orgasmic joy. “Claim my womb with your seed!” As if she needed to ask. Each following spurt of cum up her snatch was wholly out of Torgus’s control by now, but that didn’t stop Yrel from slamming herself down to the base to coax even more lifegiving cream from his balls. Every pulse, every gooey rope that stuck to her inner walls sent a shiver down Yrel’s spine. Nothing could ever compare to the sheer pleasure of being filled with cum – not duty, not charity, not even the Light itself. And even when her orgasm finally simmered and Yrel’s rationale mind came back from the brink of ecstasy, she didn’t regret a single thing. All of it was still true purely on sole virtue how good she felt: wet, sticky, and fully satisfied.
Slowly and carefully Yrel lifted up her hips, biting her bottom lip at the way her tender pussy still clung to his semi-hard cock, until he came free with a wet squelch. All at once a great deluge of cum poured out from her hole, but she had been so thoroughly loosened and gaped by his massive girth that there was never any real hope of keeping all the loose seed inside. Yrel already knew what to do without even being told, and she lowered her head into Torgus’s lap and started to hungrily lick up all cum that had just fallen from her pussy. It tasted divine, though she still would have preferred to have its warmth inside her belly. She had made a proper mess of Torgus’s crotch, yet Yrel refused to shy away from cleaning him of both any remaining cum and her own nectar.
Though Torgus could have easily stopped her and gone for another round, he leaned back with both arms behind his head and was content to let the thirsty draenei drink her fill. Yrel lavished his softening cock with praise, planting soft kisses on his tip just so she could lap up the trickle of cum still pouring forth. She hummed happily each time she swallowed down the salty treat, always going back for more until her mouth had wrapped around his large nuts, dainty nose pressed into the root of his cock, as soft sucking noises filled the campsite. Her oral service went on for minutes and slowly reawakened his massive shaft, which Yrel eyed hungrily with a greedy lick of her lips.
Yet before she could take the next step, both lovers were startled by the rustling of leaves at the edge of their camp. Torgus looked around desperately for his axe, but he gave a sigh of relief when the intruders revealed themselves as only Whitemane and Korlain. “Oh… Sally, it’s you.” His eyes suddenly went wide and he sat up on the bedroll with Yrel still sucking away at his cock. “Sally, it’s you!”
“What in the world is going on here?!” she screamed in a shrill voice, a tone that Torgus recognized all too well. “I can’t even leave you alone for five seconds without you getting your cock inside the nearest hole!”
“It’s okay,” said Yrel as she slurped her mouth off his green dick only long enough to respond. “We’re fuck buddies now! Just like you.” Then she immediately went back, her cheeks bulging outward lewdly as she blew Torgus right in front of their audience without the slightest hint of shame.
Whitemane’s jaw fell open in shock, but as she watched the filthy scene playing out before them, her eyes narrowed in spite. “Is that so? Just like that, huh?”
“I guess so,” said Torgus sheepishly as he made no effort to stop Yrel from debasing herself further on his dick. She attacked him with a ravenous hungry, a long-dormant lust awakening with a fury, as her tail flicked from side to side contently. But Torgus was distracted momentarily as he spied a telltale trickle of cum running down the inside of Whitemane’s thigh. “So uhh… You guys have fun collecting that firewood?” he asked.
Korlain grinned knowingly. “One of us got plenty of wood alright.”
The inquisitor sputtered, caught in between the embarrassment of being catch red-handed in their tryst and the anger what her orcish companion had just done behind her back. “I… Well I mean we…” Whitemane eventually settled on anger, righteous anger that demanded retribution, and she slowly stalked toward the two lovers with Yrel none the wiser of the woman coming up from behind as she slobbered all over Torgus’s cock. “Alright then, if that’s how it’s going to be…”
Torgus went to bed that night without his usual supper, metaphorically speaking. Though they all ate their meals together that night under the dense canopy of Tanaan trees, the entire party did so in complete silence. Furtive glances and awkward stares were the only form of communication exchanged between them. The one exception was Yrel, who still carried herself with that hopeful optimism that she had brought to the party since her rescue, though now it was tinged with a devious intent. While she remained ignorant to the tension that had formed between Whitemane and Torgus, the young draenei kept her gaze firmly locked upon the bulge between her orc fling’s legs that she had so recently become addicted to. It had taken a lot of convincing to pry the ravenously-thirsty draenei off her new “fuck buddy” as she called him, but even she had to admit that her own body had become weak from hunger.
It was a quiet dinner made all the worst by Torgus’s inability to fully grasp the foreboding he now felt, almost as if he were suddenly caught between a rock and a hard place. Of course there was no problem that couldn’t be solved with a good swing of the axe, but he did feel a little out of his league in this matter. Rather than her usual fiery self, Whitemane now seemed rather cold toward him. “Must be the food,” reasoned Torgus, since it surely couldn’t be anything he had done. Then he glanced over toward Yrel to find the priestess quietly chewing her food while her glowing eyes fixated firmly upon his crotch, and already Torgus could tell that she was plotting all sorts of filthy actions between the two of them in the very near future.
It had been the inquisitor who broke up the two newly-acquainted lovers and insisted an end to their coitus. Sure, she made some rational arguments, like the late hour and need to finish setting up their camp, but Torgus could tell something was different about this time. Both he and Korlain had fucked other woman in the past and Whitemane never had any objections about those. In fact, there was even that time she had goaded them into ravaging Paletress! But for some reason, she had a completely different reaction upon her discovery of Yrel slurping away at his cock with a pussy full of orc spunk.
The warrior shook his head clear of these troublesome thoughts. It would do no good to dwell on the matter, and already he could feel the early formation of a headache as a result of too much thinking in such a short amount of time. Torgus looked over at Korlain, met the tauren’s gaze, and could immediately tell that similar thoughts weighed heavily upon his friend’s mind. But rather than dare break the silence and voice his concerns, Korlain simply shrugged in the orc’s direction. “Geez… Since when did open sex with so many women get so complicated?!” wondered Torgus with a forlorn sigh.
It was finally time to turn in for the night, and Torgus – as he had done every night since they first started their adventure together – approached the tent that he shared with Whitemane, only to be stopped short by the inquisitor herself. “Just where do you think you’re going?” she asked with narrowed eyes.
“Uhh... To bed?” he asked, thoroughly confused. But to ease the tension, he gave Whitemane his best loveable-goof grin. “And maybe a little… You know…” said Torgus with a suggestive wink.
But Whitemane’s glare didn’t waver. “No, I don’t think so.” She crawled into the tent, inadvertently giving her spurned lover a fantastic glimpse of her ass, then spun around and stuck her head out of the opening. “Korlain is taking your spot tonight. You’ll just have to find somewhere else to sleep… Perhaps with your new best friend?” she suggested rather firmly before disappearing inside.
“Her?” Torgus turned back to look at Yrel, who had just now finished setting up her own tent. “I guess I could… But then neither of us would be getting much sleep,” he muttered idly, clearly oblivious to the effect it would have.
However Whitemane certainly caught on, and she poked her head back out just to give him one final nasty scowl. “Whatever! Good night, Torgus!” And then she crawled back into the tent.
“Sorry buddy,” said Korlain. He gave his orc friend a pat on the back before following the healer inside. “I’m sure everything will straighten out in the morning.”
“I guess…” With a sigh, Torgus gave one last look at the tent that may as well have borne a sign that stated “no orcs allowed,” and then he walked over to join Yrel with his shoulders sagging dejectedly.
Inside, Whitemane had already stripped down and donned her sleepwear, a silky scarlet-red nightgown that didn’t leave much to the imagination. It certainly caught Korlain’s attention, but he quickly averted his gaze as soon as she fixed her scowl upon him. When he began to undress, Whitemane watched him without the usual appreciation she had for his body but rather a bored look of disinterest. Like orcs, tauren were naturally muscular, but her sour mood wasn’t at all receptive to the glorious sight of his rippling biceps or prominent pectorals. Even when his huge bull-cock flopped out, Whitemane didn’t so much as blink. Her mind was too preoccupied with Torgus and whatever spiteful punishment she could plan for him next. So rather than instantly throw herself upon one of her Horde boytoys in lustful passion, she merely stewed in her own rage.
Far be it from Korlain to interrupt his healer’s inner thoughts, but neither did he want to fall asleep next to a woman scorned. Besides, he wanted to do whatever he could to smooth out tension between his two friends, so Korlain resorted to the one thing that was guaranteed to always put Whitemane in a better mood: sex. “So… Do you want to… You know?”
“No,” grumbled Whitemane. She didn’t give him a nasty look or a lecture. Instead, she just turned over onto her side and put her back to Korlain. “I have a headache.”
Korlain just nodded, not willing to press the issue. The last thing he needed was to get kicked out like Torgus. “Yeah, got it. Your call.”
They both closed their eyes and prepared to fall asleep. The complete silence of the jungle night descended over the camp, broken only occasionally by the distant trilling of nocturnal birds. It was some much welcome tranquility after a stressful day filled with near-death experiences from the pursuit of the Iron Horde. Now, tucked safely within their tent, all of Korlain and Whitemane’s worries melted away and their minds slowly drifted into that peaceful embrace of slumber… Only to be suddenly interrupted by the nearby sound of wet and noisy slurping.
“Do you hear that?” asked Korlain cautiously in the darkness of their tent.
“No. I most certainly don’t,” insisted Whitemane through clenched teeth. It was a bold-faced lie. She could hear everything loud and clear, along with an intermittent giggle.
Both Korlain and Whitemane could make an accurate guess as to what could be causing that noise, and it continued for at least a full minute before ending abruptly. Once the fragile silence again ruled the camp, they dared assumed that they’d finally be able to sleep, but their hopes were dashed away by a loud, ear-piercing shriek.
“By the Naaru… You’re so big! Your humungous orc dick is stretching out my poor pussy!” There was no denying now what was happening and who was doing it just a few meters away. Though a naïve virgin up until just a couple hours ago, Yrel was already quickly catching onto all the proper lingo necessary for an insatiable cock-hungry slut, and she was quite eager to narrative every single thing being done to her. “Fuck me! Fill me! Ravage me with your cock!” All of which was followed immediately by the very distinct sound of heavy balls smacking against tender flesh. Likely her fat, blue ass due by the unique cadence.
A low, throaty growl came from Whitemane. “For the love of…” She grabbed a throw pillow and quickly stuffed it over her head to drown out the sounds of raucous sex. And though it was slightly muffled, she could still hear with absolute clarity every ball-slapping, womb-smashing thrust of orc dick bottoming out inside draenei pussy.
Meanwhile, Korlain just continued to lie on his back and stare upward. “They’re, uhh… Really going at it,” he said.
“Oh yeah? Well two can play at that game!” Whitemane tossed away the pillow and climbed atop Korlain’s body to straddle his hips. Since she never wore panties to bed and her nightgown was so short, her bare sex was already rubbing directly against Korlain’s soft member. As an ardent worshipper of the Earthmother, he always slept in the nude. “Get hard. Right now,” she demanded. “We’re doing this.”
Who could resist such an order? Korlain’s cock instantly sprung to life at her beck and call. “Yes ma’am!” he said with a wide grin. “Do you want to change positions or…?”
“Shut up,” she grumbled. With the sounds of frantic lovemaking still emanating from the nearby tent, Whitemane firmly gripped the tauren’s shaft so as to hold him steady while she descended upon it. “I just need to… F-fuck!” Even though this was straightforward revenge sex, the inquisitor couldn’t hold back the same cry of bliss that she made every time his huge cock filled her up. “Oh fuck…” she whimpered, her thighs trembling from the sheer amount of tauren meat stuffed inside her cunt. “Just give me a second to adjust…”
But meanwhile, Torgus and Yrel were doing anything but taking it slow. If anything, the frenzied pace at which the orc was slamming into his moaning cocksleeve only increased. “More, more, more!” cried out Yrel in the throes of passion.
With a grunt of determination, Whitemane pushed herself down the full length of Korlain’s shaft until her thighs pressed flush against his hips. Sweat drops of exertion were already rolling down her brow and every single breath was a struggle to take in. She could even look downward and see the slight bump in her stomach from the absurd cock that was never meant for her human anatomy. Whitemane tried to lift herself back up, but her tight pussy lips refused to let go. “Ugh… Why is your stupid dick so freakishly big?!”
“You know you like it,” chuckled Korlain with a gentle slap upon her ass.
“I told you to shut up!” snarled Whitemane before pouring all her focus back into fucking herself upon his cock. Though he had a clear size advantage over her petite body, Korlain immediately stiffened and quieted himself. There wasn’t much in this world that scared the shaman, but an angry Whitemane was definitely one of them. So instead he kept his peace and just watched the frustrated healer try her best to ride him.
It was a dance they had performed many times before, yet suddenly Whitemane found herself struggling. Perhaps in part because she was too preoccupied with listening to see how far along Torgus and Yrel were in their sordid lusts so that she could match them, but also because sex for the sake of spite didn’t quite have the same rhythm to it. “Dumb blue bimbo,” groused Whitemane. “With her stupid cow tits… Thinks she can get the best of me… Just you watch!”
But no matter how much Whitemane pushed herself, she couldn’t match the pace set by the rambunctious pair. Korlain was simply too big for her to handle. She had always relied upon him to take control – such as their tryst just a few hours ago when he fucked her in the jungle. Now that Whitemane was in the driver’s seat, so to speak, she couldn’t find the strength or leverage to properly ride her beefy lover. Not with every inch of her supple body shivering in bone-melting pleasure from the oversized cock pulsing within her hot twat. “Haaangh… I will… make you… cum, dammit!”
However, Whitemane wouldn’t have to worry much longer about winning that imaginary race she had imposed in her own mind because she immediately lost it. “Cum inside me again!” begged Yrel. “Breed me, Torgus! Make me your dirty draenei sex slave!” Shortly thereafter, a high-pitched squeal split the night as Yrel got exactly what she wanted. “Ahhh! There’s too much! M-my pussy is drowning in your seed! It’s soooo gooood!”
Though she couldn’t see it, Whitemane could perfectly imagine in her head the sight of all that delicious orc cum that she coveted rushing into another woman’s eager womb. It was a grand injustice. Not to be outdone, Whitemane delivered her ultimatum. “Cum,” she growled at Korlain. “Now.”
The gentle giant raised an eyebrow at her. “That’s not how this works. We just started.”
“By the Light, you are so useless. All I need from you is to cum on command, and you can’t even do that! If Torgus were fucking me, he would certainly be able to – Hyaa-aah!”
Whitemane’s incessant bitching was cut short when Korlain suddenly wrapped a big, meaty hand around her slim waist and gripped her as easily and effortless as the hilt of a sword. The tiny human gasped, suddenly remembering that she was merely a toy in comparison to the hulking tauren. A fact that was very easy to forget when one is entirely focused on petty revenge sex. But Korlain was more than eager to remind Whitemane just exactly where they stood in this relationship: he was the bull and she was the bitch. And whenever the bitch got a bit too surly, sometimes the best solution was just to fuck her brains out.
If Whitemane had any objections about such rough treatment, they were immediately fucked out of her head as soon as Korlain pulled her down and slammed his cockhead against the back of her pussy. A keening screech, loud enough to wake the dead, echoed throughout the jungle, and for the briefest of moments even the provocative noises coming from Torgus and Yrel’s tent ceased as they paused to listen. They were soon treated to an orchestra of screams and moans as Korlain began to pump his healslut up and down his shaft like a proper sex toy, and Whitemane could do nothing but roll her eyes back and take it.
“Fuuuuck.” Whitemane groaned while struggling to cling to any remaining sanity and not just let her tongue hang out like a sloppy, cock-drunk bitch. “Your filthy Horde cock is splitting me apart! G-give it to me, you mongrel!” she cried out to ensure her audience knew exactly what was happening. Even with such a wonderful dick tearing her apart, Whitemane wasn’t about to let it dampen her inner fire, and that was just the way they both liked it. Though she wasn’t aware of much, the inquisitor could just barely discern the slight grin on Korlain’s face as he began to bounce her harder on his turgid member. “Ugh! Gyaah! I-is this what you call a – Oooooohh!” Whitemane’s eyes suddenly crossed and her babbling mouth reformed into a perfect O-shape once Korlain fully hilted himself inside and unleashed the first burst of a searing hot cum bath. And it was at that moment Whitemane knew she was done for. She could endure a lot of things, but a thick gooey creampie was not one of them.
Loud, audible squirting sounds could be heard from the sheer force of Korlain’s ejaculation inside her cunt, as well as the occasional plap-plap of his cockhead smacking against her receptive cervix. In a true signal of defeat, Whitemane went completely limp in his grasp and surrendered herself to his mercy throughout the rest of her ruinous orgasm. Her slender, sweat-slickened body twitched and quivered helplessly in the throes of passion, and her face was nothing like the scowling visage it usually wore. Instead, messy tears of bliss stained her prominent cheekbones and those full, pouty, dick-sucking lips were curled upward in a tipsy expression of cum-drunk satisfaction. “Guh-good boy…” she muttered sleepily even as her pussy shuddered in the final lingering traces of her climax to milk every last drop from his cock.
With his job done, Korlain gingerly lifted Whitemane up – careful to immediately push her legs shut in order to prevent too much of the creampie from pouring out – and laid her ragdoll body back at her place by his side. Even before she touched the bedding, Whitemane had already dozed off into a peaceful sleep, every ounce of energy utterly sapped from her small form. Korlain gave her a look over to make sure she was alright before pulling the blanket up over her and collapsing onto his back with a heavy sigh. Though he’d never admit, for all his legendary tauren stamina even he had a hard time matching Whitemane sometimes when she really got going. But the deed was done, and once again that still silence had covered the entire campsite. It seemed as though the other pair had succeeded in getting their rocks off and were ready to turn in for the night. “Finally,” grumbled Korlain as his own weary eyes fluttered shut, “Some peace and quiet…”
When the sun rose the next morning, Korlain rose with it as per his normal routine. While Torgus and Whitemane preferred to sleep in a bit longer, their tauren friend was always the first to awaken, often for the sake of preparing a hearty breakfast to start the day properly. It was during these quiet mornings, when dew was still fresh on the leaves and birds were chirping in their nests, that he felt most connected to the nature that his people revered. Korlain enjoyed the company of his friends well enough, but he also cherished those moments of solitude whenever he could find them. And so, still completely in the buff just as when he had fallen asleep with Whitemane the night previously, he stepped out of his tent and exposed all his natural, masculine glory to the open air of Draenor. And to one other observer as well.
In his sleepy morning haze, Korlain had completely forgotten that their trio had taken on one other guest, and he never even considered what her morning ritual might be. And thus Yrel, kneeling in quiet contemplation by the charred husk of their campfire, raised her head upon his arrival and instantly got a big eyeful of Korlain Junior. “Oh… Oh my!” she gasped.
Korlain was knocked out of his languor like he had been slapped across the face. “Huh?! My apologies!” he stammered and quickly lowered both hands to cover his shame. “I didn’t think anyone else would be awake!”
Even though she had already been caught fornicating with Torgus twice, it seemed as though Yrel still possessed some modicum of modesty. The gentle blue tones of her face exploded into a bright red blush, yet rather than turn away the young maiden found that she simply couldn’t tear her eyes from the sight. Her gaze remained fixated upon him, as if a screaming war-rider were barreling straight towards her and she was too frozen in-place to react. Yrel’s mouth gaped open and even a slight trickle of drool began to drip from her lips as that mesmerizing tauren cock, which was simply too big to be hidden completely, peeked from behind its cover. “I… uhh… I was just…”
Though Yrel was too cock-shocked to fully realize that she was staring so blatantly, Korlain was all-too aware of what she was doing in reaction to his nakedness. “What is up with this girl?” he wondered. Though the notion that one so devoted to the Light could also be a secret slut wasn’t a wholly alien concept – he was traveling with Whitemane after all – Korlain was forced to reconsider his previous assumptions about Yrel. Before, he had just figured that Torgus, being his normal horndog self, had goaded the innocent virgin into breaking her vows, but now he was starting to realize that maybe she was the initiator this whole time.
They were both snapped out of their respective trances by gentle stirrings from within both tents. Torgus and Whitemane were starting to stir from their slumber and would soon stumble upon the awkward situation if they remained. Neither Korlain nor Yrel were interested in adding an audience and so, as if reading each other’s mind, they quickly ducked back into their respective tents, one to put on a pair of pants and one to change hers.
Once the rest of the party had awoken, they all gathered around a restarted fire to enjoy a meager breakfast of rations and whatever local flora Korlain had managed to gather despite his unfamiliarity with Draenor. It was another awkward affair, though Torgus at least made an earnest attempt to start up conversation in his usual thick-headed way. “Boy, these mushrooms sure are spicier than the ones grown back on Azeroth, eh Sally?”
Whitemane didn’t even respond or glance in his direction. She just kept chewing her food in chilling silence, as if nothing more than a bothersome gnat were buzzing about her head. The bitterness toward her frequent lover was palpable. Korlain, meanwhile, kept quiet simply because he still felt embarrassed at the way he had exposed himself to Yrel. Although he had caught her in far more compromising position the night before, it was still an accident. She was a nice enough girl and certainly didn’t deserve an intrusive cock upon her morning without invitation. And yet, even as Korlain thought of only her comfort, he could feel the lusty draenei’s hungry eyes upon him as he ate.
They soon finished and packed up their camp, ready to begin the day’s hike that would hopefully put as much distance between them and the Iron Horde as possible. Going back through the Dark Portal was likely impossible, but thankfully their grateful rescue had a plan. “If we head southward and stick to the coast, we can make it into Shadowmoon Valley by nightfall. My sister Samaara lives there. I’m sure that together we can find a way to return you to your world.” A far cry from the helpless slave they had saved from servitude in the mines, Yrel had equipped herself with spare equipment that the party had on-hand and seemed ready to take on the whole world.
It seemed as good a plan as any, so together the four began their long trek through the Tanaan Jungle. Though the thick foliage did its best to impede their progress, they were able to avoid many of the most dangerous plants and animals thanks to both Yrel’s knowledge of the land and whatever faint memories Torgus could recall from his father’s retelling of their people’s ancestral home. “I remember these!” he said, pointing at a yellow vine that had coiled itself around a tree trunk and seemed to move with a mind of its own. “Pop called these Deadly Vena. They’ve got built-in toxins so as to ward off would-be predators.”
Yrel shook her head. “The Vena are red. This one is a Strangling Briar.”
A thorny vine suddenly lashed out and wrapped itself around Torgus’s neck. “O-oh yeah,” he wheezed. “You’re right.”
They chopped apart the carnivorous plant and moved on. By midday, the thick jungle slowly began to thin out as they entered the much more temperate climate of Talador. Though they no longer had to worry about natural predators looking to make a meal of the party, the possibility of Iron Horde patrols spotting them across the open stretches of land became the primary concern. According to Yrel, Talador was the heart of draenei civilization on Draenor, what with the city of Shattrah settled in the region, but she also cautioned that the area had becoming increasingly unsafe as of late. But such words of warning didn’t dampen the party’s spirits whatsoever. “We’re used to a little danger” as Korlain explained it with a faint smile.
They journeyed further into the lush biome with Korlain taking point well ahead of the group since his significant height advantage allowed him to spot any threats. Meanwhile, Torgus stayed behind to look after the ladies, though he suspected Yrel was far more capable in combat than he once assumed. Whitemane on the other hand, for all her bluster, still needed a meat shield for effective spellcasting. But after nearly an hour of hiking, Torgus suddenly ran forward to catch up to Korlain and fell into step with him. “So uhh…” he said with an unusually lowered voice. “Hoooow’s it going?”
Korlain chuckled at his friend’s conversation starter. “Well enough. You know, this place kinda reminds me of home.”
“Azeroth?”
“Mulgore specifically. It has been awhile since I’ve walked its plains. Perhaps once we return, it may be time for a vacation.”
“Yeah, yeah… Maybe,” mumbled Torgus, his original purpose for approaching Korlain went forgotten as he pondered those words. The call to adventure was strong in the lads, but even Torgus had to admit a small break sounded nice. Yet he pushed those thoughts aside and steered back to his original intent for meeting Korlain. “So we haven’t had much chance to talk but… What was that all about last night?”
“I should ask you the same thing,” replied the tauren with a side-eye and a grin.
“Bro, that girl is a freak!” Torgus quickly looked over his shoulder to make sure neither Yrel nor Whitemane were close enough to overhear their conversation. “I mean… Sure, she acts all innocent and holy, but as soon as you get her alone… I’m telling ya, I can’t keep her off me!”
“Sound like another devotee of the Light that we know.”
“Yeah but Sally is different.” Torgus rubbed at his chin thoughtfully, a rare gesture for the orc. “I’m honestly worried about my ability to keep up with Yrel.”
Korlain rolled his eyes. “You have my sympathies.”
“Thanks pal,” said Torgus, completely oblivious to the sarcasm. “I doubt Sally feels the same though. She, uhh, seems a bit different lately. Don’t you think?”
Korlain was never one to mince words, so he cut straight to the matter. Besides, he respected Torgus too much to beat around the bush with him. “Could be she’s feeling neglected now that you’re spending all your spare time with your new mount,” said Korlain with a laugh. “I’ve kept Whitemane busy, but it’s quite clear she misses her favorite green.”
“Really? It’s only been like a day.” The orc shook his head. “Nah, that can’t be it. Sally ain’t the type to get jealous. Plus she never had a problem with us fucking VanCleef or Paletress!”
“I suppose.” The towering tauren looked down at his orc friend with an expression somewhere between amusement and earnest concern. “Perhaps you ought to examine the difference between your current situation with Yrel and those past encounters with our enemies.”
“Aw geez, Korlain,” grumbled Torgus. “You know how I feel about thinking.”
“I do. But in this case a lot of good can come out of it. And you might even stumble upon a way to make Whitemane happy.”
Torgus looked back at her again. “Yeah… I guess that would make it pretty worthwhile.” He sighed and then rolled his shoulders as if getting ready for the fight of his life. “Alright! Thinking! I can do this. How hard can it be?”
The two shared a hearty chuckle, but they were suddenly interrupted by a shrill voice from the back. “What are you two talking about up there?!” shouted Whitemane. They could tell from the inflection in her voice that she didn’t much appreciate being left alone with the tagalong draenei. “You better not be slacking off!”
“We’re not!” shouted back Torgus.
But then, almost as if perfectly timed to prove them wrong, Yrel pointed at something in the distance that both men had failed to notice first. “Look there! On the horizon!”
Both Torgus and Korlain turned instantly and drew their weapons in one fluid, well-practiced motion to see what was the matter. Yet as soon as they saw the trail of caravan being pulled along by sturdy elekks, they relaxed. “Those are draenei,” said Korlain. “Looks like our priestess friend has guided us well.”
They rushed toward the locals but kept a measured pace so as not to alarm them too much. At first the draenei were highly suspicious of Torgus due to the rise of Iron Horde aggression – and not to mention the fact he was also traveling with two people of strange races they had never seen before – but Yrel not only vouched for them but was able to arrange for the caravan to take them along their route. Conveniently enough, it was carrying materials and supplies from Shattrath to Elodor, and the merchants were glad to have a couple of extra strong arms for added protection once they were convinced of the party’s virtue.
The party split up once again since Whitemane refused to sit next to Torgus. Though he was eager to mediate between the two and settle the growing division among his friends, Korlain simply groaned and acquiesced to her childish demands. Starting an argument amongst such generous hosts and holding up their journey would be impolite, and so he took a place at the front with the stubborn inquisitor while Torgus and Yrel seated themselves on the rear wagon.
“You do know that’s only giving them more time alone, right?” asked Korlain as they climbed aboard.
“Why would that matter to me?” protested Whitemane, still acting as though nobody had caught on. “There’s nothing wrong. Shut up!”
Any objections Torgus might have had to the arrangement were put to rest from the way Yrel eagerly lead him to their own seats, though he still looked back at Whitemane with longing. Even when they finally took their places, he sat by the draenei’s side with slumped shoulders and an endless supply of pathetic sighs falling from his mouth. “Is something the matter?” asked Yrel, who was far more upbeat than the orc with her hooved feet swinging casually over the edge of the bouncing cart as it traveled down the road. “You don’t seem well. Would you like me to suck your cock to cheer you up?”
Turning down an offered blowjob ended up being the hardest thing Torgus had ever done. “Uhh, no thanks. Probably not a good idea.”
“Because of Miss Whitemane?” she asked.
Torgus raised an eyebrow at her. “That’s… a surprisingly good guess.”
Yrel giggled. “It’s no guess. All priestesses of Karabor are trained to be in-tune with the emotions of those around us.” She shrugged and gave him a coy smile. “But it doesn’t take a skilled empath to notice the disquiet between you two.”
“That obvious, huh?”
“I’ve only known you all for a day and already I can tell there exists a strong relationship between you and her.” Yrel frowned and looked down at the ground. “I am sorry that taking me on as your new fuck buddy has disrupted the stability of your party.”
“Oh no, it’s not your fault,” reassured Torgus. “I think this is just something Sally and I need to hash out. Probably been a long time coming before you ever came into the picture.” He chuckled nervously. “There have been a few, uhh, fuck buddies in the past, but you’re the first that’s stuck around for so long. It just takes some adjusting from everyone.”
Yrel hummed idly. “I see. If you say so.”
“I do!” Torgus felt a bit better now, though now it seemed Yrel had become the dour one. He felt a commitment to cheer her up as well. “Don’t worry about a thing! Korlain already gave me some good advice, and I get the feeling this will all be sorted out soon.”
She perked up at the mention of the tauren’s name, and instantly her mood switched from lethargic to intense curiosity. “Yes. Your friend… He seems quite wise.” Yrel’s small pink tongue licked across her dry lips as her mind wandered back to the incident that occurred at sunrise. “Korlain is quite an interesting male, wouldn’t you agree?”
The orc warrior nodded. “Definitely! I couldn’t ask for a better travel-buddy! We’ve been through a lot together, and he always seems to know the best course of action. That’s the tauren for you, I suppose. And he’s not half bad in a fight, either!”
“I would very much like to see that! As well I’m sure he has many other talents.” Yrel’s face suddenly blushed. “This morning I saw… Well, your friend certainly has a very large –”
“Snout?” asked Torgus, completing her sentence. “Yeah sorta. I think he might be a little sensitive about it though.”
The young draenei giggled. “That’s not what I meant but you certainly have a point. He’s also got a massive pair of –”
“Hammers? I know, right?! I’ve asked him to let me hold them before, but he always says no.” Torgus shrugged. “Can’t say I blame him. I’d never let anyone touch ol’ Ironside,” he said and patted the trusted shield sitting by his side.
Yrel laughed again and then leaned into Torgus to rest her head on his shoulder. “You most certainly are an interesting lot! Thank you for putting my mind at ease, Torgus.” They sat like that in comfortable silence for a several moments, their bodies swaying gently to the rhythm of the elekk-drawn wagon. Then, after some time, Yrel turned her gaze upward to look at him with mischief in her eyes. “Would you like that blowjob now?”
Torgus was a strong man, but not that strong. No one could possibly turn down such an eager girl with a willing mouth twice in a row. “Heck yeah!” he said, already feeling Yrel’s deft fingers pulling at his trousers.
Meanwhile, at the front of the caravan, a similar conversation was occurring between the other half of the party. “And another thing!” snapped Whitemane. “You ever notice how he eats with his mouth open? Don’t they teach any manners in Durotar?! It’s so unbelievably rude!”
“Uh huh,” mumbled Korlain lazily. She had been carrying on like this ever since they sat down, and Korlain knew from experience that she was only getting started. To keep himself occupied, he had retrieved a scrap of wool fabric from his backpack and set to polishing his horns while giving her the bare minimum of his attention.
Whitemane glowered at him. “You’re not even listening to me!”
“I most certainly am,” asserted Korlain, “But you’ve been ranting about Torgus for the last ten minutes. Even you have to admit that’s a bit much.”
The inquisitor scoffed, clearly offended. “I am not ranting!”
“You are.”
“Am not!”
“Are so.”
“This is childish. You’re childish!” Whitemane huffed and folded her arms over her chest. “You have no idea how burdensome it is being the only mature one in this group!”
That certainly got a laugh out of Korlain, and he made sure to do so as condescendingly as possible. “Mature? Is that what you call fucking me last night just to get back at Torgus?”
“That… That wasn’t to get back at him! I just wanted sex!” And to bolster her obvious lie, Whitemane quickly reached into the fly of Korlain’s pants and pulled out his floppy tauren dick. “Just like now! Oooohh, you’re got such an amazing cock. How can I not possibly want it at all times?” She started to massage his shaft, and slowly it began to respond by hardening from her touch. “See? It’s got nothing to do with Torgus!”
Far be it for him to stop a woman from rubbing his dick. Korlain certainly wasn’t going to put an end to the hasty handjob, but neither was he buying her excuse. “You can lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to me.”
Whitemane suddenly tightened her grip around the base of his cock and made Korlain jump in-place, and when her sharp fingernails grazed against his ballsack he stiffened even more. “Watch your tone, tauren,” she snarled. “You’re a good lay but know that I’ve castrated disrespectful men for far less.”
Korlain certainly believed it, and he groaned with relief as her death grip relaxed slightly. “I only meant… Sometimes you can be a bit stubborn.”
That certainly wasn’t what Whitemane wanted to hear, and she growled like a feral animal. “You’re being awfully critical for someone whose dick is in another person’s hands.”
“And you’re still stuck – Ugh! – in the past,” retorted Korlain even as she gave another hard squeeze. “This isn’t the Scarlet Crusade and we’re not your underlings. You came along with us willingly, and we’re supposed to be a team. So maybe be a bit more receptive when one of us has something to say.”
Whitemane knew he had a point, and so with a reluctant sigh she loosened her grip and began to properly stroke his cock in a sort of apology-handjob. “Fine. You’re right. So what sage wisdom do you have to impart upon me, oh-great-one?”
The sarcasm was unnecessarily, but Korlain wasn’t about to push the matter when he’s finally made progress with the prideful healer. “Just relax, Sally. I’m not interested in dressing you down or giving a lecture.”
She winced at his words and deepened her scowl, though it was no longer aimed toward him. Whitemane couldn’t remember the last time Korlain had called her by her first name, if ever. It was usually something only Torgus did, and it was a stark reminder that the two Horde companions were the closest thing she had in the world to friends. “Y-yes,” she mumbled, suddenly ashamed of her behavior. “I apologize.”
Korlain chuckled. “An apology is unnecessary but I appreciate it nonetheless.” Even more appreciated was her ongoing efforts to massage his cock, which hadn’t ceased throughout their argument. “But getting back to Torgus… All you ever do is pick at his flaws. Sure, you praise him in bed, but that’s where your generosity ends. I don’t think I’ve ever once seen you thank him for keeping the vicious mobs at bay or stepping in the way of a fireball meant for you.”
“Of course not!” bristled Whitemane, her stung pride once more rising up. “He’s our tank. That’s his job!”
“Sure, and I suppose if you’re just looking for people to “do their job” then you could depart our group at the next town and hook up with another one,” he said with a heavy and perhaps overexaggerated roll of his eyes. “All I’m saying is, ever since she’s met us, Yrel has done nothing but praise Torgus. And while, yes, it has been a bit excessive at times… I’m sure it’s a welcome change of pace from always being nagged over every little mistake. I don’t fault the guy for wanting to indulge in the ego boost.”
Whitemane frowned but didn’t dare disagree. “Ugh, why do you have to be so right? I liked it better when you were just a dumb bull fucking my brains out,” she pouted.
“I can be both,” he said with a grin. But then that smile faded and Korlain fixated his eyes upon her to imparted as much seriousness as he could muster. “Torgus clearly cares for you. It might do a lot of good to show that you feel the same. If you do, that is.”
“Of course I do,” affirmed Whitemane even as she was busy jerking off another man’s cock. “Ugh. Things were so much easier in the Crusade. I just told people what to do and they did it!”
Korlain shrugged. “I’m sure if you just want to boss Torgus around and treat him like a minion, he’ll do whatever you ask. But then I can’t say how much longer he’d be willing to stick around.”
“Point taken.” Whitemane now seemed lost in thought. He had given her much to consider, but that didn’t stop her from idly stroking his giant cock with long, slow pumps that required both hands to even get around his girth. But when his member throbbed and a gooey stream of precum ran down her hand, Whitemane was suddenly snapped back to the present. “Anyway, thanks again. Now let’s get you finished off,” she said with a smirk on those ruby-red lips before lowering her head and wrapping them around his cock.
The caravan rolled onward without incident, the whole time its caretakers ignorant to the carnal delights its unexpected passengers were engaging in along the way. By the time they crossed the border into Shadowmoon Valley, both women had swallowed more than their fair share of seed, and it was only with reluctance that they put an end to such oral delights knowing that their journey would soon reach its conclusion. The caravan was considerate enough to make the slight detour necessary to drop them off at Embari Village where Samaara lived before continuing on its way. Sensing that the sisterly reunion she long desired was finally close at hand, Yrel hurried down the stone pathway she had walked a hundred times while urging her new companions to follow quickly.
“Yrel! Thank the Light!” Samaara ran out of the house to meet them upon seeing her sister’s familiar face. “When the others told me you had been captured, I thought I’d never see you again!” The two draenei embraced in the open, forgetting all about the world around them and savoring the comfort of each other’s arms.
Yet when they finally pulled apart, Yrel was eager to introduce those that made her return possible. “I want you to meet my new friends! It was they who rescued me from the Iron Horde. I owe them everything.” Taking her sister’s hands, which had become shaky upon seeing an orc among them, Yrel pulled Samaara closer. “This is Torgus, Korlain, and Whitemane. They come from another world called Azeroth.”
“I understand,” she said with a measured nod. “You have my eternal gratitude for bringing Yrel back to me.” Samaara bowed to each of them in turn, but her eyes lingered on Torgus. “You are not like the other orcs, I can tell. Your skin is… I have never seen such a thing.”
“Oh yeah,” replied Torgus with a nervous chuckle. “It’s kind of a long story.”
“One which I am more than happy to share with you, sister.” Yrel couldn’t resist giving Samaara another hug, and then she turned to the trio. “I’d like some time alone with my sister. We have so much to catch up on, but please make yourself at home in the village! My people would be more than happy to share their generosity with such brave heroes.”
And with that said, the two sisters walked back into the house together. “Got to say, I’m a big fan of a happy ending,” said Torgus as he watched them with a big smile. “Wouldn’t you say, Sally?”
“Hm? Oh… Yeah.” Though her initial reaction was to snap at him with all the bitterness still eating away at her, Whitemane did her best to push all that down. The words she had shared with Korlain gnawed at her mind, and she had been so preoccupied with her own thoughts that Whitemane had barely noticed the sisters’ departure.
But Korlain certainly took notice of her contemplation, and he gave Whitemane a subtle wink before addressing them both. “I’m going to go visit the market and restock some of our supplies. You two try not to get in any trouble while I’m gone.” Korlain couldn’t be any less subtle about it if he tried, but either way he didn’t give either of his friends a chance to protest. He promptly broke into a stride – practically bordering on a jog – and put enough distance between them to leave the estranged lovebirds to their own devices.
His departure was so sudden that both Torgus and Whitemane just stood there and watched him leave in complete silence, which quickly transitioned into awkwardness. Neither one of them had any idea what to say to break the ice, and so they just shuffled nervously and glanced down at the ground to avoid eye contact. For Torgus, it was just like being back at warrior camp for the summer and not knowing how to approach any of the stunning orc huntresses he admired from afar not for their beauty but because they could kick his ass in a fight.
Eventually, the pressure grew too much to bear. He was an orc of action, and that meant making an attempt even if it was clumsy and ill-conceived. “So… nice night, huh?” asked Torgus as he looked up at the sky. “At least I hope it’s night. Come to think of it, I don’t know if this region ever gets sunlight… What time is it anyway? I should probably buy a watch. I hear those gnomes make really good ones. Though it might be considered contraband in Orgrimmar… Should probably look into that when we get home. Do you think the goblins make watches? What am I saying, of course they do. Although they probably blow up…”
“Torgus, stop.” Whitemane sighed and reached out to touch his rough, leathery hand with her more delicate one. “I want to say… I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you. It was unkind to give you the cold shoulder after everything you’ve done for me. You’ve been nothing but a good companion and lover… And friend,” she added.
Even before she finished, Torgus just looked at her completely dumbfounded and awe-struck, as if she had suddenly transformed into Sargeras wearing a bikini right in front of him. “Uhh… you’re sorry?”
“Yes!” Another sigh and Whitemane averted her gaze. A blush of embarrassment was quickly creeping across her cheeks. “Th-this isn’t easy for me! I guess… I just took for granted how w-wonderful you are. Watching someone else appreciate you the way you ought to be… It was just kind of threatening… Like you’d forget about me.”
“What!” Torgus looked genuinely shocked that such an idea could have even crossed her mind. “How?! You’re the best healer in the entire world! Well… Two worlds now, I guess!” He clasped his other hand over hers resting in his palm. “You’re too awesome to ever ignore! You’ve saved my hide more times than I can count. Plus you’re a damn fine cook.”
“I am not!” Whitemane’s blush only grew further but this time for an entirely different reason. It wasn’t the most romantic praise ever, but she certainly recognized Torgus’s own way of expressing his appreciation. “But thank you. It’s silly to say out loud but… I’m glad you asked me to join you so many months ago. And to think I very nearly turned you down!”
They both laughed. “Haha, yeah! Imagine that!” Torgus couldn’t remember the last time he felt so relieved, yet his smile quickly faded into uncertainty once he realized what such open honesty between them might entail. “So then… now what?” asked Torgus hesitantly. “You wanna get married or something?”
“By the Light, no! Of course not.” Whitemane’s face scrunched up at the very notion. “I’ve got a world to cleanse, Torgus! Matrimony most certainly does not factor into the picture.”
“Ah. Well that’s a relief, frankly.” He dodged a bullet there, and thankfully the feeling was mutual. “So what about Yrel and… ya know, the others?”
Rather than glare at the horny orc or chide his libido, Whitemane just shrugged. “I’m no fool. I’m quite familiar with the, shall we say, voracious appetites of orcs, and you definitely exceed the norm from what I’ve been able to tell.” It was no boast. There were some nights where she hadn’t been able to walk the next morning. Torgus was a beast in the bedroom, and Whiteman very much doubted her ability to keep him satisfied alone. “We’ve got a good thing going here, so you won’t have to worry about me turning sour any longer.” A devious smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. “Besides… I rather enjoyed watching you break some of the bitches we’ve met along the way.”
“Yeah, you know that’s right!” exclaimed Torgus with a fist bump. “That’s what makes us a good team. You’re the brains and I’m the big throbbing muscle!”
Whitemane couldn’t hold back one of her signature cackles. After a whole day of sulking, she enjoyed the ego boost of being anointed the group’s smartest member, even if she already believed it herself. “Oh Torgus…” He hand rested against his chest but soon it quickly began to trail downward to a more interesting spot. “Speaking of throbbing… Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Uh oh, there’s that T word again,” muttered Torgus. “I was just telling Korlain…”
“Oh shut up, you. Come with me.” Whitemane lead the way behind a nearby building, but once they were there Torgus seized the initiative by lifting her up in his arms. The cool stone pressing against her back contrasted wonderfully with the warm orc body pushing into her front, and the inquisitor quickly wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him in, which naturally brought his growing erection to press against her crotch. “Oh Light,” she hissed quietly, “I can’t believe I’ve forgotten how big you are…” It’s only been about 72 hours since their last romp, but Whitemane would be lying if she didn’t admit every time they fucked his size caught her off-guard. It was a grand surprise that never got old for her.
“And I want you to remind me how tight you are,” growled Torgus. His hands were all over her body – squeezing her chest through the thin cloth of her dress and gripping her bare thighs hard enough to leave red welts – but he stopped just long enough to push down his pants. That fat green shaft instantly sprung out and slapped against Whitemane’s stomach. Already a healthy smattering of precum had smeared across the tip, making it slick and shiny and ready to go.
“Fuck the foreplay,” whined Whitemane as soon as she laid eyes upon his member. “I need that orc cock inside me right now!”
Torgus couldn’t agree more. He pushed aside the front of her panties and quickly slammed himself home before they could slide back into place. A loud, shrill shriek rang out from Whitemane’s lips and threatened to give them away, but Torgus was quick enough to clasp a hand over her mouth to muffle the noise. He didn’t need it to hold her up any longer since Whitemane had her legs so tightly locked around him that he could barely even pull back far enough to begin thrusting. Not that Torgus had any complaints; her pussy was so wet and warm that he never wanted to leave it again. Though he visited many other women, slipping back inside the familiar embrace of Whitemane’s was like returning home.
With the strong hand over her mouth, Whitemane had no way to beg for him to fuck her other than to gaze up at him lustfully. Luckily, Torgus understood perfectly well without being told, and he grinded his hips into hers. Those eyes instantly rolled into the back of Whitemane’s head from the blissful sensation of his fat cockhead tickling the deepest, most intimate parts of her womanhood. Compared to Korlain, whose immense cock beat against cervix in its own unique yet pleasurable way, Torgus was just the perfect size to tease her with such deep penetration without allowing it to overwhelming all the other wonderful sensations that being his cocksleeve entailed. Her inner walls rippled and pulse around his girth in a gentle massage, eager to receive his seed and each mind-melting thrust that would bring them both to a messy climax.
But before he could get started, Torgus had to reach down lower and pat his hand against her ass, the signal for her to relax her legs enough for him to regain full freedom of movement. Whitemane did as asked, and his hand remained in-place to hold her steady as he began to rut into his human lover properly. More muffled squeals issued forth each time his throbbing shaft scrapped up against the velvety lining of Whitemane’s pussy, which was now excreting such an absurd amount of juices to ease their union. Her ankles locked behind the small of his back, but Whitemane had to exercise a great amount of self-control not to tightened too much once again. Instead, she just allowed herself to melt in his grasp and let the sinful sensations of a good, raw fuck carry her away into a sea of pleasure.
Both of them hadn’t been wanting for sexual relief lately. Whitemane had gotten her fix from Korlain and Torgus from Yrel, but in that moment they writhed and humped against each other as if they had just gone through a month-long drought. For Torgus, nothing compared to seeing that stern, haughty face of Whitemane’s transform into open-mouthed pleasure, the falling strands of snow-white hair clinging to her skin from all the sweat and tears of bliss. And for Whitemane, no one else could match the hard, green muscles pressing into her soft body and the way Torgus held on as if he owned her. It was a possession that Whitemane was more than happy to encourage.
Torgus leaned forward and pressed his forehead against hers. “Fuck. I’m close,” he growled. His cock was throbbing intently now, so much that she could practically feel the rhythm of his heartbeat in her stomach.
“Give it to me! Cum inside!” pleaded Whitemane, her eyes just inches from his and gazing into them intently. “That draenei slut has been stealing your cum from me, but it’s all mine, mine, miiiiiinne!”
And of course Torgus couldn’t resist giving Whitemane what was rightfully hers. A lurid amount of spunk surged up from his balls and blasted into her pussy with the force of a raging water elemental. Whitemane let loose another series of high-pitched moans, and this time Torgus made no attempt to silence her. The sound of her voice drowned in such pleasure was music to his ears, and it only further prolonged his own orgasm so that he could pour even more cum into her already-flooded womb. It was a cause and effect that Whitemane egged on with more dirty talk. “Good. So good! Give it to me. Give me every drop,” she whined, her slender body quivering against him. “Ohhh, I’ve missed this.”
“Me too,” chuckled Torgus, his voice weakened from exhaustion. Whitemane was always a demanding lover, and he pour every ounce of energy into giving her his best. It was immensely rewarding but also quite draining. Already his cock was going soft into her cunt, allowing all the deposited cum to start dripping onto the ground. “You want to go again?”
“Mmm, I’d like that,” purred Whitemane. She reached up and caressed his face gently, tracing the rough skin with her fingertips. “Just as soon as I decide which hole you’ll be fucking next…” They both giggled, thrilled by the idea, and then suddenly Whitemane leaned forward and met Torgus’s lips with her own. Their shared kiss lingered, a peaceful moment of quiet embrace after such a frantic rutting. It was something neither of them wanted to end, but the sudden sound of a throat being cleared nearby made them pull apart.
They turned their heads to see Korlain. His hulking tauren body was anything but stealthy, but Torgus and Whitemane were so caught up in each other that he was able to approach quite easily. “Nice to see you two have made up. And then some,” he said with a quiet chuckle.
“Korlain! How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough.” He was grinning ear to ear, pleased to see that harmony had been restored among his companions. “But you two can make kissy faces later. Yrel sent me to find you. Our presence is requested.”
It wouldn’t do to keep the draenei sisters waiting. This was still a strange world after all and, although their new environment was a lot more pleasant than the last with no real urgency to leave, they were still eager to return to Azeroth. Perhaps Yrel had some ideas as to that goal, but either way it couldn’t hurt to enjoy more of her hospitality.
Together, they retraced their steps back to the house that sat near the village’s center. The sisters were waiting for them inside, sitting on a couch and conversing casually until their guests finally arrived. “Oh good, you’re here!” Yrel stood up and ran over to the group. “There’s good news! I just spoke with the priesthood at Karabor, and they told me that some of your people from Azeroth have arrived on our world! They’ve begun establishing settlements on the island of Ashran. In the morning, we can head down to the docks and arrange for a boat to take you there.”
“Ugh, finally!” Whitemane looked as though a hundred ton of bricks had been lifted from her shoulders. “I thought Outland was frustrating, but Draenor is something else entirely! No offense.”
“None taken,” assured Yrel. “Draenor is a most inhospitable world to those unprepared. My people have labored long and hard to plant our roots here, but now it is most certainly our home. And thanks to you three, I feel inspired to defend it!” She gave a look back at Samaara, who nodded in approval. “After speaking with my fellow priestesses, I’ve decided to resign my position within the order. From this day forward, I shall follow the example of my fellow paladins to protect the innocent!”
“That’s great,” said Korlain, stepping forward. “My people have just recently embraced the path. Some of the finest and most pure warriors I know are counted among the ranks of paladin. I have no doubt you’ll make them proud.”
Yrel smiled bashfully at his words. “You are too kind. And thank you!” Her gaze shifted to encompass Torgus and Whitemane as well. “You all have taught me so much in the short amount of time we have spent together. I feel like a completely different person now than before this whole war started. When I think about all the injustices that happened before my eyes because I was too timid or fearful to stand up… I never want to be that person again!” She bowed her head. “I will be forever grateful.”
Each of them reacted in their own way. Whitemane looked absolutely bored out of her mind and was hardly even paying attention, preferring to be anywhere else in that moment than listen to Yrel prattle on about such sentimental drivel. Torgus nodded along dully, listening to every word she said with full concentration yet, somehow, not quite understanding. She said something about paladins? Well paladins were strong fighters, so that was good! And as for Korlain, he seemed quite proud of Yrel and her newfound convictions.
And after pouring her heart out, Yrel cleared her throat and everyone could sense the sudden shift in tone. “I have one more announcement, but that can wait until later. For now…” She turned her attention upon Torgus and reached out to gentle lay a hand upon his forearm. “Please, I have one last favor to ask of you,” she said with a sudden blush on her face.
Torgus could guess what that favor might be, and he threw a sideways glance in Whitemane’s direction. And although she still glared at the presumptuous draenei, there wasn’t a hint of that bitter malice she once directed toward Yrel. “Alright,” said Torgus, now comfortable in the knowledge that agreeing wouldn’t put him in the doghouse again. “What is it?”
The warm smile Yrel gave him could have melted all of Northrend. “I want you to fuck my sister!”
“What?” wheezed Torgus.
“What?” echoed Korlain.
“What!” shrieked Whitemane.
That smile on Yrel’s face didn’t waiver. She acted as though such a request were as commonplace as borrowing a cup of sugar, and she nodded enthusiastically without even taking notice of their shock. “Yes! I’ve shared with Samaara all the details of our lustful exploits. You have been a most excellent teacher, and it would be wonderful if you’d also instruct my sister in the joys of orc cock.”
Torgus’s head was swimming with confusion, and he very nearly toppled over in that moment. This girl – who had unexpected turned from bashful virgin to ravenous semen demon in less than a day – was now properly whoring out her own sister. Blood instantly rushed to his cock at the mere suggestion of breaking in another unsuspecting maiden, and he glanced in Samaara’s direction. She didn’t meet his eyes, instead looking down at the floor shyly, but the coy smile on her lips was undeniable. “Y-yes,” she said, finally speaking for herself. “It’s true. What Yrel told me… It seemed sacrilegious at first. But she has been quite adamant about your… talents.” Samaara finally looked up to face the man who would hopefully soon grant her request. “I wish to experience you for myself.” Yet when she looked over at Whitemane, who had begun to grind her teeth loud enough for everyone to hear, her enthusiasm crumbled into uncertainty. “I-I mean if that’s alright with you. I certainly don’t want to impose…”
Every eye in the room fell upon Whitemane, who instantly stiffened under their scrutiny. There was a low hesitant energy buzzing within the room just waiting to see whether or not the inquisitor would give permission for such a thing, as though she were the determining factor. While in truth Whitemane couldn’t really stop it if both parties really wanted to go through with such a thing, in their own way each person respected her enough to wait for her voice. Or perhaps it was fear, not respect, that made them hold their breath. Either way, that was good enough for Whitemane. “Well… I suppose it would be alright,” she mumbled at last.
“You sure?” Torgus looked relieved, but he wanted absolute confirmation.
“Yeah… Yeah, I am.” For Whitemane, it felt good to let go of all that petty jealousy. No matter who Torgus fucked, at the end of the day he still belonged to her. And if he ever forgot, his Scarlet mistress would be sure to remind him with an unforgettable night. Such confidence brought a ferocious grin to her lips and a devilish glint to shine in her eyes. Whitemane was suddenly eager to let the games begin. “Do it, Torgus. I want to watch you break the blue-bitch.”
Samaara paled at her choice of words. “I’m sorry? I don’t quite underst—Ahh!” She yelped when Torgus quickly closed the distance between them and picked her up off the couch like a paper doll. Now that he had been given the go-ahead from Whitemane, Torgus was off the leash so to speak.
There was no possible way Samaara was the least bit prepared for what she had just asked for, and she was about to experience the full vigor of a lust-powered orc. In a way, Whitemane kind of felt sorry for her, but only a little bit. Tonight the rash draenei would feel the greatest pleasure she would ever know, but in return Samaara would also pay a terrible price: no other man would be able to satisfy her the same way again.
Torgus set her on the floor as it provided him the space necessary to do what he intended, and as expected he positioned her on all fours like an animal. “How do draenei usually mate?” he asked with a grin while his hands were already busy kneading her plump ass. The material of Samaara’s pants were so tight that they were practically a second skin, which was just fine for Torgus’s desires.
“Face-to-face,” she mewled. A powerful heat had already ignited within her body at the orc’s rough manhandling of her body as if he owned it. Yrel had told her how wonderful it felt to be taken, but there was no way Samaara could have prepared herself for this. She wasn’t about to make love; she was about to get fucked and, with any luck, bred.
“How cute.” There were only two situations were Torgus felt completely in his element: fighting and fucking. Right now he was in control, and a thousand years of primal orc instinct rose up from within. “Orc mates get bred like bitches. Those who cannot dominate must submit.” His calloused fingertips dug into the crack of her ass and pulled until a small tear formed in the fabric, and it only took the smallest effort to rip a massive hole and reveal her ass in all its glory, as well as two bare holes. “I can already tell you’re a submissive one.”
Samaara had to bite down on her lip to hold back a moan. She couldn’t believe how quickly the situation was unraveling for her, but even more surprising was how much she didn’t hate it. The mere idea that this complete stranger – although yes a stranger that she felt indebted toward – would be so presumptive with her body within her own home was outlandish… Yet she wanted more. “Please!” she cried out. “Don’t tease me. I just… I just want you to fuck me!”
“Begging already?” Not to be forgotten, Whitemane knelt down beside her orc lover and joined him in caressing the draenei plaything. While Torgus spread apart her asscheeks to get a better look at her puckered asshole and drooling quim, the inquisitor reached low to fondle Samaara’s hanging breasts. “He’s right. Submission comes naturally to you. I suggest you not to fight it.”
“I won’t!” Samaara shivered under their combined touch then looked back over her shoulder at Torgus. “Will you give me what I desire?”
“Of course he will,” answered Whitemane for him. While still groping Samaara’s tits with one hand, she expertly fished Torgus’s cock out of his trousers with her other. Once his member – which had already reached its full potential size – was free, Whitemane firmly grasped the shaft and set to teasing the horny draenei by rubbing his cockhead all over her wet snatch until the tip was slick with arousal. “Ooh, you’re so tight. Lucky girl. He is absolutely going to ruin you.” The whine that dribbled from Samaara’s lips was music to Whitemane’s ears.
Meanwhile, the other two people in the room were far from passive observers. While Yrel was satisfied at first just to watch the initiation of her sister to orc cock, once his big green shaft came into view she could no longer hold back from a little indulgence of her own. This had been part of her plan after all, and now there was nothing between her and her ultimate desire. “I hope you don’t mind,” whispered Yrel as she dropped down to her knees before Korlain and ran her hands up his legs to meet at his crotch. “I don’t think I can help myself any longer…”
“Go right ahead,” replied Korlain with a toothy grin. “You’ll get no arguments from me.”
Yrel hummed with satisfaction. Somehow she knew he’d say yes, and thus she could barely contain her excitement as her hands flew over his belt buckle to get at that prize she longed for. “My goodness…” she gasped as soon as Korlain’s pants fell down to his ankles and she laid eyes upon his member for the second time. “I could hardly believe it before, but now that I can get a better look… It’s so big!” Yrel finally had the opportunity to appreciate Korlain’s massive cock and balls up close and personal, and she did so by hefting their sheer weight in her dainty hands.
“Yeah?” asked Korlain. He watched the young draenei gently handle his manhood, his entire body swaying in-place from the faint pleasure. “Is that good? Most women have a problem with such a size…”
“Well I couldn’t disagree more!” said Yrel, who then leaned in and sneaked a kiss upon the tip and its growing bead of precum. It looked too tempting to resist. “You’re even bigger than an elekk!”
“Thanks… Wait, how do you know?”
Yrel gave another of her cute giggles. “Let’s just say the other priestesses and I sometimes get a little too curious for our own good. A life of celibacy can get quite boring, you know.” But Yrel didn’t seem too interested in discussing that subject. Right now, she was far more interested in worshiping the impressive specimen hanging in front of her. There was simply too much cock to praise with her hands alone, so Yrel did the only reasonable thing: she brought her mouth into the action. “Mmm, delischush,” she mumbled with her mouth wrapped around one of his fat nuts. It was so warm, and Yrel could practically feel his thick cum churning within just waiting to be released by one worth of such a reward. Yrel’s heart beat faster at the thought of earning such a treat, to feel it’s gooey heat splashed all over her face or (even better) pumped deep into her thirsty womb. Her eyes want hazy with mad lust and her lips wiggled frantically across his tender flesh.
Things were escalating quickly for the threesome nearby. Each of them were eager to move onto the main act, but none were more impatient than Whitemane herself. She wanted to watch this draenei slut scream and beg for mercy. “Do it!” she ordered, her eyes wide and a bit crazed as she watched Torgus’s tip press into Samaara’s folds. “Impale her! Teach her what it’s like to be orc-owned.”
Torgus didn’t say a thing in response. Instead, he obeyed his mistress’s command and pushed forward. The draenei’s cunt was tight, but it couldn’t possibly hope to hold out against the full might of an orc’s strength. With his hands gripping her wide hips hard enough to leave reddish marks in the blue flesh, he pulled her back into his first thrust and successfully hilted his full length inside his draenei cocksleeve. Such a remarkable feat was rewarded with a keening moan and the soft fluttering of her inner walls around his prick.
“Ohhhhhh Light!” screamed Samaara, her head falling down between her shoulders. Great shuddering gasps fell from her lips as she struggled to comprehend the immense girth that was reshaping her womanhood. “Haaah! W-wait a moment, please!”
Whitemane gave a shrill cackle. “Ho ho! Our little slut wants you to be gentle. What do you say to that, Torgus?”
“Umm…” He wasn’t expecting a pop quiz in the middle of sex, and so Torgus stared blankly at her for a split second. “Yes?”
“No!” shouted Whitemane, giving him a playful smack on the shoulder. “You wreck that pussy right now, dammit!”
“Yes ma’am!” With a grin wide enough to match his healer’s, Torgus pulled back until the mushroom tip of his cock hitched on the trembling lips of Samaara’s pussy, and then he slammed back in hard enough to make his balls swing upward and smack against her stomach. Another shriek filled the room from the raw force of his broad cockhead smacking against her cervix. The stimulation was so sudden and violent that Samaara’s shaky arms gave out and she collapsed onto her elbows.
But Whitemane was quick to respond. She reached down, seized the draenei’s horns with both hands, and roughly pulled her back up into the proper position. “Get up, you whore! You’re taking the best cock you’ll ever get in your miserable life! You had better show it the proper appreciation!”
“Yes! Yes! You’re right!” cried out Samaara as tears of blissful joy began to stream down her face. Every thrust into her snatch caused a shiver of electric pleasure to run up her spine and slam into her overwhelmed mind with dizzying force. She could hardly think straight, but she still understood the truth in Whitemane’s words. “I’m sorry! Puh-please forgive me! I love it! I love this cooooock!”
Just like her sister, Yrel was thinking the exact same thing, only she was showing her appreciation in a much different way by fucking her pretty face upon Korlain’s rod. It had been quite the challenge fitting his immense girth into her mouth, but where there was a will, there was a way. Nothing could stop Yrel from wrapping her lips around his dick, and her glowing eyes beamed up at him with pride now that she was properly blowing him like a good slut should do for her lover.
To show his own gratitude, Korlain reached down and took firm hold of Yrel’s horns. She was already doing a great job bobbing her head up and down his full length, so he didn’t feel the need to apply any more force. Instead, he just rested his hands around the convenient handlebars and gave Yrel the silent encourage she needed to service him properly.
A hundred thoughts were running through Yrel’s head as she sucked his cock, and each of them were dedicated to exactly how she wanted his seed when it finally arrived. Indecisive as ever, she couldn’t decide how she wanted it: on her face or in her pussy. Not only that, but as time went by and she slobbered more and more on his shaft, even more lewd possibilities began to enter her head. She could present herself to Korlain on all fours, much like her sister, and receive the load all over her back. Or she could try one of those “titjobs” that Torgus had mentioned and let him cum all over her breasts. Or even something far more forbidden among her people that involved a certain hole that was never to be used for such dirty deeds. There were so many wonderous options, but they all came down to one simple fact: Yrel wanted Korlain to treat her like his filthy draenei fucktoy.
In the end, she decided to pull off him completely just so she could lavish deserved praise upon his ego. “By the Light… I simply can’t get over how enormous you are.” Yrel’s face looked an utter mess with wet splotches of precum splashed around her mouth and saliva dripping down her chin. “You’re so gifted. It would be an honor to spend the rest of my days servicing such an impressive specimen. Why, you’re even bigger than Torgus!”
“Hey!” shouted the orc from across the room. “It’s not the size that matters! It’s how you use it!” As if to prove his point, Torgus landed a stinging slap upon Samaara’s rear while at the same time driving to the hilt within her pussy, which prompted her to squeal delightfully.
“Of course,” Yrel giggled in response. “I did not mean to imply you are inadequate, friend Torgus. You are certainly more than enough to satisfy any women you wish, but this…” The draenei maiden once again grew hushed as she regarded the immense size of the beast in front of her, now shiny and slick with her spit. “I doubt whether such a thing will even fit inside me.”
“Only one way to find out.” Using his grip on her horns, Korlain pulled Yrel up onto her hooves and pulled her body against his. He could feel her shiver in anticipation of whatever he planned to do next.
Meanwhile, for Samaara, all of her thoughts – at least what little remained in her cock-drunk head – were focused on receiving that glorious creampie that Yrel had told her all about. “Please cum inside me!” she begged. “I want to experience everything! Fill up my pussy just like you did my sister! Bred me, I beg of you!”
Whitemane could have listened to the slut beg all day. It was good that the blue whore was learning her place, but the inquisitor also didn’t think she deserved such a gift quite yet. “Hmm… No.”
“No?” asked Torgus.
“Oh don’t worry. You’ll be cumming plenty inside the slut. Just not that hole.” Whitemane laughed with glee as she pressed a hand against Torgus’s abs and pushed him back until his cock popped free of Samaara’s snatch. The ruination of her pussy was immediately evident from the way the sore lips quivered and struggled to spring back to their original position but ultimately failed and just remained in-place fully gaped. A fate that would soon befall her poor asshole if Whitemane had anything to do with it. “Right here,” she commanded, taking hold of Torgus’s wet cock and bringing it to bear upon the girl’s winking anus.
Torgus didn’t need to be told twice. All he needed was to be aimed at a hole – literally any hole – and his instincts took over. “Zug zug,” he said with a grin and then, just like before with his grip still on his plaything’s hips so that she couldn’t possibly escape her fate, his cock surged forward.
Every inch of Samaara’s body seized up in that exquisite moment when her anal virginity was shattered. “Ohhh sweet Naaru! Th-that’s my…!” She couldn’t believe it was actually happening, that a cock was entering her most sacred place. It was sacrilege, it was filthy, and it was amazing. Her mouth dropped open in one long, shrill shriek of bliss as more and more of that green cock slowly soldiered onward and sank into her tightness. Only when Torgus finally came to a stop with her blue asscheeks firmly flattened against his crotch did Samaara dare to move once again by dropping her head low. “Ohhh… Th-thank you, master!”
Whitemane cackled at the sound of that. “You are a fast learner! I thought you were just another dumb goat, but it looks like you truly know your place.” Once more, she seized Samaara by the horns and wrenched her head upward to look her in the eyes. “I almost feel sorry for this world. What hope does your people have against the Iron Horde when its women surrender so easily to orc cock? Truly, you’re meant to be nothing more than broodmares, hm?”
“Yessss!” squealed Samaara. Both her eyes had rolled back into her head, and it was doubtful whether she fully understood what she was agreeing too. All she could fully comprehend was the amazing cock driving into her bowels. “Haaah! Ugghhh! Yesss! Mooooore!” There wasn’t even a glimmer of intelligence left in Samaara’s eyes. Now she existed only as a slave of lust, eager to service Torgus’s cock as a compliant cumdump.
The ear-piercing moans and screams of her sister was making Yrel giddy with excitement. She was happy to know that Samaara was experiencing such wonderful bliss, but at the same time she longed to feel the same. “I want you to make me scream like that,” purred Yrel, her hands running across Korlain’s hairy chest.
“You will,” he promised, and then instantly he snatched her up in his arms. Yrel squealed and cooed lovingly even as her body was twisted into a position she had never known before but one that Korlain was much experienced with: the full nelson. The hold locked her legs straight upward by the strong arms wrapped under her knees, but rather than interlace his hands behind her head Korlain instead opted to reach up further and grasp Yrel’s curved horns to complete the position. Yrel gasped at the way this left her body so completely exposed and vulnerable to whatever filthy plans Korlain had for her.
Though Torgus had done a great job of stretching out her virgin pussy and preparing her for the daunting task of finally taking a tauren cock, there was still a nagging thought at the back of Yrel’s mind that maybe she wasn’t quite ready for such a beast. But now that she was so close to finally getting dicked by the bull, she pushed down those concerns. “I-I’m ready!” she said shakily. “Don’t hold back on my account!”
But Korlain wasn’t interested in following in Torgus’s footsteps so to speak, and Yrel’s request to make her feel the same way as her sister gave him a sinister idea. “Here?” asked Korlain, angling his hips to grind his cock against her dripping wet sex. “Or here?” He pulled back just slightly so that his flat tip could flick against her asshole, which instantly flexed and shivered upon contact.
“Wherever you want!” cried out Yrel, her head swimming with lust. She was being driven mad by his teasing and was sure that she’d go crazy soon if she didn’t get fucked. “Use me however you please! I’m your cocksleeve!” It was a pledge that she truly meant. If her purpose was to get her ass wrecked and gaped by Korlain’s fat cock then she would obey through without hesitation.
Luckily for her, Korlain was of the same mind. With the same single-minded purpose as Torgus had with the draenei’s sister, he dropped Yrel downward at the same moment he thrust up. He didn’t have the same precision accuracy from this position that the orc had, but his aim was true nonetheless. His tip glided up along her body, smearing behind it a trail of precum, before catching on her precious pucker. Then in one simple motion, he drove deep into the girl’s tender anus. “Hoooaah!” shrieked Yrel, both her mouth and eyes open wide in shocked ecstasy. “Do it, Korlain! Ravage me! Fit my ass to the shape of your cock!”
He certainly didn’t disappoint. It seemed as though draenei asses were suited for taking oversized dicks more easily than their pussies, and so Korlain had very little trouble in slamming his full length into his squealing slut. Once he fully hilted within, Korlain held there for just a moment to feel Yrel’s body quivering in his grasp and the choked, gasping moans she let out each time she could feel his shaft throbbing within her ass. “Ohhh so wonderful,” she mewled, wiggling with whatever energy she could muster. “Are you satisfied, master?” she asked, echoing the same sentiment she heard from her sister. “Am I a good cocksleeve for you?”
“Oh yes,” murmured Korlain. “A perfect fit.” Though he wouldn’t dare show it, even he was having trouble coping with such a delectable ass wrapped around his cock. Yrel was tight to be sure, but more so than any other woman he had fucked previously her hole just felt… Right for him. Almost as if they were made for each other. Perhaps their bodies had far more compatibility than just on the surface level. Horns, hooves, tails, and an insatiable libido that made them perfect for one another. “Time for your reward.” And without further pause, Korlain lifted Yrel up gently and began to pump her up and down his shaft like a literal sextoy.
“Aaahh! Th-thank you! I loooove it©!” Unable to resist the powerful, sinful bliss washing over her, Yrel’s tongue instantly flopped out of her mouth and began bouncing to the same rhythm of her white hair and jewel-adorned tendrils with each of his thrusts. The sex-crazed draenei didn’t give a single damn how disgraceful she might have looked in that moment. She was finally getting ravaged and anally destroyed by the man she had lusted after all day, and it was everything she could have hoped for.
Samaara was in a similar state. “Huuuhhh! Cooock! Cock!” With her mind so utterly devastated, the well-fucked slut had no recourse but to vocalize the obvious like a dumb animal. “Fuuuuck! Fuck meeeeee!”
“What innate drivel,” scoffed Whitemane. He sneered at the draenei in scathing disappointment. Though she truly believed Samaara to be nothing more than fuckmeat to satisfy her man, Whitemane had hoped the bitch would hold it together just a little while longer. But she had broken too easily, and that was hardly any fun. “Let’s at least put that stupid mouth of yours to better use.”
Still holding her by the horns, Whitemane crawled over to Samaara’s front to flank her in a similar manner as Torgus was doing from behind. She had removed her panties earlier so that she could finger her own dripping snatch and help relieve some of the itchy pressure that had started to build from merely watching the show, but now the inquisitor was eager to become an active participant. Samaara’s eyes focused just for a second when Whitemane tilted her head back to look upward, but then they went wide with shock when her face was suddenly pulled into the healer’s crotch. “Drink up, bitch!” cackled Whitemane as she began to grind her mound against Samaara’s open mouth. “If you’re gonna be our toy then you had best learn how to please the both of us!”
Luckily, Samaara didn’t need any higher brain functions to begin slurping and licking away at the offered pussy, though Whitemane certainly wasn’t being gentle about it. Each second that passed without Samaara giving Whitemane’s sex the attention it deserve – which usually happened whenever Torgus pushed himself balls-deep and scrambled the poor girl’s head – the grip on her horns pulled more forcefully. There was no mistaking it now. With her body at the mercy of the two strangers from both ends, Samaara was nothing more than their property.
The same could be said for Yrel, who was still being treated like a sheath for Korlain’s cock. Tears and drool ran down her face and dripped onto her chest as Yrel howled in orgasmic ecstasy, having already came at least twice since the brutal ass-fucking began. Hanging down by Korlain’s legs, her low tail swished wildly from side-to-side with a mind of its own. “Huuaah! Puh-please cum!” she begged. “Fill up your pet, masteeerr! Give me your ©CUM©!” Yrel screamed as a third climax ripped through her body while at the same time her ass desperately clenched around Korlain’s cock to coax him into a messy release of his own.
Korlain had a lot of stamina, but even he was reaching his limits. Yrel was simply too good of a cocksleeve, her ass so warm and inviting and practically begging to be creamed. Any lesser man would have prematurely finished inside her long ago, but Korlain wanted to make sure that Yrel fully understood what it meant to be his, to fall so helplessly in love with tauren cock. Now that he was sure that it was a lesson learned that she would never forget, he felt content to cross that final line of his own climax. With a mooing roar, Korlain slammed her down all the way and fired the first gooey rope deep into Yrel’s bowls. Her reciprocal squeal of bliss spoke volumes.
At the same time, Yrel’s sister was achieving her own sloppy completion. Unable to beg for Torgus’s seed due to the human pussy smashed against her face, Samaara nonetheless begged and pleaded with her eyes staring upward at Whitemane. “I think the slut is getting tired,” cooed Whitemane as she mockingly stroked Samaara’s hair like one would a pet cat. “Should we give her what she wants?”
“I’m – Nggh! – kinda nearly there myself…” grunted Torgus. He was eager to bust a nut inside her ass, but he had held off long enough for Whitemane’s approval. There was nothing to be gained by waiting for her say-so, but Torgus wanted to make sure they were in sync with one another. “Can’t hold out for long.”
“Then don’t,” purred Whitemane. “It’s a shame he won’t cum inside your whore cunt. I know you draenei love to be orc-bred.” She grinned menacingly down at Samaara. “But this is a gift nonetheless. I expect you to be grateful!”
The look in her eyes spoke the truth to just how appreciative Samaara truly was for the orc’s cum, and when she at last felt the first splash of hot seed erupt inside her anus, the draenei’s eyes rolled back fully. But even when Samaara was at her most helpless, Whitemane wasn’t about to give her the slightest bit of slack. “Keep eating that pussy, bitch!” she snarled while humping her hips into the girl’s face.
Both sisters shivered and moaned in total cock-drunk lust as they were pumped full of gooey spunk. They were born to be cumdumps, and each draenei took to her duty as faithfully as they could, their greedy asses milking each cock with much vigor and reverence. For their part, both Torgus and Korlain were more than happy to fill up their fucktoys and grant them that cummy treat that made both girls so very happy. Despite the utter exhaustive state of their bodies and the lustful haze that still clouded their minds, Yrel and Samaara both wore sloppy smiles that spoke more to their immense satisfaction far more than mere words could ever hope to do.
When Whitemane finally let go of both horns – having reached a somewhat acceptable release of her own upon the slut’s tongue – Samaara collapsed forward, her upper chest resting upon the floor. Yet Torgus was still rockhard. “Should we, uhh, keep going?” he asked.
“Of course!” Whitemane put her hand on the back of Samaara’s head and pushed her face into the floor. “This bitch wanted to go all night… And that’s just what we’ll do!”
And so Torgus resumed his mind-melting thrusts into Samaara, all while her muffled moans continued to ring out for everyone to hear. Well, except for the other two lovers. After sharing an intimate kiss, Korlain carried Yrel off into the other room where they would continue their passionate and frenzied lovemaking well into the night – if the bed managed to hold out long enough that is. After all, Yrel knew she didn’t need to stick around to supervise her sister. Samaara was being left in good hands, and she would no doubt be a better, more fulfilled woman for it in the morning.
The night passed in a blur of sex and wanton debauchery, and when sleep finally overtook each of them it was only because they had all pushed their bodies to the utter brink. Torgus, Korlain, Whitemane, Yrel, and Samaara all slept more deeply and contently than they ever had before. The sun rose on a new day, and for the first time Korlain slept right through his morning ritual. It wasn’t until nearly midday when he finally stirred awake and blinked groggily at the ceiling.
He could tell just from the angle of the sunlight shining through the window that the morning had passed already. Did he actually just oversleep for once? With a groan of disappointment in himself, Korlain rolled onto his side and swung out his arm to wrap around the draenei lover laying at his side, except that Yrel wasn’t there. He was alone in the bed. “Where could she have gone?” he wondered after sitting upright and looking around the room. There were no clues to be found there, so Korlain got up and slowly crept into the living room. As expected, there on the floor were Torgus, Whitemane, and Samaara lying right together in a tangled mass of interlinked arms and legs, having collapsed into a deep sleep immediately after concluding their sordid threesome. But still no Yrel to be seen anywhere.
She couldn’t have gone far Korlain reasoned, and so he set about preparing for the day as usual. It took nearly another hour for the rest of his party to finally stir from their slumber, and by then the tauren had a kettle of fresh tea brewed for them to enjoy. Though he didn’t bring it up with her, Samaara didn’t seem at all bothered by her sister’s unexplained absence, though that might be because she was too busy dealing with her obvious limp while doting all over the orc that had rearranged her guts the night before. “Would you like more bread?” asked Samaara as she set down a fresh plate in front of him. “I can make more if you’d like.”
“No, no! I’m stuffed, really!” protested Torgus. He had already eaten more than his fair share, which he needed after spending all his energy pumping round after round of creampies into both Samaara and – after he was done with her – Whitemane as well. But now it seemed everything was back to normal. Samaara shuffled about her house, fetching food and other amenities for her guests, all while stealing occasional glances toward Torgus’s crotch just as her sister had done after learning the joys of orc cock.
“Guess we should probably get going,” said Korlain absent-mindedly as he looked out the window, hoping that he might see Yrel walking up the path. But no such luck. He sighed. “Adventure waits for no one.”
Neither Whitemane nor Torgus seemed to have noticed the shift in their companion’s demeanor. They were both excited about the prospect of finally returning home to Azeroth. “I cannot wait,” said Whitemane. “The dirt of this foul planet just doesn’t agree with me. Ugh, look! It’s even gotten under my nails! I’m going to need both a manicure and a pedicure after this.”
After breakfast – or more appropriately lunch – the trio strapped on their armor and prepared to head out. “Thank you so much for visiting,” said Samaara, particularly to Torgus. “If ever you are in the area again, you are more than welcome to stop by and make yourselves at home.”
“We just might do that!” said Torgus with a laugh, completely missing the growl Whitemane gave him right after.
They set off down the road to head toward Elodor where Samaara told them that a boat could ferry them to Ashran. However, they had just reached the outskirts of Embari Village when suddenly they heard a shout from behind. “Wait! Wait for me!”
Korlain spun around at the sound of her voice. “Yrel?” he asked in astonishment as the draenei, fully clad from head to toe in a matching set of white-and-gold plate armor with a heavy mace slung on her back, caught up to them. “I, err… We almost didn’t get to say goodbye!”
“Well now you won’t have to,” she said with a beaming smile. “I’m coming with you!”
“What?” snarled Whitemane with narrowed eyes.
Yrel nodded, completely oblivious to the healer’s venomous glare. “Yes! I talked it over with Samaara yesterday and… I think I can do a lot of good traveling with you three.” She looked down at the ground and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I told you before how I felt so helpless about being able to help people… And though I’m ready to embrace the life of a Paladin, I still feel so lost about what to do next.” Then Yrel looked up and locked eye contact with Korlain. “But not when I’m with you! When we’re together… I feel like I can accomplish anything! I don’t know where this journey will take me… But I know wherever we go, we’ll go together!”
Korlain blushed, but he also couldn’t help the stupid, goofy smile that spread across his face. “That’s good! I also… Umm… Well…”
“Hooray! Welcome aboard!” Torgus slapped Yrel on the shoulder, his meaty palm clanging against her crystalline armor. “We’re always looking for talent on this crazy adventure, and I’d say you more than fit the bill! Plus the more the merrier, right Sally?”
“Right,” growled Whitemane through gritted teeth. She had a few choice things to say about the draenei whore just thinking she can walk right in and invite herself to the group, but it was clear she was being outvoted. Whitemane decided to hold her tongue… For now at least. “Can we just move it already?!”
The trio set out once more, now heavier with an added companion. Still bristling with quiet rage, Whitemane fell into step alongside Torgus and possessively grabbed at his arm to hold close. The orc chuckled quietly under his breath and said nothing as they walked onward with her clinging to his side. Behind them, Yrel and Korlain similarly paired together. “I’m surprised at your decision,” he said. “But pleased of course! I’m glad to have you along.”
“Well it was an easy decision,” replied Yrel. She looked up at him and suddenly that mischievous glint in her eye returned as well as a matching smirk. “After all, what girl could resist joining up with Torgus after sampling his manhood. He’s such a stud, yes?”
“O-oh. Yeah, I guess he is…” mumbled Korlain bashfully.
Yrel giggled at his reaction then stood up on her toes to whisper into her ear. “But between you and me… There’s a certain other man in this party that I can’t wait to get my hands around. Perhaps later tonight, hm?”
Korlain’s face flushed redder than an apple at her suggestion. “Yeah!” he said perhaps too enthusiastically. The tauren, who always prided himself on being so composed, then cleared his throat and lowered his voice to a more stoic timbre. “I mean of course. If that pleases you.”
“Nothing would please me more,” stated Yrel as they walked side-by-side in the wake of Torgus and Whitemane. Together, the four friends crested the nearby hill and looked out into the distance at the city of Elodor where the path to Azeroth – as well as an exciting future – awaited them.