Chapter 1 - Howling Good Time

  Sirus Darkmire, former citizen and well respected sentry of Darkshire, sat on a log in the woods miles from his former home and ran his claws against the trunk idly as he reflected on his life. Gone were the days where he would sit by his hearth, reading a few passages from a good book while his tea slowly boiled over the pit. He no longer got invited to sit at the mayor’s table for dinner and discuss the politics of the realm. Worst of all, he could no longer roam the streets of Darkshire, protecting the citizens from the threats of the Worgen.


This was likely due to the fact that he now was one.

Sirus brought one of his claws up to his face and flexed the digits in front of his eyes. There was no way these claws could hold a book now. There was no way the Mayor would ever let him in to dine again. There was no way the citizens of Darkshire would ever trust “The Snarling Terror'' to watch over their safety ever again. For the first time in his new life, Sirus was starting to regret the curse that befell him.

Then the others in the pack started growling around him and his mind focused on other things.

He sniffed the air and caught the scent the others had already. His pack mates were already scrambling to their feet, believing a threat was entering their clearing. Instead, a black boar trotted into the clearing, sporting a leather strap with a tube on it. The docile creature didn’t seem to care that it was surrounded by sharp claws or long teeth. It merely sniffed about on its way, heading straight for Sirus. As it approached, a few of his fellows stalked behind, ready to pounce on the unsuspecting prey, but Sirus stood and snarled at them all.

“Back off,” he growled, “Let it come to me.”

A few grumbles emanated from the surrounding Worgen, but they backed off nonetheless. The boar trotted up to Sirus, sniffed him, then started rooting around near him for food as if satisfied it had done its job. Sirus knelt down and pulled the tube off the boar, taking a moment to pop the top off and sniff inside.

The scent that greeted him was familiar. He had smelled the perfume before. Looking inside Sirus saw a small piece of paper rolled up inside. He upended the case and let the note fall into his claw. He unrolled the small thing and scanned the contents.

Hello,

You may not remember me but I was one of the two women you recently ravaged about three weeks ago. I don’t really know if you were the one to screw me or my friend, but I’m the elf who wasn’t expecting to be fucked. I am writing to let you know that, if you are looking for more fun for you and your pack, I have just the idea for you. Enclosed is a location in the Ashenvale Forest. Go to this location and you’ll find all the entertainment you’ll want. All I ask is if there is an Elf and Orc who speaks common, they will come to no harm.

[ul]
Felicia[/ul]


P.S. The boar isn’t mine. Enjoy.


Sirus read the note a few times before finally looking up at his men. They were all nearby, eyeing the boar hungrily. It wasn’t often such a willing meal fell into their laps. He rolled his eyes and turned away, muttering, “Go ahead, you animals.”

As his pack pounced on the boar, who was so docile it didn’t even squeal as it was killed, Sirus looked over to his second in command. “Merant!” he snapped, causing the dark furred Worgen to rush to his side. He held out the letter, “You remember that elf huntress who gave you such a good time a while back?”

Merant nodded eagerly, snatching the note, “Yes, I do. Is she coming here for more?”

As he read it over, Sirus shook his head, “No, but she gave us the location for some new fun.”

Merant nodded, “Very interesting.” He looked up at his alpha, “How are we supposed to get to Ashenvale though? We’re a bit to feral to wander through Stormwind or Darnassus.”

Sirus gave his underling a toothy grin, “Not to feral for Booty Bay though, eh?”

*********

The sun always beat down in the Barrens and made everything hot. It was a reason the grunts of The Crossroads always wore simple armor that covered as little as possible. This was a boon for them, but for a female like Hortia it meant a few extra stares from weak males who could only gawk at a woman, rather than challenge and best her properly to earn her flesh. The X strapped leather crossed from her shoulders over her breasts, holding just over the nipples firmly before wrapping back around to her back. Besides that bit of leather, her standard grunt spiked shoulderpads, and her leather loincloth held by a simple belt, the rest of her ruddy green skin was exposed to the heat of the Barrens. The skimpy outfit was not the reason why she was cursing the bright sun though. It was the smell it was causing from the rotting corpses in front of her.

A proud Orc warrior would never vomit or show discomfort of any kind at the sight or smell of rotting flesh. She had seen a few cringe at the sight of the undead, but none would ever show disgust for a bunch of animal corpses, no matter how mangled or bloody. Urnag sure wasn’t. He was shifting the parts around and examining them with a practiced eye. Hortia, for her part, was forced to spend her concentration on not showing any outward signs of discomfort.

“I’d say about a dozen, maybe half that again,” Urnag finally proclaimed.

Hortia blinked, “No, can’t be that few. This is a ten strong herd of Kodo! That’s more than any group of eighteen could possibly handle.”

Urnag shrugged, “Question my skills if you want, Hortia. I know what I see, despite my old eyes.”

Hortia sighed, “Don’t think your age means you can spout whatever crazy theory you want and I’ll buy it. There is barely enough meat on these Kodo’s to make one, maybe two. 18 creatures could not have taken that much meat; at least not without leaving an easy for us to follow.”

Urnag surely would have continued the argument with her, but a rumbling from further down the road caused both grunts to turn and ready their weapons. However, it wasn’t a raiding party or some other disaster coming for them. It was a wooden caravan pulled by a small grey skinned kodo and operated by a Green skinned goblin in a wide brim hat and sleeveless vest. He was calling out to the beast sharply and holding the reins slack to keep the thing moving. As his cart got closer, Hortia could also see two hobgoblin bruisers lumbering alongside the cart, silent but strong looking.

When the goblin caught sight of the guards and the grizzly scene they were examining, he slowed his cart down and began to pull off the path to greet them. When he caught sight of Hortia and her armor, his eyes snapped to her chest and he gave a broad smile, “Hey there, friends! Looks like a battle took place ‘round here.” He said this more to Hortia’s chest than to anything else.

The orc sheathed her blade on her back, which she noticed only caused the goblin to stare harder at her. This definitely strained her armor and gave him a better view of her taunt stomach and under boob than she would have liked. Her eyes flicked to the pair of Hob Goblins, who weren’t even trying to hide the fact her body was riling them up. One had a noticeable lift to his loincloth and the other stared open mouth, drooling slightly.

Urnag, who naturally didn’t notice any of this, stepped up to the goblin and gave him a quick shake of his head, “Not exactly a fight. More like a slaughter of animals by something. We’ve been getting notice of a few such sights.”

The goblin took the hat off and waved it in front of his pointed nose, “Well, it smells awful. Don’t know how you can stand it.” He replaced his hat and smiled back over to Hortia, asking her, “Any idea what caused it?”

Despite the goblin asking her directly, she wasn’t able to get a word out. Urnag took a step in front of her, answering for her, “We aren’t sure. Thinking a group of about eighteen at the most came through and cut down the herd. They didn’t really leave a trail for us to follow, nor did they use any weapons I can easily identify.”

The goblin stroked his chin, “You say about eighteen, huh?”

Hortia frowned at him, finally getting a word in to say, “That means something to you?”

The smaller man shrugged, “It could mean something,” and then he smirked, “For the right price.”

Hortia rolled her eyes. Here it was. The grand mission of the goblins to wheedle every copper piece they could out of the people. She had half a mind to tell him to fuck off, but Urnag reached for the pouch at his belt, “I suppose I could part with a few coins in exchange of the information—“ he began.

The goblin cut him off, “Uh no, thank you though. I had something else in mind.” His eyes moved to Hortia again, eyeing her up and down. She felt her cheeks grow hot and she growled through gritted teeth, “What are you looking at, Goblin?”

He smiled at her, “I would be more than willing to part with a bit of knowledge in exchange for a bit of time with a beauty such as you.”

Urnag blinked, “Are you asking her to fuck you in order to share what you know?”

The goblin nodded, “Pretty smart there, old timer. Yeah, I’ve been on the road for days and I really need a good lay. I think it’s a fair trade, given what I know.”

Urnag, being the protective older orc he was, went for his axe. He was fully ready to threaten this little bastard for the mere thought of using Hortia like that. But, for all his indignation, he found himself slower than his female partner.
The head of Hortia’s axe buried itself deep into the wooden bench where the goblin sat, between his open legs. The strength of her blow sent it deep into the wood, ending a mere inch from the goblin’s crotch and causing him to go pale with shock. Hortia herself had moved quickly to the front of the cart, her eyes blazing with fury but her body showing the pure calm of a warrior born. One hand held the axe hilt, the other shot up and grabbed the collar of the goblin’s vest and pulled him over the axe blade. He was touching it, but it wasn’t piercing him. As she locked eyes with him she heard the Hob Goblin’s step forward, only to have Urnag step in their way and brandish his own weapons with a snarl. Apparently they weren’t paid well enough to risk their lives against the patrols of the Horde, and moved back to their original position.

The goblin, for his part, looked utterly terrified as he stared in Hortia’s twin orbs of fury. When she spoke, it was through gritted teeth but as calm as she could manage, “How about you tell us everything you know and I let you keep your tiny cock attached to your body?”

He swallowed, then nodded and squeaked out, “O-okay. Sounds fair.”

She released him and pulled the axe out, keeping it at the ready, “Then talk.”

“About a week ago a boat arrived in Ratchet from Booty Bay,” the goblin explained, “filled up with the usual passengers. That is what it seemed like a first at least. A group got off the boat, a bunch of Worgen wearing very little in the way of clothing and carrying no weapons. They were frenzied and happy to be off the boat by the looks of it. The captain seemed happy they were getting off as well. They spent the night roughing up the town, laughing and picking the bars clean. Then, just when a few of the shopkeepers were getting ready to tell them to scram, they packed up and headed out at the command of their leader. Just ran off into the Barrens like mad dogs with no food and no mounts. I thought they were going to die out here, but you just made me think they might be surviving.”

   Hortia grunted, “Dammit. That’s not good. Any idea where they were heading?”

He swallowed, “I may have overheard something about Ashenvale from one of them…”

She nodded, “Anything else?”

He shook his head, “No ma’am.”

Hortia looked over her shoulder at Urnag, “Any other questions for our helpful merchant?”

He shook his head back, “Not that I can think of.”

She smiled at him and reached forward slowly, gently patting his crotch through his pants, “Thank you very much, you’ve been helpful. Consider this your inspection.” She reached into a pouch and handed him one of her inspection papers, signed and stamped already to let him pass. Then she turned and walked away, not bothering to care as he squeaked out a soft “thank you miss,” before kicking his kodo back into gear. His caravan swerved back onto the road and headed directly towards the Crossroads, his cronies falling in line beside him.

Urnag came over to her and frowned, “Giving him the papers was an odd choice.”

She shrugged, “I reward cooperation.” She turned to her partner and frowned, “What the hell are we supposed to do about eighteen worgen roaming the Barrens?”

“Nothing personally,” Urnag said, moving back towards the road to continue their patrol.

Hortia blinked and followed him, “What do you mean nothing?”

“They obviously are heading for Ashenvale,” said the Orc, “which means we won’t cross them on our route.”

“That doesn’t mean we just let them run wild through the hills.”

“I didn’t say we were.”

“You said nothing,” Hortia pointed out.

“You asked what we were supposed to do about them. I took that as you and I.”

Hortia nodded, “That is what I meant.”

He chuckled, “Well, because we cannot take on a war band of Worgen, even unarmed ones, we are going to do nothing personally to take care of the issue. Instead, we are heading to the next outpost and reporting our findings to the commander in charge. He’ll send a runner back to the Crossroads and maybe they’ll do something. There are always people looking to hunt alliance dogs. This time, they can do that literally.”

She frowned, “That doesn’t seem like the orc way, Urnag.”

He shrugged, “I’m old enough to give the glory to some other, younger warrior. I’ve had my time in the sun. If you want to go chasing after them, you can make your case to the commander to be the runner and pursue them.”

Hortia took a moment to think about that. Her orc spirit burned to be able to hunt down these monsters and engage them in combat. Her common sense, however, said that would be a bad idea. She finally shook her head, “No, you’re right. I couldn’t take them all.” She stretched her back and sheathed her axe again, “Besides, I can’t leave you alone on the patrol.”

He chuckled, “Thanks for the concern.” Honestly, Urnag was glad Hortia had said no. With the gear she was wearing, he had a hard time believing those animals would just kill her outright. No, they probably had much worse things in mind for the Horde women they caught.

********

Queldara groaned in satisfaction as the Orc entered her warm pussy, his thick green shaft filling her slowly as he gripped her hips. His powerful hands around her skinny waist were just another way he tried to show his dominance to her, but the way he grunted and thrust into her without pause showed her who really wanted this fuck more. She pressed her body back against him, gripping the rug beneath her hands and knees as he finally pushed completely inside her. His cock twitched once as she expertly squeezed him, then he began to fuck her in earnest, pulling nearly fully out of her before slamming forward hard to fill her up again.

She moaned in delight and let her eyes roll back a bit, savoring the feeling of a nice hard dick inside her once again. He was her third lay today, a fact that she knew the other blood elf women around the camp whispered behind her back. It was ridiculous really. They all were a part of this camp designed to create sex slaves, but none of the elf women could be bothered to suck off the trolls or fuck the Orcs themselves. Most blood elves saw the Horde as monstrous still, despite the close proximity between the races these days. Queldara knew that their thicker bodies and larger than average height meant that they were larger than average in other areas as well. So she decided to bring the people of the Horde closer together in her own, special way.

The orc behind her gave a deep groan and pushed between her shoulder blades, pushing her into the rug as he picked up the pace. She could tell he wouldn’t last long, none of the men she was with lasted long, but they had the stamina to counteract such short fallings. Normally she would have been gone from the Breaker Camp by now, but her recent adventure in freeing that lovely Night Elf huntress had left her in a near constant state of arousal. This had meant a close bonding between her and Mora for the past four days, but the scout had just left on assignment guarding the caravan of the latest male slaves, sent off for manual labor for whomever the Horde sold them too. This left Queldara with an aching pussy and nobody to satisfy it. Hence the three men she had invited into her tent over the course of the day.

Queldara let out a few sharp pants as her body was pounded by the green warrior. He was in a furious pound now, fucking her as quickly as possible as his cock swelled inside her. Queldara once again thanked her lucky stars she had personally invested in magical deterrent for pregnancy instead of just assuming she’d never have sex with the other breakers in the camp. To many of her peers here choose to just ‘uphold their morals’ and not rut with the men instead of investing the money and mana into such protections. She let out a groan as he began cumming inside her, spraying her insides with his seed as he let out a primal howl.

Wait a minute, She thought to herself, that’s not him howling.

The horns sounded moments after the orc’s orgasm began. He had only sprayed a few ropes of his seed inside her before she had expertly broken his grip and rolled forward. She felt another rope plaster her thigh as she stood up, the dumbass too caught up in his ecstasy to care about the sounds of battle and snarling raging outside. She was running for her gear then, the screams of combat filling her ears. She had just reached the back of her tent and grabbed her belt and daggers when a large set of claws slashed through the canvas.

A hulking, gray furred beast in a pair of ripped cloth pants tore the back of the tent open with a snarl. His eyes were full of animalistic fury as he looked around. Quel grabbed one of her daggers out of its sheath just in time for the Worgen to backhand her to the side before lunging at the Orc male. Surprisingly he managed to have enough sense still that he was able to rise up to meet his attacker. They slammed together and crumpled to the ground in a heap, wrestling to get a dominant position and claim the fight. Her Orc friend was strong, there was no doubt as he wrestled the Worgen’s arm behind his back and pinned him down. But what he lacked in strength, the beast made up for in natural weaponry. He twisted his head and snapped a pair of toothy jaws around his foe. He snarled and tore at the orc’s forearm. Green blood flowed down onto the pair, but the end result was the losing his grip to get a good shot in on the Worgen’s head. Freed from his grip, the beast spun and used its claws to dig deep into its foes' chest, leaving deep life threatening gashes in the man.

Queldara didn’t waste any more time watching the short fight play out in her tent. She grabbed the belt again and sprinted out of the ripped back, leaving the pair to finish whatever fight they had left. She strapped the belt around her waist and drew her other dagger, looking quite the sight no doubt; Naked, cum running down her inner thigh, with just a belt and a pair of daggers to protect her? Yeah, that was just her style it would seem.

The sight outside her tent was utter chaos. She could spot at least half a dozen more of the wild Worgen running around. They all appeared to be like their friend in the tent; frenzied but lacking any weapons or armor that would denote them as soldiers of the alliance. But Worgen didn’t run this far, did they? They moved through the Eastern Kingdoms more than Kalimdor. Why were they here?

Right now the answer to that question seemed to be that they were here to slaughter the few warriors the camp had left. With very few slaves left (Only a handful of the Night Elf sentinels who were not yet completely broken remained) it meant that the camp was maintained by a minimum crew. Maybe two dozen guards to the whole camp, the commander, and seven or so blood elves, including Queldara remained. The blood elves were here to help finish breaking their Kaldorei counterparts, a bit of arcane power or shadow magic muddled the mind enough to make them willing servants after all. None were really equipped to fight but her.

This was painfully apparent as Quel watched two unconscious (she hoped) blood elves tossed into an empty pen with a few others. A few of the Worgen were working overtime to tie their hands together, a surprisingly delicate skill for them to be showing. Maybe they weren’t so feral after all. Queldara heard the snarling from her tent increase and the grunting from her orc companion stop at that moment. No more time to observe. Time to disappear.

Being a Rogue had a few advantages. One of them was the ability to cloak herself in the shadows, no matter how in the open she stood. Taking a more cautious stance to keep her steps quiet, Quel faded into nothing before slowly creeping her way along the camp. Around her the Worgen began clean-up of the camp, taking out the last few male guards while pulling the females towards the pen. Queldara was keenly aware of what their panting mouths and roaming claws meant for the blood elves surviving tonight. She intended not to be one of them.

She made her way towards the commander’s tent. If there was one person in the camp she could hope would be rally defenders, it would be him. She rounded the pens, sneaking past a half dozen Night Elf Sentinels curiously looking around at the combat with half dazed eyes. When she finally spotted the Commander’s tent, her heart sank. It wasn’t a rallying defense. It was utter defeat.

A black coated Worgen with blood-caked jaws was speaking with two others. He stood a full head taller than them and they seemed to show him respect reserved for an appointed leader. One of his massive paws rested on the commander’s lifeless body, the Tauren’s face stuck in fury in his final moments. Wrapped around his other leg was a naked Night Elf woman. She must have been one of the slaves the commander had decided to personally break, because she looked well worn out and nuzzled the Pack leader’s fur while her hands roamed upward to search for her prize.

He swatted her hands away as they neared his crotch and gave her a frustrated growl. This was obviously not the first time he had had to deter her from her goal. His voice was deep and harsh as he spoke to her, “Stop that! You don’t have to do that anymore.”

The Night Elf turned her head down, letting her sweat coated purple hair hang over her eyes, but she didn’t leave his side. He turned back to his companions, rolling his eyes slightly before saying, “Continue with your report, Merant.”

“As I was saying, sir,” said the salt and pepper furred Worgen on the man’s left, “The Horde are all dead and routed. We’ve captured about six Blood Elf women, two orcs, and a single Tauren. The rest of the camp is comprised of empty pens, a few Worg’s we set free, and about five more Night Elf women who look like they’ve been through hell.”

He nodded, then turned to the other, “Any word on if any of the Blood Elves speak common, like the note said?”

The other Worgen, thinner than the rest and wearing a kilt rather than a pair of pants, shook his head, “No, Sirus. We’ve asked them all and none seem to be coming forward in understanding. We won’t have to worry about that portion of the letter, it would seem.”

Queldara frowned. Letter? She moved forward silently, weaving her way up to the trio and sliding around behind the leader. She sheathed her blades and slowly reached her hands inside his pockets, riffling through the contents until she felt a piece of parchment brush her finger tips. She lifted it gently, careful to back away as soon as it was out of his possession. She stepped a few feet back and delicately opened the piece of paper to read it.

Then she re-read it.

Then she stifled a laugh.

That crazy Night Elf! She had found a way to free her sisters after all.

She was so wrapped up in the letter, Queldara didn’t notice the wind shifting directions. She barely had time to register the Worgen simultaneously sniffing the air together before the one in the kilt snarled something that sounded… Arcane?

A wave of magical energy emanated out from him, passing harmlessly through his companions and the sentinel at their feet. It spread out about 10 feet, reaching Queldara just as she realized what was happening. Pain wracked her body as she was thrown out of her shadows and onto her ass. The surprising visage of a naked Blood Elf distracted both smaller Worgen for a moment, but Sirus seemed to be better prepared to ignore her body in favor of capturing her. The sentinel let out a yelp of surprise as he leapt away from her and she went tumbling over. He landed in a crouch with a meaty back paw on either side of Queldara’s legs. One of his front claws slammed into her shoulder, not stabbing into it but rather the dirt around it. This did a wonderful job of pinning her in place as his blood covered jaws came close.

“Horde spy,” Merant finally managed out.

“I believe so,” commented the kilted Worgen.

“She’s not a spy,” Sirus snarled, “She’s just another bitch in the camp. Why else would she be naked.”

Merant’s ears lay flat in embarrassment, “Right, that makes sense.”

“Doesn’t matter anyway,” Sirus continued, his eyes not leaving Queldara. His hot breath was so close she could feel it washing over her now, “She’s nothing but another toy for us now.”

“Or,” Queldara said in perfect common, “You can get off me and apologize for putting me in danger.”

Sirus blinked in surprise, “You speak common?”

Queldara nodded, shaking the note in her free hand, “I do indeed. You know Felicia?”

Despite this revelation, Sirus didn’t let her up. He nodded, “I do. Who the hell are you and why should we believe you are the one she was talking about? Why does she care about you at all?”

Quel smiled sweetly at him, “I’d be happy to share that. Got time for a story?”

**********

A half hour later, Queldara was back in full armor and sitting with Sirus by one of the campfires his people had set up. They were enjoying the meat from the Commander’s tent (which was a higher quality jerky in essence) and chatting idly. After explaining the situation with Felicia, Sirus had reluctantly let her up but quickly relieved her of her weapons, which Quel thought was fair all things considered. Then he had told his lieutenants to head on out to secure the camp and escorted Quel back to her clothes. As they sat and chatted, the purple haired sentinel brought over a wine skin and sank to her knees, prostrating before him and offering the drink. He rolled his eyes and took it, shaking his head, “What the hell is with these elves?”

“It’s the breaking program I told you about,” Quel said, swallowing a piece of jerky, “They are fucked into submission before being sent out. You got them just as they were about to leave, so their minds are pretty much set on pleasuring their owner by this point.”

He shook his head, “No way. Not when they know they are free.”

Queldara shrugged and snapped her fingers at the Night Elf, “You there, what’s your name?”

“Slut, Mistress,” was the murmured reply.

“Okay then,” Quel said, rolling her eyes, “What do you want to do with your life, Slut?”

She held up a hand to quell Sirus’s protest as the Elf answered, “I live to serve and fuck, Mistress.”

“Uh huh. What if I were to tell you that you don’t have to do that anymore? That you can leave right now and nobody will stop you?”

“My purpose is to serve and fuck, Mistress. I do not want to leave.”

Quel waved a hand, “There, you see? Completely mind fucked.”

The worgen shook his head in disbelief, “Damn, that is some fine work they did there.”

Queldara shrugged, “From what I read of the note, you were expecting something along those lines anyway. Why is this a big deal?”

Sirus huffed a bit, “I’m a monster, sure, but I don’t keep Alliance slaves. I am still loyal to my king and his allies.”

“So instead you’ll just rape the Blood Elves you captured when there is a perfectly willing alternative in front of you?”

“Don’t think I’ll let you persuade me to let your kin go, Elf,” he growled at her, “I’m still barely convinced to let you go at all.”

Queldara chuckled, “Oh no, fuck those bitches all day,” she said, “I never got along with them and I have no loyalty to the Horde. I was just pointing out that you can have your funnel cake and eat it too.”

The worgen frowned, “What do you mean?”

She pointed at the Night Elf woman, “Slut and her sisters are already broken for you. They aren’t going to be able to do anything productive in society and leaving them here means either another Horde caravan comes through and picks them up or the Satyrs get them. Neither is a pleasant option.”

“You are suggesting they are better off being our slaves than someone else’s?”

Queldara nodded, “Yep. You can ravage them all you want and they won’t break. Hell, most of them still have protective wards to keep them from getting pregnant before they are sold. You could fuck them ten ways from Sunday and you wouldn’t have to worry about a litter of half breeds.”

Sirus thought about this for a moment. As if to prove Quel’s point for her, Slut moved her body up to the Worgen and nuzzled her head underneath the beast’s clawed hand, kissing idly on the palm as she said, “I am sorry that slut cannot be bred yet, Master. Please don’t let that stop you.”

Queldara suppressed a giggle, but then watched as the clawed hand stroked the purple haired elf idly. Finally Sirus sighed and looked down at her, “Don’t worry, Slut. I’ve got a few mages that can help remove those wards for you.”

The Blood Elf blinked in surprise, “Wait, you want to breed them?”

He nodded, “The pack is small, and we lost three in the fight. If we want to make it in Ashenvale, we will need extra warriors.”

Queldara shook her head, “Now I almost feel sorry for my peers in the pen.”

Sirus nodded, “You should feel sorry for them. They are getting the first litter while we find a way around these wards.”

Queldara whistled, “Wow. Glad I was able to convince you.”

This caused Sirus to smirk at her, “Actually, there is one thing you can do to prove your story.”

She sighed, “Of course there is.”

*********

“Tell them to let us go!” demanding Ellesethe, the highest ranking mage in the service of this breaker camp. Her hands were bound tightly and her ripped, golden inlaid robes were probably the ugliest thing she ever wore. She gripped the post of the pen as best she could with her tightly bound hands and spoke through it to Queldara as she stood stoic on the other side.

“Or what, Elle?” Queldara demanded, crossing her arms, “You can’t really expect these monsters to believe they’ll find any resistance in this forest after taking this camp.”

That was a lie of course. Queldara knew any day could bring with it a new swing of Horde forces to claim the area again.  What was important, and apparent by the look on the Mage’s face, was that Elle didn’t know that, “W-what is going to happen to us? Are they going to eat us?”

Quel rolled her eyes. Elle was a ditz sometimes, “Not in the way you are thinking, no. They may do something with their mouths though.”

Ellesethe blushed and a few of the other girls squirmed a bit, “You can’t let them do this to us Queldara! We are your sisters!”

The Blood Elf rolled her eyes, “I don’t remember being your sister when you were looking down your noses at my dealings in this camp.”

Elle squirmed again, “I… I’m sorry about that.”

“Not yet, you’re not.”

The girls started murmuring again. These dainty Blood Elf women were so frightened to be used in the way they forced their Night Elf cousins’ to every day. The Orc women and the Tauren sat stoically nearby, listening intently but refusing to show any outward sign of fright themselves. In fact, if Quel looked at the Tauren just right it might seem like she was almost glad to hear the news, the way her ears were perked up.

This was actually a lot easier than Queldara expected. She had thought talking to the captured women would be hard to do, but she felt no loyalty to these stuck up bitches or anyone else in this camp. She barely approved of them, but travelling from one to the next had numbed her to the atrocities she saw. Now she was about to witness some sweet revenge. She looked back and Sirus and nodded to him, saying in common, “They are as afraid as they’ll ever be.”
He nodded and waved his men forward. Along with the 9 largest Worgen in the camp (besides Sirus himself of course) they were accompanied by the six Night Elf slaves. Each slave was bare and glistening between the legs, showcasing their excitement, but Queldara saw a few looks of mirth in the crowd. Even their fucked minds knew revenge when they saw it.

Queldara stepped back as the pen opened. The Blood Elves screamed and tried to scramble away, but their bodies were easily scooped up and dragged to the nearby stocks that had been once used to hold the Night Elves. Queldara got a chill thinking about taking Felicia here a few weeks back and watching as her sisters got tamed before her very eyes. Now, each stock was quickly filled with a kicking Blood Elf before being locked into place. As the Worgen moved the rest to position, The Night Elf slaves came forward with small knives to cut away their high-born cousin’s clothing. Soon six Pale elven bodies struggled in the stocks, their rears wiggling to free themselves. The Orcs and the Tauren, for their part, were more accepting of their fates as they were latched at the end. Quel even watched as the Tauren woman ripped her own clothing away in defiance (or excitement, she wasn’t sure.)

The Night Elf slaves then came around to each woman again, bringing cups of scented oils that they poured over the rears of the captured elves. Whimpers and pleading escaped their lips, falling on deaf ears as the Large Worgen lined up behind them. A few of the males were hard and ready as they watched the oil flow between their new bitches cheeks and over their slits, others were rubbing their sheaths to coax their dicks out. Several were also being pleasured by the former Sentinels, skillful hands or mouths bringing the Worgen to quick hardness.

After all the Worgen were hard and ready to go, they stepped forward. A few wasted no time, grabbing a waist in their claws and plunging their hard cock in without any hesitation. The screams from the women who got the quick draw caused the others to renew their panic, trying to break away. One by one, the Worgen slowly sank their shafts into the waiting Elf cunts in front of them. Soon enough nine women were panting in unwanted pleasure as a Worgen cock plowed deeply into them. Only the Tauren woman seemed to be enjoying herself fully, her tongue hanging out as she felt the large cock thrust into her, though the two orcs seemed a bit more receptive to the treatment then the lithe elves.

Queldara moved over to Elle, who was stationed in the middle of the stocks and was currently taking one of the largest Worgen cocks Quel had ever seen. Right now it was about half way in, pushing deeper and deeper but probably not going to fit completely inside her. Elle had her eyes clenched tightly as she tried her hardest not to pant.

“Feels good, huh?” Queldara asked.

“F-fuck you,” muttered Elle.

“Oh, I think you’ve already got a dance partner for that, Elle.”

A small, involuntary moan escaped her lips before she managed, “T-traitor.”

Queldara shrugged, “Probably. Better a traitor than a breeding bitch.”

Elle’s eyes snapped open in fear and she looked up at Queldara, “W-what?!”

Quel smirked, “Oh yeah, I was supposed to mention that earlier. You and these other whores are going to breed the next generation of Worgen. Early congratulations, by the way.”

Elle swallowed hard and began to sob a bit.

Queldara frowned, “Hey, cheer up.”

“W-why should I?” the mage asked.

“Because it could be worse!”

“How could it possibly be worse?” Elle demanded.

“They could have kept the Worgs.”

As the first howl of orgasm began from the Worgen and Elle felt her insides and womb fill with seed, she still had to admit that, in some small way, she guessed it could be worse.

********

It was about three weeks later when Queldara finally had her fill of watching her sisters break under the constant onslaught of Worgen cock. Each Blood Elf had been fucked ragged by every member of the pack at least a dozen times. Their bellies were already showing signs of distending with their pregnancies. Beyond that, each woman had slowly developed a love and taste for the Worgen. It was entirely common now to see a Sentinel and Blood Elf mage taking turns deep throating one of the pack’s cocks or waiting their turn to get fucked. The Worgen possessed longevity for sure, as well as the stamina that drew Queldara to the men of the Horde in the first place. She had to admit, as she rode Sirus’s shaft to a third orgasm while his cum churned inside her for his second, that it was a lot better to have both traits.

She clutched at her breasts and rode out her orgasm before sighing and falling against his soft fur. His powerful arms wrapped around her and held her close while she cooled down. He was surprisingly gentle, when he wanted to be. But their first night of passion together a few nights into her stay had shown her that he was also a beast when he wanted to be.

“By the light,” She murmured, “That was a good going away present.”

“You don’t have to leave,” he rumbled, a sound which carried through his chest and vibrated her whole body, “You have a place here in the pack, if you want it.”

She smiled and slowly untangled his arms before rolling off him with a soft ‘pop.’ While she rolled onto her back and spread her legs next to him, Slut moved over and began lapping the Worgen seed out of her still hot pussy. Meanwhile, a pair of Tauren lips wrapped around the still hard shaft she had just left and began sucking it clean.

“I don’t like being tied down,” Queldara replied finally as she tangled a hand through the purple hair at her crotch, “But don’t think I’ll stay away forever.”

Sirus nodded and gripped the small horns of his companion, slowly driving his shaft into her mouth with even strokes, “We’ll be here, for sure. I’m not planning on leaving Ashenvale any time soon. I hear there is a Satyr problem to deal with.”

Queldara giggled, “You think these sluts are horny, just wait till you get to the ones the Satyrs have corrupted.”

Sirus merely chuckled before rolling his companion over onto her back by the horns and really getting into his work.

Queldara watched him thrust down the Tauren’s throat, happy that it wasn’t her as some mindless fuck toy. Then she forgot about everything else and pressed Slut’s head into her crotch, moaning in delight and groping one of her breasts.