Chapter 1 - Making good first impressions

“It’s been so long since I’ve had a good fuck …” Tyrande Whisperwind moaned, slurring her words as she rubbed herself against the array of throbbing worgen cocks surrounding her. “I hope you boys are up to the task of pleasing your new queen…”


Malfurion frequently went on his Emerald Dream expeditions, for centuries at a time sometimes leaving his wife very sexually unsatisfied. Fortunately for him, Tyrande had very little libido and didn’t mind spending years and years without sex or a man to keep her company. Or that’s what she told him. The truth was, for 10,000 years she rarely went a few days without something or someone’s something inside of her. At first it was other random night elf men, but as her supply of those dwindled as more and more of them joined Malfurion, she was forced to move on to other races. Tauren, trolls, centaurs, demons, satyrs, she’d fucked them all, experienced every possible race of cock in all of her holes on the continent during her travels. Eventually as she rose to prominence in night elf society and was forced to spend most of her time home in Tendressil, not outside hunting down random cocks to fuck, she resorted to nightsabres, entire generations of hulking, virile beasts secretly bred in the royal stables to have big, meaty sabres, trained to sniff out sexual desire and breed relentlessly for hours and hours without rest. Tyrande spent weeks at a time servicing the beasts, knotted again and again, filled with their semen, turned into a blown-out, gaping breeding bitch, before a little healing magic rejuvenated her body into a fresh virgin and doing it all again and again. But even that could get boring after a few centuries, and recent developments over the past 100 years, with a steady supply of new men: humans, orcs, ogres, among others, all provided Tyrande with a whole host of new sexual adventures she was now such a slut for. 


So naturally, hearing of a new race of worgen-cursed humans, Tyrande’s first thoughts were on how exciting a man-wolf hybrid would be to have pin her down and mate with her savagely. Her first few diplomatic missions left her aching uncontrollably in all the right places for more, despite having been gangfucked by a dozen of Gilneas’ best for an entire day and she began loudly demanding the Gilnean worgen, loyal to her be let in as full members of the Alliance. Genn Greymane, in particular, had taken a liking to her fat, bouncy ass and she’d filled herself with his cock and cum more in the last few months than she’d done with Malfurion in the last few centuries. 


You don’t need to feel bad for Malfurion though, who needs an old, whorish, beast-abused night elf pussy when your private realm keeps a fresh supply of cute, youthful, virgin dryads starry-eyed at the thought of serving the hero of the Emerald Dream? Come on, if you’re really gullible enough to believe he’s just sitting in there alone for centuries meditating, alone and celibate the whole time, instead of crushing new and tight dryad pussy by the dozen with limitless stamina in Dream form, you better hope he doesn’t find your wife...


Back to the present though, and Tyrande’s head buzzed with lusty desire as she drooled over the assembled cocks. Finally, she wouldn’t have to hold back anymore. Initially, she’d planned on keeping her obscene love for worgen cocks a secret, only taking a few hung, well-bred nobles like Genn as secret consorts, dicking her down every night in the privacy of her most personal chambers. As soon as the first gang of wolfmen arrived on her shores any thoughts of subtlety went out the window. Her throbbing cunt practically gushed as she guided them to their new living areas, stumbling with her undergarments soaking wet and the wolf-men easily sniffed out her arousal. By the time they reached the temple of Elune, Tyrande was done holding back. She wanted to be bred, here, in the most sacred of night elf sanctuaries. Foreign beasts would lay with her, break her mind with their cocks, make her their slave, and all her priestesses and anyone else that happened to walk in would see what their matriarch craved.


And now, surrounded by a fleet of rapidly hardening, dark red wolf cocks, Tyrande could do nothing but moan as she felt very, very small and weak underneath hundreds of pounds of hulking beast. Big, sinewy hands groped and grabbed at her from every which way, a dozen clawed appendages ripping and tearing away at her clothes, until her beautiful priestess robe lay in tatters on the floor and her perfect, delicate purple skin was exposed to the predatory gazes of her many lovers. “Hughghnnn…” she whined as she was carelessly passed around and fondled. “Y-you’re all so … s-so rough, I … I-I love it…” Their hands groped at her perfectly smooth purple skin, soft flesh giving way as her thick hips and full tits in particular were squeezed and pawed and otherwise played with.


After a few minutes, mind overridden with lust, Tyrande simply got down on her hands and knees, raising her plump ass in the air and wiggled it, juices dripping from her swollen cunt. “Oh please, j-just do me already … I can’t wait anymore … please, b-breed me, make me yours, claim my pussy… I’m nothing more than a few holes for yOUAHGRHGHH!” her lusty begs were cut off and replaced by a depraved scream as the first worgen slammed his entire girth straight into her waiting slit. Her pussy stretched painfully to accommodate the invader. His pointed red prick may not have been the biggest Tyrande has ever taken, but it was certainly unique, and mindblowingly amazing to have inside her. As more cocks approached her, she squealed in delight, grabbing desperately at more worgen meat to please. 


One shoved himself deep into her hot, wet mouth and slammed balls-deep directly into her tight throat, fat balls loaded with womb-filling semen slapping against her chin hard. He closed his hands around locks of her flowing green hair, yanking roughly with each thrust, jerking her head deeper into his crotch and jamming his cock harder into her throat. Tyrande was no stranger to having uncomfortably big dicks in her throat, of course, and simply took the savage facefucking in stride, closing her eyes and savoring the rough taste of hot worgen meat. The sounds of gagging, choking, and muffled moans filled the relatively small chamber, along with hard slapping flesh and wet noises as her sopping pussy was filled again and again as well. In addition to being messily spit-roasted, Tyrande reached out with her empty hands and closed them around another two, giving messy handjobs all the while her holes were being filled. 


The worgen filling her from behind jackhammered into the quivering elf with all the experience of a man who knew how to treat a slutty elf. Word had spread like wildfire of why the night elves were so eager to welcome their worgen guests, but few dared to believe it. But now, with his rough hands clawing into Tyrande Whisperwind’s wide hips and pointed cock drilling into her quenching snatch, he, along with his compatriots, realized giving into the curse was the best choice of their lives. Tyrande had lost her mind in a haze of cock-drunk lust, and the worgen were more than happy to take advantage of her. Her deliciously thick asscheeks clapped with every hard thrust, a rhythm of lewd slapping flesh ringing in the small room. A well-used and experienced whore like her though quickly got bored of fucking even four cocks simultaneously. Eager to finish and move on to even better things, Tyrande strengthened her grip with her hands, mouth, and pussy, encouraging the worgen currently fucking to hurry up. Which they did, as cum began splattering in and around the elf, giving her the first loads of the night. 


Her cunt squelched as a load of thick cum blasted inside, the worgen purposely leaving his knot outside, though slightly disappointing, feeling Tyrande’s rear squirm and tense as he loaded his semen inside her was still pleasurable enough. Her insides filled completely by the eager worgen, Tyrande’s core burned amazingly as the hot cum warmed her womb, virile semen already coursing through her organs, depositing nicely inside her. Even as her pussy was filled, the cock in her throat peaked just a second after. The worgen in question gripped her ears and hair like handlebars, forcing his entire incredible length deep into her gullet, stretching her neck painfully wide open, and holding it there as rope after rope of sticky, bitter semen pumped directly into her stomach. Despite being held in such a submissive position, with her face squeezed roughly in position like a cum-toilet, Tyrande still loved it. She welcomed it, and even as her throat bulged out painfully with thick worgen cock and disgusting worgen jizz filled her belly, she only wanted more. Her pupil-less eyes rolled in their sockets, but the worgen could feel her neck going limp, a sign of her degradation.


“Hughghghnnnn…” Tyrande moaned, slumping to the ground with her mouth hanging open. “Surely you lot can do better than that …?” A hard spit-roast, though a nice start, was not nearly enough to even begin to satisfy the immortal night elf harlot. 


With the challenge issued, the worgen were eager to put their cum-dump in her place. She was lifted unceremoniously and brought to the front of the temple. Shocked would be an understated way of expressing the surrounding priestess’s emotions as their matriarch was brought outside naked, thick semen still dripping out of her holes by a small crowd of refugees. But they were frozen in fear and morbid curiosity as they stood around and watched the next stage of Tyrande’s unraveling occur. 


The worgen put their toy on her back on a small altar table, small enough that her head and legs were hanging off the sides, sweeping off the various fruits and trinkets already on the table with uncaring callousness. With the same callousness, they mounted the busty night elf, now on her back, her juicy breasts were better exposed than when she was on her knees earlier. Big, fat, and round, her tits were the greatest pair ever bestowed on a night elf, the envy of an entire people, and now it was going to be used by foreigners, just like the rest of her heavenly body. One worgen immediately got on the table on top of her, sliding his thick cock between those lovely tits, squeezing her funbags together tightly, fucking her chest with a vigor. More got around the elf, one slipping into her mouth, another into her cunt. More surrounded her from either side and received sloppy handjobs once again. Soon Tyrande was hardly visible to the nearby gawkers, the entire alter just a mass of stinking worgen and musk of hard, horny fucking.


The musk caught the surrounding elves almost like a drug, and one by one the delicate, virgin priestesses, none of whom had ever, in their thousands of years of life ever thought of men, were slipping out of their silky robes and mindlessly clinging to the nearest naked beast, begging to be fucked. Their desires were met, and soon a dozen small elves were also being bred near their matriarch in all manner of positions, a chorus of virgin screams and moans filling the temple. The prude, inexperienced priestesses all broke their vows and succumbed, one after the other, their beliefs scattered to the winds in favor of big worgen cock. Every worgen who wished it had tight purple pussy to fill and the temple quickly devolved into a bestial orgy, with their spiritual leader in the center of it all.


Tryande was in a state best described as nothing short of sheer bliss. A thick cock filled her throat, stretching it out at the perfect angle while her head was upside down, bulging out her slim neck obscenely. Gigantic balls filled her vision and bumped into her nose, while sweaty hair filled her nostrils. The worgen’s hands wrapped around her neck, squeezing the flawless surface, and Tyrande could feel the delicate flesh and skin of her throat tightened between hard cock from the inside and clawed grip from the outside. All the while, her pride and joy, her juicy, perfect tits were being ravaged by another eager lover. The rough titfuck was relatively new to her, most of her previous fucks focusing almost entirely on either her mouth, pussy, or asshole, having a cock messily fuck her chest was still just as exciting. A worg or nightsabre doesn’t have the dexterity or mental capacity for such acts, after all. As his clawed fingers bumped and pinched her rock-hard nipples occasionally, Tyrande’s entire upper body quivered in delight. The final worgen pulverizing her sopping cunt was no slouch either. He hammered into the elf with all of his considerable might and stamina, rutting into Tyrande’s welcoming pussy harder than she’d been done for a long time, one-upping the worgen from earlier. Throwing stamina to the dogs, he decided he would simply pound her pussy as hard and as fast as his considerable muscles and mass would allow, consequences be damned. Tyrande’s earlier creampie leaked out, dripping down against her puckered asshole, more spurts of cold semen leaking out each time the worgen filled her. His bulging cockhead stirred her insides roughly, practically scooping out her earlier cum deposit and creating plenty of room for himself to release his own seed. 


They were in no hurry though, and even as Tyrande’s body quaked and desperate, rumbling moans escaped her clogged throat as incredible orgasm after incredible orgasm crashed through her entire body from her sore, well-fucked face all the way down to the tips of her curling toes, the men showed no signs of finishing anytime soon. Filled to the brim with monstrous throbbing cocks, Tyrande had no chance to gain a semblance of composure, even if she wanted to. After all, she was more than happy to be little more than a degraded whore for her new subjects, and wasn’t afraid to let it be known.


More searing orgasms ran their course on the night elf, the sexual frenzy already far too much for her to endure, her body practically thrashing uncontrollably. The worgen though, were also more than happy to hold their little cumrag down in their tight grips, feeling her squirm as they loosened up her tight holes. It was almost comical, Tryrande’s laughably slim body and weak limbs squirming the struggling under the massive beasts holding her still. And it continued, Tyrande’s back arched as big doggy dicks hammered into her from both directions without pause or hesitation. In all of Tyrande’s thousands of years of fucking anything with a pulse, nothing quite compared to this, not even close. The insides of her soaking pussy burned and shocks of pleasure rammed through her limbs. 


Suddenly, the cocks in her throat and between her chest twitched hard, and spurts of burning hot cum filled her throat and covered her chest without warning. Tyrande’s eyes opened wide as the first few ropes of bitter wolf seed spilled down her gullet. She squirmed as she was forced to drink down her warm treat and feel the hot sticky layer coat her perfect purple tits. She swallowed hard and fast, big mouthfuls of bitter cum, as well as she could, but simply couldn’t keep up with the sheer volume of jizz that was being unloaded into her mouth, choking and sputtering violently to the point some cum even dripped out her nose. Mercifully, the worgen pulled out and unleashed the last of his seed onto her face instead, dripping down her face, painting a visage of filth on the night elf’s delicate features. She gasped hard for breaths, coughing and sputtering as drops of wolf semen leaked down and burned her throat and sinuses. Meanwhile, the worgen spilling onto her chest finished up as well, leaving Tyrande’s entire upper body a mess of sweat and sperm, the lewd dirtiness covering her with putrid warmth. Just as she recovered mentally from being finished on by two worgen, the third peaked as well, potent seed pumping deep into her womb. She wailed loudly as she was given her second creampie of the night, another deliciously fat load filling her up completely. As her torso quivered, squelches of warm cum leaked from her abused pussy. A hot creampie deep in her sopping cunt was just what she needed, her legs twitching as she came off her own violent orgasm.


Satisfied, the worgen pulled out of her swollen snatch, leaving the intoxicated elf mother laying on the altar alone, tongue hanging out, eyes rolling, barely able to articulate herself. Not that that mattered, of course. The next group of worgen that stepped up, hard cocks at the ready, weren’t looking for a conversation. As more foreign cocks entered her from every angle, Tyrande could only praise Elune for allowing her to experience such incredible bliss. 


Group after group of worgen plundered the night elf matriarch’s holes for hours and hours for the better part of the entire week, there was no shortage of men arriving fresh from the Gilneas warfronts eager to blow off some steam after all. She was passed around, ridden like the town bicycle, every common Gilnean that wanted a turn or two with her was given the opportunity. She found herself spitroasted under bar tables, pinned in alleyways, and creampied by far more men than she could ever hope to remember. She visited her priestesses and soldiers, instructing and demonstrating for them the best techniques to please their new masters. She negotiated with the worgen leadership, which more or less meant spending hours with her sopping cunt knotted by Greymane and all the other nobles, personally serving them with her perfect body. All the while, Tyrande’s mind could only hold one thought: this was the best alliance ever.


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“GODS, YES! YES! I F-FUCKING LOVE YOUR COCKS!” Shandris Feathermoon screamed in delight as her holes were reamed open by her furry, muscular lovers. “LETTING YOU BIG SAVAGE DOGS LIVE HERE WAS THE BEST DECISION MOTHER’S EVER MADE!”


Pinned between two worgen, each at least triple her weight and size, Shandris was having the time of her life getting her brains fucked out. Strewn all around her were sights of similar debauchery, a handful of her elite sentinels getting pounded just as hard as their leader by twice as many lupine creatures. Most of them were forced to also take cocks in their mouths, resulting in Shandris being the only one free to praise the worgen’s collective sexual prowess.


“OH, BY ELUNE! YES! MORE! MORRRRRE!” Gone was the quiet and composed leader of the sentinels, in her place was a wanton whore loudly professing her sinful love for big doggy dicks. “DON’T STOP! DON’T YOU D-DARE FUCKING STOP FOR A S-SECOND! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEEEE!” she howled as her lithe body shuttered and convulsed with each thrust of hard worgen cock in her tight puckered asshole or smooth wet pussy. 


Her arms and legs circled tightly around the lover battering her from the front, filling her hands with hot fur, her depraved, slutty side completely breaking through her cold warrior facade, Shandris loved every moment of the rough treatment her new friends were bestowing on her body. Unwitting love juices rained down from her soaking pussy each time the red member pulled out of her, keeping his progress well-lubricated and allowed him to pump into the squealing sentinel even faster. He did so, smashing her juicy cunt with ever-increasing speed, ramming in and out at blistering pace. His freakish worgen strength and endurance was enough to breed an entire village, but Shandris had endured much hardship in her life and was no lightweight either. She could take a few big cocks, having spent many nights with her mother breeding the nightsabres and other beasts, or between a few hung Horde prisoners to blow off steam.


“COME ON, HARDER! HARDER! HAR-” Shandris was cut off abruptly by the other worgen, the one filling her clenching asshole, as he bit down on her delicate neck, not breaking skin but still hard enough to be painful.


“Shut up, slut. We get there when we get there. Plus,” he growled lecherously in her ear. “You should try saving some energy. We’re going to be here all night long, and you’ve got at least two dozen worgen cocks waiting for you. If your mother doesn’t finish with them first, that is. We promised her she’d be the first to birth a half-child, after all. Part of the deal.”


Such depraved and degenerate thoughts filled her mind, but only drove her further down the road of madness. “No! I deserve your cum! I’m your slutty little night elf cocksleeve, your plump breeding bitch! She’s old and used up, I deserve your cum. Cum inside me! DO IT! BREEEEEED MEEEEEE!” she moaned as the pair began unloading their fat nuts deep into her. 


“You wanna get pregnant? Well here it is!” the first worgen growled, cock twitching as he shot rope after rope of thick semen into Shandris’ lovebox. His companion did the same, filling her bowels to the brim with hot seed. Her entire lower core flooded by viral worgen cum, Shandris felt like she was embraced by Elune, body heaving as the blissful warmth of being double-creampied settled into every nerve of her body. Legs weakened, she crumpled into a heap, jizz leaking from her abused holes now that there were no long big dicks to plug them up.


“W-wha… you… you didn’t knot me....” Shandris’ voice trembled, still in a heap on the ground.


“Nope.” A large furred and clawed foot stepped forwards, solidly on the side of Shandris’ head, pressing her into the ground painfully. “Once we knot you, your holes will be full and unfuckable for a few hours. So you’re going to have to earn it. As the alpha, I will be the one to knot your pussy and preserve the greatest chance of breeding you. But first,” he gestured to the 30 worgen in the area, some just standing around, others casually ravaging the horny elite sentinels accompanying their leader. “First you must fuck every man here. Every last one will get a chance to fuck you as they see fit. Twice or more if they wish. And only then will you get the honor of being knotted by me.” He lifted his foot off the sentinel leader and leaned down, fetid breath blasting her in the face. “Understand?”


With nothing more than a determined look, Shandris simply stumbled into the muscular arms of another worgen and began grinding her ass against his crotch. She gestured to another few worgen nearby to approach. Before too long, she was the center of their tandem. Again, two cocks fucked her lower holes, one in her sopping pussy and the other deep in her ass. But now, knowing that quantity of cocks pleasured was the gatekeeper between her and getting the luscious knotting she so desired, she refocused her efforts on fucking as many cocks as possible. One in her mouth, which she deepthroated with the finesse of a well-practiced whore, and another two, one in each hand, giving messy, sloppy handjobs, her hand-eye coordination obviously suffering from being stuffed airtight with cocks. Taking the initiative, a few more worgen stepped up and rubbed their cocks against whatever little patches of skin weren’t being occupied, one even stroking himself off with her soft feet.


She’d started on her hands and knees with worgen all huddled around her, but eventually being reamed from both ends hard and fast by hundreds of pounds of hard muscle and flesh was just too much for her frail elven form and she collapsed. With most of her body unavailable to fuck in that position, it simply wouldn’t do. So the assembled worgen simply picked her up and suspended her in mid-air, one holding her by the hips and legs, the other by her throat. Her arms and legs dangled uselessly unless someone wanted to use those unoccupied limbs to pleasure themselves. She mutely realized it when hands closed around her ankles and cocks rubbed against the soles of her bare feet. She felt weirdly honored that these animals would find as boring a surface as the bottoms of her feet to be nice enough to fuck, but really it was more for the novelty of the situation more so than anything else, and she enjoyed the exotic sensations. 


The ordeal went on for hours and hours, Shandris gritting her teeth when her mouth wasn’t full of wolf cock, enduring savage fucking from over two dozen worgen. They tagged in and out with ruthless efficiency. Her holes were never empty for long, and her throat was only given a break so she could wail and moan her pleasures mindlessly, only spurring the assembled gangbangers on further, before a bored worgen would once again claim her mouth as his fuckhole. 


When one of her holes filled with cum, she would only be allowed mere seconds to reprieve before another wogen took his place and continued the onslaught. Hot jizz splattered her from every direction, hosing her down. “HGUHGHHH… YESSSSSS … GIVE ME YOUR CUM!” Shandris screamed and moaned for more throughout, only concerned with getting off cock after cock. Which she did very well, as one after the other, and then a second time for some, the assembled men erupted their loads all over the moaning elf, sheets of hot white semen covering her entire body. Her hair stuck together in clumps, mixed with sweat and cum, framed her contorted face nicely. With so much jizz covering the once-proud sentinel, the remaining worgen were beginning to have trouble finding a fresh spot of skin to sully, soon abandoning that altogether, simply content to release on the elf wherever they pleased.


For many, that involved dumping gallons of batter straight down her throat directly into her belly. Shandris choked down mouthful after mouthful of bitter, salty semen, violently throwing it back up periodically, much to the disgust of her lovers. Bubbles of disgusting cum formed around her mouth and nose, so much of it that she simply couldn’t handle it.


“Fucking elf bitch,” one snarled. “We give you all this cum and you just throw it back up like that? Keep it down next time, cunt, or we’ll force you to drink it down again!”


Mind completely gone, Shandris could do nothing but desperately nod, before another set of cocks unloaded deep into her, her entire body serving as a cum-repository for the worgen. So far gone she was, she barely noticed the biggest cock of the lot starting to fuck her. The entire pack, satisfied, departed and went off to find fresh, or at least somewhat fresh night elf wombs to fill up, leaving the alpha to finally claim his prize personally. 


His long dripping tongue slapped Shandris across the face, leaving stinking lines of thick drool. “You’re mine now, little elf,” he growled into her long ear. He held up her small body, hands full of her ass, lifting up and dropping her back down on his bitch-breaker again and again.


Shandris could do nothing by scream in mindbending pleasure as finally the alpha’s big fucking cock was rearranging her guts. In the heat of blowbanging a good dozen hung worgen to completion multiple times each, she’d completely forgotten about the sweet prize awaiting her at the finish line. “Ohhhhh… YES! HARDER! MORE!” she cried, finding a little more strength in her voice to continue her elated responses. Her legs hung limp in the air, bouncing wildly as she was impaled. Her arms desperately grabbed behind her, wrapping around the worgen, clinging on for dear light as she was held in the air purely by his strength as she was borderline flung around. Her tits, nowhere near as perfect as her adopted mother’s but still very impressive in their own right, jiggled nicely as her body bounced up and down. “Oh, you big FUCKING ANIMAL! YESSSS! JUST LIKE THAT! USE MEEE- HRULRLLKKK!” Her screams of delight were finally cut off as the alpha, tired of hearing her drivel, slid his tongue deep into her mouth and throat. He felt her own tongue jostle desperately to remove the invader, but like every other physical aspect between the two, the small elf had no chance and the worgen claimed her mouth as well. Not that she really minded, and her eyes rolled in their sockets as she was fucked from both ends by the same worgen. Her sex burned even hotter and she could sense the end coming. 


“If I do it, you’re mine now,” the alpha purred, completely relaxed knowing how completely vulnerable the night elf soldier was. “You won’t be a leader anymore. Or a soldier. Or even a thinking, individual elf. You’ll be my personal toy. Just a warm piece of meat, nothing more. 24 hours a day, you’ll be by my side and anytime I wish, I’ll rip off whatever clothes you’re wearing and fuck you however and where I want. You’ll drink so much cum every day you won’t need food. Your sole purpose in life will be to serve me. Understand?”


“HUHRHGHH… YES! YES! I’LL DO IT ALL. I’M YOURS, I’M YOURS! JUST KNOT ME! KNOTTTT MEEEEEE!” she shrieked as her mate came hard, jamming his entire red member all the way into her depths. She could feel her insides pulsing, pushed aside to accommodate the overbearing invader, stretching as the alpha claimed her body so she would never be the same again. The head of his cock pushed into Shandris’ womb, poking into it and released a torrent of burning seed. The warm filled her up completely and left her in a maddeningly dizzy state, her tongue hanging out, drooling over herself in delirium, and as the knot expanded inside her as she was promised, the last vestiges of resistance or dignity crumbled. “Ohhhhhhh yessssss … just like thaaaaaat …” she cooed, abused pussy clenching tight around her lover’s hard knot, as his hands squeezed her asscheeks hard, rewarding her enduring his harsh fucking. Her insides drenched and stretched out by an inflated knot, her mind broken and turned into a drooling mess, Shandris found herself completely in a mind-broken stupor of post-fuck glory. She was his now, a cum-drunk breeding bitch, good for nothing but pumping out half-pups like a good night elf. Soldiering as a Sentinel was a waste, she had men to take care of that, she realized. Her true place was here, thick worgen jizz pumped inside her, pleasing her master with her lithe body. So pleasing was she to men’s eyes and cocks, why did she ever consider doing anything else?


Coming off the blissful high of being knotted, she tilted her head up and licked at her master’s jaws, bathing in the fetid carnivorous stench that made her heart pound in fearful lust. “How long will we have to stay like this …?” 


“A few hours, at least. Why, you starting to regret this?” the worgen teased.


“No, I just don’t .... think I can wait that long,” Shandris begged. “Finger my asshole in the meantime?”


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“MURULUULRRFFF! GLLURURKRKKK .... HURULRULURLKK!” Jaina Proudmoore found herself suspended upside down, throat filled with a giant worgen cock while its owner’s thick tongue slurped away at her dripping pussy. Unlike her Alliance counterparts who preferred quality over quantity, Jaina immediately honed in on the biggest, most menacing monster she saw out of the first group that arrived at Theramore, and practically dragged him into a nearby alleyway. The hulking beast had no qualms, voraciously ripping her expensive mage robes into a pile of beautiful shreds in the muddy alley, barely giving the archmage a moment to complain before shoving his veiny cock deep into her throat. 


And now she was right where she wanted to be, in the arms of a powerful lover ready to make her feel good, the added atmosphere and taboo of being completely exposed in a dirty alley, with only the faint shadows veiling the pair making her all the wetter. At any time, someone could walk in and see the scandalous sight. Her friends had always suspected what sort of wanton whore she really was, holding tight relationships with orcs and dragons. No wonder she couldn’t control the giga-autist turbo-virgin Garrosh the same way she kept Thrall on a cock-length leash. But rumors and hearsay was all there was, it wasn’t like she’d been stripping in the bars or lap dancing, sucking cocks under tables. Often enough to be recognized, anyway. 


But now, deep down inside, she wanted to be exposed, to reveal to her city and the world that Jain Proudmoore, daughter of the sea, Archmage of the Kirin Tor was just a dumb slut for big cocks, degrading herself to be nothing more than a cumrag to be used and thrown away by animals, no less. Jaina loved cocks. Not humans, of course. Arthas was pathetic enough, and the first time she’d met Thrall she experienced was real sex was like. Bent over a table, crushed breathlessly by 250 pounds of hard muscle, all sense of composure and reason fucked out of her. Lusting for more, Jaina frequently spent long trips at all the Horde capitals, especially giving lots of love to the orcs, tauren, trolls, never was it difficult to find a pack of bored men willing to fuck a pretty blond human. Negotiations with the various Horde leaders rarely amounted to anything more than poorly disguised booty calls, Jaina usually getting naked before the doors closed. After which, the voracious human girl would roam the streets, taking center stage at a few public gangbangs before finally sating herself and teleporting back home, warm and filled with a few dozen loads of Horde cum. Amazing experiences as those were, even orc cock couldn’t match up to these worgen. They were good enough without better options, but even orcs didn’t have the strength or stamina to truly ruin her the way these worgen could.


The alpha worgen slurped loudly as he ravaged her puffy folds with his elongated tongue, eating her out with savage speed and precision. He held her upside down against the wall by her ankles, spreading her legs wide apart. The blood rushing to Jaina’s head dizzied her and the monstrous prick filling her throat and blocking her from oxygen certainly didn’t help. She pressed her head against the dirty alley wall, straining her neck as her assailant rammed his crotch against her face hard and fast. If she ever relaxed, the worgen would likely bash her skull open against the bricks. The intensity of being facefucked so hard and messy kept her mind a foggy whirlwind of brainless lust and carnal desire. Her pale legs twitched and writhed in his tight grip as she was fucked from both ends, incredible pleasure overwhelming her senses. She wanted it so fucking badly. 


She squirmed and strained, and her muscles tightened and quivered as she came from the rough pussyeating, moaning best she could with such a big cock plugging up her throat. Sensing her orgasm, the worgen pulled out abruptly, allowing Jaina’s moans to spill out unimpeded. 


“Careful, slut, someone might hear you…” the worgen mocked. “You wouldn’t want all of Theramoore to know how much of a whore their leader is, now would you?”


“I-I-” Jaina stammered, still mentally not all there after such a mind-breaking fuck. “J-just give me more…”


Just a few minutes later…


“I’M IN LOVE WITH BIG WORGEN COCKS!” Jaina screamed. “YESSSSS! MORE!” She was sandwiched between three worgen, two cocks buried in her gaping pussy and a third probing deep into her asshole. More importantly, the four were gathered in the middle of the town square. A small crowd had gathered, including a few concerned soldiers who attempted to break them up, before being told off by Jaina. More and more spectators gathered by the commotion in time to see their dear leader break.


“What are you?” one of the worgen snarled, its rancid breath curdling in her nostrils.


“I’M A DUMB FUCKING WHORE! A STUPID PIECE OF MEAT! A CUMRAG FOR BIG WORGEN COCKS!” Jaina screamed in reply, before rubbing her face against the worgen’s toothy maw, sluttily running her fat lips and tongue all over the animal’s dirty teeth and tongue. "HGUUHHGUHGNNN … I LOVE IT SO MUCH!"


A hand yanked roughly on her hair, jerking her neck backwards painfully. “And do you have anything to announce to your people of Theramore?” the worgen taunted.


“C-CITIZENS OF THERAMORE...W-WOMEN MOST OF ALL!” she cried out to the assembled crowds. “YOU MUST MAKE OUR NEW GUESTS WELCOME! ANY WORGEN THAT REQUESTS SEX FROM YOU MUST BE FULFILLED! ALL PUBLIC INDECENCY LAWS ARE SUSPENDED FOR WORGEN UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!”


“Good girl,” the worgen laughed. “A fine leader. Don’t worry, your female citizens are about to have the time of their lives. As are you…”


And so, spurred on by their benevolent leader, Theramore went the way of the night elf homeland, a mess of orgies, small human women gangbanged out in the open by hordes of hung worgen monsters. Shopkeepers were bent over their counters and wares, the entirety of the female barracks transformed into a makeshift brothel with the soldiers stripped of their armor and passed around like common whores, and Jaina Proudwhore at the center of it all, her holes ravaged loudly by crowds of worgen. Eventually as the sun set, Jaina grabbed a few brutes for herself and brought them back to her private quarters, for a full day of sweaty sex and creampies wasn’t enough to satisfy her; she wanted to be fucked until she was completely unconscious, and wake up in the morning being rammed in every hole like nothing had happened. Of course, the worgen were more than happy to fulfill her depraved requests.


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“Stupid mutts,” Valeera Sanguinar turned up her nose and cursed in her native tongue. The blood elf thought little of worgen, always considering them little more than animals. But now Varian had fully accepted them into the Alliance, their case most heavily backed by the matriarch. The reason Tyrande wanted horny, big-dicked brutes in the Alliance was the worst-kept secret at this point, made even more obvious by her generous offer of having their new allies live in Darnassus. Guess this is what happens when your men have a habit of disappearing for centuries at a time. One couldn’t walk 3 feet without bumping into a night elf woman loudly being bred by a group of eager worgen. 


And Valeera had done just that, stepping into a sweets shop only to find the owner, a leggy blue elf being bent over the counter by a grey-haired worgen. Another one, with darker fur stood into front of the quaking elf, claws wrapped firmly around her purple hair while pumping his member deep into her throat, rivers of precum and saliva dripping onto the floor. 


Trying to ignore the messy noises coming from the copulating trio, Valeera haughtily strolled over to the counter with a sack of dark chocolates, she stood a good 3 feet away, wondering how to approach. 


Noticing her presence, the dark-furred worgen turned away from the slutty night elf swallowing his cock and leered at the blood elf.


“Didn’t think I’d find a pink-skin here… you looking for something?” he laughed. 


Valeera turned up her nose, but the musky, unmistakable odor of hard, messy breeding and big, viril cocks filled her sensitive nostrils and wetted her panties. No! I’m not going to submit to ...them! Valeera’s mind raced, trying to keep her composure. “Nothing from you stinking beasts.” She tossed a few coins onto the counter and turned to leave.


The worgen simply laughed again. “Aw, look at her, trying to be cold. C’mon girl, you pinkies have your reputation for a reason, you know? Nothing wrong with upholding it...”


Valeera turned in a rage. “What the fuck did you say?!”


“You elf girls are sluts for big cocks. Whenever we take female Horde prisoners, a tauren or orc or troll might take a week of rape to break. But blood elves come to us already broken. One sniff of a superior beastly man and you fall to your knees begging to be fucked. The prison compounds are nothing more than breeding stocks after excursions into your homelands, and our soldiers are practically encouraged to take as many female prisoners as possible as … moral supplements. And you might have heard we hang some of those prisoners. But the truth is, sometimes some stupid chud leaves his dick in her throat for too long and she chokes to death. We could send back their mangled bodies, bloated with cum, but leadership frowns on it. So we just say we hanged them instead, for war crimes or whatever.” Looking at Valeera’s simmering rage again, he simply chuckled. “Hey, I’ve said nothing but the truth. One sniff of my cock and you’ll be nothing but a cockdrunk whore. You’ll see for yourself.”


“I-” She choked on her words, unable to speak. He was right, of course. Blood elf women were notorious sluts, filling their pussies with anything that had a pulse. And sometimes not even that, as Sylvanas had ensured during the occasional diplomatic meeting. B-but i-i … FUCK! Why do their cocks have to smell so fucking GOOD?!


Seeing her frozen in indecision, the worgen advanced on her, making their decision in her stead. They took position, the dark-furred one in front and the grey one behind. The dark worgen grabbed her by the shoulders and slobbered his long tongue all over the elf’s face, leaving behind rivers of hot saliva. Meanwhile, the grey worgen kelt down and tore away Valeera’s clothing below the waist, ripping through her soaked panties. He spread her soft, full buttcheeks and began applying similar oral lavishing on her bountiful ass. “Never met an elf with an ass I didn’t want to destroy.” he growled between licks.


The first worgen laughed. “I prefer watching your face, you know. That’s how we make such a good pair, he takes you from the back and me from the front. I like to see the exact moment when your face changes and you admit there’s nothing in the world tastier than a big worgen dick. No drink sweeter than a dose of cream straight from my balls.” He grabbed at and clawed at her tits, through her still intact shirt and bra, with a roughness fitting of his beastly form. “And some jiggly tits are always nice too. Nice to see you’ll have plenty of milk to feed our brats.”


Even at being so roughly and lewdly violated, Valeera could do nothing but stand there, shaking as two fat tongues slobbered all over her. F-fuck, I need to leave, I need to run, I-I need … I need… I NEED THAT COCK! The dirty musk of recently fucked cocks overpowered her mental capacity and she subconsciously began grinding her fat, pale ass against the worgen’s face. Small, quiet moans escaped her lips as the pair ravaged her entire body, covering her with a thick layer of stinking wolf saliva. Claws dug into her clothes and ripped apart, spilling her beautiful chest out in the cold air while her pussy was allowed to drip in anticipation unimpeded onto the floor. Her beautiful pink breasts exposed to the world, nipples hard enough to cut glass.


“Wow, she’s really getting into it!” the grey worgen laughed.


“What do you want. Slut?” the dark worgen asked, roughly groping Valeera’s tits, much to her delight.


“I-I …” she stammered, on the verge of losing control already. I want you to fuck off!, her mind screamed, but spoke with a timid voice instead. “I want you to fuck me…”


“That easy, huh?” With that, the dark worgen crudely grabbed the back of the elf’s head and shoved her down, practically into the ground. Meanwhile, the grey worgen grabbed her thighs instead and lifted them, and in a second, Valeera was lifted completely off the ground and parallel to it, suspended entirely by the worgen pair. She opened her mouth to complain, but got off no words at all before the biggest cocks she’d ever seen shunted themselves deep into her throat and asshole. At least a foot each of throbbing wolfcock bulged out her throat obscenely as it entered, while a similarly sized prick stretched out her ass until it practically gaped. 


Valeera’s eyes exploded open at the sudden intrusion, and even though this was exactly what she wanted, she couldn’t help but attempt to scream in surprise. But with a sufficiently large penis clogging up her windpipe, no noise came out at all. And now the worgen were in position to make their blood elf their bitch. 


Precariously, both took their hands off of Valeera, leaving her entirely suspended on their dicks, in true spitroast fashion. Though Valeera was a small woman and didn’t weigh much, it was still an uncomfortable feeling to be completely suspended in midair by her throat and asshole. All the discomfort when away though as they began to fuck her. Without touching Valeera with their hands, the worgen instead simply bucked their hips forwards and backwards in tandem, swinging their warm little cocksleeve between them with each thrust. 


F-FUCK it feels GOOD! Whatever semblance of control Valeera still had on herself was completely gone by this point. Of course she wasn’t new to rough gangbangs, after all, Broll and Varian had used her on a nightly basis as stress-relief, and she was more than experienced handling a multitude of cocks of a multitude of races at a time. While her compatriots would fight out of any situation, Valeera frequently found herself exchanging her body for whatever she needed. Being used callously as little more than a warm, whimpering fleshlight though, was far greater than pretending to orgasm after riding some fat limp-dick dwarf for a new knife set. More than just a hot slice of meat, however, she was good at fucking. So good that it took less than a year under her instruction and body for Anduin to turn from a limp-dicked, gun-shy, one-pump-chump into a notorious stud that could extract ridiculous terms from any female diplomat with his cock.


So two worgen shouldn’t have been too far outside her wheelhouse, but she was simply unprepared for the depravity of it all. Her juicy tits bounced as her body swung precariously, entirely suspended by big worgen cocks. Her hands reached down for her sopping folds, rubbing vigorously at the unoccupied hole while the worgen’s gigantic balls slapped against her hands with every hard thrust. Her slim elf fingers were nothing compared to thick, meaty worgen cocks however, and her pussy ached with desire, leaking juices like a waterfall, but her wogen lovers knew what they were doing and left her best hole completely untouched. 


Oh, by the light, I’m g-gonna cum with an empty pussy! Only a second after her shameful revelation, Valeera did just that, her entire body shaking hard, moans traveling up the worgen’s shaft as vibrations from her throat, and her body lit on fire with undeniable bliss as she came hard. Her limbs tightened, shaking with tension as she came her brains out, juices spraying from her untouched taint, right onto the floor. The worgen noticed, of course, and began taunting her, Valeera’s face quickly flushing hard as she was abused. 


“Even the biggest sluts I’ve had never came from being ass-fucked,” one of them mocked. “Blood elf bitches really are something else.”


Valeera’s face burned in shame, she wanted to make the worgen duo pay for humiliating her and her race, but their cocks were just too good. She wanted to hang there forever, impaled on the pair of hot worgen dicks, laid low and bare for the world to see. But just as she was finally accepting her fate, the worgen couldn’t hold back any further and hilted themselves deep into her one last time, filling her up further than she’d even been filled up before as their cocks began discharging their gooey load. If the night elf shopkeeper had been creamed by the pair earlier, Valeera couldn’t tell, as unbelievable amounts of cum spilled into her bowels and stomach. She was filled with lewd warmth, hot and delicious sperm, and she craved it. So much so that when the pair unceremoniously dumped their toy onto the ground in a filth heap, Valeera used all of her strength to crawl up to them, begging in her eyes.


“Againnn .... morreee ...” she moaned. “Please, f-fuck me again… I’ve never had anything like that before ... please, I can’t live without your cocks…”


The grey worgen roughly gripped the limp elf by her hair and yanked her up. “Only if you admit what you are. Admit you blood elves are nothing more than stupid cumrags. Beg for your superior men to fuck you properly.”


“Yesss … blood elves are all sluts for big cocks…” Valeera slurred, barely conscious of what she was saying. “We joined the horde for big orc and tauren cocks to fuck, but worgen were the true superior men all along …” She continued, even as she felt two pairs of furry, clawed hands grabbing at her ass. “Huhghghgh…” she groaned as she felt two bulging cockheads press against her puckered asshole. “B-both of you …?”


“Unless you changed your mind, of course. Two worgen cocks are a lot to handle for a small elf like you...” he taunted.


Eager to prove to her sworn enemies just how slutty she could be, Valeera bucked hips backwards, sinking their cocks a good few inches into her ass. Her eyes watered in pain, but she simply fought through it, even continuing her lewd rambles in the meantime. 


“The elf armies are just a sham,” she moaned as the cocks began sliding in and out of her vise-like ass, stretching it so painfully but also exactly what she wanted. “We surrender at the first opportunity, just aching to be raped in a prisoner-of-war camp. Even during the troll wars, women came back from being captured weak at the knees, barely able to stand, but still eager to go back out to be raped some more. And now that you’ve joined the Alliance, I doubt Silvermoon will be offering much resistance to you… as long as you marched in with those beautiful cocks hanging out…” Valeera was hysterical at this point, bouncing dumbly on two cocks forcing her once-tight butt gaping wide. Joining the Alliance turned out to be the right move after all...


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Picked a great time to visit, didn’t I? 


Vereesa Windrunner knocked on the door to Jaina’s quarters. Having just returned to Stormwind after a few months in the field, she had no idea why there were so many worgen running around all of a sudden. She was simply looking to spend some time with her friend, but maybe Jaina could explain the situations with their new allies. 


Suddenly a muffled scream coming from behind the door sprung Vereesa into action. She kicked down the wooden door with a sliver of magic-induced strength and bolted inside, only to recoil in horror. 


Jaina practically couldn’t be seen under the disgusting mess of fur and worgen limps, only her gold and silver hair hanging out from the bed. Plugged airtight, with two pulsing red cocks buried in her pussy, one in her ass, and even more filling her hands and mouth, Veressa couldn’t believe her eyes. 


“GET AWAY FROM HER!” Veressa screamed dangerous, magic flashing from her hands.


Jaina, having been completely oblivious to her friend entering, eyes widened and she pulled off the massive beast cock she was choking down. “Wait! Veressa, this-” her face turned red as she struggled to explain. “I-I … this, we-”


“She begged us for it. Begged on her hands and knees. We creampied her holes, she still begged for me,” the alpha worgen chuckled, before grabbing Jaina’s dirtied platinum blond hair and forcing her back onto his dick. Jaina did nothing to resist, and began loudly and messily throating her master again. “Look at her!”


Veressa stepped forwards hesitantly. “J-Jaina?”


The blond woman, mouth still occupied, could only reach out with her one free hand, which Veressa took, before immediately recoiling as her hand was smeared with cold worgen cum. Jaina’s entire body was a wasteland, looking like she recently stepped out of a cumbath. Every inch of her body was covered in stinking worgen fluids. 


“Jaina, I’m sorry, I-I can’t… not so soon after … I still have twin sons at home-” her words were cut off as a wave of energy erupted from Jaina’s still outstretched hand and washed over her, and she felt the change immediately. “Jaina?! I-I can’t spellcast? Wh-what did you-”


Again her words were cut off when two worgen sprung out and grabbed her, before dumping her onto the bed as well. The blond-haired archmage gripped the ranger by the head as her worgen began tearing away her clothes. She pressed Veressa’s head down against her and pressed their lips together in a deep kiss. Jaina held it for a long time, even as Veressa, uneasy at the thick taste of stale worgen semen still hanging off of Jaina’s lips, tried to push back. Eventually, she relented and reciprocated, twisting her clean tongue against Jaina’s abused one, dirtying the tender kiss even more. Cold, sticky cum stuck to her from ever inch of Jaina’s skin, the blond human clearly having been laying here getting used as a stupid cumrag for quite some time now.


“Jaina … what are you doing?” Veressa asked, tone low and quiet.


“I know you’ve been having a hard time, with your husband’s passing…” Jaina cooed softly, pressing their bodies together, feeling Veressa’s hardening nipples abrading roughly against her own, even through Veressa’s shirt, settling her hands against the curves of her ass and hips. “Stay here with me… stay here and feel good with me… you won’t have to do anything… they’ll make you feel good…”


Veressa’s heart pounded, Jaina easily feeling her breath quicken and her body trembling. “I… I-I c-can’t…” she faltered. “I-”


Jaina pressed her closer, gently biting on her lower lip. “Just me then. Not my … friends, for now. Just be with me… I’ll make you feel good … as friends…” she whispered, almost comically, considering how much dirty worgen semen had already been deposited in and on her.


Veressa hesitated again, before giving up and sinking into a kiss herself. “Oh, J-Jaina…” she moaned as she felt warm, sticky fingers pull aside her underwear and ever so gently press against her womanhood. This wouldn’t be the first time Jaina was roping her into her sexual adventures, just by far the most depraved. The first few nights were just girls having fun, some pussy-eating and rimming between friends. It devolved quickly when the magical dildos and conjured cocks came out, made even more intense with spectral chains and arcane gags. Ronin had been okay with it, being close friends with Jaina and participating himself occasionally. What they didn’t tell him were the periodic trips to Orgrimmar and other Horde cities. While Jaina was at the center of most of those gangbangs, filled by all sizes and shapes of foreign cocks, Veressa stayed more on the outside, but had plenty of cock and cum nevertheless. But those were always with a purpose, she told herself, they were negotiating for advantages for the Alliance. But this? This was for nothing more than personal pleasure, and Veressa felt pangs of guilt for indulging. 


Just a few minutes later…


“OH F-FUCK!” Veressa pitched her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs as a foot of rock-hard worgen fuckmeat plunged into her asshole. Her body was suspended upside down in midair, her face buried between Jaina’s sweaty thighs, while worgen squatted on either side of her and shunted their cocks deep into her holes. Like any elf woman, the maddening musk of sexed up worgen was too much for her, and only minutes after recoiling in disgust at the sight of naked worgen cocks, she was sluttily begging to have them inside of her.


“Y-you’re all SO FUCKING GOOOOOD!” she howled, “YESSSS! FUCK! I LOVE YOUR BIG FUCKING COCKS! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEE!” 


Jaina snapped her fingers, gesturing at the two worgen plowing balls-deep into the elf. “You better give her the best fucking sex of her life. She’s very special to me and if you fail, I’ll castrate you myself!”


Unsure if she was serious, but unwilling to find out, the assembled worgen redoubled their efforts, fucking Veressa’s sexy, nubile body with absolutely no mercy, pounding into her with such force that she felt like she was about to break. And of course, Veressa loved it, moaning her appreciation into Jaina’s pussy as she licked the cum from it, voice muffled but still clear enough for everyone to understand just how far gone she was. “Yes, yes, f-fuck me harder! More! This is so much better than I’ve ever had!”


“Better than your late husband?” the alpha worgen taunted.


Jaina was halfway through muttering an incantation that would’ve scorched his cock to ashes when Veressa simply screamed her approval. “Yes! So much better! His tiny human penis could barely reach half as far as you… his weak, inferior sperm too … he fucked me raw night after night for years and years before I could get pregnant … if you left even a drop of semen inside my womb I’d instantly be bearing your litter… I’m a slut for big worgen cocks now! I can never go back to humans or elves again!”


Jaina, almost a little shook by how quickly Veressa had turned, shrugged regardless and continued making sloppy love to her friend. She took the elf’s ears and pinned her head tightly between her own shapy thighs, hot pressure turning her face red. She looked down at her, smiling and touching at her hair as Veressa’s face contorted into every visage of burning bliss imaginable. 


The elf’s holes were just too good, and the worgen couldn’t last. As seed began shooting deep into her, Veressa goaded them on. “Yes! Cum inside me, just like that! Fill me up! Breed me! BREED ME! KNOCK ME UP WITH YOUR BIG WORGEN COCKS!” She was quickly losing herself, originally intending to partake in a little harmless fun with her friend, but now she couldn’t help but admit she was addicted. Addicted to superior worgen cocks that could fill her up and make her feel good. As their thick, goopy semen filled her cunt and asshole, she turned up her face, red and hot, to face her lover. Jaina looked down at her and grinned, before snapping her fingers. The worgen shuffled, and fresh cock began probing at her holes, Veressa moaning in bliss at the fresh meat. 


The pair stayed there for hours, Jaina manipulating her magic chains to ensure all manner of hot and exotic positions for Veressa, keeping her entertained throughout. As a few of the worgen tired and retreated, more entered the archmage’s quarters and took their place, ensuring a fresh supply of hard cocks and full balls for the pair. The widow and her lover took cock after cock, load after load. Finally, after what felt like forty different men and a few litres of cum, Veressa collapsed into Jaina’s soft arms exhausted to the bone.


“...thanks for bringing me into this, Jaina. It was exactly what I needed,” she confessed.


Jaina captured her mouth in a deep kiss as a response. “I knew you just needed something to distract you, babe. Now stay awhile, we’ve a few dozen more men waiting for us in the morning. In the meantime, I’m about to make a meal out of your ass...”


Ahhh, the Alliance. So very boring. Considering Horde characters are usually the protagonists and the antagonists of every storyline, does that just make Alliance players NPCs? And yeah, the timeline's kinda fucked, let's just pretend Cataclysm and the mana bomb incident was the same week.  
