Chapter 1 - Satyrs!

Fuck!


Felicia was in a panic as she raced through the woods of Ashenvale Forest. After her recent run in with Trix and her feral friends, she felt it was time to get away from her roommate. This way the Draenei had time to fully explore her desires without roping her along for the ride. Going back home to Kalimdor was always her first choice, and she had heard of good money to be made helping her sentinel sisters fight the Horde threat ever present on the borders. After their first battle, she didn’t feel like she was ready for this after all.

Felicia had been knocked out in the initial wave of the ambush, falling into the underbrush and completely avoiding anyone seeing her for the rest of the combat. She had woken a half an hour later to find the rest of the squad she was patrolling with gone, their Nightsaber mounts slaughtered and skinned on the spot. Being an expert tracker, she had made her way along the trail left by the horde warriors, only to sneak up on their camp and see exactly what she didn’t want to see for her fellow sentinels.

Two dozen night elf women were strapped in various exposing positions to posts around the outskirts of camp. Their armor or clothing was ripped and torn to give access to the Horde bastards moving around, and all of them were kneeling on Saber skins to add insult to injury. As she watched an orc male walked behind a bluer skinned elf and pulled his pants down. The elf screamed as he rammed his large green shaft into her without hesitation. Looking down the line Felicia saw a few others caught in similar acts.

‘By Elune!’ Felicia thought, 'Was fucking all that anyone cared about anymore?’

At the end of the line was her patrol, currently in the process of getting strapped to the posts and getting their armor torn off. Soon a dozen breasts hung in the open air and a dozen wrists were bound. Counting the guards she found that, now that the sun was setting, the horde members moving to the night elf captives was increasing. No doubt this number would swell and wouldn’t fade until sunrise. Shit.

 After a few hours near the camp after sundown, Felicia had to move away. Apparently the night elf sentinels could work past the issue of being horde sex toys and though most just lightly whimpered, a few began to thoroughly enjoy it. The grunts from the men, the wet slapping sounds, and the whimpers and moans from the few women was enough to drive Felicia a bit crazy and a bit horny herself. Rather than risk exposure by driving herself into a frenzy at the edge of camp, the huntress stalked back into the woods until she could no longer hear the fevered orgy. Trying to clear the cob webs out of her head, she sat down on the stump of a small fallen tree and began rummaging in her pack for a drink. She had just found her water skin when a twig snapped off to her left. She reached for her gun quickly and whirled around, her sights set on the new threat.

A new threat which happened to be a deer. It twitched an ear her direction, but didn’t regard any night elf as a threat. Felicia shook her head as the thing trotted off and sat down on the stump again. She was obviously on edge, being so close to the Horde encampment. She took a big drink to help herself relax, which meant she was immediately taken off guard by something behind her which smashed hard into her head, sending her into unconsciousness for the second time that day.

Felicia awoke not long after with a groan. She felt the cool night air tickling her bare thighs and her heaving chest. Her body was arched painfully and something twisted and wooden wrapped around each arm and leg. At first she was afraid she had been caught by the Horde, but when her vision cleared she was still in the same grove as before, but she had company.

A pair of vile looking Satyrs, one with purple skin and black fur and another with red skin and brown fur, we’re standing over her with wicked grins on their faces. Before she could even speak (or to be honest, scream) one had grabbed her mouth and pried it open, slathering a sap like substance inside it with a brush. The sap hardened on contact with the walls of her mouth, forcing it open and stuck. Judging by the growing erections the Satyrs were sporting, she had an idea of why they did it.

The forest, it seemed, was full of perverts.

She struggled hard to get her hands free, but whatever they had tied her with was sturdy enough to keep her in place. Her body was arched over the stump, so her ass hung off one end supported by her bent knees and arched feet. Her head hung off the other side of the stump, causing her back to arch high and her chest to heave into the air. The two half demons moved to either end of her and lined up together. They smirked at each other and Felicia had a single moment to take a deep breath before two hard shafts pushed into either end of her quickly. Her eyes went wide as they began pumping in and out of her quickly, thrusting deeper with each inward push. Then she remembered that Satyr’s were Night Elves corrupted by the legion. They carried with them the ability to corrupt what they came in contact with. If they came down her throat and into her pussy, she could kiss her old life goodbye. Is this what they had planned? Was she doomed to be a satyr cock sleeve for the rest of her life? Then her mind faded to the back as a dormant, primal part of her brain took over. The feeling of having two cocks inside her began to override her common sense and she began to moan around the shaft in her mouth.

Felicia was distantly aware that she was in trouble. The strange scents, the pleasure of being filled, and whatever was in that sap was making it so her rational mind was blocked by her sexual libido. She was straining her neck and flexing her pussy muscles to try and get more inside her as her desire drove her to a pair of quick orgasms. The small voice in the back of her head was screaming how dangerous and probably disgusting satyr cum was, but the main part of her brain was just eager to try it.

She heard the Satyrs grunting above her. The one at her head was using her breasts as handholds, digging his claws in painfully as he pounded away at her throat. The one between her legs had a firm hold on her thighs as he did the same to her tight pussy. Felicia barely noticed the pain. They were both picking up pace and Felicia groaned in delight as she felt the shaft in her mouth swelling, but then there was a sickening thud and the dick pulled out just as it started cumming. A few splashes hit her chest and neck as the Satyr toppled backwards, a knife sticking out of its chest and a look of horrified bliss on its face. Her pussy was suddenly emptied as the Satyr between her legs crumpled as well, the top of his head sprouting another dagger. Felicia, spurred into rational thought by the combat, tilted her head, her mouth still gaping open, to see a slim elven figure slip from the trees. Her heart leaped at the sight of her savior. Then it quickly dropped and she began panicking as she saw not a Night Elf, but a thin blood elf woman with her golden hair tied in a bun and a red and gold bandana tied around her mouth.

Out of the cooking pot, into the fire it would seem.

Felicia hung her head back down in resignation as the soft footfalls of her rescuer brought the two closer. Soon she felt one of the leather boots touch the side of her stomach and looked up again to see the elf was standing on the stump, looking down at her with a cocked eyebrow. Her feet were planted on either side of the young elf’s stomach. In the moonlight, Felicia could see the gleam in her eye. The red and gold leather armor was slim fitting and showed of the rather stunning waist, smallish chest, and Felicia was sure it also showed off a cute butt, a feature of all blood elves she had ever seen. As she took in the Blood Elf, she also saw her savior’s eyes wander down the Night Elf’s body. Felicia’s cheeks went hot and her skin was most likely turning a different shade as the woman glanced over her sweaty, naked body. With a precise, graceful movement the blood elf sank to her knees so she could lean forward to be face to face with the elf.

“I can tell you can’t speak, but are you alright?” She said in surprisingly perfect common. Felicia shrugged and gave a slight nod, hoping to convey everything she wanted to say in a few motions. The free elf reached back for something and Felicia braced herself for the attack. She chuckled and pulled out a piece of silk cloth, using it to wipe the stinging Satyr sperm from her chest and neck, “not to worry, I’m not going to hurt you. We are going to get you back to Alliance territory, okay?” She tossed the cloth away and leaned forward, her leather bound chest hanging over Felicia’s vision as she pulled out a knife to saw at the roots.

What did she mean, back to Alliance Territory? Wasn’t she, like all her kind, a member of the Horde? Before she could even attempt to gasp out the question (not that she could have) there was another rustling in the bushes and her elf friend swore.

“Shit, that’s a night patrol. You are going to have to follow my lead or you’ll end up a cock socket again, alright?”

She stepped away, quickly cut the remaining bindings, and then expertly wrapped Felicia’s hands in a loose knot.

Well shit.