Chapter 2 - There's Always Enough Space. [Ear Fucking]

As soon as the elven rear-mountains of purple flesh were done with making space, Valeera could feel it served beneath her nose. Like with a dog served a bone, she had her nostrils softly spread, inhaling heavily to find out just what sort of meal stood before her. 

"Good assassin." Silken voice reached to her mind and soothed its remnants, all whilst it continued to marinate in thick bath, drowned in salty nectar and warmed by nothing else but equine shafts towering above her. Horse-worthy cocks squeezed her head even more, showering with precum whilst another tool smeared her face with early, elven nectar. 

Slick fingers grasped the bottom of upside down mug and took it away, showing the raunchy face of Sin'dorei rogue. "It would seem rational thoughts no longer guest in your head, Sanguinar." Tyrande's voice took a softly apologetic tone, even if for nothing else but mockery. 

"But don't worry, that leaves plenty of space for other things." Jeweled hands of kaldorei queen grasped her rod by the upper shaft, pressing puffy, purple head against racial coursin's face, running the tip all around it. "And we indeed need a lot of space."

High Priestess stared down at her former opponent, stared down as much as she could, given her innate cushions obscured much of her view. "I assume silence is an agreement." Fat, royal tool fell into soft lips, rubbing against them and adorning with sticky, salty lipstick. 

Cum fed, filled and drowned, Valeera felt like after at least few hours of heavy intoxicating with southern rum. Warm and sluggish, she only stared at the fist wide, elven cock, one that belonged to the High Priestess. Only two things concerned the goop that once was called her mind: to have more and to be a good mind slave.

Content, Tyrande pressed the puffy head between scarlet lips, exhaling softly with the sensation and then using it to rise one of them. As the pretty, softly spread teeth of renowned assassin shined with whiteness, slick finger sneaked into the destined kisser. 

"There…" Pulling the elven jaw down and wide open, Kaldorei Queen licked her lips, looking at the saliva filled insides. "We need a lot of space in here too. Not that you can be as spacious as I need but that's just my worry."

"One I will be happy to take care of." Using one finger for the bottom row of elven teeth and another for the upper, she ensured that her opponent would be as spread as possible. Soft, quiet chuckle left priestly throat as Tyrande saw the hungering, dripping tongue. 

As the fat elven cock was resting on scarlet lips, High Priestess pulled down precum soaked hood of Valeera's and dug her hand into blonde strands, ruffling them in motherlike manner. "Poor little mind slave. It's almost like all of your thoughts are gone by now…" 

The twin-sided heat vanished for a moment as the draenei sisters seemed to step back, yet it wouldn't last long till the wide, blue tools showed themselves again, pressing themselves against her head once more, yet this time in much different manner. 

Long, elven ears twitched softly as grand equine rings pushed against them, rubbing against the entrances, muffling all sounds with unnerving capability. Even so, words of the elven queen didn't seem to become any quieter. 

"... but don't worry, there is plenty to replace them." 

“Now.” Puffy head of her purple tool made it under sin’dorei nostrils once more, hanging below them as a treat that wasn’t to be eaten just yet but one that certainly let out a heavy, succulent aroma. “Exhale.” The order was given and Valeera could do nothing else but to obey mindlessly, emptying her lungs in a hot, stretched breath that bathed the fat, elven shaft in warm air.

Her lungs emptied, expelling all of the cock-scented air in obedience, even if the taint it left wouldn’t leave ever again. As soon as she was devoid of the life-giving air, slick fingers grasped her nose. “No breathing for now.” Tyrande started her down, squeezing her nostrils and watching as her slave waited with open mouth, growing starved as her body started to feel lack of the necessary element. 

“Good girl.” Kaldorei leader praised, causing a wave of soothing warmth to spread across sin’dorei flesh. Thick precum escaped elven tool, pouring straight onto the elven face, delivering right beneath the closed nose. 

Trapped amidst three monstrous tools, Valeera could only stare up at her new mistress, fel-infused eyes as those of a helpless prey, one in drunken haze but a prey nonetheless. Buried between the fat rods, she would be almost impossible to see for an outer watcher, even if, suddenly, none of the current patrons seemed to take any interest in the wonders that occured by the table. 

Tyrande pushed her hips forward, letting out a luscious moan as her tool bent upwards, bountiful in width and more than sufficient in size, it for reasons obvious couldn’t become fully stiff, what obviously proved not an issue. Supple and puffy, it was perfect for bending down to fill every cavity and adapt to every path. 

“Mhhm.” Elven queen squinted her eyes softly as the sensation coursed through her body, merely a preludium to what was just about to happen. “Very good… You’ll breathe when my word comes” Salivated tongue ran across the plum lips as she backed off, done playing with her prey. Biting her bottom lip, she prepared the head of her tool right beneath sin’dorei nostrils, as close as she could go without closing the very holes. 

“And…” High Priestess inhaled deeply with excitement, what somehow made Valeera gain clear consciousness momentarily. For a second senses of the assassin turned to full alert, feeling the hot, equine heads pressing against her ears in a way that left no doubts about the intent. Fel-infused eyes opened wide, refusal and denial deep within them, even if it was far too late to do anything. 

“Inhale.” 

Her nostrils were let free and she sniffed wildly, inhaling the thick, heavy scent of elven precum, a drug that mind-numbed her in a mere moment, a thing that was perhaps necessary to not pass out from the sensation that followed a mere second later. As her nose was permeated with the carnal cock-stench, draenei twins began their own work.

Steed-like, wide rings of equine nature began to crush her head from both sides, trying to ram their way into her narrow holes, ones that seemingly they could not fit into. Blue, sisterly hands fell onto her hair as the siblings supported themselves with her head, both putting enough pressure to worry the sin’dorei about durability of her own neck. 

Against all odds and logic, her long ears began to give up ground, unable to withstand the force of horse-worthy rods, all as she couldn’t stop filling her lungs with the seed-scented aroma, one that would soon flow through her veins for there was no other supply of air available. 

Drenched and soaked with nothing else but cock, Valeera’s hearing became muffled when the hot, stallion tools rammed their ways into her slick, long ears, making the fel-infused eyes jump up. Buried beneath the frantic hands of draenei sisters, assassin clenched her fists, distantly hearing as hooved twins let out muffled moans, slowly making their way inside her pretty head. 

"Gooood girl, now keep wide open." Tyrande's excited voice was distant but clean, much opposite to her dick that soon slipped between scarlet lips, sliding across the tongue and descending down her throat. "By Elune." 

With third pair of hands holding her by the head, Valeera choked, spitting some of the thick mixture of saliva and precum. As the liquids escaped, Kaldorei tool continued to disappear inside her, much alike the other two. 

Ascending of the fel-infused eyes halted by the moment they couldn't roll up anymore. As if defying all laws of logic, this was the very moment when goat ballsacks slapped her cheeks and massive, equine cocks hid inside her head fully. 

Seconds after another of her holes was full, although neither of the lower ones. Nightly, purple cock slid inside her fully and as her neck seemed to grow by third in size due to the grand bulge, her spread lips laid a kiss on the Kaldorei groin, causing Tyrande to pant pleasantly. 

"As expected of our cousins, tight to no end."

It took a short moment for the High Priestess to return to a civilized expression, one that couldn't be seen on the face of unfortunate assassin. "Now…" Slick jeweled hand moved down from golden strands, stroking Valeera's cheek. "Quite a fill, isn't it?“

Elven queen licked the plum lips, feeling as her meat bent downwards, filling the sin'dorei throat and reaching almost to the very belly. Sensation of the rogue's inner walls clenching around her swollen tool was almost too much. Almost. She wasn't the only one having a go there. 

Patting the cheek of mind broken elf, she chuckled and then grabbed the elf by her temples, holding her in one place, just to smile to the twins. "Now keep steady, my dear mind-slave."

There wasn't much left from Valeera at the moment, the cum-bathed mess of her brain wasn't exactly capable of understanding what was said but it didn't matter. Her expression turned into a mess regardless as draenei siblings began to slowly pull out of her head, making her nerves go crazy. 

The mind control remained dominant even so, keeping the pretty jaws wide open as equine rods slowly slid out of her, seemingly too much of meat considering her little head but no one seemed to care. Draenei sisters were as passionate as loud, their voices soaked with pleasure and saliva pouring down their chins, just to drip onto sin'dorei prey. 

Tyrande exhaled deeply, hot breath escaped her lips as she nodded. "Now that your spaciousness has been…" She pulled out herself, much faster and much easier than the twins, throwing her hips back and leaving tip of her purple tool on Valeera tongue. "... proved, I believe it's time to play."

Fat, blue ballsack hit her cheek and threw entire head to the side as one of the sisters slammed into her head once more. Another pair of testicles sent her the opposite way as second draenei trusted into her. As sin’dorei eyes rolled up again, one at a time, elven cock filled her throat time second, setting something that would become a rhythm for the next dozen minutes. 

One thrust after another, her captors would throw her pretty head around, pulling out their meats and slamming her insides one at a time but in a well synchronized, restless manner. Golden strands bobbed to the sides as equine cocks tossed her entire body around, assisted by a fat, swollen tool of a moon-blessed priestess .

The sound of groaning chair and it’s legs sliding across the floor filled the tavern following her motion, a movement that each of her violators seemed to find bliss in as trio of well-gifted ladies kept animalistic expressions on their faces, their drool falling onto unlucky prey.

With the sheer size of stallion rods and hulking, throbbing cock of a night elf queen, it was as if she didn’t weight a single pound, closer to a cloth doll being bounced around whenever a fat ballsack slapped her cheek. With expression constantly melting and breaking in different ways, she had her nerves turned into a playground for cocks.

Minutes passed as the previously sophisticated ladies mauled her around like animals, making her smell like a cock, right after she was fed with spunk and forced to breathe nothing but the carnal scent of a one, all to the medley of hot breaths, slapped skin and uncivilized moans. 

The force of their thrusts grew as her cheeks turned red like potatoes from the endless slapping of draenei ballsacks, each large enough to cover half of her face. Eventually, she was given but two seconds of respite, something that made the tiny remnant of her mind think it could be over.

Before that short but knottily conveyed thought could fully reach her consciousness, all the rods thrusted into her with force, again disappearing inside the tiny head and then unleashing the white avalanche. Filling her like a dumpster, each of the ladies moaned wildly, draining their thick reserves into the tiny body, which naturally, couldn’t take as much of the salty nectar, especially after her previous chugging. 

Quickly building up inside her throat, level of heavy spunk raised, making its way around the swollen, throbbing tool of a kaldorei queen and spurting out of sin’dorei lips, staining purple groin of the high priestess. 

Valeera twitched as second tide of goat jizz escaped cobalt ballsacks, making its way into her lovely head, turning it even heavier and then erupting from her nose, down onto the moon-blessed crotch whose owner was using scarlet lips. Slick, blue tails brandished contently, turning somewhat erratic whenever another stream was unleashed.

“Sweet Elune…” Tyrande muttered as she kept unleashing her load in few waves, each smaller than the previous, just to then pull out slowly with ragged, shallow breath, filling the tavern with gushing, wet noises as nightly rod was softly stuck inside due to all of the liquids trapped inside.

Slipping her puffy head out of the scarlet kisser, she took a little step back, watching as the built up seed spilled out of her cumdumpster, painting the tiny chest white and dripping onto the ground. “Well..” Elf added with a tiny smile and looked up at the hooved maidens, watching them pull out at that very moment. 

As their fat, equine cocks made it out of blood elf’s ears, she let out a low, soft snicker, seeing that nothing seemed to spill out of Valeera’s head. “We’ll be back soon enough. Don’t go anywhere without us.” Wiping the tip of her tool on the slick sin’dorei tongue, as it still leaked softly, she nodded. 

“Welcome to the Grandmaster’s Lodge.” 

Jeweled hand patted golden strands softly and then its owner marched away to the baths, ready to clean herself. Hooved twins followed in the example, washing off the remnants of their loads with Valeera’s taste buds and taking to the hot pools. 

And so no one seemed to care about the broken doll sitting on a oaken chair, bathed in gallons of spunk and swollen, pregnant-like belly, created in the process of turning her into a cum-filled barrel. With proud scarlet of her clothes nearly gone, she remained there for at least few hours, all till her mistress came back to take her to her room.

It wasn’t the first time Lodge has welcomed its new members.

Neither the last.





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