Chapter 3 - Aid of the Dragonqueen

“Theramore has been lost and Dustwallow has become a hunting ground for refugees.” Auerate gauntlets spread in an almost begging manner, all while golden eyes stared calmly. “We’ve received no word from Ashenvale, not a single soul managed to carry a message and until we knew, Darkshore and Feralas were gone too.” 

“Winterspring is besieged, cut from any sort of reinforcements and Darnassus will soon follow the same fate.” Devin’s voice was exhausted but resolute. He swallowed as the Ruby Queen had not moved in the slightest, staring at him and the very map in silence; the winds howled through the halls of the Wyrmrest Temple and they were not kind, piercing his armor and flesh alike. From the very Stormwind he embarked on this voyage, desperate to seek any way out of the hell that fell upon them. 

“Dragonqueen.” He repeated her title, swallowing deeply. “Even Moonglade had not been spared; all those civilians, all those wounded soldiers, everyone, they don’t have a place to escape to.” His own glowing, blue eyes fell onto the Western Kingdoms, so finely painted onto the parchment in times when one could take peaceful pleasure from it. “We will be facing a refugee crisis soon - all we have left is pockets of resistance but they shall fall soon.”

“The Draenei and the Kaldorei has been blocked from the sea and blood elven magic is interfering with all forms of magical transportation, they are doomed to fall. If the Horde takes over the entire continent, the balance of power won’t be restorable. We fought for so long but this is different, the Horde isn’t showing even a shred of mercy or honour. Not a single man, not a single woman has made it back after being sent. We can’t even begin to think of the things that happened to them.”

“And if…” He swallowed again, weighing his words. “If we fall. If we fall, then who knows if they won’t…” Devin’s sentence once more didn’t finish as he inhaled deeply, standing before the stone table and more so, before the great throne of the Dragonqueen, who merely sat on it with all of her glory and listened to him in great silence. 

Queen-sized, she had not made a move for the past hour; merely sitting with legs so broadly spread he could see the steel, aureate underwear that hid between these puffy thighs, right beneath a bust so great that the dragoness likely couldn’t even see her very crotch, had she looked. Hearing him at an audience, she had not given a word so far. Until now. 

“Who knows if they won’t come for us, dragons. Is that what you wish to say, Fardale?” Her preaching, resonant voice resounded, all as she tapped her fingers against the arm support of her elevated seat. “You believe that once Horde is done crushing your forces all around Azeroth, they shall turn on us, aspects? That their mighty races will not be satisfied with enslaving just all of you but will come to reduce us to mere slaves, ones to live under their boot as it should be?” The golden eyes narrowed. 

Those weren’t the words he would use but indeed, Horde’s has not shown any signs of stopping ever since lady Jaina Proudmoore has gone missing in action and it was only getting worse. No one was spared; the furbolgs of Timbermaw were subjugated no less, Centaur of Descolace and Barrens turned into cattle, even the cross-faction nature of Moonglade was not respected. Neutrality meant nothing. 

“I’m afraid so.” Devin Fardale declared with a somber voice, exhaling deeply, almost shrinking as if life itself left his body. “The balance of our world is breaking in its foundations and who knows what thing will strike us when we’ll be at our weakest.” It was a bit of a lie, a misdirection as by this point, he did consider Horde as the biggest threat to Azeroth. Nothing could make it worse. “This loss of life must be stopped.”

Alexstrasza nodded quietly, still not moving an inch from her throne and staring the man down, waiting in silence for a timeless while and then finally continuing. “I understand. Not all lives are equal but I do agree, human, that this war has to come to a conclusion.” She declared and moved one leg onto another, allowing that delicious beauty-fat to squeeze itself. 

"I'll converse with the rest of my flight, human. To aid mortals in any of their conflicts is a major uptaking and breaks the neutrality of my flight." The Dragonqueen crossed her legs, allowing the golden heels to shine before the emissary. "And for such, we'll require time. If Azeorth's balance is in danger then we shall find out and help accordingly."

"Until then, I must ask you to leave." The calm, queenly voice carried itself across the temple alike a commanding echo. "Prolonged stay may indicate to the Horde that we have already chosen a side and I wish not to inspire such thoughts." And so, an answer was given and Fardale could do nothing but agree; seconds after was he approached by one of the dragonkin mages and promptly teleported out of the temple - far away to Valiance Keep as these days Dragonblight was a no-man’s ground and no one without a permission had been allowed to even walk it. 

Naturally so, this little bit of time she had given to the emissary was already too much - she was the Dragonqueen after all and had her own duties to take care of. Things so much more important.

So it wasn’t long till she nodded to yet another of her dragonkin escorts and waited for the runes to grow around her, all so she could be freely transported to the floor below. To a vast chamber where her goldened heels sang against a portal platform and where she could step further into it, leaving portals to Thunderbluff and Orgrimmar behind herself. 

Silken bedsteads and cushioned rests surrounded her from left and right as the newly rearranged relief-room shone with colours; with the emptied regals once holding ancient knowledge and with tables full of finely prepared food and wine. "How has the talk gone?" A familiar, practiced voice reached her from the side as a blood elf raised from one of these pillowed beds, putting a tome down. 

"The Alliance is afraid of Horde's might, Belestra. They seek our aid to prevent their annihilation." Alexstrasza declared proudly and then snapped her fingers, undoing the bounds of her, otherwise, impossible to keep on attire. 

"Their attempt is futile as always then."

"Indeed." Alexstrasza agreed as her breastplate plummeted to the ground, hitting it with a thunderous thud of steel and revealing the very bust of the Red Leviathan. Broad, grand and fitting of the Dragonqueen herself, its size and innate plumpness stood as the monument to her ancient fertility. No longer bound by the plate prison, it fell down with fitting glory, bouncing up and down alike a testament to raw, oversized sexuality. "The Red Dragonflight has long found their allies and willingly so, Masters." Great piercings adorned her proper, aspect-sized areolas; that molded iron came solely from melted weapons of former Alliance warriors and now stood shaped alike Horde's crests, all to add beauty to yet another love-slave. 

As finely painted, red nails fell onto the wide hip, this steel underwear fell no less; the mark of the Horde shone above draconic loveparts and heavy, obsidian toys stuck out of both holes. Even so gently but with their very bases adorned by the same very sigil as Ruby Queen's crotch. "Cocks of the Horde will be preserved. My flight will see to it.”

And so, golden eyes fell onto the lowly hanging, tawny meats of two tauren war heroes who were sent today to claim their reward - yesterday they were fighting for freedom and peace, now they had their tools carefully prepared by her hand-maidens. Washed, massaged, kept erect by the Ruby Maidens; all so that they would be ready when the Red Aspect was finally free from pointless politics. 

After all, the relief-chambers weren’t made for the dragons. 

"As it should be, Dragonqueen." Belestra declared unfazed, knowing that it was but the natural state of things - be it human or dragon, all would bow to their masters from Draenor. "But do keep in mind that the folly with Alliance emissaries must eventually end. When the time is right, Red Dragonflight will announce its allegiance."

"When the time is right, Belestra." Alexstrasza spoke as these heavy, armored heels took her towards the duo of bull-warriors. "For now, I believe it is time to relieve these hard working defenders of Life of their burdens. They and their cocks have earned my audience."

"Indeed, Aspect." The Blood Elf agreed, seeing as the dragoness merely stepped before one of the tauren and nodded to her most senior sisters, relieving them of the cock-caretaking duty. As the two tattooed, leaking, chained and scantily clad maidens quickly made their way towards the portal to Orgrimmar,  the blood elf approached and knelt behind the great ruby rear-cushions. "Red Dragonflight must indeed keep proving its intentions if it wishes to remain on the right side of history."

"As such, with the Alliance out of the Temple, your belly no longer needs to appear modest." 

"As the Horde demands." Alexstrasza declared calmly and then allowed these heavy, purple slabs of obsidian to be taken out; gently did her belly shrink after it as a sneaky bulge was present before; even though a sane person would never assume its source. 

Tiny in comparison hands stroked the bull shafts, running across their upper halves and swirling gently around the tips; worshiping the sheer size and sponginess to keep them properly swollen. "And what noble deeds have our heroes carried out?" Her hands moved onto these tips, flatly pressing against them and squishing, squashing that thick precum under themselves, filling the hall with an obscene noise. 

"These two brothers heroically led a charge against the vile Alliance campsite, personally slaying dozens by themselves and as such, defended the right of Horde to all of Azeroth." Belestra explained as she stared at the gaping hole of the Life-Binder, eventually nodding to herself and standing up as the diameter was satisfyingly large. 

"As such, they must be rewarded." They had to. The Blood Elf was much aware of the situation; the camp was mostly unprepared and undersupplied, and as such their victory was achieved at the smallest expense of supplies and manpower. Accordingly, upon sharing their glory, they were bestowed with the ranks of heroes and sent to receive their reward. 

Against Alliance everything was worth a reward. 

"Noble deeds to protect your own people and your own family." Alexstrasza declared, staring at the content, willing faces of the bulls. "Life on Azeroth must be protected at all costs." She continued. "The Red Dragonflight thanks you for preserving what is rightfully Horde's." A solemn voice she had given, ensuring the warriors that what they did was right. "And as such, the Dragonqueen is in your debt."

Soon she wiped her hands into her very hips, giving a fine shine to her skin; all to then dig into these colossus-sized udders, push her very plump flesh around and present just how hand filling, how plump it was. "Do as you will, mighty defenders of life." Red Leviathan’s puffy kisser bent into an encouraging smile as she spoke. 

For just a moment they stared at each other to then merely look at those draconic udders, at all this might being pulled around and at these properly sized, glorious nipples sticking out from between Alexstrasza's spread fingers. 

Mere seconds after did a heavy, bull hand land on the pretty face, hitting it with a heavy slap and covering nearly wholly. A mere moment later her back was slammed against the wall and dragged upwards, alongside it, all as her breasts still wiggled from the force used. Saliva splattered out of pretty lips as these great warriors didn't hold back at all - after all, they didn't really claim any reward. 

They merely took what belonged to the Horde. 

Ruby Aspect's kisser spread in breathless joy as her lungs emptied themselves from such strength, all as the queen-sized breasts were grasped by these giant hands and pointed towards their heads. 

But it was raw pride she felt once her nipples were caught in the maws of the bulls and then pulled to the sides. Shamelessly sucked on, they gave accordingly to their might; filled tauren maws with fine, draconic milk and nurtured their bodies with titan-gifted powers. Squeezed, squashed, they kept on providing alike fountains. Gulp after gulp, till it began to overflow equine maws and drip onto the floor. 

As one hand held the Dragonqueen by her very face, another soon found its way between her legs; unceremoniously fell onto her loveparts to examine them. Running wet, stimulated helplessly by the crushing touch, adorned by that red tattoo, that draconic cunt couldn't wait to be taken by the real rulers of Azeroth.  

Real cocks which brought lesser races to a clarity of mind and yet restlessness over just how much had to change. 

Aspect or not, even Alexstrasza couldn’t hold back once that heavy, proper scent reached her nose; once her true nature was awakened. This was why her maws spread open as a heavy thumb snuck between her lower lips, it was why helpless moaning soon echoed in the halls and it was why her insides were soon but a playground. 

Another hand eventually slid between her and the wall, under these pillowy cheeks, made its way to her well prepared asshole and snuck a thumb inside. With no regard for the ancient, titan-gifted flesh, it just pulled that whole hole to the side and stretched the draconic anus with satisfaction. 

Dragonqueen clenched her teeth then spread her jaws, pouted these lips deliciously, clenched them again and as it was meant to be, opened them wide once more. A change after change, guided by two fat, bull-fingers grinding her cunt and another one stretching that draconic rear-donut wildly, giving it new shapes. Shallow breathing, saliva stretching inside her pretty maws, moaning and milk being gulped down. It all resounded inside Wyrmrest Temple’s newest chamber. 

Belestra merely watched as the Ruby One was thoroughly used by the taurens, put in her place to ensure she wouldn't forget who she served - all which wasn’t a part Horde had only two uses. Pleasure and fertilizer. 

But eventually the source ran dry and maws of the bulls separated from these massive, proper areolas of the Dragonqueen. Abandoned these stone-hard nipples after they provided buckets worth of milk to thirsty warriors, all so their owner could be then slammed forth into a massive, muscled chest. 

No less than thrown, Alexstrasza flew into the war-carved muscles of the first warrior; felt the fog before her vision. Her udders, shamelessly emptied and squeezed with force between a queen and her king, they spilled to the sides in a monument to her beauty. A dragon's hot breath spread across the brown chest, caressed it as another positioned itself behind her. 

And soon she felt them. Two monstrous, pink giants that grew in the meantime, one which now pressed against her belly and gently dug into her motherly fat, the second which ran all across her back for so long she feared it would meet her nape. Thick, veiny and steaming with a scent of a proper male; each heavy enough to knock her out if swung. 

Golden eyes of the Dragonqueen looked upwards for a moment, all to see a pair of so indifferent, content ones; they were here to fuck her, stuff her till her belly would take no more and then just discard. No more, no less, as if she was but another cheap whore at the service of the Horde. 

And it only made her wetter. 

She looked to the side for a moment, to find Belestra's calm, composed eyes as she stood in a most formal position. "For the Horde." The blood elf declared calmly, all as Alexstrasza felt her buttocks be spread to the point of near breaking; as the Ruby One felt her asshole be exposed to all of this cock-driven heat. The dragon swallowed, all as the other tauren raised her higher with ease of one hand, just so he could align his thigh-thick cock against her lower lips. 

"For the Horde." Alexstrasza declared with pride.

Right before being violently pushed down, before her obsidian-stretched holes could meet something still too fat. Her expression broke into a mindless struggle as proper bull tools began a battle with her insides. Even the very cockheads went in slowly, having to fight for every inch and stretch everything around them bit by bit. 

Sandwiched, pinned between two giants, the Ruby Queen felt as her flesh tried to fight, to tighten, to clench, to do something and prevent being absolutely rammed aside. It was but a losing fight, there was no body that could withstand a pair of equine monsters as such - not when their owners unceremoniously grabbed you by shoulders and pushed down to make the fit by any means possible. 

And the bulges grew.  

Inch by inch, at first one appeared right where draconic loveparts went, finely shaping itself beneath her skin but then there was the second, running as if perpendicularly to the first one. After all, there was quite a bit of the Dragonqueen. She could take a lot. Even if this lot had to show itself eventually, grow beautifully to the sounds of the slow insertion; of the lovejuices being squashed with crushing force and inner flesh making way. 

They kept pushing and the moldable, ancient flesh kept giving in; inch by inch did the first bulge climb, slowly nearing that bust whilst the other simply pushed forth and gave the draconic belly a proper stretching. The spread body shivered and its owner clenched her teeth to the point of near breaking, all while those equine meats rearranged her insides to their liking. 

You could see these massive rods move inside, stretch the skin to a point where you could notice the very shapes of their cockheads. But a dragon's body was strong, resilient and adaptable, it was perhaps just a minute or two of relentless pushing and gut fixing before that fine, creamy flesh made just enough space. 

Belestra merely watched the spectacle, knowing that whatever it would do to the Dragonqueen herself, it wouldn’t make a difference. Her breaking, helpless expression, no different to a mother unable to stop her children from violating her, had just as little meaning. Alexstrasza was not a part of the Horde in the natural way. She was an acquired good. A resource. 

She couldn't deny the enjoyment of watching it all, however. There was something to it; the fact of what and who the dragon was, of what she was capable of. All of it, soon meant to be no more than a cumdump for the native warriors of the only true faction. There was a thrill to it, one turning her ladyparts wet; flowing with the idea of this victory. 

Conquest over the very Dragonqueen who willingly, alike a gentle mother allowed herself to be violated in ways unseen for other races - of her udders so wildly squeezed between a bull's chest and her own, of these holes stretched into perfect rings. Just a fine piece of draconic ham, sandwiched between two giant bodies. 

It was delicious to watch. 

And so, soon they found this body adjusted enough, all so they could partially pull out and leave her so many pounds lighter; so much smaller as this flesh no longer stood stretched. Its owner took a heavy breath, filling her lungs with the stench of equine sweat and her own juices. It was a moment of peace. 

Right before they fell into her with the force of a mountain, slamming so heavily into her body that ripples ran through that beauty-fat. Monumental buttocks bounced madly and the colossal udders seemingly tried to escape from the tight squeeze, spilling even more the sides. A spasm graced the Dragonqueen's body and her freely hanging, plump legs shivered, trembling in some mad manner as an orgasm ran through her body. 

A single thrust was all that it took, proving that even dragons were meant to serve under Horde's iron heel. And as it was with the conquests, it never finished on just one. So they pulled out, staring at the broken piece of ruby fuckmeat and then slammed in once more. The bulges disappeared and grew. Again and again. 

It wasn't long till a fine rhythm of flesh-pounding was made, till you could see the whole queen-sized body jump up and down while such delicious, heavy slaps filled the chamber; the sound of fat, plump buttcheeks slapping against a relentless groin and overflowing ladyparts being stretched to a point of disbelief. 

Naturally, with such an amount of hot, throbbing and hard meat inside yourself it wasn't easy to be a person; it was much easier to be reduced to just the feeling of absolute overstimulation and pounding that fell upon your holes. Alexstrasza fought her own war as her body clenched, tightened, as it came over and over rocked by the chains of orgasms she couldn't control.

It wasn't long till she was no more than a bull-filled sextoy, watched by a wildly masturbating blood elf in the corner; her own draconic ladyparts reshaped to fit totems while the much gentler, sin'dorei ones were thoroughly fingered to the sights. As one maiden moaned ever so gently, the other made but whimpering sounds as she was in no position to do anything else. 

So they pounded, hammered her womb into a new, better, equine-loving shape; so they turned her cheeks red from the force and her chin wet from the escaping saliva; they slammed and slammed, allowing the echo to carry itself while accompanied by the noise of wet, obscene sounds that her holes managed to let out. 

All till the bulls reached their own peak and clenched their own teeth, slamming into the shapely body with shattering force. Till these fat, steamy equine balls tensed and flexed upwards, releasing feastly amounts of raw, tauren spunk into the used body. 

It flooded, filled, spilled inside dy alike a tide of thick white and painted stretched insides with alabaster shade; drowned the whole womb and draconic guts. The belly grew. And grew. And grew. With every sloshing, loud sound of released cum sprayed inside it turned just a little bit better, giving the Dragonqueen a proper, motherly look. 

Soon the space ran out and it all found alternate ways out of the dragoness; pouring onto the ground and forming a fine puddle of bubby, almost foamy, bull-nectar. 

Like a cum-barrel she was stuffed with gallons of proper seed and as such, she eventually grew heavy enough for these giant warriors to notice. Then she was discarded, allowed to fall onto the ground with a wet, moist but most of all, heavy thud. The white thickness spilled from both holes, flooding outside while this empty face fell flat into a pool of spunk. Still pouting, clenching her teeth, trying to catch a break and merely sucking in some of the escaped cum in the process.

A few last portions of equine seed were released onto the fazed out aspect, painting her back with these beautiful, white lines. All as Belestra licked her lips as her finger continued to work. 

She would finish and then check on the red one. 


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