Chapter 5 - Royal Appetizers

"It doesn't mean anything just yet."

Endless chatter and noise of bumping glass filled the elevated manor, drowning any words that weren't spoken loudly enough, regardless whether one was to stand next to another. Even heavy downpour existed only for those who stood by the windows or doors. 

"Give it time." Words of the high priestess carried a sweet tone, followed by a sip of Dalaran Noir. "Things tend to change at alarming rate these days. Five inches today, six tomorrow and before you see, you will walk in ten inches."

"Don't be silly." Sorceress exhaled in disbelief, giving a faint smile to her friend. Unceremoniously grasping wine cup of the elf, she canted it and poured half of the red content into her own, just to take a sip afterwards. "Splendid liquor, you have there, Priestess."

"That is thievery, Proudmoore." Puffy, plum shaded lips of the Kaldorei Queen bent pleasantly, following into the image of her friend’s, just to soon dip into what was left in her own glass.  “Aren’t you growing a little insolent?”

“I suppose I’ll need to pay you back for it at some point.” Sapphire eyes turned away from the high priestess, just to look at the crowded floor of gilnean mansion. Taking a deep breath and rising the corset bound bust, she crossed her legs, resting arcane buttocks on the edge of a table. 

“Astounding how much a person can change in a single night, isn’t it?” Tyrande smiled, whilst looking at the naked thighs of the sorceress. Jaina didn’t abandon her cape, neither the vast shoulderpads, still giving out much of the royal appearance of an archmage. Yet her lower attire took much of a change, replacing the long, baggy robes with a knee-high boots and a leotard. 

With fabric covering the shapely legs but freely showing off very thighs, her appearance instilled thoughts, only strengthened by the faint loincloth flowing down from the bottom of her corset, weakly covering the crotch with see-through silk, whilst a much wider, opaque part hid her behind.

Moonlit eyes stared at blue leotard digging down between shaped legs, covering the most vital part of Proudmoore’s body, all beneath the transparent fabric, not exactly obscene but by no means modest. With the thick corset supporting her breasts and the golden lining adorning most of her clothing, Jaina showed just enough to instill thoughts but covered enough to let freely reins of imagination. 

“Your own work, High Priestess. Don’t tell me you’re about to regret it.” Sorceress gave a daring look to the elf, who in turn only scoffed, moving her wine aside and stepping closer with force, causing her elephantine bust to jiggle up and down. Heavy pounds of elven fuck-meat shaken proudly, sending a clear message. 

“Now that you said it, I do think you’ll need to repay me later for this insolence.” Tyrande folded her arms, pushing up the sacred udders, pilling them up right before Proudmoore’s face as her kind was naturally much taller than humans. 

“Ladies.” Heavy claws fell onto shoulders of both girls. “Keep it down.”

“Apologies, master.” Tyrande purred in quiet whisper and stepped a bit closer to the wolf, moving her hand onto wolven groin, rubbing elven hand against the most important thing in her life. “It’s just difficult to hold yourself when your belly is empty. Your wolves are keeping me dry.”

Greymane squinted his eyes as puffy, full lips of the elf spread in inviting manner and newly dressed archmage clinged to his side as well, adding her own hand onto his crotch. The manor was tightly packed with guests, most of which were gilnean nobles, each of them familiar with what sort of service the ladies offered. Especially given the recent days as his fuckbunnies grew very eager. 

With only few visitors being unaware of the true state of things, he could likely have them empty him dry on the spot and no one would notice. Force feeding the sorceress with wolven spunk haven’t been that that fruitful and Gilnean Lord didn’t know what Tyrande exactly did to turn Proudmoore into a such a starved bitch but he didn’t complain. 

“Ladies.” Worgen claws grasped each of the alliance-sworn rears, squeezing the plump pounds of tenderized ass-meat with no mercy and pulling two bodies even closer, causing both ladies to rest on his chest and stare at each other as vulgar moans left their lips “I don’t know what has gotten into you two but if you need to breed this badly, I remind you to not alert our guests.” 

White wolven ear twitched, capable of distinguishing peculiar sounds even in the absolute orgy of sounds that the feast was. “Speaking of which. Make sure you look pretty for our King.” His voice turned amused as his paw-like hands moved off their bottoms. Pushing the girls away, he turned around and smiled in a welcoming manner, all whilst his sluts worked to keep up civilized expressions on their faces.

“I’m in awe, Greymane.” Varian’s rough but friendly voice reached them even before he managed to get out of the ever undulating crowd of servants and nobility. “I know your senses are good but didn’t expect them to be this good. I didn’t hear myself, not to speak about others.”

King of Stormwind stepped out from between other bodies, surprisingly enough without his usual guard. Not as if anything that could kill Varian wouldn’t easily decimate his best guard in first place but it still was somewhat surprising. “Jaina, Tyrande.” Faint nod towards each of the ladies greeted them as they stared at their leader with blushed faces. “You two may want to take some time out and cool down, you’re red as tomatoes.” His smile turned lighthearted as he turned towards the wolf.

“How come you knew I noticed you?” Genn bowed softly to his superior, even if both stood as kings. 

“No need for formalities, Greymane. It’s hard to not notice a giant mass of furr and muscle, sticking out from the crowd, turning towards me just as I got nearby. Besides, I’ve heard you got to like this form much more, you barely walk as human these days.” Varian canted his head in mild curiosity. “How come?”

“Retaking of Gilneas and it’s liberation fills one’s heart with fervor. I believe it’s just excitation, can’t wait to run out and push out Banshee forces even more.” White wolf chuckled and his friend joined, allowing the ladies to watch them laugh. 

“Without a doubt.” Varian nodded and took a little more serious expression on his face. “Speaking of which, do you have a moment? We need to have a little talk, regarding this entire war of Forsaken you’re waging here. My apologies if I am cutting your celebrations short.” 

“Oh, not an issue. I suppose I am just an old wolf either way, alcohol and dancing isn’t for me anymore.” Wolven lord agreed with enjoyment in his voice, one that his king didn’t share at the moment. “Should I lead to the war room? Greymane family’s manor haven’t used that place for far too long, there won’t be a more fitting time to change it.” 

Varian nodded silently, still without Genn’s zeal. His eyes soon fell onto the ladies, mildly obstructed by the messy, brown hair that their king never bothered and neither managed to control. “Happy celebrations to you two.” 

“Likewise, my king.” Jaina bowed softly as the two kings marched away, stepping onto the staircase and soon scaling it to enter the higher halls. Both ladies exhaled deeply at the same time and moved their rears off the counter, being shoved onto it by their wolven lord just a few moments ago. 

Where the sorceress has fell, not much has changed save for the uneven tablecloth but remnants of the massive moon-ass’ impact were much different. Plates and mugs pushed away into into mess, few wine glasses shamelessly fallen over, staining white cloth with spreading red. Tyrande looked at the damage done by her own giant rear and smiled to the mage. “Maybe it will be best if we take some fresh air indeed.”

“Naturally. Let’s go.” Jaina nodded without hesitation, nobles were one but the servants always tended to be the roughest with them. Given the momentary departure of the King was well visible to everyone, it didn’t take more than few steps for them to suddenly feel hands around their waists. 

Each of the wolven pack-sluts was soon escorted by a worgen guard, granted to them on the order of the King of Gilneas. None of the guests could move outside the manor or their own chambers without a dozen of wolves by their side and the ladies, due to their well known skills, were allowed to march with only a single protector. 

Claws moved onto shapely bottoms as if it was not the ladies that they were bound to defend but their qualities, Guided onto the outer terrace, Tyrande shivered softly. Cold wind kissed her naked skin and she didn’t possess the same affinity to chilling sensations that her companion did. Taking the vanguard, she hastened her pace and soon rested on the handrail, bending herself forward and sticking out the colossus-class asscheeks.

Inhaling deeply with hand over the vast balcony, she filled her lungs with brisk air as her grand tits hanged freely over a nearly two hundred meters long fall. Jaina stared at the mammoth, round rear-quarters of elven queen, all as their owner looked down into the black abyss of night, listening to the unending assault of rain. “Exhilarating.”

Archmage scoffed and then rolled her eyes, just to rise her eyebrows as she spotted the growing bulges in worgen loins. Bending the deeply painted, red lips, she stepped forward and left her own escort behind, having little issues with getting out of wolven grasp. Putting the five inches tall stilettos into work, she neared the elf and softly patted the flawless skin of elven buttocks. 

“Brisk indeed. Brisk a duty.” Proudmoore smiled and then grabbed the fabric of kaldorei dress, staring at the slowly rising tents in worgen pants. Sluggishly she raised her hand, gradually pulling out farbic from between monumental buttcheeks, causing the moon-slut to moan softly.

“Speaking about duties.” Muscles of the mage tensed as she had to pull out the rest of the dress from between heavy pounds of elven ass-meat. Slick hand ran in circular motion across the vast rear for few seconds, contently watching the fat erections in wolven loins getting bigger and bigger. 

Licking her lips, she eventually pulled up the fabric of Tyrande’s attire, revealing the full glory of grand, queen-sized buttocks. Pressing blonde head against them, Jaina rubbed her cheek against the walking monument of kaldorei whoredom. Coming to a decision that worgen pants will soon break, sorceress laid red lips on the flawless skin of her slut-companion. 

Grasping half of the night-kissed bottom, arcane pack-slut pulled aside one of the buttcheeks, showing off the well-used, stretched hole of elven queen. Usually hidden beneath heavy pounds of destined fuck-meat, the entrance was barely covered by a thin string of mooncloth thong. 

“How about we relieve you of yours?”

More feral worgens of Greymane’s guard weren’t exactly talkative and in all honesty, they didn’t have to be. With at least half of their soul being that of a beast, their lust and hunger was almost palpable, what in most cases was much better than unnecessary words. Golden, animalistic eyes stared as mage’s fingers pulled the string of elven queen’s underwear, stretching it to the limit and then letting it slip. 

Tyrande let out a seductive moan as the fabric slapped against her well-used hole. Moonlit eyes watched as Jaina stepped closer to the two guards, treading between them and then turning back to the elf. Each of the tiny, human hands fell onto worgen loins, pressing against hot, throbbing rods, hidden under the layers of leather. 

Feeling the heavy heartbeat of her masters, Jaina slowly slid her fingers up the wolven pricks, feeling every larger vein regardless of their coverage. “No reason to be shy. We’re all brothers and sisters in the alliance.” She smiled as her finger tips rested on the edges of their lower attire, softly slipping behind them and then pulling down with force, using a tiny bit of arcane to help herself.

High Priestess of Elune bitten her lip softly as the giant, feral cocks jumped out, angry in their scarlet shade and veiny to no end. Moonlit eyes remained unwavering as miniscule in comparison hands of the mage grasped of the fat shafts, far from capable of wrapping her fingers across their entire length. 

“Now that’s a lot of meat.” Proudmoore ran azure nails up and down the burning cocks, unsure if she didn’t see a tiny bit of steam escaping from the heat radiating dicks. She then turned lower, softly grasping each of the furred ballsacks and measuring them just to find out how heavy they were. “Can’t believe you stored so much for us.” 

Her tone remained the same, praising and welcoming, no different from the one each of her colleagues used to hear in Dalaran. “Let us not waste time, the party is still going on and we can’t just remain here all night. Isn’t it correct?” Sapphire gaze of the blonde fell onto her companion, who only wiggled her rear softly, supporting pretty head with one hand. 

“You’re awfully more bearable after having your brains fucked out, Proudmoore.” Tyrande muttered as cold wind kissed her exposed buttcheeks, making the elf clench her teeth a little. She and the mage had many common goals as of late and now, that each of them was kept unpounded for days straight, it mostly narrowed to feeding on whatever they will be given. 

Not that she complained.

Like a new woman, Jaina purred when her hands ran up the giant cocks once more, this time wettening them with leaking precum. She raised stained fingers, spreading them and watching as thick stands of doggy nectar formed between them. Feeling that the beasts are about to take what they want, she licked off some of it and then guided one of the worgens by his cock. 

“I’ll take care of you in a moment.” She sent a kiss to her own escort who stood aside in mild confusion. The beast by no means had to listen to her, at any moment she could have been just grasped, pinned to the ground and pounded into a state of cum-drunken submission. Yet, unlike her, they weren’t as well aware of the actual who-can-what, neither were they used to being denied. 

As long as there were signs they are about to breed, it was easy to keep them at bay. For some time at least. She did push her luck a bit too much last time and it took nearly entire day for her buttcheeks to stop aching, considering the worgens stop thinking straight if they are pushed too far. 

She led the massive, throbbing dick to elven buttcheeks, resting it right between them and then kneeling softly, just to slap angry tool against the mass of plump, sacred flesh. Tyrande shuddered, feeling the warmth that was to soon fill her, so much different to the cold wind that suddenly had no effect on her.

Arcane pack-slut watched the sticky precum amass on pounds of kaldorei rear-meat, inhaling the fleshy stench of wolven rod, filling her lungs with the carnal smell of inhuman, scarlet cock. Spreading her maws wide, she bent it towards herself, tasting the very tip, balancing it on her own tongue, all before encasing it between pretty lips. 

Keeping eye contact with her own patiently waiting puppy, she locked her kisser around the fat tool, slowly moving her head back, collecting everything in the wake of her oral service and leaving it spotless with a loud, smacking kiss. 

Loud swallow followed as she pushed the sticky meal down her throat, just to exhale deeply and bathe the veiny prick in wave of hot, dick-scented air. Still having her gaze connected with the one of her personal escort, she nastily licked the canine tool, just to partially hide behind it as she smooched on the wide knot. 

“Awfully more bearable…” Tyrande repeated with some kind of awe in her voice. Staring back, she briefly raised moonlit eyes onto Jaina’s guard, watching the starved beast just observe how his toy blowed another. “It’s almost as if we found a gold vein by mistake.” Her last words were more for herself than for anyone else. 

Eventually the mage let go of worgen cock, allowing it to slap against elven buttcheeks just once more. A wet, heavy sound filled the terrace as mass of worgen cock slammed against precum soaked buttocks. Dark skin of the whore priestess wiggled in most inviting manner. 

Jaina stood up a little, spreading her lips once more and then allowing a decent bit of saliva to fall onto canine tool. Her hands then fell onto mammoth behind, taking a firm hold of scared buttcheeks and spreading them with force, unveiling hallowed holes and letting the wolven instincts take care of the rest. 

Sapphire eyes squinted pleasantly as the pounding of blessed rear has begun, making the exposed elf take a firmer grasp of the handrail. Human hand patted the purple behind a few times, at last turning to her own escort and bending her lips into an apologetic smile. “Kept you waiting? Poor boy…” 

Pride of Kul Tiras stepped closer, likely no longer bound to hold that tile if anyone was to know what has become of her. Nearing the starved beast, she moved her hand under the loincloth, briefly moving it aside and showing the bottom of her leotard, how it dug between shapely legs and hid the most important part of her body. 

“There you go.” She smiled as the furred guard stared at her loins, closer to a dog which haven’t been given a bone for too long. “I may not have the udders of a night elf or that priestly, fat rear but we Kul Tirans always find a way to get things done. No matter the odds.” Jaina spoke as sound of clapped elven buttcheeks repeately sounded across the terrace, fitting the wiggling image of queenly rear, constantly put into motion by sharp thrusts of her bodyguard. 

With fat, wolven cock rhythmically being swallowed by her purple, divine asscheeks, Tyrande pushed more and more against creaking handrail, feeling as her whole world was being momentarily reduced to the veiny, throbbing cock spreading her inner walls once more after a respite far too long. 

As sharp, skull crushing claws grasped the long, aquamarine strands of elven leader and used them as reins to hold his fucktoy, archmage raised one leg and stepped over the heat radiating tool of second beast, pillowing it between her creamy thighs and rubbing against soaked ladyparts, she pressed herself against the chest of her partner. 

“Fuck...” Her whisper reached the wolf as she moved her hips, sliding back and forth on his monstrous dick, tiptoeing even in the tall heels, given the scarlet meat could easily serve as a seat. “... now that’s a whole lot of meat. I don’t think it’s going to fit anywhere.” Sapphire eyes turned upwards, looking at her beastly master, watching the rows of sharp teeth and bloodthirsty, golden gaze. 

“But that isn't’ going to stop you, right?” With tone of last words almost begging and herself pressing against the feral worgen, Jaina guided her hand below, reaching between the creamy legs and moving her leotard aside, showing off the perfectly shaven, pink ladyparts of a sorceress. 

Euphoric moan left red lips as she seated her sodden cunt on his hot, canine tool. Clenching her hands into tiny fists, she shivered, trying to continue her tease, yet failing to the sensation that once already brought her into slavery. Shaking for a short while, she barely noticed at first when sharp claws wrapped around her neck, rising her into the air and hanging right above fat, worgen cock. 

Pulled into air, her weight no longer pushed down the monstrous tool, allowing it to raise higher and then nearly stand upwards. Pointing right at her prime hole, it dripped with precum that built up after the tease of his assigned fuck-meat. 

As Jaina's mind received the first sensation, leading to the cock-sworn reaction, she was no longer capable of showing anything but hunger for wolven dick. Her escort quickly recognized the expression, seen so many times before on the faces of broken elves. It all and the smell of bitch in heat was enough to tell him what time it was. 

Pure, dick-loving idiocy painted itself on the face of the sorceress as her lower lips could feel tip of worgen prick. The irregular, imperfect head of scarlet meat kissed her entrance, just to then unceremoniously slide inside in a sluggish, uncaring motion. 

Inch by inch it claimed her insides, by no means trying to be gentle but simply trying out how far human insides went. Contently, it enjoyed the yet fresh, by their standards, hole. Still tight and welcomingly hot, mage's inner walls tightened around his tool in starved manner. 

Shivering, Jaina grasped the furred hand with a mindless smile on her face, a sign of taught-in euphory. Looking down, she stared at the fat cock disappearing inside her in lengths that some time ago she would consider impossible. With clenched teeth, she watched as a massive bulge began to grow due to canine meat stretching her womb. 

Eventually her cunt laid a kiss against worgen knot, meeting the heat of what was yet destined to mark her as a breeding bitch. Another massive hand wrapped around her waist, rising her like a doll, unveiling the wet with love juices, slick member of a feral beast that barely remained human. 

As the walls of arcane lovehole clenched tightly around beloved meat, Pride of Kul Tiras threw her head back, feeling the sensation of overgrown dog's dick leaving her womb, properly stretched by the very first insertion. With her pretty maws clamped, she felt the first orgasm shocking through her body. 

Filled with pure lust for scarlet prick, her mind began to melt, turning into a cock-starved mess. Fucked into submission and breed into devoted cock lover, Jaina could only smell the carnal scent of canine member, filling her lungs and directly working on her brain like a drug. 

Content with the capabilities of his toy, worgen guard tightened his grip around human neck. With the faint sound of elven ass being pounded reaching her pleasure focused brain, sorceress choked softly, hanging over the hot member, feeling it's heat on her thighs. 

As a growl reached her ears, she was slammed down onto wolven meat with force, turning her blank for a moment. With consciousness gone, her body tensed, making her legs straighten in a doll-like reaction, as if someone pulled her strings down. 

Using royal daughter as a fucktoy, her escort began to masturbate with her body, moving her up and down in a slow manner, panting like a pleased puppy. Having her companion reduced to a mindless shell of a formerly highly educated, cunning sorceress, Tyrande drooled into the abyss. 

Stretched over the handrail of manor's terrace, she swung back and forth in response to worgen cock tenderizing her ass. Saliva poured down her chin as elven rear had been given rest over past days, allowing it to tighten exactly for this situation, making it much less prepared for the feral wolves of Greymane. 

Monstrous tits spilled out of elven dress, now waving back and forth over the massive fall , easily heavy enough to make her plummet down the cliff, had it not been for the paw-like hand holding her by hair. Steel, recently put in balustrade groaned wildly, barely keeping the weight of elven fuck-queen spread across it.  

Moonlit eye faintly noticed the screws slowly falling out, yet the sensation of her ass being ruined anew took most of her willpower away, leaving her on the mercy of wild beast. Her mammoth buttcheeks remained in constant motion, one thrust forcing them to wiggle before they could stop moving after previous. 


Wet, gushing noises resounded across nighty terrace, most of their moans drowned beneath the sound of wild downpour and thunder of cold stormy night, although much unfelt as the breeding sensation engulfed them in warmth beyond words, reducing their consciousness to hot bodies and dicks. 

Jumping up and down, Jaina assisted the beast in one-sided masturbation, used to grind her cunt against fat, worgen prick. With expression of a cock-starved mess, sorceress came repeatedly, distant from the teasing vixen that she was so recently, closer to a drugged, breeding sow. 

As her air grew truly thin, sorceress drowned in pleasure, slowly fading away to the gushing sounds of her own insides serving as a fuckhole, accompanied only by the medley of worgen balls slapping against monstrous ass of a moaning elf. Her tiny hands fell off the worgen arm, no longer capable of keeping up the pointless fight against his grasp. 

Suddenly, the grip around her neck grew even stronger, momentarily bringing her back to the reality, as if to witness last moments before fainting into darkness. Snow white teeth clenched feeling as she was pushed down his tool with merciless force, causing her lower lips to kiss the worgen knot once more, melting her mind with the sensation of carnal heat beyond imagination. 

The wild feeling remained for just a second more before bone-breaking force was applied and shoved her to the very bottom of his tool, fitting the angry knot inside human cunt to lock scarlet meat inside her. Content growl echoed across the terrace as furred beast began to empty his balls, filling tightly shut, kul tiran hole with thick, highly fertile seed of a feral wolf. 

As Proudmoore’s womb painted itself white, second wolf pulled back his hips for the last time, just to then slam sacred buttcheeks with nearly deafening noise. Tyrande’s eyes jumped up as the handrail gave up and screws jumped out, making the entire piece of balustrade fall down into the dark abyss, nearly followed by the shapely, elven body.

With mammoth breasts hanging down, elven fuck-queen drooled mindlessly, staring into the darkened below, at the turbulent water and raging waves hitting against cliffs. Held by nothing else but her proud hair, moon priestess used all of her strength to keep on the edge of balcony with just her toes. Feeling as an avalanche of jizz poured into her rear entrance, she was trying to survive, having the sensation of her brain turning into a cum-drunken mess.

Shapely, plump legs of the kaldorei ruler began to shake, their muscles pushed to the edge as gallons of thick seed were poured into her belly, adding more and more to her weight. Feeling the hot buckets flowing down her asshole, Tyrande began to helplessly shiver, her thighs burning from the sudden effort to keep the queenly body.

As her flesh began to give up, moonlit eyes rolled upwards, ready to fall down into the dark, watery abyss. With nasty growl, she was suddenly tossed backwards onto the balcony, falling onto the stuffed, lifelessly lying body of a former mage. 

Landing on the Pride of Kul Tiras, her body let out a heavy thud, accompanied by the mechanical groan of a cum-filled sorceress. 

Wolves snarled, looking at the used, discarded bitches, watching the leaking holes of former royalty. 

And the party just begun.



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