Chapter 2 - A Fine Envoy - Part 2 [Ero]

In the faint darkness did Korla's hand grab it, guided it ever so slightly closer to the pretty, puffy lips. You could see the shine, the light of torches and how it reflected off it. "I didn't know they used our hawks to pass messages." A little surprised but still ever praising voice reached these long, jewelry adorned ears of the Kaldorei. 

"But I'm glad to know you took care of it."

An experienced elf-meat didn't need to see much in that mess of twelve different bodies, her other, trained senses were just so much better. As more grunts dropped their loins, Shandris only needed the scent - her nose picking up those proper, orcish cocks right under her face. To know her place in such a time, she only needed to take one heavy breath. 

With these proper tips right by her maws, General Feathermoon could smell it all; the reason why she sat naked and branded in some windowless, crudely put together stronghold and why her fat, purple ass was carefully rested on her feet as she sat. Purposefully so, she awaited in such a docile little pose, with hands on these war-forged thighs and with all of this elven, feral nature being caged by nothing more than a tattoo above her moon-blessed cunt. 

Obedience and submission guaranteed rewards. Cocks. 

Dirty. Unwashed. Steamy. Barely returned from duty and green like the superior race; the mark of a real man that has turned the war a long time ago. For all there was in the Alliance, for all these humans, night elves and other even lesser races, there was nothing that could keep a woman bound. There was nothing that could make her feel like this. 

"I suppose you do deserve a reward." Korla declared as if reading her mind, carefully soon holding these green monsters and bringing them even closer to the Sentinel's face. Of course, orcish women knew of it too, it was just that they were long used to these beasts; they didn't fall for them as shamelessly as other ladies. It was just another mark of their superiority, something the other races just began to learn. 

But for some, it was the taste that stood most important. A blessing of its own, a gift from the Light that had to be shown to you by those wiser, stronger and more attuned for the absolute truth. 

So it was why Laurena watched in anticipation as these fine brutes surrounded her new teacher; watched as Belestra's maws were spread and her own mouth filled with orcish spit. 

And it was also why she soon looked upwards at this Kor'kron brute that neared her from behind and unceremoniously filled his hands with these war spoils, with her plump, divine udders. Accordingly did his tool carefully slip between her thighs and keenly did she open her own mouth then; spread her jaws wide, allowing a delicious portion of his juices to grace her tongue. 

And as his tool slowly grew upwards between her legs, its girth showing just how little she was in comparison, Laurena could taste it all. The bitter ale he drank, the cooked venison he had for dinner and most of all, just his pure spit that made her nipples harden. Pure ambrosia graced her, something such love-cattle was meant to dine on. 

She played with it in her maws and pushed around with her tongue; the Light blessed her with this and she would not give up a shred of sensation.

Yet, it was still nothing compared to when Belestra left the other grunts and their lowly hanging weapons, all to ceremoniously press against a fellow follower of the divine. Her robe-clad breasts pressed themselves against still groped but monstrous gifts from the heavens, these sin'dorei lips met with the heavily lipsticked, flawlessly delicate ones of a priestess. 

And all that saliva was exchanged; for Laurena with an expression of absolute bliss and devoted fulfillment, for the Blood Elf with a more composed face - after all, she was there to teach the little sheep. Should one stand just close enough, he could hear the sloshing of these juices, the dance of the two tongues; one so well seasoned with orcish cocks and the other soon to just learn of it. 

The High Priestess, head of the Stormwind's Light Chapel, swallowed the spit of three different orcs and learnt all these tastes; in the process she nearly shivered, knowing it would be her duty from now on. As the Light would have it, she would gladly clean these greenskin dicks and kiss them till the world would go dry. Her or theirs, it mattered little. 

It was around then that Belestra backed off just a bit, still watching her pupil of re-purposed faith and continuing the kiss even once their maws no longer touched each other. Their tongues fought for just a little longer in the open and then a heavily painted, red nail made it into the human maw, stretching it open to see how well it disposed of all that spit. 

"Well done, sister." She declared, feeling that monstrous green cock even between her sin'dorei legs; to take this position she had to stand before the new acolyte and these orcish wonders were not short by any means. Should one look just below these fine hips of both ladies, they would just see two pairs of plump legs with a slab of green meat running between them. 

"You serve the light well."

"Good enough to finally reward them." Korla declared, standing before the drooling, dick-sniffing, open-mouthed night elf. "Go on, general. You did betray your Alliance for a reason, didn't you?"

Gladly she did, for there no longer was a place for the Alliance on Azeroth; only for the mighty, big-dicked, foul smelling, delicious Horde. Shandris extended her tongue, neared these delicate taste buds and ran them across that unwashed, returned from duty, green piece of orcish cock-meat. 

Her expression simply changed, turned into some kind of feral satisfaction, it all adorned with some mad smile; the sweat of daylong wolfriding, the heat that made it all steamy, that heartbeat she could feel under her tongue. The sheer awareness she would soon need to spread her maws in some uncivilized, barely doable manner to fit in her mouth. 

Her hand halfway wrapped around the girth, to push it towards her face and allow her to make an even finer, longer lick across the whole shaft and collect the taste of a grunt; right before opening her mouth open and then taking that giant tip in, seeing as sealed her maws almost perfectly.

Gathered warriors could see how this purple, feral huntress finally began to pay back for her longtime crimes; no longer an unseen arrow from between the many leaves but a willing, feral cock-cleaner in service of a higher cause. Elune blessed her with these delicious brutes and she would follow kindly. 

Next to that worshiper would land another. No longer meant to cleanse her masters' spit, Laurena landed on the top of a war table a second after. Orcish saliva bursted out of her mouth as she met the hard countertop. Divine udders jumped up and down from the very force and her lungs ran empty no less, right as her head soon went down right over the edge. 

"Enjoy, you two." Korla declared as the lips of the human High Priestess kissed a pair of orcish balls just a moment later; filling the darkened chamber with a loud smooch. It was within the nature of the captives to submit to the higher races and it was within the rights of the masters to demand a proper service. It was also within an air-needing human's nature to inhale deeply and breathe with the scent of these emerald, sweaty jewels. 

As such, Shandris soon felt how that green slab decided to slide forward and wipe itself into her tongue; bringing the general's defenses to quickly melt against such a taste. Walls of her mind felt the tide - the raw flavour of a real male; she allowed this intrusion to keep going forth and to slowly shape her purple, kaldorei lips into a perfect circle. 

As that mouth was gradually but surely sealed, you could hear the richly prepared saliva be pushed to the sides or simply down that throat. With the difference of sizes so strong, it was but natural that every inch was heralded with a wet noise of struggle. Thus everyone could hear the losing battle of Lady Fathermoon's mouth; the gurgling, the choking, that angry cock-devouring. Gladly she became the property after so many years of this charade and now, as she always sought it, these warriors didn't even think of stopping inside her mouth. 

It just moved forth and cared not whether her pretty maws will stretch in some otherwise impossible manner; impossible if she haven't had so many years of experience. Too many covert operations she carried out to be unprepared for these cocks, too many war-councils she led with gaping holes to not know how far she had to go. 

No cock of the Alliance could do such a thing, perhaps only the mighty worgen could bend your flesh past its capabilities. The approval for them to join the Horde was still in discussions, after all, Tess Greymane still needed to take after her father and Lady Sylvanas was losing warchief's favour by the day. 

For it was that the influences of the Horde grew deep these days and, in that moment of time, Laurena doubtlessly wasn't the only human priestess whose mouth was busy cleaning orcish balls. Covering the pretty face, they seeped with the aroma of a real orc; the perfume which permeated the delicate skin below and allowed the holy sister to bathe in its blessing. 

She felt the heat that the Light decided to bestow upon her - into that green, baggy skin she said her prayers, thanking for what was given to her through Belestra. Had it not been for the Blood Elf taking her captive three years ago and teaching her how to truly praise the Light, she wouldn't ever be able to do this today. 

Human hands rose gently and grabbed that monstrous cock hanging above her face; throbbing, veiny, blazing with warmth. All which she could feel but not see, all with this loving, happy face, one that was hidden no less but in that mighty, great ballsack. 

It brought her to some kind of heat; drops of sweat formed on her face and then sneaked out, dripping right onto the floor below. As she began to stroke the grunt's meat with not one but two hands, each ever so small when compared to it, she felt fingers dig into her milky thighs. 

As the preaching lips kissed the baggy skin and the little human nose could smell the scent of a real male, Laurena's mind relished in these raw sensations. From the war table her legs were raised, high into the air and then spread apart. Red tattoo shined above her cunt, declaring the Horde's absolute ownership; especially as her delicate feet fell onto orcish shoulders. All as a fat tool was slapped on top of the holy stomach, ending past the belly button and heralding what was to come. 

It was much different to Shandris whose thighs obediently sat down, flowing with juices ever since she entered the oricsh presence. The elf kept such wild satisfaction on her face as she was pushed ever so deeper into that cock, as that purple head slid forth across green meat. Not passing out alike any less feral race would but keenly devouring that cock, cleaning it as it used her tongue alike a carpet. 

No choking and no blocked lungs would stop a true cock-hungry kaldorei huntress. Holding that thing by the base of its shaft, she would push it into herself - pull herself into it. As soon as she gobbled enough to kiss her own hand, she took it away to wrap both her arms around these muscled thighs. All these sharp senses were overhoneyed by the gruntish aroma and drowned in the taste of cock; all as the former Ranger General wiggled on that cock, trying to push it ever further down her throat. 

A set of purple udders swung as she moved, exposing these war-tempered nipples to gathered brutes, all as everyone could hear her dick-sucking efforts and the raw satisfaction from them; right as she  eventually approached and kissed that green groin. 

She sucked to it well, tasting the orc while her neck hosted that monstrous tool. Beautifully widened by its girth, cock-fed and with heavy pounds of dick-meat down her throat, she shook her head in an almost practiced manner, as if trying to wash that filthy tool as thoroughly as possible. 

It was only then that she suddenly pulled back across its entire length in one, precise movement of a trained ranger-slut. 

As elven saliva nearly flew into the air, a green ballsack was taken off Laurena's face, revealing that sweaty, hot mess of a blissful worshiper. With no baggy skin to wash with her tongue, the human merely licked her lips. They moved, uttering praises towards the Light for the wonder she just went through; all while a fat, puffy cockhead was lined by both her upper and lower lips. 

With nipples harder than stone, she eventually stopped praying once two slabs of gruntish dickmeat filled her whole; one forming a fine bulge on her belly and the other deliciously widening her neck. Her maws spread to an extent seemingly impossible and lips took such a fine, circular shape. 

The High Priestess let out a few choking sounds as her throat was shamelessly ramed and resized to fit an orcish cock. As a mixture of precum and spit was spilling out of her maws, so were her ladyparts flowing; lovejuices dripped as that slab of orc-meat was making its way into her womb. No longer immaculate, it would now take care of these mighty tools day by day and much like now, they would stretch her insides with ease at every occasion. 

Heavy hands would fall onto her breasts and grasp them as with their size, they almost served for a good handle in the whole holy-pounding ordeal. After all, what better use could there be for such two fine beauty-mounds on top of her chest. 

As it was per Light's new teachings, silence was quite the opposite of what her new masters expected from a human fuck-pig; as such everyone could hear the moaning of a cock-stuffed saint and the gushing juices in her mouth. Shocked, pleased, delicious, her tone just a mixture of many; that voice simply accompanied by a rhythmic slamming of her asscheeks. 

But not even that pale, creamy behind wiggled as much as the kaldorei udders did. Hanging heavily from that purple chest, brandishing these steel-hard nipples around, all while their owner ran a cleaning operation around wolfriders' cocks. 

Smooching, stroking, precum slurping and glans washing; Shandris worked madly around three different tools, keeping each of them perfectly shining with her saliva, letting not a drop of precum meet the floor and switching between on the fly. With her throat properly prepared by now, she with ease deepthroated one after another, stroking those which didn't have her insides at the moment. 

Proudly did her Horde tattoo shine as she served these great warriors; her elven maws were utilized in the name of the only rightful faction of Azeroth and that feral body adorned their view. Today was the day she would be written off as lost in action for the Alliance and as such, transported to the Orgrimmar before being sold to the highest bidder. 

As it should be. 

In these halls of the Stronghold would she clean one dick after another, fondle these ballsacks while another one repeatedly hit Laurena's face; in these halls she would turn these cocks spotlessly clear before deepthroating them with some kind of fury. Raw determination allowing her to run down these monstrous tools as if they weren't first thick and as if they didn’t block her lungs with their size. 

Much like the High Priestess of Stormwind's Light Chapel she would breathe with nothing but that dick, smelling these orcish shafts and bathing in their scents. Unlike the human, she wouldn't have her womb finely re-pounded into a much more fitting shape just yet but instead, she would get a much finer amount of that fresh, wolfrider precum. 

And of course, once these sophisticated brutes would start to empty their balls into the new batch of Alliance slave-toys, she would get a far better deal. As one orc thrusted into Laurena's womb, stretched it far and wide, and then began to fill it with that inhuman seed, Shandris could pull back and open her maws. 

With a skilful, delicate few nudges of her tongue did she bring one grunt to his peak, all while her hands took care of the other arrived ones; all was ready to give her the much deserved prize. 

With simple moans of relief they began to shoot all over her face, some feeding her with these white, orcish loads and finely spreading them across that hungry, ever lashing tongue; others caring little and putting these white stains of seed across her purple face and adorning it with such fine contrast. 

Heavy fingers dug into the holy bust no less as a grunt's loin was thrust forward and his balls emptied, filling Laurena with enough to spend the rest of the day on. Naturally, it was much around the same time as her womb was being overfilled with seed no less; frail and human, it couldn't take a proper orcish amount. As such, soon a fine amount of thick white began to spill from her ladyparts and stain the floors. 

It was of no issue as nothing was wasted in the Horde, there always was a member of Alliance ready to gulp down some spilled spunk. 

Only after their duty, of course. 

Swallow after swallow followed, all while this kaldorei beauty was soon disappearing under a layer of spunk and jizz; all while Laurena's prayers turned into cum-guzzling noises and choking. All while her belly started to grow, turning her into a first-class, Alliance cum-barrel. 

Korla and Belestra merely watched from the corner, one with folded arms and the other with crossed ones behind her back. "That takes care of the Ashenvale problem." The blood elf declared calmly as the Ranger General sat in the puddle of her own love juices by this point. 

"It does." Korla answered with raw satisfaction. "Shame we don't have a zeppelin standing by to send them away today. I'll be bound to this place for a few days more; not that my boys will mind." Her eyes turned towards the dozen waiting kor'kron. 

Belestra merely nodded, knowing she would soon make her way to Wyrmrest Temple either way. She just had to explain a few last things to Laurena before leaving. 

When the human's belly would be done growing, that was.



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