Chapter 1 - A Husband's Love

Tyrande watched her husband as he slumbered besides her. Malfurion, so noble, so strong and loyal. Oh if only he knew the wicked deeds she had done, if he only knew. She lay besides him with rounded belly. He had been gullible enough to believe the child growing inside her was conceived by his seed. He had no idea how unfaithful she had been, indeed she wondered how he would react if he knew the truth, about her and the child. Deep inside she knew how he would react. Noble Malfurion, her loving husband, no doubt he would be struck with the pain of betrayal. He would likely scold her, tell her how wicked and lustful she was acting. He would preach to her about being loyal, about maintaining her dignity and about her duties to him and their people. Why, she imagined he might even cry and plead with her to remain at his side. 



She looked down at him, at his new form, and thought upon how he would act. The thoughts brought a rising guilt inside her. But there was another sensation, one far stronger than the guilt. She might akin the feeling to that of resentment or perhaps disappointment. He did not understand, no, she imagined he never could understand. Her loyal husband, even with his body now more feral and beast like, could never grasp how she felt, what she desired. Her new husband, her master and lover, he understood. If she was disobedient to him he would throw her down and dominate her, punish her. He readily embraced his primal nature, completely and fully. But not Malfurion, he would scold and plead to her if he knew the truth. Even when her master ordered her to lay with her elven husband she felt nothing. No passion, no joy. He treated her with respect and love, his every touch gentle and kind. 



Deep down she hated his gentle touches. Even blessed with this new form he couldn't embrace his primal urges, the true nature of a male. She didn't feel guilt as she rose from their shared bed, wearing a white gown so thin and delicate you could practically see through the fabric to gaze upon her smooth flesh. Under cover of night she made her escape, using the same hidden path she had traversed dozens of times now. 



Her heart fluttered with every step from the threat of being seen by someone. It had happened once already. A young adventurer had caught sight of her. Thankfully, he was more than happy to keep his silence in exchange for a brief trist with her outside the city walls. The young human was all the more eager to enjoy the pleasure of her tight elven asshole. She smiled wickedly as the human came inside her, defiling the elven priestess. Her master was most displeased with her whorish behavior. The punishment he dealt her was the most severe she had endured. She relished every painful moment of his abuse. Each sting of pain he inflicted was a sign of his love for her, a show of his dominance over her. It only helped to further remind her of an undeniable truth: she belonged to him. 



She let out a soft whimper of disappointment as she passed through the path to the grove outside the city walls. No one had spotted her this time, pity, she had secretly hoped some wandering sentinel might spot her. It would give her the chance to earn some wonderful punishment. Looking down at her round belly she smiled as she ran her hand over her magnificently pregnant body. Her master had blessed her with a healthy child, or children. Given how large her belly had swelled it was entirely possible she was carrying more than one. No matter how many she would have her master promised to keep her well bred for a long, long time until her womb was broken from continued use. She mewled at the thought of being kept in endless pregnancy for her true husband. She felt the warmth rising in her elven cunt as excitement ran up her spine. The thrill of her wicked, wanton actions always tantalized her, always filled her with such blissful horniness. Her old life, her old husband, both paled in comparison to the new life she had in secret. 



She ran deeper into the forest with renewed passion at the depraved ideas racing through her mind, each more wicked and degrading as she imagined what fate her master had in store for her today. She passed through a wall of heavy hanging vines that led to a small enclave. The old trees surrounded the small enclave and at its center was a stone altar, one she was most familiar with. She raced to the altar, casting off her clothes with haste. Climbing upon the altar she laid down upon it, legs spread to offer her slave cunt to her master. She laid there patiently, not daring to move from that spot as she waited for her husband. This was how she presented herself each time she journeyed to their secret home, their private den where all outside worries vanished as she embraced her true nature, her true role as his breeder wife, his loyal bitch slave. 



When she heard the leaves rustle a faint gasp passed her lips as she waited for him to speak. She was forbidden from speaking until told so. Then she heard something else, something that had surprised her. More rustling, more footsteps. She nibbled her lip as anxiety began to rise in her. Perhaps it wasn't her husband but a pack of beasts that had found her? Worry began to scratch at her mind as the sound of footsteps drew closer and closer. She had to fight her body's natural instincts to get up and look. She struggled to fight against her instincts of flight or fight. Then she heard it, that deep, beastly snarl. She held her breath in and waited patiently. She listened as more footsteps drew closer and closer before she felt the course fur of her master's large claws as he ran his hand along her thigh. She did not dare to move. Patiently, obediently she waited for his commands. His fur was warm and rough, caked in dirt perhaps from his travel through the forest. Slowly his claws explored her navel, his large claw covering her pregnant belly as he caressed her, feeling the child he had sired in her. She was praying in her mind for his voice, craving her husband's commands. She wanted to be his bitch, his plaything, if only he would speak! 



Then at last she heard his gravely voice. "Bark for me, my little elven pet. Bark like the bitch in heat you are, show me how much you of a submissive little cunt you are."



Happily she began to bark and pant, she sounded convincing indeed to anyone who could hear or see her. Her tongue hang loose from her mouth as she barked and yipped and whined pathetically for her master as ordered. In her mind raced only the command given to her, nothing else mattered to her in this moment than to bark and act like a bitch at his command. She heard gruff laughs around her, mocking taunts and chuckles as others watched her. In the very back of her mind she realized she had indeed heard those other footsteps, that others besides her husband now gazed upon her. 



She looked up to see her husband standing behind her head. She dared not speak however, why would she anyway? She wasn't a person right now, she was a dog, a horny little bitch just as her husband wanted. 



She looked up at him with loving eyes. But in his gaze was only a cruel joy at seeing his pet submitting utterly to his will. She looked at his fangs, those terrifying jaws that could kill her at any moment if he wanted, the same teeth he had bitten her with in the past to punish her. His muscular chest heaved as he inhaled deeply, his wet nostrils flaring as he took in her scent, her bitchy musk. 



"Who owns you?" 



Joy and love swelled in her as he spoke and eagerly she replied, her tone dripping utter submission and love. 
"I am Tyrande Whisperwind, bitch wife to you King Genn Graymane."



The worgen smiled coldly as he stroked her cheek, watching her melt into his touch and mewl like a newborn. She looked at his sheath as it began to recede, slowly pulling back and exposing his thick member, red and throbbing with the veins poking out along the underside of the shaft. She was practically drooling as she looked at it, watching with perverse intensity as his canine member hardened before her eyes and escaped his sheath. There were no words uttered by her husband as he gripped her chin and invaded her wet mouth, jamming down every thick inch into her mouth and throat. She nearly choked as he began violently fucking her mouth. This was not the first time he had done this. Over many months he had her trained not to gag when servicing him. She moaned around that magnificent as she allowed the musky scent of her husband's cock to dominate her senses of smell and taste. That glorious canine dick's taste was burned into her taste buds. If she could, she would burry her face against that thick cock and snort her husband's musky scent until she was dizzy and dumb. The pack growled approvingly as Genn violated the elven leader's throat again and again, each thrust making her throat bulge out slightly as it completely cut off her airway. She loved the feeling of complete helplessness when he choked her with his cock. Her eyes were rolling in her head as her throat was used as a pseudo cunt by her master. Her tongue dragged along his cock as she sucked on it with all her might, desperate to please him. The worgen panted heavily as his heavy balls clenched up, thick cum shooting through his cock into his elven whore's throat. Tyrande gulped down his cum, her cunt gushing warm nectar as she lay on the edge of release as well, forcing herself not to cum unless given permission. Her throat burned from her lover's brutal fucking and her tongue and stomach were painted white with his seed as he pulled himself from her mouth.



"What do we say?" Genn taunted her. 



Barely able to speak with the fire in her throat and her lungs desperately filling with air she replied in a raspy, weakened voice. "Thank you master."



Barely a whisper, but all the pack heard it and grinned. Genn smiled down at her, rubbing her beautifully pregnant belly as he smeared the last droplets of his cum into her hair. She moaned in utter bliss as he marked her with his cum, another sign to her of his love. 



"Tonight my dear pet you will have the joy of pleasuring my pack. They have earned some relief from their hard fought battles against the horde. Tonight you will be their bitch as well, understood?"



Tyrande smiled dumbly at her husband and nodded as she slowly looked up at the pack with a whorish smile. Glenn motioned for her to get on the ground and eagerly she crawled onto the grass on all fours, her purple skin damp with beads of sweat that glistened under the rays of moonlight upon the enclave. Smiling she crawled up to one of the worgen, a fierce warrior whose red eyes looked down on her with a mix of contempt and lust. His member had already escaped his sheath, like most of the pack he was ready and eager to breed the lowly elf bitch. A joyful moan left Tyrande's mouth as she ran her wet, warm tongue along the unkown worgen's cock. His taste was different than her husband's but she would do anything to please him, please them all! As she had been ordered to by her master. 



Quickly the pack was upon her, like young pups fighting for the last fertile bitch to seed they squabbled. Tyrande felt one dig his claws into her butt, pain and joy washing over her as he scratched her. Already her mouth was hard at work servicing the worgen in front of her when she felt the strange touch of another's cock as it pushed past her cunt lips. It was a cock she had never felt before, canine like her master's but different. The sensation sent shivers up her spine as she willingly embraced this stranger's raging member. She was split roasted between the two worgen, one making use of her throat which still throbbed with pain from her husband's use while the other savored her dripping bitch cunt. 



Genn smirked as he watched his bitch wife as more of the pack surrounded her, some thrusting their raging members against her soft, succulent breasts now more ample thanks to her pregnancy. Tyrande's muffled moans vibrated around the cock stuffing her throat as her body basked in the lustful bliss she was experiencing. Those magnificent canine dicks pressing against her stiff nipples, the warm breath of their pants hitting her back, the painful ecstasy if having her cunt spread by worgen dick. All of it was making her mind ebb away into blank serenity. Here she had no worldly worries, no authority or responsibility. Just the pleasures of the flesh that drove her happily stupid. Here all she had to do was obey and spread her legs. 



Genn grinned as he tugged on a leash and pulled another into the enclave. A cold gasp echoed as the image of Tyrande's succumb to lust was burned into the mind of Sylvanas. The Dark Lady watched, unable to look away from the degrading display Tyrande was putting on. While they were both elves, Sylvannas had considered her far superior to the night elf priestess. Yet even her body felt warmer from the sight burned into her mind. Tyrande's back arched as a new worgen filled her cunt, the first having deposited his fertile cum into the bitch. Genn grinned, knowing it impossible for Tyrande to conceive while already full with his children. Yet the pack was making quite the effort to sire their own pups in the night elf bitch. Cum leaked down her chin as the worgen she serviced came into her mouth. She was panting for breath when two more cocks were presented to her. Her mind driven only by lust now she buried her face against the thick doggy dicks, inhaling their wonderful scent before she began to lick them both. The Dark Lady could not look away, if anything she felt something inside her stir. A feeling of intense jealousy washed over her. She did not believe it at first, but as she watched as Tyrande was overwhelmed with pleasure she could not deny the sensation in the pit of her belly was one of burning jealousy. She wanted that to be her. 



Sylvanas gaped as she felt Genn's claws grip to her waist and felt his cold nose at her neck. "Look at her. She how happy she is to just surrounded herself to us, to me. She wants for nothing, has nothing to occupy her mind but the love she has for me and the desire to obey. And when she obeys she is rewarded with pain and pleasure unlike any other. This could be you too."



Sylvanas bit her lower lip and mewled softly. "It could be?" She whimpered. 



She looked on as Tyrande was lowered down onto a waiting worgen cock, her ass stinging with joyous pain as it was stretched around the thick girth. Her expression was a mix of shooting pain as her anal walls were stretched out around the thick canine cock and the mind numbing pleasure that came with it. Her cunny was soon relishing the same sensation as a young worgen clumsily poked at her cunt before she helped to guide him to her welcoming folds. The night elf looked like an effigy of pregnant, lustful bliss. Her cunt lips gripped the younger worgen's cock as happily as it would her husband's. Her hair was damp and matted with drying cum, her breasts and lips caked with fresh ejaculate too. Her mouth sucked around a new cock presented before her without care as to whom it belonged to. Her fingers were gripped tightly to a cock in each hand, jerking off two warriors in unison. Looking at her, at Elune's most faithful servant as she surrendered to lust and submission, made the Dark Lady's legs shiver, her knees weaken.



"While your body cannot bear young it can still be trained to sate the needs of my kind. You realize now what my elven whore wife has known for many months now. You see the reward that awaits you, that awaits all races once they realize the truth. Give in banshee queen, take your place as another of the pack's bitches. You know now the bliss that awaits you."



Sylvanas hesitated for a moment, but only a moment before she removed the armor from her body and approached the altar. If one as mighty as Tyrande had fallen to the worgen the it was indeed only a matter of time before all Azeroth knew their glory and superiority. Why fight the inevitable? 



Bending over the stone altar she looked back at the worgen king as she displayed her spread cunt to him. No words were needed as Genn mounted her, reaching places no man could ever touch. She felt his cock kiss the entrance to her womb and felt a sting of sorrow that she could not know the joy of bearing his pups. His thrusts rose in ferocity each time. He was not making love to her, this was not loving sex. He wanted her to feel pain and indeed she did. Her cunt burned with agony every time his cock assaulted her, forcing it to bend to the shape of her new master's manhood. Yet her pussy was filled with a warmth and wetness she thought she would never feel again. She rejoiced in the pain and the agonizing pleasure it forced upon her. She felt the bond between them strengthen each time her cunt was filled, the bond between master and slave. 



Her hair fell over her shoulders and clouded her vision but across the altar Tyrande was now in a similar position. The night elf was laid upon her back, legs wrapped lovingly around a pack warrior as he rutted into her cum-filled pussy. The two looked at one another with mutual understanding. They were now the same, submissive pets, bitch wives for Genn and the pack. Slowly Sylvanas leaned down and the lips of the two elven women met, their kiss hungry and filled with shared passion. Genn watched with a dark grin as the two women, once mortal enemies, shared a lustful kiss with equal passion for the other. No longer did they care about the Alliance or the Horde. They lived only to serve Genn, lived only to serve worgen.



Part Two:


Sylvanas looked at Tyrande with a mix of jealousy and disdain. The elven priestess lay upon a stone altar, shaped to honor her new worgen master. Her belly was well rounded now, nearing the end of her pregnancy. Sylvanas watched as the night elf absent-mindedly spread her legs to a young worgen, her folds twitching, bright purple and oozing nectar from the near constant abuse the pack put her cunt through. Her eyes were half lidded and her expression was one of lust-addled bliss. She let out a shameful moan as the young worgen filled her, arching her back on pure instinct to better her chances of being fertilized by his seed. She had surrendered to pleasure, forsaken all other worldly responsibilities save being bred by the pack. Even with her womb full of Genn's pups she still felt compelled to breed, her mind so clouded with dizzying lust that coherent thought was long abandoned. But Genn had warned Sylvanas the risk of acting like the former priestess of Elune. She was right where she belonged, mind numbed by near constant mating, her body only good for being bred, her mind melting away into blissful ignorance. Sylvanas wanted to be like her, she wanted the joy of being able to forsake all things and embrace the pleasure of her worgen masters. But Genn had other plans for the Dark Lady. 



"Watch." He urged the banshee as she rode the sitting worgen, forced to take his thick knot into her tight asshole, stretching it to accept the wolfish cock. 



She looked on as two night elfs entered their den, their home of wicked pleasures, a shrine to the superiority of the worgen. The two looked on as Tyrande crawled on all fours towards Genn and Sylvanas, tongue hanging out as she slowly licked at the banshees' cunt, savoring her agonizing pleasure as her pussy was purposely neglected by Genn. The two women, a druid and a priestess, watched in wicked fascination, not resisting as the pack warriors slowly removed their robes. 



"See how happy she looks?" Genn said with a cold grin at the two elven women Tyrande had lured to him. Their bodies shook, shivered as worgen claws explored their curves and toyed with their supple breasts. The druid was first to fall as a worgen whispered into her ear something so deviously sinful and shameful it made her knees tremble. Yet she obeyed his wicked request, falling upon all fours before taking the form of a panther. A throaty mewl escaped the panther as the worgen nipped at the back of her neck. Tyrande watched, they all watched with perverse glances as the elven druid presented her panther cunt to the beastly worgen, her long tail raising high and her head held low to show submission. 



Genn nipped at Sylvanas' ear as the banshee queen rode his thick prick faster, desperate to get the release building inside her. "The druid is like Tyrande, a bitch at her very core, submissive, desperate to be useful to a male. She hungers for it, the joy of being bred by a strong male. But you, you are different. Your womb cannot bear young but still you crave to be like them. You wish to have your mind raped away until you are a nothing but a dumb, brainless slut like Tyrande."



Tyrande looked up at Genn with affectionate, loving eyes at his degrading words, letting out helpless, horny moans as she lapped eagerly at her former enemy, savoring the taste of Sylvanas' cunt with each like and suckle. Sylvanas whimpered as she listened, nodding and panting as she felt her release rising in her pussy. 
"For you I have something else in mind my dark pet. Moderation and discipline will keep you obedient but still you intelligent. I won't breed you into a stupor like I have my night elf toy here, or the two acolytes she has brought us." Already the druid was being mounted by a mighty warrior. Tyrande cooed and ran to her side, whispering sweetly into her ear as the worgen began to feverishly rut into the tight panther cunt.



"Can you feel his knot pushing against your pussy? Goddess! You can't imagine how much it will hurt! But once he knots you it is all over, your cunt will belong to him as he pumps load after load of fertile seed into your needy little womb. It will be wonderful, don't you want that?"



The panther elf kept her face low to the ground, but her muzzle nodded softly as she listened to Tyrande, a weak meow escaping her as she felt the worgen knot begin to push inside her. She snarled in pain before letting out weak whimpers as the knot inched inside her. Her sharp claws, her proud weapons in this form, dug into the dirt as she used her strong hind legs to push back against the worgen's cock, her animal mind screaming at her to make him knot her, to be bred by this impressive male! 



Genn grinned and gave Sylvanas' shoulder a sharp bite as he came into her clenching asshole. The banshee cried out sharply from the sting of pain and pleasure that washed over her, finally granting her the release she had been begging for. She slumped back, resting against his warm, furry chest. With dizzy eyes she watched ahead as the worgen fully knotted the elven druid. The animalistic expression of ecstasy on the panther's face sent shivers up the Dark Lady's spine. 



The druid was mewling as the worgen began to truly breed her. Each thrust was brutal and intense, pushing the panther's face against the dirt as her legs struggled to keep her ass held high for her mate. Purrs, loving and happy came from the druid as she felt the warmth in her belly rise as the worgen's cock began to assault her cervix. Her mind raced with thoughts befitting a bitch such as how many of his young would she have? Would others of the pack mate with her? Her mind began to numb to thoughts of returning home or even returning to her elven form, her panther instincts beginning to override her lust-addled brain. 



Sylvanas watched with intense fascination as the worgen let out a beastly roar. She saw his legs shake from the intensity of his release, his cock spasming inside the druid as he no doubt sired a child in the panther. Her companion, the priestess, was on her knees looking on in aroused horror at the image of her friend giving in and letting the worgen violate her womb with his seed. 



Genn grinned at the dainty little elf woman as he stood, Sylvanas clinging needily to his arm like an obedient little pet as Tyrande followed him still crawling like a beast. Genn looked down at he elf as she starred up at him, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. Pointing to the younger muts of the pack he snarled at her with a toothy grin. 
"If you want to leave do so. But, if you want to be like your friend, like your beloved ruler, then go offer yourself to the younger pups."



The priestess stared at the young warriors, legs shaking in indecision as her mind wrestled with everything she had seen and heard. She hung her head in defeat as she realizes the truth. If Tyrande, Elune's most faithful, had succumb to the pleasure then what point was their in resisting? Slowly she walked over to the group of worgen, blushing deeply as she whispered to them. "Make me like the others."



Genn grinned, today had been fruitful but the two elves were just the start of their day. He kissed at Sylvanas' neck making her inhale sharply before whispering into her ear. The banshee let out a long moan as she listened to his orders before grinning wickedly at him.



"How utterly cruel, I would be happy to do as you wish master."



Sylvanas slipped away into the night with a spring in her step and a wicked smile as she journeyed towards the night elf city. But Genn remained behind, sitting on a makeshift throne of shaped vines as Tyrande lay nestled between his legs licking, worshiping his prick while the pack enjoyed their two newest bitches. It wasn't long however until their guest of honor arrived. The worgen all seemed to close in around her as she entered their thicket. Her green hair, the scanty attire, and those pristine horns marked her as someone special, Genn's next prize bitch in mind. Ysera. 



The dragon aspect covered her nose as she entered the thicket. The scent of worgen semen was overwhelming to her. The grove, a holy place once, now burned with the scent of cum, sweat and sex. The smell was thick, so heavy in the air it was no surprise it had such an effect on the dragon, whose sense of smell was far sharper than a mere elf. But what shocked Ysera was the image if Tyrande greedily feeding off the sticky overflow of cum from the elven druid's panther cunt as she lay utterly spent on the grass.



"Tyrande!" Ysera bellowed but her voice was hollow and meek from the shock she was in. Of all the aspects Ysera was the most naive, of a younger mind she seemed at time, like an innocent little sister to the rest of them, ill versed in many worldly matters. Sex being one of them. 



"She can't seem to hear you." Genn mocked as he approached the former Aspect. His cocky smirk threw Ysera a little off balance. Mortals always seemed so respectful towards her, reserved. She was unfamiliar with the worgen's boldness as he stood before her. 



"Isn't she lovely though? So full of children, my children, a perfect bitch."



Ysera hissed, biting her lips as she stepped away and shook her head. "K-King Greymane! What have you done to Tyrande? Answer me!"



The dragon's tone was meant to intimidate but it came off half sincere, there was still a little crack in her voice born from her growing anxiety and uncertainty. Genn's smile deepened as he approached again, this time placing his claw firmly upon one of the woman's breasts, squeezing the mound of flesh firmly. Ysera inhaled sharply from the strange sensation. A man had never been so bold with her before, not even her own consorts. Her consorts had always asked for permission to lay their hands upon her, they acted on her orders and always the sex with them had been quick and to the point, done to sire new eggs. She let out a confused moan as he kneaded one of her nipples with his claws through her clothes, shaking her head as she pulled away and stared at him in utter shock he had the audacity to lay a hand on her. 



Genn shook his head and beckoned Tyrande over. The elven bitch happily nuzzled her master's wonderful cock, starring at it with a look of pure admiration and love. Ysera swallowed hard as she looked down at Tyrande, completely stunned by such shameful behavior. 


"I have done nothing to her. She chose to become a bitch for myself and the pack. Isn't that right my pet?"



Tyrande smiled happily and nodded. "Yes, goddess yes! I love master, I love being his bitch and letting the pack use me as a dirty elven cocksleeve." 



Ysera was dumbstruck by Tyrande's words, so degrading, so ignoble for a woman praised as Elune's most faithful. Yet what made Ysera most anxious was the expression on the woman's face. If she had to describe it in one word it would be joyful, no joyful wasn't strong enough, elated perhaps? Or even elated might best describe it. Tyrande was starring at the canine member like a symbol of worship, her gaze filled with loving adoration and submission towards it. Seeing the look on the elven woman's face made Ysera's belly tighten inside with a mix of anxiety and something else, something intense. She could feel the pheromones of worgen fertility and the raw aroma of sex were getting to her. She was a dragon, a being of noble purity. Yet in her mortal form she was more sensitive to stimuli such as this. It was as though the mortal part of her was whispering into her ear, singing sweet temptation to try and experience what Tyrande had with these worgen. 



She swallowed hard as she backed away from Genn only to bump against two pack members behind her. Clumsily, her hands fell upon their bare members and on instinct clenched her fingers around them. She gasped as she felt the warmth radiating from the thick canine dicks as her fingers gripped them. Her mind, the dragon part of her, told her to let go of them. But she didn't, curiosity took hold as she clumsily explored their manhood. The shape, the unusual heat, it was completely different than what she felt from the long, smooth members of her own kind. The worgen felt thicker, and so very warm. She shivered as she heard pleasures growls from the pair and felt blood rushing into their veins, the thick canine cocks pulsing in her grasp. 



"Seems you're rather eager my dear Aspect. Are you so enamored that you can't stop yourself?" Genn taunted. 



Ysera shook her head weakly yet didn't release her grip. "W-What? No! No this was just an.....an accident."



Genn smirked coyly as Tyrande gave Ysera an approving grin. "Doesn't seem like your stopping though. They feel amazing, don't they?" The elven priestess said as she savored a long, slow lick of her husband's meat. 



Ysera felt a stirring heat in her belly as her fingers explored the strange shape of the worgen phalice in her grasp. The intense heat, the unusually shaped tip, the growing knot. All of it engineered for the sole purpose of ensuring their mate was inseminated, to breed. She felt her chest tighten and her heart race as one of the worgen removed her linkmail top. She could've stopped him, she could've resisted yet no, she wanted it. Despite her best attempts to convince herself to the contrary she wanted it. She wanted to feel what mortal women felt when dominated. She craved the sensation of being held down and mated. The feeling of helplessness. She shivered as hot breath hit the nape of her neck from the worgen behind her, his excited pants mirroring her own now. She didn't wait for them to strip away her remaining attire. Slowly she wiggled out of her leggings and boots and finally her body was bare and exposed before all. 



Genn grinned a truly wicked, heartless smile that would make even Sylvanas shiver with fear, and excitement. He beckoned Ysera closer and willingly she came forward. She felt different now, not just excited or submissive but something else. She felt sexy, she felt desired as the pack's eyes leered her every tender curve. For centuries she had unwittingly enticed mortals with her scanty attire, subconsciously seducing men and women alike without realizing it. Only until she knelt before Genn did she understand why she had done this, why her big sister too likely did this. It was her mortal side, it craved attention. It was lustful and inexperienced and hungered to be toyed with. She wasn't an almighty dragon right now. As Genn guided his prick into her inexperienced mouth and Ysera gagged slightly she understood that here she was a woman. A woman, nothing more, nothing less. A desirable, attractive elven woman surrounded by men lusting after her. 



Genn growled as he gripped the little Aspect's hair, tightening his claw around a clump of her green lockes as he began to rape her mouth. His legs flexed as he began to assault her untrained mouth and throat. Tears welled in Ysera's eyes from the discomfort as the worgen's thick cock violated her mouth and throat. The sting as he choked her was matched only by the warmth rushing through her cunt as the pack surrounded her, cocks in hand as they jerked off to the sight of her. Her purple cheeks flushed a lighter shade as shame and embarrassment filled her. She was being treated like an object only fit for jacking off, and loving it.



Genn let out a fearsome roar as he quickened his pace, his heavy sack grinding against Ysera's chin as he hilted deep down her mouthpussy. Her eyes began to roll in her skull as she hurried her face into his crotch, inhaling deep his intense musk. The scent of this virile male made her head dizzy and spin. 



"Nggh...take it you little dragon whore...take ahh! Take my cum, take every drop like the depraved little bitch you are."



Genn snarled as he came, his fertile seed staining the dragon's throat as his body shook from the intensity of his release. Ysera's body shivered from his degrading words and the sensation of his cum pouring down her gullet into her belly. Her belly quivered with embarrassment as she savored the intense taste. As Genn pulled his dick free if her maw she felt several strands of thick cum cling to her lips and chin. 



Genn smirked coldly as he watched her slowly run her tongue along her bottom lip. "How does the dragon whore like the taste?"



Ysera blushed, looking down as the feeling of shame washed over her. "It tastes....it tastes delicious." She said, speaking in a meek tone. 



Genn's smile only grew as he pushed Ysera onto her hands and knees. Ysera understood, shaking her rear at her new master, reaching between her legs with one hand to spread her swollen, puffy purple lips, exposing her wet, needy pussy to the worgen. Genn uttered not a word as he gave the little dragon whore what she wanted, what she was craving. Ysera's cry made the very forest shiver, a collective silence falling over the entire tree for a moment as the Dreamer was violated. But the silence soon broke with the eager moans and panting of the dragon woman as Genn mated her.



The pack surrounded Ysera, howling in praise as Genn dominated her and made her weep tears of joy and pain. Ysera's downfall was made complete as Genn's seed invaded her womb, her cries of pain filled with equal joy as he knotted her, ensuring the dragon whore's new place as one of the pack's breeder bitches. Ysera was left spent by the time daylight hit the grove, her tender skin painted white with worgen semen the pack released upon her as they watched Genn breed her. Guided by motherly instinct she ran her hand over her belly, bloated slightly from the sheer volume Genn had poured inside her. She understood now what made the worgen such a fearsome race. It was not their strength nor their speed, their ferocity not their primal nature. It was the fact that they could spread faster than any other race. With a bite or scratch or the sharing of blood they could turn almost any race into one of their own, and beyond that any child conceived by worgen seed would be a worgen. Ysera could feel it now. Inside her womb sired new worgen, empowered with a dragon's blessing, but still worgen. 



The realization that any woman the worgen bred, willingly or not, would sire worgen children filled Ysera with both dread and intense arousal. As Genn stood triumphantly over his newest bitch and saw the look of admiration in his eyes he knew his plans unfolded faster than ever. But, the worgen had grown....weary of breeding night elven women, or in Ysera's case one who looked like a night elf. His eyes now would be set on another half a world away, on a human woman. 



Meanwhile, Malfurion stirred from his sleep to the familiar touch of a woman's hand toying with his member. Dainty elven fingers gripping the base of his cock while a pair of lips wrapped around the head. His eyes fluttered open as he felt those lips, those cold lips. Slowly he sat up in his bed, the bed he shared with his beloved Tyrande. But when his vision became clear he saw not his beloved. The form straddling him was elven, it was a woman, a dark woman, a wicked elf. His heart chilled, fear laced with arousal as he stared at the naked woman before him, her cold lips parting from his cock with an audible pop. He stared into her eyes, shocked by her presence but even more so by her actions. He went to speak but she stopped him with a finger. Just a finger, no threats he had been so accustomed to hear from her and her ilk. The word hung breathlessly on his tongue though, her name one filled with icey wrath, the beautiful bringer of death. 


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