Chapter 3 - Tight Fit [Alternative Action - Double Anal]

She felt cock fed, as if someone poured a fat bucket of seed on her brain and wasn't stopping. By the very moment the mug was nearly upside down and her tongue didn't catch any more of the thick chunks, those it so hungrily pushed down her throat, her mind was like a melted, cum-bathed goop. 


Stuffed and permeated with delicious spunk-meal, she suddenly could do nothing but wonder about the very source, think about the monstrous rods from which it has came; how it would be to mate with such giants.. Oblivious to her new purpose and how it would soon unveil, she could hear the entire table be pushed back with loud, groan when wooden legs grinded against the floor

Grand beyond common man’s imagination, elven rear has barely any issues with pushing the heavy furniture back. Plump to not end and barely hidden under the thin robes, heavy pounds of elven ass meat slowly made space, allowing the most shapely priestess to step between her little blood elf and the counter. 

Fel-infused eyes locked briefly on the blessed buttocks, watching as their owner wiggled them to the sides, ensuring there is just enough for them to move freely. Shook to the sides, they presented themselves enough to shame even most gifted of the Vyrkul maidens.

Her stare wouldn’t last for long as silken words of the night elf soon reached Valeera’s ears, switching her attention from the mammoth behind. “Eyes up Sanguinar. You don’t want to lose this sight.” She did as told, upturning her gaze onto the otherworldly shaped mistress, seeing as she slipped her fingers under the mooncloth, slowly moving it off her shoulders.

Cum-drunk, she could only watch in some sort of awe as Tyrande held a promising expression on her face , moving the fabric aside and letting her robe fall down freely till the waist, exposing the wonders of her chest. 

Grand meat spilled out, nearly as ancient as the very earth beneath them, queenly and sacred, yet succulent to no end in appearance. Large, plum-shaded nipples hanged before sin'dorei face, gracefully adorning the colossal front of elven priestess. 

Each nightly udder mature like their owner, soon swinging left and right as the Kaldorei leader waved her chest to the sides. Weighting enough to be used as weapon, each of her breasts moved like a pendulum. 

As she stared at the hypnotizing flesh, a firm grasp took her head from behind, just to soon push it into the mammoth bust. Pressed with force, her face drowned in the monumental gifts of Elune. 

"How's the experience, Sanguinar?" Tyrande purred with satisfaction as she could feel the hot breath on her skin. Embracing arms of elven queen wrapped around the back of Valeera's head, just to drown her even more in royal bust. 

Pillowed by blessed meat, assassin could do nothing but bear the heat surrounding her from each side. Buried, she had no air, merely the sensation and knowledge, knowledge that she was trapped in the largest udders Azeroth has ever seen. With the thoughts diluted from thick nectar, her mind now melted entirely from the warmth engulfing her. 

“Now now, let’s us make some space.” Kaldorei queen stepped back, soon jumping onto the table, pulling the helpless, entrapped sin’dorei with herself. As the mammoth buttcheeks rested on old wood, aged furniture groaned loudly, barely keeping up with the weight of the high priestess. 

Without a slightest chance to break free from the fleshy prison, tiny body of Valeera’s was pulled forward, raised forcefully from the chair in a single moment as if she didn’t weight anything. Her hands fell onto the puffy meat, as if trying to push them back and escape, yet only digging deep into the soft udders, forcing a quiet moan out of Tyrande’s lips. 

Wooden seat nearly fell back from the moment with which it’s user was removed. Only the blue, draenei hand grasped it before that happened, just to push it aside. Another hand grasped the rear loincloth of the rogue, pulling it up and unveiling the muscled, albeit tiny in comparison ass.

With upper part of her body stuck between kaldorei tits, Valeera could do nothing but try to make use of the slowly running out air that was trapped with her in the tight jail. She wiggled softly, without much success and without any idea of what’s happening to the rest of her body. In position as if stuck in a wall, she was the most helpless prey of all. 

Struggling, she jerked her buttocks to the sides, granting a rather pathetic spectacle to the hooved barmaidens behind her. Beleaguered by flesh, obscenely jailed and still slovenly stained with spunk she drank a moment ago, she was nothing but a wet doll, now exposed to everyone as the scarlet leotard was shamelessly darker near her ladyparts. 

Draenei hand fell onto athletic buttcheeks, slapping them with force and making the entire sin’dorei body squirm, bend to the sensation that resonated not only to the soaked lovehole but most importantly to the tiny asshole. Second after, unforgiving fingers slipped under the scarlet leotard, wandering dangerously close to elven anus and then ripping the scarlet fabric.

Muffled noise escaped from busty prison, all as the perfectly shaven holes were unveiled, defenseless in their exposure. Slick fingers of a barmaiden ran alongside pinkish ladyparts, two at a time, collecting the elven liquids. 

As soon as they spread, a lovely string of love juices formed between them, so eagerly produced by the little, sin’dorei body. Same fingers soon ventured upwards, ran between carved buttcheeks, making the assassin shiver.

More of the defended sounds escaped Tyrande's innate cushions, all as she pleasantly squeezed them together, keeping Valeera in a carnal deadlock.

Blue nail soon pressed against tiny, virgin asshole, smoothly entering while using the love juices as a lube of sorts. Petite body arched instantly, unused to such invasion and clenching tightly around draenei finger. 

High Priestess scoffed softly as more liquids began to flow down her far cousin's thighs. "Worry not, Sanguinar. It won't remain this tight for long, there is certain experience you will soon have." She exhaled with a tiny smile painted on her face, watching as the barmaiden retreated, giving brief respite to the rogue. 

"It tends to be a stretch of a kind for the first time but…" Kaldorei Queen looked down at the mass of her udders, as if staring at the buried in them, trapped cousin. "... eventually you get used. Eventually." 

Whether Valeera understood what was said would remain a mystery, given a fat, horse cock soon laid a kiss on her asshole. The sheer heat of inhuman meat renewed some sort of hopeless zeal inside her, making the blood elf struggle even more. 

Tiny fingers dug even deeper into the puffy wonder of moon-blessed rack, by no means capable of freeing blonde head from colossal rack. Bending and unintentionally stimulating the wonder of sacred flesh while the equine flat head began to move. 

Holding her stallion tool by shaft, hooved barmaiden put it in circular motion, spreading the thick precum across cute, little asshole of her prey. Wet skin began to shine, suddenly so indecent in its nature, prepared to be stretched. 

As soon as it was stained enough and dripping with the nectarous liquid, draenei pulled her rod upwards, bending it softly and then letting it go, allowing it to slap the defenseless entrance in a promising manner. 

Petite body of the trapped sin'dorei twitched, disturbed once more, knowing her rear entrance was about to be put to new use. Valeera's fingers dug even deeper into Tyrande's udders as hands of the hooved maiden took a better hold of her waist. 

Then the equine cock began to advance and elven queen howled from sensation as her cousin's nails pressed against the flesh of her frontal gifts. When it came to tits as monumental, there was a thin line between pain and pleasure, something the assassin was learning on her own. 

As the monstrous tool rammed its way forward, tiny asshole of the elf spread beautifully, growing in size to swallow entirety of the blue rod's head. As one giant meat was making its way in, another barmaiden stroked her own in a steady, firm manner, covering it all with a heavy layer of her precum, making it shine alluringly. 

Unseen to anyone, Valeera's expression broke into begging, blushed mess, her teeth clenched as she managed to somehow look civilized, even though her anus was reshaped into perfectly round circle, wide enough to host a small totem. 

As soon as the entirety of equine glans made it in, everything suddenly stopped, giving a brief respite and tiny bit of hope. Breathing in shallow manner, she began to feel choked as the air trapped with her in Tyrande's bust was running out. 

Moment after, she felt another hot kiss on her stretched bottom as yet another stallion tool positioned itself by her hole. Left in absolute confusion, mixed with difficulty in conveying any sort of deeper thought, she was in absolute dark, hot and soft but dark nonetheless. 

Clarity would come as second fat tool began to ram its way into her asshole, shamelessly spreading her flesh to make space for itself next to its own twin. 

One equine tip nested beside another, spreading the sin'dorei asshole like a rubber toy, violating its shape and remaking it in the most obscene manner. Should they ever advance further, the ruination would be irreversible. 

Valeera melted between the nightly udders, the blessed fleshy prison was the only one to witness her helpless face, the pretty expression becoming an absolute mess of pleasure and pain that mixed together, indistinguishable for her cum-bathed mind. 

Standing next to each other, draenei sisters panted softly, their cockheads engulfed in the hot flesh of former assassin and pressing against each other as the ancient insides had no right to to properly host one of them, not to speak about both. 

It, however, didn't stop Tyrande from waving her hand and ordering them to continue. Commanded, hooved handmaidens started to push forward. Their lengthy, wide tools began to spread assassin's posterior, sealing its inability to ever return to that tiny, cute form. 

Valeera's body began to arch wildly, bending more and more with very inch taken by the twin stallion cocks. Fat and flexible, they fought for every bit of space, not only with the ravaged elven body but with each other as well. 

Their advance was slow but steady for the most part, halting only when a third of each lengthy tool made it in. Breathing heavily from the sensation, draenei barmaidens raised their eyes onto the High Priestess, who only commanded then to continue. 

Without any other choice, hooved servants pushed even more, finding arising difficulties as elven body didn't want to let them any deeper. Yet trapped and unable to move, sin'dorei doll had little choice but to submit, to surrender her buttocks to vast, irreversible stretching.

With more and more force put into wide, blue hips of the twins, their cocks began to softly bend upwards. As one of the former goat paladins had enough, she clenched her teeth and used the sacred light to strengthen herself and her sister. 

Suddenly the giant rods slid as deeply as they could; to a point when draenei hips hit against each other with force, simply having no more space to go forward as such position allowed for only so much. 

Stallion tools rested deep within sin'dorei body, tightly packed in a petite body, ruining ancient asshole to a unrecognizable point. Hands of the assassin hanged down lifelessly as the last rational thought was fucked out of her body at this very moment, as if to make space for the mare meat. 

"And back we go." Tyrande spoke quietly to her drooling barmaidens, all as a pleasant expression painted itself on her face. "There is much to stretch yet, my ladies. Besides, she still has air.”

Stepping back, the sisters slowly pulled out of the blood elf, leaving the stretched, ravaged insides. Not fully however as they halted when their equine glans were about to jump out of ruined ass. 

"Now now, keep going." Priestess' voice commanded and soon blue hips thrusted forward, filling the little doll anew. Taking a steady rhythm, they would begin to pound the elven posterior in a heavy, unforgiving manner and merciless unison. 

Force of their plunging tossed little body back and forth to a point where even the cowlike moon-tits began waving to the carnal flow,  putting the dark nipples in alluring motion to all those who could see. Gushing sounds of ruined rear filled the tavern, accompanied by the heated moans of hooved twins.

With every tiniest bit of her insides used by the blue rods, Valeera’s mind was no more, shattered into tiniest pieces and reduced to a cum-bathed, spunk-seasoned goop, any sort of sentiency kept there only by the mind altering magic of the High Priestess. Stripped of air, her brain was slowly fading, adding to the slow degradation to nothing but a horsecock warmer. 

Sin'dorei flesh twitched and tried to tighten in its own ruination, spread and widened to lengths unimaginable. Tiny and unused times ago, now it hosted the mare tools, forced to bend in their wake, given no time nor mercy. Forcefully adapting on the run, it seemed to stretch more and more with every thrust, becoming but a wide tunnel, wide enough to host twin horse cocks even when clenched.

As the mindless body was repeatedly tossed back and forth, aria of indecent noises filled the Lodge. Sounds of mare cocks constantly smashing into sin’dorei bottom, all merged with the obscene noises of richly flowing precum spilling from otherworldly stretched entrance. 

Draenei twins drooled as their tools were granted the sensation of breaking elven buttocks, reshaping them into size most nasty. Each thrust was a battle of its own, each sister tried to reach as deep as possible, to the inner, hot parts of tiny body. 

Spread by the sheer nature of the act and insertion, Valeera's buttcheeks shined in violated, vivid red, seemingly no longer capable of hiding the ruined hole. Locked between rods far too large to withstand and breasts too grand to escape, sin’dorei flesh doll could merely feel its own ruination.

In this hopeless, airless and vulgarized state, she barely twitched when the twin stallion dicks dug deeper than even before, remolding her insides into the shape of joined equine rods. Sealed so tightly, her asshole didn’t leak a tiniest bit when siblings emptied their goat ballsacks into her insides. 

Heavy, succulent seed poured into her like a white avalanche. Forced to have only one direction despite the absolute lack of space, it began to fill her stomach like a keg, stretching her no less than the cocks themselves. Sin’dorei belly grew in size, swelling as if for triple pregnancy even if her breeding hole was yet untouched.

Growing in size and in great weight, Valeera became nothing but a giant, cum-filled barrel of spunk and jizz. With every sentient thought fucked out of her shattered brain, she dangled between the stallion rods and largest udders of Azeroth. 

Her stomach vast beyond common sense, hanged down, stuffed with the thickest meal of her life, likely the only one she would receive ever again. Hooved maiden began to slowly pull out of her, filling the tavern with carnal noises. At the same time, as their equine giants jumped out of the assassin, Tyrande released airless, thoughtless and red like tomato head of her former opponent. 

Crashing onto the ground like a log, Valeera’s coughed once, spitting the white nectar and subconsciously taking a deep breath. Fel-infused eyes remained rolled up to the extent, their owner twitched a few times, just as her rear entrance did. 

Vast, gaping hole trembled, ruined beyond salvation and in nothing alike the tiny, cute asshole it was some time ago. Stretched, it would never return to its previous state, now likely in need of a whole week before it could host anything else than numerous horse cocks at the same time. 

“Well then.” Tyrande looked down at the ravaged blood elf below her and waved her feet whilst sitting on the table. 

“That’s one out of five holes.”



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