Chapter 3 - PLayer Versus Player!

Wearing a plum and aqua colored regalia for combat, Elizabeth never thought that entering the fields of Alliance on Horde combat would ever be so… fun. She lobbed frost and fire off of her palms in quick, precise succession. Scores of Horde members were burned or frozen before her. Those she froze, she sauntered over to and blew a mocking kiss as they looked upon her with wrathful eyes. The armored orc, in particular, gave her a glare that could kill – if he weren't stuck inside a block of ice.
 
Hours passed in the fields of Warsong Gulch, with Elizabeth's squad still trapped in the center, defending their base from a Horde invasion. She herself, knew that the goal was to capture the foe's all-important flag to demoralize their hold on the Gulch. Unfortunately, her team yelled orders of defense rather than assault. So, the young Mage decided to take it upon herself to enter her foe's base and seize their prize by her lonesome.
 
A quick spark of glory filled her mind and she wondered if they would prize her with some busty babe to take him as per reward. Better yet, she thought about paying her good friend Jon a visit and let the youth ravage her rear as ~her~ reward. Wiping away a quick salivation, the Mage teleported herself to the side gate of the Horde's base and charged up their ramp to their main chamber.
 
All was clear, so she saw, when she skulked by the middle terrace just overlooking their flag room. Her journey inside had been without incident, and so she hoped her trek back outside would be the same. Gasping, she leaped from the balcony and landed safely on the ground without a break in her step.
 
So far, so good, she thought.
 
The Mage charged towards the red flag and grabbed it. At once, as though declared by a god, a horn sounded as the object was taken from the podium. Gasping, she turned and ran towards the exit. Just as she crossed half the chamber something clocked her against the head and she keeled halfway over, barely holding the long wooden pole in her hands. Her vision turned blurry and her senses were dulled.
 
She lowered her head to look behind her, and a faint shimmer wavered around her. It shifted as if preparation, and she retaliated just in time.
 
Tossing the flag aside, Elizabeth encased herself in a large block of ice that absorbed the blow of a dagger. A blood elf stood behind her, cloaked in black, with his weapon lodged in the sheet of frost. Cursing in his native tongue, the rogue withdrew his dagger and simultaneously Elizabeth broke her protective bubble. She waved her hand in a single swift motion and the elf instantly transfigured into a sheep. The creature balked and its eyes went wide as it stepped left and right. The Mage giggled, scooped up the Horde's flag and turned back for the door.
 
She smacked face-first into the chest of a creature larger than herself and looked up. A mighty tauren blocked her way. It gave her no time to react as the towering man-cow slapped the flag from her hand and knocked the wind from the girl with a single punch to the gut. She coughed and backed away from the beast, readying another spell.
 
Then another strike to the back of her head came and she fell onto her knees, weakened. Gasping she looked behind her and saw the same wrathful-eyed orc glaring at her with lightened flesh and damp hair. The sight would have made her giggle, were she not stunned.
 
At once around her a group of figures came to. A pandaren leaped from above, a troll slipped from the ramp, a goblin flew in from one of the doorways on a rocket, and the blood elf she had turned into a helpless sheep returned to his true form dazed and blubbering.
 
"Come on now," she said in common, forgetting the language barrier between her and her foe. "Can't we come to some sort of arrangement or something?" She pleaded.
 
"Kor'makk koragg!" The Orc shouted some command, or some other kodo shit that Elizabeth did not comprehend.
 
At once hands were around her, bodies blocked her, and mixed hot and heavy breaths clouded her and watered her gaze. One hand tore at her robe, another lifted her by the arm, a third pulled her hair – a cluster tore the hem of her skirt off up to her crotch. In the end, she was made helpless and limp from the swarm about her.
 
Then finally, one hand (or a group) pulled the rest of her skirt off and revealed her naked form. Her pale unblemished flesh was in view of all of her foes, as well as her large bust with hardened nipples (much to her surprise!), her slender toned figure, and her erect cock. She was never embarrassed of her birthright, but the sight of so many of her opponents around her gawking at it – and laughing, made her for once in her existence, ashamed of what the gods had graced her upon her name day.
 
The orc said something in his foul, rough tongue. The tauren traded words, as did the troll. It was an argument – or… a queue. The tauren hoisted Elizabeth up by her arms, tied them behind her back and held her against his body. She kicked at them, her breasts and cock bouncing around as she yelled and fought against the grasp.
 
Then it was too late. Arms wrapped around her ankles and pulled her legs wide. She was left bare and spread, her cock leaning against her taut flesh, her sac sagging between the void of her thighs. The orc was laughing at her, removing his armor piece by piece. In seconds he was naked before her, his hard green cock stiff before him with a faint pinkish head leaking a trickle of his excitement.
 
That… That is not going to fit! Elizabeth thought with wide eyes and an agape maw.
 
She growled at him and the orc growled back as if in amusement. The big green beast wrapped his hands around her thighs and she squirmed, shouting common tongue curses at him. The orc's Horde fellows laughed, and laughed, and laughed as she wriggled in his grasp.
 
The grunt grabbed the head of his length and poised it for Elizabeth's rear entrance. She tried to squeeze her cheeks together to prevent entry, but her legs were too far drawn apart and her resistance only delayed the inevitable. The orc spit more of his orcish phrase above the helpless human, his thick meat prodding against her tiny entrance. Elizabeth could only chew her lower lip as she waited for the brute to claim his prize.
 
His head pushed at her tiny hole, poking and prodding at her. She yelped and squirmed some more, and shouted 'no' too many times over. If he was a gentleman, at the very least, he would have lubed up – and Elizabeth was more concerned than excited in taking the orc's thick prick.
 
With a low grunt, the brute bucked forward and speared his way into her. Elizabeth cried out in a marriage of pain and defeat as the first inches of his thick bulbous head filled her. She cringed and bit her lip as he did not relent, and only pushed into her further and further. She gawked, gasped, and took in a slew of heavy breaths to try and muster her strength against his engorged cock – nothing she did alleviated the pain as inch after inch forced its way into her until the orc hilted himself all the way in, his thick bushy groin rubbing against her own hairless nethers.
 
"F-fuck… m-me…" She moaned, but not in pleasure. Ironically.
 
"Lok'tar!" The beast screamed and withdrew… then shot right back into her.
 
Elizabeth released a shuddering cry of agony as the orc slapped back against her. Slowly, he withdrew from her only to thrust and pound back into Elizabeth again. She bit her lip until she tasted blood, cringing with both eyes closed – as if it helped – as the green menace bucked into her again and again. His slow thrusts grew faster, each hard pump became harder, and she wanted the big brute to end his campaign against her already.
 
This would be easier if I had a vagina! She thought, for once in her life, angry that she was not born fully woman.
 
Around her the Horde laughed as the orc pounded into her, thrust after thrust. Elizabeth could not help but flush hard and harder, sinking into her own restricted form as if it could allay her embarrassment. The orc laughed with them, shouted in orcish, and looked to his would-be brothers as if he was saying "this is my conquest, not yours".
 
Then his cock twitched inside her, the beast screamed, and his pace had a burst of haste. She braced herself and clenched down with all her might. The creature hilted himself deep into her with a loud groan and when he filled her – her own cock twitched and spew a load across her belly and teats. She gasped as she orgasmed, watching as thick white spurts of her essence splattered against her taut figure and full tits. Pleasure and pain swam through her body, while the orc filled her with something else that was no doubt swimming in the bowels of her backdoor. Tearlessly she cried aloud as the orc finished inside of her.
 
When the beast withdrew, she fell limp in the grip of three men. She felt the warm gooey essence trickling out from her used pucker, while her own seed dribbled off of her flesh like saliva from a half-wide maw.
 
What a loss, she thought as she watched her babybatter dripping onto the floor wastefully.
 
The orc retreated… and the troll took his place instead. The tauren lowered Elizabeth down and hands came around her head. The pair forced her to turn as a pink human-like cock slapped her lips. She resisted for a moment until the digging digits painfully insisted her to open up. She relented and the long, slender cock filled her. She looked up and saw the blood elf in black throwing his head back with light-voiced moans. Something told her he was the least patient of the group.
 
I'm going to kill him first, Elizabeth promised herself as the elf kept his head back, still chuckling.
 
Elizabeth's eyes went back to the troll who, unlike the orc, had properly lubed up his shaft with his own saliva. His azure cock was much longer the orc's, but nowhere nearly as thick. The exotic slab of meat came poking at her rear entrance. The mixture of cum and saliva made as a good makeshift lubricant and with a baleful moan against the blood elf's thrusting prick, the troll slipped his shlong into the Mage with a long, deep moan as though he had not entered a warm hole in years – or ever.
 
Simultaneously, both troll and elf took Elizabeth. The elf kept his hands firmly held on her head as he thrusted into her mouth, using her maw as a warm, wet fuckhole. The troll held onto her waist as he bucked into her, his length only able to fill her about two-thirds of its size before the beast had to slip out and thrust in again. Clearly annoyed, or perhaps agitated at his own length, the troll was staring down at his cock as though it were the only thing in the world – watching with a mixture of groan-filled frowns or glowering growls as his blue dick pumped into the tiny human over and over.
 
The elf roared aloud and with one final buck-and-hilt, came into Elizabeth's mouth. Weaksauce, she told herself with disgust and dissaproval as the elf moaned loudly. His creamy, salty, warm essence filled little more than half of her mouth's capacity before he withdrew. He didn't even stay to make sure I swallow, she further thought as she spat his seed on the elf's shoes. He did not seem to care as he pulled up his pants over his already-limping prick. She was not one to waste cum, but Elizabeth could not stomach (ironically) the thought of swallowing such a one-pump-chump's essence.
 
The troll, however, she would have swallowed.
 
The blue slender brute, unlike his muscled counterpart, was a stallion. Thrust after thrust he went on, moaning and groaning. He held on longer than the orc and elf (obviously) combined. Victoriously, or narcissistically, he flexed one arm and gestured to his Horde fellows – laughing, winking, and shouting in their native tongue. All of his fellows cheered him on, save for the blood elf who was long gone.
 
Elizabeth lost count how long she was used as the troll's fuckdoll. All she knew is that the cum on her belly started to turn transparent when the stallion of a horde finally came near his peak. Rather than fill her already-ravaged insides, the troll withdrew just on the apex of Elizabeth's oncoming second orgasm and stroked himself off just above her belly. When his warm, very thick, cum spilled on her belly she cringed for just a moment before she let the beast resume uninterrupted. He might have filled her mouth two and a half times over – she did not know, in truth. But she saw load after load splash onto her belly, coating her in creamy white gold that she was desperate to lap at. Alas, the restrictions on her body prevented that. She stuck her tongue out in want all the same, but the selfish brutes abound her did not pay attention to her wants.
 
Finished, the troll skulked away with his cock in hand. He shouted what Elizabeth heard as 'Ya' Mon', before high-fiving the orc aside.
 
Elizabeth was let down on the floor, gently – much to her surprise – but was still hand-bound by the Tauren who was looming over her like a voyeuristic guardian. The Pandaren stepped to her nethers, while the goblin took a place above Elizabeth's chest. She gave him a gawking look, and saw a less-than-average sized green prick in his hand. The Pandaren on the other hand, had a very naturally pinkish member, sizable enough given his own… weight.
 
The Mage gasped and stared shocked as the goblin took hold of her cum-coated teats and began to rub them against his small member. The goblin sighed and muttering some nothings in Orcish as he worked her rounded breasts against his small shaft.
 
The Pandaren had little trouble entering Elizabeth's completely abused hole. He slipped into her with a sigh and an animated look of relief. His hands went to her knees and he kept her legs apart as he bucked back and forth into her, his fat belly slapping against her own toned one, the troll's essence mixing in with his reddish fur.
 
Elizabeth gave the goblin appraise for lasting longer than the blood elf (in her eyes, they were all much better sexual candidates than that prick) and the Pandaren, who she thought would blow his load in seconds, continued to pump away despite her theory. She cringed as the mix of cocks at her body began to send her to the brink.
 
The goblin gasped, groaned, and squeezed her bust tight together as his seed pumped between her breasts. She saw his white goo drooling down between the pressed canvas of her breasts, still just out of reach of her tongue. She glowered at the essence that she could not lap out, whimpering lightly at the wanting taste.
 
Then the pandaren hilted in and moaned a strange, loud yelp as he pumped her full of his cum. His last thrust struck her just right and she sighed and moaned altogether, her cock twitching and spurting her essence all across the goblin's back. He threw himself off of Elizabeth, shouting and nearly crying. She stifled a giggle, more focused on the wash of pleasure from her second orgasm.
 
The Pandaren left… and the tauren stepped in his shadow. His cock was in hand, massive and equine in nature. The head was thicker than the rest of them, lengthier than the troll's, and thicker than the orc's. He gave her a smirk with that strange snout of his, and his gold nose ring bounced with a huff.
 
Oh my… she thought, squirming in place. He's so big… I'll scream 'For The Horde' all day if he pleases me like I think he's about to, Elizabeth thought while smirking.
 
The tauren took her up in his arms, poised her over his shaft, and slowly let her down on his gigantic prick. She clutched at his shoulders, staring into his small blue eyes with her smaller ones. "Let's hope you last longer than the elf, too," She whispered.
 
She felt his massive head poking at her rear pucker. It was already widened from abuse, but not wide enough. She moaned, biting her lower lip in anticipation. The cum across her figure was dripping down, mixing with her last partner. She wanted every inch of him.
 
And just like that, she fell down and her would-be lover fell over.
 
"Huh?!" She shouted, enraged.
 
One by one, Alliance members entered the room, throwing spells around. Arrows and bullets flew around her, rogues appeared from the shadows digging daggers into their opponent's backs. One noobish man grabbed the flag with loud glee and sprinted from the room.
 
"Fuck you guys!" She roared, tearing at her hair.
 
Annoyed, Elizabeth laid on her back with her arms crossed under her cum-slickened bust, growling beneath her breath and showing her teeth off like a predator on the verge of the kill. In that single moment of rage, she wished for some kind of mystical item that could change her form so she could join the Horde…
 
When the slaughter was done she sighed, picked up the remnants of her robes and left – still wanting.