Chapter 1 - Just The Tip

Here's a little something I've had on Darknest for quite a while, written when I was particularly hot and bothered by a rather scandalous poster. I figured I may as well put it on Hentai-Foundry for those wanting something rather like this.

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The night elf’s pale lilac hand shook as she delicately grasped the shiny black tube. She quickly glanced at herself in the mirror, drinking in her meticulously crafted image, her eyes framed with thick liner and with a feline flick at the corner, her eyelids copiously dusted with dark purple shadow. Her cheeks glowed a pale pink, but her lips had been left bare. She slipped the cap off the end of the tube, letting the brilliant purple colour slowly grow into her sight. She pressed it carefully to her lips, gently tracing her full lips with the lipstick, her lips taking on a bright, shiny purple. Mesmerized by the action and what it meant, she let it coat perhaps a few too many times, redirecting for another pass. The heavy door to the restroom opened and startled her out of her trance, and she couldn’t help but feel nervous tingles rush through her stomach as she quickly capped the lipstick and rushed out, drawing her thick hood around her face to hide what she had become.

She quickly made her way out of the inn, trying to avoid the curious looks of its patrons. Her leathers made an uncomfortably loud scraping sound as she ground her legs together. Could she really do this? Could she do it again? ‘Of course,’ she thought, ‘this is what we were all born for.’ Her stomach steeled, perhaps necessary given its future contents, she found herself racing down the road towards her destination, its insides well lit through the thick, foggy windows, the smell already washing across her.

She had come to the barn.

The door had been left with a slight gap, just barely big enough for her to squeeze through. As she stepped onto the soft, hay-strewn floor, she heard the click of the latch as it shut behind her – as if to remind her what she was now. She felt a hand tug at her hood, swiftly pulling her hood from her face and revealing her whorish appearance to the barn full of horses. She felt her cheeks grow hot through her shame, but she quickly forgot it as that same hand, powerful and filled with promise, pressed against her back.

“You’re mine, now.” The worgen rumbled in his deep voice, “And you’re not leaving.” He pushed her roughly to the center of the barn, the horses snorting as they took in this new arrival. She turned to look at him, but he quickly forced her back to staring ahead. “No, elf. You’re not allowed the pleasure of looking upon your new owner. Now, strip.” He all but growled the last word, putting emphasis on her new status. Without a word she obeyed, her leathers falling from her frame as if never attached. She now stood naked in the hot barn, her skin prickling with anticipation and wordless submission.
The worgen again pushed against her back, directing her to a large crate in the immediate center of the barn. With a forceful shove, he knocked her flat on her stomach on top of the crate, his hand pressed tightly against her back. Without a word she understood that she should stay there, his hand retracting and instead trailing up her back to grasp her bright purple ponytail.

“Do you see these horses, elf?” He forcefully turned her head to regard the numerous horses, snorting and hoofing the door to their pens, “The humans don’t know how to properly care for them. That’s why I found you,” he said, his voice oozing confidence, “and that’s why you found me.” He let go of her hair, the elf sighing with relief as she suddenly felt the strain her hair had been under in his powerful grip. She obediently stayed on the crate, refusing to turn to look at the worgen, and instead examined the horses in her sight. They were powerfully muscled, bred for war and for the plow, and each looked filled to the brim with unquenched lust.

The worgen stepped to her side and unlatched the first of many pens, the horse’s breath quickening and his nostrils flaring. She couldn’t see, but she could feel the desire raging from the horse and its fellows, all directed towards her. She heard the worgen grasp the lead, guiding the eager horse in front of her, not caring if she caught a glimpse of him – he knew before the night was over she wouldn’t remember it anyway. Her vision however, had filled with the stallion in front of her, his dark brown coat starting to glisten with sweat. Without any coaxing, the horse drew itself upon its hind legs and planted its massive hooves firmly on either side of her, his belly nearing her face – but that wasn’t what her glowing eyes locked onto.

His cock was incredible. It was massive, its flared head bulging and nearly pressing to her lips already. It evidently needed no encouragement to reach full size, already fully engorged from unspent lust and the smell of a bitch in heat. It neighed impatiently, pawing at the crate, its cock beginning to drool a clear and sticky precum. This was it, the moment she was going to fall back into depravity. The moment she was going to give herself to her natural calling, what she was born to do.

She strained her neck, her lips brushing the tip of the cock as she darted her tongue out to taste the juices, its salty taste and slimy texture immediately filling her mouth. The worgen laughed, the sound of his claws scraping across the stone floor as he moved behind her, his belt nearly breaking apart with the force he undid it.

“So eager to please, I see.” The worgen chuckled, “I knew what you were when I saw you. A filthy slut only good for swallowing the cum of your betters. “ He slapped her ass cheek as the sound of his pants dropping rang through her ears, “The moment I saw your whorish face again I knew it was over for you.” He chuckled once more, before unmasking his cock. She couldn’t see it, but she could feel as it pressed against her ass that it was quickly growing in size, escaping its sheath. What it lacked in length compared to the horsecock she was staring at, she could certainly feel the girth as it spread her cheeks apart. A wicked sense of fear washed over her before it was replaced with carnal, overwhelmingly tingling lust that met his cock.

“I could split your tiny asshole apart, you know,” He remarked, his claws scratching gently at her cheeks, “but what fun is there if I can’t risk a pregnancy now, hm? Now that would be fun now, wouldn’t it?” He grunted, his cock now fully engorged and pressing hard against her cheeks. She felt a trickle of fear again, the thought of being given the decision between breaking her ass open or mothering a bastard child – but that fear also brought lust. He was the one to truly decide, what she wanted now didn’t matter. It was her job to please him and to satisfy these beasts, not to worry about her future.

With that thought, she washed her tongue over the horsecock’s cumslit again, her tongue bathing in the salty goo as she relished the taste. She gave it a wet kiss, her bright purple lipstick already smearing against the tip, before she took the broad head in her mouth. The ring of the head gave her some trouble, forcing herself to keep her teeth away from the cock, but she managed to stuff it into her gaping mouth by stretching her jaw enough. Her lips formed a tight seal around the top, her jaw already screaming in protest. She ignored it as she shoved it to the back of her throat, her body spasming as she gagged on the massive cock brutally shoving itself deeper. She could taste the sweat and the now oozing precum of the horse, its whinny of approval all the fuel she needed to start trying to push it deeper.

As she became distracted with the horsecock in front of her, the worgen spread the whore’s legs on his own and traced her lilac slit with a finger, “Well now, whore. You seem to be a bitch in heat – that would explain why the horse is drooling its precum down your throat.” He laughed, his words sending shame to pool in her stomach alongside lust and perverse joy. “It’s my turn, now. Don’t bite or you might leave her dumber than you entered.” He grasped her legs tightly, his claws scratching against her thighs, as he pressed the head of his broad cock against her pussy.

With an abrupt and violent shove, he punched the head of his thick cock through the entrance to her cunt, causing her to cry out in pain against the horsecock lodged in her throat. The cock stretched her to her max, the pain and discomfort matching with the growing pleasure of being used. She quickly redoubled her efforts on the cock in front of her, pushing herself even further onto the horsecock, the broad head now pushing against the entrance to her throat, causing her to gag and the spasms to force more precum from the tip of its cock. She could feel it dribbling down her throat and pooling in her stomach, the first of many more to come.

The worgen behind her began to push himself deeper, his cock brutally forcing open her cocksheath and scraping against her delicate walls. The worgen groaned atop her, his hand coming to rest against her back shoving her harder against the crate, her breasts flattening against the rough wood. He pumped deeper into her, the inches of his broad cock slowly sinking into her yielding cunt. He put his free hand to the back of her skull, pushing her face further down the horsecock, her gags causing spittle to dribble from her tightly sealed lips, her body tensing to avoid jerking too much. The horsecock painfully pushed against the back of her throat, the too broad head trying to force its way down her narrow throat. She coughed again, taking a deep breath before the head of the cock slipped down her throat and plowed several inches. She nearly retched as she pulled back an inch, her eyes watering heavily, the black eyeliner already starting to run. Her lipstick smeared across her mouth and on the cock she was servicing, a bright purple stain already spreading across its spit slick skin.

“It’s always the first one that hurts the most,” The worgen grunted as he pushed harder against her, “though the rest still hurt a lot.” He snarled, his legs spreading further to give him more thrusting power. He braced his feet against the floor and began pushing hard, her body nearly bending backwards with the force of it. There was nowhere for her to go as she started slipping further on the horsecock lodged in her throat, but the worgen’s cock was slowly and painfully stretching her strained cunt, his cock slowly disappearing inside her. She couldn’t feel how big it was or how much was left, but were she in control of herself she’d be desperately trying to get away. The pain of her yielding pussy was only helping her eyes to water more, streaks beginning to form down her cheeks as her eyeliner bled.

With a final pop, she felt his cock fully enter her, the base of his cock pressed against her folds. She would have let out a sigh relief that it was fully in her, but he forced her head even further down the horsecock now that his own no longer did the job for him. She retched once more, her throat spasming around the cock of the horse as it whinnied in pleasure from the moist sheath it had found. Though it had started out still, it now began to give small thrusts, the jolts of the movement barely sinking its cock in any further but the vibrations of it causing her throat to protest. The worgen let go of her head, trusting her to continue gulping down bulging horsecock as he grasped her hips tightly.

“Now the real fun begins, cumslut.” He snarled, his claws digging into her hips, “You had better serve that horse like it was the horsecum to your starved belly.” He laughed, “Because that’s what it is, and that’s all you’re going to eat you whore.” He withdrew his cock suddenly causing her gaping hole to feel shockingly empty, before he slammed back in with a grunt. She took it hard, another inch of horsecock sliding down her already packed throat. She groaned with the motion, her throat spasming around the fleshy intruder. With that first brutal thrust he pulled out again, only to slam back home with an equally rough push that shook her body.

She could feel the tears streaming from her eyes now as she was agonizingly assaulted from both directions by equally beastly cocks. She could feel the head of the horsecock quickly approaching the entrance to her stomach, and wondered if she could swallow the last few inches before she ran out of space to stuff it. Her thoughts were quickly scrambled apart as the worgen hammered her open, his cock not letting her vagina recover from the previous thrust before his next hit home. She could feel the head of the cock brushing against the entrance to her womb, the shock causing delightful pain to join the throbbing agony in her throat and cunt. Another pain quickly greeted the others as she felt her lungs spasming for the air she had forgotten she needed, but she was powerless against the worgen above her. Seeming to sense that the breeding whore below him was on the edge of consciousness, he grabbed her ponytail and hauled her face off of the cock, her sputters and gasps for air joining the displeased noises of the horse. The cock she had been sucking on was covered in her spittle and her throat juices, smatters of bright purple coating it where her lips had been given the chance to brush against its veiny and silken surface. With a forceful push, the cock slipped back down her throat where it belonged, the taste of salt and spit staining her already filled mouth.

The brutal thrusting of the worgen continued hurriedly for another few minutes as he occasionally let her breath, her throat milking the shaft of the horse as it tried to shove itself deeper and get more stimulation. The worgen quickly realized that her head wasn’t moving, and with an infuriated snarl he twisted her ponytail around his hand and pulled her head back, the head scraping the inside of her throat as it was pulled out to rest on her tongue, the taste of her throat and its thickly gathered precum bathing her tongue as the trapped precum and spit filled her mouth and dribbled out the open corners.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, you worthless cockslut.” He growled, before shoving her head back roughly on the horsecock, the cock sheathing itself in one long thrust as it slipped down the sticky and wet throatpussy. She gagged once more as she felt the tip brutally bash against the entrance to her stomach, the worgen forcefully dragging her back up once more. Realizing that she couldn’t do it on her own, he snarled and continued to hammer into her pussy as he forced her head up and down the long shaft. The horse above whinnied in approval, its hooves stamping on the crate as it jerked its hips feverishly.

With one final massive thrust, she felt her cunt open up even more and her eyes widened in shock as she felt the massive, blunt force that was the worgen’s knot forcing its way into her already strained pussy, the worgen’s powerful legs forcing it where it didn’t fit. Agonizing seconds went by as she was sure her vagina would split in half and she’d die with a horsecock down her throat, but just as she was sure she was going to be ended the pop of the knot sheathing itself fully inside her rang through her ears and she groaned against the horsecock down her throat.

The vibrations of the motion caused the horse to let out a long whine, powerful legs giving one final push as the tip broke through the entrance to her stomach, its muscles spasming as she felt the pulse and throb that signaled she was about to taste her first meal directly in her stomach. She felt the jets of cum as they traveled down the cock, the extremely tight fit allowing her to follow the cum as it jettisoned out the slit of the cock. As if on cue, the worgen let out a long snarl, a howl held back, as she felt the hot wash of its potent cum spray the entrance to her womb. She could feel it filling her cunt, her walls stretched already by the massive girth of the worgen cock, the cum unable to find escape as the knot filled the entrance to her cunt up to the brim.

The horse backed itself up, the cock sliding out with a wet ‘schlurp’, and she gulped in sweat-heavy air in gratitude to her throat suddenly being unblocked. Numerous strands of spittle and horsecum connected her lips to the top of the cock, the rapidly shrinking meatpole falling away to nearly drag along the dirty ground, dribbling a mixture of saliva and horsecum, its length stained purple where her lips had brushed. She let her sore throat rest against the edge of the crate as her neck burned, tears dripping down her chin to mix with the spittle and the backwash of horsecum that had followed the horse’s exit. Normally she would have savoured the gift, but her throat and mouth were so stretched and strained she couldn’t even close her mouth to keep it in as it dribbled down the side of the crate to pool on the floor.

The worgen behind her groaned in pleasure, his claws relaxing against her scraped hips. He had seeded the bitch and felt the spasms as she struggled to keep the horseseed inside her, and he felt a moment of bliss as he paused between ruttings. He caught a movement out of the corner of his eye, and he let a wicked grin split his face.

“Hello, boy.” He growled, turning his head to regard the shocked and now terror-stricken face of the teen boy hiding in one of the pens. “I guess you’ve seen all a night elf is good for. To be a breeding bitch, here only to service the men and the animals whenever we require.” He squeezed the thigh of the whore below him, who was still struggling to come back to her senses. “Perhaps you would like a go at her throat.” He motioned with a finger for the boy to come out of hiding and to take his place in front of her.

The boy was hesitant to say the least. He meekly approached her face, his hands wringing in front of him as he regarded the ruined elf and the worgen still knotted inside her as he exuded power and authority. He stepped in front of her, looking down at her painted face, the eyeliner and lipstick smeared as she managed to muster the energy to look back up into his eyes. They kept locked even when the worgen snarled once more at the boy.

“This isn’t a date, boy! Get your cock out!” He roared, thrusting his already sheathed cock against her and causing her to whimper at the movement. “I know the bitch’s throat will be loose, but you can still get your rocks off. Don’t worry about her, she doesn’t matter. You don’t need to love her and she doesn’t need to love you.” The worgen growled, even as the teen’s eyes never left her own. A moment seemed to pass as the boy seemed to weigh the options.

The whore gave him a weak smile, and that’s all the encouragement he needed. He fumbled with his belt, quickly unbuckling it and tearing his trousers down. His rapidly hardening cock wasn’t unimpressive for a human, quickly rising to a sturdy six inches, but compared to the worgen and the horsecock that had just been forced down her throat it might have been a finger. He pressed his cock against her lips, the purple still brightly smeared across the pillowy flesh. She eagerly took his cock in her mouth, the spittle and horsecum still coating the inside of her maw and giving the boy a slippery pleasure. She took it down her sore throat with ease, the walls clamping around his cock as he immediately let out an uncontrolled moan.

“That’s it, boy. Breed her throat like she’s going to sire your babe.” The worgen encouraged, “You sure as hell won’t get an elf bitch to suck your cock otherwise.” He laughed, his hands grasping the hips of the breeding slut that he was still knotted inside, “Though pay attention to my words and you may yet have elves fawning over you to bear your seed.” Though his cock was tightly packed and the cum was still sloshing about her tight pussy, he made small movements that forced the entrance to her cunt to move with his knot, causing her to whimper in pain as she dutifully swallowed the boy’s entire cock with ease.

It wasn’t long before the boy starting to erratically thrust his hips, his hands twisting through her hair as he gained more and more confidence. He forced his cock in and out of her throat at an increasingly violent pace, her throat struggling to close before every thrust opened it again. She didn’t gag after the horsecock had carved its path, but she could barely press her tongue against the sensitive underside of the shaft in time. The worgen behind her continued to make the small, slightly painful thrusts as he had no more room to move, and she could feel pleasure starting to grow from what was once simply pure agony.

She felt the boy’s cock in her throat swell as the head rested against her tongue, and she opened her throat to accept the gift as the boy let out a rough groan, his seed spraying from the cumslit in thick ropes, painting the inside of her mouth and going straight down into her stomach. He quickly withdrew, his cock coated with saliva, lipstick, and horsecum, his potent load dwarfed by that of the backed up horse. He fell back onto his ass as he panted for air, the true reality of what he’d done coming back to him. She licked her lips to savour the taste as her glowing eyes regarded him with unabashed hunger.

“Quick, boy, get another horse or she’ll devour your cock whole.” The worgen laughed, his thrusts finally started to grow erratic as he felt the cum rise from his balls. The boy quickly rushed to do what he was told, opening the pen of a particularly impatient horse and having to jump out of the way as it knew exactly what it needed to do, planting its hooves on either side of the elf’s body and pressing its engorged and straining length against her lips to replace the boy’s. After being made to watch the display earlier, it was even more frustrated than the last had been.

The night elf licked her lips, tasting the mix of spittle, horse cum, and lipstick.