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The day didn't start out well for Esher at all. Last night's surprise from an undead rogue, which was supposed to be a revenge on the orcs for their rudeness and lack of respect, didn't work as planned. The super spicy solution that was forced into Esher's ass and cunt, meant for general Gragg, was noticed long before the oversized orc brute could dip his meat into Esher's sore and burning pussy.

As it turned out, one of the warriors took his pleasure ahead of the queue. He came at night, while the feast was already ending. Completely smashed with strong orc booze, he decided to have a go with the bitch's ass. He did so, yet in his absolutely intoxicated state, he barely felt the burn and after jizzing inside her from a dry, forceful hump, he fell back on the grass right behind her and spent the rest of the night right there. Found by his fellow soldiers with his dick out, red like a dire wolf's cock and swollen like heck. They DID notice something was off. Bitch's cunt lips were equally red and swollen all over and then it was not hard to deduce what happened.

There was a victim, but no culprit to be possibly found, considering the siege around and multitude of possible suspects. Thus, orcs just dragged the poor cock-swollen orc to the healers, while taking the bitch towards the nearest river to "flush" her. They had to do SOMETHING to make her useful. She was Gragg's fucktoy after all.

Esher was awake all night and groggy from the lack of sleep. The insane burn down her sex parts didn't let her take any rest last night, but as soon as she was dumped into the ice-cold water, she returned to her senses instantly. They took off her armor for that. River was somewhat deep and her plate armor and mail was quite hefty by itself.

"Wash your cunt and ass slut!"

One of the orcs ordered her, holding the chain of her collar in one hand as he stood by the river's edge where it was shallow enough that he could stand in it only waist-down. Esher felt relieved for the first time in hours. No, rather days! The water, as cold as it was, was still flushing her fur and body and making all the filth leave her skin. She began rapidly brushing her body with her hand-paws, trying to scrub off as much of the day's worth of jizz and piss off of herself. But then a huge orc hand landed on her neck from the back and pushed her head underwater.

Orc held her there for a couple seconds, as he took her by surprise and she was already struggling hard, breathless.

"Cunt and ass! Just that, slut! We need you fuck-able again, notin' more!"

She heard the orc barking at her as she coughed out water from her throat and then she got thrown pulled towards the shallow side of the river's bed. Standing only waist-down in the water next to the orc. She hesitated. The burn in her cunt was already much less intense than before and she would much more likely leave it that way, than take another battalion of orc cocks like last night. She put her hands down and began to pretend that she's scrubbing the insides of her tunnels, but in the running waters of the river, they could not say for sure whether she actually did it.

That's when the orc pulled her out the river and shoved her over the grassy river edge. Esher let out a pained whine as the orc rammed his fingers into her cunt and gave her the most brutal fingering one could imagine. Thick digits rubbed onto the yet itchy, sore muscle and delicate lining of her abused cunt. Working the walls, tormented by pain-inducing elixir and making Esher's eyes water up with tears of pain. He pulled them out afterwards and took a taste just to be sure. A powerful bitch-slap landed across Esher's face as he spit onto her, getting the spicy taste off of his tongue.

"You think you smart, eh? Really thought we not check you?"

The plainly illiterate orc grabbed her by the neck and started to choke her onto the ground. He dipped his fingers inside her again, this time right into her ass, once again giving her pain-elixir coated inner walls a hard, merciless rub-down. Then, he brought his fingers up to her face and stopped them from spreading, directly above Esher's terrified eyes.

"Dis last warning... you wash cunt and ass or I get it in your eyes! Now go wash!"

Orc threatened her and once again threw her into the river. This time though, she didn't even think of fooling around with the orcs and instantly began to rub and scrub the insides of her privates. Not like they gave her a chance to hide anything, as the orc held her collar-chain and held her so that her crotch was on the very water level. He inspected the process from very close, making her feel the humiliation, yet it was hardly any worse than what she experienced before.

"I'm... done..." - she noted with mixed feelings on her face. The burn was indeed gone. And a good wash to her genitals was something she craved for at least a week. Even if it was just a flush with a bit of cold water.

Orc approached her, pulled on the chain and threw her face into the ground as he bent her over the river's edge, making her hair and face pick some fresh dirt in the process. Her eyes darted open and she moaned quietly from the sensation of the orc's fingers invading both her holes, swapping from one to the other each few thrusts. She heard a slurp sound, most likely from the orc tasting his fingers again.

"You better check thoroo-... throuh-.... Uhh, better fuck da bitch to make sure!" - one of the bystander warriors finally got over the harder word and began unwrapping his waistband that held his studded kilt in place.

"Sure. Better yer dick than mine." - he wiped his fingers onto her ass and threw the collar-chain of the bitch towards the now half-naked companion, who casually picked her up and put her against a nearby riverside boulder. Held by the neck and laying on her back, Esher felt how the orc got between her legs and aimed his cock against her pussy. No foreplay nor a shred of gentleness was a trademark of orc sexual advances. She could only ponder whether orc women had their vaginas made of wood or were simply masochist weirdos to enjoy such things.

Orc packed himself inside her in one go. Water in her vegina helped her moisurise just a bit more, but didn't nullify the drag, the stretch and certainly didn't protect her crotch from being pounded by that lump of brown, Kor'kron flesh that tore her opening open and brought back the pain of her slit getting split by force countless times before. With both worgen physiology, giving her somewhat accelerated healing and the tricks of that asshole battle-healer from the camp, she experienced the pain of getting herself robbed of virginity more than dozen times. Back in the camp, the elf stopped the gang-rape every now and then just to patch up her body with some potent healing spells.

When he went for her ass, the worgen girl whined again, but only received another slap on her muzzle to quiet her down. That oaf was literally bending her in half over that rock. Holding her foot-paws in the air by the ankles as he raped her tighter, less pleasant hole. That is, if she could feel any pleasure from that anymore, as in her current state she would need a week long recuperation to make her genitals feel anything other than pain or numbness. In fact, she learned to appreciate the numbness that some of the more brutal ones gave her. Yet the humiliation and mental pain never ceased when she felt a hot load of orc sperm stuffing her womb. It was alien to her body. It made her itchy inside, carrying who knows what kind of filthy disease in it. There was also the smell... That exceptionally strong reek of orc bodies and body fluids.

She felt like puking when she smelled the stuff on orc balls and asses. Feeling absolutely pained to watch her sisters in battle, who were already broken into submission - if even still alive - and forced to give the sleazy orcs baths with their tongues. Licking their armpits, feet and asscracks with bleak, empty stares of soulless thralls. Being neither women, nor worgen, not even thinking beings anymore.

Esher retained her conscious mind so far, but it was hard. Even now, when the orc who just freshly dumped a load of jizz into her womb now held her muzzle shut over his cock and slapped her cheek until she began to lick him clean. She still hoped for rescue, while reluctantly licking the last bits of snot-like, salty and bitter cock-milk from that brown prick. Trying not to get used to it too much, as that would be her ultimate defeat. Despite how hard it was for her to suppress the natural reactions of her female body, that slowly adjusted to the things they did to her so very often. Her breasts and nipples were perky and tender even after the most rough treatment. Her cunt drippy, to Esher's shame. She could not possibly get pregnant with an orc, but daily rape and the pints of hot sperm packed into her womb every day seriously fucked up her hormone system anyway.

She had that strong conviction - to never enjoy any of the things they did to degrade her. She will never give them the satisfaction.

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Later that day, after being dragged back to the orc campsite, Esher had a moment of relative calm. Only relative, since as soon as she tried to get more comfortable, she was getting hit by a half-eaten apple, a pebble or other piece of clutter, thrown by a random orc. Not enough to harm her, but definitely a good way to stop her from getting a nap. The fact that she was bound to the pole by her wrists didn't help at sleeping either. She had to kneel below it to lessen the strain on her arms, due to the short chain they hung onto.

She watched as the invaders brought in yet another scouting team that braved outside the walls, trying to convey a message to the Alliance. Gilneans quickly reached the conclusion that it's better to send out male soldiers instead of females. There was more than enough evidence of Orc brutality when dealing with captive females. Males had it easier, but the main difference was that they have been granted the mercy of quicker death. Fortunately for them, Kor'kron forces were hand picked by none other than the Warchief himself. And since Garrosh reformed this unit to his tastes, they were also purely male. After all, Warchief didn't tolerate any form of weakness and traits that he considered to be a flaw for an elite soldier - including the fact of being born a female.

Then he came back. The general himself. Gragg walked up to her and lifted her up by her hair, holding her with just one of his massive arms.

"You do realize that I could interrogate you, about how the fuck did you managed to stuff your holes full of... whatever it was. But then, I also don't give a shit about some petty tricks and misbehaviors of those undead scumbags. They are kinda amusing even, with their little swords and mean faces."

The Orc general held her against the pole that she was chained to and suddenly dealt her a knee-shot into her stomach. She curled up in reflex but he didn't even give her a chance to wince, as his other hand went for her neck and gave it a near-crushing squeeze. The chains on her hands loosened and she felt as he dragged her away, not loosening his grip at all.

The place where he took her was the kennel. A makeshift one, yet orcish riding wolves were trained thoroughly. Those beasts, as savage as they were, knew not to attack their handler and rider. Obeyed many commands and signs. There was always the matter of dominance amongst them when they were herded together, but never to the point of serious injuries.

Gragg opened the gate to the wolf pit and walked right in. Wolves grunted and growled at him, but then none of them dared to try and snap at an orc. Wolves understood well enough that disobedience leads to becoming an orc loincloth, cape or fashionable hat. But... there was another creature that the orc brought to them. This one smelled good and was alive. Living prey was warm and juicy, so the wolves instantly got agitated and took deep interest into the worgen woman, or rather her appetizing and still warm body.

Gragg threw her into the center of the pit, raising a cloud of dust into the air. Wolves instantly began to circle her and snarl. This didn't look good at all for her. She foresaw that eventually they might decide to execute her, to deal a final blow to the morale of her brethren upon the Greymane Wall. But then, why would he throw her to be eaten by wolves at the back of the camp, where gilneans could hardly see it happen? Answers came with Gragg's words.

"Oh, don't look so surprised, paladin bitch. I gave you a chance to accept my generosity and to blow me like a good little socksucking slut. But you rejected it. I'm patient and I'll give you another go at some point. That is, IF there will be another time for you. Perhaps unlike your bitch-sisters you will handle your next ordeal a little better."

As Gragg finished talking, he left through the pit's gate and let out a sharp whistle at the wolves. As the whistle sign sounded, the wolves started to approach her, one by one with their fangs bared. There was no way of defending herself from those. Riding wolves were oversized beasts. Only as tame as they had to be, yet kept ferocious and aggressive at the same time. The reasons were many - once unleashed, those beasts could rush in on enemies all by themselves, sparing only the towering greenskins that fed them. Usually out of fear, rather than respect. The smallest amongst them were bigger than Esher and it was clear that it would be a big mistake to provoke them.

"Right now you look like a piece of somewhat-fresh meat to them. We've been feeding them with rancid caracesses of long-dead animals that were long-cold and smelled no better than a pile of kodo beast crap. No doubt they would love to sink their teeth into your plump, warm and juicy body, just like they did with some other worgen sluts that outlived their usefulness before you."

By those words of the orc, Esher felt the sudden urge to run for her life. Looking around the wolf pit, she saw tufts of ripped fur and remains of different animals. Crawling back over the opposite end of the pit as much as her weary arms and legs allowed her, making distance from the wolves. Suddenly her hand stumbled upon something soft. She had some idea what that could be and she truly did not want to confirm her fears about that. Yet when she brought the furry thing up to her eyes she knew, without a doubt, that it was a worgen ear. Not just some ear, but an ear from one of her sisters in-arms. It was chewed up and ragged, but the crushed and mangled silver earring was still sitting tight on its edge. Reminding her of poor Elisbeth, that she used to share her stories with just a couple weeks ago and how her earring shun in the light of campfire.

"Oh, found something? That a part of your friend? Guess that other slut was too weak or too proud to try and stop our wolves from tearing her to shreds. Or maybe she was just too dead? Not like it matters. Oh! One more thing, you filthy dog. A valuable piece of advice, that you clearly don't deserve. But know what? I'm feeling generous today. You see, there's only one thing that those foul beasts would go after, instead of food at this moment. I'll let you guess..."

Esher kept on crawling back and away from the wolves as each one of them approached her from different angles and either sniffed at her body intensely or actually started to taste her and examine the furry body of hers, perhaps to measure its edibility. Just as the orc said, those wolves have long not been fed anything warm, not to mention alive still. They approached her with distrust, aggressive nibbles on her fur and skin that only by sheer luck ended with some pulled hair rather than ripped skin. She had to do something now! Anything to show them that she's not food. Gragg watched as she tried to stand up, yet she could not hold her balance after so many hours spent in the stocks. She attempted to whine and yelp at them like a harmed wolf pup, to try and call out to their animal instincts and perhaps have them treat her like just another, small wolf. All in vain and she already saw how the wolves began salivating wildly after having licked and probed her body thoroughly nearly everywhere they could stuff their snouts into. After her forceful bath this morning, she didn't get a chance to grab any of her armor or clothes either. She didn't care anymore about covering herself. Clothes and armor didn't help her in the slightest since she's been captured and on the contrary, she felt somewhat relieved not to carry the weight of it as she stood bent over in the stocks. It was also an improvement over feeling the orc spunk, piss and other waste gathering between her well-fitted plate shells and her body.

"Trying to run? Playing a weak, poor little puppy? And what was that? Trying to display courage and dominance in front of the wolves? Now that's gonna make you loose a leg or a hand much faster, you dumb fuck! But hey, look at that one!"

Gragg's bellowing voice ringed in her ears as she followed his fat finger pointing towards one of the wolves in the front. The beast was sporting an erection. As expected from an unkempt feral, it didn't look good at all. Thick and grotesquely entwined with a multitude of purple-ish veins, the riding wolf cock was nowhere near as appealing and pleasant to the eyes as the dick of a well-groomed male worgen. Grime and dirt in the company of fetid sheath-musk. She could almost smell it from back there and the very sight of it made her wince in disgust.

"Seems like he sniffed up a chance to take a dip in a warm dog-cunt. Oh, you get the idea, don't you, slut? That's right. The only thing these boys want more than a hot and juicy meal is to blow a load into a female. Can't blame them. They don't get nearly as much pussy as we do when we raid some alliance town. So, how about you convince them that you're not food? It might take a lot of convincing and there's six of them there."

Esher was already surrounded. Each of the hungry, salivating maws could go for her skin at any moment, as they were just close enough to grab her. Circling around her and beginning to taste her body again with licks. Apparently on the very brink of giving in to the bloodthirst. Out of a sudden, one jumped on top of her and a giant wolf's paw pinned her chest down the dusty pitt, squeezing her breast painfully flat across her ribcage. The beast's bared teeth flashed right in front of her eyes and dribbles of wolf-spit dripped onto her cheek.

The smell of the wolf hit her nose hard. It was the stinky dog-breath, but it was not the worst. The worst part of the beast's smelly aura came from the back. She was pounced on by the one with a hard cock, no doubt. The putrid, chokingly bad stench proved it well enough and to make it worse, something warm and sticky was leaking onto the short fur of her thighs.

"Fuck it! Fuck it all! Fuck those shit-skinned Kor'kron and their sick sense of humor!" - she felt like screaming it out, when she did the only thing left for her to try and avoid having her face bitten off by the riding wolf.

Esher lifted her hand as carefully as she could, not to make sudden movements. Blindly tracing over the wolf's underbelly, until her paw spotted the stiff and hot mass of dirty cock-meat. The moment she touched it, she heard a warning bark from the wolf, splattering spit all over her face. Yet as she wrapped her fingers around it and started to stroke... she saw how the wolf's muzzle began to relax its aggressive wince.

It didn't take the paw off of her chest still, but the wolf seemingly did not mind having his cock stroked. Snorting in her face and beginning to whiff and sniffle all over her neck, the wolf was clearly calming down. "Good boy... good boy..." Esher repeated the thought in her head like a mantra, but as soon as her claw pinched into the wolf's cock, she saw the teeth bared anew.

"Easy... easy, boy..." She muttered, shaking in fear as the maw above her was open and ready to rip her throat out any moment. She closed her eyes and just steadily massaged that disgusting cock with just one hand. As she did, feeling how the wolf leaked onto her wrist, the wolf put its paw aside and she could finally take a deep breath again.

To her surprise, other wolves backed away for the time being, the very moment she was pinned before. Was this the alpha of the herd? Possibly. Alphas had the privileges of first bite out of the prey and the sole access to the females. Was this the case too? She could only wonder, as she cautiously sat up slightly, just to feel the wolf taking a step forward and getting a wet slap in the face with its shaft. It made her stop the stroking, yet the wolf didn't remain idle and a deafening bark hit Esher's ears, followed by a very persuasive growl of warning.

"I get it, you fuck..." She thought to herself and resumed the stroking. She felt how her hand-paw got soggy and all lathered in the mushy sweat and musk of the wolf, but there was no helping it. She could not give up. Not now, after taking so much disgrace and enduring so much pain. How hard could it be to give a handjob to a couple of animals, compared to the endless vaginal, oral and anal rape that she was subjected to until now? "Don't think of it" - she tried to neglect the thoughts of her hands now energetically massaging the wolf's length and the bulbous bit by its base that seemingly waited for a good moment to swell and form a canine knot.

"Just a little more, you dumb, putrid animal...Just jizz already and let's get this over with..." She sincerely hoped that the wolf would pop fast and just go sleep somewhere in the pit. Yet again, she could not have known the mating habits of the dire wolves herded by orcs. Thankfully, Gragg was more than happy to educate her, with a vile smirk never leaving his scar-ridden ugly mug.

"Having fun, bitch? What's the matter? Can't even satisfy a stupid animal? As expected of such worthless creatures. No wonder worgen men are all such little wimps, with their women so unskilled in sex. You think it will cum just from your dry and cold hands? Even dire wolf bitches know that a worthy cock needs a good and tight squeeze of a hot and wet hole. You heard me! Now better give him some head, if you don't want him to eat your cunt... quite literally so. I think that's where they started with your friend. She was still kicking and screaming when they got to the soft parts of her lady bits. I think they just like the prey to remain alive as long as possible. It adds to the thrill."

As he spoke, Esher began to panic and lose her composure. The very thought of being alive through the moment of her insides being eaten alive, starting with her pussy was mortifying. With no second guess she parted her lips and grabbed the wolf by the balls that hung low between its legs. One firmer pull later, her long canine muzzle was full of wolf cock. A puke-inducing, foul and most sickeningly disgusting schlong she ever had to taste and smell.

Esher felt her insides revolting and she threw up a little bit with that mouthful of filth inside her. Of course the wolf didn't need more of an invitation to start prodding and fucking the warm and somewhat slippery hole he's got his tool into. Hitting at the back of her throat and bashing its moist balls onto her chin when the whole of its length drove into Esher's maw.

Her eyes teared up and her pointy ears drooped down in utter degradation. Only orcs witnessed her humiliation now, but it didn't make it any better to be face-fucked by an animal. Not by her own will, but then without resisting it either, pretty much looking like she's accepting the cock penetrating her throat. The beast pounded and pounded, not getting any more gentle as it went on. It leaked a lot, enough to make her choke and cough from the gooey precum streaming down her gullet. But the wolf didn't cum. Why didn't that fucking beast cum already?

"You still don't get it, do you? That's so typical for alliance scum. Thinking of yourself so high and mighty, while thinking of those who look primal as blunt and senseless primitives."

Gragg spoke again from above the pitt, but his voice was somewhat more subtle than his usual bellowing shouts.

"Animals, even such feral fleabags do sense your intentions, you dumb rag. Why do you think they don't dare attack us? Because we approach them with confidence and strong conviction that if they dare attack, they will end up warming our balls as a piece of loincloth. It's not like they will even begin to fear such small fry like a worgen. But they sure will know when you really mean to become their fuck-sleeve. Come on. Show the doggie who's his good, faithful cock-polishing litter-carrier."

While Esher's thoughts were full of all the worst possible words to throw at the orc, he had a damn point. Even hunting hounds somehow knew when you extend a hand towards them to pet and groom or to strike and discipline them. Dire wolves were dogs too. Dirty, overgrown and definitely overly aggressive... yet still just dogs.

She closed her eyes shut and took a deep breath, then pushed her nose right into the messy wolf sheath. Her tongue slipped under the steaming and smelly pair of wolf balls, to lift and guide them into her mouth. She washed them with her tongue and began to suck, barely fitting them both into her muzzle. Then, she spat them out and placed a long and lustful lick across the whole length of that filthy meat, from base to its leaky tip. She looked up towards the wolf's head to check on its mood again, while trying to scoop wolf's scrotum-fur from her tongue.

It was calm. Or by the very least calmer than before. The beast stood there like a statue, not moving a muscle when it was being serviced. It didn't growl any more nor bare the teeth, not unless one of the other wolves approached Esher from the back. The sudden snap of jaws towards the other wolf made Esher jump and cower down in reflex. But the threat was not meant for her. Not this one at least.

As the other wolf backed away, the alpha moved again and walked over Esher as she sat down on the ground. Once again prodding it's now fully hard and somewhat cleaner fuck-tool into her cheek and wiping some of it's continuously leaking pre into her long, curly head hair. It stood like this, waiting for Esher's actions and while she didn't get back to pleasuring him right away, the wolf barked at her and humped a few times with its hindquarters right against her face.

"I get it, you stupid mutt... I get it, okay!"

Esher grunted under her nose and spat a ball of nut-hair out of her mouth, before kneeling up higher and leaning in underneath the wolf.

"You want an eager bitch, huh? Hope you will enjoy it, you soon-to-be doormat... I will gladly wipe my feet on your fur once alliance support arrives and liberates our lands."

After those words, the worgen girl wet her lips with a quick lick and started to blow the wolf to the best of her skill. All canine dicks had the same sweet-spots and anatomy. She knew really well where to knead, how to suck and most of all - how to tell that her partner is about to blow a hot load. This wolf was really close to that. Riding wolf started to rumble and breathe hard. She felt its heartbeat speeding up just by having the cock veins pulse against her tongue.

Esher swallowed it whole in rhythmical, deep plunges down her throat. Feeling how it spreads her gullet and almost getting used to the sensation now. Careful not to let the knot's curve slip past her grip. Having that lump of hard meat getting stuck in her jaws was the last thing she wanted to experience. She knew that additional squish to the knot will make the wolf cum harder and hopefully weaken it enough to forget about hunger for a while. Or so she thought, but life in orcish captivity had more surprises for this young worgen woman.

She was ready to finish him. She squeezed her lips as hard as she could without risking biting the wolf's cock with her fangs. Her hands held it by the knot and balls alike, squeezing them hard now, to speed up the process. Her hands were slippery. Too slippery to manage maintaining the grip over the knot.

Esher was on all fours, below the wolf with her muzzle and throat lined up to let her take him deeper with ease. In such a pose, she could not back away quick enough when the beast bucked in and packed it's whole length and all of the knot past her lips and lodged between her jaws. She felt the gag reflex kicking in, but it was too late, as the wolf knot was already swollen behind her fangs and kept growing really fast.

"Shit shit shit! Out! Pull out, you asshole-sniffing bastard!" - she panicked while swearing at the wolf inaudibly in her mind, but she already felt that by each attempt to pull her head back, her fangs began to press against the stiff knot-flesh. The sensation didn't appeal to the wolf that instead pushed further in. Perhaps it would even lash out at Esher for putting it's cock in the danger of being pierced by sharp worgen teeth, but then it was way too late for it to stop the incoming climax.

Esher felt the first gushes of thick tar-like thick dog cum splashing right into her throat and making her choke again. As the backlash of jizz flushed back into her mouth, it began to spread over her inner cheeks and tongue. Salty, hot and thick like armor polishing paste.

As much as Esher hated herself for that thought, the wolf cum being pumped into her mouth, squirt after squirt, it didn't taste as revolting as the things she had in her mouth since last few weeks.

She was forced to swallow orc sperm and piss. That was pretty much all of the warm stuff that made it past her lips since she's been captured. But this time, it felt different. Wolves were still filthy and feral, yet their cum had some similarity to worgen seed. At this very moment Esher recalled her last mating with a pretty boy from Gilneas. A clean, well behaved and oh so cute guy.

Esher swallowed the gushing cum of the wolf in big, relaxed gulps, even despite the load being so big that it seeped out of the corners of her stuffed jaw. She lost herself in this sensation. Flustered at her own lewdness and degraded alike whenever she recalled that she's being knotted in the muzzle by an unkempt riding wolf and sipping it's jizz like a slut. But it was so warm and fresh in a perverse, wicked sense. Giving her stomach that cozy sensation of fullness she usually had after eating a bowl of hot soup cooked over her home stove.

She could finally enjoy at least a bit of comfort, even under those circumstances. But her joy didn't last nearly as long. During the very moment her thoughts went back to that pretty gilnean noble and his tongue, that also treated her with oral worship in turn for her fellatio skills, something harshly dragged her back into the reality. It was also a tongue and it licked her exactly where the noble from her memories did, but this one was rough, huge and after two initial licks it rammed itself deeply into her passage. Long enough to flick over the entrance to her womb, it sent a jolt of pain across her body with this way too forceful and direct attack on her most intimate private areas.

She couldn't turn her head around to check on what was happening, as the dog knot still kept her mouth trapped against the wolf's prick. She held her ass low for a reason until now, but when the alpha stepped aside without warning, it pulled her along and dragged her over the ground at least a couple paces to the side. Now as she tried to regain balance on her knees, she saw the rest of the herd of riding wolves trailing around the alpha and spiraling closer to them. Each giant canine carrying a fully exposed and veiny cock between its legs. Each of them got riled up and waited their turn to drain the balls into the new bitch.

The sudden change of her position in the herd from a snack to a dedicated fuckmeat did put her at ease, but also didn't really feel all that better. Nor did she feel too happy about the way how the alpha wolf ceased to guard his bitch from other males and just allowed one of the other beasts to jump over Esher's back and bury its purple-ish wood hard rod into the depths of her sex.

"No... nono! No! Geww off! Geww ffe fuuuhk foww- Aiiighhh!"

Esher yelled at the top of her lungs into the living cock-gag in her muzzle, feeling how her knees pressed into the muddy ground of the pitt when the wolf pounced on her back and began to frantically breed her with all of it's stamina and roughness. That cock did not get the moisture from her mouth, nor did she get any warning beforehand, yet it did not go in completely dry.

"Stahhf... pfeeehe.. noo!"

She cried and begged in vain, when the wolf mercilessly pounded her pussy, making all kinds of sloppy sounds and spilling the pussy-juice that her body seemingly produced at some point. She never would have thought that the taste of cum from canine species would work on her body like this. Or maybe it was the memory of that gilnean noble and the way how she gently polished his manhood until a blissful long climax. Whatever it was, it made her cunt sloppy wet. Gragg also noticed it and did not hesitate to throw a nasty remark towards the worgen girl.

"Look at you, how drenched your slit is! My oh my! You should have told me how sucking feral dog cock works on worgen females. Maybe we would not have to make such a bloody mess out of your girl-scouts when fucking them dry over and over! A shame!"

Orc's words were demeaning, but she would not even notice them at this time, when the dire beast ravaged her cunt senselessly. Every muscle in her tunnel already felt sore and when she felt the wolf swelling down the knot, it had to end soon. Although it did not! The knot was almost fully grown, but the damn dog didn't shoot his load at all. Stupid animal, unaware of the fact did all it could to get off. Rammed the knot bulb into her and made Esher squeal in pain of her nethers getting forcefully spread and stretched.

"You dumb beast! How can I express good will if you fuck me so violently!" - she tried to think of a way to entice and display her readiness in any way possible. Realizing that only by being submissive and fitting into her forced role of a breeding bitch in heat, she can shorten the torture she's being subjected to.

It took a lot of composure and restraint to be able to focus in that state. She tried to relax herself as much as she could. Set her knees further astray at the first occasion given to her by the wolf on top of her back. Through all those forceful strikes of a ramming dog-cock she bent her back down in an arch, trying to push her cunt out and at the very least look more like a sexy offering towards the wolf's instincts. Luckily, it began to work.

Slower than she would like to, but it worked well. The wolf slowed the pace of his humping and when it finally blew its load into her abused pussy, Esher once again began to grunt and moan through the cock in her mouth. The beast knot-fucked her through the whole climax, putting her opening into a short but agonizing stretch. But there was a good side to it - namely the ruined orifice did not clench completely around that knot and at least this dirty animal didn't get stuck inside her.

She took a deep breath through her nose and felt her legs somewhat wobbly after the ordeal, trying to ignore the thought of her vagina being gaped open and spilling the remains of that last load on the ground beneath her. "Guess the worst part of this day is behind me now..." She thought to herself, trying to sit down with the wolf knot stubbornly still lodged between her teeth and not even budging.

The alpha wolf did nudge it's body a few times now and then, but Esher didn't read the signs it gave. Not until the wolf lifted it's leg up, trying to keep the balance on just three paws and twisting it's lower body in a very characteristic manner.

"What? No, I'm still stuck here! Stop, hold it a little longer! Please just a moment more and-..." the worgen paladin darted her eyes open when the hot stream of wolf piss began to pour into her maw and quickly flooded her mouth completely. She was not ready for it and after a first unintentional gulp of the stuff she tried to tighten her gullet not to let any more flush down her stomach, but as her cheeks started to bloat out with it, she felt how the pressure breaks her resistance.

The big burst of urine hit her throat and she could only barely manage to swallow it fast enough, before her lungs started to burn and demand some oxygen. It must have been some cruel joke of the gods or a fickle twist of fate, but as soon as she swallowed the last big sip of piss, the cock in her maw just slipped out free. "Now you come out, you dumb fuck..." She muttered cynically, while spitting and wiping her mouth dry with the top of her palm.

This was the slump of disgrace she already accepted and when the remaining wolves came up with their dripping, steamy hot fuck-rods swollen with eagerness, Esher said not a single more word. She just crawled up to the nearest one and grabbed it by the base of the cock, pulling it to the good angle from which she could press it into her face and stroke her face-fur with that smelly red rocket.

"You want a breeding bitch, right? Let's just have this behind us, you molting rugs."

Her thoughts were clear. She has faced dire situations before on the front lines and didn't give up even when outnumbered and outmatched by the enemy. This was no different, right? Just a trial. Nothing more of another hardship on her champion's path. A sacrifice to make, to save as many gilnean souls as she could, by the way also extending her life long enough to let the Alliance retaliate.

She sucked the offered cock and sucked him just as good as one would expect from a lover or an experienced courtesan. Esher disregarded the taste by now. She took sharp breaths to limit the adverse effects that awful stink had on her resolve. This one went fast. Just like the next. Hard, vigorous stroking, polishing of the knot and even very brief sucking on the hairy wolf ballsacks - those were all the tools she used to milk them dry as fast and effortless as possible.

Now there was only one wolf she didn't yet satisfy and persuade into treating her different from just a meal. This one was younger. It's body was just as much scarred and rugged as the others, but by the way it remained in the distance, she knew it was also the most wild and untamed. Perhaps a new addition to the herd, captured right before the war party took out for Gilneas.

Esher tried to crawl towards it, but received a clear warning in return. Fangs and fur on its neck were clear as day signs that it's necessary to be extremely careful. "Maybe... oh, screw it... just come you dumb dog. Do it already and stop barking at me."

The paladin turned around and slowly lowered her head above the ground, holding her ass up and tail raised. The shame in doing so was great, but she was this close to having the whole herd accept her and perhaps at least she could remain safe during her sleep. Her pussy would heal in time. She could just wash it thoroughly when it was all over in a couple days. She hoped to put it all behind and forget all of her torture and shameful things she was forced to do. But the wolf didn't accept the peace offering.

She knew she should not maintain eye contact with a wild beast. So she turned her head away and just waited for it to claim her. She bent over and braced for an uninvited intrusion in her already stretched hole. Just a few more moments of this and she would have won, by surviving another day.

How scared she got, when instead of a brutal penetration down her pussy, she felt the teeth of the wolf sinking into her ankle and dragging her over the ground like a fallen prey.

"Fuck! That hurt! No! Arrrghh!"

She yelped and whined as she felt the wolf's jaw not letting go and starting to shake and flail it's head with her leg held in it's maw. She had to do something fast. Really fast, before it tears some important blood vessel or simply rips her leg off!

Esher spread her legs and pried her cunt lips wide open with fingers of both her hands hooked over her labia.

"There! See? Look here! A warm pussy to claim! Take the bitch. Breed the warm, wet bi-aaah!"

The wolf seemingly didn't like the invitation and let go of her ankle, just to sink its teeth into her much softer, muscular inner thigh. She knew that she would be done for, if it starts to shake and jerk around again. Some punctured skin will heal eventually, but a severed thigh artery was a death sentence. There was also the pain - sharp, radiating pain of a big knot of nerve-endings over her inner thigh that was being crushed under the wolf's jaws.

She gave up the struggle. Out of ideas and stamina, she just hoped that the Gilnean guards would remember her struggle and not give up once the orcs lost their hostage and paything. All muscle relaxing, her body losing all the tension, to the point that she felt her slit starting to lazily leak. "Whatever... I smell like a troll's outhouse anyway..." She thought with a little smirk, realizing that if she tenses up just a bit more, she can at least spray some of it right into the wolf's maw.

She did just that. Pulled her leg aside and pushed on her crotch muscle. The stream of warm fem-piss sprinkled onto the wolf's muzzle and nose, making it back out and letting go of her thigh. Then, something changed in its behavior. It started to sniff and roam it's flared nostrils over the wet puddle beneath them. It flicked it's tongue into it and the next thing Esher felt was a wet tongue lapping at her cunt. She was not done relieving herself, but the wolf quite obviously enjoyed the sensation or whatever kind of carnal desire it fulfilled.

Esher noticed that and just laid down. She didn't dare interrupt the wolf, even though it's tongue felt like sandpaper over her pained cunt and clit. It finally showed the good signs. The last of the wolves also dropped it's cock out of sheath and it dangled just as hard as those of its kin had it before. No fangs, no warning signs. This was her chance!

She slowly rolled over, holding her leg up, not to block access to her snatch and got on all fours. She felt it getting more and more eager with the licking, pushing that thick tongue far inside her and already wiping the last traces of her little leak. Esher held her ass up and lifted her tail. She offered herself, unhappy about it, but once anew with hope to get out of it with all of her limbs in place.

"Good boy... go on... just do it. Let go of that load and treat me like a friend, kay? Good bitches are not food, right?"

Those honeyed words naturally could not be understood by the wolf, but her scent and pose was more than enough to relay the invitation. Paws landing over her shoulders and the slap of a hard cock that went up between her thighs, pressing onto her cunt from below and trying to find its way into the desired love tunnel.

"Fucking rut me already!"

She snapped at the wolf angrily and felt how he instantly filled her to the brim. Deep, hard and strong enough to push her body forward so her face landed on the group. Worst of all, it went in the wrong hole.

Esher would like to scream when a cock way bigger than that of an Orc packed itself into her unprepared tailhole. She clawed at the ground underneath and tried to crawl away or by the very least make the dire wolf put it into the hole that was already stretched and somewhat moist. But the wolf went into an overdrive of mating press.

She was already carrying its weight on her back, pinned down with her face in mud. There was no way for her to even reach back when that massive dick ravaged her ass mercilessly. Moaning in pain and terror, she could see Gragg still standing over the edge of the pitt and watching this bestial rape with utmost enjoyment.

"Oh yeah. Feeling a bit dry? Oh, there's so much blood too. I could of course step in and help it hit the jackpot, but unlike you, I would never disgrace myself by touching filthy dog dick with my bare hands. That smell sticks to your skin and remains to no end. Even worse if you get it in your hair... or fur. Once he's satisfied with you, I will call a healer-mage. We would not want to end the fun just because you bled to death out of your shitter."

Having said that, Gragg turned around and picked his war-ax off of the ground. He looked over his shoulder one last time, directing his eyes into the pitt and towards the wolf and the worgen girl, that apparently just had her anal ring ripped open by a cum-lathered riding wolf cock. He saw how she slumped to the ground with a blank stare in her eyes, seemingly passed out momentarily.

The last wolf did it's thing in her ass, leaving a huge load deep inside her. It lost interest and walked away, but as it stepped over her used up body, a generous spill of wolf jizz mixed in with the blood from her fractured sphincter splattered onto her head, sinking into her long hair and spread all over the side of her face.

"You handled this better than the other bitch. With some healing magic and time, you should be tight again and fuck-able still. I will take your ass back with me tomorrow. Until then, let's hope the doggies don't forget who's their new cock-sleeve. And hey... you can always ask for my cock instead. Maybe next time~"