A sad tale
((This is a short one, I'll have more soon. Was a sad one to write. ))
The dragon tossed Rhiandra uncerimoniously to the ground of her camp, her heavy leathery wings letting her silently drift to the bog's floor. Kauren shifted back to her bipedal form just in time for her blood elf friend to come stepping excitedly over, the light-skinned woman dressed in nothing but her birthday suit, a certain canine endowment hanging flaccid from her crotch. Tresa inspected the new acquisition, looking over the worgen in an inquisitive manner, wondering if she had any diseases or whatever the Alliance filth carried.
"Tresa! What do you think you're doing?! We're in the middle of a swamp and you're buck naked!" Kauren worriedly shouted to the blood elf, ushering the other two back to the tent she had set up. She tossed the elf a cloak with a scorn, Tresa quickly donning it to turn away her friend's wrath. Not a word more was spoken between the two at this moment, both of them too busy looking over their catch, fingers stroking across the naked body of the Gilnean woman. They checked her sensitivity, pinching and pulling her nipples, pleased that they managed to coax out a few moans from her. Next target was her groin... but wait, her tummy was nice and plump, a look exchanged between the two.
"She's pregnant, Kauren... we can't use her like this, and I'm not sure I feel right about letting her roam free like this." The elf's hand waved over the worgen, displaying the wretched state she was in... dirty, covered in cum, her mane uncut and her fur matted down with more than just spunk. As luck would have it - at least luck for the pair - Rhia gave a sudden yelp and she clutched her stomach as she howled out. Kauren quickly rolled the girl onto her back, ripping Tresa's cloak from her body and sliding it under the Gilnean's backside.
It was such a natural thing for a breeding bitch like that warrior, her body tensing and relaxing in great heaves as her babe pushed against the opening to her womb. Ear-shattering cries of pain wracked the campsite, that poor worgen's body not used to being stretched from the other way, and never by something as large as a pup. In a show of worry for the woman, that big tauren hand was offered and immediately clasped by the worgen who let out a loud howl as that bump began moving down her body, her legs spread wide open. Her feminine mound began to dilate as the dumbstruck elf was instructed by her friend to help pull the pup out.
The fuzzy head of the pup crowned as the blood elf knelt down between the worgen's legs, her hands outstretched to receive the precious new life. She seemed more than a little disgusted with the whole proceedings, reluctantly sliding her fingers inside of the worgen's cunt and easing the babe out, not a single sound coming from the soaking wet pup as Tresa slid it onto the cloak. A concerned glance to Kauren and a look back at the stillborn infant quickly explained the silence, the exhausted worgen slowly coming to a more sane state than she had been in weeks.
"Where is he?" the warrior weakly asked, her hands grabbing for her child. She had carried him for so long through all the perils and trials she experienced, and all she wanted was to finally hold him in her arms. After a long silence, no crying babe, no words exchanged between the two kneeling above her, Rhiandra sat up and looked at the stillborn between her legs. Tears welled up as she pulled him up to her bosom, gentle sobs causing her body to quiver as she vainly attempted to coax her pup back to life.
Kauren and Tresa retreated to the cots, that silence deafening and grim as Rhia sat there with her child, neither of the members of the horde feeling in the mood for anything. The elf covered herself, embarrassment creeping up on her after that scene, her friend saying a prayer to the Earthmother to guide the stillborn's soul to a better place. It was growing dark in the swamp, the druid closing the leather flap to the tent to give the trio some privacy, not sure how to comfort the worgen she had just captured and intended to hump. For now, they would get some sleep... hopefully the morning would lighten the mood.