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Preparing for the new Heirs

When unanswered lust meets a desire to breed

Grunts filled the entire room.

So was the permeating smell of Fel, of sex, and desire. Of lust. Of needs. Of cravings.

All those that were necessary to a Warlock in those current times, but not only. Not this time; it was not for a spell or any creation requested by the Warchief.

No… It was something personal.

Something almost desired as Gorgoth ran his hand along his chest, squeezing it while he pumped his cock again. The foreskin was peeled back, revealing the dark purple glans that glimmered in the green light. The glowing veins underneath the green skin were bloated, ripe with all the power he’d harvested and concentrated, right to his sizable testicles. To his testicles which were strung loosely in that scrotum covered with dark-brown hair and sweat.

His balls bounced with each stroke, with each huff from the Warlock as he even beckoned two tongues to give his nipples a lick and a bite before he closed his eyes.

“Here… It comes,” he grunted, his voice heavy with disdain as he… ejaculated.

Semen flew through the air, a wide and powerful load outstretched. It flew across, almost like ropes of fluid, before it landed where it belonged.

The color itself, white with hints of green, looked sickening to an unused eye. The steam that emanated from it, the aroma, confirmed it was freshly produced Orc semen.

A semen that was rich, dense, sticky… And whose aroma was unmistakable as he snapped his fingers and growled.

“Your meal is ready.”

The mouths onto his nipples suddenly left, giving up on the sweaty and erect nipples amidst the sea of fuzzy hair to eat from the communal steel bowl. A bowl onto which had been engraved one word: ‘Goats’.

Goats. Draeneis. They were a kind hailing from beyond the stars. They had brought ruin to Draenor before the Orcs had to leave for another world. For a world that had been trying to oust Gorgoth’s kind until they declared their desire to fight for a land that would be theirs.

A truth Gorgoth knew but never lived as he stood up and went for his robes, his steps heavy and his body hunched until he had the purple magesilk robe on his shoulder and his belt cinched enough to his Fel-riddled genitals.

Then… He gave his pets a cursory glance.

They had no names. Though one had ram horns and another spiky horns. Their faces were similar, with wide noses and soft cheeks. Moreover, they both had the same clear skin tone: celeste blue. Their auburn beards were matted due to their meal, though some were almost from the cumshots they might have received or Gorgoth marking them as his pets. And he watched, listening to the gluttonous gulps as they were… Starved.

Starved in a way, the Orc pitied them as he read the different missives he’d received this morning. A few commission requests for reagents, an order from the current Warchief about an enchantment that would be finished tomorrow. And then… A parchment, black like charcoal and evidently reeking of the Fel.

Something Gorgoth dreaded and desired as much.

A touch, and Gorgoth already knew whence it came. A shudder followed as the slurping sound came to an end behind him.

He turned, watching those two Draeneis with their white eyes, unadulterated yet, focused on him. They licked their lips covered with cum, watching him with expectation.

Even their tails were shaking, just like pets. They even tried to open their mouths and say something, but the marks on their throats glowed green.

“I did not give you permission to speak,” stated the Warlock, glancing at the parchment. Then back to the Draeneis. “And we will leave home for the day.”

The Draeneis glanced at one another, their expressions curious and thoughtful.

One expression that remained as Gorgoth ordered them around. He snapped his fingers to point at their leashes and collars until they attached one another. Then, Spike and Ram offered their own leashes for Gorgoth to take while he put his shoes on.

“Do not worry. I will feed you more when we return home,” said Gorgoth, earning two smiles from the mute Draeneis before he stepped outside and was welcomed by… Durotar’s scorching sun.

Even his pets hid their eyes for a moment, as they were accustomed to Gorgoth’s house, ever plunged in the dark. Then they could see the upper parts of Orgrimmar. The mesas had been populated, and though many rich magnates owned villas so far above… A few, like Gorgoth, had their smaller abodes, though they were almost placed on the outskirts.

Nevertheless, it bothered the Orc little as he waited for the communal carriage to come in front of the door before he paid the fare and joined the commuting workers.

His pets? They walked behind the slow carriage, eyed by the other passengers who glanced at the Warlock and glared at the naked pets.

“Filthy alliance,” huffed even an Elf, visibly dissatisfied.

Filthy.

That was the best way to describe the two Draeneis, as they were indeed covered in fluids, from the tops of their heads to their thighs. They reeked of Orc musk, and even their genitals, with their sheathed cocks and low-hanging nuts, were marked as much.

Worse, as the carriage descended from the upper plateaus down to the ravines, the more crowded the carriage became. Soon, Gorgoth’s pets were surrounded by other pets from other passengers. Then, by the passers-by. Orcs, Taurens, Trolls, and even Goblins loomed around and took their chances to get a feel for the two unaltered Draeneis.

Two Draeneis in perfect shape, non-pregnant, non-claimed by the Taurens, and fit? They were prizes. And yet, a source of sneering remarks.

“How much for the two whores?” “Can I impregnate their cunts?” “Lucky bastard.”

The remarks continued as Gorgoth feigned to ignore them while the carriage dragged them closer to Grommash Hold and the town center. The crowd continued to press on, and soon, the carriage’s slow allure turned into a snail-like pace that got on the Warlock’s nerves as he stomped with his right foot.

“What’s happening?” he growled, glaring daggers at the drivers.

“I don’t know. Something about public breeding. They caught another war criminal,” replied the Tauren, looking over his shoulder. “We won’t be able to move.”

“Fine. Let’s continue on foot,” grumbled Gorgoth, stretching and descending from the carriage, helped by the Draeneis.

Then… The rest of the walk was painful. Gorgoth, hunched and frail, had to use his two pets to cut through the crowd. But in return, he had to see all those dirty peasants, those idiots, trying to feel his pets.

Some hands even dared between the buttcheeks, trying to get a touch of those swollen donutholes. But a flicked spark chased the needy hands away, leaving the Warlock chuckling.

It took them a while, but as they circumvented Grommash Hold, the crowd thinned quickly, and Gorgoth was able to be back on the front while leading the way to the Cleft of Shadows.

The downward slope led to the caverns located under Orgrimmar, a labyrinth used by all sorts of criminals. But Gorgoth focused on the path ahead, following the hints of fel magic while flicking more sparks at any Warlock or mage approaching his pets before they entered the depths. By then, no one followed them. And a voice welcomed them.

“Took you long enough.”

If Gorgoth had pointy ears like the elves, they would have dropped.

Instead, it was his shoulders. He entered the cavern that looked like a copy of his own laboratory, hidden from any prying eyes, warded against any scrying spells.

“There was traffic on the way. What was so important that you wanted to see me?”

“Did you even read through the lines?”

“Father. What do you want?” asked Gorgoth, taking a deep breath and bracing himself.

He snapped to his Pets, ordering them to open their collars and hand them to him.

In the meantime, he heard the huffs and the slow progress of the older Orc approaching. Hunched back with osseous spines protruding from it, a bald head, red eyes, a snarl in all circumstances, and a long gray beard.

Gul’dan looked the same, even after it had been years since he hid in Orgrimmar’s depths while avoiding the Warchief’s vigilant gaze.

With his staff, Gul’dan pointed at the two pets staying by Gorgoth’s sides.

“You brought them? I told you to keep them at your place,” growled Gul’dan while waving his staff. With that, the markings on their throats disappeared, leaving the two gasping and looking at one another.

“Thank you,” even muttered Spike, before Gorgoth glared to silence the pet.

Then, the younger Orc approached his Father, his chin up and shoulders raised, trying not to appear weak… Or needy.

“What is it this time? If you are asking me to smuggle more demon-stone. No more favo-”

Gul’dan glared back, his brows low before he turned away, waving a hand at one ritual circle.

“I want your opinion on this ritual circle.”

“Is this dangerous to the Horde?” asked Gorgoth, still approaching.

“Not at all,” huffed Gul’dan, tapping the runes with his staff. “They bested the Legion. There is little I can do. But I want to contact old friends.”

“If you say so.”

Gorgoth even shrugged, used to Gul’dan’s methods.

After all, Gul’dan raised him and was the one to push Gorgoth to take that odd portal to that odd Azeroth. One where Gul’dan was a pariah, and Gorgoth merely tolerated.

“That’s good enough. You might lose mana while channeling through the Nether, but-”

“Why haven’t you impregnated your Goats? When I fucked your mother, she looked like them. But red and more eager,” huffed Gul’dan, glaring at the pets, idle and sitting on a mat.

“I don’t plan to breed them. I want to study them before I let you- ”

“Study them? There is little to do. They are inferior to the true Demons. You should use them or sell them. Or breed them.”

Gorgoth rolled his eyes, turning to his pets and snapping his fingers.

“Come now,” he ordered, with the two going on their hooves and approaching.

“Yes, Master,” they said in chorus, their voices having that nasal accent.

“What are you doing, bringing those sluts closer to me? Their stench is… Heavy,” grumbled the old Warlock, waving his hand.

“I want your opinion about them… Because you keep nagging me about the perfection of a ‘Goat’ cunt. Yet, you hate when I bring them. Are they not suitable for you?”

“Because they are unmarked,” replied Gul’dan, turning his red eyes to the two. “You… Show me your cunts.”

The Draeneis glanced at Gorgoth, awaiting something. And he rolled his eyes, nodding.

“Do as he says.”

They did; they turned and bent forward, hands on their posteriors, while they lifted their tails. Underneath, their asshole looked rather in good shape: swollen with a darker blue, they were regularly used, and the Orcish scent emanating from the entrance showed they were fucked with regularity. No, prepared for something.

“So? Do you see any problem with my pets?” asked Gorgoth, his eyes avoiding his Father’s.

Meanwhile, Gul’dan approached Spike, licked his finger, and planted it into the Draenei’s asshole.

He moaned and huffed, more so as Gul’dan inserted a second finger. Then a third. But there were only moans and groans while the older Warlock was stretching the orifice and pulling it in different directions. But the older Orc’s dissatisfaction was obvious with the way he clicked his tongue or poked at the taint.

“Yes. They are ripe and wasted on you, Gorgoth,” replied Gul’dan, hooking Spike’s asshole with his index finger. “That cunt is primed for breeding. You won’t use it. That’s a shame.”

“And so what? I have… Different plans than breeding them, Father.”

“Yet, they reek of need. And light. You have not purged them… And I can see they dislike you because you won’t give them what they need,” huffed Gul’dan, yanking his fingers out and wiping them on the fuzzy posterior. “But I can fix that for you.”

“They are not ready. I need to finish studying and preparing them.”

“Even for one of my unknown formulas? The one about soulstones?”

Gorgoth’s mouth curled. He squinted at his Father who went with Ram’s asshole, fingering and stretching it with the same grunts and huffs he had before. But the old Orc’s grin showed he wanted to claim those cunts so bad.

Then, Gorgoth spoke: “Fine. But you’re forcing my hand.”

“Add that they are free to speak their minds without any punishment. I would be fair to your precious pets. Hmm?”

Gorgoth huffed, trying not to bite his lips.

In the end, Gorgoth sat on a chair, crossing his legs while he watched the two pets being guided to an alcove in the cavern, where Gul’dan had his fur-covered bed. Quite musky.

But nothing seemed to bother the two Pets as they looked at the elderly Orc open his robes. The belt once off, the clothes dropped, revealing Gul’dan’s body, the skin with graying spots… And yet, a torso that looked rather muscular and well-shaped despite Gul’dan’s age.

The Fel had powerful properties, and in the case of Gul’dan, it ran in wide veins underneath his hairy skin… Right to his groin.

Groin the Orc pointed until Spike had his fingers on that greasy, uncut shaft, big enough to compare to Gul’dan’s wrist. And more… As his gray-fuzzy testicles were soon explored by the Draeneis’s soft hand, touching those large boulders while Gorgoth looked away.

“Don’t be sour, Son. It’s for the better. I get rid of their stench. And you get home with two brothers and a new spell.”

“That’s not… Ugh,” replied Gorgoth, before he rolled his eyes and looked up. “Just do it.”

“That’s not how it works. With Goat sluts, you must be meticulous.”

Followed then the slick sound of the Draeneis’ buttholes being fingered and the rims sucking on the fingers. They were Gorgoth’s pets, and they had been trained to take anything inside them. Now? They were all moaning and chuckling while Gul’dan fingered their holes. And traced something on their taint: with a sole finger.

“Come on. Whores… What do you prefer? To bear an Orc’s child or not?”

The Draeneis didn’t answer, but they looked at one another… And moaned as their taints began to glow with a fiery green. When Gul’dan was done with them, the symbol of the Horde was etched right between their assholes and their oversized nuts.

“We-“

“We know you like it. Your cunts crave for dicks… And when we impregnate you, it’s the best feelings you’ve got.”

“But we-“

Gorgoth raised an eyebrow. It was the first time his pets were arguing.

He could have been angry at them… if he didn’t watch their cocks, equine, slip out of their sheath and drip that watery precum on the ground floor. They wanted it, too.

“You? Come on. I can smell the stench of holiness in you. You were servants of the light… But the light abandoned you… Is the light here with us?”

A gulp, right from Spike.

“No,” said Spike, only to receive an elbow jab.

“Brother!”

“Now, now. Whores. It doesn’t hurt to accept the truth… And the reality,” said Gul’dan, grinning towards Gorgoth as he planted his fingers inside their rim… And the markings on their taints spread like vines under the skin.

Roots of green Fel crept onto their rims, wrapping around them like a collar or a target. The same markings grew inside their tights, over their fuzzy testicles… And right on the front, though Gorgoth couldn’t see.

But what he could see were the Pets moaning, closing their eyes, and approaching their faces to Gul’dan… Right to have Spike kiss Gorgoth’s Father first. Followed by Ram.

The tongues lashed and coiled. Deep moans were uttered, and whispers offered while Gul’dan’s own cock was slowly rising to full mast.

In that regard, the two were very similar, with green shafts, purple tips, and glowing veins. But Gul’dan was bigger, and soon, the moaning Draeneis had their hands on it.

“Come on, Whores. Tell me who is the biggest? And who you wanna ride?”

Gorgoth crossed his arms and lowered his head, his face going darker as blood rushed to his cheeks. Similar to the blood going to his groin as he watched the Draeneis whisper.

“Louder. You know I prefer it loud, whores!”

“You. Gul’dan!” moaned Spike while Ram tried to keep his lips closed.

“And you don’t think the same, Bitch?” asked Gul’dan, his eyes turned to Ram.

“I-“

“Too bad. Only your brother will get it!”

“WAIT!”

Alas, with a snap of a wrist, Ram was pushed and sent to the floor, stunned, while Spike had Gul’dan’s hands over his posterior, digging into those fat glutes while the old Warlock sat on the bed… And had the Spike on his lap.

“Brother!” shouted Ram. “Our promise! About our families and people!”

Gorgoth huffed. That was pathetic. A contradiction to the way Spike moaned while being on Gul’dan’s lap, his legs spread while Gul’dan’s mast was squeezed between those glutes.

A mast that was stroked, massaged, even rubbed by those meaty cheeks while Gul’dan chuckled and laughed, eyeing both Gorgoth and Ram.

“Go on. Shoo. Go sit with my cuck of a son.”

“Let me have it… Brother. I… I want to be bred. Finally. I’ve been waiting for this!” shouted the Draenei, biting his lips and having Gul’dan’s cocktip against his rim… Almost sucked by it. “It’s… It’s something I’ve been waiting for, but Master wouldn’t give it to us!”

“But… Our vows!”

“To the Nether with those vows! Breed me like a whore,” roared Spike, grabbing Gul’dan’s head to force him into a kiss while the old Orc pulled that blue ass and impaled it on his dick.

That cocktip slipped inside that fat rim with a concerto of squelching sounds. Lube, natural, spewed out on Gul’dan’s cock, nuts, and then the floor.

But at the same time, that Draenei was furiously making out with that old Orc, grabbing him, slurping, and sucking on that bastard’s tongue while that cock was slipping further inside, inch by inch.

Monstrous, veiny inches that were stretching that entrance, making it look utterly ruined… And yet, throbbing with each of Gul’dan’s heartbeat.

And the Warlock was far from being done as the tattoo glowed on the Draenei’s skin while he grabbed those buns to squeeze and massage them. He lifted them, dropped them… Even pinched them while Spike was throwing himself at the Warlock, kissing him and moaning… And whispering sweet nothings, Gorgoth couldn’t hear.

Not that he wasn’t ignored by the situation, as he crossed his legs and squeezed his thighs tight. Everything to control, to halt, or hide his erection that was starting to peek beneath the robes.

“Oh yes. Son… You should have bred those bitches earlier. She is… Ripe. But you can have your fun,” said Gul’dan, offering Gorgoth a toothy grin while he pulled on the buttcheeks to show that squelching hole as the last inch slipped inside.

As that fat rim was finally lowered and now kissing the base of Gul’dan’s cock while delivering a slew of precum and natural lubricant on the Orc’s fuzzy gray balls. On those sagging organs that were starting to get pulled higher while Gul’dan returned to a kiss.

To his pummeling, to fucking that bitch of a Draenei and making that fat ass bounce up and down on his thighs.

His fingers dug deeper, drawing red, clawing marks on his path while Spike was all moans and crying… And begging.

“Haha… M-My cunt feels so great now! I- I can feel it ready for your seed. For Orc seed!” cried Spike in a cheesy way, eliciting a groan from Gorgoth as he opened his legs and slowly pulled on his robe, peeling it away.

“Don’t be shy about your boner. Draeneis need this… They need their cunts to be claimed by an Orc, or they get all those troubling thoughts about their freedom. And their pride,” said Gul’dan, even giving a show as his cock slipped out for a moment.

The orifice gaped obscenely, no longer releasing any air. But it was the opportunity for Gul’dan to hook his index finger on it and pull it higher. Higher… Higher until Gorgoth had to silence a moan while watching that cunt having that vertical split. That rim… Was stretchier than he thought.

He'd trained those two pets, but they'd never shown themselves to be as stretchy as they were now. And Gorgoth bit his lips, watching as his Father inserted another finger and stretched that Draenei’s rim in many directions, showing how that donut was… Adequate for breeding.

“Don’t worry. I’ll just claim her and her sister so you’ll have two brothers, soon,” chuckled Gul’dan, turning his red eyes to Gorgoth… Before he went to Ram. “And I’m not forgetting you, bitch.”

Ram gulped… But as Gorgoth’s eyes drifted to Ram, he saw that Ram indeed had an erection, too. That usually floppy cock was now dripping all over the floor. It released a constant flow of precum on it, and that flared end was almost touching the ground while Ram remained on his knees… Dazed. And perhaps enthralled by the aroma, by the stench of strong Orc musk that emanated from that cock and that hole.

Hole that was again claimed, much to Spike’s audible delight.

The Draenei shouted and cried, craning his neck while Gul’dan bit into the soft skin, leaving a hickey after each embrace while his cock plunged into the depths… And began to slip out as Gul’dan was now… Humping. And pumping.

With his knees and thighs bouncing, he was making Spike’s posterior wobble and jolt, bouncing on those knees while that cock was slipping in and out at a rapid pace. At one so fast, Gul’dan’s precum was even frothing… And the steamy vapor emanating from that rim was devious and yet… Delightfully titillating to the nose.

Enough that Ram was approaching, crawling deeper until his nose was but a few inches from Gul’dan’s ballsack.

Gorgoth tried not to speak, keeping his mouth shut and his lips bitten. But his cock was getting restless and his balls ached. So much so that as he lifted the robe, he… Grabbed his cock. It was wet, drippy, musky… Steamy even. But Ram wouldn’t look at it as Gorgoth huffed and gave it his first stroke.

“I always knew you were a cuck, watching me fuck our slaves while you thought I wasn’t watching,” said Gul’dan, foulmouthed. Far more than he’d been in public.

“Don’t be… Cruel, Father. I’m… Trying to enjoy it.”

“You can enjoy me fucking that whore. And that balls-huffer, too.”

Gul’dan roared… But as his hips bounced and his cock throbbed and penetrated Spike’s ass, his balls were bouncing along. The sweat covering them dripped over Ram’s face, and soon, those heavy Fel-filled balls smacked against the Draenei’s face.

The bruises they would leave were unmistakable, but Ram was now moaning and groaning, his asshole clenching in front of Gorgoth. No, that wink was winking at the younger Warlock, inciting him to give in.

To stroke himself like no tomorrow, to bite his lips and enjoy watching such a stud fucking a whore.

It was a liberation for Gorgoth. His mind opened to that desire that had been pushed back for so long. He gasped for air, stunned. He blinked, his lips curling for less than a second as he peeled his foreskin back for a second… Before… Before he pushed against it, covering his precum-covered tip to let it simmer in that precum before he exposed it again.

And he moaned, huffed, pinching one of his nipples while his Father’s chuckles grew.

“That’s it, Cuck. Stroke it while I impregnate your pet.”

Oh, Gorgoth was stroking it. Faster and faster.

It was feeling weird and good all the same, watching that blue ass grow purple under the beating it was taking, under the clawing, under the smacks, under the hits. Meanwhile, Spike was constantly throwing himself at Gul’dan, eager for the old Orc’s tongue, to suck on it or the saliva under he was gargling.

He was even sucking on Gul’dan’s fingers, four of them, that were stuffed in his mouth for a second while his ass was getting stuffed and fucked.

And then… Gul’dan’s breathing hastened.

Spike himself had cum. Twice. But those moans and gasps were almost nothing compared to watching that stud of an old Orc, a Warlock empowered by the Fel, stuffing an asscunt.

He watched the flow of precum turn into a fountain, hitting Ram’s face and coating it. And Ram moaning while licking his lips, and… Begging.

“Please… Can I have a turn, too?”

“Later, whore. Once I stuffed that cunt,” growled Gul’dan, flashing his tusks as he delivered one potent smack on Spike’s wobbly posterior. One that made the Draenei throw his head back… And clench.

And grip that cock like a vice grip. Right, what Gul’dan desired as he grunted and… Ejaculated.

Spike cried and teared up, his voice breaking into a shrill cry while his face reddened. His lips curled… And his eyes rolled as cum was pumped inside him… And some was spraying out due to the pressure inside him.

“He’s… I can feel them! I can feel my impregnation!” cried Spike, his mouth forming an O as the older Warlock was loudly pumping cum with him, each cum shot eliciting a powerful throb from those organs and then… Another shot. Another spraying on Ram’s face as he licked that cum over his face.

And licked that shaft the moment it slipped out of that crattered hole to smack against the Draenei’s face, while unleashing a cascade of musky cum on that bearded face.

“Clean that cunt. And I might grace you with my greasy cock, too,” said Gul’dan, his cock throbbing against the Draenei’s face, while Ram had to watch his gargling, huffing, and moaning Brother trying to close his outstretched rim.

An effort useless, an effort that was cut when Ram’s face pressed against that rim to suck the nut out of it, to suck that sticky and fel-riddled nut-batter while Gul’dan grinned and winked at his son.

Son that was still stroking himself, squeezing on his cock… And biting his lips.

“Ready for a second round? Or you need more time to bust your nut, Gorgoth?” asked the Orc, laughing.

“Don’t… Act like you hate it, Father,” replied Gorgoth, swallowing his saliva.

“It’s fine. Either way, I’ll two strong sons… One that’s already in the oven,” roared Gul’dan.

With that roar, he smacked Spike’s plump posterior before grabbing the Draenei and throwing him on the bed.

Sure, Spike mumbled and cried… But dazed and stunned, he wouldn’t fight. Not as it was Ram’s turn to be beckoned and to impale himself on Gul’dan’s cock, though…

Though this time, Gul’dan and Ram were facing Gorgoth. So Gorgoth could see it, that cock throbbing from within. The ecstatic pleasure was written all over Ram’s face. And then, the tongue licked as Gul’dan’s cock was pumped within.

Ram’s cock, certainly the longest, was flopping around with that flare, spurting a clear fluid while the green tattoos continued to creep all over the length, burning and making the flesh produce steam.

Meanwhile? Gorgoth was still stroking and rubbing himself.

His breathing was ragged, and sweat dripped all over him as he furiously masturbated. His shaft was hard like steel, his cock drippy and on fire. But cumming seemed to elude him as he watched his Father’s cock pump inside that ass while Ram was again moaning.

No… Ram was smiling and even begging for more. He had prepared them for this moment. He’d lusted for this. But what had changed?

“Jealous?”

Gorgoth’s eyes darted to Gul’dan, watching his Father’s lascivious grin as his cock pumped in and out, the bulge appearing and disappearing under the Draenei’s thin abdominal muscles.

“Are you jealous of your bitches moaning my name?” asked Gul’dan, reaching for Ram’s chin, forcing the elated and stupid Draenei face Gorgoth.

“N-No.”

“Come now, pet. Tell Gorgoth what he should do.”

It took a few more taps on the face for Ram’s eyes to focus ahead and glance at Gorgoth. At his genitals, at the younger Orc that was still on his chair, pathetically rubbing himself.

And… It took more for the lips to open, for the saliva to be swallowed, and something else than a wheeze to come from the lips.

“He… He sh-…“

“Say it,” cooed Gul’dan, stroking Ram’s chin between the tentacles while his cock continued to pump within… While the thrusts made Ram’s equine cock slap his thighs while shooting cum, again.

“He should be taken by you! You… Should breed him! Breed him!”

“Here we go. You heard the bitch.”

The declaration, the cry, became almost a mantra as Gul’dan grabbed Ram’s thighs and pummelled them while forcing the Draenei to maintain his balance on his lonesome. An effort, a theatrical performance that culminated… With Ram’s tongue slipping out and saliva being spewed. With his tongue digging into his tongue… And then, for his cock to shoot again while his cunt clamped on Gul’dan’s cock, making the old Warlock groan and moan… before he pumped. Before he was stuffing Ram’s belly and making it go round and heavy.

Before the belly started to sag and press against the Draenei’s flapping erection with a slurping sound, Gul’dan grabbed the Draenei and lifted him.

Those arms, green and covered with white hair, lifted that wobbly and moaning Draenei without much trouble… And threw it on the other side of the bed, despite that cunt gaping and still dripping all over the furs.

Gorgoth watched, stunned by the sight. By the wide orifice again clamping on nothing, trying to stop the flow of cum. Saw the twitching legs with the hooves trembling. And the tail trembling while the two Draeneis were dazed by… By the fucking they’d taken, by the flow of cum that was still oozing from their gaping cunts after a while.

And then… Gorgoth saw his Father beckoning him.

“Come… Son.”

Gorgoth gulped but let go of his shaft. He straightened and stood up, his robes dropping onto his groin, bringing the tent back.

“Come closer. I have something else for you, since you trained my bitches so well,” said Gul’dan, flicking the air while a green spark flew… And hit Gorgoth’s robe, instantly to devour it. Gorgoth gasped, but in a single second, he was stripped. Naked. With his cock pointing forward as he was in front of his Father.

Father who poked at that shaft, poked at the uncovered glans… And then the underside.

“… A… reward?”

“The best,” said Gul’dan. “The one you want to see happen. I know how lustful you are for me.”

Gorgoth’s eyes widened. And he gasped when his Father’s touch went behind his testicles and something… Burned inside his skin at his taint. He could feel it, the drums of power, of Fel, of magic that was creeping inside his taint, groin… Over his posterior, over his thighs… Up his groin as the pubes were burnt to leave behind a glowing green mark. Fel. A womb tattoo.

“Father, you-“

“It’s time to reward you, Son. You’ve trained my new wives well. But we need to finish my third one!”

As the curse spread, Gorgoth could feel his power and his strength being drained. No. Even his will, his desire to flee, wilted as Gul’dan’s presence became overpowering. As those old hands threw him onto the bed amidst the two ruined Draeneis.

He was forced on his back, his legs spread and lifted by hands that wouldn’t wait.

And when the whirlwind of movement stopped… Gul’dan was atop, saliva dripping over Gorgoth’s face while his cock pressed against Gorgoth’s asshole.

“You have such a dirty mind, Son. Preparing slaves so I would fuck them in front of you.”

“I didn’t-“

“No need to lie. My impotent warlock of a Son. I’ll have you produce a good heir,” grunted Gul’dan as his cock pressed against Gorgoth’s entrance.

Gorgoth wanted to cry.

His asshole burned; his entrance wasn’t trained. He hadn’t trained at all. He wasn’t like the Draeneis, made to be penetrated.

But his cries were muffled when his face met Gul’dan’s sweaty pits, when he was forced to huff the potent musk emanating from his Father’s body. To inhale and swallow the sweat coming onto his tongue as his asshole was stretched.

Stretched, abused, forced open by a cock that was much wider than his own.

And despite the pain or the fear, or the realization that he was taken by his own Father.

Gorgoth was feeling great.

His traits relaxed, his mouth opened and closed to lick his Father’s pits. His cock throbbed against his Father’s belly. And… He trembled as he felt something akin to an orgasm hit him. Small, powerless. But oh so enthralling as Gorgoth moaned, egged on by his Father’s stroking his smaller cock.

“That’s it… Take it in, Son… Grab those buttcheeks for me while I pump a real Son inside your cunt.”

Gorgoth didn’t answer; he moaned.

His voice died into the pit, only for Gul’dan to shift his posture and press his hairy pecs against Gorgoth, rubbing against that face while Gul’dan’s cock was now pumping inside him… And squeezing his prostate like he’d done many times to the Draeneis.

It felt hot, it felt warm, it was soothing.

Was it why the Draeneis were… So eager to get fucked in the ass?

Gorgoth’s eyes closed while he moaned loudly, his lungs burning from the masculine Orc musk he was to inhale.

His belly was aching. His hole was aching. His spread legs were aching. Even his nipples as mouths closed on them, digging and nibbling the flesh while Gorgoth was stuffed… Filled. Claimed by his Father like any Horde slave.

He smiled. He smiled stupidly, his eyes rolling in their sockets when he opened them while Ram and Spike were sucking on his nipples, stroking their cocks, or playing with his balls while his Father’s powerful body rocked the bed above him.

They chuckled, too, as Gul’dan seemed to mock Gorgoth or say something.

But the words eluded Gorgoth as he could feel the Fel creeping inside him, inside his asshole, deeper. It followed Gul’dan’s progress; it shifted his guts and his body like a tender touch amidst the burning fire.

And as that cock kept pumping precum inside, so came the delight of that fluid sloshing inside him. And then…

Then… Gul’dan’s breathing came fast. His chest smacked Gorgoth’s face, his belly smacked Gorgoth’s groin. The thighs met the sides… And Gorgoth could feel his own cock shooting again on fingers before he was forced to lick it… And find its taste good but… Subpar.

Compared to another semen that was collected from another spot, gaping and steamy.

Soon, he was loudly sucking on the fingers while cum was smeared on his face, on his beard, on his forehead, on his nose.

The stench of Orc musk, of his Father’s cum, was everywhere as above… he watched his Father grunt, growl… And cum.

Cum… And stuff him.

Gorgoth was happy.

His body was blissfully blessed by that semen inside. In that instant, every worry, fear, pain, and old wounds Gorgoth had been bearing were gone. Instead, he could feel the faint drum of life inside his belly.

He could sense something had been planted within him. A seed of power, of life, of potency… A joyful presence that would make him much happier. His hands went to his cum-stuffed belly, stroking the taut green skin and the womb tattoo on it.

The sneer, the remarks, the chuckles flew over his head as he continued to smile while the Draeneis licked his face… And then his gaped cunt. Up until he saw Gul’dan looming over him, holding something metallic in his hand.

“I’ll train you well, Son.”

Gorgoth blushed.

Not only could he feel the Draeneis pressed against him, but he also suddenly felt much more genuine and eager to have him around. But he could feel the eyes on him, the sneers, the chuckles… Or the grimaces as one could smell the stench of cum sticking to his face and body.

His belly was still round, as was his Pets'. Their assholes continued to burn, but the plug within them kept that cum from spewing out… And together, they walked the streets of Orgrimmar, with Gorgoth even feeling one hand reaching for his posterior.

With each type, the glowing green condoms attached to their hips smacked against their sides, tokens… Or gifts… Or merely their meals to take out later.

“Why… Do… You have to hug me so tightly,” mumbled Gorgoth, gulping as one Draenei was squeezing his ballsack tightly… So tight, it was starting to ache.

“Because Daddy Gul’dan needs us to train his future wife,” said Ram, licking and nibbling Gorgoth’s ear while flicking the Orc’s cockcage… Making Gorgoth wince, groan. And drip on the floor.

But it felt good.

Good to be teased by what would be slaves. To be lower than slaves in the streets of Orgrimmar, to feel them sneering and poking fun at him.

Everyone saw he’d been marked by a Warlock, his reputation was in ruins. He would never he able to find any contract anymore. But… His belly was stuffed with his Father’s spawn. Even his cocklet dripped at the idea of meeting his Father again, again, and again.

“Maybe… We should move to my Father’s place.”