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SCOURGE OF THE WORGEN

D arkness – endless darkness. Cold surged throughout his entire body. Fur stood on end, and a sharp pain went through his gut, before turning into a cool, calming numb feeling.

Then, he awoke, sprawled out on cold, smooth ornate black stone, as he slowly clamored to his feet. He took a deep breath, and looked around. He was in a dark, cavernous room, and he could barely see his hand in front of his face. A flicker of blue light came from him - a gentle blue flaming light coming from his eyes, letting him see the outline of razor-sharp claws.

He tried to remember if he was supposed to have claws, or not. He blinked nad shook his head - trying to make sense of what was happening - and that was when he heard the low growl emitting from his throat.

"H... Who am I..?" He grunted, his tone sharp and bestial - carrying some kind of unknown, almost-arcane tinge to it.

It didn't sound like him. But what did? The memory was hazy, unclear. All that he could remember was fire - and the smell of fresh-cut oak.

"You're awake, Vandellson." Boomed a loud voice. The voice carried the demand of subservience and the weight of authority - and he turned to see a tall, imposing figure clad in dark armor.

"I am the Lich King. You are my servant, my pawn, my weapon of war." The figure spoke with a tone of absolute authority, and Vandellson nodded in agreement, only half-understanding what was happening. Obedience came naturally to him.

The Lich King continued, "You are a death knight, Vandellson. The first worgen I have blessed with my power. You will serve me well in the coming war."

Vandellson felt a surge of unearned pride from his Lord's comments. The first Worgen? So that was what he was?

"I am... A worgen?" His voice, shaky - unsure of itself. The bestial, growling voice didn't sound like his. Nothing felt quite right.

"A Gilnean. They had secluded themselves away from my Scourge with a wall, spanning their entire little peninsula, believing it will save them. That - is where you come in, my servant."

"I don't quite follow, my Lord." Vandellson bowed his head in reverence, as the metal boots of the Lich-King came up to him.

"You will enter this pitiful kingdom - infiltrate it, and prepare it for my inevitable conquest. Do this, and you will be rewarded with eternal life and privileges beyond what you could enjoy amongst those pitiful mortals."

Vandellson nodded his head, his eyes flickering with blue fire.

"Yes, my lordship."

"Now go - report to Instructor Razuvious. I'm sure there is much for you to learn."

And with that, Vandellson was dismissed. He bowed once more before turning and making his way down the dark, dank hallways, his claws clicking against the stone.

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T he training room in the Ebon Hold was dimly illuminated by a green light. In it – dozens of recruits and acolytes trained, and Vandellson searched high and low for who this instructor could be – before finally running into him. “A worgen." The instructor looked down at Vandellson with a sneer. He was a massive human - easily about 8'6, clad in dark blue plate armor, whilst Vandellson was nearly two feet and a half shorter. The instructor leered over him, as Vandellson growled.

"Just teach me, already."

"Impatient, aren't you? First - you must learn how to kill and strike fear into the hearts of your enemies. Take those failed acolytes over there..." Instructor Razuvious pointed to a group of human cultists, unaware of being made a target. "Kill them."

Vandellson looked at the cultists - utterly unaware, busy maintaining the floors and scrubbing at the floors. Some small part of him told him not to kill them - that he had no reason to. But that small part was overruled by the instinct to kill, to prove himself - and so he stepped forward, baring his teeth and his claws, dragging them along the floor, causing a long, grinding noise. A human cultist looked back, glancing up to see the powerful Worgen death knight just standing over her - his breath sending a chill through the air as he snorted, and drool trickled down through his snout…

He hesitated. Did he really want to kill this person? He didn't really feel like he had ever killed anyone before. Or at least, didn't remember. Besides, what did they ever do to him?

Then, that wonderful scent of… _ Food _...

He couldn't help himself - a loud SNAP echoed throughout the training hall. Undead - and living glanced over, to see the Worgen having swallowed up the poor cultist, and with a loud, dominant _ GULP _ - sent her packing down his throat, into his belly, as he let out a grunt.

H-he hadn't really meant to do that. He looked down at the slight bulge in his belly, jiggling about. A whine of confusion, as he looked down in confusion. The poor girl he'd eaten struggled...

_ Grrrrgl… _

"H-help! L-let me out!" The poor cultist shouted, as Vandellson's confusion soon turned to a low, satisfied growl from her movements, all the wiggling and desperate banging in his belly acting like a belly rub, as he growled softly - and Instructor Razuvious walked over. His first victim – his first snack.

“T-this isn't how I wanted this to end! I-I wanted to be undead, forever!" She cried out, the nameless, faceless cultist begging for mercy from her undead superior – Vandellson, who picked his teeth.

“Isn't being part of me better?" He responded, cruelly, silencing the cultist, who realized what her fate and destiny was in that moment.

That was a little harsher than I intended… But I suppose that got the point across… He thought – only to be countered by another part of his brain, from someplace foreign, and powerful – domineering.

She should be thanking us for even bothering to notice her. She's helping fuel the Scourge's path to glory, after all. Even if it's through becoming mush. I just wish we fucked her before we ate her.

Vandellson's thoughts came to an end, as the Instructor approached him, a curious, but sly smile on his face.

"That's a first. I don't think I've ever had a novice decide to eat a cultist... Alive, that is."

Vandellson's stomach growled hungrily from the girl's movements and he picked up another human cultist - casually pushing him into his mouth, drool from his snout smothering the cultist's robes, as the Worgen took his time – savoring the cultist with his tongue.

“W-wait! W-what are you doin-" Cried the poor cultist, as a hungry worgen tongue savored and licked all over him – teeth pressing against his robes, as Vandellson finally stopped playing...

Gulp!

Traveling down the Worgen's throat as a bulge, the poor human male cultist finding himself trapped in his furry black belly… Expanding slightly, a bulge made from the two humans now finding themselves residents of his insides.

Curious, Vandellson's claws drifted down to his stomach, rubbing it gently - his stomach's growling becoming louder and louder, as the cursing from within became fiercer, and his tail wagged...

He couldn't help it, but bring both of his hands to rub and grope his belly - the digestion of both the cultists becoming rapid as he squeezed. Their cries fading out as his belly rapidly softened, and turned them to mush, as his tongue lolled out…

+200 XP!

Souls: 2/8

In his bliss, Vandellson didn't even notice the purple, floating text in front of him. No one seemed to – all he knew, was bliss in that moment.

He collapsed on the floor, his robes revealing an awful lot of his muscular form - the great, fearsome Worgen looked more like an oversized puppy, and Instructor Razuvious frowned at his student's primal instincts. There was a lot of teaching ahead for him.

Meanwhile, a few female cultists saw the hint of an erection clear in the Worgen's robes - just from the simple pleasure of eating two unfortunate cultists, and giggled amongst each other. Vandellson laid there, patting his stomach, feeling the skeletons inside jostling around… And something more, floating around, but he couldn't quite put his claw on it...

_ BWUR RR P! _

He burped up the bones - clattering them to the ground on the floor, adding a whole new mess for the cultists to clean up, as he rubbed some saliva away from his snout, and waited for more orders from Instructor Razuvious, who grunted.

“That wasn't too bad. Now – as a death knight, you should be able to bring them back from the dead. Try it. Focus your power." Instructor Razuvious instructed. Vandellson focused – honing in on the two skeletons on the ground he had just burped up…

A dark, sinister power came from him, as the skeletons seemingly regained life, assembling together from the mess of discarded bones through raw, dark mana power, both of them standing alert…

Immediately, walking over to Vandellson, and rubbing his fluffy belly – the same belly that had caused their demise, only moments prior, as his tail went wild – and that sharp, predatory side of him cackled evilly.

How fitting. Devoured – digested, and turned into servants for us… Now, if only they were still here to know how ironic it was… His mind thought, but a more… Sensible side spoke up.

I like the belly rubs. Can we keep them?

Vandellson was in agreement. These skeleton servants were fantastic – even if to Instructor Razuvious, it was unimpressive, and standard.

“I-is there anything else to learn?" He asked, as the instructor shook his head.

“No. I always believed in learning through fire… But I suppose you can learn more on the ground, away from the Ebon Hold. We're sacking a settlement below us - belonging to the Scarlet Crusade. It would make for good practice for you, acolyte."

“Below us?"

“Yes. The Ebon Hold is a floating stronghold of the Lich King… Did you not know this..?"

Vandellson gazed downward, scratching the fur on the back of his neck. That erection that had been with him for a minute faded, out of his mind, as he realized what was being said.

“No. But – I am ready to join the fight. Point me at our liege's enemies! I have foes to lay…" He said, then shook his head. “...To slay." He corrected.

Close one. I still wanna fuck one of those acolytes.

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V andellson found himself teleported to the ground - to an encampment known as Death's Hold, held by the Scourge. Surrounding him, was death knight initiates and undead, preparing for their assault on the idyllic village on a few miles away. Tents – made out of the bones of larger creatures and monsters littered the camp, and unfortunately, his two skeletal minions were desummoned. It was a shame – really.

While he tried to get his bearings, some of the death knights turned to look at him – especially the initiates, thinking he was some overgrown, Scourge warbeast. One of whom – a Blood Elf, came up to mock him.

“Oh, what's this? Another mindless beast brought to be slaughtered?" He said – only for Vandellson to growl.

That elf is a perfect fit for our cock. Why is he still talking? Shove him on it. NOW. His primal, predatory side screamed.

Hold on – he looks stronger than the rest of the whelps. We should hold off. For now. His saner part suggested – prevailing narrowly.

“Watch your tongue, cur. Or I'll pull it out, for you." He stopped himself from adding the part where he'd stuff that mouth full of a fat, wolf cock, until he apologized for his transgressions – then ate him, and brought him back as a skeletal slave. His stomach even gave a low growl – agreeing with him.

But – preventing tragedy, one of the senior death-knights noticed this scene, walking over. A large, burly Tauren, who glared down at them. A female – judging from the large bust in her dark plate armor.

“Infighting already? If both of you have a problem – duel and settle it." She spat – the broad-shouldered Tauren stood well above Vandellson and the Blood Elf initiate. The Blood Elf seemingly grinned.

“Oh – I'm sure this mongrel would enjoy suffering from my wrath. He doesn't seem to know who I am." The Blood Elf initiate grinned

“A fool?" Vandellson questioned.

"I am Darkreaver Mor'dred. Perhaps you haven't heard of me - no matter. I was the one who slew four paladins in single combat, with my trusty runesaber." Mor'dred looked away, uninterested in the Worgen all of a sudden.

Vandellson's eyes flared. He could feel the anger stirring, the urge to lash out at the Blood Elf increasing. But he held back, baring his teeth instead.

"I don't recall asking." He snarled, as the Death Knight's face softened.

"Alright, alright. I understand. You're just a creature, after all. Come – we have business to attend to." Mor'dred motioned to his group of Initiates - leaving behind the Tauren and Vandellson, who looked over his shoulder, up at the intimidating sight.

This Tauren was massive, standing at around 8'5 feet, in signature black plate armor that Death Knights often wore. A longsword was sheathed on her back, and a shield was strapped to her arm. She looked like a bull who could crush skulls with her bare hands.

She casted a judging look over at Vandellson, cracking a faint smile.

"You look somewhat useful. Unlike the rest of these whelps. I have a task that needs doing."

"What is it..?" Vandellson asked, as she pointed over the hill - towards a mountain only a mile or so away.

"A mine, operated by the Crimson Crusade. Human miners still remain, protected by a few paladins. I need an acolyte stupi- brave enough..." She corrected herself, "...To go and slaughter them all."

"Well then - you found the right Worgen for that" Vandellson boldly said, puffing out his furry black chest, as if proud of himself.

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Vandellson continued into the valley. Unarmed - and unarmored, save for his acolyte robes, towards the direction of the mine. It was obvious where it was - a palisade wall surrounding it, red banners fluttering in the breeze. He slightly regretted volunteering – but he had to prove himself to somebody, and learn something – right?

He could see the few paladins intermingled with some standard guards standing tall and proud, their swords drawn, armor gleaming in the sunset. The striking difference was really the size of their pauldrons – and Vandellson envied them. He had barely anything – but these paladins, they wore armor of what looked like gilded steel, incredible to watch, even from a distance…

The guards on the other hand, wore simple mail shirts, and a red tabard. An almost militia like quality to them...

He licked his jowls. While cultists were delicious and all that - they were scrawny, compared to the well-fed Paladins he watched silently from the treeline, ready to feast on. Though, he had to admit, it felt still a bit wrong to look at a human and think "snack", after all - hadn't he been one, once upon a time?

Who cares about that? Imagine how yummy and filling one is…

His eyes gazed over the mine – and he noticed, astride a horse, was a female paladin – a tall, Human woman, bound in plate armor and strutting around, order laborers and guards around. Red hair complimented her red tabard, and she had a beautiful complexion, as Vandellson's undead heart briefly pattered – and his cock peaked out from his robes.

Bend her over – breed her, and force her to carry a liter… His predatory side lustfully conspired, but some more rational part of his brain – with a refined edge, kciked in.

Get her some flowers, and try to embrace that lovey-dovey, poetic side of yourself, you once had…

He shook his head. That thought was replaced with a protesting gwloooorp from his stomach, and what almost felt like pain - an emptiness, a longing to be filled. Drool trickled down from his black, lupine snout, and something overpowered his desire to swoon that beautiful paladin, as he basically looked at her like a delicious, yummy snack… But even that stopped for a second, as the hungry Worgen sniffed the air, his dark blue, fiery eyes scanning the surrounding area. Someone was near.

Out from the brushes, stepped out a gnome, carefully sneaking up behind the Death Knight Vandellson - two daggers in his hands. With luck - he'd sneak up right behind him, and…

A fuzzy paw grabbed the gnome by the collar, hefting him up, to eye-level with the Death Knight, clearly displeased with the rogue's attempts to assassinate him. An ominous, hungry growl coming from the annoyed Worgen, who began to open his mouth…

“N-no, w-wait!" The gnome shouted, but already, the Worgen's strong, slobbering tongue grabbed around his legs – his little boots falling off and down Vandellson's throat into an abyss that didn't seem to end, dozens of sharp canines slicked with drool beckoned the gnome to accept his fate.

“My my – what's this? A delicious little rogue, sneaking around? Luckily for you – I'm great with rogues. Digesting them, at least..." The worgen's stomach let out a growl, as he began lowering the gnome leisurely into his mouth. Caustic fumes from the last snack he had drifted over the gnome, threatening to knock him out as he caught a whiff of the dog's bad breath, as he was now chest deep, his head making eye contact with the blue, flaming eyes of the Worgen.

“I-I can pay y-" He said, before a loud CHOMP muffled him, and a loud GULP signaled his descent – a large bulge traveling down the throat of the worgen, headed right for his tummy, as his tail picked up, and he patted his fuzzy black muscular stomach.

“I thought rogues were supposed to be sneaky..." He mumbled to himself, picking his teeth as his gut was groaning and burbling, the poor rogue desperately trying to escape to little effect… Begging for help – for someone to save him.

“Sorry, but unless you UHRRP- have anymore delicious buddies hiding around here, I'd say it's all over for you… Just melt away already…" The worgen groaned, rubbing his gut. The gnome would be trapped there for a good while, as the worgen kept moving on, closer to the mine, forgetting about the woman briefly… But not entirely, judging from the erection, stiff in his robes...

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A hand of his explored and groped the fuzzy gut, the gentle sizzle of the gnome quieting down, as Vandellson couldn't help but tease the unfortunate midget.

“Still alive in there? You might get some roomates here in a minute~ Better make some room…"

A faint _ mlphm _ came from his belly, a faint, quiet sound of protest from the struggling gnome, but it was easily overshadowed by the other noises of the Worgen's body. Pitter patter of drool drenching his chest and the dirt crunching beneath him. His powerful muscles – even his digestive juices overshadowed whatever words of complaint came from the gnome.

“I'll take that as you getting ready…" Vandellson licked his maw, waiting in the bush for the guard to get closer – and a little bit closer…

The poor, unfortunate guard's patrol route taking him right in front of the Death Knight's path, as he leapt out, tackling the guard. Wolf slobber got all over him, as he was tackled down to the ground – a terrifying, massive beast holding him down, staining his tabard and uniform with drool and saliva…

Vandellson thought about where to start first. What part of the guard to savor and swallow up – but the faint wiggling in his belly, and gently grinding it against the guard's plate armor… He couldn't help but feel aroused, an erection of his fat, massive doggy dong coming into clear view of the unfortunate paladin, as the werewolf's robes parted…

A massive, half-a-foot, girthy bitchbreaker out of bright red flesh presented itself, as Vandellson groaned. He didn't really mean to get all horny – but the guard was just in the perfect place...

“S-sorry… Augh… I-I was gonna just eat you…" He snorted – hot air shooting out of his nostrils, right into the paladin's drool-covered face. “But, this just feels too good…" He grunted, bringing his fat, massive cock right up to the guard's face – two dangling fuzzy black orbs pushed right against the guard's face, with no consideration for how the guard felt in the slightest.

“Oh yeah~ Just get my musk all over you…" He groaned, humping the guard's face, then thrusting right into his mouth.

“W-what a slut… I barely had to break you in~" He groaned, humping the guard's mouth, Vandellson's stomach shaking back and forth, accelerating the digestion of the poor gnome trapped inside, screaming for help to no avail. That slight, tiny bulge quickly vanishing from all the shaken-around stomach acids…

Then – Vandellson took it to the next level, sliding his thick, precum covered rocket right into the guard's mouth, with a rough _ “Mmph-schlrrrp!" _ His mouth stretching to take the werewolf's fat cock in his lips, as he struggled, slimy, white precum filling his mouth as he struggled.

“Yeah, that's right. I own you~" The werewolf bellowed, as the paladin gagged, Vandellson groaning at the feeling of the paladin choking on his cock, a small trickle of drool seeping out of his mouth, the poor guard unable to do anything but take the worgen's monstrous cock and try not to choke.

Growling and wet PLAPing filled the sounds of the base, as a confused - and perhaps a little bit curious Paladin walked over, seeing the unfortunate scene - the guard on the ground getting his throat plundered, and the worgen, eagerly rutting his cock into his mouth, as he glanced up, a grin clear on his face.

“Oh – what are you doing, just drooling there? Get over here~" The worgen grunted, as the Paladin stumbled back in horror. The worgen raised an eyebrow – opening his drooling maw, not stopping during all of his thrusting, and pointed down his finely lubricated, velvet throat.

“Maybe you wanna go down here instead?~ I'd love to see how a Paladin of the Light tastes…" He said, licking his mouth….

UUURRRP!

A cloud of foul, caustic fumes came from him as the gnome's skull – and a few other bones landed down into the grass with a plud,. The Paladin, still in his armor, looked horrified as Vandellson stared at him.

+100 XP!

3/8 Souls!

“W-what manner of beast are you?!" The paladin asked, drawing his sword and preparing himself for combat as Vandellson continued his rutting, still slobbering and drooling all over the poor guard beneath him.

“A worgen." He replied dryly. A muffled “_ Mhmhp _!" Came from below him – as cum flowed out of the guard's mouth, backing up, as Vandellson finally orgasmed, and moaned – a soft, almost puppy-like tone. This was the Paladin's chance - he rushed the Worgen, intending to spill his guts…

But - he tripped on a branch, and tumbled forward. He was a poor excuse for a paladin, really only a novice, much like Vandellson. But, as he faceplanted into the soft dirt, and looked up - he felt the drool of the Worgen on his head.

"Very impressive."

"D-don't you touch me!" He screamed, as a paw grabbed his head, and he struggled.

"Or you'll what?" Vandellson asked, curious – still thrusting forward into the cumdumpster that was the guard.

“I-I'll...I'll-" the Paladin stuttered – Vandellson was far larger than he was, and even if he got up, the worgen would overpower him. His stutter was enough to cause the Worgen to stop humping - for whatever reason, an intimidating display that caused him to realized the Worgen was getting ready to eat him.

The guard – prone, and violated by the worgen, tried to get some breaths. He had nearly drowned in worgen spunk, the poor lad coated in hot, thick seed, sticky and oozing from his mouth – his face drenched. He couldn't quite see – the worgen had doused him with such an amount that he struggled to move - briefly crawling away.

"Not so fast~" The werewolf growled. Two snacks and he'd only just gotten started. A paw grabbed the guard, hauling him up – and then, he went into the maw of the worgen - his tongue savoring the taste of his own sticky seed complimented by the guard's deliciousness, and he was gobbled up in short order - descending down the long, furry throat of the worgen into his gut.

"T-that hit the spot..." Vandellson said, groaning softly - his cock getting hard again at the sensation of having such a heavy meal in his stomach, and he patted his gut, the jingle of armor from within, and caustic groans.

"Ah...now to finish you off, paladin~" Vandellson groaned, taking another step closer to the paladin who was trying to get up. He tried his very best - but it was all for nothing. The worgen merely just grabbed him - and like his life didn't matter - threw him straight into his open mouth.

And with that, a loud GULP!

The poor Paladin's struggles outside of the confines of the death knight's belly ended, as Vandellson struggled to swallow. The large, metal pauldrons of the paladin were just too much for the worgen to handle, and he struggled, almost choking - but managing to get it all down.

"I've never had to take someone in this much armor..." The Worgen muttered... Groping his belly, which was clearly bulging outward with some fat, no longer as muscular as he wanted. He struggled to walk - but he had to get into that mine, now that the guards were clear…

But he looked back – at the pile of gnome bones, and grinned. He had almost forgotten...

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D escending into the mine, the occassional _ GLORP _ and sloshing of his stomach was the only noise in the pitch-blackness, beyond the occassional pickaxe. Luckily - the worgen had innate nightvision. Vandellson took a deep whiff - but didn't smell anything but the dust and iron in the air, and the faint scent of human. The gnome skeleton walked beside him – doing very little, but awkwardly following at his own pace. Hopefully – he'd be of use later. Hopefully. He walked further down into the mine, as it opened up to an illuminated shaft…

Easily about seven or eight exhausted looking miners, chained up to the wall, caked in dirt and dust, were working at the ore. Vandellson found them amusing, seeing them struggling to dig the rocks out with their chains clinking and clanking.

His paw groped his belly. Protests from the paladin – and the exhausted, abused guard – it felt like they were moving about, like they were still alive in there, but there wasn't a chance they were getting out. He let out a whine of concern, patting his stomach. He needed them to digest faster – and frankly, he felt a little bad for just eating them like that.

He didn't really mean to get so carried away – eating them like that. Or raping the one guard. But sometimes – his more primal urges took over. And they felt good. Great, even. His stomach felt almost full, a slight pain from how much he'd eaten – his muscular abs struggling against the small potbelly beginning to form – the slight imprint of the paladin and guard's face hidden thanks to all the black fur.

His paws took another step closer to the miners – still blissfully unaware of his presence. His soft adi as he apose on his paws squeezing against rubble and debris beneath him, as he lurked closer. A miner briefly gazed over – seeing faint, blue eyes in the darkness staring back at him.

Cold sweat dripped down his body – adrenaline. He could barely make out through the torchlight the impressive figure of Vandellson. He looked down at his chain – he was helpless against the monster in the darkness.

Vandellson felt that primal urge coming back to him. Coming closer to the terrified miner, who didn't bother saying anything – he brought his paw up to his snout, motioning for him to be quiet, as he stepped closer to the chains holding them all in place…

And then – he laid down on the hard ground. Vandellson posing almost, watching these miners toil away – and he casually tugged on a chain.

“H-HEY!" Shouted one miner, flung backward with surprising force, into an open, drooling maw of a Worgen. The gluttonous beast let out a “Hrkk- GULP!", straining to swallow the miner whole – the pickaxe of his clattering to the ground as he descended down the gut of the Death Knight, and a _ CHOMP _ breaking through the brittle, rusted steel chain, as he slurped it down like a noodle.

“Yummy." The worgen groaned – pulling on all the chains. Pickaxes dropped to the ground, and bundles of terrified miners were sent to the ground, dragged closer to the relaxing Worgen, forced against his potbelly – or in the case of the first miner to notice him, right against his apple-sized nutsack.

“Hmh~ I'm feeling awfully peckish. Shame your leaders left you down here in the dark." He said, with a dominant growl. All those terrified miners gazed back, seeing the warbeast loose in the dark, being completely at his mercy.

Gwlorp…

“H-help!" Shouted the miner in his belly, having descended into a world of caustic wolf belly acid. Surrounding him was the mushy-remains of a guard, and the half-digested Paladin, his armor's former shine having taken a duller shine in the Worgen's stomach.

The miner was panicking now - he could feel the acid eating away at his skin, his clothes, his flesh. The smell of his own burning flesh was strong in the air, and he felt deathly afraid…

Meanwhile – all those poor miners were pulled up close and personal to Vandellson's stomach, forced to rub, and caress it's smoothening bulges. Acidic gwlorps rang out in the hallway, as he groaned softly – a stiff, hard erection poking out, that the miners tried to avoid…

“That's it… You all want to live, don't you? Keep up the good work~" He said, his stomach whirling louder with every grope, every rub – every hand caressing through his rough yet silky black fur. His erection got harder and harder – as his groans turned steadily into aroused moaning and whining, and over the period of minutes, he digested his lunch…

+200 XP

6/8 Souls!

DING!

YOU ARE NOW LEVEL TWO

A glow of brilliant, bright light surrounded Vandellson, as he thought he heard a voice in his head whisper “Level Up!" to him. Power coursed through his veins, as he struggled amid the bliss of a belly-rub and digestion.

"L-Level up..." He whimpered out, groaning as he took a poor miner - stuffing his mouth right on his cock, as the werewolf orgasmed from all the sensations racking his body, and he relaxed - the poor miner muffled protests drowned out by the soft, satisfied growling of Vandellison, and the creaking of his body…

His body slowly grew bigger - only an inch or so, but his muscles became more defined. That potbelly on him faded away - and Vandellison let out a loud, echoing UUUUURP - burping out bones, copper and silver coins, slightly-singed metal plate armor and mail, boots - and surprisingly enough, leather pants that seemed unsinged.

His belly was empty again - and while that would be a cause for alarm, Vandellison glanced downward, surprised by all the loot, as he saw the pants. In a haze of post-nut clarity, he pushed the miner off his cock, down to the ground, and his claws raked across the pants, as he gained insight into it, and a voice whispered into him…

"Pants of Haste, +40 Haste, +49 Armor, and +5 Strength."

The stats of the pants surprised him. There was little way they would fit on him - but he'd figure he would try anyways. Grabbing the pants, and pushing them past his paws and then his hindlegs – they somehow fit. The enchanted item managing to accommodate his Worgen particularities fairly well – at least, until he tried to slip his massive dick into it, and it was stretched thin. The fabric giving plenty of hints to what "bulge" was right behind it - even staining the fabric with his precum.

"T-that should help in not… Violating all these humans..." He muttered to himself, as he barely fastened them on, slowly getting up, and he gave a nervous, slightly more sane gaze over at the human snacks, his post-nut clarity managing to calm his primal urge to eat and fuck. But not entirely, as a grin settled across his face.

You already did fuck one of them a little bit. You can always stop after you get your way with a few more… That chain too – why not have some fun..?

"I could spare you all - but you've already seen too much... Let's go for a little walk..." He said, snapping their chains out of the ground - treating it like a leash, as he walked down the hallway, followed by the eight-or-so miners that worriedly looked at each other. He had to tug at their chains – leading them further down the mineshaft, as they tried to resist…

Gradually, he sighed. They weren't complying as much as they should be, and he growled back.

“If you don't keep up, I'm gonna rape – and eat, every single one of you. Do you want that?" He growled angrily. The truth was – he was planning that in the back of his head anyways...

“I'd rather die, than to do whatever y-" A miner protested – promptly getting pulled forward by the chain collar, and gulped up by the worgen. A meaty _ GULP _ sent the miner packing down to his gut, with the jingling of chains.

“Any other protests..?" He asked. No one dare say a thing – and he continued on, then suddenly felt a pressure in his gut.

FWWWWRP!

A gaseous, noxious fart ripped out from his muscular asscheeks – spilling into the tight confines of the shaft. Miners gagged from the scent, as he just looked back, confused.

“Come on you pansies. It's not that bad." He growled, and as if to illustrate his point, he ripped out another, smaller fart from his furry buttocks, the miners gagging as he dragged them along…

“Stop your complaining…!" As the gassy werewolf pulled a chain – perhaps a little too hard, and a poor miner ended up launched right into the rear, muscular end of the werewolf.

New Talent Unlocked…

Vandellson raised an eyebrow in confusion, looking back as he felt a POP in his sphincter, and a soft, groveling “Mmhmph!" In his backside. Some poor human – chain still attached, had gotten launched straight into his ass, and his sphincter didn't seem like it wanted to give him up. Another soft, rippling FWWRP rippled out of his ass – coughing coming from the poor, stuck miner subjugated from caustic werewolf farts.

“T-this wasn't really what I had planned. But whatever… You were all gonna be a meal anyways, sooner or later~" Vandellson said – his predatorial instincts kicking into overdrive as he squeezed his asscheeks together, and pulled the chains closer. The poor miner lodged in his sphincter wiggled, as he heard it…

Anal Vore Skill Increased to 15…

Anal Vore Skill Increased to 20…

Anal Vore Skill Increased to 25…

Each skill increase – the tight, constricting grip Vandellson's asshole had on the miner's chain tightened even further, as the werewolf's anal voracity grew, eventually surpassing the miner's shoulders, as Vandellison let out a sharp groan…

“G-get in there…" He said, a hand stroking himself where the growing bulge in his leather pants were. Precum – already having stained the pants, streamed down onto the stone floor, making a sticky, puddly mess. Vandellison's cock was a huge, muscular, thick shaft, heavy veins spread across it – each vein a purple muscle, crisscrossed with sticky white ropes. It's head was the size of an empty beer can, threatening to spill forward and split the seams of the pants apart.

Right as the poor miner sliped down to his legs - Vandellison pumped his hard dick, stuck in those tight pants, sticky seed leaking through the trousers, and completely messing it up, staining it permanently from the deluge of seed. There was no possible way a deep clean cycle could filter out the amount of werewolf cum pumped into those pants, sinking into the fabric, and into Vandellison's fur…

The sheer power of the erection caused his fly's seam to rip apart, completely exposing the werewolf's dong, and spilling out a new wave of powerful, scented werewolf musk, engulfing the cavern.

“Ghrr… I just got these..!" Vandellison growled, staring down at his ass – the only remnant of the miner being two feet wiggling in desperation…

The rest of the miners merely stared in shock and horror. Even the werewolf's backside was incredibly lethal – and it wasn't just because of the toxic fumes the werewolf seemed capable of creating…

+100 XP!

7/8 Souls!

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A few minutes later, a caustic FWWWRP echoed throughout the hall, and Vandellison felt a pressure in his backside. Alongside that fart – came tumbling out the skull of the miner, and a few other bones, trapped in the sweaty, musk-filled pants, stuck between his slightly-more padded out ass, and his pants, barely managing to escape… Tumbling down his pant leg, past his paw – and onto the floor…

Right where he was stepping. A big, powerful and soft paw stepping on the softened, slightly-digested skull...

CRUNCH!

He looked down – confused what he had stepped on, realizing it was a human skull now little more than dust, as he looked back.

“Looks like he didn't last very long. Who's next..?" He growled. “I better get some volunteers…"

The gnome skeleton – mostly useless so far, pushed a miner forward. The werewolf looked down at the sweating, nervous miner, as the worgen did a headcount. There were still four more delicious snacks to go – and he still wasn't out of this mine yet. Or sabotaged it enough yet.

“I might spare your life, if you can tell me what the best way to shut down this mine would be." Vandellson asked – having absolutely no intention of fulfilling a damned word that came out of his mouth.

“O-Oh! Well, erh… There's an ore processor, at the bottom. We're already headed that way, but we have to use specialized coal to get it to ru-" Before the miner could finish his statement – the Worgen chomped down, gulping and swallowing in a fluid, single motion.

“He talked too much." He excused, continuing down the hall, as he slurped up the metal chain, down into his maw…. Alongside the rest of the other metalchains, connecting the last few prisoners...

GWLORP!

GRRRRRWWL!

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V andallson's potbelly groaned – perfectly spherical, with the shapes of the last four struggling miners inside. Devouring them had been a challenge – but a very, very yummy one… The gnome skeleton even slowly rubbed and massaged his gut, helping the Worgen break down all those meals faster…

The Pants of Haste he was wearing – oddly enough, seemed to help his belly digest faster, though not by much. He assumed +40 Haste wasn't very much, but hey – it was better than nothing, right?

The problem was though – he felt bloated now. Eating nearly a dozen people total today in the last hour wasn't doing him any favors for his figure…

Either way - he was here, at the heart of the mine. He didn't really know what he was looking at - but he knew very well, he didn't want to end up in a workplace accident form. So he sent the gnome skeleton forward - with one simple command.

"Destroy!" He shouted. The gnome skeleton looked at the large, metal ore processor, and looked back. Then repeated it.

"DESTROY!" He shouted again - the gnome skeleton showing some measure of fear, even in it's undead, soulless existence, rushed forward - and started hitting random buttons.

Smoke came out of it. Then - a fire. Which tripled in size, a second later, consuming the poor gnome skeleton in the blaze, as Vandellson began running for it, his large, digestive stomach bouncing up and down, melting away his victims rapidly as he ran for his life…

Going through winding mineshafts, and up dangerous ladders - he finally reached the surface, and emerged into the bright sun, jumping to the ground, as a column of smoke and fire went past him, going into the sky, and he turned over - sighing. He escaped, with his life... Thank the...

Who did he thank? The Lich King? That sounded kind of obtuse. Maybe it was some weird, rolling-R letter name…

Then, peering down at him, was a human woman, a redhead clad in golden armor. An angry scowl clear on her face.

"What is the meaning of this?! Were you the one who destroyed this mine?!" She shouted - as Vandellson realized who it was…

Immediately, his cock went to full mast, poking through the ripped flyhole, as renewed werewolf musk overpowered the coal fire only a few feet away from him. Even the red-head smelled the air, looking down at his leather pants, and visibly cringed back, overwhelmed by the musk. Just long enough, for her guard to lower…

When she looked back – Vandellson had dug up some small dandelions beside him, and looked up – puppy eyes full of innocence. A soft whine came, as he held some flowers in his hand – which wilted, and crumbled to dust in his hands.

He winced – just maybe he could pull this back…

_ GWLOOORP! _

Well, that wasn't going to work.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURHP!

Vandellson let out a burp – a wave of bones, and meaty breath washing over the poor human redhead, tumbling across the ground as Vandellson let out a moan, feeling all the weight wash off his chest...

"T-that hit the spot..." He groaned, patting his stomach in satisfaction. The female paladin however, wasn't pleased.

"You evil monster - I will destroy you, in the name of the light..!" She said, reeling back, drawing her heavy, two-handed warhammer…

Vandellson was however, completely distracted - a soft whimper escaping his lips, as he couldn't control himself. His paw groping his enlarged, chubby tummy, and his other paw throttling his cock... Just enough - where he let out a groan, and a cumshot...

That sprayed all over the paladin's armor. Musk digging itself deep into her red tabard, as it was sullyed white. That glowing, yellow light surrounding her and her hamme flickered, in doubt.

She was disgusted - but that musk was too strong. The scent was clinging to her skin, making it difficult to move...

She couldn't help but sniff it, a little bit… The musk was enough for her to tremble – dropping the hammer, as she backed up, and Vandellson rose up..

Vandellson's stomach squirmed loudly - GWLORPS and GRRRLS filled the air – a combination of digesting the last bit of his meal, and a renewed hunger. The shocked, stunned paladin stumbled backward, unsure of what to do – but then, Vandellson pounced forward, pinning her to the ground, licking his lips, and began tearing off her armor.

He couldn't help himself. The fragile human woman beneath him panicked briefly – complaining and begging to be let go, but he just simply stuffed his cock down her lips, silencing her. A muffled whine escaping, as he moaned – thrusting roughly in her face, the paladin's struggles growing weaker, as Vandellson pushed deeper into her…

“T-that's the stuff… Aaah… I-I should have introduced myself…" He groaned, humping her face wildly. Heavy, apple-sized wolf testicles slammed into her face, as he face-fucked her, trying to hold back his hunger. The poor girl could hear the werewolf's stomach growl hungrily above her, a looming specter that struck fear into her.

“Aaauuoooogh!!! I-I'm Vandellson… Aaagch…" He groaned – pulling out briefly, dripping warm, wolf seed onto her plate armor as she tried to recover from being waterboarded and nearly drowned by wolfsplooge. She tried to channel the Light to empower her – to cleanse away the sin of what she was doing, but she was powerless in the face of the almighty Worgen dong, which she just looked at..

Greedily licking the tip of it, and looking up at a smug, relaxed Death Knight, clearly in his forte.

“Oh – already that eager, huh? How sweet~ Here – lemme help you with your armor~ Don't want the Light getting in the way of our fun~" Vandellson said, as the paladin just looked up in a mix of fear and arousal. She was, after all, a devout paladin of the light, and the werewolf tried to gently help her out of her armor.

RIP! CRUNCH!

His razor-sharp claws tore through the buckles and straps in her armor, causing most of it to clatter to the ground. He tried his best to not to cut her, or hurt her – but his primal, predatory mind couldn't help it – his claw hefted up her mail shirt, cutting through it like a knife through butter, as he undressed her, and pressed her against the ground, fully intent on breeding her right here – right now…

“N-no, p-please…" She begged, but it was too late. Gently – he bit into the side of the woman's shoulder, as he began to pound into her, more and more… A few guards rushing over, trying to pry the werewolf from breeding their superior...

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Vandellson woke up – in a dark, leather tent. His head was pounding, and he slowly hefted up, off a bedroll.

UUUURP!

Bones – about two skeletons worth flung out of his mouth, alongside the tent walls. He wiped off some drool, sighing. But then – he felt something stirring beside him, clinging close to his chest. Lifting the blankets up softly – there was a fluffy, dark red-furred Worgen hiding beneath the covers, clinging to his waist and chest, cuddling right up to his fat cock, and the obvious semen matted in her fur…

Her eyes blinked open, as she looked up. A blush forming, as she growled, nuzzling his thigh. She didn't say anything – but Vandellson racked his head. W-where the hell did she come from?

“Hi… Erh… Who are you?"

She looked up at him – and that look of cute admiration turned into a cute, harmless frown. She was far less intimidating than him, and he couldn't help but try to not smile. She noticed a bone from one of Vandallison's victims, which had landed next to her, and she instinctively tried to gnaw on it, basent-mindedly.

“Erisa…" Her voice growled. She seemed to have difficulty speaking – and she went back under the covers, inhaling more of that lovely wolf musk that kept her going. The blankets – everything in his tent smelled like her beloved, and she enjoyed every moment of it…

“Erisa… Were you the woman I…" He asked, a little bit of confusion coming over his clouded memory.

She yipped affirmatively – her tail going wild, as she happily realized that Vandallson knew her. He waited for any other response, but nothing came – just nuzzling, and her loving attention.

Then, the tent flap opened. A skeleton stood there – Erisa growled underneath the covers, as Vandellson shielded his eyes from the cloudy sun.

“Deathguard Kaasa requests your presence." It said, in an undead tone. Vandellson sighed – the fun time would have to wait. The armies of the Scourge came first, and he started getting out of bed, Erisa tugging at his forelegs.

“Noo!" She whined, clinging to him, as he got up. Sighing – he shaked her off, putting on the only apparel he really had – the Pants of Haste. It didn't really conceal too much – the leather pants barely fitting on him, and his junk fully revealed to the world, thanks to the broken fly – and the permanent musk that surrounded it. A special enchantment of the wolf's own special brew.

“I'll be back. Just don't… Go anywhere, alright?"

The newly-turned Worgen nodded, shyly looking down, and cuddling up against the bedroll, waiting for him to come back. She looked rather upset, and Vandallson walked with the skeleton.

“Deathguard Kaasa is displeased. She wants you to explain yourself, before her." He explained, as they walked through the camp, before finally coming to a large, lean-to tent, made out of an unknown leathery material. Bookcases were piled high – alongside skulls. The Tauren Deathknight(ess) stood there, with a Runesword dug into the earth, as she looked back.

“Vandallson." She asked, with a hint of seriousness, and irritation clear in her voice.

“Y-yes?" He responded. The massacre he preformed suddenly felt very much less impressive – alongside his other shenanigns, he genuinely thought he did a fairly good job overrunning the defenses.

“You completely destroyed the mine. Completely. It'll be months before it's usable for the Scourge. Not to mention – your little Paladin pet you took back. What's that all about?" She growled with menace.

“Well – I can explain… She's erh… Well…" He scratched the back of his head. It was really an accident, he just got really carried away. Really carried away. He didn't even know he could transform others. At least, until now.

An eyebrow raised from the Tauren, as she leaned over, imposing herself on Vandellson – her fine, busty bosom pressing against her plate armor as she leaned over, inadvertantly giving the Worgen a good look at just how large they were – F+ sized.

“I suppose that's the price I pay, dealing with incompetents like you. Next time, I won't be so generous." Kaas said, turning around – those voluptuous asscheeks jiggling underneath her heavy black plate armor – a gentle little cow tail flicking around, either in irritation, or maybe…

Vandellson was just seeing things, and held himself back. Flirting with a superior – let alone a senior death knight, would only invite bad things. For now, at least. He should be thankful that he wasn't killed for his failure.

“Well… Thank you, for sparing me. I should see what else the cam…"

She turned around – even more irritated than usual, eyebrows curling, as she let out a sigh.

“Oblivious little…" She mumbled. “I haven't rewarded you yet, for what you've done. At the very least, you depleted their manpower, and besides – a death knight strolling around in just leather pants? Ridiculous."

He whined. He honestly preferred not having clothes on, and she handed him a list – drawn on a piece of paper.

“I figured you'd need some time to increase in power, but choose by tonight. You'll be sent out to the Silverpine Forest tomorrow, on foot… Say – did you get taller?" She said, suddenly taking an interest in hi

“Ah… A little bit. Understood." He repeated, leaving the lean-to tent, as Deathguard Kaas sighed, looking back at her runic greatsword, stuck in the ground.

“For a pervert – he's kind of cute. Too bad he's a fool… And with that stupid paladin..." She grunted, meditating.

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V andellison walked through the camp – there was a lot to get done. The first, was deciding what gear to get. That was easier said than done. A wide variety of choices to suit his every need – forged in the dark fires of the Ebon Hold. Spikey plate armor – with extra spikes. Greatswords capable of cleaving five men in half. Enchanted codpieces.

Anything an aspiring Death Knight adventurer could want, really.

But as he looked at the list – he stumbled into someone, quite clearly shorter than him. Looking down from the list – he saw none other than Darkreaver Mor'dred. Mord'red. More'Dead.

However the hell you pronounced it. Vandellison let out a clear, irritated growl, barring his pearly, white fangs, snorting a breath of cold air.

“What do you want, elf?" He grunted.

“I heard you nearly failed your first mission. So – I figured I'd stop by, and humiliate you further. I challenge you, to participate in Death's Challenge with m-" He began to say.

_ Gwwwwwlrrrrp... _

A long, iritated belly groan came from the werewolf, as he licked his maw.

“So, your volunteering to be my breakfast..?" He said, excitedly. But he felt some other need, deep inside of him. The Blood Elf clearly expected the werewolf to resist, as he smirked.

“Yes – that's right. No, wait, I meant as in – yes, we'll be duelin-" He began to correct himself, closing his eyes, trying to explain himself…

SHRLP!

A fat, werewolf cock slammed right into him. The werewolf ferally pounced on him, humping him at full force, groaning and pounding, as the death knight groaned – pushing the werewolf off with a surprising amount of force. The Blood Elf grunted – spitting out werewolf cum on the ground.

“D-disgusting! D-do you always fight in such a feral, bestial way? It's going to take weeks to get that taste out of my mouth!" Mor'dred complained, as the two clashed. Mor'dred trying to stab the werewolf right in the gut with a runesaber – but the Worgen dodged out of the way.

H-he's strong! Stronger than I expected, for a knife-ear… His primal side thought. It would be hard to dispatch or nullify him, as the Worgen backed up, and circled around him, on all-fours… Werewolf cock drooling cum onto the dirt.

“It'll bring me no honor to slay such a beast. That poor maiden you defiled – I'm sure she'll be happy to know I've rescued he-" As he began to say that, a sharp growl came from behind. Erisa, emerging from a tent, tackled him into the dirt, right in front of Vandellison.

“G-get off me! Y-you've violated the duel, you fool!" He shouted, as Vandellison stood over him. Looking around briefly – no one else was watching the duel, or in eyesight.

“I don't think anyone would care." He stated – whipping his cock out, and pushing it down the elf's throat, making a large bulge. Mor'dred's pale, white throat wasn't made to take girthy werewolf cock, as he struggled – terrified about his fate as Erisa held him down, looking up at Vandellison with admiration, not saying anything – but clearly expecting something.

“As for you – you should be in the tent. I'll make sure to punish you later~" Vandellison asserted. Erisa panted happily, holding the blood elf down, as he squirmed and protested. The Pants of Haste – even with that slight Haste boost it gave him, made every action Vandellison did faster. Thrusting – orgasming, everything – though only marginally.

Minutes went by. The Blood Elf's resistance broke down – his belly swelling out with a deluge of werewolf seed, but Vandellison didn't stop there.

“You said you'd embarrass me, wouldn't you? But – I'm sure now, it's you who's being embarrassed, being enslaved to a worgen's cock. I'll make sure everyone knows about it. Your name – in ruins." He whispered to the terrified Blood Elf, as he stood up – his cock holding the weight of the slender elf, dangling on his cock, suspended above the ground – his cock so firmly lodged and leveraged down his throat that escape would be impossible, the knot preventing him from falling off.

“Now – I've got you right where I want you~" He grunted, hefting him up, and walking around camp.

The reaction of the undead – was indifference. The reaction of his senior death knights, was surprise, and disgust – mixed with some sadistic level of entertainment. Initiates stared at each – shocked by such a hedonistic display in Death's own army. But regardless – the Blood Elf had eventually learned to just close his eyes – and accept the fact there was no way he could regain his standing after this.

“Now – what to do with you..?" Vandellison grunted. His cock let out a faint, hungry gworp – and the Worgen chuckled, sliding the cocksleeve off.

“Y-your sparing me…?" The blood elf said, sputtering out cum, coughing – only for that werewolf cock to dangle overhead – and then, push up against his face.

_ SCCCHLRP! _

Erisa's ears pointed up in surprise – Vandellison's black ears folded back in pure bliss. His cockslip opened up – the slender elf head barely fitting into the beer-can sized cock, as it took him down. Unimaginable force – gluttonous SCHLRPS filling the air, as Erisa helped push the poor, unfortunate blood elf down – and down some more.

Her red, clawed paws pushed – and pushed. Cum spurt out, getting all over her hands, and arms, as she relentlessly fed the Worgen's cock, deeper and deeper – only stopping to lick up all the seed that got all over her, like the greedy pup she was.

There was only one place to go for Mor'dred now – a pair of fuzzy doggy balls needing some more seed, bloating out…

New Talent Unlocked: Cock Vore...

V andellison walked back to his tent, crawling inside. His balls were bloated out – the frame of the elf still clearly visible, and struggling to comprehend his fate as doggy baby batter. Countless GWLORPS came from his ballsack, as Erisa walked in, and Vandallson finally had time to realize was she was wearing – a dressed up in a church uniform. Ripped in some places, to fit her body – particularly around her generous, DD+ bosom, and thick thighs. A red, nun-like dress, that complimented her red and white fur perfectly, as she smiled and embraced Vandellison in a great, huge hug, happy he was back – but then, nuzzled those pair of life-giving balls.

“Down, girl." He said, pushing her head down, as she sat on the ground, her tail wagging madly. He pulled up a small stool next to a small bench he had, looking over the list. He had a lot to choose from, for rewards from Deathguard Kaas, at least before he shipped off to Gilneas, and as his loyal Erisa came below him, intending to give him a rough, cramped blowjob, that he had to fight back.

“That's enough. Your going in time out." He strained – grabbing a chain, as Erisa whined – having it wrapped around her neck, as she was put on the other side of the room, next to his bed. It was for her own good – and her master's good, at the moment, as he felt that ballsack churning.

The elf wasn't mush just yet. But soon – soon Erica could have as much cum as she wanted from her master…

Cock Vore Skill Raised to 15…

Cock Vore Skill Raised to 20…

Cock Vore Skill Raised to 25…

ERROR: UNABLE TO DIGEST

NOT HIGH ENOUGH LEVEL

REQ: 150 COCK VORE SKILL

Shock coursed through Vandellison – hearing the loud, blaring words forming in his brain, as he groped his balls. The blood elf had stopped digesting – just struggling in his ballsack, aimless. Erisa looked over, twisting her head confused, as she panted – tail wagging, as she eagerly awaited “snack time".

S-stupid level requirements… H-he's in my balls! H-he should digest away..!

W-what should we do..?

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To be continued!