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"Aaaaand it was! The Queen Greymane! Let's have a round of applause before we welcome the Fang sluts!"

Already, the cheers from the crowd, their cries disappeared. Next, the lights, the music, the smell, the coins. Step by step, the gray Worgen walked bare-pawed and barely clothed through the dirty and dusky backstage, glancing at the poor Goblin whose duty was made all the more difficult by the trail in the "Queen's wake".

White and translucent were the fluids dripping from the curvaceous and busty body, dripping from that fur, paws, orifices, mouth... Even from the thin purple veil that had been a part of tonight's costume, one of the last two remaining pieces, and had covered the Worgen's muzzle.

"They are restless tonight," he grumbled in the direction of a group of Worgens, whose coats were brown, dark, or dirty gray. Their eyes glimmered with anticipation, fear, and disgust towards the elderly Worgen; who gave them no heed while he peeled the sticky purple veil off and threw it on the concrete ground for the janitors to handle.

He passed a hand over his fur, pushing it back before he pulled something out of the waist he had been keeping. Another keepsake from tonight's customers, a green balloon stuffed with white fluid he shook before his eyes.

The goblins called it a condom... But so, the Worgen pierced it with his claw and split it apart above his open mouth to enjoy the warm cum pouring into his jaws. The liquid was tasty, rich, redolent, tempting. It brought a thrill to his nostrils as much as one to his tongue as he extended it to pour the sticky liquid all over it... And threw the condom on the back while he continued and picked another one. A brown one, exclusive to Taurens. He opened it too, and the gooey substance slathered over the lips and teeth with its sweeter and fatter content.

There were many more, many stuffed condoms people had been stowing under his belt after paying him or throwing gold pieces in the royal pot. But even with tonight's gain, it seemed the debt was still ongoing for a few more years.

With a sigh, the Worgen pulled another green condom from his waist, this one was almost ready to explode. He watched it as he opened the wooden door to his private room. Someone had turned on the light, perhaps a goblin thought of cleaning it up and forgot about turning the lights off.

Not that he cared as he pierced the condom. It exploded, slathering his fur, brows, nose, mouth, chest, and the ground as he swallowed what remained and licked his lips.

"You have changed, Genn."

The Worgen blinked despite the fluids joining his lids.

His room was the same: the clean king-sized bed in one corner with a nightstand crumbling under the piles of books. The same alcove with his shower and bathtub. The dressing room, behind a gray folding screen. Or even the vanity with so much power and make-up "gifts" from his fans.

The odd detail was yet standing in the middle.

A large Draenei, a kind the Worgen had thought gone due to their rarity in that strange period. His skin was purple, with a broad crest leading to tired eyes. Yet, what that mouth, almost concealed by a beard, displayed was an unfeigned smile. Beyond, the earrings, the nose ring, and even the tint of gold in the Draenei's mouth revealed how he had been claimed.

That and the remnant of a Dalmatic repurposed and tailored to expose his buxom, hairy, and pierced breasts, as well as that gravid belly branded with the symbol of the Horde. A robe made to reveal those details without exposing the rest.

But that face, that venerable and elderly face... Those wrinkled traits, the Worgen had grown to know them before. Everything broke down. And now, that ghost of the past was standing on his hooves, his hands joined above that belly.

"Prophet Velen. I thought-"

"Velen is enough. Our former titles are meaningless; you know this too well, Genn," answered the Draenei, waiving the formalities while he grabbed one of the few seats near the vanity to pose himself.

Even now, Genn Greymane could see how life hasn't been kind to the man. Velen's movements were sluggish, his belly marred with stretch marks, and those breasts were sagging a bit.

"Can I offer you something? It's... A surprise to see you here," mumbled the Worgen, thinking a moment about his previous shape. It had been so long he had pictured himself as something more than a whore, a dog... A bitch.

And so came the shame as he clenched his thighs to conceal his nudity.

"No, this is all right. And I think all you have to offer are what your suitors gifted you," stated Velen, astute enough and yet pointing at the evidence of the rows of condoms worn by the Worgen. Who was now self-conscious about those? "Do not worry. I am not here to judge or criticize you. I would be the first to be condemned..."

Velen spoke calmly... But then leaned to grab another seat and make him slide before him, smiling: "Come on. Sit. We have much to share since we lost. I imagine you have questions."

Questions... ... Genn had so many of them, and so he sat. He, who once had been the King of Gilneas, a proud member of the Alliance, was a dripping mess.

It felt like eons ago... When the name Gilneas had a real purpose. The former human had sought to save his people by building a wall against a threat, isolated it... He indirectly condemned all the humans in his kingdoms to become Worgens, creatures halfway between society and savagery.

He had made a foolish action when the wall broke. He had joined the Alliance.

And so followed the acts of folly... Which led to this situation.

The Horde. They conquered Gilneas and forced the King into exile. Not only happy to exile him, the Horde overtook the alliance. Humans, Worgens, Draeneis, Dwarves, Night Elves, Gnome. All fell prey to the Horde's leadership conquering the seas and supplanting the Alliance on every battlefield.

The first to fall had been the Draeneis, the closest to the enemy. Then, the Night elves, who had welcomed most of the Worgens on their World tree. Then... Then, Greymane took a deal with the Devil to steer his kind away from damnation.

From there, he only knew little bits. But the Draeneis had almost disappeared. Sometimes, Genn saw a few humans or night elves wandering the streets during his rare walkarounds. But no Draenei...

None but Velen.

Who had been his equal, a leader, a Prophet. And yet stood, branded like a vulgar whore and... Pregnant. As if nature had been insulted.

"What happened to you?" asked the Worgen, containing the anger and frustration this presence aroused. It... He had so much anger.

"Do you want the short or the long version?"

"Please, try to be concise," answered Genn, shaking his head.

"The Exodar was captured after a frontal assault against the Horde. I was captured. Then, married to a Tauren. It has been a few years since I settled in Thunder Bluff, as well as most of my people."

"They are all there?"

"A large part. From what I hear, the others are still living on Azuremyst isle and are settling well with our conquerants... As well as they can."

Genn closed his eyes. The Draeneis' capital was the Exodar, a potentially inexpugnable ship that had crashed on the Azuremyst isle. It made sense the Taurens occupied it... But why bring the Draeneis to Thunder Bluff, their capital?

Greymane's eyes opened on the Prophet's belly... As simple as that.

"Are they treating you well? Did they enslave you?"

It was now the turn for the Prophet to be flustered and for his calloused right hand to stroke that belly.

"They treat us well as long as we accept our role there. This is also why I'm allowed to be there; they're not monsters, and show us leniency," he said before pulling his hand away. "Yes. I've been treated well despite everything I have lost."

A deep silence settled inside the room as Genn leaned further, with his hands joined and his elbows on his lap. It was almost a prayer to everything lost. So much lost...

Knock! Knock!

"Enter!"

The knocking sound came from the door, but it was Velen who answered. A Goblin entered the room right away while pushing a cart with beverages, petits fours, and other little meals one could snack on.

He pushed it up between the two before rushing out as quickly as he entered.

"What is it?" asked Genn, watching the display, inhaling the perfume, examining the bottles printed with old vintages. And yet, he only foretasted the semen he had along his waist and legs.

"I know you, Genn. You are fast to close yourself to the world. Consider this a nudge," stated Velen while stretching a hand, careful with his long sleeves, to bite a petit four.

"Are you really pregnant?" asked Genn, keeping his hands to himself.

"Yes. It will be the third from my husband. This is the reason why they are so lenient with us. We're helping the repopulation effort."

As always, Velen spoke with a sort of dignity... It hurt the Worgen whom no longer looked as regal... Or clean. Yet, he extended a hand to take a snack, a mini sandwich stuffed with zucchini, cream, and a cured ham he swallowed. It... it wasn't the taste of semen. But it was salty and refreshing.

"Are you happy? ... I've never seen you smile until now."

The Draenei has always been grave and cold, limiting his effusive outbursts to a smirk concealed by that silky beard. Not anymore. Velen seemed at ease, smiling, even... Yes, eager to take another bite before he relaxed.

"Yes, I am. It is strange for this to come from my incarceration. But I am, more than I ever was during our exile," he said, biting into a cake from a ramekin. "I could say the same to you. You look different. Not smiling, but eager. I heard glimpses of what you exchanged for your Kingdom's survival but never understood the full picture. Especially not from the goblins. Could you help me?"

Genn sighed. The question finally came. It weighed on his shoulders, and he didn't want to answer it. Nonetheless, he extended a hand towards one of the bottles, checking the vintage: somewhere from Kul Tiras.

"How is the alliance?" he asked, uncorking the bottle with a fang before presenting it to Velen, who refused with one raised hand.

"Ironforge is still holding out, but not for long," plainly answered the Draenei, biting again but taking a pause to handle a different bottle.

Genn poured a glass, lifted it, brought it before his eyes. And emptied it in one gulp.

"I sold my people to slavery and myself as well," he said, pouring again.

"I figured it so. At least they are alive. It is a far better end for them than to join the void."

"I'm starting to doubt that... Or everything, I figure," replied the Worgen with a heavy hand, pouring more. "The Goblins asked me for an exorbitant price for their protection. Officially, we defected and joined the Horde when I saw the winds turning. But we are all slaves, working."

"In pleasure houses," commented Velen, his fingers stilled.

"In pleasure houses for the lucky winners, the eyes-candies, or those whose names ensure a place. The others are employed elsewhere."

It wasn't so bad of a deal. Indentured slavery had been the term employed by the Goblins in the contract. For the next 50 years, the Worgen would have to serve the Goblins, and their families would be owned. By the contract, this would end after those 50 years. But Genn hoped for those conditions to be applied. Quite a foolish move. A terrible one.

"They survived; this is no small feat. And... I must say you're looking wonderful, Genn," said the Draenei with a raised glass filled with a fruity drink.

The Worgen raised his hand and welcomed the toast before returning to savor the bouquet: strong, acrid, tasteful.

The compliment wasn't lost on the Worgen, smirking.

He always heard from his "clients" how beautiful he was and how they would eagerly fuck him senseless. Such words were not meaningless when Genn was acutely aware of each man surrounding him during the "events". They praised his pectorals, fattened by the constant cum consumption. That or the potions the Goblins gave to make him more voluptuous. Similarly, he was commented on his ass and belly, as well as his soft cock. The very same one currently exposed and dripping between his thighs, something small in comparison to... His most endowed favorites.

"Thanks. I... I can't say the same with you, Velen; you look so different. I thought I was hallucinating when I first saw you. Are you- this... Real?"

Greymane asked, unsure. Sometimes, a few worgens were using enchanted trinkets to improve their features. He even noticed one, white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sea, using his shapeshifting abilities to turn into a bear or a doe on the scene before he was rutted by a client.

Velen didn't seem to take the question badly; he somewhat chuckled and scooted his chair closed, pushing the cart aside so he would be closer to Genn. The scent from the venerable priest was rather pleasing, fruity, and tempting.

"Sadly, no. This is our reality, Genn. But if you must touch, please feel free," completed Velen, promiscuous. What a contrast.

A contrast Genn had to verify as he stretched the hand towards the man's face to touch those cheeks, that beard... And smear it with fluids.

"Oh, sorry!" he mumbled, turning and searching for a towel on the cart, only to stop at the laughter from the Draenei.

"Please, Genn. Formality and etiquette are lost on us. This is fine; I'll clean it up somewhere. I didn't come here to see you fumble over your mistakes."

Genn stopped, then turned while extending a red towel to the Draenei who eyed it... But accepted it and patted the damp spot.

"I mean my words. I am looking for... Old friends," added the Draenei. Truthfully, Genn Greymane and the Prophet hadn't been rubbing elbows but shared the same affection towards the young prince of the Alliance.

"You must be awfully lonely to seek my presence in Gadgetzan, it is quite far from Thunder Bluff."

"You don't know how truthful your words are."

Now, it was the turn for the Prophet to look gloomy as he emptied his glass and stretched a hand towards the vintage Genn had been enjoying. Then stopped halfway.

"What is that Velen? How come?" asked the Worgen, carefully setting the wine aside.

"Most Draeneis spurn me, like the Worgens spurn you, or the night elves spurn Malfurion."

"You know where Malfurion is? Where is he? And Tyrande?" asked Genn, tensing. The old Night elf had been such a powerful Druid; he could be an asset... he could have been.

"They live in Orgrimmar. But you don't want to hear about what happened to them. We are likely the only two who share and understand each other in those dire circumstances. Do you believe me?"

Genn grimaced a bit at the sour idea, but... yes. His council had been disbanded, and their members were either spurning him... Or too far gone to care about him. So, he scooted closer to the Draenei.

"I can. But it's not like we can change that," mentioned the former King, motioning at his room to encompass it. He had been living there for the last few weeks.

"Oh. I am sorry to refute you, Genn. But I can help you if you are eager to listen."

Genn cocked an eyebrow but leaned, his ears standing upright and checking if someone was listening to them.

"Is this a revolution? Did you contact the Alliance?" he asked, holding his glass and whispering.

"No, this is not all that," said Velen, taking a long breath. "Would you listen me out to the end?"

"Sure. But I am unsure I'll like it."

"No, you won't," confirmed Velen, rolling his shoulders and looking at the entrance behind Genn before returning to the former King. "I can buy back your debts with the Goblins."

"Wait- what?!"

"Listen," stated Velen, raising his hand. "My husband is the current chieftain of the Taurens, and he has the means to buy back the contract. I offered him the idea, and he was kind enough to accept it. I can free the Worgens, but there's a price."

"They will bear their children like you do?"

"Light! No!"

Velen extended an arm to defend himself from that allegation, then shook his head.

"No. This... This is what happened to my kind. But it won't happen to yours. However... he wants you."

"Me?" Genn blinked, tilted his head, and glanced at his glass. Empty. Was he already drunk?

"You. When I asked him to help your kind, he said he heard of your prowess and wants you."

"He wants me? Like what? A pole dancer? A whore?"

"A wife."

The revelation hit Genn like a brick across the muzzle, stopping him as he watched the Draenei extend an arm to place it on his gray-furred chest.

"I promise you, it isn't as bad as it seems. And we all gain something from it," stated Velen, assured.

"What? What is your gain in this? A friend in torment?"

"A moment of peace," mumbled the Prophet, so low.

"A what?"

"A moment of peace."

"As in? A sacrifice in your place? So you can rest?" asked Genn, scoffing at this and now going for the wine. If he had to listen to this, he needed more wine.

"Yes. But this is not as bad as it sounds. You'll pretty much appreciate it."

"What? To be a wife? For a distasteful man? Please, Velen. I don't even know him!"

"Then try for yourself!"

Genn stopped his drinking, turning at the Draenei, who stood up. Velen looked so committed at that moment... Even more, as he worked on the attaches around his neck and belly. Was he-

"What are you doing?" asked the Worgen, but he knew what would happen.

The clothes dropped, and he saw Velen's entire body: those wide hips, those... Small testicles. And limp cock.

Genn desired to avert his eyes but couldn't as the strange display continued, and the Draenei turned while lifting his tail. So, he exposed his plump cheeks, covered with unfit marks and brands... And in their crevice was... A toy? A trinket? An artifact. It looked like a tool crafted by the Draenei, but its crystal structure was... Pulsating.

"What... Is this?"

"Day and night, I shall please him. Even in my absence, we are still joined together. I know who you have become, Genn. Like me. I see you emptying those condoms one after another. You seek solace in pleasure," said Velen, turning and facing the Worgen. "You'll be granted this and more. I know you don't like it, but this path forward is a boon."

"And... If I refuse it? If I consider it crazy?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"Then... try it. For one night. And if you don't, I'll never bother you with that stupid request."

Genn pondered... Glanced at his glass. He then lifted his gaze at the Draenei.

A nod, a whisper, and he stood up, still sticky and stinky from today's event. He carefully parted from the belt and its trinkets, disposing them by the bathtub as he turned on the water. The warm liquid was... A bliss. Hot, unknotting all the worries and fears that plagued the Worgen, all the pressure and tension swarming his muscles.

Its song ran along his hair, spine, and legs. It released the pain from those muscles, all the tremors and shivers he had from limiting himself from cowering. It... It felt good. A moment of peace in the conundrum he had been forced to face, again.

He could still refuse.

Genn exhaled, feeling the drying enchantment working on his fur and removing the dirt sticking to it. In a matter of minutes, the damp and dripping mane was replaced by a dry one. His gray fur, so unkept or barely braided before, looked lush at that moment.

It shined in the room's dim light, almost fitting for a King. If not for the body it covered, if not for the Worgen who stepped closer to his bed where Velen had been laying on his sides.

The Draenei looked at ease at this moment. Resting, the former Prophet had a hand cupping that gravid belly while the other was outstretched. His hooved legs were a tangle of powerful muscles supporting that pregnant frame.

It was an eerie feeling for the Worgen to sit on the bed, his bed, and to be like a guest in his room, even if the Draenei's gaze beckoned him.

"You can still refuse. Or wait another day. I am here for a few."

"I know, Velen. But I must know."

"Always so expedient."

The Draenei exhaled, turning and rolling on the bed. His legs lifted, and so did his asscheeks as he exposed himself to Genn. He had seen his cheeks... But it only struck the former King further as another leader exposed himself like a whore and pointed at him to move closer.

That ass was plump, meaty, generous. And in-between, wedged within the hairy crevice, was that dildo. It pulsed with energy, and by reaching out, Genn sensed the warmth that also emanated from it. Whatever it was doing, it was also working on Velen, whose body rocked from a phantasmal hit.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Genn observed how the stoic Priest seemed to waver beneath the assault: the legs slightly clenched under the effort, the knees bent further each time. And above it... The Draenei's shrunken, wrinkled, impotent manhood dribbled with what looked like water. Genn even inhaled it, but it had no scent on its own. Watery.

"Please... Genn," moaned the Priest as his voice's accent exacerbated. Was... he biting his lips?

"Tell me when to stop," grumbled Greymane, unsure why he was the primary actor of that farce. Still, he extended a hand. The Draenei's skin was warm, with the hair caked with sweat. Not... Unlike some Worgens, he had shared the scene with.

His clawed fingers found a grip at the base of the dildo, two little notches he slipped into. The crystal pulsated beneath his digits and was even warmer.

He took a long breath and pulled. He pulled... He pulled.

The Draenei's asshole tugged on it, almost restraining the removal despite Velen's gasps and whimpers. He shifted his grip and yanked.

There. The orifice gave out, and the wedged crystal moved out. Its crystalline structure slowly expanded, soft ridges seemingly birthing from its socle. But the more was removed, the more the crystal's jagged edge disappeared to resemble a shaft. A long pole with a continuous width. One marked by veins beneath the structure.

Followed, too, the raw scent of a man.

The scent of sweat, sex, precum, cum. To an average human, it was a mere note. To a Worgen's nose, it was a hellish odor. To Genn's, it aroused something primal in him.

The former King gulped as more of that "pole" slipped through the clenching rim without hearing any recrimination from the elderly Draenei. So, he kept pulling. But it wasn't the only thing that pulled out. Semen followed.

A warm, hot, steaming semen. Its parfume was strong, masculine, Tauren. One he had grown to know well. He was a mere addict, a beast of sex... It was better if he accepted it, thought the King as he leaned to take another whiff of the liquid pooling on the duvet. It was unadulterated. A... Perfect scent.

"You... You can take it, Genn. I- Know I stopped your meal," mumbled Velen from above.

And indeed, his stomach had been growling like a beast.

"I am sorry, Velen."

So, he angled himself and stilled his hand until he was above the Draenei's ass. And pulled. And plunged.

That last second, the entirety of the Dildo pulled out: a perfect representation of a Tauren's dick. It had its scent, its texture, its reaction once pulled out, the slight inclination once extricated. It wasn't a facsimile but the real deal... Even if it looked like a crystal, this was the shaft of a Tauren that dripped with semen nonetheless.

It was also the only thing that had been retaining a flood of spooge from pouring out that gaped and clenching pucker. The rim was swollen, and its natural gape stopped Velen from stopping the waves of stinky and sticky semen.

The old Draenei gasped with his legs lifted.

And gasped again when the Worgen's cold nose was onto the perineum and its muzzle hard-pressed on the orifice to swallow the liquid. Genn... Drank. He drank the delicious and perfumed meal he was offered. His pupils contracted, his ass quivered... Even his dick, too, began to dribble as he looked above to see Velen's relaxed expression.

For once, Genn wasn't judged for his addiction and yearning.

The former King closed his eyes and took another gulp, and another, feeling how much that old Goat had been keeping cum inside. It must have been painful.

"No worries, I... Know how it feels to yearn for something you are ashamed of," mumbled Velen above, a hand passing below his knees to stroke Genn's ears.

Who would have cried for this solicitude. But he gulped and pressed his face between the crevice while holding onto the Draenei's dildo.

Its crystalline structure was soft... It wouldn't hurt at all.

He took another mouthful before removing his mouth. The waves of semen had diminished, merely a trickle now as he lifted his backside and squatted. One hand below his ass, one on the Draenei's ass, he shifted his legs until he was in position.

"Thank you, Velen," ashamedly blurted Genn.

"You're welcome. Anything for a friend," the Prophet answered, his head resting against the ample pillows.

This was yet the beginning for Genn as he plunged his fingers behind his balls and perineum. As expected, his ass was already gaping and dripping with lubricant. The glands inside had swollen so much, and they were constantly keeping the orifice lubricated for any customer. The mere presence of a man's semen was driving them into overdrive, so much so their dripping had pooled onto the impermeable duvet.

A finger inside, two, even three, were nothing to scoff at, usually... But it was, usually. Genn took it easily and used the three digits to stretch the orifice further; His gape was more prominent than what he liked to.

"I'm going to take it, Velen," he said, tugging on the orifice with his thumb.

"Let me help, then," mumbled the Draenei as his legs lowered but were kept spread. He extended his hands, offering them for Genn.

One Genn took while leaving the other momentarily.

He couldn't use both yet, not as he fiddled with the erect equine and flared shaft to place it below his ass. With the tip pointing up, it was a matter of lowering himself and letting gravity do its work. He inhaled, slowly.

Despite being prepared, Genn was always wary of taking Taurens inside; the biggest customers, though gentler ones. Ever since his first meet with a Shu'halo brave, the feeling of cuddling with them inside him had been nagging his thoughts.

"I'm going to take it," repeated Genn, trembling and reinforcing his grip on the Draenei's hand not to fall.

"I know. Do not worry; he knows you are not prepared like me."

Genn closed his eyes and sighed.

"Here, we go," he mumbled while his hips lowered. With one hand, he held onto the base to keep it steady. The cocktip was at the entrance, nudging the dripping orifice. A little further, and it was inside. Just a few more inches and more than the head was in.

And already, the warmth and pulse within the crystal sent Genn's mind spiraling. It was big... Bigger than most of his customers. But it reached an unknown need.

He shivered.

"You are doing great, Genn," praised the Draenei while gripping the Worgen's arm.

It was genuine praise, but Genn's ears and face burned at the kind words while his ass was spread apart by that massive equine cock. Its tip was so flared, it... It blocked.

He removed his hand, feeling how that shaft was anchored inside his hole and how the muscles gripped it. He didn't need to hold it there; his body did it naturally.

Naturally, the Worgen reached out for the Draenei's other arm.

"I-... I am unsure if I can take it entirely," mumbled the Worgen. Yet, he descended.

His knees bent, his thighs worked, his hamstrings tensed while his body lowered. In contrast, a bump began to form in the lower reaches of the Worgen's stomach, just a tiny detail, but one noticed. Beneath the fur, the shape of the cocktip imprinted and stretched the skin.

But that stretching was preceded by something better and below. Genn's prostate was hard-pressed by the shaft, almost crushed by its wonderful and veiny presence.

The surface may have been crystal, but everything could be felt perfectly: the throb, the veins, the slight pulse through it. And the precum that dripped from it.

"This is fine. You will do better than me during my first time," answered Velen as he leaned. The elderly Draenei fought against the pressure on his belly to kiss the Worgen's paw and press his crest against it. "Genn, you will do... Wonderfully."

"I- Thank you. But I doubt my... Talent there," mumbled the Worgen as he felt his weight shift.

However, he didn't slip. With Velen holding onto his arm, there was no way for him to slip and fall... At worst, it meant the shaft would progress further into the Worgen's guts. That... That, it did.

The bump increased, leaving the Worgen's belly taut. The bump had grown, and only a cursory glance revealed how the shaft had now reached more than its half within the Worgen.

"Hhh... How did you take it all that time?" mumbled Genn, feeling his asshole stretched thin and his prostate crushed. Yet, his limp cock was merely watering that bed.

"I have grown used to it. You can, too," answered Velen, smiling back at the former King.

So many praises, it was almost unnerving. But Genn accepted them, and he tried to smirk back.

A smirk he lost when he felt his legs giving out and slip.

Entirely. The whole crystalline shaft, the entire length, was inside up to the last quarter of an inch; the base of that dildo wasn't there yet. Not that Genn cared as he dropped by Velen's side on the bed... His ass was stuffed. So stuffed.

His hole had managed to take the whole dick. Sweat caked his fur, his legs were weak, his dick dripping, his belly swollen. However, it didn't stop the elder Draenei from grabbing the Worgen's shoulders. Despite his age and stature, Velen was strong. Enough to lift the former King, put him on his back, and make him lay on that plump chest.

"What are you doing?" asked Genn, slurring as the realization shook him. Inside him was the shaft of a man, a pure copy that was bigger than anything he had taken. Other taurens couldn't compare, and even breathing made his hole clench, followed by many pains.

"Helping you, Genn," answered Velen.

The former Prophet wrapped one arm around Genn's waist while the other reached between the Worgen's spread thighs.

"I- I took it, that's enough, right?" mumbled the Worgen, unable to realize it.

The Draenei's fingers were reaching for the bulge beneath the skin, the limp dick, the tiny testicles... And finally, Genn's hole.

"Shhh, close your eyes," mumbled Velen, passing two fingers on the dildo's base.

He pushed softly... But with enough force, he wedged it further in Genn, making the poor Worgen moan and groan, wince and whine. Those white ears dropped as the bulge was entirely stuck inside.

And... It moved.

It moved, and Genn's eyes opened wide.

"What is- URMPHH!" he attempted to tell before screaming.

All of a sudden, it was as if the crystalline dick had retracted, contracted on itself, disappeared. Then, it rammed against his guts. It was like a punch with a vengeance. Genn's abdominal muscles tightened, his legs lifted, and his fists clenched. It was too much, it was too-

"Do not contract. It will make it worse," commented Velen.

His fingers were brushing the Worgen's cheeks, massaging his neck.

"I- CAN'T!" roared Genn, his torso suddenly lifting as another strike occurred before the bulge disappeared. Before the elderly's hands firmly grabbed the shoulders to keep Genn lying.

"You are too tense. That is why it hurts! You can do it!" said Velen, passing his arms over the Worgen's chest to press his nipples.

"He is too... ... Brutal?"

Heaving, gasping for air, Genn had been bracing himself for another hit. Instead, the dick from the crystalline dildo went slower. It didn't hit with much strength this time. It went slowly, extremely slowly. And this time, it didn't hurt as much. Even less than the first time.

"Natas didn't know it was you. He must have understood it was not me... ... You are tighter than I am," said Velen with a mocking tone while his digit dug into the fat and circled the perky nipples.

Though... This time, Genn had no words to say. The pain... It was still there as he had been battered. But it felt like a relief now that his guts weren't hammered. His body was even starting to recover, somehow... The pain receded, replaced by the beatitude from that shaft going back and forth at a manageable, delightful pace. His ears entirely dropped as he was melting from the attention.

His dick was dripping with precum, his balls so full... And... Cupped.

Velen's hands were on it, digging into the soft, fluffy skin and massaging it while holding onto the Worgen's waist.

"It feels better like this, isn't it?" asked the Draenei, circling his fingers and tugging on the skin.

To the question, Genn nodded but didn't utter a word. Speaking was above his strength, above his endurance at the moment. His body was... A mess.

And that cock inside him was both a pleasure and a pain to suffer through.

He was riding the slowly rising tides, feeling the waves of sensations overtake his legs and waist. He didn't have the strength to move. Or oppose the old Draenei that had taken hold of his shaft and began to play with it between two fingers.

"Huh. So small, Natas will like it," commented the Priest. A remark that made the Worgen raise an eyebrow and open his mouth. Yet, solely a growl came out as the thrusts became more frequent.

Somehow, without being attached to anybody at that moment, that cock could be angled... Its flared corona stroked and gave a thorough massage to his prostate.

So much his precum ceaselessly dribbled from it, coating the Priest's digits. It didn't stop Velen, the old goat seemed keen on masturbating the King's soft pricklet... Playing with it like... Like how Genn sometimes did for a few of his customers.

Slowly, he bit his lips and tried to shake his hips, whimpering from his weakness.

"Genn?" asked the Draenei, though the King kept humping and humping.

The pain remained there, but he needed it. He needed to move, he needed... To cum.

His balls ached, and he was close, so close... So so close. Just a tiny more, just another hit and. The prickling at his cocktip stopped.

His holes relaxed, his jaw followed.... And his prostate, it clenched deliciously while pushing out what felt like droplets. Nothing... Fancy.

"Hhhh... I- I needed it," mumbled Genn with a coarse voice, his ears still low from shame. Even his face looked redder despite the white covering it.

"You need someone who can help with your needs. Natas and I, we will help you," commented Velen, stroking the Worgen's cheeks with those sticky fingers. It didn't seem to hurt much.

And Genn relaxed, closing his eyelids... Only to feel the movements in his guts pick up in intensity and frequency. Someone... That Natas seemed eager and bold like before. His hits weren't as brutal as before but undoubtedly stronger as they rocked Genn's body and Velen's in consequence.

"Wh-" mumbled Genn before his voice broke.

His voice, his breath, all stopped as he felt the warm sensation fill up his guts. The Tauren inside was pumping his cum, and the crystal dildo reproduced it, stuffing Genn. It wasn't with a small amount either, as the sensation quickly spread and overtook the former King's body. It swarmed the guts, the bowels, inflated them...

Beneath the waves disappeared the bulge from the cock inside. It left the worgen with a rond and taut belly, almost the same as Velen.

"Is... Is this done?" asked Genn, at a loss of words. He heard the sloshing, felt it... And even could... Yes. He could press his fingers against the skin and feel the liquid inside. This was eerie.

"Barely," answered back Velen, curtly.

"B- Barely?" groaned Genn, trying to look at the Priest. But Velen was serious, dead serious, even as he reached for the dildo wedged between the fluffy cheeks.

"He had been keeping himself from using me during the travel. So he would need... Five ejaculations as such," answered the Prophet as he held onto the Dildo's base and pulled gently. "So much semen... I cannot do it all alone."

Genn gulped, mumbled, and winced. The removal of the dildo was accompanied by the sensation of his asshole being tugged on. Even relaxed, his muscles were still holding onto the fake cock... Its girth was enough that even Genn couldn't fully adapt.

But at the same time... He smelled it, the cum pouring from his ruined ass. That delicious fluid still marked his tongue and tantalized him.

"Well... We can continue."

Continue... Oh, Genn did. So did Velen. There was only one toy, but it was enough for both as each of Natas rutting meant for the receiver to be left speechless and breathless afterward. Even Velen seemed surprised and almost exhausted when Natas was done with him.

Yet... Somehow, it made it better.

It was all the better for Genn to feel the Draenei masturbating him or kissing him while he was fucked. Or to have those lips pressed against his when it was Velen's turn to be fucked. Or to give a lick to the plump's breasts his friend sported.

They were taking turns weathering that rough love, but none dared to stop. Not even Natas, who had superseded the Prophet's estimation.

It took eight rounds... Eight excruciating rounds and more coaxing for the dildo to wholly retract and both to be left with its base. Leaving the two sluts hanging and curled up together.

It was... Pleasing.

As pleasing as reaching out between Velen's legs, touching his cold testicles and that warm ass. The rim had been entirely ruined, leaving a swollen donut. Tugging on it resulted in no response from the prophet... And cum kept pouring from it. In the meantime, the Draenei nibbled Genn's ears, the tips were overly sensitive.

"He... Is done," croaked Genn, chuckling as he felt the toy slip from his ass and fall on the drapes. His ass was done for... Even his mouth and throat.

"For the moment... He will be back for more," replied the Prophet, blowing into the left ear and then the right one. "What do you think of him?"

Well, Genn didn't have much opinion of the man since he had no real interaction with that Natas. They fucked, with the help of that contraption. But the thought of meeting with that Tauren... The thought of overturning his People's debts.

It meant little compared to his thirst.

"I'd like to meet him."

"Good. I'll send words, and help you."

"Help me?" asked Genn, his ears flapping while he turned at the elder Draenei.

"He will want a wife from you. And this time, there will be no troll involved."

"What?"