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"Hey! That's cheating!" T looked down at him, quirking an eyebrow as he wiped some of the potion juice from his chin. He quickly screwed the stopper back on the vial of green liquid, pocketing it in his trousers, away from prying eyes.

"Come on now, how do you expect me to lug your fat arse all the way there? I know I'm pretty ripped, but come on mate." Each word brought a shuddering vibration that coursed through the Worgen's entire body... and right down Doreth's cock. His muscles pulsed and bulged, bit by bit, second by second becoming larger, until the previously hulking Worgen now became a monstrosity! And guess what, his dick grew to match! What, you thought I'd forget about that? Poor Doreth, he wasn't going to be able to leave T any time soon...

"Hold on tight, prettyboy. I doubt this'll be a smooth ride." And with that he was off, thundering out of the room in a blitz of fur and loud huffing. Doreth held on for dear life, fingers digging into T's hide, though he hardly seemed to notice. "Jesu- uhh, I mean, An'she! Slow down!" T didn't hear him. In fact, with a bestial roar he shifted form, the Worgen falling down upon him as he became the greatest, mightiest grizzly bear Doreth had ever seen! Holding on became even harder underneath the beast, only being able to hold to fur, as the bear was far too large to wrap his arms and legs around. Of course, cock was still enveloped by cock, all that was different was that T seemed even bigger... well, at least he didn't have a knot anymore!

Every time the beast would bound forward, his over-sized cock would blessedly shift just the slightest bit out of Doreth poor, abused member, only to have it plunge right back in even deeper once he landed back down. It was like clockwork, a powerful pistoning that repeated again and again, over and over without fail. Doreth was a little too out of it to even think about how ruined his cock hole was going to be, so instead he occupied himself by looking around the bear's bulk as best he could, trying to catch glimpse of the battlefield. Sure, he had been... perhaps not the most successful in his task, but he could at least take comfort in the success of his team. Good ol' Doreth, always a team player, putting his friends before himself (often to his own detriment).

He was not disappointed... as the bear barrelled down the centre of the field, coming up to the river that separated the Horde and Alliance territory, Doreth happened to glance off to the side, a smile immediately taking possession of his lips. There, ground held firm against the onslaught, tower shield in one hand, greataxe in the other, stood one of his companions. From this distance, he couldn't quite tell whether it was Tanuk or Dorn, however that wasn't what made him chuckle. What was so amusing was that fact that his friend stood there right beneath the Alliance graveyard, looking decidedly bored, as wave after wave of Alliance fools threw themselves upon his shield and, sure enough, soon became its decorations. Some, the smarter of the bunch, tried to flee, terrified, but escape was a flickering, faint hope that was quickly and utterly extinguished by the swift chop of the executioner's weapon of choice. Doreth shook his head, fucking warriors, second wind OP. He wondered where the other brother might be, but the thought was fleeting.

T passed by, completely (and scarily) unconcerned by the repeated slaughtering of his teammates. A quick flash of frustration zipped through Doreth, where were HIS teammates? Why were they not here to save him? T made his way up the ramp to the Horde Stronghold, an annoyed Tauren dangling between his legs, and for once, Doreth actually wanted his friends to save him, shame and embarrassment be damned! Damned I say! Daaaammmnnneeedddddd.

The second that the two beasts crossed under the gate, T morphed back into his (almost as big) Worgen form. With a hand gripping Doreth's toned arse he carried the weakened Tauren into the main flag room. What Doreth saw caused his jaw to drop and his frustration to rise. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ALL DOING HERE!?" Scattered around the room, with alternating looks of mischievousness, twisted delight and apathy, stood or sat or lay his entire team. Âr†hÚ? had his hands on his hips, a stupid, shit-eating grin on his face, right near the entrance. Bramble was hanging upside down by his legs from the second tier balcony, drinking from his cup of tea with surprising ease. Unsurprisingly, Warshank could be heard snorting and bellowing as he drilled his cock into Kharkaz' sloppy hole next to the flag. Tanuk was sitting in a corner, whittling away at a piece of wood, seemingly uninterested (however, Doreth noted, his was wearing only his loin cloth.) That must have meant that it was Dorn he had seen on the fields. Dontnerfmebro was jacking off in the other corner, fist pumping up and down his schlong hard and fast. He also seemed oblivious to everyone else at the moment. Skrillexqtlol stifled a yawn before leaping up from where he was leaning against the wall, clapping his hands together as T entered, "Finally!" Taurajo was missing, it seemed. He wasn't surprised about that; their leader always had his head in the game. He was probably out there kicking some scrawny Alliance arse.

Everyone completely ignored cock-blocked Tauren and looked up at T, as if waiting for him to say something. It was the same look that they gave to... "No. No no no no no. No. Don't you fucking... no." Taurajo lifted his foot up, let go of Doreth, and pressed it to his chest, prying him off of his body to fall onto a cleared out feast table. The Worgen's cock popped out of Doreth's dick with a nice shlick, followed by a sudden gush of cum out of the miserable Tauren's abused hole. That huge, thick, knotted dog cock - slick with both his own and Doreth's cum - swiftly morphed back into its usual incredibly long and fat equine schlong form (still covered in jizz, of course). Taurajo, their great and hunky leader, stood before him, scratching at his oversized cum-factories with one hand a stroking his glorious beard with the other. "AN'SHE DAMN YOU ALL!!!" "Jeez, look at that cock gape! You really fucked him up, boss." Exclaimed Âr†hÚ?, looking down at Doreth's dick as if the body attached to it wasn't even there. Taurajo just gave that sly smirk of his, bent down, and snatched the Alliance flag from Doreth's hands. "I'll be taking that, thank you." He placed it right next to their own flag, resulting in a satisfying victory fanfare. Warshank was utterly blind to it, of course, still far too consumed in Kharkaz' increasingly loosening arsehole to notice anything.

Poor Doreth was simply left at a loss for words. He wanted to snap, to berate and yell and just... he settled with crossing his arms and letting out a loud harrumph. "I know that- hnngh!!!" The Death Knight had knelt down beside Doreth and promptly stuck his finger right in his cock. It slid in extremely easily, so easily, in fact, that it barely even touched the inner walls of Doreth's dick considering how gaped wide it was. He fucked it hard and fast, sliding his finger in right to the knuckle, then one more finger... then one more. "Damn, look at that! Ha ha ha." He fucked Doreth's cock with all three of his fat fingers like it was nothing. He dug in a little deeper, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth in concentration, then pop! The knight's entire fist sunk right in to the wrist, resulting in a wild moan and a bucking of hips as Doreth came all over his fingers (which only resulted in the cum sliding back down into his nuts, of course!).

"GODS BE KI-!" Doreth's voice was drowned out as a gigantic pair of furry, sagging nuts was dropped into his mouth. They were so damn huge that they filled out his entire mouth and made him gag. "Mmppphh." It seemed Tanuk was finished with his wood and, judging by the monster looming over Doreth's face, was prepared to work on another piece. His cock was easily long enough to reach his knees flaccid, and lucky for Doreth it was flaccid at the moment "Suck." Suck. Suck suck suck. He'd heard these words far too often his life time. He sighed... mentally, and did as he was told. It's a little difficult to suck on something that fills out your entire mouth and some of your throat, but Doreth tried his best, even using his tongue to roll each heavy, bloated orb around. Tanuk just bothered him by rubbing the un-flared, pre-drooling head of his dick all over Doreth's face, smearing his snout and forehead and horns with sticky, warm bull pre.

The Death Knight was quick to adapt - no doubt due to the rock-hard, throbbing erection he sported - to his teammates presence and quickly had his hands full. He had straddled Doreth's chest, reaching behind himself with his left hand to fist the squirming bull's dick, and with his other hand was slipping a few cum-soaked fingers up Tanuk's arse. A small gasp escaped Tanuk's lips as he felt his arse spread. He turned back around as best he could, took the Death Knight's face in his left hand and tugged him into a sloppy, moan-filled kiss. He bucked his hips and rode the other's fingers which, subsequently, caused Doreth to gag and choke as those huge nuts slapped at the back of his throat over and over again.

It seemed Warshank had blown his load, judging by his loud bellowing and the moaning cries of Kharkaz. He stood up with a snort, dropping his cockwarmer to the ground before walking over to find out what was going on. The big brute of a Tauren was standing over Doreth's face, which meant he was looking at him upside down. Warshank's limp cock was absolutely coated with cum, smothered from base the tip in hot, sticky fluids that Doreth found dripping on his face. He tapped his chin, scratched it, then said, "I'm gonna fuck you." Doreth groaned. He hated it when Warshank fucked him. He was always too hard and too fast and he always came within a minute. Then came again. And again. And again and again and again until you were left so raw and full of cum that you wouldn't be able to walk properly. He blinked and before he knew it he found his legs being held up and spread wide, a thick, throbbing, cum-soaked cock being rubbed against it.

Doreth reached up to remove Tanuk's sweaty balls from his mouth long enough to say, "Warshank no, ple-" before Tanuk slapped his hands away and dumped his nuts right back down Doreth's throat. Warshank wasn't listening either way. He ran his fingers up and down Doreth's arsehole tenderly, licking his lips as he fondled his steadily growing erection with his other hand. He leaned in, spreading Doreth's legs wider before giving his hole a nice, big sloppy kiss. He sucked and slurped on Doreth's arse, absolutely smothering it in saliva. He shoved his tongue right in, swirling it around noisily and loosening the (admittedly already weak) muscle of his sphincter. While yes, Warshank was a bit of a rough lover, he was a lover none the less! He wasn't gonna be that much of a pain in the arse!

Doreth moaned into those heavy cumsacs as his arsehole was molested. It felt so perversely good that he hated himself for it. He was meant to be pissed off, damn it! He was supposed to- uuuaaggghhh. Warshank shoved his thumb right up the druid's mancunt, twisting and turning it this way and that. He plunged it in right to the knuckle, searching for that special button that just made you go Mmmm! He rubbed hard against it, resulting in a muffled moan and squirming from Doreth. "Yep, looks good to me. Get ready to be bred, calf."

His penetration was slow and tender, like something you'd find between lovers. It would have been lovely, had his dick not hung down to his knees and been proportionally thick. He slipped in fairly easily; a result of the utter smothering of still-warm cum that covered it. Doreth bucked his hips, which only forced more of Âr†hÚ?' fist down his cock. Warshank had a devilish smirk on his face as he plunged himself deeper and deeper into his teammate. The sound of a cum-soaked cock sliding into a semi-loose, cock-hungry hole always caused a tingle to shoot up his spine. He just loved seeing his bitches squirm and wriggle as he penetrated them, the look in their eyes as they realized just how damn huge he really was.

He hilted his semi-hard cock deep within Doreth's arse, poking at the entrance to his bowels. With a snort he ground his meaty balls against Doreth's arse, shifting his cock around inside, getting him used to the punishment that was to come. It was all Doreth could do not to bite down on Tanuk's cum-factories. Lucky for him he didn't!

With aching slowness, Warshank pulled his cock all the way back out, inch by meagre inch. When his sloppy cock-head was all that was left spreading Doreth's arselips wide open he paused, took a breath, then plunged right back in. Within seconds he was off, pounding away hard and fast, tunnelling deeper into Doreth's arsehole. Doreth snorted and bellowed into Tanuk's balls, clenching his eyes shut and squeezing his arse down around that slick piece of meat in an effort to push it out.

"Get yer hand outta there, boof'ead. I wanna look." Don'tnerfme had gotten tired of jerking himself off in the corner, now he wanted some of Doreth for himself. The Death Knight gave him a wink and, after eliciting a loud moan from Doreth, pulled his arm right free from the bull's cock. The throbbing, cum-soaked piece of meat was completely gaped open; a massive hole where his cumslit used to be. It twitched in the air, a small amount of cum leaking out the tip and drooling down the sides. "Damn son, you really got that shit worked out!" There was no gentle fingering, no slow preparation, Don'tnerfme just plunged his entire fist right in, as if he was punching Doreth in the cock. "Oh yeah, I can feel ya huggin' my arm. Damn that's good."

With a slurp and a squelch, he pulled his arm back out. Immediately he had bent over, holding Doreth's meatstick with both hands. He stuffed his tongue into that gaping hole, wiggling it around before he tightened his grip, squishing the flared head of Doreth's dick around his tongue. He tonguefucked the urethra for a few seconds, drooling down into the shaft, and jerked the bull's cock tight around his wiggling organ. "Yep, tastes like the boss all right. How about we add to that, huh?"

The bull smirked as he stood back up, taking a hold of his throbbing erection. He left a finger in Doreth's cockslit, just enough to hold it fairly upright. Doreth's dick had a little trouble standing up, it was weakened and semi-floppy, even with the hard-on he currently sported. Don'tnerfme just thought that meant it was easier to fuck! He aimed his cock down and... and... Damn! His cock was too hard to bend down enough to shove into the druid's. He wished he could turn into some mutt Worgen like the boss, that way he'd have a super flexible dick!

Don'tnerfme tapped his hoof impatiently as he waited for his cock to soften, trying his hardest not to touch. Or look at anybody else, for that matter. He jerked his head back as he heard a loud moan. It seemed Âr†hÚ? had buried his own bone within Tanuk's rump, setting him off to a bucking, lowing, humping frenzy. Tanuk's arse was visibly widening and squeezing around the Death Knight's meatpole as his thick medial ring penetrated Tanuk's lovehole. "Damn it! Who knew undead cock could be so damn good!" Ew.

His cock finally softened enough to the point that he could bend it reasonably well, and so he did! With a snort and a grunt, he bent his cock down and slotted it into Doreth's messy opening - much to Doreth's displeasure! Inch by inch of bovine cock sunk into Doreth's wet, gaping urethra. The walls of his cock tightened around Don'tnerfme's meat, creating a nice, warm passage. It was better than any arse he had ever fucked! His dick could be seen visibly bulging through the skin, particularly his medial ring, which elicited a gasp every time it penetrated the sloppy ring. "Yeah, fuckin' take it."

The squirming, abused bull must have been really out of it, for when he blinked, he found a giant, sagging set of nuts hovering inches from his eyelids. It seemed Bramble had hopped down from his perch and, after discarding his tea, had decided to join in the fray. Being the shy little fella he was, it took Tanuk a bit of encouraging to get him to participate. And by encouraging, I mean loud, sloppy deepthroating of his still flaccid dick.

Bramble shivered, clutching his hands together under his throat, an eye-glazed look of utter bliss painted upon his face. Convincing him to use his cock really wasn't that hard at all... "You always treat me so swell, Tanuk." He said kindly, as he grabbed the bull by the horns and thrust hard into his mouth, resulting in a coughing, gagging fit that just ended up spilling cum on Doreth's face. And boy was there a lot of cum! Bramble's heavy balls really were gigantic, much bigger than they should be proportionally. They hung down so low, that they were very nearly smacking Doreth in the face as he pounded Tanuk's mouth like any other hole.

So, he has a cock in his arse, a cock in his cock, a cock in the arse of the bull on his chest, and a set of hairy, sagging nuts dribbling cum on his face. What else? Oh right. "Don't f'get me!!!" Kharkaz had finally stood, recovering from the brutal raping his arse had taken at the hands of Warshank. With hands on his hips, head held high and a gleaming, holy light illuminating his crown, he would have looked rather impressive... if it weren't for the stream of cum dribbling down his thighs. Still, his nudity wasn't any less of a sight than the other awe-demanding, herculean beefcakes around the room!

With calculated, confident strides (his eyes were still closed, in an effort to look commanding), he made his way over to the writhing orgy. Could I take the - nope, arse is taken. Fa- no, Bramble's fat nuts are in the way. Ride his- no, it has a cock in it. Where can I-? The bull tapped his chin. He knew Warshank wouldn't let him fuck his arse, and Bramble was... well, he could get easily over-agitated. All that left was... aha! "Everybody, get up for a sec! I wanna get underneath." Everyone who wasn't in the throes of bliss groaned out loud but - albeit reluctantly - they moved. Kharkaz managed with some effort to wiggle his way underneath Doreth. His cock kept whacking against Warshank's, who only made the whole process more difficult by pounding Doreth's arse the entire time.

"Hang on. I just gotta-. A little to the-. Just down a bi-. Aaaah, there we go." With a contented sigh, Kharkaz the Great and Mighty fit his Great and Mighty cock into Doreth's arsehole, right alongside Warshank's. He slid in far more easily than he should have, what with Doreth's lovehole stretched obscenely wide as it was. Doreth was far beyond the point of coherency and, it seemed, he hardly noticed. At least not for a few seconds. Then his eyes really went wide, he gasped, his cock twitched, and that was all he could do. Kharkaz didn't notice this, of course, and he was busying himself humping away at Doreth's sloppy, ruined fuckhole, his cock rubbing along Warshank's length in an erotic manner (how is any of this non-erotic?).

To top it all off, Taurajo finished recovering himself and, with a dastardly smirk painted across his face, sauntered up behind Warshank. Nobody fucked Warshank. Nobody.... Except Taurajo. "Hey boy. D'ya miss me?" Warshank rolled his eyes, but that didn't stop him from shivering when he felt a sudden, sharp slap on his arse. "Yeah, you missed me." Taurajo's fingers trailed over the bull's cheek, then up along his tight rumphole and back down again. Warshank looked back at his chief in exasperation, a look which was soon wiped off as Taurajo stuck his tongue down the other's throat. It took only seconds for the leader of this horny crew of Tauren to have his sloppy cock buried in Warshank's arse, pumping into him with long, steady thrusts.

So, let's recap shall we? We have Taurajo, the wonderful, handsome leader who is studly and amazing fucking the arse of the brutish, yet terrible Warshank. Warshank has his own dick buried inside Doreth's rump, fucking it like it wasn't a part of a living being. Don'tnerfme was drooling as he stuffed his meat down Doreth's sloppy cockhole. The Deathknight was busy humping away at Tanuk, who had his nuts shoved down Doreth's throat. Bramble was in a world of his own as he fucked Tanuk's mouth like a jackhammer. Kharkaz the Great was sliding his cock against Warshanks, digging out his own space in the bull's arse. Even Skrillex had joined in by now, squishing his dick besides Don'tnerfme's to gape out Doreth's cockhole even further.

Their fucking continued on for a while; a writhing, moaning mass of flesh that changed positions every now and then. And it couldn't possibly get worse for Doreth, right? Might as well just leave it here. Story's done. No more dicks where this little tale came from. Everyone was accounted for. Yup.

Oh. Wait.

The shift in tension of the air was palpable. All the grunting and humping, writhing and moaning, all of it came to a sudden, absolute halt. "I see you started without me." Dorn stepped into the Horde flag room with his familiar, stilted gait. His long braids swayed as he walked, sometimes clanking as the beads and small skulls crashed into one another. His voice rumbled deeply, a thing of rock and stone that spoke of age and wisdom as old as the earth itself.

Truly not a larger man existed than Dorn. If Taurajo, bulked up with his growth potions was big, then Dorn was a giant. Muscles rippled through his body from head to toe, as strong and unbreakable as steel. Chances are he could crush a man's head between his pectorals if he so wished, let alone the massive bulges of meat that were his biceps. He was... terrible, yet there was beauty in the perfection of masculinity that was his body.

Everyone scrambled to make way for him, detaching flesh from flesh and leaving Doreth lying alone on his back, legs stuck rigid in the air, cum leaking from every hole. Well, everyone except Don'tnerfme moved; he was far to engrossed in the wet slapping sound his cock made as he fucked Doreth's rump. Dorn let out an unintelligible mutter, akin to the sound two boulders grinding together would make, before stepping forward.

Each step was a hammer crashing down upon an anvil, a thud that sent ripples through solid stone to be picked up by the hooves of the rest of his team. He discarded his blood-stained armour as he moved closer, dropping pieces of dull, dirty metal that clanged and clanked and splattered the floor with crimson. His garments were soon to follow, having to be peeled back from his body due to the copious amounts of sweat he was lathered in. Nude, he seemed even larger than he was armoured! Truly he was a beast of unrivalled proportions.

Thick fingers wrapped around the smaller Tauren's neck, one hand almost enough to encapsulate it fully. Displaying a complete and utter effortlessness, he lifted the bull up, then threw him back, sending him sailing a few meters through the air to land in a heap upon the floor. "Good evening Doreth." With gentle hands he leaned forward and stroked Doreth's cheek, a coy smile upon his lips. He gave Doreth a small kiss on the forehead, a token of gratitude for what was to come.

Doreth twitched, recognition finally taking a hold. As Dorn stood tall before him, towering over his comparatively tiny body, Doreth couldn't help but let out a little moan. You didn't think I was going to describe everything but his cock, right? It was a knee-swinger in the truest sense of the word, a gigantic rod of meat that had a heat of its own, complete with a thick median ring and a flared head that might take an hour to go down. Thicker all around than even Taurajo's bulging dog-knot, you wouldn't be blamed for mistaking the thing as a weapon of war, not a weapon of love. You could also not be blamed for whimpering when you felt it pressing between your arse cheeks and sliding up against your might-as-well-be-virginal hole - as Doreth was doing now.

"Dor-" Dorn pressed two fingers to Doreth's lips, enough to almost cover it completely. He hushed the squirming bull and then, confident in his command, released his mouth. Then, with all the pleasantries over and done with, the traditions observed and the customs recognized - Dorn begun.

"Oh An'she!"

The feeling that overwhelmed Doreth as Dorn's helm penetrated simultaneously reached heights of pain and pleasure and yet somehow was not bound to either. It was simply indescribable by anything other than a feeling of "fullness". Fullness crept through his body, entering his very core. There was not a piece of him that was not filled by Dorn, not one nerve in his body that was wholly removed from Dorn's presence. It was both physically confining, yet spiritually liberating. He might even say he felt a little closer to the Earthmother now. After all, what says nature look a good, hard fuck?

And a good hard fuck it was! While he wasn't as wild as Warshank, and not as gentle as Bramble (in his shy moods), Dorn was powerful in his lovemaking. Each thrust was both long and punching, a swaying, rhythmic movement that buried flare to balls, then pulled right out again. Doreth hadn't even noticed yet, but the bull had leant over him and grabbed a hold of his horns, so as to give more force to his onslaught.

Even with his meat pulled almost three-quarters out, there was still a noticeable lump in Doreth's stomach; a distended bump which only got even more obscene as Dorn continued. Doreth found himself being pushed back along the table, inch by inch, near close to falling off it as the Warrior pounded at him ferociously. (Un)fortunately, Dorn was not one to take his time in his lovemaking. Perhaps he got bored easily, or maybe he just had a little compassion for his conquests; either way, he was soon done with Doreth. He groaned his big, deep, rumbling groan, and then was quiet as he expelled his seed into Doreth's rump.

He came... and came... and came and came and came until Doreth felt he would explode! There was a loud, wet sloppy sound as Dorn pulled free, followed by a sudden torrent of warm seed. Doreth gasped; he didn't want to know what his arse looked like at the moment. Dorn stood, laying his flaccid, cum-leaking club over Doreth's groin, a hint of a smirk upon his lips. "You know, Doreth, I always loved-"

Dorn was cut off as the deafening sound of a Horde victory fanfare erupted throughout the vale. The warrior was shocked, jaw hanging, as quiet descended. Suddenly they all burst into laughter (except poor, barely conscious Doreth of course!). It seemed they had won the match, one-to-zero, while they had been busy fucking. The Alliance team, once finally free of the terror that was Dorn, had scurried off to their base to hide. Understandable, I mean, would you even try to fight against someone with THAT thing hanging between his legs?! Who cares that they had all the time and leisure to sneak in while the herd of bulls were busy humping each other!

So, what lesson did we learn today friends? Was it that invisibility does not equal invincibility? Perhaps it was to never mess with a charging, vicious herd of masculine bulls? Or maybe it was something about never giving up in the face of adversity? ...Nah.

Surely, we all know the single, defining lesson of this story; a moral that, once learned, must never be forgotten. And that lesson is: Second. Wind. O. P.