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Kilrogg's Trophies

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*Warning: Contains graphic and fatal depictions of vore and crushing*

Only slivers of the Pale Lady were visible through the otherwise dark cracks of the jungle canopy. Casting a silver-blue glow on the vegetation that surrounded them, the light was barely enough to illuminate their way. At times, their mission seemed doomed to fail.

By the grace of Exarch Naielle, the draenei hunter Veliru was to lead a small group of specialized warriors - assisted by two Alliance humans - to assassinate Kilrogg Deadeye and secure a forward position in the Tanaan Jungle. If the Rangari intelligence was true, as it often was, then success of the mission was virtually guaranteed. However, as Veliru stared at the silver light of the Pale Lady, he was not so certain.

"How long must we wait? He could already be dead, and if Matt got caught, he'd be orc food by now. That scout can barely swat a fly let alone take on an orc warlord," the human rogue, Alton Corsetto, muttered, whittling his initials into the bark of the nearest tree with one of his steel daggers. His patience was clearly wearing thin.

Deroth, the draenei mage, stroked one of the light-blue tendrils on his chin. "We must be patient. Without knowing Kilrogg's exact route, we cannot ambush him properly."

"And why just six of us?" Alton's complaints were getting louder. "I'm sure you guys are great and all, but an orc warlord is not someone to underestimate. I mean you expect us to go up against the leader of the Bleeding Hollow clan?"

"Kilrogg is weak. He will fall." Veliru put a stop to the human's ramblings. He had been put off by Exarch Naielle's suggestion to hire human scouts, but he knew his place.

A soft rustling of the twilight-colored ferns buzzed behind them, and all five of them drew their weapons. The draenei warrior, Brafmiir, positioned himself in front, readying his greatsword, the white steel of his heavy breastplate reflecting the soft rays of the Pale Lady.

"It is just me," a voice whispered from behind the thick flora. Matt Victoro's hand pushed through the web of dark-purple leaves, still covered by his well-worn leather glove. He emerged from the brush and greeted everyone with a silent salute.

"What news, Matt?" Talaan queried. As the last draenei of the group, Talaan was the cleric and healer.

Brafmiir placed one of his huge hands atop Matt's shoulder. "Kilrogg near?" he asked. He spoke softly, his common not as fluent as the others.

"Yes," Matt quickly interjected and stepped toward Veliru. His face was flushed with red under the leather cap that sat on his crown. Something was clearly upsetting him. "The Rangari intelligence was correct. He's headed right our way with two other orcs."

Veliru pulled the human close and asked, "How long?"

"Right now," a deep, hoarse voice cracked from their left flank.

They turned to find nothing but darkness under the shadow of the canopy - nothing except for one blazing-red orb. It resembled a hell's flame, hovering midair like a firefly.

The beast stepped out from the shadows and into the glow of the moon. A huge orc stood before them, his right eye fixed fiercely upon them, the left permanently shut with deep cuts of scar tissue. Without a doubt, it was Kilrogg Deadeye.

"Draenei! Take your positions!" Veliru commanded.

Brafmiir and Alton took front with Talaan and Deroth behind them. Veliru and Matt stood at their sides, drawing their first arrows. The two other orcs at Kilrogg's side took defensive positions in front of the warlord.

Veliru and Matt let their arrows fly. The battle was afoot.

The orcs moved with stunning speed, something that Veliru had not anticipated. The first blow was struck by Brafmiir, a clean side sweep of his greatsword, disabling one of the orcs and knocking him to the ground. However, Kilrogg broke through their line and punctured Talaan with his toothblade axe, disabling their healer right at the start.

It was too late for Deroth to react. Kilrogg had already broken through the line before his spell went off, freezing the orc that Alton was battling. The warlord hit the mage with a similar strike while dropping a large bag of greenish powder between them all. He removed himself from the group and backed away, watching as the powder created a dusty haze around all six of them.

Veliru marched out from the green cloud around them and drew a small sword from the hilt around his waist. "It is too late, Kilrogg. Your guards are dead and soon you will join them."

Kilrogg raised his axe to meet with Veliru's sword, but he wasn't nearly fast enough for the hunter. The cold steel pierced Kilrogg's dark, rust-colored flesh and slid with ease between the ribs of his broad chest. A smile crept across the hunter's face. Victory was at hand.

"By the Light, our debts will be paid," Veliru uttered, his eyes staring into the depths of Kilrogg's empty soul. "This land will be cleansed of your darkness."

The orc warlord chuckled as blood spattered from his mouth, dripping from his ivory fangs. "But not today, draenei," Kilrogg coughed.

Veliru's eyes widened with horror as he watched the image of Kilrogg blur in front of him and felt an icy fire overtake him from within. He dropped to his knees and stared as the blood on his sword faded into the remnants of an illusion.

"W-what sorcery is this?" the draenei stuttered, his vision beginning to dim.

The distorted image of Kilrogg approached him, and the skull that hung on the orc's belt stared at him with the hunger of the dead.

"Having visions?" the orc grinned with sadistic pleasure. "That's the venom. But worse horrors await you now, draenei."

"V-venom?" Veliru uttered before slipping into unconsciousness, his companions already face-down on the jungle floor.

"By my blood, I knew today was not the day of my death," Kilrogg boasted. "It was a deadly mistake to confront the Bleeding Hollow clan, and you will receive your well-deserved punishments."

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Everything felt off, Matt thought. He didn't even remember passing out. Just a green haze and then - poof - darkness. But he was surprised that he could feel, and all that he could feel was weakness. Was that what death was supposed to feel like? Should death have felt like anything?

But there were noises, too. Noises that hung at the edge of his hearing. The crackle of a fire? He was afraid to open his eyes, haunted by the thought that he was Kilrogg's prisoner. Perhaps, he considered, it would have been better if he had died.

However, Matt couldn't resist the urge; he had to take a peek. His left eye crept open but everything was still mostly a blur. He blinked, taking time to focus his vision, and the yellow dance of a flame came into view. And waving above the cursed fire were the torn banners of the Bleeding Hollow clan, hanging proudly on the wooden rafters.

But something was wrong with the entire scene. It was obvious he was in an orcish hut, but the space around him was an expanse that he did not recognize - it was absolutely huge! Either the world around him had grown, or he'd been shrunken by a witchcraft of which he'd never heard. The latter made the most sense, but both were horrible realities.

The smell of rotten flesh infested his nose, causing it to curl in disgust. Above the fire the charred remains of some unrecognizable creature rested on a wooden spit, and hanging on each of the circle of worn, wooden columns were mounted trophies of various beasts. It was then, after the idea of burning flesh contaminated his thoughts, he recognized the absence of any coverings over his skin; he was naked, stripped of his armor and clothing.

Below him, the uneven knots and splinters of wood poked at his side, ensuring that he understood even more that he was, in fact, still alive. And without a doubt - if he did not take his current opportunity to escape - his fate was to be worse than death.

Matt rose to his knees and took the chance to look around the hut. The rest of his party, the four draenei and Alton, remained unconscious. Just like him they were all nude, their armor and weapons gone, not that they'd be of much use at their current size. He crawled, first, over to Alton, who was nearest to him. Thankfully, not a single orc was yet in the hut with them.

"Wake up, Alton," Matt whispered, pushing hard against the rogue's chest.

Nothing.

It was as if Alton was in an unshakable sleep.

The scout proceeded down the line of his companions and each remained unaffected by his attempts to rouse them. The poison, or spell, or whatever it may have been was strong. He wondered how he'd been able to resist it more easily than the others and concluded that he must've received less of an exposure.

It's no use, Matt told himself. I'm getting the hell out of here.

Getting down from the table was a bit of a task but nothing too difficult for an adept scout like Matt. He noticed Kilrogg's axe leaning against the table with one of its teeth stuck a good inch into the wood. The thing's shaft was long enough to reach the ground, so Matt used it to shimmy his way to the dirt floor.

Once he was rooted firmly on the ground, he finally got a good grasp on just how small he was. His height, in comparison to the table and axe that towered over him, must've been nothing more than a few inches. It was the perfect vulnerability, and he wondered exactly what that vile orc warlord had had planned for them. It didn't matter, however. At his current size, he'd be able to use his knack for stealth to a much greater degree.

He dashed toward the warped, wood walls of the hut, making sure his feet did not create a single sound. It was easy to remain silent with such tiny legs. He wasn't even a whisper at the edge of hearing. Flush with the wall, he started toward the exit, his bare feet collecting more dirt as he inched his way there.

"How are my toys?" a voice boomed from outside the hut and burst through the animal-skin doorway. It was Kilrogg. "Awake yet?"

Matt froze, remaining out of the warlord's sight.

Kilrogg marched over to the table to account for his playthings. "The pathetic worms are still sleeping," he noticed, leaning in closer to get a good look with his only functioning eye.

"One, two, three, four, five," he counted, pausing at the end. "Five?"

Shit! The scout cursed, still sliding along the wall, a mere two feet from the exit. He increased his pace to the rate his heart was currently beating.

Kilrogg's good eye darted around the hut in search of his missing toy. His titanic, muscular body twisted and turned as the orc scanned every inch. "You can't escape Kilrogg, puny creature."

Matt kept moving. He couldn't stop. Not now.

Just - a few - more - inches.

"There you are!" Kilrogg exclaimed, spotting the puny scout just as he reached the opening. He stomped toward the human, shaking the ground with a mighty quake each time his massive foot came crashing to the floor.

The tremors caused Matt to lose balance and he fell to his knees. I was so close, he thought before the orc's hand engulfed him, pinning him deep into the dirt. Kilrogg coiled his thick fingers around the human's whole body, encasing him in a prison of dirt and orc flesh. No matter what, he now belonged to Kilrogg.

The warlord let out a roar of laughter, "A sneaky one. But not sneaky enough. Since you like the dirt, I've got the perfect thing for you after you watch the first show." Matt could feel himself moving, dragged through the air in the palm of Kilrogg's filthy grasp. "But first, we have to wake your friends."

Kilrogg strolled over to the table where Matt's companions still lay, all of them naked. He grabbed a clay mug with his open hand and brought to with him over to the fire. After drawing a dagger from around his belt with the same hand, he positioned the mug below the eye of whatever creature had been roasting on the spit. He thrust the dagger straight into the thing, letting the transparent liquid drip down the knife's hilt and into the earthen cup. The clear ooze mixed with whatever previous concoction had been in the mug, releasing a puff of blue smoke in the process. Matt only got a glimpse of all of this through the crack in Kilrogg's fingers. He figured that the eye fluid must have been a catalyst for some kind of antidote.

"Time for the first show," the orc announced, manipulating Matt with his massive hand in order to pop the human's head out between his fingers for a front row seat.

Kilrogg lifted the mug above his five little toys and began pouring the contents onto their bare skin, making a soft, sizzling sound as the substance entered their flesh. In an instant, they all snapped back to consciousness.

"What black magic is this?" Deroth grunted. "I am unable to move!"

"Yes, it takes longer for the paralysis to wear off," Kilrogg explained before he licked his lips, drawing pleasure from their helplessness. Matt even caught the gigantic orc massaging his crotch with his free hand. Did the depravity of this orc know no bounds? Matt now knew exactly what Kilrogg intended to do with his prisoners.

The titan looked over his petrified subjects, wondering where to start. "Now who should I play with first?"

"This is not over, orc!" Brafmiir yelled, his once powerful battle-cry reduced to the squeak of a mouse. The warrior's limbs contracted and twisted as his stark constitution overcame the paralysis much faster than the others. "You still die!

"Looks like this one will have the pleasure to be first," Kilrogg grinned, removing his free hand from his crotch and snatching up Brafmiir. "Come here, my toy. We've got some time to kill before we play with the others."

Brafmiir struggled within the strong squeeze of Kilrogg's grasp, wriggling his naked body between the rough, calloused flesh around him. Because the orc had thoroughly rubbed his genitals earlier, a thick scent of the orc's sex remained on his palm, nauseating the helpless draenei. Brafmiir gagged within his prison, overcome by the acrid stench.

Kilrogg released his toy a foot from the ground, and Brafmiir crashed to the dirt on his back. The draenei warrior clambered to his feet, still stunned by the orc's nasty odor.

The orc knelt down close to Brafmiir, exhaling heartily into the warrior's face as he spoke. "You have a choice, draenei. Accept your fate like an honorable warrior. Or attempt to flee like the cowards you draenei truly are. Either way, by my will, you will be crushed."

"Brafmiir is valiant. Brafmiir fights to the end!"

The left corner of Kilrogg's lips curled up into a satisfied smirk. "Good. I will see if you live your words, draenei," he roared, rising back up to his feet.

Kilrogg did not waste a single second. His right foot lifted from the dirt and glided over to Brafmiir, hovering above the draenei's head for a second. Brafmiir reacted instinctually and threw his arms above his head. They met with the firm, coarse flesh of the bottom of Kilrogg's foot, which reeked of a warm and fusty body odor.

The orc warlord shifted his enormous weight and placed some pressure on the warrior. Brafmiir's elbows buckled and the orc's foot descended rapidly upon his face, coating it in a muddy mixture of orc sweat and soil. Some of it entered his nose and mouth. Brafmiir retched.

Matt had felt only dread as he watched Brafmiir attempt to resist his fate. It was clear to him that Kilrogg was just playing with the proud draenei, getting some kind of sadistic pleasure from it.

"Are you ready for the main event, toy?" Kilrogg asked Matt, not really caring for an answer. He was intent on breaking Matt.

The human felt something change. Kilrogg leaned forward and the defined musculature of his powerful leg contracted. Matt couldn't watch. He squeezed his eyes shut and prayed that Brafmiir's death would be quick and quiet. The sound of a foot crashing to the earth boomed and Matt assumed the worst.

"I knew it!" the orc warlord exclaimed.

Matt's eyes snapped back open and caught sight of a tiny draenei scurrying away from the deep footprint Kilrogg had made in the dirt.

"Coward!" growled the orc. "Your pathetic will has been broken, draenei."

Kilrogg stomped after the puny draenei, dropping down a few feet before the warrior. He slammed his left hand directly in front of him and Brafmiir crashed right into it.

"No!" Brafmiir squealed, before being forced to the ground by Kilrogg's thick, heavy fingers.

The orc hung his head directly above the warrior, holding the draenei in place with two dirty digits. "You're mine!" Kilrogg spat, spilling his hot, foul breath all over Brafmiir.

While holding the warrior in place, Kilrogg replaced his fingers with the ball of his foot. His big toe landed on Brafmiir's head and pushed it into the dirt. More of the orc's sweat broke past the draenei's lips and dripped down his throat, tasting like an overly salted cut of rotting meat.

"No, no, no!" The warrior's muffled screams continued from under the orc's heavy foot. Kilrogg dug his foot in deeper, causing a few cracking sounds as Brafmiir's bones began to break.

Underneath the immense pressure of Kilrogg's foot, Brafmiir's body was growing numb from shock. The only senses that remained were that of taste and smell, even his ears had stopped functioning. It was a hellish horror beyond words that the warrior draenei's last experience was the smell and taste of an orc's potent and noxious body odor.

Kilrogg leaned forward with all of his weight and finished the job. Without much resistance, Brafmiir was crushed with a popping sound that Matt wished he could escape from hearing. It was something that would haunt his memories -- if he was to even live to have memories.

Matt closed his eyes tight. But he could still hear the horror coming from the screams of his other four companions as Kilrogg wiped what remained of Brafmiir from the bottom of his soiled foot. Some of Brafmiir's blue blood remained as a stain on Kilrogg's big toe.

Matt could feel himself moving toward the sight of Brafmiir's remains.

"Take a look at what remains of your companion, toy. Know the power of Kilrogg, warlord of the Bleeding Hollow clan!"

Matt couldn't do it. He couldn't look, even if it meant the death of him.

"I said look!" Kilrogg barked, shaking the puny human in his hand. Matt still refused to lift a single lid. "Fine. I'll find a much more worthy place for a weakling like you."

The human felt himself being carried through the air once more. And although he had closed off sight of the hell around him, his hearing still exposed him to the terrors of his fate. The sound of clothing sliding along the orc's flesh could not be ignored. Matt's fear still overpowered him, but he just had to know. He had to know exactly what the orc warlord was about to do to him.

His eyes inched open to the sight of Kilrogg's pants sliding down his muscular legs, revealing his huge, plump ass. The orc leaned forward spreading the dark abyss of his crack. Matt cringed, realizing there was nothing he could do as Kilrogg inched the tiny human closer to his sweaty ass. Before long, nothing but the dark trench and the dirty hole of the orc's fat buttocks was in view. Matt tried to thrash about as Kilrogg opened his hand and shoved the unfortunate human deep between his supple cheeks, depositing the human right next to his anus.

"Just try to sneak out of my ass, bitch," Kilrogg's voice rumbled from the soft flesh that engulfed Matt's entire body.

Hardly any light was able to pierce the orc's tight ass, but Matt could still see Kilrogg's rancid hole. It spread about an inch and released a deadly explosion of gas. The fart was forceful enough to vibrate the flesh around Matt, but Kilrogg stood back up, clenching his ass and sealing in the rotten flavor and aroma of his flatulence. The tiny human nearly passed out but remained acutely aware of his personal hell.

Kilrogg sauntered back to the table, his ass cheeks rubbing back and forth along Matt's sides. "Who's next?" he asked.

"By the light, you will pay for this, orc!" the cleric, Talaan, condemned Kilrogg. "All foul demons will face their judgment."

"Thank you for volunteering, draenei."

"Stop this at once, Kilrogg! Don't toy with us. Just end our lives with honor!" Veliru demanded, hardly in the position to make a request.

Kilrogg leaned closer to Veliru and his pearly assemblage of fangs twisted to an expression of evil glee. "I'm saving you for last."

He manipulated each of them so they'd have a good view of the next show, and then pulled his gigantic cock up to rest on the table. His balls spread out near the edge of the table and his erection stood at a forty-five degree angle. It was near the size of a stone tower to the shrunken draenei and human.

"You are sick, orc!" Alton finally uttered his first words after coming to consciousness. "Let me go. You don't need me. Your gripe is with these draenei!"

"You two pathetic worms are the first humans I've captured and you think I would release you? At least the other worm isn't complaining," Kilrogg roared with laughter and let another toxic puff of gas rip against Matt's face. "I think I'll be keeping you as prizes. So you better get used to being my bitch."

Kilrogg took hold of Talaan. The cleric was still paralyzed and unable to do anything except watch as his fate unfolded in front of him. The orc warlord held the tiny draenei with care as he carried him over to the head of his cock. Like a ravenous dog drooling over its master's food, it dripped with pre-cum, prepping his urethra with a necessary lubricant.

"You couldn't possibly!" Talaan shrieked.

The orc grinned, "Watch me!"

With two hefty fingers, Kilrogg held Talaan's legs together and eased the draenei's feet into the tip of his erect penis. The orc let out a loud moan the moment Talaan's feet spread his cock's hole. The head constricted and the urethra tightened around the draenei's ankles pulling him in deeper.

The orc bit his top lip as he pushed the cleric farther into his cock with the thumb from his free hand, his groans of pleasure increasing in intensity. Talaan's slimmer body was eaten by the warlord's cock without resistance, his knees swallowed hungrily by the tip. Kilrogg pinched the draenei's hands tight against his thighs. He pushed once more with his thumb and his swelling penis welcomed even more of Talaan.

With his hands and hip consumed by Kilrogg's monstrous manhood, the rest was downhill for Talaan - literally. The orc released his thumb and fingers from the draenei and Talaan's descent began instantly, slowly sliding deeper into Kilrogg's long shaft. It did not take much time. The ravenous penis swallowed him up to his neck with pre-cum oozing all around him, lubricating him further. Talaan took one last breath before the orc's flesh wrapped around his face and constricted above the crown of his head, sealing him within Kilrogg's hard shaft.

The giant orc coiled his thumb and pointer finger around the tip of his cock, directly above Talaan's head. He wrapped the rest of his fingers around it and squeezed. With a firm massaging motion, Kilrogg moved his hand downward in one slow stroke. Everyone watched as the form of Talaan's body slid with the orc's hand all the way down to the base of Kilrogg's cock.

Kilrogg moaned one last time as he used a single finger to push the remaining bits of Talaan's figure down into his left testicle, which still rested near the edge of the table. The orc's ball swelled with its new occupant, and his scrotum wrapped tightly around the draenei's body creating a ghastly bulge of Talaan's torso and face.

"My balls will dissolve him and turn him into more of my wonderful orc seed, which I'm saving later for you, draenei," Kilrogg teased, pointing at Veliru.

Everyone was speechless at the horror they'd just witnessed. Only Matt, Alton, Deroth, and Veliru remained.

"I think it's clear who's next," Kilrogg smiled, massaging his balls in order to dissolve Talaan faster. Muffled screams rang out from within the orc's scrotum, growing quieter by the second. By the time Kilrogg's new victim, Deroth, was in his grasp, the cleric's soft cries of agony ceased entirely.

"Do your worst, orc. You will never break my will!" Deroth shouted from within Kilrogg's fist. His body may have been unable to move, but that didn't stop his spirit.

The warlord chuckled, "My worst? Fine. You asked for it."

Matt felt his body shift as the fat flesh around him twisted. Kilrogg turned so the bottom of his ass cheeks rested upon the edge of the table. He bent over, spreading his crack and exposing Alton and Veliru to his dark hole. Drawing in a breath of fresher air, Matt struggled to wiggle free of the orc's butt but it was useless.

"Everyone ready for the next show?" Kilrogg asked, his hand gliding toward his taint, bringing Deroth's face dangerously close to his anus.

Matt and Deroth's eyes met. The draenei's expression was filled with terror, but he was doing all he could to hide it from Kilrogg. The mage remained silent.

The human was forced to watch another of his companion's fates as the orc pressed the draenei deep into the flesh of his dirty taint, the putrid stink of the orc's sweat and sex drenching the poor soul. With two fingers, Kilrogg slid the draenei closer to his eager hole. Covered in the orc's grimy sweat, the mage slid effortlessly until his face pressed against the clenched flesh of Kilrogg's anus.

As he watched the orc's dirty hole wrap its flesh around the draenei's head, Matt stopped his struggles. His reality had finally begun to sink in. It was pointless to deny it anymore. He belonged to the great orc. In fact, with that realization there was a bit of comfort. He had always desired to be a part of something powerful, and Kilrogg was demonstrating that power.

The orc let out a sigh of pleasure as Deroth's tiny head was consumed by his hole. He clenched his buttocks and tightened his sphincter securely around the draenei's neck. He let the mage dangle from his anus for a second as he repositioned a single finger on Deroth's back. With a gentle push from his finger, his ass willingly swallowed more of the draenei, all the way down to Deroth's waist.

Kilrogg clenched again, holding the mage in place as he pinched Deroth's legs together with two fingers. Matt watched in awe as the orc's ass devoured the rest of the draenei in a slow, smooth motion. It was odd. He couldn't help but feel proud of his new master.

Only Deroth's light-blue feet remained outside the orc's rectum, the ridged sphincter tight around his ankles.

"Finish him, master!" Matt cried out to Kilrogg, instantly surprised by those words escaping his lips. Was his will broken? Or did he actually love it? Something about the orc's ruthlessness was a sudden craving he needed to sate, and watching him destroy the draenei in such humiliating ways was... pleasurable.

A wide grin spread across Kilrogg's face. The human had accepted his new master so quickly. "If it pleases you, toy."

Veliru and Alton were shocked even more than Matt that the human had given into the orc and accepted him as master, but they kept watching Deroth's fate in horror. Kilrogg placed the tip of his huge finger onto the draenei's feet. The anticipation was mounting as he held it there for a few seconds.

"Do it, master! Push him in deep. Make him become a part of your great body!" Matt cheered.

Kilrogg exhaled with a moan of ecstasy and shoved his thick finger all the way, burying Deroth far within his unclean ass. He removed his finger slowly, the flesh pinching together around his claw, sealing Deroth forever inside the warlord.

Matt smiled, "He is lucky to be a part of you, master."

"That he is, my toy. But an orc's ass is a hell like none other. I can feel the weakling struggling right now. But soon enough he will succumb and become one with me."

"Will I have that honor, too, master?"

"No, my toy. You have a much better honor of being my trophy. Your home will forever be my ass," Kilrogg explained to Matt. He stood back up and his plump ass cheeks engulfed the tiny human once more. Matt settled in, taking in a deep breath of the orc's overpowering sex and letting it intoxicate him.

Matt's muffled voice resonated from within Kilrogg's ass, "Thank you master."

"So," the orc warlord began, "Just two more left."

Alton broke down and started to beg Kilrogg, "Please! I don't want to die. I-I'll be your trophy, too. Please, master? I just want to live."

"Very well. I'll give you your chance, toy."

"You humans are weak!" Veliru condemned both Matt and Alton. "How could the men of the Alliance be so dishonorable? Face your fate with courage!"

"These humans are smart, draenei. Perhaps if you beg your master for mercy he'll make your death a quick one," Kilrogg offered.

"I do not make deals with orcs!"

"A slow death it is then."

"Y-yes, master. Give him what he deserves," Alton stuttered, poorly pretending a loyalty to Kilrogg.

"Your words do not ring of truth like the one in my ass, human. You will be tested of your loyalty."

Kilrogg raised his voice and called out in orcish. Everyone assumed, correctly, that he was calling for one of his grunts.

"I will need some assistance for the finale," he explained, finally grabbing both Alton and Veliru.

"No!" Alton wailed in horror. "What do you need me for? I am loyal, master. Truly, I am! I don't want to die!"

"We shall see, human."

Another orc, shorter and bulkier than Kilrogg, brushed aside the animal skin at the entrance. "My life for the Iron Horde. You called, master?"

"Yes," Kilrogg began, "I need help disposing of this last draenei and I require your assistance."

"By the light you will pay, you spawn of demons!" Veliru spat.

"Your cleric uttered those same words, draenei. And now he's nothing more than a mess of orc seed," the warlord parried, grabbing his balls and working them with Veliru still in hand. The loose skin of his scrotum wrapped around the tiny draenei, covering him in orc sweat. "Can you hear him in there - swishing around as a slimy mess? Don't worry. He'll be joining you soon - just like I promised."

Kilrogg removed his hand from his ball sack and positioned Veliru near the tip of his still-erect and throbbing penis. Its veins swelled by the excess blood pumped by the orc's powerful heart. The constant pleasure had been building up Kilrogg's desire to climax, and with Veliru, he was going to do just that.

"So you reserved the same fate for me, orc?" Veliru scowled at the sick sight of the orc's thick cock, his face nearly making contact with it.

"No, I have something much better planned for you," he replied, meeting with Veliru's angry stare. He smiled. Although the draenei thought he could hide it well, there was a glimmer of utter terror somewhere behind those eyes, and the Kilrogg knew it. And he reveled in it.

Kilrogg turned to the other orc and stated, "I hope you're hungry, orc - because I've got a big meal for you."

"I am always hungry, master. This meal will be an honor," the grunt answered.

"Good," Kilrogg looked down to Alton. "That's what a real master's servant sounds like, toy. But we've delayed enough. Let the show begin."

The warlord bent slightly at the knees, choosing a position he'd be most comfortable. The grunt, knowing exactly what to do without Kilrogg's command, knelt down in front of him. On his knees, he scooted closer to Kilrogg and licked his lips.

Veliru swallowed hard knowing that there was nothing he could do. Kilrogg tightened his grip around the draenei and proceeded to shove him into the tip of his gigantic cock. His flesh gave way to Veliru's head at first, but slowly the orc's hole spread and gladly accepted the hunter. The head of the orc's cock eagerly flowed over Veliru's head like a snake swallowing its prey.

Kilrogg moaned and jerked as small amounts of creamy liquid oozed out around Veliru. The pre-cum continuously lubricated the draenei as the orc eased him deeper into his cock's shaft, the bottom of it expanding to the form of Veliru's upper half. The hunter wiggled a bit just after his shoulders were consumed by Kilrogg's urethra.

"Looks like the paralysis has worn off," the orc observed, feeling Veliru's struggles within his fat cock. "At such a lovely time, too. Just keep struggling, draenei. It feels wonderful."

Veliru couldn't hear him. The orc's pre had begun to fill his mouth, nose, and ears.

Kilrogg pinched the draenei's sides and shoved him in - this time up to his tiny hips. The orc continued to twitch with sadistic satisfaction as his cock's prey thrashed about, trying to escape. Pre-cum continued to drip out from around the draenei, dripping down his tiny legs and feet.

"Here is your chance to prove yourself, human," Kilrogg began and dropped Alton atop his stout cock. "Hold on tight."

"W-what!?" Alton exclaimed as the world around him started to grow dark. The moment he realized that the grunt's mouth was wrapping around Kilroggs cock, he stretched his arms and legs as far around the huge, sweaty cock as possible. He straddled it with all of his strength as the grunt's lips closed around him. The dark and tepid prison was going to be a ride that meant life or death for the tiny human.

Immediately, the grunt went to work on Kilrogg's cock, sucking it gently at first, pulling the foreskin up and down around the head - and Alton with it. Beads and strings of hot saliva dripped all over the tiny human as he hung on for dear life, but the slimy substance made it so much harder. Still, he grabbed as much of the orc's foreskin in his hand as possible and rode with the grunt's motions.

Veliru gagged and choked as even more of Kilrogg's pre-cum spilled into his face. He was pulled out and pushed back into the orc's cock by something - he did not know that it was the back of the grunt's throat. He thought that Kilrogg was just using him as a toy to pleasure the inside of his cock.

Kilrogg swayed with pleasure as the grunt sucked faster, but he needed more control in order to orgasm. He grabbed the back of the grunt's head and thrust his cock all the way down his throat. The sudden movement pushed Veliru the rest of the way into Kilrogg's shaft, with the tip swallowing his feet and drawing him in even farther. But that didn't matter. The orc pounded the grunt's mouth harder with each thrust and his prostate began to swell, filling with loads of his seed.

With one last powerful thrust, the giant orc jerked and the semen rushed forth from his swollen balls. The torrent of sticky, white liquid met with Veliru and propelled his tiny body straight out of Kilrogg's cock and into the back of the grunt's throat. The grunt eagerly swallowed his master's seed with pleasure, and Veliru went with it.

The tiny draenei was oblivious to what was happening. Everything was pitch-black, but something tugged at him from all directions pulling him downward into an even blacker abyss. With loads of gooey cum around him, he slid effortlessly down the grunt's esophagus and into his stomach. The flesh contracted around him and instantly went to work dissolving him, and with his skin burning, Veliru finally realized where he was. He yelled out in horror, still covered in the slimy remains of his companion, the cleric.

The grunt fell back to his ass as he swallowed the last bits of Kilrogg's cum. He let out a loud belch and rubbed his happy and full gut, feeling the draenei inside of him succumbing to his acids.

"Thank you, master," the grunt said, panting.

"You are welcome," Kilrogg replied. "You may leave now. I've got two more toys to continue playing with."

"I-I-I-I-y-yes-m-master," Alton was stuttering, his mind completely broken, still clinging tight to the orc's cock.

Matt, however, writhed in pleasure in his master's ass as the orc's heavy, musky sweat drenched the tiny human's entire body. He reveled in its power - Kilrogg's power.

Kilrogg grabbed his pants and put them back on, sliding them over his two new toys - ones that he was intent on keeping forever.

"You are broken. You are mine," he declared, tightening his pants around his waist and sealing in Matt and Alton. "I hope you enjoy your new homes, because that is where you'll live the rest of your lives, my trophies."