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[I]Grglglll grll!

[/I]Like music to the ears, the gargle came from one dark alley in the depths of Orgrimmar. The sound of a bitch struggling to take in the dick of a true warrior, the mumble of a poor pet fighting against his gag reflex, and his need to breathe so he could get what reward had promised the brave.

That sound wasn't so surprising near the Drag. The place was bustling with slave merchants and shops dedicated to training tools and such. Many a brave would take the opportunity of a discreet alley to break into their new wives and bitches without a care for the world, as seen by the condoms littering here and there.

However, the sight was different than usual, and people gave the “couple" a wide berth.

The first apparent detail was the brave in question. A tauren, as given by his tremendous size. But through his dark fur and feathered cap, he was recognized: not as a mere Tauren soldier but a high-ranked member of the Grimtotem.

Those who, through circumstances, had taken control of Thunder Bluff and taken down the traitorous bunches that were the Bloodhoof lineage. Contrary to many clans, they weren't keen on talking with other races from the Horde, and their xenophobic attitude forced no-Taurens to avoid Thunder Bluff.

This made it all the more contrasting when the soldier's bitch was a gray-furred worgen whose gold eyes were watering. All the while, his muzzle was pried open by the massive equine cock he was forced to swallow. His body was mainly kept beneath a cape, but it was still possible to see the rags that were tightly set around his shoulders and arms… As well as the belt of empty condoms cinched around his waist.

A sight, explaining why the Tauren brave suddenly pulled a stuffed condom out of his satchel to hang it above the Worgen's mouth. And why the beast suddenly rushed to force the whole equine dick down his throat until it bulged obscenely.

Cum addiction. That “illness" was spreading among the slaves, making the bitches eager to get their doses but making them… relentless for it. Many a slave owner would dedicate the feeding to one of their guards. And that Worgen was no different, looking to get his dose from the tap, or a condom, or both.

The groan and gargles continued while the pet rammed his head against the Tauren's groin, saliva and precum dripping from his mouth while his hands were firmly holding onto the male's thighs to keep him steady. Back, forth, back, forth. The steady movement was one of a used bitch; his teeth minded, and his lips purled so as not to maim his male. His coarse and broad tongue was even resting against the Tauren's enormous balls to lower the pain of the hit chin.

The Worgen continued. He moaned, his ears dropped, and his eyes pleaded.

“Good bitch. I should tell Natas how good you are," said the Tauren brave while he shook the full condom above the Worgen's head to entice him. The spicy masculine scent, the pure Tauren cum was addictive and oh so tempting. It made the Canine's nostrils dilate, and his pupils followed.

And… Thrust until his snout hit the furry and greasy groin while precum poured into his stomach. An attempt to get the brave to give in… But the stud didn't.

Or, instead, he huffed while he grabbed the Worgen's head and pushed it down, against groin to keep it there. The bitch locked his mouth around the dick. And grunted. He grunted, his legs shivered, and his mouth formed an “O" from the delight. And… Cum dripped from the Worgen's mouth and nose.

The golden eyes rolled; something between the Worgen's legs dripped and added to the pooling fluid.

Finally, the brave pulled away with a chuckle, leaving the Worgen coughing and grunting.

“My- The condom… For my sash," finally groaned the Canine by raising a hand towards the brave, who huffed in return, and the other hand to his throat.

“You already got your meal, bitch. You're way too greedy!" he said.

The Tauren raised his hand, holding the condom right above the Worgen's head, and… He flicked it. One moment, the condom swayed left and right. The second, a little wind cut burst the plastic open… Releasing its stinky and musky content all over the Worgen's head.

Worgen, who, in return, cried with wide eyes.

“A-Are you stupid?" he shouted, his hands passing over his now-matted fur.

He looked at his fingers and watched the fluid dripping from them. And gargled when a firm hand grabbed him by the throat.

“What did you say? I'm stupid?"

The Worgen growled, trying to scratch those fingers away to get some wiggle room… But that hand was firm and squeezing the air out of him.

“Yes," he said, firmly, and grunted despite the increased pressure on his vocal cords. “To go against Na-tas… Words."

His breathing thinning and the trickle of air turning into a whisper, the Worgen's golden eyes fluttered. But then, opened when the hand relaxed, and he could breathe.

“First warning. I won't be so kind to you," growled the Tauren, stepping back and adjusting his loincloth. He put it back on the front to cover his generous manhood. Despite this, the organ dripped with fluid as it retracted in its sheath, coating his humongous balls and pooling on the ground.

“Threaten me not. You know why you are here. Natas wouldn't accept you wound me," answered the Worgen as he stood up slowly, one hand rubbing his sore neck. That idiot had nearly crushed his vocal cords, and speaking was a pain. But an old King had to ignore it.

Genn Greymane sighed, feeling the sticky cum all over his head. Such a good dose of cum had been wasted because of Elsok's cocky attitude. The brave was certainly a part of Natas' inner circle, helping him lead the Grimtotems. But he was a brutish Tauren who had no qualms about making the Worgen's life more difficult.

Even their travel from Thunder Bluff to Orgrimmar had been difficult, and Genn still felt hungry despite the large cum meal he had swallowed one moment ago… Such was the pain of relying on Elsok for a regular schedule.

“Can you lead us to the Cleft of Shadow, now?" Greymane asked sourly, still massaging his throat as he adjusted the cape covering his body. Even though it was unlikely he was to be recognized, he didn't want to be… Seen as he was. Not outside his new home.

“Hrmphh. Maybe. They have changed the passageways recently; I'll have to check around," growled the Grimtotem, glancing around and checking the different shops on either side of the main alley.

Orgrimmar. In a previous life, Genn would have awaited the moment he walked through the door, not as his current self but as a King conquering and putting down a tyranny. Now, he only wanted to step outside and take the first blimp to Thunder Bluff.

The city was… Chaotic. Moreso, with the constant extension and digging, the orcs made to expand their city both upward and downward. At what would be ground level, Genn had to snap his neck to get a look up and see the upper reaches where lofty warlords lived with their precious slaves. And downward… Well, he couldn't see it, but that was where the drags lived and where he had been mandated to go by… Natas.

“Bitch, this way," suddenly shouted Elsok from a bit further into the alley, forcing the former King to step on it to get closer. He was still getting used to the added weights and the changes he kept beneath his cape. They were like hobbles, making him feel self-conscious even in the most private moments.

And… Genn knew what his partner in crime should have felt when he came to see him. Somehow, he wished that he hadn't been alone in that search, but rearing a Tauren child took a lot of attention.

“Are you sure it's there? We're not in the right direction," said Genn by the Grimtotem, glancing at the wooden posts that pointed in every direction but the Shadow Cleft: you desired to buy a new collar for your doggy slut, you had it; you thought of buying a new potion to increase your wife's sex appeal, here it was; you desired a new weapon to conquer those filthy bitches from the alliance, we provided.

But the access to the regs? Not at all.

“Admit it, we are lost," grunted Genn, his paws stomping on the dusty red ground while he checked around. That part of the city wasn't bustling with people like the other valleys. Free Braves still wandered, and Orcs guards kept watch, but the place was… Wasn't the right place, Genn thought.

“Hey, soldier! Are you looking for a new slut to add to your kennel?" suddenly butted in a nosy voice.

Genn's ears twitched, similar to Elsok's ears, while he turned to see what was a Goblin on a little wooden stand. A makeshift podium attached to a quatuor of worgens on all fours. Two on the right, two on the left, the Slave merchant had most reasons to call on Elsok proudly. Even if it wounded Greymane, he could tell the worgens were prized merchandise. Their fur glistened, their eyes glazed over, and their expressions relaxed. They had been recently broken and would, therefore, easily fit in any household… Living in the Horde was… dire.

“No, I'm good," answered Elsok by stepping closer. He might have refused, but he eagerly watched those worgens, and his slight grin told Genn how the man dreamed of possessing them. “Say, you know the direction of the Shadow Cleft? I have to drag that Bitch here."

“What? The Shadow cleft? You're not trying to get rid of your slave? That's a waste! Why don't I take that doggy off your hands?" answered the Goblin, following the pointing thumb and glancing at Genn Greymane.

In return, Genn Greymane adjusted his cape to keep his body and clothes covered, only to glance down at the Goblin strutting closer. That one wasn't waiting.

“No, she's not for sale. Hands off, green ears!" retorted Elsok, not jumping closer.

“I can spare you the walk to the Shadow Cleft, soldier! Let me check the merchand- Ohhh!"

Genn Greymane tried to hold onto his cape to cover his body, but the Goblin's firm hands had managed to pry the fold away… His eyes widened, a whistle escaped his lips, and those cogs were going double inside that green head.

Rare were the slaves who were as… Reshaped as Genn Greymane, though he wasn't alone.

Fed with potions and prepared, Genn's shape had become motherly and comely. His hips were wide, fit for rearing, while his sagging pierced breasts were weighing on his round and gravid belly. More than that, magical dyes had been applied to turn Genn's natural gray fur into the marks and brands his Owner desired.

Concentric red circles around his puffed-up nipples, a red womb brand on his underbelly, and the Bull's head, the sigil of the Grimtotem, on his upper belly.

That was not all, as more marks and brands had been left on Genn's thighs and backside. But the Worgen didn't allow the Goblin to see more of those. But it was enough for the Goblin to see that Genn was a male. Or had been.

“Sheesh! That's a quality whore! Why would you waste her beauty in the Shadow Cleft?" asked the Goblin as he stepped away, holding his hands up as he knew that Genn was some prized merchandise.

“Elsok?" asked Genn when the silence became unbearable, his voice pulling the soldier away from his contemplation.

“That's not your problem, goblin. Now, tell me where it is so we'll get on our way. Or I'll take your dogs for messing with my Chieftain's wife!"

The Goblin's eyes widened as he stepped back, then looked over his shoulder toward the four canines. He gulped, then lowered his head.

“Walk a bit further left, and an alley will be behind the nearby armor shop. That's your entry," said the Goblin, pointing in that direction. “Please, sir! Don't take my dogs! They're precious to me! I promise I won't bother any Grimtotem anymore!"

“Hmphh," huffed Elsok, raising his nose. “Fine. But I don't want to see you around when I come back. Bitch, move on."

With a movement of his chin, Elsok pointed further into the alley, forcing Genn Greymane to follow. But not without glancing above his shoulders and watching the Goblin rush to undo his makeshift stand.

“You would have taken them?" asked Genn, biting his lips. He saw those worgens, almost empty-minded and ruined, merely follow the tugs on their leash, like drones. What he had done when he sold his kind to the Goblins. It should have been their survival.

“Yes. We bought your debt, remember? Goblins lost their rights over the Worgens. Now, move. I want to see if he's right. Or I'll take his dogs," ordered Elsok with that same disdainful tone.

However, the merchant had not lied to them. Behind a poorly made armorer shop, a mountain of slag and stone was a tiny passageway leading down, lit with lanterns. There was no panel or indication, but such was the Shadow Cleft in recent years.

Genn Greymane only had a superficial knowledge about that place: it should have been the meeting place for the Warlocks working for the horde. But with Garrosh's purges and the sorcerers' assignations to the army, the place had taken a turn for the worse. Homeless would live under Orgrimmar, where the temperature was bearable both night and day, the same as the former soldiers who had been cast down. It was the latter category Genn had been sent to search. Natas had confirmed this: Elsok and Genn could find here a man who had to be brought back to Thunder Bluff.

But the prospect didn't amuse Genn as much as it made Elsok smile while they descended, and the air turned foul.

“You are enjoying this," asked the Worgen, tightly clenching his cape to keep it steady. Whores regularly went down within the cleft, Natas had warned, and the cape was a security for the Worgen. Although… Mere clothes didn't feel like a security.

“And you're afraid," retorted Elsok stepping closer. His presence made the Worgen shiver… Even more when one of those massive hands reached between his legs despite the cape to cup what was between… And give it a firm squeeze with the palm, halting them both.

“I heard how you were so brave, pragmatic, and bloodthirsty. Natas neutered you well," chuckled Elsok by the Worgen's ears while he gave those testicles another squeeze. One strong enough to stir a need within those lower reaches and make that cock drip.

“Hands off, Elsok. You can't breed me," growled the Genn, his ears dropping and saliva dripping from his mouth. “Only Natas… Can."

“The bitch shows her teeth? Or you're missing your master's cock?" laughed the Tauren, his fingers tighter around the Worgen's nuts. That pressure was unbearable, so painful.

A pitiful mewl escaped Genn's mouth before the fingers were removed, allowing the former King to breathe.

“I am… Devoted to my kind. I- I won't break our contract," groaned Genn, swiftly stepping away. Still, he could sense his cock dripping behind his cape. More, he shivered at the thought of the idea of letting Elsok continue.

“Sure you are. A shame you cannot have all that cum all for you, all to guzzle and-“

“Let's move on," grumbled Genn, stepping forward and deeper into the Shadow cleft, ignoring the trail he left in his wake.

The Shadow Cleft was, as implied by its name, dark and quite tricky to navigate. However, lamps had been set regularly, and Genn's vision was adapted to such a situation. As for Elsok, he seemed unbothered as he followed but not too close.

“… From what Natas told me, he has a goblin handler. Do you see them?"

Greymane didn't see the Goblin nor their target… What he saw were tents hastily put together where people huddled together, watching them. Most were of the Alliance, the very alliance he had to betray through a measly accord and… Let his allies to suffer. He had been warned this would be an arduous expedition, but the old Wolf thought he could endure this. He regretted it, plainly.

“I don't see them… Maybe further, I smell whores nearby," Greymane answered by raising his nose. He could smell the liquid on his face, the cum that still stuck to Elsok's cock. And further… More whores. More broken souls.

Even to its own soldiers, the Horde wasn't kind. Betrayers, failing soldiers, generals, and those who opposed or failed Garrosh ended up there, ruined and servicing the Horde in a new “grand way." And their target was no different.

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“He is with us. We're going back to Thunder Bluff," sighed Genn Greymane, his cape removed. Without it, he felt naked and humiliated as the remnants of his old mantel and pants had been scrapped and remade into a suit that embraced his thighs, legs, shoulders, arms, and thighs… All the while exposing his chest, belly, groin, and backside. More so with the belt biting his swollen belly.

“This is excellent news, Genn. But from your sullen face, I imagine your expedition to Orgrimmar has been difficult. Do you wish to talk about it?"

Velen's voice was calm and concise, always so controlled… Even now, a few days after his last birth. The old Draenei should have stayed abed, but he was back at the communication pools so they could converse through a water bowl.

It didn't help with Genn's thought as he leaned against the edges, his muzzle not so afar from the water.

Even though he could see Velen through the water's surface, it was layered with his own reflection. He could see the pierced ears, the nose ring, the bead at the tip of his tongue. And this was only his face. Much of his body had been changed to fit Natas's desires. Much of his soul, too, to accept their conditions.

“I thought my contract with the Goblins was for the best. I was content knowing my kind despised me but was safe. But those in Orgrimmar…" he stopped and sighed.

“You feel like they are your responsibility. That by choosing to abdicate, you condemned them, too," commented the Prophet, his body covered with a wide robe covering his form. The old Draenei, too, had changed.

“You know me too well, old partner. I should have followed your advice and stayed at home."

“You had to know what our allies endured," nodded Velen, his face just as sour. “But it is not your fault. Our fates were foretold; we couldn't escape them. We did our best, Genn. That is certain."

Genn grimaced but didn't answer to that. Velen, too, was plagued by that fear. A prophet's shoulders weighed more than a King's.

“Thanks for your word… Sadly, I must return to our guest. You will endure Natas in the meantime?"

“I shall… But he will be unsatisfied when you come back. Be quick," answered the Draenei, nodding to someone away before the vision disappeared, leaving Genn facing himself.

He saw his own eyes, his pathetic expression. And he sighed.

His shoulders dropped, and his hands relaxed before he let go of the water basin and turned. For the travel back to Thunder Bluff, Elsok had taken the nearest Blimp. It wasn't the fastest, but it rented many cabins that clients could use.

Commodity… Despite his years fighting the Horde, fleeing, and working in a brothel, he had experienced a commodity few had.

“Hold yourself together, Genn. It's not time to wallow," grunted the Worgen, smacking his cheeks until they were red and burning. He had duties.

One of them involved him leaving his cabin and entering Elsok's to find the black-furred Tauren missing… Replaced instead by someone else.

An Orc.

Not any orc, by any way, though Greymane hadn't had many interactions with that individual. However, he knew his name: Varok Saurfang. Technically, along with the Bloodhoof family, Varok Saurfang was one of the few Generals who opposed Garrosh Hellscream in the earlier years. Despite this, the Alliance's breaking had continued.

In an attempt to stop this folly, Varok had fomented a rebellion… But ultimately failed.

All led to the Orc sitting at the edge of the bed and suddenly jumping on his feet at the Worgen's entrance before he stopped and seemed to relax.

“Another servant?" he asked, his voice coarse and rough. His eyes were glassy, and his jaw dropped. More than that, there was a hint of fear in his voice.

“Not really. Are you there… Fully there, Varok?"

The Orc's eyes widened, his fattened body tensing with fear while his fists clenched around the sheets: “There's no Varok. Only a bitch proudly serving the Horde! I can use my ass, my mouth, and my cunt! I serve the Horde with all my will!"

Genn grimaced, closing the door behind him as he stepped forward—not toward Varok, but toward the exterior glass windows. Beneath, he could still see Durotar's typical red land.

As soon as Genn Greymane and Elsok found Varok, it was to find the hulking orc thoroughly facefucked by a young, untainted Orc. With his squat expression, the old General seemed rather happy to suck the young lad while, on the other hand, his Goblin minder seemed bothered.

Moreso after noticing Elsok and Genn. However, by the end of the transaction and the transfer of Varok's contract, the Goblin had changed of opinion.

Through the exchange, it came through that Varok had indeed failed with his rebellion, and the Horde leadership made an example out of him.

After many years of abuse, the leadership grew disinterested and sold the slave's contract to a goblin. But the conditions were for Varok to stay in the Shadow Cleft and to be used by any soldiers freely. However, it ended with a contract that forced the Goblin to stay around and handle the Orc's needs since… He wasn't all there.

The slaver deserved it, but Saurfang had been requested. And though Orgrimmar's leadership would soon growl and groan, Natas would have him in Thunder Bluff.

“At rest… Slave," said Genn, mumbling one of the sentences the Goblin had told them.

“Yes. Master," answered Saurfang in an empty and articulated voice.

“I… What do you remem-“

Genn had barely started to speak and turn towards the Orc the wooden door opened on Elsok. The Grimtotem seemed confused for a second but grinned, locking the door behind him.

“Already gleaning information, mutt?" he asked with that grin, licking his lips.

“No. I checked Varok's state," answered Genn, glancing at the Orc, who shrank in his corner. “It will take time for him to recover."

“Hmm hmm," answered Elsok, scratching his chin and looking at the ceiling, thoughtful. “I entirely believe you."

Of course, he wouldn't believe him. But it was not Genn's problem. So, instead, the Worgen approached Elsok, not wanting to have that kind of talk with the Tauren.

“While you have your fun at Natas' expense, I'll rest in my cabin," he said, already stomping.

However, Elsok wasn't moving at all. He reclined against the door, pressing on it with his weight while flaunting his groin and half-chub dick under his loincloth.

“Nu-huh," he answered, raising his index to shake it like to scold a child. “Don't you forget something?"

“What?" asked Genn, grunting while he watched the brave lower his finger, pinch his loincloth and expose his dick. One half-hard black mast with veins, greasy skin, and a bead of precum at its tip.

“Your meal."

Genn Greymane's ears stood up while he showed his teeth. How could he dare to do this?

“Not now, I'm not hungry," he answered, waving his hand.

[I]Grruwl

[/I]The Worgen's ears dropped while the Tauren seemed all the happier, flashing a grin and shaking his hips.

“I am not that hungry. I'll come lat-“

[I]Grruuuwl

[/I]His stomach didn't agree with that sentiment. His body betrayed him. So much so that he started to kneel.

“Fine. I'll have it now."

“Not like that," answered Elsok, slapping the Worgen's hand as it reached for those low-hanging fruits. “You will have to work for it. Or Varok will get yours."

Still kneeling, Genn darted his gaze right and watched the Orc's needy expression. His face was contorted, his eyes fixated on the Tauren's dick, and drool slipped from that tusked mouth.

He… Was hungry, too. And probably his body had been changed to fit a cum diet, which wouldn't be surprising.

“Fine. What should I do?"

To Genn's surprise, Elsok didn't outright ask for Genn to present his backside and have a turn with his fluffy ass. Instead, he ordered Genn and Varok to be on the bed. And…

“Don't move, mutt, or it'll hurt more!" grunted Elsok, his hands firmly set around the Worgen's groin.

With one hand below the hairy scrotum and the other pressing against the Worgen's soft cock, Elsok held those organs tightly. More than that, a green glow emanated from his digits, making Genn's testes burn. They burned after… Months of being cold, numb, barely reacting to any touch. What was Elsok doing, it reawakened old pains and sensations, old pleasures.

His cock dripped, felt like it throbbed… And even his groin was about to explode.

“T- Tell me what are you doing?" moaned Genn, drool dripping from his mouth as he sensed what felt like an orgasm. But… Unlike those he had felt from Natas. Something that was older and he had almost forgotten.

“I am healing them, idiot," grunted the Grimtotem while his spell poured more and more magic inside until Genn's nuts felt almost like burning.

“Y- You shouldn't. Nat-as," moaned Genn, his eyes rolling.

“Natas won't know unless you tell him," answered the Tauren.

He released his grip, letting free of Genn's sensitive genitals out in the open. Something that… Wasn't so fierce with his grape-sized testicles and his two-inches pink cock. Genn could feel it, stroke it… But if he lowered his eyes, his round belly hid it.

“Wh-… Is this real?" mumbled the Worgen, amazed as he could grab his two-inch, stroke it, and feel the warm precum pouring. It was… Stickier.

“It is, mutt. I am not the best healer around for nothing."

“… Right," mouthed Genn, ashamed.

Elsok was indeed the best healer. Druid and a talented one, it was he who had helped him with his first birth and… More. He might be a brutish thug, but he was knowledgeable and talented in restoration magic.

But rather than rubbing it in, the Tauren moved away and snapped, attracting Genn to the main subject of that day.

“Go on, try our new guest," laughed Elsok, knowingly.

Varok was… Big. He was a monster of muscles, with broad shoulders and long arms. Even if he was fatter, curvier, and more docile, he was bigger than Genn. Even in his Worgen form.

With his trunk-like legs spread and lifted, Genn could see Varok's gaping cunt with the barbell through his swollen clitoris.

That gape wasn't natural, nor was that vulva's presence… But Genn swallowed his pride and saliva as he approached between Varok's legs.

“What are you waiting for?" chuckled Elsok, waving his dick and spraying the bed as well as Varok's smiling face with precum. “You're not hungry?"

Genn grimaced. His belly was crying out loud, all so hungry for another dose of luscious Tauren cum. Yet, he had to humiliate himself.

Ever so slowly, he moved his hips and ended on his knees, his arms spread on each side of Varok's round belly while he glanced down. Their bellies were rubbing against each other, one visibly cumflated while the other was pregnant.

It was… So humiliating. Worse was, as his cock and balls had been healed, every sensation was increased. Air, texture… Even the warmth coming from the Orc's gaping and dripping cunt could be felt. Somehow… There was still more cum inside Varok despite the thorough cleaning.

“I- … I can't see it," grumbled Genn, biting his lips. He was hard, once more. But he couldn't hope to do something with Varok's ruined cunt. Yet, he pressed their bellies together until he could… Maybe feel those walls. “I- I can't do this, Elsok! I can't fuck him!"

“Are you? What do you think, Varok? Is this Horde soldier big enough?"

Elsok's mocking grin turned to Varok, who seemed momentarily confused. His glassy eyes focused on Genn, looking up and down. Yet, despite all the changes and motherly curves, he finally smiled… Nodded. And shouted like a broken machinery.

“Oh yes! He's so big! He's splitting me apart!"

“See, you are doing great, Genn," said Elsok.

“Yes! Keep fucking me, soldier! You are so good!"

Genn's ears burned from hearing this, and he cringed.

He could barely feel the walls, barely rubbed against the clenching vulva… yet, he felt the warm steam emanating from the men's cum as it oozed out. He could sometimes feel how Saurfang contracted his cunt and sent a tidal flood hitting Genn's groin, coating his furry genitals with so much fluids.

And the worse… Was that as he pushed against Varok's belly and felt he was inside, he wasn't… Feeling anything. And the Orc kept screaming.

“Oh! Yes! Fuck me raw, Soldier! I want to bear your strong children! Use me! Abuse me!" roared the Orc, unaware and unfeeling of that dick trying to rub against his inner walls.

Genn could push and push, try to feel something, but those inner walls were out of his reach. He growled, groaned, pressed, forced while under Elsok's gaze. But his erect cock couldn't touch anything, and he felt any rising orgasm. It wasn't like he couldn't feel anything… But it wasn't enough. Nearly enough to get him going and reaching a proper orgasm.

It felt closer to two ruined bitches trying to get an orgasm by rubbing their ruined manhoods together.

It was humiliating.

“Fill me! I want it all! Give it to me!" Varok kept shouting, his voice oddly articulate as he spewed such nonsense.

“Shut up!" shouted Genn, red-faced and his hips stopping. There was no purpose in doing this; he couldn't do anything.

“Genn, Genn. Why are you so angry? Look at that whore! So satisfied by your massive worgen dick!" laughed Elsok, not caring to spare the former King's feelings.

“I can't fuck him, Elsok. Here, I said it!" roared the Worgen, snapping his head at the joyful Tauren, who had been lying on the side, lazily stroking himself all that time.

“Oh… Could it be that Varok was lying? Varok, you were not lying when you said Genn was splitting you in half?"

Elsok's eyes went on Saurfang, the shrinking Orc who seemed to want nothing but to flee. Before he mumbled: “I- Every Soldier's dick is good enough for me."

“See… It's settled, then. Give the Whore what she desired, and you'll get your meal," said the Tauren, giving his dick a firm squeeze… Enough for a bead of cum to be squeezed out. One Genn watched with hungry eyes before he shook his head.

“Fine. But you promise I'll get it!"

“Sure. Natas would kill me if I left one of his bitches hungry."

Genn gritted his teeth while his fur bristled. He might have had a contract with Natas, an accord. But being his bitch was… Not what he desired. He hadn't been married to the Tauren, nor was he aspiring to become one wife in his extensive harem. Yet… He had been branded like any other.

“Fuck you," he mumbled as he leaned forth once more, bearing the pain of his guts crushed… And he humped.

Fucking wasn't the right word when what Genn tried to do was to manage to rub his dicklet against Varok's orifice. It was closer to a rubbing, yet Genn straddled the Orc's belly while their groins joined and danced. More often than not, it made him feel the sheer emptiness and abuse the hole had weathered.

And sometimes, he managed to rub against the walls, only to slip after three pushes…

Stumbling, grunting, failing—those were the three main ways to describe this pathetic breeding Elsok seemed to enjoy. He kept grinning and sometimes whispering encouragements while Saurfang hollered as if Genn was deaf.

This was one of the worst experiences the old King had had since his contract with the Goblins, and this was only the beginning.

“Ah, you're good, soldier. You've had your turn with the whore," suddenly cut Elsok, grabbing Genn's genitals before he could plunge them between those thighs.

Without any surprise, the Worgen yelped and nearly slipped aside, his overly sensitive nuts manhandled by a Tauren whose strength could easily crush them… And he nearly cried when he was pulled and then thrown aside.

“Thank you for preparing her for me, Genn. I couldn't use her without you stuffing her first," Elsok continued in a nasty and mocking tone.

“Cut the bullshit," grumbled the Worgen, heaving and holding onto his groin to cradle his nuts. They were… Bigger, swollen, and painfully warm to the touch. “I-“

“What? Are you saying you didn't follow my order?"

Again, Gen gritted his teeth and dropped his ears: “No."

“Good… Now. Tell me, Saurfang. Who has the biggest dick?" asked Elsok as he positioned himself between the Orc's thighs, grabbing the ankles to lift them while his massive flared dick pushed against the ruined vulva.

“Ev- Every Soldier's dick is good to me," repeated Saurfang, his slurring voice worsening his pathetic speech.

“Come on… You don't have a preference between us?" continued Elsok as he flashed a grin.

For a moment, the Orc's gaze went from Genn's manhood, cradled and massaged, to Elsok's genitals, erect and ready. And sure as the Twisting Nether, his eyes fixated on the veiny organ about to take him.

“Taurens… Soldiers are always hung," he said, smiling stupidly. More than that, he drooled all over his chin and wasn't noticing it.

“It's a good thing I was here all along to help you. Let me give you some Grimtotem love," continued the Tauren as he huffed and… Slipped his cocktip right within that vulva.

Right away, the Tauren started to hump and push his dick deeper, making that stomach bulge and swell.

“Oh yeah, she's fucking tight! Thanks for loosening that cunt for her! But… it's fine, you couldn't compare!" boasted Elsok through huffs, their hips clapping together before a wet suction occurred.

“Oh! I- I love Taurens cocks! You are always so big! Give me that strong Grimtotem cock!"

“You know it, slut… Genn, come closer!"

“I won't," said Genn, still clutching his genitals but breathing and… Relaxing. Elsok had his fun; it was enough for him.

“Come closer, or you won't have your meal," continued Elsok, ignoring the shouts and desperate cries from Saurfang. For an old orc, he had such a voice.

“Go suck a fat Kodo," retorted Genn with one of the insults he had picked up, lifting the index and middle finger towards the Tauren in an impolite gesture.

“And I'll tell Natas you've paid a healer to heal those parts?"

Genn Greymane froze as he was about to step away… He hissed and grumbled. Even though Natas wasn't one to be rigid on the contract, he could be a control freak about this. If Elsok lied.

“Natas wouldn't believe that," said Genn, his ears lowering again when Saurfang cried another slew of praises toward the Tauren, stretching his guts.

“What?" shouted the Druid, freeing an ankle to bring a hand to his ear.

“Natas wouldn't believe such a lie!"

Instead, Elsok laughed and continued.

“Of course! He'll believe I saw you erect and trying to fuck Saurfang!"

Genn's ears burned brighter, and his fur turned to a faint shade of pink due to the blood rushing below. It was an absurd lie. Moreover, Natas could easily verify it. Or would he?

Ultimately, the Worgen grimaced but returned to the bed far from Elsok.

“Come closer," repeated Elsok, still fucking and using that wide cunt. “Closer. Closer. Come on! Closer!"

Each time, Genn went closer, still on his knees. Each time, Genn could smell and hear louder the clapped thighs and the precum pouring into the Orc's guts. And his hungry stomach screamed just as loud as Saurfang.

“Give me your calves! I'll be a good broodwhore!" shouted Saurfang, ceaseless and indefatigable. The two were talking over him, and he wasn't caring at all.

“Here," commented Genn, almost rubbing thighs with Elsok while the latter was nearly balls deep into that cunt, bruising those lips. It wasn't love, or mere sex, just abuse the Tauren unleashed on the Orc. Similar to the abuse he unleashed as he grabbed the Worgen's nuts.

Genn hissed from the pain but almost moaned when the big thumb rubbed the swollen and needy orbs.

He massaged them, stroked them… And somehow, the sensations from them were heightened, bigger… More intense.

“You... won't tell Natas a thing, never do that, and give me my meal," said Genn, showing his teeth. He was at his limits. Though he knew his threats and words were empty, he couldn't hurt the Tauren even if he used his teeth and claws. But neither could Elsok hurt him without attracting Natas' anger.

“Hmmm," nodded the Tauren, thoughtful as he pressed the ankles and pushed them further until he almost folded the poor Orc. “Hold this, Whore."

Without surprising Genn, the Orc held onto the first knee, then the second, with many whimpers but not a squeak. Leaving the Tauren hands-free to do what he wanted, fornicating and holding the Worgen's balls tight.

“Say, Genn… Now that she has tasted both of us, who do you think she prefers?" Elsok suddenly asked.

“What? Is that one of those… HRMPh! Insufferable questions?" answered Genn, feeling the grip tighten on his nuts.

Instead of answering, the Tauren leaned and stroked one of Saurfang's plump breasts, squeezed together by the arms, then pinched one of those nipples.

“Who has the biggest dick, whore?"

“Ev-“ started Saurfang, hiccupping from a sudden pull on those nipples.

“Who has the biggest dick, I asked."

Varok gulped, audibly. His silence was almost thunderous, especially as the Tauren's nuts kept hitting those reddening cheeks, and those fingers drew more moans from Genn.

“Y- You!" the Orc finally said, red-faced, while facing Elsok.

“You say I'm bigger? Who fucks you better?" huffed the Tauren “Between me and that mutt?"

“Y- YOU!" shouted Saurfang, telling the truth for once. But it was only told to torment Genn, make him twitch, and maintain that torture.

“Do you want calves or pups?" continued Elsok, leaning and dragging Genn along, forcing the Worgen to stand closer to Varok's chest.

“Your calves, sir! Grimtotem calves!" shouted the Orc.

“You didn't have to do-“

“You heard the whore, Genn. Sorry."

Genn blinked. This was a parody, a mockery, a perversion... but it ended with a cold reality—a cold, harsh, brutal, painful, terrible, mind-numbing, mind-wrecking, horrible reality. Words couldn't contain what Genn felt when the Grimtotem finally cast what he had been preparing all that time and released it on what he held in his palms.

Suddenly, Genn experienced it again. The tendrils pushing through his urethra, the brutal and painful orgasms at Natas' hands. He sensed the shadow magic inserting itself in his genitalia, corrupting and withering them. Like a chill wind inside his testicles, it spread through the gonads and made the Worgen heave, shout, and cry.

His eyes watering, Genn's expression broke while his prostate contracted, and cum spewed out of his dicklet on the sheets. But it brought no pleasure, not orgasm… Only the pain as the warm liquid left his genitals, and… Nothing remained.

It still contracted, though, to push out whatever remained of Genn's seed. But nothing spewed. His cocktip oozed the last drops long before the Worgen was left panting on the sheets, clutching his sides in utter pain while his body relived that moment.

His eyes were watering, his expression broken, his drool pooling on the sheets as he watched Elsok finish what he had started.

On his side and paralyzed by the pain, Genn watched the Tauren grunt and growl while his posture shifted to stand above the Orc. With his legs bent and his arms on either side of Saurfang, as Genn did, the Tauren rammed his length within the ruined cunt.

Unlike before, Elsok brought some results.

His immense veiny pillar outstretched that cunt, scraping off any cum that might have remained in that hole from Varok's previous customers. The steamy and still warm cum gushed out like a font, releasing its intense perfume that tingled Genn's nose and stomach.

He… Was so hungry.

So hungry he didn't care what Elsok thought while he crawled behind the Tauren, his muzzle low enough not to be hit by the swinging testicles and the man's massive rump. He opened his tired mouth and licked the mixed semen, sampling the liquid coming from different species. It had a less pleasing taste, too, due to Varok's juices. But he licked it like a mere dog, collected it with his broad tongue, scooping it before he swallowed. But it wasn't enough…

It wasn't as pure as the semen he had grown accustomed to since his service in Thunder Bluff. It appeased his hunger, but barely.

Like a mere dog, he lapped the fluid. It was… Perversion. More so to mind the enormous leathery testicles ravaging that green and outstretched vulva. Fluids, stickier and more musky, started to pour out as the Tauren were replacing the juices with his own. From worthless cum to Tauren precum, the stench sticking to the men grew stronger and… Left Greymane wanting. Wanting as he dared to approach and stay at the limit. Those hurled boulders would have hit him across the face a bit further. He stilled himself, with the saliva and cum dripping from his pursed lips. He…

The cravings had corrupted his thoughts, he was certain. However, there was no way for him to fight them when he watched that huge pillar of meat plunge within that vulva like he had watched so many times when sharing a bed with Velen.

He had relived the same situation many times, the same prostrated admiration mixed with guilt and shame. This time, it was different, as this wasn't Natas's doing.

But it was a Tauren nonetheless, a brave Tauren whose stench tickled Genn's nose right and deep. Above, the grunts and groans had gotten to another height. But he couldn't care any less. He waited. He watched for the fluids to drip and drip, watching the large precum drop ooze out of that vulva and descend along the perineum before it landed on the Orc's gaping asshole.

Without controlling himself, Genn's tongue had stuck his tongue out while foretasting what… Would remain.

“Here-… We go, whore!" suddenly shouted the Tauren above while he lurched forward, and Saurfang's body slightly shifted. That asshole was raised higher, and so was that cunt. And those boulders were no longer slamming repeatedly but up and down. Those orbs, so full and churning, slapped the Orc's quivering vulva until the orifice clenched and… Failed to retain the white fluid.

White, pearly, sticky, stinking, silvery, tasty.

The testicles above had stopped, their movements halted as their master relished his intense orgasm and ejaculation deep within the Orc's reaches. But neither the cock, the vulva, or the enormous scrotum could have stopped the flow from oozing out.

At first, it was like a trickle, and one Genn pounced on it to lick it. He licked it; his broad and modified tongue collected the fluid to push it into his mouth. The taste was luscious, as always. It was a delicious nectar he swallowed gingerly. He… Even licked his cum-soaked lips.

He… Couldn't live without it.

He was certain of it as his clawed hands pressed on the thighs to keep them spread as, above, a long slurping sound occurred and more cum poured. The testicles had been lifted, and the equine cock pulled out.

And before long, Genn's lapped the Orc's cratered hole like a dogbowl. Saurfang's sour fluids were mixing with the potent Tauren cum without adulterating its tempting nature. It… Was enough for the old Worgen, his muzzle pressing and sometimes plunging within the orifice. He heard sounds, moans, and words, but the Worgen couldn't make out their meanings. He was… Too hungry. So hungry, so needy.

He hurt, but this was the panacea to his broken mind and body; he swallowed it before something grabbed him by the neck.

To yank him out?

No. To stroke the skin while he gorged himself. He swallowed loudly, his meal followed by strident gasps whenever he breathed between each mouthful.

“Who fuck best, whore?" asked that same rough voice by Genn's ears.

And… Despite his shame, despite the cum he had a hard time swallowing and gulping down, the Worgen answered with his ears down.

“You."

“Good pet."

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“How are your first calves? You are adapting rather well to our group," mouthed Velen with an eager and earnest voice. An encouraging one for the elderly Prophet as he was leading them through Thunder Bluff's caverns. Lately, the Grimtotem had been expanding downward and hollowing out the lesa. Most of those caverns were turned into water wells tended to by shamans and druids, making it the perfect place for the auscultation and… Well. For Natas' wives to meet.

As usual, Velen was at the front, leading and acting in a somewhat different role from his passive nature within the alliance. Fat with more calves, he wasn't afraid to expose his motherly body and to entice the braves who, much like Natas, enjoyed the sight of a broken Draenei.

Usually, Genn would have followed him with the remnants of his alliance clothes, a parody he was most often allowed to wear within the city. But today, he closed the procession… Leaving Saurfang between the two.

“They… Are kicking. And strong," answered Saurfang with a slightly surling voice. Clearly, from his past self and after a few months, the old Orc had been improving. He wasn't the same Greymane had heard of, but he was definitely improving. He was getting better, but Genn still felt ashamed as they departed from the caverns and arrived right by their Chieftain's tents. All three, all naked whores, all wives for a single man and bearing their calves.

“They are already kicking. Indeed, Natas was wise to have chosen you," confirmed Velen, nodding along and slowing down to feel Saurfang's belly.

“He is kind."

Compared to the three, Genn possessed the smallest belly, but it was due to his recent rearing. Having left the calves to a wet nurse, he was happy to give his sore nipples a semblance of respite as they approached the tent and were welcomed by their lover… Master… Owner.

The Grimtotem priest looked at them from above, dwarfing all three as a smile appeared on his face and…

Genn grimaced, watching Elsok walk past them and disappear beyond the tent's flap. He didn't utter a thing, didn't comment, but Genn's face still burned.

“Get yourselves ready," merely ordered the Chieftain, waving a hand toward the bedroom all three shared.

“How can he do that?" Saurfang suddenly asked as he landed on the large rug, his back against the floor. In that position, Genn noticed the new tattoos the orc had received since he came to Thunder Bluff, along with the golden piercings they all bore in allegiance to their chieftain.

“Do what?" asked Genn, landing beside Saurfang and glancing at Velen, lying on the other side.

“To… Fuck us," articulated Saurfang, his hands reaching for his vulva. The orifice constantly gaped nowadays, much like Genn and Velen's holes. They couldn't control them as much, not that it mattered.

“Taurens have a strong stamina, Natas above all else," confirmed Velen by reaching and stroking Saurfang's belly, attention reciprocated by the hands reaching for the Draenei's breasts.

Genn, for himself, remained a bit further from the embrace and merely watched as the fingers danced and lowered onto that cunt. When he saw it, flinch and quelch, a pang of envy and… shame hit Genn across the face. Especially now, as he could feel his manhood tense and fill up with blood.

“Genn?"

Velen's voice came like a whisper, catching the former King off-guard. This had happened frequently recently, making the Worgen feel particularly ashamed as he watched the Orc and Draenei face him.

“Do you want to go first?" asked Velen, ignoring his own body needs while he pointed with his chin towards Genn's groin.

“I can wait," confirmed Saurfang, ready to give up his turn.

“Are you sure?" he mumbled, his voice stumbling on the words.

To this question, they all nodded, and… Genn even felt Saurfang's green fingers between his thighs, stroking what had been weighing on the Worgen's mind.

“You have been preparing this for him, pup," Saurfang confirmed, closing his fingers and making Genn's eyes water slightly—but just a bit.

“He will love it, that's right."

Genn took a sharp breath and nodded, feeling his heart beat faster in his chest as they all rolled and exchanged position. Now, it was Genn who was in the middle, surrounded by the bigger and burlier partners. He had Velen's mouth licking the milk off his leaking nipples, and Saurfang's hands were still playing… And even stroking Genn's two inches cocklet.

“Thank you," mumbled Genn, his voice hoarse while the Orc's mouth was on his neck.

“What do we have here?" suddenly prompted… Natas' authoritative voice. Here he was, their master and owner. That enormous Grimtotem bull who had decided to claim the most prized bitches in Azeroth for himself.

His red eyes were on them, his body entirely outstripped of all clothes until his magnificent fur was exposed. He wasn't a fighter, yet his natural muscles and stature made him a grade higher than the trio. Especially Genn. He looked down at what the Worgen possessed between his legs.

“Well, Genn?" Natas asked, approaching and going on all four, his monstrous and erect equine cock slapping against his legs. His focus was on the Worgen, ignoring the two others whose caresses had stopped and who held their breaths.

“It's… For you, Natas," mumbled the Worgen with a raspy voice, his eyes darting to the monster slapping against those furred thighs.

The Grimtotem's expression was firm, rigid, his jaw clenched tight while he leaned onward and then went on his knees.

“Elsok healed them… So you could… Ruin me again," mouthed the Worgen with that same raspy voice completed by tremors and harsh gasps. The Tauren's enormous hands were on his small genitals, cupping them like many times before, like when Elsok did it. They were surely warm to the touch, tempting and captivating.

“I might ask Elsok to do that again," said Natas with an interested voice, rolling and massaging those orbs with a delicate touch. One that still conveyed the strength and danger those digits were. Genn knew what could happen if they were to close, to clench.

But then, he felt his... husband's fingers on his shoulders, leading him to turn and present his face, to guide that muzzle towards the Tauren's one. His breath was warm but marked by the scent of peppermint, a scent Genn took in while the tongue ravished his mouth and pried it open.

His eyes rolled, his ears dropped, his nostrils dilated while he was fed his Husband's saliva. He gargled, surrounded by the other broken wives added to the Tauren's harem. Even without watching them, his ears picked up the distant ruffling and the huffs whenever they moved. Their hands were kept to themselves, waiting for Natas' approval as the Tauren kept rolling and pulling on those furred testicles.

Until… His hands stilled, and his mouth pulled back. A long saliva trail joined Worgen and Tauren, though the former was panting like a beast in heat. He was… He had been impregnated only recently, and the leftovers of his heat kept rushing to him… All worsened by the energy and lust his restored gonads brought to him.

Left alone, on his own device, Genn almost knew he would return to the brutal breeding him where his bed creaked, and his partner's voice broke.

He would return to the same man.

If not for those hands shifting and sliding, the palm pressing against his reddish cocktip. And then, the… Cold prod. The cold dance and twist he had experienced so long ago and would experience again. He clenched his teeth and inhaled sharply while the tendril pressed within his gaped urethra and below. The alien and cold sensation was all so tempting and enjoyable.

But not as enjoyable as Natas' words.

They made Genn's chest pump with envy; his mind rush with desires and, ideas, and… Hope.

“I will have to fix you, again… and again."