Night Elves in Trouble 4.

"You have proven yourself useful," Jaina said, gazing out over the railing of the Lion's Vengeance. She was addressing Orath, who was standing stoically several feet to her right, his mammoth cock hanging out from a button slit in the loose, sultan-like pants he wore when not in the midst of rape and rut. She could not even bring herself to look at it, but she knew it was there - that constant, overpowering smell of sex was ever-present, wafting even in the open air. Besides the constant thrum of the propellers the deck was eerily quiet - most of the crew were below, taking pleasure in the "comfort women" provided by Orgrimmar.

"As we continue to subjugate the Horde, I'll have need of a… representative," Jaina continued. "Prince Anduin is… better suited to diplomacy." She was choosing her words carefully, not wanting to give the brute too much credit for their victory. Even though it had been he who had developed the plan to deliver the Banshee Queen into their hands, he was to her mind nothing more than a beast - a tool of war who happened to be have some cunning. But the truth was that when she represented the Alliance in their dealings in the future, she wanted Orath by her side, as her consort and retainer, not Anduin. Any enemy who saw Orath's absolutely enormous cock would be overwhelmed by the virility and size of Alliance dick. Anduin was too shy, too hesitant, too tied to the old ways.

She turned to face him. Her breasts hung heavy and enticing in their bodice. Her bodysuit showed off every detail of her hips and buttocks. Her pussy curved with plump juiciness beneath the sheer, translucent blue of her singlet. "You shall become my champion," she said, not offering a choice but expressing it as a decision. Her eyes flickered from Orath's monster cock to his face. "Together, we shall insure that the Horde never harms another member of the Alliance."

Orath raised a curious eyebrow, and Jaina fumed that his face was full of indifference still. "And what price do I receive for this?" he asked, his voice silken and deep. He barely looked at her.

"Price?" Jaina growled. "You receive the honor of being my champion and trusted aide!" She huffed, but then her temper passed, and she took a step closer. "Your plan to have Gelbin create an Azerite Suppression Collar was… ingenious." Another step. Her hand brushed Orath's muscled, sinewy hip, rubbing a finger over the striations of powerful, lean muscle there. Just inches from the heavy base of his cock. Her face even look on a blush. "Such cleverness will serve me well. And… I would have use of your 'other qualities'." It would be the closest she would come to admitting that she wanted to experience that monster cock up her needy ass at least once.

Orath turned his head and took a step closer to Jaina. They were just an inch apart now - she could smell his musk and sweat, and his olfactories were acute to the scent of wet pussy. He towered above her by more than a foot and a half of height, and tilted his head down to meet her gaze. "You want me to submit to you," he confirmed, and if there was a hint of danger and amusement in his voice, the tension of the moment made her miss it. "It that so, Lady Jaina?" He moved his hands slowly to her waist. Rather than agitate, his unexpected use of the term of endearment surprised and disarmed her.

"Yes," she confirmed. His hands were so large! And strong. Just like the rest of his extremities. She found herself entranced with the idea of keeping this sexual beast as her personal gigolo. The new era of Alliance domination would require constant displays of sexual superiority… and as a mark of status, her 'champion's' 24 inches of arm-thick meat would keep any male cowed and drive any female wild with jealousy.

"But you are wrong," Orath continued, his voice softening to a rumbling whisper. "I did not have Gelbin create an Azerite Suppression Collar." His hands rose gently to her shoulders.

Jaina blinked. It was uncharacteristic of the brash hybrid to disavow credit. "What do you mean?"

"I had him create two."

*CLICK*

Before Jaina could realize what was happening, the glimmering golden circlet with an Azerite blue core was clasped around her neck by Orath's hands. Immediately, she tried to bring her powers to bear, but it was too late. All she received from trying to manifest a spell was a throb of dull pain in her head, and no result. Her eyes widened with fear.

"You traitor!" she gasps. "You will not get away with this!" But Orath gripped her by the hair and tossed her to the ground, standing over her, his massive cock hardening and leaking semen in fat globs onto her taut belly and thighs.

"You will make a good slave," Orath said, and Jaina heard the deep laugh of Malfurion as the kal'dorei leader emerged from below decks.

"You turned my people into instruments of defilement," declared Malfurion. "And now, Jaina, you'll reap every bit of what you've sown. Orath is my last, and greatest, pupil. He will return the kal'dorei to glory… as stewards of a new peace under his rule."

Jaina's pert mouth trembled as Orath descended on her. He was monstrous, beastly, in comparison to her curvy but petite frame. He pried her thighs apart and lay his cock on her belly - showing how deep it would reach if he penetrated her. The tip reached up into the valley between her large breasts, straining as they were against her bodice. But if something that big was put inside her-

"N-no!" Jaina begged, her eyes filled with fear. "That... it's too big! You'll destroy my insides!" Orath drew his hips back and poised his cocktip at her pussy lips, tearing the crotch of her thong away as if it were nothing more than a scrap of linen cloth. Her plump, wet labia caressed his massive cockhead, splitting apart to cup his girth…already beginning to stretch.

"You will bear me many daughters," Orath growled. He thrust forward, and Jaina's cries echoed into the Kalimdor sky.

Six months later, Jaina moaned as she kissed and sucked at Orath's cum-loaded, low-hanging balls. She was massively pregnant; her areolas dark and enlarged, her breasts swollen, her belly-button distended with the size of her impending hybrid child. Her eyes were full of sexual rapture and devotion as she held one huge, low-hanging testicle in both of her hands and pressed her mouth against it, swabbing her tongue along the surface, sucking up great mouthfuls of loose scrotal skin and leaving Orath's sack covered in ropes of bubbly spit that also dripped like vines from her lower lip and chin.

"I love sucking your sweaty, smelly balls, Master!" Jana gasped, breathing heavily as she kneaded and addressed the huge testicle with a concubines worshipful caress. Presently she gasped and moved one hand to her belly, reacting to a baby that was turning, kicking, signalling it was on the way. "I'll give birth to another daughter for you and we can both suck your balls together! I'll teach her to lick every drop of sweat from your huge cum tanks!" With eyes dull and hypnotized by musk, looking like a sow at a hog wallow, she pressed her face forward and continued to slurp and degrade herself on that ballsack, naked except for the Azerite collar around her neck, her large breasts and thighs rolling like expanses of cream.

Her pussy was absolutely soaked, her fat labia showering clear droplets of her own lubrication onto the floor of the throne room of Stormwind Castle as Orath reclined on the massive seat where the line of human kings had once held council, taller and more imposing than Anduin had ever looked at the same location. He leaned his cheek on one large fist, elbow on the stone armrest, thighs spread to allow access for his whores, of whom Jaina was only one.

"You look like a fucking sow with that huge, knocked up gut, Jaina," Orath said, in a bored tone. "You're going to drop that baby any moment, are you, you fat cumdump?" The rest of the throne room was silent. Though full of luminaries of Alliance and Horde both, there was no one there who dared gainsay him as he verbally abused the former Archmage of the Kirin Tor. In the previous six months he had skillfully eliminated all opposition that was close at hand, taking control of the human, dwarf, and hybrid forces completely, plus whatever remained of the kal'dorei. Jaina rubbed her thighs together and wiggled her huge, MILFy ass as she was verbally abused. Utterly cowed, she'd been brutally pounded in every hole by his monstrous two-feet of fuckmeat, every day, for nearly half a year. Her mind was utterly broken and cock addicted.

"Yeeesssss!" Jaina moaned, her voice muffled by the big balls she was slurping. "I'll give birth to a stupid cumdump daughter for you! As many as you like! Huge-cocked sons to rape me and daughters to lick your balls and asshole!" She sounded to be in constant ecstasy. "I'll be a good slave, Master! So much better than these others!"

This last statement drew an objection from Sylvanas Windrunner, who along with her two sisters Alleria and Vareesa was also servicing Orath's body. Alleria, the first Void Elf, was clinging her graceful body to Orath's left side, throwing up her thigh over his, rubbing an adoring hand over his chest. Her neck also sported an Azerite choker, and her face was pressed directly into his armpit, where she made a great show of licking and sucking the cupola there, running her tongue along the depression, matting the silver armpit hair and sniffing as much musk as she could. On the opposite side, her younger sister Vareesa was mirroring her actions. The two moaned and cooed lewdly as they buried their faces in Orath's underarms, worshipfully cleaning him, stray armpit hairs sticking out of their teeth, drinking in his sweat and essence like hogs.

"You taste and smell so fucking good, Master!" Alleria mewled, before taking a long, lewd lick at Orath's underarm and inhaling deeply. "I love cleaning your body!" Sylvanas, the most nefarious of the sisters, was laying against Orath's chest, her massive, gnome-enhanced buttocks using his tree-thick cockbase as a seat, while her enormous marshmallow tits, still inflated with Gelbin's wobbly compound, jiggled and pressed against his chest. Nipple piercings the size of Tauren nose rings hung from her breasts, and her loose, pierced cunt jangled with iron circlets as it drooled her wetness all over her Master's cock.

"I hope you haven't washed yourself, Master," Sylvanas moaned, leaning in to lick around Orath's nipple. "I want to eat all of your thick, nasty cock cheese!" She reached behind herself to caress Orath's cock crown with one hand, rubbing a finger under the glans, and gathering some filth - a mix of dried cum, sweat, piss, and stray pubes - before bringing her hand to her mouth and hungrily licking it clean. "Nnngh! It tastes like shit! It makes me so wet! You're so amazing, Master!"

"That's not fair, sister!" Vareesa pouted, her gorgeous elven face covered in spit and sweat. She was, after all, the youngest sister. Her eyes carried the same blank, broken sheen as the other slaves. "I want to eat Master's dick cheese too!"

"Don't be greedy, sister," Alleria chimed in. "Last night, you got to drink Master's hot piss, straight from his dick!"

"You Windrunner sisters are such good toilets," Orath commented, cupping Vareesa and Alleria's tight bubble butts and pulling them into a trio with Sylvanas. "If you serve me well, I'll let you eat my shit later." The response from the enslaved, naked sisters was immediate, as they cooed rapturously, thanked their Master, and began licking his nipples and upper body like service women, wiggling their bodies together.

"That would be amazing," Alleria moaned, and opened her mouth as Orath spit into it, sharing the frothy mouthful with her other sisters and snowballing it back and forth. "It's a dream come true for us, being reunited as your personal toilets!" In truth, all three of them now subsided not on food or magical energy but on whatever they were allowed to eat from Orath's body. The time they didn't spend amusing him by eating each other out, swilling on cisterns of cum, or getting their wet cunts destroyed by his massive fuckstick, they spent cleaning him with their tongues. After enough fucking, a collared Alleria had delivered the void elves into his service in exchange for the privilege of drinking one of his thick, chunky, nasty cum loads.

"This is the best reunion I could have ever hoped for, sisters!" Vareesa moaned, grinding her soaking cunt on Orath's thigh. "Now, we can all get fucked like stupid whores together!" The three elves thus took a break from lapping at Orath's body and fell into an incestuous, tripartite kiss, sucking on each others tongues and sharing the scent of their Master's body that had gathered on their lips.

"We're such worthless cunts!" Alleria moaned into her sister's mouths, reciting the mantra that was common to all of Orath's slaves - the idea of their own worthlessness when compared to his majesty and strength. It was the duty of every concubine to embrace the idea of being disposable trash. To presume anything else in the face of their Master's perfection was blasphemy.

"Please skull-fuck my sisters tonight," Sylvanas begged. "I want to watch as you destroy their throats with your godhood!" This idea drew more enthusiastic mewling and incestuous kisses.

On the chamber floor, languishing around the throne, two of Orath's other concubines were engaged in a bit of competition. Tyrande, who needed no slave collar due to being a cock-addicted whore from a thousand years of fucking and birthing during Darnassus initial occupation, was bouncing her thick ass and thighs backward from an all-fours posture, taking half of a massive double-sided dildo up her glistening, puffy asshole. On the other side of the dildo was the only denizen of Azeroth who could match Tyrande's badonkadonk for sheer size and thickness - Alexstrasza, matriarch of the Red Dragonflight. Having snuck a slave collar onto her while she was in human form, Orath now took pleasure in pitting her in a perpetual competition against Tyrande to prove who could take the most cock between their respective sets of round, thick ass cheeks.

"By the Light, look at the size o' those arses!" commented Magni Bronzebeard, standing next to the throne with his large diamond dick hanging down like an exclamation point. Along with Malfurion, who was an advisor, Magni was the third crucial part of Orath's plan to rule a peaceful Azeroth. The newly appointed "High Ruler" hybrid knew that many adventurers might seek to depose him and bring war back to the world. However, all of them trusted Magni due to his role as Azeroth's guardian, and thus the solution had been simple.

"Have the Azerite suppression necklaces been distributed?" Orath asked Magni.

"Aye," Magni replied, watching Alexstrasza's massive ass bounce and clap against Tyrande's own. It was hard to tell which one was bigger, but those cheeks were wobbling and popping on either side of their stretched, swollen, dildo-fucked shitholes like the bodies of defeated oozes. Such a pair of round, thick bubble butts banging against each other was unprecedented. "Every fookin' adventurer in Azeroth would sooner wallow in shite than turn down a piece o' loot. I spun a story about Azeroth bein' in pain, and they dinnae ask any questions before puttin' the cursed things around their necks."

"L-look Master!" gasped Tyrande, not stopping her motion as her and Alexstrasza's booties swolled up every inch of the thick rubber today. "My ass can take more dick than hers! Please, fuck my asshole with your monster cock!"

"Silence, mortal!" Alexstrasza replied in her echoing, resounding voice. "The last time I mated, my consort's penis was over six feet long!" She bit cutely on her lower lip as she continued to pleasure herself on the toy and bang her jiggling ass into Tyrande's.

"Bah, lass, that donnae count!" Magni objected. Deprived of his flesh-and-blood indulgences for too long, he took great pleasure in serving up his hard, thick diamond cock to any females that Orath might toss him.

Around the walls of the room, large pillows had been installed, and on these languished more of Orath's heavily pregnant concubines, naked except for collars or wearing the most scant of lingerie and silks. That Orath played no favorites between the Alliance and Horde could scarcely be doubted - to his left was Moira Bronzebeard, her massive belly looking somehow at home on her squat, hyper-voluptuous dwarf body. She lapped at a bronze cistern brimming with lumpy, yellow hybrid semen that was astoundingly thick, moaning hungrily. Yet to his opposite side, The blood elf matriarch Lady Liadrin was equally pregnant, nude, and eager to consume hybrid semen from her feeding bowl. Any female Alliance or Horde leader who was not part of Orath's personal harem was assumed to be in rebellion and would be brought to heel militarily by the combined Horde and Alliance forces.

As for the men, they had assembled on this special day to sign an accord that would put an end to decades of strife between the Alliance and Horde. Some, such as Genn Greymane, considered this embarrassing result a price worth paying for vengeance. Others were motivated primarily by the debaucheries and riches that peace promised to bring. Gelbin Mekkatorque and Gallywix, who was already making a solid profit pimping out mind-broken slaves in brothels across both continents, were two examples of this. The rest looked as miserable as they felt, their shoulders slumped in defeat as they saw their women being treated like stupid whores by the hybrid night elf who had called them together. Lor'themar Theron, Nathanos Blightcaller, High Overlord Saurfang, Baine Bloodhoof, Turalyon, and of course, Anduin Wrynn, were among this number.

It was to this audience of luminaries that Orath, flanked by Magni and Malfurion, laid down the law, and the path to peace for all time. "Hear me well," he said, shoving Sylvanas and her sisters to the side so he could be clearly understood. They mewled and slid down his legs to join Jaina in kissing and sucking his shaft and balls. "The war between the Alliance and Horde is over. All of your women are my personal property, to be fucked whenever I wish and perform whatever obscene acts of depravity I decree. My hybrid army has proven to be superior to both factions in every way. For proof, you need only look to the faces of your wives, mates and daughters as they suck my balls and lick my asshole."

"He's right, Anduin!" Jaina moaned, rubbing her pregnant belly lewdly as she lay suggestively against Orath's leg, clinging to him. "None of it matters anymore! I just want to get fucked by Master Orath's huge cock!" Her voice carried none of the icy manipulations of the previous months - she was a totally cock-addicted, submissive whore for her hung hybrid owner, and she gasped when he dismissively kicked her aside.

"This sadistic ice-whore was the cause of much of our trouble, and instead of keeping her in line, Anduin, you let yourself get cock-teased like a bitch," Orath intoned, addressing the boy king. He then turned to address Nathanos Blightcaller and gestured toward Sylvanas, who was clinging to his opposite leg. Though not pregnant like Jaina (her undead body being incapable of such things), she looked no less indecent due to her inflated proportions. "And as for you Forsaken, you've allowed this filthy banshee twat to run wild for years, sowing the seeds of war. Now, the reigns you should have slapped on these whores are mine to hold. I shall do what you have failed to do - force them to make peace, and keep them in line."

With two massive hands he reached out and clutched Sylvanas and Jaina's heads, pulling them together in front of him against the tip of his thick, rigid cock, which was tumescent with veins. Both women, formerly as headstrong and defiant as can be, simply gasped and fawned over cum-leaking, bulbous cock crown like brainless infants. "Oh, yes!" breathed Jaina, her chest heaving with desire. "Master Orath is the ultimate fuck-god!" She ran a hand worshipfully down his shaft, caressing the bulge of his urethra and sliding her tongue into his pisshole, worming it around to allow a strand of chunky, pungent cum to pile up on her tip. "His cock has reshaped my pussy! Every night he fills me with his thick, smelly cum! I'm so knocked up, Anduin, can't you see? Each month I've been having his hybrid children, and each time I give birth, his amazing sperm instantly impregnates me again! You must pledge your fealty to him, Anduin - he's so much better than every other male, including you!"

"Nathanos, I and the other Dark Rangers are going to be take turns being Master Orath's toilet from now on," Sylvanas assured, caressing the hybrid leader's elekk trunk of a dick and planting a lewd kiss on his crown before snowballing some cum with Jaina. To see the two hated enemies share a mouthful of hot spew only illustrated the bipartisan nature of Orath's control. "I love it when he pisses on my face! Master Orath pisses and cums more than any male in Azeroth, and I want to drink it all! You must not disrupt the peace!"

"This is… too much to bear!" cried Turalyon, the battle-hardened leader of the Army of the Light. His hand moved to his sword hilt. All about the room, hybrid guardsmen and Stormwind loyalists prepared to intervene, but Orath waved them off. Before he could speak, it was Alleria, Turalyon's longtime companion through the dark portal and beyond, who addressed the agitated warrior.

"Oh, don't be such a faggot, Turalyon," she chided, while tangling tongues with her sister Vareesa. "You're too afraid of change. But look!" She lewdly spread her legs and pulled her knees up to her shoulders to reveal a wet, puffy, well-used cunt with thick piercings in the labia and a barbell through the swollen clit. Compared to the rest of her petite body, her genitals were quite swollen and pronounced, the result of constant fisting from her sisters and fucking from Orath. "Master Orath has totally destroyed my cunt with his massive fuck tool. You wouldn't even touch the sides now. What makes you think you're worthy to defy him?" She sighed deeply and shoved three fingers into her sloppy, cum-slick pussy. "Just be happy that you and Arator are allowed to watch and jerk off while he fucks me!"

All the energy went out of Turalyon's body language and his golden armor seemed to lose a bit of lustre. Whatever he had planned to say was quickly forgotten as he watched Alleria fist her own loose, sloppy fuckhole. The tight elven pussy he'd once enjoyed was now just a distance memory, defiled by two feet of girthy, filthy hybrid cock.

"There is one among us who will not yield!" bellowed High Overlord Saurfang. "If the choice is this dishonor, or a warrior's death, I choose a warrior's death!"

Orath threw back his head and laughed. "I thought you might say so, Saurfang. Even in the face of these odds you would destroy the peace and lead your people into the meat grinder. Even with your leader already licking my balls."

"She is no leader of the Horde," Saurfang growled back. "She never was. I will bring our people back to the old ways. The ways of Thrall and Orgrim Doomhammer!" He turned to leave. "The surrender at Orgrimmar was a stain on our honor. And I will reclaim it!"

It seemed that Saurfang would march out of the throne room. If allowed to go, he was certain to raise troops against Orath and start a new cycle of war, bringing allies to his cause. Already, Turalyon's eyes were alight with rebellion. Others who had refused to be part of the plan from the beginning, like Velen's draenei and the pandaren, would doubtless rally behind him, threatening Orath's peace and wounding Azeroth anew.

Yet Orath, Malfurion and Magni had planned for even this eventuality. "You say you will fight to the end. For honor. There is someone you should meet, before you depart," Orath replied. He held out one hand toward a side chamber, and a figure began to stride into view, nude and powerfully built, her brown skin glowing, her eyes alight.

Saurfang's jaw dropped open. "Aggra!" she exclaimed. The Mag'har orc shamaness was the lifemate of Thrall, and among the most respected orc women. Yet here she was, naked, carrying Thrall's third child in her belly, her heavy tits and round, powerful buttocks bouncing and jiggling for all to see!

"Here is the 'honor' of your 'old ways', Highlord," Orath taunted and then put his hands on his knees and squatted, thrusting his muscled ass out toward Aggra as she approached. As the astounded onlookers watched, Aggra slid to her knees behind Orath, groping and spreading his buttocks lewdly, and pressed her face directly against his asshole. An Azerite slave collar glinted about her neck.

"This is the true destiny of all orc women," she told Saurfang, with some conviction, before extending her tongue and sliding it deep into Orath's shitter, kissing his sweaty ass-rim, her cheeks hollowing out as she literally sucked his asshole.

"Nnngh, yes," Orath grunted. "Clean out my bowels, bitch." There was a sharp sputtering noise as he cut a disrespectful fart directly into Aggra's face, causing her to moan with pleasure and and slobber over his rim with even greater abandon. He then addressed Saurfang as the deep, nasty rimjob continued. "The wife of your most respected warchief is sucking my shithole, Saurfang. Aggra loves it when I sit on her face."

Saurfang seemed too stunned to reply, so Aggra picked up the narrative, pulling back enough to show her wet mouth connected to Orath's asshole by hot, foamy strands of saliva that dripped down the hybrid leader's taint and balls. Her brown body was obviously in a state of heat - dappled with sweat, nipples erect, pussy lips engorged around her prominent clit. She was loving what she was doing, that much was clear, even before she opened her mouth again to speak in her husky, matronly voice. "The child in my belly is a girl - Thrall's third child. I will raise her on Master Orath's cum and piss. When she is of age we will service his mighty cock together. His breeding strength is the only strength that matters." She leaned in to plant a big, wet kiss on Orath's anus again. "You must yield, Highlord. Bring our people into the fold and allow out women the destiny of serving such a stud." She paused, then added. "He is generous. He will allow you to fuck me as well. Garona too." The corner of her mouth turned up in a smile. "I hear she loves it when her pigtails are grabbed and her throat raped."

Saurfang looked uncertain, and Malfurion chimed in with his cultured voice. "Heed her advice, Highlord. For the sake of Azeroth's peace, I watch as my own beloved Tyrande gets raped by Orath every day. His prowess is unmatched. Pride will only lead to more violence. It is an honor to watch Tyrande suck his monster cock." Saurfang's axe clattered to the ground and his arms slumped to his side. Along with Lor'themar Theron, the Regent of Silvermoon, and Baine Bloodhoof, Chief of the Tauren, he looked utterly resigned.

"If you are decided, then, we shall have a revel to celebrate Azeroth's coming peace," said Orath. At his signal, massive trays of food and beer were brought into the throne room by hybrid women, who placed them around the outskirts and immediately beckoned the assembled leaders to come and partake. "And of course," Orath added, "there shall be entertainment. Lady Proudmoore and Lady Liadrin will put on a birthing show. Please - enjoy the feast and the wine. If you need to relieve yourself, just find one of the Windrunner sisters."

Thus, Anduin sat, shellshocked, as a hybrid night elf/human female stuck a hand down the front of his britches and jerked him off. He did not want to watch Jaina and Liadrin as they arched their backs on all fours like disgusting sows, their massive preggo bellies hanging down, their wet cunts dilating massively with the crowning heads of hybrid babies… but he could not look away. "Look at what a knocked-up piece of cock sucking shit I am, Anduin!" Jaina taunted him, in the throes of ecstasy. "Master Orath uses me as nothing more than a baby sack!"

"I'm going to cum while giving birth!" Lady Liadrin moaned, her voice crazed. "Anar'alah belore! It feels so good, being Master Orath's baby factory! Watch me drop this kid right here, Lor'themar, you fucking faggot!" Anduin, Turalyon and Lor'themar came helplessly in their pants as they were jerked to completion, watching Jaina and Liadrin's eye-rolling, drooling, snot-nosed, tongue wagging faces as the women pissed all over the floor and the babies slid from their wombs.

Meanwhile, Aggra crawled to Saurfang on all fours, manipulating the astounded Overlord's armor to produce his long, flopping penis. It was at least 16" long, not a match for Orath, but the largest of the leaders present, just ahead of Baine's 14". Making smoldering eye contact, she began to slurp on the orc warrior's meat. "Thrall is at the Heart of Azeroth, jerking off," she assured him in a deep, sensual voice. "Master Orath says I may service you." Saurfang grimaced but did not stop her. "Your cock fucking stinks," she added, inhaling deeply. "But any true orc woman loves that." She began to slurp and suck on his half-hard prong.

Beside them, Sylvanas presented Baine with a large jug of wine and snuggled up to him. "Drink up," she offered, her voice familiar but her tone alien. "Master Orath says I'm to be your personal toilet all night." Baine seemed at a loss for words… but at last, took the jug and began to drink. Elsewhere, the competition between Tyrande and Alexstrasza was heating up, as powerful stallions were brought in from the Stormwind stables to mount each woman and shove as much horse cock as they could up their massive bubble butts.

Orath, for his part, moved back to his throne and reclined, his cock hanging down over the edge to swing next to his calf. He would join in the debauchery later, taking what he wanted, when he wanted, but for now was content to watch his handiwork. His goal, an Azeroth devoid of war and full of fucking and breeding, was at hand. With his stewardship, Azeroth would enter a golden age of peace. The cucked leaders of the races would be to meek to take up arms against each other. Azeroth, the nascent titan, would finally have time to grow and heal.

He smiled as Moira crawled up to him and started sucking his balls.

Who among the mortal races could challenge his rule?