Night Elves in Trouble 5.

Anduin Wrynn was contemplating treason.

He stood still and kept his face expressionless as Orath's "inner circle" of females made their reports in the Stormwind audience chamber, which was decorated much differently than the style he'd kept it. The stone halls which had once held a great dignity were now draped with the banners of Orath's "Empire Of Peace". The crest for the Empire - a phallic sword laid over a vaginal heart-shaped emblem, spoke to what sort of 'peace' the night elf hybrid had brought. Azeroth was free of war, true - but its people were subjugated. Humiliated, cowed, demoralized, disgraced, or otherwise disinclined to rise against the strange new regime. Three months had passed since the fall of Orgrimmar.

Thanks to the birthing that constantly occurred wherever they encamped, the hybrid force now numbered nearly ten thousand, making it the largest and most elite fighting unit in all of Azeroth. Orath dispatched his troops to wherever uprising might foment, with orders to rape and conquer the will from the local populace, thus creating more fast-growing progeny to bolster his ranks. If any region seemed disobedient to his will, a few weeks of seeing their women defiled was more than enough to bring them back into line.

And Anduin was part of it.

Cock-teased by Jaina, his longtime object of affection and lust, he used his powers of leadership to clear the path for Orath's rise, thinking that he was pacifying the Horde. But now, both the Horde and his precious Alliance were shadows of their former selves. Stormwind was in the hands of Orath, and Orgrimmar was under the regency of Lady Liadrin, with Saurfang and his cadre of loyal warriors forced into exile when they refused to accept what was being done to orc women.

Orath sat on the throne of Stormwind (with several cushions added to facilitate fucking and to make it more comfortable), looking frustratingly handsome and confident. Anduin had vaguely hoped that he would prove himself to be a foolish ruler and the whole thing would collapse, but he had no such luck. Each day, the tall, chiseled night elf hybrid would take counsel from his harem, with his monstrous, two-foot cock hanging flaccid over the edge of the throne, thicker than Anduin's arm. It was the females who gave the reports; Anduin and other male rulers stood in back until each had spoken and Orath had chosen his mate for the afternoon. He was than permitted to enjoy whoever was not chosen, a guilty delight that was wracking him with more and more guilt as the days went by.

This is how he found himself standing shoulder to shoulder with Lor'themar, Gelbin Mekkatorgue (who was dressed in black leather, sported twin nipple rings, and had several dildo-guns having from his belt), Trade Prince Gallywix and Baine Bloodhoof, watching Orath hold court with the ladies under his sway. Malfurion Stormrage, also present, was permitted to stand at Orath's left hand as his "advisor"; Malfurion's plan to gain revenge for the night elves had worked, but he had sacrificed everything to do so - including, seemingly, every bit of his pride. His former wife Tyrande was now the most brain-dead cumdump in all of Azeroth and had given birth to more hybrid troops than any other four women combined.

Moira Thaurissan stepped up to the throne first, with her hair done in curly buns, wearing a dark iron bikini top and thong. Her greeting to Orath was the customary one, as she knelt before his throne and kissed the tip of his penis, gathering a pearl of his abundant cum in her mouth before stepping back. "Ironforge is pacified fully, my Lord," she said, in her distinctive accent. "The dwarves are happy with the cessation of conflict. Each day, the garrison of hybrids within the city give the gift of their rape to the daughters of Ironforge."

"Good," Orath said. "Bend over and spread your cunt and asshole with your sisters."

Moira did so without objection, a queen of Ironforge turning, collapsing to her knees, and reaching behind her thick, powerful ass-cheeks to pull them apart and give Orath a full view of her well-used dwarven asshole (ringed with a fine halo of brown hair) and meaty pussy flaps, which were pierced with six brutal, jangling dark iron rings the thickness of fingers. This was all a ritual that Anduin had seen many times - Orath's subordinates presenting themselves, showing their sexual subservience to him in exchange for his favor. Of all the hybrids, Orath's penis was the largest, and they competed for his attentions fiercely.

Lady Liadrin was next to report, and she was heavily, lewdly pregnant with a hybrid baby - the result of a recent Orath fuck-session only weeks prior. The accelerated birthing process of the hybrids meant that this would be her third child by Orath, not a prince or an heir but just another faceless soldier of rape to bring the fill of the Empire to all corners of Azeroth. Orath needed no heirs, no threats to his prowess. His sons would not receive the education in tactics and strategy that Malfurion had given him.

Liadrin kissed Orath's penis and then turned, dropped to her knees, and reached behind her body to spread her cheeks and pull her red thong out of the way so Orath could see every detail of her swollen pussy and inviting, twitching asshole. Anduin felt a sickness in his stomach. The blood elf female was so thick with child that it seemed the baby's head was about to crown. Her huge, slovenly baby gut stretched nearly to the floor, her ass was fatter than it had ever been, and her milk-loaded tits were hanging low cow udders. "Silvermoon is pacified, my Lord. The mana-rich semen of the hybrid garrison slakes the thirst of our females, leaving more resources in turn for the males."

Orath leaned his chin on one mighty fist and looked bored. "And what of Suramar?"

"The shal'dorei have once again retreated into the city. With the Legion defeated, they will not disturb the new order." Orath nodded, and then the trembling Liadrin made one additional report. "Please… my Lord… give me the privilege of sucking your massive cock while I give birth. This baby is going to come any moment!" She bit her lip with arousal, and Anduin could see how turned on she was.

"Perhaps," Orath said. "But first I will hear Vereesa's report."

Anduin watched as Vereesa walked forward. The wasp-waisted Windrunner sister was as silver-haired and beautiful as ever, wearing only a gold-trimmed green thong and bikini top, she squatted in front of Orath's throne and planted a kiss on his fat, churning balls - each one of which was nearly the size of her head. Once this saliva-flecked deed was done, the former Ranger-General became the third powerful woman to peel her asscheeks and pussy apart, digging her agile hands into her folds and showing her pink, dripping insides as she knelt on the good and pressed her cheek to the stone.

"Turalyon is restrained within the Violet Hold," Vereesa said, her voice showing no sign of affection for the name. "There he will stay as he considers his objection to our new order."

Orath nodded. "And the old man?"

"Velen refuses to communicate," Vereesa replied. "Perhaps he might respond more favorably to another emissary. But many draenei deserters have already left him, and the first draenei hybrids are being born. It is just a matter of time."

"Good," Orath said. "And where is your sister, Alleria? I expected to hear her report as well."

For a moment, Vereesa was silent. "I do not know. She has not been at court for many days," she said, and then wiggled her hips, enticing Orath with her shapely apple-bottom. Anduin raised an eyebrow at this, filing the information away for further use. Perhaps Turalyon's imprisonment after raising objection to his wife gagging on huge amounts of enormous hybrid cock had brought her back to sanity. But Vereesa seemed to care not one bit, instead biting her lower lip petulantly and begging for her own sexual release. "Will you tear apart my cunt today, my Lord? I will satisfy you as my sister would, and more." He voice became plaintive, almost infantile. She pouted. "I want your huge cock and your seed!"

Orath ignored her. Next at court was Alexstrasza, matriarch of the Red Dragonflight. Anduin found her submission most puzzling of all; the horn-headed dragon, in her humanoid form, seemed to revel in sex with Orath, hybrids, and the male rulers in a way that was almost unseemly. Being a shapeshifter, the body she maintained at court was absolutely flawless - wide-hipped, narrow-waisted, large-breasted, dressed in a scant thong and filigree metal bikini top the triangular cups of which did almost nothing to cover up those huge, succulent tits. Her horns and fiery hair color were a reminder of her otherness and seemed to promise exotic dragon sex that was exciting to contemplate. Anduin had partaken in her charms himself, many times, usually at her request.

When Alexstrasza got on all fours in front of Orath, she moved in a strange way that was almost feral, being used to walking in such a way as a dragon, but the end result was the same. She knelt, spread-kneed, and started bouncing and clapping her ass at Orath, a smile on her face. "Will you be my consort today, Lord?" she asked, stopping short of calling Orath her Lord, at least. "This form has an itch deep inside it, that only your size can satisfy!" Her thighs and butt-cheeks were massive, and though Anduin didn't have the best view, her could see their curve even from his vantage. He felt a twinge in his trousers and drew in a deep breath, straightening his posture. Lor'themar and the other male rulers seemed to be having similar reactions. Even Baine looked somewhat guilty.

"Tell me first of the other Aspects. Do they speak of plans to interfere?" Orath asked.

"Azeroth is at peace," Alexstrasza said simply. "They would not intervene to disturb it. Her face was serene with the hope that she would soon receive a good fucking.

Orath nodded and rose to his feet. His cock swung between both knees like a club, his balls slapping against his muscled thighs. He would now choose his partner for that afternoon, based on which female would degrade herself in a way that appealed to him most, and toss the spares to the gallery to be seen to. But before he could get started, a door burst open from the side room, and heeled booted clopped on the stone of the throne chamber in a blustery walk.

Jaina had arrived.

Anduin's heart leapt… and then fell. She was not there to see him. After cock-teasing him into raising an Alliance army to finally pacify Orgrimmar, she had been Azurite-collared and forced into Orath's service, eventually becoming a willing fucktoy. This Jaina wore a bustier with her familiar nautical pattern, except that it let her large, pale breasts spill out and bounce as she walked. Her skirts were slit in the back and sides, showing generous glimpses of her shapely legs as she walked; from behind, one could see her tiny, barely-there thong dividing those massive, pale ass-globes. Her hair cascaded down in gorgeous white and blonde cables, and her eyes were the same icy blue as ever.

With her staff in hand, Jaina walked before Orath's throne and bent over. She reached behind herself to throw her skirts to each side, sticking out her thick, round ass, then lewdly pulled herself apart, not even bothering to move her tiny strong thong, just showing off how big and lewd and fucked-out her asshole was, the dark pinkish, twitching hole covered barely 1/10th by the thong, showing evidence of many, many months of non-stop ass-fucking by huge cocks. She dug two fingers into her asshole and two fingers into her cunt, and spread each as wide as she could, letting Orath see every detail of her moist ass-pipe and dripping slit, which was already leaking down the insides of her thighs.

Anduin tried to grimace his erection away once more. Jaina had a fat pussy and a massive ass, so inviting to being stretched and pounded by dicks, and her manner of dress made her look like a complete whore. But though she often seemed brainless and cock-addicted when under Orath's influence, she still had her old smarts and cunning somewhere inside, and now served as one of his closest advisors. Despite it all, Anduin still wanted her utterly… but could only have her if Orath was fucking someone else at the time. Even then, Jaina was far less enthusiastic about sex with him than she used to be. It was clear what she wanted - and today, as every day, it echoed through Stormwind Keep.

"Please," she begged Orath. "Fuck my asshole! I want you to tear up my shithole with that two-foot cock!" She had a look of unquenched thirst on her face, a look that any blood elf would know well. But it wasn't mana that Jaina needed. It was dick. "My big fucking ass needs to be raped," she said, viciously. "Fuck me up!"

You fucking whore, Anduin thought but did not say aloud.

"Why use her when you can use a whore already thick with your child?" Liadrin objected. "Please, Lord Orath - stick your fat cock in my pussy and baptize your unborn child with your huge load." She made a groaning, straining noise. "Fuck! I'm going to drop your kid right here! Let everyone watch me birth another hybrid while you rip apart my tight ass!"

"Och! Ye cannae even get a good fuck out o' those lasses before they break apart on the inside!" spoke up Moira. "Let's see if ye can stick that big thing in my arse and run it all the way through!" She looped her fingers into the heavy-gauge rings piercing her labia and stretched herself open even further, showing off her hairy, soaking-wet cunt that was drooling strands of cream onto the stone floor. Anduin knew from experience that her pussy and asshole could produce squeezing, milking contractions that seemed close to ripping his human dick off - and the inside of her body had an incredible heat.

"There are no limits to what I would do for you," Vereesa said. "Would it please you to watch me fuck my sister and her son? Arator is here in the city - I would eat Alleria's pussy out before you, while taking his cock in all of my holes." Her face bent into a lewd smile at the thought. "But I would make sure to remind him that he is nothing compared to you, my Lord. Perhaps you would like to piss all over me and fuck me while my nephew was forced to watch?"

"There is no need to content yourself with their mortal bodies," Alexstrasza offered, serenely. "It has been too long since you made me your consort and forced me to receive your seed. I can even struggle if it pleases you - and when the eyes of this form are swollen shut and my resistance is broken can you enjoy anew the sensation of raping a dragon queen." She smiled. "You may grip me from behind and rape me until my body breaks."

Anduin raised an eyebrow that matched his rising penis. Was she actually enjoying this? He really had no other explanation for what Alexstrasza was doing. But clear motive or no, his cock was at full attention following the declarations from the women, and the boy king cursed himself silently for it. This was exactly what had gotten them into this mess in the first place.

Orath strode along the row of prostrate females, stopping behind each one, considering, while they made faces of hopefulness. This was something he did each day, and Anduin, assigned to Stormwind as the figurehead ruler, was forced to watch. Most citizens thought he was still the King - they had no idea what was happening behind the scenes. Orath seemed to consider Vereesa and Moira, but eventually moved on, bringing consternation and disappointment to their faces.

He paused longer behind Liadrin, even prodding her buttocks with his foot and causing her to moan, but eventually moved on, commenting: "Choose one of the others to pry the child from your fucked-out womb," before moving to Alexstrasza and Jaina. Liadrin moaned with dismay but gave no indication of rebellion. Her face told the story that she would show up the next day, and the next day, and the day after that, in the hope of getting some of Orath's 24 inch godhood.

Alexstrasza he seemed to consider even longer, then said: "Do not trifle with me, dragon," and kicked her in the stomach, causing her to double over. "I shall beat you any time I wish, for as long as I wish, and rape you as I wish - I need no invitation." Alex only made a low mewling noise and smiled through gritted teeth at the abuse. He added: "Today I throw you to the dogs to do as they will."

Two great strides took him to Jaina, who had a look of hopeful triumph on her face. Orath hefted his enormous, hanging cock and let it flop down between the pale, creamy half-moons of her buttocks, the tip disgorging a fat dollop of whitish-yellow semen onto the place where her skirt split apart. "I choose you today, whore," he said.

Jaina crowed and moaned in victory. "Nnnngh, yes! Thank you so much my Lord!" Being a night elf hybrid and she a human, Orath had to bend his knees into a squat and angle himself in order to get low enough to do the deed, and soon his cockhead, the size of two fists pressed together, was poised at Jaina's rear tunnel. Anduin found himself unable to look away as Orath tore her thong aside and inserted his monstrous pipe into Jaina's spasming, inviting ass. It was as long as his arm and seemingly as thick; the same purple-grey color as Orath's skin. Balls that seemed the size of dwarven steam tank rounds hung down nearly ten inches from a strong connecting tissue of scrotal skin. Jaina's eyes immediately rolled back into her head as the surge of meat tore into her guts. Her tongue slid out of her mouth and her pussy immediately showered the stone floor with a spray of hot squirt. Her belly bulged outward in a phallic shape, like a soft milky canvas stretched over tentposts, red and shining from the tension inside at the spots the flesh was pushed furthest.

"Fucking… destroy… my… ass!" she gurgled, and slumped forward bonelessly onto the ground, her breasts pressed against the floor, hands jittering in spastic orgasm. "I love it when you rape my fucking shithole!" Her cries were noises of utter ecstasy, and the noble, tactical, and strong-willed Jaina that Anduin had known and lusted after for years was nowhere to be found. The sounds from within her body were wet and sloshing and churning, her guts being stirred up and filled with a mix of Orath's thick pre-cum and her own bowel juices, eagerly accepting the massive invader. With each stroke her belly bulged and with each withdrawal, three or four inches of her pinkish-red shitpipe, clinging to his cock like a sleeve, were drawn out of her before being rammed back in again.

"Look how... fucked up... my body is.... everyone," Jaina moaned, obviously getting off on the idea. "My asshole has taken on the shape of Lord Orath's cock! He's torn it open so often… it's twice as big as it was! I'm… nnngh… a fucking worthless ass-rape whore! Nnngh! I can… feel the bumps and veins… on his cock… dragging my insides!" Orath withdrew for a moment and Jaina groaned and indecently farted a splatter of cum and ass-lube all over his balls. "Oh, fuck!" she moaned, as he reinserted and used the tip of his cock to stir up her anus, right near the entrance. Everyone could see just how loose and sloppy he had made her as he churned his massive tool around the swollen, prolapsed, cum-leaking meat sleeve of her anus. "Oh! Let me clean my ass-juices off of your cock!" she begged Orath, looking up over her shoulder with a nasty expression.

Orath pulled out for a moment and walked around to Jaina's side, letting his hard cock, jutting low under its own weight, bob directly in front of her face. "Mmm… I love the taste of my own raped asshole!" She snaked out her tongue and started cleaning around Orath's crown, driving her oral appendage into his pisshole and lugging out great globs of cum, smearing the ass-moistened dickshaft all over her face, obviously loving every second of it before the towering night elf hybrid got bored and returned to squat over her rear again and reinsert his spit-slathered meat. This drew another eye-rolling moan.

The harem members who weren't chosen were now free to move out and find partners among the other male rulers. Moira sought out an embarrassed-looking Baine Bloodhoof, who was sporting over a foot of half-hard tauren meat under his ceremonial leathers. "The entrance to my womb is sturdy," she said, pronouncing it stairdy, in her dwarven way, "But you seem like the one who can bust on through!" Baine had a miserable look on his face that Anduin knew well. He wasn't needed to run Thunder Bluff, beyond the occasional ceremonial appearance - Orath had put Magatha Grimtotem to that task - and had nothing to do but hang around Stormwind's court and fuck the bevy of hot female leaders and hybrids who were always present. Yet he was conflicted about it, even as his brutal bullmeat rose to full mast at Moira's naughty words.

Liadrin was hectoring Lor'themar, telling him to at least make himself useful and fuck her until she gave birth. "Even if your cock isn't much, Lor'themar, I don't care. I need some dick!" said the former leader of the Blood Knights. "Pry this baby from my womb with your cock, if you have any pride remaining!" It was an old song and dance with them that Anduin had seen many times - Liadrin's venom tongue would soon force the Regent into action, and did - as he leaned over her and delivered a donkey punch directly to the back of her head while removing his codpiece, producing his modest cock, and shoving it directly into her baby-packed pussy.

"Shut up, you stupid cumdump," Lor'themar hissed, beginning to thrust.

The leather-wearing, nipple-ringed Gelbin went to Vereese and asked if she would be willing to fuck one of the cavalry's horses while he watched and jerked off with a Prostate Pummeler 9000 up his own ass, she found this most agreeable. Anduin considered Gelbin too far gone to have any sympathy toward Orath's overthrow. In fact, the gnome seemed like his mind was custom-made for a life of debauchery, to the extent that Anduin wondered what he'd been getting up to before the whole ordeal started.

That left Alexstrasza for him. He always found her impossible to resist. A powerful maternal figure, like Jaina, with a huge ass, also like Jaina. In fact, Alexstrasza's 'haunches' as she called them, while less thick and wobbly than Jaina's enormous ass-globes, were possibly the most impressive thiccness in all of united Azeroth - with the possible exception of Lady Tyrande, the standard by which asses had been judged for a thousand years. Combined with her perfect, expansive figure (taller than him by several inches) and her smoky voice that seemed to echo in his mind, she was his favorite. It was particularly irksome on this day, when he was on the precipice of doing something that could throw Azeroth back into chaos.

"Do you want to fuck my throat, mortal?" she said, moving to Anduin's side and gripping onto his arm. "Or will you breed my womb?"

Anduin grimaced. To his left and right, scenes of debauchery were beginning to unfold. Moira, too short to comfortably fuck Baine while standing, was being railed by over a foot of thick tauren bullcock while balanced in the only way they could manage the coupling - on her neck, taking thrusts in piledriver position while her powerful buttocks wobbled and her tits bounced. Lor'themar was taking out his frustration on Liadrin by slapping her ass and punching her in the back of the head with his gauntleted fist while his cock carved into her pregnant pussy. And Gelbin and Vereesa were hand in hand, walking off to do Elune-knows-what. He looked past Alexstrasza to where Jaina was on hands and knees, back arched, with Orath squatting into deep thrusts that dug into her guts and bulged her belly. The meaty, squelching sounds of penetration echoed from her body with each penetration, and her face was a drooling, tongue-lolling expression of ecstasy as he asshole was stretched into new, unnatural shapes.

Each time Orath hilted himself in Jaina's pussy, there was a mighty whap sound as his pelvis hit her massive, pale butt cheeks, causing them to ripple and bounce like a pond with a stone skipped hard across the surface. At the same time, a protruding dick-shape would appear in her belly, stretching and distending it, her skin tight as a sleeve on Orath's cock-knob, so tight that the divot of his spewing pisshole could be seen through her milky midsection. "Yes, fucking rape my ass!" Jaina groaned, her voice wanton. "Pump your cum up my fucking asshole until it comes out my mouth!"

Alexstrasza noticed Anduin's preoccupation and brought her mouth close to the boy king's ear. "Is she the one you favor?" she asked, smiling. "In time, Orath's appetites will change, he will discard her, and she will be yours again. You can have us both, at the same time. Sleep with us both in your bedchamber. Each morning and each night you can spew your seed into our mouths and our wombs. Would that not please you, mortal? To defile us both as he now defiles her? Would it not make you feel powerful?" She licked along Anduin's earlobe with a tongue that seemed supernaturally long - but then again, shewas a red dragon. "You can empty your balls into us every day, as you would masturbate into a privy. Imagine - raping the Archmage of the Kirin Tor, and the Queen of the Red Dragonflight, and using our bodies as your toilet."

Her hand was fishing for his hard cock, and the sordid imagery drawn by her words made Anduin fill with a rage that was half lust. "Why are you doing this, you fucking… cum dump!" he blurted, taking a grip on Alexstrasza's prominent horse and forcing her to a kneeling position. His cock was rock hard, and he was forced to admit that yes, he wanted to fuck Alexstrasza and Jaina at the same time, yes, he wanted to nut all over their big tits and plow their thick, round asses; yes, he wanted Alexstrasza's tongue up his ass while Jaina sucked on his balls. That was the hell of it, and the constant temptation. Orath had pacified Azeroth by replacing war with lust, and the convictions of men and women were atrophying under that yoke. He knew it. He felt it in himself as he rammed his cock down Alexstrasza's throat, not caring whether she liked it or not. He did not stop until his thick, nine inches of royal sceptre were lodged deep in gullet and making her graceful neck bulge indecently. Her horns made perfect handholds, and he began to drag her across his meat.

"This will be the last time I fuck you, so enjoy it well," he grunted, and then pulled out so Alexstrasza could gasp and long string of drool could droop between his cocktip and her mouth. He slapped her back and forth across the face. "If you act no better than a whore, I'll treat you no better!" Alexstrasza moaned in pleasure at the physical abuse, and when he thrust back into her mouth, she eagerly accepted his length, reaching behind to grope his ass, wanting him to fuck her throat harder. Anduin ragdolled her head, using her horns like the handlebars of a Mechano-Hog. And when it was time to cum, he leaned over her face like a drunk puking over a railing and blew sperm straight into her stomach in fat, ropey gouts, swearing under his breath about what a whore she was while her horns pressed against his midsection.

And so the debauchery went. Liadrin cried out to Lor'themar that she was going to drop a kid right there, a hybrid baby was going to stretch out her cunt better than his worthless dick ever could. Lor'themar delivered one final donkey punch to shut her up; her uniformly-colored eyes seemed to dim and her cheek slapped the stone floor. A huge burst of liquid sluiced out of her pussy as her water broke, and she had an obvious, degrading orgasm as Lor'themar began cumming up her ass and the baby's grey-skinned head began to crown. It slid out of her well-lubed cunt without ceremony; her massive squirting orgasm washed away much of the afterbirth. "A daughter," Lor'themar assessed, pulling his cock from her ass. "She'll be as big a whore as you, no doubt." He was not far off. The fast-growing offspring would be the size of a teenager in two weeks and fucking all manner of horny males soon after.

A well-fucked Moira was encouraging Baine to fuck her harder, telling him not to judge her by her size and that her dwarven body could take whatever he might dish out. She had orgasm after orgasm as his bulging bull-dick battered down the door to her womb, tenting the sacred, life-giving place up into her abdomen and stretching it to twice normal size with a huge load of creamy tauren cum that made her belly slosh. As her twitched and humped into her in a body-covering mating press, she wiggled her toes in the air, having orgasm after orgasm from the cunt-ruining defilement. Yet when he tried to pull out and away, she gripped his brawny wrist and told him that she wasn't done, it wasn't a proper dwarven fuckin' until she got a big whiff o' the musk of his sex-stinking cock and balls. She would not relent until Baine squatted over her face and let give a wet suckjob to his big, leathery tauren testicles and sweaty asshole.

Jaina too had countless orgasms from being violated by Orath, and when the hybrid reached his own climax and bellowed like a warrior in battle, she shuddered to one final, sweating, drooling firecracker crescendo. Cum pumped from Orath's massive 24-inch tool in a constant stream and filled up her bowels, making her belly bulge out as if she were as pregnant as Liadrin had been. The sounds of her guts being hosed with cum - splllg, sllllrrg, splllrrrrrt - echoed in time with the twitching or Orath's heavy ballsack as it hung between her thighs. The thick, overwhelming load backed up into her stomach and rose in her throat. After a moment, she gave a groan and opened her mouth, blank eyed and overwhelmed, as a gout of semen burst from her mouth and splattered down to the stone in front of her face, forming a waterfall that slid between her fat, pale tits.

She collapsed slowly forward as her arms went limp, sliding off Orath's cock until it sprung back up into the open air, leaving her ass a stretched-out ruin with a cum-soaked pinkish-red tube of prolapse trailing behind it. Further semen leaked from her mouth and this prolapsed length as she lay on her curvy hip and cradled her degrading cum-belly. Yet Orath was not satisfied, and wished to see further humiliation and disgrace. As Anduin watched, his hands still holding form on Alexstrazsa's horns, he bid the birth-addled Liadrin crawl over and lick the sperm from Jaina's ruined anus.

With her just-born babe cradled against her hanging, milk-swollen breast, feeding from it, Liadrin waited until Jaina was back on all fours and then leaned in near her buttocks, tongue-lapping her prolapsed asshole, sliding her tongue inside, and then eventually taking the meaty ass-flower into her mouth entirely, bulging her cheeks with it. Jaina moaned with pleasure and her belly hitched as she blew a thick, chunky cum fart straight down Liadrin's throat. "Nnngh! Fuck!" she gasped. "Suck the cum out of my fucked-up asshole you stupid whore! I'm going to be shitting so much cum tonight! My asshole is totally ruined by Lord Orath's huge cock!" Her belly gurgled and there was a pbbbththht sound as her ravaged bowels fed Liadrin another load of backed-up semen.

The utter debauchery of the scene, and the aftermath of what he had done to Alexstrasza, crystallized in Anduin's mind what he had to do. He hastily let go of Alex's horns and stuffed his cock back into his britches, preparing to make an exit. It would be the last time he saw Stormwind's throne room, he decided, until he could sit on the throne himself. Just as he turned to walk down the hallway of Stormwind Keep, though, Alexstrasza spoke again.

"I know what you plan to do, mortal," she said, and Anduin, who had been half-turned to leave, stopped in his tracks, trying to hide his astonishment.

"What do you mean?" he asked. Alexstrasza was silent, but the look on her face - somehow all-knowing despite the fact that she had cum and spit on slathering her features - convinced him that she had an accurate read of his intentions. Instead of playing coy any further, he asked: "Do you plan to stop me?"

She shook her head gently. "We will watch as we always have. We are content with this peace. But if it is your destiny to bring another peace, we would not interfere."

Anduin did not know what to say to that, but he thought he knew what it meant. The Dragonflights would be fine with Orath's overthrow - as long as it would not plunge Azeroth back into full-scale war.

"Very well," he said, and turned to leave again. He had to find two people, and get out of the city by nightfall. The first was Shaw, the spymaster who had served so faithfully for many years, and who remained loyal not to the new Emperor, but to Anduin and the line of Stormwind kings.

The second was Tyrande. She had been discarded… but Anduin believed she still had a very important part to play.

"Give me some cock!" Tyrande whined, from underneath her hooded cloak. The 'disguise' wasn't great, Anduin had to admit. Tyrande was statuesque in size, taller than most human males, let alone females, her huge bubble-butt was still shapely even with the loose cloth over it, and her green hair spilled out of the hood like verdant jungle fronds. But that wasn't the greatest obstacle to hiding her identity and smuggling her out of Stormwind. "I want to fuck!" she complained again. Even shrouded by the cloak, her shapely, sculpted calf muscles and perfectly-formed feet were enough to draw attention.

"Shut up!" Anduin hissed. They were standing in a deserted corner of the Stormwind docks, and he was also hooded to hide his identity. He turned to the third person at the meeting, Spymaster Shaw. "See what I mean? She's constantly like this. Whenever she's not being fucked she asks for cock constantly. She'll drop to her knees in front of random strangers and ask to suck their dicks, or bend over and ask them to fuck her ass and pussy. It took us forever just to make it here without causing a public scene."

"I see," offered Shaw. "That is a problem." The mustachioed spy put a hand to his chin in thought.

Anduin shook his head. "We need a place, not far from here, where she won't draw attention."

"I need to fuck!" Tyrande whined, nibbling her bottom lip. "I want to eat lots of cum!" Andiun had found her under a pile of hybrid males, taking three or more dicks in her holes at a time and stroking two more. She had been covered in sperm from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet, and it had taken him more than an hour to clean her up and bring her to the docks in disguise.

"I said, 'shut up!'" he warned her again.

"Why don't you shut me up by shoving your cock in my mouth?" Tyrande replied, and Anduin sighed with exasperation. It was Shaw who had the solution, though, and swung a hand out to pimp-slap the night elf leader across the face, drawing a masochistic moan. Anduin looked at him with surprise.

"Clearly she's in a state where a slap is the only thing she responds to," Shaw said.

"That," Anduin lamented, "...or a hard fuck. But I can hardly stop to do that every five minutes."

"Not really my area," Shaw said, and Anduin realized the explanation for Shaw's lack of participation in Orgrimmar's debaucheries was simple - he was as gay as a Brann Bronzebeard's hatband. Anduin was thankful for it - it meant Shaw was someone he could trust, and would not sell out his principles for the variety of nasty whores who were skulking around at court, as he himself had done.

"I need you to use your network of spies to get these messages to their destinations," Anduin told Shaw, handing him a scroll case. "But as of now, no destination is named. I don't know where the meeting should be held. Tyrande would cause a fuss no matter where I take her, and I won't be able to keep her hidden for long. It has to be close, and it has to be a place where she will blend in."

Shaw smiled, and Anduin blinked. "What's so funny?" the boy king asked.

"A night elf prone to loudly begging for sex?" Shaw replied, putting a hand on Anduin's shoulder. "I believe I know just the place. Trust me. She fit right in."

It was just a few hours later that Anduin hitched his mount - a simple horse, nothing too flashy - to the post outside the Goldshire Inn. He had to step over the drunken forms of two prostitutes to do so, and as he approached the front door with the hooded and cloaked Tyrande on his arm, he heard the sounds of loud fornication coming from the side of the building.

Inside, he gasped at the sight. There were naked night elves dancing on tables while ruddy dwarves and Stormwind soldiers plinked them with copper coins. There were night elves bouncing on cocks. There were night elves leading human and dwarf johns to the upstairs rooms by their dicks. One night elf was draped over the bar, getting plowed by a tauren… and he had several friends lined up behind to repeat the deed once he was done. The atmosphere was boisterous and the sounds of sex and drunken conversation drowned out all else. Anduin felt faint hope. Shaw was right. Nobody would notice Tyrande acting like a slut in this place.

Orath would likely not notice his and Tyrande's absence until the next morning. He had long ago discarded Tyrande as a used-up, brainless whore and tossed her to the hybrid garrison to be used as a breeding factory. Anduin realized that the night elf matron was, even more than Sylvanas Windrunner, the most-raped female in all of Azeroth. Sylvanas had been fucked continuously for ten solid days during the siege of Orgrimmar, it was true… but Tyrande had been raped and bred continuously inside the Teldrassil time-bubble for a thousand years. The number of monstrously large Kil'kron orc penises she had sucked and fucked numbered in the hundreds of thousands; she no longer responded to the name 'Tyrande' and instead was usually called "Dumb Bitch", "Cunt", "Toilet" and "Hey You". Yet she was so fertile and her body so unsurpassed in perfection that her massive bubble-butt, huge tits, tight throat, and cock-milking ass and pussy were somehow still usable and not totally worn out. Even her womb was still chugging along, dropping out hybrid babies weekly. Anduin counted himself lucky to have found her between pregnancies.

He had a plan for Tyrande. Jaina's revenge for the night elves had been an excuse to crush the horde, but it had solved the races problems not at all - they had still been reduced to a bunch of sex slaves and brainless fuck-toilets by the atrocity at Teldrassil. True redemption, he thought, would start with the night elves. From there, he would bring Azeroth back into line. Perhaps war would break out again. But it would be better than the debauched empire of rape it had become.

"Alright, let's find a table and wait for-" he started, and then looked around. Tyrande was gone from his side. She still moved silently as a cat, even after all that had befallen her, and it took him a second to figure out where she had gone. She was kneeling under his horse, stroking the beast's long, flaccid penis to life.

I should have taken a female horse, he thought.

Tyrande pressed her nose up against the horse's sweaty, leathery dick as it emerged from its sheath, inhaling deeply and then moaning. "Nnngh! It stinks!" she groaned, and then rubbed the oily shaft all over her face, leaving her beautiful features covered in chunks of horse smegma. "I love horse cock!" She was squatting on her heels, thighs spread, and the cloak was pulled up over her ass, revealing those glorious, spherical, muscled butt globes, each one as round as Elune at half-phase. She hadn't even bothered wearing any underpants and her asshole and pussy were totally exposed - the latter orifice was dripping hot strands of lube onto the ground.

She opened her mouth and took the girthy appendage in, stretching her jaw with the first few inches, that included the spongy, smegma-flecked crown. She gagged and drooled, beginning to bob her head and suckle, dripping spit down in long strands before pulling away and moaning, banging the big dick on her cheek. "Mmm! I love sucking huge dirty animal cocks!" she declared to several passers-by, and amazingly, Shaw's prediction held true and they ignored her, as if such declarations were heard at the Goldshire Inn on a regular basis.

Anduin hustled back over to the hitching post with alarm, but not before Tyrande had almost the entire fat horse cock down her throat. The animal's penis was as large as Orath's member; but Tyrande's deep-throating skills had been honed over the course of a millenium, and her gagging, sucking, drooling face took every bestial inch until the beast's enormous, sweat-soaked nutsack was right on her chin. "Gluuuuuarrrrrk!" Tyrande grunted, and spit and cum blew out her regal nose and onto the beast's shaft.

"Get up from there! Quickly! Before someone notices!" Anduin begged, but of course, Tyrande didn't know or care why they were in Goldshire in the first place, was not concerned about Anduin's desire for secrecy. She was too busy cupping the stallion's huge, swaying nuts, rubbing them with her thumbs, squeezing them, feeling the sloshing, heavy cum load inside while her throat was utterly defiled by the beast. After thirty seconds of gagging herself nearly unconscious on the throbbing horsemeat, she withdrew it like a sword-swallower finishing her act, leaving huge, bubbly strands of cum and spit connecting the fat cock-flange to her dick-lathered face. She tucked her head further in and flattened her mouth against one of those big horse nuts, sucking it as best she could, making a lewd O-shaped face as she widened her lips as much as she could on the bulging orb. "Nnngh! This beast has such a huge load in his nuts!" she gasped, rubbing her face in the sweaty, leathery sack. Flies buzzed around and lit on her chin and cheeks as she smeared oily perspiration and beast musk on her regal features, her eyes utterly blank with lust.

Making a noise of frustration, Anduin moved quickly to the side of his horse (who was having his best day in a long time, certainly) and stooped down, grabbing Tyrande by the hair. She made a moan of protest as he hauled her out, her feet dragging on the dirt and grass outside Goldshire's Inn. "I want to fuck the horse!" she insisted, and Anduin brought his fist back and punched her right in the jaw, which would have sent her toppling down if he hadn't had a fistful of her bountiful green hair. Tyrande cried out, but even in her surprise it was more a moan of pleasure and not protest.

"Ugh!" she moaned, and then licked her lip where his fist had landed. "Fuck, I love it when human males beat the shit out of me-"

"Shut up!" Anduin growled, rolling his eyes in frustration, backhanding and pimp-slapping Tyrande over and over again. "Shut up, you stupid fucking cum dump!"

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

He pummeled her face back and forth with his gloved hand, all while holding a fistful of her hair, drawing sexual moans each time until finally she was too dazed to speak at all. His cock hardened in his britches again at the utter depravity of what he was forced to do - beating the tall, gorgeous, formerly untouchable leader of the night elves like a brain dead hooker, in public - but it seemed he had no choice. After a millennium of being skull-fucked by her orcish captors, and then bred by hybrids for further months on end, Tyrande responded obediently only to the mistreatment of male jailers. Otherwise she was nothing but a horse-rimming, ball-sucking, cock-cheese-cleaning toilet whore!

"Yeah, that's how you show a night elf bitch who's boss!" someone remarked, walking in to the Goldshire Inn with another night elf prostitute on his arm. But amazingly, besides that one other human, who seemed not to recognize Anduin at all, nobody else said anything about him slapping the piss out of Tyrande right in the street. He looked at Tyrande and was suddenly disgusted by both the amount of spit and horse-scum on her face and lips - it was flecked everywhere, big chunks were on her lips and in her nostrils - and her brainless, orgasmic expression as she obviously got off on being hit.

"Not we have to clean you off!" he growled again, and threw her face-first into a watering trough by the side of the Inn, were she splashed and blubbered, her head underwater, her big, round ass sticking out. He unbuttoned his britches and slid out his cock, pressing the engorged head between her thighs and using one hand to shove her face against the bottom of the trough, making sure she could not take a breath. His penis slid inside her molten slit, already absolutely soaked from the abuse, and went to the hilt easily. Tyrande mewled like an animal and bucked back against him. After all the rape her slit - riddled with bumps from years and yeras of use - still had a perfect cock-milking shape and pressure; the inside being textured with fleshy nodules only made it feel even better. He quickly found himself pressing against her cervix, which seemed to descend to meet him and kiss his cocktip lovingly. As Tyrande blubbered in the water and squirmed, her began to thrust, pounding his cocktip against her baby room, battering his way in, feeling the way her huge, round ass bounced against his pelvis. It was heaven, and his apprehension in treating her this way was dispelled by the necessity of the act. Tyrande would not sit still or be quiet with males around unless she was totally fucked into exhaustion.

The drowning made her pussy contract fantastically, and after several minutes of jamming her face into the trough bottom and carving her sloppy, soaked twat, angling his pipe up, down, left and right and feeling the way her pussy stretched and bent around him, Anduin was ready to blow and Tyrande's movements were becoming sluggish. She had already cum at least once - he felt her body contract - and Anduin gritted his teeth and pumped a fat load of nut sauce deep into her womb, gasping with satisfaction as she blubbered and gurgled in the fetid trough-water. He only hoped to buy enough time to-

"There you are!" came a sprightly female voice. "Uh… is this the right when? Lemme see-"

Anduin turned to look over his shoulder. At first he saw nothing, but then he looked down and saw a blonde-haired girl gnome standing as short as could be. Suddenly he was utterly embarrassed at his actions, and pulled out of Tyrande, leaving her gasping for breath and slumped lewdly over the trough, cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy. "Chromie!" he hissed. "This isn't - I mean, I never planned to-"

Chromie pointed to his crotch with one of her tiny hands, and Anduin realized his dick was hanging out of his pants. He quickly stuffed the softening member back inside. "I got the message from Shaw!" she said, crossing her arms. "But I'm surprised you wanted to meet in a place like this!"

"It's…" Anduin began to explain, but his shoulders just slumped. "I'll explain inside as we wait for the others."

Besides Anduin and Tyrande, the table had three cloaked figures. Chromie, the foremost member of the Bronze Dragonflight, was one of them, boosted onto a chair and seated on a stack of books from the upstairs rooms so she could see. Baine Bloodhoof, looking enormous in his hooded cloak (and unable to hide his protruding horns) was another. Anduin spoke grimly over a mug of ale as he addressed the third.

"Once our plan is in motion, we will need soldiers who will not fall into disorder at the temptation of the kal'dorei," Anduin was saying. The hooded figure nodded.

"I understand. Imagine my surprise when I received this missive from my longtime enemy." The figure's mug of ale was untouched. It seemed that eating or drinking were not among his interests. "And if I give you your soldiers-"

"-I will see that she is taken back from Gilneas and returned to Lordaeron," Anduin finished. He paused, then added. "Returned to you."

"A dangerous bargain," Baine offered, his low voice rumbling. "The revenge the Banshee Queen will take for her humiliation would be… endless."

The third figure pulled back his hood and addressed Anduin intently with his eyes glowing a pitted, ominous red. "If she is returned to me… you have a deal," Nathanos Blightcaller said. "But how do you intend to meet your end of the bargain, without putting down that wolf of yours?"

"Let me worry about that," Anduin assured. "Greymane can be reasoned with."

"I want cock!" Tyrande whined, leaning forward on her forearms. "This is boring!" Anduin gave her a backhand across the face and rolled his eyes.

"You really think this whore is worth saving?" Nathanos asked.

"I could ask you the same of Sylvanas."

"A fair point," he conceded. "I suppose we both have our reasons."

There was an awkward pause around the table, and then Anduin spoke up. "Chromie, can you do what I explained to you in Shaw's letter?"

"It'll take a lotta power, but I think I can," the tiny gnome replied. She was watching a night elf barmaid get ass-fucked near the fireplace with interest. "But a thousand year time bubble is a heck of a trick! It took the whole Infinite Dragonflight to do it last time."

Anduin nodded. "Just do the best you can. It took a thousand years to make Tyrande what she is. In another thousand, we can reform her, and every night elf in Teldrassil. But we need soldiers to toss out the hybrids and rape gangs before Chromie casts the spelll. And they can't be soldiers that are going to be led around by their dicks."

"So that's why you need Forsaken," Blightcaller offered.

"Yes."

"Once Orath detects the time disturbance, he will send soldiers," Baine rumbled. "We will need allies outside of the bubble as well as within."

"I have an idea about that too," Anduin said. "Jaina would lead any assault, we only need to find people willing to oppose her." He took a swig of his ale. "I have Shaw on it. The time bubble will take perhaps a month, but inside, a thousand years will pass. Tyrande will be the salvation of her people, if what I've studied is true."

They all seemed to consider this, and then Tyrande piped up again. "Aren't any of you going to fuck me?" she complained. "I want a fat cock up my ass!" She licked her lips. "You can even piss down my throat… drink the rest of that ale and just put your cock in my mouth!"

Anduin sighed heavily. "And the sooner we put this plan into action," he said, "the better."