Who is Tara???

Recently I was contacted by someone asking if Tara had contacted me. After asking who Tara is, they deleted the conversation without answering.

So to clarify, Ill add a sexstory beneath this question so I fullfil the rule of having to make each post a sex story. If you want to read it, scroll to beneath the line. If you want more of it? Check ‘serving the horde’ on archive of our own.

So who is Tara? Ive been seeing posts ‘dedicated’ to her, I’ve seen people talking about her, and I think Ive even seen some of her comments, but why is she become such a big part of this site? And why are people asking me if she contacted me yet? Will she? Why hasnt she?

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As Sylvanas Windrunner drove a blade through the heart of a worgen noble unfortunate enough to run into her, the banshee queen smirked. Sure, her job wasn’t the most delicate, or subtle, but she loved doing it. Those nasty worgen had bothered her long enough now, and this battle marked yet another victory for the horde over the worgen kingdom of Gilneas. Soon, she would push back against their forced enough, that none would remain on the entire continent, if she had any say in it, at least.

She didn’t do this out of necessity, or hate, so much as she did it as a sport. Whenever she thought about the alliance, she imagined a group of posh, pathetic weaklings. Humans, who could only be described as ‘average’ in every way. Dwarves, who were strong but too drunk to be of much help. Gnomes, smart but so small they couldn’t pose much threat in battle. The list went on, but the only members of the alliance Sylvanas saw as potentially competent, were the worgen. Fast, strong, large, and while not the most intelligent, they were smarter than many of the creatures Sylvanas considered allies. Honestly, if the worgen had joined the horde in this everlasting age of war, then Sylvanas had likely found a great respect in the worgen. It was exactly because of this, that she found these creatures to be naught more than vermin. They had the potential for greatness by the side of the horde, and instead they squandered their potential by siding with failures!

Sylvanas took a deep breath to relax herself from the battle, which had now ended. As the thrill of battle calmed, she felt the cold blood in her veins unchanged. She remembered how it had once boiled in excitement and adrenaline, only for her body to now be cold as stone. As she delved into her nostalgia, surrounded by countless fallen enemies, she heard a group approach. As she turned her head to the side, to learn who stood before her, she quickly stood up straight. “Warchief, why are you here? I have everything under control, and the worgen will not be bothering us much longer in these parts.” Sylvanas said. She didn’t particularly like Garrosh, the warchief, but since he was leading the horde, she couldn’t simply send him away. “Sylvanas, the plans have changed. We have struck a deal with the worgen, and they will join our ranks in the horde, where their might will finally be respected. There is no longer any need for you to continue your siege on their lands, but your next job is ready for you.”

“Next job?” Sylvanas asked, surprised to hear this shocking news. “As queen of the forsaken it ought to be time I return to the undercity and take care of my people. As fun as it was hunting worgen, I must admit I haven’t visited the Tirisfal Glades quite as often as I should have.” She added. “Oh, there won’t be any need for that, I’ll see that taken care off. You see, your new job was part of the demands the worgen had before joining the mighty horde. You will do this job, or you will be considered a deserter.” Garrosh grinned. Sylvanas couldn’t believe her ears. Garrosh hadn’t told what this job would be, but it was obvious from his tone that it was something he took great sadistic pleasure in. Right as she was about to ask what this job would entail, she felt strong arms grab her wrists, before cuffing them behind her back. Normally she would have watched her back, but in the presence of the warchief, she had not expected any attackers to target her. After all, killing the warchief would hold much greater benefit to whatever sneaky bastard cuffed her, right?

Well, she wasn’t completely wrong. If they had wanted to kill someone, they would’ve perhaps benefitted from attacking Garrosh, but murder was not their goal. A large worgen stepped out from behind her, growling at her as he did. While worgen were normally already quite tall, this one was also built like a house. He wasn’t fat in the slightest, just pure muscle. At least half a meter taller than her, and easily twice as wide.

The towering beastman snarled violently at her, as she shouted for the traitor to be killed. “See this, Hellscream? This scum has no intention of joining us!” She hissed. But Garrosh only laughed. “I had expected you smarter, banshee. Let me spell it out for you. The worgen join the horde, and in return I make you apolagise to them for their fallen brethren in whatever way they see fit. Can you believe it? Thats all they asked! Great deal if you ask me. So, they made clear that they will consider your part of the deal done, once youre no more than a slut hungry for horde cock. You will start by serving Walter Woods over here. He lost all his friends and family by your hands, poor soul. To make it up to him, we allowed him to be your trainer. He decides when you eat, when you drink, when you sleep and ofcourse who or what you fuck, and when.

Sylvanas gritted her teeth. The worgen would indeed make a great ally, but for them to join, she would have to be desecrated like this? A cruel fate, no doubt. Perhaps she had deserved it, for all the worgen she had single handedly killed, but Garrosh had much worse actions to his name, so why was she being punished? She was just about to protest when Walter quite literally ripped his clothes off, revealing a sheath, much like that of a dog. Sylvanas swallowed her words for a moment. “You can’t be serious Garrosh, I’m the queen of the forsaken, if you do this to me you’ll lose the support of my people!” She shouted, but Garrosh laughed again. “Sylvanas, you hopeful critter, that matter has already been settled. Lor’themar Theron has sent troops to the undercity to find a capable replacement to your leadership, and until then the Tirisfal Glades will be under his personal supervision. Now, go enjoy your time with Walter, he gets bloodthirsty if kept waiting too long, or so the other worgen tell me.” Garrosh explained, as he turned around to leave, carrying a bright and uncharacteristic smile on his face as he gave the dethroned undead one last glance.

Sylvanas considered fleeing, but knowing where she was, she realised there was simply no way for her to get to safety without being hunted down. After all, the worgen were much faster than her, and their sense of smell was unrivaled. Escape was not an option, and cuffed as she was, fighting wasn’t an option either. She glared at the giant worgen, who glared back with fire in his eyes.

“Get to work, slut” Walter said as he stepped towards Sylvanas, a red tip appearing from his sheath. Sylvanas looked in disgust. Even if fleeing and fighting weren’t options, she wasn’t about to submit to the creatures she had been hunting for sport. She turned her head away from the rugged beast and scoffed. Walter didn’t take kindly to that, and lunged towards her. Bit by bit, he began tearing all the clothing off her body. While she suffered some scratches and bruises in the process, Walter was honestly more precise and cautious that could be expected from the freak of nature. Sylvanas tried to shout insults at him, but she was quickly silenced by a thick red shaft filling up her entire mouth. To be fair, it made sense a large worgen would pack a large tool, but no amount of reason could’ve prepared Sylvanas for what was now indirectly attempting to dislocate her jaw. The red shining meat was almost as thick as an apple! And that was just the shaft… by the stars, that was just the shaft! Beyond the long crimson shaft, almost the length of Sylvanas forearm, there was a large bulbous knot, around twice as thick as the shaft it was connected to. As the throbbing meat was thrusted in and out of her mouth rapidly Sylvanas felt relieved for being undead, as she wasn’t sure she would even survive this lack of breath otherwise.

To make things worse, she could feel the large rod frequently shooting out its salty liquids. Each shot covered her tongue in a taste quite different from any cum she had tasted before. Salty, yet watery. Much thinner than she was used to, and less bitter. Perhaps, even a hint of some metallic taste. Strangely, it reminded Sylvanas of a dry red wine. However, she would much rather be drinking a glass of that, than have this similarly colored pillar of flesh thrusted into her mouth repeatedly. She struggled in her cuffs, trying to get out. She knew there really wasn’t a chance of that succeeding, but if it did she could fight, or worst case scenario, she would at least be able to use her hands to make this foul creature finish faster. She closed her eyes for a moment as she thought made sure there really was no better way to do this, and then after attempting, and failing, to take a deep breath, she began bobbing her head towards the large veiny dick occupying her lips. Walter looked down in surprise, and stopped humping. He pulled out of Sylvanas mouth, leaving her to finally breath again. She coughed up spit and worgen cum as her whole body shivered. “I know what you’re trying to do here, beast. Postive reinforcement, I do as you wish, and you make things more bareable for me. It would be a clever tactic, if I weren’t intelligent enough to realise it. I will keep doing things however I believe them to make things least bothersome. If that happens to allign with your ‘training’, then that is no more than a lucky coincidence. You will NEVER be able to make me into a loyal sex servant to your people.” Sylvanas scoffed, causing Walter to cock an eyebrow. “My people? You misunderstand. It is not the worgen you will be serving, but the horde. Whenever youre lucky, worgen might rock your world, but other times you’ll be serving the less powerful or well endowed beings allied to the horde. Or, whenever we need some life bait to draw out beasts, you’ll come in handy for that. We’ll make sure you don’t die… again… but I can’t guarantee you won’t wish we’d let you. So, consider my training your greatest help. If you can succesfully start enjoying these things, then your life will be much easier. The horde doesn’t need you to be ‘intelligent’, it needs you to sate our lust and our carnal desires. Our primal urges. Now, get on your fucking knees and finish what you started before I make you do it.” Walter snarled. Sylvanas realised how powerless she was at this time. It wasnt just this worgen against her, it was the entire horde! And it wasn’t as if the alliance would welcome her with open arms. In all honesty, she had no allies to turn to other than the horde, so perhaps the large beast was right. Perhaps, serving the horde this way was the best she could do for now. At least she’d be fed and looked after, until her loyal subjects protested for her freedom eventually.

Sylvanas took another deep breath, then looked towards her worgen master. “Walter, if you’d free me from these cuffs I could do a much better job serving the horde. I know I have no chance to escape or fight, as I’d have nowhere to turn to. You can let me out of these bindings.” Sylvanas reasoned, and Walter carefully nodded his head. He carefully let Sylvanas out of her handcuffs, and within a second or so later he felt the cold steel of a dagger pressing at his neck. “I wont kill you. As I said, it would only spell my own demise. However, remember this moment. Anything I do, I do by my own choice. You’re not the boss of me.” She said, before lowering the dagger again and tossing it to the side. Walter’s first instinct was to attack her, but he withheld, as he felt Sylvanas’ hands around his cock. She sure knew how to work those hands well.

As Sylvanas explored each centimeter of the immense member with her thin nimble fingers, she had her tongue join in the exploration. There was a lot to explore, but with her hands finally freed, she was confident she could end this rather quickly. Walter kept covering her tongue, face and breasts in shot after shot of his salty seed while Sylvanas began wondering just how much more could come out before this was over. She expected a handful of squirts, not an entire damn shower! As she got more and sure it would end soon, Walter’s grin became bigger. Then, right when the throbbing heat in Sylvanas hands reached a point of wild twitching, almost like it was trying to dance, Walter pulled away. ‘Sorry slut, but I gotta take a leak. We’ll resume after that, but I’ll be using your ass to cum, since I have other things to do today. Now, open your mouth, this is a perfect chance to mark my property.” Walter said as he stood up and aimed his red shaft at the banshee queen.

Sylvanas bit her lip and clenched her fists. She wanted to protest, or fight, but she had seen her fair share of slut training during her time with the horde and she knew that the instant she opened her mouth, a stream of hot pee would hit her in the face, humiliating her only further if she actually tried to protest. Thus, she decided begrudgingly to obey. She opened her mouth, and cupped her hands under her chin to catch any pee she wouldn’t be able to swallow. Walter was hard as a rock, so he wouldn’t be able to pee much, she was guessing. It was just a tactic to bring his climax further away so he could fuck her longer, and to humiliate her at the same time, surely. Well, she was wrong. Walter’s pee hit her like a gunshot. When a guy gets hard, the pee shoots out with far more force, and Sylvanas noticed it instantly. It shot into her mouth and almost instantly made her cough from the amount and force being aimed into her mouth. As she coughed, her face got covered in the steamy liquid too, and by extension her perky breasts as well. If Sylvanas makeup wasn’t runny from the rough animalistic face-fuck yet, then it sure was now.

The stream of hot urine seemed neverending. And while Sylvanas tried to drink everything, she simply didn’t stand a chance. When the stream finally ended, she felt like she had just drank at least a liter, and still her skin was wet from head to toe. “You disgusting beast!” Sylvanas hissed, no longer able to contain her feistyness. The insult was followed by a wet hot slap across her face from the red shaft. Her face stung, as she gritted her teeth. Then, another slap, making sure both her cheeks were sore and red. “Don’t you ever fucking talk back to me again, or next time I won’t be so gentle to you.” Walter said, making Sylvanas wonder what the wolfman considered ‘gentle’. Both slaps were strong enough that she felt she would’ve been knocked unconsious if she hadn’t been so tough herself.

Walter was done being nice, and pushed Sylvanas head to the ground with his foot-paw. As he stood on her head to keep it on the floor, he aimed his cock down towards her ass, and without warning he slid himself inside. Ofcourse, Sylvanas was far too tight for him, but he didn’t let that stop him. This was training after all, and punishment. Where her butt might be tight, his strength was greater than her tightness and he simply forced it in, making Sylvanas once again glad to be undead. “Who would’ve thought it? The cold and undead banshee slut is still warm inside!” Walter cheered as he began sliding himself in and out of the small but well-rounded butt. Sylvanas enjoyed anal, usually, but this dick was simply too big for her to enjoy. Especially without lube, or foreplay. She tightened her insides to try and force the beast out, but instead it only caused him to howl in pleasure. It seemed Walter was as tough as he was big. As the massive cock spread her apart she could feel every vein and every throb resonate through her entire body. Pain at first, and then, some pleasure began mixing it’s way into her mind. Ofcourse, the pain didn’t stop though.

Anytime Sylvanas felt her warmth starting to get used to the size just a bit, her cruel master would start going just a bit deeper again. Before long, Sylvanas understood that Walter had no intention of being satisfied before tying the knot, even if it would make her feel worse pain than any she had felt before in recent years. And there it was, after at least 20 minutes of constant merciless pounding. Sylvanas felt the knot touch her backside. As she felt just how much thicker it was, she began to feel great pity for all those whom she had witnessed being ‘trained’ by the horde in the past. So many of those pathetic alliance failures had been in her place, with some large orc or a feral druid doing the training, sometimes even Tauren, and now Sylvanas was in this place herself. And it was her place now, her place beneath the mighty men of the horde.

Sylvanas dug her nails into the dirt as the knot began getting pushed in. She tried to protest once again, but stopped before saying the first word, as Walter’s sharp nails shined brightly in front of her, her face still stuck firmly between the floor and his canine foot. The knot went deeper and deeper inside her, at an agonizingly slow pace. It felt like hours before it finally slipped in, but when it did, she gasped her air. As much as she didn’t need to breath, being this full still felt as if the air was knocked out of her. She felt as if an entire basketball was plugging her up, attached to a baseball bat inside her. While his size might not actually be that big, Walter certainly wasn’t ‘small’.

Walter lifted Sylvanas up, letting after putting her handcuffs back on. Then, he lifted the cuffs over his head so his neck and shoulders would support some of the dethroned queen’s weight, as he stretched and began to walk off, carrying Sylvanas around with his knot still deep inside her. “Wait a moment, stop! Where do you think you’re going?!” Sylvanas cried out, as the walking only made the knot more painful. It became so painful even, that Sylvanas began to feel her consciousness slipping away and her bladder empty itself to make more space. “To Kalimdor, ofcourse. It was fun breaking you in, but if we don’t hurry we will miss the airship. In other words, no time to wait for the knot to shrink.” He said, as he began to pick up the pace. Sylvanas fainted long before the airship was in sight.

As Sylvanas woke up, she found herself in a horde encampment. If she had to guess from what she could see out of the window, she’d say the camp was somewhere in the Northern barrens, but she could be mistaken. She heard the voices of people busily loading and unloading boxes of supplies and such. She looked around tbe room she woke up in, and saw it was rather comfortable-looking. She had expected less, in the position she had currently been put in, so for a moment she wondered if it had all been a horrible nightmare, but a stinging pain in her backdoor made it very clear that was not the case. She carefully got up, trying not to mind the pain too much, and was happily surprised to even find some clothes laid out and ready for her to wear. She put them on, and sighed in relief to find out it was just like her usual garbs. She rubbed her sore behind a moment, then took a deep breath as she headed out into the camp.

She noticed Walter talking to an orc a few meters away from the building she had woken up in, and as she stepped outside the large worgen signed the orc to wait and turned to Sylvanas. “You’ll have to work on your recovery speed. We can’t go giving you 3 days of sleep after every shag like we did this time.” Walter said in a grumpy tone. Sylvanas was dumbfounded. 3 whole days? She looked back to the building she was in, and Walter understood her confusion. “What, didn’t expect a decent place to sleep? Your services are better and more fun for us if you rest well, so naturally we give you a good bed and such, at least. Seems You’ll be sharing the rooms though. Not everyone in camp felt willing to wait on your recovery, so yesterday they went off to get me another girl to train. They’ll be back any moment now, so when the new girl gets here be sure to show her around your room and treat her gently, because I’m sure we won’t!” Walter laughed, and sure enough, about 20 minutes later a troll and an orc came riding into camp, carrying a young tied up draenei. She was asleep, or unconsious, and after being handed over to Walter he decided to put her in Sylvanas’ bed for now, at least until he put a second bed into the room, which he would do before the night.

After Walter left to get the tools and supplies needed to construct a bed, Sylvanas looked at the draenei and felt pity. She looked like she had barely even entered puberty. Breasts that were barely enough to call ‘budding’, a butt which had a nice shape, but no meat on it, and the girl was clearly much shorter than any adult draenei. As Sylvanas watched the girl, she eventually woke up, after Walter had finished preparing the room for Sylvanas’ new roommate. The girl looked around with a scared look on her face, but didn’t say anything. “Hello, my name is Sylvanas. I’m sorry, but you and me both, cannot escape this place. We will be trained into submission, and made to sate the lust of the people in this camp, and wherever else they take us.” Sylvanas explained, causing the girl to look confused. “Lust?” The girl asked in a sweet voice, too innocent to even know what her roommate meant. But she wouldn’t have to wait long before finding out.

Walter entered the room, and Sylvanas could tell the animalistic man was horny from the look in his glowing red eyes. “Sylvanas, since the other girl is new and probably virgin, I’ll be nice and let you chose. 1 of you will take 2 cocks, and the other will be gangbanged.” Walter said. Sylvanas new her choice within an instance. “I’ll take on the group.” She said confidently. “Oh? Perhaps the idea of being gangbanged turns you on? Or, maybe you’ve already awakened a sweetspot for this girl. Well, whichever it is, get ready.” He said as he began taking his clothes off. Then, he knocked on the door and a group began entering the room. 3 tauren, 1 of which was quite average size for a tauren, while the other two towered over the other, 2 orcs, a troll and two blood elves walked in and began undressing.

Some of them already sported an erection, while looking back and forth between the girls who would service them, wondering which they would get to enjoy. Walter talked to them for a moment while Sylvanas spoke to the girl. “Whatever they do or ask, try to obey. There is no escape from this, and disobeying them will only make things hurt more. Once everything is finally over, I’ll be here to look after you and make sure you’re okay.” Sylvanas said, feeling responsible for the little girl’s wellbeing. She moved away from the young draenei as Walter pulled her to her bed. It seemed things were about to start. The group of men split up, with the 2 large tauren walking to the draenei girl, and the other 6 guys walking to Sylvanas and Walter. “Wait, you’re making her deal with the biggest guys in here? She cant take that, she could get seriously hurt!” Sylvanas exclaimed, feeling betrayed, though not entirely surprised. She had a feeling that whichever fate she would give the girl in this scenario, Walter would use it as a chance to train Sylvanas in knowing that whatever she does, she’s still beneath Walter. “You should worry about yourself Sylvanas, rather than letting that girl distract you from your training. See the tauren thats kissing her now? Thats Braudin, he’s a priest. So, if they break her in a bit too hard, he’ll ensure she’s all healed up before leaving the room. Lets hope they don’t make her need 3 recovery days like I did to you.” Walter snickered. Sylvanas did feel better, knowing Braudin was a priest, but now the terror of her own situation began to kick in. 7 men stood ready to fuck her. The 2 blood elves were by far the most ‘normal’ amongst them, possessing a regular sized cock each, around 15cm long, and not too thick. The orcs had very different dicks, with the darker colored orc wielding a shorter dick, which was immensely thick, and the lighter orc had a long and curved cock, with regular thickness. The troll’s cock looked different, as it didn’t have a mushroom shape but similarly to a worgen it was just a shaft with a pointy end. The difference was that the troll didn’t have a knot, and in comparison to Walter, the troll was definitely less well endowed. The tauren was packed. His horse cock was big enough that Sylvanas could easily imagine it belonging to an actual horse, making him easily rival Walter in size. She gulped, but then Braudin and the other large tauren caught her attention. Both of which, had horse cocks undeniably even bigger than the smaller tauren.

The draenei girl cried as Braudin forced his tongue in her mouth. First, the horde had came and attacked. During the attack, the girl had been hit on her head and when she woke up, she was in a camp in Ashenville. She didn’t remember much, but she knew she was scared. She didn’t remember her parents, or her friends, or her home. A day or so later, she had been knocked unconsious by an orc, and when she woke up, she again found herself in a new camp, with a pretty grey-skinned lady looking at her. And now, she was being kissed against her will. The lady who called herself Sylvanas seemed nice, but she hated everything else that she could remember. Braudin put his fingers on the little girl’s pussy and began circling her clit with his large fingers. The draenei tried to push his hand away as tears streamed from her eyes, but he was far too large and strong to even budge. As Braudin finally pulled his face away from hers, the other tauren wasted no time filling the hole with his cock. It didn’t fit. It simply couldn’t. And somehow, it still did. As the large squishy piece of meat slid across her tongue, Braudin wasted no time putting her on all fours and began licking both her tiny slit and her butthole eagerly. The draenei began crying harder as her light blue skin was licked, and wanted to say something like “those are icky places, don’t put your tongue there!”, but due to the cock in her mouth she couldn’t. Instead, she decided to bite down.

To her surprise, the squishyness of the meat was so high, her biting accomplished nothing except making the tauren angry. He pulled out and slapped her with his large hand, so loud that everyone in the room turned their heads to it. The draenei screamed in pain. “Please help me! Sylvanas, please stop them, please!” She cried, before getting another slap across the face, this time by the tauren’s thick member, signaling her to suck it, but she refused. The tauren started to get angry, and signed Braudin to switch places and as Braudin stuffed his cock into her mouth, the other tauren smashed through her hymen all the way to her womb in 1 push, as he began venting his anger with hard thrusts and spanks.

As the sound of 2 tauren raping a young draenei filled the room, the gangbang group ordered Sylvanas to lower her ass on the darker skinned orc. The thickness wasn’t as bad as Walter’s knot, but it certainly reminded her of it. With its shape, it was almost like a buttplug, except it didn’t get thinner near the base. As she finally managed to hilt herself onto the dark green cock, Walter took his claim on her pubic mound. As her master, he considered it his right to train each of her holes first, and this was the only one he hadn’t conquered in their initial meeting. He pushed his tip inside and began rutting like a dog, quickly filling her up with his constant stream of canine cum. These 2 cocks were already extremely overwhelming, so Sylvanas couldn’t really do much. It all felt like a haze, like a dream. A nightmare that she couldn’t escape. But she had to stay strong. If she passed out, noone would give the draenei proper aftercare. With that motivation, she strived to make the guys cum as fast as she could. She took a blood elf in each hand and began stroking their warm dicks rythmatically, as they aimed at her tits. Tits, which quickly got occupied by the tauren’s dry smooth cock, sliding between them slowly. She had wanted the troll to go faster, but decided not to complain as it would only make them hurt her more. She was surprised at the taurens choice to use her breasts, due to their small size, but the large furry man seemed ample satisfied with sliding his hot meat across tiny bumps, and he took extra joy in pinching and rubbing her nipples. The troll moved to her head, and slid his slippery shiny cock into her mouth. It tasted… spicy? Not the spice like a jalapeño pepper, but rather, the troll’s erection tasted of black pepper, and the natural touch of salt. Just the light green orc was left, looking at Sylvanas’ body and noticing cocks surrounded it almost everywhere. Then, he found his target. He stepped behind Walter and grabbed the banshee’s smooth grey feet. While her feet were quite small, they would make for great servicing tools, so he began sliding his curved cock across her soles, quickly followed by Sylvanas trying to add a footjob to the motions she was doing. She had good control over her body, but she never expected to use it in this way. She realised now that practically every part of her was being used to service some horny man’s lust. It felt humiliating, like she was being defiled and dishonored from head to toe, which was quite literally the case actually.

The little draenei was getting slid back and forth like she was nothing more than a fleshlight, a cocksleeve, a toy. Everytime Braudin pulled out, the other tauren pushed in. She felt her princess parts split open by the large cock, about as thick as her thigh, and she wondered how any of this could be happening to her. Not just, why it would, but definitely also how it was possible for her to survive this. She imagined it had something to do with the priest the worgen had mentioned. The priest who was now sliding his wet and salty horsemeat into her small blue mouth. Both tauren began to speed up and grunt loudly, before both pushed in as deep as they could. She felt Braudin’s shaft fill her throat as the other tauren Knocked violently against her cervix before both began spilling out waves of creamy sticky goo. She was terrified. She didn’t understand what was happening at all, she just knew it hurt, and she wished it would end. To her dismay, it didn’t end quite yet. As the large taurens flipped her around, with her mouth towards the other tauren, and her bottom towards Braudin. Once more without warning, both bull-men thrusted into her with not a shred of mercy, however, Braudin decided to open up a new hole. The once-tight light blue nunny was now red and gaping, leaking cum. He much prefered her tiny starfish, and since he was allowed to do.whayeber he wanted, he opened up her tight anal muscle, so tight it felt like he was pushing through a steel vault door, and finally made his way in. One benefit for the draenei; while it hurt 10x more, this tightness would make Braudin surely cum much faster than he did in the first round.

Sylvanas moved her whole body to the rythm of the 7 guys’ thrusting. She felt every throb, and every drop of precum. Especially Walter had a lot of those, and to her surprise he was first to cum, hilting his massive knot inside her tight hole. The dark green orc followed soon after, as the tightness had become too much for him now that the knot was pushed in. Sylvanas kept eagerly stroking the two blood elves with her hands, and the light green orc with her feet. She hoped her footjob felt good, but as she had very little expirience with those she couldn’t make a good guess of how long she’d have to bare with it. The tauren was sliding in easier by the minute as precum lubed up her mouth and throat, and Sylvanas couldn’t help but be surprised the horse-cock hadn’t erupted its thick cream into her mouth yet. The troll was the least of her worries, as he was mostly just doing his own thing, not bothering her much other than teasing her nipples and boobs.

The light green orc was next to finish, blowing a large creamy load over her feet and legs. He had hoped to shoot into her, but seeing as her whole body was occupied he just had to claim a spot sooner next time. As Sylvanas’ feet were let go, she could finally make room for Walter to leave. He had been pulling the knot for a few minutes, and having been freed from Sylvanas’ leg lock, he now pulled with force to burst free out of her tight insides. She felt as though her body weighed only half as much, now that the heavy canine cock left her body. Before stepping away though, Walter shot some last spurts of semen onto his slave’s thighs and the area just above her pussy.

The two large tauren had been continiously ravaging the tiny blue girl nonstop since they entered their respective holes. While Braudin enjoyed the feeling of her extremely small back entrance trying to wring him dry, even feeling her fast heartbeat through her soft insides, the other tauren finished his second round. He gave her another large load of cream, this time a bit smaller than his earlier attempt at emptying his balls. The girl felt her tummy fill up again, wondering just how much more she could take as the tauren pulled out of her and stepped away. Braudin followed a few minutes later, rolling his hips into her as hard as he could, causing the girl’s entire body to be launched forwards by each thrust, but not leaving the taurens cock due to his large hands around her small waist. He began unloading his climax into her intestines. “Sylvanas please! It hurts and it’s gross! You acted nice, so why won’t you save me!” The draenei screamed, now that her mouth had finally been freed up.

At the same time as the other the first tauren, the one occupying Sylvanas mouth blew his hot mess into the undead’s maw. It was a lot to swallow, certainly a lot more than she had expected from the smaller tauren, but especially more than what the orcs had unloaded in and on her, even if their loads were far from small too. “Just hold on a bit longer, little one, this will soon be over!” Sylvanas replied to the draenei, who was finally released from the cocks, now just gaping widely from both her previously-virgin holes. Sylvanas lifted her head up, finally not kept down by tauren dick, and caught a thick rope of troll cum as she did. Rope after rope flew across her tits and face. The taste was… wonderful, actually, but she rather wouldn’t have taken a shot into her eye, as it certainly stung. The thickness of the troll’s cum was also unique, as it was so thick and heavy that after landing on her skin, it almost became like slime, sticking to her skin and marking her with its whitish hue. Upon seeing this, the two blood elves also busted their loads, just narrowly missing the orc as he got off the fuckslave. Both blood elves shot a few lines of slippery cum across her bosom as the groaned loudly.

After everyone finished cumming, Walter ordered Sylvanas and the draenei to get on their knees next to eachother so the guys could enjoy the sight, but the draenei protested. “Sir, I have to pee, please let me go!” She begged, having apparently struggled to hold it in for a while now. “Well isn’t that just great? Who’s up for desert guys?” Walter asked the group of guys who looked in confusion. “Sylvanas, you shall serve the draenei by drinking her pee, then, we shall give you and the girl some pee too. Saves us having to release our bladders later.” Walter said. The girl looked in disgust, and Sylvanas gulped. “Just bare with this, little one. Be brave for me!” Sylvanas said, feeling terrible for the world this young angel had been cast into. The draenei frowned, but then gave Sylvanas a gentle nod as she laid down at Sylvanas signal, and whimpered as Sylvanas places her lips around the young blue girl’s sore nunny. Soon after, Sylvanas felt her mouth fill with salty warm urine. Luckily for both girls, the draenei’s bladder was very small, so it didn’t take long for Sylvanas to finish drinking and for them both to get back on their knees. Almost instantly, 9 streams of urine came shooting at them from all around them as all guys had began to shower them, with some trying their best to aim at their faces, particularly their mouths. The draenei held onto Sylvanas arm, almost hiding behind it, but Sylvanas allowed it as she wanted the girl to feel better. The room had a thick musky scent in it now, of sweat, cum and pee, but due to the wooden nature of the shack it would air out soon enough. One by one the guys finished peeing and left the room, until only Walter’s yellow stream remained, pouring into the small draenei’s tiny mouth. As the last drips emptied on her almost-flat breasts, she begrudgingly swallowed the pee and softly cried.

“Get to know eachother well, girls. The guys loved seeing you get intimate just then, so we might just make you give us a show!” Walter snickered as he left, locking the door behind him. Both girls laid there defeated for a while, before Sylvanas pulled the girl towards her for a warm embrace. They were laying in a pool of cum that was rinced off and out by pee, and ofcourse the pee itself, but neither girl had strength to get up for now. The girl pressed her face closer to Sylvanas, hiding her tears between the grey-skinned breasts. “Its okay now, little one, they left. Would you tell me your name?” Sylvanas asked the draenei, who nodded softly, causing Sylvanas breasts to feel a nice rub. “Jin-orae Nahoru” The girl answered, causing Sylvanas to think. “Well, would it be okay if I called you Jin? Then, you can call me Syl if you want.” Sylvanas offered, worried she wouldn’t remember Jin’s full name. “That’s okay, I’ll call you Syl then… why did those scary men hurt us?” Jin asked as Sylvanas gently stroked her long black hair and admired her horns, which were almost vertical, and rounded at the top, making it look like she had a vertical halo. “They did it to feel pleasure. You know, to feel good.” Sylvanas explained, causing the girl to look confused. “Nothing about that felt good.” The girl stated with confidence. “Not for you, but for them. It can feel good for us too, but they feel better when they don’t worry about how we feel.” Sylvanas explained. A silence followed. “That tauren stole my first kiss…” Jin eventually said, causing Sylvanas to giggle at her innocence. She truelly understood so little, that being kissed had apparently seemed most moraly wrong to her. “I’m sorry to hear that Jin, that kiss should’ve gone to someone you like. Someone you care about and want to be close to.” Sylvanas replied, causing Jin to look up at her with glitter in her eyes. “Can we kiss?” She asked, causing the banshee’s eyes to spring open. Jin got worried after that response, which made Sylvanas feel guilty so she quickly responded. She pressed her lips against the young girl in her arms, and passionately kissed her. She danced her tongue around the small girl’s tongue, noticing just how tiny Jin’s tongue was compared to her own. “Syl, could you kiss my princess parts too? It felt really relieving on my nunny when you kissed it to… drink my pee… but uhm, would you do that for my buttsie too?” She asked, and Sylvanas decided. She would teach this girl the pleasures of sex, and give her all the aftercare she could ever want. With that decision made, she lowered herself to the small destroyed butthole and locked lips with it, beginning to alleviate the stinging pain the girl had felt there.

But Sylvanas had many more plans to make Jin feel better.

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