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Battle of Teldrassil - Night
Tyrande drew back her bow and fired another shot against the marching army of orcs. The battle was looking grim, they had already lost over half of their troops, at this rate...
"My love!" Malfurion called out above the crowd. Tyrande saw her husband, the arch-druid command an army of ents, ordering them to charge. The encroaching orcs cleave the animated trees apart, fast advancing, more and more of her troops are falling. Malfurion curses and shifts into his flying form, returning back to her side and pointing across the battlefield.
"I see Sylvanas approaching, it seems she is raising the 'surrender' flag," the Arch-Druid says skeptically, eyes still full of adrenaline and battle rage. A horn sounds out from the battle field and the fighting seems to stop almost instantly.
"What foul trick is this from the Banshee Queen..." Tyrande grimaces. Looking over the crowd she sees Sylvanas, approaching through the soldiers who all eye her with a mixture of fear, rage and admiration.
Sylvanas smiles, her eyes cold and calculating.
"Tyrande, Malfurion, has there not been enough bloodsheed?"
Tyrande growls, her hands going to her bow and nocking on an arrow, "You invaded our home Sylvanas!"
The Banshee Queen shakes her head, "The orcs of the horde need further supplies, we are starving in the barrens, yet you elves sit here among your lush forest, doing nothing to help us out."
Malfurion and Tyrande both stay silent, they had both known long that the orcs have been struggling with agriculture and farming ever since the Cataclysm, yet old wounds made them ignore their plight.
"The way I see it, you have two options in front of you..." Sylvanas continued languidly, eyes going from Tyrande then to Malfurion.
"Either we come to a 'peaceful' agreement or we continue to decimate and slaughter your army, and perhaps burn down your tree."
At those words Malfurion seemed to shift, into a large terrifying bear, he roared and charged. In a flash, a large heavy figure held off the bear, intercepting it.
Varok Saurfang, the 'leader' of the orc-faction in Ogrimmar, and veteran of many wars.
"Not so fast, 'Stormrage'" he said tauntingly, as the two seemed to be locked in a fierce grapple.
"Enough Malfurion, let us hear their 'terms'..." Tyrande said wearily. Malfurion shifted back, his eyes still locked onto Saurfang, who seemed to be more focused on Tyrande. The orc eyed the elven leader with barely concealed wanton lust. For awhile, Saurfang has nursed a quite curiosity for the elves of Teldrassil. While he has had his fair share of blood-elf sluts, he always wanted to try what night-elf pussy would feel like. After losing his son to the accursed Lich King, he needed to continue his lineage.
And what better breeding sow than the strong, beautiful, sentinel and high-priestess, Tyrande Whisperwind.
From her curvy wide hips, to her heaving breast which seemed to jiggle slightly under her battle armor. Her soft purple lips seemed to glisten in the faint moon-light in the clearing. Saurfang felt his cock harden. He himself had proposed this plan to Sylvanas, who agreed to it with great enthusiasm and unreserved malice. She had always wanted to see Tyrande broken, whether by the blade or by orc cock.
Sylvanas cleared her throat, "Soldiers of Teldrassil, we offer your leader this treaty, should Tyrande Whisperwind agree to enter a political marriage with Varok Saurfang for a year, the Horde promises to cease all aggressive territorial claims, from Kalimdor to the Eastern Kingdoms, peace will reign!"
The crowd was stunned.
Malfurion's eyes went from Saurfang to Sylvanas, his eyes questioning.
Then he spoke, fury filling him again, "That is...!"
"Acceptable." Tyrande finished for him. The crowd gasped. Malfurion looked shocked and appalled.
"My love? You cannot be seriously considering this 'marriage agreement'!?"
Tyrande looked at her husband dead in the eye, and said in Darnassian, the language of the night-elves.
"If a year of so called 'marriage' ensures lasting peace for all races of Azeroth, I believe it is a worthy sacrifice my love."
She reached a hand out and touched his arm. Saurfang twitched with jealously, his face barely concealing his jealousy.
"I promise he will not lay a hand on me, I belong to you," she continued in Darnassian.
Malfurion closed his mouth, he knew she was right, yet he could not shake the feeling Saurfang was deeply pleased with this, like this was his plan all along...
Varok Saurfang walked forward, he bent his knee to Tyrande and spoke in his gravelly voice.
"If Lady Whisperwind is happy with the terms, I will ensure peace between the Horde and the Alliance." Sylvanas eyed Tyrande carefully, seeing if she could pick up on Saurfang's deception. Saurfang carefully stayed quiet, he knew he needed to be 'diplomatic' and appear calm to Tyrande, so she felt 'safe'.
"If that is what it takes, so be it, I accept," Tyrande replied.
Cheers erupted, amidst the turmoil and celebration, Tyrande could not help but feel like she was the one getting the short stick at the end of the bargain.
Or in Saurfang's case, the long cock.
Tyrande found herself alone with Saurfang, in one of the embassy rooms in Teldrassil. The fighting had stopped, yet Tyrande had a feeling the real battle was about to begin. With the ceasefire, Sylvanas had insisted the new 'married couple' get acquainted.
"You are probably wondering why the treaty turned out this way Tyrande..." Saurfang began, speaking into the quiet chamber.
The night-elf priestess turned to look at him, her eyes searching.
"Varok Saurfang, why ask this of the night-elves, what is your plan?"
The orc shook his head, "No game High-Priestess, here is the truth."
With a deep theatrical sigh, one had been practicing a while, he began.
"The truth is, with tensions being what they are between our races, this was the best solution a union, even if its 'fake' in your eyes, you have to agree that it would go a long way to settling the disputes between orc and elf."
Tyrande said nothing, her thoughts and brain in turmoil as she took the information in.
"Sylvanas proposed we raze your capital and I take you as my personal breeding whore..."
Immediately, Tyrande's eyes and face hardened, "The nerve!"
"But..." Saurfang said, raising his hands, "I overruled her, I told her I would offer a peace treaty."
"How generous of you..."
Silence filled the room.
Saurfang knew he had to play this carefully.
"Tyrande you need not love or care for me, I would ask one thing of you and I will return to Orgrimmar promptly."
The High Priestess's eyes turned to look at him, curiosity and hope in her eyes, as soon as Saurfang returned to his city, the faster they could put this behind them.
"I wish to see you, bare, Tyrande..." he said in a soft voice.
Disbelief and anger filled her fair features, "I see no reason why I should show myself to you... orc.":
Saurfang smiled, yet the next words he spoke was not in anger, "If you wish to see me return to my city, this is all I ask of you."
'Take the bait you elf whore...' was all Saurfang could think.
Silence filled the room once more.
Tyrande weighed her options, if Saurfang was just looking, there was no harm in that.
'It will be the only glimpse he sees of me...' she thought resolutely.
Tyrande, still wary and highly suspicious of Saurfang, began stripping, till she only wore her night-elf lingerie.
"This is...improper!" she protested again, realizing what was happening.
Saurfang smiled, his eyes busy absorbing, and eying every little detail of her curvy beautiful fertile body.
"We are to be husband and wife... even if just for a short year, here, I too will undress if it makes you feel more comfortable..."
Saurfang began throwing and taking off his armor, till at last only a thin linen loincloth seemed to be left, covering his orc cock.
Yet cover it, it barely did. Saurfang's orcish dick looked huge even covered by a thin piece of cloth.
Tyrande did not miss the fact it was... hard.
"You are deplorable... have you no honor?" she said, her cheeks flush with embarrassment at the idea an orc was aroused by her figure.
And yet....
She could not help but feel slightly aroused herself, her pussy seemed to throb and vibrate the more she stared at his orcish bulge.
It had been so long since Malfurion had time to take care of her... needs.
Saurfang sensed her hesitation... her lust.
The orc strode towards her slowly, yet kept his distance, he needed to lure her in.
He noticed Tyrande could not stop staring at his bulge, his orcish orc, he knew from descriptions that night-elf males had painfully small dicks in comparison.
"I think it would benefit us both if we... had some fun to release the tension."
He did his best to hide his hungry grin as he continued to ravish her with his eyes.
"What... did you have in mind?" Tyrande asked, not even realizing what he had suggested.
"Tyrande, I want you to pleasure me, as you can see your form makes my cock ache, it is in pain because of you," he answered, putting strain and a measure of pain in his voice.
"Absolutely out of the question!" Tyrande snapped back with a furious tone, finally coming back to her senses.
"I will never, cheat on my beloved!"
Saurfang shock his head.
"I suppose, if the husband and wife cannot agree on something as simple as pleasure, I shall call off the treaty."
The large orc began picking up pieces of his armor, not looking at Tyrande.
The night-elf priestess bit her lip, anger and fear in her mind, but also...
Lust.
"Wait, please, we can consider this..." she began.
"You want this treaty to work, do you not?" he growled at her, flashing his orcish teeth.
"I... I do..." Tyrande replied.
Saurfang grinned "Then all I ask is a little pleasure 'wife', do not worry, this shall never leave this room."
Nodding, yet still hesitant, Tyrande got down on her knees. She tried not to look up at Saurfang who had a smug grin of satisfaction on his face. Raising her hands, she slowly grabbed onto Saurfang's linen underwear, her heart already trembling and beating furiously at seeing how big his bulge was.
With a quick pull, his underwear slid off, revealing his twitching thick orc cock which smacked her in the face, hard.
'It is... so big...' was all Tyrande could think as she examined the huge pulsing dick, not even registering the fact that his cock had hit her. Compared to Malfurion it was enormous, night-elf men possessed very thin cocks, yet this was something Tyrande had never really thought about.
Till this moment.
'I wonder... how would it feel... inside of me...'
Dirty thoughts filled Tyrande's mind, her reverie was interrupted by Saurfang who grunted.
"Are you just going to stare or do I have to take over myself?"
Tyrande shook her head, "I apologize, your... thing, is bigger than I realized."
The orc smiled.
"Of course it is, orc cock is the biggest you will find, strong and capable of much more..."
Tyrande said nothing, she began stroking his trembling thick dick with her soft hands.
It felt incredible, powerful and masculine. Tyrande was surprised and shocked how muscly and veiny it was. And the heat it gave off. Tyrande swears it almost burned her hand as she touched and stroked it.
"Mhm... that's it..." Saurfang sighed in contentment, enjoying the perverse pleasure and feeling of a married woman's hands on his cock, so hesitant and unsure.
'I will make her mine...' he thought quietly to himself, as he continued to feel Tyrande's hands rubbing his long thick shaft, slowly becoming faster and faster, unbeknownst to her.
Saurfang continued to stay silent, he knew soon she could succumb to his cock. The smell, the pheromones, the sight, it drove all women mad. He knew Tyrande was busy imagining in her filthy night-elf mind what it would feel like, taste like, be like...
It was not long before Saurfang heard in an almost inaudible whisper.
"Just... a taste...."
He smiled.
And watched as Tyrande Whisperwind, the proud leader of the night-elves, priestess of the moon, opened her mouth ever so slightly and took in the very tip of his cock into her warm inviting mouth.
"Mhm..." the night-elf priest moaned, suckling on it. The taste was initially foul, but the more of his precum she sucked and swallowed, the more her mouth began to crave and need it. Tyrande loved the way Saurfang's cock seemed to twitch and respond to her slightest touch. Bit by bit, slowly, she began taking it deeper and deeper.
Before Tyrande realized it, Saurfang's large throbbing orc dick was buried deep within her throat, where it seemed to vibrate and twitch. Her tongue swirled around it and she licked and swallowed the copious amount of pre-cum already leaking out of his cock.
"Mhm... better than any whore I have been with..." he groaned.
Tyrande was no longer listening to his foul thoughts, Saurfang's cock was intoxicating. What she did not know was Orc's had natural pheromones' in their cum, which was advantageous due to how often they needed to relieve themselves. It was often easy to get their female partners into the mood, they just needed a taste of their orcish cum.
Slowly, but surely, Tyrande was becoming a slave to Saurfang's massive dick.
"Mhmm... hmmm..." Tyrande moaned, her movements becoming more and move erratic and lust-driven.
Saurfang's dick vibrated and pulsed inside her warm mouth.
'It is... so big... so warm....'
"Looks like you already were a proper slut, you'll need little training to serve as my 'wife'" the orc grinned.
"However...."
He lifted his large green hand and put it on her head.
"You need to be faster to please me whore!"
Shoving her head down onto his cock, he felt Tyrande gag hard on his wide orc cock.
She began fighting back but it was no use. Saurfang had her right where he wanted her. Her mouth belonged to him now.
Thrusting harder, faster, he took Tyrande's throat as his own personal cock-sleeve.
Tyrande slowly but surely, gave in, she let the orc commander take her mouth as he saw fit, not complaining or fighting back.
Because of one thing.
The High-Priestess was enjoying it.
'Finally... cock...' was all that crossed her mind as Saurfang abused and used her mouth.
"Mhm, what happened to all that fiery spirit?" he jeered.
Yet Tyrande did not reply, too lost in her own mind, too cock-drunk on his dick, she was only focused on swallowing any of the precum that exited his cock head to care anymore what he said to her.
"Fine if you want it so badly..." he grunted.
"TAKE MY CUM THEN, SWALLOW IT ALL WHORE!"
With a mighty thrust, he shoved his cock deep down Tyrande's throat and came.
"MHMMMMMM!?" was all Tyrande could cry out and say, as orc cum filled her mouth and throat in buckets.
Never before had anyone filled her mouth as much as Saurfang had.
'So... creamy....'
Saurfang cum was sticky, warm and heavenly to Tyrande, her body seemed to ache and crave it now, and Saurfang finally unloading into her was just what the whore-priestess needed.
"Do not miss a drop, Tyrande."
"Yesh... my husband," she replied almost in a trance, her mouth still latched onto his cock but moaning the woods between his pumping and thrust as he continued to unload more and more of his orcish cum into her fuck-hole of a mouth.
Finally, when his cumming subsided, and Tyrande slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth with a POP.
"You make an excellent wife Tyrande, you know how to suck cock..." Saurfang grinned toothily, eying her licking and slurping any remaining cum off her face and fingers.
"I... are we done?" she said weakly, deciding she had no dignity left to give any snide remark.
"Not. Yet."
Tyrande felt Saurfang lift her up by her arms and throw her onto the bed.
She landed, with a heavy thud, and rolled onto her back out of instinct.
Yet she wished she had not.
Saurfang leaped onto the bed soon after, and grabbed onto both her legs, spreading them wide apart.
"We need to consummate our marriage, 'my love'" he said smiling, his eyes going from her large heaving breast to her clearly soaked pussy which was leaking onto her purple silk bedsheets.
"NO! We cannot! This is where I draw the line!" she half shouted, half pleaded with him.
Tyrande knew, she could not resist yet she had to try.
For the sake of her marriage to Malfurion.
"Hmph, bold words for someone soaking and leaking their pussy juices onto the bed..."
Tyrande said nothing, she was lost in thought, trying to talk her way out.
She failed to notice Saurfang was now rubbing her pussy lips with the tip of his rock hard, engorged green orc cock.
Veiny and throbbing once more, it was eagerly waiting to enter her folds.
"Just this night Tyrande... no more after," Saurfang said reassuringly.
He knew full well this would not be the end, at least not for him.
Lust and desire was all the filled Tyrande's mind and body. She could only say one thing to him, one last resort.
"Just... the tip then," she begged, biting her lips, watching Saurfang rub her pussy with the tip of his strong orcish dick.
"Heh, just the tip...."
Then with one great push, Saurfang shoved his cock right into Tyrande's needy pussy and up against her womb.
Tyrande moaned as Saurfang's cock finally entered her.
It was bigger than any she had EVER felt, Malfurion could never, would never, live up to its size. The way it stretched her, filled her.
It was too much.
"BY ELUNE!" she cried out.
"Fuck, night-elf sluts have the tightest cunts!" Saurfang cursed, feeling Tyrande grip onto his cock like a vice.
"Haven't had good fuck in awhile have you Tyrande?" he growled and smirked, feeling how tight she was, how greedy she was. Every thrust and movement seemed to elicit a strong reaction from her.
"Just... get it over... with..." she breathed, trying hard to not to moan and writhe as he fucked her hard and raw.
"Mhm, as you wish my elf slut!"
Saurfang cut off any retaliating words Tyrande would have had by ramming his cock right up against the entrance to her womb.
"MHMM!?" Tyrande moaned, her pussy trembling and her lust and desire building with each thrust.
Saurfang kept shoving and dicking her down hard, she was insatiable. The Orc had been with a few woman in his time, a few night-elves as well, yet none lived up to how voracious and hungry Tyrande's depraved pussy fuck-hole was for him and his orc cock.
The way it kept sucking him in, massaging him, pleasuring and rubbing against him like it had a mind of its own.
Tyrande bit her lip hard, trying her hardest not to moan and cry out but it was futile. The orc's thrust were too rough, too deep.
Too good.
"Yes..." she whispered.
"Hm? Did you say something bitch?" Saurfang asked, still busy railing her and trying to get to her womb.
Tyrande looked up, and her his eyes, slowly, but surely, Saurfang felt her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer.
The High-Priestess could no longer resist.
For so long had she wanted cock.
For so long had she wanted to be dominated, and filled, by a real man.
And so she gave in.
"YES, FUCK ME, DO NOT STOP SAURFANG, PLEASE! FUCK YOUR NIGHT-ELF WHORE OF A WIFE!"
Tyrande shouted the words out, not caring if anyone heard her, all thoughts of Malfurion gone from her depraved cock-hungry mind.
"That's right bitch, you are mine! Take it!"
With renewed lust and vigor, Saurfang concentrated his all into pumping and ramming his dick as deep as he could, right up against her womb.
'He's pounding so hard.... so incessantly... to the entrance to my womb!'
Tyrande's mind spiraled, thoughts of carrying Saurfang's child, of being impregnated, seeped and filled her mind.
"I want it..." she whispered.
"What. Do. You. Want. Tyrande?" the orc commander grunted, as he punctuated each thrust with a word, feeling her pussy tighten and coil around his dick even more than before.
"Your... your seed!"
Tightened her legs around his waist, she reached her hands up to his face.
"CUM INSIDE ME, FILL YOUR NIGHT-ELF WIFE WITH YOUR SEED!"
It was those words that finally pushed Saurfang over the edge. For all his posturing and boasting, he was just near the edge. Those words caused him to lose it all.
Saurfang unloaded everything he had, right up against Tyrande's womb entrance as she cried out for him to seed her, over and over.
"GODS, YOUR CUM, ITS SHOOTING INTO ME, SO DEEP!?" she cried out, her legs wrapped around his body, too lost in lust to care anymore.
Saurfang growled in both satisfaction and victory, he knew she was his now.
"LOK'TAR OGAR!" he shouted, as he pumped seed and cum into her fertile waiting pussy, his goal clearly in his mind, even if it didn't happen tonight, it would happen.
He was going to breed Tyrande Whisperwind.
Tyrande came over and over, her body recoiling from the pleasure of having her womb finally filled with seed. Orc cum streamed in like torrent of hot creamy soup, right into her baby making chamber.
'He... came inside.... so much orc cum...' was all she could think.
'What if he... knocked me up?'
"I...what have you..." Tyrande began, her thoughts still murky and her mind cock-drunk.
With one last push, Saurfang shoved his cock right against her cervix once more and Tyrande came hard again.
'That should do it...' the orc thought, 'now she won't be able to think about anything for the next few days...'
Tyrande cooed, and giggled, unable to think about much else.
"So... deep.... orc...cock....hehe..."
Smiling, Saurfang pulled his now slowly limp orc cock out of his new fuck-hole pussy and sighed in contentment.
Slowly began getting dressed, slowly, allowing Tyrande's eyes to wander from his strong body to his large flaccid cock.
"I am staying in the city to help with the repair of the damage it might have sustained during the siege, you know where to find me, my wife..."
He flashed her a toothy grin and with one last look at her defiled filled pussy, he opened the door and closed it.
Tyrande was left, moaning and still comprehending what had just happened.
Shame and regret started filling her mind, just as Saurfang had filled and creamed her cunt.
Yet she knew deep inside her.
She wanted more.
Farseer's hut, Orgrimmar, Circle of the Elements, Midnight
Ogar Totemstrike was up late, she was awaiting the return of her husband, Vagork from the attack on Teldrassil. Her scrying orb sat inert on her table, she cursed at it once more.
"By the elements, why isn't this thing working!"
She had wanted to see her husband, to know he was safe and that he would return to her.
Ogar channeled her energy into it once more, thinking of Teldrassil of her husband.
Yet her feelings of love and lust filled it and it gave her something entirely different...
What she saw however was something she still to this day could not comprehend.
The crystal ball swirled and a vision filled its depths.
"Fuck me... fuck me my love, please...." a female voice begged.
Ogar stood up straight, 'Is my husband cheating on me?!' she thought in rage.
She focused more of her energy into the ball, the vision becoming clearer.
A sweaty, night-elf woman was lying on a bed, clearly in heat. Her panties were soaked, a horde mark clearly stamped on her for all to see who had claimed her.
"Please... I need more of your cum, you won't knock me up at this rate my love..." Tyrande Whisperwind whispered sultrily to her lover. An orc laugh echoed throughout the room, and two strong green hands grabbed onto Tyrande's ass and pulled her closer.
"What is... this?" Ogar muttered.
It was a vision of the future.