Writing

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So any chance you'll have any more writing deathclaw related?

Probably not unless someone commissions it, unfortunately. As much as I love writing them it’s very difficult to write something for myself when I could be working on a project someone actually paid for.

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Nice

Tumblr’s shutting down, time for last minute shilling.

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/coord/

https://www.patreon.com/user?u=10027442

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Re-tooting my own horn. Goodbye friends! I hope you find rough and fulfilling deathclaw love someday

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Nice

Tumblr’s shutting down, time for last minute shilling.

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/coord/

https://www.patreon.com/user?u=10027442

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What's your fur affinity username?

Oh, right... I guess that bit is pretty important. It’s Coord.

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/coord/

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Just so you guys know...

I’m posting my stuff on FurAffinity too because people keep badgering me about how much tumblr’s layout sucks. I don’t disagree. Anyway, just telling you this now so you don’t think someone’s stealing my stuff (ha).

Still working on that deathclaw fic btw if anyone was wondering!

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Do you know any other accounts that write stuff similar to yours?

To be honest, I haven’t really looked. There might be some people on Darknest or FurAffinity, but I can only assume.

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Hello! Are There any Good end versions of your stories?

Like stories where the protagonist and their love interest continue happily ever after? I haven’t written Good End versions for the Bad End stories, but some of the WoW stories are definitely Good Ends. Like ‘A night in Darnassus’ for example.

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Hey I just wanted to let you know sense you dont mention darknest in any of your posts, there is a guy putting your stuff up there a while after without mentioning the tumblr. named Johj333

Oops! I don’t know when this message was sent, but don’t worry, that’s me. Thank you for the concern. It was just a pseudonym for writing WoW stories.

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Decided to work on that anthro shemale/futa Deathclaw mercenary fic I started ages ago. It’s taking a slightly different direction this time around but just figured I’d make a post to let people know, because more than one person has asked if I’d continue it over the years. Dunno how long it’ll be or if it’ll have a real conclusion but yeah.

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Broodmates

So in the past couple years there’s been a few new followers of my account and the vast majority of you get here from finding the deathclaw story I wrote on the release of FO4. I’ve been meaning to revisit the setting for multiple reasons, one of which is that that story was the first time I’d ever written erotica. Another is that despite beastdom being my favourite subject, I don’t actually get to write about it often. So here’s to alpha deathclaws and the women who love them!

This story is set in the Fallout Tactics universe. If you’re not familiar, it’s a debatably non-canon offshoot where a Brotherhood expedition gets splintered off from the main fleet during a storm, and has to set up base in the wasteland. They recruit from local tribes and, at times, have to draw on extremely unusual companions…

The first time you laid eyes upon one, you were horrified, glove-encased fingers unconsciously wrapping around your squadmate’s wrist. Your tribe had spoken of them in old stories, and the village chieftain had once shown you a horn, but you’d dismissed them out of hand. Growing up, after all, meant discarding childlike things such as being scared of nonsense stories and besides, anyone could tell the dilapidated horn had been from a Brahmin.

The general had called them “deathclaws”. The name whispered among your tribesmen had differed, but it mattered not. Deathclaw. An apt description. You feel an involuntary shiver run down your spine as you gaze at the Matriarch. The spiked horns. The sinewy arms capped by ferocious, jagged tips that curl in a manner suggesting their primary function is to open up a human like they’re a can of food. Apparently the Elders have talked it over with the Matriarch - she can talk, and though you were too far away to catch words the sound reminded you of a deadly snake slithering through the grass - and decided to let her brood operate within the Brotherhood.

Lying on your bunk after the day’s work, you put your dusty palms over your face and sigh. Some among the tribe disagreed with the notion of working with - or really, for - the Brotherhood of Steel, but you hadn’t seen any real choice. It had been a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to do something more with your life than eke out a miserable existence in the dirt and the dust, subsisting on deadly, irradiated creatures.

Turning your hand over to gaze at one of the tattoos inscribed there, you wonder if the dissenters had been right. Maybe you had been meant for simpler things. A life as the strongest of your tribe’s wife, pumping out babies to secure your way of life. The notion tastes like ash in your mouth, and you turn onto your side to settle into sleep, dismissing the thought. Besides… you’d been the strongest of your tribe.

Your rest is fitful at best, populated by nightmares involving gigantic hooked claws reaching for you from the shadows and hideous, demonic laughter. You sit bolt upright in your bed with a gasp, the image of a clawed hand wrapping itself around your midriff still fresh in your mind. Heart hammering in your chest, you survey your surroundings while your eyes adjust to the darkness. No streaks of blood across the walls, no giant monsters, and the only noises are the snores of exhausted Brotherhood soldiers, like you. You can make out distant noises from the vehicle depot at the opposite end of the bunker. Assured everything is normal, you settle back into your sheets and fall back to sleep.

You awaken not thinking of Deathclaws at all, wondering instead what might be for breakfast. Settling in at the mess hall, you take a bite of your food and chew. The food here is far better than anything you ever had back at your village, that’s for sure. You spot your squadmate, Reesia, walking towards you wearing a grim expression. You wave, and she sits down across from you at the table.

“So,” you say through a mouthful of scrambled egg, “what’s the bad news?”

“I just talked to the Elders,” Reesia says, looking around to see if anyone is within earshot. “You know how our squad needs a replacement for Rico?”

You nod. Rico had been a fellow tribesman, although not from the same village you were. He had been killed in action a month ago in a skirmish against raiders when a bullet ricocheted right into his neck. He hadn’t been the strongest or the smartest, but he had always been nice. He had not deserved to die like that. After his loss, your squad had been reduced to Reesia and you, and relegated to on-base duties like maintenance.

“What about it? Did they get someone?” you ask.

“Not someone. Something.”

You stare, uncomprehending for a few seconds, before your mind runs through the list of possibilities and it hits you. Your fork clatters onto your plate and your mouth opens in horror. “No.”

“Yup,” Reesia nods, grimacing. “The Elders said our squad would be one of the prototype projects.”

She goes on, detailing her dissatisfaction with the decision, but you’re not really listening. You feel like you’re going to vomit blood. Excusing yourself, you head to the bathroom, leaving your breakfast unfinished. Bent over a sink, your nerves get the better of you. You wipe your mouth and look at the mirror, your own haunted face staring back at you. The ‘Beauty of the Wastes’ (according to Reesia’s good-natured teasing) is nowhere to be seen. Gradually, though, she comes back.

A deathclaw in your squad. Gods. You realize with some trepidation that your legs are shaking, and you take some time to steady yourself. If you’re going to have to squad up with a deathclaw, at the very least you don’t want to meet it looking like you’re about to piss your pants. If there’s one thing you learned by hunting with your tribe, it’s that predators can smell fear. And there’s no predator meaner or tougher than a deathclaw.

Stepping back out, you sit back down with Reesia and pick at your food. She’s busy wolfing down her own meal, and you finish soon after she does.

“Well, we’re meant to go meet him when we can,” she says, looking at the door. “Better now than later, Alex.”

“Better never than now,” you mutter.

“It’s not exactly the vision I had in my head when I signed up,” Reesia agrees, rising from her seat. “But that’s life, I guess. If we can get him to shank the enemy instead of us, that’ll be a good start.”

“You keep saying ‘him’. Is our deathclaw a male?” you ask.

“Far as I know,” Reesia shrugs, and you fall into line behind her as the two of you walk to the pen. A million thoughts race through your mind, but when you finally arrive, you find your mind is completely blank. Standing before you, with feral intelligence in his beady eyes, is a full-grown alpha deathclaw.

“What the fuck,” Reesia hisses, looking at the gigantic specimen before you. “Something’s wrong here… I thought they were meant to be kids!”

Staring open-mouthed and wide-eyed, you don’t even hear her. Something about him is just… enthralling. Maybe it’s the broad muscles, or the wicked claws, or the fact his hulking frame is close to fourteen feet tall. All you know is that everything about him screams power in a way you have never seen before. And he knows it. In a land where only the strong survive, surely he must be the strongest.

You take a step forward and, before you know it, you’re standing right next to a deathclaw. Reesia starts in surprise, but stops herself as she watches him lower his head, sniffing at you incuriously

“Well I’ll be,” Reesia whistles quietly, trying to avoid the attention of the brutish animal. “The wasteland beauty claims another, huh? Maybe this one’ll be your type, he looks like he could beat you in a fight.”

Ignoring her jab at your preferences, you look him over now that you’re closer. The second thing you notice is the long, curved horns protruding from his head, marking him as a dominant male of his species, but the first thing is his scent. It’s heavy, but for whatever reason - maybe you’re just used to the smell of wasteland animals - you don’t mind it. Hearing something from the mechanical bay, the beast raises its head to look, giving you a good look at his body.

His muscular chest is covered in deep, faded scars, stretching across the broad expanse of his torso. His arms are thick and sinewy and, well, he has muscle everywhere. Dropping your gaze, you see some kind of protrusion between his tree-trunk thighs… oh.

“Oh,” you say out loud, taking a faltering step backwards.

“Hahaha!” Reesia cracks up, doubling over behind you. “Oh, he really likes you! Holy shit!”

Transfixed, you can only stare in disbelief as the sheath bulges, the deathclaw’s cock slipping free of its confines. Holy shit, it’s every bit as monstrous as the rest of him! There’s only a foot of it hanging limply from its sheath right now, but you can see the full length is probably closer to two. Gods! As you watch, the thick, veiny length surges with vigor, widening until it’s bigger than your arms.

“God damn, that’s fucking huge,” Reesia whistles, then pats you on the shoulder. “We should go. Being around a horny deathclaw ain’t my idea of fun.”

“Good point,” you agree, and the two of you make a diplomatic exit, leaving the incredibly-endowed deathclaw to his own devices.

“That was something,” Reesia says, closing the door behind you. “I guess you musta gotten too close, or maybe he just smelled something he really liked. Jesus, did you see his balls? Bigger than my fucking head!”

“No, I was busy trying not to get skewered on his meat pole,” you reply, acknowledging the absurdity of the situation. “I guess we know he’s friendly, at least.”

“No shit he’s friendly, he was one step away from making you his little human bitch,” she laughs. You unconsciously shiver at the notion, stomach turning over. If he really did try it… you’d be powerless to stop him, that’s for sure. Nothing could stop him. You’d scream and struggle, but really, there wouldn’t be much of a point. He could easily hold you down - or up - with a single hand, roughly forcing that thick, flared cockhead into the tightness of your-

“Alex? You okay?” Reesia asks, peering into your face with some concern. “You’re breathing a little hard.”

“Oh, I, no I’m fine, I just-” you tell her, but she just nods her head knowingly.

“Delayed shock, I think,” she assesses you clinically. “No real surprise, honestly. I’m still scared myself - hell, I think you’d have to be crazy to not be scared, but I wasn’t the one standing right next to him. Well, we can keep the meeting under wraps… as funny as the story’d be to spread around, probably not worth it.”

“Right… right. Thanks, Reesia,” you say, putting a hand to your cheek. Did you really just fantasize about being dominated by a deathclaw? Maybe Reesia is right, and you are crazy. Shaking your head to clear it of the weirdness, you accompany her to the barracks and get to work on your duties for the day.

Lying in bed that night, you think back on the meeting with the deathclaw. Funny that you were so scared, in hindsight. Not that you’re assured of how friendly he is - or how he’ll work with your squad, for that matter - but at the very least, he’s clearly not overtly hostile. Otherwise you’d be dead, or… “impaled”. Not that it’s likely he’d even be able to get that huge fucking cock inside me, you think idly as your fingers slide down your panties. I’d have to be really, really wet, you imagine, beginning to gently rub your painfully hard clit. Maybe he could use his tongue first… I wonder how long it is… If it’s even half as long as his cock he’ll be licking my fucking cervix!

Your soft ministrations become focused in your ardor, and within a minute of imagining yourself suspended in the air in the deathclaw’s hands with his animal tongue filling your sopping cunt, you cum explosively in your panties. Eyelids fluttering and teeth grit so as to not make a noise in your bunk, you desperately try to fight the urge to buck your hips and scream in bliss while you envision the alpha lifting you off his tongue and slamming you down on his fully erect cock. Maybe he’d only get half a foot in at first. Maybe a little more. But you know he wouldn’t just stop there. Oh, no. An alpha like him wouldn’t be content until he was sheathed.

By the time you’ve finished cumming, you collapse back onto your mattress, more tired and sweaty than you were at any point in the day. Sleep comes, and as you close your eyes and let your consciousness be buoyed away, you find yourself idly wondering if his balls are really bigger than your head, and snort softly. Reesia was right, you must be crazy.

The next day, you’re assigned a mission. It looks like standard fare - sweeping a bandit camp and eliminating all threats. The rogue factor is, of course…

“The Elders don’t care about us,” Reesia hisses, gesturing angrily. “Goddamnit! Who the hell just puts a deathclaw on a mission the moment it arrives?! The only assurance we have it won’t murder us the moment it smells blood is that it might like us. Might. And that’s a pretty fucking big if! God, I feel like a guinea pig.”

You can’t help but agree. All you can really do is hope that when the killing begins, you’re not in his path. Hopefully he really does like you. You set off with the deathclaw in tow, and he seems content to follow you through the desert. Occasionally he stops to sniff the air and wander off-track a little, but he bounds after you whenever you get too far away. It’s a little like having a giant, incredibly deadly dog, and you have to restrain yourself from calling him over like a pet.

Upon reaching the outskirts of the raider base, though, problems begin to crop up. Firstly, the place is huge. Far bigger than you were led to believe in your briefing. Secondly, there’s a small sandstorm in the area. Not harsh enough to require shelter, but bad enough that visibility is limited. Thirdly, and most importantly… you’ve lost track of “your” deathclaw. When the sandstorm swept in, he disappeared into it and hasn’t returned.

“What a shitshow,” mumbles Reesia, the two of you crouched behind a shack. “But we’re still here, and we still have to complete the mission.”

“Agreed,” you nod. “No way we can just bust in the front, though. We’ll have to find a side entrance or tunnel or something. And we should probably go now, while the sandstorm is acting as cover.”

You head out together, running in a crouch outside of the vision range of the raiders. As luck would have it, you do actually find a side entrance, a small opening underneath some stacked-up cars acting as a barricade. Crawling through, you infiltrate the raider base and set to work. The first few kills are easy and silent, but bad luck strikes once more when a loitering raider spots you exiting a hut and your reflexive shot misses, zinging off the steel wall.

“There’s Brotherhood in the fucking camp!” he yells, running away and slamming his fist on the walls to alert people. “Brotherhood in the caaaamp!”

“Oh, fuck me,” Reesia moans, looking up from the raider she was looting for ammunition. “Get inside and shut the doors!”

You mount a defensive position, but it’s a hopeless situation, and you don’t see any way out. Reesia goes down with a grunt when a high caliber weapon punches through a piece of wood panelling and hits her in the stomach, knocked out cold by the impact, and you’re hardly faring better. Your vision is blurry, bullets whizzing by on either side of you, some nicking your leathers. Eventually, your good fortune runs out and you take a shot in the side. It’s only a graze, but it’s enough to knock you to your knees.

You shoot down the first few who come through the door, bullets finding purchase in heads and chests, but now you have to reload and it sounds like there’s still an entire army outside. The yelling is so loud it drowns everything else in the world out, and you find it affecting your already-cracking concentration amidst the firefight. Your fingers fumble the magazine, and you’re sitting with an empty submachine gun in your lap when a man with a hunting rifle comes through the door.

Time slows to a crawl. You can see the sweat standing out on the raider’s forehead as he brings his rifle up to his shoulder, taking careful aim even as the adrenaline of combat courses through him. You can practically already feel the bullet shredding your insides - and then, something changes. Something catches his eye, something in his peripheral vision, and his expression morphs to one of pure horror.

A gigantic clawed hand smashes through the window of the hut and lifts the man off his feet. He isn’t even afforded the time to scream before he’s yanked back outside and you hear a gruesome snap of bone. The yelling outside the hut quickly turns to panicked hollering and gunfire, but in time that, too, stops. Soon only a deathly silence hangs over the encampment like fog. You use the time to tend to Reesia - you don’t have the skills of a real doctor, but you can at least stem the bleeding.

You sit back, somewhat relieved. You’ve done everything you can for her, and she doesn’t seem to be in any immediate danger. Getting up and looking around in the next room, you yelp in surprise when the deathclaw sticks his head in through the open door. You can see his claws and fangs are covered in dark, drying blood.

“Oh! Y-you… you saved us,” you manage, gratefulness winning over your fear. “Thank… thank you.”

The deathclaw only grunts in response, and begins to force his way through the door. It’s cramped, the building clearly not meant to accommodate something of his size, but he does manage. Now you’re alone in a room with him in a tight, enclosed space, and your mind begins to race. He sniffs the air, then lowers his head and sniffs you specifically. You stay completely still, letting him do as he pleases, his smell overcoming you. It’s strong, much stronger than it was when you first met him, and there’s something about it that sets you… on edge. Like you’re just waiting for him...

“Oh!” you gasp in surprise when the alpha licks your neck. “Oh, I… mmn,” you trail off, the deathclaw licking the sweat right off your tanned skin. The gentle care puts you more at ease than you’ve ever been with a person, and without even meaning to you’re soon removing bits of armour so he can have better access.

Stripping off your top, you moan and shiver as his tongue trails from between your considerable breasts down to your toned tummy, tracing along the lines between your abdominal muscles. Heat emanates from between your legs, and you can feel wetness running down a shaking thigh even as his tongue comes back up to your breasts. One lick of your nipples is all it takes to have them proudly jutting out from your chest, almost painfully hard in your arousal.

Groaning, you fall to your knees in submission to him, your face right at the level of his groin. You stare in fascination at what’s before you - Reesia was definitely not kidding about the size of his balls! They’re easily bigger than your head, even bigger than the melons you tended to back at your village. Gods above, you can’t even imagine how much this beast must cum.

Just the thought of him roaring in orgasm, shaking in pleasure while that huge, fat cock - which is just now beginning to make its appearance from his sheath - spurts hot, sticky seed everywhere sets your mind alight. You need to see that. You have to make him cum. Gods, the… the musk is so strong between his thighs. Scooting a little closer, you lean in and gently place your face between his massive balls and inhale deeply.

“Hoooly shit,” you moan, your mind getting fuzzier by the moment. “Need it… I… I…”

Hesitation fades from your mind to be replaced by a more powerful impulse: to serve. With deep, slow breaths and glassy eyes, you stick out your tongue. You need to taste him. Every inch of him. Growling low in approval, the deathclaw allows you to meekly lick at one of his giant balls, and the little jolt of pleasure that shoots down your spine makes your pussy tighten up unconsciously.

“Oh fffhuck,” you moan hopelessly, speech garbled as you lick all over the base of his balls, kissing and sucking the surface. “Mmmmn! Mmmm…”

Coordinating your effort, you reverently rub, suck, and lick all over his balls, and you can actually feel him getting closer and closer to release as the minutes of your worship begin to bear fruit. The warmth of his contained seed intensifies by the second, his sloshing-full nuts hanging lower than they were when you started, evidence of the enormous amount of semen he’s producing in expectation of orgasm. What does it taste like, you idly wonder. What does it feel like to have him crudely pump it into your helpless womb?

You desperately want at least one of those questions answered right now. You redouble your efforts, massaging his balls with the fervor of worship, and you hear him growl low in his throat, the kind of predatory noise you can feel in your bones. Warm liquid begins to spatter across your back from above, and you realize with a celebratory wiggle that it’s the alpha’s precum - he’s close! Breasts bouncing as you lick up and down the base of his shaft, you moan as you realize you’re right on the verge of cumming yourself.

With a low, animalistic rumbling, your submissive ministrations finally bring the alpha to glorious orgasm. Hot, bestial seed jets from his cock with such force it splatters against the roof and walls, and his amazing scent intensifies to the point where you’re pushed over the edge of orgasm without ever touching yourself. Moaning desperately as your knees dig into the dirt floor of the hut, you begin eagerly licking his cum up as the excess drips down his massive shaft, savouring the taste before you swallow it down.

Gods… it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted. In a bout of selfishness, you take your hands from the alpha’s balls and begin sensuously stroking and squeezing his cock in an attempt to coax as much as you can from him. He doesn’t seem to mind the shift in your priorities. You lovingly slurp up the beast’s ejaculate from bottom to top, not even realizing the path of your tongue until you’re standing with your head just underneath his chin, licking all around the head of his cock, cleaning it of any wayward jizz.

Apparently satisfied with your efforts, the deathclaw licks your cheek and begins to withdraw from the hut, his giant cock beginning to recede into its sheath. It would be a lie to say you weren’t disappointed you won’t get to continue, but Reesia still needs to be taken care of. Speaking of which, you’re going to need to figure out how to get her back to camp. You drag her unconscious form outside to the deathclaw, trying to ignore the scene of absolute slaughter that greets you, and ask him for a favour.

“Can you-” you hesitate, before deciding there’s no alternative. “Can you help us again? I can’t get her back to base myself…”

He tilts his head. What a sight you must be. The lusty tribal woman he just forcefully submitted into sucking his balls now wants a favour from him, the alpha male. With a grunt, he picks Reesia up and slings her across his wide, muscular back, taking care to avoid skewering on his horns. That leaves you standing there, figuring you’ll just meet them back at base, when he picks you up too.

“Oh! I- um!” you gasp in surprise, quivering in his grip until he puts you down on his neck.

You’re just able to grab his horns to steady yourself before he sets off at a loping pace, and the physical closeness brings other thoughts to the forefront of your frazzled mind. You’ll just have to bear the itchy sensation from your nethers for now - subtly rubbing yourself on his ridged back makes it abate a little, but you know this won’t go away until you take care of it later.

Arriving back at base, you’re quite the sight. Two women on the back of an alpha deathclaw, one actually riding it by holding its horns. You offload Reesia to medical staff, and feel a pang of anxiety when the deathclaw leaves you to go back to its pen. You made sure to explain the basics of the situation, but you know to expect a debriefing tomorrow. The medical staff gives you a once-over and finds you’re mostly uninjured, and you’re given leave for the day.

Nightfall finds you desperately frigging your needy cunt in a bathroom stall, trying to stifle your moans and failing miserably, your silence only achieved when you crest the peak of a mind-shattering orgasm with mouth wide open. The deathclaw’s smell still hangs heavily upon you, and you find yourself deeply inhaling as your abs begin to tense up and your eyes roll back. Warm, clear liquid spatters onto the ground as your hips mechanically jerk upwards, your butt tightening with every thrust into the air.

Finally somewhat sated, you collapse onto the lid of the toilet and take gasping breaths, your muscles aching from the exertion of cumming so hard. Lifting your fingers to your lips, you taste yourself and sigh. Your pussy doesn’t taste nearly as good as his cum did. Hopefully you get to take his beautiful cock between your lips really soon - the ones on your face or the ones between your legs. Either one would be fantastic…

Startled from your reverie by the sound of someone entering the bathroom, you hastily tidy up and exit. Part of you is glad you didn’t get too caught up in your fantasies and try to cum a second time, but a small - albeit growing - part of you is telling you to indulge those fantasies, to cum again and again thinking of him. You can only hope he bestows more of his delicious, bestial seed upon you soon. Little do you know of its properties...

You spend the majority of the next day in various debriefings, detailing what went wrong and the effectiveness of the deathclaw. The Elders don’t seem surprised to learn about the incorrect recon information, focusing only on the combat readiness of the alpha. You’re almost certain that you were set up, but there’s no point bringing it up. When the meeting finishes, you make to leave.

“Ah, one last thing, Initiate Alex,” an Elder asks, approaching you in person. “Have you noticed anything… strange about the deathclaw? Any odd compulsions?”

“No, Elder,” you reply, completely straightfaced. “I keep a safe distance between us.”

“I see,” he sighs, nodding at you. “Disappointing, but not your fault. Carry on the good work, Initiate.”

That was interesting. The fact he even thought to ask about it means they’re keeping a close eye on anything amiss between squad members and the deathclaw. You’ll have to be careful about what you do from now on, though your baser instincts are telling you to strip down and start bouncing your ass on deathclaw cock. You stop by and visit Reesia in the infirmary. She’s sleeping, but apparently otherwise fine.

There’s not much to do today. You go to bed without seeing the alpha, figuring it would be best not to arouse suspicion from the Elders. Funnily enough, you don’t feel like masturbating tonight. Something about being around the deathclaw makes you shake with irresistible lust, but you feel empty without having seen him. An idea comes to you then, but you’ll need a little bit of setup… Tomorrow night, then. Somehow, the all-day debriefings took more out of you than being in an actual gunfight, and sleep comes easily.

You don’t remember what you dreamed about, but you wake up wet and ready. Lightly brushing a finger across your clit, you sigh in longing before getting out of bed. Apparently you’re due for another meeting, no doubt about more deathclaw stuff. To your surprise and dismay, though…

“B-but Reesia is still in the hospital,” you sputter to unsympathetic overlords. “You’re sending just me and the deathclaw?”

“We have great faith in you,” they graciously inform you, and off you go.

Rather than putting him through the indignity of riding him again, you instead give the alpha a bag of weapons and equipment. He’s very patient while you sling it around his neck, and you give him a quick pat on the chest to let you know you appreciate his help. Then you’re back out in the wastes at the Elders’ behest, just you and the deathclaw.

You’re at an intermediary point taking a swig of water when the sun goes dark, and looking up in puzzlement, you see the deathclaw is standing behind you, so tall that his back blocks the light. Then you feel a hard protrusion against your back.

“Oh, you- wow, here?” you ask, lips curling into a smile. “Well, we do have some alone time…”

You unbuckle your armour, letting the top portion fall to the ground, moaning when you feel the gentle warmth of his tongue on your back. You can feel his hot breath all over you, and once again you become bathed in that amazing, love-slick scent of his. You press your butt back into him, enjoying the way a bit of warm precum that drooled from his fat dick runs down the contours of your spine. Turning around, you flash him a brilliant smile as you softly wrap your arms around his cock, rubbing the pillowy flesh of your voluptuous bosom against the impossibly thick base.

“Would you like- oh!”

The deathclaw surprises you by thrusting his shaft between your tits, but when you try to push them together, you feel a clawed hand on your head pushing you downwards. Falling to your knees, you watch in wide-eyed fascination as he positions himself above you, the flare of his fucking cock resting right on your chin. You automatically open your mouth and breathe in, the pure strength of his musk slackening your jaw and wetting your pussy.

He takes the invitation without a hint of hesitation, pressing his swollen cockhead against your mouth, your lips stretching and stretching until something in your jaw clicks and he rams himself inside. Your tongue lolls from your mouth as he takes your head in his hand and begins to fuck you, working his flare inside your overtaxed cheeks until you can feel warm spurts of precum filling the space the meat of his cock hasn’t.

With nowhere else for it to go, you begin obediently swallowing, your throat bobbing with every warm load. Not content to only have the first few inches inside your face, though, the alpha waits for you to try and swallow and savagely thrusts his cock down your throat.

“Gllrbkl! Glrg!” you choke into his cock, your eyes bulging, but soon even your vocalizations are silenced as he pushes even further into your body, conquering you with his impressive shaft. You can feel his flare swelling your throat outwards as he sinks further, hissing in pleasure. All you can do is brace yourself against the ground as he brings his full weight down upon you, leveraging his strength to force himself inside.

You’re extremely aware of each inch of ground he forces you to give, your body forced to straighten out as the iron-hard rod impaling you beneath him affects your posture. Then, after a hard thrust that sets your legs shuddering, you notice how incredibly full you feel - it’s different from having your throat crammed full. You reflexively put a shaking hand on your stomach, and you realize it’s bulging outwards, lewdly distended by the head of the alpha’s huge cock.

With your hand tenderly touching the imprint of his fat prick on your stomach, you feel a blossoming warmth spouting from it, both calming you and setting your tummy sagging a little with the hot liquid weight. The thought of those big, fat balls being inexorably emptied into you drives you crazy, the knowledge that you won’t be let out from under him until he’s completely finished ejaculating bringing you to a hands-free orgasm. You shudder and gurgle around his cock, your pussy tensing up over and over and squirting femcum down your shaking thighs.

Now that he’s as deep as he can possibly get, the deathclaw begins slowly withdrawing his cock, holding you in place with one hand before sliding it back into your stomach. He begins rhythmically bottoming out inside you, each time leaving a little more warm cum in your deepest recesses. Some of the seed in your cheeks, left with nowhere to go, begins to run from your nose, leaking down your heaving chest.

Your vision begins to blur, the underside of the alpha losing focus as you’re deprived of air, but you couldn’t care less. Should he see fit that you gulp down barrelfuls of his cum instead of breathe, so be it - you’ll suck him until he wants to stop. His thrusting is getting harder, faster, and his cock is pushing out your stomach so far it looks like you’re pregnant. Right on the verge of passing out, you hear him roar and feel an explosion of bestial jizz sloshing inside you, his cock throbbing fiercely as it expels each load. You fall unconscious with what would be a smile on your face were your lips not cruelly contorted around the base of the deathclaw’s monstrous cock.

~

You awaken to find yourself covered in jizz from head to toe, as if marked by your owner - no doubt effectively keeping wildlife away as well as being the sexiest thing you’ve ever worn. Pushing yourself into a sitting position, you find you have to swallow - hard - a few times just to avoid coughing, and your tummy is still swollen like you’re carrying the alpha’s baby instead of just a gallon of his spunk. Luckily, one of the reasons this is an intermediary location is because it has fresh water nearby.

Stripping off your bottoms, you step into the water, which hasn’t had enough time to heat up in the afternoon sun and feels amazing against your skin. No doubt there’s a bit of radiation to it, but in the wasteland, nothing is free of it. Not to mention, you think, idly stroking your swollen tummy, you just ingested more in a lump sum than you’ve been exposed to all your life. Plus, with any luck, you’ll be getting more.

You spend maybe ten minutes washing yourself off, and just enjoying some idyllic peace in general. It’s really not often you get to do that in the Brotherhood, and if they’re going to send you off on suicide missions you’re at least going to take some solace in the downtime. Letting a last cupped handful of water cascade down your breasts, you turn back towards your clothes and see the deathclaw on the shore, waiting for you.

“Oh, hello,” you murmur, fluttering your eyelashes. “Enjoying the show?”

You think his gigantic balls look a little less full than they were, and you feel a little burst of pride spreading through your chest at the knowledge you helped him out. You can’t help but smile at the thought you’ve eased his burden a bit, your exposed nipples hardening in the air above the water. You don’t think you’d mind helping him out more often if it’s going to be like that every time. Such relentless dominion is something you’d never experienced, and now that you have, you’re hooked. He treated you like nothing more than a fuckdoll cumdump - leaving you with the belly to prove it - and for some reason, you can’t wait for him to do it again.

Wading out of the water and playing up the sexy sway of your wide hips, you get to the shore and reality sinks in.

“Guess I’ll get dressed and we can go do the mission,” you sigh. A rumble from the deathclaw makes you look up in curiosity. He’s holding something out, hanging from an extended claw.

“Is that… a dogtag?” you ask, reaching out for it. He lets you take it from him, and you turn the metal over in your hands. There’s blood smeared across the words - clearly fresh - but you can make out the name.

Ravalo Aldriguez. The raider boss you were sent to kill. You look up at the alpha.

“You… killed him?”

He grunts noncommittally.

“... All of them?”

Another grunt. Well then. You pause, struck dumb by the situation, and shrug.

“I guess the mission is done, then.”

You look up at the deathclaw in awe, then turn away and bend over to stuff the dogtags in one of your jacket’s pockets. While you do so, you hear him moving around behind you, and suddenly there’s a very long, warm and wet tongue between your legs and extending up to your tummy button.

“Oh, my god!” you gasp, breathless in surprise. Then he partially withdraws it back into his mouth, and you’re reduced to a quivering, high-pitched moan of pleasure as it rubs across your clit. “U-uh! Oh, that’s nic- uh!”

He keeps you trapped in front of him, the slight friction and strength of his tongue between your pussylips locking you in place with pleasure. You bite your lip in desperate need, calves flexing as you instinctively stand on tiptoes. So turned on are you by the notion of your once-dreamed fantasy coming true, it doesn’t take long for you to start gasping in pleasure, losing your breath before it finally all comes out in a long, drawn-out scream of orgasmic bliss. Femcum squirts from your convulsing pussy so hard that it splashes against the ground between your legs, lightly spattering against your ankles, but he doesn’t stop.

“Puh-please! I, I can’t s-stop cuh-cuh- uuugh!” you wail.

You make some very unwomanly noises as the deathclaw continues rubbing you throughout your orgasm, doubling over at the waist in exertion but unable to escape from his rough caresses. The tip of his tongue finds your swollen clit, and from there you suffer through two or three more rough, stomach-clenching peaks before he finally lets you collapse to the ground, utterly exhausted and riding the high of your life.

“Ooohhh, my fucking, gods,” you pant, your thighs still shaking in the wake of his oral performance. “Give me a minute, and I’ll repay the favor…”

He looks down at you with what you’d swear is a smug smirk, and you can’t help but laugh breathlessly. “Oh, you’re just a big fucking beastly stud, aren’t you? Making me cum until I can’t stand.”

Rumbling in contentment, the alpha seems happy enough to wait for you to muster the strength you need to get to your feet, woozily walking over to stand in front of his erect cock. With him hunched over like this and you standing upright, you’re at juuust the right height for your face to be level with the head of his prick. The familiar musk makes your brain fuzzy, and before you can even think twice you’ve got his pre-oozing dick between your tits, licking and kissing its head.

You just can’t stop yourself from planting wet, sloppy kisses all over it, saliva and precum hanging in strings from your plush lips to the flared cockhead. Licking the tip, you give him a long, hard suck with hollowed cheeks, and you can feel him grunt his approval. With one hand he gently pulls you into his dick, your entire upper body nestled against it with his balls pressed against your abs. Slowly, he begins fucking your tits, and you help him out by pressing them into his cock on either side.

You’ve never been so grateful for your physical assets before. The large breasts that have been nothing but an annoying inconvenience up until now are perfect for enveloping his throbbing cock as it spurts precum all over your upturned face. All your womanly endowments help you feel like you’re proving himself worthy of his attentions, that you can give him the fuck he’s looking for.

“Ooh, you like my tits, don’t you?” you murmur eagerly, rubbing him up and down. “I can feel you throbbing…”

A sticky load of precum lands right on your lips as you talk, and you automatically open your mouth to slurp it up. It goes down easy, and though you really want to just let him fuck your face so you can swallow all of it, you understand who’s in charge here. If he wants to fuck your face, he can. Until then, he’ll do whatever he wants and you’ll love it.

It doesn’t take long for your full-bodied effort to begin bearing fruit, the grunting of the beast getting lower and lower until you can feel it shaking your ribcage. When you feel him right on the edge of orgasm, you press yourself into his big, cum-filled balls, rubbing and straddling them, and you’re rewarded with the feeling of them pulsing against you. He roars in release, and you giggle as he pushes you roughly to the ground, spreadeagled and completely ready for him to take advantage of you.

He responds by roughly rubbing himself against you, his fat cock flaring all the while, and you’re treated to the sight of the head getting about as wide as your waist before you’re blinded by a heavy rope of seed. You open your mouth to gasp in surprise and joy, only for him to press forward and wrestle his flare inside it. With the fleshy head trapped behind your teeth, there’s only one place the cum you’ve milked out of him is going: down your gullet.

Thanks to your earlier efforts of relieving him, you can just barely manage to rabidly gulp down each and every warm, creamy load that pumps between your lips. It takes all you’ve got, though, and your eyes widen when you realize he’s not stopping. Your stomach is already beginning to swell back out, and with each and every splatter of bestial jizz against the back of your throat, it’s only going to get worse - but there’s nothing you can do about it. You’re forced to swallow all of it, struggling to keep it down, but in the end it pays off.

He pulls himself free from your mouth with a wet, lurid pop, and a cascade of his jizz follows, splattering all over your chin and tits. Lying on the ground, you can easily see your stomach without even lifting your head, and you realize you’re going to have to spend the night here. Not only will you be unable to walk - or even keep your mind on walking, carrying a stomachful of your lover’s cum - but showing back up at base looking pregnant after a day with a deathclaw might raise a few eyebrows.

You idly reach up and begin stroking the underside of the alpha’s cock, to which he hisses in approval. Smiling up at him, you motion him closer, moaning when the base of his cock rubs across your clit. Changing positions, he sits just above your head, dipping enough that his huge, sweaty and musky balls rub across your face. You moan like a whore and bring your hands up, kissing and licking and sucking and rubbing them like you need what’s inside them to live, coaxing him into giving you more.

He does, and in heaping spades. You’re exhausted by the effort of getting him off so many times by the time you sleep that night, but the act of bringing the alpha to climax was more than enough of a reward for you. If there was anything you regretted, it was that at no point during the day did he actually try to breed you, and you didn’t dare to ask. When he wants your tight, quivering little pussy, he’ll take it with force. When night falls, you fall asleep almost instantly, curling up under the watchful eye of the alpha. You feel more safe than you ever have under the roof of the Brotherhood.

When you make the return trip the next day, it’s more of the same. Inquiries about the deathclaw. Complete disregard for you. A briefing for the next mission, which the two of you will be going on. You make up a believable story about how the alpha killed everyone - which is basically just the truth minus a messy facefuck - and spend the rest of your day frustrated. You’re tired. More of a general weariness than any kind of exertion-induced fatigue. You expect that soon, even the deathclaw will be taken away from you after his combat-readiness is proven.

The day after, you’re sent back out into the merciless wasteland in a new direction. As you walk alongside the deathclaw, you glance at him and wonder. Does he know he’s being taken advantage of? That the Brotherhood is using him? He may only be an animal but he’s a very smart one, one that you’re attached to. Sitting at yet another intermediary point, the pointlessness of it all weighs heavily upon you.

What are you really fighting for? You’ve never really put much stock in the Brotherhood’s “mission”, you just wanted a way out. Maybe… maybe it’s time to take matters into your own hands. You notice the deathclaw looking back at you, and you realize you’ve been staring at him the whole time. Does he know that you care? Cheeks turning pink, you ask him what you’ve been fantasizing about since you first saw him.

“Make me yours?”

You know that his love will not be gentle, that a beast of such proportions is incapable of such. But all that really matters to you right now is finding some kind of meaning from all this, grasping your fate yourself. And if that means taking a thick, musky cock between the legs, becoming his, then you think you’re okay with that.

He pushes you down roughly, easily overpowering you, and holds you there while he shreds your clothes from top to bottom. It almost feels symbolic, that you’re discarding the comforts of civilization for an existence closer to that of an animal, but all of your deeper thought processes are blown away when his cock lands on your tummy with a slap. Despite having seen it up close and personally before, you can’t help but issue a little gasp. There’s going to be a lot of stretching going on, most of it just being the initial struggle to get the head in.

Luckily for you, you’re already drenched. Just being around the alpha is enough to have turned you into a sex-ready whore for his personal use, willing to help him get off at a moment’s notice. An overwhelming happiness bubbles inside you as he sniffs at you, tongue parting your sex and making you jump in both surprise and pleasure. Your hips jerk off the ground every time his prehensile tongue shifts inside you, and when he withdraws it’s absolutely dripping with your juices. You fall back to the ground, bewildered and gasping. Were you always this easy to please? It feels like you came three or four times in the minute or so he had you dancing on his tongue.

Then he’s aligning himself with your dripping pussy, flare pushing between your lips, and you’re suddenly eternally grateful that he only flares to maximum size when he’s about to cum. At least this way it’ll be slightly easier to get inside.

“Guhhh,” you groan in pain, grabbing yourself and spreading your pussy as wide as you can with your hands. “Fuu-huuuck fuckfuckfuckFU-”

Your moans break off into a noiseless scream of pleasure, eyes and mouth wide open in shock, as the flesh of his flare compresses just enough to slip inside the tightness of your cunt. A bit of drool runs from the corner of your mouth as your jaw works, trying to get words out, but you find none. Instead, only the bestial grunt of an animal comes out when you get fucked, the deathclaw giving you no time to rest. He thrusts inside you, seeking your womb out, and looking down woozily you realize you can see the bump of his fat fucking flare between your hips.

“U-uh, fuuuck,” you moan through grit teeth, hands digging into the dirt behind your head, feeling every fraction of an inch he moves inside you. You can feel the long, ridged bump of his cum vein stroking the bottom of your walls, and the way his gradually increasing thickness is stretching you around him. Gods, he’s practically wearing you around him, and you can’t deny that the thought is hot. The idea of being casually impaled on this fat, stiff cock as he walks, idly being used as a warm cumdump, with your womb growing ever more full, makes you want to cum.

The deathclaw rumbles deep in his throat and before you know it, your back is arching off the ground while he rams into your cervix. For some reason, what should be unimaginably painful is the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever felt, your pussy getting more sensitive the deeper he gets, as if you’re being rewarded for taking his monster cock. The first thrust has you wildly tensing your abs, trying to contain the incredible sensation, and with the second you go limp in his arms, your abused cunt convulsing wildly around his juicy prick. Femcum very slowly oozes down the base of his thick, meaty shaft, struggling to escape from your stretched-taut confines.

He picks you up off the ground and you realize you’ve been completely broken, subjugated by this monstrous beast, utterly dominated in all aspects. The rest of your life will be lived on his terms, rutting you whenever he wants and swallowing his cum whenever you have to. The realization is accompanied by a body-wracking orgasm as he slams you downwards, getting over half his bestial length crammed inside your spasming pussy, and you find you suddenly don’t care about any of that. All you want is to feel that fat cock straining and flexing against your womb while he pumps a huge load into it.

Already you can feel spurts of precum splattering inside you, a prelude to the main act of your insemination, driving you to moan desperately and wiggle your hips in his grip in an attempt to hasten its arrival. Whether it’s working or not, his hissing is growing more strained, and you can feel his muscles flexing underneath his scaled skin. The head of his cock thickens and hardens to the point it feels like it’d be impossible to pull it out, and for a wild moment you think you wouldn’t care, that you want to just stay like this forever, locked in his rough embrace.

Then with a mighty roar, he stomps the ground so hard the sediment cracks beneath him, fixing both hands around your hips and dragging you down his cock until you feel the medial ring pop inside you. Your ears are still ringing with the sound when you feel a huge, warm intrusion press against the entrance of your pussy, growing and growing in pressure until finally you feel yourself stretch around it. Then another, and another, and by the time you realize that was his first load of cum it’s spurting into your womb like a hose. You scream in joyous release the moment you feel it splatter inside you, forever marking you as a deathclaw’s bitch.

“Gods, yes! YES! Uuuuhhhnnnn!”

You grunt in prolonged bestial pleasure every time he drags you back down to fill you up, his flared head spreading you wide enough that he has free reign to squirt jizz straight into your overstuffed womb.

“Gods, yes, fill me up,” you breathe, watching your stomach swell outward and feeling yourself rapidly climbing to another peak.

“Unngh! Oh, fuck, you’re so hard!” you squeal, eagerly grabbing and squeezing your nipples.

“Turn me into your breeder bitch!” you scream hoarsely, your voice being carried on the wasteland’s wind as a declaration of intent.

The deathclaw is only too happy to provide in spades, slamming you down on his cock over and over until his cum is spurting down your shaking thighs, running down your legs. His flare dredges more jizz from your fucked-full pussy every time he pulls back, but you’re filled back up with every load he pumps into you. You’re stuck in what seems like a never-ending cycle of shuddering, explosive orgasms, being refilled with his warmth every time there’s room.

When he finally decides he’s done with you, you’re fucking destroyed. He lifts you off his cock with a wet shlurp and his seed begins to loudly splatter to the ground from between your legs, running freely from your gaped-wide cunt and pooling beneath you. You dangle there limply, eyes half-closed and chest heaving, still juddering with the aftershock of so many orgasms piled on top of each other. You feel yourself being lowered to the ground, and you collapse back in a heap, spread like a starfish in exhaustion.

He moves above you, and you crack an eyelid open just in time to see his gigantic, sweaty balls descend towards your face as his juice-covered flare penetrates your plush, pliable lips. Your eyes shoot open and then roll back in your head as he noisily - and messily - violates your face, fucking your throat as a matter of routine. This is the rest of your life, you dimly realize. He’s going to keep every orifice of yours filled to the absolute brim with his spunk, forever. The moment he begins offloading the contents of his oversized cumtanks into your stomach, you squirt down your thighs and pass out, overwhelmed.

The first thing you notice when you wake up is that your muscles are achingly sore, especially everything below your hips. You’re very warm, too, and you realize with a small jolt that you’re nestled up against the gigantic creature’s chest, facing him; it feels very intimate, like he’s cradling you within his arms. Then you realize neither of his arms are touching you, and you feel another jolt accompanied by a burst of warmth in your midsection. Woozily looking down, you finally figure it out in your sex-addled mind.

His giant fucking cock is rammed completely up your tortured asshole all the way to his swaying balls, suspending you in the air and leaving him free to roam the wastelands unhindered. If the bulge and the way your stomach shifts with his gait is any indication, he’s been inside you for quite some time, filling you with hot cum. So that’s why you’re sore, you think, somewhat proud you managed to figure it out. It feels like you’re being stretched apart at the seams, but you have to admit it’s really very nice being snuggled up against your lover like this. Sighing in tired happiness as another load pumps into you, you lapse back into unconsciousness with your arms and legs loosely wrapped around his midriff in an affectionate hug.

When you awaken, you’re alone. That doesn’t really concern you, though; you can feel your lover nearby. Looking around, you appear to be at the entrance to a cave along a rocky cliff. The incline looks fairly treacherous, and you can’t help but feel a little thrill deep inside. Looking out over the landscape, you know it would be almost impossible to run away. You sink to your knees with a smile on your flushed face, a hand slipping between your thighs to find your clit. He’s going to keep you here and fuck your little cunt until you’re carrying his babies, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

You rub yourself to orgasm with a happy moan and no effort at all, your only thoughts those of the various manners in which your lover will take you. For such a kingly beast, you think, genuine love swelling in your chest, it’s only right that he should rule me as he sees fit. So caught up are you in your masturbatory fantasies, you don’t even notice the presence of your alpha until he’s practically on top of you. Caught in the act, you slowly withdraw a sodden, dripping hand from your snatch and smile coquettishly.

You don’t sleep at all for the first night. You spend most of it up pressed up against the wall of the cave entrance with your legs over your head, getting your brains fucked out, screaming with pleasure into the wastelands. You’d never known that sex was meant to be such a brutal thing, but having your pussy conquered by a hulking beast satisfies a deep, primal urge within you that you didn’t know you had. You cum constantly, unable to resist the overstimulation of being penetrated so hard and deep, each thrust seemingly better than the last.

By the time he sets you down on the ground, finally satisfied with his first real breeding effort, you’re convinced. This beast was meant for you to meet. Or perhaps you were meant for serving this beast, wrapping your lips around that fat cock and swallowing his spunk, opening your legs up for him to use you. That seems more correct. The factors bringing you two together amount to nothing less than destiny, and you’re determined to worship him in any way he wants.

When he returns from hunting, you dutifully suck him off and swallow his sperm in gratitude, gracefully allowing his majestic cock passage down your gullet. He fucks your face until he explosively cums a second time, leaving himself sheathed as your eyes roll back in deoxygenated pleasure. Jizz spurts from your tightly-sealed lips and even from your nostrils, but the only thing that bothers you about it is that it didn’t fit inside. You pass out impaled on his cock, still vacantly swallowing his seed with blind obedience until he allows you respite.

Days pass, and you find yourself wholly absorbed in a rhythm of getting fucked like a wild animal and serenely sucking his cock, massaging his fat balls so as to ensure his pleasure. Gods, but he has so much to give you. It’s only right that you open legs, lips, heart and soul to accept his gift. Feeling the full weight of his warm testes resting against your chin as his cock throbs violently in your stomach is a reward all of its own.

He keeps your womb full constantly, and you can only guess that if it’s at all possible, you must be pregnant. The cum in your deepest reaches is so thick it hardly drips from your cunt at all, keeping up your fertile appearance. You don’t mind - in fact, you’re secretly a little thrilled by it. It feels lewd to look like you’re carrying a clutch of interspecies babies, and the fact it’s actually just gallons of seed only makes you hornier. If anyone saw you… they’d undoubtedly think you were about to give birth.

Somehow, though, you doubt anyone ever will. Not that you belong to society any longer, but you have a feeling you won’t be able to come outside often regardless. The deathclaw approaching with his cock already swollen to capacity suggests the same, and you barely have time to smile or sway your childbearing hips before it’s pushing between your thighs, sliding into your pussy and seeking out your womb.

Not even a month has passed before you’re sure of it - you’re heavily pregnant, the alpha’s efforts clearly bearing fruit. Along with the rapidly-progressing pregnancy come a few changes to your body that have nothing to do with your swelling tummy. The growth of your already large breasts would be unsurprising were it not so extreme, your tits ballooning up until they’re the size of melons. The oddest change, though, is that they stay proportional. You seem to be growing outwards and upwards, noticing little details like your hips becoming wider and your toes just barely touching the ground now when your alpha fiercely fucks your cunt from behind.

You don’t mind. Becoming sexier for your master is all you could ever want, and secretly something hidden in the recesses of your subconscious is ravenous with lust over the idea that you’re being dominated so thoroughly that the alpha is changing you to better fit him. You affectionately rub your tummy - and your hardening clit - at the thought, until a rock-hard rod pokes your shapely butt. Smiling, you back up into it and bend over, putting your hands on the wall. A shuddering sigh escapes your lips the moment he enters you, your walls convulsing around him in ecstasy, gripping his shaft with as much force as you can muster.

You personally think you’re a little uglier - your toned tummy has given way to the incredible bulge of pregnancy, and you’ve gained a little fullness to your figure - but your alpha doesn’t seem to think so. Hardly a moment goes by where he’s not either having you tend to his incredible endowments, or impaling your dripping wet pussy upon his rock-hard cock. Some days he spends literally hours rutting your face, forcing you to swallow down load after load until you’re fit to burst.

When the day of your delivery comes, you strain and strain until you’re red in the face, panting hard and sweating all over. Luckily the changes to your body prove extremely advantageous for giving birth, your widened hips ensuring you can safely deliver deathclaw runts without injury. You cum hard with every baby safely borne from your womb, reinforcing your purpose, and by the end you’re lying on your back in an exhausted daze. You can feel your babies suckling at your overladen breasts, but you’re too tired to lift your head to look.

After giving birth to a deathclaw, your body is irreversibly altered. You’re awoken from your deep slumber to find the alpha’s flaring cock inside your womb, a bulge clearly visible through the skin of your taut stomach. You hardly have time to gasp in surprise before you feel a surge of warmth inside you, throwing your head back in bliss as your back instinctively arches off the ground. The outline of his prick against your skin quickly disappears, obscured by the liquid payload his balls are dumping into you.

More of this, you think dreamily. You’d lie back and relax, revel in the feeling, but the iron-hard rod wedged what feels like halfway up your body keeps you from moving. You’re forced to watch your belly swell outwards with potentially new life, repeating the cycle and fulfilling your single-minded purpose. By the time he slowly withdraws his cock, your massive tits are resting atop your motherly tummy.

Without the support of his massive prick holding you upright, you fall back down and lay there, panting, until the alpha stands over you and presents you his cock. You let your tongue loll from your mouth and allow him to wipe himself off on you, ensuring you swallow down the last he has to offer. Craning your head upwards, you dutifully clean off the mixture of his semen and your juices from his dick before you settle back, your kids already descending upon your breasts to take their fill.

In time, your kids leave the nest - but not before you’ve been thoroughly bred a second, third, and fourth time, not to mention knocked up with a fifth litter. The only remaining child from your first litter is an albino male, and he’s growing at an absurd rate. Is this what they call hybrid vigor? Your mind lazily slurs to you, vision hazy after another mind-blowing plundering of your cunt.

When you awaken from your fuck-induced slumber, the dim cave is empty save for you and your latest litter, snoozing quietly in a corner. Something is wrong. As you raise yourself up from lying on your back - a position you’re intimately familiar with by now - you hear a small noise from the cave entrance. It’s your son, and he’s covered in deep slashes that are slowly oozing blood. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s transpired, but you’re more concerned about his wellbeing.

“Oh sweetie, you’re hurt,” you murmur, crawling towards him. As you slowly get closer to his injured body, you can’t help but notice a scent so strong it momentarily distracts you from what you were doing.

“Oh - oh gods,” you gasp, pupils dilating in moments. What were you doing? You were… you were… comforting your son. That’s right. How could you forget a thing so simple as a mother’s love? You lightly brush a hand across his scaled skin, and -

He’s small enough that you can look him right in the eye, shock written across your face, as he rams his cock into your slutty mouth. You struggle, but to no avail. You’re his prize, and he knows it. By the time he’s cumming down your throat for the very first time, your mind is still struggling to wrap itself around the situation. As he bears you to the ground to begin siring a new lineage of his own with his cumdump breeder whore, the only thought in your mind before it recedes into the darkness of animalistic pleasure is how wide his muscular back feels when you’re wrapping your thighs around it.

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Night Elf booty call

A light tapping at the door, and the denizen within is roused from its slumber. The wooden door creaks slightly as it swings open, and you give the room’s occupant a dazzling smile full of teeth. “Oh,” the taller woman yawns, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. “It’s you.” “It’s me,” you reply, eyes greedily raking over the supple, taut flesh barely concealed under the Kaldorei’s silken nightrobe. Your gaze skates down the gentle ridgeline of the warrior-woman’s abdominals and lingers for a few seconds on the object of your desires - the heavy bulge between her legs, protruding almost down to her knees. Unconcerned by your attentions, she ushers you inside the room, candle-lit warmth accompanying you. “I’m going to make some breakfast,” she says, looking around her little kitchen. Her place is nothing if not cozy. “You can get to work on yours.” “Yes mistress,” you reply coolly, inwardly thrilled with excitement. Ever since your first meeting, there’s been something so intoxicating about serving this beautiful creature, tending to her needs and ensuring she’s satisfied. Kneeling behind her while she fishes out a pan, the old saying about keeping someone’s stomach full and balls empty to make them happy swims to the forefront of your mind. You place your hands on her tight, plump ass and squeeze, allowing yourself a little bit of enjoyment before you pull her cheeks apart and plant an intimate, loving kiss on her cute little asshole. The elf sighs in approval, dignified even when her pet is eating her ass out - good girls always kiss their friends hello, she’s told you before, and you’re nothing if not her good girl. Respect duly paid, you shift your attention a little lower. Two gigantic balls hang between the Night Elf woman’s legs, each one almost as big as your head. Gently wrapping your hands around them, you revel in worshipping them - your tongue curls out of your mouth as you delicately suck, and you can feel how much she enjoys your caress. You can already tell you’re going to be very, very full by the time she’s finished making your breakfast. “Oh, you are good at that,” your master purrs, pressing back into you. “I knew you would be.” You can’t help but feel slightly proud at her praise, remembering your first meeting. You’d scarcely known what sex was before this absolute she-stud had shown you what it meant to serve your betters. Although it was far from the only thing she filled you with, you came away from that encounter with a sense of hunger, like you needed to serve her. She’d told you it was only natural and to not be ashamed, and that had been that. You hum in happiness as you bathe her balls with your tongue, reaching out to caress the swollen, purple head of her cock and feeling the slickness of her precum. “Mmm, careful,” she cautions from above you, her legs shivering slightly. “Too eager and you’ll wind up having to lick it up off the floor.” Not that you’d mind it if she made you, but you heed her warning. You lightly caress, stroke, and squeeze her plump balls as your tongue finds its way back between her buttcheeks, teasing her asshole. When she gives an approving coo, you slowly slide your tongue inside her, penetrating her flexing ring. “Oh, that’s nice,” she says breathily, toes curling in pleasure. “Get deeper in there, there’s a good girl. Here.” She places her hands over your own and pulls, giving you more room to work with and letting your tongue slide in as deep as it can. She moans when you feel it lightly graze her prostate, and you can hear her hanging cock dripping like a faucet. She really likes it when you do this, you’ve found - and her body reacts in kind. With your hands grasping her plump, juicy balls, you can feel them begin to sag with additional weight as she groans, your tongue pressing down on her bulging prostate. “Oh! Elune,” she cries out, pulling away and turning around. “I’m gonna-!” She grabs you by the hair and shoves her drooling cock down your throat, panting in need. Gritting her teeth, she grunts and groans, her abs flexing, but nothing happens. Her legs shaking violently, she curls over and begins to squeeze your face between her thighs, a drawn-out groan emanating from her throat. After a few seconds go by, she finally lets out a gasp of release, and you feel a warm spurt of seed trickle from her cock down your gullet. “Ooohhhh, fuck,” she grunts roughly, her cock flexing in your throat. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuu-mmmmnnngggh! Oh! Oh!” With a huge, shuddering groan, you feel her finally begin to cum down your throat, feeling her cumvein flex across your tongue as it deposits load after load directly into your stomach. You make sure to keep your throat open and your tongue still, letting her make use of you as she sees fit. You wouldn’t want to spill any of her jizz, after all. She slowly humps your face, her balls dragging along your chin in erratic jerks as she grinds her hips into you. “Ooooh, yes,” she hisses throatily, looking down at you with a smug expression. “Look at you. You’re so fucking pretty when you’re swallowing my cum. I can never fuck you just once...” “God, I can’t believe you actually gave me a prostate orgasm,” she pants when she’s finished using you, simultaneously stroking your hair and running a finger across your chin to collect a string of dribbled cum. She pops it into your mouth and satisfiedly watches you suck it, cleaning her off. Planting her cock on your bottom lip, she lets you gently suck and lick to clean that too. “Such a good girl,” she murmurs, looking at you through half-lidded eyes with affection. “Now hike up that skirt and show me that pussy, cutie.” She gives you a little spank to encourage you, eliciting a gasp before you smile and turn around, lifting your skirt up to expose yourself. You can’t help but feel a little thrill of excitement when her hand gently slides down your ass, her fingers lovingly coming to caress your slick, warm lips. “Oh,” she whispers seductively into your ear, “someone’s eager to get her little cunt spread and fucked. Is that what you’re looking for, my little pet? Feeling the head of my cock tease you apart before I pump your womb full of spunk?” “Yes,” you pant in desire, looking back over your shoulder. “Oh my god, yes, please fu- ohhh!” You squeal and jerk upwards as she enters you suddenly, her iron-hard stiffness being shoved into you with no regard for your pleasure - just how you like it. Nothing gets you off harder than the idea of being used, like you’re a piece of property for this domineering stud to take advantage of. She thrusts into you roughly, spearing you forward a couple of shaky steps, and you cry out as you curl over at the hips. “Let’s move you to the bed, babe,” she pants, bucking her hips into you. “Mmf! Fuck, you’re tight. C’mon, one-two.” “Oh! I’m tryi- oh! Oh! Oh, my god!” you cry out, feeling her hips ram against your ass, her balls slapping against your clit with every savage thrust. She forcefully fuck-walks you over to the bed, holding your hands behind your back before she shoves you on top of it, forcing the air from your lungs as you bounce off the mattress. She’s on top of you instantly, still plowing your tightly-squeezing pussy with her fat cock like you’re her toy. And in a way, aren’t you? You’d do anything for this beautiful specimen, you think as you shudder in pre-orgasm throes. The way she makes you feel, the way she fucks you with long, rolling strokes of her hips - “Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” you moan, your lips clamping down on the base of her cock as your wetness sluices down her legs. “Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonnnnnnff-! Nnnmmm! Nnh!” You grit your teeth in ecstasy, eyes squeezed shut as orgasmic pleasure begins to rock your body, shocks of electricity making your hips jerk and twitch in your lover’s embrace. She responds only by fucking you harder, the wet slap of her skin smacking against yours resounding throughout the room. You take a look back at her over your shoulder, your hair bouncing in front of your eyes with every bed-rocking thrust, and you fall in love with what you see. The kind, mischievous and quick-to-laugh night elf is gone. In her place is your voluptuous goddess, the woman that keeps you on a metaphorical leash, your master. Her lips are drawn back in a determined snarl, fangs bared as she roughly makes you her little bitch, a true warrior-woman in every aspect. This is the Kaldorei stud who taught you how to fuck, how to use your tongue, how to best be her cumdump, and you’ll forever be grateful to her for that. Your own satisfaction is derived from hers, and besides, she’s such a beast in bed you’re going to get off multiple times before she decides to jizz in your pussy anyway. It’s a little embarrassing to admit, but you’ve cum before when she hasn’t done anything but plunge her cock down your throat. Right now, though, you’re intent on making her feel good. Exerting what little control you can over your squirting, convulsing pussy, you squeeze down on her as hard as you can, rubbing her cock with your lips even as her balls thwack against your excited little clit. You can feel the reaction in her throbbing cock even as she thrusts her swollen cockhead against your womb. “Nnn! Eager little cumdump, aren’t you?” she grunts, hands gripping your hips tightly. “Fine, then. Hope you’re ready for half-elven children, slut!” She pulls you back into her as she thrusts, planting you in her lap and bouncing you on her cock like you’re her slutty little toy. You cry out and gasp, feeling her prick harden until having it batter against your cervix is almost more painful than enjoyable when, finally, she cums. With a roar of dominance, she shoves herself into you so hard that the headboard of the bed slams against the wall, shaking the dresser. “Fuuuck,” she growls, baring her teeth in a snarl. “Oh, you are a good little fuck. Bet you’re cumming yourself at the feeling of having your womb full of Kaldorei spunk, huh?” She’s totally right - you can’t even reply, instead groaning and grunting in a very un-ladylike fashion as warm spunk jets into your cunt. When she’s finally done with you, she sighs in blissful satisfaction and lets go, her cock slipping free as you fall face-first onto the mattress. Lying on top of you, the Night Elf woman yawns and relaxes. “Oh fuck,” she mutters, slapping her hand to her forehead. “I didn’t even finish cooking. You’re too much of a distraction.” Rolling over in bed, she stretches and sighs, looking back at you. “Be a babe and finish it up for me?” “Sure!” you chirp, gingerly hopping out of bed after being taken so roughly. Your pussy is a little sore, but bringing breakfast to your lover is a chance you’re not going to pass up. “Thanks, cutie,” she calls after you, spreadeagling on top of the sheets. When you bring your lover her food, she thanks you and gives your butt an affectionate squeeze - then tells you to suck her cock while she eats. As she hums happily above you, her balls quaking while her jizz coats the inside of your throat, you can’t help but feel fulfilled - like you’re where you really belong: between a she-stud’s thighs. You’ll have to come here more often!

[profoundtigermentality]

hey, i really liked your deathclaw stuff, but your new stuff is cool too :)

Thanks!

[profoundtigermentality]

Is the futa deathclaw story abandoned?

Probably. It’s hard to go back to old stories if I don’t finish them at the time.

[profoundtigermentality]

Captured by the Legion

The moment you awaken, you’re filled with abject terror. Your eyes spring open and you lurch upwards, only to have your flailing arrested by metal restraints. You look down in surprise at the chains binding your hands together, your mind reeling. “Oh god,” you cry, beginning to hyperventilate. “Oh god, oh god, no no no no no no! NO!” Rattling the bars of your cage, you look out over the dismal landscape. A barren, scorched fel-waste is all that lies before you, the land scarred beyond recognition by the Burning Legion. Tears well in your eyes at the thought of everyone you’ve left behind. Did your family and friends make it out? Did anyone? The cages near you are all empty. Are you just going to be left here? The chains hanging from your body start to shake. That’s not you… you look around, but see nothing. The ground wobbles slightly, and you start to hear heavy breathing. Scared, you huddle up into a corner of the cage as what you soon identify as footfalls get closer. A massive demon - it must be close to twenty feet tall, or more - rounds the corner from a tunnel, and it’s looking right at you. You scream as the stark reality of your situation sets in. No amount of resistance is going to get you out of your cage or your bonds. The Legion has you at their whim. “Yes, mortal,” the demon rumbles, leering down at your wretched form adorned in rags. “Tremble. Scream. It delights me.” Scared out of your mind but not wanting to give it the satisfaction, you try to still your chattering teeth. “Fff-f-fuck you,” you stutter, barely getting the words out. The demon gives a harsh, singular laugh - a horrific noise, one not of this world. “You… you fucking monster!” “Yeees,” it seethes, mouth parting to display its rows and rows of vicious teeth. “I am a monster, little one. And you are my plaything.” “Just kill me then,” you say with a shudder. “I’d rather be dead.” “Kill you?” the demon shakes its head, then laughs. “I think not. You’ll be far more useful to me alive.” He casually rends the bars in two with a swipe of his hand, the metal screeching in protest as it twists. Reaching in, he grabs you around the hips singlehandedly and tosses you into the dirt. Dishevelled as they are, the rags you’re wearing tear when you hit the ground. “Get up and walk,” the demon hisses, and you’re compelled to obey. It doesn’t seem to want to kill you immediately, but you have no doubt it wouldn’t hesitate to chop you down if you made a break for it. Besides, you think as you glance back at it, it’s not like you could outrun something of that size. Two steps and he’d eat you alive. Catching yourself shivering, you force yourself to face forward and walk. He takes you back down the tunnel, holding the chain attached to your collar like a leash. You hear strange, unnatural noises emanating from the corridors down the sides, but don’t ask what they are. The answer from this creature would undoubtedly be worse than your imagination. “Here.” He pushes you into a room, and for a moment your confusion overcomes your fear. You stand at the entrance as he pulls the heavy door shut with a clank, and survey the room. In the middle of it, impossible to ignore, is a massive four-poster bed. The floor is adorned with flowing red carpet that feels heavenly beneath your bare feet, and there are fancy pieces of furniture against the walls. “What… what is this place?” you ask, bewildered. “A Sayaadi bedroom,” it replies, tugging on the remnants of your clothes. “And your new home.” “Hey!” you exclaim, as embarrassed as you are scared as the rags come off completely. The demon tosses them disdainfully into a corner while you cover your breasts with your arms and close your legs. “What are you- gah!” The chains hanging from your legs and collar suddenly break off, crashing to the floor with a dull thud. You’d be happy if the metal rings around your neck, ankles and wrists weren’t suddenly scorching hot! “No, NO! PLEASE! IT BURNS!” you scream, falling to the floor in agony. Just when you think you’re going to pass out, the pain instantly stops and you collapse, whimpering and crying. Raising a hand and trying to blink the tears out of your eyes, you stare at your gravely injured wrist and see… nothing? There are no marks, or any sign that you were harmed at all. You inspect the metallic bracelet, though, and find it’s changed. There’s some kind of glowing demonic pattern that’s fading into the metal even as you watch it. Gingerly stretching your legs, you find you’re still blessedly intact… although your collar bothers you on more than just a physical level. Collars are for pets, not people. “Enjoying your collar, girl?” the demon asks, startling you. You’d forgotten he was crouched there, as absurd as that is. “It suits you.” “I’m not your pet, demon,” you spit vehemently, slightly more confident now that you don’t think he’ll kill you. “And I will never give in to your ilk.” “So much fight in such a little girl, and so beautiful too,” it muses. “I will enjoy breaking you.” It rises and turns, apparently leaving. The door swings open and stays that way, igniting a dull spark of hope in your chest. You hear the heavy footfalls of the demon recede into the distance and wonder. There’s no way he’s that dumb… is there? No… this is definitely some kind of a trick. Still, though, you’re not going to let such an obvious avenue of escape elude you without at least giving it a shot. You creep closer to the door and start to hear some kind of fizzing, crackling noise and look down to see sparks beginning to fly from your bracelets. “Shit!” you curse, falling backwards onto your butt. Alright, so that’s not an option, but damn if you’re going to sit here idle while you’re alone. Not to mention you’re naked now, and the demon’s claws have taken care of your rags. Maybe you can find some clothes in the chest of drawers. An hour later and you flop on the bed, exhausted. There’s nothing useful in this room, and the only clothes you could find were so risque you wouldn’t wear them if you were paid to. You don’t know who the “Sayaadi” are, but their taste in clothing is poor at best. This is so frustrating… you’re not a hero, you’re just a soldier. You can’t call on the powers of the gods or summon the elements to get out of here like they could, and the closest you ever had to a combat pet was the family dog that passed away years ago. Hugging a pillow close for comfort, you begin to softly cry into it, tears streaming down your cheeks and staining the fabric. You fall asleep like that, worn out by the day’s events. You’re dredged from your slumber hours later by the familiar sound of heavy footfalls, and sit bolt upright in the bed. The demon walks through the door and slams it shut, breathing heavily. It fixes you with a glare. “You. On your knees.” You back yourself up against the headboard, eyes wide. “What the h-” you begin. The demon takes two quick strides and snatches you off the bed before you can even finish, and it’s only then that you see that not only do demons have genders, but this one is definitely a he. “Oh god,” you gasp, ineffectually fending him off. “Nonono don’t! Ple-gllrk! Gllbl!” You’re flipped upside down and thrust down onto his cock face-first so fast that your gag reflex doesn’t even register the intrusion. You try to scream, but all you can muster around the penis in your mouth is a gurgling hum. “Aaaah,” the demon sighs, slowly pulling you upwards by your hips before letting you slide back down his bloated, pulsating cock. “Silence is a virtue, human.” You beat at his legs ineffectually, your body wracked with pain as he violates you in ways that shouldn’t be possible. Tears stream from your reddened eyes, your throat bulging ludicrously with the heft of his studded shaft. You can feel the sickening sensation of it pulsating, throbbing against your neck with his heartbeat. It doesn’t take long for the beast to cum, the feeling of his viscous seed travelling down your neck abhorrent to your very soul. He forces you to gulp down what feels like gallons of his semen until, finally, he lifts you off his cock and throws you face-down on the bed like a used rag. You immediately throw up, partially from the shock to your body, but mostly because you literally can’t fit any more of his spunk inside you. Collapsing over the side of the bed, you groan in exhaustion. Then… you feel it. A kind of itching in your mind, an errant thought here or there. “No,” you breathe, one hand on your stomach. “What, what did you… what have you- uergh- done to me?” The demon watches you with amusement, crouching down to tip your chin back. You stare at him defiantly, but some of the effect is lost what with the trickles of his semen running from the corners of your mouth. “Interesting,” he muses, looking into your eyes undeterred. “Still you resist. Most would be begging by now.” “Now,” he continues, getting on the bed himself. “Sleep.” You’re not really inclined to do that right now - or do anything he tells you, really - but at his word you find your eyelids getting extremely heavy. Some kind of enchantment, maybe… you’re suddenly too warm and tired to care. You yawn widely and begin drifting off to sleep next to the watchful demon, curled up at his side. Maybe later your master will stick his big, hard cock right up your juicy little cunt and breed you all day long. You sit bolt upright in your bed, shocked. That was not your thought. You look around in a daze, puzzled. You were… you were just falling to sleep when you thought that, but your master- no! The beast that murdered and killed your friends and family! He is not your master! You slam your fist into a pillow to drive the point home, reminding yourself with your anger that you can beat this. You will not be a slave to a demon. Calming down, you assess the situation. Whoever the demon is, he’s not here any more. Maybe you really did fall asleep, but if so, for how long? And when is he returning? Maybe you can try and escape again, though you’re not optimistic. Sure enough, the moment you approach the door your bracelets and collar begin to vibrate against your skin, heating up uncomfortably. You instinctively know that if you tried to force the issue, they would kill you or worse. As much as you’d like an immediate escape, there’s an inherent value in staying alive and looking for opportunities. Maybe a hero will rescue you, even. -- Your eyes roll back in your head as Vorothrax, as you’ve come to know him, cums straight down your throat, his massive cock throbbing and flexing in the confines of your neck. The best- worst! The worst part about this is that it almost, almost feels good - like some kind of sickening reward for being his debased cumdump. Whatever’s in his semen, it’s… changing you. When he finally withdraws his dripping rod from your mouth, your jaw hangs slackly until you slowly rouse yourself from your stupor. Even as his sticky seed churns in your stomach, you don’t think to question why he’s doing this - he’s a demon, they live for this. You can practically feel the sinister tendrils of his enchantments begin caressing your mind, slowly fraying your resistance. “S-stop,” you moan, wrapping your arms around your stomach. “I d-don’t want it…” “Oh, but you will,” he says with a leer, tipping your chin upwards with a plated finger. “And it will be exquisite.” “Now,” he declares, rising from the bed. “I have preparations to make. We’re going for a walk tomorrow.” A faint flicker of hope alights in your heart. Is he going to take you outside? Even if you can’t escape, you can at least survey the surroundings. Learn something useful to take back to the Alliance when you do get out. Besides, you think, idly rubbing your tummy, you’d do anything to keep from being cooped up in this room at the mercy of Vorothrax’s cock. -- The next day, Vorothrax attaches a chain leash - there’s no other way to describe it - to your neck restraint and gives it an experimental tug. You stumble along behind him, completely naked with his fel-seed churning in your tummy. You can’t help but notice that you haven’t felt hungry or thirsty ever since he’s started filling you up, bitter hate eating at you even as the realization you may be becoming less human rankles at your mind. “Where are you taking me?” you ask him, more out of a desire to drive the thoughts away than wanting to know. “To see someone,” he replies, chuckling darkly. Someone you know, maybe? If there’s anything left of them… maybe you can try forming an escape plan. Two heads are better than one, after all. He brings you to a large, empty room full of cages. None of them are occupied, and the doors hang open, swinging freely. Wait… why are they moving? You’re indoors- “You can’t see it, can you?” Vorothrax says, chuckling again. “Here.” He engulfs your skull with his massive palm, and for a brief moment you’re scared he’s going to pop your head off like a bottle of wine. Instead, you can hear him say a muffled incantation and your eyes begin tingling. He pulls his hand away and you blink, rubbing your eyes. It feels like there’s a layer of dust over them. “Ow… what did you do to me?” “Gave you eyes,” comes the cryptic reply. You look up, and things have… changed. Ghostly images swim in front of your vision, hazy green outlines slowly coming into focus. Felhounds. The entire room is full of felhounds. And in the middle of the room… “Patty?” you say in disbelief. A tattooed and heavily pregnant figure moans, growls and yelps as two felhounds rut her with reckless abandon. Her body rocks forward with every thrust, but she balances it out by shoving her fat ass back into their cocks, asshole and pussy gaped around their canine bulges. You clap your hand over your mouth and try not to throw up as you begin to cry; the fact the girl you knew, one you grew up with, shared secrets with, talked about boys late at night with, has been reduced to such a state… she’s nothing more than a… a cumdump for these beasts. The worst part about it? Even if you don’t want to admit it, part of this turns you the fuck on. Seeing your former best friend brought to the level of being rut by animals and loving it - and she IS loving it, it’s written all over her face - makes you wonder if perhaps, just maybe, she’s better off than you are. Maybe ignorance really is bliss in a place like this. Maybe you should just submit and get it over with. “Stop that,” you mutter, defeated. You don’t have the energy to drive off the invasion of your mind at this point - you don’t even really care. Vorothrax merely laughs and directs you back to your chambers. -- That night, you toss and turn in your sheets. You don’t want to end up like Patty, light preserve her soul. Just a piece of meat to be used up by dogs. How long will she live like that? Months? Years? How long can you live like that? Being used as a breeder and delivering… puppies? Imps? Perhaps she gets passed around to different demons. You shudder at the thought, mildly happy you can still muster revulsion at such a thing. Still, though, it might be best to insure your future. Vorothrax is entertained by you now, yes, but how long will that last? And when it’s over, what will happen? It’s not like he’s going to just let you live here. You sit up in bed, propping yourself up on your elbows, deep in thought. Eyeing the chest of drawers next to the bed, an idea occurs. Perhaps it would be best to take matters into your own hands, after all. Just to make sure... -- When Vorothrax arrives the next day he finds you scantily-clad, in a night robe that just barely conceals the curves of your luscious, ripe breasts. Your tiny thong down below does hardly anything but cover the small, fuzzy landing strip of hair just above your delicate pussy. Your shapely thighs contour to your hips, drawing all attention to your soft, inviting nethers. Sitting on the edge of the bed as you are, any man would be upon you in seconds. Vorothrax is no man, though, and barely gives you a passing glance. Setting aside his spear, he removes a part of his armour and gives it an experimental knock. He grunts before repeating the process with another piece. Your mouth drops open. He’s just going to ignore you?! Fear begins to seep in, intoxicating doubt swirling about in your head, wrapping itself around your brain. “Aren’t you going to…” you start, unsure of what to say. “To?” “You know,” you say. “What you usually do.” He grunts noncommittally and returns to inspecting his armor. It looks like he really is bored of you! You’re going to have to convince him yourself. Hopping off the bed, you sit between the legs of the incurious demon and inspect his groin. His cock is massive, even when flaccid, and his balls are fucking huge! You’ve never noticed, but in hindsight, you suppose it makes sense what with how much churning fel-seed he blasts down your throat. Every time he finishes it’s like you’re pregnant, positively bulging with his virility. Much like the pulsing, veined balls in front of you. No time for shyness now. You lift his heavy sack to your mouth with both hands, licking him all over, admiring the sheer liquid weight contained within. Dear god, there must be close to a fucking gallon in each of these things. Small wonder he has to bust so many fat, creamy nuts down your throat. You almost feel sorry that you ever tried to resist - he needs you to suck down and swallow his jizz or else it’d all go to waste. “Hnn. The human girl finally learns her place,” he grunts with a sneer. “About time.” You stay silent, not wishing to invite his wrath. At least he seems receptive to your approach, and plus, he’s actually paying attention to you now. You gaze up at him and flutter your eyelashes coquettishly with your lips wrapped around one of his balls, just to let him know you’re… you’re… well, your mind is blank right now, but that’s not important. What’s important, a stray thought in your mind declares, is this fucking hulking, thick cock that’s just waiting for you to get your plump dick-sucking lips around it and get to work. That sounds pretty good to you. Even though your pussy is beginning to soak through your thong, you have no intention of letting a demon betwixt your legs. You don’t want to end up like Patty did, you think as your tongue slowly slides up the veined underside of this rapidly-inflating demonic cock, all fucked full of fel-jizz. Although now that you think about it, that’s not so different from your current situation - but at least you have a choice in the matter. Shifting a hand to rub his swollen prick even while you caress his plump balls with the other, you crane your head upwards and furtively taste the head of his cock. It’s about the same as it has been every time… but at least you’re used to it by now. Careful not to let any precum spill, you fervently lick all around the tip until Vorothrax’s clawed hand ‘guides’ you into taking it between your puffy lips. “Such a curious human,” he muses, watching you struggle to hollow your cheeks around his fat cock. “So fearful, yet so bold. So weak, and yet somehow…” He shakes his head and lets you return to your task - swallowing his prick. It doesn’t take you long, with your artful ministrations and knowledge of how best to utilize your throat for his benefit, to start receiving cheek-swelling, throat-bulging loads of fel-jizz. Vorothrax grunts in pleasure with every load, possibly the only positive feedback you’ve earned from him since becoming his… well, consort. You have to admit it makes you a little happy to hear it, what with the uncertainty of your position - if you keep this up daily, he’ll have no choice but to keep you around. You dutifully clean him up when you’re done, carefully licking the sweat and cum from his balls and spit-shining his cock before he leaves again. -- This arrangement continues for a few days, maybe even a week - you can’t really say. Each visit leaves you full of jizz and, though you’re loathe to admit it, a little horny. Having your stomach swollen up with spunk invites all sorts of lewd thoughts when he’s gone, and on more than one occasion you find yourself idly wondering what it would feel like were his sperm pumped into your womb, not your tummy. Once you catch your hand rubbing your pussylips, stretching them apart just to see, maybe, what it would feel like… but you’ll never let him do that. Before long, Vorothrax is visiting you multiple times a day. Sometimes he even rouses you from slumber, too tired to reciprocate his attentions, and uses your throat as a fucktoy while you drift in and out of fitful sleep. Each little fling ends the same way - you get a new deposit of sperm, and your jiggly stomach stays swollen and full of warm cum. You’ve actually adapted to the weight quite well, although the way you have to arch your back to make your clothes fit makes it look like you’re thrusting your titties out for someone to stare at. At least it’s only Vorothrax looking, and you’ve grown to not really mind. In fact, you kinda wish he’d look at you more. Weeks pass, and with them your resistance to the idea of having Vorothrax’s cock crammed in your pussy erodes. You lie on your bed, freshly facefucked after one of your ball-draining sessions, and ponder that maybe the Alliance never will come for you. Maybe they don’t know you’re gone. Thinking of Patty, you realize that maybe anyone who even knew you existed is already dead or worse. When Vorothrax appears, your resolve wavers - just for a second, only slightly - and it’s like he knows. “Spread your legs,” he tells you, walking towards your bed. Unwilling to obey and yet unable to resist, you part your legs and look away bashfully, suddenly embarrassed by the admission. You’re actually going to let him do this. You give a girly little gasp of dismay when he just tears your pretty panties off, then blush as he drinks the sight in. You touch your thighs together, and he laughs. “Silly bitch. You think I can’t tell you soak yourself every time you swallow my cock?” he asks, amused. “Relax. I’ll just use my finger.” His finger? Oh, that’s not nearly as bad! Given the size difference between the two of you, you have to admit you were wo- His finger brushes across your clit and your back immediately arches upwards, pressing your pussy towards him as you spontaneously orgasm all over the sheets. “Oh! Oh, my god! Ooooh, f-fuck! Nnnnnnmm! God!” you cry out, hips jerking in the air against nothing. Half a minute of squeezing, flexing contractions later, you lie on the bed panting and dazed, your mind a blinding white. “Wh… what did you…” “You haven’t even noticed, have you?” The demon slips one hand around your waist, capturing you easily. “You’ve been able to somewhat resist the mental effects… but not so the physical ones.” “Gruh-uhhhgh! GOD, FUUUCK!” you scream, your next words degenerating into bestial bellows of lust as his finger plumbs the depths of your convulsing pussy. Your back arches off the ground so hard his digit almost slips free, and it takes a push from him to lower you back down, whimpering in need. Conscious thought escapes you, your mind fleeing to the comfortable numb of your baser primal instincts. Your juices sluice freely down his hand as you fuck yourself on his finger, hips bucking wildly as you moan out of control. “Guh! Uhhhh! P-please! St- uhh! Stuhhhhffffuuuck! Uuugh!” “Stop what, human? Do you want my cock instead?” “God, yes! I mea- No! Nuuuhhh! Uh! Uh!” you wail, not even capable of answering his question properly. All you can do is just keep - fucking - bouncing, don’t let it stop, push your chest out and show your master your big fat titties wobbling as he fucks you good, one orgasm rolling through your sodden pussy after another. Finally, your legs give out after a good minute or two, too shaky to support you. You collapse, panting as sweat runs down your body, your mouth hanging open in slack-jawed bliss. “Ooohhh… my god…” you moan, eyes closed while you shudder out the last of your orgasm, your snatch desperately flexing and gripping the demon’s finger in an attempt to milk it. “Unh! Oooh…” Taking your time to recover, legs splayed like a wanton slut and relaxing in the after-warmth, you don’t even take note of what Vorothrax is doing beyond taking his finger out. Its presence is sorely missed in your now-empty cunt, but you’ll probably get over it… although you have to admit, you could definitely get used to having him up in there. So surprised are you when you feel the familiar swollen head of his cock at the entrance of your pussy, you don’t even register a reaction until you feel your pussylips begin to streeetch apart to welcome it to its new home. You sit bolt upright in alarm, watching his penis entering you. “No- wait! I… I… oh. Oh, that’s… ooh,” you murmur, a pleasant pink haze settling over your vision. “Mmm.” You sit back, propping yourself up with your elbows as you watch the hulking demon’s brutal cock finally penetrate you, and it feels better than any reward you could have dreamed of. A dopey smile settles on your face when you start to see the bloated head bulging your stomach out a little, and you can’t help but giggle when you see it pulse, warming your passage with precum. “Oh, my goood,” you sigh huskily, looking up at the demon as you slowly spread your legs for him. “You feel so… mmn! Oh! Are you pressing against my womb?” you almost purr in awe, lying back down on the bed. “You’re such a beast.” “You changed your tone quickly, human,” Vorothrax grunts, holding you down with one massive hand while he slowly fucks you. “Any- anyone would,” you gasp, legs jittering every time his meaty cock pushes up against your cervix, triggering a miniature orgasm. “Oh! I-I think I’m- ooooh!” A girlish moan rises from your throat, your legs wrapping around Vorothrax’s hips as if to get him even further inside you. You throw your head backwards into the pillows, panting and moaning like a whore, your pussy convulsing around demon cock. Oh my god, I’m never going back flits through your mind a moment before it’s washed clean by a tidal wave of pleasure, your orgasm rolling through you. For just a moment, it feels like you’re actually in heaven instead of having your gaped-wide cunt messily impaled by a massive, bloated cock. “You’re almost perfect,” Vorothrax mutters, placing his palm over your bulging tummy. “Just one more thing…” You don’t even notice how warm you’re feeling until something alien happens inside you. A wholly unfamiliar sensation rears its head, then leaves you utterly breathless. You look down, confused, to see the glow of fel magic receding from your stomach… and that the cock imprint on your stomach has moved further up your body. It feels like… “Are you-” you start, your eyes going wide in the wake of the realization. “Are you fucking my womb?” “Now you’re the perfect bitch,” he says, and you find yourself unable to reply when a particularly savage thrust leaves you moaning and gasping in distress. It feels so wrong, but at the same time… doesn’t it feel so right to give up everything you have? He’s already taken your lips and pussy. Does he not have the right to your womb, too? Really, you belong to him. Satisfied you’ve arrived at your own conclusion, you lie back down on the bed and look up at him dreamily. “I-I’m your perfect bitch,” you say, feeling a little dizzy. Are you? Weren’t you meant to not be his bitch? “I’m your perfect, slutty little bitch,” you say a little louder, as if to affirm your decision. “That’s right,” Vorothrax replies with a predatory grin, his razor-sharp teeth on display. “Now act like it.” A lewd, wet noise from your womb accompanies his command, which you joyfully realize is the first of many, many loads he’s pumping straight into your womb. “Oh! Oh! Oh my god! Uhhhnnmm! Mmmm! Mmm...” you gasp, gazing down at your rapidly-swelling stomach with an expression bordering on love. “I- ah! I can’t believe! How good- oh my GOD!” you cry out, your legs kicking into the bed. “UNNNH!” Vorothrax picks you up with one hand and slams you down on his cock, your orgasmic wailing echoing off the ornate walls of your bedroom. You cry out in delirious joy with every thrust while he uses you like a toy, sliding you up and down his throbbing rod like you’re nothing more than a worthless fuckhole. Cum bubbles and spurts down your shuddering legs in gouts, rolling down your thighs, leaving a warm trail marking you as his. When he’s done with you, he throws you back onto the bed, his cock sliding free of your slippery, well-fucked cunt with a wet slurp. His tainted seed oozes from your snatch, but you’re so stuffed full that your baby-bump barely recedes. You lie there panting and gasping, still suffering the orgasmic aftershocks of having your pussy plowed and your dignity as a human taken from you so thoroughly. This demon just made you feel like his cumrag… and you fucking love him for it. You watch your demonic stud longingly as he puts his armour back on and departs, your gaze lingering on the door. You know he’ll be back for more. -- He comes back for more alright. Barely two hours go by before he’s fucking you silly all over again, your mind practically seeping out of your ears every time your cunt gets a new filling of fel-jizz. He keeps your womb packed full of his cum with a bestial fervor, and then when he’s done he takes his pick between your other two holes. You love feeling him in either, but secretly you prefer him in your throat - there’s just something about the way his cumvein bulges and flexes in your neck while you gently knead his balls… It doesn’t take long for him to impregnate you. You honestly hardly notice the difference - your tummy gets a bit rounder, but your body is so packed with warm jizz all the time that the only new sensation is the… urges. From what you know of regular pregnancies, the mom tends to get strange urges or pangs of hunger. For you, well, they manifest as depraved, slutty lust. You debase yourself on a daily basis, doing anything - anything - Vorothrax wants you to. Most of the time that just means taking it in your cunt like the good little whore you are. Sometimes, though, it means you have to take a felsteed’s cock in your ass for no other reason than his entertainment. One such occasion finds you on all fours, tied in restraining ropes and being viciously fucked in all your holes by felhounds - just like Patty, not that you remember who that is. All you really care about any more is bringing complete pleasure to your master by way of utter submission. If that means being knotted and bred by his pets, you’ll suck and fuck their cocks all day and night, and swallow everything they have to give, too. The moment you’re done delivering a veritable horde of imps - wow, you were really knocked up - Vorothrax is upon you again, rutting you for hours at a time to ensure your pregnancy. This comes to be your favorite part - he’s always so amazingly rough with you after your babies are born, and you can’t help but cum multiple times when he skewers you on his cock. The best part is that you’re only pregnant for a few weeks at a time! Demons breed you faster than usual, apparently. Eventually, Vorothrax tires of his toy. So degraded and mind-broken, you hardly notice when it’s the animals breeding you instead of him. The felsteeds love you being tied up in their stable, ravaging your needy cunt almost nonstop. You have no idea how or even which one ends up impregnating you, but neither you or the demonic horses care - as far as you’re concerned, it’s an endless carousel of cock. Your body begins to change over time, your pussy retaining its tightness despite being wrapped around monster cock all day, but your breasts slowly growing larger to keep up with the ever-increasing demands of your young, until one day you awaken somewhere completely different. At first you’re somewhat alarmed - not because you’re tied up and blind, that part isn’t new - but because you aren’t being fucked. What’s a little human slut to do without a demon cock to fill her up? Luckily, the voice in your head tells you everything is fine and not to worry. You sit idle in the darkness, your only company the hum of machinery, until something latches on to your breast and begins suckling. You coo in approval, your other breast soon having something hanging off it too, your milk being steadily drained. The darnedest thing is, though, you never seem to run out! You feel like you’ve been here for hours in your restraints, being milked endlessly. The sensation keeps you continually on the edge of orgasm, never quite enough to push you over the edge, and you begin to fret before you hear loud footsteps approaching. “The Sayaadi enchantments are really something, aren’t they, pet?” It’s him! Your master, he’s here for you! You’re about to tell him you love him when he shoves his cock down your throat, just like old times, and you explosively cum on the spot. The machine doesn’t stop milking you while he works, shooting rivers of jizz into your stomach until your stomach is almost as big as your heaving breasts. “We won’t be seeing each other again, human. But don’t worry, you’ll be more than taken care of.” At first, you’re heartbroken, albeit incapable of expressing that to him what with your throat fucked full of seed. But soon, as demons begin to break in the newest addition to their little farm, you find you don’t mind that much. Between them and the machine, you’re almost never free of entertainment, and eventually they unbind your hands and eyes. This way you get to see and lovingly embrace whatever manner of beast is raping you! Although it’s not what you expected to do with your life, between the anti-aging and fertility enchantments of your numerous Sayaadi lovers, life is good for a cumdump of the Legion. No doubt you’ll have the opportunity to enjoy it for a long, long time…                                                     BAD END

[profoundtigermentality]

Size Queen

She took pride in the size of her weapon - those who laughed at it could usually be found on the brink of unconsciousness, gasping in the wake of being battered by the hilt. People eventually learned to respect it, and indeed, there was a throng of both men and women who paid respect on a daily basis. She handled the attention with natural grace, her conduct utmostly respectful in the public eye, though those who knew her closely knew she could get… rough with it.

It’s a day of ill portent when she awakes, screams from below her room in Dalaran rousing her from slumber. She leaps from her bed, leaving the blissed-out fembelf qt lying peacefully in the sheets, and grasps her trusty weapon with both hands.

Instantly, she can tell something is wrong. She looks down at it in befuddlement, her fingers gripped around where the base should be. It… it’s smaller. No, that can’t be possible, she thinks with a shake of her head. She lets go and rubs her eyes, staring out the window in shock before looking down again. It’s definitely smaller. She utters a slight scream, choking back the noise before the blood elf wakes up. Oh shit, the blood elf! I can’t let her tell everyone else!

Thinking fast, she rolls the dainty elf up in the sheets like a meat roll and hastily dumps her outside, babbling something about how she’ll see her soon but she might be busy so don’t get her hopes up. The bewildered elf is left mostly naked, with bedhead, outside a locked door with no way of getting back in. She glumly wanders off to find her room, commencing the walk of shame. Back inside, the human girl’s having the breakdown of her life. She needs that weapon! Life is meaningless without it!

Waiting long enough that the blood elf should be gone, she tip toes over to her door and cracks it open to peek outside. No-one this way… and a male Tauren warrior that way! An idea begins to form inside her stressed little mind as her gaze locks on his gigantic, hulking weapon…

--

“What the f-” the Tauren begins, the human girl pushing him back into his room right as he was about to depart. “Right,” he sighs, “you can’t understand me.”

Being roughly twice her height and four times her weight, he graciously allows himself to be guided back into his room. The girl seems to be intent upon directing him back towards his bed, her eyes fixed on his… could he dare to hope? Is this really the kind of thing humans like?

She pushes him roughly onto the bed and immediately sets to work unbuckling his belt, sitting atop his muscular, barrel-thick thighs. Struggling with the weight of it initially, she successfully undoes the fastening and tosses it to the floor with a loud clattering thud, paying no heed to the noise. Her only focus is the thick, mouth-watering meat rapidly unfurling between the Tauren’s legs, his heavy balls bulging with seed.

For now, all she’s focused on is polishing his stiffening cock with her tongue, grasping it gently with both hands and slowly running her tongue along the underside. She carefully makes her way up, licking and kissing his cumvein until she reaches the flared tip.

“Oh, shit,” the young Tauren grunts through gritted teeth, feeling her tongue slide tantalizingly around the ring of flesh. “Y-you’re gonna make me-”

He groans in orgasm as the girl gasps, her pretty face immediately coated in alabaster spunk. Closing her eyes and opening her mouth, she begins roughly jacking the bull off until his legs are shaking with the pleasure, sending ropes and splurts of heavy cum all across her clothing, face, and hair, not to mention the wooden floor. Panting with exertion, the Tauren looks down at the human, who’s in the process of undoing her top.

--

The warrior seems to be trying to communicate something to her, but she doesn’t really pay attention. Her thoughts are full of his illustrious weapon, the size of which must surely be unprecedented among mortals, and her need to pay it proper doting respect. Anything less than utter worship is unthinkable. Her top falls away, baring her perfect pink breasts and jutting nipples to the bull. He gives a grunt of what must be approval, his eyes going wide.

Smiling, she stands and turns around, leaning forward arching her back to emphasize her bubble-butt, reaching down to give one cheek a teasing smack. Wiggling her booty, she slowly begins to drag her pants down, the top of her cheeks spilling over from the taut fabric. The dark pink flesh of her cute little pucker is barely visible between her buttcheeks, promising tightness enough to bring a man to his knees. Dropping further, the cloth threatens to expose the girl’s intimacy - and then she stops.

Stopping her striptease, the girl slowly turns and walks over to the tauren, the soft, barely-there hair of her nethers still peeking out above her pants, and halts in front of him.

“Talya,” she says, gesturing at herself from top to bottom. She takes his hand by the finger, gently guiding it to the glistening wetness between her legs. “Talya,” she purrs.

She grasps the bull’s wrist and begins rocking her hips gently, moaning softly as she rubs herself against the coarse ridges of his finger, her juices running down his palm. His mouth gapes in awe at the beautiful girl rubbing herself on his hand, but when she offers him a shy, blushing smile, his instincts win out over his stasis. With a shocked gasp and a giggle from the girl, he extends his hand and cups her between the legs, picking her up and tossing her onto the sheets. She immediately rolls over onto her front, obediently raising her ass and arching her back.

--

The smile she gives him when she looks back is something he’ll never forget. Not even bothering to align himself properly, his equine cock slaps against her tummy, provoking a pleased squeal and a light squeeze of her thighs before he withdraws. This time his aim is true, and they both groan in pleasure as she slowly stretches around him, his flare being swallowed further with every passing second. When he feels himself bump against the entrance to her womb, she gives a loud, lustful groan accompanied by a series of squeezes around his cock. So that’s how she likes it, huh?

Inexperienced though he may be, it’s not hard for Arroyo to figure out what she wants him to do. Drawing back his hips, he listens to Talya moan in pleasure, feeling her juices run down the length of his cock as his flare pulls back out, then slams back in. Talya’s reaction is immediate, crying out and burying her face in the bedsheets while she cums explosively, her pussy flexing and contracting around his dick. It’s all he can do to keep from cumming straight away, feeling the instinctive rolling of her hips as she tries to milk him.

“Fuck, you are gonna get it,” he pants, seizing her around her petite waist with his giant hands.

He begins to enthusiastically pound Talya’s pussy, each wet, slapping impact accompanied by her loud groans of pleasure, ratcheting up in volume until she’s practically screaming to all of Dalaran about how hard she’s being fucked. The bed rocks and shudders, the headboard slamming against the wall every time Arroyo’s cock bottoms out in Talya’s tiny pussy. She cries out in joy again and again, her orgasms lining up one after another as the bull plows her for everything she’s worth.

Finally, the spasming contractions of Talya’s pussy are too much for the bull to take. Picking her up, he slams the wriggling girl down on his shaft, ramming into her cunt balls-deep. She utters a tiny gasp of ecstasy, shudders once, twice, then begins uncontrollably shaking while impaled. Arroyo grunts as his hips work underneath her, bouncing her up and down while gouts and gouts of his cum spurt into her womb. Talya looks down in orgasmic wonder at the feeling, cupping her stomach and moaning

Arroyo can feel her cumming again and again around the thick base of his cock, her pussy tightening up and keeping all of his spunk sealed inside. All that escapes is a few dribbles of her juices, slowly rolling down the base of his dick. Arroyo cums for close to a minute, drowning Talya’s receptive womb in jizz. By the time he finishes, she looks like she’s already a few months pregnant with a bull-sized kid.

Arroyo collapses backwards onto the bed, gasping for air in the wake of his exertions. Lying on his muscular chest, Talya stretches her arms out behind her and pulls his head down to hers, nuzzling against him and moaning lightly. The two of them spend almost an hour just enjoying each other’s company, cuddling on the bed, before deciding to get dressed.

--

Afterwards, Talya and Arroyo sit in the Legerdemain lounge, having breakfast. Not knowing each other’s language, communication is still possible - Talya occasionally reaches over to brush some crumbs from the fur of Arroyo, who grunts thankfully. Being out in public, it’s not long before a local woman recognizes Talya. The two of them get to chatting, the Tauren casually drinking from a mug as the women natter in Common.

“Where is your weapon, Talya?” the woman asks, tilting her head quizzically.

“Right here,” Talya says proudly, grabbing the head of Arroyo’s cock through his pants, immediately making him loudly spit the contents of his mug out in a fine mist.

This is going to be a bumpy ride...

[profoundtigermentality]

Zenn Foulhoof bad end

As the newest druid on Teldrassil, you’ve shown great promise throughout your brief adventure. Moving on to greater things, you set out on foot to the village of Dolanaar. It’s there that you encounter him, on the side of the path.

“You! Night elf,” the strange creature calls, pointing at you. “Yes, you. Come over here, I need your help. Gods, you elves do everything so slowly.”

Embarrassed and a little hurt at his accusation, you draw closer to him until you’re standing close enough to see what the foul-mouthed creature is. He’s a satyr, a muscular man covered in tufts of shaggy fur whose legs end in hooves. As you approach, you note with some dismay that he smells awful. As a druid you’re well-versed with the outdoors, but there’s some value to be had in bathing. Even the wildest wolf will groom itself or swim in a river.

“How may I aid you?” you ask.

“Hmmm,” he says, scratching his chin while he eyes you up and down. “I need you to get me some materials from the local wildlife. Make it snappy,” he sneers.

“You would ask me, a druid, to kill the wildlife for materials?” you scoff. “I think not, satyr.”

“Fine. Get out of my face!” he roars, waving his arm like you’re a pesky gnat. You flinch at the sudden outburst, but you’re only too happy for the excuse to leave. There’s something about this man that makes you intensely uncomfortable - perhaps the way his eyes are roaming up and down your body…

You turn to leave, but before you’ve even taken a second step he calls out for you.

“Wait,” he begs, and you turn to see him wearing an expression of tortured regret. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that, and that wasn’t really what I wanted to ask you. I’ve just been on edge lately… I might be dying.”

“Dying?” you ask, concern creasing your brow. “What ails you? I see no wounds upon your body.”

“It’s heat,” he says, casting his head downwards dejectedly. “Satyrs die if they can’t find anyone to mate with.”

Is that true? Your mind reels. You know for a fact that this can occur in nature, but it’s usually only in females… and on top of that, satyrs are well-known to be tricksters... but he seems sincere… and if he isn’t lying, what will happen?! You could be responsible for the death of an innocent if you turn him away now!

“Elune guide me,” you sigh, looking around to see if anyone’s coming down the path. “Fine. Let’s get away from the road, then.”

“Right,” he says with a grin, slipping his arm around your waist and guiding you further into the trees. You try to convince yourself he’s happy because you’re helping him, rather than because he’s tricking you.

Safely concealed, you turn to lecture him about what you’ll do for him and gasp in shock. His loincloth, scarcely more than a few dirty rags, is tenting upwards. You watch in open-mouthed horror as he pulls it aside to reveal his swollen, bestial cock. Elune, there’s no way this monstrosity could be intended for breeding! It looks more like some kind of horrific tool to inflict suffering on whoever suffers the misfortune of a satyr’s wrath.

His bloated penis is thicker than your arm and almost as long. To make matters worse, the blunted tip flares outwards… getting it inside your pussy would be nigh impossible, not that you intend to let him do such a thing. On top of that, halfway down its length is a thick ridge of flesh, whereupon the thickness of it almost doubles! You can’t imagine what the purpose of that is, if not just to cause additional pain. Can taking that… thing… ever feel good?

“Well?” the satyr inquires, looking at you puzzledly. You realize you’ve just been staring at his penis for an awkward amount of time. “You said you’d help me, druid.”

I- er,” you stammer nervously, spreading your hands. “I-it’s, it’s different from what I expected…”

“Worried about the size?” he snorts. “Relax, you have to suck it first. Gods, you elves are useless. Get on your knees, silly girl.”

“S-suck..? Oh! Right!” You wipe sweat from your brow, relief palpably washing over you in waves. So pleased are you upon the realization that you won’t have to take that behemoth inside, you don’t even really come to terms with the fact he’s convinced you to suck his cock until you’re kneeling before it.

From down here, it’s even more intimidating - it towers over your head, and his musk is… strong, to say the least. You’ve gotten used to it a little, but there’s no denying it’s somewhat off-putting. At the base of his cock, you can see his balls swinging freely - dear Elune, they’re huge! Each one is probably just a bit bigger than if you clenched your fists together. He certainly must be a… ‘productive’ male of his species. Perhaps they’re swollen as a side effect of the heat?

“At least give it a lick or something,” the satyr sighs frustratedly. “Do I have to tell you to do everything?”

Right, you still have to actually get him off, and then you can leave. The faster he cums, the sooner you can get away from this disgusting creature. He said to start with a lick, so… you cautiously bring your pouty lips closer and let your tongue slip from between them. You shyly lick along the underside of his cock, tracing an angry-looking vein bulging outwards. You can hear him hiss in approval so he clearly likes what you’re doing, and if you’re honest, the taste isn’t so offensively bad as to put you off. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all?

Timidly reaching up with your hands, you find they can’t even wrap all the way around his massive cock. Still, he grunts in pleasure at your grip, so you give him a light squeeze and begin to slowly rub up and down as you lean in for another lick. This time you stretch upwards, slowly licking all the way up to his flared crown.

“Mmh, that’s good,” the satyr murmurs, watching you work his cock. “You enjoying the taste, girl?”

Your cheeks flush scarlet. It would be too mean to say it’s disgusting, but you don’t want to agree with him, either. The very notion that a satyr’s cock would taste good to you is demeaning. In the end you settle for saying nothing while blushing, a gesture the satyr mistakes for subservience.

“That’s right, elf. Lick the tip,” he commands.

You roll your eyes, but the better he feels, the sooner it’ll be over, right? Besides, you have to admit just a tiny bit of purely academic curiosity as to just how much cum he has in those gigantic balls of his. You begin to lick around the crown, noting the difference in taste while you idly stroke the swollen base of his dick.

“Oh, that’s more like it,” he grunts, looking down at you amusedly. “Take it in your mouth.”

“It’ll never fit,” you protest. “You’re far too big.”

“Just try it,” he sighs in exasperation. “This is good, but you’ll never get me off just licking and rubbing.”

Fine. If that’s how it is, you’ll at least give it a shot. Staring at the blunt flare head-on just makes it look all the more impossible, but you stretch your mouth open and try to take it in anyway.

“Mind the fucking teeth,” he hisses, his brow creasing.

Elune! You’re tempted to bite down just to pay this guy back for being an asshole. You’re just trying to help, and there’s a obvious size mismatch between his fat, veiny cock and your comparatively tiny mouth. Still, maybe there’s a better way to do this. You let your tongue loll out and suck the underside of his flare, pressing down on the top to try and squeeze it between your outstretched lips. It’s working!

You just barely manage to take the first inch inside and to your alarm, his flare immediately expands, spurting a rope of what must be precum across your tongue. It seems like getting him out of your mouth is going to be even harder than getting him in, and it’s not easy to swallow when your jaw is stretched wide. About all you can do is weakly wash your tongue from side to side around his crown.

“Oh fuck, that’s more like it,” he moans, jerking his hips.

You can’t tell if that was on purpose or an accident, but his cock slides a few inches further in. Either way, you need to get him off _now_ before this gets any worse. Your face aches with muscular fatigue and you can scarcely breathe, and the fact his cock is drooling warm, sticky precum down your throat is hardly helping. You begin to desperately masturbate his length with your hands, trying to hasten his orgasm.

If his muted grunts of pleasure are any indication, it’s working. You can feel - Elune forbid - his heavy cock begin to swell even further, hardening in your mouth until it feels like your lips are wrapped around a pulsating iron rod.

“Grrrr, FUCK!” He yells, seizing your head with both hands. You don’t even have time to flinch before he violently thrusts forward, fully impaling you on his throbbing cock. The flow of precum down your throat slows to a trickle, then he begins groaning orgasmically. Suddenly huge, sticky globs of filthy satyr seed begin pumping past your lips every couple of seconds, his cock flexing hard in your mouth with every bountiful splurt. The inside of your throat is immediately glazed white, his cum splattering against the back of it and rolling into your tummy.

You beat at him with your fists - how dare he use you as a sex toy when you’ve so graciously helped him up until this point?! Unfortunately, with a massive penis in your throat and tears streaming from your reddened eyes, you have a hard time mustering any strength.

“Glllk, glb! Gllgh! Glp! Glp! Glp... glp, glp, glp…”

Your ineffectual protests fade as you divert more and more attention to the torrential deluge of semen rushing down your bulging throat. It… it never ends. Your eyes begin to roll back in your head from lack of oxygen, but the flow of semen just doesn’t stop. Even with your ears full of the rushing of blood as you struggle to breathe, you can still hear splash after splash as his cum finds its way into your rapidly-filling stomach.

You feel a strange calmness descend over you as your hands fall by your sides, your mouth limply stretched around a fat, throbbing cock. Your muscles go slack, only further aiding the penetration of your throat. Your neck bulges obscenely, the outline of a pumping cumvein clearly visible from the outside. Your vision swims, then begins to darken, but you don’t even really notice. All you care about is the calming, soothing feeling of being filled to the brim with sticky, fertile sperm.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the satyr pulls you off his cock, catching you in the face with the last few squirts. You stare blankly as his warm seed coats your face, splattering across your visage and dripping onto your robes. Taking advantage of your state, he squeezes himself dry across your clothed breasts and wipes himself off with your hair. You feel his clawed hand affectionately pat your cheek, rousing you from your fucked-silly stupor.

“Thank you, druid,” he says, putting a hand on your shoulder before standing back up. “You’ve saved my life. Of course, heat for satyrs lasts for a few months, so come back tomorrow. I’m still in danger, but I can rest easy knowing you’ll save me.”

“O-oh… yes, of cour-blrbl...” you choke, unable to keep his semen down. Rivulets of bubbling spunk run down your already-stained face. You idly wipe a finger across your chin, and it comes away covered in pearlescent glaze. Nodding appreciatively, he makes to leave before calling back over his shoulder.

“Oh, and my name is Zenn. See you tomorrow, druid.”

He leaves you there on your knees, coated both inside and out in his sperm. Your belly bulges under your robes, full with Zenn’s cum. Even clothed, you look like you’re in the early days of pregnancy. Your throat is sore, your jaw aches, your eyes are still teary, your stomach is full of satyr spunk, and you’re absolutely coated in semen. But at least you saved a life… right?

There’s no way you can walk into Dolanaar looking like a… a slut. The added weight makes cat form a little ungainly, but it beats explaining the situation. You pad past the innkeeper and up to your room to rest, suddenly so fatigued that you don’t even think to shift back before you’re asleep. You fall unconscious to the sound of your gurgling tummy, an embarrassing reminder of how you were used.

When you awaken, your resolve is set. Even your capacity for good can be exceeded, and as far as you’re concerned, that was it. You’re not going back to Zenn. Ever.

--

“Hello,” you mumble lamely, unable to meet his eyes.

“Ah, my favourite elf,” Zenn declares, grinning viciously. “I almost thought you were going to leave me for dead! But you wouldn’t do that, would you?”

He slips a muscular arm around your waist, taking the opportunity to squeeze your ass hard enough that it stings. You move out of his embrace and look at him reproachfully, but he just laughs.

“Relax, elf. Your mouth suits me fine.”

Bristling a little, you’re about to reply when he takes his dick out and you forget what you were going to say. Zenn *really* doesn’t waste any time, and by Elune, you’d swear it was even bigger than yesterday. Did you really have this in your mouth - well, throat, really - last time? You hesitantly kneel in front of it and look up at him, waiting. He looks down at you, confused, then a look of realization dawns on his face.

“Are you waiting for me to tell you what to do?” he asks, half-laughing. “Elves… You don’t have to ask me for permission, girl. Just suck my cock.”

Fine, whatever. You don’t particularly like talking to this creature anyway. Still, you can’t help but gulp in nervousness just looking at his big, fat cock. You can only imagine how much of his sperm you’re going to have to suck down today, but no doubt you’ll be finding out soon. Seeing a bead of precum at his tip, you lean forward to lick it off lest it drop on your robes, earning a satisfied grunt for your efforts. Not that it matters to him, but you’re totally not doing it to make him happy - you just don’t want to have your clothes stained to the point of unwearability again.

Although you’d been dreading it, you find that this time slipping your lips around him and letting him fuck your gaping mouth is a lot easier, and less painful, too. You can’t help but feel surprised, and just a little bit ashamed, that you managed to get him inside you with such ease. Still, you have to admit as your cheeks flush scarlet, this is better than having it hurt. Between the slutty hollowing of your cheeks and the dextrous milking motions of your fingers, it’s not long before Zenn is groaning in ecstasy while he unloads into your throat.

Looking up at him as he vents his balls into your stomach, you can’t help but wonder if it really feels as good as it looks… you swallow down load after load just watching the satyr grit his teeth and grunt, until to your surprise there’s no more cum. You somehow managed to chug down every last warm spurt of ejaculate he had to give you, and wow does your tummy show it. Zenn snickers as he pulls out of your throat, brushing your hair out of your face.

“You’re a natural, you purple-skinned little tramp,” he sneers, stuffing his prick back behind his loincloth. “Wouldn’t be surprised to find you in the stables. Fuck if you don’t do that well, though.”

“I’m not like that,” you protest, but he just laughs. He doesn’t believe you, and worse yet, after today, you’re not sure you believe yourself. It’s hard to keep sight of the fact you’re doing this to save a life…

Either way, Zenn is gone before you can continue, leaving you to ruminate in your thoughts. From the outside looking in this would look like madness, but even knowing why you’re doing what you’re doing, it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth that has nothing to do with licking up Zenn’s cum. If you’re doing such a massive favor for him, shouldn’t he be repaying you somehow? It would only be fair, wouldn’t it? You’re tired of being left with a full stomach and nothing to show for it.

--

The next day when you’ve knelt before him and dutifully swallowed his bountiful load, you reach out and grasp his furred leg before he leaves. The look he gives you when he turns back is akin to that of a wolf cornering its prey, but you try not to pay attention to that.

“I-I want something back,” you stammer uncertainly, trying to command as much respect as you can with your stomach swollen with sperm and your mouth still dripping.

“Really,” Zenn says, not unkindly. “And what might that be?”

“You… I want you to make me feel good too,” you say, blushing as you finally admit it.

“Oh, I thought you’d never ask,” Zenn says, grinning. “You elves, always so uptight and haughty. It’s a wonder you aren’t the ones dying of heat. Maybe you’ll even enjoy yourself for once.”

He takes a seat right behind you, his legs splayed out on either side of yours. Pulling you back slightly, he sets you reclined against his muscular chest. You have to admit, resting against him like this is really quite comfortable… your tummy is filled with warmth, its weight making you lethargic, and you’re more than willing to let him do what he wants.

He hikes your robe up, exposing you embarrassingly. Were a passerby to look this way, they would no doubt see your underwear. Still, you stay silent in the hopes Zenn is as good as his word. He grunts as he slides a finger down your panties. You gasp in shock, your hips involuntarily bucking against him before you manage to get control of yourself.

“You,” you pant, more surprised than distressed. “What are you doing?”

“Making you feel good,” he murmurs disinterestedly. “Thought that was what you wanted, elf.”

The next two minutes of your life are some of the most eye-opening, toe-curling, and breathtaking moments you will ever have. You throw your head back and cry out in pure, womanly bliss, your hips rolling with his finger as it gently rubs your clit. Your legs shake, your back arches, you thrust your chest forward and look up at him with half-lidded eyes. For as long as he’s touching you, this man is your god.

“Oh, you’re a squirter,” he notes. You don’t even notice he’s talking.

By the time he’s done making you sing, you’re a wreck. The moment he stands, you flop onto your back with your legs spread, still quivering with your panties pulled halfway down your thigh. You watch him wide-eyed as he leaves, some new, alien feeling blossoming in the pit of your tummy. It only grows stronger the further away he gets, and when he’s gone the feeling consumes you like a raging inferno. You want more. No, you need more.

Upon returning to the inn, you spend the night finger-fucking yourself to endless peaks, panting and gasping, images of Zenn flashing through your mind every time your pussy flexes and shudders. When you’re finally spent, the only thought in your fevered mind is that it was better when he did it… much better. You fall asleep with your limbs splayed everywhere and your thighs still covered in sticky girlcum. When you awaken, the first thing you do is seek out Zenn.

Kneeling before him, you’re determined to blow his fucking mind. Anything to entice him into making you feel that good again. You don’t even wait for him to move his loincloth aside, grabbing the spongy flesh of his half-erect cock and jerking it to hardness before you wrap your lips around it. Once you get it inside you, you let him spurt some salty precum across your tongue, licking it up and hollowing your cheeks to suck on his slit before you take it in your throat. Bobbing your head up and down, your neck bulges outwards with every penetration until you’ve taken him so deeply the bump of his flare disappears completely. He grunts in pleasure, slowly moving his hips forward until you find your face pressed against his midriff. You look up at him defiantly, your eyes watering with the effort, and swallow hard.

“Hunh,” he growls, putting a clawed hand around the back of your head. “Underestimated you, elf. You need a mate.”

With the thud of pumping blood rushing through your ears, you can hardly make out what he’s saying, but you think he mentioned mating. You close your eyes and reach out with your hands, gently cupping his massive balls and marvelling at their size. You can’t even fit your hands around them they’re so full. Squeezing them gently, you feel them pull taut in your grip… they’re pulsating with need. He’s about to cum!

You put your hands on Zenn’s butt and pull yourself forward, impaling yourself on his cock as deep as you can go when you feel him shudder, his abs tightening against your face. Finally, you feel the first gigantic load slip past your lips and trace down your neck to be deposited in your tummy. Then another, and another, and suddenly, to your surprise, you feel yourself beginning to cum. Your eyes fly open at the sensation, and you find yourself looking up into Zenn’s hazy green irises.

You can scarcely hide your shock as he watches you, grinning, as his cum slowly slides down your throat. Your hips begin to rock like you’re being fucked, your pussy squeezing around a cock that isn’t there, trying desperately to milk it. You soak your panties through in an instant, orgasming explosively while you chug down load after load of warm, sticky cum under Zenn’s smug gaze. Eyes rolling back in your head, you feel a slight distaste for his expression even as you gulp down his seed. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you, the power he has over you. It feels so good that you don’t care, though.

You squeeze your legs together and moan into his throbbing cock, sedatedly riding out your orgasm while you look up at Zenn in adoration. You could get used to this…

He lets you suck down and swallow the last of his loads, his lusts sated. Pulling his prick from your mouth, he holds it in front of you in an unspoken request. You lean forward and lick the tip, sucking the last bits of cum out from his slit and cleaning his flare. Satisfied, he tucks it back beneath his loincloth. Your disappointment is apparently palpable, because Zenn snickers at your expression.

“Hoping for more, elf? Well, too bad. Getting you off with my fingers is boring.” He stops for a moment, looking down at you, then grins. “Unless you want to try something new.”

You’re pretty sure what that entails. You hesitate for a moment before shaking your head, but instead of being disappointed, Zenn only laughs.

“We’ll see what you think about it tomorrow, elf. See you then.”

--

That night, you don’t bother masturbating. As good as it feels, getting off with your own fingers is just… missing something. There’s something enthralling, something intoxicating about being made to cum, having it forced upon you. Yes… to cum by yourself would be a waste. It would be better if Zenn was the one doing it - just thinking of him makes you want it. Maybe just once before you sleep…

Morning finds you adorning your robes with particular care, making sure nothing is amiss. You don’t even really take conscious note of the way you inspect yourself in the mirror, brushing your hair and adjusting your posture to accentuate your bust and ass. If only you had something fancier to wear. Then again, Zenn probably wouldn’t even notice. He’s only interested in what’s under your clothes, after all. Or your mouth. You lean into the mirror and pout, showing off your fine, plump lips. Perfect for wrapping around a big, fat, satyr cock. You let your tongue play out of your mouth and think about washing it over his bulging cumsacks before you pull it back in. There’ll be enough time for that later.

When you see him again, the two of you don’t even exchange words. Your cheeks heat up a little with the thrill of submission as you discard your robe completely, presenting yourself to Zenn in your full-bodied entirety. Your luscious lips, plump breasts, taut stomach, and the lovely little delta of white fuzz leading to your tight little pussy. You give him a shy smile before kneeling at his feet, feeling a little warm tingle of pride blooming in your stomach when you find his cock already hardening after your show. He does like it.

You’ve hardly started suckling on his tip before he stops you.

“Lie down,” he grunts. Excitement courses through your body - is he going to finally fuck your pussy?!

It doesn’t look like he is, though. As you invitingly spread your legs and lay on your back, he positions himself above you and kneels down, his knees thudding into the grass on either side of your head. Such are the size of his musky balls that they hang over your mouth like two delicious, succulent…

You gently grasp one with your hands and lower it into your well-trained mouth, enjoying Zenn’s grunt of approval as you start hollowing your cheeks, sucking his balls as if you were born to. You’d smile in happiness if you could; you can feel the virile cum surging in his testes, just waiting to be roughly fucked into your stomach. Just the thought of it sets your tummy aflutter, gurgling happily in anticipation of being swollen full.

After a few minutes of thoroughly sucking Zenn’s nuts until they’re soaked in your saliva and just bulging with seed, he turns around and begins to lower his hard, dribbling cock towards your lips. You hold them open in the largest, sluttiest ‘O’ you can, and he accepts your invitation. Lying atop you, he begins to hump your face, his flare pushing into the recesses of your throat almost immediately. You swallow as often as you can to aid his penetration, and soon enough he’s almost balls-deep in you.

Your gag reflex instinctually suppressed by the massive cock stuffing your throat, Zenn’s free to fuck your gullet like it’s a pussy. You actually moan into his balls at the sensation, feeling his fat cock flex and pulse in your warm wetness of your throat. Just having him take you so utterly is enough to set your legs shaking a little, suffering a miniature orgasm every time his balls slap against your nose. Your clit throbs with need, but he’s not interested in getting you off and you know it. You grip his muscular haunches as he bucks, fucking your face with the reckless abandon of one who cares not for their partner.

You revel in it. Eagerly gulping down the plentiful precum he spews down your gullet, you can feel him getting closer and closer to cumming, and it’s going to be huge. He begins to grunt, his hips quivering in anticipation. You push yourself into him as much as possible, pressing your nose against his churning nuts, and he finally lets go. You gurgle in pleasure as you feel a deluge of hot, sticky spunk begin to pump down his iron-hard cock, his cumvein bulging outwards as it works overtime to dump a barrelful of semen between your lips.

Your eyelids flutter in slutty joy as you finally feel his release, his groans of pleasure like music to your elven ears. Firmly holding you down, he hilts himself balls-deep in your face over and over, each penetration accompanied by a massive, throbbing load of cum from his flare. It shoots straight into your receptive stomach, noisily swelling it outwards. Feeling his cum filling you, you suffer an oxygen-deprived orgasm of your own, your hips bucking and jerking weakly under him. The longer he keeps you down and placidly chugging his jizz, the more your vision begins to swim, until you begin to slowly pass out. The last thing you feel before you fall unconscious is Zenn’s flare pushing through your throat again.

You’re awakened by a stinging sensation across your cheek. You moan lightly as your senses return, then you feel it across your other cheek. Gasping in shock, you open your eyes to find Zenn slapping you awake with his still-dripping cock. He looks down at you expectantly, and you find yourself instinctively sitting up to clean his prick. The moment you move, though, a dribble of spunk slips from between your lips - then a rivulet, and suddenly heavy cum begins to pour from your mouth onto your tits. Though you did your best, the amount of it just wasn’t meant to be handled by delicate elven bodies… not without some modification, anyway.

Try as you might to keep your master’s cum inside you, most of it ends up splattered on your breasts, your jutting nipples glazed in spunk. Zenn doesn’t seem to mind, though, apparently approving of the look if his expression is any indicator.

“Turn over and spread your legs, slut,” he snarls, lifting one of your legs with a cloven hoof.

You eagerly roll onto your still-pudgy stomach and spread your legs as far as you possibly can, exposing your glistening sex to the satyr. He immediately jams two fingers up your pussy, making you squeal in both pain and girlish joy. He’s finally doing it… you thrust back into him as best you can, earning a couple of thrills of pleasure before he pulls them back out. Moaning in disappointment but still eager to see what he’ll do to you next, you peek back at him.

He kneels behind you, cock in hand, and sees you wiggling your butt enticingly. Raising his hand, he brings it down with a loud slap on your ass, making you cry out and leaving a stinging red welt.

“That hurt,” you mumble, biting your lip and trying not to whimper.

“Good, you dumb slut,” he grunts, cruelly slapping the other cheek too. “Hold yourself still so I can get my cock inside.”

Determined to not cry like the little bitch he’s making you feel like, you fight your instincts and obediently hold yourself still, lithe elven legs spread so wide you’re almost doing the splits. You feel the heavy bulk of Zenn’s prick slide between your buttcheeks, drooling precum down your puckered asshole, some of it running tantalizingly down your labia.

There’s a moment of tension in the air as Zenn lines himself up with your sopping-wet fuckhole, then you feel the blunt, swollen flare push against you. Oh, it hurts! You grit your teeth and pant, feeling the bloated head of his cock slowly tease your folds apart and then stretch them to lengths that shouldn’t be possible.

“Uh! Uhhhgh, oh, fuck,” you breathe, trying your best to accommodate his girth. “Uhhh- AAH!”

You let out a high-pitched scream of agony and bliss as your tortured pussy finally acquiesces, swallowing his fat cock whole and allowing him into the most intimate depths of your body.

“Finally,” he grunts, putting two giant hands around your hips. “You little fucking cocksleeve.”

He starts fucking very un-ladylike grunts and groans out of you, sounds more befitting of a breeding sow in heat than a noble night elf. You can’t help it, though - it feels so good to let him hear what he’s doing to you, what kind of an effect his massive, throbbing cock is having on your mind. You never knew until you met Zenn, but this is your true nature; that of a writhing, gasping slut, and you’ll repay him the only way you know how.

“That’s more like it,” he sneers, feeling you flex and tighten your pussy walls around his dick. “Thought for a moment you were going to make me do all the work.”

“N-no, I- Ah! Oh! Oh! I would never- Oohh! Zenn! Zennnn!”

The moment you feel his big, fat, domineering cock tightly pressed against your womb, you know your old life is over. You will never, ever be able to live without this feeling, this ecstasy. Zenn cares not for your revelation, though, and only continues to pound you harder when he feels your cervix kissing his prick. He roughly yanks your arms upward until you’re sitting upright, your naked breasts bouncing up and down as he fucks you as deep as possible.

You can’t. stop. cumming. Every savage thrust into your overfull cunt is like a spear right through your brain, shuttering all thought save for mindless pleasure. You’re almost crying with joy, and the expression on your face, under your druidic markings, is one of rapturous ecstasy. When you feel Zenn’s heartbeat in your womb through the pulsing of his cock, you realize: you’re in love. That’s what this feeling is; you’d never known. He rides you all throughout your never-ending orgasm, getting closer and closer himself until he roughly turns you around and slams you down on your back.

You scream in utter delight as he brutally hilts himself inside you, grinding into your pelvis and stretching your tortured pussy wide enough to swallow his thick, pulsating base. He roars in dominance as he cums inside you, the fat tip of his flare pushed right up against your womb. You’re instantly filled with the blissful sensation of warmth - his warmth, as his semen begins to spurt, spray, then hose into your defenseless womb. Each body-wrenching thrust of his sends orgasmic shivers down your spine, your back arching and shaky legs trying to lift yourself into his cock.

He keeps you pinned down and immobile like a good cumdump should be, thrusting away with no care whatsoever as to your receptiveness. All he cares about is emptying his gigantic balls of their seed, and you’re more than happy to let him do so inside you. You croon, gasp, and sigh seductively as you feel each massive wad of satyr semen splatter into your womb, sticking to its walls. You’d scream to the high heavens in orgasm yourself if Zenn wasn’t fucking you so hard you could hardly breathe, and besides, you doubt he cares if you cum or not.

You’re filled with an intense gratitude for this man, this beast, this… conqueror, who’s made you his. The only one to show you the earthly pleasures this world has to offer, and to think he was so close to your home. As he growls, pushing your legs behind your head and crushing your little pussy with the force of his thrusts, all you can think of is how best to please him tomorrow. You can already feel your womb swelling with his jizz, and he’s showing no signs of stopping - you can’t help but lick your lips in anticipation. What a fucking animal! He’s earned the right to stuff your cunt full of his sperm, to make you his cumdump fuckdoll.

Your legs shake and your hips jerk continuously as he fucks one orgasm after another out of you, never pausing or stopping, displaying the dominant endurance that made you his bitch in the first place. You gaze up at him lovingly, watching the sweat roll down his muscular chest and abs with your mouth hanging open in adoration. Surely, with so much of his cum inside you, you’ll be a mother soon… you could be Zenn’s wife, even. You weakly curl your legs around him, digging your heels into his lower back, trying to keep him inside you, trying to make sure all of his jizz stays in your womb. He notices.

“Stay still and I’ll make sure you get what you want, you fertile slut,” he snarls, heavy balls slapping against your ass. “A whole litter of runts for that little elf womb of yours.”

“Yes,” you gasp, eyes rolling back in your head. “Please. Give me your children, I lo- ooooh! Oh! Oh, gods! Don’t stop!”

--

Months later…

The sound of slick, wet slaps resound across the grassy knolls of the Oracle Glade, heard only by incurious spiders and the native wildlife. The desperate, wailing cries of what sounds like a Night Elf in distress are more interesting to them, but few ever find the source. Were they to explore, they might find a very heavily pregnant night elf druid, her milk-swollen breasts swaying to and fro as she gets her spasming cunt plugged over and over by a grunting, hulking beast of a satyr, the blunt outline of his flared cock clearly visible on her stuffed-full stomach. Under closer inspection, she has multiple golden piercings, too. Two thick ones speared through her lewd, jutting nipples, a decorative stud in her tummy, and a ring through her nose, befitting of her status.

She pays no attention to her surroundings, focused wholly on the feeling of being plowed from behind, her face being degradingly dragged along in the mud with every thrust. She doesn’t seem to mind, though, if the orgasmic ecstasy written all over her face is any indication. Her hands grip and pull at the ground, tearing blades of grass away every time the satyr’s massive balls slap hard against her reddened, dripping pussy. Each of her holes drips spunk, testament to both the satyr’s virility and how well-ridden the slutty elf is.

For the satyr’s part, he doesn’t seem to care about his partner beyond getting off in her guts as deep and as many times as possible. Every time he blows a load inside her, further swelling her tummy outwards, he picks another position and hole to fuck. The way he uses her, she looks like little more than a ragged fuckdoll, the only purpose of her orifices to gulp down warm mouthfuls of seed. His final orgasm comes after he lifts her fully into the air and slams her down on his cock, gouts of his and her cum spraying from her overfull cunt.

Unceremoniously dumping her in the grass, the satisfied satyr leaves the elf to her own devices for the time being. Her eyes vacant and glassy, she spreads her still-shaking legs and masturbates, plunging her fingers deep into her abused pussy, alternating between fucking herself and tasting his cum. No doubt after she delivers, the satyr will work on filling her right back up. It’s not long before he returns, picking her up and carefully slinging the giggling elf over his shoulder to carry her back into a cave, whereupon the lewd sounds soon recommence.

                                                   BAD END

[profoundtigermentality]

Service

She comes by Astranaar every few weeks, and the routine never changes. The sentinels allow her free passage, their warlike nature falling to the wayside in the face of absolute power. Clad in her armor imbued with the power of gods and wielding the Ashbringer itself, there’s an instinctive understanding among the inhabitants of the village that there would be no point in fighting. She could burn the place to the ground if she so desired. Tying her blood knight’s charger to a post, she ignores the baleful glances of the guards and strides purposefully into the inn.

That’s where she finds you, bent over and intently working on enchanting some leather. You don’t even pay attention to the eerie silence that’s descended over the inn, and it’s not until she walks right up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist possessively that you notice her presence.

“Oh!” You cry out in surprise, standing back up.

“Alisha, my crown jewel,” the elf purrs in your ear. “How I have missed you so.”

“L-Lyriel,” you moan, feeling her dainty hand surreptitiously slide up your robe. “I didn’t know you had returned…”

“I was owed a favor by a mage,” Lyriel says, humming cheerily as she dutifully inspects - by hand - the curves of your body. “What better way to spend my time than with my lover?”

She spins you around to face her, smiling broadly as she puts out her hand.

“Come, let us retire,” she says, entwining her fingers with yours when you take her hand. “I desire to have you, and I care not for the gazes of your companions.”

The townsfolk avert their eyes as you follow her upstairs, as if they can avoid the uncomfortableness of the situation if they just don’t acknowledge it. Regardless, you think with a blush while you ascend, it’s not like they won’t be able to hear you. Lyriel has a way of inspiring you to be very… vocal. It’s just who she is.

You first encountered Lyriel in the woods of Ashenvale, gathering herbs for supplies. With so many Orcs roaming the forest the presence of the Horde was hardly surprising, but to see a lone Blood Elf took you off-guard. You fought tooth and nail, but in the end, she bested you. You were bravely prepared for death, but the last thing you expected was for the beautiful girl to kneel atop you and discard her arms - or her prodigious gift. You remember your first kiss from Lyriel like it was yesterday; the sweat of her efforts in battle making her lips slightly salty, and her vibrant green eyes half-lidded as she took her fill of you.

“What secrets are you keeping from me, Alisha?” Lyriel wonders, startling you from your reverie.

“I… I was reminiscing,” you confess, “about the first time we met.”

“Ah, yes,” she smiles, pushing the door to your room open as she recalls. “A day I will never forget. So inspired was I by your beauty in battle that I had to make you mine.”

Once inside, she begins taking off her armor, letting the heavy plate fall to the floor with a thud. Standing before you in her underwear, you can’t help but be slightly jealous at her figure. Lyriel somehow manages to be both impossibly thin and well-endowed, the swell of her breasts taxing the fabric of her ornate red bra.

“Do you like what you see, Alisha?” she asks with a smile, cocking her hip without a hint of embarrassment. “So enchanted that you’ve forgotten to remove your robes. Let me aid you, my love.”

Hips swaying, she stalks over and begins disrobing you. Removing your top, the dominant woman stops to drink in the view.

“You are every bit as beautiful as the day we met,” she murmurs in approval before continuing.

Taking your back and pressing herself against you, you can feel the points of her erect nipples jutting against you… and the hardness of her cock between your buttocks. She removes the rest of your clothing in silence before tossing her underwear to the floor.

“Perhaps you’d like to take care of this before we get to the bed,” she whispers seductively, rubbing herself between your cheeks.

You turn and, placing some clothing beneath yourself, get on your knees in front of her. You’re treated to the sight of Lyriel’s full, proudly erect length and the two orbs hanging below it. It twitches under your gaze, proof of her eagerness.

“Oh, yes,” she sighs, looking down at you happily as you reach out. “Let it never be said that night elves don’t know how to have fun.”

The day of your meeting, she took you more like a beast than a woman. Today, you get to pay her service. You have to admit, there’s a certain satisfaction to knowing your place. To stand at Lyriel’s side, to worship her cock with your tongue, or to writhe in ecstasy underneath her, all of them bring you joy. For now, though, you’ll settle for the second and third.

Closing your eyes, you take her shaft in hand and gently slide it between your lips, eliciting a moan from Lyriel. Elune, you can hardly fit her in your mouth. You’ve always wondered how she manages to keep this hidden, but you suppose it doesn’t matter; you’re the only one who gets to suck it. You reach down and gently caress her balls, marvelling at how heavy they are in your hands. With Lyriel having abstained for the past few weeks, no doubt they’re just full to the brim with warm, sticky cum. You give her an encouraging squeeze before letting go, returning your attentions to her prick.

You wash your tongue over the pliant crown, taking care to lick the ridges of her tip. Lyriel makes cute little noises of desire every time you trace over her most sensitive spots, which by now you know intimately. You deliberately avoid focusing on one spot for too long, licking and sucking all over her cock until precum begins to flow freely. You lap it up and savor her taste, reminding yourself that the privilege of swallowing her cum is exclusively yours. It’s not long before she runs a hand through your hair, making you look upwards.

“Alright, you lusty little succubus,” she says with a smile, her cheeks pink and her bosom heaving. “I think you have tormented me more than enough by now.”

You reply by way of kissing the tip of her cock, slipping your tongue out one last time to drool down her shaft for lube. Letting your hand rub her underside as you stand, you make your way to the bed and lie on your stomach. Lyriel is on top of you instantly, breathing hard in your ear. She slides a hand around to your cheek, letting you suckle a finger.

“Oh, Alisha,” she whispers, shifting her hips atop you as she aligns her fat cock with your pussy. “I a’m going to make you sing.”

You moan low and loud when you feel the head of her cock pushing insistently at your entrance, forcing your glistening walls to part. Lyriel sinks herself halfway inside you with one thrust, groaning in pleasure. You can feel her struggling to hold herself back, trying to make it last for the sake of intimacy, and reach back to stroke her cheek.

“I will still be here for you in an hour, Lyriel,” you whisper. “Just let it go.”

Your words transform her, turning the beautiful, elegant blood elf into little more than a breed-hungry animal looking to fuck. She lifts your hips and pushes your head into the sheets, drawing her hips back and then sheathing herself balls-deep in your cunt. You can’t help but scream in desire into the bed, your back arching instinctively when you feel her pressing at your womb. She begins pumping you wildly, each slap of her balls against your plump butt accompanied by a pleasured moan from deep in your throat.

“Oh fuck, I missed you so much,” she pants raggedly, not stopping thrusting for even a moment. “Every lull, every dull moment, every night I imagined taking you again and again. Fucking you until you were screaming my name.”

Your abs tighten and flex as she continues hammering your pussy, your juices beginning to run down your shaking thighs. You bask in the rough treatment, knowing your impending orgasm is going to feel all the more rewarding when it’s alongside Lyriel’s balls emptying into your womb. You begin to gasp and cry out, climbing the peak of pleasure, and when your pussy begins to contract around Lyriel’s cock it’s too much for her to bear.

She screams in release and sinks her iron-hard cock as deep as she can, grinding her hips into your ass. For a moment all you can feel is her swollen prick pushing against your cervix, then she groans and you can feel her cum begin to spurt into you. You gasp when you feel fat, heavy ropes of fertile jizz start to splatter into your womb, warming your insides.

“Oh, god,” she pants, gritting her teeth. “Ohhh, fuuuuck- uh! God, yes! Nnnngh!”

Lyriel grunts, pants, and moans at length as she vents her balls into your waiting womb, shivering and shaking while she cums her brains out. You lie there and take it, enjoying her orgasm every bit as much as your own, if not more. The honest way she expresses her pleasure just makes you want to make her cum again and again, letting her use you to bust a nut. You moan in satisfaction when she finally finishes, wriggling your hips and squeezing your pussy around her cock to eke out the last few ropes of jizz.

“Oh, god, you sexy bitch,” Lyriel groans, giving you a few more thrusts for good measure. “I love the way you do that.”

She lets you finish working out the rest of her cum and begins to slowly withdraw, sighing in pleasure when she slips free. A deluge of her seed follows, pouring out of your contracting cunt and spilling down your legs. Taken by desire, Lyriel plunges two fingers into your inviting pussy and rubs you, making your thighs quiver and your toes curl as you moan. They come out covered in seed, and she brings them around to your lips. You don’t hesitate to suck them clean and swallow.

“Mmm, good girl, Alisha,” Lyriel murmurs, dismounting and lightly swatting your butt. “Now clean me properly.”

You turn over and let her mount you, her knees on either side of your face as you take her wet cock between your lips. It slides in with no resistance, covered in your juice and her seed as it is, and you suck hard on the tip.

“Just like that,” Lyriel moans, running her hands through your hair. “Juuust like that…”

She slowly gets deeper and deeper until you’ve gone from cleaning her cock to being throatfucked, and you’re loving it. In fact, you’re close to cumming again yourself. You can see her throw her head back in pleasure every time her big, fat dick plunges down the passage of your throat. You swallow every time she thrusts just to tighten up around her, playing the part of her bitch perfectly.

“Good girl,” she pants, squeezing your tits fiercely. “Time for your reward!”

With your nose pressed right up against her stomach, you can feel her abs pushing and flexing when she cums. With a muted groan of release, she topples over on top of you and begins humping your mouth on instinct. Her hips jerk and buck as her seed sprays down your throat, and that’s all it takes to push you over the edge. You spread your legs and moan sluttily into Lyriel’s cock, pussy convulsing and contracting, dribbling warm spunk from when she stuffed you full.

Lyriel’s too entranced by the contours of your throat wrapping around her dick to even notice your orgasm, making very un-ladylike grunts and groans as you readily swallow her jizz. She pulls back and sighs in satisfaction, holding her still-erect cock above your mouth and jerking off. You hold your tongue out as her semen spatters across your visage indiscriminately, covering you in glaze. By the time she finishes, half your face is coated in her.

“You look beautiful. Wear it proudly,” she says, red-faced and smiling, “and turn back over, my lovely night elf. We are not even close to being done.”

You obediently turn over and hold your plump ass high, ensuring easy access for your lover. Your moaning takes on a high note when she bends down and licks your asshole, tongue pushing into your recesses. She tonguefucks you for what seems like an eternity, until it feels like you might cum from this alone, then pulls away and roughly jams her fingers in. You groan as she stretches you out, testing your asshole’s pliability, then pulls out. Your pucker is left winking at her invitingly, trying to close up, but Lyriel isn’t the type to wait.

You scream a little when she thrusts her cock inside, digging at you with rolling bucks of her hips. Clawing at the sheets until your knuckles turn white, you alternate between taking deep breaths and moaning in a mixture of agony and joy, Lyriel’s cock stretching your ass out. You can hear her moaning behind you, revelling in how tight your ass is - she’s the only one who gets to fuck it, after all.

“I’m gonna get aaaall the way in this time, Alisha,” she pants, smacking your ass. “I hope you’re ready for it.”

This time you scream so loud there’s no doubt the entire inn can hear you, and you don’t care. Let them imagine you climaxing on Lyriel’s rod again and again, writhing in ecstasy and screaming her name. You know for a fact that more than one of them wishes it was them in your place, getting fucked by a beautiful blood elf until you’re leaking cum from every hole. Just for them, you scream her name every time she fucks your ass balls-deep.

“Ooh, I like it,” Lyriel growls, balls slapping against your sensitive pussy with every thrust. “You’re just a little slutty elf bitch, aren’t you? Whose slut are you?”

“Yours,” you moan, feeling her prick exploring your insides, throbbing with need.

She bends down to whisper in your ear. “Scream it for me.”

“Yours!” You scream hoarsely. “I’m your night elf slut!”

She rewards you by taking your hips in a vice grip and slamming into you so hard you cum on the spot, your pussy spraying her balls with femjuice. Her own orgasm isn’t far behind, her grunts and groans accompanying hot splurts of cum into your guts. You can feel her cock flexing inside you, dumping wads of cum into your depths with every shiver. You’re wrapped so tightly around her engorged cock that you think you can feel her pulse through it, and that feels perfectly natural to you - like you belong here, on the end of Lyriel’s prick.

Her lust finally sated, Lyriel sighs as she pushes you down and lies atop you, snuggling you tight with her half-hard cock still inside.

“Haaaa, that was nice,” she murmurs in your ear, softly kissing the back of your neck. “Mm. I love you so much, Alisha.”

“I love you too, Lyriel,” you say, smiling tiredly.

“Are you sure that isn’t because I fuck your little pussy like a tiger?” she asks innocently, lightly stroking a finger across your back.

“Oh, maybe,” you say, as if the thought has just occurred to you. “That does sound familiar.”

“Aw,” Lyriel laughs, mussing your hair.

“Can a woman not love both?” you sigh, acting distressed. “I enjoy your company *and* the feeling of your big, fat cock pushing up against my womb.”

“Ooh,” Lyriel murmurs, shifting slightly. “I don’t think we’re getting out of bed any time soon.”

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A few hours later, Lyriel withdraws from your swollen, abused pussy with a delicate sigh. You’re a fucking mess. Not only does she have litres of cum stuffed deep in every orifice you have to give her, but your skin is covered in a thick glaze of blood elf semen too.

“Oh, Elune,” you groan, lying spreadeagle on the bed and just feeling her cum slowly drip from your holes. “I’m going to end up pregnant at this rate.”

“Oh, I know,” Lyriel says breezily, relaxing on the bed. “I’m going to fuck you until you are, and we’re not stopping there, either.”

“You want children?” you ask, somewhat taken aback.

“Oh yes, lots,” she replies, smiling at you. “Who better to be the mother of my children than you, Alisha?”

While you’re processing that, Lyriel sighs and stands, bouncing up off the bed. She looks back at you with a deep sadness in her eyes. “I have to leave.”

“I know,” you shush her, standing to embrace her. “I know.”

“Sorry,” she whispers, leaning into you. You kiss the top of her head and hug her, running your hands through her golden locks and making soothing noises. It’s easy to forget that Lyriel is hundreds of years younger than you are, a bright and joyous soul unused to the pains of life. You can only pray she remains this way forever, though no doubt there are things she hasn’t told you about the war she fights. All in good time.

You calm her down and get her dressed, strapping her plate armor back on, albeit with a slight struggle to get her breastplate on. The melancholy elf looks to be wilting, the sight of her downcast expression hurting your heart. You lovingly caress her cheek, cupping her face and turning her gaze up towards you.

“Lyriel, I will still be here and I will still love you when you return,” you say, smiling at her. “I don’t want you to go either, but I will be strong for you. And I want you to be strong for me.” You tease her a bit by stretching her cheeks, making her look like a silly child. “Okay?”

“Ohay,” she mumbles, before you pull her cheeks a bit more. “Ohay! Okay, okay, I get it.”

“Good,” you say, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “I don’t want to see you leave looking like I’ve died.”

“Don’t say that,” she gasps, her face blanching. “I don’t think I’d be able to keep on living.”

“You must, Lyriel,” you tell her, gazing deeply into her eyes. “You are so young. If I am gone, you still-”

Lyriel clamps a hand over your mouth and shakes her head.

“I won’t hear of such things, Alisha. Please.”

You sigh internally. It’s true that barring a horrible accident or act of war, it’s probably not worth worrying her about your death. But you are in Ashenvale, after all… acts of war are not so uncommon. Still, if she doesn’t want to hear it, there’s no point in worrying her before she leaves.

“Fine,” you say, pulling her hand away and kissing her lightly on the lips. “I hope you return in good health, Lyriel.”

She hugs you tight, plate mail and all, burying her face in your bosom. You let her take her solace in you, rubbing her head like you would a child. Finally, she takes a deep breath and stands, looking you in the eye.

“I will be back for you, Alisha,” she says solemnly. “I swear it.”

“I know, Lyriel.” You smile, hoping to Elune that her words hold true. “Farewell upon your journey.”

She leans in to give you a kiss, and then she’s gone. You sit on your bed for a few minutes and look around. Was it always this empty and dull? Shaking your head, you decide to rejoin civilization at large by going downstairs. Nothing like work to clear your head. Ignoring the stares of onlookers, you bend back down over your leather and concentrate. Soon enough, you’re joined by one of your friends, Laelryth.

“Sounded like you were having fun, Alisha” she teases.

“Oh yes,” you reply, smiling fondly. “She is quite the generous lover.”

“Yes, I could tell,” she replies innocently, fluttering her eyelashes. “As could half of Kalimdor.”

You blush slightly at the implication, but don’t let her good-hearted ribbing distract you. Your mind is elsewhere, your focus on enchanting warring with your worry for Lyriel. You put up a brave front, but you don’t really know what you’d do if she… if she stopped coming here. You would probably never even find out if she died, just another anonymous hero face-down in the mud, like so many before her. Laelryth notices tears glistening in your eyes and hustles you back upstairs before anyone could notice, and you proceed to collapse against her and sob.

“So much for the motherly role, huh?” she sighs, combing your hair.

When you’ve sufficiently calmed down, Laelryth pops into crow form and flies from your window, promising to find you something to cheer you up. You, on the other hand, decide to curl up on your bed in cat form. Being closer to nature has always helped quell your discomforting thoughts, and going cat always leaves you wanting to sleep. When Laelryth returns, she finds a large panther asleep on your bed, chest moving slightly with every quiet breath. She smiles and places a moonflower behind your ear, silently padding to the door.

“Dream well, Alisha.”