Deep in the forests of Kalimdor, a group of people was passing over a woodland trail, a common enough occurrence. What was less common, however, was the makeup of that group. Seven women, all wearing collars that were linked to one another to form a long chain using different lengths of rope. Not one of them was longer than two feet, meaning they had no choice but to move in an closely packed, orderly file, their obedience made doubly certain by the pairs of worgen posted at both the front and back of the column. One of the worgen at the front held a rope connected to the front woman’s collar, guiding her forward while simultaneously ensuring she was unable to escape.

Slavery wasn’t terribly common among the worgen people. That, as well as the fact that every single one of the captives was female, did not bode well for their intentions.

“What do you think they’re going to do to us?” one of the women near the middle of the procession whispered. She was a tauren by the name of Aminata Springshield, a young and particularly beautiful example of her species. Another tauren behind her, one Nata Rivermane, perked an ear. While she’d been unwilling to say anything with the worgen who’d captured them so close by, she was equally curious as to what fate was in store for them.

The blood elf marching just ahead of them, Elli Warmbreath, whipped around at that. She stared at Aminata from over her shoulder with a look of mock incredulity. “You mean you really don’t know?”

“Oh, like you know anything either,” Selva shouted up from the back. She was one of a pair of trolls, her skin a green tone that contrasted sharply with the blue of her twin, Hielo, who was trying to make herself as small as possible behind her sibling in hopes that she wouldn’t get dragged into the conversation.

“Zip it, troll,” Elli spat, staring past the two tauren to fix Selva with the kind of glare that made it clear the only warmth she possessed was in the form of her family name. “At the very least, I know more than these two cows over here.”

Nata shrunk into herself when the blood elf’s eyes glanced over her, but Aminata was not one to be so easily cowed, even if it did irk her to be referred to as one. “I understand that you’re angry about the situation. I am, too. But could you at least try to be civil?”

“Yeah, quit being such a bitch!” Selva added. Her twin cringed. Behind them both came the sounds of a softly hummed tune from Jenei, an orange and white furred vulpera hardly a day into maturity. Not the most subtle way of handling stress, but it was overpowered by all the yelling, becoming just another subdued note in the cacophony.

“Would you be quiet back there?” the night elf in the front shouted, a nightborne mage called Vaza Milti. Her beauty was statuesque—outright callipygian—and given an exotic air by the tattoos that danced and played across her body. Her words weren’t as venomous as her blood elf counterpart’s, but they didn’t hold even half the amount of patience—an impressive feat, considering Elli seemed about as patient as a raging bull. “I’m trying to think of a way to get us out of here!”

“Gods, all of you shut up!” the lead worgen said, giving a tug on the rope around Vaza’s neck. She let out a choked gag and stumbled forward, in turn jerking on the collar of the blood elf behind her, then the tauren. The force of the initial yank travelled all the way down the line until it reached Jenei at the end, cutting her singing shut with a yip. “No point making escape plans when you’re going to abandon them by nightfall, anyway.”

None of them were sure what to make of the worgen’s words, though they certainly sounded like a threat without any context with which to interpret them. Still, none of them had the desire to push their luck by aggravating their captors further. The elves resigned themselves to muttering insults under their breath, the trolls sulked in a mixture of ill-temper and anxiety, and the one vulpera held in her singing and instead chose to look the part of the frightened animal she so resembled. That left only the tauren, both moving in a grim silence as they contemplated what fate had in store for them.

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The path was winding and led deep into the forest, but eventually, they reached their destination. After passing through a glen flanked on both sides by a thick wall of trees, the caravan found themselves blessed by the sight of daylight once more. They’d broken through into a clearing, and a rather large one at that. As open as it was, the density of the surrounding forest made it entirely possible to miss for casual passersby. The perfect place for a camp, if one didn’t want to be disturbed.

Pitched around the perimeter of the clearing were a number of tents, some handmade out of timber and fur pelts, others made of more refined materials and emblazoned with the symbols of a variety of groups, all likely taken as plunder. Scattered between them were heaps of supplies, no doubt yet more plunder, but more notable than those piles were the worgen that were making use of them. They all turned their heads up as the women approached, their muzzles breaking out in grins at the sight of them.

“Nice tits!” one of them shouted. Elli shot him a sharp glare and raised an arm to cover her—admittedly large and shapely—breasts.

“Wouldn’t mind getting under that tail,” another said, leering at Jenei and elbowing one of his fellows, who chuckled in response. The vulpera’s eyes bugged out of her head and her whole body tensed up, so that she looked like she was about to explode. A choppy tune started to spill past her lips, quiet and airy like it was being forced out of her under pressure.

As the procession made its way deeper into the village, there were more jeers and ever-present wolf whistles, made all the more bothersome to the women now that they were coming from actual wolves. Lecherous eyes and vulgar comments had made it clear exactly what it was the worgen intended to do with them.

While some of them were still holding out hope that it was all bluster, every remark was still leaving its mark on the women. The more meek among them, like Hielo and Jenei, were beginning to visibly quake with fear, while the likes of the elves seemed to grow only more cross. After only a few minutes of walking through the village, half of them looked like they were about to burst into tears, while others seemed like they were moments away from ripping out the throat of the closest living being.

Nata kept her gaze locked forward, but that left the other tauren squarely in her field of view. While Aminata wasn’t breaking down like some of the other women, even their short time in chains together gave Nata enough insight to see her edges were starting to fray. Aminata’s hand had found its way to one of the feathers lining her outfit and started to twiddle with it. Once she’d managed to pry it loose and it fluttered to the ground, her fingers rested only briefly before moving onto another, beginning the whole process over again.

However short a time they’d been together, Aminata had immediately taken on a supportive role in their number, offering kind words to help soothe the new captives as best she could. If even she was having difficulty facing what was coming, then hope seemed rather dim. Nata could feel anxiety start to gnaw at her gut.

They knew they’d reached their destination when the worgen holding the rope planted a hand on Vaza’s chest, bringing her to a stop so quickly that Elli was only barely able to stop herself from slamming into the night elf from behind. Thankfully, she didn’t, and her near-collision gave the rest of the line enough warning that they managed to avoid doing anything similar. Apart from Jenei, anyway, who was so lost inside her own head that she only realised she needed to stop when her muzzle bumped into Hielo’s back, but the vulpera was light enough that neither of them so much as stumbled from the impact.

They appeared to be roughly at the centre of the village. Before them was a seat made of wicker, somewhat crude, but still better craftsmanship than any of them would give worgen credit for. Judging by its size and clear attempts to look elaborate and ornate, however unsuccessful they might’ve been, it seemed to be a throne.

While it might’ve not been much to look at, the one it’d been made for was a good deal more impressive. A tall, exceptionally muscled worgen was sprawled out upon it, emanating an aura of relaxed power that only a leader completely secure of his strength could possess. If any of them had a right to act such a way, it was him: his hide was marred with dozens of scars both large and small, a visible history of battles he’d participated in and lived through.

Most striking, though, were his eyes. They glowed with a purple light that was unlike any other worgen there, hinting that his strength extended beyond that of body. None of them needed to be told: this was the leader of this group of worgen, and he was a powerful man indeed.

The worgen looked to his side at another one of his kind, standing next to the throne with arms crossed. He seemed a strong individual in his own right, if not quite so much as the first, his fur striped with a unique hyena-like pattern that distinguished him from the rest—likely some sort of second-in-command. They locked eyes briefly and nodded at one another, before the scarred one pushed himself up from his throne.

“I’ll give you the same speech that I give all the slaves,” he said, strolling up and down along the lineup of women. “This is the Darkfang pack. You may refer to me as Alpha. This is my son, Ravage.

“The reason we’re here instead of our home is because the Horde burnt it all to ash. Teldrasil. The Howling Oak. Gone.

“You are Horde. To make up for your actions, you will help us replenish our lost numbers.”

‘Replenish their numbers.’ If any of them’d had any doubt what they’d been captured for, it was gone now.

Surprisingly enough, one of the girls interrupted. Even more shocking was who it was: Jenei, apparently having come across either a reserve of courage or a fresh peak of desperation. “I’m not Horde, I’m just a merchant. You can’t do this! Please!”

That drew Alpha’s attention. He turned towards her and began to approach, and though he didn’t show any signs of anger, she shrunk back regardless. “Hmm. You look familiar. Meerah’s sister?”

“H-how did you—”

“I know many things,” Alpha said, waving her words away. “We’ve gotten word of her caravan transporting supplies for the Horde. Supplies provided by you.”

“But—”

“Interrupt me again and you will be punished,” Alpha said, turning away from her and back to the rest of the women. She cringed, clearly wanting to say more, but held her tongue. Jenei didn’t need to add any more onto the punishment she was already receiving on account of her profession.

“I will, of course, pick the best of you for myself.”

Alpha moved to the far end of the lineup, where Vaza was stood. He placed herself in front of him, and she met his probing eyes with a steely gaze of her own, spirit not one bit quashed by her capture. If any of them stood any chance of escaping, it was her. She was merely waiting for the opportunity to arise.

The sides of the worgen’s mouth twitched in something approaching a smile, and Vaza could feel a burst of air puff through his nostrils across her face. Then, he leaned forward and pressed his muzzle against her neck, simultaneously shoving his hand down the front of her underwear. He simultaneously took a deep whiff of her scent and pushed one clawed digit forward, shoving it between her folds.

Vaza shrieked, but it did nothing to dissuade Alpha from plunging his fingers ever deeper into her slit, snuffling at her neck all the while. She squirmed and flailed in his grip, batting her fists against his sides, but they just bounced off his thick hide without drawing so much as a growl. He reached up with his free hand and grabbed a hold of one of her breasts, squeezing down on it to the point of pain before giving it a tug. Apparently satisfied with what he found, he stepped back, pulling his fingers free from the night elf’s body. She folded in on herself, nearly keeling over where she stood, but somehow managed to remain upright.

“Virgin,” Alpha called back to his men, bringing his claws up to his face before licking them clean of Vaza’s fluids.

“Disgusting beast,” Vaza muttered under her breath. Alpha flicked an ear but didn’t bother responding, his attention already moving on to the next in line.

Elli was dealt with in much the same manner. Already aware of what to expect from what she’d seen happen to the night elf, she kept her composure far better, her angry glare not wavering even when the worgen shoved a finger inside her. So, either deciding she needed a more thorough inspection or simply out of some desire to see her squirm, Alpha shoved another one right alongside the first with just as much force and just as little warning.

It had the desired effect. A hitching gasp forced its way past Elli’s lips, much to her dismay, which got a snort of laughter from the surrounding worgen in response. After one last squeeze of her breasts, Alpha drew back, leaving Elli thoroughly shaken, frustrated, and with drops of her own fluids running down her thighs.

“Virgin.” This time, there were a few murmurs among the other worgen, a crowd already starting to form. Having even one virgin would be considered a prize, likely granted to Alpha as tribute. Catching two in one trip was even rarer.

Next up was Aminata. While she could see it coming from a mile away, all the time in the world couldn’t prepare her for actually having Alpha in front of her, looking down at her with cool, distant eyes that nevertheless belied a perverse kind of hunger. The tauren shook under his gaze and let out a gasp of fear when he grabbed her, embracing Aminata as he had the other two before sliding his hand down her belly and slipping a finger inside of her.

Aminata squealed. She couldn’t help it; she’d never done anything so intimate with anyone before, and to have such a first stolen from her by a savage beast of the likes of Alpha was too much to bear. The worgen didn’t care a blot for her whining—if anything, it only seemed to encourage him more. He let out a low growl into her neck, nipping at the flesh there slightly as he drove his finger as deep into her body as it would go, drinking in the way she clenched down around it and the progressively higher sounds she made as he invaded her body.

Then, he withdrew. Without the worgen to support her, Aminata dropped to her knees, catching herself on her hands. When she looked up, Alpha was licking his finger clean, making sure to lock eyes with her as he did so.

“Virgin.”

Excitement was beginning to collect in the group of surrounding worgen. Three virgins, while not unheard of, was still a particularly rare occurrence. That was one for the Alpha, one for his son, and still one left for the rest of the pack to use as they saw fit. And there were still four to go.

Next was Nata. She’d hoped seeing her fellow tauren endure the worgen’s treatment would grant her some sort of strength that she could use to hold fast in the face of such violation. Instead, she’d seen Aminata turned to a squealing mess and brought to her knees. Having just as little experience as any of the others and maybe a quarter as much courage, it was all she could do to keep from whimpering when Alpha walked up in front of her.

It seemed that Alpha had already found whatever it was he was looking for, because he didn’t waste any time with performing his inspection of her. He didn’t bother sniffing her like he had all the others, just grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her up against his chest, drawing a startled gasp from Nata that shifted into a shriek when he jammed a hand down the front of her clothes and thrust a finger into her all the way up to the first knuckle. He curled it inside her, stroking her inner walls while pointedly ignoring her squirming and whines of discomfort. Then, just as suddenly as he’d grabbed her, he let her go, where she dropped down onto her rear with a thump.

“Virgin,” Alpha said, already moving away from the shivering heap of a tauren on the ground and over to the next woman in the procession.

He continued that way all the way down the line, sparing no time in his inspections. Selva took hers with all the grudging acceptance of one having a tooth pulled, Hielo with whimpers and squeals that she tried dearly to suppress out of fear of attracting attention from the rest of the pack, and Jenei with a mumbled, off-key song that sharply rose in pitch when Alpha’s hand went down between her legs—much to the amusement of the worgen watching.

Every single one of them was a virgin. By the time Alpha had gotten to the last of them and declared such, every worgen in the pack had gathered around, practically foaming at the mouth with excitement. The sight did little to put any of the women at ease.

Alpha stepped back and stood in front of the women for a moment, eyes moving across them. Half were still shaking from what he’d done to them, and the ones who weren’t were either staring at him with pure hatred, like the elves, or pointedly trying to avoid his gaze, like Aminata. They were all pure, but within the hour, that would all be washed away. By the end of the night, they’d all be looking at him with adoration—or better yet, desire.

“That one’s mine,” he said, pointing to Aminata. Her head whipped up at that, eyes going wide with shock. Alpha smiled and made sure to look right at her as he continued. “She’s the tightest. I’ve a mind to fix that.”

Once Alpha had chosen, Ravage walked up and planted his hand on Nata’s shoulder, gripping tight even as she tried to shrink back from his touch. “Then I want this one,” he said. “I like the look of her.”

Alpha nodded, accepting of his choice, then made a gesture with his right hand that was too quick for any of the women to make out. The rest of the pack knew exactly what it meant, though, and had been eagerly awaiting it. Before Alpha even had the chance to bring his arm back down, all the worgen who were watching from the sidelines were suddenly charging forward, tongues lolling with claws at the ready. All of the women but Elli cringed, instincts telling them that they were sure to be ripped apart.

But they weren’t. Claws slashed and teeth gnashed, but not a hair on any of the women was harmed. Instead, there was the sound of tearing fabric and leather being shorn into pieces. Within a few seconds, the ground was littered with torn scraps of what had once been clothing—and the seven girls stood completely naked, surrounded by panting, needy beasts.

The tauren, however, were not to be passed around and used like public property—at least, not yet. They’d been claimed. As such, the pack stripped them to bare fur as with the rest of the women, but went not a step further. Instead, Alpha and Ravage stepped into the rapidly mounting chaos and cut the ropes connecting their collars to the rest of the women, leading them each to separate tents so they could be inducted into the Darkfang pack in the traditional manner.

That didn’t mean they would have an easier time than any of the others, though. Far from it.

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Alpha led Aminata by the length of rope still dangling from her collar, using it as a leash. He was walking with such long strides that she had to jog to keep up with him, but Aminata didn’t utter a word of complaint. For one, having her clothes ripped off of her had left her feeling vulnerable enough that she would go along with anything as long as it got her out of the view of the rest of the pack. For another, she wasn’t eager to find out what the punishment for complaining about such a thing would be.

It didn’t take them long to reach where they were going. Alpha pulled her into a tent a couple dozen metres away from where the rest of the pack had congregated, one large and made well enough that it could belong to none other than the leader of the group. Still, having the most fanciful accommodations of a tent village didn’t entail luxury: furnishings were sparse, consisting of a chest of supplies on one side, a couple weapons leaning against the other, and a pile of furs that served as a crude bed.

Alpha stepped in first, pulling in the slack on Aminata’s leash until there was only a hand’s width between his fingers and her collar. It was close enough for her to be able to take in his scent—not catch brief whiffs of him that were quickly blown away by the wind like she’d been able to do outside, but really smell him.

She was familiar with how men smelled, of course, as the Springshield tribe wasn’t a group that felt the need to segregate its members by sex. Her position as a druid also meant she’d dealt with wolves and worgs with some regularity, and as any druid well knew, they weren’t known for having the most regular bathing habits. Their smell was one that, despite her feelings about it, she’d grown quite familiar with.

But this worgen’s scent was unlike either of those. It had a strong overtone of wolf to it, one that made it clear this was a wild being that prowled the forest for prey and fought tooth and nail for survival. Yet alongside that something that reminded her of the men of her tribe, hulking tauren warriors that she rarely saw up close.

With Alpha, though, she was closer than she’d even been, and she was starting to realise what that scent was. It was something that wafted off of him, oozed out of his every pore—masculinity, the scent of a male, virile and ready to breed. She glanced down between his legs and caught a glimpse of his sheath, thick and swollen.

Perhaps it was because she’d never taken a mate of her own or perhaps Alpha was just a special case, but even just breathing the air next to him was enough to make her feel strange. Her breath sped up, but this time, it wasn’t from fear.

“W-what are you going to do to me?” Aminata said.

“Nothing you won’t want me to do again later,” Alpha growled, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her down flat on her back.

Without a word of warning, Alpha dropped down on top her, pressing their fronts together and pinning her down beneath him. She could feel the long strands of his fur rubbing against her own shorter, bristly coat. His burning purple eyes stared down at her, with a smug grin plastered across his muzzle—he was too savage, too domineering, nothing like any mate she would’ve picked for herself.

And yet...

Aminata looked up at Alpha with the wide, fearful eyes of prey caught in the claws of a predator, and his lips pulled back to show his teeth as if to better suit the role. He could feel her chest rising and falling faster beneath him, yet despite the front she put on, Alpha could smell that it wasn’t out of terror. Females always gave in easily, so long as you had the right touch.

He reached forward and grabbed one of Aminata’s breasts in his right hand. She could hardly be considered flat, but Alpha’s hand enveloped the entire thing with ease, fingers pushing past her fur and digging into the soft flesh there. He squeezed down hard enough to draw a whine from the tauren beneath him, claws digging into her skin just short of drawing blood.

If she wasn’t one of the finest women he’d ever laid eyes on, Alpha didn’t know who was. But laying eyes wasn’t enough; he’d seen every inch of her, touched what he wished to touch, but he needed to indulge every one of his senses—which included taste.

He dropped down, bringing his face up against Aminata’s chest before taking one of her breasts into his muzzle, taking a firm grip of it with his teeth. Aminata gasped and tensed up beneath him, but she dared not resist; while those teeth weren’t pressing hard enough to pierce skin, any struggle from her and they well could, intentional or not. Alpha grinned around his prize. She was already starting to get an idea of her place.

Alpha let his tongue wash over the surface of her breast, lapping across her areola as he took in the sweet flavours her body had to offer. They were subtle, but easily detectable to the sensitive taste buds of a worgen. The scent of femininity that wafted off of her was even better tasted, the invisible pheromones of a fertile woman playing across his tongue making his blood pump harder.

He let out a rumbling growl that Aminata could feel reverberate throughout her chest. The beast was getting more and more excited with every passing moment that he spent sampling her body, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. It made her feel powerless, made her heart pound—and for some reason, made her face burn with a blush.

Alpha sat up on his knees and shuffled, allowing Aminata a brief moment of respite. She sighed in relief, before she looked up and saw that he was now kneeling between her legs, staring intently at what laid between them.

His hands shot out, grabbing her around the ankles before wrenching her legs open. She’d already been exposed, but being naked was one thing; being put into such a compromising position was well and away another. Aminata let out a cry of embarrassment, hands moving down to shield herself from the worgen’s eyes.

The response was expected, and Alpha would be lying if he said he didn’t derive any enjoyment from it. Regardless, it wasn’t going to do her any good in the end. Letting out a low warning growl, he released his grip around her ankles and leaned forward, using his elbows to keep Aminata’s knees spread while his hands moved to her wrists and pried them away from her body. She was exposed once more, but more importantly, the worgen’s new position left his face only a foot away from being buried between her thighs.

“You don’t need to do this,” Aminata pleaded, trying to shuffle away from Alpha but finding a pair of claws pressing into her hips the moment she made the attempt.

“You’re right,” Alpha said, pushing his snout further between Aminata’s thighs until she could feel his breath washing over her skin, the moist heat of it sending a shiver running up her spine. “But I want to.”

Alpha dug his thumbs into the puffy folds of her labia and spread them apart, baring the glistening pink flesh of her inner walls for him to see. She whined and squirmed in response, but Alpha held fast. While it was impossible to ascertain virginity at a glance, he found he could sense it in a partner anyway. Perhaps it was something in the way they smelled, the sweet perfume of innocence waiting to be shattered.

He shoved his muzzle forward until his lips were sealed against Aminata’s own, cold nose butting up against the hood of her clit, then let his tongue slip loose. He planted a big, wet lick there, the breadth of his tongue enough to envelop Aminata’s slit completely, and was treated to the first taste of her feminine flavours—both by him, and by any other man she’d ever known, another addition to the long list of firsts he’d taken.

But regardless of how many times he sampled it, the flavour was always incomparably sweet. Aminata squealed out her protests, planting her hands on Alpha’s head in a futile attempt to pry his snout out from between her thighs, but he didn’t respond to any of it. He wasn’t ignoring them by any means, more silently savouring what were doubtlessly going to be her last ever shows of resistance.

Aminata shrieked as Alpha, apparently displeased with tasting only her outer folds, suddenly plunged his tongue deep into her slit. She’d been completely unprepared for what his tongue had to offer, things she’d hardly imagined a tongue could do. It forced its way past her every clenching muscle until it was licking deeper than she’d ever managed to reach on her own, squirming inside her and lapping at her insides in ways her fingers would never be able to replicate.

All the while, Aminata could hear the sounds of wet slurping and soft rumbling between her thighs, leaving her constantly aware that it was a worgen doing this to her—an enormous, kidnapping brute of a worgen at that. Yet despite that, her body still reeled at his touch, every movement of his tongue coaxing out more of her juices that he quickly slurped up. When she felt the press of his fangs against her, Aminata felt a twinge of fear rise up over the shame and indignity, yet she also couldn’t find it in herself to suppress a moan.

Alpha chuffed with laughter, spending a few more seconds with his tongue buried as deep inside her as it would go before pulling his muzzle away, strands of her fluids and his saliva connecting their bodies together for a moment before he ran his tongue along his lips to slurp them up. As he moved his head back, Aminata could feel her hands fall away limp from where they’d been pressed against his head, and she became acutely aware that at some point she’d stopped trying to push him away and had just sat there with her fingers buried in the fur between his ears.

He leaned back onto his knees, kneeling upright, and that gave Aminata a full view of his body—particularly what laid between his legs. Alpha’s sheath, once thick and swollen, was now bunched up around the root of his erection. It looked like what she’d seen on the male wolves during mating season, only sized to fit a worgen that stood over eight feet tall. 

Needless to say, the length alone was enough to intimidate, to say nothing of the sheer girth of it. Particularly at the base, where his cock bulged out with a fist-sized knot. A knot that wasn’t even swollen yet. Aminata gulped.

“Impressed?” Alpha said, and it was only the sound of his voice that made Aminata realise  she was staring. She turned her head away, screwing her eyes shut tight, and he let out a bark of laughter in response. “No need to be coy. I know you want this.”

He laid himself down on top of her, and Aminata could feel what she’d been looking at mere seconds before pressing into her stomach, harder and warmer than she could’ve imagined. Alpha ground his hips against her, pressing himself even more firmly against her belly, and she could feel something dripping onto her fur. It felt thick, oozing slowly across her coat, and bringing with it even more heat that soaked through to her skin.

A hand grabbed a hold of her chin, turning her head forward. When Aminata opened her eyes, she could see Alpha looking down at her with a smile full of the same confidence he always exuded. It drew some primal reaction out of her, something burning—though as much as she might’ve wanted it to be, it wasn’t anger.

“And if you don’t,” Alpha said, dragging himself down Aminata’s body until the head of his cock was aligned with her entrance, “then I’ll remedy that.”

He pushed forward, and Aminata could feel the tip of it wedge itself between her folds. It might’ve been pointed, but that hardly made things easier; all it meant was that he could get maybe a half-inch inside her before she really started to feel how thick he was, and with how much length he was packing, that buffer was hardly much of a help.

Alpha moved slowly at first, inserting only the head of his dick inside her before stopping. It throbbed inside her, and she could feel a spurt of pre gush out of him and into her, dripping onto her inner walls and making them tingle. Aminata winced. It was as if his fluids had set something in motion inside of her, making her body realise how she was about to be taken and start preparations for it even if she was still in denial of what was about to happen.

“Ready?” Alpha asked, leaning forward and placing his hands on her shoulders for support. 

“No,” Aminata said, staring down at the foot of cock that he seemed intent on shoving in her with eyes bugging out of her head.

“Too bad.”

Alpha slammed himself forward, cramming half of his shaft into Aminata in a single stroke. Something tore inside her, and she let out a scream at the sharp pain that followed. A dribble of fluids leaked out from around the seal of his cock, showing a clear pink tinge that wasn’t there before—the last remnants of Aminata’s virginity. His nostrils flared, and the grin on his muzzle widened. The smell of blood only excited him more.

Still, no one could say that Alpha was not a caring lover, even if he did tend to be somewhat rough at times. Rather than immediately leading into another thrust, he pressed himself tight against Aminata and held the tauren close while she shook with painful spasms as she adjusted to his presence. Alpha understood that he was quite sizeable. He had no desire to torture his lovers, even if he did have to be somewhat... coercive with the ones he desired.

Not that he was a saint, either. As soon as her trembling died down and the grimace of pain disappeared from her face, Alpha slid himself back until only the head of his cock remained in Aminata’s pussy before slamming himself back in, marvelling at how much she’d loosened from just that initial thrust.

Aminata moaned and threw her head back against the bed, hands clutching fistfuls of the furs beneath her hard enough to hurt. She had to, because what Alpha was doing to her didn’t—it was rough to the point of discomfort, almost feral, but it didn’t hurt. Instead, every moment he spent inside her, something else was building up inside her: a thrumming in her veins, excitement that electrified her every nerve.

What was happening to her?

Alpha looked down at the face of the female beneath him, eyes already lidded with pleasure and mouth hanging agape, and smiled. She was already starting to feel it. With his skill and the powerful magic at work in the bodies of all the Darkfang pack, there was no doubt that she would, but he was still surprised to see it take root so quickly in her. In most of their captives, it took at least until the end of their first mating before it really started to sink in.

But thinking on it, it wasn’t that shocking. He could tell just from a glance that Aminata’s will was weak, and with a body as sleek and beautiful as hers, she was practically made to be used. Any resistance from her was just a denial of her nature, and Alpha had long since learned that such things could not be suppressed for long.

“There’s no point in fighting it,” Alpha said, settling into a quick, fast rhythm that had his balls slapping against Aminata’s ass with every thrust. “You’re not the first to try to hold out. I’ve taken dozens of your kind. You all give in eventually.”

“No,” Aminata cried, words cut off by a gasp as Alpha jerked himself back out of her. “I-I won’t!”

“You will,” Alpha said, punctuating his words with a particularly strong thrust that filled the tent with the sharp slap of their bodies coming together. That was followed by another shriek from Aminata, but they were different now—it was a slight thing, a subtle change in tone and pitch, but one that Alpha had learned well how to distinguish. It was the cry of a woman trying to masquerade pleasure as pain.

Exactly the signal he needed to kick things up a notch.

Alpha pulled himself completely free of Aminata’s cunt for the first time since entering it, the head of his dick popping free with a trickle of fluids that ran down along the base of her tail. It was an even mix of the precum he’d pumped into her and her own juices, coaxed out of her by his skillful touch, even if she’d deny feeling an ounce of pleasure if asked. He had every intention of changing that.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her up into the air, flipping her around before letting her drop back down. Her arms shot out to catch herself, just as he’d expected, leaving her posed on all fours and practically presenting herself before him. Alpha grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed, feeling her cushiony soft cheeks deform under his fingers before he let go, watching them jiggle slightly as they bounced back into shape.

“Lovely,” Alpha said, before aligning his cock with her entrance and thrusting right back into her, slipping into his new position of pounding her from behind with practised ease. Alpha grabbed a hold of Aminata’s tail by the base and tugged on it every time he thrust in, pulling the tauren towards himself with enough force for a wet slap to ring out every time their bodies came together, sending beads of lubricant splattering across both of them.

Aminata slumped down, face coming to rest against the bed, but Alpha’s free hand wrapped around her waist to make sure her lower half was supported and kept in position for him to use. She could do nothing but lie there in his grip, shuddering and moaning as she was used, her voice occasionally spiking in pitch when he yanked on her tail particularly hard.

He leaned forward over her, moving his hands away from her body and planting one on the bed to support his weight, while the other grabbed the side of her face and ground her cheek into the bed below while he continued to slam himself in and out of her. He’d switched into short, fast strokes to compensate for the position’s reduced mobility—though each one still had just as much strength behind it as before, enough to make her knees quake beneath her with every thrust, her body supported solely by the worgen’s own.

Aminata moaned, a shuddering quality creeping into her voice from the non-stop pounding Alpha was giving her. It was impossible to deny how good it felt anymore. Despite being forced into it, despite how much she hated it, it was everything she’d could’ve ever hoped a first time to be. That just made it all the more embarrassing to endure. Every moan and whimper felt like she was debasing herself, playing the willing slut for a wild beast who’d collared her and put her in chains.

Why? Why did it have to feel so  good?

She groaned, finding herself leaning back into Alpha’s thrusts, unable to muster the willpower necessary to stop herself. Aminata’s body seemed to have taken on a life of its own, and if she was already having difficulty controlling her physical reactions, she fretted over how long it would take before her mind started to slip, as well.

Alpha’s strokes got shorter and, somehow, even harder, each one bringing the bulge of his knot smacking against her entrance. It was bigger than before, starting to swell with blood, a clear indicator of exactly how close he was. If Aminata had learned a thing about the mysterious worgen above her during her time under him, it was that he didn’t hold back. Every part of her reeled at the thought, half from dread, half from something else.

Alpha slammed his hips forward. Aminata could feel herself splitting open around the bulge of his knot, the widest she’d been spread yet—and considering the considerable thickness the rest of him had, that was quite an achievement. It felt like he was trying to cram his fist inside of her.

Aminata let out a high whine and gripped at the bed beneath her, but she didn’t try to resist. She told herself it was out of an understanding that there would be no escaping from Alpha even if she tried, but deep inside, she wasn’t nearly so sure. Whatever the reason, she pressed herself back against him to help force his knot in. It was for the best that she didn’t consider her rationale too closely—she probably wasn’t ready to accept the true reasons behind what she was doing yet. They’d get there, though, no matter how many breedings it took.

It was a painful stretch and far too slow for her liking, but she managed it. Aminata’s walls gradually split open to allow his knot entry, helped along by short, sharp humps that forced it further in by fractions of an inch. Each time, she’d think that it’d reached its widest point, only to realise that there was more yet to go. 

Then, with a loud howl that rung in her ears, Alpha finally slammed himself home. Once she was stretched around the widest point of his knot, whenever it was she’d reached it, it was only a matter of cramming the rest inside her with one, powerful thrust. Her body swallowed it up eagerly, as if she’d been made for it, regardless of the fact that it was a worgen mating her and not a tauren. Not one part of her cared: Alpha was too strong, too forceful, for her to do anything but accept what he was doing to her.

As soon as his knot was fully inside her, it started to swell to an even larger size. She’d thought that it was wide before, but it was reaching a thickness she never could’ve imagined—but it wasn’t painful like its entry had been. It had to have at least doubled in size, but the stretch she felt was only a mild discomfort, one that was easily overpowered by the pleasure that thrummed through every fibre of her being. It felt so good, so right, to be filled so completely and utterly by a superior male. 

Once Alpha’s knot had grown to its full size, locking them together at the hip and ensuring that not a single drop of fluid would escape her, his cock give off a powerful throb that Aminata could feel all the way from his knot to his tip, pressed tight against the entrance to her womb. Her breath hitched in her throat. He was about to—

With a howl that made her ears ring with its sheer volume, Alpha came. His dick swelled inside her a moment before it exploded, a jet of cum shooting into her with enough force to blast through her cervix. Aminata screamed as he felt it pour into her. It was unlike anything she could compare it to, even the precum he’d been constantly dripping as he fucked her. Whereas the heat from that had been wicked up by her body rather quickly, when it came to his seed, there was simply too much for her to do the same. It just kept coming in long, powerful spurts, each one spraying directly into her womb and filling her with its almost burning heat.

If she’d been more aware of things, Aminata might’ve noticed the definite aura of magic lacing what he was pumping into her, but her mind was elsewhere. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she clenched down around his cock and milked it for all it was worth, caught in the throes of an orgasm spurred into motion purely from the feeling of being filled with the worgen’s cum.

Alpha’s mouth twitched up in a grin even as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. By the time she’d returned to her senses, that magic would be gone, absorbed into her body to do its wonderful work. Nothing would be able to stop it, now: she was theirs. He dropped forward, laying over top of Aminata while she rode out the rest of her orgasm wrapped around his cock.

“I think I’ll take you once more before I throw you out for the rest of the pack to use,” Alpha murred, shifting his hips from side to side to work his knot around inside Aminata’s sensitive cunt. She could only whine in response.

---

“Get off of me, you loathsome cur!” 

Elli kicked and thrashed, but was ultimately held securely in the grip of one of the worgen. He had her wrists held above her head with one hand and one of her ankles gripped in the other, pulled to the side to allow him easy access to her body. He was making good use of it, pressing his sheath against her slit and grinding against it in slow circles as he coaxed his member free.

Her odds of escaping the camp unscathed seemed to be rapidly decreasing. Elli was as displeased with the situation as anyone who’d known the ornery blood elf for even a few hours would expect her to be.

“Unhand me this instant! I’ll rend you limb from limb! I’ll burn your whole family to ashes!”

“Right noisy one, innit she?”one of the other worgen shouted, Elli’s non-stop ranting and raving momentarily diverting his attention from the pair of trolls underneath him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll shut her up,”the worgen on top of her replied. Another hump tugged the last of his sheath past the bulge of his knot, finally freeing the entirety of his erection into the open air, though he didn’t intend to keep it that way for long. He pulled his hips back and aligned the head of his cock with Elli’s entrance, the pointed tip of it nestling between her folds and dribbling the first drops of his precum inside of her. 

“Don’t you dare!” Elli screamed, infuriated rather than intimidated at the prospect of being penetrated. “In the name of the sin’dorei, I demand that you—”

She didn’t get to finish her thought before the worgen shoved his hips forward, plunging himself halfway inside of her with a single stroke. Elli let out a terrible shriek, as much from rage at being defied as from the pain of having her virginity snatched from her.

Another worgen nearby cringed at the sound. “I thought you said you were going to shut her up!” he shouted, half-joking, casual as ever even with his cock buried up to the knot in the mouth of an elf of his own.

“Work in progress,” the worgen replied, pulling back an inch before thrusting forward again, claiming another inch of her body for himself. Elli continued to scream out her indignation beneath him, voice spiking in pitch with every millimetre of his shaft he managed to cram into her.

Her anger worked to disguise a lot of things. For one, the pain she felt at being stretched so wide with so little preparation, the worgen caring little for her body besides what pleasure he could eke out of it for himself. For a virgin like herself, such callous treatment was overwhelming in its intensity, like every nerve between her legs was trying to fire at the same time.

Yet at the same time, it wasn’t entirely negative. Amidst the storm of sensation, there was something subtle and budding, not yet strong enough for her to register but enough to colour her unconscious actions. Despite her protests, she was becoming wet, her breathing was quickening, and her face had broken out in a blush.

There were reasons she could give for all of those things, of course. The moisture was purely the result of the worgen’s own secretions. She could hardly be expected to breathe regularly when she was contorted into such a strange position and having a worgen force himself on her, to boot. Anyone would become flushed in such a situation.

All of it was true enough, but all of it was skirting the real matter at hand. Thankfully, nobody asked, which meant she didn’t have to debase herself by offering such excuses. It meant she wouldn’t have to be embarrassed at her lies when she started really enjoying it.

A few feet away, another worgen was busying himself with the vulpera they’d captured.

“Well, now, what have we here?” he said, moving closer to Jenei in a most unsavoury manner.

She back-pedalled away, only to bump into the knees of another, slightly scrawnier worgen, who was displaying just as malicious in interest in her as the first. “Gods, isn’t she adorable?” he said.

The first worgen flashed her a grin that took special care to show off every one of his fangs. “Look at her little ears. I just wanna—”

“Fuck her face,” the other worgen finished. Their eyes met, and the mutual enjoyment they’d been sharing immediately burst into tension.

“I want her first!” the smaller one shouted, leaning over the cowering little fox to jab his finger into the chest of the other worgen.

“I saw her first,” the other growled, punctuating the last word with a sharp snap of his jaws. “She’s mine. Get your own.”

They stood there, snout-to-snout, teeth bared and snarling at each other while Jenei made herself as small as possible beneath them. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure if she wanted either of them to relent. As nerve-wracking as it was to have the two beasts practically ready to swing at each other right on top of her, the conflict was the only thing preventing her from being used by either of them.

Unfortunately for her, it couldn’t last forever. Grumbling slightly, the smaller one lowered his hand and stepped back. “Fine. I call using her the moment you’re done, though.”

The other worgen gave him a quick nod of acknowledgement, but it was clear that the matter was already settled in his eyes. His attention was solely on her.

“Now,” he said, looming over Jenei and approaching her with hands outstretched, “where were we?”

Jenei stumbled backwards, mumbling some desperate prayer to the gods that went wholly unanswered and instead morphed into a shriek as the worgen lunged forward and grabbed her from under the arms. With only the slightest effort, he hoisted her up, bringing Jenei up to his chest where her feet dangled three or four feet off the ground.

“You only just joined the Horde, didn’t ya?”

Jenei made a noise, but it wasn’t a reply, more of a wild squeak as she tried to wiggle out of the worgen’s grasp. She could feel something hot and wet pressing into her back, just above her tail. She didn’t like it. She didn’t like anything that was happening to her.

He continued on regardless. “Then allow me to be the first to say...”

He lifted Jenei up slightly, then lowered her back down, allowing the head of what she could no longer pretend was anything but his dick to press against her slit. She looked down at it, and her eyes bugged out of her head. It looked massive in comparison to her tiny frame, more like a weapon than anything that could possibly be used for sex. Jenei wasn’t sure if it would even be able to fit inside her.

The worgen, however, was certain enough for the both of them. He let her down further, wedging the tip of it between her lips, then shifted his grip from under her arms to her shoulders. Jenei sucked in a breath and grit her teeth, her body realising what was about to happen and taking preparations against it even if her mind was still reeling and desperately hoping that it wouldn’t.

“Welcome to the Horde.”

With one sharp shove, he speared her onto his cock, sinking a good three inches into her at once. While that may have been a small amount for a worgen, or even a human, it was an entirely different story for a race as small as the vulpera. And that was to say nothing of its girth, which made it feel more like someone shoving an arm up into her than anything else.

She let out a wild shriek, one that would be well at home coming from a wounded animal. Appropriately enough, the worgen showed her just as much regard as he would for one: none. He gave another powerful shove down onto her shoulders, sinking her another few inches down onto his cock, stretching her painfully wide and going deeper into her body than any male vulpera would ever be able to—and he wasn’t even halfway in yet.

“S-stoooOOoop!” Jenei whined, squirming and kicking her legs through the air. The worgen’s hands weren’t even holding her up now, her weight instead supported solely by the dick she was mounted on. He moved his hands away from her shoulders and planted them on his hips, strutting around like a proud bird, his every step jostling her on her perch.

“Oh, shut it off,” the worgen said, reaching a hand down between her thighs. “You’re loving this. Look how wet you are!”

He flicked a finger off her swollen clit, coaxing a squeal out of her as well as a fresh burst of her juices, which flowed down his shaft and dripped off the fur of his balls. She thrashed in an attempt to shoo him away, but every movement she did only allowed gravity to do its work and sink her further down onto his cock.

Jenei’s squealing took on a sharper tone as she sunk another two inches down his shaft, feeling herself packed full of more and more of his cock until her cervix finally arrested her momentum—and still with another few inches to go before she even reached his knot.

Well, that wouldn’t do at all. A savage grin spreading across his face, the worgen planted his hands on Jenei’s shoulders, letting them linger there a moment before forcing her down.

Jenei’s cries reached their crescendo as she felt the worgen’s dick shove its way through her cervix with all the subtlety of a battering ram. It lanced its way into her womb and then kept going, the head of it pressing against her deepest reaches, places she’d barely even known existed. Then, as if for good measure, his cock throbbed and let loose a thick spurt of pre into that most private of areas.

Once she’d run out of breath to squeal with, Jenei looked down with bleary eyes, only for them to shoot open. The fur on her belly was raised slightly in a way that was distinctly abnormal, and it took her a moment to realise what it was: his dick, pressing against her insides hard enough to create a bulge in her stomach.

“Don’t worry,” the worgen growled, “the knot’s going in. I’ll break you in yet.”

He thrust his hips up, grinding the bulge of his knot against an entrance that, by all reason, should’ve been far too small for him—but Jenei let out a moan of dismay, because she could feel herself starting to spread wider to accommodate it.

Jenei didn’t understand. Her body was never made to take something of a worgen’s size, made clear enough by the agonizing stretch it took just to get him inside and the subsequent bulge in her abdomen once he had. Yet somehow, as intense as it was, it felt good to be impaled on his cock; to be treated like nothing more than a hole to fuck by someone easily thrice her size.

What was happening to her?

Thankfully, the worgen didn’t need her to understand, he just needed her to be warm and tight. He moved his hands to her face and held her still while he leaned forward, locking his mouth with hers in a kiss. It was just as violent as his mating, mashing his muzzle against hers and biting at her lips hard enough to make her squeal.

Though that reason for that squeal changed rather quickly when he started bucking his hips up into her, forcing his knot into her at an even faster pace. When it slipped inside her and started to inflate, locking them together in preparation for her first seeding at the hands of the worgen, her voice rose sharply in pitch. Her body locked up and her muscles went through spasms as she had her first ever orgasm at the hands of a male.

The worgen let out a pleased rumble, a low, powerful sound that shook Jenei’s brain inside her skull. It might’ve been her first, but it wouldn’t be her last. Once he’d filled her with his cum, she’d have so many more. She’d learn to love them, beg the Darkfang pack for more of them, for the honour of being their breeding slave.

He looked forward to it.

Some of the worgen weren’t as keen on small women, though. With the tauren already claimed, that only left the two elves. For the ones not keen on mouthiness, Vaza, the tattooed beauty, was the mate of choice.

Vaza sucked in a breath through her nose, filling her lungs as best she could before the worgen in front of her shoved her face into his lap and filled her throat back up with his cock. He was the second one to use her. She could still feel the essence of the first draining out of her, rolling down her thighs and dripping onto the grass between her knees.

She’d picked up on the magic lacing their fluids the moment she got a drop inside her, thanks to her powers as a mage. While there was little she could do about them violating her body—her impregnation was already a foregone conclusion that no amount of spells would prevent—she wasn’t about to stand idly by while they corrupted her mind. After the worgen had pulled his knot out of her, she started weaving a spell to nullify the effects of the seed inside her.

But it was druidic magic, nothing like the arcane magic the nightborne used. The threads of its enchantment were so numerous and intricately woven that they were, appropriately enough, like a mass of twisting vines. With that on top of the looming threat of another worgen taking an interest with her, giving her an incredibly uncertain time frame with which to work, she could only do so much. She was relatively certain she’d blocked its attempts at mind alteration, but before she could start work on the pleasure amplifying effects, another worgen had grabbed her and forced her face into his sheath.

It was impossible to cast a spell with a beast rutting her face, but her magical senses were as sharp as ever—though she ended up wishing that they weren’t. All the energy from the enchantments she’d blocked funnelled itself into the ones she hadn’t; namely, the ones that made it feel good to serve the worgen.

And gods, did it feel good. In all the other females, it seemed creeping and subtle enough that they could hide it, but it hit her so strong that her knees shook and her thighs clenched, soaked with a mixture of worgen seed and her own fluids. It felt like she was going to cum purely from him using her mouth.

“You can touch yourself, you know,” the worgen said, thrusting into her mouth deep enough for her lips to press against his knot.

The magic didn’t exert any kind of control over her that’d force her to obey his commands, but the idea was too much for her to resist. She lowered one shaky hand down between her thighs, letting her fingers touch down onto her cum-dripping cunt.

Vaza only realised what it was she was doing when a jolt of pleasure shot up her spine, but by that time, it was too late. She couldn’t muster the will necessary to pry her fingers away from herself. They seemed to move with a will of their own, sliding up and down along her folds, slipping inside her slit, occasionally slipping out to pinch and rub at her clit, all the while getting coated with the worgen cum packed inside her.

It felt good to just kneel there and let that great beast use her mouth while she fingered herself—far too good—but she comforted herself through the fog of pleasure and worgen musk with the thought that she still had her mind. Even if it seemed like she’d given in, she’d be able to make good on her escape the moment they were finished with her.

A voice from behind her interrupted her thoughts. “Mind if I take this end?”

“Be my guest,” the worgen in front of her said, then grunted as he slammed himself into Vaza’s mouth hard enough for his balls to slap against her chin. They pulled up against his body a moment before his cock swelled, a burst of cum shooting through it and past her tongue and throat.

Vaza’s eyes shot open. As soon as the first spurt of it hit her stomach, she could feel the enchantment in the worgen’s seed surge in power, easily shattering the wards she’d put in place. The tendrils of magic within it crept into her mind, slowly but surely changing her into the willing slut they wanted her to be. More and more of it poured into her, each burst of it strengthening its power.

That was fine. There was no need to panic. She’d just need to recast her spell, then—

The worgen whose voice she’d heard behind her before grabbed a hold of her from around the waist, lifting her up off of her knees and into the air. Though she couldn’t see him with her face buried in the lap of the first worgen, she could feel him press against her, grinding his cock against her as he coaxed himself free of his sheath.

Vaza groaned around the still-spurting cock in her mouth, a noise of defeat—and of pleasure.

---

Ravage led Nata by the hand away from the emerging chaos of the rest of the worgen and into a tent off to the side of the camp, one of the larger and nicer ones of the bunch. It was strange: from what she’d seen of the other worgen—particularly the one they called Alpha, who’d led the other tauren away using her collar’s rope as a leash—they were all none-too-gentle. 

This one, however, didn’t seem to be like that at all. He was leading her by a careful grip around her wrist, almost gentlemanly. While it was a refreshing change, it did nothing to abate Nata’s fears. He was still in league with the ones who’d captured her, even if he didn’t have a direct hand in it. All his behaviour served to do was further stoke her anxiety.

The tent had precious little that she’d expect from someone so high up: apart from increased space, it was no different from the ones surrounding it, furnished with a bedroll, a small trunk of belongings, and little else.

Ravage let go of her hand and sat down onto the bedroll, shuffling over to one side of it before looking up at her expectantly and patting the area of it next to him. Nata hesitated, but ultimately seeing she had little choice in the matter, stepped over next to him and set herself down—though she took care to seat herself as far on the opposite side of the bedroll as she could.

Ravage seemed to respect her boundaries, at least for the moment, and turned himself to face her. “I suppose I can’t blame you for mistrusting me, considering the circumstances.”

Nata stared off at the side of the tent, refusing to meet his gaze. From what he could tell, she didn’t look angry, just scared out of her wits, confused, and uncertain about his behaviour after the treatment she’d received at the hands of his packmates. That was good; that kind of attitude was something Ravage could work with.

“Understand, though, that I’m not the one who captured you. I empathize with your situation.”

That caught her attention. She looked over to him, eyes wide, his words apparently having managed to at least momentarily pierce her shell. “You do?”

“Of course,” Ravage said, laying down onto his side and propping up his chin with his hand. “I can hardly believe a sweet girl like you is in with the Horde, and you’re not the first to be wrongfully judged as such. Some of our pack members can be a bit presumptive, mistakes happen. But...”

Nata stared at him, no longer avoiding his gaze, but instead waiting for him to continue with interest. “But?”

“You are definitely the cutest mistake we’ve ever made,” Ravage said, pulling up one of his legs as he did so. The position tilted his pelvis towards her, meaning she now had a clear view of his sheath, unblocked by his thighs. It was thick with need, the pink tip of his member standing in stark contrast to his dark fur.

Nata glanced at it for a moment before pulling her eyes away, staring intently at the floor while a blush broke out across her face. That’s how it was, then. She wished she could crawl into the earth so she didn’t have to be in the situation she was in.

Ravage grinned, shuffling further down the bedroll until he was close enough to her for their bodies to touch.

“We won’t be able to do anything until the rest of the pack’s finished,” Ravage said, hooking an arm around Nata’s shoulders and pulling her tight against his chest. “Why don’t we use this time to get to know one another?”

Nata squirmed at Ravage’s touch. Everything about the situation made her immensely uncomfortable. It was obvious exactly where he was trying to steer the situation—the worgen was about as subtle as a brick to the face—but she didn’t see any choice but to go along with it. What was she going to do, tell him to stop? Her skin crawled at the thought of how he’d react, even worse than what his touch was doing to her.

So she sat there like a limp doll in Ravage’s grip, pressed against his side while trying her best to look cool and detached even as anxiety started to pressurize inside her. Ravage could feel her every muscle pulled taut like coiled springs, ready to snap at any moment. He was making headway, but he’d have to do something to cut the tension if he wanted things to keep going smoothly.

Though perhaps his subtlety left something to be desired, as his method of achieving this was to bring his free hand over and grab one of her breasts.

Nata let out a gasp, clearly not expecting Ravage to be so forward. Her tolerance for his behaviour had already been at its limit with him exposing himself; him actually touching her was over the line. She screamed and shoved him away, scrambling away from him as best she could.

But even though Ravage’s behaviour might not have been as brutish as the rest of them, that didn’t mean he was easily deterred. He lunged at her, grabbed a hold of her by the ankle, and yanked her back towards himself. Her shrieking continued all the way up until he grabbed her by the shoulders and jerked her body around to face him, where she froze up like an animal about to meet its end.

Luckily for her, Ravage had no intention of taking her life—his sights were set on something else entirely. He grinned and pushed his muzzle into the crook of her neck while simultaneously moving his right hand from her shoulder down to her breast, squeezing and groping at it while he took a deep drag of her scent.

She squirmed at his touch, but held firmly in her grip as she was, he was easily able to overpower her feeble attempts at resistance. He gave her breast another squeeze, this one hard enough to draw a hiss of pain out of her, before moving his hand lower. It traced a path down her belly, fingers stroking along her fur and squeezing at the thin layer of pudge there, steadily making its way lower.

“You’re so beautiful,” Ravage murmured, letting his tongue slip out to gently lap at the flesh of her neck. The sensation made her shiver, a prickle of fear running down her spine. His touch on her body felt like the teeth of a predator on her neck. He was going to violate her. Worse yet, his words sounded sincere, as if he believed he were doing her some kind of favour by molesting her.

“Stop,” Nata rasped, her vocal chords barely cooperating with her commands and her lungs too busy panting with fear to lend any real strength to her words. It felt like her whole body was locking up, yet at the same time, her fight or flight instincts demanded she do something. A scared beast kicking inside her, screeching to be let free.

Ravage’s fingers slid ever lower, finally reaching her pubic mound, and that beast was finally let loose. She screamed again, kicking and flailing in his grip like he was trying to cut her throat instead of touch her pussy.

He didn’t hit her, growl at her, or show any of the violent impatience she’d seen in some of the other worgen. Ravage just tightened his grip on her body and held her tight through her thrashing until she’d burned through all her energy and went limp in his arms. When it was all over, the burning panic had left her, and she just wanted to cry. There was nothing she could do to stop him.

Ravage did nothing to dispel those feelings. Two of his claws came to a rest on either side of her slit, spreading her labia wide enough that she could feel the cool air of the tent on her insides. She gasped at that, and then for an entirely different reason as another one of Ravage’s fingers got involved, sinking inside her folds.

Nata let out a shuddering moan as it started to work in and out of her body at a slow, steady pace. His fingers felt wrong inside her. She’d never even touched herself in that manner before, and to have such a thing done to from her by a raping, marauding beast like Ravage made her wonder what she’d done to upset the gods so badly.

She silently prayed to whatever being would care to listen. If anyone heard her, they certainly didn’t seem to care, because no great winged angel came to rescue her.

So she just sat there, chest heaving as Ravage’s finger continued to piston itself in and out of her slit, coating itself with more and more of her unwilling fluids. She looked down and watched him do it, and the sight of his hand planted against her crotch as he explored her body filled her with a mass of undefinable emotion. It threatened to overcome her at any moment, but when it did, she didn’t know if she’d laugh or cry. It was all so horrible, any reaction would be appropriate.

But as lovely as it was to feel Nata’s body with his hands, there was far more Ravage wanted to do. He pulled his hand out from between her legs, met by the slightest sigh of relief from the tauren—though any trace of that relief disappeared immediately when he grabbed one of her wrists. He pulled her hand close to his body, pressing it against his chest.

She could feel the wiriness of his fur, contrasting sharply with the thick muscles that laid just underneath, hard as iron and rising and falling with his every breath. He felt as strong as he looked, as hale and hearty as a kodo, and he was using that strength to rape her—yet he had the gall to pretend to be sweet. If she wasn’t overwhelmed with dread, she’d be simmering with rage.

His hand guided her own lower, down his pecs and across his abs, then lower yet. He felt something warm and wet smear across her palm, and her breath hitched in her throat when she realised what it was.

It was thicker, longer, all around bigger than she’d imagined; certainly bigger than she’d be able to wrap her fingers around. It was the hottest part of him by far, and she could feel it throb against her palm every few seconds. This was it, then. No more foreplay, if his aggressive groping could even be called that—he was going to force herself on her.

She tried to pull her hand away, but Ravage kept it pinned against him, even went so far as to rub her palm against his shaft for an extra bit of stimulation as his cock grew. His sheath pulled back as he humped away her, revealing the bulge of his knot. All the while, it kept dripping, oozing pre across her fingers.

After awhile, though, Ravage took a hold of her arm by the wrist and pulled it away, moving Nata’s hand up to her face until it was inches away from her snout. She could see just how thoroughly it’d been soaked with his fluids, thick, clear drops of it rolling off each of her fingers and down along her wrist.

Though Ravage didn’t say a word, it was obvious what he wanted her to do. It seemed Ravage was no longer content with her being so passive, and now he was forcing her to participate in her own violation. The smell of his musk wafted off of her fingers and into her nose, making her nostrils burn and her sinuses tingle with its spice.

She wished the smell was nauseating, so she could at least have some semblance of discomfort to go along with the spiritual torment he was putting her through, but it wasn’t. It seemed almost an injustice, like the universe held such spite for her that it refused to give her even pain when she wanted it.

Seeing no other option, Nata let her tongue creep out of her mouth, touching down onto the side of her hand with palpable reluctancce. 

As soon as the first drop hit her tongue, she sucked a sharp breath through her nose, filling her nostrils with more of his scent and making the taste of it that much sharper. It was the first time she’d ever tasted a male’s fluids, yet another of the many firsts she was undergoing that day, and the flavour struck her with enough force to make her head spin. The salt, slight bitterness, and sheer masculinity in it formed a medley that was at once new, foreign—and unbeknownst to her, addictive.

She tried to focus on the parts she’d already licked so that she wouldn’t have to ingest any more of it, but Ravage moved her hand, guided her so that she had no choice but to lick between her fingers and across her palm. Only when every trace of Ravage’s precum was gone and replaced with her own saliva did he finally relent.

“Excellent work,” Ravage said, releasing his grip on her hand before shifting his hands down to her arms, grabbing a hold of her. “I think you’re ready to go further.”

He spread his legs wide, and while she was making an effort not to look between them, she couldn’t help but catch a glimpse. His balls were enormous, each one the size of a lemon, and his cock was even bigger. It rested just above them, drooling a steady stream of pre onto the fur of his belly.

She absolutely didn’t want to go further, but where before there’d been indignation and resistance, now there was only hopelessness and dread.

Ravage hauled her over top of him, splitting her legs over his lap and facing her away from him. Once she was in position, one of his hands reached underneath her, grabbing his cock by the base and holding it up so that it aligned perfectly with her entrance. It was no time at all before she could feel the head of it pressing against her slit. It felt hot, massive, and even that slight contact had it throbbing and oozing a glob of precum that smeared across her vulva. She felt paralysed, her 
guts tying themselves up into knots. Was he really going to do this?

Ravage’s hands shifted to her hips, pushing her down. He was. Her own feelings didn’t factor into the equation.

Nata sucked in a breath through gritted teeth as Ravage’s cock began to split her open. She’d known it was big just from looking at it, but it somehow felt even bigger. 

While she’d done nothing but wish for things to stop, her body seemed to be of a different mind. Her folds parted readily to accept him, already slick with her fluids thanks to his fingering, but no amount of preparation would be sufficient for the sensations that shot up through her body at his entry. 

It wasn’t painful—at least, not entirely. It was a lightning storm of intense sensations, half of which she couldn’t even identify, but she was afraid she’d come to learn each and every one of them well by the end of the night. In that moment, though, Nata just wanted to scream.

But the sound never left her throat, because Ravage stymied it in the best way he could think of. He leaned his head over her shoulder and grabbed her face with a hand, turning it to the side so that he could press his muzzle against hers. Their lips locked together, and his tongue forced its way into her mouth.

Their tongues twisted and wrestled with one another while Ravage’s hands gripped her sides and forced her up and down, bouncing her in his lap while she let out endless moans and whimpers into his muzzle. She had absolutely no experience, meaning a mating with someone as big and forceful as Ravage was overwhelming enough that it felt like her brain was going to melt, but he kept on going regardless. Inch by inch, she slid further down Ravage’s shaft, areas ever deeper inside of her stretched open and stirred to life as he laid claim to them.

Eventually, Nata made it as far down as his knot, her lips pressing against it as she came down into his lap with an audible smack. Instead of bringing her back up, though, his arms shifted up and grabbed her by the shoulder.

“Hold tight,” Ravage said. She didn’t have time to even guess as to what he meant before they were both moving.

All of Nata’s weight resting on top of him did nothing to slow Ravage down. He raised himself up onto his knees as if she weighed nothing at all, using his grip around her shoulders to keep her from flying off, then to push her down onto her hands and knees. It all happened so quickly in such a dazzling show of strength that she hardly even had time to let out a cry of surprise until he was on all fours on top of her, front pressed against her back and his cock still half-buried inside her.

Ravage started to move again, not allowing Nata a moment to collect herself before her body was being rocked by his powerful thrusts. Each one of them brought their bodies together with a slap and forced a moan past her lips, the new pace he was setting far exceeding anything they could’ve achieved in the previous position.

Ravage hips were moving so fast and his cock drilling so deep into her that Nata’s tongue lolled free from her mouth and her vision filled with stars, as sharp an increase in intensity as when he’d first penetrated her to begin with. That feeling was only increasing in strength as Ravage discerned what her limits were and gradually worked beyond them, taking her to levels of sensation she’d never before imagined.

Nata whined and whimpered under Ravage’s thrusts, upper body resting limp against the ground and her face pressing into the sheets of the bedroll. It was far too much, but he showed no sign of slowing down. He was going to keep going until he’d had his release. She just hoped she could last that long.

Ravage growled and slammed himself in right up to where his knot began, but this time, he didn’t pull out. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Nata’s torso and pinned her against his chest before rolling onto his side, shifting into a whole new position.

And it certainly didn’t lack in leverage. His grip around her chest enabled Ravage to move her whole body in sync with his thrusts, like she was nothing more than a weightless toy. Every slam of his hips brought his balls slapping against her clit and the head of his dick battering against the entrance to her womb, the new position allowing him to reach even deeper inside her than before.

Ravage’s thrusts accelerated, becoming shorter while at the same time spiking in strength, each one battering his knot against her entrance hard enough that it felt like it was going to bruise. 

Yet that pain was nearly washed away by a far stronger current of pleasure. Nata wasn’t sure when it’d happened, but at some point, that coiling ball of feelings inside her had unfurled—and among its many threads, there was a stream of ecstasy so intense that it made her weak in the knees. She didn’t know how to process it, and couldn’t spare the brainpower to figure out with Ravage pounding her with all his might. All she could do was get swept up in its current, moaning over and over as he continued to use her.

Ravage growled and thrust in as hard as he could, grabbing Nata by the hips and pulling her back as he did so. She could feel the quickly swelling bulge of his knot pressing against her entrance, spreading her wider as it muscled its way into her body. When it got inside her, it was going to lock them together and plug her up completely, making sure she could do nothing but lie there while Ravage pumped her full of his seed.

Had she been the same person as when she’d walked in that tent, such a thing would make her blanch. Now, she didn’t know what to think. All she could do was let it happen.

Letting off a moan, Nata let herself go slack in Ravage’s grip, relaxing her muscles as best she could to make it easier for him to force himself inside her. It worked, and she could feel another half-inch of his knot slide inside, stretching her cunt even wider. It stung, but that only made it more intense, made the flames of pleasure burn that much hotter.

The going was slow until she reached its widest point, then it all happened at once. With a wet shlick, the last half of his knot all slid inside her at once, the lips of her slit wrapping around the root of his cock. Even uninflated as it was, there was no way it was coming out of her any time soon.

But of course, the knotting wouldn’t be complete until it’d reached its full size. Ravage grabbed a hold of the back of her neck in a mating bite, gripping the flesh there hard enough that she could feel his teeth draw blood. She whined, and her hands clutched fistfuls of the bedroll as tight as she could, bracing herself as she felt his knot started to expand inside of her.

It grew faster than she’d expected, ballooning to twice its former size in the span of a few seconds. Nata whimpered, the additional stretching on top of how wide she’d already been spread almost too much for her to bear, but she wouldn’t dare tell him to stop. It needed to be as big as possible. She couldn’t possibly put into words why, some primal force inside her just told her it needed to be as such.

Thankfully, she didn’t have long to wait. After a few short humps, each one jerking and tugging that now enormous knot inside of her against her insides, Ravage hit his peak. He let out a deep growl that Nata could feel reverberating through her spine, and a second later, his dick gave off a violent pulse that she could feel throughout her entire body.

But not nearly as much as what came next. A blast of hot cum shot out of him and sprayed directly against her cervix, easily pushing past it and splattering against the inside of her womb. She let out a scream that, for the first time, couldn’t be construed as anything but pleasured. As powerful and virile as he was, there was no way she wasn’t going to become pregnant from such a powerful insemination—even a single drop of it would likely be sufficient.

When it came to breeding, though, worgen were built for certainty. More and more of it shot inside her until she could feel the liquid heat of it sitting in her womb, a physical feeling of the claim Ravage had staked on her. But it was more than a symbolic gesture; the powerful magic within it was well at work, ensuring that even a tauren like her would be able to bear a pure blooded worgen child—and more, that she’d crave to do so, over and over again.

Both of them sprawled out onto the bedroll, though they were kept locked into a spooning position on account of Ravage’s knot. Ravage wrapped an arm around Nata’s chest and pulled her close to him, nuzzling his snout against her.

“You were wonderful,” Ravage murmured. “I can’t wait to have you meet the rest of the pack.”

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“Come on, you mutt! Are you holding out on me?”

The volume of Elli’s shouting hadn’t decreased in the slightest and her word choice was still just as scathing, though her tone had certainly shifted a fair bit. Instead of anger, her intensity was now marked by hunger, a desire for more that any blood elf would have his hands full trying to sate.

Which is why it was good that she wasn’t in the hands of her own people, but in the capable paws of the Darkfang pack, who were more than willing to satisfy the desires of a woman wanting to be bred.

“Oh, now you’re asking for it, slut!”

The worgen that was then having his way with Elli—perhaps the sixth to help himself to such a privilege—leaned over her back and wrapped an arm around her waist, his other hand moving to her head to press the side of her face into the dirt. She bared her teeth at the imposition, but there was no fear of her using them. She was already far too dependent on the worgen’s help to slake the burning need inside her to dare risk attacking them.

The new position allowed him to thrust even deeper into her than before, each thrust slamming the head of his dick against her womb and slapping his balls against her clit, jutting out proudly despite the abuse it’d already suffered. Her body, beautiful as it was, had hardiness in ample supply. Elli was using every ounce of it in pursuit of mating, as if making up for all her previous years of chastity. Whether she or the worgen would give out first remained to be seen.

“I can...” Elli’s words trailed off into a moan of pleasure when the worgen slid into her hard enough for his knot to slam against the lips of her slit, filling her with a staggering mix of pain and pleasure, but she recovered quickly. “I can still take more, you dumb wolf!”

“I think I preferred you when you were pretending to hate it,” the worgen muttered.

“Too bad!” Elli shouted, pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts. “You’re the one who caused this. Now hurry up and fuck me!”

The worgen let out a low growl at her mouthiness, but he was still more than eager to give her what she wanted, regardless of how irritating she was in demanding it. His thrusts sped up, becoming shorter and harder, each one battering his knot against her entrance. It was big, but nothing that she hadn’t taken already.

With her working to please the worgen with all the same effort he was putting into railing her, it didn’t take long before he reached his peak. With a loud howl, he shoved his knot past the lips of her slit and deep into her body, a stretch that had her sucking in a breath through clenched teeth. As soon as it was inside, though, that breath was released in a sigh. It inflated to its full size, tying them together, and the excitement boiled inside her as she realised it was only a few seconds before she got what she was after.

After a couple more short humps, his cock exploded inside of her, firing a blast of cum that forced itself as deep inside her as it could go. It forced its way into her womb, joining what his packmates had already left inside her, a sloshing mess of worgen seed that left no doubt about her impending pregnancy. The magic laden in it was quickly wicked up by her body, but there was no need—she was already well and truly loyal to the Darkfang pack and the pleasure they gave her, despite her prickly demeanour.

The worgen leaned over her shoulder, panting in an effort to catch his breath. When he glanced down, he could see Elli staring up at him from under his hand with an expression that was a strange mix between ecstasy and annoyance.

“About time you finished,” Elli said. “Unless you’re looking for a round two, hurry up and pull out.”

The worgen’s jaw dropped. She was insatiable; he didn’t know whether that was going to be a blessing or a curse.

A few feet away, Jenei gagged, a sound made difficult to hear due to her muzzle being buried in the lap of one worgen deep enough for her nose to butt up against his pubic fur. Another was positioned behind her, gripping her ass with both hands while he pistoned himself in and out of her tailhole hard enough to force her deeper onto the cock in her mouth with every thrust.

Being as small and cute as she was, Jenei was understandably quite popular among the pack. She’d been knotted, unknotted, and passed between worgen so much that she had to have taken enough cum to impregnate an entire caravan of vulpera seven times over. Her cunt gaped and drooled seed during the few brief moments when it wasn’t in use, and there was enough of it packed inside her that she could swear her stomach was starting to bloat with the stuff.

Though the worgen only busied themselves with her cunt for so long. Once it was stretched out and everyone in the pack’d had a go at it, the ones interested in having additional fun with the little vulpera turned their attentions elsewhere. While some were more interested in seeing what her mouth was capable of doing besides singing, others became acutely aware of the fact that she had another perfectly good hole just above the one they’d spent so much time destroying, completely untouched.

The one that was using it now was the fifth to do so, and at least two others were waiting patiently for their own turn to come. Thankfully, there were plenty of ways for them to find entertainment while they waited.

“Come on, slut,” the worgen using her mouth said, grabbing a hold of Jenei’s ears and giving them a sharp tug towards himself, drawing a muffled squeal from the vulpera in the process. “Do a good enough job, and I might not even have to finish myself off with your ass. Not right away, anyway.”

“I don’t know about that,” the other worgen said, yanking equally hard on her tail as he railed Jenei hard enough for his balls to slap against her slick cunt with every thrust. “She’s getting a bit loose back here. Might have to call it quits.”

“If she’s still able to stand, we’re not stopping. If she can’t do that, then I’m getting at her first thing in the morning.”

The worgen using her rear chuckled, then growled as he slammed himself in one last time, the bulge of his knot pressing against Jenei’s asshole. In a gesture that was likely less out of kindness and more out of a desire to sate his desires on another woman at the earliest convenience, he didn’t push it inside. Instead, he let it inflate to its full size right where it was, pressed against her tailhole while he filled Jenei’s rear with blast after blast of his seed. Each one drew a whine or a whimper out of the vulpera, followed by a shuddering moan when he finally finished and pulled himself free, leaving her tailhole gaping and drooling a stream of fresh cum.

The worgen sighed and wiped his cock clean on the fur of her tail before he leaned in and stuck a finger into her gaping hole, chuckling at the way he managed to completely avoid touching the sides. “I don’t think she can even clench it shut anymore.”

“Good,” the other worgen said, pulling himself free of Jenei’s mouth and allowing her the opportunity to take a long, wheezing gasp. “I like it when they’re already broken in.”

Some distance away from Jenei, another threeway was occurring, though this one was with two women rather than two men. Being twins and therefore inseparable, most of the worgen considered the trolls to be a package deal. Hielo raised no complaints about the situation, being that the only sounds they could even get out of her were forced out when she was underneath a worgen, and Selva wouldn’t object to any arrangement that kept her with her sibling when the alternative was being separated.

There were plenty of other things Selva complained about, of course—her mouth seemed to work endlessly regardless of how the worgen used her—but she never once put forth an idea that would have them taken apart, and when she thought no one was looking, she’d even go as far as to hold her sister’s hand while whispering soothing words into her ear.

The worgen didn’t complain, either. As long as they’d been bred, there was no problem, and that had been seen to quite thoroughly for both of them. With that goal accomplished, they could focus on simply enjoying what the pair had to offer.

For some, that enjoyment didn’t extend to the amount of lip Selva was offering them. Thankfully, there were ways to deal with that while having quite a bit of fun, to boot.

The newest worgen to try his hand at using them had discovered just such a way. Selva was laid out on her back, flat on the ground, with the worgen on his knees on top of her. Her face was deep under his tail, where all of the tongue lashing she so enjoyed could be put to use in a place where it would be better appreciated. In contrast, her quieter sister, Hielo, was put to work in a position where she could be a bit more vocal: impaled on his cock, whimpering and moaning while her twin slurped and licked at the worgen’s tailhole just a few feet away.

It would’ve been impossible to convince Selva to do anything like what she was doing then immediately following her capture. She was so non-compliant that it was all the worgen could do to hold her down and fuck a load into her. Once two or three worgen had taken their turn, though, she started becoming a bit more flexible. Her complaints were as vocal as ever, but now, they could stick a cock into her mouth and be assured that she wouldn’t bite it off—or take a seat on her face and be assured that her burgeoning need to please her new masters would take guide her tongue instead of her desire to complain.

Hielo was even easier. Right from the outset, all it took to have her doing whatever they wanted was a forceful word or, at her worst, picking her up and manhandling her into whatever position they wanted her in. Though she might’ve been a touch bottom heavy, she was still small and light enough to maneuver with ease, and she seemed to realise that just as much as the worgen did. It went a long way towards ensuring her compliance.

The ones who cooperated always gave in the fastest. The worgen could already see it starting: Hielo’s whimpering had slowly given way to moans and sighs, and her eyes were no longer screwed shut with pain, but half-lidded in a telltale look of pleasure.

The worgen growled and placed his hands on her hips, pushing her down onto his cock while simultaneously grinding back against Selva’s face and that fantastic tongue lapping against his tailhole. He cast an eye down between her legs and the thick stream of cum drooling from her slit.

They matched each other beat for beat in terms of attractiveness, that was for sure. It would be easy to finish himself off with Hielo and call it there—plenty of other worgen had, after all. But after everything Selva had said, he felt a need to put her in her place, a need that simply having her lick his asshole would not achieve.

Pursuing that thought, the worgen grabbed Hielo from under the arms and lifted her up off of his lap, pointedly ignoring her whine of disappointment and confusion as he dumped her off to the side. Then, he shifted himself onto his knees, lifting his rear off of Selva’s head.

He looked down at her. The sight of the troll gasping for breath with a face smeared with saliva from her frantic worship of his ass was pleasing, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to hear her, and not just through the bellyaching she’d been doing since she arrived in the camp.

The worgen grabbed her by the sides and, still kneeling, lifted her up so that the head of his cock was pressed against her slit. He could feel the warm mixture of her fluids and the cum that’d already been packed inside her oozing out of her and down along his shaft in warm droplets, inviting him to push inside.

But he didn’t. He just held her there, like he was waiting for something.

“Well?” Selva snapped, impatience finally getting the better of her. “Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

“Not until you ask politely,” the worgen replied.

Selva scoffed. She might’ve been horny, but she wasn’t desperate, nor was she quite that shameless. “What, you want me to beg? Yeah, no thanks.”

“Then I’m not going any further with you.” The worgen gestured to the side with a throw of his head. “Or her.”

Selva glanced over. Hielo was already pulling her eyes away by the time she looked, but it was clear what she’d been staring at: his cock, still streaked with the blue troll’s own fluids. 

While her sibling would never have the courage to come forward with it on her own, Selva had lived with her long enough that she could read her like a book. Hielo was horny. Hell, that word didn’t even come close to describing it. She was burning with such arousal that even a vulpera in heat would blush, and the sight of Selva dragging things out and keeping her from sating it was making it ten times worse.

Selva sighed. The things she did for family...

“I want you to fuck me,” Selva said. “There. Satisfied?”

“No. You didn’t say please.”

Selva’s eye twitched. “Okay then, [i]please[/i] fuck me.”

Her voice was still as sour as ever. She glared at him expectantly, but he still made no motion to give her what she was asking for. “Ask a little nicer, why don’t you? And smile a bit, too. You’re much prettier that way.”

Oh, he was pushing it. It took everything Selva had not to scream profanities in his face. Hielo was going to owe her big time. Taking a deep breath through her nose, Selva put on the most pleasant expression she could muster.

“Please fuck me, sir?” Selva said, her words so saccharine that they made her stomach churn just to speak them. “I need to feel you inside me. I promise I’ve been a good girl!”

She somehow managed to keep a straight face through it all, but internally, she cringed so hard that she was sure part of her soul died. Thankfully, it seemed to be enough to satisfy the worgen, because he gave her a wide, satisfied grin before shoving her down onto his cock.

Selva let out a long, loud moan. As snippy as she was, at some point, she’d started to truly enjoy what the worgen were doing to her. If they’d wanted her to beg for it, she would—but it was clear at least some of the worgen preferred a little feistiness in their slaves.

That was just fine in her book. She got to be a bitch, and get fucked like one too.

Already brought close to the edge by what he’d done with Hielo, it didn’t take long for the worgen to get warmed up again. Before long, he was slamming himself in and out of Selva’s cunt hard enough to have her bouncing up and down in his lap, every one of his thrusts drawing a moan or a whimper out of the troll. 

His hands didn’t stay idle for long, either; they roamed across her body, moving from their position on her hips to trace a path up along her curves, eventually moving up to her chest where they immediately grabbed a hold of her tits. She could feel his claws digging into her skin with every squeeze, but she pushed herself forward into his grip regardless. The pain felt good, because it meant she was driving the one fucking her so wild that he couldn’t even restrain himself.

Perhaps that was a bit more submissive than fit her bratty personality, but Selva didn’t care. She just needed to serve the Darkfang pack, needed to please them so that they’d fuck her more. It occurred to Selva that her priorities had changed somewhat since they captured her, but she thought it was for the better.

The worgen growled and planted his hands on her hips, pushing her down onto his cock. Hielo watched from the sidelines as her sister’s slit strained against the worgen’s knot, struggling to stretch wide enough to accept it. It got a little easier for her to take it each time, but it never got any less intense.

At some point, her hand had wandered down between her legs, fingers rubbing at her clit while her sibling get brutally fucked into a wet, panting mess in front of her. Hielo had barely even noticed she was doing it, and the act brought her no satisfaction. The only way she’d really be able to get off was if a worgen was using her.

She watched intently as the worgen shoved Selva down as hard as he could, finally managing to pop his knot inside her. It quickly began to swell, tying them together as he filled her with her fourth load of the day. Hielo licked her lips and hoped that his knot would go down soon. She wanted a turn, too.

On the opposite side of the chaotic orgy, Nata emerged from Ravage’s tent, walking bowlegged while leaning on the worgen for support as he led her back towards the rest of the pack. She was splattered from head to toe in his cum. Clearly, he hadn’t held back anything in using her.

As they approached the centre of the camp where the rest of the pack was gathered, it became clear to her that the other women hadn’t gotten off easy, either. Particularly the other tauren, Aminata, who looked just as thoroughly used as Nata and was standing by awkwardly while three worgen discussed how they would be using her.

Ravage led Nata over to them, whistling to get their attention before ushering her forward. “Why not let the two cows have a bit of fun together?”

Aminata and Nata exchanged an awkward glance, not immediately enthusiastic about the idea but already pushed too far beyond the realm of decency to be truly embarrassed about it. The worgen, however, were a great deal more excited about the suggestion. After a moment’s discussion, consensus was reached, and four pairs of hands reached out to grab both of the tauren.

They pushed Nata to the ground, then Aminata right on top of her, sandwiching them together. Their breasts pressed against one another, and a worgen closer to their legs planted his hand on Aminata’s ass, pushing it down and forcing the tauren to grind her pussy against Nata’s. Their bodies slid easily against one another thanks to the layer of worgen semen covering both of them. Every motion smeared it further across their bodies, filling the air with the sound of wet flesh rubbing together.

“Looks like they’re enjoying themselves,” one of the worgen mumbled, a throaty growl in his voice.

Both Nata and Aminata were moved to gasp at the feeling of their bodies grinding together, every inch of them made sensitive from the magic of the worgen seed leaching into them. Before they could, though, a worgen near their shoulders grabbed their heads and pressed them together. Their snouts butted against one another in what was clearly an unspoken demand for them to kiss.

Nata had no desire to do any such thing, and made that fact very plainly clear. She struggled against the worgen’s grip, trying her hardest to wrench her head from his clutches. Yet despite her valiant efforts, his arms were simply too strong, and all she ended up doing was straining her neck.

Aminata, while she assured herself she felt just as little desire to cooperate, made no attempt to struggle. At first, she justified it to herself with the idea that perhaps Nata would succeed in prying herself away and she wouldn’t need to lift a finger. When it became clear that wasn’t going to happen, though, her paper-thin reasoning fell through.

At that point, she mentally shrugged and acquiesced to the worgen’s demands. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and pressed against the front of Nata’s muzzle, lapping at it gently. 

Nata still felt the strong desire to pull herself away, but as it’d been made clear she wasn’t going to be able to do any such thing, the only other option was to comply. With no small amount of reluctance, she let her own lips part. Aminata immediately took advantage of the opening and thrust her tongue into the other tauren’s mouth.

If her mouth hadn’t been otherwise occupied, Nata would’ve gasped. Aminata’s tongue probed deeply into her mouth, pushing her own aside as it lapped at her teeth and explored everything her muzzle had to offer. If Nata hadn’t known better, she would’ve said that Aminata was almost eager to kiss her, but the thought was ridiculous. They were both prisoners, and neither of them wanted to do this. Right?

Nata let out a muffled moan around the seal of Aminata’s lips. Regardless of the circumstances surrounding it, the kiss had a fire to it that she would’ve thought only present between passionate lovers. Nata couldn’t help but wonder if Aminata found her that attractive, or if it was simply the same eagerness to obey the worgen’s every whim that seemed to be overtaking all the other women.

Whatever the case, the result was the same. Aminata’s tongue entwined itself with hers, wrestling with it, occasionally even pulling it into her own mouth. Nata tried to put up some fight of her own, but Aminata’s movements had a kind of manic strength to them, and there was nothing she could do but lie there and whimper as her mouth was thoroughly used by the other tauren.

The worgen surrounding her took notice of the enthusiasm of the kiss, however one-sided it might’ve been. They pointed and jeered, mocking the two of them even as they all salivated and touched every inch of the duo’s bodies. Neither of the tauren heard a word of it. Nata was too overwhelmed by the boundless energy of Aminata’s lips and tongue to process their speech, and Aminata herself was entirely focused on indulging herself in Nata’s mouth as much as she could while she had the opportunity.

But even ignoring their words as they were, both tauren could still feel the reaction they were instilling in the worgen. The wolves’ hands roamed all across their bodies, running along their curves and groping wherever soft parts of them they came across.

Nata could feel one pair of hands move into position over her tits, squeezing them hard enough that she couldn’t help but whimper in pain. She was definitely going to have bruises afterwards, but the worgen didn’t let up, only let out a mean-spirited chuckle at her discomfort while he continued doing exactly what he was doing. If anything, he got a bit rougher.

He only stopped when he got tired of palming her breasts and decided to go for a more sensitive target. The worgen released his grip and pulled back, but only just far enough to get his fingers within range of her nipples. He grabbed a hold of them between his fingers and squeezed down, twisting as he did so.

Nata squealed at the sensation, but it was muffled by the kiss and, to her surprise, met by a similar noise from Aminata. Clearly, she wasn’t the only one getting harsh treatment. Another worgen had positioned herself behind the two, and Nata could just get a glimpse of what he was doing out of the corner of her vision. He had both of his hands clasped on Aminata’s ass, squeezing and kneading at the soft flesh there with wild abandon, indulging himself as much as he could in a prime example of a woman.

But his hunger went deeper than merely touching. After awhile of merely groping her, he spread Aminata’s asscheeks as wide as they’d go, baring her tailhole for his inspection. He stared at it, licked his lips, then dove in.

His mouth was about as gentle as his hands had been. He pushed his snout into her ass with such force that her tailbone stung where it mashed against his muzzle, and she swore she could feel the occasional glance of teeth against that ever so sensitive flesh.

Far more prominent than that, though, was his tongue. It lapped at her asshole with an intensity that bordered on violent, far more than she’d ever experienced with any of the other worgen. She wasn’t sure whether he was that enamoured with her, was making the most of a rare opportunity, or was simply enthusiastic about asses, but it didn’t matter. What did matter was the fact that his tongue was digging into her ass so deep that Aminata was practically screaming into Nata’s mouth, and he didn’t show any signs of stopping.

But there were still other worgen, and all of them wanted a piece of her. The impatience of the remaining three grew with each passing moment the one worgen spent with his face pressed against Aminata’s ass, until it boiled over and they pulled him off to get a piece of her for themselves. Aminata let out a sigh through her nose when his muzzle was finally pulled out from under her tail, though Nata wasn’t sure whether it was from relief or disappointment.

It became more difficult to keep track of the worgen after that. Some of them stayed in the realm of their upper half, squeezing the tauren’s breasts as they squashed against each other while taking in the sight of their passionate kiss. Others directed their attentions yet lower, grabbing handfuls of their asscheeks and salivating over their thighs.

One of them went even further than that. Both tauren shivered in unison as they felt a hand touch down onto their pressed-together pussies. A finger pushed its way between their slits as they ground together, coming away soaked in a mixture of their own fluids and the worgen cum that continually drooled out of them, leaving their thighs soaked with the stuff.

The worgen let out a rumble of enjoyment at the sight of two thoroughly bred females rubbing against one another, but he needed more if he was to be truly satisfied. 

“Think they need a bit of help,” the worgen said, bringing both his hands forward and plunging a digit into each of of the tauren, crudely fingering them in unison while he drooled over the sight.

Aminata and Nata let out a shared moan into their locked muzzles as they felt the worgen’s fingers jam themselves in and out of their bodies in a staggered rhythm. His technique could hardly be considered refined, but with them pressed together and kissing while six other hands caressed every part of them, it didn’t take an expert to get them going.

Their breath became heavy in the seal of their lips and the grinding of their bodies got more desperate as those fingers continued their work. At some point, the worgen had added additional digits into the equation, leaving Aminata and Nata each getting worked by two fingers at once. It was difficult to say when—it was hard for either of them to keep track of events when they were lost in such a jungle of sensation, comprised of the ever-present hands touching them all over and the frenzied grinding from both of them as they sped towards their peak.

And they reached it. Their kiss finally ended, both of them pulling their muzzles apart with shuddering moans as the pleasure finally became too much for them. Their bodies clamped down around the worgen’s fingers, gripping them tight as they both shook in the throes of a powerful orgasm, each of them holding the other as tight as they could. The world was lost to them for that brief moment—then it ended, and they fell limp against each other, panting and shuddering as they recovered.

Though that still left the four worgen surrounding them to be satisfied.

They fell in on the two tauren, and both became yet another part of the carnal orgy that would last through the night and into the wee hours of the morning.

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It didn’t take long for the seven women to accept their place, their attitudes towards their new positions quickly mollified by their daily use at the hands of the hands of the worgen. The first signs of pregnancy were quick to follow—the magic that had warped their minds worked just as hard at changing their bodies, making them into the perfect bearers of the worgen’s children.

Most of the women fell into roles as general servants of the pack, to be used by any members who’d taken a fancy to them before going back to whatever duties the day held for them. A few of them, however, found themselves in special circumstances.

Nata and Aminata, of course, were the most exceptional. Taken as the personal concubines of the two highest worgen in the pack, they were entitled to preferential treatment, as far as slaves went.

More noteworthy than that was their attitude towards those who’d captured them. Whereas all of the girls developed fierce respect and loyalty to those who’d captured them, romance was a much rarer phenomenon. Yet be it from the sheer amount of one-on-one attention they got as personal servants or from simple chemistry, both of the tauren wound up with feelings for their masters that extended far beyond simple servitude.

Alpha, as the leader of the pack, was ill-disposed to participating in such things. While he was willing and eager to mate with practically any female who presented the opportunity, involving himself in a relationship was another matter entirely. His initial response was to ignore Aminata’s feelings, refusing to respond to her whenever she made a display of them.

Over time, though, the idea began to take root in his mind. He knew that he was in no danger of losing the respect of his pack regardless of where he chose to place his affections, even in a slave—his men were far too loyal to doubt him over anything so insignificant. Which raised the question, what was stopping him from exploring the opportunity presented to him?

So, albeit still with some measure of caution, Alpha began to return her affections. Though he maintained a cool demeanour and kept her at something of a distance, Aminata was hopeful for what the future held.

Ravage’s advances towards Nata, though they’d gotten off to a rocky start, quickly turned to success. Once he’d managed to break past her shy demeanour, she began to return his affections in equal measure, and then some. Unburdened by any of the same reservations as his father, it was a common enough sight to see Ravage walking hand in hand with Nata through the camp, hugging her, or outright kissing her.

He went further than that quite frequently, to be sure, though he was prudent enough to keep such things confined to his tent—aside from pack-wide festivities, of course, where no holds were barred.

Jenei had also gotten herself a lover. While they certainly didn’t seem ashamed of their relationship, little news of it spread throughout the pack. Their affections didn’t garner the same attention that their pack leader’s did, and they weren’t keen on shouting about it from the rooftops. Still, if his tender touches and the soft tone he always spoke to her were any indication, the worgen Jenei involved herself with cared for her just as much as Ravage or Alpha cared for their own mates.

While it wasn’t quite as romantic as either of the tauren’s relationships, Selva and Hielo had both found a dedicated mate of their own. Their case was interesting in that it was the same worgen for both of them.

The one who’d goaded Selva into begging for him to fuck her, perhaps intrigued by her spirit, touched by her dedication to her sister, or just a fan of troll pussy, took them both under his wing. They were both heavily pregnant, though he didn’t let that stop him from having fun with them both, typically at the same time.

While Selva showed no desire to escape, her sarcasm didn’t ebb a bit, regardless of how her mate responded to it—though considering his only attempts at mollifying such behaviour were by fucking her, it couldn’t be said he’d tried very hard to curb it. Hielo was just as shy as ever, though she seemed to have no qualms about being close to the worgen who’d claimed her, and she did tend to show a bit more confidence when they laid together.

They were both happy enough. ‘Broodmare’ wasn’t the worst fate if you approached it with the right attitude, be that discreet or devil-may-care.

Whether they’d been claimed or not, all the newest captives of the Darkfang pack had tended to their breeding duties well. Every one of them had already carried to term the children they’d been impregnated with the night of their capture, and it only took until the very next morning for them to be on their way to carrying the next. All had gravid stomachs, well on their way to birthing their second child.

Almost all, anyway. Elli, for whatever reason, was particularly fast when it came to such things. She carried a worgen pup in each arm, feeding them both at the same time. Even a glance at her revealed that she had the same fierce expression as ever, though now there was a subtle difference to it, her venom now rooted in a maternal defensiveness. Perhaps not always the most pleasant personality to deal with, but a definite asset to the tribe nonetheless.

Aminata was feeding a pup of her own, though she was a beacon of positivity when compared with the blood elf. She looked down at the child nestled into the crook of her arm with the look of pure contentment that only came with motherhood, rubbing her pregnant belly with her free hand as she did so.

“You’re going to have a sibling soon,” Aminata whispered, reaching up and booping his nose with a finger, smiling at the face he made in response.

Alpha came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her in a surprise hug, chuckling at the way she jumped. He planted a lick on her cheek and, at the same time, reached over and gave his pup a scratch between the ears.

Beautiful child, beautiful woman. Alpha let his hand drift lower, coming to a rest on the gravid dome of her stomach. He rubbed it in a wide circle, feeling the life blooming within. They were even more beautiful together.

The Darkfang pack had expanded its ranks by seven females, along with however many children they would end up bearing. It was only a matter of time before those children were grown enough to take mates of their own, snatching even more women from the ranks of the Horde and claiming them as their own.

They’d have their revenge yet.