Barflies

“Do you know what day it is Roderick?” Allerdyce asked aloud.

“Tuesday?”

“You'd think that wouldn't you?! But its not!”

“I'm pretty sure it's...”

“Quiet simpleton! I'm being philosophical! Today is not Tuesday. No, today is the day I've dreaded for my entire life!”

“Your hairline is receding?” Roderick asked, Allerdyce quickly reached up to touch his head.

“How dare you! Do you go around making fun of cripples and the blind?!” He shouted. “No, today is the day that I've officially been relegated to uselessness....”

“It's just new recruit training Ally. Every ranking member of the guild has to do it!”

“That's just what they tell you to make you feel better! 'Everyone does it!' No my little green haired cretin, only the useless and feeble minded get stuck wiping rookie noses. I should be in Northrend! Knocking on Arthas' door with a delivery of concentrated arcane shazam!”

“What's a shazam?” Roderick asked quizzically.

“Sometimes I wish I could show you first hand Roddy...”

“It's not all that bad Ally. You get to spend three weeks at the Lakeshire guild hall! A roof over your head, warm food, soft bed, and toilet paper! No more leaves and grass!”

“You're a simple creature, aren't you? So, what will you be doing while I babysit?”

“Probably visit the folks. Haven't had a vacation in a while. Once I get back, I'm supposed to go to the Plaguelands and investigate rumors of the Scourge laying siege to the Scarlet Crusade at New Hearthglen.”

“Awesome, couldn't happen to a nicer pack of jackasses!”

“Are you still mad about her teasing you?”

“She said it was 'minuscule' Roddy... A man never forgets something like that.... never...” Allerdyce sniffled.

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A stiff breeze blew across the courtyard of Stormwind Cathedral. A gathering of new recruits stood in line, dressed in a colorful assortment of armor. Allerdyce and Roderick paced up and down the line, looking at each recruit, sizing them up one by one.

“You there, dwarf! What's your name?” Allerdyce asked.

“Brendan! Sir!” the dwarf shouted, removing his goggles to expose a pair of dark brown, perfectly crossed eyes.

“And... your.... profession?” Allerdyce asked pensively.

“Hunter, sir!” Brendan replied.

“How do you shoot?!”

“Accurately, sir!”

“God knows I hope so!” Allerdyce spoke, moving onward. “And you, gnomette?”

“Kaelee!” she answered.

“Kaelee! How cute! And what do you do? Tickle master? Toymaker? Fluffer?”

The gnomette frowned before delivering a thunderous blow to Allerdyce's privates. The mage whimpered as he crumbled to the ground. Kaelee took a step back, dusting off her hands before standing at attention again.

“Warrior, sir!”

“A fury warrior I see...” Allerdyce moaned. “Take note, no humor in this one!”

“Duly noted!” his assistant chirped, grimacing in sympathy for the mage.

“You! Night elf! Name and profession. And if you punch me in the balls I will reduce you to ash.”

“Valdair! Priest of the holy light!”

“Valdair! Priest of the holy light! Your britches are open...” Allerdyce scoffed. The priest glanced down, a confused look on his face as he realized he was wearing robes. “This is why you are here. This is why you are ALL here!” he emphasized, staring Kaelee in the eyes. “You all show some form of potential, but you lack focus and discipline. That's why you were sent here instead of the battlefield. Here you will learn the basic tenets of teamwork! The guild will teach you, I will teach you; and when I say you're ready, only then will you get to wear our colors. Is that clear?”

“YES SIR!” the group shouted.

“Good! Get your rest tonight, because tomorrow we begin basic training. If you survive the next two weeks, you will be blessed with the privilege of serving our Lakeshire guild hall until your eventual promotion to member. Once you are a member, the world is yours to explore and police in the name of our beloved guild. Now someone get me some goddamn ice for my balls!”

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“Ninety-eight! Ninety-niiiine! Oneeee hu—hu---hundred!” the night elf gasped, his body collapsing to the ground as his trembling arms could no longer lift him.

“One hundred push ups before breakfast? That's pretty brutal!” Kaelee whimpered.

“Brutal will be when I make you run laps from Goldshire to the docks of Stormwind with my boot in your ass!” Allerdyce barked. The mage glowered at the small gnomette from under the brim of his straw hat, his usual robes replaced by uncharacteristic olive green shorts with a matching shirt. The top of his shirt hung unbuttoned, revealing the pasty, frail body of a mage who avoided manual labor and melee combat like the plague.

“You're not even wearing boots! You're wearing sandals!” Kaelee observed.

“Then I guess you won't have to explain that 'flip-flop'ing sound coming from your ass cheeks will you?! Now run!” Alley fumed, chasing after the gnomette, throwing a half hearted kick at her petite bottom.

“You think they'll do it sir?” his assistant asked, Allerdyce sipping on a glass of water as he watched the pack of recruits filter out of the courtyard in a cloud of dust.

“Dunno... never ran it myself. I just hid in the bushes outside of Stormwind myself. Waited for the others to come back and blended in.”

“That's cheating!”

“That's using your head!”

“C'mon Valdair! You can do it!” Kaelee cheered, the priest panting heavily for air as he tried to keep up with her.

“J...ju...just leave me! I ca... can't do it!” Valdair gasped.

“Are you gonna let yourself get beat by a girl? Huh? A little bitty, teeny tiny, adorable girl like me?” she teased.

“I just cuh...can't....” Aldair wheezed, his pace slowing.

“Tell ya what, you finish the run and I'll let you touch these...” she flirted, pulling up her shirt, a pair of small, perky breasts falling into view. The night elf's eyes went wide.

“R...really?!” he asked, licking his lips.

“Sure! So c'mon priest! Let's get this run over with and see about shedding you of that vow of celibacy!” she teased, taking off at breakneck speed.

“You know that I'm not that kind of priest, right?!” Valdair shouted, taking off in pursuit.

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“Brendan! Front and center!” Allerdyce barked.

“Yes sir!” The dwarf shouted, standing at attention.

“Up the rope dwarf!” Alley commanded. The dwarf looked around before turning back to Allerdyce.

“Which one sir?” the dwarf asked. Allerdyce grumbled, face buried in his palm before holding the rope in front of Brendan.

“...let's try this one...”

“Yes sir!” Brendan shouted enthusiastically, beginning his ascent up the rope.

“Once you reach the top, ring the bell and come down.” Allerdyce instructed. Brendan looked up to the top of the rope, then glanced back to Allerdyce several times.

“Which bell sir?” the dwarf asked. Allerdyce fought to keep his composure, face becoming crimson as he bit his bottom lip.

“Just pick one...” Allerdyce fumed. A light jingle of a bell was heard before the stout dwarf slid down into view. He landed on both feet, saluted Allerdyce, who nodded in his direction, and returned to his place among the recruits.

“Kaelee, you're next...”

“Why are we climbing a rope?” she complained aloud.

“Because I like to hear you cry! Now get your pink teddy bear panties up this rope and ring the bell!” Allerdyce barked. Kaelee gripped the rope and began to climb, stopping at eye level with Allerdyce, a look of confusion coming over her.

“How do you know I have pink teddy bear panties on?!” she asked.

“I took the liberty of perusing your footlocker...”

“You did what?! You can't do that!” she gasped.

“I most certainly can! And boy did I find some contraband! 'Beef Magazine: Azeroth's biggest cocks'? Kinky!” Allerdyce grinned. The gnomette blushed to a shade of scarlet before climbing the rope in record time, ringing the bell and hiding as best she could amongst her classmates.

“Valdair! Let's go!”

“Yes sir!” Valdair spoke with an unease to his voice. He gripped the rope and attempted to begin his climb. But as quick as he began, his ascent stalled, struggling to pull himself up.

“What's the problem priest?!”

“Nothing sir... just... not the physical type...” Valdair groaned, pulling himself upwards.

“Let's go! I want my bell! I bet if there was some pussy up there you'd find a way up that rope!”

“That's uncalled for sir! I'm climbing!”

“I've seen vines climb faster than you!” Allerdyce barked, watching as the night elf strained to reach the bell hanging above him. A look of satisfaction came over Alley's face as the tolling of the bell rang out through the air. The look of satisfaction changing to one of shock as the kaldorei lost his balance, falling through the air, landing with a heavy thud on the ground.

“Val!” Kaelee shouted in concern, rushing up to her classmate. She slowly turned him over, a fear in her eyes as she looked for signs of life in his face. Slowly, Valdair's eyes fluttered open to the visage of Kaelee's worried face. “Are you OK?!”

“See! I can do it!” he smiled, patting the gnomette on the head as she helped him to his feet.

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“OK, we're going to take a little risk today, and I mean little! We will be sending you out in pairs of two on various quests in the area to see how well you can work together. Brendan, since we have an uneven number of recruits.... I get to go with you.... Try not to kill me.” Allerdyce sighed.

“Aye aye sir! Ye can count on me!” The dwarf cheered, cocking and loading his rifle.

“I'm going to get shot... I can just feel it...” Allerdyce muttered.

“Val! We're on the same team!” Kaelee cheered. “Don't worry, I'll protect you from the big baddies!”

“Just be careful, I don't think you can get out of danger by flashing your boobies!” Valdair teased. Shouting out in pain as the gnomette kicked him in the shin.

“Might want to get some shin guards priest, their kind do that all the time... believe me, I got the scars to prove it!” Allerdyce cautioned, glaring at Kaelee. The gnomette shook her fist at the mage, Allerdyce taking a half step back and covering his groin instinctively, before regaining his composure.

“What's our quest sir?” Valdair asked.

“You two are going to look into a gnoll situation in western Elwynn, near the border.” Allerdyce instructed, breaking his attention from Kaelee momentarily. “Got reports that they're encroaching on farm lands, stealing and plundering the outlying properties.”

“And us? Where we be going lad?” Brendan asked.

“'We' are going to investigate the disappearance of two guards in eastern Westfall. Apparently they were sent out to scout a report of murlocs and never returned. More than likely they're dead. We just need to confirm. Stormwind is strapped for free guards at the moment.”

“Murlocs?! Oh! Ah'll take great pleasure in shootin' the nasty fish faced bastards right in their mommy makers!”

“Take note... I leave all my earthly belongings to Roderick. Except for the contents of the steamer trunk in my closet, got that? That is to be tossed into the deepest abyss you can find.” Allerdyce spoke to his assistant.

“Yes sir!” The assistant chirped, taking notes.

“Everyone report back in two days.... alive if possible... Dismissed!”

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“Gnolls, gnolls, here a gnoll, there a gnoll, everywhere a gnoll gnoll!” Kaelee sung.

“There sure is a veritable 'lot' of the things aren't there....” Valdair observed.

“I'm guessing that big mother humper is the one the kid called 'Hogger'.” Kaelee spoke, recalling the tear filled sobbing of the young child. The family had lost a year's worth of food to the ravenous horde of gnolls. “I have a plan!” Kaelee spoke.

“OK, what's the strategy?” Valdair asked, his gaze focused on the wood full of gnolls, masses gathered around various campfires, with the one called Hogger roaming between them. He watched them fight amongst each other over food and other perceived sleights.

“Well, we can tell they've just eaten. So, I'm guessing they're not in too much of a fighting mood...”

“You sure about that? They still look feisty to me!” Valdair spoke, observing a rather brutal tussle between two gnolls.

“Of course! That's just pack mentality, they're fighting for position in the pack. We're outsiders, no threat to rank.”

“So?”

“So... I'm going to go in there and try to talk them out of their ill gotten gains peacefully. “

“You? What about me?”

“You stay here, watch my back!”

“What?! You want me to let you go in there by yourself?! They'll tear you to pieces!”

“Just trust me on this! Besides, if things get hairy, I know I got a big, strong, thick night elf male watching my back!”

“This is a bad idea... This is a really bad idea...”

“Be back in a jiffy!” Kaelee squealed, an impish grin coming across her face as she trekked towards the gnoll camps, Valdair slipped into the shadow of a large tree to observe.

A squeaky cough cleared the air of the camp, causing four pairs of fuzzy ears to spring to attention and turn to the source. Their eyes locking on a silvery haired gnomette wielding a wicked grin. “I see you boys have been naughty! Stealing other people's food is a big 'no-no', you boys are in some deep trouble!”

“Us? In trouble?” One of the gnolls asked sarcastically. “Perhaps you cannot count, little one. The odds are slightly in our favor.”

“Oh c'mon! You guys don't need ALL that food, do you? And do you really want to fight? We could! Don't get me wrong! Hell, you'll probably overwhelm me with sheer numbers. But, I'm guessing with all that food in your bellies, you just want to stretch out and relax... get comfortable...” she flirted, moving closer to the talkative gnoll, the others' watching her every move. “Maybe release some pent up aggression?” she asked.

“What do you have in mind, little one?” he asked, drawing a deep breath as she reached out to stroke his belly. His body stiffened and shuddered as she ran her fingers up his chest.

“I think you know... I'm just hoping you're smart enough to realize that it'd be much better with a wet, willing pussy, than trying to stuff yourself in a dry, struggling one.”

“What do I have to do?”

“Not just 'you' precious, don't be greedy. I'm willing to play with all you boys...” she spoke, the others perking up, broad grins began appearing all around. “...in return, I ask that you give back your ill gotten gains.”

“What do we do for food? As nice as that sounds, we'll be hungry tomorrow.”

“I'll make sure you guys have something to make up for what you give back. I promise you won't starve.” she explained, reaching down to tug on the waist of the gnoll's ballooning trousers. “Now, why don't we get to business? It's been weeks since I've been fucked, and I'm hurting for a good dicking!” she husked.

Kaelee wasted no time in dropping to her knees, the gnoll's tattered trousers slid down to his knees, a throbbing red shaft bouncing into view. The gnoll panted heavily, hands reaching for the gnomette's head as she moved towards his cock. Kaelee gripped it by the base, licking the shaft from base to tip, rubbing it against her cheek. Another gnoll behind her suddenly found his courage, moving in to grab Kaelee's belt, unfastening it as she helped him shuck her of the confining clothing. Kaelee moaned as the night air hit her shapely behind, lifting her hips up to reveal her pussy to the randy gnoll. He wasted no time in dropping to his own knees, his snout pressing against her glistening lips as his rough tongue brushed her from mons to anus, causing the gnomette to moan around her mouthful of gnoll cock.

“What the fuck?!” Was all Valdair could mutter as he took in the lewd display, he took a half step forward when his eyes locked with Kaelee's. She shook her head and waved her hand, as if to tell him to stay back. Valdair obeyed, albeit hesitantly, whining to himself as he worried for his little colleague.

Kaelee purred in contentment as she serviced one of the males. The other was licking her places that no other male had with his long, broad tongue, rough hands splaying her ass cheeks open so he could probe her back door. “Aaaahhh!” she moaned, letting the cock slip from her mouth momentarily as 'Tongue' squirmed his namesake deep into her guts, his hot breath blasting her privates. 'Alpha', as she called him, gripped her roughly by the hair and placed his member against her lips, reminding her that she still had a job to finish. She was more than happy to oblige as she took him down to the roots, the fur of his crotch rubbing her nose, as his manhood rubbed the back of her throat. Another male stepped up beside her, his fist busily pumping a member she could only describe as 'plump'. She chuckled to herself as she decided to name this one 'Sausage', a groan escaping the gnoll as she replaced his hand with her own, pumping the male vigorously, her thumb rubbing circles under the tip of his dribbling cock.

A much louder moan came from the warrior when 'Tongue' grew impatient, raising himself up, his loincloth pulled to the side as he pressed himself into her well lubricated pussy. Tongue gripped her firmly about her pale waist and began to thrust himself into her, their bodies slapping together as she serviced the other two males. Another gnoll approached Kaelee, this one reaching down below the gnome's heaving body to fondle her neglected breasts. Kaelee's eyes closed in pleasure as the gnoll fondled her breasts through the thin fabric of her tunic, then, reaching below her simple harness and garments, cupped her perky breast in a surprisingly gentle hand. Kaelee reached out to stroke the newest gnoll, and her eyes opened in shock when she felt a smooth groin where a shaft should be. The gnoll gripped her wrist with its other hand and moved it down to feel a pair of wet pussy lips kiss the back of her hand. The gnomette obliged the newly revealed female, rotating her hand so that her finger could run along the length of the bitch's slit, getting a woof of approval when she pressed inward to rub the sensitive insides of its sex.

The quintet found their rhythm quickly, rocking and moaning in a concerto of raw sex, woofs and moans filling the air. Their synergy was broken by Alpha. The poor male could not hold back the flood of hot cum that erupted from his balls, up his shaft, and into the gnomes sputtering mouth. The spasming, spurting cock slipped from her lips as his hips thrust on their own. Streamers of hot spunk splattered across her face and over her shoulder, to land in thick ropes down her back. With one last grunt, he pumped and shook the last of his load across her face. Kaelee cooed in contentment at a job well done, the gnoll patting her on the shoulder as he backed away to plop down on his behind, panting heavily.

No sooner had he moved, than another took his place. Kaelee wasted no time in getting him in 'working' shape, licking and sucking as she had his predecessor. She looked back over her shoulder to speak to Tongue, a smile coming over her face as she saw the gnoll's head was lolled back, that long, sublime tongue hanging from his maw as he pistoned himself in and out of her. “Can we move to somewhere a little more comfortable? My legs are killing me...” she pleaded.

Reluctantly he withdrew, the orgy moving to a nearby tent. Kaelee guided Tongue to his back, laying on some skins as she straddled his waist, quickly stuffing his cock back into her clenching hole, the two savoring the feel as she slid down his shaft. Sausage had a mind of his own, however, and before he could be accounted for, she felt his hands grip her behind, the blunt tip of what could only be his cock pressing against her anus. Kaelee tensed, but forced herself to relax as he pushed himself into her tight ass. She exhaled a bit when his shaft surprisingly slid into her with ease, the gnoll having the foresight to lube his cock with oil beforehand. Kaelee gasped at the feeling of fullness, Tongue's long cock pushing against the back of her vagina, as Sausage's girth deliciously stretched her backdoor. The lewd noises coming from her packed orifices making her face warm with a heavy blush. The gnomette then turned her head forward when a soft hand caressed the back of her neck. Her fellow female had shed her robes, leaving only her cowl. A hunger came from the bitch's pale blue, glowing eyes as she moved a bench to straddle Tongue's body, the male helping her to steady it as she sat before Kaelee. The bitch spread her legs wide, the bright inner pink of her sex appearing in stark contrast to the dark fur and black lips of her pussy. Kaelee gave into the female gnoll's obvious demands and leaned forward to lick and kiss her pussy, the sweet, coppery taste was completely new to the gnome, who would describe herself as berry sweet, with a hint of spice. Kaelee's hands gripped and squeezed the gnoll's furry butt as her elbows rested on the bench, eyes closed as she licked, sucked, and assaulted the tasty gnoll pussy before her.

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Valdair was riveted to the scene. Never before had he seen a female so uninhibited and free in her sexuality. His hand had found its way into his robe, squeezing and stroking himself as his eyes drank in the debauchery. His gaze was locked on the two crimson cocks stretching her holes in a way he could only wish to. It was then that a snickering snapped him back to reality.

“Like what you see?” the voice teased. “We gnolls know how to treat a lady! Your friend will never be satisfied with her own kind...” it gloated. Valdair stiffening as he felt a sharp point in the middle of his back. A small hand slid along his thigh, from his behind to the front of his robes. “Be still, don't struggle, and we both may enjoy this...” it spoke in a voice dripping with lust. Valdair stood in place, afraid to move as the dagger in his back felt all too real to take a chance. The hand parted his simple garments, finding his half hard cock, which had began to shrink in fear. “Grow for me! You're of no use all limp and shriveled as you are!” The voice seemed to plead.

“I'm sorry! It's just not easy with the knife at my back!” Valdair tried to explain.

“No tricks! I put the knife away! But no tricks!” it soothed, a sense of desperation in its voice.

Valdair relaxed as the prodding in his back vanished. The hand that gripped his cock returned, a partner to it soon stroked his other leg. Valdair closed his eyes and tried to relax as his assailant stroked and coaxed him into hardness. He felt what he could only assume to be a gnoll's face press against his backside, the gnoll's hot breath warming the fabric of his robe as it rubbed its cheek against his backside. “Big! Very big now!” it proclaimed with glee. Valdair smiled sheepishly, inexperienced to another finding delight in his body. He found himself using the nearby tree for support as his knees began to weaken. His breathing getting ragged as he could feel himself nearing orgasm. He groaned in frustration when the pleasure ceased.

“No good to me cumming in robes!” the voice explained. “Cannot taste! Cannot see! Cannot feel!”

“You want to feel me cum?” Valdair asked, nervousness tinging his words as he wondered what his little captor had in mind.

“Yes...” it sheepishly admitted.

Valdair turned his head slightly to get as good a look at his captor as the light would allow. Staring back at him was a pair of pale blue, glowing eyes from under a cowl, much like the one that was currently getting licked by his partner. Glancing down further, he could see the small bumps of breasts in the robes it wore. “Come with me... we find a quiet place... Nakcha has much use for you. Their mating makes me want... You can help?” it asked, squirming in place as it stared into his eyes.

“I guess so...” Valdair conceded. He smiled when he heard the small female make a happy cackle that was synonymous of her kind. She gripped his hand with her own tiny paw. Valdair allowed her to lead him by hand through the woods, Nakcha's gaze darting back and forth as they moved from tree to tree. Finally she seemed to find a suitable locale, a large, worn stump lying in the shadow of a large oak, illuminated by the glow of the full moon above. Gently she released his hand, pulling herself up onto the stump before them.

“You come here! Come over here!” she panted, unfastening her robe as it slipped down her small body. Valdair observed the gnoll's now nude body. The clothed breasts he observed before were on full display, thick black nipples poking out from a soft, fluffy coat of fur. Downward his gaze cast, to see her thighs pressed together firmly, rubbing over each other, the fur between them wet and caked with her arousal. “Come now! Here!” she begged, lowering herself to her rear, perched on the stump. She swallowed hard, panting heavily as she drew her legs back and apart, revealing the pouting maw of her pussy to him. Arousal trickled from the pulsing lips as she whined in need. Valdair found himself drawn towards her as she beckoned him with open arms.

The world around him ceased to exist, time freezing, as he drew his hard member from the nest of his robes. All that mattered at this point was her hot pussy, and his desire to hilt himself in it. Nakcha looked up at him, eyes locked as she waited for him to enter her. Valdair grunted when the tip of his erection met with her willing vessel, the snug ring of muscles at her opening snapping tight on him. With his tip in place, he gripped the bitch's shoulders, pulling her towards him as he pressed towards her. The resistance caused them both to whimper in frustration. Futilely, he tried to push more of his cock into her quivering hole, but to no avail. Valdair was about to give up, when Nakcha made the decision for him, wrapping her small, yet thick legs around his waist, pulling herself onto his cock. The dam of resistance broke and Valdair moaned audibly when her depths welcomed him in a hot, fierce grip.

“I use you here... Hump male! Hump now!” she begged. He obliged, sliding himself in and out in small, gentle strokes, feeling her insides tug. She became looser as they went on, Valdair's thrusts grew longer as his cock began making smoother strokes. Before he knew it, he felt the tickling of her furry cheeks on his heavy balls. His lust began to take over his senses, concern for her well being faded as all he wished to do was hilt himself in her over and over, taking time with each stab to grind himself against her. Nakcha whimpered as his gyrations tugged and rubbed her clit. “My hole likes you! Hear what she says?” Nakcha goaded, forcing Valdair to focus on the wet farts her pussy made as the gnoll's sex tried to swallow a cock much larger than nature intended. Her head rolled back as her hands reached down to tug on her nipples, her whines growing closer as they simultaneously grew in pitch.

“Kiss me here...” she begged, offering her nipples to him. “You are close. So am I. Kiss me.”

Valdair leaned forward, his tongue snaking her right nipple into his mouth as his lips closed around the fleshy nub. Nakcha cried out, raking her claws down his back, her moans were tinged with a cackling growl now, the sudden convulsions of her pussy telling him that she had reached her peak. Valdair's senses became overloaded, her scent, the soft flesh of her breast against his mouth, the wet, viselike grip on his cock, and the sheer exstacy in her cries. The priest gripped her small bottom from the stump, pulling her towards his pistoning cock, thrusting deep into her as he lost control.

“Feel! I feel you cum!” she declared triumphantly, hips gyrating against the thick purple cock pulsing in her nethers. A bark of surprise escaped the bitch's lips as Valdair's rapidly deflating cock slipped from her pussy. Two healthy spurts of cum issued forth across her belly fur, the final trickles of his orgasm pouring over her puffy, abused sex.

Valdair wiped the sweat from his brow, backing away from Nakcha so that she could sit up. His rich seed oozed from her stretched hole, pouring along the crease of her behind, over her pucker. “You fuck good male! Nackha is very...” she began to speak, her words cut off as a black blur slammed into her, tackling her off the stump. Valdair stepped forward to see what happened, peeking over the stump to see Nakcha's shapely rear, her legs pointing up in the air, as her head rest against the ground. Locked around her waist was a pair of arms, a pair of legs could be seen under Nakcha's chest.

“You know better than to keep a male to yourself sister!” a voice spoke from behind the gnoll.

“I find him!” Nakcha protested, a whimper coming from her, causing Valdair to back away suddenly. Her legs parted, a cloaked head appearing between them, staring down at her upturned ass.

“He already planted his seed! I want to taste him!” the hooded gnoll lapped Nakcha's sex, gathering the residual semen on her lips, before dipping its tongue into her pussy. Nakcha whimpered as her sensitive bits were explored by her pack mate.

“OK! OK! I share! Just let me lie down!” Nakcha begged. The gnoll acquiesced, rolling her onto her back. Nakcha kept her word, paws gripping the back of her knees as she spread herself as far as she could, allowing her pack mate to probe deep into her pussy.

“Me too! Lick me too!” the gnoll begged, reaching back to tug its robe up towards its head, revealing another shapely fuzzy female gnoll sex. Nakcha looked back over the stump to see Valdair, mouth agape, staring at their lewd display.

“He likes what he sees!” Nakcha spoke.

“Give him a show!” the new female replied, spreading her cheeks, pressing her sex down on Nakcha's muzzle. “Lick! Or I stop!”

“OK Kishka! OK!” she soothed, beginning to lick at the gnoll's pussy. Kiska returned to licking and sucking Valdair's cum from Nakcha's own vessel, the two bitches moaning and writhing as they serviced each other.

“Unreal...” was all Valdair could mutter. He was frozen in place, watching the gnolls do things he only heard of to each other. “They don't teach you about this in basic training...”

“You like?” a voice asked. “My sisters share everything. Food, water, mates, nothing is kept from the other.”

Valdair looked down to see a third hooded gnoll. This one grinned at him wickedly, brandishing an equally wicked looking scimitar. “Which would you prefer to be shared with us as?”

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“C'mon big boy! Let it rip!” Kaelee squealed, cupping her breasts and pressing them together, mouth agape as she waited for the gnoll, that was furiously jerking his cock, to spurt his load. She was not disappointed. The gnoll growled as he fired several ropes of hot jizz across her body, to join the collection of spunk streaked across her like a map. As the last drops fell onto her breasts, she opened her eyes to watch the male stagger off to join the other males who had spent their wads. The female, who she licked to an ear splitting orgasm before, brought her a damp cloth to clean herself with. She had no sooner cleaned the caked spunk from her face, when a deep, booming voice interrupted the silence.

“I hope you're not going to leave the big guy out of the fun...”

“Not at all...” she grinned. “Saving the best for last I hope!”

“You help me with this...” he spoke, gripping his massive member, “... and I give you what you ask for.”

“Now that's a hog...” Kaelee whispered in awe.

“No, that's Hogger...” he corrected.

Kaelee rolled over onto her hands and knees, popping her hips back at him. She flashed her most seductive gaze back at him over her shoulder before taunting him. “Come bury that bone of yours 'Hogger'!”

“With pleasure!” he growled, lowering to his knees as he gripped her reddened hips. She had serviced about a dozen gnolls before him, untold quantities of cum having been loosed in her vagina, but her well used hole stretched to the limit to allow his crimson poker into her depths.

“Oh jeeze!” she grunted through clinched teeth. “Be gentle big guy, I've got my limits!”

“Just because I'm big, doesn't mean I'm a brute. I want to enjoy this, and I want you to scream my name in passion, not pain.” He growled. His hips began to rock on their own, tail wagging as he went balls deep into the gnomette. Kaelee grunted as the thick pole pressed firmly against the back wall of her pussy, the warmth of pleasure returning to her oversexed body, her hips began to rock on their own, matching up with his thrusts so that he pressed as deep as possible with every push.

In no time, they had reached a frantic pace. Kaelee's chest had dropped to the ground, hard nipples grinding into the furs they mated on. She cried out as the fat head of his cock rubbed her in all the right spots, her voice trembling as her whole body began to shake. She reached her peak with an ear splitting moan, this orgasm making her untold previous ones weak in comparison.

“OHHH! AAAAAAAH!” she cried out, the other gnolls looking on as their leader ravaged the poor gnome. Her quivering sex clamped down hard on Hogger, making him grunt with surprise, his hand reaching down to squeeze the base of his cock as hard as he could.

“Take my seed in your mouth little one. You have to... sign of dominance...” he growled, eyes closing as he fought the tide of orgasm. Kaelee quickly moved herself into position, licking his shaft, her deft tongue pulling the head of his cock into her mouth. Hogger groaned as he released his death grip on his cock, the first pulse of cream landed squarely on her tongue, the next fired against the back of her mouth. The following issued forth in faster bursts, quickly ballooning the gnomette's cheeks, as hints of his cum appeared on her lips, running down his slick shaft in rivulets. He held her head tight, his body stone still as he emptied his balls into the diminutive warrior. With a quick shiver, her withdrew his cock from her mouth, a dribble of sperm dropping down to pool between her breasts. The rest was quickly gulped down, Kaelee's tongue gathering any residual cum from her lips. She looked up at the gnoll and opened her mouth, showing him how she appreciated his tasty load. Hogger grinned at the gnomette, stroking her head.

“Give her whatever she wants. Help her get cleaned up and give her some food and bedding. Show her we gnolls appreciate a good time!” he commanded, reaching down for a wet cloth to wipe his cock off with. “We expect you to live up to your word too little one... don't disappoint us...” he somberly spoke, stuffing his cock back into his trousers before resuming his rounds.

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“Ahh!” Valdair groaned in pleasure, his revitalized erection glowing in the moonlight with a sheen of gnoll spittle. The last sister, Makcha, was tending to his cock, her oral skills keeping him on the brink as her sisters licked each other into a frenzy. Kiska was now on her hands and knees, her small rump lifted high in the air as Nakcha licked and kissed her anus. The little black bud was now shiny and gaping from a thick tongue and probing fingers.

“Guess where you go next with this?” Makcha asked rhetorically. She was aware he knew quite well what was going to happen next. “Make her whimper! Show her you are the alpha male!”

Valdair moved into position, Kiska waved her rump at him seductively, Nakcha licking her shapely ass as her eyes also looked at him from under a haze of lust. Makcha and Nakcha both guided his cock to their sister's asshole, the gnoll clenching up as he prodded her.

“Relax! Or you will get hurt!” Nakcha cautioned.

“If I relax, it won't be so tight for him!” Kiska grinned.

“Go! Push it in!” Makcha commanded. Valdair obliged, the night elf pushing against her bud. “Harder! Don't worry about hurting her! PUSH!” Makcha barked. He pressed with all his might, trying to tune out the gnoll's whimpers as her anus flexed and opened to swallow his cock.

“AHHH!” Kiska cried out. “He's thick! Too thick!”

“You wished it! Take him now!” Nakcha scolded. Kiska whimpered a little more, but a weak moan escaped her as she grew accustomed to his size.

“Thrust now... I am prepared...” she reassured him. Valdair began to bugger the little gnoll in the moonlight, her tight anus dragging along his cock as he withdrew, only to be stuffed back in. Kiska's sisters moved to pleasure her, assisting with their rutting. They kissed each other, tongues dancing as Valdair buried himself in a hot gnoll ass, her tail beginning to tickle his belly as she wagged it. Kiska moaned as Nakcha moved to suckle on a nipple, Makcha's tongue dancing with her own. The sight made the priest moan himself, catching Makcha's attention.

“You like it?” she asked with a grin, moving towards him. She moved to straddle her sister's ass, her wet pussy hovering just above the union of anus and cock. “Some for her... some for me?” she asked, her head cocked as she pouted her lip at him. Valdair smiled, nodding at her. Makcha returned his smile, moving in to kiss him on the mouth, her tongue, sneaking in to lap at his own.

“What are you doing, sister?” Kiska asked, “HEY!” she complained as the fat cock was suddenly removed from her ass. Valdair aligned himself and pushed into Makcha's waiting pussy, the gnoll moaning into his mouth as they kissed, the night elf pumping into her slick hole, before stuffing himself back into Kiska's ass. Kiska yelped as the fat cock opened her up again, smiling as she got the idea. Valdair began to share himself between the twin sisters, buggering one before fucking the other.

Nakcha was left out, pouting in jest as she could only rub her pussy, a voyeur to her sisters' playtime. Kiska took pity on her, motioning with her head for Nakcha to move closer. Nakcha eagerly moved before her twin, spreading herself so that Kiska could again lick her wet slit. The foursome went on for as long as they could, each moaning in pleasure as they rode the wave to their inevitable climaxes. Makcha was first, her pussy clamping down as Valdair speared her in one quick thrust, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, claws digging into his arms as she trembled. Valdair groaned himself, pulling out of Makcha's still quivering hole to stuff himself into Kiska's ass, erupting in his own orgasm, his hot seed flooding the gnoll's backside. Kiska's orgasm was set off by the flash of heat from Valdair's orgasm, squealing into the mouthful of her sister's clit. The strong vibrations, combined with the increase in suction proved too much for Nakcha, who reached her third orgasm of the night, flooding her sister's mouth with creamy girl cum. The pile collapsed, Makcha helping remove the priest's deflating purple monster from Kiska's asshole, cleaning the magnificent organ with long, loving licks. Kiska lay there breathing heavily as she tried to recover from her ravaging, Nakcha moving to lap the warm cream leaking from the winking hole as her body tried to recover. Kiska whimpered as she got a taste of her own medicine, her sensitive nethers being probed by a hungry tongue.

“Sleep now male... Your friend is safe... we promise.” Nakcha begged, motioning for him to join the 'dog pile', his head coming to rest on her chest as the two others lay upon him. Sleep quickly found them as they rested off a night of sex.

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“Well done!” Allerdyce declared. “You got it ALL back?!” he sputtered in disbelief.

“Every grain!” Kaelee reassured, the wagon full of stolen goods parked before the lawman.

“Most impressive... there may be hope for you two yet! Slim... but hope none the less!” Allerdyce spoke, gazing off into the distance.

“How did Brendan do?” Valdair asked.

“He's a better shot than I thought...” Allerdyce grumbled.

“Ah told ya it was a murloc lad! And ye told me I was daft!”

“Look stumper! I've been a mage in this guild for gods know how long and I've NEVER seen a murloc in a tree!”

“But it was there wasn't it? And I shot the little bastard right outta that tree!”

“Yes... yes you did.... Though, if I may ask, did you aim for it's groin?”

“Aye! Don't bother with the head lad, a cock shot will always put 'em down. And if not, they beg ya to finish the job!”

“Indeed...” Allerdyce shrugged in agreement. “Oh! Before you two wander off, I got word from Goldshire that your requested supplies were ready. Not sure what they meant. But, supposedly some really ugly kids came looking for them, asked for you two by name. Mean anything to you?”

“We'll get right on that, sir!” Valdair sputtered, blushing profusely.

“Yes! After a nice bath first, a little tired and sticky... I mean hungry! Tired and hungry!” Kaelee stammered.

“What... the fuck...?” Allerdyce grumbled, rubbing his head as the pair ran into the barracks.

“Sir, what kinda pet ya think I should get?” Brendan asked.

“Try a sheep!” Allerdyce shouted, stomping off towards Stormwind. “I need a drink... goddamn noobs...”

“Sheep dinnae fight back....” The dwarf whispered to himself. His look of confusion broke to a look of shock as he realized the mage's message. “Daft, mangy git! Brendan Forgehammer dinnae be a buggerer of sheep!”