Druid's Prey

“This is going to hurt. A lot. But you’ll come to love it in time. After a while, you won’t even care when I murder your wife and son.”

Revo Thornbane pressed the tip of her engorged citreous against the tight asshole of her green skinned prisoner, Drarrak Darkfang. She raked her sharp fingernails down his back as he hung helplessly, suspended in the air by vines binding his wrists and ankles. As she pressed the first inch of her cock-like clit into the orc’s ass, she leaned down, licking the blood and sweat from his rock-hard, well muscled and defined back.

The orc grunted, groaned, and struggled. All in vain as the clit was pressed into him painfully, one inch at a time. A mixture of her cum and his own provided a thin layer of lubrication, but it did little to help. She thrust in slowly, dragging it out inch by inch as she worked deeper into his tight ass, his firm buttocks squeezing against her, making her coo in pleasure.

When finally she buried the length of her swollen clit inside of him, she held it there, with only small, miniature thrusts rubbing against him. She lay flat against his back, sticky with sweat, his and her own, and blood, all his. She ran her hands over his body. She listened to his heartbeat, accelerated by the pain and anger. His breath, labored by exhaustion and weariness. Her forked tongue lapped against his flesh as her hair matted against him.

For a long moment she just lay their, her legs wrapped around his, her arms hooked under his shoulders. She lay there, several feet above the ground, completely immersed in the feeling of taking his virgin ass that had never had more than a finger inside of it. She reveled in the feeling of what it was like to have a cock, but could only imagine that her clit was even more sensitive than the equally large member that she felt growing to erection beneath the orc. She smiled in his humiliation, knowing that even on an unwilling level, his body enjoyed the feeling of her hard clit against his prostate. That however much the knowledge disgusted him, he enjoyed being raped by the corrupted elf.

“You are mine.” She hissed into his ear, “And you will learn obedience.” With those words, the elven woman began mercilessly pounding into Drarrak’s ass. She dug her claw like fingernails into him as her strong legs and hips thrust in hard and deep, the length of her clit pulling out and driving all the way back into him. She held herself tight against his body as she fucked him, only throwing her head back to howl and moan in the intense pleasure of it.

The orc thrashed violently beneath her, the creature’s powerful muscles straining against the near unbreakable vines that held him. His struggling rubbed his rough skin and tight ass against Revo’s clit even more, increasing the elf’s lust. Drarrak roared in fury and defiance, but this only elected laughter from Revo, between her own moans and screams.

The juices poured freely from her pussy as she fucked the orc, and Revo knew she was getting closer and closer. The thick, hard piece of flesh grinding against his prostate had caused the orc’s cock to swell, becoming rock hard, protruding out below him, pre-cum dripping from the tip. Together, their breathing became labored. Together, they threw their heads back. Together, they climaxed. Cum sprayed from Drarrak’s cock and Revo’s pussy, splattering on the stone floor below.

Revo Thornebane opened her eyes.

“Dammit.” The elf cursed as she gazed into the stars above her. She lay naked on her back, her pussy soaked, and body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. The sky she looked up at was not that of her homeland; rather, it was a chaotic mix of colors. Waves and streams of magic flowed in the skies above her, and a dozen moons floated above them. While the view was considered by most to be utterly breathtaking, Revo could only grumble with frustration.

The darkly corrupted elf rose, first to sitting and then to standing. As she did she disturbed a stone, that fell off the ledge of her perch…and kept falling, into the void of the twisting nether. Standing there upon a rock floating off the edge of outland, she leaned over the edge momentarily to regard the stone with a mild curiosity before turning her attention to the north. Or what she assumed was north, it was difficult to tell in this shattered world. The diamond mountain of Oshu’gun lay in the distance, and beyond were the fields of Nagrand. Home of her prey.

It had been nearly a month since her encounter with the orc. She had had many dreams about him, many like the one she had just awoken from. And without exception they had each brought her to climax. A climax that she had been denied in reality by a meddlesome dryad who’s head she still needed to separate from her body, but first things first.

She longed for that orc. Longed to taste its sweat and cum and black blood again. She longed to feel his powerful body pressed against hers, struggling for freedom. She longed to feel her clit inside of his asshole, longed to feel his powerful cock ramming inside her own. That he was taken from her only made her want him more. She knew she would likely tire of him after a few months of use, but it did not matter. She wanted him now, and she would have him.

And she would kill the woman who already held claim to him to possess him.


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“Thank you for watching over Tendrik for the night, Nynaine.” Zorja Almadus said as the draenei handed her baby son over to her younger sister, not releasing him until she was sure he was secure in her arms. Her husband, Drarrak, was several hours overdue from returning from his hunt, and her sister had agreed to watch after her child while she searched for him.

“It is no trouble, sister.” the mage responded as she cradled the half-orc half-draenei boy, beginning to rock him, hopefully to sleep. “You know I would never pass up the chance to spend time with my favorite nephew.” she smiled sweetly to her sister.

“I am afraid that will be futile, Nynaine,” Zorja informed her, “He slept through most of the day. He will likely be up all night.”

“Oh, that should not be a problem. I have some knew contraptions that I am sure will keep him entertained.” Nynaine offered with a light laugh, which the boy in her arms echoed.

“Still practicing with the gnome’s tinkering, I see.” Zorja tilted her head, but smiled. The wife of an orc, she was hardly in a position to claim tradition over so minor a thing as her sister training as one of what the people of Azeroth called a ‘technomage’, she simply saw it as a flighty thing.

“You will be thankful, dear sister, that I took up an interest in the gnome’s arts when your home is under attack and the alarms that I have put into place alert every ally from here to Garadar that the home of Drarrak and Zorja is under attack.”

The paladin chuckled at that. Indeed, she was thankful for all the help her sister had given since the day Drarrak, still injured from his ordeal, had returned home just a month ago. The two of them, her husband and sister, now shared a pain that Zorja herself could not relate to. And as much as Zorja wished they never had experienced such pain, she was happy, at least, that the two people closest to her in life could support each other through such difficulty.

“I’m sure he is fine.” Nynaine’s voice broke Zorja’s thoughts, and the paladin nodded as she strapped her shield and sword to her back.

“I know.” Zorja said confidently; there was a reason she didn’t wear her armor as well as her shield and weapon. “There is no one in Nagrand or all of Outland whose abilities I have more faith in.” Zorja kissed her sister on the cheek, then her son on his forehead, caressing his face as she did. Pulling her finger free of her son’s strong grip, she gave them a smile and turned to the door. “I will not be gone long.” And with that, she was on her way.


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Drarrak Darkfang stood among the reeds in Lake Sunspring, his back to the shore. His clothing and battle axe, from which his family claimed its name, rested a few yards behind him on dry land. And his wolf companion, Icefang, hunted near by. A light breeze filled the air, and the waves lapped against his skin. The crests slapped water against his defined abs, the troughs dipped low enough that anyone looking from behind would see his toned ass, and anyone looking from in front would see most of his large member above the water.

For a very long time, the orc just stood their, his feet resting in the grassy mud beneath the waves. The Pale Lady, Draenor’s one natural moon, shown full over head, illuminating the lake like a sea of glittering diamonds, and the droplets of water that covered the orc’s skin shown as they slowly flowed along the cut of his muscles. So heavy with water, his long hair was unmoved by the wind as it washed over him. And with his eyes half open, he could make out the glow of Sunspring Post’s firelight on the far shore.

Zorja wasn’t sure if he was aware of her presence or not. She stood in plain view on the shore not twenty feet behind him, holding onto the reigns of Bozydara, her faithful talbuk mount, who had been named for her mother. She didn't want to disturb his meditation; though their separate faiths often caused friction between them, they respected each other's beliefs. She knew he was at peace in this moment, connecting with the spirits of the world around him.

And if asked, she wouldn't be able to deny the pleasure of seeing his perfect ass in the moonlight every time the trough of the wave reached him.

Her dark green hair swayed slightly in the cool night's breeze. She set her crystalline shield and sword down on the grass, and lifted her shirt over her head, pinning the thin fabric between her shield and weapon so the wind wouldn't carry it away. She rolled her neck and stretched her arms, her ample breasts lifting and well defined muscles flexing as she enjoyed the feeling of the moist air against her bare skin. Her pants were likewise removed and secured under her equipment, and the draenei took a step towards the water.

Drarrak tilted his head back, looking up into the sky as his wife's hoof was first touched by a wave lapping at the shore of the lake. As he stared up into the sky, gazing at the rivers of magic that crossed the stars, he asked aloud, "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough to enjoy the view, love." Zorja said, wading into the lake.

"And how did you find me?" Drar asked, turning around to look at her. His lips curled around his tusks as he saw the moonlight reflecting of the ebon skin of his wife's strong body as it waded deeper into the water, closer to him. When the crest of the latest wave cleared him, Zorja's tongue licked her own curling lips to see her husband's growing member.

"You left a fairly obvious trail." Zorja teased, her hands gliding through the water on either side of her as she neared him. Her left hand circled around in front of her to her thigh, and slid up her leg, over her toned abs, to her firm breast, kneading it gently and rubbing her nipple with her thumb, her finger tips leaving wet streaks to reflect the moonlight. "Rather disappointing, really," she teased, her right hand, moving fluidly through the water, wrapping around his hardening cock, "for the great Drarrak Darkfang."

"Assuming I didn't want to be found." Drar said as she reached him. Letting out a light groan as she began to stroke his now fully erect cock, he pressed his lips firmly against hers and kissed her deeply, lovingly. His hands glided over the water, around to the back of her thighs which were just out of the water. His strong hands took firm hold of her muscled flesh, running up over her ass and further up, pulling her into a tight embrace, and leaving even darker patches on her already dark skin as his wet hands pass over her where water has yet to touch.

Zorja's eyes half closed as she kissed her husband. Her breasts pressed against his strong chest as she rubbed his cock, the large organ pressing against her thigh as she did. Her tail swayed back and forth behind her, skimming the surface of the water rhythmically, in time with her stroking of his member. Her tongue danced around in his mouth, and she let out small moans as the crests of the waves washed against her pussy. She felt his hands- so rough and coarse from countless hours training and laboring- slide back down her back, over her firm ass with a squeeze, and down to the back of her thighs. She felt him lift her up, she wrapped her legs around him and guided his cock to her pussy, and closed her eyes.

Together they let out a deep moan as he thrust into her, filling her completely. Zorja wrapped her arms beneath Drar's and around his back, pulling herself tight against him. Her breasts squeezed against his hard, muscled chest as her nails pressed into his back. Their kiss was broken as she was lifted up unto his cock, and instead of returning to his, her lips moved to his jaw line. She kissed up to his ear, nibbling and sucking on it, whispering to him of her love and desire for him.

Drarrak did likewise, kissing her neck- the flats of his sharp tusks pressing against her skin. His hands firmly gripping her ass and thighs, he lifted her up and down as he thrust into her slow and hard. The lake water lubricated the thrusting, letting him glide in easily. However, the unstable ground he stood on and the substantial weight of a seven foot and three inch tall, well muscled draenei woman in his arms caused him to stumbled forward a bit, barely managing to catch himself, Zorja unwrapping her legs from him to catch herself and help steady her husband, the two of them laughing the misstep off.

"Perhaps, my love," Zorja said with a light chuckle, "We should move to more stable ground." Her hands slid up his chest and down his muscled arms, fingernails tracing over his skin all the way, and taking his hands in hers as she began to walk backwards towards the shore.

"That does sound wise, love." Drarrak replied with a smirk. "How blessed I am to have married a woman who is as wise as she is strong and beautiful." He leaned in, kissing her deeply as more and more of their bodies were exposed above the waves.

"She is a perfect match for her husband." Zorja countered between kisses, her glowing white eyes peering into Drar's lavender ones. When they felt the crests of the waves strike no higher than their ankles, Zorja guided her husband's hands to her mid thigh, then up to where her leg met her ass. Her tail wagged behind her in anticipation, and she yelped in joy as he lifted her up once again.

Drar let out a low groan as his cock penetrated his wife's soaking lips- made so both by the lake and her own desire. He guided her legs to wrap around him, hooking securely under his ass. Zorja wrapped an arm behind his head, pulling him into her, their lips meeting again. As their tongues entwined around each other, Zorja's free hand caressed Drarrak's chest, nails scraping against his skin before the arm moved behind his back, pulling her more tightly against him; her breasts being squeezed against his chest once more as they moaned into one another's mouths.


His grip on his wife and her grip on him firm and secure, the corner's of Drarrak's mouth curled into a smile as the kiss broke for just a moment to catch a breath. The orc fell forward- this time quite intentionally- and landed on his knees; the thick, wet grasses at the shore of the lake providing cushioning for the fall of nearly six hundred pounds of strong muscle. Zorja broke the kiss, looking at Drar with surprise.

The orc spirit champion met the look with a smile, and began thrusting into Zorja, slow but vigorously. Zorja returned the smile for a moment before pleasure overtook her face and she began moaning deeply. Their hands explored each other's bodies; Drar's sliding up and down Zorja's back as he held her. One of Zorja's hands took firm grip of Drar's hair, the other gliding up over his chest to his neck and chin, taking firm hold as she kissed him passionately, letting out a deep moan into his mouth.

Drarrak's thrusting was hard, slow, and deliberate. Every time his large cock penetrated her, it would grind against her most sensitive spots. His slow thrusting was driving her crazy; if she had toes they would be curling in pleasure. As the orc lifted the draenei up until only the head of his cock was within her hot folds, their kiss was broken, and she threw her head back for a loud moan as she was lowered back onto him, rolling her hips to meet his upwards thrust.

Drarrak kissed her neck as she left it exposed with her head thrown back. Growls and moans escaped his mouth and his hot breath washed over ebon skin freshly dampened by his tongue and lips. He moved one hand up over her body from her ass to her breast, rubbing and massaging it, his other hand kneading her firm ass as he lifted her rolling hips up and down on his shaft, the wet sounds of their lovemaking filling the air.

Their lips met again as Zorja's head came forward, and the kissed passionately- moaning in between. Zorja's almost claw like fingernails pierced the skin of Drar's shoulder, black blood trickling down from the wound as she pulled his hair with her other hand, holding his head in place as she kissed him. Her tail whipped back and forth behind her, slapping against the forearm of the hand that groped her ass, leaving a welt on his thick skin.

The sensations around them were overwhelming. The cool breeze against their wet bodies, the waves licking against their legs, the sounds of their fucking, the water, the insects buzzing in the air, the pain of Zorja's nails in Drar's skin. Their strong bodies held tight against each other.

And obviously, the feeling of a tight pussy squeezing wetly against a large, throbbing, thrusting orcish cock as it penetrated Zorja's hot folds again and again.

Zorja's body began shaking and trembling against her husband, who was growing stiff and tense. She released her grip on his hair with her right hand, her left tracing from his shoulder down his right arm, coiling around the powerful limb as she rode his bulging cock. She leaned back, her breasts heaving up and down, bracing herself on the wet shore with her right hand as she looked her husband in the eye, matching his primal gaze of lust and love. Her moans sounded more like growls as she grew closer to her climax, sweat starting to form on her skin.

The orc held firmly to her arm as she held to his, her nails still digging into his flesh. Every thrust was powerful and deep, and he let out low, animalistic moans as her walls squeezed against him, as if trying to force him out of her body. But the look in her eyes told him she wanted exactly the opposite, and taking firm grip of her, he thrust in as deep as he could, grinding over her g-spot and holding there, his cock buried to the hilt inside of her.

The draenei bit her lip, almost enough to draw blood. Her right hand dug into the grass and the mud beneath her- her left clawed at his arm. With a low, loud moan, she climaxed; her walls contracting and convulsing against his shaft. So tight were her squeezing lips that were he a man of lesser strength, he would have been forced out of her as her hot juices sprayed out over his body.

But Drar was an orc of strength that few could surpass, and he held himself deep inside of her. The feeling of her contracting against him drove him over the edge, and with a moan that sounded more like a roar from a wild beast, he climaxed inside of her, spraying his cum against the deep spot of her cervix in hard, hot bursts; one wave of cum after another filling her until it leaked out around his shaft.

Pulling herself up with her grip on his arm, and pushing herself off the ground with her other hand, Zorja pulled herself against her husband's broad chest and wrapped her arms around him, digging her nails into his back as she let out another moan. The feeling of his seed blasting against her spot drove her over the edge into another climax, the walls of her pussy squeezing as tightly around his cock as her arms held against his body. Drarrak clasped a hand on the back of his wife's head as he pressed his lips into hers, kissing her passionately as her second climax prolonged his own.

As they kissed, Zorja lowered one of her legs from his waist down into the water, touching bottom on the thick grass that made up the lake bed this close to the short. Pressing down and shifting her weight to her right, she spun herself and her husband around, so that his back was to the shore. Well. It was for the briefest of moments before Drar, surprised by the sudden change of position, fell backwards with his wife landing on top of him, the lake grass breaking his fall.

Zorja leaned down as she straddled her husband, her hands resting on his chest as she looked into his eyes, a smile on her face. His rugged features were illuminated by the moonlight, his lavender eyes shining like her own. Drarrak looked back at her, her beautiful face hidden in shadows, her features hinted at by only the slightest bit of light from her glowing eyes. The orc reached his calloused hand up to her face, lightly brushing her cheek with the back of his fingers, brushing her hair aside as she leaned down and kissed him passionately.

The draenei began rolling her hips on Drar's cock, her hands gripping his hard chest. Her nails dug into his muscle as her tongue rolled around inside his mouth, her facial tendrils hanging down from behind her ears to brush against his face. The sounds of splashing and sloshing of the lake and its grassy bed joined the wet sounds of their love making in the night air as Drar thrust up into his wife's eager slit. His strong hands slid down her body, one between them to cup and knead her breast, the other caressing the arch of her back to grip her firm ass, one of his fingers slipping between her cheeks to rub her tight hole.

The attention to her ass excited Zorja, igniting her with both love and lust for the orc underneath her. Her wet folds clamped down on his member as the hard, throbbing orc flesh penetrated her again and again. As his thick finger penetrated the tight ring of her ass her lips curled in delight as they pressed against her husband's, a deep moan escaping her mouth and flowing into his. The rough, meaty finger rubbing her inner walls- stroking the thick cock she rode through them- caused her tail to flap up and down in excitement, striking Drar's muscular legs like a whip and slapping down against the surface of the lake, sending water splashing about.

Drar growled and grunted with near animalistic desire for the woman he loved, the woman who's body pressed so passionately against his. The woman who's soaking sex gripped his cock as if for dear life as he thrust into her and her own hips rolled to meet his. The woman who's body his hands rubbed and kneaded, at once roughly and with exceeding care.

Truly, in his mind, that was what made this act one of love, not just of lust; his hands on her body. Their position was not very different from the one he had found himself in a month before. The night elf who had raped him had straddled him, much the way his wife did now. She had ridden his cock no less eagerly- there had been none of the love or affection that guided Zorja's desire in the elf's, but her lustful wanting had been every bit as intense.

But she had bound his hands, knowing that if they had been free he would have strangled the life out of her or broken her in half. His arms still bore the scars from the thorny vines that held him in place. But now his hands were moved to purpose by fiery passion- by love- and not by the rage that had fueled his thrashing beneath the elf. As his hand cupped and massaged Zorja's breast, thumb rubbing her rock hard nipple; as a second finger invaded her ass, thrusting in and out in time with his cock- he was sure. As his rough palms moved over soft skin that covered hard muscle, he was sure. This was not just the product of lust and desire. This was an act of love.

He felt her strong body once again begin to shake as she held tight to him, her hands sliding along his sides down beneath the waves, wrapping around him and digging her nails into his back. Her tight cunt squeezed on his cock as it twitched and bulged inside of her, still sensitive from his earlier orgasm. Zorja felt Drar's body stiffen as he buried both fingers and cock inside of her, the hand on her breasts sliding around her back and pulling her down against him, her breast flattening between them as their lips pressed firmly against each other.

The kiss was broken as both of them let out nearly feral moans, Drar's nearer to a roar and Zorja's to a growl. They climaxed together, Zorja's pussy being filled to the brim with Drar's seed for the second time that night. Drarrak was sure, from the amount of fluids he felt gushing from Zorja's cunt, that the lake would rise from her wetness. As their orgasms subsided the two looked into each other's eyes and smiled,breathing heavily and kissing lovingly before Zorja placed her hands on his chest and pushed off, rolling off of him with a contented sigh.

Her ebon-purple body hit the shallow water with a slight splash, the thick grasses cushioning her. She lay there on her side, head propped up on the palm of her hand as she looked at her husband, running her other hand over his chest. Behind her, her tail swayed back and forth in calm rhythm, causing a ripple of waves to spread out into the lake from the direction of her perfectly toned ass. "It has been far too long, my love," She said as she looked at him, palm gliding over his strong arm, "since we have shared such passion. My heart swells to see your spirits rise once more."

"I would never have such a gap of time between our love making again, Zorja." Drar propped himself up on his elbows as he replied. "And I intend on making up for this lost month." He pushed himself onto his side, leaning in to kiss his wife as his hand slid over her wet body to her ass. Zorja rolled over onto her stomach to accommodate him, her own hand sliding down over his chest to is wet and slightly softened cock, taking hold of the thick member and stroking it firmly as his fingers once more penetrated her rosebud.

Zorja's eyes closed as they kissed; her body trembled slightly in anticipation. She longed to feel the man she loved inside her again in a way that she trusted only him with. She had missed his slow, powerful thrusting into her ass and longed to feel it again. She could tell by the desire in his kiss and his fingers that he was every bit as eager for it as she was.

Their moment of love and preparation was cut short, however, by a thunderous crash from the south east- the direction of their home. The crash was followed by the whining sound of the alarms Nynaine had put in place. Startled, they broke their kiss and looked up the hill- though they could not see the house from there, there was a glow of firelight from beyond the horizon- a glow that would flare with other colors every few seconds. With every flare of color was a roar of sound like the crack of thunder or an explosion.

A magical battle was being fought at their own home.

Without words, the two picked themselves up and made for their equipment. Neither bothered dressing themselves; just the belt and harness to secure their weapons too and from both a whistle to call their respective mounts. Nude save for their arms and soaking wet, the orc mounted his wolf and the draenei her talbuk, and together they rode at full speed up the hill.

And they prayed- Drarrak to the spirits and Zorja to the light- that they would not be too late.