What happens in Desolace

Drugor Battlebrand, blood soaked axe in hand, stood at the doorway to the cell, looking down at the female night elves, nude and intwined on the floor. In turn, the elves looked up at him, blinking their glowing eyes. He was every bit as strong and imposing as he had been when they had first seen him, though now the blood splatter- some of it his own- added to his fierce appearence. Maluciel and Amonsine had quickly gone from hating orcs to lusting after them, and their eyes lingered for a moment on his lean frame.



Still, they would rather be the ones to capture and rape orcs, as opposed to the orcs doing it to them. To this end their sharp eyes moved passed the warlord to the hallway behind him, no guards in view. Nor could they hear the breathing or shuffling of anyone beyond their feild of vision. Seeing what could be their one shot, Maluciel quickly lept off of her younger sister and lunged at the orc, hoping to open a path for Amonsine to escape. Her attempt was halted by the blunt force of the axe handle smashing into her gut. As she doubled over, the blunt side of the axe head struck her across the back, slamming her to the floor.



Amonsine was caught by her hair as she tried to leap passed the orc, who yanked her back into the room violently, laughing as she tripped over her sister on the floor, landing hard on her toned ass. Drugor now loomed over them, a grin spreading over his face."The shaman who's brethren you killed have been injured in the battle. They'll live, but have asked me to continue your punishment while they recover." as he spoke, he released the snaps of his leather-mail armor, that fell to the ground, revieling his well toned and defined chest, decorated with battle scars and war tattoos. The elves, looking up at him, couldn't help but lick their lips.



The younger, violet skinned elf slid her hand to her breast and began rubbing it eagerly. Amonsine had more than accepted what she knew was her fate, but Maluciel wasn't quite ready to surrender yet. She wanted orc cock in her, yes. But she wanted to be the one on top, in control. She wanted to pin this orc to the ground and rape him until he was dry. She picked herself up, launching herself at the now nude orc as he tossed his pants aside. The scuffle was brief, as skilled as Maluciel was at ranged combat, she was completely untrained at unarmed combat, and her legs were still wobbly from the orgasm her sister had given her. Within seconds, the orc had both of her arms painfully wrenched behind her back, his thick cock sliding between her asscheeks, pulsing against her tight hole.



Never in her life had she felt so helpless. She had justified her abuse at the hands of the shaman in that they had taken her while she was tied up and injured, and they had spell casting which she lacked. This orc had soundly neutralized her as a thread while he was nude, unarmed, taken unaware, and with no magic at all. Yelping as he kicked her legs out from under her, forcing her to her knees, she slowly resigned herself to a truth that was becoming more obvious; Drugor was her superior. She was powerless to resist him.



For Amonsine's part, she was nearly hypnotised by the sight of the powerful orc kneeling behind her sister. She could just see the swollen head of his cock over the crest of Maluciel's ass, and her mouth watered at the sight of a slight glistening of precum. Her hand quickly found its way to her clit, which she began rubbing, moaning softly under her breath. Looking to her sister she gasped, shocked to see a look of defeat upon her face. Maluciel had always been the most dominate person she had known, both in sex and in life. This orc had broken her before he had even penetrated her.



Drugor grinned as he rubbed his engorged shaft against the night elf's ass, looking down at her squirming body. His balls pressed against her pussy, and he felt her grow soaking wet. He looked down at the younger elf- youth being realitve for them as they were both centuries older than he was- growling lustfully as he saw her pleasing herself. He chuckled lightly as he slid his cock down to the elf's pussy, rubbing it against her netherlips, getting it nice and wet. He wasn't a cruel orc, he wanted it to hurt when he fucked her ass, but he didn't want her to rip open. No fun in that. Looking down at Amonsine, the orc grinned wickedly."Little elf, do you want to see me fuck your sister's ass?"



She could only nod, albiet vigorously, in response.



"And you, wench," he twisted Maluciel's arm as he spoke to her, and noticed that her pussy gushed juices as she winced in pain,"do you long for me to fuck your tight asshole?"



The elder elf closed her eyes tightly to hold back the tears; she had been prepared to be ravished by him, infact she had indeed been asking herself what was taking so long; she wanted to be filled with his cock NOW. But she had not been prepared to admit it, not aloud, not to him, not to her sister, and not to herself. The way he painfully wrenched her arm told her she didn't have the right to remain silent; the whimpers of pain and dispair weren't enough to satisfy him."YES! I want it! I want you to fuck my ass, please, please!"



Drugor rewarded her for this surrender; he rubbed the barest amount of juice from her pussy onto her asshole before pressing his hard cock agianst her anus, driving in with a single, brutal thrust. She didn't scream; or if she did it was of such a pitch that none of them could hear it(again, impressive as they all had superior hearing to humans). She had indeed opened her mouth to scream, and her face was certainly contorted in pain with only the faintest hints of pleasure on it. He released her arms and she began clawing and scratching at the cold stone ground as he burried his cock deep inside of her.



Amonsine's expresion turned momentarily from one of lust to horror; she had never seen her sister in such obvious pain before. She wanted to lunge at tthe orc and help her sister, but she was frozen there, her fingers deep inside her pussy, and she was horrifed by her own mind as a thought ran through her head; if she tried to save Maluciel, the orc might not fuck her. That this gave her pause was more frightening to her than staring down the maw of the Burning Legion, but still, it gave her pause.



Maluciel's silence didn't last as the orc pulled his cock out slowly; she whimpered and moaned as the rough surface of his shaft was dragged along her inner walls. She screamed- very audiable this time- as the warrior drove his member back into her, pulling out and repeating, pumping his cock in and out of her, hard and fast. Her moans and screams continued, no longer of pain but intense pleasure, and her face began to show it.



Her younger sister flinched a bit as she felt a slight prick on her arm, but began to relax, and a devious smile began to grow on her face as she moved closer to her sister, to where her cunt was only an inch away from Maluceil's face when the orc thrust into her, forcing her body forward. Looking down at her sister, rubbing her own clit, Amonsine said softly, just loud enough to be heard over the moaning and grunting from the elf and orc,"Eat me, sister. Eat my cunt."



Maluceil looked up at Amonsine in surprise, unable to speak through the moans escaping her mouth. It wasn't so much what she said that surprised her, had she been in Amonsine's place Mal probably would have wanted the same thing. It was the way she said it that was shocking; Amonsine hadn't asked her to eat her out, she had commanded her. Maluceil had always been dominant over her sister, even in their gentlest love making. How weak she must look now, with the orc's cock ramming into her ass, that her submissive sister now tried to dominate her.



The sad part, in Maluceil's mind, was that it worked. Aroused as she was by the orc taking her ass and the scent of her sister's pussy just infront of her face, the night elf could put up no resistance to her younger sister, and she began desparately lapping at the sweet flaps of Amonsine's pussy, hungerily driving her tongue in. The younger sister looked down at her silver skinned sister, and for the first time in her life, grinned sadistically as she moaned.



They both knew things would never be the same between them, they couldn't be. Maluceil would never be able to dominate Amonsine, or anyone else, agian. From the moment she had begged the orc to fuck her ass she knew she was forsaking her dominance forever; if they escaped she would always be subservient to her sister, and if they didn't she would be this orc's whore first and her sister's whore second. She realized, as Drugor's cock slammed against her gspot through her inner wall making her scream in climax, spraying her hot juices all over the orc behind her, that she wanted this; she wanted to be a sex slave, and she didn't care who her master was, but was overjoyed that it would be, in some way shape or form, her sister whom she loved deeply, or this orc who was giving her the best fuck of her life.



Amonsine leaned back, pressing her hips forward and exposing her tight ass hole to her sister. She didn't know what had come over her, she had always been the willing submissive to Maluceil's advances, but now, suddenly, she was eager to dominate and demean her sister in ways that had never been done to her. Looking down into her sisters eyes, she barked a cold order, "Lick my ass, Maluceil. Lick it like the whore you have become..." Maluceil obeyed without question, and not because she couldn't speak. She swirled her tongue around her sister's tight hole before driving it inside of her. To her shock, she is met with a flood of orc cum into her mouth, from the shaman who had taken Amonsine's anal virginity, still warm from being held inside the tight, warm ass."Swallow it all, whore...aaah...don't spill a drop...mmm"



Maluceil eagerly drank down the cum as her tongue swirlled around her sister's anus, writhing against her inner walls. She moaned and screamed against her sister's skin as Drugor continued his assault on her ass; his thick, hard cock pounding in and out of her with more vigor and endurance than any she had felt in her life. His thrusts, pulling his cock almost completely out of her before pounding back in, balls slapping against her pussy lips, had already given her atleast seven orgasms, she'd lost count and now felt as if she was in a near constant state of climax. Her head felt light, her vision was blurred from tears and she wasn't sure how much longer she'd remain conscious.



Drugor moaned and growled animalistically as his cock pounded the elf without mercy. Her body, wracked with orgasm, contracted and convulsed round his hard member as he thrusted into her, and looking down at her eating her sister drove him over the edge, his cock buldging in side of her, body tensing. The orc let out a deep, growling moan as his cock twitched and began pumping streams of hot cum into her ass with each thrust, driving her into another orgasm. As she screamed, she thrust her tongue even deeper into her sister's ass, pushing the violet elf over the edge, cumming all over her sister's face.



Pulling his still errect cock out of the elf's ass, she collapsed in an exhausted heap on the ground. Her sister looked up at the orc lustfully, and crawled over her to kneel before him, hesitently sliding her hands up his powerful legs, resting them on his toned thigh and buttocks. She delicately ran her tongue along his shaft, licking it clean of his cum and her sister's juices. Exhausting all traces on his cock and legs, she slide her tongue up his shaft, determined to get more from the source.



She hesitated for a moment. She had never actually sucked a cock before, infact she had only touched cock twice; her earlier fucking by the shaman and her licking just now. It wasn't his considerable size that frightened her, rather the fear of disapointing him because of her inexperience gave her pause. It was his impatient grunt and her growing lust for the taste of the cock that rested on her lips that pushed her passed hesistation, slowly taking the large member into her mouth, running her tongue along the underside, bobing her head up and down as she worked the length into her mouth, gagging slightly.



Drugor moaned as he took a firm grip on her hair, guiding her along his shaft. He didn't force her violently, if she gagged too much she might bite, and while not as sharp as those of trolls or orcs, elven teeth could still do considerable damage. He'd kill her without hesitation if that happened, ofcourse, but he prefered it not happen all together, so he just relaxed, enjoyed, and allowed her to move at her own pace. While it was obvious that this was the first time she had sucked cock from the begining, she was quickly getting the hang of it.



Amonsine eagerly sucked the green organ, holding on tightly to his rock hard body. As wild with passion as she had become, she was still afraid enough to restrain herself, careful not to dig her nails into the orc, or to touch his cock with her teeth beyond the slightest graze. She knew that the slightest act of aggression on her part could send him into a violent rage, and she would be lucky if he decited to leave her with disfiguring bruises, if he left her alive at all. Still, the feeling of him in her mouth, the taste of his cock and precum on her tongue was driving her mad, and she began to grind her soaking pussy lips against her sister's thigh.



Maluceil may as well have been unconcious on the floor, but she was only in a daze. She hadn't yet gathered the energy to move, but was vaguely aware of what was going on around her. She was laying on her side and was on the floor between her sister's legs, currently being used as a sex toy for Amonsine's pussy. Judging by the sucking sounds and orcish moaning, her younger sister had a mouth full of green cock. Her sister's grinding was inturn moving her leg so it grinded her own cunt, and she could feel the orc's cum slowly seeping out of her loosened asshole. She still couldn't move, but her nipples stood rock hard as light, whimpering moans escaped her lips, completely masked by the sounds of her sister and their orcish master.



Drugor moaned deeply as his cock slid deep into the night elf's throat, begining to buldge. Orcs had great stamina and endurance in all things; they could run, march, and fight long after most other races would have collapsed from exhaustion, save for the tauren. Likewise, they could fuck longer and more often than most other races(though the trolls certainly rivaled them in this), which had served them well in building large populations and by extension, large militaries. However, orcish males suffered from the same setback as most other males did, that right after an orgasm their cocks became very sensitive and they could be pushed into a second orgasm with considerably less effort. Dispite having fucked her sister's ass for over an hour(probably longer, he hadn't been keeping track) before climaxing, her tongue work was about to driving him over the brink in a third of the time.



And so, he forcibly gripped Amonsine's hair on both sides, pulling his cock out of her mouth. She was taken aback by the sudden feeling of emptiness, opening her mouth wide and reaching her tongue toward the head desparately trying to get a taste of him. To her shock, her tongue was covered by white, hot cum spraying over it like a wave, filling her mouth. Streams of cum exploded from his cock, flowing into her mouth where she savored the taste before allowing it to sink into her gullet, and covering her face.



Drugor looked down at the cum covered face of the kneeling elf. His cock was still swollen and hard and he demanded satisfaction. His hands still gripping the elf girl by the hair, he pulled her up off of her feet, catching her in mid air and driving his cock into her pussy. From the tightness and her screaming reaction, he was sure that she was a virgin, atleast in the sense that she had never had a male in this particular hole before. Stepping over the prone elf on the floor, he walked over to the cold stone wall and pressed the night elf impaled on his cock against it. She willingly, eagerly even, wrapped her legs around him, hooking them behind his thighs, and he started pounding his cock into her.



Amonsine held tightly to the orc fucking her, placing her hands on his shoulders and kissing his muscular chest. Her face, still covered in his cum, left traces wherever she kissed him, which she hungrly licked off of his skin, loving the taste of his body and sweat as much as his cum. His thrust were hard and brutal, slamming her against the unforgiving stone at her back, forcing the breath from her lungs. She moaned and screamed as he slammed into her relentlessly, silently praying for Elune to increase the orc's stamina ten fold before his merciless fucking drove her to the first of what she knew would be several orgasms to come.



The endless screams of her sister and the renewed, intense moaning of the orc rang in Maluceil's ears, giving her the incientive to finally pick herself off the ground. Rising to a kneeling posistion, she looked around the room, quickly spotting Drugor and her sister, getting a nice view of the orc's firm buttocks. Out of her peripheral vision, she noticed something startling; the cell door was wide open, and as far as she could see there were no guards down the hallway. Maluceil realized that with the orc so distracted she could escape, with her natural skills of stealth she could probably make it out of the fortress without being detected. Hearing her sister cry out in orgasm, she made another startling realization; she would rather sit here and watch Amonsine be fucked by the orc than escape. Without moving towards the door, she turned her head toward Drugor and her younger sibling, sliding her hand between her legs.



Eventually, Maluceil's lust overcame her exhuastion, and she slowly crawled over to her new masters. Without removing her fingers from her slit, she began licking up her sister's cum, which had soaked over both ther orc's legs and her own. Tracing her tongue up the strong lower limb of the greenskinned warrior, though her efforts were invain. Every time she nearly cleaned the two of them of the hot, sticky juices, her sister exploded in climax, covering them once again. Her tongue found its way to the orc's testicles, licking slowly, savoring the taste. She heard Drugor moan deeply as his body tensed up, and continued, tracing her tongue back between his buttocks.



His mind was much too far gone with lust to offer any objections as her tongue circled his asshole, teasing it before sliding inside. The elf writhed her tongue inside of him as he fucked her sister, holding on to his muscular legs like her life depended on it. Drugor let out a moan of surprise and pleasure, there were no taboos against homosexuality in Horde society, though hetrosexuality was certainly the most common, and so he had never had his anus stimulated like this before. He couldn't deny that it was a pleasurable feeling, the soft, feather motions of her tongue offering a counter point for his hard strokes into her sister's pussy, complimenting the more intense stimulation on his cock well.



The three of them lost in the throws of passion and lust, time was lost to them. Exactly how long the fucking continued, none of them were sure. Drugor's cock had thrust into Amonsine's pussy hundreds of times, bringing her dozens of orgasms before he climaxed into her again. The young night elf so enjoyed the feeling of being filled with his cock and cum that he had to forcibly pry her off of him, and beat her for her refusal to release him when commanded to, though not severly. She even enjoyed this punishment, any contact with her new master's flesh was extasy to her. Maluceil felt the same, and she was obviously jealous of her sister while watching the orc strike her.



Both of their eyes lighted up, more so than usual, when he allowed them to lick his cock clean of the cum and pussy juices that coatted it. Amonsine taking the lead, displaying dominance over her sister once again, the two slowly ran their tongues over every inch of his cock, balls, and thighs. Looking up at his face, they could tell by the sly grin on his lips that he was prepared to savagely fuck their exhausted bodies once again, filling them with joy. To their disapointment, however, his attentions were stolen away by a scout who ran down to the dungeon, alerting him to something of importance that required his attention. The ease with which he walked away, as if he didn't struggle with the decision at all, wounded the sisters, yet increased their longing for him. Not only did he have the body of a god, he had an iron will. he was completely resistant to their tempations. They were nothing but his slaves, and he could leave them and walk away whenever he wished. They, however, were helpless to resist him.



Drugor dressed and departed, locking the heavy iron cell door, and the two elven sisters once again took comfort in eachothers arms. Amonsine aggressively kissed and fondled her older sister, who willingly submitted to her advances. Dispite the soreness in their bodies, which would certainly turn to intense pain in the morning, and he exhuastion they were both feeling, their lust wasn't satied. Perhaps it was the orc cum that filled their bellies, perhaps it was the intensified desire for their master, but they were both still sex crazed, and couldn't stop their bodies from seeking eachother if they wanted to.



Before they could get very far, however, a sound echoing from the dark corner of the room distracted them, both looking up to investigate. The sound was a voice, a laughter with a mocking quality to it. It was orcish...and it was feminine.