Horrors of Warcraft

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This chapter contains NC, M/F, torture, snuff, and undead sex.

Horrors of Warcraft: Lickmarrow’s Hunt

Lickmarrow was bored. Lickmarrow was hungry. Most of all, Lickmarrow was horny.

Lickmarrow was largely unremarkable looking among gnolls. Though no taller than his brethren, he was considerably more heavily muscled and more broadly built. However, his differences from his packmates went deeper than that. Lickmarrow believed that his intelligence set him apart from his pack, but they shunned him for what even the gnoll packs considered to be senseless cruelty. They hated and feared him for his sudden swings from purring gentleness to what was generally fatal ferocity. Still, sometimes they sought him out, because aside from his disgusting personality and behavior the fact remained: He had never lost a battle.

Not that it mattered. He rarely fought any more. Fighting was difficult work and was largely unnecessary to a loner like him. He’d recently dug himself into a small hole in Tirisfal Glades, where most threats were fairly remote and food too weak to fight back was plentiful. Day after day went by, and he measured the time by the number of rabbit and wolf skulls inside his warren. And, as day after day passed, his restlessness grew.

One night he awoke from a restless sleep. At first he was uncertain what had disturbed him, but then he smelled it; the delicious odor of rotting flesh. His chest hair was wet and sticky where he’d drooled on himself in his sleep, and between his legs his penis was erect, tall, pink and hard.

Before he knew what was happening he had left his den and was prowling through the moonlight. A fine mist was in the air, blurring the outline of the trees and hanging over the lake. He savoured the feeling of the cold air on his exposed genitals; tonight was a night for savouring. He savoured the moonlight, he savoured the rotting stench, he savoured the gentle, feminine humming that was just now becoming audible as he stalked towards the scent of un-fresh meat. He slavered over the meal he knew was soon to come.

He crested the hill silently, and saw her. She was gently humming some tune, perhaps from another childhood she could no longer remember, while she carefully pulled the Gloom Weed out of the earth and put it into her bag. She was one of those peculiar beasts that he’d seen so much around Tirisfal, something like a human, even somewhat like a dead human, but walking and fighting like a living one. She was wearing brown leather shorts and a small shirt, also made out of leather. Her hair was so black it almost appeared blue in the moonlight and was spiky and short. Her skin also had a blue tint; Patches of skin and flesh were missing around her elbows and knees, and her fingers had frayed away to just bony tips. Lickmarrow thought her bones looked exquisite. He had earned his name for his preference for licking out the broken bones of his prey, and in fact had gotten in trouble more than once for ripping out the throat of a foolish packmate who had dared to steal a taste of his favorite meal

The sight of her perfect bones, in addition to her delicious stench and alluring voice, may have been too much. Lickmarrow let out a long and resonant groan, barely audible above his own heartbeat. But, unencumbered with such a heartbeat, the undead girl heard it and turned with a gasp.

The end of her song signalled the end of this quiet night in Tirisfal. Lickmarrow was outraged that she had stopped, and howled the unnerving, giggling howl the gnolls are known for as he charged her. She only saw him for one instant; a snarling demon, penis red and erect, thick spittle dripping from his mouth and falling behind him as he ran. She tried to run, unsuccessfully. She turned her back on him and hand’t gone three steps before he leapt on her back, knocking her over with his weight, and dug his claws deep into her back.

Lickmarrow had never fought, nor eaten, one of these odd creatures before. He was unsure how they would react to physical harm, whether they would bleed and scream like the humans or just crumble like an elemental. Well, she screamed anyway, so she must have felt something. There was no blood, but the eight roughly parallel gouges carved into her back were harsh black against the blue-white of her bloodless skin. Together with the leathern shirt he had cut through there was an interesting contrast, but the shirt quickly fell away.

Lickmarrow lay there on top of her for several minutes, listening to her whimpers and salivating. He slowly humped her still clothed ass; the leather felt delightful. His spittle dripped on her shredded back as he caressed her hip, gently, then dug his claws in and pulled them back towards her ass. Again, she didn’t bleed, but made a whimpering noise through her gritted teeth which made him harder than ever before. He’d had enough of savouring now, he needed to taste this bitch, and to know what she felt like inside.

He placed his right paw just above the pearly white crack of her ass; her leather pants were in delicious contrast to her skin right there. With lustful giggle he dug down with his claws once more and ripped downwards, eliciting more wonderful screams and, more importantly, opening the way for what was to follow.

Decisions. Lickmarrow pondered the girl’s available fuck-holes, and wondered how he could possibly choose. He was pretty sure he’d get to both eventually, but still the decision was a hard one. Finally he made his choice, and aligned his sizable bright-red prick with her ass.

He dug his claws into her shoulders and pushed as hard as he could into her asshole; he wasn’t sure which she was screaming about, but she was certainly making a lot of noise. Her voice was still lovely, crying out in whatever gibberish languages those rotting things speak, as he pushed deeper and deeper with each pounding thrust. It actually hurt a little to force his way through her dry and somewhat desiccated rectum, but he knew it was hurting her more than it was hurting him and that was good enough for him. He reached under her and began to grope one of her breasts. He was pleasantly surprised (anything new and interesting pleased him), it felt different than the breasts of the human women he had taken, as though the skin and the flesh underneath were disconnected.

He pushed in as hard as he could, his rage steamed in his belly and threatened to burn him up. With each thrust a slight giggle escaped, which mingled with her screams to make some truly beautiful music. Finally, he reached the boiling point and buried his entire length into her ripped open asshole; at the same time, he tore at her breast with the claws on his right paw. On human women this generally tore their breasts into shreds, although occasionally he’d accidentally ripped one off in its entirety. However, while the meat inside this undead bitch’s breast was shredded, the skin covering it came away entirely. He stood back, bemused, and pulled his penis out of her ruined ass with an audible pop. Lickmarrow examined the piece of skin he was holding; blue-white as the rest of her, the dark blue nipple stared back at him like an eye. Shrugging, he devoured the disconnected flap of skin.

Lickmarrow looked back at the undead girl. She was still face-first in the spongy earth of Tirisfal. Her pants hung in rags around her fleshless knees. Her ass was visibly torn open and was dripping some unidentifiable black, viscous fluid mixed with a substantial amount of his pearly jism down onto her pussy and thighs. It looked wonderful, he thought. She wasn’t moving much, though, which concerned him; he hated to think the game was over already.

This sight had gotten him aroused again rather quickly. Moving forward, he sniffed at the rotting flesh of her legs and ass. The smell of her putrid body mixed with the scent of his semen made him so hard it hurt. She still wasn’t moving though; he had to do something about that.

There was a crack, and a scream unlike any Lickmarrow had heard ever before. He grinned even more than usual; that had done the trick. He sat there eating the leg he’d just bitten off of her violated frame. The flesh was good, it had aged well, but the marrow was amazing; it had been preserved perfectly. He licked and snapped at the bone while she writhed around in new agony, eating every morsel of black meat on the bleached white bone.

He’d picked the bone clean, and felt sated for the time being- at least in terms of hunger. His cock was still rock hard from her scent and the new pain which he’d caused her. She was covering her eyes with her bony hands and it sounded like she was sobbing; she didn’t see him approach. The first sign she had that he was there came when she felt something prod at her ass again; she looked just in time to see him ram what used to be her shin-bone up her brutalized anus.

She started to scream but as soon as she opened her mouth his face was pressed up against hers, his warm tongue forced into her cold mouth. She writhed under him as he forced his supernaturally hard cock up into her cunt; he was holding her right leg up by the stump of her aborted shin, ramming into her dry, cold pussy as hard as he could. He howled as orgasm came again, more quickly this time, and pumped his seed into her rotting body.

Lickmarrow slumped over on her. She was making some odd gurgling crying noises now, which were still quite sexy, but after such a sleepless and active night he was getting tired. He decided he had one last fuck in him, then he’d have to eat and go to sleep. He stood up suddenly, pulling his cock out, soaked with the same black and viscous goo that had been dripping out of her ass. He stomped as hard as he could on her chest, barely eliciting a reaction from the maimed undead girl. Lickmarrow bent down and grabbed her by the throat; she seemed to notice that anyway. Straining his muscles, he pulled as hard as he could. The sounds of tendon stretching and breaking, flesh giving way, and bone cracking filled his ears like music. He came away grinning with his prize; her head.

This was something of an experiment. She was obviously unlike the other humans he’d seen, so perhaps she would be able to survive more than they would, even as much as total decapitation. He stared at her head, waiting for it to move; but the undead girl’s pretty face was still. Lickmarrow felt incredibly disappointed; well, what had he expected? Despite his disappointment, however, he was still incredibly aroused. Slowly, almost reverently, the gnoll levelled his cock at the hollow eye socket of the rotting head.

He thrust in feverishly, thrilling to the feeling of the remains of her eye caressing his cock. It was easy going for the most part but he couldn’t get in all the way, he kept bottoming out at the partition between her eyes and her brain. He was frustrated and almost succumbed to disappointment again when he noticed something; the girl’s head he was fucking then was crumpled into a silent scream of anguish. Without any body she was unable to make the wonderful noises that so aroused him before, but she could still feel everything he was doing to her.

Then he came.

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They found him a few hours later. Two more of the rotting humans, mounted on rotting horses saw him; He was lying there, asleep. His face was buried in the remains of the undead girl’s cunt, which he had devoured most of. Both of her breasts were gone, and her legs were missing too. Her skull had been cracked open and the brains eaten out, but semen was still leaking out of her violated eye socket.

They didn’t hesitate in the slightest. Thinking to take their foe unawares, one of them thrust at him with her spear. Decades of instinct kicked in and Lickmarrow wasn’t there when the shining head buried itself in the dirt. Before they knew what was going on, Lickmarrow was running away almost too quickly for their mounts to keep up.

They ran through a town seemingly populated entirely by the rotting humans; he pushed them out of his way when they blocked him and continued on. Finally, almost cornered, he climbed up a tower erected for some unknown purpose on a hill. He ran up the spiral staircase three steps at a time and soon disappeared from the Deathguards’ view. They ran up the tower after him and came out onto a platform where a zeppelin was waiting to take on passengers; there were several people filing onto the zeppelin, but Lickmarrow was nowhere in site.

He dropped down on them from above, a huge, furry, and vicious shadow. Before the Deathguards had any chance to react he grabbed the female’s breasts and, straining his muscles, brutally ripped them off of her chest. She screamed and collapsed, while the male, terrified, drew his sword. But by the time he had it out of his sheath Lickmarrow was already on the zeppelin, and making his way down inside it.

The Deathguard ran to pursue him, and found him below decks just as Lickmarrow leapt off the back of the zeppelin. Desperate and confused, the guard followed him and jumped off of the back of the zeppelin as well. Although the guard survived the fall, he snapped his desiccated leg in the landing; all he could do was watch as the zeppelin flew away with Lickmarrow gripping the bottom of it

Life was good. He was getting away, and he even had two snacks for the trip; and wherever he was going, he was certain there would be plenty of fine prey there as well.