Why Uda is called "The Beast"
Why Uda is called "The Beast"
This is a WoW Fanfic of mine, taking place in the horde section of Dalaran. M/solo may be consitered a tag as well.
After the Kirin Tor moved the mage city of Dalaran to float gracefully above Northrend, both horde and alliance quickly moved in. Both factions set up their own section to the city. Where the alliance had a normal inn, called A Hero's Welcome, the horde equivalent was a rowdy tavern called The Filthy Animal. The Filthy Animal was a place filled with lewd drinking songs and drunken horde.
The innkeeper was a fierce Mok'Nathal called Uda the Beast. She towered over most of her patrons, standing at about seven feet. Though she was the innkeeper, her main job was to stop the fights that inevitably occurred. She was known for throwing raucous customers far out the door, and any regular knew her record distance. Her two worgs, Nargut and Rhukah, never left her side, helping to intimidate unruly patrons.
Many a drunk had tried their chances at a night with Uda, despite her rough demeanor (or perhaps because of it!), Uda had a body that drew eyes like moths to a flame. She was lean, her body honed by the years of living in the unforgiving outlands. She still wore the tribal garb of the Mok'Nathal, the minimalist outfit covering just covering her chest and groin, as well as her lower legs and arms. Her large pert breasts strained against the skimpy fur top, showing a generous amount of cleavage. Her legs were long, good for kicking annoying drunks in the head.
But despite the advances, Uda turned them all away. No one could figure out why. She never went after anyone. Many rumors were started, but none held. When asked, Uda maintained a stony silence. Some tried to get information from Abohba, Uda's assistant. She would giggle, but otherwise give the same answer: nothing. One cold Winter's Veil evening, a troll by the name of Jitzul decided to find out why.
The night of the event, Jitzul, or Zul for short, about an hour before The Filthy Animal closed, crept upstairs. Blessing the fact that he was a trained engineer, he drew out his goblin grappling hook, made especially for this occasion, and aimed it across the room. On the far wall, there was a ledge that held the spare ale. He aimed for the space in-between to giant kegs, the squeezed on the trigger. The hook shot forwards, clanging against the wall, and dropping to the ledge. He started to reel it in until it caught on the base of one of the kegs. Closing his eyes, he gently pressed the button on the side of the launcher.
Immediately, the launcher forcefully retracted, pulling him across the gap and slamming him into the ledge. He glanced down as he pulled his legs up, glad that everyone was too engaged in their beer to look up. He sat back against the wall, and prepared to wait.
Zul jolted to a start an hour or two later, having dozed off. The sound of the last singing drunkard was receding down the street outside. He shook himself awake, and peered over the edge. Uda was just locking the front door. Her two worgs perked up at the sound of the bolt, as if that sound signaled something. As Zul would soon learn, it did.
Almost immediately, Uda reached behind her back and undid the clasp to her top, letting it fall to the ground. Her sizeable breasts sprung free, gently bouncing as she walked forwards. Zul stared on from his vantage point in awe, his cock already stirring in his leather pants.
Uda stood in the middle of the room, half naked, and motioned to her worgs. Nargut jumped up immediately and ran over, while Rhukah stretched first, then slowly walked to his master. Uda rubbed both their heads, and then said, "Sit." The both sat. She slowly pulled off the leather loin cloth she wore, letting it drop to the ground and kicking it off to the side. She groped one of her breasts with one hand, the other sliding down her stomach to rub at her already moist pussy. The black worg, Nargut, gave a soft bark. It was then that Zul noticed that both worgs were sporting rather large wolf cocks. He only saw a glimpse or two of the red meat between the worgs legs, but they looked at least eight inches long each.
Uda motioned to the worgs, and they followed her as she walked to one of the nearby tables. She sat down on the bench, leaning back on the table. She spread her legs, said in a husky voice, "Nargut, Rhukah, time to eat." Immediately, the black worg jumped forward and stuck his muzzle in-between Uda's legs, the combination of the cold nose and suddenly pleasure causing her to throw her head back, Zul getting a perfect look as her wonderful breasts bounced on her chest. Zul could hear Nargut lapping at Uda's pussy, even as she gave small cries of pleasure. The white worg, Rhukah, jumped up on the table, bending his head to lick one of Uda's nipples with his rough tongue. With one hand, she reached over to stroke Rhukah's wolf meat, the other tweaking her free nipple.
Zul couldn't believe his eyes. His cock was throbbing at this point, and he scrambled with his belt and pants, soon pulling them down. His long blue troll dick sprang free, begging for attention. Wrapping one hand around it and slowly pumping up and down, he looked back over the edge.
Uda had moved up to the table top, lying across it with her legs still splayed off one side. She spoke a word that Zul didn't understand, but the worgs did. Nargut rose up, putting his front paws on the table on either side of Uda. His red wolf cock lined up with Uda's dripping pussy, and the worg thrust forward into the Mok'Nathal's burning folds. She arched her back at the hot meat suddenly filling her.
Rhukah did not just stand by and watch however. At the same time, he had also moved up, straddling Uda's ample chest, his twitching meat resting in the generous cleavage. Uda reached up, pressing her breasts together around the wolf, and, at the same time, the two worgs began pumping, one into Uda's depths, the other between Uda's bouncing breasts.
Zul was dumbstruck. The magnificent sight below him was clearly something that happened often. He lay on his side, staring down at the scene, furiously stroking his own dick. A glob of pre slowly swelled, and dripped off the tip, falling down to the stone floor. Zul, quickly realizing what had happened, rolled backwards, out of site. Both worgs pricked their ears, but other than that, nothing happened. Zul breathed a sigh of relief, resuming his "activity".
He heard Uda's cries of pleasure get louder, and peered over the edge once more. The worgs had increased their speed, the primal instincts taking over. Every time Rhukah thrust forwards, the tip of his wolf meat stuck out from in-between Uda's massive mounds, and she eagerly lapped at it, taking as much into her mouth as she could before it retreated.
Suddenly, Nargut howled, and hilted himself in Uda, his knot swelling, locking them together. He came, thick ropes of worg seed shooting up inside Uda, the molten warmth causing her to writhe in her own orgasm. As this happened, Rhukah jumped down to stand behind Nargut. Soon, Nargut pulled out, only to be instantly replaced with Rhukah's throbbing member. He began pumping into Uda's already cream filled snatch, the obscene squelching noised echoing around the empty room. He didn't take very long, already well prepared from the titfuck, and soon howled as well, knotting himself into Uda. Rhukah came hard, shooting bolts of cum into Uda's filled pussy, the thick knot preventing any seed from escaping.
From his vantage point, Zul could see Uda's stomach swell to accommodate the huge amount of cum now filling her. He watched in amazement as the older worg continued to cum, lasting much longer than his brother. After he finally stopped cumming, he slowly pulled out. As Uda stood up, cum dribbled down her legs, pooling at her feet. As her belly slowly returned to normal size, she reached down, scooping a glob of cum on her fingers, and slowly sucking it off. She licked her lips, and proceeded to clean herself off, one scoop at a time.
This was too much for Zul. He laid on his back, furiously pumping his cock, feeling himself get close. He came, shooting his load up into the air, arcing back to splatter on his chest, the floor next to him, one even hitting the keg behind him. He panted, worn out by the experience, quickly falling asleep. He dreamed of Uda, fucking that perfect body of hers. One day, maybe it would come true.