Rescued!
(( An unlikely savior comes to the rescue! ))
It had been two weeks since she had been sold into slavery... at least that's what Rhiandra's counting told her. Twice a day the orc would approach her with his pants down and thick orcish cock ready to rut her in one way or another. Over those two weeks, she had only been allowed to bathe when he bathed, which meant her entire body was covered in his precum, seed, sweat, musk and the worgen's own bodily fluids. She reeked of his scent, the poor woman's nose simply filled with the smell day and night, keeping her constantly on edge and very receptive to every one of the orc's whims.
Rhiandra had been degraded and devolved into nothing more than a pregnant receptacle for the orc's lust, her feral side having taken over most of her functions, fueling her to pleasure her owner using everything she could. Splotches of white matted down most of her fur, the layers of cum fairly distinct, the most recent spooge sitting on top of the dried spunk. She counted down the hours until the orc came back from his shift, nibbling on the loaf of bread and dried jerky she had been left to keep her alive, lapping out of the bowl of water on the floor like a bitch.
With a gruff grunt, the green man trundled into the room, his pet laying curled in a ball waiting his arrival like a well-trained bitch... which pleased him greatly. Never had he imagined an Alliance whore could be such an obedient thing to sate his desires. He set to his business, tugging his leggings down and off and nudging his pet awake with his foot, the worgen grumbling before she sat up, kneeling before her master. A small whimper escaped her lips as that thick, heavy orc cock was presented to her, her nose plastered with so much spunk that she couldn't even smell the fresh musk billowing from his crotch.
She quickly got to licking it, her canine tongue slurping over every inch of that thick member, soft groans of enjoyment spilling from her lips, brought on by her lust-addled mind. The orc loved every one of his pet's amazingly talented laps at his large shaft, slowly losing himself in the pleasure, relaxing after a hard day of watching to keep the settlement safe. He had forgot to close the leather flap to his room, so in the absence of anything to cover the entrance, a tauren had taken it upon herself to watch. The jet black fur covering her body bristled with her breaths, keeping it quiet as well as she could to make as little noise as possible.
Rhiandra's lips were now sealed tightly around that shaft, her snout pushed all the way to the base of the orc's cock to better please him, that tongue of hers doing its best to lash and lick across her master's length. She couldn't pull back of course, the man's grip like steel on the back of her head, keeping her from moving even an inch unless he wanted her to. It wouldn't be long until she was doing plenty of moving, her face slammed into by the orc's crotch, his balls slapping lewdly against her chin with each rut forward, the man taking full advantage of the state his pet was in.
The tauren had slipped inside the room out of view, her leggings pulled down just enough to let her leathery sheath and balls slide free. Her heavy length had begun spilling out of her sheath, coaxed out by the immensely sexy scene in front of her, her hands getting to work stroking and bringing her shaft to full arousal. Meanwhile, the orc had sped up his pace to a hips-blurred rhythm, ramming himself back and forth into Rhia's muzzle with wild abandon, his balls starting to scrunch up closer to his body, signaling that he was about to blow his load down the worgen's slutty gullet.
Rhia began to whimper and whine around the orc's dick because he always rewarded her with scritches, his fingers sliding behind her ears and treating her to plenty of scratches.
"Good girl..." He gruffly muttered, the puppy worgen's other favorite part, and why she always acted like a good little feral bitch, waggling her rump for him... sniffing his crotch in the morning... begging for him to feed her. The tauren watching the pair couldn't help but let out a deep moo at the simply depraved worgen, biting her lip right after, hoping neither of them had heard her. A sigh of relief came next, which gave the orc pause, the man slowing down his thrusts a bit, but shrugging it off and continuing to use his slut.
The worgen's body jiggled with each ram into her throat, her breasts swollen up to B cups with her pregnancy, leaking milk every now and then involuntarily, the girl so worked up she could barely control her body. A single hand moved to her stomach, groaning at the pup bouncing about inside of it, the sanity she had left pleased that it was still alive despite the overly rough treatment by the orc. With a final groan, the orc slammed his hips right up against his pet's lips, his cum spurting load after load into her throat before he tugged out and added another layer of seed to Rhia's face.
"Good girl. You do good." He grunted to her in Common, patting her splattered head and flopping tiredly onto his cot, patting his crotch to signify the final part. Rhia whined so cutely to the orc, placing her hands on the bed and simply cleaning him off, her tongue not missing a single ounce of that amazingly tasty, salty, sweaty cum. The tauren had managed to stay quiet and hidden up until now, deciding to stuff her package back into her leggings and bide her time 'til the orc passed out and the worgen returned to her corner.
She didn't have to wait long, the orc's body going limp as he snored loudly, fast asleep and sprawled out over his cot. Taking this opportunity, the bovine woman trotted slowly over to Rhia, unclasping her leash from the wall followed by loud barks and alarming woofs, which were quickly cut short by a large muzzling hand. That endowed female peered over at the orc, who simply shuffled a bit in his slumber, a sigh of relief spilling from her lips.
"Shut up, worgen!" the tauren whispered loudly to her, holding up the leash, "I'm taking you with me, so don't say anything." With that, the tauren walked her out of the room, nonchalantly striding out of the building and waving to a few of the orcs who were standing guard. Stonard, Swamp of Sorrows is where she was, Rhia recognizing the place even in her deep haze... the fresh air probably having something to do with it. The druid led her new acquisition out of the gates, a sudden flash of magical light later and a huge dragon stood where she once was.
"I'm Kauren, and you're mine now." She rumbled out, picking up the worgen woman in one claw and swooping her away to places unknown!