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**Strong, black jaws closed around the nape of Kelidanya's neck. With a well-practiced motion, the apparent mountain lioness lifted her hips, curling her tail up and away from the soft hips rubbing against her rump. She shivered, something hot, wet, and warm nudging up between her hind legs - something far more familiar than should be.

She was alone with Gren, the big, black lion, but she learned not to resist him. The smell of her magically enhanced heat still coated the small pen like a fog, arousing the male even long after Kelidanya's heat had worn off. Growling, Gren shifting his hind legs, leaning forward until his tip tickled her puffy vulva. She spread her legs, bracing herself.

She had no choice but to submit to him. Kelidanya had never excelled at combat. Indeed, she'd only been chosen for this dangerous mission based on the strength of her stealth; she, unlike the others, could transform into the spitting image of a lion, devoid of any and all markings that would give her away as a Night Elf druid. The young elf, however, hadn't counted on being captured and 'tamed' by a powerful Horde hunter! Not knowing Kelidanya's true nature, the hunter, Zagna Orgotha Deathblade, had given the lioness over to her pet, Gren, to do with as he pleased.

And so he did. Kelidanya yowled as Gren rolled his hips forward, his tapered cock violating her for what seemed like the hundredth time. Or was it two hundred? She'd lost count. Her lips spread wetly around him, engulfing him and sending a thrill through the lioness's body. Digging her claws into the ground, Kelidanya arched her back to meet him, pushing back. She cried out, moaning.

As much as she hated to admit it, Kelidanya enjoyed the violent, controlling thrusts of the massive lion. Every day for over a week, she'd panted and moaned beneath Gren, completely at his mercy. The lioness belonged to him, now, eagerly awaiting his next demanding growl. Gren had been her first; now, by Gren alone, she was as far from a virgin as it seemed possible to be. He pounded her, nose wrinkling up as he prepared to let loose another volley of lion seed deep inside of her. To no avail, of course. He'd already filled her womb with cubs.

Kelidanya was perilously close to losing herself completely. She no longer balked at eating raw meat and drinking from a bowl - she needed her strength for Gren. She had known she was pregnant almost immediately, but now, almost two weeks later, she swore she could feel the growing cubs inside of her. Until they were born, no amount of magical power would allow Kelidanya to change forms, but even afterward, what prospects did the lioness have? While Zagna's druid friend, Kaduum, occasionally checked in on her, Zagna had yet to return. Trapped in the middle of the Crossroads, in a locked pen, she would be just as trapped whether she could transform or not. Unless something changed, she might very well give birth, wean her cubs, go into heat, and get knocked up again. Slowly, Kelidanya was coming to terms with her new life.

One thing kept her sane, however: the mission. Kelidanya had been sent to scout out Horde troop movements for the Silverwing Sentinels. What she had found was a full-scale training and recruitment camp, bristling with Orcs, Trolls, and even the Undead, with fresh lumber for siege weaponry. She had to return to report what looked to be preparations for a full-scale invasion! Her sense of duty kept her sane...at least in those moment when Gren was not crawling on her back.

Kelidanya humped her hips around him, yowling. The first few days, Sikwa, the stable master, had come to investigate the screeches, to make sure everything was alright. Now, though, anyone who frequented the stables immediately recognized the plaintive cries of the two, most prolific charges. That suited Kelidanya just fine; better they hear but not see her. Heat still rushed to her face whenever Kaduum's arrival coincided with another mating from Gren.

Indeed, the only good thing about Sikwa's and Kaduum's occasional visits was their loud conversations in Orcish. Though both were Tauren, they apparently kept up their common tongue, and Kelidanya listened intently (when she wasn't otherwise distracted). She'd managed to pick up a few words, here and there, and the more she could piece together, the faster she learned, like Adalarian's jigsaw puzzles. Her childhood, playing with that aged Night Elf's toys seemed so long ago...

Gren's rapid thrusts pushed and pulled her aching pussy, the half-flared barbs sending an exquisite pleasure and pain through her hindquarters. Kelidanya cried and moaned until her voice was raw, held firmly in place by the black lion's claws and teeth. As unusual, there was nothing she could do except groan and rock her hips - the rest was up to Gren.

Faster and faster he humped, biting harder around her neck as his tail lashed back and forth. She could feel he was getting close, and shuddering, she braced herself. The dull ache of his barbs to this point was nothing compared to the dismount. She dropped her jaw, trembling as she felt a hot gush of seed spurt deep inside of her.

Yrwarl!

Then, with a roar, the big, black lion ripped his fully-flared cock free from her clenching cunt, the raised barbs digging deep into her sensitive inner walls. For a handful of moments, there was nothing in the world for Kelidanya except pain, even though she had fully anticipated the wrenching in her guts. Before, she might have turned on Gren himself, launching herself with teeth and claws at the hapless male. Now, she knew she couldn't blame him. He was just an animal, doing what came naturally. Her walls squeezed and clenched, grasping nothing, the brief agony slowly fading into a deep sense of loss. She ached for Gren, desperate to feel her hot, sopping passageway satisfyingly full.

Soon enough, she knew, yowling mournfully. She had spent weeks alone in the stables with Gren, and there was simply nothing to do...except mate. Gren would take her one way or another, and she'd found that moaning beneath him willingly was both the easiest on her, and a welcome break from the boredom. If her calculations were correct, he'd be on and in her within another ten minutes. She couldn't wait, and yet she must. She could roll around on her back, spreading her legs for him all day, but Gren had the final say, as always, for Kelidanya's body.

Still, it couldn't hurt to try. Flopping onto her back, Kelidanya purred playfully, her tail and legs splayed to give the black lion a wonderful view of her glistening, cum-soaked pussy. She might have cleaned herself up, but she'd found that he grew more interested, more quickly if she left his mark dribbling out of her. But Gren turned away from her, padding into a corner to lie down.

And that's how she looked when Zagna finally returned. The Orc woman suddenly appeared at the gate, nearly stopping Kelidanya's heart. The lioness yelped, flipping over onto her stomach, but Zagna's wide eyes made it clear that the hunter's sharp eyes had taken in every detail: Kelidanya, on her back, leaking pussy proudly presented for the world to see. Beside her stood the humongous tiger, Bangaloo, her first and most powerful pet. Kelidanya shivered at his intense, predatory stare.

<Alright, come on, Gren. I'm off to hob-nob with Ormak Grimshot. You know as well as I do that he hates tigers,> Zagna said, though the Night Elf couldn't understand a word beyond 'come on, Gren'. <Stubborn huntsmaster refuses to accept the existence of any cat larger than his worg.>

Kelidanya watched, tail flicking, as Zagna pulled the rusty gate open with a loud creak! Gren padded forward, but Bangaloo stepped lithely through the entrance first. Into the same pen as her! The lioness froze. Gren's master meant to swap cats, leaving the trapped Night Elf druid with the tiger. Bangaloo was easily twice her size, and his gaze held none of the affection that Kelidanya had come to see in Gren's eyes. Would the orange and black tiger leave her alone, or would her lingering heat scent draw him to her as quickly (and often) as Gren?

The black lion waited patiently for Bangaloo to stride dangerously into the small pen. The tiger was so large that he had to brush up against the paralyzed Kelidanya, walking behind her. She trembled. She could not let this happen!

As soon as the lion passed by, Kelidanya bolted through the gate, leaving Zagna and Gren with dropped jaws. Desperately, the former Night Elf rubbed up against the orc huntress, purring.

Zagna looked down, absently scratching Kelidanya behind the ears. <You want to come, little one? I suppose you're even smaller. Gren is almost as large as Grimfang. Perhaps the old Orc will see you as a mark of humility on my part. I could use all the help I can get.>

While Kelidanya had no idea where she would be going, wherever it was had to be better that trapped in a cage with Bangaloo! Perhaps she'd even find a chance to slip off into the wilderness and return to Ashenvale. She'd need to be sneaky. Hunters, be they Elf or Orc, were renowned for their speed over land, and Kelidanya had yet to master the stormcrow, much less the swift-footed cheetah. Besides, an Orc of Zagna's stature surely possessed a mount of some sort.

Zagna closed the gate with a clunk. <You two behave,> she commanded, before walking toward the exit of the stables. Mewling, the mountain lioness quickly fell in step. She couldn't risk the hunter realizing there was something off about her.

Kelidanya emerged into the daylight for the first time in weeks, and had to squint as her eyes adjusted. The Crossroads was as busy as she remembered, and much progress had been made on the many catapults being constructed. Well-formed units marched in time, following orders with precision, where nearby, bedraggled Orcs and Trolls tried to emulate the motions unsuccessfully. New recruits, but the current units had seemed just as unskilled two weeks before. In short order, the battalion at the Crossroads would become an army. She had to escape.

She only took two steps in the crisp air before she felt the dampness trickling down her inner thighs. She cursed. Why hadn't she taken the time to clean her soiled rump? She couldn't stop now, lest she fall behind. For the second time, Kelidanya found herself padding along through the Crossroads behind her 'master', glistening vulva showing anyone who cared to look exactly what she had been doing a few short minutes before. Her face burned, but at least the blush wouldn't be visible to onlookers.

Whether Zagna owned a mount remained to be seen, as the Orc huntress walked immediately to the flight master. Kelidanya balked as a massive wyvern flew down to greet the two of them. Half-lion, half-bat, wyverns were among the fastest and strongest flyers in the Horde, and their primary means of fast travel. A long, venom-filled, pointed tail twitched as he regarded the Orc and her 'pet'. Zagna handed the flight master several coins, saying, <Well met, Devrak.>

<Where are you heading?> the gruff, male Orc asked.

While the two Orcs spoke, Kelidanya froze, noticing the wyvern's persistent gaze. His lion-like head sported massive fangs, but it was his sniffing that concerned the druid the most. Kelidanya sat down, hiding her smelly rump. She wasn't ready to find out whether wyverns found true lions appealing.

<Off with you then!> he said, adding, "Lok'tar ogar!"

Victory or death. Kelidanya had heard 'Orgrimmar' during the brief conversation, immediately recognizing the massive, Orc capital city. Thousands of enemies would live there, and any one of them might recognize her true nature and it would all be over. Still, it was too late to turn back now, and if she did, only the icy stare of Bangaloo would await her.

<Here, girl,> Zagna said, and for once, Kelidanya fully understood her master, even without the Orc's gentle patting of Kelidanya's place on the wyvern's saddle. Tentatively, Kelidanya climbed up onto the massive creature's back, curling up behind Zagna's place. The Orc hoisted herself up, and before Kelidanya could yowl in nervous anticipation, they were off!

The great wyvern lifted himself into the air with three, powerful thrashes of his front legs. Up, up, and up they went, and though Kelidanya had flown on hippogryphs many times in her young life, this was an entirely different experience. Wyverns bobbed up and down in the air significantly, like a ship on stormy waters. Worse, Kelidanya had no special way to hold on, jostling in her saddle-seat. Fur standing on end, the lioness dug her claws into the thick leather and held on for dear life, terrain falling away behind them as the wyvern powered towards the great city of Orgrimmar.

<I suppose I'd better go ahead and give you a name,> Zagna said, sighing. She glanced back at the big cat, glaring at Kelidanya. The Night Elf tried to piece together the words, and quickly managed to get the gist, but why was the Orc shooting daggers from her eyes? Had Kelidanya done something wrong?

Kelidanya flattened her ears, expecting the worst, but Zagna simply said, <I suppose 'Kitten' will do.>

Kitten. Well, it could be worse. Kelidanya had feared something even more humiliating, like 'Tail-lifter'. Certainly, until today, all Zagna had seemed to expect from Kelidanya was to satisfy Gren's every whim. She lifted her ears, as content as she was going to be. Below, the yellowed grass of the Barrens faded abruptly away to the red rocks of Durotar, named for Warchief Thrall's father. Such an inhospitable land, yet the Orcs had managed to thrive here, now threatening the Night Elf empire itself!

Finally, the wyvern flapped his wings slowly, descending upon the city. All thoughts of escape fled Kelidanya's mind: they landed on the upper floor of a tower in the exact middle of the massive city. Hundreds of Orcs, Trolls, Undead, and Tauren scampered along the wooden upper levels, or down on the dusty basin. Orgrimmar itself was built into a huge canyon, three of its sides composed of impenetrable rock. The city was almost immune to invasion, which, on the flip side, meant Kelidanya had no chance of escape.

She leapt from the back of the wyvern appreciatively, too nervous from the flight to remember to clean her damp rump. As she walked away from the wyvern, he growled, his eyes falling beneath Kelidanya's tail. She picked up her pace; well that settled the question of a wyverns carnal interest! Surely, the gigantic creature would inadvertently rip her apart if he ever got the chance!

Zagna dismounted, giving a brief nod to the Orc flight master on this end. He looked identical to Devrak as far as Kelidanya was concerned. <Come along, Kitten,> Zagna said, breaking in the new name. The mountain lioness scurried after the huntress as she began to stride off.

Orgrimmar was huge; far bigger and more complicated than Darnassus. Kelidanya must have gone up and down more ramps than she could count before they entered what appeared to be a cavern. The sky overhead disappeared, though Kelidanya could see fairly well thanks to her feline eyes. Small, wooden huts lined the streets, with various signs. Pictures adorned each sign, allowing even Kelidanya to identify each shop in turn. No use to her, of course; she couldn't shop here even if she had any coin.

The cavern finally ended, emerging into a brightly lit valley with a large, twisting pond in the middle. Several rather sturdy buildings sat atop each natural hill, but most notable were the smithy and the rather sizable stables, and a foreboding keep upon the hill, walls made of stones embedded with massive spikes. To the keep Zagna marched, Kelidanya right behind her.

At the massive archway entrance to the structure, there stood another male Orc, but this one looked nothing like the meek, leather-clad flight masters. He was clad in enchanted, lacquered red mail, with tanned, red-dyed leather at each point of articulation. A massive two-handed axe lay bound to his back. Beside him stood a humongous worg with sabered teeth, black and grey fur bristling naturally. Kelidanya had never seen so large a canine - he was larger even than Gren!

<Ho, Huntsmaster Ormak Grimshot,> Zagna said, saluting. Kelidanya looked him over piecing together the Orc's name. Judging by Zagna's meek manner, and the size of his worg, Ormak must be incredibly powerful. She looked away from him, lest he see something in her eyes to give her away.

Her eyes fell instead on the worg, who looked at her with a grin, ears perked. Perhaps he couldn't not grin, with those massive fangs sticking out of his jaw. He waited patiently beside his master, tail not even wagging.

<Well met, Zagna Deathblade. A new pet?>

The huntress nodded. <Kitten.>

<Finally gave up on that tiger of yours, then?> he said with a choking laugh. <She's so small. Have you been neglecting her training?>

Zagna glared at Ormak. <I only caught her two or three weeks ago.>

<And how many times have you taken her out, since then?> he asked, pointedly. He also pointed pointedly, straight at the Orc woman.

Zagna growled, her arm twitching as if she'd like to knock his finger out of the way. She didn't. Instead, she said, <My pet is my business.>

Ormak grunted. <Your business is inside, with Archdruid Runetotem. He has an important mission for you in Silithus.>

Zagna dropped her jaw. <Hamuul Runetotem?>

Kelidanya's mouth gaped as well, instantly recognizing the name. Hamuul Runetotem was the highest-ranking Tauren druid in the Cenarion Circle, friend and confidant to Malfurion Stormrage himself! If anyone could save her, it was he. Surely such an experienced druid would immediately recognize Kelidanya's true nature. He might even recognize Kelidanya herself, who had studied for several months under Hamuul and other Tauren druids to learn the very mountain lioness form she was currently trapped in! As a friend to Night Elves and all druids, he might have the will and authority to save her.

Zagna says, <Why didn't you say so?>

Ormak squeezed the hilt of his axe, glowering. <My rank is equal to that of the Archdruid. Where is your reverence for me?>

Zagna brushed him off, literally pushing her way past the large Orc. She turned to Kelidanya and ordered, <Don't stray far until I get back!>

Kelidanya had picked herself up to follow, but the words made her freeze. She recognized several of the words; she wasn't to move. But how then could she see Hamuul? Trembling, the lioness considered charging into the keep in a desperate attempt to find the Archdruid. But both Zagna and Ormak would immediately suspect her - she'd never make it that far!

Whimpering, Kelidanya wanted to sit down, but she feared that would give her away. She'd just have to pray that Hamuul Runetotem exited the keep with Zagna. Or perhaps Ormak would leave her alone, and she might attempt to sneak inside. Either way, her best bet was to keep up the ruse for as long as possible. She would reveal herself as best she could when Hamuul appeared.

Zagna disappeared into the keep, leaving Kelidanya startlingly alone with the the waiting Ormak and his worg. The Orc leaned against the stone wall with a grunt, and said, <Fucking bitch, doesn't know her place.> Kelidanya didn't have to recognize the words to interpret his angry tone.

Absentmindedly, Kelidanya flicked her tail back and forth, anxious. For good reason! The young druid was about as deep inside the enemy's territory as it was possible to be, and other than Hamuul, there would be no friends for hundreds of miles. She was watched casually by perhaps the highest ranking Horde hunter, while dozens of Orcs, Trolls, and Taurens travelled to and fro. She hadn't seen an Undead since leaving the cavern to enter the valley.

The worg relaxed now that Zagna was gone, padding over to his master for a friendly pat on the head. Grimfang's tail wagged profusely, and as Kelidanya had suspected, he never stopped grinning. Curling up, he began to scratch behind his ear with one hind leg. Kelidanya's eye's drifted below the huge canine's shaking leg, and there she saw his black-furred sheath, accompanied by two hefty orbs. Though overall he was roughly the same size as Gren, this aspect seemed far larger!

Kelidanya looked away. What was happening to her? She'd never paid any attention to the genitals of animals before. She wondered briefly if what she was experiencing was normal; how had other druids reacted, say, when they had become trapped in form filled with feral cubs? Had they given in so easily as she had? She hadn't even fought Gren's attentions since she'd realized she was already pregnant.

Grimfang started chasing his tail, running in sharp circles until finally he caught it, grabbing it between his large fangs and landing in a ball on the ground. Ormak laughed at his pet's foolishness, which only seemed to egg the worg on. Now, the big, black beast starting to hop and run, dropping his head down with his rump up, tail wagging. Ormak took an ominous step forward, chuckling when Grimfang danced away, running behind Kelidanya for cover.

The mountain lioness didn't move, afraid that any such action would violate the order. She just stood there on all fours, tail flicking back and forth. Where was Hamuul?

Her eyes flew open.

Something cold and wet brushed up against her tail hole. Startled, Kelidanya glanced over her shoulder, startled. There, the worg, half again as large as she was, was sniffing her butt! Her muscles tensed, and she was about to turn away from the nosy animal when she stopped herself. Zagna had given her an order, and Kelidanya had no precise idea how far that order went. If she turned around when she'd been ordered to stay in one spot, Ormak would know immediately that she was not bound by her "master's" orders. The indignity of a butt-sniffing was nothing compared to the humiliation she'd already suffered. Better not to take a risk, when she was so close to Hamuul and her rescue.

Kelidanya closed her eyes as Grimfang continued snuffling beneath her tail. She'd seen canines often enough that she knew such an action of a sign of greeting, and wondered if Grimfang would present himself for her inspection. She certainly would not reciprocate! Hot breath washed against her rump.

Then lower.

His moist air tickled her dripping vulva. Kelidanya's fur stood on end at the surprise sensation, once again looking over her shoulder at the worg. Surely he was just curious about Gren's scent. Her own, lingering heat-scent would have no effect on a canine.

She froze again as she looked between the worg's legs and saw glistening red poking out. She was a lion; he was a worg! What on earth was happening!? She wanted to leap away, but she couldn't risk it.

Ormak spoke in a low, bored voice, <I'm not going to stop you. If she didn't want it, she'd move away!>

Ears perked, the worg barked in acknowledgement, but Kelidanya had to piece together the words without the aid of magic. The best translation she could manage was "She can't stop you; she can't move away." Her jaw dropped, staring at the Orc. He was encouraging the worg to rape her! Were all Orcs disgusting monsters!?

Tail wagging, Grimfang slathered his tongue greedily over Kelidanya's sopping mound, finally cleaning her rump. He licked hard and fast, his warm, wet tongue gulping up every drop of the black lion's seed. Then, his tongue probed deep, drinking all the cum that still coated her insides. Kelidanya whimpered and shuddered, but what could she do? Ormak was watching with rapt attention, enjoying the show. She wanted to spit and curse and rake the huge worg with her claws, though in a fair fight she'd never stand a chance against the beast. But she could not. Any such action would only end in her torturous death, no more than fifty feet from Hamuul and her freedom. She'd just have to pray that the Archdruid would exit the keep before...

She gasped as a sudden, heavy weight landed on her hindquarters.

Having gobbled up all the cum he could reach, Grimfang had mounted the presenting lioness. Her legs wobbled to hold his massive weight; at least with Gren, she would be lying down when he climbed on top of her. Glancing over her shoulder, she narrowed her eyes at the grinning worg, but even if she could have moved without giving herself away, she couldn't anymore. The worg's bulging muscles held her raised hips firmly in place.

Now, Kelidanya knew for certain what was to happen, fear spreading throughout her small body. The abnormally large worg was going to rape her, right in front of his encouraging master! Even if she were a true lioness, her treatment by the Horde was truly monstrous. How could there be even a tenuous peace between the Night Elves of Kalimdor and these newcomers from another world? For all Kelidanya suspected, Zagna would emerge from the keep and applaud and cheer for Grimfang.

She clenched her eyes, shuddering as she tried to calm herself. Ending this torment would be as easy as curling in on herself and tearing into the massive worg's flesh; instead of rape, she would be mauled or cleaved to death, and her trials would be over. Perhaps Grimfang's fat cock would split her insides apart, killing her anyway. But duty awakened her struggle to survive; she had to warn the Night Elves in Ashenvale of the coming invasion. Kelidanya would suffer anything to get that message home.

Huge, muscular hips humped up against her rump, the monster dangling between his legs slapping her inner thighs. For half a second, Kelidanya considered lowering her hips to throw off Grimfang's aim, but the last time she'd tried that with Gren, she'd gotten him full in the ass! She most certainly wouldn't survive Grimfang, then! Instead, she did the only sensible thing, though her muscles screamed at her to stop. She spread her hind legs apart, bracing herself, and lifted her tail.

<See, she wants it!> Ormak laughed. <Doesn't show much sense, really.>

Grimfang's cock was so long, and his hips so close, that he couldn't possibly enter his unwilling bitch. With a grunt, he pulled himself halfway off of her, his paws resting just above the base of her tail. Confused, Kelidanya glanced over her shoulder. There, she finally caught a glimpse of what she'd been trying not to see: Grimfang's fully erect, glistening, red cock. The throbbing organ was at least three times, if not four, bigger than Gren at his worst! Her jaw dropped. There was no way she could survive that! The only thing that could save her now was Hamuul Runetotem. Digging her claws into the ground, she prepared herself to leap toward the keep.

She was too slow.

Grimfang howled, which drew the sudden attention of several passersby, watching as the shaggy, black worg pulled himself up the lioness's back. His immense forelegs curled around her hips, ending her attempted jump before it even began. His hips collided with hers, knocking her tail away, and this time his aim was true. His tapered tip poked directly in the middle of her aching, well-used flower, her petals blooming open as the behemoth cock burrowed straight up and into her.

Yrowrl!

Now Trolls were pointing, Orcs were laughing, and Tauren were shaking their heads at the strange sight: a giant worg plugging a tiny lioness. Kelidanya only felt their eyes in the periphery of her mind, otherwise occupied with the sudden, sharp pain in her cunt. Gren was exceptionally big for a lion, and had stretched Kelidanya's pussy far in a few short weeks, but canines were something else, and Grimfang, while nowhere near the largest worg in the world, was larger than the largest wolf. She felt like she was being ripped apart by his bulging cock, spreading her inner walls to their limit.

Screeching, Kelidanya began to claw at the dirt in front of her, trying desperately to pull herself away from the immense, black canine. Orders be damned, if she didn't escape, she felt like she would explode! She reached out with her front legs so far that her ribcage touched the ground. Kelidanya's wobbling hind legs finally gave out, but Grimfang dropped one, sturdy foreleg like a pillar to her left, his hooked right leg holding her rump locked and rigid in the air. Even mounted atop the Night Elf, the enormous worg's three legs reached the ground. Her claws made deep gashes in the soft, red earth, but even all her strength couldn't budge her an inch from where she lay, pinned beneath Grimfang.

She yowled.

<Looks like that bitch's pet is having second thoughts,> Ormak smiled.

Kelidanya's claws were useless for pulling her forward. The only thing that did manage to move her were Grimfang's deep, digging thrusts, but he pulled back just as hard on her right hip. The worg had only managed to ram half of his cock into her tight pussy, but he pounded harder, ears laid back in determination. Most or all of the onlookers had moved on with their important business, except for Ormak, who had nothing to do but watch and wait.

Kelidanya screeched. The worg lunged again and again at her, not yet wanting or needing to pull back. Instead, barking happily, he simply wedged more and more of his oversized cock into her stretched, aching cunt. The pregnant lioness was as helpless as she'd ever been - more helpless now that she had lost even the option of transforming and facing torture instead of torturous rape. Whimpering, she did the only thing she could - she spread her legs apart until her muscles burned.

He jabbed immediately one or two more inches into her, but there were still three more to go. He hammered wildly, bulging cock penetrating her vault millimeter by millimeter. The lioness's straining lips were starting to get wet of their own accord, mixing with Gren's earlier coating, creating a slick solution along Grimfang's glistening dick. Wet noises filled the air, allowing Grimfang to slip deeper and deeper. Only two more inches remained.

Grimfang leaned forward, taking Kelidanya's scruff in his mouth and, much like Gren had done dozens and dozens of times, pulled her back roughly onto his cock. Mouth gaping, Kelidanya whined as the next rough thrust pushed the massive worg only one inch from hilted inside her aching pussy.

Kelidanya's eyes popped open. She could feel his tip digging into her innermost walls! He'd reached the very entrance to her womb! Yelping, she looked over her shoulder, curling up to get a glimpse of her wide, trembling vulva. She was easily flexible enough, and got a wide eyeful of the impossible. Grimfang's hips were nearly flush with hers, but she spied his fat, red cock, an inch still throbbing outside. Legs splayed wide, the Night Elf saw that the bulging canine erection had not only plumbed every single inch of her cunt like Gren had never managed, but also split her lips three or four inches wide! And still he was hammering, as if determined to pierce into her very womb with that last, gleaming inch.

And of course, he was determined. Kelidanya wasn't familiar with canine anatomy, but Grimfang had rather intimate knowledge. If he couldn't plug her soon, the base of his cock would grow and grow, trapping him outside of her warm, trembling cocksheath. He had to knot her, and quick, for the glands at his base were already beginning to swell!

He would have failed too, if not for Ormak Grimshot. Growling, the Orc huntsmaster tapped into the magical bond between hunter and beast, forcing his worg into a bestial fury, removing any trace of Grimfang's senses of pity, remorse, or fear. The worg's black fur gained a magical, dark, red cast, his already bulging muscles tightening.

Kelidanya was still curled up and watching, but as the magic gripped the worg, she laid back her ears, quivering. Grimfang howled, teeth gnashing, pulling himself backwards with a cold, trembling fury. She watched inch after inch of throbbing, red cock splorp out of her, amazed that such a large cock could ever have almost fit inside her small, lithe body. He drew back until just his swollen tip lay inside, stretching her lips two inches wide.

Lower jaw shaking, Kelidanya kept her sharp eyes on his enormous cock, wondering if the worg had simply given up. Nothing could have prepared her for the merciless, bestial thrust. Even as she watched, Grimfang howled, his magically enhanced strength launching him forward. Had she still been a Night Elf, her eyes would have seen only a blur, but her sharp, leonine vision caught every instant as if it were happening in slow motion. Her wet, aching vulva split wide for his thrust, reclaiming inch after inch of his lost ground.

Surreally, she felt nothing as she watched, her brain processing the sights well before the inevitable pain could travel down her spine. Her lips were no obstacle for his enraged thrust, petals spreading wide around half his cock, with no signs of stopping. Reflexively, she spread her legs, a low whimper beginning to escape her lips. His cock slid forward as if she weren't even there; she was no obstacle. The huge cock disappeared between her splayed legs, inch after bulging inch slurping inside. His swinging hips flew nearer and nearer.

Kelidanya marvelled as that final, impossible inch finally reached her straining labia, but this time, he did not stop. The enormous cock simply powered inside of her. She knew that his tip must be burrowing in or through her cervix now, but the pain had yet to reach her brain. Finally, his very hilt collided with her aching lips, the force of his thrust throwing both cat and worg forward violently. To steady herself, she uncurled, claws splayed in the dirt for extra purchase.

Then, the pain hit her.

Her cunt was stretched further in every direction than she'd thought possible, every inch of her insides protesting the sudden, violent invasion. Worst, however, was the bony, tapered tip poking right into her innermost wall, making the lioness drop her jaw and scream.

The piercing roar echoed across the valley, bouncing off every wall.

Grimfang, still glowing, felt no remorse. Already he was swelling inside the howling lioness, beginning to roll his hips against hers. Even only a third of its full size, his knot was more than enough to lock him inside her quivering vulva, allowing the worg to hump back and forth without fear of slipping free. His backward tugs pulled the yowling feline back purely by her strained, aching lips, before he leapt forward again, prodding her inner depths. Before she could even feel the burning sensation, he'd humped again.

He pumped and strained and yipped, the violent fury finally beginning to fade, to be replaced with the pure bliss of the tight bitch squeezing around every inch of his enormous, still-growing cock. He used her roughly, tail wagging as his knot reached half-size. The tugging bulge of the worg's bulbus glandis actually dulled the ache at the entrance to Kelidanya's womb. For every painful inch that the Night Elf's pussy stretched out, a millimeter of space grew inside of her. Soon, though her vulva stood out lewdly beneath her tail like the head of a mace, the worg's bony tip simply grazed her cervix.

Still, the knot grew, inflating her bulging cunt impossibly wide, like a Stranglethorn Vale cantaloupe. Though her vulva ripped and burned, most of the pain faded into a residual ache, Kelidanya's screaming yowls finally fading as the feline gasped desperately for air. Grimfang humped, heavy balls swinging back and forth, slapping against Kelidanya's thighs. She could feel his balls beginning to tense up, knowing that soon the worg would be done with her. Her chest heaved as she took great lungfuls of air.

When she looked up, she almost lost her breath again. There, at the entrance to the keep stood Zagna and, more importantly Hamuul Runetotem. They were looking directly at the two animals copulating noisily, and Zagna looked as furious as Grimfang ever had. The huntress marched straight up to Ormak, who had yet to notice the newcomers, uncharacteristic for such a skilled hunter.

Zagna said, <What is the meaning of this!?>

Ormak looked at Zagna, startled. <Zagna!>

She pushed him, and the Orc almost lost his balance from where he leaned against the wall. She said, <Get your worg off Kitten, now!>

Ormak's first thought was to push Zagna back, but instead, he lifted a long finger to the mating animals, pointing straight at the enormous knot that held Grimfang to Kelidanya. <You're welcome to try,> he said, a mean edge to his laughter.

Meanwhile, Hamuul was looking at the two with a raised brow. Surely, the Tauren would recognize the Night Elf druid. She may be cut off from magic, but he was an Archdruid; he must have a trick to sense her true nature, or would remember her from a few months past - the Night Elf determined to assume the perfect image of a Mulgore mountain lioness. Kelidanya breathed in hopeful relief: her piercing yowl must have brought Zagna and the Tauren out of the keep to investigate!

Perhaps everything was for the best after all! If Grimfang hadn't raped her, Hamuul might never have gone outside and found the Night Elf there. The pain had been intense, deeper and far longer than anything Gren had done to her, but was now all but absent. Her cunt had stretched as far as it needed, and she still lived. An inch bigger, and she might not have. Could fate be at work?

Zagna said, <This is uncalled for, Ormak! What possessed you to allow your worg to do this!?>

Ormak growled, letting his anger take over now. <Don't you tell me what to do, wench. Grimfang is too large for the Horde's bitches, so I let him have his fun where he finds it. Besides, she wanted it,> he said, pointing at the former Night Elf.

<He's too large for her!> Zagna replied loudly, leaning toward the Orc ominously. <You heard her scream; you think she wanted that?>

On the two Orcs argued, mostly oblivious to their two, busy pets. Kelidanya met Hamuul's gaze, but the Tauren had yet to acknowledge her. Instead, with a wave of his hand, a green glow enveloped Kelidanya's body, making every inch of her body tingle. He was healing her! Her ripped and tattered genitals were just as widely and achingly stretched, but the ripping pain of his violent entry was all but gone. Hamuul must have recognized her, and was doing what he could until he could save her discreetly.

Just in case, the Night Elf reached forward with a claw, hastily attempting to draw a druidic rune in the dust before the Archdruid. Grimfang, however, kept humping. Short, sharp thrusts drilled into her, brief, wet splurts announcing the coming flood.

She had almost finished the rune when Grimfang howled, jabbing forward one last time before his churning balls sent an eruption of wet fluid into her abused but mended cunt. The hot, bubbling cum spilled into her squeezing passage, smooth warmth instantly coating her, splattering up against her plugged, pregnant womb. No seed could pierce that barricade, forcing the rapidly pumping cum back against the wet, powerful seal of Grimfang's knot in her trembling, inflated mound. Kelidanya couldn't keep her claws on the drawing, the pressure building rapidly as her pussy strained. Whimpering, she dug into the dirt, ruining the drawing. Her vagina swelled inside her, rope after rope of cum filling her like a hose. She'd come so far, only to burst apart when the worg finally came!

That terrible fate never came. The pressure built, until finally the seal of his knot gave way. A loud, wet splurt filled the air, cum launching out of her in a wide volley, splattering his underbelly and rebounding against her inner thighs. Warm, stick cum dampened her fur, dribbling down her thighs to land in a quickly growing pool beneath her straining vulva. More and more cum splashed against her impenetrable cervix to flow forcefully through her most sensitive walls and tumble violently out her bulging cunt.

Kelidanya couldn't concentrate on the arguing Orcs. She couldn't concentrate on her only hope, Hamuul. All she could feel or think about was the warm river splashing up against the swollen nub just inside her strained, quivering lips. Gren had always kept her on the blessed edge between searing pain and intense pleasure; Grimfang, on the other hand, had driven to the edge of insanity, before the pain had been fully healed, leaving only the pleasure. As much as the Night Elf wanted to resist, her clitoris trembled, sending wave after wave of bliss to her brain. Kelidanya had been unable to resist the terrible pain, and she didn't want to resist the ecstasy that replaced it.

She dropped her jaw, yowling and rocking her hips up and down as she finally surrendered to the orgasm shoving against her mind. Nothing remained of her drawing as she clawed at the ground, moaning loudly. She gasped and gasped for breath, humping like an animal, and still there was no sharp, expected pain. Grimfang howled, filling his eager bitch, offering her nothing but pleasure. She'd never experienced such a long, uninterrupted climax.

The arguing Orcs finally noticed the change in tone and pitch of the moaning animals. Together, they dropped their jaws, watching the obviously ecstatic animals copulate, eyes locked on the unbelievable waterfall flooding out of the small lioness onto the ground beneath her. Kelidanya's entire body shuddered, squeezing and milking the worg for all he was worth, her desperate wailing unable to mask her lust. Grimfang howled and wagged, pumping into the tight feline endlessly.

The Orcs were speechless, until finally, glancing over at Zagna, Ormak said, <Sure makes me wish I were doing that.> He gave the huntress a lascivious glance.

Zagna's eyes widened at his sudden come on. Narrowing them, she retorted, <Feel free! He's your worg!>

Speechless no more, they returned to their pushing and arguing with renewed vigor.

Kelidanya pushed relentlessly back against the massive worg, rocking her hips as she yowled. Her back legs were positively sopping with his cum, far more soiled than Gren could manage with a hundred, quick little spurts. Before, she might have questioned her enjoyment, panting beneath a hunter's pet; now she'd come to expect it. She knew in the back of her mind that the humiliation would come and bite at her mind in short order. Until then, she might as well crouch down, hump her hips, and enjoy it.

Suddenly, the huge canine lifted himself off of her back. Her weak legs still wobbled, trying to recover from his massive weight. Spinning around, Grimfang stood back-to-back with the lioness, knot still bulging and cock still twitching inside of her. She clenched down around him, squeezing hard as if she could keep his gushing fluids inside. But she was full, and each heavy splurt launched straight out of her straining pussy. Grimfang just howled, wagging his tail and seeding his bitch.

<You don't get to speak to me like that, huntress. I've come to think that perhaps you aren't ready for a mission to Silithus!> growled Ormak.

Zagna's jaw dropped, the endless stream of cussing halting instantly. She stared at the huntsmaster, as he proclaimed, <Since you care so much about your 'Kitten', perhaps you need a mission more suited to her lack of training.> Ormak called over to Archdruid Runetotem, who was standing awkwardly with his large, three-fingered hands wringing, wanting to stay out of this rather personal fight. Ormak said, <My apologies, Archdruid. I will send a more suitable hunter as soon as possible. This one has duties patrolling the Barrens in three weeks.>

Zagna's silence ended there. <You abuse my pet, refuse to take responsibility for supervising your worg's raping, and now you dare to meddle in internal Cenarion Circle affairs by sending one of your best hunters on harmless patrols? The Warchief will hear of this!>

<Tell him, Zagna, I dare you. I was the one who recommended you for Runetotem, it is well within my right to revoke that. And you may not believe me that your stupid cat offered herself to Grimfang, but Thrall will. Especially with Archdruid Runetotem's testimony.>

Both Orcs looked to Hamuul expectantly.

The Tauren blinked, clearing his throat awkwardly. <I, uh...> he began, looking up at the white, overcast sky. Then, with an air of decisiveness, he held his palms up and said, <Looks like it might rain. I'd better be flying home, if I want to beat the storm.> With that, Archdruid Runetotem jumped, transforming in a poof into a massive, brown-and-black hawk, adorned in dozens of small, druidic trinkets. In three strokes of his massive wings, the Tauren druid was gone, a fading speck in the distant air.

Kelidanya had barely been paying attention until she heard the poof. Terrified, she watched Hamuul fly off without a second glance for the moaning, humping lioness who needed him. Before she could even cry out, he was gone, flying as fast as the fastest hippogryphs. Her guts wrenched; he hadn't recognized her after all. Her last hope was gone, and she couldn't count on such a promising opportunity to arise again. She was so stupid! Why hadn't she finished the rune?

Zagna was silent, knowing she was beaten. Without Hamuul, it was her word against the huntsmaster. She waited there for Grimfang to finish with Kitten, fists white with anger, but she said nothing. She'd already suffered one demotion, no use riling Ormak up again.

For his part, Ormak kept opening his mouth, shutting it, until finally he said, <Listen, Zagna...>

<I don't want to hear it.> she snapped, cutting off whatever the huntsmaster had been about to say.

Ormak refused to meet her eyes, his own fists clenched now. The two Orcs stood, silently fuming, until Grimfang finally softened enough to tug, tug, tug himself out of Kelidanya's stretched and sopping lips. The lioness's legs gave way immediately; apparently the canine's cock was the only thing keeping her upright. With a splop! she landed rump-first into the puddle beneath her. Grimfang gave himself a passing lick at the tip of his cock before Ormak said, simply, <Grimfang, we're going.> The Orc stormed off, his well-sated worg trotting and wagging happily behind.

Kelidanya whimpered, unable to pick herself up out of the warm puddle. She could feel her insides slowly squishing back together, but not before a slow river of cum flowed down her rump. She had never felt so dirty and used. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that her unwanted mate was already gone and out of sight, happy to use her and leave her without a second thought. She let out a leonine sob, suddenly certain that she was trapped - forever.

Then Zagna was beside her, arm over her back, green hand petting along her neck. <Oh, Kitten, I'm so sorry. I should never have left you. It'll be okay, girl, it'll be okay.>

Kelidanya blinked at the honest concern in the Orc's voice. Despite her situation, Kelidanya found Zagna's words and her touch surprisingly comforting. Even distracted by the worg's thrusting, the Night Elf had recognized Zagna's fury over her rape. The kind words, however, were unlike anything she'd yet experienced at the hands of her enemy.

<I didn't want Hamuul to see you, untrained and practically feral, lest he be disappointed in me, Kitten. This is all my fault; I should never have neglected you so badly,> the huntress continued, still stroking the soft fur of Kelidanya's neck. She spun her other hand in a circle, saying <Come on, girl, roll over. Let's get you clean.>

Connecting the motion with Zagna's words, Kelidanya rolled onto her back, spinning away from the milky pool. There, Zagna grabbed some bandages, using them for an unintended purpose. She patted the soft cloth up against the lioness's sore entrance, instantly coating the bandage. Kelidanya found herself unexpectedly purring, appreciating this small act of kindness. Zagna tossed it aside and grabbed another, running it along Kelidanya's thighs. In this way, Zagna produced a small pile of soiled cloth, and cleaned the feline to the point of sticky, matted fur (as opposed to drenched, obvious rivulets of cum).

Zagna stood, wiping her hands on her leather pants, and said, <Come on, Kitten, it's long past time I trained you.> Zagna took off, heading for the nearest Zeppelin tower.

Still purring, Kelidanya followed.**