It had only been a month since her escape from her prison back on Outland, and years of captivity had made her senses rusty and dull. She cursed when the Tideskorn raiders landed upon her and scooped her up in the talons of their Stormdrakes, but the quick death she expected gave way to horror, when she looked into the raid leaders eyes a familiar glimmer, a lustful stare.
“My instincts were right, elfin, you make a fine fuck slave! The Jarl will be pleased when I present you at the feasting hall tonight.”
The Vrykul laughed, “You won’t what, Elfin? Spit it out.” He said as he trust, holding her thighs tight in his massive hands.
He smelled of musk and mead, and her skin could feel the sharp callouses that lined his palms as he pushed down. Her breathing increased as his sweat dripped on her body, “Not so talkative now, long-eared bitch.” the raider snarled to his prey, loving every moment.
“That bastard corrupted me… How can I enjoy this so much, the pain, the humiliation… used for pleasure…” she thought as she looked around, the room now spinning in a sex fueled haze.
Jesana gritted her teeth, “How about you shut that mutton-covered face of yours, and just keep fucking me, okay?” she shouted as she bit her tongue.
“I… I escaped this situation once before. I will do it again. For now though… Oh fuck yes… right there… I can feel it so deep. More! MORE!”
Kyrina felt her head spin as her eyes came into focus, the cold ache of the stone cutting into her back. She pulled on her arms, and felt rope around her wrists. It was growing tighter with each struggle. “What… where..?” she said nervously.
A voice came to her side, the ghostly echo all too familiar, “They must have hit you pretty hard if you forgot already.” Kyrina turned her head swiftly to meet the burning gaze of her forsaken companion, Diana, her light green body exposed for all to see. Kyrina looked down to see her own robes were missing, she gasped as a look of shock crossed her face. She began to struggle with greater fervor, “Oh no no no!” she yelled.
Her memory came back all too quickly, the Vrykul fortress, the cursed treasure, she though it would be simple for the two of them to go in and take it. “That little Goblin lied to us!” she yelled again, still struggling, “He said this place was empty!”
Diana looked at her with a cold stare, “Stay calm, Kyrina, why are you acting so manic?” she said, leaning back gently on the stone wall. Kyrinas eyes narrowed at her companion, “Oh you don’t have to worry, but we all know what will happen here!”
Diana raised her brow, strangely calm for the development they found themselves in, “And what would that be?”
Kyrina stopped struggling, her wrists growing sore, “I am a blood elf…” she answered, her eyes flaring with pride. “You just know what they will do to me. They will ravage my body over and over for days!” she almost yelled.
Diana laughed, her voice unsettling to Kyrinas elven ears, “You don’t know the Vrykul all that well, do you?”
Suddenly a sound came from a distance as a massive door opened. In strolled a Vrykul warrior, his eyes fixated on the two women chained to the wall. He began to unbuckle the straps to his armor, removing it as he approached them. Kyrina felt her body ache, “I told you! I… I am sorry you have to watch Diana!”
As the Vyrkul got close he stared at Kyrina, looking at her body carefully, “Be gentle!” she yelled, her eyes closing as she bit her lip and awaited her fate.
She waited, and waited, but all she heard was a grunt as the feeling of the Vrykuls presence left her side. She opened her eyes just in time to see the giant had already unwrapped Daina’s ropes from where they were attached to the wall. “By the sun! What…?” she said, her brow going up in both shock and confusion.
Kyrina felt her blood boil as she watched the Vrykul roughly push her companion to the ground, “I am a blood elf! I am the one that’s supposed to be fucked here! You get back here this instant!”
As the Vrykul pulled on Diana’s ropes and began to penetrate her, she looked up with a vile and satisfied grin, “Everyone knows, Vrykul don’t care for other races…” she licked her lips, “But they love to fuck with death.”
I know this one may not be the cup of tea of everyone, so just don’t view it if the thumbnail makes you squeamish. However, I wanted to stretch myself a bit and attempt one of the races I have not done in a while. Forsaken seemed like the perfect one to fit with the Vrykul.
Another update will be done this week of the second poll image, plus the new poll itself. Hope everyone had a great weekend.