Ravage growled with hunger in his eyes as he approached his newest slave. Sage, a young blood elf, winced at his touch, her shackles and chains rustling nervously in the hot air.
“What’s the matter, elf?” Ravage grinned, blotting his sharp teeth. “Such an unspoiled body… It begs to be defiled.”
The fel orc’s member had swollen to an impressive size, and Sage could not help but stare at it in both awe and fear. With a jerk, Ravage lifted her by the legs. Defenselessly hanging from the fel chains that bound her, the orc had his way.
Her quiet whimpering and short, involuntary moans of pleasure were outrivaled by his grunts and the slick sounds of his massive cock ruthlessly pounding her. She felt as though the horror would never come to an end, and the longer he continued to abuse her, the more she hoped that it wouldn’t.
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