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Of Race And Revenge	By : Amanita Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 6691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3: Bluebloods

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ch 2…“It seemed to be almost immediately noticed once the two trolls had wandered off, though. The blood elf gave a curse as the men’s voices began to raise at the other fire. Salferi, inexperienced in the world still, especially about army life, had no idea what was going on at the other fire……”

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The damned troll seemed to be glued to that mongrel of an elf… Oh how sweet it would be for Edvard to just put her in her rightful place.... Now that the monster had left to fulfill his beastly appetite, he might have a chance at it, even if it was with these damned Horde by his side.

There was another night elf, two orcs, and one more troll who sat around his fire. Another human was over at the other fire, trying to sooth the poor shaken draenei woman. That made the count six Alliance and now with that blood elf six Horde, with two of them out in the woods rutting. The troll at this fire had a maimed eye that was patched, and he was limping badly, but the two orcs had been healed very well... damn that little halfling! The human tending the draenei was in bad shape, he was extremely weak from losing a lot of blood from before he had been found, and the other night elf was a caster who was now barely able to walk from being beaten for pure sport, and using every ounce of mana he had earlier in the battle. The poor caster had been left for dead after his brutal beating when they found him, and he had indeed been barely alive. So the Hordesmen were in better shape than his own men, Edvard admitted to himself with a cringe.

He recognized that blood elf female that had been set beside the fire. She was a nasty warlock who had killed one of his good friends before Edvard had fallen unconscious The bitch had done it with a summoned demon and a torturous spell with no sign of emotion on her face. A grin spread across his own face, though.

“I don’t know about your camps, but ours, there are hardly any women,” Edvard complained, trying to plant the seeds that he needed for what he wanted to grow. With orcs and a troll, he assumed it would be easy, they were little more than animals.

"Camps not be dah be de problem, be de one in charge,” the troll replied, taking a deep drink from a skein of some sort of dwarven ale. “Darkspear join de Horde, now yah have dah be careful wid de wo-mon even de loose puccha… dey fight, yah get caught, yah get troubles.”

“Do any of you know that warlock elf?” the other kal’dorei asked the orcs and troll. Edvard bit back a grin, realizing he didn’t even have to broach the topic of what little cunt had done himself, the other elf was doing it for him. They all shook their heads or grunted. “She killed a bunch on our side… I know just how I’d like to make her pay. There is honor among men, but not little bitches like her… ” His purplish face grew cloudy as he stared into the flames as he continued, “She was using demons to hold people and scorch them alive with fires of demonic magics, she looked like she was enjoying torturing people to death…” At the end of the explanation his voice broke a little.

“She killed a good man… one of my oldest friends, just how you described, right before I fell in battle,” Edvard replied, hoping to convince them that it was truth and confirm her lack of honor. “She tortured him as he went down, that is what distracted me while someone came from behind and knocked me out.”

One of the orcs laughed, “Well I might say that the trouble’s protection has gone off for business…”

The troll chuckled before replying, “Well de troubles of bein’ careful do be unprotected, mon be off gettin his draks off wid dat troll puccha. Dat lil’ humon ja’da has to be tapped from all dah healing from today.”

“That draenei, I saw her killing shaman after shaman,” the other, larger, orc said, “I am grateful for my life being saved, but that that nightelf saved that blue-blood, makes me want to show her a lesson about respect.” Anger was clearly evident in his voice, and the muscles in his chest were flexing with tension.

“I wouldn’t stop you,” Edvard replied, his voice cool. Eyes turned towards him and his expression was that of total calm.

The large orc laughed, “You wouldn’t stop me if I went and tried to hurt the priest?”

“She’s a mongrel,” he spat. “I was waiting for that troll to leave her. The thing about us elves, we have long lives, and word travels among us about our own. She’s been prancing around too long pretending to have pristine heritage and purity of her being, I’d love to go to her father and be able to tell him I watched as an orc had his way with her.”

The other men around the fire were silent for a beat, just staring at the night elf. The other Kal’dorei tried to work his mouth, but there were no words that would come. There were a few snaps as the wood burned before the first one dared speak after such a statement.

“Ah jus’ really want tah yudo -uh fuck- dat lil’ blood elfie, Ah’ve heard dey’re sooo tight,” the troll admitted, which for some reason made all the men but Edvard laugh. Soon they were standing up and then making their way over to the other, smaller, fire.

Plans set, and alcohol fueling their ambition, and now with no large troll to protect their savior, they would really only have to fight with the exhausted female priest and either convince the other human male to join them, or get him out of the way. Either way, it would be easy, now.

Salferi stood up as the men approached, and so did the man who had been comforting the draenei. It was obvious that the night elf had no idea what was going on, but the man did. He had been in barracks, armies, battles, and militaries before. He was familiar with what it literally meant to pillage and rape. What disgusted him the most was that the men were so lustful that they could set aside faction differences.

“I thought we were above the animals the Horde were,” the man said, trying to keep his voice firm and steady. He was hoping perhaps to break up the group… His stance was one of defense, but inside his stomach was already turning. His head was swimming from the loss of blood, too; he felt like he was about to pass out.

The male night elf that was not Edvard replied, “We are, but that priest saved murderers who should be punished… Sotan can you watch out for those trolls returning. That bitch gets kicks cutting off dicks, so it might just be her returning.” The smaller orc who had been with the group of men jogged off in the direction that the trolls had gone and it dawned on Salferi what was going on. She fingered her dagger in her cloak, but she was too tired, her mana too tapped to conjure a decent spell.

Salferi stood beside the human who was beginning to tremble slightly. She withdrew her dagger and used the slightest amount of mana to make a glow around herself, trying to make it appear as if she were summoning a powerful spell. “This is not how you deal with wrong doings!” she yelled them, “Even if that elf or draenei hurt or killed people, I’m sure you are all just as guilty as doing the same!”

“Yes, but thanks to you, we’re feeling pretty well, and we can get revenge,” the huge orc said. “I am sure if they were feeling better they would probably be trying to get some revenge, too.”

With that statement the human suddenly toppled to the ground, fainting. The major loss of blood had caused his blood pressure to drop to the point that he had made himself pass out. Vanyon’fo! If I could get him! she thought. Immediately she made toward the direction that she had seen the trolls gone, but before she could make it three strides she felt vines entangle her feet and she couldn’t move any further. All of the men chuckled.

The elf, troll, and orc approached the blood elf and draenei. Salferi watched in horror as Edvard approached her with a hungry look upon his face. Desperately she kept trying to move, free her legs, but it was to no avail. Edvard grabbed her wrists and bound them with some sort of cloth that he pulled from his robes. Then the spell wore off, but he was more powerful than she was, and he drug her over towards the woods and found a small tree. There he bound her wrists against the trunk and stood back and grinned as she tried to break herself free but couldn’t. It was bound in a way that she was forced to stand up, and also forced to watch the other two women.

From her new vantage point she could see that the blood elf had managed enough strength to defiantly get upon her knees and glare at the troll and night elf who were poking at her, pulling at fabric here and there, and making comments. The draenei was still sitting how she had been before, but she had stopped shaking. The large orc had squatted down and was examining her, too. Mostly touching her face and hair and horns. She didn’t even flinch at her touch.

“Why? Why?!” she screamed at him in common, choosing the tongue she’d been using the most in the last few hours automatically. She was so shocked she stopped struggling in her bindings. This really couldn’t be happening.

“Everyone has always given you special treatment because of who you are,” he hissed, removing her cloak, having to tear it off, leaving her in just her blouse and pants. “I think I should, too. You are a mongrel. Your mother ruined your father! She stole him from me. If you hadn’t been there, maybe she wouldn’t have..”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Salferi pleaded. She looked up into the handsome eyes of her fellow night elf and saw only darkness and hate. “This has gone far enough, you need to stop!”

She could see that the troll and night elf were having to work in tandem to try to disrobe the blood elf. Despite being weak, adrenaline was working its magic greatly, Salferi managed to see her land a good blow with knee to the troll’s inner thigh that might have hit his groin also, just coincidentally when she looked over. The draenei though, the orc had removed her cloak and was removing her shirt, and she was complying!

“Oh… Salferi, poor young Salferi...” Edvard began in a tender voice. His eyes softened as he bent down to meet her eyes, given standing he was taller than her. “This has just begun.”

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Warning: Smut begin

The large orc soon was hungrily staring at the draenei’s breasts, covered by a fancy black lacey silk undercloth. He grinned widely as he tore it off her and laid her onto the groun. She still made no noise or sound, aside from a slight grunt from the force he had used to tear it from her. Her breasts were large and both had dark blue nipples on the dipped down peaks. For a draenei, she was attractive.

“Don’t scream, don’t give into what they want!” the blood elf yelled as loudly as she could manage, and it only made the draenei want to scream.

Annoyed that he was not getting any reaction from her, the orc grabbed her face and made it so she was looking at him. He then used his free hand to cup one of her breasts. There was the faintest trace of movement of her eyebrows and the orc grinned. He was going to break her. So then he began to use two fingers to trace random patterns across her entire chest, occasionally getting close to a nipple, and then he let go of her face and bent down and began to lick one of them.

The draenei gasped. Despite how horrible it was, it did feel good, but not nearly as good as her other lovers. She noted when he stopped his attention for a moment, for air, that despite his size he was very youthful. When his teeth grazed her breast, though, she bit back a moan, but couldn’t stop her back arching upwards.

The orc chuckled and kissed his way to her neck where he bit her again, but this time harder. The draenei did moan this time, but it was quiet, she cursed herself that she couldn’t stop it. My husband is dead, I can’t enjoy this, she thought to herself, fighting off tears. Her body was betraying her mind and heart despite what she desperately wanted. She would have to fight.

As the orc began to try to undo her belt, still kissing and biting her neck in the most…. fantastic….way…. Uh… She shook her head knocked her chin into his helm while using a knee to try to hit his groin, but most likely only hitting his thighs, or even if she had hit his groin, he had mail on, and she wound up hurting her knee.

Her attack was so sudden, it took the orc by surprise and she grinned wildly. He backed away, bent slightly from pain, and very surprised. There was blood on his forehead from where his helm had hurt him, not helped him, and his eyes glinted read slightly, too.

“You are going to regret that!” the orc yelled. He then moved back to her before she could try to scramble off, and was able to quickly undo her belt. Then using a hand to hold a horn and another to hold her jaw he pressed his lips to hers. The draenei wanted to throw up as she felt his lips on hers… and then tasted the spirits on his breath and lips… But he seemed aware that this was something that she was horrified by, aside from her attacks, which made it more enjoyable. His body was like a wall, her punches and kicks didn’t seem to affect him at all.

So to make it more worse he then tried to part her lips this his own and his tongue, but she firmly kept her mouth closed and tried to move her head back, but the grip on her horn kept her head in place. Then she felt a strange pressure along her jaw and felt as her jaw unwilling began to open! She then felt his tongue invade the cave of her mouth. It explored her tongue, her teeth, and went all over. It felt so good, it felt so terrible, it felt so nice, it felt so disgusting. Tears began to stream down the blue cheeks of the draenei woman.

He tried to urge her tongue to come out and play, but she kept it firmly planted in her own mouth. That was one thing that he could not force her to do! After what felt like hours, but was only a couple minutes he broke the kiss. Then he gently tugged at her pants, which now had no belt, and they came off, revealing silk lacey black unclothing that matched the top that he had torn off her earlier. The orc grinned and shook his head.

“It is as if you were expecting this,” he remarked. His eyes studied her a moment at his hands went to either side of her of her hips and he began to pull the last garment she wore down.

“It was for my husband.” She fumed at him, her eyes piercing. As he moved to take the cloth off, she sat back up and tried hitting him on his bare back, hoping to hurt him, but it did nothing. No wonder so many orcs skipped wearing top armor! This all only made the orc chuckle.

“Well, since he isn’t here, I guess I’ll just stand in for what you planned to do with him,” he retorted with a wide grin still upon his face. The blue skinned woman before him once again fought the urge to show fear. Fear of what was to come, fear of the pleasure, and fear of pain.

The green skinned man bent down so his face was near crotch and he held her hips. She finally gave up her barrage of hitting him, realizing that she was not going to get away. As he had slowly gone down taking her underclothing off, he had been holding her legs, so she couldn’t kick him. She was exhausted from the battle, and from fighting him, but the man holding her was very strong, too. While she did try to kick her legs from his firm grip, it was useless, even if she were at her full strength she fully doubted that she would be able to break away from him. In a way it amazed and impressed her, but she quickly shoved such feelings down.

The orc leaned his body against her legs, his face buried in her core lower abdomen. She was very toned, had she been a man, she probably would have had an ‘eight pack’. The draenei was confused, but he was retrieving something from his satchel that he had placed nearby. As a slimy cool liquid began to drip down her right knee and downwards she gasped at the odd feeling. Then it was on her left leg. Her right leg from the knee down and upwards then began to tingle. The orc then backed off her some and forced her thighs apart.

Angrily, she tried to trash her legs upon him, but to her horror she found she could only move her thighs slightly at her hips, and not very well at all!

“What did you do to me?!” she demanded before the orc could touch her. He was still teasingly stroking the inside of her thighs.

He chuckled, “Deepstone oil, girl…. I always carry it, comes in handy in combat ya know.”

Then he rubbed a finger across her outer labia making the draenei shudder, “You can’t move, but you can feel everything.” Then he ran his finger back over it again a few more times before he moved to put her knees upon his shoulders, which spread her out more. This gave him a proper view of her womanhood.

“Well, you wear slutty underclothing, but your pussy still looks mediocre.” the orc commented offhandedly. The draenei boiled with rage at the comment but bit her tongue. Her inner labia were a darker bluish color than the rest of her skin. She had a little pubic hair above everything, but it did not reach down to her nether areas, and it matched her light hair.

He slowly, cautiously, took a finger and touched her slit. As he ran the finger up and down, soon moisture poured out of her most secret place. All of the things that had been going on previously, and his current actions had been arousing her, and now he had broken the dam allowing the fluid out.

“Or maybe you are a slut, you’ve been enjoying this a lot,” he commented, rubbing her fluids all over her vulva. He made sure that a generous amount of her own lubricant was coating her clitorous before he began to nudge it slightly with his thumb. He kept the motion up, pressure firm, but the movement of his rough digit moving slightly back and forth repeatedly. As he worked his hand to stick a finger into her depths she let out a real moan.

Pleasure was bursting out from the touches he was making between her legs. The feeling of him opening up lips, letting her juices free, and now rubbing her clit it was almost too much. Then when he stuck a finger into her, a large orc finger, she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her mouth. The entire time she had been keeping her body from shuddering in pleasure, keeping her voice from screaming; begging for release. At least it wasn’t a loud scream, she thought to herself.

Hearing her moan the orc smirked as he examined her depths. She was wet, so warm, and firmly grasping his finger, as he removed it slightly he noticed she trembled. Carefully he placed another finger at her entrance and then pushed both of them inside her. It was a tight fit, and he could feel the slick muscles of her vagina tightening around his fingers, repeatedly… she was orgasmning! A twisted smile appeared around the tusks of the orc as he looked up at the draenei woman’s face. Her eyes were clenched shut, and her mouth was grit, as if she were suffering in pain, but he knew that she was very far from anything near unpleasant.

The draenei cursed her body as she felt her walls clamp around the second finger that had been added to the first one already inside her. The constant, consistent nudging on her clit was torturously teasing, but then the stretching of the second finger inside her was enough to push her off the edge that had been slowly building up. She kept her eyes closed, her head turned away, she was so ashamed. The draenei woman wanted so badly to cry, she was sure if she saw the scene before her the tears would come.

The orc was grinning as he moved her legs off his shoulder and stood up. He undid his trousers and then slipped his loincloth off before he knelt back down and lifted the draenei’s hips up once more. Already erect from what he had done to his captive, he gently took his penis in hand and rubbed it at her entrance. This made her open her eyes and stare at the orc in horror. Her eyes begging and pleading things that she would never voice.

As his cock gently pressed at her sopping wet entrance she had to struggle not to moan. Those fingers had felt so nice, but the large green cock that she glanced at, that was between her legs, would fill her up so much more.

“You want it, don’t you?” he asked, pushing his head inside of her, and keeping it there. The draenei closed her eyes and turned her head to the side again, but he knew the real answer, and he slowly began to push harder at her entrance. Purposefully he went into her as slow as he could possibly manage, until she let out a moan, then he shoved his entire manhood into him as forcefully and fast as he could.

All gentleness that he had shown before was now gone. He violently was thrusting into her, to the point that she was whimpering, partly in pleasure, and partly in pain. There was no direct rhythm, he was just pushing himself into her as hard and deep as he could manage. Gripping her hips as hard as he could for leverage to keep up the grueling and painful pace.

The draenei cried out softly and leant upwards and tried to push him off.. Up until now everything had felt so good, but now she felt real pain. She had been tortured by withholding of pleasure by the monster fucking her, now he was violently having his way, and with a wicked look on his face.

She could do nothing to remove him, and her back fell back down to the ground. “Gentler…. please..” she whispered, feeling so degraded for begging such a thing from an orc. His face only grew darker and he gave a particularly hard thrust into her.

“Why would I do that, blue blood?” he replied, slowing his pace some so he could pound into her particularly hard, and reangled himself so it was more painful for her. Then slowly the pace picked up. The draenei ventured a glance downwards once more and saw some of her blue blood mixed in with the froth of liquid that she had excreted when the orc had been giving her pleasure… He was fucking her in the way that would be most painful. Suddenly he withdrew himself, and she gasped as she felt his hard dick pressing against her anus, one of his hands painfully holding her tail as leverage to reach it while she remained on her stomach to watch.

The orc pressed inside her so fast she let out a scream of surprised mixed with pain. Her throat was raw from the noise. He was keeping up the fast hard pace that he had been keeping in her cunt, and he gave her no time to adjust. She’d never had a foreign object up there before and it was painful to her and she could feel and smell her warm blood seeping out for lubrication for his cock.

“Ya little whore, so easy to get you off, to get you there,” he teased, “but then you’re a tease who doesn’t want to get me off!” With these words he began to thrust harder into her bum and finally pushed in and did not come out. The draenei cringed as she felt a warmness spreading inside of her… he was cumming deep inside her.

“Don’t want to worry about little bastards… I’m nice like that,” the orc explained, pulling his dick roughly out of her in a way that made her yelp from pain. He leaned in and forcefully kissed her on the lips. As he stood up and turned to go have some fun with the night elf he was stopped by all hell breaking loose--

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MEANWHILE….

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….Salferi could see the troll and the other night elf poking at the blood elf. "Don’t scream, don’t give into what they want!” the blood elf yelled out as loudly as she could. The two males stared down at her bemused as they jointly worked to disrobe her. The troll managed to grab her arms while the elf began to unbutton and untie her robes. She finally stopped struggling once she realized there was no point in it. She should save her energy for when there was more opportunity, like landing another kick in the groin.

….continued in chapter 4
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