Horrors of Warcraft

This story takes place immediately after Lickmarrow’s Hunt. It contains rape, snuff, necrophilia, M/m, M/f, F/m, F/f, scat... torture... Jesus. What the fuck is wrong with me?

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The sound of the engine sputtering and coughing itself into motion woke Ireza up from her light and silent sleep. Her body ached from several nights spent contorted into a small compartment next to the zeppelin engine, a long and narrow corridor no one ever looked in. She’d been silently lurking on this zeppelin for almost a week now, eating from a sparse pack of supplies and voiding when the ship was abandoned. Every time she felt the engine shudder to life she woke up to hunt.

For the most part the prey on these ships was entirely unsatisfactory- raw troops, freshly spawned from the graveyards of Tirisfal or the trial grounds of Durotar. However, occasionally, if one was lucky, you could catch some great warrior of the horde napping, not expecting an attacker 500 feet over the ground. A knife between the ribs, a quick sprint over the rails, and some unknown bandit could become a famous warrior over night. You heard about it all the time, but very few had the skill and fortitude necessary to hide in plain sight for the days or weeks necessary, the luck to find a worthwhile target, or even the knowledge to recognize a good catch.

Careful and silently the lithe night elf reached above her head and pulled herself along the narrow corridor, focusing on the grid of lights at the end of the tunnel. The muscles in her arms burned with the effort after almost a solid day and a half of disuse and awkward contortion, but she lightly exhaled with the pain and noiselessly pulled herself down the narrow corridor until she faced the grating that cast the grid of light and shadows.

Peeking out, she saw the pale dawning sun of Tirisfal above a completely abandoned deck. Catching a sigh of relief before it sounded, she pushed her face up against the grating and peered carefully out at the deck; no one was there.

With a mixture of relief and frustration, she pushed the grate open and pulled herself out of the tiny corridor that had been womb and prison for the last week and then carefully closed the grating behind her. Swiftly Ireza moved in the shadows of the walls; wincing at the creaking and cracking of her joints, she scouted the deck once more and then carefully made her way down the stairs. A light breeze followed her from the deck down the corridor, playing refreshingly along her spine as she glided slowly down the stairs. She was dressed sparsely in soft cotton pants and shirt, dyed pitch black against the deep blue of her skin. She went barefoot for stealth; her shoes were buried outside Brill along with her travelling equipment. All she had brought with her were the dark lightweight clothes she wore, a small satchel of rations, a skin of water, and a long wicked looking dagger. Unfortunately for her attempts at stealth, her hair was a lustrous white silver which made her show up brightly even in dark conditions. Because of this, whenever she travelled she had to either cut it or cover it up. However, she hadn’t had to hide in the darkness in a while, so now it ran, chaotic and unkempt from the last few days in the corridor, down her back.

Finally she reached the end of the stairwell and, hiding in the shadows, peered around the corner to see another room, as empty as the deck. Relaxing, gaining confidence, she walked into the familiar room and looked around. She was relieved that no one was here, that meant that she could use the bed. It always took the zeppelin, automated by some mysterious process, almost a day and a half to make its way to Durotar. With a sigh of contentment she fell back onto the bed. It was a crude thing, lumpy and full of bugs, but infinitely better than another night in the tiny maintenance crawlspace. Her eyes fell upon a faded rusty stain near the edge of the bed, and she grinned to herself remembering past triumphs. With a smile on her face she drifted off to sleep, hoping to dream of a better flight than this one.

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Ireza pushed open the grate and stepped out onto the deck, groaning quietly with discomfort. The hot dry air of Durotar hung heavy around her, but even that was better than the stagnant air, coated with her own unwashed stench, that had been her companion for the last five days in the maintenance corridor. Living in the maintenance corridor would, in fact, pose serious risk of causing asphyxiation if the tunnel didn’t go all the way through the ship, with another exit hidden on the bottom of the ship. Lost deep in the satisfaction of stretching out to her full height, just under seven feet tall, she momentarily forgot the danger she was in in enemy territory. Catching herself sharply, she glanced quickly around the deck once more to ensure she was alone, then dove into the shadows, gliding along the wall. Down the stairs she went, as she had many times before.

Halfway down the stairs she went tense. Someone was here. She could hear a squelching, liquid noise up ahead, in the small room with the bed in it. She wasn’t sure what the noise was, but she had a hunch. She readied her dagger in her right hand into a backwards grip and slowly, wishing all her skill into making each step utterly silent, Ireza slid up to the corner and gently leaned her head around, trying to expose herself as little as possible.

It took her a second to understand what exactly going on, but as she did a small moan escaped her. In the bedroom a large orc wearing a massive black robe lifted up over his waist was staring unfocussed at the ceiling, while a small and beautiful woman with purplish-white skin, raven black hair, and hooves like a goat’s knelt in front of him, a look of utmost concentration on her face, her head bobbing back and forth, her lips wrapped around the thick green prick. Strings of saliva dribbled down her chin, and as her head sawed the strings flew away, falling in strange silvery trajectories, forgotten by the supernatural lovers.

Strangely distant from Ireza’s will, her right arm dropped down and she rubbed the side of her hand between her legs, grinding the soft cloth of her pants against herself. Biting her lip slightly to silence herself, she humped her arm, gradually raising her arm with each pelvic thrust until she rubbed the cold rounded pommel of her dagger against her clit. Her night black pants glistened now with her juices, she bit down on her lip and tasted blood. And then it was time for action.

The succubus and orc didn’t so much as twitch as the black and blue blur glided into the room. By the time they were even aware of her presence it was too late. Twisting on her left foot, she kicked as hard with her right as she could, and with terrible precision the kick slammed into the succubus’s chin. The succubus tumbled back in a spray of blood, the orc howled and collapsed as though he had been struck dead. Ireza grinned once at the sight of the orc’s ugly face scrunched up, crying tears of loss and agony, then turned her attention back to relatively uninjured succubus.

The demon was on her hands and knees, staring at the large, bloody, and flaccid green organ she had just coughed up. Scattered around the severed and gore soaked orc cock were teeth, whole and in fragments, which until recently had been in her mouth. The succubus looked up, and somehow the glowing white eyes were so full of hurt that Ireza almost couldn’t stand from the burning in her gut. The demon slammed one goat foot onto the floor and shrieked in rage and agony, then leaped at the grinning night elf. Ireza giddily slammed her in the face with the pommel of her dagger, breaking the rest of the demon’s teeth and cracking her jaw, then in a brutal backslash cut a line from her ribcage past her navel, ending just above the curly pubic patch. With a curiously quiet sigh the succubus fell back onto her knees, and squealed, crying, as she held her arms across her stomach desperately trying to hold her guts in, black ichor spilling out from between her fingers.

Ireza heard a rustle and saw a shadow; swiftly she turned and effortlessly turned the clumsy sword attack from the semi-lucid orc aside with the palm of her hand, then realigned the same palm and slammed it into his face, breaking his nose. The warlock stumbled back and fell on the floor, and Ireza extended one long blue leg and, placing her foot on his face, slammed his head back into the floor. The elf stooped down and, with two fingers, gently picked up the hem of his thick black robe and dragged it up over his legs and stomach. She smirked as she revealed the bleeding stump that was the ruins of his cock, and was amused to note the large green testicles sitting there on the floor without penis as companion. Her breath quickening, Ireza picked up the foot that wasn’t currently standing on the orc’s face and, quivering, laid it down on top of the orc’s lonely and vulnerable balls. Slowly, bit by bit, she put more and more weight down on them as the warlock writhed and groaned under her. Smiling a smile of pure contentment, she raised her foot back up and, just as the orc began to relax, stomped down with all her weight.

Her entire body shuddered, juices running thickly down her legs, as she felt the testicles rupture and fall flat under her weight. A geyser of blood and semen spewed out of his ruined cock and sprayed her foot and leg. She savoured the sticky feel of the orc’s utter destruction dripping between her toes, and stepping lightly off of his head she brought the mess to his face and dipped her toes into his mouth so he could appreciate the taste, semi-conscious as he was.

Sighing contentedly, Ireza grabbed the orc’s hair and dragged him across the room to the succubus who stared at her with dull eyes, devoid of hope; black blood dripping thickly from the shattered remains of her jaw, her intestines leaking out from the gaping wound in her gut. With no warning, Ireza kicked her once more in the face, sending her sprawling, her guts erupting unceremoniously from her abdomen. Approaching from the side, Ireza forced the orc’s face into the broken succubus’s open wound and sat on his head, staring into the succubus’s shiny white eyes as the orc writhed and gurgled, then finally stilled.

Contently but regretfully, Ireza sighed. She knew the afternoon was almost over, and though she’d had a wonderful time it was a shame it would be over so soon. Her gut was still burning with arousal, and she hadn’t been able to do even a quarter of the things she’d wanted to with her playthings. With such bittersweet feelings, she stood up and hooked her thumbs into her pants and pulled them off, turned around, and squatted on the succubus’s bloody face. Even among the torrent of physical agonies the demon was in, the stench of unwashed elf was disgusting and overpowering.

“Lick me,” Ireza said, and realized those were the only words that had been exchanged during the whole brutal endeavour. The succubus obviously didn’t want to cooperate; despite the broken jaw the demon was desperately trying to bite her cunt. However, because all her teeth had been broken or knocked out the sensation was not at all unpleasant, and even where sharp fragments of tooth remained they weren’t long enough to cause any real discomfort.

As the demon chewed at her cunt with toothless gums, Ireza entertained herself by spreading the succubus’s pussy open. Despite her tremendous arousal, with clinical accuracy and concentration the elf dissected the cunt before her: first splitting the clitoris in two, then cutting across the clitoral hood and pulling it free, then pulling out the inner labia and severing it on one side, then the other, then finally simply thrusting the dagger as far inside the succubus’s cunt as it would go and raping her with it. After a minute or two of this, spent in an almost constantly orgasmic state, Ireza was surprised to notice that the demon under her was cold and stiff.

She sliced off one of the demon corpse’s nipples and popped it into her mouth, chewing on it thoughtfully, savouring the rubbery texture and the sulphurous taste of demon blood, as she stood up and surveyed the carnage.

“Gonna be a hell of a clean up.”

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And then it was a long long time ago, and Ireza was hunting with her brother Terem. It was her first time hunting live prey, but she’s been practicing with her bow in the village since she could stand upright. Today was her 14th birthday, and to celebrate she was going to catch tonight’s dinner.

A line of sweat ran down her forehead. She stood perfectly still with the bowstring drawn back to her ear and, eyes narrowed with concentration, peered at the deer. Her heart was pounding in her ears. Just as she was loosing the arrow she saw a strange flash of movement in the trees behind the deer and jerked, startled, then cursed as the arrow sailed off into the woods and the deer bounded away.

Behind her she heard laughter and her face flushed. “Why did you miss? I could have made that shot with one arm tied behind my back, both legs cut off, blindfolded, and while reciting our entire family’s names backwards. Is this all you’re made of? You’ve been bragging all month about how you never miss the target and-“

“Shut up,” she cried, “it wasn’t my fault! I saw something and it startled me.”

“Oh yes?” he laughed, “I’m sure it was a bear. 20 feet tall he was, breathing fire and made of steel! He would have devoured us all if you hadn’t scared him off now. Well then!” he smirked, “I suppose the entire village is in your debt.”

“Shut UP!” she yelled.

He smiled and put a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll be sure to tell them.”

Grimacing, she tried to shake out from under his grip, but he wouldn’t let go.

“Listen,” he said quietly, the mocking smile gone. “I’m sure you’ll hit the next one. Besides, I saw it too. I might have even missed in your place.”

Ireza stopped struggling and looked at her brother. “You saw it too?”

“Yes, though I couldn’t see what it was either. Now! We’re expected to catch dinner, and time is a wasting. Oh!” Terem exclaimed. “Before I forget, here.” He reached down and pulled a long, wickedly sharp dagger from his belt and handed it to her.

“This is…”

“My knife,” he grinned, “it’s been with me for a long time now. They say that it keeps a little bit of the soul of any beast it kills with it, and a little bit of every hunter who wields it as well. It is truly unique and amazing… just like you, Ireza.”

Her throat felt thick, it was difficult to swallow but she felt like she had to. Her eyes stung and she jumped up on her brother, wrapping her arms around him and holding him tight. He chuckled gently and stood up, forcing her to disengage.

“Anyway,” he said kindly, sliding the knife back into his belt, “I’ll hang onto it for now. Let’s go catch dinner.”

The shadows of the trees grew darker, the dream-world waxed and burned brighter than before.

“You did it!”

Later the same day, she stood triumphant over the corpse of a deer, an arrow jutting out of its side.

“You stay here and dress it,” her brother said excitedly, “I’ve, ah… Well, nature calls so to speak. I’ll be back in just a few minutes.”

Ireza didn’t notice when Terem didn’t come back. The shadows of the leaves darkened, an hour passed, the deer carcass was ready to be carried back to the village. And finally she realized she was alone in the forest.

“Terem?” she called, “Terem, where are you?”

Nothing. Ireza knew that in reality she had spent hours looking for him, but in the dream-world time was no obstacle to her suffering, and almost instantly she stood at the edge of the clearing. She had no idea what she was seeing, and at first she wanted to laugh the movement was so odd. Some dark shapeless mass was in front of her, bouncing up and down for no apparent reason. Quiet, deeply unsettling giggling noises emanated from the writhing black mass each time it fell. Slowly she circled around the edge of the clearing, peering at the bizarre hopping thing in the middle. The separate elements began to resolve themselves into an image, and just a moment before she knew what she was looking at she heard a horrendous keening scream. Only later did she realize that the scream was coming from her.

Her brother was collected in piles of red meat and blue skin in front of her, both of his arms and legs removed, and his lifeless eyes stared at her in pure mindless agony. That wasn’t the only pair of eyes staring at her though. A huge black gnoll sat on top of the remains of her brother, and it had one of his severed arms in its mouth that it was slowly chewing the meat off of. When it saw her, it bit cleanly through the bone with a resounding crack and then grinned at her. Slowly it stood up, and as it did she saw the gigantic bloody pink organ between its legs pop out of Terem’s ravaged asshole, making an audible noise as it did so, dripping red, black, and yellowish fluids on her brother’s mangled remains.

It must have had its fill, because it didn’t hunt her down when she ran, screaming and crying, back to the village. The next day they went back in full force, but there was barely anything left there. All they found was her brother’s corpse lying there, genitals chewed away, with her birthday present jutting out of his gaping asshole.

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Naked, in an endless void of blackness, Ireza was completely alone in the dream-world. Her brother’s dagger hung in the air in front of her, and she could see her reflection in its gleaming length. It spoke to her:

“He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster.” As her reflection spoke, black fur sprouted from its skin. Its teeth grew long and sharp, and the eyes burned with the malevolent glow that had haunted her sleep for years. The voice grew louder and louder until it was unbearable. “AND IF YOU GAZE FOR LONG INTO AN ABYSS, THE ABYSS GAZES ALSO INTO YOU.”

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Ireza sat bolt upright, panting, sweaty, terrified. The dream had been so vivid… And she hadn’t dreamt of her brother’s death in years. Seeing him, even in a dream, had left her deeply unsettled, and once more she felt like the little girl who had run away terrified for her own life. Even though it was a warm day, she felt cold, and held her arms in front of her across her breasts. Gradually, she got a hold of herself. Her breathing slowed, her sweat dried, and unsteadily Ireza got to her feet. Slowly, almost drunkenly, she stumbled her way up the stairs and onto the deck.

Though the day was warm, a refreshing breeze blew across the zeppelin from the ocean below. The view of the ocean was lovely, but still she felt the tension from her nightmare. Not only that, but she felt a familiar pain in her stomach; it had been almost three days since she’d had a chance to relieve herself. Carefully, painfully aware that to screw-up now would cause a swift and spectacularly embarrassing death, she pulled down her pants and, turning her back to the railing, hopped on top, hooking her ankles around the pillars supporting the rail.

As she tried to relax and let it flow, the shit dropping soundlessly off into the void, she thought about her dream. The first part of it made sense, seeing the bloodstain on the bed naturally brought back memories of her triumph several years ago. However, Ireza had no idea why the memory of her brother had returned after all this time. It made no sense, but she felt like there must be something here she was missing. Attempting nonchalance at the vulnerability of her position, Ireza gazed idly around the deck, though over the years she had snuck aboard and hunted on this ship the sight had become excruciatingly familiar. There was the engine, there was the stairs, there was the prow, there was the grating lying on the deck…

Wait. She’d closed the grating behind her, hadn’t she? Ireza peered at the battered grating. Someone or something had torn it apart, the metal bent where it had been brutally ripped from its hinges. The chain of her thoughts was interrupted as a huge furry paw grabbed her hair from behind and slammed her into the deck.

She slid a short way across the deck, leaving a streak of shit, but rolled with the slam and leapt to bring her dagger to bear. However, before Ireza could fully regain her balance the monster was on her, closing its jaws on the elbow of the arm holding her brother’s dagger. The crunch of its jaws snapping through her elbow momentarily muted the sound of her scream, but the scream continued for much, much longer as she writhed around on the deck, leaving a trail of blood and shit. Standing over her, the monster giggled in a way that froze her heart. Eyes wide, she looked up at the monster standing above her, her mangled arm in its mouth the same way her brother’s had been, and gazed, fascinated, deep into the malevolent stare that had haunted her for years. The same massive pink organ that had ravaged her brother jutted harshly up between them, and now she knew what the nightmare had meant.

This period of introspection was short lived. The beast bit down decisively on her severed arm eliciting another ear-splitting crack, the dagger falling free of her lifeless, twitching fingers and thunking into the deck right next to her belly. With that, the monster reached down and grabbed her unkempt white hair. Though the beast was almost a foot shorter than her, it effortless dragged her across the deck by her hair then slammed her face down. Ireza whimpered as she realized the grotesque gnoll was grinding her face into her own filth, then screamed as she felt the monster viciously try to force its way into her ass. The beast’s claws dug into her face and breasts for traction, and with each monstrous thrust the claws cut deeper and the beast pushed its way further into her bowels. Ireza could almost hear her flesh rip as it forced its prick into her, giggling each time it slammed its weight up against her.

She lost track of time, and for a small eternity she lay there as the beast violated her, her tears, blood, and shit mingling on the deck under her. After what could have been 5 minutes or five hours, the beast howled and pulled back with its claws, burying its cock in her ass. The claws raked across her body leaving her right breast a tattered pile of blood and fat and gouging deep into her left eyes as it left long bloody gashes in her face. Finally, spent, the gnoll collapsed on her, pinning her under its weight.

Another small eternity passed like that. Ireza just lay there under the monster and felt the burning of her wounds. She knew now that today she was going to die, and accepted it. She felt closer to her brother, now that she was able to die in the same horrendous way that he had met his end. Despite her agony, she felt a sense of contentment; everything had come full circle. She half smiled as she felt the weight leave her, felt the pop as cock fell out of her savaged asshole, and the beast almost gently grabbed one of her legs and flipped her over. Grinning a feral grin, the monster grabbed her neck and held her up to its eyes as it slowly tightened its grip, cutting off her air. Ireza closed her eyes and waited for oblivion.

“IS THIS ALL YOU’RE MADE OF?”

Her eyes flew open, casting wildly around to see who had spoken. Although the beast’s grip was cutting off the oxygen to her brain, she felt strangely lucid as she realized the voice hadn’t come from out there, but within. All of a sudden she had a giddy feeling, like her dream and reality had become one and the same. Ireza wasn’t sure how it was possible, but she felt as much as heard herself speak.

“An eye for an eye.”

And swift as lightning she lifted her remaining arm, grabbed the side of the gnoll’s snarling face, and curled her thumb inwards, gouging at the malevolent eye of her nightmares. The beast howled and hurled her backwards, falling to its knees and curling its paws around the bloody hole where its eye had been. It looked up at her, rage and glee contorting its features beyond even monstrousness, into sheer malevolent grotesquery. It was amazed to find her already standing, her one eye staring into its one eye, face gouged beyond recognition on one side, one breast mangled into strips of meat which dangled past her navel, semen and shit and blood dripping thickly down her legs. His victim bore the aspect of some terrible goddess of rape and war, undefeatable in her victimhood, eternal in her divine agony.

“Kill me!” She screamed, “And you will die! I will haunt you, I will curse you! My death is your death, and my heritage is the end of the world! My blood is your poisoned wine. Enjoy it… at your peril…” She trailed off and smiled at the monstrous gnoll.

The beast stared at her for a long moment and then barked a long shrill laugh of pure glee. It spread its arms, as though in worship, saluting the heavens for this gift. Ireza spread her arms too, her mangled right arm dripping thick dollops of gore onto the deck. And as suddenly as it started, this moment of tranquillity was over. Once more the monster was upon her, her white hair bundled up in its palm as it swung her head around and, with a terrible crack, slammed it into the railing. Blood splattered around her split skull and dripped down the rails as over and over again the beast smashed her skull into the unyielding wood.

Throughout it all, Ireza smiled. Just before everything went black she felt the beast’s cock force its way into her, and then she didn’t feel anything at all.

Over and over again the monster slammed her head into the railing as it raped the dead night elf’s cunt. By the time it came into her slowly cooling corpse, the front of her skull was completely staved in. Chunks of brain and chipped pieces of skull were scattered all over the deck, and the elf’s remaining eye dangled from the crushed socket, hanging by the optical nerve.

Grinning, sated, the beast sat heavily on the deck and panted to itself. A keening began in its throat, gradually crescendoing into a piercing, giggling howl of glee and regret, longing and hatred, love and hunger. Grabbing the remaining arm of the corpse, the thumb still coated in clotting red blood, the monster pulled her closer. Idly, reflectively, it licked at the digit still coated in its blood, savoring the taste of a minor defeat. Grinning, it remembered the goddess that had dared to harm him, and once more its glistening cock, stained in Ireza’s blood and shit, grew hard.

It pulled her corpse a little closer and, for once in its life, felt completely satisfied. As the beast’s hips thrust, it forced its cock bit by bit into the shattered remnants of the night elf’s brain, brutally fucking the only remnants of her will and personality into complete and utter oblivion.

As Lickmarrow’s back arched, as he growled contently deep in his throat, as the thick clumps of beast semen spurted into what was left of Ireza’s mind, he could only hope that there were more like this in the world. He savoured the pain in his eye as the only love he would ever have.