Diplomacy

Alexis Sunstar, paladin of the Holy Light, discovers her true purpose as a cocksleeve for the Horde.

Pairings: Human F x Troll M x Orc M x Tauren M

Contains: Massive tits, Monsterfucking, Interracial, Double vaginal penetration, Triple penetration, Anal sex, Throatfucking, Titfucking, Double titfuck, Stomach bulging, Branding, Excessive semen, Bondage (slight), Mind break, Degradation, Corruption, Multiple orgasms, Foursome, Implied gangbang

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"The Church of the Holy Light demands you turn away from these lands at once, as you are deep in Alliance ter -"

"Or what?" interrupted the orcish guard, his hungry gaze roaming up and down the mounted paladin's curves to linger for a few moments upon the impressive swell of her chest.

Alexis Sunstar had been sent by the Archbishop to stop the Horde's encroachment upon Alliance lands. What had begun as a simple outpost from which Horde adventurers launched forays into the Defias-infested Deadmines now boasted fortifications and signs of permanent construction, with more of the brutes arriving daily by boat up from Stranglethorn Vale.

Reports had even reached Stormwind of Westfall farmers spotting trolls and orcs pillaging their fields under cover of darkness.

There had been no skirmishes between the Horde and Alliance. Yet.

But with tensions as high as they were, it was only a matter of time until blood was spilled, for Greymantle's militia was already preparing to strike at the Horde's position if things did not improve.

Anything to avoid open conflict... she reminded herself.

"Or we will send the might of Stormwind to remove you by force," she finally replied, the golden grasses of Westfall moving gently with the winds. Despite the reminder she'd just given herself, the threat came out against her better judgment.

The stories she'd been told of these beasts made it difficult to find compassion in her heart. Before she could course-correct, however, the orc spoke up.

"Look at her," he chuckled to his companion, a spear-wielding troll with green hair tied up in a fashion that made it appear as a palm tree. Together, they protected the outpost's gates. "More tits than brains. Say, blondie, are all humans as dumb as you are? Tell me how, precisely, you think the Alliance can push us out when Stormwind can't even handle a few bandits?"

Alexis frowned at the green-skinned male's crude comments, and heat flushed her cheeks from embarrassment and fury in equal measure.

The troll at the gate chuckled. "Now, now, Gruz, I'm sure de lady's got something interesting to propose."

"Thank you," she nodded towards the troll, completely missing the intent behind those words and the lascivious stare he gave her after. "I have not come here to make threats, but to discuss how best to move forward. Now, if I could speak to the one in charge of this charming little... establishment of yours."

Before their conversation could progress any further, there came a rumbling beneath them, and Alexis's gold-armoured destrier snorted nervously.

The two guards straightened immediately, leering expressions vanishing as they snapped to attention.

There came a creaking of wood and the heavy gates slowly opened.

"What's this I hear of a visitor?" came a deep voice, and from behind the crude wooden gates emerged a mountain of muscle and far.

Alexis immediately recognized the newcomer as one of the tauren, though she'd never seen one in person before, for they had little presence in the Eastern Kingdoms, unlike the orcs and trolls who were common on the continent.

The tauren's massive horns barely cleared the top beam of the gates as he walked out to greet the paladin. Standing at his full height, he towered over Alexis even as she sat atop her armoured charger. Twelve feet tall and covered in black fur, the male's muscular form was adorned with tribal leathers and trinkets of beads and feathers hung from his arms and horns.

"This is not how we greet emissaries," his voice rumbled as he looked down at the much smaller men beside him.

The orc's shoulders slumped slightly. "Blood Guard, she -"

"I know what she is. And I know what she has come here to do," he interrupted, his eyes studying Alexis for a moment. The paladin felt positively minuscule beneath the colossus's gaze. "Do forgive these two. They forget that we are but visitors in your lands," he said, offering a polite bow, "and that we should treat emissaries well."

He extended a hand to her, which she took as he helped her down her mount.

"I am Alexis Sunstar, sent by Stormwind to resolve this situation," she announced, glancing at the two other men who'd taken to silence since the arrival of the gigantic black-furred Tauren.

"Well met, Alexis Sunstar of Stormwind. I am Borgan Grimtotem, and I lead this band of idiots. We have no hostile intentions, I assure you. But let us discuss these matters elsewhere, hm? The road from Stormwind to Westfall is a long one," the tauren said, extending an arm towards the inside of the outpost.

She followed him into the outpost, though she heard him ask the two guards at the entrance to follow them in. They were soon replaced by another pair of guards.

"Thank you for the welcome," Alexis said to Borgan as they made their way through the small outpost, and towards a large, conical tauren-styled tent at the other end of the fortified camp. "But... should these two be coming with us?"

The orc, Gruz, huffed indignantly but said nothing.

Borgan chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. "Perhaps not, but I wish to show Gruzkork and Zuni how diplomacy is done."

As they walked, Alexis felt eyes upon her. Eyes which, to her surprise, belonged only to men, for there were no women at all to be seen. Absent, too, were the undead Forsaken she'd heard of.

It had only been a few years since the plague had ravaged Lordaeron, and few were those in the Alliance who believed the undead could regain their free will, as the Horde claimed. Perhaps, then, had they thought it wiser to keep the undead away.

The camp held only orcs, trolls and a handful of tauren, all gawking openly at her.

Hungrily.

She was glad to have chosen her golden platemail for the trip, for she doubted these... creatures would have held themselves in check had she worn anything more revealing.

Though she should have been disgusted by such behavior, should have turned away, walked out... there she remained. Walking alongside them. Deeper, and deeper into their encampment.

Oddly enough, she found herself unbothered by their gaze. Or, at least, not as bothered as she should have been. Had she been in Stormwind, such lack of discipline would have been a direct affront to her sensibilities, and something that would have been swiftly corrected by superior officers.

Yet their commander's failure to correct such behavior troubled her more than the stares themselves, and she turned to Borgan.

When she turned, however, she'd forgotten the tauren's size for a moment, and her eyes fell directly upon the loincloth at his waist.

Breathing seemed an impossibility at the sight before her, and she froze as her eyes beheld something beneath the tauren's garment, something obscene, meaty, swinging pendulous, as though he were hiding an actual club between his legs.

She tore her gaze from it with much effort, though she knew not for how many seconds her own stare had lasted.

"Is something troubling you?" the tauren asked, looking straight ahead still.

Had she inadvertently said something? Done something to indicate her awe at the concealed behemoth she'd just beheld?

"A-ah... No!" she stammered, shaking her head. "I was just admiring the uh... architecture."

Borgan chuckled. "You should see Thunder Bluff. I am certain you would receive the warmest of welcomes there."

She laughed nervously as they reached the tent, the thick flaps parting to let the four of them inside. The interior was, to her delight, quite spacious, and the ground was covered with the pelts of animals she didn't quite recognize. The enclosed space, however, seemed designed to hold heat like an oven, which made her pause at the threshold, reconsidering, until Gruz prodded her behind with the butt of his axe.

"Please, sit," Borgan said, gesturing to a few cushions. "We've much to discuss regarding our current predicament."

Alexis glanced around as she took a seat, taking note of the fact that Gruz and Zuni were taking their seats nearby as well, and far closer than she would have liked. She tried to hide her distaste, to avoid glaring at them...

Fortunately, Borgan began speaking, and her attention was brought to him.

"Now, I suppose I should explain what it is the Horde is doing in Westfall," he said, "so that you may understand that we are not a threat to the Alliance in any capacity."

Alexis nodded. "I am listening," she said, a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead. Already, the tent's stifling heat was getting to her.

"Warchief Thrall has sent us to assist the Alliance with their difficulties in this region, to forge better relations between our peoples," he explained. "As has become clear to us, the Alliance, Stormwind in particular, has been facing challenges in defending its borders. Thrall believes that a weakened Alliance may result in the Horde's positions being threatened, in turn."

Alexis shifted uncomfortably as she felt sweat rolling down her skin under her armour.

"Difficulties... the Defias?" she asked, wiping the sweat from her brow with her tabard.

"Yes, among others. And in aiding the Alliance, the Horde strengthens its own warriors," Borgan continued explaining.

Gruz, the orc, grinned as he watched her discomfort. "Something the matter, human? You look like you're about to burst."

"It's nothing," she replied stiffly, trying to retain some semblance of dignity.

"Ya look like ya be cookin' alive, mon," Zuni then added, crouching a few scant feet away from her. "Why ya think we be wearin' so little?" He gestured down to his own minimal attire, which consisted of little more than a loincloth, leather straps, and wooden pauldrons carved to look like the grinning skull-masks common to most troll cultures.

And then, she spotted it. Behind the crimson loincloth he wore, something that made her eyes widen involuntarily. While the cloth draped down to touch the ground between his feet, it lay not flat, as beneath it, something fat and tubular extended from the troll's legs. So long was that shape that, even when crouching, it reached the floor beneath him, with the loincloth draped over it.

Alexis blinked. Once. Twice.

Was the heat getting to her? Surely, that thing couldn't be what she thought it was. No male could be so gifted... could they? What did she truly know of the monstrous men of the Horde, anyhow, save for the horror stories she'd been told as a girl? What did she know of their anatomy?

Quickly, she averted her gaze, tearing it back to Borgan, the massive Tauren offering his companions a warning glance.

"What my companions meant by their remarks is that this tent is designed to retain heat. It gets cold at night where we are from. Perhaps you would be more comfortable if you removed a few of your heavier armour pieces," Borgan suggested. "I know concepts of modesty differ between our cultures, but be not afraid, we would not force you to do so."

Gruz nodded a few times, taking on an uncharacteristically diplomatic tone. "Yes, and it would not do to have an Alliance emissary die in our care, now would it?"

Alexis swallowed, hesitating. They were right. At such a rate, she might collapse from the heat.

"Very well," she conceded after a few long moments, reaching for the clasps of her pauldrons. As her fingers worked the fastenings holding them in place, she reminded herself that this was a diplomatic mission. Collapsing would mean failure in her duty to Stormwind, to the Alliance.

With that rationalization firmly set in her mind, she removed both pauldrons, one after the other, setting them carefully beside her. Then came her gauntlets, which she set aside in like fashion.

Borgan nodded before he continued. "Now, as I was saying, these Defias have not only been attacking the Alliance, but our own scouts, as well, and have been spotted on Kalimdor, as well. Alliance problems left unchecked soon become Horde problems, you understand."

Alexis nodded. The relief from removing parts of her armour was immediate, though insufficient. Sweat still rolled down every square inch of her skin, and she found it difficult to focus on the bull-man's words.

The three males stared at her almost expectantly. She bit her lower lip. Of course, she knew where this was going. Had they done so on purpose? No, of course not, diplomatic meetings were private affairs, and she could not have brought them back to Sentinel Hill.

Borgan spoke of the Defias, the Dark Horde of Blackrock Spire, and even the Scourge in the faraway Plaguelands.

Alexis could barely listen, as she spotted Gruz moving in behind her. His hands were upon her shoulders.

"You still seem uncomfortable, human," his gruff voice said. "Perhaps..."

"Thank you, but I..." the words caught in her throat, her protests weak, lacking much of her earlier conviction.

Before long, those thick green fingers were working the buckles of her armour, making quick work of the leather straps. His scent reached her nostrils as he unfastened her armour. Something musky, wild, and not wholly unpleasant.

When at last those last buckles came undone, he helped lift the heavy chestpiece away. The orc had not even put the breastplate away when a profound silence fell over the tent, and all three males stared at Alexis, stunned.

Even with the padded gambison still covering her, there was no hiding the truth her custom-fitted armour had managed to contain as upon her chest hung two overripe tits that seemed wholly out of place on a woman of her otherwise petite stature. Even Borgan, who'd been nothing but calm and measured in his words and actions, had been stopped mid-sentence, mouth agape.

The mass of those mountainous orbs was such that they dominated her frame, resting heavily upon her lap, even in the visibly tight confines of that gambeson.

For a long moment, all three males stared at her, and Alexis shifted uncomfortably, that slightest of movements causing a subtle movement, those gargantuan melons of hers shifting about and only making worse the attention-drawing effect of those pumpkin-sized knockers. While she normally abhorred such attention, she found their current situation quite exciting, truth be told.

After a time, however, Alexis finally broke the silence. "Shall we continue?" she prompted, trying to shake them out of it somewhat.

Borgan blinked at last, visibly shaken. He took a deep breath. "The... yes... the... Um...!" he trailed off, words failing him entirely.

"We were discussing the Defias, I believe," she said, trying to prod him along.

"De... fi... as..." Zuni repeated mechanically. His eyes remained glued to her tits.

"Yes, the Defias," repeated the paladin, crossing her arms annoyedly over her chest. Or, rather, attempting to, for those monumental mammaries were of such a size that no matter where she crossed her arms, be it beneath, above, or in front of her tits, it only served to push them in to accentuate their vastness.

Deciding that her best bet in getting them to snap back to reality was to cross her arms in front of her chest, she did so, and the result was immediate. All three males' eyes snapped back to her eyes.

"Hurmf, the witch has enspelled us," a shaken Gruz managed, rubbing his eyes.

Perhaps she held more sway over these creatures than she'd previously thought. She reached up, hooking her finger into her collar, dramatically tugging on it as if to evacuate some of the heat. "Oh, this heat is still rather difficult," she moaned, bringing her hands to the laces of the gambeson, unlacing it slowly from the neck down.

With but a single tug of the cord, the pressure inside the garment became immediately apparent as the topmost eyelets spread apart immediately, as though finally allowed to breathe.

If Borgan, Zuni and Gruz had managed to regain some semblance of cognisance, they soon lost it once more as they watched the spectacle unfold before them.

Inch by inch, she undid her gambeson which, now freed of its laces, bowed outward. Her tits, those behemoth, wobbling masses, long compressed by the padded garment, were now asserting their true volume.

The three warriors had thought the human woman blessed. They'd thought she was merely curvaceous, chesty, but what they were witnessing exceeded even that.

At long last, the final lace came undone, and Alexis paused, teasing the three males with the vast expanse of pale cleavage on display, bulging outward from her the garment's décolletage.

A grin gracing her lips, Alexis then pulled the padded piece from herself, up and over her shoulders, tossing it aside. What had seemed enormous within the confines of the gambeson now appeared truly titanic, and a veritable wall of titflesh surged forward, freed from not one but two restrictive armour pieces.

Now held in nothing but the thin, sweat-soaked cloth of her shift, those enormous orbs seemed massive enough to smother even the colossal Borgan.

The clatter of her breastplate striking the ground finally tore Alexis's attention from her own relief. Her shift clung to her like a second skin, its thin white fabric quite nearly transparent from the sweat, and the outline of her nipples was plainly visible to any and all who looked upon her.

Alexis had intended to merely tease them as they had so clearly wanted to see her show more skin, to use her appearance to gain some advantage in these negotiations. And while she'd clearly needed relief from the oppressing heat of the tent, there had been some tactical, diplomatic considerations behind the gestures, as well.

Though when her eyes fell to the three men assembled before her, she felt her breathing suddenly become more difficult, as though her mind had simply forgotten, in shock, how to do so.

Before her stood not just three aroused males. That, she had seen plenty of, and would not have been so amazed at the sight. Rather, there jutted proudly from the three male's crotches three loincloth-covered colossi, easily thrice the size of the largest human cocks she'd seen.

Regaining her composure, Alexis simply chuckled. "My, oh my, what flattery," she cooed.

Negotiation from positions of power always yielded better outcomes, she knew. And she would not allow her control to slip.

And so, she rose as the three males before her remained either crouching or sitting, their cocks pointing straight up towards her. Her great, oversized tits swung about within the linen confines of her sweat-soaked shift, drawing hungry stares from the tit-notized trio.

"Now," she began, "I hope you don't mind me getting a little more comfortable. Borgan, I believe you were telling me about Defias activity in the region, mmh? Please, pay me no mind as you continue your explanations."

The tauren swallowed, as hearing his name seemed to draw him out of his stupor. "I, uh... Yes, the Defias. I believe Gruz can tell you more about... what he saw in the mines..."

His eyes never left her as she began working at the first buckles of her greaves, fingers lingering over the clasps. A soft click signaled the first clasp being undone.

The orc, who'd become silent after the removal of the woman's breastplate, nodded once, nodded again, and then finally shook his head. "Yes, hrm! Well! In the mines beneath Moonbrook, we have uncovered what appears to be a rather worrisome operation by these bandits!"

Alexis nodded a few times. "Yes, we are well aware of the Defias presence in that area," she said dismissively, as she continued working at her greaves, each click of those clasps accompanied by a sigh of relief as her skin was allowed to breathe, if only slightly.

Gruz, not expecting to be brushed aside in such a fashion, could find no retort in him, and Zuni took over. "We be findin' these tunnels be connected to a gate, set in a cliff Stranglethorn, large enough to fit a vessel of staggering proportions, mon," the troll continued.

Now, that was an interesting piece of information, she thought, leaning forward further to get at another buckle. That new position caused her neckline to dip dangerously low, revealing a canyon of cleavage so deep that the three men's brains fizzled out once more, albeit briefly this time. And when she forced some of those clasps open, the sudden movement from her arm and upper body sent those pale, fleshy boulders to swinging and wobbling, quite nearly causing her to tip over on more than one occasion.

"Does the lady need assistance?" Borgan finally asked, his expression nearly vacant as he watched her work.

"Oh no, not at all. Do tell me, however, what the Horde's long-term goals are here? Will this camp be dismantled once the Defias are dealt with? Or will we have another Horde outpost on the Alliance's doorstep?" she asked as, with deliberate showmanship, she continued removing her armour, baring herself before them.

The protective metal was eventually removed, revealing form-fitting leggings to prevent chafing from the chain and platemail of her golden armour.

"We... we seek cooperation," began the Tauren, watching the human slowly peel her leggings down.

"Mmh, and?" she asked, eyeing the throbbing length between his legs. With each word spoken, she pulled the cloth down a little further.

"Thrall... has sent us to establish..."

A few more inches of her thigh were revealed to the three males. "Establish? Mmh? Sounds rather permanent?"

"Yes, a permanent settlement..." he continued, eyes glued to her. His cock throbbed once, and a fat dollop of clear precum fell to the floor. His maleness, however, remained covered by his loincloth.

"Well that's not what you'd been telling me," she raised her eyebrows, surprised, though still rewarded his honesty with a little tug of her leggings. More than half her thigh was now revealed to them. "Tell me more."

"We..." he was about to continue, but caught himself, realising he'd already said too much.

"... sent spies into your towns to gather information," Zuni completed, eager for more skin to be revealed.

Alexis cooed, shifting her weight from one leg to the other as she brought her garment down ever so slowly. Determined to keep them enthralled, she turned around as she did so, giving them a full view of her rump, a navy blue thong separating those alabaster cheeks. "Good boy," she teased, leaning forward a little.

Even from behind, they could see her gigantic tits swinging from the movement, her shift hanging low enough that they could plainly see the undersides of those pale mountains swinging about.

Once the fabric had reached mid-shin, however, she felt a pair of hands suddenly upon her rear, and she gasped. She stood up suddenly, ready to spin around in a fury, only to find Gruz and Zuni on either side of her, and Borgan's fingers squeezing the huge, pale cheeks of her rump hungrily.

She'd thought them completely under her control, slavering beasts to be used as she saw fit...

"Now, might we discuss what we will receive in return for such precious information?" the tauren huffed.

Had she pushed them too far in her teasing? She bit her lower lip, knowing she might have gotten herself in more trouble than initially anticipated. It had seemed like such a smart play, to use their desires against them in such a fashion. Now, with Borgan's grip upon her ass, and with the two other Horde soldiers flanking her, the confidence she'd built up vanished quicker than a rogue in danger.

"I be thinkin' her services might help our warriors keepin' themselves in check," Zuni said, a grin crossing his tusked face, as Gruz gave a single nod of response.

Both their hands were then upon her arms, tugging with strength enough that she could do little but fall back to the ground, on her knees, eyes level with their obscene, rock-hard dicks: green, blue and mottled. Those turgid lengths cast three imposing, menacing shadows over her face by the light that came in through the small opening at the very top of the tent.

The things were, to put it bluntly, fucking massive, with Gruz's manhood only as long as her forearm, though far thicker, in a sort of imitation of his own physique - shorter than the other two, but far more broad, bulging in the middle like some vascular, throbbing keg.

Zuni's cock seemed lankier than the other two, though remained incredibly fat, almost to an intimidating degree, though its sideways curve gave it an odd allure that made her mouth water.

But it was not those two that captured her attention most, for Borgan, 12-foot tall colossus that he was, sported a cock that seemed closer in size to a battering ram than to any male appendage she'd heard or read of. Oh, tales did tell of how gifted Tauren men were, but this seemed wholly out of proportion with even those exaggerated tales.

"By the Light..." she finally managed, mouth half-agape at the sight before her.

Before she could even fully process that sight, Borgan gripped the base of his cock, lifting the heavy hammer-like appendage slowly before dropping it entirely with a wet, meaty SLAP! across her face, eliciting a soft, whimpering moan from the helpless paladin.

"Ahn~!"

The other two warriors took it as a sign to begin putting her in her place, too, and their cockheads were soon upon her cheeks, rubbing their fat, precum-dribbling prickhelms against her skin. In mere moments, her face had been turned from merely a little sweaty to a sloppy, precum-slicked mess.

And the smell, the musk of them, assailing her nostrils...

Her head swam, and she could barely stay afloat, surrounded as she was by a ring of three enormous, pulsating fuckpoles, all so eager for her.

A soft, whimpering moan fell from her parted lips as Borgan's gigantic, flared cockhead pressed to them, a hefty dollop of precum oozing from its head. Soon, the clear liquid coated her lips, glazing them, and she failed to resist the temptation of licking her lips.

The taste was unlike any other she'd tasted, powerful, raw, earthy, masculine.

Before she could realize what she was doing, her hands were around Gruz's fat green pole and Zuni's hefty blue one, gently stroking them as her tongue began working Borgan's vast, vascular bull-dick.

"Mmh~" came another moan as she tasted the Tauren's maleness, savoured it.

"What was that, mon?" chuckled Zuni, pumping his hips into her grasp ever so softly.

"These are human negotiation tactics. It is how they greet those who are superior," Gruz explained, eyes fixed upon the ultra-stacked paladin pumping his length. "That is what my father told me of the time he took Stormwind with Doomhammer's Horde. Human whores for days riding his cock!" he laughed.

There was the cocky warrior she'd met when she'd first arrived. Alexis had almost thought the creature gone, with how docile he'd become at the sight of her nearly-bare form.

"Alliance women are all the same, it seems," Borgan said with a huff as he watched Alexis slowly but surely begin taking the head of his cock into her mouth. "The Kaldorei are not so different. The sight of a Tauren cock is enough to drive them wild."

The three of them shared a laugh as Alexis redoubled her effort. She cared little for their humiliating words, only for those fat, throbbing cocks, so eager for her... Of course, what they were saying about Alliance women couldn't be true, could it?

Surely, no self-respecting woman would debase herself in such a fashion. Not with such beasts. Not with such supremely hung beasts...

She was in control. Not them. Not... "Mmmfff!" came her muffled moan as Borgan thrust his hips forward, as if sensing her inner thoughts, as if to silence them. His hand gripped her blonde locks firmly to hold her head as he shoved himself into her warm, wet mouth.

Her lips stretched thin around the Tauren's girth, Alexis's eyes widened as inch after throbbing inch disappeared into her mouth and tears of effort appeared at the corners of her eyes.

In the commotion, the shift stuck to her sweat-slicked tits had slipped, tugged down slightly to reveal more of those enormous pale jugs of hers. Despite being quite nearly bare, sweat still rolled down in beads down her form.

Alexis couldn't find it in her to protest, as she was slowly realising how much she wanted this. By the Light, she wanted this...

As Borgan continued the arduous process of stuffing his cock down the paladin's throat, Zuni and Gruz reached down, gripping the sides of her shift. With but a single tug, the two warriors tore the garment down its center, and with a satisfying "rrrip" it came undone, allowing those behemoth udders to come surging forward, slapping meatily upon her stomach.

Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her breasts. Their size, however, made them far too large to conceal, spilling out above and under her forearms, allowing her no modesty.

"No need," grunted Gruz, reaching down to grip the woman's wrists firmly, pulling her arms away to reveal those colossal knockers in all their glory, each one capped with a thumb-thick nipple, already hard from excitement.

All the while, Gruz and Zuni had continued plapping their fat, heavy dicks across her face, smearing her countenance with their abundant precum.

The Tauren's cock was overwhelming, and her eyes widened before rolling up into her skull as she felt him hit the back of her throat, that milestone accompanied by a lewd GLRK! from her.

Gagging around that intrusion, Alexis looked up at the grinning, black-furred Tauren. Tears of effort now rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the precum and leaving black streaks where her makeup had run.

Her hands, as if seeking to stabilize her, went to the blue and green cocks on either side of her, as they'd slipped from her grasp when Borgan had truly begun pushing himself down into her throat. Her hands, barely even able to encompass half those great lengths, stroked them faster than before.

Groans of approval came of her actions, encouraging her to keep going.

The two males on either side of her reached down as she kept jerking them off, each one taking hold of one of those gigantic pale tits of hers, wobbling about with the movements of her arms.

Head tilted back to take more of Borgan's cock, Alexis choked and sputtered upon him, spit and precum rolling down her chin and throat, and over the bulge forming from the sheer volume of dickmeat she was forced to gobble down.

As she struggled against that oral impalement, Gruz and Zuni groped and fondled her immense breasts hard. Fingers sank into her flesh, overflowing from between splayed fingers, and she could feel them tug and twist her nipples.

Zuni, cackling at the sight of seeing a hated human brought down so, made a comment about 'human diplomacy' that Alexis barely registered.

Her world was little more than cock, now. Horde cock, to be precise.

Fap fap fap came the sound of her hands pumping their turgid cocks as they amused themselves with her tits, Borgan shoving another few inches of himself down her gurgling, gagging throat, the bulging outline of his cock visible as it violated that tight passage.

Much to her surprise, she soon felt the pressure of Zuni's fingers leave her breast, and, out of the corner of her eye, saw the troll crouching next to her, his cock slipping free of her grasp.

With another cackle coming from the blue-skinned male, she heard the distinct sound of a blade being drawn from its sheathe, and she braced for the worst. She felt the cold metal press against her skin, and then felt the pressure of her navy-blue thong being released. The severed garment fell away, leaving Alexis completely bare.

Before she could react, the troll gathered her wrists, pulling them forward. With surprising speed, he used the torn thong to bind her wrists together in front of her, cinching the fabric tight.

Gruz grumbled as the paladin's hand was pulled from his cock, glaring at his troll companion.

His annoyance melted away, however, when he noticed the effect that the paladin's new position had. With her arms drawn together before her, Alexis's already enormous tits were pushed inward, creating a deep canyon of cleavage that made all three males salivate. Those massive globes swelled upward and together between her arms, eliciting a low rumble of approval from Borgan, the Tauren thrusting forward to shove another six or so inches of cock down the gagging, moaning whore-adin's convulsing throat.

Eventually, and after much effort, Alexis managed to fit every inch of Borgan's organ into that tight passage.

And she began moving herself up and down that arm-long cock, much to the others' delight.

Gruz chuckled. "Thrall's balls, she's really getting into it," he remarked, stroking his cock as his fingers squeezed the paladin's tits hard, tweaking and tugging on her nipples to draw out more muffled, whorish moans from the blonde cockwhore.

Borgan groaned, and while he appreciated the human's enthusiasm, he needed to take her properly. And so, his hips began moving, his tempo growing with each thrust as he began properly skull-fucking Alexis, his balls, twice as large as her fists, swung like twin wrecking balls against her chin with lewd plap plap plap sounds.

Such was Borgan's height that, as he fucked down into Alexis's throat, he stood quite nearly over her, with her being between his legs.

That position allowed Zuni and Gruz to move into place, eager to finally have a go at the human's obscene cow-tits. Zuni dropped into that classic troll crouch, his long blue dick pointing upward towards that deep valley of cleavage.

Gruz, meanwhile, stood above her, his thick barrel of a cock angling down towards those pale mountains.

With that, Zuni thrust upward, curved blue dick vanishing between Alexis's gargantuan dickpillows as, synchronously, Gruz plunged downward from above.

Both warriors had their hands on the human's tits as they began slowly fucking them, squeezing those monumental melons tight around those wobbling meatboulders.

And yet, Alexis barely even registered what they were doing.

HEr mind, her consciousness, had narrowed to little more than the gigantic meat-totem ploughing her throat, stretching that tight passage out. With each downward push of his gargantuan bulldick, Alexis's throat bulged, the depth of that penetration plainly visible by the stretching of her skin around it.

GLRK! GLRK!

There came of that throatwrecking an avalanche of obscene, wet sounds as the tauren's pendulous balls slammed into her face with meaty impacts. PLAP! PLAP!

Dimly, she could feel Zuni thrust upward, his hips smacking again and again against the underside of her tits as Gruz slammed into her cleavage from above, though she keenly felt their hands and fingers as they groped her tits hard and toyed with her engorged nipples.

Alexis's eyes rolled back until only the whites showed, her face a mess of streaked makeup from the strain of having her throat used in such a fashion, as little more than a warm, tight fucksleeve for the enormous tauren bull.

Zuni and Gruz redoubled their efforts, determined to take their pleasure from the woman, their fingers digging deeper into her pale, yielding flesh.

GLK GLK GLK!

Those sloppy sounds filled the tent, and likely could be heard by the soldiers outside, the cacophonous sounds of that claiming drowning out even the rhythmic plapping of the orc and troll breeding her hefty milkers.

Though the Light allowed her stamina beyond normal human bounds, Alexis could nonetheless feel the need for oxygen growing, her throat spasming reflexively for air and, inadvertently, massaging further the tauren's giant slab of dickmeat as it slammed down into her throat again and again.

"Take it, whore," rumbled the tauren, fingers gripping her hair harder, holding her firmly.

Alexis's eyes widened as she felt his cock thicken.

And throb.

Time seemed to slow for a moment, and the paladin could for the first time feel how the orc and troll were fucking her tits, hips slapping those giant udders of hers, sending rippling waves of titfat out with each slapping collision.

They, too, it seemed, were near their own release, as their precum had turned her cleavage into a slick, sloppy mess.

With a triumphant roar, Borgan then came.

She could barely brace herself as his cock pulsed visibly in her throat, the sheer volume of his seed visible against her throat as that first blast travelled down, quite nearly the size of her own fist.

Down and down it went, until she felt that first cum-blast flood her stomach with hot, thick seed. So copious was that release that, despite being deposited directly into her stomach, its volume had nowhere else to go but up, forcing its way through the tight seal of her lips.

Fat globs of jizz soon cascaded down her chin, and Borgan was forced to extract himself from the human's lips with a lewd as he continued blasting her esophagus with gallons of piping hot ballbatter on the way out, painting every inch of the upper half of her digestive tract with that off-white bullcum.

At last, and with a lewd plop! his cock came free, and he began blasting her face with the remainder of his release. A release which showed no signs of stopping yet, as the backwash of creamy seed surged forth from her lips.

Alexis gasped desperately for air, makeup-streaked face tilting upward just in time to receive the full front of Borgan's continuing deluge.

Hearing the far larger male's climax, and by the sheer weight and tightness of Alexis's tits, the two other warriors reached their peaks as well, with only seconds separating them.

"Hnnnghhrrrmmff...!" groaned Gruz, seemingly trying to hold on for a few moments longer, though the effort proved futile.

He and Zuni began shooting their loads deep inside Alexis's cleavage, flooding the tight space between those enormous jugs of hers with their sticky tributes.

Much as Borgan's cum had been spurting out the corners of her mouth before he'd pulled himself from her throat, the orc and troll's jizz soon began bursting out from the top and bottom of her cleavage, flowing down those wobbling slopes in fat ropes.

With her hands bound as they were by her own undergarments, Alexis could do little more than open her mouth and accept the tauren's load as he continued firing off thick ropes of his essence upon her messy countenance.

His load clung to her skin in heavy globs as it continued to rain down upon her, fat and thick, as the human moaned wantonly at the taste of his load covering her tongue.

Before Borgan's release had even begun dwindling, Gruz and Zuni had pulled themselves from the woman's cleavage, joining their leader in painting the cock-ruined whore of a human with cum in quantities that left her looking like little more than a glazed pastry.

Alexis's world was now dick and cum. Monstrous, Horde dick and cum.

Superior Horde dick.

Moaning whorishly, she gulped down whatever she could gather with her open mouth and tongue as the three males blasted her with rope after rope of pearlescent nut, criss-crossing across her face, hair and tits.

The three warriors continued pumping their shafts, squeezing out every last drop onto the thoroughly defiled paladin. When, at long last, their powerful ejaculations began to slow, Alexis resembled less a proud Alliance emissary and more a cum-glazed monument to Horde dominance.

Through cum-coated lips, she managed a weak: "Is that all?"

Borgan began laughing, and his two subordinates joined in.

"We are only getting started," came the Tauren's reply, plapping his cock a few times across the human's cheeks, cementing her total and utter submission to him. "We have so many topics to cover, do we not? Your superiors, I am sure, would want you to get as much out of this as possible, don't you think?"

The two other males nodded, wiping their cocks with her cum-clumped hair.

Still recovering and catching her breath, the cum-drenched paladin looked up to the trio of men before her and saw that they were still hard, fully engorged and throbbing, undiminished despite the gallons they'd just pumped out.

Most Alliance men she'd known had always needed recovery time after a single release. Yet, these Horde warriors now stood before her with their gigantic cocks still hard and eager for more as though they'd not yet painted her with gallons of their thick, potent jizz.

For but a moment, a perverse thought crossed her mind. These were creatures built for fucking, for breeding. These were not men who would offer her polite and gentle intercourse. They would take her, ruin her, leave her moaning and begging for more.

"Human males must be quite disappointing," said Borgan, still stroking a few dollops of cum from his cock. "A single load down your throat and you look like a pup begging for table scraps."

Alexis licked her lips and nodded, tasting the cooling cum that plastered her face still.

He chuckled at her response, leaning forward. His massive hands encircled her waist, though one might have sufficed, and he hoisted her into the air as though she were made of straw. A gasp, hoarse from the throatfucking she'd just endured, fell from her lips, the sudden movement setting her gigantic tits to bouncing.

She soon found herself suspended in the air with her back to Borgan's chest, wrists still bound at waist-level.

Borgan then adjusted his grip, bringing his strong hands to her thighs, gripping them from below so that she was forced into a folded position with her knees pressed to her shoulders, thus exposing her glistening pussy to the troll and orc before her.

She was then lifted a little, and she could feel the tauren shuffling slightly, adjusting her, lowering her, until she felt the unmistakable heat of one gigantic tauren bulldick prodding at her ass, pushing aside the plush meat of her behind until the head of his cock kissed her puckered backdoor.

"Ahn... It'll never fit," she gasped, biting her lower lip. She wanted it. She wanted to get ruined by that absolute beast of a dick. But she knew not if taking it was even physically possible.

She'd taken him down her throat, but had her connection to the light not been as strong, she would likely have passed out... This was a proposition quite unlike what she'd just endured.

That pressure increased gradually, and the meaty, throbbing battering ram of a cock continued trying to breach that tightness, her ass hole refusing to yield to the tauren's monstrous proportions.

Her body tensed as a choked gasp escaped her. The tauren grunted in frustration, easing back only slightly as he maintained his grip on her thighs.

Zuni chuckled. "De humans be whores, but dey not be made ta handle de likes o' you, Borgan," he said, taking a single step towards them.

His hands glowed purple for a moment as he chanted something in his native tongue. Without warning, his palm pressed to her mons, and a tingling heat tore through her entire body. Her back arched and her eyes rolled up into her skull, a long, wailing moan leaving her as the troll's voodoo worked its way through her.

Had there not been two pumpkin-sized tits glued to her chest, Alexis might have seen the mark left upon her pubis by the troll's palm as, right above her pussy now glowed the unmistakable shape of a Horde symbol, deep red.

"Nice touch," Gruz commented, grinning.

"Sometin' ta remember us by," the troll chuckled.

After a minute or so, the burning sensation faded from her consciousness, instead replaced by an odd heat, a want that needed to be filled. She whimpered slightly, reflexively thrusting her ass out towards Borgan's cock.

The tauren only chuckled, angling his hips so that rock-hard cock of his could begin its invasion once more. This time, her body surrendered to him completely, that fat, throbbing head of his finding little to no resistance in the woman.

That tight, pink ring of muscle gave, and he found himself pushing himself into her, inch by throbbing inch, forcing from her a stream of moans and whimpers. And so began the paladin's impalement, her gigantic tits bouncing and wobbling about with each writhing twist of her upper body.

Such was the size of that penetration and its angle that the head of Borgan's cock was plainly visible, pushing out against her skin. That sight proved too tempting for the orc and troll to resist. The pair exchanged a glance, a grin, and moved to her, cocks in hand.

Gruz came in first, the fat pink head of his green dick leaking incredible amounts of precum.

A wanton moan fell from her as she felt him push that same glistening cockhead to her dripping gash, slowly spreading her upon him. Even though his size was likely only half Borgan's, he remain far, far larger than any human cock she'd ever known, and -

Her vision briefly became blurry, lights flashing at the corners of her eyes as she started cumming.

"NNNGGGHHHFFFFUUUuuuuuu.. ccckkk..." she groaned, jaw clenched and muscles tensing as only a few inches of orcish dick was pushed into her. The human's body trembled and shook as she came upon that fat green pole, pussy squeezing him hard.

Surprised though he was, Gruz didn't relent, grinning and offering a glance to his companion to indicate his appreciation of the magic he'd work. Once his cock was deep enough inside that wet pink hole, his fingers moved up to grope and fondle those monumental tits, leaning forward to trap a thick pink nipple between his hungry lips.

Zuni shrugged. "Dis not be me work, mon," he replied.

And indeed, Alexis was cumming as she would have even without any magical assistance, for she'd become hopelessly addicted to Horde dick by now.

She'd cum from but the tip of an orc cock. And she wanted more. She needed more.

All the while, Borgan kept steadily feeding more of his overgrown bulldick into her ass, the bulge of that cockhead visible as it worked its way upward.

Each added inch of green dick stuffed into her seemed to prolong her orgasm, which in turn only encouraged the orc to stuff her further, which then served to turn her further into a drooling, cock-addled fuckpuppet of a whore.

"M-more..." she finally managed, when her moaning and wailing had slowed to a more manageable level.

"I be tinkin' I should test de limits of da voodoo," Zuni said, making his way next to Gruz.

The orc shot him an inquisitive glance as he stuffed another few inches of himself up that quivering human quim, finally bottoming out just as Borgan managed to cram half his obese cock up her flexing ass hole.

Understanding dawned upon Gruz's features when Zuni aligned their cocks, pressing it against the human's dripping, sloppy cunt. The feeling of a second cock working to enter her sent her into another series of mind-melting orgasms, made even more powerful as the troll managed to cram himself into her, right next to the orc.

The paladin's eyes widened for a moment, then rolled upwards once more as another pleasure-tsunami drowned her mind, fracturing her brain further and further. A scream, borne of pure ecstasy, was torn from the dick-stuffed blonde, her pussy stretching to accommodate both massive cocks.

How could she even go back to human dick after this?

Before she knew it, all three males were crammed inside her, beginning a gradual rhythm as she cried, moaned and begged for more.

Her request fell on eager ears, and the three warriors happily obliged.

Those massive tits bounce and sloshed about wildly with each upward thrust, and her bound hands found their way to her slick cunt. Despite being bound at the wrists, her hands managed to rub and play with her eager, swollen clit, bringing her to heights of pleasure she could never have imagined possible.

Alexis's world soon became little more than cock, cum, and pleasure. The tent filled with the wet, squelching sounds of that brutal, animalistic fucking, the meaty slapping of flesh on flesh, the slurping, sucking sounds of troll and orc mouths devouring those mountainous fuckpillows.

"Do tell us," huffed Borgan, "who does Alexis Sunstar serve?"

"The HooOORRRddee!" she screamed with no hesitation as another orgasm tore through her from that declaration alone. "My holes belong to Horde cock!"

Through it all, Alexis hung suspended between their muscular forms, screeching her ecstasy as she bounced upon three giant horde cocks, mind fragmenting under the continuous barrage of orgasms, and boiund hands frantically working her swollen clit.

Her once-immaculate blonde hair now hung in cum-matted tangles, makeup streaking down her face in black rivers mixed with sweat and drying jizz.

SLAP! SLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Their fat, cum-laden ballsacks slapped her flesh again and again, in an ever-increasing tempo as their thrusts became harder, deeper, and more vicious. Her tongue fell from her mouth, drool running down her chin as those three monstrous cocks pistoned into her with force enough that the three bulges in her abdomen seemed to be fighting for space as they worked to reshape her insides.

With her body locked in a long, mind-rending orgasm, Alexis's thoughts were only of cock. Of cum. Of being bred by these superior beings.

Juices, frothy and plentiful, fell from her overstuffed pussy as Zuni and Gruz continued their assault, pushing up into her and forcing guttural, animalistic sounds from the cock-addicted paladin. Combined with the tight grip of her pussy, those abundant juices made lewd squelching sounds with each of their thrusts, pussy lips stretched thin around their combined girth, clinging to their cocks as they pulled out.

Each powerful thrust triggered in her another peak in that continuous, never-ending orgasm, causing her pussy to clamp down even harder on their cocks. Her ass, too, squeezed around Borgan's invading cock.

The cock-milking contractions of her body would soon prove sufficient to send the three males hurtling towards their second releases, cocks swelling visibly within her.

With a feral snarl, Zuni suddenly pulled out of her with a lewd squelching SCCHLRRP as those gripping lips refused to surrender their prize.

The first rope of trolljizz shot forth with such force that it sailed many feet into the air, landing upon Alexis's slopped up face, soon followed by a rapid series of cumblasts that fell upon the vast slopes of her tits.

Almost simultaneously, Borgan and Gruz grunted their release, their bodies going stiff as they hilted themselves inside their golden-haired cocksleeve.

Fresh torrents of piping hot fuckcream blasted up into her ass and womb, flooding her insides with gallons of potent Horde cum. As if to draw forth every last drop of cum, her pussy contracted violently around Gruz's cock, squeezing his shaft from tip to base.

As her body bucked in yet another orgasmic peak, Borgan's fingers released her thighs.

The paladin fell forward, Gruz stepping back just in time to let the spasming, moaning whore fall onto a pile of animal pelts below with her ass in the air, giving them a clear, unobstructed view of her thoroughly-fucked holes, gaping and leaking fat globs of nut onto the furs beneath her.

Surrounding her, the three males aimed their still-shooting dicks at the cockruined woman to continue bombarding her with a relentless barrage of thick, potent jizz.

Ropes of jizz criss-crossed her form, painting her in minutes with more cum than a whole human village could likely produce in a week.

A weak, satisfied moan left her lips as her pussy continued its pulsing and contracting, as though trying to milk some unseen cock. Her body twitched and jerked slightly from the aftershocks of her pleasure.

And the world went dark.

???? ???? ????

When at last light returned to her, Alexis was in the same position she'd been minutes ago. Or was it hours ago?

The first thing she noticed was the smell of sex that still permeated her surroundings, and the softness of fur on her skin.

When her eyes opened fully, she could see legs surrounding her. Strong legs, some hooved, some blue, some green...

Slowly, her weary gaze traveled up, and up, past muscular thighs and tented loincloths.

"Finally awake," came a rough, rugged voice, likely orcish in origin. Or tauren.

Her mind was far too fuzzy to cling to such details.

The crowd of Horde warriors moved forward, the ring of males picking her up roughly.

A perverse thrill ran through her, knowing full well what was about to happen, and some traitorous part of her couldn't wait to feel herself used once more, as the marking left upon her identified her now as the Horde's new fucktoy.

???? ???? ????

A week later, Alexis sat opposite the Archbishop in the Cathedral of Light.

She winced slightly with every movement of her sore rear on the hard wood of the chair.

"The Horde will retreat back to Stranglethorn," she explained, voice carrying an unexplained rasp. "However, they request regular diplomatic visits to ensure continued collaboration between our two factions."

"Mmh, yes. Of course, Bolvar would want us to keep an eye on those savages," Benedictus mused, eyes roaming over the paladin's written report. "But... I have to ask, you mention that these diplomatic visits must be carried out alongside two other women of the Alliance. Might I inquire as to the reasoning behind this requirement?"

"Of course, Archbishop," she replied, barely suppressing a smile at the thought of other women like her finding their place as mere cocksleeves for Horde soldiers. "As you well know, previous negotiations with the Horde, conducted entirely by men, have yielded disappointingly limited results. As such, they have requested an entirely feminine presence at any future meetings.."

"Well, we cannot argue with the results. Very well," the Archbishop nodded, rolling up her report and tucking it away in his drawer. "You may go and rest. I want you to report back here in three days for another diplomatic outing."

"Yes, Archbishop," she said, rising and offering a formal bow, hand moving to her abdomen where, beneath Stormwind's colours, she bore the mark of her new allegiance.