Orcs vs Elves - Ashenvale 3 - Invasion (Patreon)

Commander Tarkan held the Kaldorei Anaris Windwood tightly from behind. One hand rested within her thigh to keep it pried open while the other fit very comfortably around her neck. He slid his large green hand up to hold her chin and direct her gaze to the Overlord's army marching into Silverwind Refuge. The scout, Lokk, had reported earlier that Sentinels were responding to the small raiding force of Orcs with a similarly sized force of their own in order to relieve the girls and free the captives. She could see clearly from the size of the Horde that her people's response was not enough. The Orcs launched a full assault. A bold, bald faced move directly after the world joined together to defeat the Lich King and in the midst of a new threat from a mad aspect.

“There it is, girl.” Tarkan mocked in Orcish. Even if she could not understand, her ears perked as he spoke into them. His tone told her some of what she needed to know about what he was saying. Enough to be worried and upset. Even though she had already been thoroughly defeated herself, she still worried for her Comrades. Her family. Those who had yet to join the battle.
“Hopeless.” He chuckled, letting her take in the marching orcs, then the Goblin sappers that followed them. They were prepared for war, without a doubt.

The moment he was sure that she understood, and that she felt the despair of knowing that the forces coming to save them would undoubtedly be lacking, he moved his hips. The cock already lodged inside of her pushed up and lifted her full weight by her cervix, causing her full body to tense and twitch. Her back arched into his chiseled chest. The strong Orcish muscle-like cock was enough to keep the girl up and skewered. Mercifully he pulled back and let his member pull back out to about half his length before ramming her again. He still needed to get off, after all, as fun as taunting her was; her tight, worn purple cunt was the perfect channel for both his aggression and his arousal. As much as Anaris wished she could hate it, she had long since lost to his cock. She was unable to resist aiding his thrusts. Her body tensed and relaxed subtly as she lifted herself up then let herself drop suddenly. Even the shock of his heavy battering ram ramming her insides triggered a release of pleasure that started deep in her womb before spreading out over her whole body. He noticed.
“Look at you, learning your place...” He nodded, slipping his hand from her neck down to one of her perky breasts. His hand rolled over it and tweaked the nipples as a small reward for her affection.

It was difficult for the Kaldorei Commander. She had already lost, and wanted to resist and be strong but the quick succession of force and pain and punishment followed up by tenderness and pleasure was serving to break her mind down further. She knew that it was only a matter of time before she forgot what it was to be a Sentinel. She had seen the girls that lost their way. They forgot pride and freedom in service of desire and favor from their far stronger, manlier Masters. She did not understand it before, but she was beginning to feel it. The ease of surrender versus the pain and hardship of resistance.
“Forgive me...” She whined.

“They won't.” Tarkan responded gleefully in a tongue she did understand. It made her jump. He could speak another language to some extent, he just chose not to. Her lip quivered at the taunt. He switched back to Orcish just to tease her and draw even more of her conscious attention to him.
“They won't forgive you, little elf. Enjoy your new role.” As if half understanding, Anaris nodded tearfully and began to submissively lift her hips and slap them down over his lap willingly.

-

The sounds of gentle weeping were drowned out by the pleasured, pig-like squeals of Jayla. The elf had fully surrendered and was happy to embrace her new role. She had pleasured possibly five or six more Orcs in an hour and was poised to take on more. They were made to watch. The girls and others that had been picked up between now and when the refuge fell. One girl covered her mouth with both hands and bent over with her eyes closed, doing her best to not draw attention to herself. It did not work. Her hand was grabbed roughly and her sobs escaped as she was dragged out. The rest merely stood by stiltedly with their hands folded in front of their naked, shaking bodies waiting to be taken. Velene had been taken already, but she still had some sanity. She still wanted to act and to be free. She had not been broken or cowed like the rest of them.
“Listen to me.” She whispered to her left and right so as not to get the attention of the Orcs.

“They are not going to be merciful, Sisters.” She tried to appeal to their self preservation. As she glanced at the collected elves around her she could see their long ears moving in response to her words even though they acted as though they did not hear. They looked away to avoid her and not draw attention to themselves. In their minds, their focus was on self preservation, but in the short term. The more they kept their heads down the longer it would take the Orcs to get to them. In fact, Velene causing a fuss was to their benefit.

This was proved when an Orc walked through the collected women and grabbed the rabble-rousing Velene. She earned her position in line by showing that she was still quite lively despite already being a part of another session before. The fire she still had was attractive to the men, in contrast to the dower tone the others set.
“I think this one wants to escape!” The Orc shouted as he pulled her. She did not fight his grip but she also did not eagerly follow after the man. She let herself be pulled along limply.

A few more Orcs approached. “How about we help her out? Maybe a tour?”

The men laughed. “Give the girl a tour! She needs all the help she can get.”

Velene began to panic noticeably as she was surrounded and pulled by both wrists by different Orcs. She did try to fight it as they did, as she did not know what was going on and considered it death or worse, anyway.
“N-no... Please...” She muttered.

The original Orc smirked. “I thought she wanted to escape but she's fighting us? I guess it's true that her kind are beyond help.” They pulled her to the edge of the camp and dropped her to her knees. He pointed out.
“There, see? Look how easy it would be?” He rubbed her back encouragingly while three other Orcs kept her surrounded. There was no danger of her actually getting away, even with her sentinel training. He bent down and pointed.
“Look.” He offered with a grin.

“W-what?” Velene's eyes widened. There were no walls. There were barely any patrols. The camp ended and the forest began with all of it's cover, hiding spaces and advantageous terrain. It was always the case. It sunk in that the whole time, and even now, all they would have to do is get as far as the edge of camp and they were free. She could relay that information and it might grant some shred of hope to even the most depressed of the girls. Before she could fully plan out her escape she felt something wet and slimy poke her cheek. She frowned, realizing that an Orc had pressed his cock into her left cheek. The precum he was dripping had instantly spread over her face as though he was buttering toast. She groaned disdainfully and tried to lean away from it, but then her right cheek ran up against something equally hard and when her skin met it the Orc that owned it turned her head and glared down at her in warning. Not even she was so bold. Velene nodded and opened her mouth into a wide O, then crossed her eyes to look at it. He grinned and pushed his member between her open lips, stretching them further by his length.

She shrugged her shoulders as the Orc to her left wrapped his cock in her smooth teal hair and began jerking off. In frustration after a moment of her inaction he reached down and pulled her hand up to grip his cock and stroke it in place of him. She whined audibly into the cock of the Orc she was sucking.
“Why the sour face? You're so close.” The Orc mocked. She did not understand, but he pointed out again with his free hand to let her know he absolutely was making fun of her. She stared out longingly.

“Also...” The other Orc grunted and hefted her up on top of him.
“We were going easy on you.” Her silver eyes rolled back as she was let down on top of the laying Orc's thick cock. She was no longer a virgin by any means, even to an Orc member, but the shock of their excessive length and thickness was always so jarring. It made it hard to think when her insides ached. She wished it still hurt. The uncomfortable joy of having such a thick man inside of her brought her a clawing shame that grew each time she had to endure it. The silver lining, she thought as one hand stroked off an Orc and her mouth sucked another while she rode a third, was that she could take it. She could withstand what they were doing to her.

Her other hand lifted expectantly for the fourth, but his member never filled her grip so she immediately wondered where he was. If he was just watching she was fine with that. The right Orc's cock popped free from her mouth. Her head was turned to switch to the Orc she was stroking off. Her hand was then instead filled by the siliva-slicked member she had just left. She had gotten used to providing service, so her slender hand rolled nimbly over the slippery head while her lips and tongue gave attention to the other. Just as she was feeling confident that she would easily get through it she felt two hands on her shoulder and the weight and shadow of the fourth Orc over her back. Before she could wonder what he was doing she tensed as he hooked his hips forward and up, slamming his full length into her waiting rear as she continued riding the Orc on the ground. They alternated thrusts, adding to the poor girl's mind cracking open. She whimpered and felt lightheaded. They took more control and agency from her. Turning her head, guiding her mouth on what and where to lick. Sliding her hands where they wanted them.

In the midst of the dazing interaction she came rather hard. One of her eyes was shut by the Orc she was stroking with her hair shooting into her eye and then down her neck and chest. He wiped himself off in her teal hair and gave her an encouraging pat on the head as the Orc she was sucking pulled her head deep over his cock and came down her waiting throat. Her body shuddered as the Orc she was riding started cumming inside, but quickly his cock popped free and shot over her stomach and up the bottom of her tits like a geyser. She gasped as the final Orc pressed her body down over the laying one, pinning her. He gave a few final thrusts into her twitching rear and fully filled the orifice before letting his soft, swinging cock pull free.
'S-see? I can take it...' She told herself, still staring out at the freedom of the forest. From the brush another group of Grunts came and met with the first group. The spent men left her with the new four. Velene gulped, her lip quivering until it curled into a slightly mad smile as the scene repeated itself all over again. As she pleasured the new group she lost sight of the treeline, both in terms of vision and in drive. It seemed so impossible, even right in front of her. She laughed at herself for thinking she could escape and fully surrendered as four spent men left a second time only to be replaced with a third group. She stared at them engagingly, with tired, crazy eyes. She leaned into it and embraced them and moaned and surrendered completely, body and mind.

-

Braelyn finished her presentation before the Overlord. “To summarize, there is an excess of arcane power being hoarded greedily by the druids in the Stonetalon mountains. I propose we allocate some Horde resources and stoke Goblin ingenuity to crush their resistance and take it for ourselves.” She offered cruelly. Krom'Gar rested his head in his hand as a bored gesture and rolled his eyes. The woman was more of a warlock than a mage. The blood elf was an addict. Mana, fel, whatever they could get that would get them just a hint of power and mana. She was the type that, were she an Orc, would have sold out his kind to Gul'Dan and the demons like the rest. He did not like it. A very simple idea crossed his mind.
“Go ahead and pleasure the whole base and I'm sure they'll gladly follow your little lead, little miss.” Krom'Gar hid the sarcasm from his tone.

“The whole-” She sneered.
“This is in the Horde's best interests! I should not need to-”

“Our forces are NEEDED here for now. If you want your little mana fix right away you'll need to earn it.” He advised.

She huffed and paced back and forth a few rotations in front of him. He admired her blonde hair, faintly bronzed skin and green eyes; they were a sign of fel corruption, but they were also beautiful. Then there was her figure... Not to his tastes. He would have her to himself if he thought the lithe frame and perky tits and rear she owned was attractive. He did not want a woman that would break from having an Orc child. The thing would split her little hips open and as fun as he thought that would be, it was cruel to the Orc babe to doom it over a bit of fun. It's why Kaldorei were so compatible. Strong women that, as loathe as he was to admit, were tempered by hardship and battle. They could belittle those Sentinel girls, but they were fun to break because they were tough and they were practical to keep and use for that same reason.
“What'll it be?” He asked again. The expectation was she would refuse and he would move on with his day.

“Fine then.” She turned up her nose on the Overlord.

“Hoh?” He lifted a brow.
“Alright, then.”

-

The little Elf was a Sin'dorei. So she was not as tall and definitely not as hardy as an average Kaldorei. Therefore, the moment the first Orc cock pushed into her pussy and stretched it apart she knew she had made a mistake. But there was no going back. The Elf begged for them to go on.
“Come on, then!” She moaned, doing her best to get off the men around her so that she could get through to the next batch. She had the drive to do it, but she was not sure if her body did. She summoned her Imp to cheer her on. The little guys were great moral support, but also provided a unique boost to stamina. With him out, hanging around and taking shots of her whenever he could with the Orcs while she wasn't looking, she felt as though she might be able to get through it.

That was what she thought for the first dozen. Then her pussy began to redden from overuse, her asshole became puffy and angry from taking numerous cocks.
“W-wait...” She grunted exhaustively.

“Almost there, princess!” The Orcs laughed. Two cock pushed into her ass at once, causing her to cry out as she was stretched out further. She lamented her fallen holes As two Orcs positioned themselves to both push into her stretched out cunt, as well.

“S-stop...” She panted.

“We're giving you a hand! With this you'll be done faster!” She knew they were right. She sucked and stroked off a line of cocks in front of her and had already long-since accepted that she was going to be bathed by the time she was done. Her golden skin was slicked from jiz that had coated her. Her hair was completely caked and she was stuffed with so much that her insides ached both on top and below. Her belly was full, her ass was full... Her womb was becoming pregnant with seed from being battered open and cum inside by a few too many forceful men.
“You wanna stop now and give up all your progress?”

“No...” She admitted, falling in and out of consciousness as she determinedly rode, sucked and stroked her way through the rest of the base. At certain points she had to recognize the gaps in her consciousness and figured with her weak body the Orcs were just using her as a shared sex doll. She passed out one final time as the last orc was painting his name in the white above her chest. She allowed herself to pass out when she knew she was done.

When she awoke the camp was empty. “What?” She checked the Overlord's tent. Gone. All that could be left behind was. The Horde had moved on just as planned.
“Y-you...” The woman seethed, clenching her fists tightly.
“You bastards! I'll kill each and every one of you!” She stumbled down into the mud face first.
“After- After I rest...”