Hell on Eart... Azeroth

"By the old Gods and the new, please don`t let her be here!" still frozen in her tracks Sylvanas Windrunner let her view wander through the great hall before her. In the shimmer of the rift, her keen eyes could see every not so little detail in front of her, even if some parts of her had preferred it otherwise.

To call the scene in the arena an orgy, would be as if to name the march of the Scourge through Silvermoon and Quel`Danas an incident. They were fucking everywhere. In the dust of the arena, on and between the stone banks of the ranks, even in the waste of their own bodies. And "they" included the females too.

There was a human girl, which could not have matured long before, fucking her swollen belly on and on into the fat cock of a toad while pressing her milk filled udders around another one. Right beside her were two cave toads grabbing a Draenei at her horns and tail, while spit-roasting her from both sides. At the railing of the ranks was a petit Gnome with pink hair fucked mercilessly from behind and Sylvanas could swear that she saw the outline of his cock beneath her skin, every time the toad pushed forward. What made things worse, not a single one of these Sluts seemed to be **** at all. Everyone was an oh so willing partner of the toads. Moaning and screaming or just babbling out of their slobbering mouths. Eyes rolled back in their heads and their features masks of hungering lust.

The Banshee Queen had seen a lot and have done more than a few things that could just be called cruel by herself. But this... these scene of a horde of mindless fuck sleeves, this was too near at the atrocities done by the inhuman Scourge, that she could have turned around and pretended that it did not bother her.

So what could she do? She was perhaps the most deadly assassin this time on Azeroth and she was pretty sure, that she would have killed the first 20 Toads even before the first one recognized something at all. But her bow was not Thori`dal, she still needed to shoot real arrows and had just about 30 left of them. Sure she could kill several of them with her dark arts or daggers, but there were so much of these fucking toads. Perhaps if she made a hard enough impact, the most of them would flee, but that still left Sylvanas with about 100 cock hungry sluts in the middle of these labyrinth of corridors. It was impossible to ...

Something dripped on her shoulder pats and from there sprayed away in tiny, sticky droplets right onto her cheek. Slowly the undead elf raised her view just to see one of these frogmen hanging at the ceiling above her, pumping in feverish need his enormous cock and just as Sylvanas eyes widened in disbelief and anger, the toad reached his climax. A geyser of dark sticky cum sprayed right into the face of the Dark Lady and within a blink of an instant, it turned from a well-featured masterpiece of beauty into a smelling mask of disgrace.

She stumbled backward in shock and disbelief the deadly predator left the shadows and nearly fall awkwardly into the dust of the arena. Incredulous about what just happened to her. Anger born out of disgust rose in her chest, while her fingers did their best to wipe away the thick layers of toadcum from her eyes and once lovely features.

As she could finally see something again, the dark ranger also noticed that it had turned quieter in the last few seconds. Oh, there were still moanings and the flapping of flesh on flesh, but there was no doubt that the dark tanned elf was the center of attention of nearly every cave toad in the arena. What they saw filled their cocks with blood and their eyes with hunger. They knew that this world was different from the place they came from. They also knew that the women here were different too in an appetizing exotic way. But this one, these specimen was a unique perfection. High sitting ample breasts that seemed to ridicule gravity even in her dark leather bustier. A well-carved body that every athlete would envy. Strong, endless legs more exposed than hidden behind her leather chaps. Unblemished skin of exotic blue color. And a face that gods would kill to possess.

A face that was drawn by an anger that easily matched their lust. Red eyes gleaming in hatred born out of distress beyond words. Full dark lips that were forming a curse that did not need any language to be understood. Words that spoke right into their heavy pumping hearts.

"You will all suffer for this!" and hell broke loose.