Sat upon a throne of iron and bone, the imposing demon watched as all around him, hundreds upon hundreds of naked forms intertwined, moans and screams of pleasure resonating through what was left of the elven chapel.
Slinking through the remains of a marble statue of Elune, another demon with skin like weathered stone approached the throne. Kneeling at the bottom of the dais, the Dreadlord couldn't help but steal a glance upward at the elven woman who had her enormous breasts wrapped around the commander's towering cock.
"My lord Nar'tuzel," said the Dreadlord, doing his best to keep his gaze upon the ground. "I have found Shalendris, the-"
"And where is she now?" interrupted the red-skinned fiend, his glowing green eyes fixed upon the subservient demon beneath him.
"I... She got away," came Tarraxis's reply. "The Tauren were far too numerous, we were overwhelmed."
Othros seemed unconvinced as he casually caressed a gleaming soul gem, letting the stone roll between his digits.
"The great Tarraxis, overwhelmed by a few bovine warriors? Now that is something I would have loved to see." A mocking grin spread across Nar'tuzel's face, looking down for a moment at the soul gem he held. "You hear that, Othros? Your dear Shalendris now owes her life to a tribe of Tauren... She's probably on her knees servicing them right now."
"We may yet be able to turn this most recent failure of yours into success, Tarraxis," came the demon's resonating voice. As he spoke, some of the nude elves and demons fucking beneath him turned their heads towards their master. "And the slut Shalendris will be the downfall of all those she holds dearest."
From within the soul gem, Othros could only scream in despair, unheard and unseen.
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Heavy footfalls resonated through the Earth as the great Kodo beasts moved forward, carrying upon their backs three Kaldorei through the southern plains of Kalimdor. The three Night Elves, recently rescued by a group of Tauren warriors, now lay in stretchers of thick leather strapped to the backs of the enormous animals.
The Tauren village of Ekalu'ata was not far, they had been assured. A little over a day's ride, at this pace. They moved with as much speed as they could muster, stopping only rarely to rest and only for a short while. Tauren were not the quickest travelers, but their boundless stamina allowed them to cover far greater distances than other races. The knowledge of the Burning Legion's rapid advances through the region spurred them on, desperate determination etched onto exhausted faces.
"How did you know we were in danger?" asked Shalendris, looking down at Tau'kale, the great, black-furred male who walked next to the Kodo beast upon which Shalendris had been placed.
The 12-foot-tall mountain of a man looked up at Shalendris who was sitting cross-legged upon the stretcher. "My mother, Greatseer Au'lah, saw you and saw the demons' grip closing in around you," he answered with a great, rumbling voice.
The colossus, like his comrades, wore very little. Shalendris had noted the fact when they had first started moving out of the forest, after things had calmed down. The sight was far from offensive to the purple-haired Night Elf, though she did try to avoid looking down at their loincloths for too long. But when she did manage to avert her gaze from those swinging bulges, she found that her eyes would be inadvertently drawn to the opulent chests of the female warriors that accompanied them.
A few yards away, sitting on a stretcher tied to another of the horned Kodo beasts, Talena had managed to keep herself distracted by poring over religious texts. Shalendris chuckled inwardly as she noticed how the green-haired priestess seemed to have a hard time finding ways to hold her book comfortably with the newly grown melons sitting on her chest. Grumbling, she simply placed the tome on her shelf of cleavage resignedly.
The third companion, Allendril, had not woken up since their encounter with the Dreadlord Tarraxis. The sleeping enchantment that had hit him seemed far too powerful for any of those present to dispel but they hoped that one of the village's sages would be able to pull the sorcerer from his sleep.
"We will arrive by noon tomorrow," said one pathfinder, crouching to inspect a rock on the ground for a moment as her trained eagle companion circled overhead.
That night, they set up a small camp to rest and eat. Though they were not too far from their destination, they still needed to replenish their strength in the event of an unexpected battle. Even if those beasts who would openly challenge a roaming band of Tauren were rare, the region was no stranger to various monsters or even Zandalari warbands who often captured the nomadic Tauren to use in their sadistic rituals.
As Talena and Shalendris sat down to munch on dried meat and berries, they were soon approached by Tau'kale. The imposing male huffed as he sat down next to them. "Shalendris and Talena, we have had not much time to talk," he said, looking over the pair for a moment. "Tell me of yourselves, of the foes we face," he continued before popping a red berry into his large bovine mouth.
The two Kaldorei told the Tauren much about themselves and about the Burning Legion. They told them of life in the Kaldorei Empire, of the sudden demon invasion, of the danger Queen Azshara probably faced at the hands of the fiends. They told him of their family, of their love life, of all manner of things, both important and inconsequential.
Tau'kale listened to every word, quite interested in what the two had to say but appearing quite worried at their tales of the demonic legions. "I see..." he said, rubbing his chin for a moment. "And you say your lover, Othros, is dead?"
Shalendris looked down at the ground, thinking of an answer. "I... Not physically dead, I think. He has been taken by the Legion. Turned into one of them. I saw him... I almost fell to his charms, to his manipulations, to the addictive allure of fel magic," said the Night Elf, tucking a loose strand of hair behind a long, elven ear.
The Tauren knew of the allure of dark magics and had seen many times the other races of Kalimdor using it or falling prey to its influence. This "fel" magic was probably no different, Tau'kale thought. "Now that is quite the tale that you two have told me," remarked Tau'kale. "Our people will have much to think about. The Tauren are a nomadic people and our tribes do not always get along. I think we must act quickly to save as many of your people as possible. Once we reach Ekalu'ata, I will ask my mother to send out messengers to the other tribes," he continued, concern etched onto his scarred features.
That night, Talena and Shalendris slept close together, huddled near one of the enormous Kodo beasts. Though they had blankets to stay warm, they ended up using its body warmth to avoid the chill of night anyway. They had no fur like the Tauren did and thus, required a little more heat to sleep comfortably.
Yet, sleep did not come easy to Shalendris, and her sensitive ears picked up an odd sound, causing her to crack open an eye.
Schlip schlip.
Lying on his side and with his head on a haversack, Tau'kale had covered himself with a blanket, his face pointed right at Shalendris and Talena. One did not have to be extremely perceptive to note how, by the slight glimmer in the man's eyes and the motion beneath the blanket that he was taking care of business.
Was he jerking off while staring at her and Talena? Shalendris glanced sideways at her friend, noting how her blanket had slipped away during the night, revealing a decent amount of cleavage, especially with how her robe struggled to even contain the ludicrous amount of titflesh she now sported.
All the other Tauren seemed to be asleep and two of them had been posted on either side of the makeshift encampment to watch for any approaching threats.
A slight grin spread across Shalendris's features as she opened both eyes to stare right at Tau'kale. "Having fun?" she half-whispered, hoping the Tauren would hear her from the distance.
Her words caused him to stop moving suddenly and to close his eyes, feigning sleep. One could have almost believed the trick were it not for the black-furred male's exaggerated and unconvincing snoring.
Stealing another glance at her sleeping friend, Shalendris slid the blanket off herself and crawled over to the "sleeping" Tauren, wincing as her colossal tits dragged along the pebble-laden ground.
Shalendris leaned into the man, whispering into his twitching ear. "I know you're not asleep, Tau," she said, giving his ear the slightest nibble.
"Oh uh, hey, why are you waking me up? Are we under attack?" the unsubtle Tauren asked, his cock poking against his blanket, pushing it forward somewhat. With his arm positioned in the manner it was, Shalendris knew fully that he had a hand still placed firmly upon his cock.
"Might be quicker if I lend you a hand, hm?" the overly busty elf asked, grinning.
Shalendris had not truly been in control during the last few sexual encounters she'd had and, with Othros gone, she felt she was ready to explore the pleasures of the flesh with others.
Lying down next to the hulking warrior, the 7-foot-tall Night Elf seemed quite diminutive indeed, with her head eye-level with his bulging pectoral muscles. With one hand, she lifted the blanket and moved closer to him, her titanic knockers pressed against his abs.
"Shalendris, I... Othros..." whispered Tau'kale, looking down at the elven woman who had already begun reaching down for his cock.
The purple-haired beauty looked up, eyes locking with this potential lover. "He is gone, Tau. Do you not want this?" replied the woman, fingertips grazing along the throbbing cock's length, as if waiting for a single word giving her permission to go on.
Without any added words, Tau'kale reached down, wrapping his hand around the Night Elf's, pushing her hand a little harder against his needy length.
