Wyxt is happy here. The orcs here fuck her good, and when she's not trying to strike out against the perils of the world of Azeroth, Wyxt can't complain to being treated good and right like the Slut Pirate queen that she is, even if a bit landbound. Sitting on the edge of a table in the center of the gang's hideout, Wyxt, even now, is swiping up hot cum from that gleaming, blue chest of hers, suckling it off of her fingers as she cleans herself up. She's a bit dressed, with the usual crimson silk vest that causes already huge tits to swell with promise, and those red leggings... though the metal thong is now cloth, so it soaks cum, and also is easily pushed aside (or in!) when she's desired. Wyxt has some of that hot seed on her tits now, nipples straining at the edge of crimson fabric and clearly outlined by it. Likewise, her cunt and her ass are a little loose tonight, though that blessed troll regeneration has her just fine. She's lubed and ready for anything though, licking cum from her lips and wiping the last bit of stray white goo from her right cheek, her free hand rubbing cum into her cleavage to leave the skin glistening.
Throk stomps up the rickity stairs, flanked on either side by a large burly orc. He'd been looking for the slut and supposed she'd be in the now dubbed 'fuck room' with the stone table. Sure enough, she's propped up there, licking up sperm like the cum addict she is. "There you is! I have plan for you - get on hands and knees! I got leash for you to wear. Move quickly!" Throk removes a crude rope leash from his belt and jabs his finger at the floor before him violently.
Wyxt does have a collar on, by now. A pretty, shiny mithril collar, given to her by Tairel, which should be no surprise to anyone who knows Wyxt. She blinks, then quickly hops off the table, blushing a faint purple. "Sorr'h mast'r Throk!" for her delay, of course. Tits bouncing, crimson straining to keep them covered and both nipples now exposed to the air, Wyxt drops to her hands and knees obediently, glossy, thick lips pursed as she peers up at him, wondering what he has in mind.
Throk secures the rope tightly around his fuckdoll's neck. "You stay on hands and knees, or else me drag you!" Turning smartly, he marches back down the stairs, going just slow enough that Wyxt doesn't stumble down them and break her neck. He turns every so often to see her big fat tits sway and wobble from the motion of her crawling. Throk continues down to the depths of the hideout before entering a darkened room. Upon crawling in, Wyxt can see several learing orcs against the wall and wooden fence on the far side of the room. Throk stops, turns around and jerks the rope up, making Wyxt stare at his crotch as he speaks. "You know what this room is slut?"
Wyxt isn't too slow at crawling, one might think the slut has had some experience, and she probably has! Secured, tits wobble and sway like pendulums beneath her, in defiance of crimson silk, as she moves down the stairs and around those turns, tits free of the fabric, the bright red only seeming to emphasize those exposed, milky udders. Her nipples ar ehard, fat, herself clearly aroused by the crawling. Anyone behind her can see her wet crotch, the thong pressed tight against cunt lips and slowly being soaked. "No Mist'r Throk, I don't." She swallows, peering at his crotch and licking her lips lightly, tits shaking slightly beneath her as she shivers.
"This where we keep wolves. You do good job keeping orcs happy, but wolves get no fun for long time. You go play with the wolves now. We make sure you do good job." Throk cackles. He jerks the rope all the way back towards her ass, and, while keeping it taunt, wraps it tightly around her middle, securing her arms to her side while forcing her head back and up, full lips gasping and begging for dick. An orc opens a gate on the fence while Throk's guards both pick Wyxt up and chuck her into the pen. She lands on her side and the smell of mangy canine assaults her nose. She hears loud sniffing, probably due o her soaked panties. In the darkness it's hard to see anything yet.
Wyxt looks surprised, eyebrows raised high, but those dark red eyes gleam with excitement. She's had her own wolf, but hasn't seen Rage for a while now, and the sluttish whore can't deny she misses the feel of thick wolf cock, knot and all, swelling up inside her to fill her to the brim with that hot cum. Shivering in anticipation, she gives Throk a thankful look, a smile, before suddenly she's forced into that somewhat awkward position. She lands with a bit of a grunt and a wince, but soon enough shakes her head, panting a bit. Heavy tits rise and fall, now, as she hears the sniffing, and the troll whore wriggles to get onto her knees, though a nudge from a wolf could determine any other position by pushing her over.
It's not long before the curious muzzle of a wolf nudges her in between her legs. The wolves are huge, serving as mounts for the orcs, and a riding wolf nose to the crotch is a hard thing to ignore. The wolf snorts a few times before licking across her covered cunt with its huge tongue, trying to determine what this thing is.
Wyxt of course tastes like sex, having been fucked well enough today already. The wolf might get the idea, the whiff of that heady salty scent, and the way that she is on her knees, breasts pressed against the ground, the troll's back arched so that she's somewhat on hands and knees, that this is a bitch delivered, nice and bound. The troll lass wriggles, small drops of cum slipping off of her tits, as she tries to free her hands somewhat, but ultimately ends up with her cheek agaisnt the ground, cunt and ass raised high and tits cold against those stone blocks.
The wolves figure out it's a female, and females are for fucking of course. He casually mounts her, stepping over her back, huge front paws the size of dinner plates on either side of her head. It's throbbing red wolf cock pushes into her rear end, meeting resistance from the panties. Grunting, it stabs at her ass harder, getting a bit frustrated.
Wyxt groans, then, as that thick hot cock presses into the cheeks of her full, firm ass. The push is smooth, her ass still slippery from the antics of the day, and the feel of that hot cock against her pucker draws an aroused, pleased moan from the troll woman pinned beneath the wolf. Licking her lips, gasping a bit for breath, Wyxt wriggles, again trying to find a little freedom. The wolf? It would find with pleasure that as it stabs, that flimsy thong slowly gives more and more, the cloth stretching tight between her cunt lips as the floss is pressed into her ass, the wolf's thrusts making headway.
Throk and his fellow orcs peer over the fence to watch the lewd scene unfold. "Wolves no take it easy like we do - me hope you like it, whore!" The orcs all cackle madly. The wolf thrusts harder, huge cockhead punching forcefully between her big fleshy ass cheeks. Wyxt hears the sound of tearing and she can feel her asshole begin to be crammed with panty. One more final thrust, and the entire panty is wedged into her ass, followed closely by a thick wolf cock. The wolf grunts in happiness, laying heavily on Wyxt.
Wyxt gasps, sharply, as the thin straps of her thong tear around her waist, the wolf quite firmly cramming those thin panties into her ass. Luckily, they're cheap... and Wyxt can't deny that the primal method, the roughness of it is absolutely, undeniably hot. That thick wolf cock filling her ass, Wyxt pants beneath the riding wolf above her, quite glad that wolves don't do it easy, bare tatters of those underwear tickling her cunt now. With that silk-clad cock deep in her ass already, Wyxt's muscles milk that cock, only lightly, urging the wolf to get right to it, needing him to fuck her. Wyxt licks her lips, and wishes she could get her hands down so she could try to suck some cock, too.
The wolf huffs and grunts as it begins the rapid callous pistoning into her bowels, jamming the panties farther in as he tears into her. It's hips buck and thrust, pushing her forward, only to have her shoulders catch on it's powerful forelegs. Her face slides across the straw covered floor, but the rope binding her grinds against the stone floor beneath that, starting to shred. Pinned as she is now, all she can do is feel the throbbing cock deep in her ass pound her tattered underwear deeper into her bowels.