Sia slowly, gradually walks through the thick woods of Ashenvale, on her guard. She remembers this place, remembers having been here many times, having spied on the Alliance, the hated Night Elves and having killed quite a few in her time as Scout for the Horde. Now though, she wasn't adept with her blades anymore, that damned sickness contracted in Outland having made sure of that. Her divine powers were growing, but C'thun did not give everything at once. She had to earn it and she had to earn it through blood, sweat and hard work. But right now, she was still rather weak and she had to be on the lookout for scouts of the Alliance, lest she'd find herself subject to a surprise attack. She had a mission to accomplish here.
Vicious has been stalking Sia for a while now. Watching her as she makes her way down the dark paths of Ashenvale. The trees are gloomy, the shade dark and the air oppressive. The presence of the night elves didn't help. ...His appearance is sudden, as he moves through the trees, 'flanking' the scantily clad green woman, with her teasing, bouncing scantily clad chest, and that wiggling, firm but ample ass. And those cute tusks. No one could ignore those cute tusks. His entrance is sudden, as she passes by the bushes, a white blur erupting from amongst the leaves that would lunge at her, paws to thud against her shoulders, a surprisingly 'heavy' beast seeking to put her on all fours in the quick passing lunge that it makes.
Sia gasps, surprised. Darn it, even her senses have suffered from that episode in Outland and the resulting sickness. She stumbles, the heavy thud against her shoulders enough to make her trip and fall. Reflexively she puts her hands in front of her to catch her fall, landing, as intended by the attacker, on all fours, yelping slightly at the impact. She shakes her head, readying her defense and a spell to attack whatever it is that's attacking her even while she tries to push herself up. Her large, heavy breasts jiggle lightly from the fall, about to burst forth from the tight confinement of her top.
Vicious is a professional at stalking, though. In the lunging pass, the white blur of a form lands on the trail on the other side of Sia, tail whipping about as the massive white wolf twists about to face the heavy breasts, nearly helpless looking troll woman on all fours in front of him. Large tusks give the growling white wolf an almost feral grin as bright purple eyes narrow upon his prey... and Sia would realize, immediately, that this wolf does not belong here, as it has to be at least 'three' times the size of the other wolves in the area. Growling, the wolf, looking ready to leap again at any moment, begins to stalk around her in a slow, but mesmerizing, maybe terrifying, circle. ...Sia being the slut that she is, though, would probably notice that the wolf clearly is not looking for 'dinner.' The 'club' it wields is hard and swaying beneath it already, its' arousal quite evident even as it growls at the chosen bitch, to keep her in to keep her in place and in her 'proper' position.
Sia blinks lightly, her fingertips already tingling with shadowy energy, but she holds back, noting the...tool, this stalker presents. Her eyes follow the large animal slowly, the blood-red gaze following every step as it rounds her, stalks her and a slow, slight smirk spreads over her lips her tongue slipping out between her lips to slowly lick over them as she realizes what the intent behind this attack was. This wolf does not belong here, she realizes, though why it would be here she couldn't know. Has it stalked her...for the sole purpose of taking her. Quite thinkable, considering that hard cock and the thought of it manages to get Sia wet already, the thing strip of cloth between her legs dampening quickly.
Vicious can smell it on the air. The shaggy white-furred wolf can smell the slut's heat, her need to be his bitch, as he moves behind her, the wind carrying that strong tell-tale scent to him easily enough. One he is actually familiar with. Preferring troll bitches, the great wolf has indeed specifically targeted Sia, as he is QUITE overdue with meeting her by now. Heavy hung, with a cock to rival even Mister Smite's back aboard the Bloodsail boat, never mind that heavy knot, Vicious has been waiting too long for this, to meet this new bitch. He lunges again, coming from behind her the moment she turns her head to try to follow him... she would find paws heavy on her shoulders, to push the slut's tits against the cold rocky path even as his neck bends, jaws, carefully but surely, seeking to lock around Sia's neck, to hold her in place as, in defiance of that thin thong in the way, Vicious begins to rut against her ass.
Vicious is only excited by the thin strip of cloth that tries to block his passage, his heavy shaft rubbing against Sia's wet cunt again and again as he growls against her, using his massive weight to keep her pinned beneath him. But, of course, he came for some pussy, and some pussy he will have. Hips bunch for a moment, the head of that heavy, thick, long girth to press against the lips of her cunt through the fabric, before he lunges forward into her, quite literally seeking to fuck his way into her right through the cloth and likely tearing it.
Sia gasps slightly as she is pushed down hard, her heavy tits being mashed to the ground beneath her, hands seeking to hold her in place somehow, but not moving. Not just because of the jaws that are now locked around her neck, but also because she simply doesn't want to. The Troll-slut wants what the big wolf has in mind for her and the wetness of her pussy is more than enough proof of that. She moans as she feels that thick shaft press against the cloth covering her pussy and as the little bitch in heat she is, one of her hand finds its way between her legs beneath her, fumbling for a moment but then managing to tear aside the thin piece of fabric to free the way. She probably wouldn't have had to do it, the big wolf eventually would have ripped through it, but she doesn't want to wait!
Vicious didn't care if the thong was moved or not. He certainly would have punched through it either way around. Feeling that hot, wet pussy around his thrusting shaft, the wolf does not waste time... unlike humans, unlike humanoids, he does not feel the need to sink in balls deep in his bitch first. He'll just fuck his way in, whether she wants to loosen up or not. And surprisingly, Sia would find herself a tight fit for the growling wolf atop her, the wolf's haunches slapping against her ass now as he ruts against her, forcing that thick shaft into her cunt a few more inches with every rough rut. Her tits would rub roughly against the grit and stone as the wolf does not go easy on his bitch in the least, determine to fit his entire two feet (mind you, the wolf is BIGGER than a tauren) into this troll bitch somehow, some way. Now, whether he manages, is a different story, but he was rutting until the head of his shaft is banging against the back of her womb.