Orc Girls Do It Better (WoW, non-con, beast, orgy)

Story by Kuroshio

In the interest of full disclosure, I don't actually play WoW.

Three new orcs show up to a band of raiders near eastern Ashenvale, where the night elves have begun resettling. Obviously the boss of the raiders makes it known just where the new trio sit on the totem pole and (spoilers) it's near the bottom. Story contains futa-on-futa, no dudes, bestiality, non-consensual sex, bondage, rough sex, gangbanging and orgies, sounding, some mindbreak and more.

The newest tender-feet stood in a rough line in the center of the barracks, most of the orcs assembled around them in a haphazard fashion as they leaned against rusting, much-mended metal racks, sat on footlockers or knelt on the concrete floor itself. Two of them eschewed the passivity and walked around the three new warriors, menacing them with glares, staring each one up and down. It was warm but the glowering of the two hulking female orcs had the effect of making it seem oppressively hot to the three newest recruits. Before long their bodies were glistening with sweat with the force of two dozen pairs of eyes on them and only them.

The boldest among them was an orcess named Bataaqa, more slim than her two compatriots but with her whole form crisscrossed by wiry, well-defined strands of muscle that spoke to considerably better than average endurance. Her grass green skin tone showed her youth and fertility in equal bounds, making her quite attractive to orcish eyes. And that effect was enhanced by what she attired herself in. Bataaqa didn't wear much in the way of armor, hardly a shirt of mail that barely covered the bottom half of her perk, jutting breasts and only the barest protection over her shoulders, along with a crude bit of leather that shielded her crotch, but she'd found not relying on it had made her bolder than most others in her cohort. And in keeping with her self-image as bravest, she was the first to speak.

“Well?” she started off with a suitably arrogant tone to belay her own fear, “What do you want?”

One of the orcs' circling threw her head back and laughed. From the way the others sitting around took cue and followed in laughter, it was clear she was the leader of this party. She was bigger than Bataaqa. Much bigger, in both height and build, hear head brushing nine feet tall with a dull brass hue to her skin, except in places that bore raised pale red scarring. Her face had hard, bony features, accentuated in their coarseness by a crudely filed boar tooth nose ring through both nostrils. The muscles were less defined but far bulkier, effortlessly hosting a double-thick coat of chest armor that ended before her belly and did nothing to cover her arms at all. The scars became more vividly red the lower they went on her body, contrasting harshly with her otherwise off-yellow skin tone, an uncommon complexion for an orc. Bataaqa realized with a start that the leader wasn't a massive orc – she was a mok'nathal, a half-ogre! Her face creased into something like a predator's smile as she spoke, “I was just about to ask you the same, tenderfoot.”

The sudden realization that Bataaqa was looking at such a rare specimen threw the normally assertive and confident orc for a loop. She took a moment to answer, finding her stride as the words spilled out, “We're here to fight! To pillage! To win great glory by the edge of our axes!”

The assembled orcs all laughed, none louder than their leader, who put her hands her hips and threw her head back. “'We'? Who is this 'we' huh?” she paused for a heartbeat, looking over the three new recruits before settling her eyes on Bataaqa herself, “Oh, these are your 'we'? You must be the top bitch for the other two.”

Among the group, the smallest took a step forward, “Nobody is my top bitch! My name is –“

“SHUT UP!” the half-ogre roared, drawing complete silence as if her command was a blanket smothering out a campfire. She ran a tongue along her tusks and eyed over the smallest, a brown orc even more slim than Bataaqa, who was named Gadras, “Listen here brownie: if I wanted to hear you make stupid noises, I'd stick my cock in you. Got it, tenderfoot?”

No self-respecting orc would take something like that, no matter who it came from and Gadras was no exception, “If you think you can make me –“

The rest of the words didn't even escape her lips as the half-ogre reached over and grabbed her topknot tight in an oversized fist, yanking her forward, further away from her two fellows, then down onto her knees. The half-ogre snarled, “Didn't I tell you to shut up?” She looked up at her warriors, “Didn't I tell her to shut up?” Heads bobbed up and down. As far as they were concerned, the brown orc had been warned. The half-ogre continued, “You have a mouth on you, girl. Maybe you should learn to do something useful with it.”

All around, the veterans grunted, heads either nodding in knowing expressions as the half-ogr

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