Chapter 4

The roadside inn was an older one, Tyrande remembered it from sometimes passing by on her travels around Ashenvale. Maybe she stoped there once or twice.

A large main building, with a tavern-like space downstairs and rooms for rent above. Then stables, a barn and a small side house where the owners lived. Behind it was a small vegetable garden and a small field. It was a nice place. Only now it was crawling with armed men. Humans, orcs, trolls, night elves, blood elves and an occasional dwarf. All here, under the command of the draenei captain Admedar, seemingly throwing away their old allegiances. A bunch of wild deserters, marauders and thieves, but at least in Admedar’s presence they seemed to have surprisingly high discipline.

Tyrande was led into the large building, into what used to be a cozy tavern. The tables and chairs were pushed aside, while the center of the room was cleared, with only rugs and animal furs covering the cold stone. The room was lit by candlelight and almost empty, except for the two guards who stood by the entrance. One was an orc, young but battle-hardened, the other a human, a seasoned veteran of many wars.

Tyrande was brought to the center of the room. “Sit,” said Admedar “You will wait here for a bit. We are still waiting on someone. Just wait and try to not cause a scene, alright?” he said and smiled at her before tossing the leash to the ground and leaving.

Tyrande rolled her eyes but sat down on her feet and waited. Praying a silent prayer to Elune. She felt the gaze of her two guards and even with her armor on, she felt them undressing her. The armor was very generous anyway. She caught herself thinking about provoking them, using their lust for her body against them, but since she didn’t know how much time she had before Admedar would come back, she decided against that, opting to calmly focus her senses instead.

She felt the barrier the shackles posed to her magic waver under her relentless assault. It wouldn’t take long before she would break them.

Suddenly, after more than thirty minutes of waiting, the main door opened and in stepped a bunch of figures. First, soldiers of the Unbent. Tyrande figured out this was the group she heard about, there was no other group of deserters from every possible side of the War of the Thorns that worked together like this.

Three humans, two orcs, one troll a night elf and a dwarf came in, followed by Admedar, this huge, mighty draenei captain. After that a short pause and ... Tyrande’s gasp was muffled by the cloth still in her mouth. Three collared and leashed Sentinels came in, all bowing their heads to Tyrande respectfully, before sitting on their feet a bit away from her. All three women looked healthy, untied, and content. Following them was Saerion Autumnbranch with his typical smug smile and a cloaked figure behind him. The figure sat at a table in the corner of the room, watching everything intently.

Tyrande guessed she was a woman, but one of considerable power and battle experience. She walked like a panther, silently, but the danger was apparent in every step she took.

“Tyrande, I am so glad you made it!” exclaimed Saerion. Tyrande, despite her confusion and the present danger felt a tiny sting of lust at the site of this night elf. “We met today,” continued Saerion “To sort of ... how should I put it, help you understand your new position.” again that smug smile of his “But before that, I have to thank you, for sending these sentinels to spy on me, truly I haven’t met better sluts in a long time. You being the only exception to that.”

Tyrande glanced at the Sentinels. All three of them were enraptured by his words, sitting there expectantly.

“Oh but she cannot speak, by Elune someone remove her gag, please!” exclaimed Saerion and waited until one of the soldiers removed the cloth and a leather strap that fixed it in Tyrande’s mouth.

“What have you done to them?” asked Tyrande as she spat out the remaining saliva.

“Oh, nothing, frankly. You see, I am not so easy spied on, as you expected because my protection is ... well a bit extra, you could say.” he walked over to the sentinels and grabbed one, by her face, a bright green-haired night elven woman opened her mouth and showed him her tongue in a gesture of obedience. “You see, all it took was to show them the depths of pleasure I could take them to, and explain that Tyrande is the same way. They all then embraced what was offered and decided to participate in our business tonight.” he smiled again, letting go of the woman’s cheeks and placing his hand on the other one’s head. The younger dark purple-colored elf adjusted her position, almost shaking in expectation.

Tyrande closed her eyes. That cannot be, such humiliation and they participate willingly? Am I any different thought, thought Tyrande. I too want to partake of the pleasures of life. Are they too tired of all the violence or were they abandoned, alone, their lust unquenched for too long, or are they truly just following my example? To what end will I lead my people like this? If it is just lust, then I have to understand, I am the same way.

“What do you want?” she asked, with her voice trembling a bit. Was it fear of excitement that made her voice tremble?

“Right now? Nothing. These three gorgeous sluts wanted to do a little presentation of what life could offer you and see if you will like it. And then, well we will see what then, right?” he said and walked over to sit by the cloaked figure.

“You know what to do, sluts!” he shouted and all three Sentinels stood up as if they were just waiting for this.

To Tyrande’s surprise, they started slowly walking towards the group of soldiers that stood by the bar, driking ale absentmindedly up until now. Tyrande understood and her heart sank.

The nimble fingers of the three night elven women reached for the loins of these soldiers as they let themselves be kissed on their necks, grabbed by their firm asses and slowly stripped of their armor. Before long, they were all on their knees, with cocks all around them. They sucked and stroked and each one of them made all the gagging sounds a good whore should make.

Tyrande was watching their drool slowly reach their breasts, as it ran down their nimble bodies and sunk into the rugs on the floor. She was surprised, ashamed, envious. She felt the fire within her burn brightly as the proud women warriors were getting penetrated by all kinds of cocks, some of which Tyrande never had the pleasure to try. Especially the troll looked appetizing, his long, bent member just now pushing deep into the asshole of the bright green-haired sentinel. The room was filled with screams of joy, with moans and the sound of wet flesh rubbing wet flesh.

Tyrande was almost shaking in lust and anticipation as she watched the women reach one peak after another, under the relentless assault of eight mighty cocks. She felt her own pussy yearn for that kind of attention, despite her hatred of the Horde, despite her hatred of Saerion, she wanted to partake. Am I lost? Thought Tyrande, as she felt a drop of her wet arousal run down her thigh. Am I nothing more than the sum of my urges? No, she decided, I want what I want, that is true, but I am still chosen by Elune, I am still Tyrande Whisperwind. If I want it, I will take it, but I will never be broken by my own lust. If I am to take it, I will do it on my own terms.

The women’s screams of joy became muffled, as their lovers one by one came, unable to hold themselves back any longer. Soon, the three sentinels were covered in cum, as they lay on the ground, gaping and breathing heavily, before they started to lick each other clean, still enraptured by their bliss.

In the meantime, the soldiers left.

After a while, they all stood up, took their armor and left for the bathroom. Their stride was wobbly, but it was still them. Before long, they came back, wearing their armor on their nimble bodies and their satisfaction on their faces. While the soldiers were still gone, the women sat down by the bar and started drinking their ale and conversing silently, with their legs crossed. Only occasionally glancing at Tyrande or giggling.

It was at that moment when Tyrande’s anticipation, envy and lust were reaching their zenith when Admedar approached her.

“The mistress wants me to take you. To ravage you in front of everyone without mercy or consideration,” he said as he kneeled by her “But I will not do that.” he looked straight up, at the cloaked figure and then back to Tyrande. “I will not do anything, you don’t want me to, because no matter what these night elves have against you, it was your bravery and skill, that saved me and my men at Darkshore. I was a part of the small group, that helped retake it. I had prepared private chambers for you, should you wish to leave us tonight. Just tell me, high priestess, what do you want to happen now?” he said, looking into her eyes intently.

Tyrande then realized she remembered him. She indeed saw him during the fighting at Darkshore, but at that time ... she was not herself. She was lost to vengeance, seeking retribution for the burning of Teldrassil. She remembered this draenei captain came to help, even when the high king said he had no forces to spare.

“I will take your silence as a sign, Tyrande. Stand up now, your chambers are ready, I will untie you and you can rest there high priestess.” he said and offered her his hand. It was a silly gesture, as her hands were still tied behind her back, but it was nice nonetheless. He then bend over to her, his lips almost touching her ear as he whispered “But know, that the mistress will not let me be like this, she wants to break you. If you find it in yourself, there will be only two guards posted outside, I am sure you could manage.”

Tyrande didn’t understand the man, was he her enemy or her friend? Did he himself know? Be it as it may, she already knew enough to formulate a plan in her mind.

“Stop,” she said, “I don’t want to leave yet.”

An image from her dream, from her memory returned to her: Find your pleasures when you can, said Illidan as he held her in his arms, But remember, pleasure can be used for control. You should always stay in control, no matter the pleasure.

A silence had fallen over the room. She noticed his eyes widen and the armor plate covering his loins jump up slightly. She looked straight into his eyes and said “I want you to fuck me first.” and with that, she focused all her energy into the already weakened shackles.

Silver light filled the room, forcing everyone to cover their eyes, as the shackles broke, the knots burned away and her own armor bent and was cast asunder with the might of her magic returning to her body. As the light slowly faded, the terrible sound of metal bending and tearing still rang in their ears, they all saw Tyrande sitting there on her feet, naked, looking up at Admedar, with scraps of armor and shackled trown across the room.

The soldiers, that returned to the bar readied their weapons, the cloaked figure in the corner tensed up in preparation, but Admedar raised his hand to calm everyone and without a word, started undoing the leather straps that held his armor together. Tyrande smirked and without hesitation started pulling at his leather pants.

The three Sentinels and the Unbent soldiers watched on, occasionally drinking, as Admedar and Tyrande furiously threw his armor pieces aside. Before long an enormous, light-blue draenei cock jumped out of his pants and fell down on Tyrande’s face. She grinned, smelling his tasty arousal, feeling the massive shaft, its weight, its thickness, its length, it was all a bit intimidating.

She never saw a cock so big and for a moment, she hesitated that she could even take it. All eyes were fixed on her, as this massive, twelve-inch long, girthy thing lay there on her face in that moment of pure shock. Her flat stomach, her gorgeous, shapely breasts, her delicious, big ass and strong thighs, every part of her body was waiting, begging her to plunge, but her mind stopped for a brief instant.

Before she grinned again, giggled and grabbed the massive cock with both of her hands, gently stroking it. Admedar took a deep breath as Tyrande kissed his balls passionately. She sucked them in and buried them in her moist tongue as her hand still continued to stroke his giant cock.

After tasting both of his balls, as she felt his liquid arousal slowly drip around her fingers, she finally pulled back and placed a gentle kiss on his shaft. Then moving up, she continued until she reached the tip of his penis, where she licked the delicious secretion. He tasted better than she expected. She had never been with a draenei man so she had no idea if this was the norm, or if he was indeed that special.

But this taste brought no flurry of memories, no images of her and Illidan. This was something completely new, new and exciting and she, without hesitation, pushed his manhood into her mouth. As she sucked and stroked, she tried pushing further and further, until nothing but the sounds of sucking and gagging could be heard echoing in the room. She pushed until she felt tears form in her eyes, until she felt his cock hit the back of her throat, until she got so far, that she feared that she would throw up. And still, she was only three-quarters in. She pulled away, stroking him as a giant drop of slobber ran down her throat and onto her breasts. With a deep breath, she pushed once more, but placing both of her hands on his firm ass, she pushed her throat to its limit, until he grabbed her head and thrust once.

She felt his balls hit her chin, the puff of black hair tingled her nose, she thought she would throw up, but she held on. His cock completely blocked her throat and she couldn’t breathe, but still, she held her ground. She even used her tongue to lick the base of his cock as it was the only place it could reach. Her throat stretched, her breathing stopped, and she felt darkness pushing into her vision, but still she held on, even moving her head in a circular motion to stimulate him even more.

Suddenly with a great moan, Admedar pulled back, releasing Tyrande’s throat. She gasped for air, as another huge drop of her spit and his arousal dripped down her. She doubled down on the ground, breathing heavily, before bracing herself and looking up.

Admedar gently pushed her with just one hand, until she lay on her back, with her legs apart, and then pulled up, so that her head and shoulders lay on the ground, while the rest of her strong body stood upward, bracing against him. He pulled her legs apart and down, and Tyrande felt the soft fur on the ground with her toes. She locked her arms around her legs and waited, folded like that, looking both at him and her own, yearning, overflowing pussy, that already started dripping onto her stomach.

“Fuck me, please.” she whispered when she noticed his hesitation.

Admerdar crouched above her, towering in her sight and grabbing his enormous cock, he slowly touched her yearning pussy, gently splitting her lips and sliding his tip up and down her nethers. She moaned softly, quivered and begged with her eyes, before finally, he approached her gates.

Gently and slowly he pushed himself in, opening and stretching her tight pussy as she moaned loudly. Then he put both of his hands on her opened thighs and slowly pushed in. She flet her legs shake in pleasure as his immense cock slowly stretched her more than she ever was. She gripped him tightly, all her muscles reacting on instinct and he left a soft moan as well.

He pushed deep into her, with her vulnerable position allowing a truly deep entry. He reached ever deeper and deeper as she looked helplessly at the giant cock pushing in. But he knew what he was doing. He stopped just as it was becoming unpleasant and retracted a bit. After that he stopped, looking into her eyes and offering her his thumb to lick.