Chapter 5 - Dread

So this one was quite a bit longer to write than other chapters (and twice as long!), so I hope you can forgive the wait!

Contains: Breast Expansion, Breast Transferring, Massive Cocks, Dreadlords, Imps, Night Elves, F/M/F/M, Tauren (non-sexually for now)

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Three riders rode atop enormous black-and-silver nightsaber panthers, the humanoid forms covered in deep green cloaks to better camouflage them. Their long elven ears were visible as they poked out through slits in the hoods of their cloaks, mounts carrying them through the ancient woodlands.

Though they were well camouflaged, Shalendris, Talena and Allendril hardly felt safe. All around them, traces of the Burning Legion were visible. Claw marks could be seen in the trees’ bark, glowing a sickly green. Green embers and tiny flickering flames littered the ground here and there, sign that demons had visited this place before.

Everything was quiet, save for the frequent flapping of Brightbeak, Shalendris’s avian companion. The beast’s ethereal form moved through the dense foliage as though it were no obstacle, surveying the surrounding areas. If he spotted a threat, Shalendris knew they would be warned. Yet, even with such a watchful companion at their side, there was unease growing.

It had been three days since they had left the camp and the other two hundred survivors, and they were only halfway to their destination. They’d been sent to Black Rook Hold to meet up with other night elves like them, to ask for assistance in evacuating the camp safely. They were, however, separated by territory controlled by the demons of the Burning Legion.

And even after three days, Shalendris hardly felt the need to sleep. There was some weariness in her muscles, to be sure, but nothing like what her two companions seemed to be experiencing. Shalendris had tried to stay awake the second night, just to see if she was truly imagining things or if she truly didn’t need to sleep. And she had managed to keep her eyes open the whole time while the other two next to her slept peacefully.

Her breasts, while still massive by anyone’s standards, seemed to have diminished somewhat after that experiment. She still felt hunger and the need for nourishment, unlike the days following the blessing she’d received from Aessina. She suspected it had something to do with the type of magic that her chest had absorbed, but it was too soon for her to confirm anything at this point.

Suddenly, Brightbeak landed on Shalendris’s forearm, giving a few soft hoots. The woman had, over the last month, developed a deeper bond with the feathered being and grown to understand him better.

“Enemies spotted, north of here,” came Shalendris as she rode up next to Allendril.

The pink-mustachioed night elf nodded in her direction, his gaze rapidly scanning the surroundings. “Then let us ride south and over the Mistwater Rapids. The foliage is dense there, and most fiends will have difficulty following us, even the winged ones.”

Unlike his colorful appearance, Allendril was a calm and composed individual and Shalendris saw much of herself in his kind nature. Though he had decades if not centuries more experience than her, he did not shy away from teaching her basic magic and enchantments. She wondered what kind of enchantment kept his gaze from her chest, amused. Even before her current enhancement, men had often found their eyes drawn to her breasts. Large by Kaldorei standards, they were now absolutely enormous, nearly resting upon her lap as she rode her mount. Oh, how glad was she that her days were spent sitting and not walking! Though the great beast upon which she rode moved with unmatched grace, bouncing very little in the process, that small amount of bouncing was still more than enough to send her tits jiggling and wobbling about.

She would often find her hands pressed to the huge things, trying to lessen their constant jiggling and bouncing. But it was hopeless. They were far too large, and she needed both hands on the reins to travel long distances. She was not yet an expert rider like other soldiers seemed to be. She was quick to note, however, that what should have been quite the painful experience for her chest only caused her the mildest of discomforts.

Shadows seemed to grow all around them as they walked the trailless wilds, almost no light managing to reach the ground. The wind blew softly through the leaves, carrying with it a warning for Shalendris.

Danger.

Not a word, but a sense, a feeling. The trees themselves confirmed the trio’s suspicions, and Shalendris was quick to alert Allendris again, to confirm what Brightbeak had seen. The bird took off from Shalendris’s arm to perch itself upon a nearby tree, scanning its surroundings with its piercing white gaze.

“The day’s travels have been difficult,” he declared. “Let us rest for the night. I will cast the protective runes around our camp while you two keep watch.”

Once they had found a suitable spot, they slid off their mounts and went to work. Shalendris set up the camp, Talena cast a few minor lighting spells to dispel the encroaching darkness and Allendril started casting runes into the trees to protect the small camp.

Three trees were more than enough, and he was done with the protective spell in less than a minute.

The sorcerer had cast a similar spell back at the refugee camp, yet this one had taken a hundredth of the time and had only required three trees upon which to cast the runes.

“There,” the night elf declared, observing his work. “These should last about half a day, by my estimates!” he then added, proudly, his pink curly mustache rising with the wide grin forming on his lips.

Sitting down on a thick woolen blanket, Allendril then turned his gaze to the two women accompanying him, his golden eyes radiating kindness and warmth. “Now, I know this seems like quite the dire situation! But I want both of you to rest, this night. We are only half a day’s ride from the crossing, and I am certain many eyes are already upon us. We will not stop; we will not rest until we are out of harm’s way.” With that said, he traced his fingers in the air for a moment in a rectangular motion, a small feast materializing slowly before them.

All three Kaldorei stomachs growled at the sight before them. All manner of fruits, cooked meats, soft bread, and vegetables now sat upon a small levitating platter, waiting for hungry mouths.

The mounts were fed first, to show gratitude and respect for their service. Nightsaber mounts were far more intelligent than smaller felines, and the bond between one of the great cats and its rider was unmatched, or so it was said. The large animals lay down nearby after they’d eaten, closing their eyes to rest.

As Talena gently ran her fingers through her nightsaber companion’s fur, she spoke up. “When did you first learn the arcane arts?” she asked Allendris, who was busy biting into a juicy peach.

“Curious one, aren’t you?” the night elf replied, pulling out a thin cloth with which to wipe his lips. “I have been learning for about three hundred years now, I would say. Though I still consider myself a novice in comparison to some of the other Highborne!” His laughter lightened the mood somewhat. Shalendris and Talena allowed themselves a smile.

“And you, Talena? Why dedicate your life to Elune? Why not learn magic as well? I have seen the great mastery with which you cast your spells. I am certain you would have made a fine mage. Ley lines aren’t as fickle as goddesses!” he said in a friendly manner, a playful grin on his face. He didn’t wait for her answer before taking another bite of his peach.

“Elune isn’t fickle!” declared the priestess suddenly, more than a little offended at the man’s words. “Elune watches over us and protects us!” she continued, catching the bald man by surprise.

“Then where is she?” retorted the sorcerer with all the seriousness in the world, no hint of mockery in his voice. “One would think a protector such as her would aid us more in these dark days.”

“You are quite apt at criticizing Elune when your own spells don’t work half the time! Where are your precious ley lines now?!” retorted the priestess angrily. “Could you not cast a spell to grant us invisibility? To allow us to fly to Black Rook Hold? To teleport us there?”

Allendril knew she was right, of course. While divine magic had not suffered any difficulties and still worked as it always had, arcane magic had weakened since they’d been cut off from the Well of Eternity. He still had access to most of his magical repertoire, but it took considerably more effort to draw upon the energies of the Well of Eternity and he often had to supplement his spells with other sources… which was why he was so often forced to cast his protective runes upon trees, drawing from the life essence they would give.

“You say you manipulate ley lines and that your abilities come from great practice and study, yet the minute the Well of Eternity weakens, your spells become useless!”

Allendril smiled, bowing his head somewhat. “You are right, young Talena. I meant no disrespect to Elune. I am as devout a follower as any other among us.”

Meanwhile, Shalendris simply stared at the pair of them, not really understanding why they would argue and not understanding anything of divine or arcane magic. She barely had any control over her own magical abilities, relying mostly on when living beings (usually plants) wanted to communicate with her. Her bow was far more reliable, though it was still quite difficult to fire the weapon with breasts that were as large as they were now.

She brought a hand upwards to absent-mindedly caress the cumbersome things, still wrapped within the bedsheets Talena had used.

“And what about you, young Shalendris? You also seem quite gifted in the arts. I don’t think I’ve heard of many Kaldorei who can speak with plants or who can change their form as quickly as you,” he said, his eyes moving downwards to indicate her colossal chest.

The purple-haired night elf hesitated for a moment, thinking of how to best describe what had happened to her and what she knew of her abilities. “Before I found the refugee camp, I stumbled upon a glade where a nature spirit gave me her blessing… That’s what my chest grew,” she said, cupping her gargantuan melons as though to emphasize the point.

“Well, I should say that’s when it grew the first time,” she continued. “The size they were when I arrived at the camp was but a fraction of what they were after I’d received the blessing… And I think that has to do with them being used to store magical energy, in a way.”

She then laughed a soft, pleasant chuckle. “I know it sounds stupid, but I have a theory… I think that different magical energies have different properties when absorbed by my breasts. They’re like magical sponges, in a way…” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind an ear before her eyes looked over Talena and Allendril, still listening intently to her, visibly quite interested in what she had to say.

It was Talena who spoke up first. “Well, that makes sense, in a way. Did you notice how earth that has been touched by fel energies seems to get corrupted, how the land that does not die gets distorted? Mutates? I think that, like the land itself, your chest may have the capacity to absorb magic…” The young priestess then looked to Allendril, rubbing his chin, and nodding in response to her words.

“Mmm… Yes. That is quite the interesting theory! You have quite the perceptive mind! Such a shame you are not interested by the arcane arts!” he added, chuckling, and winking in her direction. “I suspect something similar, though we would have to attempt a test or two, if that is ok with you, Shalendris? I am the only one among us who can use arcane energy, and I would want to test your abilities. They may prove quite invaluable to us.”

The man seemed to hold no ulterior motives other than sheer curiosity and, as Shalendris nodded her approval, he moved forward, sitting cross-legged before her.

“If I tell you to stop, you stop,” warned Shalendris dryly, staring at the man.

“Of course, of course! You may feel a bit of a sting. This is an offensive spell of pure arcane energy. Though, with my powers in their current state, it would probably not be enough to slay even a squirrel!” continued the mage, his dexterous fingers already weaving glowing runes of white and purple energy in the air before him.

The spell itself took only a few seconds to cast before Allendril pushed the rune forwards at Shalendris.

The woman winced, closing her eyes as she braced for the worst. Though, when the spell hit her, it stung very little, her flesh only going numb for a brief moment. Looking down at her chest for any changes, she was both relieved and disappointed to see that no additional growth had happened.

“Are you sure the spell hit me properly?” asked Shalendris, looking up at the mage who seemed as perplexed as she was.

“I am certain that it did. I will attempt a second time and, if any arcane energies still linger upon you, this spell will build upon that energy to increase its potency. The effects might be greater than with a single blast of the spell…” he said, hands preparing the same rune yet again. He held it there for a moment, waiting for the woman’s approval before hitting her with the energy again.

When she’d nodded, he let the spell fly, blasting her yet again with the purple-white energy.

This time, she didn’t wince, eyes locked down on her chest, waiting for any possible effect. There seemed to be little pain, perhaps a side effect of her absorbing holy energy previously combined with the absorption power.

That thought went no further as suddenly, her tits ballooned outwards, like two enormous waterskins being filled with water they grew and grew. Their growth was quite impressive at this point, causing her bedsheet-top to detach itself and letting her chest grow unimpeded. The mountainous teats swelled at a constant pace, Shalendris holding her hands to them to feel her fingers being pushed apart, her hands unable to reach her nipples now.

As her form absorbed the powerful arcane spell, she felt a sudden clarity of thought. It was an odd feeling, but she almost understood the very nature of the magic around her, the magic he had cast. The arcane spell within her tits simmered there for a few moments as her chest’s growth slowed, lingering within her flesh.

She didn’t think it was possible, but her chest was now nearly a quarter bigger than it had been that morning, so large that her full and heavy teats most likely hung down to her hips if she stood up, settled firmly upon her lap.

The Kaldorei groaned as she massaged the colossal mountains of titflesh. “Ugh… I knew this was a bad idea. I doubt my Nightsaber will want to carry me now. And that’s if he can carry me.” A sigh escaped her parted lips as her hands wandered across the exposed flesh.

“Truly, truly marvelous!” exclaimed Allendril, visibly excited at the prospects of Shalendris’s powers and not at all worried about any difficulties she might experience due to her absurd new size. “I wonder what a third blast would-“

“NO!” shouted Shalendris and Talena in unison to protest the sorcerer’s apparent desire to push the woman’s powers to her limits.

“Fine, fine! Though if this is what such a small amount of arcane energy can do…” Allendril said with a laugh, obviously not as distressed as the other two women. A glare from the two women told him he should probably stop talking and he shut himself up by grabbing a fruit from the floating mage-table to stuff into his mouth.

Talena huddled close to Shalendris, placing a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder.

Shalendris turned her head sideways towards the priestess, offering her a slight smile, a hint of sadness visible in her eyes. “I didn’t mind this blessing at first but it’s quickly starting to seem like a curse,” complained Shalendris, giving her breasts a squeeze as though that would somehow allow her to empty the energy stored within.

Talena also squeezed her fingers a bit harder into Shalendris’s shoulder and suddenly, the two night elves felt a connection form between the two. Not regarding their relationship to one another, but the feeling of each other’s energy, in a way. Shalendris could feel the priestess’s body, could understand its dimensions and construction.

It was then that Shalendris felt the energy simmering in her chest, the power stored within seeking an outlet that it had found in the priestess.

“Talena,” an amazed Shalendris said. “Do you feel it? Do you trust me?”

Talena, eyes wide open, for she had never felt such a thing, simply nodded.

And then, Shalendris directed the arcane energy within her breasts, letting it move upwards to her shoulder and through Talena’s fingertips. The green-haired elf felt a small tingling at the tips of her digits that rapidly moved first to her spine, settling there for a few moments. It wanted to be directed, it wanted to be told where to go.

Her eyes glanced over to Shalendris’s chest, and she knew what she wanted. She wanted to help her friend most of all, but she had always been a bit jealous of the more endowed women in her life.

Like innumerable, unseen needles prickling her skin, the energies moved across her ribs and towards her chest. Talena knew that it was her own will that was now directing the energy, guided somewhat by Shalendris’s thoughts. They were doing this together, she knew.

A delicate moan slipped from Talena’s lips, and she leaned forward somewhat, surprised at the feeling of pressure at her chest. It wasn’t a painful sort of pressure, though it wasn’t anything particularly pleasurable compared to the arcane current itself. She had never been too blessed in that region but now the two tiny bumps in her robes started pushing outwards, her nipples rapidly hardening, causing slight indentations in the fabric of her garments.

With her right hand upon Shalendris’s shoulder, Talena lifted her left hand up to her chest to feel that slow growth, to feel the flesh beneath expand, pressing against her palm. It was an odd feeling, to see oneself changing physically at such a rate and for a moment she forgot all about the Legion, about the burning woodlands and the enemies all around them.

For a moment, she felt at peace (and more than a little turned on, to be honest).

The two previously flat breasts grew outwards still, and Talena noticed how that growth was accompanied by an equivalent reduction in Shalendris’s own chest. It was working.

Talena squeezed her breasts as if to confirm that they were indeed hers, two sensitive tits attached to her body. They had soon surpassed the size of apples and the priestess felt that her robes were far less spacious in that area than they had been mere moments ago. Using her free hand, she hurriedly undid a few buttons at the front to grant her expanding twins the room they needed.

Allendril, meanwhile, seemed completely amazed at the situation. Of course, he did enjoy the sight of the two half-naked women before him, but he was far more intrigued by the odd “titty transfer” going on. Oh, how he wished he had brought his notebooks (or anything else to take notes on, really). He would simply have to write it all down once they arrived at Black Rook Hold.

Like two glaciers melting, Shalendris could feel her chest sliding backwards, dragging slightly against her thighs as it shrank, portions of it being transferred over to her friend who now sported breasts that resembled large grapefruit in size.

It wasn’t enough. Shalendris could feel how this transfer of energy was taking its toll on her mentally, her concentration becoming harder and harder to maintain.

With one last great push, the purple haired Kaldorei “shoved” a great portion of arcane energy through to her friend, causing Talena’s eyes to open wide in shock as her breasts doubled in size in the span of a second, the sudden increase in weight nearly causing her to lose her balance and fall flat on her face.

Her tits now surpassed her head in size by a few inches, though they were still dwarfed by Shalendris’s immense bust.

Catching her breath momentarily, Talena gave her friend a warm smile. “Not quite sure what happened there, but whatever you did, it worked!” she exclaimed, moving in to give Shalendris a warm hug, causing their enlarged bosoms to press against one another firmly. The pleasant sensation of their chests mashed together caused them both to let that contact linger for a few more seconds than would have been strictly necessary. It also showed just how enormous Shalendris’s chest was in comparison to Talena’s, though it was now far less likely to hinder her movements (while still being larger than it had been that morning).

Allendril, meanwhile, remained sitting on the ground a few feet away, watching the spectacle without a word, his palm full of nuts, tossing one or two into his mouth every few seconds.

“Hrm,” Talena cleared her throat as Shalendris’s hands started moving downwards to the small of the priestess’s back.

Realizing what she was doing, the lavender-skinned Night Elf pulled her hands away. “Sorry,” she said.

“It’s… not that I don’t want,” whispered Talena. “It’s that I don’t want us to lose focus...” she continued with a soft smile, pulling back from Shalendris.

The green-haired Kaldorei reached up to pull her robes closed, but soon understood that closing the garments would be quite difficult given the new size of her endowments. With a groan, she pulled the garment closed and looked up at Shalendris to ask her friend to help close the thing.

Shalendris was unsure of how long it would hold, given how strained each button seemed to be, struggling to hold back the mass of jiggling titflesh.

“By Elune… I’ll have to get this thing adjusted,” concluded Talena as she tried to limit her breathing to avoid causing any wardrobe malfunctions. “If not, then I guess bed sheets will do!” she added with a wink in Shalendris’s direction.

The two shared a friendly laugh before looking over to Allendril who’d fallen asleep.

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They were on their mounts before finishing breakfast, nightsabers dashing through the woodlands, through desecrated lands and around the remains of burned down villages. As they advanced, they stumbled upon more and more dead Kaldorei, elves like them who had not been so fortunate.

Their trajectory sent them southwards to the Mistwater Rapids that their mounts could easily traverse. Other beings would have a much harder time traversing the currents, and any winged demons would find themselves quickly entangled in the dense foliage that hung above the water there.

They needed no map, only a general understanding of where they were to go. All three of them knew that Elune guided the powerful beasts, each one nearly six hundred pounds of sleek, corded muscle. Their claws dug into the earth below with each graceful leap, fur of grey and silver making them appear more as ghosts than actual living beasts.

Shalendris and Talena, accompanied by the sorcerer Allendril, all hung on for dear life. They weren’t trained riders and it showed as their fingers gripped the reins as hard as possible, smacked in the face every now and then by a tree branch or two.

Spitting out a mouthful of leaves, Talena shouted to Allendril as her tits bounced furiously within the overtight confines of her priestly vestments. “How long until we arrive?”

“We are but a few miles from our destination!” replied the sorcerer, bald head reflecting what little moonlight managed to reach them beneath the ancient forests of Kalimdor. The pink mustachioed man’s determined face a reassuring sight to the two women who rode alongside him.

It took them less than an hour to reach the rapids but when they arrived, they were greeted by the sight of elven corpses littering the ground. Soldiers, mostly, but also a handful of civilians. Mist hung in the air around them from the wild rapids thirty or so yards from them.

“Well, it seems we’ve fallen into their trap. Let us not waste any time!” shouted Allendril to his two companions, spurring his mount on towards the jagged rocks of the rapids.

Speed was essential to such a crossing, but it was still possible for those who knew which rocks to set foot upon. The great cats had no issue with this and could clear the wide rapids with nothing but a few well-placed leaps.

Allendril stopped his mount but a few inches from the edge of the river, motioning for the two women to go ahead of him. “Go, I will watch our backs,” shouted the sorcerer over the incredibly noisy water flowing behind him.

Then, a booming voice, unrecognized by any of them, suddenly emerged from the thick mists. “You three will not be going anywhere,” came the powerful voice.

Materializing on a rock in the middle of the rapids, as though emerging from the mists now stood an enormous creature, nearly ten feet tall. Its blue-gray skin shimmered slightly from the moisture around it, great batlike wings stretching out behind it, so vast they could probably envelop the three night elves effortlessly. Great curved horns adorned its head, along with the wicked grin upon its lips that revealed sharp, yellowed teeth. The creature, however, still held a certain elegance, a certain refinement that other demons seemed to lack. If that face had been on a night elf, Shalendris would probably have called it handsome.

Talena and Shalendris could only stare with horror as the creature’s clawed hand reached forward to grab at Allendril’s head and the mage started focusing upon an offensive spell to blast the fiend away. Like a candle being snuffed out, the spell sputtered and Allendril was lifted from his mount like a doll.

“You will let these two go, fiend! You and the demons you serve will leave this world and free Queen Azshara!” shouted the mage as the monstrosity’s claws dug into the skin of his scalp slightly.

Allendril’s nightsaber did not sit idly by as its master suffered, launching itself at the great demon with intense ferocity. Its assault was short-lived as another clawed hand slapped it with such force as to launch it straight into the powerful currents raging around them.

“I will do no such thing,” replied the creature. “You see, I am Tarraxis, and you three will serve me… in death.”

And with that, it raised its clawed hand as Allendril kicked desperately but ineffectually at his captor to try and free himself from that powerful grasp. Tarraxis’s hand glowed with a deep, black light for a moment before pointing towards Shalendris and Talena.

The dark energy, however, did not go for the Night Elves. Instead, those onyx tendrils slithered into the corpses littering the ground, slowly animating them like morbid puppets. The walking corpses were soon upon Shalendris’s and Talena’s mounts, holding them down while the two women were thrown off the beasts.

“We know of Black Rook Hold already, but you three are the first to come from the east… I am certain that when you are turned, you will not hesitate to tell me where the other refugees are hidden,” came the creature’s voice as it stepped onto dry land, tossing Allendril towards one of the trees like a simple ragdoll, the mage grunting in pain and then slumping forward as he slipped into unconsciousness.

The two nightsabers were not pinned to the ground for long as they thrashed about violently, throwing the mindless undead all around them.

Noticing this with a sideways glance, Tarraxis sent a wave of dark energy their way, forcing the two great cats into an enchanted sleep.

Only a few steps from Talena and Shalendris, the powerful demon now loomed over them menacingly. Tarraxis’s form was now entirely visible to them, his spiked metal armor giving him the appearance of some sort of vampiric gargoyle, a creature of elegant savagery.

Before the winged demon could do anything, however, a small poof of emerald smoke on his shoulder caused him to turn his head.

Another creature, with skin like that of Tarraxis now stood on his shoulder. A foot and a half tall, it held onto its master’s horn to keep its balance and its own horned head appeared to have a great indentation on the side, giving his skull the appearance of severe malformation.

“Master Tarraxis! This one is the one I told you of!” said the horrid little creature as it pointed its wicked finger at Shalendris. “She’s the one Lord Othros spoke of! He wants her in the pleasure house!”

Shalendris chuckled inwardly. ‘Lord’ Othros. They were giving him titles now.

“And she’s the one who murdered me in cold blood!” it then added dramatically, referencing the initial attack on Zin-Azshari when Shalendris had kicked its face hard enough to kill it. Or so she thought.

Tarraxis’s piercing yellow eyes scanned Shalendris and Talena for a moment. “Yes, I definitely see why he would want her there. And why not toss the other one in too, for good measure,” he purred. “Once the mage’s mind has been turned, he will divulge the location of the other survivors with no resistance.”

Shalendris shrank back from the fiend while Talena attempted an offensive spell. The radiant energy that streaked out from her fingertips only sizzled briefly against the fiend’s flesh, prompting a chuckle from the colossus.

Tarraxis bent down slightly to get a closer look at Shalendris, lifting her chin up with clawed fingers with a gentleness that belied sadistic intent. “Perhaps I should have a test run with this one… Before letting Othros have his fun,” came the gargoyle-like demon’s words, making obvious his disdain for Othros.

“You were replaced by Othros,” observed the purple-haired Shalendris, an amused smirk on her face.

A flash of anger on Tarraxis’s face let Shalendris know she had struck the fiend’s pride. A powerful slap sent her spinning to the ground, coughing up some blood as her breasts escaped the bedsheets that held them up.

“I will NOT be replaced by some disgusting mortal upstart! I am Dreadlord! A Nathrezim! You Kaldorei are insects who will learn to serve!” thundered Tarraxis as he reached down for his plated armor, undoing the handful of clasps holding it up. As the armor fell to the ground with a loud thud, Shalendris and Talena gasped in amazed horror at the sight before them. The fiend sported a massive dick, easily reaching his knee,

Trying to shuffle away from the furious creature, Shalendris soon found her exit blocked by one of the elven undead that had formed a ring around them.

“You know… if you two please me, I just might let you escape. If you do an exceptionally good job, I’ll even allow you to leave with your mage,” purred Tarraxis, reaching out with one hand to telepathically pull Talena to him, the priestess being dragged along the ground and bumping slightly into her friend.

“What’s in it for you?” asked Talena, frowning as she looked at the half-rotten undead all around them. “Why should we even trust you?”

“You see, my dear,” said the Dreadlord as it reached up to its shoulder with one hand to crush the imp’s skull, the tiny devil vanishing in another flash of green smoke. “I do not care about a simple refugee camp. These forests, this world, will burn either way. However, I do wish to enjoy some uncorrupted elven flesh before you two are turned to ash…”

The two women shrank back as the monstrous, winged fiend crouched before them to look into their eyes. “What is your answer?”

Shalendris and Talena looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, to see what the other thought and then, in unison, looked down at the colossal prick hanging from the thing’s crotch, pulsating slowly as blood pumped into the veined length like a menacing grey snake.

It was Shalendris who gave her answer first, fingers reaching tentatively towards the hardening beast, surprising the woman with how little heat it seemed to give off.

An approving grin slowly spread across Tarraxis’s thin lips as he watched Shalendris kneel before him warily as she wrapped her fingers around the veiny thing. Before she could do much with it, the demon stood up before her, his colossal cock casting an ominous shadow above her. Though it seemed quite nearly entirely erect, the fat, juicy demonic cock seemed to be pulled down by its own impossible weight, hanging at a forty-five degree angle from Tarraxis’s crotch, leaking sizzling precum already, the substance splattering across Shalendris’s absolutely ridiculous titties.

Both Shalendris’s hands reached up to gently cradle that monstrous felcock, guiding it towards her cock-hungry maw. She would never admit how turned on she felt in that moment, how the Dreadlord’s dominating presence caused her cunt to gush with anticipation and her cheeks to redden slightly. Could she ever truly take a cock that big? She wondered. And that thought caused the tingling in her loins to intensify.

“Do not waste time, you two. If you two have not been painted with my seed by the time the mage wakes, I shall toss your lifeless forms into the rapids myself,” threatened the Dreadlord as Shalendris slowly pushed her full lips against the demon’s bulbous crown. She could feel her mouth opening wider than it should, lips stretching further and further as she forced inch after throbbing inch into her mouth. Her tongue had little space to move in her stuffed mouth, wriggling pleasantly against the beast’s underbelly while it moved down her throat.

Talena could clearly see a bulge forming at Shalendris’s throat as she gobbled up more dick than should be possible and she felt a tinge of anticipation wash over her. She had not been with a man in so long, ever since she’d completed her training for the Sisterhood… Though she had slept with many of her “sisters” over the years, a few blessed by Elune with cocks of their own.

The green-haired priestess cringed as she saw Tarraxis’s hand reach down for Shalendris’s head, remembering just how easily it had crushed the diminutive imp. But that enormous hand did not crush Shalendris’s skull. Large enough to completely hold the gagging elf’s head in its palm, the clawed fingers only gently pushed Shalendris’s head further down that incredible length, saliva dribbling from the corners of her mouth.

Talena bit her lower lip as she observed the scene and crawled over to the pair, determined to assist her friend. A half-truth, she knew, deep down. She wanted to lick and suck at the demon’s cock just as much as Shalendris seemed to enjoy it.

Was this the Legion working its magic on her mind? Her thoughts wandered to the Kaldorei she’d spoken to who told her how enticing the demons’ magic was to them, how it invaded their minds like a drug. But that notion was entirely dispelled by Talena. She knew that if this was happening in this moment, with a Night Elf male and no Legion, she would be acting the same way.

Kneeling behind the Dreadlord, Talena found herself leaning in to press her lips against the demon’s hanging nutsack. Those fat, orange-sized balls called to her and she wanted to please Tarraxis. If not to save her own life, then simply because she enjoyed the feeling of the plump, cum-laden nuts against her mouth.

Though she could not fully fit even one of the two hefty demon nuts into her mouth, the priestess’s licking and suckling at them caused their owner to groan in appreciation. His fingers gripped Shalendris’s head a bit tighter as he was pleasured on both sides by the two busty she-elves, mouths eagerly moving across his flesh, struggling with the vastness of his demonic prick and overfull cumtanks.

Shalendris now had well over half the demon’s immense cock down her throat, both her hands only barely able to fully encircle the oversized pillar of fuckmeat. With fingers gripping the enormous, veiny shaft, Shalendris started pumping them back and forth, her throat unable to accommodate more of the titanic, fleshy beast and she started moving her head back and forth upon it.

Shalendris’s wet lips dragged along Tarraxis’s gargantuan dick as her throat muscles massaged it with skill she never knew she possessed.

Only a foot or so away from her, Talena was sucking fiercely at Tarraxis’s balls, kissing and sucking and licking them with lewd slurping sounds that resonated all around them. Schlurp. Schlurp. The priestess’s fingers had quickly found her cunt and the moaning night elf was soon rubbing herself through her panties with ever-increasing ferocity, her mouth and field of view full of demon ballsack. The fiend’s skin tasted like nothing she had ever tasted before, but if she had to describe it… earthy would probably be closest. It wasn’t an unpleasant taste, though it was an odd one to be sure.

It took Talena less than a minute to reach her climax as she rubbed her eager elven snatch through the thin fabric of her silken panties, moaning wantonly against Tarraxis’s huge, swinging nutsack. The smaller Night Elf trembled, muscles clenching as her climax tore through her, causing her to lose her balance and fall on the ground, cunt nearly gushing through her panties. As she rode out the orgasm, the priestess’s fingers kept on rubbing at her sensitive clit, eliciting moans of pure bliss.

“You elves truly know how to suck dick, don’t you?” declared the demon, prompting a nod from Shalendris and a weak moan from the still-spasming Talena.

With a meager six inches of demoncock lodged in her mouth, Shalendris found that she could more easily move her tongue against the enormous prick, hands pumping furiously at the rest of the behemoth. The moment was short-lived as she heard the demon’s voice one more.

“Though you are skilled, I require something more of you,” continued the grey-skinned Tarraxis, the hand holding the back of Shalendris’s head grasping her hair firmly before tossing her to the ground, mountainous boobs wobbling about lewdly and nearly hitting the woman in the face.

Talena, on her back as well, found that she was nearly approaching a second climax, one hand massaging one of her fat tits out of sheer need. Her pleasure-filled mind no longer cared who or what was around her and she had pulled her panties aside, opened her vestments to let her great melons wobble out into freedom.

With fingers pinching and tugging at her hardened nipples, the priestess was a gushing mess on the ground, hips bucking against the air as she kept on rubbing her hungry cunt, alternating between playing with her clit and plunging her digits deep into her cunt.

A few feet from there, Tarraxis had his eyes set on Shalendris, legs spread wide to accept the demon’s massive cock. The pulsating pussy wrecker of a dick leaked precum onto the ground as Tarraxis knelt down between the woman’s legs, grabbing her thighs firmly.

Shalendris reached down to lower the fiend’s cock towards her dripping snatch, feeling the bulbous head rubbing against her sensitive folds. She let slip a soft moan, looking up at the winged man’s eyes, glowing with a sickly yellow light. Inch after inch, he pushed deeper and deeper into her, stretching her cunt out to limits unknown to her. It seemed as though her cunt molded itself around Tarraxis’s cock as her belly bulged from the sheer size of his prick.

She could feel his veiny manhood rubbing against her insides as he managed to fit more than half of it, the bulge of his cock disappearing somewhere between her enormous boobs, the fleshy masses covering most of her torso as she attempted to hold them down.

With one clawed hand holding her thigh, Tarraxis reached out to grope the elf’s tits with the other. Even his enormous hand was insufficient to fully grasp Shalendris’s oversized mounds and two hands would probably be cutting it close. The grunting demon didn’t seem to mind, however, as he started pumping his colossal prick in and out of the moaning elf beneath him, clawed digits squeezing her breast hard.

Shalendris arched her back in pleasured pain as he started fucking her slowly at first, but each thrust or two caused him to accelerate slightly. Before long, his entire cock was inside her, rearranging her insides as he pummeled her cunt ruthlessly. Lewd smacking noises echoed all around them as his nuts collided with her abundant assflesh.

While her friend was getting fucked mercilessly, Talena was stuck in a world of self-inflicted pleasure, bringing herself to orgasm after mind-shattering orgasm when, out of nowhere, she felt an odd weight upon each breast. Looking up at her tits, her eyes were greeted by a vision of the same Imp Tarraxis had destroyed earlier, standing with one foot planted on each one of her fat melons.

“Wu-what?” came the panting priestess’s voice as she noticed the creature’s hardened prick and his caved-in skull. His cock, while quite enormous by anyone’s standards, was still dwarfed by his Dreadlord master’s and it looked positively ridiculous on the tiny humanoid form. Probably a foot or so long, it matched the creature’s height. One had to wonder how he even kept his balance.

“Ay, need some ‘elp wit’ ‘dat?” replied the imp, reaching down with both hands to tug at Talena’s nipples, causing her to squirm and moan as the sensitive nubs got abused by the diminutive devil.

Talena only looked on in confused horror as the tiny creature hopped off her jugs and onto her stomach, cradling each tit with open arms, as though giving them a great big hug. His intention, however, was to hold the woman’s tits tight as he slipped his fat rod right between them.

The twin peaks created a perfect tunnel of flesh for the evil little fiend to fuck and pump, his maleness peaking out from between the valley of elven titty meat with every forward movement, filling it with his abundant precum. That abundant precum now dribbled down from her cleavage and onto her neckbone as she kept on pleasuring her twitching cunt with agile fingers.

“Betta get t’suckin’, slut!” shouted the tiny imp as he sawed between her tits at an increasing pace, making sure to push his dick as far down that jiggling passageway as he could to give her a good look at his precum-dribbling cockhead.

Repulsed at the sight of the imp’s slimy prick, Talena nevertheless lifted her head up to suckle and kiss at the thing whenever it popped out. “Fuck my tits,” she urged him on, knowing full well how she would rid herself of the thing, a plan coming together in her mind.

Her hands left her cunt, reaching her tits so that she could press her palms against the sides of her wobbling chestmeat, nearly quadrupling the pressure that the tiny titfucker felt against his veiny rod.

“Nyyiuuuuggghhhh…” babbled the imp as he held on for dear life, Talena sucking his cock on one end and his nuts smacking against the underside of her udders on the other.  Her tits bounced and jiggled against her palms and against the minuscule creature. “I ain’t le’in’ dese tits go now!” shouted the imp with his nigh-unintelligible accent.

As Talena got titfucked, Shalendris was getting impaled by Tarraxis’s monstrous meat pole, the woman’s eyes rolling to the back of her skull as each thrust sent nearly two feet of cock sliding into her cunt over and over again. Most women would have been dead by now, yet the Night Elf’s pussy seemed to adjust to fully accommodate the Dreadlord’s prick, cunt muscles tightening and massaging the enormous pole constantly.

Each backwards movement made visible the thick bulge running along her abdomen and disappearing between her tits. A long string of orgasms melting her mind as she locked her legs behind the Dreadlord’s ass, her moans getting louder and louder.

The demon held onto both those massive mammaries firmly, leaning in to suckle and bite at the woman’s hardened nipples. As his dick reached her deepest regions, the woman was sent bouncing backwards slightly, causing her tits to jiggle inside Tarraxis’s grasp. He had never fucked a mortal who seemed to enjoy his ruthless pounding as much as this slutty Night Elf did, and he wasn’t complaining. Perhaps, he pondered, she would make a fine addition to his own pleasure house.

Leaning over her, he placed one hand next to the Night Elf’s head as she climaxed upon his relentlessly pounding shaft, tightly muscled ass flexing with every movement of his hips. Her fingers were now busy rubbing against that moist pink pearl to bring herself to heightened levels of pleasure. Her moans became louder and louder, reaching heights that even caused Talena and the tittyfucking imp to look over.

But those moans were soon silenced by a powerful kiss by Tarraxis who pushed his tongue deep into Shalendris’s mouth. Their tongues would soon dance against each other, entwined and twirling, moans muffled by the man’s mouth.

Tarraxis enjoyed breaking mortals like this. Enjoyed fucking them into submission. But this one, he realized, was different. So deep was her desire for cock that her mind still hadn’t shattered. She was holding on, somehow. She had kept her mind.

This only aroused the demon more as he stretched his wings out behind him, rapidly nearing his climax as he broke the kiss, engulfing Shalendris’s left nipple with his maw, tongue’s tip lapping at the overly sensitive nub. His cock was slick and shiny with the Night Elf’s juices, a Night Elf who was handling him quite well, all things considered.

Straightening his back, Tarraxis then grabbed Shalendris by the waist, lifting her up, the moaning woman still impaled on his enormous prick. As he held her like this, he started lowering and raising her rapidly, using her as some sort of toy to get himself off. His grunts were becoming more frequent, more intense as he pounded the lavender-skinned elf with enough force to cause his balls to swing upwards and smack against her ass repeatedly, each impact sending ripples through the abundant flesh.

As Shalendris bounced on the demon’s cock, so too did her gigantic melons bounce against his chest. And near the pair, Talena was still on her back getting tittyfucked by an imp who was trying as hard as he could to resist the jiggling flesh he was pounding into, to resist blowing his load too soon.

But Talena had other plans, and she pressed her tits even harder against the throbbing imp-dick, throwing the tiny demon straight into the orgasm of his life. His cock twitched and he hilted himself into the priestess’s tits, dick firing rope after goopy rope of thick nutmuck, the first few sailing right past the woman’s face to splatter uselessly onto the ground. His other blasts were far better aimed, it seemed, for Talena was hit right in the nose, jizz coating her nostrils and cheeks now.

It felt so good, the Imp wanted to dive into those enormous tits and die right there there. Talena would grant him his wish, and he found his orgasm-dazed self flipped onto his back with the Night Elf’s tits on him, pinning him down.

Not understanding what she had in store, the woman then placed both heavy knockers onto the tiny fiend’s face, pressing down hard, blocking any air from reaching his lings. “If you like them so much, I suppose you’ll want them to be the last thing you see!” panted Talena as she put her body weight down on top of the small assailant.

Uselessly slapping at the melons suffocating him, the imp’s form soon became limp and once more, he dissipated into a puff of smoke.

Talena, seeing no other way out, started crawling over to Allendril who was still unconscious on the ground, a dozen or so feet away. She looked around desperately for a weak spot, as they were still surrounded by a ring of undead night elves, their shambling forms still wearing the armor they did in life. She could probably take one or two out, she thought, but the others would quickly overpower her… and she couldn’t leave her friend Shalendris in the hands of such a powerful demon.

“I’ll come back for you, I promise,” whispered the priestess as she tried to wake the sorcerer, to little effect.

A screech sent her gaze looking upwards at the trees when a glowing green form, so familiar to her, dove down towards Tarraxis, its talons going straight for those malice-filled eyes.

Trying to swat the pesky bird away, Tarraxis inadvertently dropped Shalendris to the ground, the woman spasming from so many orgasms, her breaths coming in ragged bursts.

The ground beneath Talena started shaking slightly. Barely perceptible at first, that rumbling increased until a sickening crunch from behind her caused her to turn her head towards the source of the noise. Her gaze first spotted the corpse of one of the undead monstrosities falling to the floor before a massive wooden log slammed into the side of the head of another of the undead, sending its head flying into the nearby rapids.

“FOR THE EARTHMOTHER!” came the battle-cry as a dozen bovine humanoids – Tauren, Talena realized - poured out from everywhere around them, sending the reanimated corpses flying. Many of the massive warriors wielded gigantic totems with which they crushed their foes but many others could be seen throwing spears or wielding massive hammers.

Soon, Tarraxis found himself surrounded and found that Shalendris had been pulled away from him by a female Tauren.

“Surrender, Demon, and we may yet spare you the humiliation of defeat!” cried one of the Tauren, a black-furred colossus holding his totem on his shoulder.

The Dreadlord growled, eyes scanning every one of the enormous Tauren around him. He was surrounded and though he could probably put a few of them to sleep or annihilate a handful with his carrion swarm, he would be crushed before he could make another move. “You win this time, mortals,” spat the creature before disintegrating into a swarm of bats, flying away into the forests.

Healers were quick to inspect the three Night Elves and their mounts. Once their health fully assessed, they were lifted up by the muscular horned saviors and carried through the woods. Talena and Shalendris were both carried by a single large male, the same who had asked Tarraxis to surrender. Allendril, still asleep, was carried by a large female whose bust could probably rival even Shalendris’s immense chest.

“Come, we leave for Tana’Kulak. These woods are unsafe,” said a brown-furred male. This one wielded a spear and seemed a bit smaller than the others, though still nearly ten feet tall.

Shalendris and Talena smiled at each other, glad that they had managed to survive the encounter. The bustier of the two reached over to wipe some cum from Talena’s face, causing both to laugh a little as they were carried out of the woods…