Booty Bay Breeding

Hey back with another commission! This time it’s for Dryarae who you might remember from Druids of Lust II a while back. Well she was helping Valnoressa to escape Mar’gur but it seems she’s ended up being the replacement!

Commissioned by: Dryarae

“Wake up, slave. We’re here.” The gruff and gravelled voice of Mar’gur spoke loudly, seeking to rouse Dryarae from her travelling slumber.

The Kaldorei sleepily awoke, the repetitive thumping of the Kodo’s feet and the heat of the jungle having rocked her to sleep. Yet the mount had stopped now and the sun was beginning to disappear on the Stranglethorn horizon. She awoke with her cheek pressed against Mar’gur’s back and her arms wrapped firmly around the Orc’s lower torso to support herself from falling off the mount. Mar’gur’s deep and firm abs made for good finger holds and were just nice to feel under her palms.

Dry tightened her hug from behind Mar’gur slightly. Her skin was warm and lightly misted with sweat but the Kaldorei adored her brutish form, musk and all.

“Got some time to kill until my fights start.” Mar’gur nodded, looking from the saddle of her mount towards the large ship docked in Booty Bay that served as a makeshift fighting arena, the vessel crowned the center of the bay with it’s massive size. She had fought here many times and was fond of their simple arena hosted on the main deck. Crowds were gathering around the edge of it, watching the fights already in action. The locals called it the Locker.

The Orc climbed down from her mount, tying the Kodo off to a post before returning to it’s side to lift Dryarae down to the boardwalk. She lifted the tall Elf down from it with frightening ease, like she weighed nothing to her. As always though, a kind gesture from her was met equally with a crude one.

“Heard you moaning a little while you slept. Dreamin’ about me splitting that cunt of yours eh?” Mar’gur remarked, whipping her hand harshly against Dry’s backside for a loud fleshly smack. Seeing as how the champion denied her elven slaves the dignity of clothing, there was nothing to dampen the thump of her rugged palm on the Elf’s rear.

Dry wore a guilty blush on her marking clad face. She wouldn’t speak to someone unless she was absolutely comfortable with them, preferring to reply with nods and gestures. Dry had gotten used to the Orc’s blunt way of speaking as well as her brutish sexual acts – but getting smacked on the ass by that hand always stung to the point of forcing out a whimper. Such acts of debauchery were the only time her voice made itself known, compelled out by her mistress’ base desires.

Not once In the two weeks since Mar’gur had tracked, captured and enslaved her had Dry spoken a word. In the first few days Mar’gur had attempted to will her to speak with punishments, but the Orc quickly gathered that Dry wasn’t refusing to speak just to spite her. It was a common tactic for slaves to close up like that as a final act of protest over their new masters. Yet seeing as how Dry was both obedient and willing very early on, a different approach was needed.

Mar’gur lifted Dryarae without warning, slinging the near seven foot elf up onto her shoulder with shocking ease as she set off across the boardwalk towards a small section on the lower decks of the bay. She turned her head towards the ship and let out a sharp whistle towards a dapper dressed goblin at edge of the ship. “Doctor Dealwell! How long until I’m on?” she called over to him, not stopping her purposeful walk.

“Yer’ on in thirty, champ!” the goblin shouted back. Mar’gur gave him a passing wave of acknowledgement with her free hand and disappeared to the lower decks with her slave. He chuckled a bit, shaking his head. “Titan’s help whoever goes against her tonight.” He said to himself, though loudly enough for his assistant to hear.

“Whaddya mean, bawss?” The young female goblin questioned.

“When that big bad bitch of an Orc fucks an Elf before a fight, it’s like she’s azerite infused in the fight itself. Makes a mean gal even meaner!” He nodded firmly.

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Mar’gur had no intention of wasting any of her thirty minutes. Dryarae hadn’t touched the ground in the last five and she was already being impaled on the Orc’s massive cock. Mar’gur carried the Elf by under her thighs, spreading her legs widely while thrusting upwards with her hips like her cock was a spear striking true.

Drya’s expression was one of euphoria, a smile of pure joy on her pretty face even as her mistress used her in a semi-public place like a whore. The Orc drew her tongue up Drya’s neck and across her cheek, growling and grunting as she tasted her Elf’s lusty skin.

Her palm came to her tummy, she wanted to feel that bulge of Mar’gur’s cock stretching her insides to their limit with each gutteral thrust. The slap of the Orc’s hefty balls swinging up to meet her clitoris with a smack was a sensation all of it’s own. To her it felt like Elune put this Orc on Azeroth to use elves, like Mar’gur was made to do exactly this.

“Tonight’s the night, Bunny.” Mar’gur whispered closely to Drya’s ear, calling her by her pet name based on the little rabbit tattoo on her hip. “Right here under the stars where your goddess can see you. I’m about breed you real good.” She added, a chuckled growl escaping her lips.

The words sent a tingle up through Dryrae’s body. Mar’gur had always pulled out, came in her ass or her mouth before tonight. She had always said that when the moment felt right, she would put a baby in her and it seemed that time had come.

The half hour had flew past and only a few minutes remained. Mar’gur sped her brutish thrusts up until she felt that rising rush build up the shaft of her cock. It was time. Her large fingers squeezed the Elf’s thick thighs as she gave a final few thrusts before buring her cock all the way inside Drya. Her hefty balls twitched as they dumped their load, filling the Elf with her thick seed inside every nook and cranny in the Elf’s pussy.

When it had nowhere else to go, the seed seeped out and ran down her cock and balls to the planks below. Dryarae gasped with pleasure and shock at the raw sensation of being bred for the first time by her mistress. There was so much and it was extremely hot as it painted her walls inside.

With final small thrusts, Mar’gur’s cock eventually swung free of the hole. Sending a lot of seed splattering to the planks with long strands dangling from her mighty cock. She tossed Drya onto stack of fishing nets and stood above her exhausted slave, a dominant grin on her lips.

“When you can walk, find us a room for the night. Put it under my name.” She ordered.

Drya nodded loyally.

“I’m not done with you tonight, slave. Be on that rented bed with your ass ready for me when I return.” She ordered again, her commanding tone like music to the Elf’s ears

“Oh and bunny?” Mar’gur asked.

Drya’s long ears lifted slightly, almost like a cat hearing it’s own name as she awaited Mar’gur words.

“Congratulations on the baby.” She remarked with a mischievous grin while pulling up her loincloth. She stuffed her cock back into it and turned with a growled chuckle falling from her lips as she headed towards the ship.

Dryarae lay on her back where Mar’gur had dropped her. The thick Orc seed seeping from her nethers as she placed a hand on her tummy. Her eyes peered outward to the orange horizon that began to give way to night. Even as the chill of the jungle night began to set in she felt the warmth of something new within her.

It felt like new life.