Booty Bay Breeding
Captured and enslaved by Mar’gur Warbane, Dryarae finds herself submitting more and more to the will of the arena champion. Her first breeding by Mar’gur being a special moment.
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.
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.
The Fan Boi (Giveaway)
Kalthar became a mender at the Brawl’gar Arena just to meet his favorite fighter, Mar’gur the Indomitable. Needless to say, he got a meeting and then some when the Orc got her hands on him.
I know there’s been a lot of femboy stuff lately, but at least this one gets to show off Mar’gur’s new update in all it’s muscley glory. Non-femboy stuff coming but definitely more futa coming! Stay tuned, porn fans!
Congrats to Xero in my discord community for their win of this free commission!
Mar’gur was relentless in her use of the new mender-boy, Kalthar. She could tell he was a big fan of hers as he kept fidgeting, smiling at her and catching shy glances at her pillar-like arms the whole time he tended to wounds. The Elf has asked for her autograph but was instead being mercilessly rammed by the big buff woman.
Mar’gur had carried him from the treatment area over her shoulder like a rescued maiden, took him behind some storage crates and torn the clothes from his back like the brute she was. She found him irresistibly cute to the point where she just had to kiss him, but Mar’gur doesn’t bend down for weaklings. She would hook her palms under his arm pits and lift him to her massive height to plant her lips and tongue against his and did so with great ease.
Kalthar would be lying if he said it wasn’t a fantasy of his. While he hadn’t been expecting the champion of the arena to take him rough and bare like a common tavern whore, he had enjoyed the thought of it many a time while glancing at her risque pictures in “Big Hung Gals” monthly.
Mar’gur fed on the weak and respected the strong like her. Kalthar had wanted the attention of his favorite fighter and now he was getting it fully. Ever since how things had gone with her ex-slave Valnoressa, Mar’gur had been cutting a path of lust and shagging through every Elf brave or foolish enough to express interest in her. Kalthar was one of many.
She tugged on his braided silky hair by a small ponytail at the back, a well placed handle bar for her massive fist to grab as it allowed her more momentum behind a steady unbroken thrusting of her powerful hips. Her massive emerald balls would swing and smack against the back of Kalthar’s own like two massive wrecking balls against his marbles by comparison.
Each time he pulled his hips away and attempted to crawl forward for a brief respite, Mar’gur would smack harshly across his rear and drag him right back onto her cock again. There was no running from the wolf for the sheep when it was already in the wolf’s jaws.
When she was finally satisfied, she left Kalthar where she had taken him. His ass raised and leaking her Orcish seed while his face pressed against the dried sun baked ground. He was exhausted, used and more than a little happy with his brush with the champ.
As he lifted his tattered and torn clothes, he found that Mar’gur had signed his picture of her like he had originally asked. Including a little personalized message that read:
”To Kalthar,
I need more fans like you.
Wear something slutty next time you little bitch.
See you soon.
- Mar’gur, the Champ.”
Try Before You Buy
Valnoressa finds herself in the grasp of the Champion of the Arena after she's sold at auction to the Orc with a little something extra to offer.
Here you go guys, been a long time since my last futa image so I at least made it a special one! Mar’gur is soon to be added to the Valnoressa cast with her own backstory and motivations. Hope you like seeing her first meeting with Val!
(Also going to be writing a story to accompany this. So watch out for that!)
Lore:
As the Horde attempt to empty their prisons of unnecessary inmates, many find themselves sold to Goblin slave traders who deal in cheap labor, sport and sex slaves.
Val finds herself among the stock, her price far too high for the common horny peon. Until the decorated champion of the arena, “Mar’gur the Indomitable” comes to the market in search of her next body slave and submissive plaything.
The Hot Box
Val finds herself moved to some "special" accommodations in Orgrimmar yet manages to keep the guards wrapped around her finger.
Clean
Dirty
Thanks for putting me over and well into 12k tumblr followers, I really appreciate it. Here’s a special image of Val and her special accommodations in Orgrimmar!
The Story Stuff:
Val was moved from Orgrimmar’s prison to a “special unit” in the baking Durotar sun, accused of using mind control spells on guards for special treatment, the shack named “the hot box” was constructed specifically for her by peons under orders from above.
Of course she wasn’t mind controlling anyone. She was just being her friendly, adorable self and it usually ended up with her getting laid to just about every one of her guards. Who certainly did give her preferential treatment as a result!
The move to the hot box was ordered by higher ups, believing it would solve the issue. Yet the guards were far too smitten with Val to let the new venue change anything. They’d bring her good food and plenty of water, protect her from the heat as much as possible and of course… slip their eager n’ thick cocks through the gaps in the construct to get their rewards in return!
Playing with Portals
An turn of events for Val as a portal stone fails and allows two hulking Orcs into her home for an unexpected threesome.
The young druidess decides to stay home and entertain her new guests after a portal stone malfunctions. Not that she's too upset about it.
A double post today! Hope you like the first image with Val’s fantastic new model by @colonelyobo - special thanks to him for his hard work!
After purchasing a portal stone from a shifty looking Goblin merchant, Val finds out pretty quickly that it’s a defective stone! Instead of opening a portal to the Gilnean town of Bradensbrook, it instead opens a portal to a guard post in Orgrimmar.
As she attempts to close the portal, two large figures pass through. A pair of mighty Orcs clad in guard armor, their muscular bodies glistening with sweat from the Durotar sun. Seemingly having passed through to investigate the sudden portal, they did not expect to end up in the front room of Val’s home.
Unable to help herself as she peered at their impressive bodies and thickly bulged loin cloths, she began to disrobe for the green skinned pair. It would seem her trip to Bradensbrook would have to wait, the young Night Elf had guests and she was going to make them feel welcome.
A Gift for a Slutty Elf
Grok wanted to give his good friend (with benefits) Val a gift to remember him by. So he had this nude painting of himself created for her Val'sharah home.
Solo pin-up made for @warlordrexx of his OC, Grok! Wanted a better picture of his handsome Orc for Val’s home scene build and this felt more appropriate! Thanks to Rexx for the Val love in some recent anims he’s done lately too! <3 They turned out pretty awesome, especially the latest one! Much love <3
There’s even some story for why she has it:
Val and Grok don’t get to meet much, but when they do it usually involves a lot of vigorous, sweaty and ass smackingly good humping like wild animals. Last time they were together, Grok remarked that her home could use some paintings as it looked a little bare. Val joked that she’d rather hang a nude painting of him than of some landscape she’d rather see in person.
Imagine her surprise and joy upon finding such a suggestive painting in her mailbox a couple of weeks later. It now hangs proudly in her little home, a prized possession she adores!
A painting gifted to Val by Grok after one of their many nights of great sex. It now hangs above her bed in her Val'sharah home.