For the Horde!

Garrosh's grip tightened around Kaltain's slender hips as he picked up his pace, driving his rock-hard shaft deeper into her welcoming abyss. Each powerful thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as she reveled in the feeling of being so completely filled. Kaltain's juices flowed like a river around his cock, coating his balls and thighs in a warm, sticky embrace.

Her walls clenched around him, creating a delicious friction that only served to spur him on. The scent of their mingling arousals filled the air, a heady aroma that only added to the intensity of the moment.

Garrosh's breath grew ragged, his chest heaving with exertion, and his muscles rippled under his taut skin as he claimed her over and over again. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she approached the precipice of climax. The room was a symphony of passion, the only music the slap of skin on skin and the wet, hungry sounds of their union.

"Please, more, harder!I need it so bad!" Kaltain begged, her voice a breathy whine as she writhed beneath Garrosh's dominant form. Her hands clawed at his back, nails digging into his skin as she pulled him closer, desperate for deeper penetration.

Garrosh smirked down at her, his eyes glinting with a cruel satisfaction.

"You want more, slut? You want to be used like the cheap whore you are?" He punctuated his words with a particularly brutal thrust, making her cry out in ecstasy.

"Yes, yes, I'm your whore! Use me, ruin me, just please don't stop!" Kaltain pleaded, her hips bucking to meet his every stroke. She was lost in a haze of pleasure, her mind consumed by the overwhelming sensation of being taken so thoroughly. Garrosh chuckled darkly, his grip on her hips tightening.

"You're mine now, Kaltain."

The sudden addition of another presence in the room did not deter Garrosh from his relentless assault on Kaltain. Instead, it only served to excite him further. His eyes flicked over to Rhok'zan, the curvaceous goat-woman with her faded lilac fur and four mesmerizing green eyes, watching him with a knowing smirk.

She sauntered over, her generous breasts swaying with every step, and bent down to whisper something into Kaltain's ear, the latter's breath hitching in anticipation. The scent of her musk grew stronger as her arousal spiked at the sight of the new participant.

Rhok'zan's long purple hair fell around her shoulders, tickling Kaltain's bare skin as she leaned in closer, her wrinkles around her eyes deepening with mischief. Her soft, wet tongue snaked out, tracing a tantalizing path along Kaltain's neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of saliva that sparkled in the dim light.

"Fufufuhaha~ remember Kaltain, you are made to serve Garrosh and only him. Whatever you give birth will be part of his harem."

With a deft hand, she reached down to caress Kaltain's clit, her thumb circling the sensitive nub with the precision of a seasoned lover.

Garrosh felt Kaltain's body tense as Rhok'zan's skilled touch sent new waves of pleasure crashing through her. He grunted in approval, his cock swelling even further within her tight, velvety embrace. The room grew hotter, the air thick with the scent of sex as the three of them became a tangled web of limbs and desire.

Rhok'zan's long, dexterous fingers danced across Kaltain's slick folds, her touch both soothing and provocative.

"You're nothing but a toy for Garrosh to play with, a cheap little fuck doll," she purred, her voice dripping with contempt.

"He owns you, body and soul. And soon, he'll fill you with his seed, breeding you to create more sluts like yourself to serve him." Kaltain moaned, her back arching as Rhok'zan's words and touch pushed her closer to the edge.

"Y-yes, I'm his whore," she whimpered, her hips grinding against the goat-woman's hand.

"I exist to please him, to bear his children and be a part of his harem." Rhok'zan chuckled, a low, menacing sound.

"That's right, you pathetic little slut."

Rhok'zan's eyes, glowing with a seductive power, locked onto Garrosh's with an insatiable hunger that mirrored the ache in his own loins.

As she straddled Kaltain's trembling body, the goat-woman's soft, pliant thighs brushed against the woman's heaving breasts, sending a shiver of delight through the both of them.

The sight of Kaltain's flushed skin and the way she squirmed beneath Rhok'zan's touch was almost too much for Garrosh to bear. He watched in amazement as a second, thicker cock, conjured by Rhok'zan's potent magic, appeared from the swirl of energy above his own erection.

The magical member pulsed with a life of its own, eager to join in the carnage of pleasure. The added weight and girth of the conjured phallus stretched Kaltain's pussy even further, and she let out a keening cry that was a mix of pain and rapture. The room grew even hotter, the air thick with the scent of arousal as the three of them became a writhing, sweat-slicked tapestry of desire.

"Look at this, Garrosh," Rhok'zan purred, her voice low and sultry.

"I've created a double delight just for you. Two slippery, eager holes to fill and fuck, all for your pleasure."

She ground her hips, rubbing her slick folds against the air above Garrosh's cock, coating the conjured phallus in her arousal.

"Please, use me," she begged, her eyes never leaving his.

"Fill me with your seed, mark me as your slut, just like you've marked Kaltain." Garrosh groaned in triumph as he watched the magical phallus sink into Rhok'zan's eager pussy, her body quivering with each inch that disappeared within her.

The feeling of being sheathed in her warm, tight tunnel was almost too much to handle, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from coming immediately. The sight of the two of them, joined together by his own power, was incredibly erotic, and it only fueled his desire to claim them both fully.

Kaltain's eyes rolled back in her head as the additional pressure of the cock pushed against her cervix, sending her spiraling into a new realm of pleasure. Her breathing grew shallower, her moans turning into high-pitched gasps as she felt herself stretched to her limits. Rhok'zan's musky scent mingled with her own, creating an intoxicating aroma that filled Garrosh's nostrils and made his head spin with lust.

The sensation of fucking two beautiful women at once was a heady one, and Garrosh felt his orgasm building deep within his loins.

He pulled out of Kaltain briefly, only to slam back in with renewed force, her body jolting with the impact. The room echoed with the sound of their passionate cries as he switched between their eager openings, his cocks plunging into the depths of their pussies with a ferocity that seemed to drive them both wild.

The world outside the room ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the intense pleasure they shared. Garrosh's heart hammered in his chest as he felt the crescendo approaching, his balls drawing up tight, ready to unleash a torrent of cum that would claim both of them as his own.

As the pleasure mounted, Garrosh's words turned harsher, his voice dripping with contempt.

"You two are nothing but a pair of cocksleeves, desperate for my cock to fill you up," he sneered, his thrusts growing more brutal as he pounded into Kaltain's dripping pussy.

"You're a nymphomaniac, Rhok'zan, always craving more, never satisfied. And Kaltain, you're just a pathetic slut, happy to be used like a cheap whore." He punctuated each insult with a particularly deep thrust, making them both cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"You exist to serve me, to be my playthings, to bear my children," he continued, his eyes glinting with a cruel satisfaction as he watched them squirm beneath him.

"And You'll do anything to get what you crave, won't you, my little whores?" Garrosh's grip on Kaltain's hips tightened as he slammed into her with renewed ferocity, his thick cock stretching her pussy to its limits.

"You're just a cum dump, Kaltain," he spat, his voice rough with lust.

"A hole for me to fill and empty at my pleasure. And you, Rhok'zan, are nothing but a cock-hungry slut, desperate for my seed to coat your insides."

He pulled out of both women, leaving them gasping and needy.

"Look at you, panting and desperate for my cock like the cheap whores you are." Garrosh chuckled darkly, his eyes roving over their flushed faces and heaving chests.

"You'll do anything to get your fix, won't you?Begging for my cum, pleading to be used and filled." Kaltain whimpered, her hips bucking up in a silent plea for him to return.

Kaltain's eyes locked onto Garrosh's, her gaze pleading and desperate.

"Please, don't stop,"she whimpered, her voice barely above a breath.

"I need it, I need you inside me." Rhok'zan nodded in agreement, her own eyes glazed with a mix of lust and submission.

"Yes, Garrosh, please," she purred, her voice dripping with need.

"Use us, claim us, fill us with your seed. We're yours, body and soul." Garrosh's grin widened, a cruel and triumphant smile that sent shivers down the spines of both women.

"That's right, you're mine," he growled, his hands gripping their hips hard enough to leave bruises.

Without waiting for a response, he plunged back into Kaltain's pussy, his thick cock stretching her tight walls once more.

Soon, the tension in Garrosh's body reached a breaking point, and with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, he released a torrent of hot, thick cum deep within Kaltain's womb.

Her eyes widened in a mix of shock and bliss as she felt the warmth fill her up, the sensation sending her over the edge into an earth-shattering orgasm. Her pussy clamped down around his shaft, milking him for every drop as her body convulsed in pleasure.

At the same time, Rhok'zan's conjured cock erupted inside her own quivering pussy, coating her insides with a magical essence that filled her with a sense of power and submission.

Kaltain's orgasmic cries grew louder as she felt the warmth of Garrosh's cum spilling into her, the knowledge that she was being bred, claimed, and filled with his offspring sending her spiraling into a dizzying vortex of pleasure.

Her walls spasmed around him, gripping his cock as if trying to pull him deeper still, her body eager to accept every last bit of his seed.

The room was bathed in the scent of their mingled arousal and the musky aroma of their climaxes. As Garrosh's thrusts grew slower, his cock still twitching inside her, Kaltain could feel the beginnings of a new life growing within her.

With a final, savage grunt, Garrosh pulled his two massive cocks out of Kaltain and Rhok'zan, the sound of their slick pussies parting with a wet pop echoing through the room. A torrent of cum spurted out of them, painting their thighs and the sheets beneath with pearly white ropes of seed. Both women's pussies quivered and contracted, desperate to keep every drop of his potent essence inside.

The sight of their creamy, cum-filled holes made his own cocks throb with a need for more, but he knew he had to savor the moment. He stared down at their heaving forms, their chests rising and falling rapidly as they struggled to catch their breath.

"You're both so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

"Covered in your own cum and mine." Their eyes, glazed with passion, met his as they lay there, panting and trembling.

"Now," he said, his voice low and commanding.

"It's time for round two."

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Her disheveled flowing blonde hair cascaded down her body, wearing her thick leather fur clothing that protected her body from the snowy elements. She was Dalla, the wife of Mance Rayder.

Her eyes were swollen from the tears that had fallen upon her husband's death. Her people were now captured and currently being taken away. Every single one of them bore a mark etched into their skin, pulsing faintly with a strange, otherworldly magic.

Dalla's heart ached as she watched. Any who resisted or tried to flee were suddenly stopped in their tracks, their bodies stiffening as though caught in an invisible vice. The captives froze, unable to move or speak, their faces twisted with fear and confusion, until they ceased their attempts to fight entirely.

The marks were merciless, stripping away even the faintest chance of rebellion. The sight of her people in chains, their spirits crushed under this unknown power, filled her with a cold fury. She clenched her fists tightly, the leather of her gloves creaking as her nails dug into her palms.

"Dalla!" As she was being pushed to a strange carriage heard a voice called out and turned to see a beautiful young woman with blonde hair, the color of dark honey. It reaches to her waist, and she wears it in a braid across one shoulder. She has high sharp cheekbones and eyes which appear pale grey or blue. She is slender, with a full bosom.

She wears all white: white woolen breeches tucked into high boots of bleached white leather, white bearskin cloak pinned at the shoulder with a carved weirwood face, white tunic with bone fastenings.

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"Val!" She called her name as the young woman was her sister Val. Both of them had heart felt embrance.

"I'm glad your safe." Dalla said holding her sister's as if she was afraid of losing her sister.

"Get inside. Stop with the chit chat." One of the men who captured them stopped the as they listen and sat inside the "carriage" that made with metal. The inside was strangely warm and cozy despite the coldness outside and the lack of fire.

Dalla sat beside her sister as they began to looked at the other people inside their "Carriage". They appeared to be afraid wondering what this enemy will do with woman and children.

Normally, those pillage villages would defile every woman yet none of them had tried anything despite having the power to do so.

"What do you think they'll do to us?" Val asked her sister as they looked at the window of the "Carriage" seeing the "Giants" riding their steed and suddenly taken aback when the carriage suddenly began to fly.

"How in the! We're in the air!?" one of the people with them shouted as they were baffled seeing the "Giant" start to get smaller as they rode their wolves. Perhaps to conquer more land. It was clear as day they were in the air and wondered how it was possible.

"Wherever we are heading is up to fate now." Dalla said seeing how hopeless their situation was. They were outmatched by these strange "Iron Giants". One of them stood guard at the entrances while the other seemed to "coached" the vehicles despite the lack of a horse.

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Eventually, they seem to arrive into an entire new world where the once snowy land suddenly changes into a kingdom made of iron and "Carriages" flying in the air.

'What manner of creature had awakening in our land!' Dalla was shaken by the sight and eventually landed into the ground and got off the "Carriage" led by the giant. Their eyes were in awestruck upon seeing the large structure with a massive statue of muscular bald creature with a huge tusk swinging an axe.

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They continued to be led somewhere while looking around finding monstrous creatures with long tusk and green to reddish skin. Their height varies but they were taller than humans, around the same height as the "Giant".

There are even small creatures with long noses, long ears, red skin and smaller than a human. They were building something alongside a small frog-like creature.

Wooosh!

All of a sudden they heard flying by and their eyes widened to see a long forgotten and mythical creature only heard in legends and been a long whisper to the ears of many.

A dragon. Their size and shape were unique with some small, some large, some had a single pair of wings and some had four.

There was even a humongous creature, incredibly massive, spiky dragon with a pair of massive, tusk-like horns protruding from the sides of their heads and huge multiple wings.

The front side of their bodies are covered with burr-like spikes, along with two lines of spikes along the eyelids, giving an impression of eyebrows. Protrusions from the back of their heads form mane-like frills.

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Soon, Dalla and Val, along with the rest of the Free Folk, were brought to a grand hall where they were greeted by an unusual sight: towering figures clad in iron-like armor, their visors glowing faintly. These beings moved with a precision and calmness that felt unnatural to Dalla, who was used to the rough, untamed ways of the wilderness.

The Free Folk were ushered to an area where strange contraptions whirred and hummed. These devices were unlike anything Dalla had ever seen – sleek and glowing, with parts that moved without being touched. One of the iron giants stood beside a smaller, hunched figure clad in a long robe of shimmering silver, its face obscured by a metallic mask.

"Step forward," the figure commanded in a voice that echoed with authority but lacked malice. Dalla felt a firm hand on her shoulder as one of the armored giants nudged her gently. Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward, her sister Val watching anxiously from behind.

Dalla was guided to a large chair with a circular frame around it, pulsing faintly with blue light. The robed figure adjusted something on the machine, its spindly fingers moving quickly across strange symbols that glowed on a floating panel. A soft hum filled the air as the frame began to spin slowly around her.

"What... what is this? What are you doing to me?" Dalla asked, her voice trembling but defiant. The robed figure looked up briefly, its glowing eyes meeting hers through the mask.

"A simple health assessment," it replied.

"We are ensuring you are fit and unharmed. Do not fear; this will not hurt."

True to its word, the process was painless. A gentle warmth washed over Dalla as the machine scanned her. She noticed symbols appearing in the air, forming strange patterns that the robed figure seemed to read effortlessly. Finally, the device powered down, and the figure nodded.

"You are healthy," it said simply, motioning for her to step down.

"Next."

Val was the next to be tested, her expression wary but resolute. Dalla watched her sister carefully, her fists clenched, ready to act if anything seemed amiss. But the process was the same—quick, efficient, and harmless.

Once all the Free Folk had been assessed, the robed figure turned to the group.

"You have no illnesses or injuries that need immediate attention. You are fortunate to have been found in good condition," it said, pausing briefly before adding,

"Your fate, however, depends on the Warchief."

"The Warchief?" Dalla asked, her brows furrowing. The term was unfamiliar to her, yet it carried weight.

"Who is this Warchief?"

The robed figure didn't answer directly. It only tilted its head, as if contemplating the question.

"You will learn soon enough," it replied, its tone cryptic. The lack of an answer only deepened Dalla's unease. Who was this Warchief, and why did they hold power over the destiny of her people?

As they were led away from the hall, they passed more of the strange beings—some towering and menacing, others small and industrious, their quick movements and sharp features giving them an almost mischievous air.

Dalla couldn't help but marvel at the sheer scale of this place, its towering spires and glowing pathways defying all logic and understanding.

Despite her apprehension, one thought burned brightly in her mind: she would protect her people, no matter the cost. And she would uncover the truth about this Warchief, whose judgment loomed over them like a shadow.