Chapter 6 - Wilding~❤️

It's been seven nights and seven days have passed since they arrived within the city of Orgrimmar. Dalla and her people had been educated on the things around them that were easy for them to understand. They were fed and given manual labor that was simple. 

The children who were of the age to hunt were trained by the giants with some being specifically selected and placed in different Legions.

However, the majority of free folk joined the same people who invaded them. They were forced but still given the freedom to refuse. 

Despite their ruthless actions, they were treated firmly yet fairly. None were abused unless they are far too uncooperative. 

However, peace was soon interrupted when the women were called to gather. The Space Wolves, as the iron-clad giants called themselves, announced that the queen was coming to visit and check on them. 

Dalla glanced around, searching for familiar faces, and found her sister Val standing beside her. Nearby was Ygritte, a young woman with fiery, messy red hair and a defiant gaze. 

The gathered women murmured among themselves, their voices tinged with both curiosity and apprehension. Moments passed, and the air seemed to grow heavier with anticipation. 

When the queen finally appeared, silence fell over the crowd as their eyes took in a figure unlike anything they had imagined. 

The one they called Rhok'zan was no human. She was a towering, curvaceous figure, her form an amalgamation of grace and otherworldly power. 

Her faded lilac fur shimmered faintly in the light, a soft contrast to the deep, long purple hair that cascaded over her shoulders. 

Two curved forward horns adorned her head, their tips gilded in shining gold, while her four emerald-green eyes seemed to pierce through the crowd. A small beauty mark under her right eye added a delicate charm to her otherwise imposing presence. 

Wrinkles near the corners of her eyes betrayed her age, though they only seemed to enhance her aura of wisdom and authority. 

Rhok'zan's attire was no less striking. A golden neck collar and matching earrings gleamed brightly, her hooves and horn tips catching the light with every motion. Her V-shaped bridal gauntlets were finely crafted, symbols of both elegance and dominance. Her black furred dress flowed like living shadows, shifting subtly as if alive. Occasionally, monstrous figures seemed to writhe and contort within the fabric, a haunting reminder of her untamed power. 

The crowd of women stared in stunned silence, their expressions ranging from awe to unease. Some were captivated by her ethereal beauty and regal demeanor, while others were unnerved by the inhuman nature of her appearance. Whispers began to ripple through the group, a mixture of admiration and fear. 

Dalla felt her own breath catch as she met Rhok'zan's gaze, a mixture of reverence and dread welling up inside her. This being, this queen, was unlike anything she had ever encountered. In that moment, Dalla understood why the giants, the Space Wolves, spoke of her with such unwavering loyalty and respect.

Soon, she began to speak, her voice resonating with an almost musical quality that contrasted with the weight of her words. 

"I see you are all wondering why I am here," Rhok'zan began, her four green eyes scanning the gathered women. 

"The answer is simple. I am here to select the most striking, fertile, and beautiful among you to become part of my husband's broodmare." 

The declaration sent a chill through the crowd. Murmurs of disbelief turned to gasps of horror as the full meaning of her words sank in. Whispers gave way to shouts of defiance, the women refusing to accept what she had just proposed. 

"You will have no choice," Rhok'zan added, her lips curling into a playful smile as she watched their reactions. Her laugh rang out, rich and mocking, as the defiant voices grew louder. 

Amid the chaos, Rhok'zan began to move, her dress shifting ominously with every step. Her gaze stopped on three figures: Dalla, Val, and Ygritte. She pointed at them with a clawed finger, her tone both commanding and amused.

"You three," she said. 

"Are perfect candidates." 

The three women stepped forward, their expressions hard and unyielding. Dalla's voice was steady, but her fury was clear. 

"Kill us instead," she spat. 

"You'll regret choosing us otherwise." 

"Never," Val added, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. 

"Over our dead bodies," Ygritte growled, her fiery hair seeming to mirror the defiance burning in her eyes. 

Rhok'zan's laughter deepened, filled with genuine amusement. 

"Oh, I will love breaking your minds," she said, her voice dripping with cruel delight. 

"And my husband will too." 

Dalla, Val, and Ygritte were forced to march behind Rhok'zan, their protests silenced by the overwhelming presence of the guards who accompanied them. They approached a massive structure unlike anything they had seen before—its intricate carvings and glowing runes suggested it was a gateway of immense power. With a flash of light, they were transported to the other side, where they found themselves standing before an imposing castle. 

The castle loomed large, its jagged spires piercing the sky like the teeth of some monstrous beast. Surrounding the structure were guards clad in resplendent golden armor, their presence even more commanding than the so-called Space Wolves. Each held a metallic spear, its tip glowing faintly with an unnatural light, and their expressions were cold and unyielding. 

The guards saluted Rhok'zan with precision, their movements fluid and practiced. 

"Queen Rhok'zan," they intoned in unison, their voices echoing through the open courtyard. She offered them a dismissive wave, her attention focused solely on her captives. 

They were led into a grand open space, its polished stone floors reflecting the light of a massive chandelier above. With a snap of her fingers, Rhok'zan altered their attire. The women gasped as their rugged clothes were replaced with harem garments—delicate silks and sheer fabrics that clung to their forms uncomfortably. 

Before they could react further, they were restrained in pillories, their movements entirely restricted. The cold metal pressed against their skin, a cruel reminder of their helplessness. 

Rhok'zan approached, a smirk playing on her lips. She trailed a clawed finger along the edge of Dalla's jaw, her tone mocking and light. 

"Oh, don't look so grim," she teased. 

"You might find yourselves enjoying what's to come." 

Her laughter echoed as she turned, moving toward a grand doorway at the far end of the hall.

"Wait here, my darlings," she called over her shoulder. 

"It's time for my husband to meet his new treasures." The grand doors to the chamber swung open with a thunderous boom, revealing a figure that made even the most stoic of the Space Wolves' hearts quiver. Garrosh Hellscream, the monstrous orc king, strode in, his bulging muscles rippling beneath his war-torn armor and noticeable tusked face. 

His eyes, burning like embers in a volcanic pit, swept over the trio of restrained women, and a feral grin split his lips. Dalla's pulse quickened, not just from fear but also from the raw, primal lust that emanated from his very being. His presence was palpable, the air thick with the scent of sweat, metal, and the unmistakable aura of a creature who knew no bounds. 

The room grew hotter, as if his mere presence brought forth the fires of the earth, and she could feel the heat of his gaze upon her, undressing her with the same brutality he'd surely wield in the bedchamber.

"Do you like what I've brought for you, my love?" Rhok'zan inquired, her voice a seductive purr that seemed to resonate through the very stones of the chamber.

Garrosh's eyes gleamed with predatory hunger as he took in the sight of the three bound females, their curves displayed for his perusal. He stepped closer, his heavy footsteps echoing in the vast space, and paused before Dalla, his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts beneath the sheer fabric. 

"Very much," he rumbled, his grin widening to show a set of gleaming teeth. "They look... quite ripe for the picking."

The mention of his 'surprise' brought a thrill of fear to the women, their eyes wide and their breaths shallow. Yet, as he approached, Dalla couldn't help but feel a strange, unwanted warmth spread through her body, a primal response to the overwhelming masculinity before her. His hand reached out to trace the line of her neck, his rough fingers leaving a trail of fire on her skin, and she felt her pulse quicken despite her anger and dread. 

The other two women, Val and Ygritte, watched with a mix of horror and fascination, their own bodies betraying them with subtle reactions to his nearness. Val's chest heaved with ragged breaths, while Ygritte's eyes flickered with something that looked suspiciously like curiosity.

The air grew heavier, charged with the unspoken promise of what was to come, as Garrosh continued his inspection, his eyes raking over each inch of their exposed flesh. It was as if he could see into their very souls, stripping them of their pride and dignity with a single look. And yet, Dalla couldn't deny the dark, pulsing need that was building within her, a need that she knew would soon be satiated whether she wanted it or not.

Ygritte's defiant words hung in the air, her fiery spirit undimmed by the overwhelming presence of the orc king."I'll never submit to you, you brute!" she spat, her voice trembling with rage and fear. 

Garrosh's eyes narrowed, his nostrils flaring as he took in her insolence. A low, menacing chuckle rumbled from his chest, sending shivers down the spines of the captives."We'll see about that," hegrowled, his voice dripping with cruel intent.

Without warning, he reached out and grabbed Ygritte by the hair, yanking her head back to expose her neck. She cried out in pain, struggling against her restraints, but they held fast. Garrosh's other hand slid down to grasp her chin, forcing her to meet his blazing gaze.

"You're going to be the first to learn your place," he snarled, his hot breath washing over her face.

Ygritte's eyes widened in terror as Garrosh's massive hand released her chin, moving to the fastenings of his armor. The metal clanked and groaned as he divested himself of the heavy plates, revealing a physique that made even the imposing Space Wolves seem puny in comparison.

Before her stood a behemoth of a man, his muscles rippling like living granite beneath his bronzed skin.And then there was the monster between his thighs, a gargantuan cock that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.It was a grotesque parody of a manhood, thick as a bear's thigh and long enough to reach her navel. The head, a bulbous mass of veiny flesh, glistened with a bead of pre-cum that seemed to mock her with its obscenity.

Ygritte's breath caught in her throat as Garrosh strode closer, the air thickening with the musk of his arousal.

Ygritte's breath caught in her throat as Garrosh strode closer, the air thickening with the musk of his arousal. It was a heady, overwhelming scent, one that seemed to seep into her very pores and awaken a dark, primal hunger within her. Her body ached, her core clenching almost painfully as if in anticipation of a pleasure she knew she shouldn't crave.

Garrosh loomed over her, his massive cock throbbing inches from her face. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back to meet his gaze.

"Open," he growled, his hot breath washing over her lips.

"Take it in your mouth, bitch."

Ygritte's mouth went dry, her tongue feeling thick and heavy in her mouth. She wanted to refuse, to bite down on that obscenely large cock and show him her defiance.

Ygritte's eyes widened in horror as Garrosh's cock invaded her mouth, the girth stretching her lips and cheeks to their limits. Shegagged, her throat convulsing around the massive shaft as it plunged deeper, hitting the back of her mouth. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to cry out, not wanting to give the beast the satisfaction.

Garrosh's grip on her hair tightened, his other hand reaching down to wrap around her head, forcing her to take more of his length. The heat of his touch seared her skin, his calloused fingers digging into her scalp as he controlled the pace of her oral assault.

"Mmm, that's it, take it all like a good little slut," he taunted, his voice low and gravelly with lust. 

"Your throat's a tight little vice around my cock, isn't it?

As Ygritte gagged and choked around Garrosh's massive cock, her fellow captives watched in horror, their eyes wide with shock and revulsion.Yet, despite their outward distress, a curious sensation began to build within them - a strange, illicit craving to be the one receiving Garrosh's brutal attentions next.

Dalla's heart raced, her nipples hardening beneath the sheer fabric of her harem attire as she imagined the feel of that enormous cock splitting her open. Val's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her hips twitching involuntarily as she pictured Garrosh's thick shaft driving into her tight heat.

Rhok'zan, the queen, observed the scene with a wicked grin, clearly amused by the reactions of her prisoners.With a mischievous gleam in her eye, she sauntered over to Ygritte, her hips swaying hypnotically.

"Let's have a little fun, shall we?"

Garrosh's grip on Ygritte's head tightened, his cock throbbing in her mouth as he began to speak, his voice dripping with contempt.

"Where's that brave talk now, little wolf?" he sneered, his hot breath washing over her face.

"You were so quick to defy me, but now you're just a pathetic cocksucker, aren't you?"

Rhok'zan chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Ygritte's spine.She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick a long, slow stripe up the captive woman's inner thigh, pausing to circle her clit before delving between her folds once more.

"Mmm, she's already so wet for us," the queen purred, her finger sliding easily into Ygritte's slick heat.

"Look at her squirm, Garrosh. Our little brave warrior is turning into a slutty cocksucker right before our eyes." Ygritte's eyes watered and she whimpered around the invasive cock as it plunged in and out of her mouth, her throat tightening around Garrosh's shaft. 

Despite the degradation, her body had traitorously responded to their combined attentions. Her clit throbbed, and she felt the first tremors of an unwanted climax building within her. Rhok'zan's tongue was a sinful delight, lapping and teasing her sensitive flesh with a skill that made Ygritte's knees weak. 

The queen's taunts only added to the mix of humiliation and pleasure, her words a dark caress that seemed to resonate within the redheaded warrior's core. 

And then, it happened. A muffled scream was all that escaped her as her orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing in the pillory. Her juices spurted out, coating the queen's eager mouth and dripping down her chin, staining the purple fur beneath her.

Garrosh's eyes widened slightly at the display of submission, his grip on her hair tightening as he continued to fuck her mouth. The taste of her pleasure on his cock only served to spur him on, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate to claim her fully.

Rhok'zan, unfazed by the sudden wetness on her face, licked her lips with a smug satisfaction, savoring the flavor of victory. She watched her husband's excitement grow, knowing that this was just the beginning of the night's entertainment.

Garrosh's growls grew louder, his hips bucking as he approached the peak of his pleasure. His cock swelled even larger in Ygritte's mouth, and with a roar that shook the very foundation of the castle, he climaxed, filling her throat with a torrent of hot, thick semen. 

The sheer volume of his seed was overwhelming, causing her cheeks to bulge as she struggled not to choke on the copious amounts of cum. It filled her mouth and spilled over, running down her chin and nose, mixing with her tears as they fell to the stone floor. 

The taste was bitter, yet strangely intoxicating, and she found herself swallowing, her throat working convulsively to manage the deluge. Her eyes watered from the effort, and her nose was forced to accept the excess, the sensation of his cum invading her sinuses almost too much to bear.

The other women watched in a mix of shock and arousal as the display of dominance played out before them. Val's body quivered, her own juices wetting her thighs as she imagined herself in Ygritte's place. 

Dalla's eyes were glued to the sight, her chest heaving as she felt her own orgasm building in the pit of her stomach. Despite the horror of the situation, their bodies were betraying them, responding to the raw, primal power of the orc king's claiming.

Rhok'zan watched with a smug smile, her own arousal clear as she licked her lips, eager to claim her share of the spoils. She knew the true battle was just beginning, and she looked forward to breaking down the remaining two's resolve. This was going to be a night none of them would forget, a night that would redefine their very existence as they became the breeding stock of the mighty Garrosh Hellscream.