That Makes More of Us (WoW Jaina x Thrall x Aggra x Anduin polycule story) (Excerpt - Impending Releases)

Anduin bit his lip, barely managing to keep up with the mag’har orcess’ voracious appetites. Her pace was relentless, her copper hips clapping with his pale thighs as she rode his cock for her own pleasure. It was a forceful fucking that he found himself on the receiving end of, but he did not mind in the least. Her surprisingly snug grip felt amazing around him as her pussy slid up and down every sensitive inch of his shaft.

The young king knew that he probably looked quite the fool at that moment; his facial expressions no doubt alternating between scrunched-up and gaping like a fish. He would’ve thought that his experiences being ridden roughly by Taelia would’ve prepared him for this, but somehow Thrall’s wife was managing to outpace Taelia. Judging from her wicked smiles too, his foolish expressions of surprised pleasure only seemed to spur her on and delight her even more. The orcess had set out to make a human king into her personal dildo that she intended to ride into oblivion, and she was making good on that goal. 

“Light, Aggra!” Anduin gasped. His hands were reaching up and gently tweaking her dark copper nipples, making her coo as he stimulated the hard nubs. “If y- you keep g- going at this pace, I won’t be able to h- hold it!”

Aggra smiled, showing off her sharp canines. “Counting on it, young lion.” She reached down and gripped his shoulders for purchase, pinning him to the bed. Her riding motions atop him became a blur as she began to sweat, her pussy wetly slipping up and down his cock with rapid pumps.

“Oh!” the blond-haired king threw his head back, barely able to concentrate on rubbing the orcess’ firm breasts anymore. His cock was twitching, signaling his impending release. “Aggra…I should p- pull out.” He was sweating, his svelte human body flushed and glistening from the orcess’ forceful lovemaking. “You’re married.”

The orcess licked her lips, grinding her clit against the young monarch’s thin patch of blond pubis. “You should stay right where you are and just let me milk the seed right out of you.” 

“But…Thrall…”

She put a finger to his lips, leaning down and nibbling on his collarbone. In doing so, she deepened her own penetration and began humping his steel hard member with even more intensity, as if that were even possible. “My Go’el is likely draining his balls into your auntie’s womb right now. He would encourage you to do the same to me.”

“Light…!” Anduin gasped. Aggra chuckled from his meager half-hearted resistance dwindling. She leaned her head down and thrust her tongue into the sweating blond young monarch’s mouth. All the while, her pussy swallowed his pale shaft again and again, her wetness drenching his shaft and pooling at his pelvis. 

She was seconds away from an orgasm of her own. What Anduin lacked in size compared to her Go’el, he made up for by being very proficient with his fingers. Even as she overwhelmed the poor young man with her breakneck riding speed, he still managed to sneak his pointer finger underneath her body and diddle her overly-sensitive clit. The orange nub was stroked with the most deft of touches from his priestly finger while his cock slipped wetly in and out of her sex hole. His desperate gasps of pleasure and moans into her mouth as her tongue explored the inside of his completed the arousing ensemble. 

The mag’har orcess pulled her tongue out of the human king’s whimpering lips, gasping as her climax washed over her. She cursed out something in orcish that Anduin did not understand, slamming her orange pussy down onto him fully. Her juices layered his blond pubic mound and she let out a long, husky moan, slamming her eyes shut as she buried her head in his chest. His eyes widened as he realized she was climaxing, his finger continuing to stroke her copper love button while his other hand gave one of her plump asscheeks a generous squeeze as she rode out her orgasm.

When Aggra regained her senses, she felt Anduin humping himself upwards inside her, his shaft rubbing her inner walls. She swore she could feel him twitch inside her, no doubt desperate for release akin to the one she’d just obtained. Barely missing her stride, Aggra leaned her head up from Anduin’s chest, planted her hands on his firm torso for purchase and began riding him quickly again with a grin. Her ass bounced and her hips clapped against his skinny hips as she fucked him to his own completion. 

“Aggra…I’m…!”

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Jaina was at a loss for words as she watched her pink pussy being stretched open by Thrall’s massive girth. Her sex gripped his green shaft tightly as he held onto her ankles and pumped a steady rhythm in and out of her from above. His muscles flexed and his burly face was scrunched up as he felt her silken depths gripping him tightly. 

She moved her hips in time with his in a mating dance as old as time, cooing and whimpering with pleasure as his thick orc cock stroked in and out of her, touching her most sensitive spots. Her breasts were doing figure eights, bouncing in time with his thrusts in and out of her. His blue eyes were filled with lust as he drank in the sight of her gorgeous human body while he fucked her. 

“Jaina…” he grunted with pleasure, placing her legs on his shoulder so he could deepen his thrusts. She gasped, her pale, slender legs stiffening atop his shoulders when his green girth went even deeper inside of her, intimately touching her cervix with his fat cockhead. “You didn’t cast a spell did you?”

“S- spell?” Thrall’s fat green cock was making her toes curl and her brain turn to jelly.

“To protect your womb,” he explained, scrunching his face up as her tightness gripped his member. 

She licked her lips, looking hungrily up at her orcish adonis. “S- should I have?” 

Sensing the playfulness of her tone, he growled, leaning his body deeper into her, bending her flexible legs forward so that they were closer to her face. She was caught off guard by his animalistic tone and growl for a moment, but she realized that all it did was send a thrill coursing through her body. She knew Thrall would never hurt her - she was absolutely certain of it. She did, however, doubt his gentlemanly restraint when it came to pulling out of her, especially now that she had playfully challenged him. 

“You’re a naughty minx, Proudmoore,” his deep voice intoned. His hips were moving faster, and she gasped as his green girth started pummeling her sex faster, harder. “I won’t be pulling out. But you don’t want me to, do you?”