Insemination

 

Dull candlelight lit up the room. The walls were black as the night and seemed to swallow any light. Only occasionally did dark red shine. Characters and symbols, this wall decoration drawn with blood was strange and threatening.
A candle ring marked the center of this unholy hall. The light of the 49 virgin flames fell on the altar in the center. There was a draenei bent over naked on the rock. Her arms were chained to the side of the white stone. Her hooves were also pulled apart and chained to the sacrificial rock, so that her butt to one side was easily accessible and her head to the other side.
The young, well-developed breasts were painfully pressed onto the altar and dodged to the left and right. An orc was sitting on the floor in front of the dragon girl named Shari. Her name was Reva. In front of this lay a red-gold bowl with a milky substance. The muscular green-skinned woman dipped her finger in the bowl and then wet her bare breast. She circumnavigated the bulges of her femininity.
Lust was reflected in the eyes of the orcin. She enjoyed this gentle touch of her curves. Enjoy how the liquid made her moist and provided her skin with new strength. At the same time, she looked into the eyes of the young Draenei. The girl had tears in her opal blue eyes. She could clearly see the flame playing in the damp path that had formed on the girl's bladder blue facial skin.
„ Look here, my little one. This is your mother's milk “, the orcine rustled and at the same time rubbed her face with the white liquid. She literally cremated herself with this exotic substance. Stroked deeper between her thighs over her muscular belly.
The orcin was sitting on her knees. She had opened her thighs so that her fingers could easily reach the bare column. Here, too, she distributed part of the Draeneimilch.
„ Look good “, she repeated as her fingers slid through her damp crevice. The girl wanted to look away, but her neck was in a stone depression of the altar, so she couldn't move him aside.
„ Yes, that's a good thing. She found out how stimulating this mother juice affects me “, said the orcin and raised her hand to the prisoners. Her own pleasure nectar, mixed with the milk from the breasts of the Draeneimutter, dripped from her fingers. The young Draenei whimpered as her hand approached her face, and the green wet fingers wiped that mixture of female juices on her young lips. Shari tasted the sweet, salty taste that she couldn't escape.
„ Soon my little one, soon you will also produce this delicious nectar. You will become one of my milk mares “, Reva smiled with the expression of sadistic lust on her face. „ You will be inseminated tonight. Tonight you will be a mother mare, my little one. Igon, show her our surprise. “
„ At your service, Mistress “, a small weight murmured, the size and ugliness of a tapestry. He operated the wheel of a huge winch.

The girl's eyes widened panicked. In the light of the candles, she recognized another person behind the orcin. Her mother's naked body hung on a chain. Slowly she was let down from the darkness into the candlelight. Her hands were tied with iron rings over her head, and the chain attached to it made the busty body of the Draenei dangle in the air. Her whole weight pulled on her arms and painfully robbed her of the air. The gag in her mouth prevented the Draenei woman from screaming.
Teka was now lowered infinitely slowly into the sanctuary until she touched the floor. It was only with the utmost effort that the woman always managed to find some support on her hooves. Now the chain was fixed and Teka had to look directly at her daughter, who was chained to the altar.
Shari could see through her wet eyes how her mother also struggled with tears. The wooden peg in her mouth, fastened with leather straps, prevented her from making any sound.

„ I think this is enough for now “, said the orchexe and the elf let the winch wheel snap into place.
„ As you wish, Mistress “, the little demon whispered.
Reva rose and strode into the dark. The milk was still dripping over the chest and thighs of the green-skinned muscular woman. She licked over her tusks. The eyes of the two Draeneis followed her. Mother and daughter were filled with the same panic, while the Wichtel laughed diabolically.
„ Do you have the fresh milk, Made? “, Asked the Orc in the dark. Orcs have always been a people of hunters, their eyes were used to darkness. For them, the contours of the blood elf, which strode out of the dark aisle, were clearly visible, while it remained hidden for the tied draenei.
Ravijel went to her knees in front of her mistress and humbly lifted the bowl with the fresh night elf milk over her head to offer it to the mistress. She said softly: „ Yes, Mistress. I milked them fresh for the ritual. “
Reva smiled. Their fine senses, strengthened by demon forces, could also recognize hidden things. She smelled the fear of her slave, she smelled the scent of female nectars in her breath. This little blood elf couldn't hide anything from her, certainly she had nailed to one of the mares again.
The black-haired orc liked the idea that her slave tried to keep a secret from her mistress. She would leave her in the belief. And in their fear of Durath. The witch had deliberately mixed an aphrodisiac to eat the tauren. Black lotus was a rare herb, but its effect on men was fantastic, making it so predictable.
He would certainly suffer from an insatiable greed tonight, but if he followed her, she would of course have to punish her disobedient slave. Her lips made a happy smile around her sharp, ivory-colored tusks as her fingers closed around the vessel and she took it out of her hands, the blutelfe, which looked so fragile compared to her, took.
„ I no longer need you down here, Made. Go up and only come back into the house at sunrise. I will certainly be very hungry as if all mares got through me well. If it is too little, I might think that you may serve me better as a milk mare than as my slave. And you don't want to lose your honor. “
„ No, mistress “, said Ravijel, startled.
„ Well, then disappear, this is not for your eyes. “
„ Yes, Mistress. “ The blutelfe jumped up with his head bowed and hurried away into the dark corridor that led up the main house.

The Orchexe led the vessel to her lips and took a pleasant sip of the valuable nocturnal breast milk. She felt the power of that essence flooding her mind – she felt the power.
Slowly, menacingly, she approached the Draenei women. Her strong fingers enclosed the lush breasts of the mother mare hanging on the chain and pressed the teats that had only recently been milked. A slight surge splashed her face. The reddish brown eyes of the orc shone with pleasure.
Once again she pressed the huge breasts of the Draeneibeweibe and again a little milk seeped out. Reva took these drops and led them to the girl's lips with her pale blue skin. She tried to turn her face away from her tormentor, whimpering softly. But it didn't work. Finally, the orc specifically thrust its breast-wrapped finger into the girl's mouth.
„ Cost your mother's milk again before you deliver some yourself “, she smiled maliciously. The girl pleaded somewhat in Draenei, while her gagged mother hung only helplessly in her chains, while her daughter was humiliated by this Orcbestie.

The witch dipped her finger in the jar and began painting the back of her blue-skinned victim with the freshly milked elf milk. Runes of a dark world formed on the delicate skin of the girls. The strong fingers of the orc roamed several times through the hair and the delicate tentacles of the Draeneim girl decorated with gold threads, which were behind her pointed ears. Leise's whimper was the reward the warlock earned for it.
Finally she took a distance from the altar and drew a large circle on the floor, forming a pentagram in it, which was again decorated with runes. Some of the milk still dripped down on the inside of her thighs. She mingled with the pleasure nectar that seeped out of her bare vagina.
The Orcfrau's gaze was greedy. Lust, hatred and above all the hunger for power drove her in her actions. Because she loved power more than sex and pain. Her lips began to murmur toneless words. A slight noise covered the whimpering and sobbing of the Draeneis.
The noise grew stronger and in the dim room the runes drawn with elven milk began to shine violet. The candles flickered and their light lost its radiance as if it were depriving them of anyone. Shari, the Draeneim girl, rose wildly. The signs on her body burned like icy fire.
Teka was desperate to see a dark shadow interspersed with reddish-violet streaks forming over her daughter. Again and again she screamed in her wooden gagging without making a sound. The chains painfully cut their wrists, but this was nothing compared to the pain, because their mother's heart felt when she recognized the contours of a mighty demon, who materialized through the portal of purple shadows.
„ Come on, Kruhl. See the sacrifice I offer you there. “, the orchexe whispered.
The demon's outlines condensed. His beefy body was three meters tall, and his huge wings were almost five meters wide. He slowly slid to the ground between the Reva and Shari.
„ You called me “, sounded the ominous voice of the horror lord through the room.
„ Yes, oh powerful crow. I have a new broodmare for you and your brood “, the witch breathed almost humbly. The strong orc woman suddenly seemed to tremble. In her hands she held the jar with the elven milk tightly enclosed, as if it were a source of protection from the primal force of the mighty monster. Her eyes evaded that of the demon lord. „ Look here. It is ripe to receive your dark seeds. “
The horror slord looked around. He looked down on the poor creature. The head of the Draene girl was exactly at the height of his demon member, who slowly straightened up and grew up in front of her eyes like a huge sting.
She did not dare to open her mouth, did not dare to scream, but her eyes reflected all the fear and horror that ran through her tormented soul, when she looked into the monster's eyes from another world.
„ Yes, she is mature “, said the demon with his spherical voice, which eagerly hit all the women present.
The winged creature circled the altar in slow steps. Examined the meat of the Draenei that had been chained here. Finally he stood behind her. His claw hands roamed the victim's body with unprecedented brutal tenderness.
Teka screamed desperately in her gag, writhed in her chains, causing the bluish skin to tear open and blood to seep out of her wrists. Shari trembled all over her young body while the demon's claw stroked her. It was not the claw that feared her, not his huge horns that came from his skull. She feared the dark threat to his loins.
Kruhl enjoyed the sight of the Draen girl almost as much as her fear. Their people and his were closely connected in the old days. Now he would renew this covenant, in which he pregnant this child of the Draenei, and raised his new brood from her body.
Reva had done a good job. He would reward the orchex in a very special way. In her greed for power, she had become an important tool in this world. Her naive belief that she has the power makes the whole thing even more interesting for the horror lord.
He brushed his claw hand through the tentacle base at Shari's head, stroked her dark blue, sweaty hair, wandered over her back to the little tail above the buttocks. He raised it and looked at the tightly closed dark spot on her buttocks, continued to roam the intimate skin until he finally reached her smooth, protruding shame. He easily pressed his claw into the still virgin opening.
The scent of their fear, the scent of their virgin vagina, and breast milk mixed into an indescribable aroma of the lust in the thought of the horned. He ignored the girl's sharp scream and moved his claw a little in the narrow column. Then he led her to his lips and licked his huge tongue over it.

Kruhl waved the orchexes over. She hesitantly followed him. She had conjured up the terror slord several times. He was a powerful, dangerous demon, she knew that. But he was also the source of their power. He had protected her when her clan cast her out. He had given her the power to smash her enemies. She had built this property for him.
Hier wurde seine Gier nach dem Nektar ihrer humanoiden Milchstuten gestillt. Schon öfters hatte sie ihn für eine Besamung beschworen, doch noch nie hatte er sie mit solchem Blick angesehen. Sie erkannte die Gefahr, doch verleugnete sie. Der Dämon rief sie zu sich. Seine Gedanken umspielten die ihren. Mit langsamen Schritten, die Milch immer noch in ihren kräftigen Orchänden haltend, näherte sie sich ihm.
Die Augen von Hexe und Dämon trafen sich. Es war eine intensive Berührung der beiden. Sie spürte seine Macht. Fühlte seine Stärke. Merkte, um wie viel der Schreckenslord in den Jahren ihrer Partnerschaft gereift war. Plötzlich übermannte sie eine ungekannte Furcht und sie wich seinem Blick aus.
The horrific lord smiled contentedly and stretched out his long claw hand for her. From below he took the vessel out of the naked orc woman's hands and led it to his mouth. He greedily drank the freshly milked breast milk. Dripes of the white juice fell on his dark red demon skin.
A deep sigh slid over his lips as he slang the last rest down. Reva shivered. She felt the immense power of the demon she called. Its sheer size and strength were threatening enough, but there was more. Something that reached for her mind, something that hadn't been there before.