Red Oath

  

A cold breeze passed over Tessa's violated body. It cooled the pain, driving it deeper back into her mind. She was still lying on the altar with her upper body tied up. The beast's semen was still dripping from its intestines.
Strange talk. Strange noise. The creaking of the door, the painful moans of a woman who wasn't Tessa, now reached her in every moment of pain. Tormented them as the orc had done before.
The footsteps came closer. Tessa trembled, fear pushing away the past pain and breathing new feeling into her battered bones. A hand reached into her hair. Tugged him. Her eyes flashed dimly over the whitish thighs of an elf. Black material covered her thighs. Her scent filled the human woman's nose, sweet and painful.
He smelled unnatural, smelled like pleasure and yet was as sharp as urine. Tessa wanted to turn her head away in disgust and try to escape from the blood elf, but she then brutally pulled her hair back and spoke to her in the common language: “Hello, you little scarlet bitch. Did you like Gromsch's cock? "Did you like being fucked on your oh-so-hallowed altar?"
"No," Tessa moaned. Spit was still dripping from her lips. A strand of her silver-white hair fell over her face as her eyes looked up. She could see the elf's bright blue eyes set in her pale, milky face. A malicious smile played on the pointed-eared woman's lips and she spoke again: "Then you're more into women. Say, do you want to lick your little Scarlet sister? Is that what you bitches are doing here within these walls?”
The human priestess swallowed hard. The scent from the elf's pubic area became more and more intense the closer she came to her and pressed the prisoner's face against it.
"No. We serve the light, you monsters. We live to restore order in Azeroth,” the priestess pressed. Defiance had replaced shock. She glared up at the undead elf, semen still dripping from her battered rear hole and running down her thighs.
“Well, then let’s see how well you serve the light,” laughed the blood elf and then made grunting noises into the hall. Strong footsteps came closer. Sobs and grunts reached her ears from behind. Tessa wanted to turn around, but the woman with milky skin, bright blue eyes and blue-black hair was still holding her. She pressed her face against her black magic fabric bodysuit, which clung tightly to her perky breasts.
Tessa's nose touched the moist cleft of the woman's crotch, clearly visible beneath the thin fabric. The scent of the strange woman became more and more haunting. She smelled of corrupt magic, smelled of vice, smelled of all the bad in the world.

“Ah,” Rassala cried out as she was thrown on her back onto the altar. Her hands were also tied behind her back and pressed painfully into her stomach. Her neck was right on the edge of the sacred stone and fell downwards due to gravity. The world was wrong for her. Everything looked wrong. The elf's milky skin. The darkness in the chapel consecrated to the light. The tauren bull who had captured her and was now looking lustfully at her body. Everything was wrong.
Finally her eyes fell on Tessa, who was lying next to her on the altar. Her head was pressed against the privates of the undead monster, who looked down at her with a diabolical smile. The young, black-haired woman looked horrified at that unreal image - because the elf witch now pulled the material on her crotch to the side and revealed to her fellow believer her bare labia, dripping with undead juice.
Disgusted, Tessa struggled against the painful grip to get away from the woman, but she couldn't. Rassala also felt nothing but disgust for what she now saw. But she had no time to worry about Tessa's fate, because the Taurean who had laid her on the altar now began to tear her doublet off her body with his strong hands. Unbridled, his lustful hands reached for her female human body. The monster pawed its hooves greedily as its hands pulled her breasts out from under the fabric.
"No, don't, leave us alone, you monsters," Rassala shouted desperately. The Taurean then tore the material further, exposing her feminine curves, her flat stomach and finally her intimate area. The beast's powerful paws lustfully brushed against her dark pubic hair, which stood out as a thin band above her young, still untouched labia. His strong finger moved lower and was the first man to touch Rassala's crack. The Scarlet Priestess screamed loudly. "Stop it, you damn monsters."
"That doesn't sound nice," the undead blood elf smiled as she looked down at the two captured human women. Her malicious smile fell like a dark wave over the two priestesses. Suddenly there was a knife in her hand. The dark blade grazed Rassala's exposed chest. "So you think I'm a monster?"
"Yes," the priestess snapped. She tried to direct her hatred toward the elf while the tauren's fingertips played with her privates. This animal was as much a perversion as the twisted magic that gave the elf the life she led.
“How rude,” she laughed. Her laughter echoed through the chapel as she continued to press Tessa's head against her privates. Her dagger caressed Rassala's nipples and slid across her skin, leaving a thin red thread.
The priestess was breathing quickly. She felt the icy magical steel on her skin. She felt how the Taurean had brought his member out and was rubbing against her virgin pussy. She smelled his lustful breath, first touching her stomach before traveling over her breasts, her neck, into her nose.
Rassala shivered on the cold stone. She felt the power of her enemies. She felt the shame of her weakness. Felt the deadly blade on her skin. Her panic-driven pulse was racing faster and faster. The blood elf's eyes seemed to delight in her desperate, rapid breathing, which animated her pretty breasts into rapid movements.

A blood-curdling scream brought Tessa's tormented mind back to the present. It was Rassala who bucked desperately as the Taurean rammed his massive member into her virgin opening. The two young women lay helpless on the altar and had to give themselves to the beasts.
The tauren's thrusts weren't deep, but they were enough to cause the girl incredible pain. He had pushed her legs wide apart and was pressing his member against her hole. Blood oozed from freshly opened, female, orifice.
The monster struck again and again. Again and again the Scarlet Priestess reared up in desperation. Her flat stomach seemed to bulge slightly the deeper he penetrated her. Soon her mouth was only capable of a weak, rattling sound.
The blood elf grabbed Tessa's head and turned it so that she could see her mate's soundless cries of pain.
“Yes, she enjoys it,” laughed the elf. "And you'll enjoy it too." She grabbed her head again and pressed it against her pussy lips.
"No," Tessa whimpered with a last bit of pride.
"Lick me. Lick me like you want to lick your little girlfriend. Lick me like it's your life. Because if you don't, I will cut her throat and let her slowly bleed out before your eyes." With these words, the steel from Rassala's stomach slowly slid upwards. He traced his lines again on her breasts before finally reaching her delicate neck. The priestess still panted desperately with each of the tauren's fuck thrusts. Tears streamed down her face. Once again the undead let Tessa take a look at her threatened and violated companion before forcing her lips to her privates.
Tessa struggled desperately, she smelled the elf's corrupt magic. She smelled the acrid pleasure of her shame. Tasted the disgusting undead juice on her lips. She briefly considered whether she should just grab it. She wondered if she shouldn't simply bite the death elf in a final gesture of resistance before they were both slain.
But Tessa couldn't muster the courage. Instead, she slowly, hesitantly began to lick the blood elf's bare pussy lips. They were hesitant, clumsy movements, but they quickly had an effect as the lips swelled and the juice also increased. The strange, unnatural taste almost numbed her senses, while her gaze imperceptibly fell on the strange runic markings above her clitoris.
The elf moaned with pleasure. Her grip on Tessa's silver-white hair loosened. Her blade slid playfully across Rassala's neck. The girl panted and screamed desperately while the Taurean had now found his rhythm inside her. His massive member broke faster and deeper into her body. Her stomach now literally bloated as the beast sank his lance almost completely into her delicate body. The bull's groaning could be heard loudly in the chapel as he thrust into his victim on the altar.
The sharp, magical blade on her neck increased Rassala's panic as the blood gushed from her violated pleasure cave and joined with her slowly forming love nectar. The black-haired woman hardly dared to move her head anymore, because the dagger pressed deeper and deeper against her delicate neck and every thrust of the bull drove her even harder against the cursed steel.
Tessa's tongue had done a great job by now. True streams of pleasure flowed from the elf's ford. The prisoner licked some of this nectar up, some of it trickled down her bare thighs. The elf's lips formed a moan.
Suddenly a bulge began to form above the elf's pubic area, and within a few moments Tessa was shocked to see how a penis had formed from the elf's vagina. She had heard of that hideous perversion, but she had never actually seen it before. The priestess wanted to scream and take her eyes off this abomination, but the blood elf forced Tessa with brutal force to put the magical lance in her mouth.
Tessa wanted to scream, but at that moment this penis blocked her mouth. The blood elf smirked, enjoying the thrill of pleasure as she pushed her member down the scarlet's throat. She had never had anything like this in her mouth, whether natural or unnatural, and tears welled up in her eyes. However, her tormentor paid no attention and began to fuck her mouth with quick deep thrusts.

The tauren bull's snorting and moaning became increasingly loud. The elf also moaned louder and louder. The two human girls, on the other hand, only uttered soft whimpers and smacks. Tessa could hardly breathe as the blood elf pushed the member deeper and deeper into her throat. She was literally fucked by her. The elf's thrusts became increasingly wild and greedy. Her pelvis moved quickly, pushing the magical genital deep into her victim's throat.
Rassala was also abused more and more violently. The wild thrusts of the tauren, who had placed his hands on her breasts, seemed to literally tear her abdomen open. Bound, she writhed beneath him. She wheezed, the elf's blade at her throat, trying not to push herself against the threatening dagger through her pain.
Then finally the time had come. The Taurean clung tightly to her breasts. Squeezing her nipples out of them, moaning loudly, and finally screaming his greedy, insatiable pleasure out into the hallowed hall with loud grunts. His hot sperm shot deep into Rassala's newly deflowered cave. Filled them and oozed out the sides.
The elf came too. She began to announce her explosion of pleasure with sharp, loud screams, like a banshee. She tugged at Tessa's hair. Pressing her cock deep into her captive's throat. Then he started to twitch. The undead beast groaned and screamed wildly, like a fury. A hot, salty jet sprayed down the human woman's throat. She gagged, snorted, tried to fight the urge to vomit. But she quickly felt the juices coming up inside her. Felt the endless nausea that threatened to overwhelm her.
Tessa threw up, her juices mixing with the elf's in her throat. But she couldn't get rid of it because the genitals were still in her mouth and blocking this path. Her eyes widened in despair. The juices could neither go forward nor back. They blocked her mouth, blocked her throat, and wrapped themselves around the elf's member like a hot pulp. This seemed to excite the blood elf even more, and while Tessa was unable to breathe and slowly lost her senses, her tormentor came and fell more violently.
The blood elf shuddered and trembled under her climax. She writhed wildly inside her victim as her hot juice squirted out of her. At that moment she lost her control and her blade sliced ​​across Rassala's neck. It was only a small cut, but it opened the girl's lifeline. While she and the Taure were still pushing their seed into their victims, Rassala bled to death. Her skin became pale and her eyes became cloudy. When the Taurean withdrew his limp member from her, the life had also left her.

Tessa woke up. She was still on the altar. Her gaze fell on a lake of blood and other juices that had pooled around the altar. A disgusting taste filled the back of her throat. She felt the pain in every part of her body and soul. Her hands were still tied behind her back.
She lifted her head with difficulty. She saw her companion's bled-out body lying next to her. She should have felt something, but in that moment there was no room for further pain in Tessa's soul. She got up and finally freed herself from the bonds.
The entire chapel had been vandalized and plundered, but the enemy seemed to be gone. The priestess reached for a torn flag and wrapped her trembling body in the Scarlet crest.
In front of the shattered gate lay several slain fighters of the light. Tessa murmured a quiet prayer. She took one of the men's swords and used it as a crutch. Supported in this way, she dragged herself back to the altar, where Rassala still lay.
Tessa fell to her knees before the desecrated sanctuary and her dead companion. She moved her lips quietly: “I will find these monsters and hunt them down. I will hunt down and exterminate all creatures that defy the true light. I swear."
At that moment the sky opened to a new day and a few rays of sunlight fell through the broken window onto Tessa, turning her makeshift cloak a bright scarlet.