Thornclaw stood at the coast of Southshore, looking out across the water and taking in the beauty of the idyllic Lorderon countryside. Her light purple skin glistened in the sun while her long snow white hair tied into a long tight braid she wore over her shoulder and down past her moderate sized chest, wrapped tightly in leather armor, fluttering in the crisp sea breeze. Having recently helped rid the overrun city of Gnomregon, and earning the admiration (and lustful gazes) or the Gnomregon Exiles, she had come to Hillsbrad to help aid the humans of Southshore who were in danger of the Scourge, Worgen, Horde, and as she recently learned, murlocs.
The comely night elf had learned that murlocs to the south had been a threat, but it seems the local guard commander was unconvinced. She would have to thin their numbers herself, and as a Druid of the Claw she was used to culling local wildlife populations to maintain balance. Stretching out, letting her ample hips jiggle in the windows of her dark navy leather pants (that were gifted by the gnomes), she leaned forward before taking on the form of an indigo nightsaber. Darting forth, towards the coast, she would find her new prey as she had done the satyrs of Teldrassil, the Defias of Stormwind, and even the Horde in Ashenvale. After defeating such fearsome foes, what danger would some murlocs pose?
It wasn't long until Thornclaw saw the first murloc, the small squat muscular blue scaled fishman with bulging eyes. She pounced upon it in her feline form and quickly felled it. Then she went down the coast, slaying every fishman she came across until their numbers were gathered in large numbers around their huts. Thornclaw knew there must have been some truth to the rumor of their gathering, but this exceeded her expectations. It was risky to try and pick them off, but she was eager to clear them out to return for her reward, and the ferocious nightsaber carefully picked one near the edge of the huts, before it could get help. Her next target was riskier. There was a tidehunter next to an oracle, a murloc skilled in nature and healing magic, and not too far was a group of four other oracles.
Her plan was a simple one she had enacted many times before; run in, assassinate one, flee, shake her pursuers, then return to finish the rest. Dashing in, she easily dispatched the tide hunter, but in the din of battle, she did not hear the cries of the oracles who were further away, and as she fled, she did not think to return to her night elf form to drink one of her healing potions, and before she knew it, five bolts of crackling lightning struck her and the shock of the blasts was enough to cause her to scream in agony as she reverted back to her humanoid form before blacking out.
The moral of the story? Even if you've accomplished much and felled legendary foes, never underestimate groups of lesser opponents. In the brief moment before darkness took her, Thornclaw did lament that if this was her end, she wished it was a more glorious death than being blindsided by murlocs after all her heroic deeds. However, she stirred as something wet and slimy dragged across her face. Consciousness slowly returned to the druid, wondering if she had passed to the Emerald Dream, but as she slowly opened her amber eyes, dread overtook her as the large maw, white scales, and bulging yellow eyes of a murloc oracle loomed over her. She assumed she was about to experience an extremely gruesome end, as the murlocs were known to eat humanoids.
The oracle had dragged her back to the ramshackle huts at the edge of the coast and his fellows surrounded her. Gulping and closing her eyes once again, Thornclaw waited for the first sharp sensation of rending pain, when something unexpected happened. A semi-soft rod plopped on her face, feeling moist, spongy, and somewhat salty, she slowly opened her eyes as the oracle's groin was over her now and the fishman's male appendage, long, slimy, and meaty was resting over her face now. The druid's mind figured out what was going to happen next and part of her felt that being eaten would be a better fate than this.
"Mrrmmmgl!" The glossy scaled white murloc yelled before roughly grabbing Thornclaw's tits and shoving his cock in mouth. She regretted being slack jawed from the surprise she felt at the situation, but there was no going back now. The murloc thrusted roughly, possessed by pleasure as it continued to mumble and groan. Not caring for Thornclaw's comfort or even need to breathe, the druid was soon gasping for what little air she could get between thrusts as the murloc clawed her breasts and twisted them like toys. She struggled against the ropes, but she was stuck fast unable to escape the rough throat fucking she was receiving.
Thornclaw's glowing amber eyes bulged again as she felt a long wet sensation at her groin. Unable to see past the murloc fucking her face's crotch, a blue scaled murloc was currently using its large, slimy, flat tongue to lick her lower lips. Using its flexibility to lap it up while playing with her slit and teasing her clit, the assault to her senses was too much and she groaned into the cock of the white murloc which only seemed to excite him more. The murloc hilted itself into her throat, refusing to leave, and merely doing frenzied micro thrusts to push its head into her gullet while she choked on it. Feeling a mix of pleasure from the cunnilingus and the pain from the throat fuck her eyes crossed as she was overwhelmed.
Two more murlocs joined the orgy, placing their fish sticks into her hands, slapping her tits to start pumping, and like a mechanical gnomish toy her arms began to pump them. The murloc who was eating her out made her squirt, fecund fluids entering its mouth and the fish man licked its maw with feral excitement. Finally in the mood, he lined his slimy aberrant cock with her pussy and thrust forward, spearing her like a fish, and began thrusting like his fellow on the other side. The once mighty druid came again as she stroked the cocks in her hand while the one in her mouth went as deep as he could before releasing another cry and orgasming.
Waves of salty seed with the viscosity of fish oil went straight into Thornclaw's stomach. The orgasm seemed to last forever and a lack of air made the night elf's head grow light and her vision blurry. The murloc began to withdraw, continuously hosing her innards with sticky white fish oil, and causing the druid to choke on the copious amount of pungent salty semen that stuck to her insides like glue. After fully withdrawing the murloc let out a satisfied gurgle. Thornclaw mentally sighed, feeling like at least part of her torture was over, but the relief was short lived as another murloc took its place. Its long slimy cock already fully engorged from watching the orgy, the fishman wasted no time spearing the druid's throat. Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, the one fucking her reached an orgasm and sprayed her inside full of thick pungent sticky seed.
Choking out cries of an orgasm as the force and warmth of the murloc's orgasm overwhelmed her womb, completely filling her. The murloc inside her gurgled as it struggled to withdraw, and once it was out two more murlocs took its place. Thornclaw's eyes widened again as she had two murloc cocks go inside her while she was neck deep in another one. One for her pussy and another in her, until now, virgin asshole. The stimulus of two murloc cocks entering her bottom holes forced her to spasm, shaking uncontrollably, as she squirted on the two murlocs fucking her.
Brutally fucked senseles, the murlocs who Thornclaw had her hands wrapped around grew impatient and thrusted in her palms. While angered by her sluggish pumps, they did not take their anger out on the bound druid, instead grabbing her arms while thrusting to use her as a masturbatory aid. From hero to sex toy, Thornclaw's pride evaporated faster than snow in the Tanaris sun. Perhaps it was worse than being a meal, but she didn't have time to think it over when the two members in her hands sprayed their smelly cocksnot all over her body. Her body positively reeked of fish now, covered inside and out of murloc cum there was no end in sight.
This continued all throughout the night into the morning. Thornclaw had no rest. Sometimes she drifted into unconsciousness but she would sometimes be awakened by new cocks entering her. By midday she was almost completely covered in semen. Her purple skin almost painted white, a constant stream of cum drooling from her lips, and her stomach bloated by the sheer amount of murloc splooge in her she resembled a pregnant woman. Thornclaw's mind was too exhausted to form thoughts, but if she could she might think of formulating an escape. However, the murlocs were not going to let her go and when the whole tribe was done with her she was put in a primitive cage. This cycle continued day in and day out, the murlocs using her for satisfaction and amusement. Nothing more than a toy for fishmen, Thornclaw figured her days were numbered. Eventually they would grow bored with her or their food would run out and they would see her as their next meal. Each time her cage opened and she was dragged out to be tied up and used she wondered if it would be her last. Almost a week, or at least she thought it was a week later, after being used as the Torn Fin communal whore, Thornclaw feared this would be her last time being used, and when she fell unconscious she did not expect to awaken again.
"Wake the fuck up, druid," a voice called to Thornclaw as she slowly opened her eyes. The sunlight was harsh on her eyes and she squinted as a blurry figure stood over her. Humanoid in shape, eventually she saw a human man in red chainmail with long dark hair, beard, and carrying a large jagged blue steel axe over his shoulder.
"I thought I was done for," Thornclaw sighed, "I assume I have you to thank," Thornclaw weakly smiled, realizing she had barely come out of this ordeal alive.
A female gnome in black robes carrying a staff with a crescent moon top and her bright pink hair tied in two wreaths approached and said, "Yes indeed, we found you in quite a state. You're free to go back to town now, but you're on dreamscythe now."
"What?" Thornclaw asked, not understanding the last comment the gnome made before shaking her head, "No, I have vengeance to sow against the Torn Fin. Allow me to join you."
"The more the merrier," the human warrior nodded, "Let's go!" He offered her a hand up which Thornclaw gladly accepted. She would make the Torn Fin regret their misdeeds, but she knew there were others not so lucky, who met their unfortunate ends adventuring on Azeroth. For a brief moment she was doomed in Doomhowl.