Thread: Breeding Stocks and Bonds [Oppai87 X Kadavro]

A cool breeze passed over a small group moving swiftly in the shadows of the dense jungle brush, thankful that thick clouds shrouded the moonlight, making the surrounding much darker as they neared their target. The group had been ordered by their captain to investigate rumors of a large Orc encampment not far from Arathi Creek, where only hours ago two armies stood at opposite ends, the Horde and the alliance. The alliance army was comprised of members from the races of humans, Night Elves and Dwarves, the majority men from both races, but a good number of them were women too. At the opposite end, the horde army comprised of members from all the dark races. Orcs, Trolls and undead. The battle had been a stalemate with both sides incurring heavy losses, the horde army had retreated back to the dank swamps of the Arathi Highlands. Aime Darkwood, a sergeant in the Alliance serving under her husband General Garrion, was leading the small group of scouts as she tread carefully over the forest ground, making sure not to make too much noise as she neared the enemy camp, halting briefly to make sure her squad of rogues, comprised of three humans and two elves excluding her, the others were all male. She grateful to see they were still in formation especially after she caught the one human out of position a few miles back because he was staring at her firm ass trapped in her tight black leather pants. Aime was well aware that she was a very attractive Night Elf, standing at a mere 5,5 ft with enticing emerald green eyes and silky soft raven black hair, but it was her generous 34E bust that elicited the most reactions. Unfortunately she was already married and not by her choosing, no her Father, Furkna Darkwood was a high ranking council member and had married her off to General Garrion, to help strengthen the families influence just before the war had broken out. So far the couple had only mated on their wedding night as the simpleton was more interested in his military campaign. Aime however couldn't help herself, she relished in the fact that many an alliance members have dropped their jaws every time she walked by, swaying her hips while her tight, low cut leather armor that barely contained her flesh globes. As frustrating as it was that she was taken, she doubted any of the males in the alliance army could pleasure the way she was secretly craving. For some strange reason her sexual thirst was big ever since she first had sex with her husband, but she was barely able to derive any real pleasure from the man's measly seven inch twig sized cock, leaving her very frustrated afterwards. She had seen a number of the alliance men naked and none seemed any bigger than her husband. Plus going by the amount of times she had strolled past tents listening to the wimps barely lasted a minute making her concluded that even if she participated in an affair she would still be left unsatisfied. Having arrived at their location, the group hid amongst the bushes as Aime saw a bonfire burning a deep red and orange in the distance its light penetrating the camps surroundings. The Orc Camp was no mere camp either, it was a military camp, many tents lined up, a whole tribe of Orc warriors were hunkering down in this area. Beyond where she was hiding, she could see a group of gruesome, ugly Orc soldiers squatting down around the fire, all of them dressed in standard leather soldier armor. Aime placed her dainty hands on the cold handles of her curved knives sheathed should any vicious Orcs attack them. Quietly and calmly she took a step forward only to spin around as large shadows emerged from behind the groups position, they had been discovered.