I'm kinda disappointed how this story turned out (I feel like my themes are getting bland), but maybe someone will enjoy it. Also, am I doing spacing right?

The Greatest Gift

(WoW Universe, whorehouse massacre)

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“Two lives, one key... Do not fail me, Nazgoth.” Razuvious barked at the towering orc.

A sudden burst of crimson red sprayed on Nazgoth. It was the blood of a petty night elf that dared to challenge him. His head flew free, as he received the gift that was once bestowed upon Nazgoth. DEATH.

“As expected, my chosen knight has triumphed! You are ready, Nazgoth. Report down to Death's Breach and join the others.”

The big orc sheathed his sword and did as instructed, treading on the bone floor with might, apocalypse in front of him and death behind. As soon as he landed at Death’s Breach, Nazgoth went to battle. He didn’t need another briefing or some order to know what he had to do: SLAUGHTER HUMANS.
He went straight into the fray, surrounded by a swarm of unholy bugs and with his sword cutting through living flesh with the ease of squashing plants. A scarlet crusader charged at him on horseback, weapon at her side. The unholy swarm of insects stung her eyes and she toppled down.

“Hah. Good try.” Shouted Nazgoth as he plunged his sword into the back of the fallen crusader, severing her spine.

“You’ll have to do better than that.” He said, leaving her to suffer and crawl until she would be eaten by some passing ghoul.
It mattered not what creature came before him – woman, man, child – Nazgoth cut them down swiftly, but not mercifully. On his way to New Avalon, he only left carnage behind: villagers clutching at their intestines as they were bisected, women with their eyes gouged out and their tits mauled, men with only stubs for hands, soldiers without heads and villagers without limbs.

“I WILL TEAR THE FLESH OFF OF YOU!” Nazgoth shouted as he kicked open some building’s door.

To his right was a well-dressed woman. Clad in full nobleman attire, her bosom full and her skin slightly wrinkled. She was probably the madam in charge of the establishment and Nazgoth’s next victim. She was frozen by fear as she stared at the hulking orc that had just shattered the locked door with ease.

“What is this place?” Nazgoth asked menacingly.

The woman didn’t respond. She was still paralyzed by fear. As she stuttered, a naked man came running downstairs from Nazgoth’s left, trying to make a run for it. He noticed the menacing orc and tried to slide by him in a rush. A few seconds later his brain was all over the floor, staining Nazgoth’s saronite sabatons.

“P…P…please… We’re just whores here. We won’t harm anybody. Just spare us please.” The madam begged as she saw the orc walking towards her.

“Whores you say… Hmmm . How many of you are in here?” asked Nazgoth grinning.

“J… just 5 of us here. Me, Mary, Theresa, Veroni ... “

“Good. You’ll be my appetizer. “ Nazgoth interrupted the madam, clutching her neck with his left hand and fiercely tearing her clothes off.

She was a woman past her prime. Her big tits sagged a bit and her cunt was covered by thick hair. Nazgoth pinched her hardened right nipple with his long and sharp fingernails, slicing off her nerve packed extremity and sending a wave of agonizing pain through her. He didn’t really like his first opened gift though, so he pushed his thumb into her neck, until her blood sprinkled out like water from a spring. He then clutched his hand tight into a fist and placed it in front of her lower belly. With just a punch, Nazgoth shredded the madam’s uterus with a myriad of icy spikes, causing her to shriek in agony. He then threw her on the floor to writhe in agony and bleed out.

Nazgoth turned towards the man’s corpse and focused his unholy power for a few seconds. A ravenous ghoul rose. As soon as it came to life, it smelled blood and went straight for the madam on the floor. He watched amused for a few minutes as his ghoul sunk its claws into the madam’s belly and pulled out her guts and everything else that could be pulled from her insides. By the time the ghoul had begun mauling her head, she was long expired. The ghoul devoured her almost whole… legs, thighs, cunt, belly, breasts and parts of her face.
Nazgoth then used his powers to command the ghoul as to stay guard and not let anyone escape. He was skeptical about the ghoul’s capabilities, but he also instructed it to capture and not kill any woman that would try to run.

He then laid his robe and the rest of his armor on a table at the entrance. Clad only in a pair of trousers that could barely contain his bulging orcish pride and with his trusty runeforged sword in hand, he went up the stairs to meet the ladies. At the top of the stairs, the small building housed two rooms, one on the left and one on the right – both with their doors shut. Nazgoth smashed open the door on the right.
Inside the room were three young and pretty damsels. They all shrieked in terror at the sight of the orcish menace and one of them threw an iron towards Nazgoth, missing.

“Come on… I don’t look THAT bad.” He said cackling.

“What doth ye want from us? We here are just poor women. We’re no threat to you vile scourge…” said a buxom brunette that stood in the middle. Her face was rather ugly, but her body looked delicious, even through her dress.

“See this blood?” he asked, pointing his sword at her. “It’s the blood of hundreds of your kind. If you don’t wish yours added to it, you’ll have to please me.”

The brunette, although nervous, shed her dress and revealed her nubile maiden body. She had a firm set of swell and soft breasts, complemented by a curvy figure. She kept her undergarments on, not wanting to reveal her cunt too early and proceeded towards Nazgoth, while the blonde and redhead in the room still stood back, their fear still holding them captive.

“I’ll only let one of you get out of here alive. Why are you two standing around? You’re not gonna make me change my mind with that attitude.” He said as the big breasted brunette unzipped his trousers.

Nazgoth laid his sword on a counter and started playing with the brunette’s tiny body. They were all tiny, the tallest of them being the redhead, barely 1.8 meters – compared to Nazgoth’s 2.3 meters of muscle and bone. He looked towards the other two women who were undressing. The redhead’s face seemed particularly appealing to him. He couldn’t recall why, but he felt regret looking at her, something that he almost never felt. He admired her freckled fair skin as she slowly peeled her dress down, revealing her feminine charms. Her tits had the shape and size of ripe pears, perky nipples pointing gloriously upward. She moved with a certain finesse that went beyond the vulgarity of an average whore. Like the brunette, she didn’t reveal herself fully.

To his right, was a long haired blonde with a candid face. Her hair was braided and she seemed pretty dumb by the look on her, but that only made her more vulnerable and appealing to Nazgoth. She lost her clothes quickly and entirely, putting herself on full display. Her shaven cunt had vibrant pink lips that were very inviting and begged for something to part them. Her breasts were nothing to scoff at, but her nipples had big flat aureole that begged to be sliced off… slowly.

Nazgoth’s cock was ready. The brunette’s use was thus quickly expanded. The other two still stood back, trying to make themselves attractive with various poses, but not daring to approach. He slid his hand down the brunette’s panties, his hand clutching her tiny snatch. She gave a moan of pleasure as he slid his index finger into her sex. Her pleasure was short lived though as Nazgoth pulled his finger up and towards him, his fingernail rending through the whore’s cunt. The brunette promptly started to scream like mad, her clitoris being torn away by the orc’s dirty nail. Nazgoth then held her up by her torso. He head-butted her and she slumped back, unconscious. He took a bite off of her glorious right tit and chewed quickly through it.

“Come on girls, you can do better than this sorry piece of trash. Don’t worry, I won’t bite you too.” He said with a bloodied face, taking yet another bite off the brunette’s chest, his teeth ripping flesh from her nubile bosoms.

The remaining two women were terrified, but they knew that inaction would lead them to a similar fate as the one of their colleague. Nazgoth munched patiently on the human’s flesh while the two worked up their courage to approach him. Upon taking his fourth bite, a bloody chunk of the brunette’s flayed cunt, the two were by his side.
Nazgoth looked at the brunette. It looked like she was still breathing so he put his hand on her pretty little head. She woke up, feeling the pressure and flailed her limbs, but to no avail. Her head caved in with a loud cracking sound, fragments of skull digging into her mushy brain and short circuiting the life out of her. The orc laughed at the human’s frailty and tossed her titless and cuntless corpse against the wall.

“Go on. Take me. I’m all yours, you filthy animal.” Said the redhead disdainfully, flaring her arms outwards and protruding her chest.

“I like what I see…” Nazgoth said as his hands crept over the redhead, feeling her delicate skin.

He held her head up from under her chin and gave her a bloody kiss on the forehead, then he turned towards the blonde.

Nazgoth was way bigger than the living doll in front of him. He lifted the tiny human blonde up in his hands, like a parent would with his offspring and carefully placed her on his horizontally erect member, as if it were a stool. She wrapped her hands around his neck so she could hold on, while he grabbed her plump ass with both hands and began to slide her back and forth on his long shaft. Her juicy young cunt and her tender thighs felt great as they encompassed his monstrous green and hairy cock. It was clear that she wouldn’t be able to fit the whole thing inside her, but it was also clear the orc wasn’t interested in the damage he’d do to her. The redhead stood silently and boiled with indignation as she seemed to be ignored. She saw the orc’s blade lying on the nearby counter and an idea hatched in her mind.

The blonde’s pussy was already dripping wet and juices were running all over the floor. She was craving to be penetrated and Nazgoth sensed it. He pushed her towards him and then to the tip of his cock again, this time holding her by her waist. He slid her off for a brief while and then rammed his member deep into her cock starving orifice. As soon as the tip parted her pink labias, she let out an agonizing scream. Nazgoth was turned on immensely by her pain and began thrusting into the blonde cocksleeve, stretching and tearing her fragile inner plumbing. Blood was oozing out of her delicate human pussy, even more so than her other juices. He rammed his instrument a few times into her with ample thrusts, ripping apart her precious womanhood. On the fifth thrust he broke through her cervix and into her lower abdomen. The blonde whore was now past any form of pleasure and was almost foaming at the mouth from crying out. Nazgoth continued unabated, ramming his thick prick into the dying damsel, her guts getting tangled around his member as her new cervix was the diaphragm.
Upon reaching crescendo and unloading his balls of icy white semen into the hot carcass of the blonde that he had just fucked to death, Nazgoth felt something tingle, almost like pain, in his left shoulder. He gleaned the tip of his blade sticking out of his left shoulder and immediately realized what had just transpired. The blade didn’t cut though the bone, so the wound wasn’t too serious - especially not for a death knight. Unfazed, Nazgoth pulled his member out of the blonde cunt, guts and semen flowing out along with it. He let go of the blonde’s corpse then stomped her trauma contorted face with his right heel, caving in her adorable figure and ending her life, if she still had any. The redhead was still trying to press down and cut through his shoulderblade, but it was clear she lacked the strength.

“Congratulations… You’re the last remaining cunt. You can go.” He said with mocking laughter as he turned towards the feisty redheaded morsel.
They both looked defiantly in each other’s eyes for a few seconds, the orc having brushed her hands off his blade with ease.

“Go…!? Go…?” she stopped.

“Go where, you green piece of shit?” she yelled at him – despair oozing from her voice.

“I’ll be slaughtered like a pig as soon as I leave this building. Don’t you dare insult me with such offers of false hope.” She blurted out and charged with her fist at the statue of muscle and bone that stood in front of her.
Her body was well toned and able to fight, but not against an unnatural abomination like Nazgoth, so her punches and kicks barely made an impression on him. Nazgoth stood silent for a few minutes and watched with interest as the beautiful creature in front of him tried her best to hurt him. The perks of being a reanimated corpse enhanced by necromantic sorcery was that he barely felt any pain, even when his balls were kicked.

“Before you… stands a choice.” Nazgoth spoke thunderously, pulling her out of the battle trance she was in.

“You either DIE like a vermin here – run through the sword like a pig.” he said and paused, staring into her soul.

“Or you become my thrall, serving me in battle until your last day – your will bent to mine.”

“I’ll die either way, so what does it matter?” she asked bitterly.

“Death is a gift. It only matters if one accepts it or not. When the Lich King gave it to me, I jumped at the chance to live again, to feel what it’s like to taste the blood of my enemies once more, to roam the battlefield in search of worthy opponents and bathe in their blood. To maim, feast and delight in the agony of those who are weak, like the whore’s I’ve just killed. To …” Nazgoth pauses for a moment.

“You don’t want to become just another carcass, a meal for a gargoyle or a bunch of body parts sewn into an abomination. You wish to fight – your eyes are burning with vengeance. Come, embrace your fate and you will be reborn, free from the weakness of just mere flesh.” Nazgoth said, stretching his arm ahead, towards her.

“Will I ever be free, then?” she asked, hesitating.

“Only fate knows what you’ll earn. Your will will only ever be yours again if it is stronger than mine.” The stern orc replied.

Time seemed to stand still for more than the two could appreciate, as she weighed her choices.

“So be it.” replied the naked redhead, treading ahead towards her fate.

Nazgoth put his arms around her chest, feeling her perfect tits. He then slowly moved upwards, clutching her slender neck. He ceremoniously lifted her up by it, applying pressure.

“I now give you the gift of death.” He said, strangling her forcefully, but not with all his might.

She tried to unbind herself, her legs and body twitched as she fought, but in few short moments, she passed out. As soon as she closed her eyes, Nazgoth started channeling and imbuing her with his own power and will. Her fair skin darkened and corroded slightly as necromantic energies engulfed her.

With the process finished, Nazgoth let go of the redhead’s body and she plummeted to the ground. Her eyes cracked open, cold death seeping out. She looked disoriented, as if she didn’t know how she got there. The new undead body felt weird, yet very powerful – she could sense everything around her: the pressure of the air, a faint taste of blood in her mouth, the smell of decay oozing out the big green creature in front of her. After a few seconds of awe she tried to mindlessly attack the creature in front of him, only to find that her body froze mid swing.

‘Aymara – STOP!’ the orc’s voice thundered inside her mind.

‘Your body and will are mine. You will obey my commands.’ The voice inside her head continued, cutting any thought she might have had.

‘Good. Now follow me down. Your first feast awaits.’

They didn’t need to even leave the room to hear the distressed screams of some young woman.

“Let me go! Someone! Heeelp! Let me go you wretched beast! HEEEEEEEEEEEELP! Aaargh, stop biting me!”

‘Come on, we can’t let her wait forever, can we?’ Aymara heard inside her head.

As they went down the stairs, they were met with a struggling young blonde, who had most of her clothes torn off. She was held embraced by Nazgoth’s ghoul, who was munching at her shoulder – obeying its orders as best as it could.

“M…Maria? Is that you? “ the captive woman asked towards Aymara.

“Hahahahaha. Maria was her name? She’s gone now. This is your executioner, cunt.” The cruel orc laughed and commanded Aymara to kill the ghoul’s prey, while he got his equipment back on.

Aymara strode gleefully ahead, encompassed by the orc’s will and bereft of her humanity, clutching a dagger in her right hand.

“Nooo. Come on, snap out of it Maria, this isn’t you…this-“ she was cut off as Aymara slashed at her throat with a vile move – blood spraying across Aymara’s naked body – baptizing her.

She watched the helpless woman struggle and cling to life – managing to free a hand and put it over her cut throat. It seemed that she tried to call out again and beg for life once more, but she could only gurgle in her own red liquid. Aymara suddenly felt free from Nazgoth’s will. She was now like a wolf cub, with a dying animal in front of it. She reached ahead and put her hand across the blonde’s forehead, calmly sweeping at her hair. Aymara began playing with the knife and the blonde’s body. She teased her shivering right nipple with the tip of the blade – then pressed it inside, slowly parting her flesh. She slashed viciously to the side, parting her prey’s tit apart. Aymara then started slashing at the blonde woman’s toned belly, leaving deep red flowing cuts. As the blonde continued to sob in pain, her body ravaged by the knife, Aymara slowly peeled down her undergarments to reveal her breeding instrument. Aymara sunk the dagger deep into the blonde’s cunt. She did it again and again, unleashing a flurry of strikes that tore her sex to pieces. The orc’s thrall was enjoying the bloodbath unelashed by the cold steel that defiled her once friend’s womb. Aymara only relented when the blonde stopped moving, which happened a few brief moments after she stopped crying and struggling. Her prey was dead now, slumped back in the ghoul’s arms. The freshly baptized death knight thrall walked away from the corpse and let the ghoul begin to gorge on the dead whore.

“Hahahaha. I knew you had it in you!” laughed Nazgoth, congratulating his apprentice.

“It is time for us to go now, Aymara. We have a meeting with fate… The High Whore Abbendis is due for a culling.”