(These guys are mostly Warcraft-derived, but can definitely be tweaked to a more original setting. The "warband" is a motley assortment of elven rogues and/or orcish warriors all trying their luck, Black Company style, to make ends meet across a savage world with their blades, cunning, and generous PTO policy errr, guts. Their reputation as a fighting force is only outstripped by their reputation for a wolfish hunger for women. The prompts below are all some variation of Gangbang when you get down to it, but if you're in the mood for something one-on-one, let's say their vicious elven captain, Thaldrin of Silvermoon, or the Bladefist himself are options too.)
Spoils of War
You've been captured in battle or after a raid or a conquest and thrown to the warband as their personal entertainment. Maybe you're brought out in full Bedlah Babe attire and made to dance to whet their appetites, or you're forced to strip in front of them, but by the night's end, you've been thrown to the rogues. Princess, warrior, magnate, mercenary, common serving girl - whatever you were before, it doesn't matter to the warband: they're blooded from battle, drunk on wine and victory, and want to enjoy turning you into their personal camp slut.
Sex Pollen
Really another spin on the above, but with a bit of dubcon/fantasy antics. Maybe these are your mercs, or you've been tagging along as a sellsword, an adventurer, or a servant, but regardless, in the course of a job or a quest, everyone takes the wrong turn in the wrong forest, gets dosed with industry-strength aphrodisiacs, and as one of the only females in the group, you're about to get a lot of rough, indulgent attention. They take you out to Ye Olde McD's the next morning where everyone tries to ignore the massive hangovers.
A Roguish Initiation
In this scenario, you're the newest recruit to the warband, but not all of them are convinced you can hack it in this mercenary lifestyle. To prove you can handle The Life, you've been asked to prove you can handle them, and your body is the trial. You can probably do without their respect - but if you can last from dusk to dawn in the barracks without losing yourself to their lustful kisses, rough hands, and hard cocks thrusting in your every hole, you'll at least never have to worry about these jerks shorting you on your cut of the loot.
Rogues/Warband | Warcraft or OCs | mmm/f
generous PTO policyerrr, guts. Their reputation as a fighting force is only outstripped by their reputation for a wolfish hunger for women. The prompts below are all some variation of Gangbang when you get down to it, but if you're in the mood for something one-on-one, let's say their vicious elven captain, Thaldrin of Silvermoon, or the Bladefist himself are options too.)Spoils of War
Sex Pollen
A Roguish Initiation