It was still early when they finally arrived, bathed in pre-dawn light before the sun truly rose overhead. Silence reigned, inert and oppressive. There were no birds, no chirping insects, not even the soft, melancholic howling of wind. The inside of the carriage was as a coffin for two, but the Dark Lady was oblivious to the eeriness surrounding her, and an odd sense of elation warmed her. Beside her, Nick sat, similarly oblivious.
"Wake up." She nudged him with her elbow and received a growl in response.
"Are we there yet or are you just trying to annoy me again?" he asked.
Sylvanas ignored him and opened the door, stepping out into a world of silence and cool, still air. Her head, cloaked in blonde hair and a hood, turned as she surveyed the area. There wasn't a creature in sight—undead or otherwise—only blackened soil, sparse patches of grass wet with the morning dew, and gnarly trees that twisted and bent as if in macabre reverence to the devastation that had befallen the land decades prior.
Home, for her. Or at least it used to be.
The stone path leading up to Windrunner Spire was dull and dirty, an observation that could similarly be used to describe the rest of the Windrunner home. But outside of its dilapidated appearance that seemed at its cause rooted in a miasma of preternatural makings, there was little about it that had truly changed since the Scourge's invasion of Quel'thalas.
Situated upon a tall promontory, various buildings jutted out from the cliffside in impossible fashion typical of Sin'dorei architecture, while the home's namesake loomed high in the sky against a backdrop of distant storm clouds and a cold, dead sky. The three towers at the apex of the spire glowed with magical power, fainter after all these years left unattended, yet still humming with energy that pulsed through the settlement as if through veins, reverberating through the air. Beneath their trio of peaks, a statue of Sylvanas remained, dusty in its years of solitary confinement. The fountain outside stood as it had always stood, grimier now, but nevertheless churning out water.
Ultimately, Windrunner Spire elicited an aura of near palpable sorrow, a somber and subdued shadow of its former self that reminded observers of what had been, and what was now. For most, it was something to be forgotten, something to be sparingly glanced at and then hurriedly left behind.
Not so for the Dark Lady.
Sylvanas began to move up the sloping hill that led up to her familial home, boots clicking against stone. Nick fell in beside her, sparing a glance back at the carriage and its driver, now mysteriously absent.
"Now that we're here, are you going to tell me why we're here?"
"I will tell you once we're inside."
His eyes drifted down to her chest as she walked. She was tall even for an elf, but he towered over her in worgen form and got a good look at her tits as they jiggled with each step she took, too large and healthy to be properly contained within her breastplate. "Fine," he said. "I'm looking forward to it."
***
He had been, too. He'd been curious about their destination since the beginning of their little expedition, but the only thing greater than his curiosity was his desire.
"You couldn't wait five minutes?"
Shaking his head, Nick kept his eyes on her bouncing breasts as he took her on top of a table in an area once used as a sitting room for guests. Her breastplate and trousers had been tossed haphazardly onto a nearby sofa in his hurry to mount her, and although she'd been incensed, she had reluctantly agreed after he'd released his titanic erection from the stuffy confines of his pants.
Now she glared up at him, molten fire in her eyes but exultant moans on her lips. Her arms were thrust out at either side of her so that she could grasp the edges of the table, hanging on with a viselike death grip. Her legs formed a wide V against his shoulders, and he held onto them tightly while he graced her trembling pussy with long, smooth strokes.
They must have fucked about a dozen times over the course of their journey, but one look at Sylvanas' sinful body and his arousal began to simmer and gradually boil over. Those big bouncing tits of hers were fantastic enough, but they were just one of many luscious assets she carried. A trim elven waist blossomed outwards into wide, meaty hips which in turn led to a pair of thick and powerful thighs. Muscle highlighted her athletic frame, accentuated her womanly curves, the gentle rolling hills of her abs as he distended them each time he impaled her on his fat cock.
"Disobedient mutt," she breathed. But her eyes were closed now and her voice unsteady. The more dick he beat into her the more she moaned, and it didn't take very long at all until Sylvanas shook with an orgasm, barking a Thalassian curse and arching her back up off the table as her body convulsed in a fit of blissful tremors.
Nick slowed but didn't stop the pumping of his furry hips. Briefly, as she came, he watched her gorgeous face contort in an erotic display of pleasure, but then he returned to gazing at her tits, entranced and enthralled by what normally lay hidden beneath her armor. Her nipples, prominently erect, were a berry purple, standing in lovely contrast to the beautiful blue skin of her breasts. They danced to the rhythm of his thrusts, bouncing in oblong patterns atop her chest. He liked the way they moved, the way they sprung forward and recoiled. Without warning or thought he slammed forward and dealt unto her a brief series of strokes that made her purr an appreciative Mmm that tapered off into a whining moan. Her tight elven cunt clenched up around his cock, but her deliciously fat tits flailed in blurring fashion, wild and unpredictable in their trajectory across her chest.
Faster. Faster.
Faster still, until her wicked red eyes widened and she took to grunting like an animal. Her arms reached back above her head to grip at the table edge, and somehow this made the view even better, even more tantalizing. Her massive mammaries jolted forward as if in a straight line now, the kinetic energy of his powerful thrusts causing them to nearly smack against her chin.
He kept this up for some time, refusing to let up and give her any sort of reprieve, pumping the Banshee Queen with feral strokes and brutal efficiency. Wetness accumulated atop the table from their combined juices leaking down between her legs. Sweat cast her body in an erotic sheen, and her silver-blonde hair fanned out messily across the table. There was no silence now, only the profane and downright depraved carnality of their affair disturbing the morning tranquility of a desolate land and abandoned household. Fur and muscle and cock struck against her at a downward angle, pounding her out like a hammer on nail. She came frequently, and each time she writhed, moaning in a husky spectral voice that only enticed him to keep going, to slam her quivering pussy until he couldn't take it anymore.
Back and forth at breakneck speed, he withdrew and drove forward again and again, using his thick canine prick to turn her brain into mush and stretch her pussy out as he saw fit.
The Dark Lady was an object of fantasy and, to some, worship. Terrifyingly beautiful and terrifyingly powerful in equal measure, the thrill he derived from fucking her senseless and turning her into a cocksleeve could not be overstated. Normally tall and imposing with an aura of deadliness, Sylvanas now appeared almost tiny beneath him, splayed atop the table with the lovely, uniquely elven lines of her angular face contorted in savage fashion. Strained grunts mixed with moans as she coasted along towards another climax, teeth bared, eyes unseeing, body thrashing atop the table in an effort to resist her impending orgasm. He fucked her like an animal and she reciprocated in kind, wild and sex crazed, a stubborn slut addicted to worgen cock and having her holes fucked, knotted, and pumped full of hot viscous seed.
"Yes! Yes! Yess!" she babbled in her native tongue, her voice a delirious snarl. Then she laughed as if deranged and whined out a moan, head upturned so she could watch his massive cock laying into her pussy, its massive, pulsating length glistening a stark crimson against the blue of her skin.
Nick's eyes flicked up to the slender curve of her neck, the pronounced cords, the small dip between her collar bones, and found a new target. Letting go of one of her legs, he reached forward and seized her by the throat, squeezing just right.
She moaned immediately, her pussy contracting around his plundering tool.
"That's it," she croaked. "Give it to me. Fucking knot me you beast."
Without sacrificing speed, he increased the strength of his thrusts, pummeling her pussy and making the sturdy table rock on its legs. Each stroke forced what sounded like a painful grunt out of her, yet there was no doubt as to her enjoyment of the savage dicking she was receiving, the delectable humiliation that came from being used and laid low by a drooling, howling wolfman. Sylvanas enjoyed dominating and being dominated in turn. She enjoyed rough sex, violent sex, the kind of sex that left even her resilient body sore, and it didn't get much better than being manhandled by an enormous worgen, his claws prickling her throat while his cock destroyed her pussy.
"More!" she demanded, her voice strained yet echoing with power.
A dark, sinewy vapor began to build up around her naked body, sticking to the table like morning fog. Offshoots of tendril-like appendages branched outwards, seeking new ground, trailing down the legs of the table and pooling upon the floor in a puddle of stygian smoke. It billowed up about them as if curious, and the more he pounded her the more of it arose from her.
"More!" she repeated.
Emboldened by both her cries and his own feral nature, he gave her everything he had, black fur bristling while his muscles flexed and his lips curled back in a wolfish snarl. Her pussy spasmed, milking his cock and reveling in its own destruction. And every time he slammed his body into hers, every time he plugged her slutty elven cunt full of worgen meat, his knot tapped against her, threatening entry. Threatening to give her exactly what she wanted.
Sylvanas huffed a continuous stream of gratuitous grunts that accompanied each stroke into her core and was only occasionally broken by an animalistic growl. The banshee within her had long since leaked out of her, if only partially, affecting not only the swirling mist about them but her skin as well, now a lavender similar in color to a night elf. Her arms flailed aimlessly about the table, sending smoke whirling before she again grasped at the edges of the table. A noise signaled the cracking of wood under her fingers. Searing red eyes stared up at him, glowing in hellish fashion, brighter than usual, illuminating her face from beneath her skin.
He moved his hand along her throat, gently, like the fond caress of a lover with concealed intent, and traced his clawed thumb up the underside of her chin. Her teeth were bared and firmly ground together in an effort to retain her sanity, but when he pressed his thumb against her she opened after a brief moment of hesitation, sliding his finger across her tongue and sealing it between her lips. She sucked on it greedily, ignoring fur and claw. The rest of his fingers wrapped around her head, holding it like a pebble in his much larger hand and keeping her firmly in place as he carried out his primal obligation.
The tension within Sylvanas was as tight and unstable as she was. It boiled, it strained, it ached, and when Nick's final stroke buried the entirety of his magnificent red rocket inside of her, knot and all, she shattered. An explosion went off inside of her like a cartful of goblin dynamite, compounded by her leaking banshee powers that desperately sought release. Her pussy quaked and quivered around both manhood and knot inside her. She wanted nothing more than to scream, to shout her release with all the magical force she could muster, but with his thumb in her mouth it was impossible to do so without injuring him.
But she didn't want to let go either. Some part of her felt an irresistible compulsion to keep sucking on his thumb despite the storm of power and pleasure roaring inside of her, threatening release in the form of a decimating banshee scream. She kicked her legs against his shoulders, body taut and tense as a bowstring, breasts swaying erratically. Inside, she focused, doing everything she could to contain herself as she had never quite done before, but the torrent of her climax and the rush of dark power within her crackled and crashed
Nick had little idea of her predicament at first. He was too busy consummating his conquest, depositing a hot sticky load in her royal womb while the bulb of his knot expanded to an absurd degree. The way her pussy rippled and milked his tool made him hum appreciatively, and it was only then, when he was finished creaming her insides and ballooning her stomach outwards, that he realized her groans had stopped and her legs had ceased kicking.
No longer caught up in the fog of his own lust, he soon realized what had happened and swiftly removed his thumb from her mouth. The dark mist that had surrounded them while he was working her over was gone now, her facial features normal, her skin blue again. She always screamed when forcibly dragged into her banshee form during sex, and so the cause of her unconsciousness was as blatantly obvious as the knot lodged inside of her. Between the worgen dick stretching out her pussy and the sudden need to control her banshee scream, Sylvanas had passed out.
Well this is new, he thought, grinding his hips against her and tugging on her pussy with his knot. Silver hair stuck to her forehead, while her eyes remained open yet unseeing.
Turning her head from side to side, he inspected Sylvanas for a moment then used the opportunity to take one of her long elven eyebrows between two fingers and tweak it. For some reason elven ears and brows had always interested him.
Curiosity sated, his attention soon returned to her breasts, glowing with sweat and lying helplessly atop her chest like a pair of big blue melons perfectly suited for occupying his time and hands until she woke up.
One, perhaps two minutes of kneading her tits passed before she came to.
She said nothing upon waking, and he had the sense that somehow she was embarrassed by what had occurred. Combing her hair with her fingers, she then used that same hand to procure a swirling, undulating mass of purple energy that she quickly snuffed out, leaving behind a puff of black mist that dissipated into nothingness.
"Everything in order?" he asked.
She responded with a vague noise of acknowledgement, and they didn't speak again until his knot had shrunken enough for him to withdraw from her, letting loose a deluge of jizz that pooled upon the table.
"Now that you're finished," she said, placing her feet against his chest and pushing him away, "I have things to discuss with you," Sitting up, her breasts hung tantalizingly in accordance with their hefty weight. "Come with me."
Sylvanas didn't so much as step off the table as flew off of it, swooping through the house and up a set of spiraling marble stairs in ghostly fashion.
Not so much interested in talking to her as he was with fucking her brains out again, Nick followed her upstairs in a rush of motion, bounding through a doorway, knocking over side tables and furniture before hitting a set of winding stairs on all fours, leaping three steps at a time until he caught up to her in the bedroom.
She was leaving her banshee form as he entered the room, the swirling purple-black mist coalescing into her full and very shapely figure. Jumping across the room, he tackled her atop the bed, forcing a surprised grunt from her. She twisted beneath him, but he shoved her head down into the sheets and gave her a crackling smack on the ass that reverberated throughout the room and made her big booty jiggle.
A frenzy of lust controlled him by this point, mad and impossible to contain. It spread to her like a vulgar, lustful contagion. Sylvanas snarled, wiggling her behind back against him, feeling his enormous girth sliding over her ass cheeks. Needing it like he needed her.
She wrestled half-heartedly against him for the sake of putting up a resistant front. He grinded her face further into the bed and then let go. She stayed like that, face down and ass up, hands clutching the sheets in front of her, impatient and very very willing. Keeping one possessive hand on her plump behind, he spread her cheeks apart and guided his cock into her, pressing the pointed tip of his manhood against her innocent little rosebud. A gentle touch, like a kiss almost. Her asshole was a soft purple, and almost delicate looking next to the enormity of his veined, hulking tool of vivid scarlet. When he applied pressure, it stood no chance of rejecting him.
The tapered tip of his canine cock speared into her with all the ease of a stampeding kodo through a wall made of paper. He stretched the tight ring of her sphincter, kept going and going, feeding her every inch until she'd run out of dick to take and was balls deep full of worgen meat.
The primal frenzy of his worgen curse surged through him, an instinctual drive that temporarily eclipsed his humanity. He spanked her again, took pleasure in the way her fat ass rippled on impact, the way she squirmed back against him like a needy whore. Leaning forward, he moved his hands to her little waist and began his assault on her bowels, withdrawing his gleaming red Banshee Slayer from her quivering asshole and then slamming back home, all the way to the hilt.
It didn't take long for her to voice her approval.
"Belesa menoor am'ovel!" she hissed into the sheets, fingers ripping and tearing at cloth. "Shindu fallah aranel. Anar'alah vendel'oohh, ffuck!" A brief intermission of deceptively slow strokes followed by a slap on the ass and an abrupt flurry of deep, hard thrusts interrupted her rambling. The bed creaked as it bounced beneath them, whilst she let loose an unrestrained string of exultant cries.
Sylvanas took it up the ass better than anyone and likely enjoyed it more than anyone, but a weakness to anal was something no one would have predicted of her. He knew better though. The Dark Lady was a butt-slut. Combine that with a worgen humping her like a breeding bitch and making her ass clap and she didn't stand a chance.
His hands hooked around her, holding her frantic, cock-addicted form in place while he leaned forward and battered his pelvis against her thick behind. Wicked strokes claimed, pumped, and demolished her asshole, hollowing her out and stretching the quivering ring of her sphincter around his enormous girth. It hugged him, squeezed him, and he rewarded it with the violent thrusts of a monster on a mission.
A mission to knot the Banshee Queen's glorious booty and make her scream good and hard in the process.
He hammered her with bed-breaking speed and power for the first five minutes of her anal pounding, but then he slowed, leaned back, and savored the feeling of her hot body on his cock.
Dawn peeked into the bedroom, a silent voyeur, brushing past the window curtains and illuminating their silken edges in an orange glow. Light creeped over them atop the bed like long golden fingers, but the majority of the spacious room remained shrouded in shadows. Fitted to the wall were a number of old-looking paintings, the regal individuals within their frames covered in a layer of murky dust. Surprisingly, the air was crisp and pleasant within Windrunner Spire, and inside the house it was almost peaceful albeit for the incessant thwap thwap thwap of Sylvanas' ass impacting against his pelvis echoing loudly throughout the house.
Nick rode Sylvanas' ass with casual ease, taking his time and drawing it out, savoring the moment, his hips delivering smooth and leisurely strokes that earned him a plentitude of low, spectral moans, each of which sounded as sweet as honey to his ears.
As he fucked her he kept his hands firmly planted on her hips, admiring the way her body seemed perfectly crafted for his enjoyment. It wasn't of course, but he thanked whatever gods were out there for putting him—and her—in this position. Going balls-deep in the Banshee Queen's backside was a dream come true. Nothing else compared. She gave it as good as she got it, like an unbreakable fucktoy beneath him, the muscles of her back severely pronounced as they strained, her big tits visible from the back while they swayed to the beat of his thrusts. In-between her bubbly ass cheeks, her little hole gaped provocatively, reshaped by the colossal slab of pulsating red cock sliding in and out of it.
Her asshole ate him up like it couldn't get enough, quivering in anticipation for the next stroke. Deep, steady, he gave her next after next after next, slowly losing his patience while she purred into the blankets. Day-old claw marks drew his attention to her ass cheeks. Plump, blue, and undergirded by muscle, Sylvanas' ass frequently suffered his animalistic abuse. Today was no different. Taking a good handful of one of her round cheeks, he squeezed it, hard, and added a few more fresh claw marks to it.
Maybe it was the tiny beads of blood, or the fact that she hadn't screamed in a hot minute, but he'd had just about enough of slow and steady. His blood began to boil with power laced with lust, and he knew just the banshee to take it out on.
Positioning himself on top of her like an oversized dog atop an undersized slut, he began a devastatingly ferocious cadence of thrusts, beating her ass and jam-packing it full of rock-hard cock. Long, thick, and more than enough for a degenerate queen drunk on dick.
Her moans picked up immediately. He grabbed her roughly by the hair and yanked, pulling on her long ghostly tresses and hoisting her head up off the bed. The muscles in her back strained and undulated as her spine curved and bowed. A shot of pain spiked through her, the heavy weight of his enormous body pressing down on her; her ass shook with the brutality of his thrusts, but she nevertheless opened her mouth in a rapturous scream, agonizingly sweet.
Nick humped her like a furry lightning bolt, wickedly fast and exceptionally powerful, crouched over her with the intention of doing as much damage as possible. A mass of dark fur in a dark room over a Dark Lady who groaned and huffed and took great pleasure in the way her ass was being pounded. He stuffed, packed, and crammed her big booty full of cock. Fucked it, owned it, dominated it, beat it into submission and made her cum over and over again, her juices drooling messily onto the sheets. His strokes were short but deep, giving her everything he had, every mind-jarringly thick inch.
No more words left her lips now, Thalassian or otherwise, only erotic moans and thoroughly pleased outbursts that flowed inharmoniously into one another. He kept a tight grip on her hair, tugging on the makeshift ponytail so that her long ears were right next to his long muzzle. Growls thundered in her ears, vicious, desperate, and his hot breath feathered over her skin.
"Gonna knot you," he rumbled, nuzzling against her and licking her ear, feeling her body tremble beneath him.
She responded with a needy groan and a wiggle of her hips. His manhood plowed into her with more focus and purpose than before, his knot tapping, knocking, and unsuccessfully seeking entry into her hole. It wasn't always easy, but primal determination drove him, and only a short few seconds later he took the entire plunge, pushing through and sinking both cock and knot inside of her ass.
A throaty cry ripped itself from her, eclipsed only by the clear, wolfish howl of a man enjoying the fruits of his labor. His cock was buried so far inside of her it felt like it had lodged itself in her throat, a massive, pulsing beast spewing ejaculate, filling her ass with a small ocean of baby batter while his knot swelled to the size of a large apple, stretching her to the utmost limit.
Sylvanas kept trembling, her lush body rocked by blissful paroxysms that shook her to the core. He let go of her hair and she dipped her head low, purring lustfully, grinding her big ass back into him while he simultaneously grinded his pelvis into her. Relishing their heinous coupling.
The amount of jizz he shot into her equaled if not exceeded his previous load, leaving her double-stuffed with an abundance of hot, sticky worgen seed that bubbled and churned inside both of her well-fucked holes.
Spent, they collapsed onto the bed, his huge body covering hers like a hairy blanket. They were bound together now, and stuck as she was, Sylvanas made no effort to climb out from under him. Gradually, he fell asleep, lulled by the snug warmth of her ass wrapped around his cock.
***
When he awoke from his nap Sylvanas was absent from both bed and home. Stretching, he got out of bed, freshened up, threw on his pants and then padded downstairs. The provisions that had been in the carriage were on the dining table now, and, feeling ravenous after expending so much energy, he eagerly helped himself to a tasty hunk of cheese and cured meat. After eating, he explored Windrunner Spire inside and out, going from room to room and ending up on a platform outside the front of the home that extended over the cliffside. Once you stepped onto it, there was nothing beneath you other than a thin layer of stone and an ocean of water a few hundred feet below. A place to eat or read for fancy elves, or so he figured.
It was here he sat when Sylvanas returned, trailing smoke and landing gracefully on her feet. She wore simple armor typical of a ranger rather than a Ranger-General, all leather with a fur cloak. Designed purely for functionality over aesthetics, it looked old and worn yet appeared fully functional.
"What were you doing?" he asked.
"Hunting," she replied, tossing a small satchel onto the table and taking a seat across from him.
"Find any targets?"
"Too many." She waved a dismissive hand. "Not near us, though. About two miles away."
"Maybe your screams scared them all off."
She shook her head. "The majority of Scourge are mindless. They don't care how loudly I scream." Kicking her legs up on the table, she leaned back and gestured with her chin towards the satchel. "Open it."
He took it and grinned. "Gold?"
Sylvanas scoffed. "I pay you plenty as is."
"True enough," he said, casting his gaze over her long legs then popping open the pouch. There was a necklace inside, silver and covered in bone-white stones. He held it up and looked at her curiously. "Another communication device?"
"Correct, but this one is different." Sylvanas pointed a slender finger at the center stone within the necklace. A rune of smooth, serpentine curves glowed bright blue upon its surface. "That little stone will allow you to teleport to me over any distance."
"Ah, an upgrade." He removed the old necklace and put on the new one. "You planning on sending me away?"
She didn't answer, but he didn't care. He was standing up now, stepping towards her with obvious intent.
"I still have things to discuss with you."
"Fine." His pants dropped and his cock sprung free. It was neither fully hard nor fully extended from its sheath, but it thrummed with masculine virility. A spearhead for a tip and a club for a shaft, it burned a vivid red and pulsed with veins under a veneer of natural lubrication.
Sylvanas turned up her nose and looked at it for a moment, gazing into the eye of the beast. "You are insatiable."
He shrugged.
Slowly, she took her legs off the table and sat up straight before leaning forward and wrapping her pretty lips around it.
At first she only suckled on the tip, tonguing at his slit and caressing him between her lips. But then she delved deeper, swallowing him up greedily, easily, like it was only natural for her to throat such an enormous beast. She went all the way, her mouth gobbling up every inch until her magic trick was complete and the entirety of his monstrous prick had disappeared down her throat.
Pleased, Nick let loose a satisfied sigh and used one of his claws to flip her hood off her head, revealing a cascade of blonde hair. She stared up at him as he did this, and continued to stare even as she massaged him between her lips, bobbing her head slowly, lackadaisically, savoring his manhood with lewd, wet slurps. The taste of him on her tongue energized her, made her hungry though she need not eat, compelled her to moan like a wanton slut as she greedily devoured him, taking her time and enjoying every second of worgen dick sliding down her gullet.
Not an inch escaped her. She gulped down the entirety of his tool like it was nothing, with long bobs of the head that covered the immense length of his manhood, while her mouth stretched to abnormal levels to accommodate his girth. Plump purple lips on red hot cock, leaving a dripping, dribbling, rainfall of drool as she glided over him.
Without blinking or stopping, Sylvanas lazily sucked him off for nearly fifteen minutes before his growing desire prompted him to pull away from her.
"Your turn," he said, tapping his manhood on her forehead.
Helping the Dark Lady to her feet, he watched impatiently as she stripped. She was quick about it, but his libido didn't like to wait.
Once she stood naked in front of him, the light of the sun highlighting her womanly curves, he picked her up, set her on the table, and spread her legs. A little tuft of white hair decorated her mound, and her sex drooled with anticipation. Kneeling, he seized her beneath the knees and held her legs apart as he brought his snout to her, breathing a tantalizing gust of hot air that made her squirm.
Utilizing his long tongue, he lapped at her folds like a dog on water, licking her bare pussy, spreading her, tasting her wetness. Not with little flicks, but with firm contact against her, rubbing the flat of his tongue over every fold, hollow, and crevice. He found her clit, made her gasp and moan as he treated her sensitive nub with sweet, sensual licks that caused her pussy to flutter and ache.
Standing up, he pulled her closer to the table's edge. Sylvanas lay ready and waiting atop the table, legs spread and pussy on display, drooling honey in anticipation of what he intended to do to her. Her face was expressionless, but her eyes were hungry.
Above her delicate sex his manhood dangled ominously, looking altogether too big compared to her little hole. It hung erect like a savage effigy, a pinkish red beast with a thick torso tapering into a thinner head. Inhumanely shaped, inhumanely proficient. Exactly what a sex crazed banshee needed.
Gripping his tool, he slapped it against her pussy, enjoying the slick spattering of wetness that the impact created. For half a minute or so he teased her like this for his own selfish amusement, spanking her needy pussy with his cock, prodding her clit with his sharp tip, sliding it between her folds. Then, after she'd grown agitated and his own patience waned, he lined himself up and prepared to enter her.
In one slow, smooth stroke, he impaled her on his shaft, his hips bearing down against her until they were flush with her body and he was once again balls-deep inside the Dark Lady's needy cunt. Hot. Tight. Heavenly. She purred sweetly, he hummed from deep in his chest, his voice coming out more like a wolfish growl.
Wasting no time, he withdrew for a fraction of a split second before slamming back in, all the way, knocking a surprised oomph from her lips and continuing to rail into her with frantic thrusts that jarred her to the core and quickly had her writhing on the tabletop.
This was the second time today she'd been in this position, on her back atop a table while a huge worgen pounded the hell out of her, stretching her with his fat fucking cock, bouncing her big tits, knocking the wits out of her head with every devastating stroke. In and out, the dirty, slippery friction of their bodies setting her off, making a scream lodge in her throat. He fucked it out of her, deep-dicked her greedy pussy until she squirted and screeched, a summation of her pleasure released for all the world to see and hear.
Mad with lust, he panted and unintentionally drooled saliva onto her, his long tongue dangling at the side of his mouth. Beneath him, Sylvanas' superbly womanly body twitched, her half-lidded eyes bidding him to ruin her. He retracted his length from her and spanked it against her pussy, then penetrated her again, sliding the arrow-like head of his cock through her juicy folds and filling her back up.
His hips bucked into her, quick and precise, powerful muscles rolling beneath black fur as he hammered her into the table. Her legs raised up and hugged his sides, giving him unrestricted access. He took it, pounding grunts and groans and curses out of her. The Banshee Queen had near limitless stamina, but for all her boast and bluster a simple mating press and a pussy full of worgen dick turned her into a common whore wailing for more.
His bitch-breaking spearhead kissed her cervix with a blinding flurry of thrusts.
She screamed.
***
"You still want to go up there?" Tak asked.
Tak Rockhorn made trees look small. Compared to her petite elven frame he was absolutely huge, a tawny-furred tauren bespeckled with white and black spots all over, as well as a number of scars across his body that made him seem even more savage than his looks would otherwise suggest. But despite his intimidating appearance, he'd been easy to get along with. At least, so far. She'd met him back at Tranquillien and joined up with him to earn some money undertaking various tasks. The reward would be greater if she went it alone, but she preferred to substitute less money for more safety.
Now, the two of them were hiding behind large boulders beset on both sides by tall weeds and dead trees, trying their best to remain unseen.
"Huh?" Sophia pried her eyes away from the copulating couple a few dozen yards in front of them and looked at her companion. "Oh! No, of course not. They may not be friendly."
Tak snorted and she blushed.
"You know what I mean. The way they're going at it… they're like a couple of animals!"
"I take it you don't like it rough."
"Light, no. I prefer slow and sensual. It's more special that way."
"Sure."
"It really is!"
"Sure, sometimes. But not always."
A scream interrupted them. She winced, while Tak hurriedly turned his attention back to the strangers going at it like lunatics, his tail whipping from side to side. "That lucky dog's giving it to her good," he said.
"Lucky? You can't even tell what she looks like under all of that fur on top of her."
"She's got long legs, long ears, and blonde hair." He craned his head around a branch to get a better look. "An elf, and all elfs are attractive."
"I guess." Sophia cocked her head. "You know, she kind of looks like Sylvanas. She's got blue skin."
"Probably one of her rangers."
"You think she needs help?"
He looked at her like she was an idiot. "Listen to her, does it sound like she needs help?"
Sophia blushed again, her ears drooping slightly. "Why don't we get out of here?"
"Why? They don't seem to care if..." His nostrils flared, and amusement flickered on his bovine face. "What's wrong? Getting hot and bothered?"
"You have a dirty mind, Tak Rockhorn."
"Maybe, but so do you." He tapped his nose and grinned. "I know, because I can smell your arousal."
Her glowing eyes widened like a pair of purple lanterns. "W-what? Mine? No. No, I think you're smelling yourself," she babbled, shrinking away from him as he boxed her in against the rock. "Don't make me polymorph you. It has potential side effects you know!"
The sole advantage she had on him—or most anyone else—was magic. Half his size and far less muscular, the only thing big about Sophia were her breasts, otherwise she was little for an elf and small next to any race other than gnomes, goblins and dwarves. A tiny bundle of sexual desire proficient in magic and turning heads. Even in a stuffy robe her chest bulged, and her pale, freckled face exemplified elven beauty.
She raised a hand that glowed with arcane energy, but he took it gently and raised it above her head, pinning it against stone. Bending down, her pulse kicked as his muzzle made contact with her neck. She gasped when his tongue issued forth, breathing hot fire into her skin, and when he palmed her breast she moaned.
Heat blossomed in her belly, in her loins, urging her on. Reluctantly, she wiggled out of his grasp before things got out of control.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"I don't have a habit of sleeping with men I've only known for a few days," she said, putting on a defiant pout. "Or tauren, for that matter."
"Good time to start."
Tak had his belt off already, and she only got a brief glimpse of the bulge in his pants before his trousers were on the floor and his manhood dangled like fishing bait in front of her.
"Light," she breathed. "That'd kill me."
He grinned. "Your hunter friend back at Tranquillien took it just fine."
"What? You mean Belonis?" No wonder the two of them had taken so long hunting for food!
Tak used her surprise to take her in his arms again, one hand on her shoulder and the other slipping under her robe to squeeze her ass. His tongue returned to her neck, working its magic, making her pussy ache. She didn't resist this time, and when she released a sexy little moan he gently pushed down on her shoulders. Willingly, she lowered herself to her knees.
His member hung menacingly, an oddly shaped behemoth with a flared head and a varicolored black-and-white pigmentation. Sophia eyed it with uncertainty, contemplating whether or not she should really suck off such a monster. The tug between her legs decided for her.
Slowly, she reached her hands up and grasped him at the base. He felt smooth and silky, pleasant to the touch, and hot fire seemed to rage under his skin. Now that she'd touched him, some of her apprehension melted away.
Shooting him a nervous glance, she darted out her tongue and touched it to the flared tip of his shaft, wiggling it into his slit.
Gradually, her nerves relaxed and she became more proficient at servicing his tool. Her hands jerked and twisted at his great girthy shaft, while her tongue agilely swept over his length, trailing saliva and happy purrs as she indulged herself in his flavor. Long licks of a small tongue over a large slab of cock, unskilled but determined and eager. She paid special attention to his cockhead, licking around it, planting tender kisses on its velvety surface, and eventually opening her mouth as wide as possible to engulf him between her lips.
Tak sighed and patted her on the head as she suckled on his tip, her slippery tongue exploring every inch of him, prodding at his urethra and slurping down any pre-cum it emitted. She was slow though, slower than her friend had been. Applying some pressure to the back of her head, Sophia took the hint and embarked on the arduous journey of swallowing his cock. Far be it from easy, she failed to get even halfway down his prick before encountering insurmountable resistance, sputtering and gagging and pulling back to gulp down air.
She kept at it though and did her best, accepting her limitations and establishing a smooth momentum that saw her head bobbing on his manhood without issue, sucking down a good quarter of his immense bovine length every time she lowered herself down onto him. Neither slow nor fast, her wintery white hair rustled in time with her movement, her ears wiggling and her lips clinging to the leathery skin of his cock and drawing him into her mouth, wet and hot and salivating for him. Her hands, so small in comparison to his size, massaged him where her mouth couldn't reach, jerking him off while she simultaneously throated him.
"You're pretty good at this," he said, rubbing at one of her pointy ears and making her moan.
She said nothing, but looked up at him with violet eyes blazing with lust. The more she indulged herself the more she got into it, and the more she got into it the more he got into it as well.
Taking hold of the back of her head, he exercised a modicum of force and established that he was in charge. Then he shoved forward, pushing a couple extra inches into her and lodging his cock down her slender throat.
Sophia's eyes bulged up at him, but she made no attempt to pull away or extract his meat from her mouth. He withdrew from her until only his bulky tip remained. Her tongue cradled it, and she couldn't help but gently suckle upon it before he pushed forward again, ramming his cock as far down her gullet as he could get without harming her.
A few strokes later and her eyes were watering, but she kneeled obediently in the grass as he used her, pistoning his hips and throat-fucking the sexy sin'dorei mage. He didn't give it to her too hard, didn't fit even half of his manhood into her mouth, but it was nevertheless overwhelming for her. A thick, slimy coating of saliva trickled down his shaft, flowing freely, and from the way he beat her throat full of cock a vulgar, strangely melodic tune played with every stroke.
Gluck gluck glurk gurk was all she said, and though tears traveled down her cheeks, she had a telling hand thrust between her legs, fingers petting at her clit.
Withdrawing his length from her mouth, he raised his cock up into the air and told her to suck on his balls. She did so only after recovering her breath, but when she pressed her face to his huge sack she did so like a woman possessed, sucking on them as if they were a fine delicacy. Lifting each enormous orb with her tongue, bathing his balls in her saliva, inhaling his scent whilst groaning in wanton abandonment of her normally reserved disposition.
Tak closed his eyes for a minute, enjoying the sensation of her mouth on his nuts, the smacking of her kisses, and the sharp popping of his balls exiting her mouth. It was excellent, but he soon wanted more.
He practically had to tear her away from him, and one last pop marked the end of her ball-sucking. Standing her up, he whirled her around and pushed her towards the stone. She stumbled but understood immediately, splaying her hands against the rock and spreading her legs. Her robe was in the way, so he lifted it up and bundled it at her waist, exposing the pale moons of her ass. Below her cheeks and between the cleft of her legs, her pussy awaited, covered by a delicate pair of white cloth panties stained dark with her arousal.
They didn't remain on her for very long. He forsook the task of peeling them off or nudging them aside in favor of ripping them clean off. She made a sound like a scared mouse, but when the wide tip of his cockhead prodded at her pretty pink pussy she grew silent, body taut with anticipation.
Puffing a billow of air through his nose, he mentally prepared himself for how to best go about ravaging his tiny elven companion. She would not be able to take him all, but he could tell by her scent and the way she squirmed that she wanted as much of him as she could get.
Towering over her like a giant beast about to squash her underfoot, his tail swaying excitedly and his great big hooves planted in the dirt for stability, he pushed into her.
When he penetrated her, the mouse transformed into a throaty tiger groaning wildly. Her petals parted and her pussy stretched provocatively around him, her entire body quivering.
"Thrall's balls, you're tight. You're not a virgin are you?" he asked.
It was a joke, but not far from the truth.
"N-no… but it has been a long time for me."
"How long?"
"About sixty years."
"Sixty years! You might as well be a virgin." He blinked as the answer to one question led him to another. "How old are you exactly?"
"102," she murmured, biting her lip to contain a moan. Light, but even the head stretched her as never before!
"Young for you, old for me." He grinned and jiggled one of her ass cheeks. "But still a fine piece of ass."
Slowly, deliberately, he stuffed her elven cunt to the brim, hands on her hips to keep her steady, wide nostrils flaring as pleasure rushed through him and made his cock twitch. It would be so easy to give her a few hard strokes and empty his balls into her, but he wanted to make this last. More specifically, he wanted to give her a lasting impression of him. Rather than a one and done, he'd prefer to keep her coming back for more.
"By the Sunwell," she groaned, dipping her head and then tossing her long hair back.
He hit the back of her pussy with leftover inches to spare. She'd taken most of him—the way she trembled and mewled was evidence enough of that—and now he retracted his heavy tool from her insides, fully intending to fuck her brains out, until she couldn't walk properly, until everyone back at town questioned whether or not she'd been injured while undertaking her quest.
A scream in the distance cut through the cool air. Both of them ignored it. They had better things to do now.
Looking down at where they were joined, he briefly admired the way her pussy stretched around him, but then his attention turned to her robe and annoyance took hold. The stiflingly plain robe she wore covered everything above her waist and blocked him from seeing the beautiful body he knew lay underneath. Reaching over, he tugged it down off her shoulders, and, eager to get on with the dicking she was about to receive, Sophia aided him by shrugging herself out of it.
Task accomplished. The robe hung at her waist, one side pulled up and the other pulled down, revealing her feminine back, her slender arms, the tantalizing nape crowned by hair white as freshly fallen snow. Her waist was small and flared into a healthy pair of hips. Sweat beaded her pale skin. He intended on making her sweat a whole lot more.
Leaning forward and digging his big bulky fingers into the meat of her hips, he slid back inside of her, giving her all the tauren dick her needy elven cunt could possibly take. She struggled to hold back a moan, failed, and by the next stroke they began to tumble freely from her lips, brimming with passion and searing hot desire for more. More cock. More devastating strokes into her core. Everything he could give, she wanted it.
"More! More! Light, yes! Right there!" She soon took to rambling and crying out, enunciating her pleasure for the entirety of the Ghostlands to hear, forgetting that they were supposed to be hiding.
Sophia didn't care and neither did he. So what if they were discovered? She was getting the pounding of a lifetime and he was just about balls-deep inside of a beautiful elf.
His balls swung dangerously as he pumped her tiny body, doing his best not to hurt her while also doing his best to ruin her. He spanked his handprints into her ass, making her bubble butt jiggle. Didn't like it rough? She loved it. Soon enough she was rambling in Thalassian, her unintelligible words broken by every lung-rattling thrust that knocked the air right out of her. A few minutes more and all she could do was squeal and sob, her pussy spasming as an orgasm bathed her in pleasure and shattered her fragile composure.
Sophia hadn't been expecting this sort of companionship or friendly bonding when she'd set out with him. In fact, she'd been a little intimidated over the idea of working with a tauren, but now, bent over and plugged full of dick, she could scarcely even breathe. Pleasure choked her, his touch electrified her—his fingers, his tongue, his massive bullcock plundering her pussy and making her squeal.
He licked up her spine and reached around to grope one of her heavy breasts, squeezing, feeling her supple flesh between his fingers as his hips worked his cock into her. He was always touching her, always feeling her body, his hips relentlessly driving her over the cusp again and again. Hot breath tickling her neck made her shiver, but the way he stuffed her pussy so perfectly caused her legs to shake violently. She was certain that if he let go of her she'd collapse, a gasping, cock-drunk mess upon the ground.
Tak's bullish huffs and grunts intensified, his thrusts became more frantic, and she realized with wide-eyed amazement that he was drawing close. Her fingers dug into the rock, her body strained from the weight battering against it, and her mouth opened in a cry as he gave her one final, tremendous thrust and erupted inside of her. Viscous, gooey baby batter drowned out her insides, spewing and spraying forth from his shaft, coating her walls and seeking her womb.
After the initial volley of virile seed had been pumped into her like she was nothing but a busty cumdump, he gradually began to thrust into her again. Slowly, still unloading the content of his balls inside her. Tak huffed as he rutted into her, wringing out all he could get from this particular romp. Her tight, overstuffed pussy squelched and dripped hearty globs of cum onto the grass, but he filled her back up with more spurts, more hot creamy spunk to search out her eggs.
Intolerable emptiness took hold of her when he withdrew his immense length from her pussy, leaving her hole a sticky, well-fucked mess trickling seed. Tiredness set in, and she was grateful when his hands reached for her.
Taking her into his arms, he turned her around and drew his tongue over her voluptuous chest, tasting her erect nipples, pink and sensitive, before pulling her into a kiss.
Sophia went along with it in a daze, pressing her warm body against his while he held her head and groped her ass. His tongue dominated hers, withdrew from her lips to lick her neck again, and then he guided her back onto her knees.
Fuck-mussed and dripping copious amounts of tauren cum, she latched onto his cock like an alcoholic on a bottle of whiskey, giving him quick bobs of the head that left his shaft sparkling clean and glistening with saliva.
"Was that special enough for you?" he asked, stroking her ear between thumb and forefinger.
Sophia nodded, purring as she suckled on the tip of his member and swallowed whatever cum he'd kept in reserve.
A few blissful minutes passed in which she sucked him off, but an ear-splitting scream at last jarred them to attention.
"Why don't we continue this back at the inn?" he asked.
She let his cock fall from her lips. "Y-yes… let's do that."
***
Nick's knot escaped her with an audible pop, the rest of his length following suit and allowing her once plugged up pussy to leak soupy seed onto the table.
"Want me to go find those two?" he asked, slapping his sticky cock against her sex and smearing cum against the thin tuft of silver hair decorating her mound.
Sylvanas sat up on her forearms and wiped her brow with the back of her hand. A single strand of blonde hair drooped over her cum-stained face. Her large breasts jiggled with every movement.
"Don't bother wasting your time," she said, hopping off the table and collecting her armor. "Meet me inside. We have things to discuss after I bathe."
She left him then without another word, trailing smoke up to the third floor of Windrunner Spire.
Shrugging, he got dressed and went inside, opting to take the ground floor entrance instead.
He lounged about until she returned, looking clean, damp, and beautiful in a red bathrobe. It had writing stitched into it that he couldn't read, but he had little doubt that it spelled out her name. She took a seat nearest him and crossed her naked legs.
"So," he said, "going to tell me why we're here now?"
Sylvanas nodded and looked up at a trio of paintings above the mantel as she spoke. Each depicted a sister, expertly painted and expensively framed. "For the past hundred years or so me and Alleria have held a little contest between the two of us." She waved a lazy hand. "Naturally, once Vereesa was born and of proper age we included her in the contest as well."
Nick waited for her to continue, but her attention seemed lost in the paintings.
"I swear, getting information from you is worse than pulling teeth from a shark," he said. "What is this contest?"
She smiled. "It's ridiculous and juvenile, but it is a matter of tradition now." She turned to him, and there was restrained excitement in her demeanor that hadn't been there mere moments prior. "You see, it's a simple matter of finding the best lover. Whoever brings the best man wins. As for a prize… Well, we Windrunners are competitive. Victory is enough."
"And no one has won yet?"
"No one."
He thought about it for a few seconds, reserving two of those seconds to wag a mental finger at the absurdity elves will go to to entertain themselves.
"And when exactly are they arriving?" he asked.
"Within a few days."
Nick nodded slowly, the gears in his head turning. And it was as if those gears controlled his mouth, for a toothy smile crossed his wolf-like face. Three sisters. Three Windrunner sisters.
"If I can handle you I think we've got this in the bag. They shouldn't be a problem."
"I'm counting on it," Sylvanas replied. Her gaze remained focused on Alleria's portrait, and her mouth curved into a faint smirk.