"The nerve!" Sylvanas angrily clicked her heel against the cold stone beneath her feet, audibly cracking it as a purplish black mist swirled up around her for the briefest of moments before she contained her sudden outburst. The dark ranger before her—alert but unphased—stood silent and motionless, accustomed to her queen's sudden outbursts. The guards spaced about the Royal Quarter however, briefly alarmed by the sudden explosion of energy, glanced towards the Banshee Queen and then, after realizing there was no threat, returned to their silent vigil.
"And you say they're together now?"
"Yes, Mistress," the ranger replied, and then, before Sylvanas could get upset again: "They are merely eating at a restaurant."
Sylvanas snorted. "'Merely eating' you say?" She turned her nose up at the smaller elf, hands on her hips and eyes peering down through thick eyelashes. "That man is not interested in simply wining and dining."
"His companion is a paladin." Anya unfurled a roll of parchment and read off of it. "Blonde, five feet five inches, approximately 300 years old, Blood Knight champion, paladin trainer, aid to Ambassador Sunsorrow, favors a shield and one-handed sword enchanted with—"
"And?" Sylvanas interrupted, halting her with a raised hand. She had done business with this paladin, Cyssa Dawnrose, before, and she was well aware of who and what she was. "Tell me something I don't know."
"And she is married."
"Ugh!" Sylvanas rolled both her eyes and her head. "Don't be a fool."
"I will try, Mistress," Anya replied blankly.
After a moment of thought, Sylvanas waved a dismissive hand and then addressed her subordinate once more. "Retrieve him for me."
"As you wish," the dark ranger replied, bowing even as her mistress turned and made for her private quarters, cape fluttering and boots clicking on the cobbled stone.
***
"Now?" Nick asked an expressionless Anya. He sat at a rounded table within one of the few restaurants in Undercity, meal half-eaten and a pretty blonde-haired blood elf seated across from him.
"Now," Anya repeated with a nod, her voice emotionless.
He looked at his Light worshiping companion for assistance but her eyes were fixated upon the dark ranger, a curious expression on her sharp face.
"You know the Ranger-General?" she asked, finally channeling her gaze towards him. "Now that I think of it, I do recall you meeting with her before when I first saw you."
"I am... familiar with your former Ranger-General, yes."
"Oh, how interesting! You absolutely must go then—don't keep her waiting on account of me."
"Right," Nick sighed, standing up in defeat and dropping a few silver coins onto the table. "Another time then."
"Certainly. You can tell me all about your meeting with her." Cyssa excitedly pressed her hands together as if in prayer and beamed a pearly-white smile, clueless as her eyes darted between both Nick and Anya.
"I don't know about that," he mumbled, turning to the ranger. "Well then, lead the way small, dark and brooding." Nick gave her a mocking half-bow.
Without a word of acknowledgment towards his comment, Anya led him through the underground city, and, begrudgingly, he followed behind her, a small brown bag slung over one of his furry shoulders. Around him, the undead citizenry took a break from their Love is in the Air festivities to stop and stare at him. Though most had never laid eyes upon him, his presence was nevertheless well known by this point: to the average person he was the Banshee Queen's pet. It wasn't a title he appreciated, though he did enjoy its perks and he doubted they would still call him that if they knew how much their queen enjoyed taking his knot every day.
Well, that was something at least: perhaps he wouldn't be getting into that paladin's pants today, but at least he would be getting some banshee pussy instead.
When they finally reached the mouth of the Royal Quarter, a long, snaking line of not only undead, but Horde members of all races were gathered. They carried heart-shaped charm bracelets made of a gleaming blue crystal, token offerings as part of the romance themed holiday activities that they would offer to Sylvanas. Guards clad in crimson armor corralled them, preventing any line-cutters and ensuring that the group advanced in an orderly fashion. Thanks to his ranger escort however, he cut the line and swiftly made his way into the throne room. Sylvanas was, to his surprise, sitting upon her high-backed throne. She sat like a mighty statue, back straight and hands grasping at the edge of both armrests, motionless save for her eyes which flickered down to them when they entered the room.
"Mistress." Anya bowed her head.
Sylvanas ignored her and directed her words towards Nick: "First my rangers and now one of the blood knights assigned to us from Silvermoon." Her voice was dangerous as she spoke. "I find your actions to be more than a little insulting."
"I have done nothing with her other than share a meal or two," he replied defensively, arms folded and head craned upwards to look at her.
"Not for lack of trying I'm sure." Sylvanas folded her arms as well, her piercing gaze accusatory.
Nick looked away and shrugged sheepishly. "Yea, well..." he trailed off.
She sighed, fingers drumming against her throne for a moment before she spoke up. "I have the perfect punishment for you," she said, a sly grin creeping onto her pretty face. "Come, Anya." Sylvanas motioned towards the dark ranger with a curling finger.
The smaller elf quickly made her way up the steps of the platform Sylvanas' throne was situated upon, coming to a stop beside her. "Yes, my Lady?"
"Take my place upon the throne: me and our friend here will be spending some time together in my quarters." Sylvanas stood up and moved aside, leaving the ivory throne open for the puzzled ranger.
"But the holiday festivities... people are lining up to give you their charm bracelets."
"You will take my place. You look well enough like me, anyways." With her blonde hair, blue skin and stacked chest, it was true: Anya looked very similar to her queen. "Perhaps a bit lacking on this end, though." Sylvanas lifted up the ranger's cloak, inspecting her behind through the tight leather pants she was wearing. It was well-shaped but a degree smaller than the Dark Lady's bulging booty.
"I will do as you command, then," Anya said obediently, standing still until Sylvanas finally let go of her cloak.
"Very good." Sylvanas clapped her hand down upon her subordinate's shoulder and then turned to Nick. "Come, your punishment awaits."
***
Moments later, and snug within the Banshee Queens' personal quarters, Nick, seated in a plush purple lounge chair, watched as Sylvanas stripped out of her armor. She had already shed everything but her trousers and he watched with lustful eyes as she began peeling them off. Skintight and made of leather, they stubbornly clung to her body, causing her to struggle briefly as she pulled them down over the hump of her behind. After overcoming that obstacle, the thick cheeks of her ass spilled out from their confines, big, blue and accompanied by a long pair of legs and thunderous thighs. He licked his lips, his own trousers tightening as his tool hardened.
Sylvanas was stacked from head to toe, and though it was normally hidden behind her cloak, her ass was perfectly sculpted: large and rounded just right, fat enough to wobble as she walked but not so much so that it looked ridiculous on her athletic frame. It was further accentuated by a wide pair of hips and, as she was tall for an elf, slender yet well-toned legs. There could be no doubt that her ass was impeccable—save for his claw marks faintly etched into her blue cheeks. Though she healed quickly—by magic or some other means he didn't know—their constant love making ensured that the marks he left upon her body never truly left. To him that only added to the appeal, and though he had likely knotted her ass close to a hundred times by now, and despite his lusting after the paladin, Sylvanas' god-like body never failed to excite him.
"Is this my punishment?"
"Indeed. Your punishment is my pleasure." Sylvanas sauntered over to him, hips swaying purposefully and breasts jiggling enticingly. "Strip," she ordered.
Remaining in his seat, Nick did as he was told, shedding his clothes and tossing them aside onto the rug covering most of the inner chamber. His cock was semi-hard, a great red pillar that Sylvanas eyed like a hungry animal. She raised her leg and brought her foot down upon his cock, pressing it against his tool almost painfully before she began to stroke it. Up and down she massaged his hardening shaft, pre-cum leaking from his tip and aiding Sylvanas with her rough footjob.
"There is something else that's been troubling me," she said, wiggling her toes against his member and turning them sticky with his pre-cum. "You have not been wearing the communication device I gave you."
Nick squirmed in his chair, inclining his hips upwards into Sylvanas' busy foot. "It... feels more like a leash than a tool for communication."
"Nonsense. It's simply convenient for the both of us and our needs."
As she spoke, Sylvanas increased the pace of her strokes. With his cock now fully erect and pinned against his belly, her toes and the ball of her foot frantically worked his lubed-up member, causing him to groan and, with an animalistic grunt, erupt. A heavy helping of cum poured from his tool, dirtying himself as well as the Dark Lady's foot which slowed but otherwise continued to stroke him off until at last the sticky stream of jizz came to a halt.
"Already?" Sylvanas asked, her tone that of genuine surprise and curiosity. "Are you alright?" Her foot moved over his length a bit more, spreading cum all over his tool.
"Just fine," he said, and then explained further: "My kind have increased virility around this time of year—I suppose you could say that for us, it's mating season."
"Is that so?" A smile crept its way across the Dark Lady's beautiful features, exposing her sharp canines. "This curse of yours gets better and better by the day." She turned away and sauntered over towards the bed, draping herself over it with her feet planted firmly on the ground, legs spread wide for his convenience. Throwing her blonde hair back over her shoulder, she turned her head to look at him, her wickedly beautiful countenance as steely and fierce as ever albeit for the slight hint of a smile playing across her lips.
Practically salivating, Nick jumped up from his seat and positioned himself behind her, hands quickly taking to wandering over her masterfully sculpted body. He could never get tired of looking down at the Banshee Queen like this: naked and bent over with her ass angled upwards and presented to him. His heart raced with desire, and he traced his furry paws over her booty before raising them in the air, giving it a series of satisfying smacks and enjoying the way her thick cheeks jiggled like ripples on a lake. Sylvanas hummed in response, swaying her big ass from side to side and accepting the spankings, proud of her body and well aware that it was perfect.
Her eagerness to get fucked senseless was almost palpable, but rather than immediately fulfilling her desire, Nick kneeled down behind the Dark Lady, hands firmly grasping her cheeks and spreading them apart. He dove headfirst into her loins, pressing his tongue against her and earning a shiver accompanied by a coo as his tongue began to lap at her sopping wet pussy. He lapped at her folds like a thirsty dog, satiating himself with her juices, his broad tongue teasing at her clit and snaking its way inside of her tight hole. Sylvanas' response was enthusiastic: she moaned and pressed herself back against his face, encouraging him with pleased murmurs and moans.
"Good boy," she said, her whisper morphing into a low groan as she came around his slithering tongue. Likewise encouraging her, Nick continued to lap at her blueberry-hued folds, and, after a moment to recover from her orgasm, she sighed, speaking as if to herself rather than him: "Amazing."
His thirst seemingly insatiable, Nick ate out both of her holes, swapping between them and not stopping until she came twice more. When he was finally finished, his furry chin dripped with her juices and he stood up, towering over her form, bent over the bed as it was. Still recovering from her triple orgasm, she stirred when she felt Nick's cock thump against her behind like a hefty weight. Raising her head and brushing a hand through her silvery-blonde locks, Sylvanas glanced back at the massive worgen preparing to take her from behind. He slapped his cock against her ass as if claiming ownership and she snorted an amused breath of air through her nose at the idea. Laying her head back down, she prepared herself for penetration, large tits pillowing outwards from behind her back. Despite her amusement, the thought only seemed to inflame her desire. He did seem to own her in bed... and over the table. Not to mention before diplomatic meetings and on top of her throne...
One last slap against her bubbly booty and his cum-slick cock was redirected to her puckered asshole, pressing against it and forcing its way through. With a groan from both elf and worgen alike, his girthy banshee-pleaser breached her sphincter and continued until it was nearly hilted inside of her big blue ass. Even after pounding and knotting it countless times, Sylvanas' ass was incredibly tight, but with a satisfied huff and a hearty push forward, he fed the last few inches of his length past her rectum and into her bowels. Her asshole clung to him as if desperate for attention, and he relished the feeling, gripping her by the hips and pulling her behind back against his hairy loins.
Sylvanas had a superb ass, toned like the rest of her body but with plenty of cushion to bounce off his hammering hips. It was a booty truly befitting of an elven queen, but in this moment he pounded it like she was nothing but a common whore, beating his hips against her and stretching her royal ass with a hefty slab of worgen meat that made her moan and mewl in sublime satisfaction. He groaned in turn, voice becoming a pleased half-growl as her behind ate up the entirety of his massive member with ease. Being balls deep within the Dark Lady's backside was wonderful for him, but she delighted in her own sensations: purring and arching her back, she pushed her ass up and back against him, squishing her booty against his groin and turning her head to look at him, a sly smile on her pretty face. It was a simple but vulgar display and he huffed lustfully, enjoying how this beautiful and normally fearsome queen so openly displayed a depraved desire for his cock.
Deciding that he had been idle long enough, Nick tightened his grip upon her wide hips and withdrew the majority of his meat from her ass, leaving only a few inches inside before he thrust back into her guts. In this manner he fucked her, maintaining a middling pace that was neither slow nor fast, allowing her to savor every inch of his plundering manhood. And Sylvanas did just that, her hands gripping at the sheets in front of her and her head planted face-first against the bed. She groaned huskily, eyes closed and body quivering in pleasure as the enormous worgen took her from behind. His tool stretched the ring of her defenseless sphincter obscenely wide, splitting her ass apart as well as the plump cheeks that pressed against and enclosed around his member. With one hand still holding her by the hips, he grabbed her by one of her meaty cheeks, kneading and playing with it while he sawed his cock in and out of her rectum, enjoying the way The Dark Lady's thoroughly stretched asshole felt around his cock.
Gradually, one thrust at a time, he increased the pace at which he deep-dicked the Banshee Queen, gripping her tightly and adding more lacerations to her already scratched up booty. And as his speed increased, so did the rate at which his elven lover moaned, filling his ears with passionate feminine cries. He pounded her with all the force his hulking body could manage, his hips audibly clapping against her fat ass and forcing lewd mewls and shrieks of elven curses out of the cock-starved queen. Like a savage animal, Sylvanas shoved herself back against him, the muscles in her toned body flexing while the cheeks of her blueberry ass rippled wildly from Nick's onslaught. He seemed tireless, an unstoppable force as he pounded away at Sylvanas' ass. She came again and again, still throwing her booty back against him as she orgasmed, squirting her juices onto the bed and screeching like a delirious banshee.
This violent display of her sexuality sent Nick into a frenzy of his own: he gathered up her ghostly-blonde hair and pulled back on it, forcing her upper body off the bed and burying his cock balls deep inside her asshole with a particularly jarring thrust. Sylvanas grunted as if she had been struck, yet she showed her approval by further grinding her cushiony ass against his groin.
"That's it you mutt, tear my ass apart!" she yelled, words as vulgar and obscene as the anal pounding she was receiving.
Her profound love for cock was as apparent as ever, and he grinned, raising his hand and delivering a harsh smack to her ass just as he gave her another deep, toe curling thrust into her bowels. Sylvanas cried out and he tightened his grip on her hair, resuming the rapid pace at which he sought to destroy her ass, stretching her as only he did and making her cum as only he could. He fucked her with a fiery ferocity, drooling onto the bed and hammering her smaller frame, brutally humping away at the Banshee Queen's backside until at last he reached his limit. Roaring in climax, Nick pumped her with quick, shallow thrusts as he emptied his balls within her perfectly sculpted ass, yanking back hard on her hair while he gave her big booty a creamy filling of worgen jizz. More virile than ever, this took some time, and he held her in place all the while, her body shivering in pleasure with her head angled up towards the ceiling and her eyes rolled up into her head. When he was finally finished, he retracted his lengthy meat from her guts, leaving her asshole gaping and filled to the brim with his baby batter. His tool was utterly coated with cum and he smacked it against her bubbly cheeks, smearing her behind with his sticky seed before letting go of her hair and collapsing onto the bed with a huff.
With a weak moan, Sylvanas collapsed as he did, still bent over the bed rather than lying entirely upon it. Cum leaked from her ass, and save for Nick's panting, the two of them relaxed in silence as they recuperated from their sexual exertion. The break didn't last long, however, for Sylvanas, despite the fact that she had just gotten her ass reamed by a worgen nearly three times her size, was still hungry for more. She crawled up onto the bed and settled between his legs, eyes locked on his while her hands fondled at her melon-like breasts. She jiggled them for his viewing pleasure, bouncing them in her hands and tweaking her hard nipples before finally wrapping them around his sticky shaft. Her big tits enveloped him like lewd pillows and she immediately took to undulating them up and down, twisting and turning, struggling to milk his cock again, this time with her well endowed chest. The cum already coating his tool acted as lube, facilitating her movements and making it easier for her to fuck her tits upon his member.
His grunts motivated her, and the lonely sight of his bulky red tip poking out of her breasts enticed her: licking her lips, she bent her head down and devoured the head of his cock, cleaning it of residual cum and slurping loudly upon it while she continued to bounce her tits in his lap. Her juicy dick-sucking-lips clung to his shaft, forming a seal around it while the tip of her tongue teased at his urethra, gathering his salty precum straight from the source. It flowed like a stream, trickling into her mouth and down her throat, coaxed out by her constricting breasts and her full lips. She looked up at him as she pleasured him, and his chest rumbled with a satisfied groan, making her long elven ears twitch and her efforts increase two-fold. Sylvanas was proud of her ability to get men off; she had thousands of years of experience, and, to her, there wasn't a woman alive who could take dick as well as she could.
In Nick's opinion, she was probably right.
Growling, he took hold of her head and pushed down, forcing more of his throbbing cock down her gullet. She purred in response and altered her posture to accommodate him, but otherwise took him easily, eagerly anticipating her reward. He offered it in abundance, bulging her throat with his cock as he pressed down further upon her head until the hair of his groin tickled her nose. Hilted fully within her mouth, he groaned and let loose, dumping a huge load of potent cum directly into her stomach. Without the need to breathe, she offered no resistance and accepted his load in silence, a proud look on her cock-stretched features as she gulped down an exorbitant amount of his creamy seed for what seemed like a good minute before it began to abate. Still gripping her by the head, he pulled her off of him, escaping her greedy lips with an audible pop.
Holding her still, he took his member by the hand and stroked it to finish, grunting and painting her angular features with long strings of jizz that clung to her blue skin and her lengthy eyebrows. Sylvanas didn't even blink as his seed rained down upon her, and when a hearty glob of cum smacked against her forehead she just smiled that sexy half-smile of hers and then pursed her lips. Her nonchalant attitude over having her face splattered with his seed emboldened him, and he pushed the tip of his shaft against her puckered lips. She accepted him into her mouth once more, suckling on his member and earning one last squirt of cum. It trickled over her tongue, pooling upon it and electrifying her taste buds. Pulling away from him, she closed her eyes and swallowed, relishing in his flavor and temporarily satisfying her rapacious appetite for semen.
Sylvanas cleaned her lips with two swipes of her tongue and then opened her eyes, directing her keen gaze upon him. Her beautiful features were partially obscured by numerous milky-white streaks of jizz, and the lump of cum on her forehead was beginning to dribble down onto the bridge of her nose. She paid it no mind, however, and her haughty regality persisted under the sticky sperm decorating her face. Sitting up, she tended to her mussed up hair and inspected Nick's still-hard manhood. It twitched under her gaze, and Nick's chest rumbled with a gentle hum. He had filled her ass and stomach with his seed and painted her face with the stuff, leaving one location left for him to claim.
Growling, he rose from his supine position upon the bed and crawled over to Sylvanas, easing her onto her back with him atop her. Well-accustomed to this position, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him into her and accepting his girthy tool into her last unclaimed orifice. She crooned, looking up at his furry chest which rumbled with a deep growl as he slowly entered her, stretching wide the gripping lips of her pussy which were already dripping with her sexual perspiration. Lifting and tilting upwards the lower half of her body, she met his hips as he hilted his manhood within her, balls snugly pressed against her raised behind and the tip of his cock creating a bulge atop her feminine abs. This was pleasurable enough, but the low hum of his growl didn't disappear, instead transforming into animalistic grunting as he began his quest to mating press the Dark Lady.
Knowing that he needn't be gentle, Nick hammered his cock into her at a fast and hard pace, her hungry pussy tight and constricting around his member. His body rose and fell against hers, pummeling her pussy with his cock and jostling her body even as she strove to hold onto him. Sylvanas reacted immediately, sharp nails scratching at his back and her eyes wide as she was mercilessly pounded into the bed. Her long ears flattened themselves against her head, listening to the huge worgen's beastly groans, the steady smacking of his balls against her ass, and the general sounds of her body being used and abused. She couldn't see his face, but she could tell that he was at this moment more beast than man, focused solely on rutting into her and flooding her womb with his hyper-virile seed. She had seen him like this before, but as experienced as Sylvanas was, the worgen took her to her limit, dominating her pussy and wracking her body with almost indescribable pleasure. The bed, sturdy as it was, creaked and shook, struggling much like she was to withstand his sex crazed onslaught.
Her unnaturally powerful muscles strained but held up fine, however, and her strong legs and thighs squeezed against him, demonstrating that she could take all he had to offer whilst also wordlessly begging for more. Whether Nick realized this in his berserk-like state she didn't know, but his thrusts increased in intensity, hips pounding against her at a breakneck pace that quickly had her seeing stars. Her big tits bounced and flopped around helplessly, jolted up, down and all around by shallow but deep thrusts of his manhood into her quivering pussy while his heavy balls battered against her backside. At some point her mind seemed to go blank, nothing but the feeling of her furry lover's plundering cock mixing up her insides keeping her conscious. She came once and then twice, and then over and over again in an orgasmic loop. Her body seemed electrified, ultra-sensitive as if the merest touch could set her off, and the huge worgen ravaging her body wasn't stopping any time soon.
Nick used her pussy like it belonged to him—as if it was specifically created for his personal use. He huffed and hammered away at her sweltering hole without reason and without thought, feeling nothing but the solid bed beneath his hands and the tight confines of the elven pussy wrapped around his cock. Pleasant as her moans and mewls were, he was barely even aware of them, his mind turned feral and focused on nothing but creaming Sylvanas' womb—pointless as that may be.
Futile as it was, however, his animal mind didn't care: he humped into her until his balls churned, knot thumping against her entrance with each rapid thrust. A dark, purple-black mist rose from her body to surround the two of them, and her eyes glowed like tiny red spotlights. As Nick worked her body, he unintentionally brought the two of them to a simultaneous climax. With one final thrust, he hilted himself inside of her well-stretched pussy, knot pressed disappointedly against her but not quite making it in. And though he had failed to knot her in time, his balls nevertheless released their potent payload, drowning Sylvanas' womb and insides with a lake-like amount of hot, sticky sperm.
As he came, so did she, body trembling in ecstasy as she screamed her long sought after release. It was her biggest orgasm of the night and she barely contained the full might of her banshee powers as Nick claimed her last remaining hole with his seed. The sensations shooting through her body were amazing, and she squeezed him painfully with her arms and legs, just as her pussy squeezed at his member, coercing more and more cum from it until his creamy spunk began to leak from her plugged up pussy. Sylvanas shrieked all the while, body overcome with a tumultuous pleasure that had her eyes wide and blazing like fire as she came around his cock. He gave her a few more quick thrusts, triggering another, smaller orgasm that had her squeezing her eyes shut and grinding her teeth.
Nick didn't pull out until he was spent, his balls completely emptied within the beautiful Banshee Queen and her thoroughly fucked pussy. When he was finished, he sat up, panting heavily with his tongue lolling out of his mouth while his manhood drooled cum onto the small, trimmed tuft of silver hair atop Sylvanas' mound. Looking down at her sultry form covered in sweat and seed, his cock twitched to life yet again, ready for more despite the numerous loads he had already shot into and onto her body. She was unbreathing with her eyes closed, still as death, but a satisfied look played across her cum covered face. Desire flared within him, and with another twitch of his cock he shuffled on his knees over to her side.
Residual pleasure filled Sylvanas' normally unfeeling body, and she didn't immediately respond to what was obviously the large worgen creeping up next to her. What he wanted was obvious, but she took her time, ignoring him and stretching like a cat before finally opening her eyes. Nick was hovering over her, gazing down at her with an almost pleading look in his eyes. Only inches above her face, his imposing manhood filled her vision, and she glanced up at him then back to his member. Amused at his unbound lust, she breathed an airy laugh and then sat up on her elbows, taking him into her mouth once more. She bobbed her head back and forth along his tool for a quick minute, cleaning him off and tasting their combined juices before pulling away. He was still hungry for more, that she could tell, and she looked up at him expectantly.
Horny but feeling much more levelheaded after his orgasm, Nick scooped up Sylvanas and sat back against the headboard, lowering her onto his lap. His cock, trapped underneath her luscious ass, pulsed with desire, and she purred feeling it press against her skin. Teasingly, she ran a hand down his hairy chest, drawing it downwards until it was reaching beneath her and grabbing at his cock. Still dripping with cum, she nevertheless guided it inside her, sharing a moan as it filled and stretched her. Beneath her, Nick squirmed, and a wicked smile crept along her features. Though she normally preferred to be dominated by him, the occasional role reversal suited her just fine, and now that she was in control she would make the most of it. Positioning herself with her knees against the bed, she began to grind herself against him, back straight while she undulated her toned lower body back and forth.
The effectiveness of her technique was apparent, for Nick, still sitting upright against the headboard, hummed and growled soft, appreciative moans, voice like boulders rumbling in her ears. She reached up and grabbed at his shoulders, leaning into him and biting her lip as she began to bounce her ass in his lap. Soon enough, the two of them were moaning in unison, and his hands came to rest on her behind, squeezing it and giving it crackling smacks that caused her to let out spectral oofs! and double her efforts. Sylvanas rode him like a mount, fucking herself upon his colossal tool, ass clapping against his thighs, breasts jiggling against his hairy chest, and her mouth open from constantly grunting and cursing. His cock was fantastic and she used it as he so often used her pussy, treating it like a tool for her enjoyment.
Nick, who was normally the one riding her, grinned and gave her booty another slap, taking pleasure in the little yelp she made afterwards. While he might typically prefer having her bent over a table, he still considered the Banshee Queen bouncing her fat ass in his lap to be one of the finer things in life. She was as tight as an elven virgin, but she worked her pussy against his cock like a succubus, rising and falling, muscles squeezing and skin glistening with sweat. Her hair was disheveled but her eyes were focused, keen on getting the both of them off, and hell-bent on taking his knot.
She felt it pushing against her with every downwards fall, drawing her to frustration and gradually leading to an increase in the ferocity at which she rode him. Sitting up straight, she reached back and placed her hands atop his, still gripping her ass as they were, and rode him with more force than before. Sylvanas speared herself on his member over and over, grunting with her big tits bouncing and red eyes flaring. Pleasure mixed with anger for her, but Nick was as happy as could be: he squeezed her blue booty, enjoying the way his fat cock stretched her little pussy and finding it almost comical how she struggled to force his knot inside of her. She was persistent, however, and she rode his dick like she was obsessed with it, bringing him closer and closer to what would be an explosive climax.
Sylvanas was an expert worgen rider, untiring and stopping only briefly when she experienced an orgasm. Despite this, she was unsuccessful and both of their patience began to grow thin. His eyes met hers, seething with lust, and they told him all he needed to know. He moved his hands upwards, settling one upon her lower back and the other further upwards, pushing her against him and bucking his hips up into her. Holding her in place, he fucked her with fast but powerful thrusts, enjoying her lusty moans until at last he succeeded where she had not. With a powerful thrust utilizing his muscular lower body, and firm hands holding her in place, he sank himself fully into her, claiming Sylvanas' pussy with his rapidly enlarging knot. Pleasure coursed through the both of them, and his howl was met by her ghostly wail, her body becoming partially incorporeal as she screeched her orgasm within the deepest depths of the Undercity.
Her shout turned into a weak but satisfied mewl, and Nick's hands found purchase on her ass again, squeezing hard and leaving his claw marks on her big booty while he pumped her pussy full of cream. It was the second time today that he had drained his balls within the Dark Lady's pussy, but this time his knot plugged her up, preventing the majority of his seed from escaping. It took some time to empty his load within her, but when he was finished he relaxed against the headboard, content for the time being to simply rest and enjoy the feeling of Sylvanas wrapped around him. By this point she was well-accustomed to being knotted, and she laid against him, drenched in sweat and cum, her silvery-blonde hair disorganized and hiding her face. They sat in silence as usual, basking in pleasure until he suddenly decided to speak up.
"I have something for you."
Sylvanas didn't immediately reply, and instead she shifted slightly atop him before responding: "I noticed."
"In my bag," he said, ignoring her jest and reaching for it with one of his long arms. He stuffed one of his hands inside of it, digging around for a moment before pulling out a metal box, obviously elven in design. Handing it to her, she raised an eyebrow before accepting and opening it, revealing two shining silver rings.
"What is this?"
"They're toe rings."
Sylvanas glanced at him but didn't respond, instead lifting one of the rings and inspecting it. A skull with blood-red gems for eyes stared back at her, matching the glow of her own eyes. There was no doubt that it was finely crafted, most likely by an expert in Silvermoon. The logical side of her briefly contemplated the cost of such a purchase before moving on to the next ring. Upon viewing it, she raised her eyebrow at him again, this time more accusingly.
"You shouldn't have," she said, voice dry and completely devoid of enthusiasm.
The ring, just as beautiful and well made as its partner if not even more so, was large with two petite onyx stones burnish set within the face of the ring. Between them, on the middle face of the ring, was a paw, claws bared and surrounded by four tiny skulls engraved into the band.
"It's a gift, you have to wear it." Nick urged, anticipating her response before she even spoke. "Plus, they were expensive."
"I don't have to do anything," she hissed, holding out the box of jewelry for him.
He figured it might take some bargaining, but he had come prepared. "Wear those and I'll wear your little communication device."
This made Sylvanas pause, and she raised her chin, lips pursed as her eyes flicked back and forth between Nick and the rings. Finally, after a long period of contemplation, she shut the jewelry box and nodded. "Fine."
He grinned and gave her ass a good squeeze. "You can try them on after we're free here." For emphasis, he bucked his hips against her, testing the limits of his diminishing knot and making her grunt.
"Keep it up and I'll give you a shock collar," she threatened.
Amused but knowing full well what she was capable of, he kept quiet and laid his head back against the headboard, enjoying the feeling of her snug pussy wrapped around his cock and the supple swell of her ass beneath his fingers. He was still rock-hard, and, thanks to his worgen curse, nigh indefatigable. He was more than capable of pumping Sylvanas all night long, and that's exactly what he planned on doing.
***
"My thanks for this lovely charm bracelet." Anya tried her best to mimic the Dark Lady, but the result left much to be desired. Nevertheless, the orc in front of her seemed pleased with her response, and he happily accepted the card and holiday tokens she handed him. Undercity was packed full of adventurers waiting their turn, and she was about to dismiss the man when an echoing wail resounded throughout the room.
"What was that?"
Anya sighed. "Just a banshee," she reassured, and then nodded to a nearby guard.
"Next adventurer, please."