The cloaked figure of one of Sylvanas Windrunner's dark ranger's strode along a cobbled pathway that led up to a rather ordinary looking Sin'dorei home. From an elven viewpoint it was average, but by the Horde's spikey standards it was nothing short of extravagant. The undead elf pulled her hood down further to shield her eyes from the blinding midday sun, ducking her head low until she finally reached the doorstep of the house. She lightly tapped on the door and waited a moment before tapping again, this time more loudly. She heard some rustling inside accompanied by multiple different voices.
"No wait, don't answer the door!" The hushed voice of a woman barely registered in her long ears before the door opened. She was greeted by a large worgen with black fur and a scar along the top of his head which extended down over his right eye. More pressing, however, was the fact that he was naked with his rock hard shaft pointed right at her.
"I see why the mistress sent me here," she thought before reaching into her bag and pulling out a missive.
"I am dark ranger Anya. I have been instructed by the Banshee Queen to deliver this to you." Anya was blunt in her approach and held out the letter for him to take. Her eyes flicked past the man and peered inside the house where two women of her own kind—albeit living—peeked suspiciously back at her.
The naked worgen, Nick Nightfall, blinked and accepted the letter. Before he could reply or even open it Anya turned around and began to make her way back along the cobbled path from whence she came.
"I'll be waiting by the gate," was all she said, her black cloak fluttering behind her.
Nick sliced open the letter with one sharp claw and began to read it even as an equally naked woman from inside the house grabbed hold of his arm and pulled at him. He ignored the horny elf and kept reading. It was a short but intriguing letter and by the time Nick was finished reading it he couldn't help but grin.
"Fetch me my pants, will you?"
A crunch split through the silent Ghostlands air as Anya dismounted her undead horse. Beneath her leather boots crackled the dead leaves of the once majestic Quel'thalas forest, now just a lifeless reminder of her people's bloody history. She looked up at their destination, Windrunner Spire. Once the majestic home of the Windrunner family, it was now in ruins and, like all of the other settlements in the Ghostlands, empty save for the occasional undead shambling about.
"This is the place, eh?"
Anya glanced over at her traveling partner. The worgen was currently in his human form but had traveled in his feral form, leaping alongside her boney horse and snapping at any nearby undead that approached.
"This is the place," she repeated.
They made their way up a dilapidated pathway, stepping over a number of undead corpses along the way. Three tall spires cast long eerie shadows over them and the landscape but neither seemed phased as they continued their approach. When they finally stood at the base of these shadows Anya stepped inside the building and motioned for the worgen to follow. The inside of the abandoned estate was dark save for the occasional candle and peek of dull sunlight through broken windows. As the dark ranger led him through twisted hallways and empty rooms he could tell that this was truly a house befitting nobility. Despite the cobwebs, cracks in the walls and despite even the random bloodstain here and there, the Windrunner home was largely intact. The undead kept away hopeful looters, and the shambling scourge had no use for worldly possessions. As such family portraits still clung to faded walls and expensive kitchenware sat behind dusty glass shelves. The house was large, but eventually he was led up a spiral staircase and into a spacious room.
Standing across the room on the balcony was the one who summoned him. She stood like a statue, staring across the gloomy landscape with her cloak swaying gently in the breeze. The dim sunshine, which appeared more like moonlight, illuminated the room save for it's dusty corners and cast the elf's shadow across the floor. Whether she was reminiscing or plotting not even Anya knew, but the Dark Lady made no effort to acknowledge their presence.
"I've brought him as you requested, mistress." Anya dipped her head slightly as Sylvanas finally turned around, giving Nick his first real look at her.
She had sharp elven features and though she was undead her beauty suffered not for it. Her eyes flared bright red and the well lit room allowed him to get a good look at her tight abs. Though she was unfortunately clothed, her armor did little to hide the thickness of her thighs and her exceptionally stacked chest. Her eyes flickered to him momentarily before shifting back to her underling. In the short time they were focused upon him, her burning eyes almost seemed to lack irises and it was as if her gaze came from something far behind. Eerie but oddly beautiful, he noted.
"Good work. Make sure we aren't disturbed, the undead here are relentless." Her voice was ghostly but not unpleasant.
Nick's traveling companion departed with a nod of her head, now apparently tasked with cleaning up the nearby undead. With her departure Sylvanas' gaze once more fixated upon the tall human.
"If you're here I presume you found my proposal agreeable?" She spoke again with that ethereal voice of hers, this time addressing him directly.
"Agreeable yes, but I wanted to iron out some details. You were a tad vague regarding the specifics of the arrangement."
"I see. You want to iron me—," Sylvanas smiled as she purposefully misspoke. "Pardon me, you want to iron out the details with me. Very well, I don't have a problem with that."
Sylvanas finally stepped off the balcony and into the room, swaying her hips and strutting her stuff as she walked towards him.
"I'm curious as well. My spies tell me your meetings with Miss Proudmoore are rather... heated. Care to explain?"
"I can explain or I can show you, which would you prefer?" Nick gripped his belt buckle, a normally innocent gesture but in this context anything but.
"Let's see then." The Dark Lady gave him permission with a wave of the hand, eager to see what pleased Jaina Proudmoore so.
Once given the go-ahead, the man wasted no time ridding himself of his trousers and revealing himself to the former Ranger-General. Nick wasn't shy and he was more than confident in his manhood. Even Sylvanas with her no doubt vast experience with members of the Horde couldn't help but raise an impressed eyebrow as she eyed his semi-flaccid cock.
"You're uncharacteristically large for a human. Then again, you're more than just an ordinary human aren't you?" Her spectral voice was laced with curiosity and even a hint of teasing. "I wonder if it gets bigger when you transform..."
"You'll have to wait and find out," he replied, shamelessly ogling her bulging breastplate.
"Then I suppose it's only fair that I reciprocate." Sylvanas wasn't shy either and her confidence was second to none. She took great pride in her assets which is why her breastplate soon dropped to the ground with a metallic clang. Her sharp, clawlike gauntlets soon followed behind. Large breasts now freed from their confinement, the Dark Lady stood once more like a statue. Dignified and with her chest pushed out, she gave the human an eyeful of her big blue tits. They were symmetrical and despite their great size only had the slightest hint of sag. Elven beauty was well known, but Sylvanas had hit the jackpot and she knew it. She allowed for a few seconds of intense ogling before she crossed her arms and spoke up.
"Surely you want to do more than just look?" Her breasts looked even bigger now that she was pushing them up with her arms and Nick found it hard to look away.
"A lot more," he replied, eyes darting up and down.
Sylvanas cracked a subtle smile and motioned towards a large ivory bed with red sheets and pillows. It was probably the only thing in the house not coated with a layer of dust.
"Why don't you make yourself comfortable?"
Nick obliged without hesitation. He peeled his shirt off and tossed it to the ground next to his pants before hopping onto the bed and laying down. He had never been so ready to get his dick sucked and his eyes lit up when Sylvanas crawled onto the bed. Her tits swung like pendulums as she crept towards him and eventually laid between his legs. She inspected his cock like an expert appraising an artifact, her face mere inches from his hardening shaft.
"It's convenient that you were in Quel'thalas," she remarked, wrapping a hand around his cock. Sylvanas glanced up at the man and gave his manhood a stroke, twisting it as she did so. "I thought I would have to wait weeks, if not months but here you are..."
With her still hooded head sideways in his lap, Nick could practically feel her breath on his cock. Sylvanas' languid strokes made him rock hard in no time at all. Her elven hand was small but skilled and it stimulated him to no end. With every long stroke up his cock her thumb massaged his flared cockhead, teasing him and eventually wringing out the first few drops of delectable precum. This made the Dark Lady's face light up and she immediately used her thumb to draw it into her mouth.
"A preamble to the real prize," she murmured before repositioning herself so that she could take him into her mouth.
The human was large and would prompt hesitation from most women but Sylvanas cared not. She went down on him with gusto, first giving him a lick from base to tip before wrapping her plush lips around his head. The taste of his cock excited her and she continued further, easily deepthroating him until her lips pressed firmly against his groin. Nick moaned and Sylvanas purred, both thoroughly enjoying their arrangement. Her tongue wiggled like a snake as she remained glued to his cock, savoring the taste like one might a fine wine. When she was through showing off her unnatural blowjob skills, the Dark Lady made a sloppy show of pulling herself off of the dick lodged down her throat. Slurping and sucking as she did so, it eventually escaped her mouth with a pop.
"I bet Proudmoore can't do that." Sylvanas smirked and continued where she left off. She gave Nick's cock a tongue-bath before devouring it again with a pleased "Mmm." This time, however, she took a more proactive approach. Her head bobbed up and down within the man's lap at an unbreakable pace, the lewd sounds of her squelching saliva egging the man on and driving him closer to release. The cold and calculating Banshee Queen sucked cock like an expensive whore and they both loved it. Nick couldn't tell just yet, but she was already wet and eager to take her new lover for a spin.
Sylvanas leaned back, suckling on the human's cockhead and gazing up at him with her piercing red eyes. She smiled and tongued at his urethra a bit, eliciting a well earned groan from the man. Apparently eager for more than just cock, she ducked her head lower and began tending to his balls. Her tongue explored every inch of Nick's balls, enjoying the masculine flavor of his sack. In a mere few seconds the elf had utterly coated his nuts in her saliva but she was not yet finished. Sylvanas drew one tasty orb into her mouth and sucked on it before alternating to the other. One hand reached up to stroke his shaft as she lapped and sucked on his balls, pressuring him to erupt and finally reward her for her efforts. Thankfully under her expert ministrations the cum hungry Sylvanas didn't have to wait very long.
With a moan and a roared "I'm cumming!" Nick's saliva slicked balls finally burst. Not want to miss her prize, the Dark Lady immediately lifted herself up and took his length back into her mouth. She made it just in time. A deluge of hot jizz flowed onto her tongue and squirted down her throat. Sylvanas purred around his shaft like a kitten with milk, swallowing it all and sucking for more until the source sadly dried up. Always one to practice proper etiquette, she made sure to suck his cock clean until there wasn't a drop of sperm left on his shaft. Sylvanas was satisfied, but only momentarily.
"You know what you're doing with that tongue, don't you?" Nick laughed. Who knew the Banshee Queen gave such good head?
Sylvanas turned away from him and sat on the edge of the bed as she began to strip herself of the rest of her armor. From this angle he could see her taut back muscles as well as her well endowed chest peeking out from either side of her. It was clear that her time as Ranger-General did not just sculpt her abs but the rest of her body as well. She had the curves of a woman and the muscles of a warrior. When she turned back around to face him she was fully naked with a mischievous smirk on her face.
"Still hard... I expected nothing less."
"There's no way I'd be satisfied with just a blowjob," Nick replied whilst stroking his saliva covered cock and admiring the elf's shapely body.
"Not all men have such stamina," she said appreciatively.
Sylvanas leaned back on her hands and extended her legs until one of her small feet touched his manhood. She pressed down on his cock until it lay flat against his stomach, toes wiggling and testing his patience as she teased him. Nick wanted so badly to get up and pound that elven pussy into the sheets but he withheld the urge until he got a better read on the deadly leader. Sylvanas grinned wickedly as she stroked him with her foot. Normally she wouldn't be dragging things out longer than need be but she had a feeling her cruelty would pay off later. The bottom of her blue foot was soon sticky with pre-cum and so she gave his throbbing cock one last stroke before sliding up his body and straddling him. With her ass in his lap and his erect cock pressing against her moist slit the Banshee Queen gazed down at him hungrily.
"I'm going to ride you until that beast inside of you comes out."
Sylvanas lifted herself up and grabbed hold of the man's cock, guiding it to her entrance before slowly lowering herself down upon it. She bit her lip gently and vented out her frustrations with one long moan. At last she was getting the dick she craved. The Dark Lady took every delicious inch and then wasted no time bouncing herself on top of his cock like a mad woman. Every downwards slam caused her abs to bulge outwards with the shape of her lover's big cock and her fat tits jiggled uncontrollably. Nick couldn't help but gawk at them, the big blue orbs acting as an eye magnet for his horny gaze. Bouncing in his lap like this, for the first time Sylvanas towered over him and she enjoyed the change in perspective. Her red eyes peered down at the human, relishing not only in her own pleasure but the pleasure reflected by the contortions in his face as she pumped her ass down onto him.
The area, normally deathly silent, was now inundated with the lewd sounds of their love making. If not for Sylvanas' dark rangers on cleanup duty, their moans and the sounds of flesh on flesh would have no doubt caught the attention of nearby undead. Thankfully they were free to fuck to their heart's content and the Dark Lady planned on doing exactly that. Deciding to put on a show, she grabbed one of her flailing tits and squeezed it before bringing it to her mouth and sucking on her own purple-blue nipple. She smiled and grinded her crotch against his as she did this, her pussy dripping nectar and stretched by every inch of Nick's cock.
"You're too fucking tight, even for an elf," he growled, a hint of his other self in his voice.
"Still not ready to let it out? I can hear it in your voice, begging to be released," the banshee teased.
Sylvanas stretched like a cat and ran her hand down her tight stomach, feeling the bump of his cock against her insides as she continued to ride him. Desiring a change of pace however, the Dark Lady spun herself atop him so that she was riding in reverse. Nick was greeted by the sight of her thick blue booty and toned back muscles which flexed as she moved. Picking up where she left off, Sylvanas leaned forward and gripped his legs before slamming herself home upon his cock. Her ass jiggled on impact against him and an uncharacteristically cute "Oh!" escaped her lips which made her glad to be facing away from the man. Pretending like it didn't happen, Sylvanas got to work fucking herself on Nick's pleasing shaft. Her ass clapped against him as she took him to the hilt with every bounce, her tight elven pussy driving him mad and thoroughly testing his limits. That blueberry ass of hers was just begging for some attention and so he reached forward to grip and knead at one of her jiggling cheeks before giving it a light slap. The Dark Lady purred in appreciation and pressed herself against him, gyrating her hips as she ground her pussy onto his cock. Nick gave her booty another slap, this time harder, which sent a rippling wave across her bubble butt.
"Such a bad boy," Sylvanas cooed. Her feminine juices flowed freely, coating Nick's groin and staining the bedsheets, a testament to just how thirsty the Banshee Queen truly was.
"Just how long are you going to keep me waiting?"
"The wait makes it better, trust me." Nick replied through gritted teeth.
The Dark Lady pursed her lips and inclined herself forward, allowing the human's big cock to slowly slip free until only the head remained. Peering over her shoulder at him, Sylvanas bit her lip and pushed her fat ass back against him once more. This time she fucked him slowly so she could both savor every meaty inch and hopefully encourage her lover to take things into his own hands—preferably clawed hands at that.
"Is this good for you?" Sylvanas' bright red eyes gazed into his, her face a portrait of feigned innocence and an ever so slight smile on her lips.
Her ass thumped back against him at a snail's pace and it was quickly frustrating Nick. Queen of the Forsaken or not, he was tired of this haughty elf pushing his buttons. Placing his hand on her lower back, he pushed her down and forced her to pick up the pace. An excited smile crept onto Sylvanas' face, her head now lowered and her wispy blonde hair obscuring her features. This wasn't enough, not for either of them. The hand on her lower back seemed to grow, and she could feel sharp nails push against her skin as the hand moved to grasp her by the waist. The Dark Lady knew what happened before she even turned her head to face him. At last she was going to get what she desired. In the blink of an eye Sylvanas was picked up and forced onto her hands and knees. She was ecstatic and quickly eased into the position, spreading her legs and supporting herself on her forearms. Looking back, she locked eyes with the hulking worgen positioned behind her. The reason she summoned the man now stood behind her like a sex god, radiating sexual energy that caused butterflies to fill her stomach. Though physically different, she could tell just from it's eyes that it was Nick and not just some crazed beast. Black fur covered his muscular body and though they were of similar height moments prior, he now easily towered over her. His manhood, already large before, was now massive even by the Dark Lady's standards. She often satisfied herself with orcs or tauren but whether or not it was the angle she gazed from or the fire burning within her loins, to Sylvanas it seemed like the biggest she had ever seen. With a lick of the lips and an instinctual push of her ass towards the worgen, she ducked her head.
"Do your worst."
***
It was an open challenge, issued like a general commands a soldier. In this moment Sylvanas wanted nothing more than to be fucked stupid by the colossal worgen. Not long had the words left her mouth when Nick's long, rough tongue sent a shiver down her spine. He lapped at her dripping pussy like a thirsty dog, sending Sylvanas into a fit as she gasped and squealed. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered wildly and she pushed back against her lover's invading tongue, desperate for more. The worgen, satisfied with her taste and eager to rut her, got into position behind her. His enormous shaft rubbed up against her sloppy cunt and her feminine abs, causing the elf to inhale sharply as another bolt of excitement shot up her spine. A furred hand pushed down on her upper back. It was forceful but not violent, and Sylvanas submitted to the gesture, laying down with her ass high in the air and her large breasts pressed against the bed.
With one hand locked around the banshee's thin waist and the other around his cock, Nick lined himself up with her pussy and slammed it home. Sylvanas' head shot up, her eyes wide as saucers. An undignified grunt burst from her lips and without thinking she moved to get back up onto her forearms. She was immediately pushed back down and made no further attempt to get up. The butterflies in her stomach disappeared and in their place was that of an explosion. Her body shook, her thick booty jiggled and her ears snapped back against her head as she came around the worgen's cock. Stars flashed in her eyes and her feminine juices squirted out onto the bed, dirtying the sheets even further. Just one thrust of the worgen's cock was all it took to reduce Sylvanas to that of a quivering mess and just one harsh slap on the ass was all it took to bring her back to her senses. Still balls deep within the elf, her lover spoke for the first time since transforming.
"Been that long, eh?" Nick's voice came out as a growl thanks to his feral transformation. Finding the Dark Lady's squeezable ass simply irresistable, he kept one furry hand on it after spanking it so he could grip and knead at it.
"Just fuck me," Sylvanas barked, voice shaky as she recovered from her mind blowing orgasm. Her long ears slowly returned to their normal positions as if they had a mind of their own.
Face down ass up and still twitching from her orgasm as she was, Sylvanas was not very intimidating. Never-the-less, Nick obliged her. Pulling back so that only his bulbous cockhead remained inside of her, he went back in for round two. This time Sylvanas was prepared for every inch of the worgen's massive cock, but even though she steeled herself she couldn't help but let out a vulgar grunt when it came knocking against her cervix. A few more toe curling thrusts came in quick succession, almost bringing the elf to another quaking orgasm had she not already acclimated to his powerful cock. Sylvanas gritted her teeth and buried her face in the sheets, letting out a husky moan as the worgen rutted into her like a wild animal. He was the alpha and she was the bitch, but that's exactly how she liked it. She had even asked for it. His manhood filled her utterly and stretched her purple pussy more than it had been in a very long time.
"I see now why Lady Proudmoore fancies this mutt," she thought. It was hard to concentrate or form words with her worgen lover working her pussy like a jackhammer. Another harsh slap—this one more akin to a strike—left a searing handprint on her right ass cheek. She lifted her head and glared back at him, annoyed that she enjoyed him spanking her so much.
Nick paid no heed to the Dark Lady's heated gaze and instead opted to take further control over the situation. His left hand reached forward and bundled her silvery-blonde locks together, only a few wisps of hair managing to slip through his sharp claws. He yanked backwards as if pulling on the reigns of a horse, forcing Sylvanas' head back and upwards at an awkward angle. She grunted fiercely and gripped tightly the sheets of her bed, not at all seeming to mind the rough treatment. In fact she seemed to enjoy it, her pussy squeezing tighter around his cock as she was manhandled. Sylvanas remained laid out submissively before the worgen, tits smooshed against the bed and her ass raised high in the air. Nick's hips beat a steady rhythm against her, the "plap plap plap" sound of that thick elven booty smacking into him music to his furry ears. Gazing down, the sight of her sexy body was a sight for sore eyes.The Dark Lady's back muscles were rock hard, sweaty and tensed up like a strung bow as she withstood the beast's assault upon her body. Every thrust sent waves rippling across her delicious blueberry butt and her normally pristine cheeks were marred by light scratches and handprints.
"That's it," she snarled. "Destroy my pussy!" Sylvanas' sharp elven fangs were bared as she happily took all of the punishment the worgen could dish out. For a queen she certainly liked it rough.
Nick didn't need to be told twice. He wanted nothing more than to fuck Sylvanas until she could no longer walk straight and judging by her shaking legs and sopping cunt he was doing a superb job of it. In his frenzy he couldn't help but drool onto her back as he drilled into her but she made no indication that she cared or even noticed. Reaffirming that he was in control, Nick used the makeshift reins of her hair to shake her blonde head from side to side, testing the limits of what he was allowed to get away with. Sylvanas grunted but said nothing. She was absolutely content with being treated like a common whore so long as she was fucked like one. Realizing this, Nick pulled back hard on her silky locks and in one mind shattering thrust slammed it into the Banshee Queen's helpless cunt. A moan more akin to a shout burst out of her mouth and past her violet lips. Immediately pulling out for a second thrust, Nick relaxed his hold on her hair before once again yanking backwards and filling her full of dick. Another moan louder than the last was knocked out of her and her nails shredded the bedding she was clutching at like a life raft. Sylvanas' tight elven pussy wasn't made for such a monstrous cock and despite her best efforts a third and final thrust sent her eyes rocketing straight up into her head. A passionate screech pierced through the air and assaulted his ears. It wasn't one of her normal banshee screams designed to kill but it was painful none-the-less. He growled in pain but didn't let go of her hair until she was finally finished cumming on his dick and spraying her juices all over the sheets again. Without his support her head dropped back down onto the bed and her red eyes rolled back down from within her skull shortly after. Her eyes foggy and her well fucked body lifeless save for the occasional post-orgasmic twitch, Nick gave her ass another blistering slap to snap her back to reality. She would be no fun half-conscious.
"I'm not finished yet," he growled. His hands gripped her ass possessively, claws pricking her skin and unintentionally drawing droplets of blood.
Sylvanas cleared her throat and repositioned herself on her forearms for more stability, her back still arched and her ass presented like an offering.
"Proceed," she said, her voice calm and regal as if she hadn't just came her brains out moments prior. Her pussy was still stuffed full of worgen cock and she eagerly pushed back against his furry hips. She was hungry for more.
Nick was impressed, the Dark Lady took dick exceptionally well. Most women would be too sore or too tired to continue but here she was wiggling her ass and practically begging for more. It made sense at least, her body was toned and yet deliciously curvy in all the right places. Sylvanas Windrunner was built for sex, she knew it and now so did he.
Wasting no further time, Nick moved his hands up from the Banshee Queen's thick booty and grabbed her by the hips, locking his thumbs within her dimples of Venus. With a few quick thrusts, the worgen got back to work conquering Sylvanas' snug pussy. Moans immediately graced his ears, and the more he fucked her the more intense they became. Another half dozen thrusts and she cried out a curse in a language he didn't understand—Thalassian presumably. The profanity continued as he pounded her pussy and stretched it to the shape of his massive shaft. Her insides clung to him and struggled to wring his cock like one might wring a wet rag. More unintelligible elven babble spilled from her lips. He briefly relaxed his hold on her waist and landed a series of ear cracking spanks on her behind, his left hand still on her waist and grinding her onto his dick. Sylvanas grunted, the pleasure in her loins making it hard to admonish him. Then again, did she really want to?
"You beast," she hissed. It sounded like more of a compliment than anything.
"That's better," he replied, finally understanding the words coming out of her mouth.
Nick returned both hands to her hips and resumed dicking down the blue elf. Her booty clapped and jiggled against him and his thumbs on her dimples framed every rippling wave along her ass like a picture. The Banshee Queen's pussy worked his cock just as he worked her, struggling to milk him for all he was worth. He could only last so long however, and he felt himself getting closer and closer to release. His knot swelled, slowly growing larger until it knocked unexpectantly against Sylvanas' dripping cunt. Her eyes narrowed and then widened when she realized what it was. Of course he had a knot, it only made sense. She licked her juicy lips in anticipation, almost—but not quite—ashamed that she was so looking forward to being knotted.
The worgen's knot beat against Sylvanas' pussy, teasing her clit and making her moan like a true bitch in heat. It grew larger and larger, and with every thrust Sylvanas hoped he would slam it into her. She longed for it secretly but said nothing to her impressive lover. Nick on the other hand wasn't in a rush. The Banshee Queen would be knotted but not before he was good and ready. In the meantime she would have to deal with the tantalizing pleasure of having it slap against her sweltering pussy. He didn't think she would mind very much.
And so they continued like animals, Nick rutting into her until the veiled sun dipped into the horizon. He was like a machine, designed only to please this beautiful elven queen lying in submission before him. Yet in reality he spared not a thought towards her pleasure or anything else for that matter. He acted on instinct alone, fucking her with a primal force that curled her toes and caused her body to shake with orgasm after orgasm. Sylvanas was largely the same, her mind a foggy mess devoid of coherent thought. The worgen had already fucked her brains out long ago, and so she laid with her head down, bright red eyes shining in the darkening room as she listened to the sounds of her body being used. Ages past without a word being spoken and yet the room was anything but silent. Nick's haggard panting, Sylvanas' lustful moans, the clap of her ass and the wet slapping of his knot against her well fucked pussy turned the former Ranger-General's room into what sounded like a whorehouse. It was enough to make a priestess blush—or to make a preening raven perched on the balcony take off with a squawk after hearing a husky, long drawn out moan from the befuddled Dark Lady. The expensive red bedding within reach of her sharp nails was shredded and torn to pieces, a victim of her sex crazed hysteria. Her platinum hair, usually silky and prim under her hood, was in disarray. It fell out of place around her, tangled and obscuring her face. Strands of it clung to her back, sticky with the worgen's saliva that he had been inadvertently raining down upon her since they began.
Sylvanas had complimented Nick's stamina before, but she was even more impressed now. She didn't know if it was the man or his "curse" but he was unrelenting in his assault upon her body. The thrusts never ceased as her lover drilled what must have been miles of dick into her oversexed body. She didn't know how many times she had came. Hell, she didn't have the capacity to even keep track anymore. The knot smacking against her had ensured that much. For a thousand years she had slept in this room like normal and now here she was getting pounded by some kind of enormous wolf man on the very bed she used to sleep in. The thought almost made her laugh as Nick treated her to another helping of worgen dick. It had been decades since she had slept, but from what she could recall this certainly beat sleeping.
A predatory growl erupted from Nick as he gazed down at the Banshee Queen's body like she was prey. She was drenched in sweat and, thanks to him, had lacerations as well as hand prints all over the thick blue cheeks of her ass. Her elven pussy clung to him like a wet shirt, lips stretched around his shaft as her body struggled to milk the cum from his cock. Sylvanas Windrunner didn't look very regal, but if there was a queenly way to have sex she knew not of it. Occasionally she would throw her ass back against him, fucking herself on his manhood until Nick decided she had had enough control and held her still so he could get back to work rutting into her like an animal. She liked a man who took what he wanted.
Nick was reaching his limit. Worgen or not his stamina—and his patience—were not unlimited. His bright red knot swelled to it's largest size possible and it finally threatened to push into her. Sylvanas was nothing but delighted when she felt it's bulk push into her.
"Is this what you want?" Nick's gravely voice boomed behind her.
"Yeees!" Her response came out as a desperate groan.
"You want to be my bitch?" His hands found purchase on her ass again, squeezing her cheeks and spreading them so he could view her violet colored asshole, pristine and unused.
"Yes! Make me your bitch! Fucking knot me!" Sylvanas was practically delirious as she begged. Not a good look for the Dark Lady, but thankfully no one was watching.
If Sylvanas was delirious then Nick was rabid. He wanted nothing more than to fill her elven womb full of spunk, and so in one mighty thrust he slammed the entirety of his knot into her sweltering pussy. Nick howled as he at last knotted the fearsome Banshee Queen. His hands squeezed her booty tight as he unloaded his balls within her, flooding her womb and the entirety of her sweltering hole. Sylvanas shrieked as he did this, her head buried in the sheets so as to muffle herself. Her banshee screams could be fatal and she had no desire to injure her superb lover. A flock of crows on a nearby tree took flight at the noise, and a dark, ghostly mist surrounded her as a powerful orgasm rocked her body. She tried to hold back her banshee form and as a result the mist wasn't as thick as normal, but in the midst of a rapturous orgasm it was hard to control herself. Her body convulsed as she squirted onto the bed, long elven ears flat against the sides of her head. Sylvanas felt like she was going to pass out from the pleasure that was coursing through her body like electricity. She remained conscious however, though her legs felt numb around her thick thighs.
Other than her involuntary shaking, the Dark Lady didn't move an inch. She remained with her face buried in the beautiful red sheets, mind blank and content with allowing Nick to pump her full of every last drop of his potent cum. He filled her up completely, sighing contentedly and admiring his handiwork. The queen of the Forsaken had challenged him to do his worst and now she lie face down, knotted and fucked stupid. He was proud of himself and he had a good feeling that she was too.
They basked in their post orgasmic state, quiet and unmoving. Neither had many thoughts other than how great the other was. Sylvanas dearly hoped he would accept her proposal. She could use more of this in her life, or unlife as it were.
"So," the Dark Lady finally broke the silence, her head turned so as to look back at the worgen playing with her ass like a child played with toys. "How long are we to be attached like this for?"
"About half an hour, give or take."
"A small price to pay, I suppose." She let out a sigh before changing the subject. "Have you given any thought to my proposal?"
Nick scratched his head as he pondered the question. The letter Anya had given him spoke as if he would constantly be on her beck and call with little freedom of his own. For someone as free spirited as himself, being joined at the hip to someone was a bit of a deal breaker. Then again—his eyes drifted down to admire the gorgeous elf beneath him—the benefits of such an arrangement were certainly tempting. Sylvanas could practically hear the gears turning in his head.
"I don't want to be your servant," he finally replied after careful deliberation.
"A servant? I can assure you I have no need of a servant. Think of it as a partnership—a mutually beneficial relationship. You will accompany me wherever I go, be it Lordaeron, Quel'thalas or even Orgrimmar, that is all."
"And fuck?" It was an important question.
"Of course." She looked amused, as if surprised the question even needed to be asked. "And your autonomy will be your own."
"If it is as you say and I am free to do as I please, then I accept your proposal." Nick couldn't see the harm in having the Banshee Queen as a fuck buddy and there was no cause for her to deceive him. After all, his worth to her lied solely within the knot currently buried inside of her cum filled pussy.
"I'm glad." Her ears perked up slightly upon hearing his response. She wasn't lying, it would be a shame to have such a valuable asset slip through her fingers.
"You make it hard to say no." Nick chuckled, an odd sound coming from a giant wolf man. Stuck as he was within the elf, he preoccupied himself by playing with her thoroughly abused rear end. Sylvanas didn't mind, it had been ages since she had been dicked down so exquisitely and, with her proposal accepted, there would be a lot more where that came from. And so she let him have his fun, resting her head on her arms with her eyes closed. His claws left more scratches on her but she ignored the pain—the lacerations would heal, it wasn't an issue. Occasionally the worgen tried to disengage from her, his knot pulling on her insides and causing her loins to tingle anew.
"By the time it's out I'll be ready for more," Sylvanas mused to herself, biting her lip as Nick tugged backwards again.
A valuable asset indeed.