Tirisfal was a cold shell of a land gripped by dense fog and dotted with gnarled trees that stuck out like old, yellowed bones. Gray grass crept across rolling hills and desiccated plains, and the sky, as dark and gloomy as what lay beneath, hung overhead. Silence reigned, but was challenged by a harsh scream followed by the fretful squawking of a raven launching itself out of a tree and taking flight. It passed over a single, solitary carriage, halted in the middle of a run-down road that was half dirt, half cobblestone. Excluding the driver, there were two people outside it.
"You still won't tell me where we're going?" Nick asked.
"Ungh... Fuck!" Sylvanas flipped her blonde hair over a shoulder and dug her nails into the wood of the carriage door. She ignored the question, or perhaps didn't hear it over the sound of the worgen's hips drumming a steady beat against her jiggling ass. She was bent over at a near ninety degree angle, her shapely legs spread wide, her pussy drooling as her monstrous lover pummeled it from behind.
"I don't see what the big deal is," he continued rather absentmindedly, watching as the Banshee Queen's pussy desperately clung to his member with each thrust. A handful of strokes more and the muscles in Sylvanas' back tensed and her cunt constricted around his tool in a spasm that had her shamelessly milking his cock. Her orgasm was accompanied by a shriek louder than the last, splitting the silence of the forest like a death knell. Nick squeezed the supple cheeks of her ass, kneading it between his fingers, and kept on pumping.
"Stop asking. You'll find out when we get there," Sylvanas finally said after calming down, her words a little unsteady as she was rocked forward with each thrust.
Nick sighed but didn't press any further. He fucked another orgasm out of her and then followed suit with one of his own. Not wanting to ride with a cunt full of cum, Sylvanas dropped to her knees before he exploded, devouring every drop of cream from his balls then taking a minute to suck him clean. Once finished, his crimson-hued girth popped free from her lips, good as new, and when he slapped it a couple times against her chin she stood up and got dressed.
When they were back inside the plush confines of the deceptively large carriage, Sylvanas signaled to the driver and then leaned back with her arms folded and one leg crossed over a knee. He sat down next to her, slouching in his seat slightly so that his head didn't brush the roof.
"Can you at least tell me how long it'll take to get there?"
"Hmm..." There was a mirror in her hand. She used it to quickly touch up her hair and purple-black lipstick. "Around a day, I suppose."
"You suppose?" he asked, a little too sharply.
"Watch your tone," she said, but there was no bite to her voice, only vague disinterest. Her attention was focused on the dreary Tirisfal scenery outside her window.
"I should have brought a book." He glanced about the carriage and found nothing. "I don't suppose you have one?" She shook her head, clearly not desiring to engage in conversation. "Well fine, if you don't want to talk I will."
"I'd rather you didn't," she said, not bothering to look at him.
"I will. Maybe I'll even sing."
"I'll kick you out of this carriage," she threatened, but it was a hollow gesture. Whatever reason there was for this trip, he was part of it.
"Sit on my lap and I'll be quiet."
"No."
They argued back and forth for a hot minute before he began to sing. She was on his lap before he could finish the first line of the first verse.
Her shoulder pads were a bit of a bother, but it was worth it just to feel her ass in his lap, bouncing with every bump in the road. He was hard soon enough, and he grinded up into her, his hands on her thighs and his breath on her neck. For a while she ignored him, but at some point she began to get into it. She was not as overtly crude as he, but she took to rubbing against his groin, fitting his erect cock between the curves of her ass cheeks, rocking and bouncing in an exaggerated fashion with every bump of the carriage. It wasn't long before he couldn't take it anymore.
He moved to get up but Sylvanas stopped him.
"Wait," she said, turning and slinking onto the floor between his legs. She peeled back her hood, freeing her gilded hair and long elven ears. She settled herself on her knees, getting comfortable, then reached out to grip him by the base with one hand, stroking up, then down. His cock was already lubed with pre-cum, a striking red pillar of worgen meat that she eyed with great hunger, and soon the wet sound of her hand massaging his tool filled the luxurious carriage. She fucked her hand upon his shaft with quick strokes, ensuring that he was utterly and completely hard before she eagerly took him into her mouth.
Her lips were soft and full, painted a purple so dark they were nearly black, and as they wrapped around his tip he let loose a deep and satisfied groan. For a brief moment her tongue snaked about him, seeking his slit, teasing at it, then her head lowered, sinking down, further and further. Sylvanas throated him inch by inch, slowly but easily, until the entirety of his canine appendage had disappeared down her throat, devoured in whole by the gratifying expertise of the Dark Lady.
There was a wiggling of her tongue, and then she lowered herself further towards the floor, inclining her head so that she was looking up at him with those bright red eyes that were so accustomed to striking fear into her enemies. His cock angled down into her gullet, and he almost blew his load from this sight alone; but he kept his balls in check and signaled for her to continue with a light hand atop her head. She did so, retracting his length from her mouth with clinging lips before slurping him down again, purposefully noisy and going as fast as she could in the position she was in. The carriage was still moving at full speed, but Sylvanas throated him like she was born to do so, gradually sating her hunger for worgen dick with every thrust of her head and lick of her tongue, sucking his cock with gratuitous fervor and a trickling stream of spit.
It was amazing to him how a woman of her pedigree and deadly reputation could be found in such a mundanely feminine position upon her knees. He'd seen her bark orders to subordinates and play politics with other races, slay foes with hatred in her eyes and a smile on her lips, but the contrast between such cold intelligence, such lethal animosity, and the way she now so greedily sucked upon his cock was too much to bear. Sylvanas was a cock-crazed, cum-addicted slut, and he gave her what she wanted with a yell that shook the trees.
His thighs enclosed around her head as he shouted his release, and the hand atop her head tightened, grabbing at her hair, her skull, as he came with a great torrent of sticky batter. Sylvanas took it all as casually as one might breathe or sip water from a glass, the muscles in her throat working to swallow every drop of cum dredged up from the worgen's mighty balls.
He held her there between his legs for some time, spurting great heaping loads of sperm directly into her stomach, so much so that even he was surprised, especially considering the fact that he had only an hour or so prior relieved himself. Eventually however, his balls ceased production. One last shot of cum into the Dark Lady's cream-filled stomach and he sighed, head dropping contentedly back against the seat. Sylvanas had sucked every last drop out of him, at least for the time being.
Withdrawing his wet and sticky cock from her mouth, he rested it upon her face, her long ears framing it like wings. Normally she would not tolerate such disrespect, but at times like these, when her pussy was dripping wet and he could smell her arousal as easily as the coastal air, she afforded him the pleasurable luxury of using her as he saw fit.
So she remained where she was upon the floor, content for the time being to allow his heavy girth to rest atop her face. It was hot, heavy, and sticky, an angry red pillar against her cool blue skin. It ruffled her eyebrows and smeared her features with their combined juices, rolling down the sides of her nose like rain. Meanwhile, the carriage continued on, its driver wholeheartedly unconcerned and uncaring as to what was occurring inside. When Nick recovered, and it didn't take very long, he stood up, his cock sliding off her and leaving a wet trail.
He needed to fuck her, to be balls-deep in that tight elven cunt, or banshee cunt, or whatever it was. Their eyes met, and one look was all it took for her to understand. She ordered the carriage to draw rein, and when they stepped outside, into the same chilled gloom and thick fog as before, they stripped.
She blended into the fog, with her clear blue skin that bordered on pale silver, but her eyes stood out as fiery red beacons in the haze of gray that smothered Tirisfal Glades. He became aware of the fact that they'd made decent progress since their last stop. The forest was denser now, the air more suffocating, as if it carried upon it a sickness that infected the earth itself. A gust of wind soughed through the brittle trees, and he could almost make out what sounded like hurried footsteps, running now, in the far off distance. The great skeletal horses leading the carriage ignored it, and so did he.
He hefted Sylvanas and took her with her back against the carriage, her breasts jiggling frantically and her legs wrapped securely around his waist. He speared into her, hips pumping, his hand around her throat and her arms thrown around his neck. Her pussy fit him like a glove, stretched wide and gushing around his member. The wooden carriage rattled, the horses snorted irritably, his balls slapped up against her ass, and the wet sound of their joining echoed into the evening until it was eclipsed by a satisfied shriek.
The sound of Sylvanas cumming on his cock traveled far, and though her pussy clamped and rippled around him, his orgasm did not yet come. No less fast or hard than before, he continued to pump her at a steady pace, his eyes locked on hers.
She carried within her fearsome eyes a look of proud defiance despite the compromising position she was in. Her lip was curled in a snarl, her teeth bared and displaying her sharp elven canines. The Dark Lady was a woman of cool control and mature elegance, but in bed or in combat she was an animal. She took dick with a fierce, almost masochistic desire to have her body ruined and her mind emptied of anything but pleasure.
Nick would give her that, because if there was anything Sylvanas was weak to it was cock, specifically his. That was why she liked him. That was why she kept him.
He tightened his grip around her throat and thrust again.
***
"What is that insufferable noise?"
High Inquisitor Sally Whitemane tapped her staff against the floor in a fit of anger and stood up. The chair she was seated upon clattered backwards with the unappealing sound of wood on wood. She strode across the study, threw open the door and repeated herself, yelling this time: "What is that insufferable noise?!"
There was a hurried shuffling down the graystone hallway, and a bearded sergeant soon emerged from a nearby room. He jogged to her, his chainmail clinking and his white-and-red Scarlet Crusade tabard flapping. "We're not sure yet, Your Radiance. It sounds like a banshee, but like I said, we aren't sure."
"What do you know?" she snapped.
"It's gotten closer in the past hour, and there's a carriage outside near the Monastery. A rather large one, at that."
"Are you waiting for an invitation, then? Why don't you go out there and find out who or what it is?"
"The men—" He hesitated, his body language becoming nervous. "—they're scared. They can't get close without turning tail and running. Jordan says there's some kind of aura emanating from the driver."
"Jordan is the dumbest son of a bitch in this Monastery," she huffed, already stomping off to her upstairs quarters.
"Ma'am?" he called after her, his eyes focused upon the partially concealed, almost bare cheeks of her ass undulating with every step she took.
"I'll take care of it myself."
Whitemane moved upstairs and into her room, leaving her door open as she rummaged through her things. Given the territory, and the otherworldly aspect of the shrieks, it would be unwise not to utilize an undead resistance scroll. She unrolled one, muttered the words necessary, and gasped as the effect washed over her. If she ended up needing to battle, it would compliment her own Light abilities.
Tossing the used scroll upon her desk, she was about to reach for a clarity potion when another scream traveled up the Monastery walls and rattled her ears. Her bedroom was higher up than her study was, but it had a window that allowed the sound to come right through. She moved towards the opening and peeked outside.
The day was melting into the evening now, but despite this and the blanket of fog, she easily spotted the carriage. It was less than a furlong away, right outside her window. She could see four horses of an inky black color and sturdy build at the forefront. Their bones showed through various gaps in their partially decayed flesh, but the four-legged abominations seemed to suffer not from it.
The driver she could not ascertain the whereabouts of, as a thick, choking cloud that looked like the nearby fog obfuscated the driver's box. How the driver could see she did not know, but the question was quickly discarded as her eyes drifted only a short distance a ways from the carriage. There was a duo there within the fog, a horrible monster of a man with black fur and yellow eyes, as well as a blue-skinned woman with blonde hair and eyes like hot fire. She could see them clearly, and as she noticed them, she came to realize that the other woman had already noticed her. A smile lit the woman's face, tiny in the distance, but Whitemane couldn't help but shiver.
They'd dealt with apparitions and the undead before, but never quite like this. The distant yet too close woman was bent over a gravestone, her obviously lush body rocking as the monster behind her—a worgen by the looks of it—humped into her, battering her body and shoving her forward with each stroke. It was obscene, but the bliss upon the woman's face was obvious, and as Whitemane watched, a clarity of recognition passed over her. She was an elf, with blue skin and red eyes, her face wickedly beautiful. Who else could it be but Sylvanas Windrunner?
But no. Here? Getting pounded from behind by a worgen of all things? The ghosts of the land must be playing tricks on her, that was all. A play of sorts, for her viewing pleasure alone. The concern etched onto Whitemane's face dissolved, replaced by an enticed smirk. She pulled up a chair and sat down, opening the window and giving the ghosts a friendly wave. The worgen didn't seem to notice, or care, but not-Sylvanas smiled back. With the window open Whitemane could hear them now, the beast's grunts, the woman's spectral moans, the steady clapping of her ass, and the wet squelching of his balls against her pussy disturbing the uneasy silence of the forest.
"This is quite the show," she murmured, slipping a hand between her now spread legs and pushing aside her underwear. "It's not everyday you get to see the Dark Lady rutted by a worgen."
Whitemane's lips parted with a moan as she began to touch herself, rubbing along her slit then cupping her mound and dipping two fingers inside of her pussy. The snow white hair of her landing strip brushed against her palm, and when she traced her clit she gasped, growing more frantic with her fingering. In the distance, phantom Sylvanas and her hairy partner changed positions. The elf was being held up now with her back against the worgen's chest, bent in half with her feet above her head and the beast's hands gripping at her skull; but her eyes were still on Whitemane's. The man bounced her atop his cock, a large red obelisk Whitemane couldn't help but admire. She could see it pistoning in and out, stretching Sylvanas' pussy to a degree that made her envious.
"Lucky bitch," she whined, biting into her lower lip and digging her fingers into her soaking cunt. She was close, and so was the Dark Lady.
A scream like she'd earlier heard rippled forth, and as Sylvanas came, so did she, her breaths quick and ragged, her fingers rubbing her clit in a frenzy. Her vision blanked for half a second, and when her climax floated by her fingers were dripping, her mouth panting.
"I needed that," she said with a contented sigh. Her attention turned back to the two ghosts by the carriage. They were standing now, conversing with each other and stealing glances up towards her window. She closed it. "Thanks for the show, but I've duties to attend to now."
Standing up and smoothing her clothes, she moved the chair back to where it belonged, fiddled with some things on her desk, and moved to exit the room. The letters in her study wouldn't write themselves.
There was a click from behind her, followed by the foreboding sound of window frames creaking open. She stopped in her tracks, the tiny hairs on the back of her neck standing at attention as a cool draft rustled its way through the room.
"Hello," a voice seductive as silk called.
Whitemane spun on her crimson heels, eyes wide and a curse on her breath.
Sylvanas stood there in her room by the window, tall, imposing, hair understandably disheveled from the dicking the worgen had given her. Naked. She stepped forward.
"Sally, is it?" She spoke with a husky, spectral tone that was otherworldly. There was a blackish mist like smoke about her, but it faded into the solidity of her figure.
"You... You're a ghost," she said, tightening her grip on her staff and taking a step backwards toward the door.
Sylvanas' head cocked ever so slightly, her lips twisting into a smirk that revealed one of her fangs. "Banshee." She gestured nonchalantly with her hand. "Queen of them, in fact."
Whitemane felt a bead of cold sweat run down the side of her face. The real Sylvanas was here—and had been out there, getting fucked by a worgen while she watched and masturbated to it. Her cheeks reddened.
"I'm leaving." Flustered, she moved to turn around, but hadn't the time to do more than lift a foot before the door closed behind her, a purplish tendril of smoke dissipating in the air near her. She swallowed and lifted her eyes to Sylvanas'. "What do you want?"
"The question is: What do you want?"
"I don't understand."
"We both know what you were doing up here while I was down there," Sylvanas said with a smile. "You were touching yourself while I was getting fucked. Deep and hard, by a cock that's better than anything you've ever had."
Whitemane was frightened, but more than that, she was embarrassed. "I thought..."
"You thought his cock looked delicious," Sylvanas cut in. "Would you like to try him out?"
Was she actually suggesting...?
"What do you mean?"
The Dark Lady rolled her eyes. "Would you like him to fuck you until you need that staff to walk?"
Whitemane could feel a longing pulse between her legs. She tried to ignore it.
"I'm not some harlot! I just..."
A rocky scuttling came from outside the window. She glanced at it from over Sylvanas' shoulder and gasped as the head and furry black torso of a wolf appeared within its frame. Not a wolf, but rather the worgen, had climbed up while they were talking. He let himself in and stood beside Sylvanas. She didn't even glance at him.
He was huge, with a dark coat of fur and keen yellow eyes that trailed up and down her body unabashedly, inspecting her like a fine meal. Muscles rolled beneath the sheen of his fur, and between his legs hung the object that she had admired from afar, now so near and notably masculine. She wouldn't think of the word "scarlet" quite the same ever again.
"Is that a yes?" Sylvanas asked, amused, but losing her patience.
Whitemane flicked her eyes back and forth between elf and worgen. She nodded slowly.
"Yes."
***
Nick probably should have been more careful when he lunged at the priestess, but his blood was hot and his balls were aching. He pushed her onto the bed, the smell of her arousal driving him into a frenzy, and then ripped apart the thin strip of fabric concealing her nethers. She gasped, but her shock transformed into a surprised yet welcoming moan when he parted her legs and licked up her pretty pink slit.
Whitemane was already exceptionally wet, her pale thighs flushed red and her legs voluntarily spreading wider for him. His nostrils blew hot air against her, making her shiver, and then he resumed tasting her, his tongue pressed flat against her sex. Long, slow laps against her pussy had her moaning immediately, continuously. His tongue parted her wetness, glazed her clit, and in less than sixty seconds she was crying out with an orgasm that shook the entirety of her slender body.
She was ready. With a quick swipe of his claws he tore a hole in her chest piece, freeing the soft, milky white breasts beneath. They were each an admirable handful and topped by little pink nubs that looked delicious against her alabaster skin. He gave them a quick squeeze, bent to lick her nipples, then grabbed her by the legs and scooted her closer so that her heels rested on his shoulders. Her legs were angled straight up at the ceiling now, while the tip of his cock nestled against her pussy. She bit her lip in anticipation, looking like a high-class slut in her little red cap, red thigh highs, and torn outfit. He slid the head of his cock through her folds, coating himself in her fluids, then pushed.
It was only a couple inches, and once he was hitched he leaned forward upon her much smaller body, sinking deeper and deeper. His hands, now grasping the underside of her knees, forced her legs back until she was folded with her legs pushed up and over her head on either side. Her red painted mouth was wide open, taking short gasps of air and uttering sharp cries as he filled her.
"Light, that's big," she mewled, and he could tell that she loved it.
Slowly, almost torturously, his immense girth stretched her delicate pussy, aided by the copious lubricant of her juices. She was tight, but also wholly unaccustomed to the size of his prick. Her body trembled and went taut beneath him, his hands gripping her tightly by the ankles now, while her pussy gripped him tightly about the cock.
"Fuuck." Whitemane groaned and threw her head back against the pillow when he managed to fit half of his length inside of her. Her pussy was yielding to him slowly, but it clung greedily to his scarlet hued girth, contracting now and then as the throbbing sensation of an orgasm threatened her, building up but not quite reaching the peak. She lifted her head to watch him, looking up at his face almost adoringly before focusing her gaze on the lewd sight of the worgen's thick, inhuman cock slowly disappearing inside of her little cunt.
Nick hummed a barely audible growl, his grip on her ankles tightening, his hips rolling into her and pressing forward more forcefully. He was over halfway inside of her now, and with just one good thrust he hilted himself to the root, the tip of his cock creating a bump on the High Inquisitor's tiny stomach. He groaned in satisfaction, ignoring her little yelp and grinding himself against her, enjoying the velvety tightness of her pussy and the way his balls hugged her upturned ass.
" 'Not a harlot' she says." Sylvanas sat down on the bed next to Whitemane, her tone mocking, bordering on laughter. "You should see yourself right now, Sally. Hell, what if your champion saw you?"
Whitemane didn't have it in her to argue. "It's so good," she breathed, reaching behind her to grip the headboard. "Keep going."
Nick did just that, retracting his length from her insides, all the way to his pointed tip, then hitting it back home. He was slow at first, but every balls-deep thrust had the slutty priestess mewling, and eventually his strokes became more than just slow, they became furious. Rapid thrusts had her grunting and groaning, gasping for air as it was punched out of her lungs by the massive worgen meat slamming her pussy, hammering it with deep, measured strokes and turning it into a sopping mess. He stretched and molded it to the shape of his cock, his huge body of fur and muscles slamming into her lush but tiny figure, making the bed creak dangerously and her big tits jiggle up and down, up and down.
Whitemane held onto the headboard as if by divine mandate, her pussy spasming, her mouth open with a constant stream of moans and profanity. One of her heels flew off and skittered across the floor, strands of hair clung to her sweaty brow, but her tall chapeau remained stubbornly atop her head, bouncing with every stroke but not quite falling off. Overall she took being brutally mating pressed by a huge worgen surprisingly well, impressing even the Dark Lady who raised an eyebrow and made crude guesses as to how experienced she was, inquiring as to whether or not she'd had troll or orcs lovers before; but the priestess said nothing. She only continued to squeal and squirt, her body straining under the on-off weight of the worgen pounding into her, her existence relegated to being nothing but his temporary cock-sleeve.
Nick was relentless in his mission, deep-dicking the High Inquisitor through a number of orgasms that had her eyes rolling and her pussy trembling. She gushed and gushed, her clit throbbing, her ass cheeks red from his heavy balls spanking against them. The bed rattled, Sylvanas laughed, and every wet, sloppy stroke of his canine cock into her cunt had him nearing his own climax. The room was inundated with the sounds of it all, but mostly the echoing slap slap slap of his body against hers, fur on skin, groin against groin, a lewd melody as he broke her in and fucked her silly.
His breath came out fast, his hairy hips a blur as he worked the busty priestess into an over-fucked mess, and with a climactic howl he finally unloaded inside of her, glazing her ruined pussy with an abundance of hot sticky cream that flooded her insides and invaded her womb.
"Oh Light!" she cried, her pussy constricting around him. "Oooh Light!" Her body went taut, her knuckles white from the force of her grip about the headboard, her eyes slingshotted up into her skull and her hips canted up to meet his, welcoming the torrent of worgen seed being drained into her cunt.
Nick held her legs up, splaying them wide and watching her well stretched pussy take every last drop of his cum. When he was totally spent, he gave her a few more farewell thrusts before pulling out, unleashing a deluge of thick, viscous jizz that trickled from her gaping pussy and coalesced upon the bed. He chugged air, and couldn't help but admire his handiwork. Her sex was swollen red, her legs shook, her chest rose and fell with laborious breaths, and the thin little strip of white hair atop her mound was disheveled with thick globs of semen. He'd fucked the High Inquisitor well and truly silly, and for her sake he hoped she knew a contraceptive spell.
Sylvanas patted Whitemane on the cheek, eliciting a pathetic moan from the woman. "We didn't quite finish what we started outside," she said, channeling her gaze on Nick.
He gestured towards the bed space next to Whitemane. "Over here, then."
Sylvanas climbed over the broken priestess and settled on her hands and knees beside her. She lowered the upper half of her body towards the bed, her back arching so that her ass was raised high in the air. Her legs were long and toned, her thighs muscled, her glutes equally fit, but an abundantly healthy layer of meat covered her ass cheeks, making her ass stand out on her athletic frame. It was abnormally large, wonderfully round, bouncingly bubbly, or, put simply: perfectly fat.
He positioned himself behind her and gripped the meaty cheeks of her ass. Like soft cushions, his fingers sank into her cheeks, spilling between his digits and filling his hands with Sylvanas' thick rear end. He spread them apart as he admired the sheer amount of ass that the Dark Lady had, then bent down to give her puckered hole a lick, lubing it good and ready with his saliva. One of his hands grasped his cock, angling it against her, into her, and the ring of her sphincter yielded to him. He pushed deep, the heat of her bowels welcoming him further and further until his furry hips were pressed against her and he was hilted balls-deep inside of Sylvanas' ass.
She murmured his praise, enjoying the feel of her butt being stuffed, filled, and stretched obscenely wide by the worgen's fat cock. He raised a hand and brought it down with a crack, leaving a searing hand print upon her right cheek and making her hiss air through her teeth. His hands moved to her hips, locking her in place, and then he commenced his strokes, long and deep, bottoming out inside of her with every forward thrust of his hips.
"Good boy," she sighed, lowering her head and resting it atop her arms. "Just like that."
It was a steady fuck, smooth with quick strokes, but not frenzied like how he usually fucked her. Equally pleased, his voice rumbled from his chest while Sylvanas purred short little "Oohs" and "Ahs" in that arousing, spectral voice of hers. She took every inch, face down ass up, her muscles flexing so that her asshole clung to his shaft and squeezed him tight, doing everything she could to milk the canine cock spearing into her.
Whitemane watched in dreamlike disbelief, stunned not only from the fact that she'd had brains fucked out, but by the fact that the infamous Banshee Queen was right next to her in bed, getting her fat ass destroyed by a worgen and clearly enjoying it. She didn't know what to think of things. It didn't even seem real. But right now she didn't particularly care.
The sounds of sex filled the High Inquisitor's room once more, reverberating off the stone walls back towards them and filling their ears with dirty delights. Although he was not rutting into her like a mad dog, the powerful tempo at which he ass-fucked the Dark Lady would have nevertheless decimated the composure of a normal woman. He was at least double, if not triple her size, decked with muscle and pounding incessantly against her back door, making her body strain and her ass clap to the rhythmic bouncing of his hips against her booty.
Sylvanas was no slouch, either. She fucked and grinded back against him at random intervals, a pleased smile on her face and a naughty wiggle in her long ears. She enjoyed being used like this, her tight royal ass ravaged, ruined, and beaten full of worgen dick until her pussy squirted with an orgasm that almost left her catatonic. It was not becoming of a queen, but the Dark Lady was the biggest whore he'd ever met and her immense power only made fucking her senseless all the more satisfying. She reveled in every thrust, sighing sweetly, groaning greatly, until she finally let loose a climactic wail, her body shaking with little pleasurable earthquakes that had her cunt squirting onto the sheets of Whitemane's already sex-soaked bed.
Nick smacked her big blue ass, leaving a handprint on her left cheek this time, and continued as he was. His strokes were consistent in speed and strength, maintaining the same measured pace that he started with and simply enjoying the moment. A fire had been lit inside of him with Sylvanas' orgasm, however, and the way her clenching asshole grabbed at his cock made the worgen groan. It wasn't until he could feel his release edging closer and closer that he picked up the pace of his thrusts, his black hair bristling and his hips pounding frantically against Sylvanas' wobbling behind. His cock pummeled her little hole, his knot thumping against her with an impudent drive to stuff her completely, and she voiced her approval with moaned words of Thal'assian origin.
He leaned over her and found a new angle this time. His hand pushed her face-first into the bed, and with one hard thrust he slammed his cock home all the way to the knot, sinking deep and stretching her as wide as her little elven asshole could possibly be stretched. It felt amazing, and Sylvanas cried out while he howled in commemoration of his triumph; there was very little better in life for him than knotting the Dark Lady's fat ass and filling it with spunk while she creamed herself just from being knotted.
The hand on the back of her head didn't budge; he held her in place with her face buried in the sheets for a quarter hour until at last his knot shrunk and his cock easily slipped free from her gaping asshole. Whitemane watched, astounded, as they fumbled out of the bed and stood up, Sylvanas teetering slightly before correcting herself and turning to face the priestess.
"That was fun, Inquisitor, but we're running a little behind schedule now." The Dark Lady gave a little wave and then sauntered towards the open window, a stream of cum dribbling down her long legs. The worgen's handprints glowed atop her round ass cheeks, and her blonde hair looked even more disheveled now than when she'd came in. "You know where to find us. Just send a messenger and we'll coordinate things." She looked back over her shoulder, shooting Whitemane a devious grin before transforming into a banshee and flying away.
Nick followed her out the window, and Whitemane could only nod dumbly, still not quite believing what had just occurred.
***
Sylvanas peeled back the curtain over her window and quickly surveyed their surroundings. To their left stood Light's Shield Tower, jutting high up into the dull, miasmic sky of the Eastern Plaguelands like a monument to the damned. It glowed with a blindingly radiant light at its peak that repelled the majority of the mindless, clamoring undead in the area, remnants of Scourge that refused to die. The tower was maintained by the Argent Crusade, fanatic wielders of the Light, and in the distance a number of guards eyed her and the carriage. The plate clad men wouldn't dare to venture past their hallowed grounds, but even from such a distance she could feel the tower's radiance upon her skin like a queer, unnatural heat that almost seemed to contain within it a malevolence that despised her.
She ignored it and turned her red eyes up to the sky. There was a noxious haze polluting the air, but the shining celestial bodies of Azeroth's two moons were clearly visible as great silver and blue masses overhead. The White Lady and the Blue Child. She stared up at them, curiosity in her eyes as a notion began to take shape in her head. Beside her, Nick mumbled something, but Sylvanas ignored him. He spoke again, and this time she tore her attention away from the window.
"We aren't here to tumble with the Crusade are we?" he asked.
"No," she replied. "They ignore us and we ignore them. It's an unspoken agreement."
Nick glanced out of his own window at Light's Hope Chapel where a number of crusaders were gathered, their indistinct forms barely visible from such a distance. Although it was hard to see, he could still feel their gazes on the carriage, wary and untrusting. No doubt the guards at the top of the parapets were surveying them through their spyglasses.
"How about we make it so they can't ignore us?"
Sylvanas waved a lazy hand. "I didn't bring you here to start a war."
"No violence, just sex."
She turned her head to look at him, urbanely cool and showing the barest sliver of interest. "Explain."
He thumbed towards the window and grinned. "I bet I can make them hear you scream from all the way over here."
"How vulgar." Sylvanas crossed her long legs and took another look out the window. Light's Shield Tower was falling back to the wayside, but the golden light at its peak remained bright and easily visible. The notion from earlier began to take shape in her mind. "I really doubt you could."
"What?" he barked, and the grave offense in his voice made her smirk. "I can make you scream so loud they'll hear you back in Undercity."
"Oh please."
"Stop the carriage and I'll prove it."
"You want to stop so that you can fail to prove a point?"
"To successfully prove a point."
Sylvanas feigned annoyance but signaled for the driver to draw rein, leaving them parked off the side of the worn dirt road. Upon exiting the vehicle, the foreboding gloom of the land assailed them as they stripped their clothes and armor, and the dry, yellowed grass crunched beneath their feet. Across a polluted pond stood Light's Hope Chapel, nestled against the mountains with its ivory walls, crenelated battlements, and bell tower that reached high into the sky. Normally it would be impossible for someone's voice to carry so far, but she was no ordinary woman. She was the Banshee Queen, and a proper scream from her would reach the crusaders as easily as a shout in an enclosed room.
She looked up at both of Azeroth's moons and then at Nick. He was only just now realizing the double full moons overhead, and without the protection of the carriage the effect the lunar light had on him was both swift and profound. He'd already stripped naked, and the powerful, animalistic muscles beneath his skin rippled visibly, his body grew in size, his hair grew in length, and his eyes took on a shade of crimson similar to her own. If he was huge before, he was enormous now, a creature of such size and nightmarish savagery it seemed as if he had been wrenched from the troubled dreams of a mad crusader. He dwarfed the carriage, matched the decayed corpse of the tree beside them, but despite his imposing frame Sylvanas had eyes only for the cock that hung between his legs like a club.
Never before had she seen him under the effects of a double full moon, but the idea of it, of what he could do to her in such a state, turned her on and made her clit throb with an aching longing.
It was good that she was already wet, for he was on top of her almost immediately, pawing at her ass, dragging his tongue over her breasts, lifting her up and impaling her quivering pussy upon his cock in one smooth stroke.
Sylvanas grunted as she was filled to the brim full of canine cock, immediately wrapping her arms and legs around Nick's furry form. She was tiny in his arms but he fucked her without regard for their difference in size, pumping up into her tight little cunt and making her large tits flail wildly. There was no gradual increase in speed, just the immediate, merciless rhythm of an empowered worgen, more beast than man, rutting into her.
She'd expected this, had desired it since she first realized both of the moons were full, but his strength and size were beyond what she'd ever experienced before. In a way it was fascinating how his body reacted to the light of the moons overhead, but she was too busy being stuffed, hammered, and pummeled full of worgen dick to ponder such scientific musings. A mad, toothy grin spread across her features, and she provoked him further by digging her nails into his skin, tearing at his fur and leaving her mark on his body.
He responded with a growl and a hand around her throat. As it tightened around her, so did her pussy tighten up around his shaft, squeezing and clenching, making Nick buck into her even rougher than before. There was nothing gentle about the way she was being used, it was nothing but a savage, beastly pounding and she wouldn't have it any other way.
The Plaguelands were silent albeit for the occasional howl of wind, and so the intensity of their mating was soon all that could be heard within the nearby vicinity. The bestial grunts, the feminine moans, the wet squelching and slapping of flesh on flesh as her voluptuous body was used like a fucktoy by an overgrown, bipedal wolf. His grip on her was firm, one hand around her waist and the other around her throat, and as he bucked his hips and directed her up and down against him, he bent his head to watch her and the joining of their bodies.
His canine snout was so close to her face that she could feel his hot breath tickling her skin. Her eyes locked with his, noting only the vague hint of humanity left within his feral countenance, and when she scratched at his back again he snarled at her, lips curling and revealing sharp, jagged teeth. Her own lips skimmed back to reveal her teeth as well, ground together as she struggled to hold on and resist her impending climax. It coiled within her, hot and overwhelming, building with every stroke of cock into her core.
"Harder you worthless brute!"
Growling angrily, Nick bounced Sylvanas on his dick like a ragdoll in the pursuit of his own selfish satisfaction, but the agonizing pleasure brought about by having her pussy slammed full of cock soon had Sylvanas crying out as her orgasm finally erupted. Her body tensed up and her little pussy spasmed around his manhood as she came, eyes rolling and nails drawing blood. He slowed his thrusts to a deceptively gentle speed and observed her in the throes of her orgasm, and when her climax abated he slipped his tongue into her open mouth in a kiss that felt too dominant and animal-like to be classified as such. There was no love or affection behind it. In reality it was just another way to claim her body for his own rather than any sort of display of romanticism or tenderness.
As he took her mouth, his hands moved to her back and her thick, bubbly behind, keeping her steady as he picked up speed again. Brutally and with a greater swiftness than before, he pistoned into her while his long tongue explored her mouth, enjoying the glorious friction of her tight elven sheathe against his oversized manhood. Every toned muscle in her beautiful blue body seemed to be flexing and unflexing, holding on while she was used as a cocksleeve for an enraged worgen that sought only to fuck her brains out. They were loud and depraved, but desire consumed them like a wildfire. Relentless strokes and curious tonguing kept Nick satisfied, his hips jackhammering his cock into Sylvanas until she broke the kiss and cried out in another climax.
She quivered in his arms, briefly overtaken by decadent paroxysms of pleasure that had her cunt clenching and tightening around his tool. Groaning and pleased purring followed afterwards, demonstrating her satisfaction. Not quite the scream he was looking for. Pulling out and dropping her unceremoniously onto the ground, he accidentally smacked her on the side of the face with his cock whilst directing it towards her plump purple lips.
"Suck," he grumbled, and this time he smacked her on purpose, leaving a sticky smear of nectar across her face.
Anger flashed in her eyes, but morphed so quickly into excitement that it was barely noticeable, and in no time at all she was kneeling down and throating his cock with a ravenous fervor. Sylvanas tasted herself with glee, but despite opening her mouth as wide as it was able, she failed to reach even halfway down the worgen's lunar-enhanced length. Her brows furrowed in annoyance, but then a smoky layer of black-violet mist began to emanate from her person, rising up like an insidious entity around her. Her face darkened, her eyes shined like terrible pools of blood, and her mouth opened well beyond its natural limitations.
Not quite elf and not quite banshee, the Dark Lady slurped his pulsing red girth down to the hilt, ferocious and powerful but desperate and starving for hard, masculine dick. She sucked him with lengthy bobs of her blonde head, drooling all over his excessive length and ridiculous girth, and adding more and more saliva every time she crammed his meat down her throat. Queen or not, there was no trace of prim regality to her now; she loved the taste of him and devoured his cock with furious enthusiasm, servicing him with her haughty lips and sharp tongue.
As she was in her partially incorporeal form, coiling tendrils of banshee smoke continued to rise and whirl around her while she sucked off her worgen lover. Silver-blonde hair danced with her movement, elven ears wiggled, breasts jiggled, and her nose impacted against his furry groin with every bob of her head. Due to her dark powers and ghostly shape, she was both horrible and beautiful, eerie and sultry. A visage as tempting as it was terrible. Transformed into a form normally reserved for the battlefield, she used her twisted powers to facefuck herself upon Nick's canine prick, bulging her throat to an obscene degree and gulping down his semi-enlarged knot with every bob of her head.
Whether it was because of his borderline feral condition or simple depravity, Nick didn't mind the black smoke, nor the unblinking eyes, nor the way Sylvanas' gorgeous elven features shifted into a spectral perversion of their natural state to accommodate his manhood. If anything it turned him on even more to see the Banshee Queen fellating him in her most powerful form, slurping down every slick, scarlet inch of his cock like her life depended on it, like it was the last dick she'd ever suck and she was trying to get the most out of it.
His knot grew with every pass of her full lips over it, increasing in size until it threatened to get lodged inside of her gaping maw. Normally she would be against having her face knotted, but today was different. Nevertheless, he desired something else. And so when he could feel his climax nearing, and before his knot made its home within her mouth, he pulled out, jerking his cock with the clear intention of debasing her face.
She understood immediately, and while her banshee powers faded and her features slowly returned to normal, Nick fired upon her face with globs of cum that splattered in quick, rapid-fire bursts against her nose, forehead, eyes and lips. Each jerk of his cock sent another hefty helping of jizz exploding like shrapnel over her face, until she was drenched and dripping in a layer of sticky white worgen sludge.
Sylvanas wiped the jizz from her eyes so that she could see, so coated in sperm that she looked like a red-eyed, pale skinned ghost with long ears and white eyebrows. "We'll have to wash up in Quel'thalas," she said, as cool and calm as if she had just taken an ordinary walk. "The water here is less than sanitary."
Still gripping his cock, Nick grumbled something that sounded almost like a whine.
"Yes, yes, I know." Sylvanas brushed off the strands of cum dangling from her chin with the back of her hand and then rolled over onto all fours, back arched and her shapely ass held high.
She barely had time to properly position herself before she was attacked again, grasped roughly from behind by two large, clawed hands. Nick yanked her back against him, and the slimy, saliva-and-cum stained length of his cock slid between her plump ass cheeks. Hot and heavy, the feel of its intimidating weight made her purr in anticipation for the savage dicking she was about to receive.
Sure enough, he slid inside of her in a single thrust that knocked her forward and caused her to rip out the grass she was clinging to. A grunt exploded from her lips and her eyes bulged wildly. The thrust had taken her off guard, but she quickly prepared herself for the next, steeling her nerves and tensing her muscles. It came almost immediately after, just as deep and hard as the first, cramming her drooling pussy to the limit.
"Fuck!" she hissed, followed by another curse in Thalassian.
Just as he had done before, he railed her without regard for her status or well-being, entering into a selfish yet mutually satisfying rhythm that was both ridiculously fast and tremendously powerful. He towered over her like a giant, his black fur gleaming under the moonlight, eyes shining with crazed lust, and his teeth grinning wickedly as he pummeled the Dark Lady's hungry pussy. She was unnaturally strong, enhanced by the dark magic that flowed through her, but after a few minutes she wobbled and collapsed, face down ass up while she clawed at the ground with outstretched arms, moaning and mewling, grunting and groaning like a woman possessed.
Splayed out on the ground while getting mercilessly pumped full of super-sized worgen dick, Sylvanas was more vocal than a singing canary, and her voice mixed together with the ceaseless slapping of his balls against her pussy, as well as the forceful clapping of his pelvis against her plump cheeks. Fit and slender as a heroic statue, Sylvanas' ass was nevertheless thick and bouncy, as if it was purposefully crafted to take the brute force of a worgen pounding against it, and her tight cunt stretched perfectly around his girth with every measured stroke.
The pleasure of having the Dark Lady wrapped around his cock was, as always, extraordinary. But, feverish as he was under the provocative powers of the White Lady and the Blue Child, his goal of making her scream so loudly that the crusaders could hear her did not stand forgotten. Like a primitive instinct deeply ingrained within his brain, he rutted into her not only with the impossible yet primal desire to impregnate her, but also the desire to hear her shake the very treetops with her banshee scream.
Raising his right hand, he smacked her ass , watching it wobble and enjoying the slutty moan she made. Then, he did it again, this time keeping his hand on her ass cheek, squeezing her pliable flesh and prickling her with his claws. She paid it no mind, or rather, she very much enjoyed the pain. He was well versed in her pleasure points and her masochistic urge to be used, dominated, and fucked to the point where pain begot pleasure. The cold, proud, and imperious Banshee Queen was an entirely different woman in bed, and in the doubly enhanced state that he was in he had no trouble at all administering to her everything she craved, one pleasurable stroke at a time.
Long and hard with a supernatural swiftness that seemed impossible given his enormous size, he beat her pussy into a sopping mess and battered her big blue booty with strikes of the hand that crackled like thunder. She cried out in an eager desire for more—more smacks, more speed, more worgen dick pounding her pussy and knocking against her cervix. Somehow he found the means to oblige her, leaning forward and holding onto her in true canine fashion, humping her like a wild animal, holding her much smaller body upright and keeping her big ass level with his hips.
Although night clung to the land like a malignant force, the light of the moons illuminated the desecrated land below, casting the entirety of the Western Plaguelands in a pale silver light that left nothing hidden. Their debauchery was visible to all who might happen to stumble upon them by the roadside, or by the curious lens of a guard surveying the area through his spyglass. But neither cared if they were scouted. Neither paid it any attention at all. Both were focused only on their vulgar coupling, the sweet throbbing of her clit, the instinctive urge to knot her and bathe her womb in his seed.
A monster in every sense of the word, he utterly eclipsed Sylvanas beneath his rippling mass of fur and muscle, a black haired beast ravaging her writhing, trembling body. The two of them were beyond obscene. They fucked with such depraved intensity, such hedonistic perversion, that it would have bordered on violent assault to the average onlooker, and yet Sylvanas couldn't contain her husky groans or the plentitude of Thalassian obscenities she shouted into the night. Nor could Nick prevent himself from whining and snarling like a rabid wolf, his tongue lolling out of his mouth and dripping drool onto her back. His hips worked at a blurring pace, untiring and unceasing, slamming into her upraised ass over and over and over again, delivering toe-curling, balls-deep thrusts that made her head spin.
"That's it," she snarled. "Just like that you filthy mongrel."
Sylvanas stretched her arms across the ground and reached directly in front of her, taking hold of a sturdy root jutting out of the earth. She gripped it tightly, her knuckles discoloring and her sharp elven ears twitching as she listened to the lewd thump thump thump of Nick's furry groin smacking against her jiggling ass. In response to her, he growled something that only vaguely resembled intelligent speech, making her pussy clench up around him as he delivered another hard slap to her behind.
Minutes crossed over into an hour. How many orgasms rocked her body she wasn't quite sure, but they were intense beyond words, and on more than one occasion the roaring pleasure within her had been so great that, for a second or two, she had lost consciousness. Her body shook with every thrust, and the pain of being mounted by such a beast only added to her twisted sense of satisfaction.
Nothing in her long, promiscuous life could compare to the utter mind shattering, back breaking, toe curling pounding she was currently receiving. Every nerve in her body screamed, every muscle ached. Drool, sweat and scratches covered her cerulean skin, and thrust by thrust she was gradually losing her self-control. Her pussy had just about been beaten into submission, so pummeled full of cock that spectral smoke began to leak from her body. A subconscious leaking of her power, an accidental slip into her banshee form.
Nick didn't let up for even a second. Each stroke was as hard and fast and deep as the last, delivered with such strength that even Sylvanas' preternaturally powerful body would have collapsed entirely onto the dry ground if not for his hands holding her firmly in place. The light of the moons above were a constant, replenishing font of energy and power for him. He didn't slow, didn't tire, and every ounce of his energy was put to use slamming her pussy, stretching and abusing it to fit around his fat cock, claiming it as his.
He spanked his hand prints into her ass, pulled her hair, ground her face into the grass, drilled her with reckless abandon, and all the while the moans grew louder and the smoke grew bolder. It rose off her body like steam, dark purple and ebony blackness whirling about, unaffected by the wind as it coiled around its mistress who was too cock-smitten to properly control her powers.
Sylvanas huffed, her eyes wide as she stared blankly out at Light's Hope Chapel in the distance. For over an hour she'd been humped by Nick, physically and mentally overloaded on immense pleasure that even a being of her superlative abilities could not keep up with. And still the worgen continued, undeterred by the shadowy mist that issued from her body like an ethereal cloak. Her pussy gripped at his plundering cock, her round ass bounced satisfyingly against his pelvis, and with each stroke his knot slapped against her dripping sex.
But as determined as he was to knot the Dark Lady's royal cunt, the bulb at the base of his shaft was clearly too large to fit; yet neither were of proper mind to deduce such a fact. He was too mad with the power of both moons, and she was too mindbroken from dick to control even her own physical being. The root she had been desperately holding on to, thick and sturdy as it was, had cracked beneath her fingers, threatening to break apart entirely. Her pussy leaked nectar like a fountain, her grunts were hoarse and husky, and every orgasm triggered a scream that reverberated with the barest intensity of a banshee scream.
More minutes passed, more strokes of worgen meat pounding her pretty pussy into a sopping mess, bringing her to such sweet ruination that she slipped fully into her semi-elf, semi-banshee state. The mist consumed the entirety of her legs and feet, but her upper body remained almost completely solid outside of the occasional wisp of black vapor rising from her abused body. Sylvanas wavered between both a tangible and incorporeal state, deadly, beautiful, and befitting of her title of Banshee Queen, yet still nevertheless at the mercy of the enormous beast above her, working her pussy, fucking her brains out, and making her thick ass clap against him.
Nick, even in his frenzied state, soon realized the benefits that this phantom form of hers possessed. The ethereal nature of her lower half had allowed his knot to gain ground, nearly slipping completely inside of her. He grinned, and his wolfish countenance, mad and sinister as it was, would have no doubt been enough to frighten even the most experienced of crusaders. He'd fucked and knotted Sylvanas hundreds of times in the past, but this was different. Never before had he been in such a primitive and elemental state, and the urge to carry out his reproductive duties was greater than anything else imaginable. It had to be done, and it would be done.
Sylvanas noticed the impending advance of his knot as well, and the anticipation she held for every stroke only served to further build up her excitement. The mist, matching her temperament, roared about her like a storm.
Thump thump thump
Slap slap slap
He ravaged her pussy as if he was in a blind rage, his knot spanking against her as it sought entrance, his panting and snarling strained, until at last with an explosion of sweet, ineffable bliss, it happened. His knot buried inside of her, so smoothly and easily it was as if it belonged there, stretching her inhuman body to inhuman levels. Tight, rippling pleasure enveloped him as Sylvanas orgasmed and tensed up around him, squeezing his plundering cock and yielding to the rapidly growing bulb expanding inside of her.
He howled his success and unleashed his triumph inside of her, blasting her womb and pussy with all of the viscous worgen jizz it could possibly take. Like a heavy cream it filled her to the brim, drowning her insides in sticky white goo.
His howl was short lived however, for Sylvanas' wail far exceeded his own. It grew inside of her, twisting with dark energies before exploding forth as a single, terrible scream. Rocks crumbled, the air vibrated, crows dropped from the sky, and purple-black tendrils of smoke surged from her body across the dull, dead earth like some sort of eldritch monstrosity. Nick winced and covered his ears with his hands, doing his best to drown out the Banshee Queen's scarcely human screech. It helped only slightly. He could still hear her, but the power behind her scream was, thankfully, aimed almost entirely in front of her, across the fetid pond and directly towards Light's Hope Chapel.
Two, three, perhaps four seconds was all she lasted before her dreadful scream died down into a soft, weak moan, and her head dropped down to rest on her arms. The amorphous mist raging about her lightened, leaving the two of them once again bathed in the soft glow of both moons overhead. Calm silence prevailed. His ears tingled, but he felt no worse for wear. Sylvanas, on the other hand, looked devastated.
Face down with her behind in the air and kept aloft only by the cock plugging her pussy, it looked as if an entire pack of worgen had run a train on the Dark Lady as opposed to one single worgen. Her body was drenched in a cold layer of sweat, her muscular back shined with drool, her ghostly blonde hair was utterly disheveled, and dirt, grass, and strands of black fur dotted her skin. Her ass, large, rotund and perfectly sculpted, bore both his claw marks and hand prints, marking her as his just as much the knot stretching her pussy did.
Despite her ruined appearance, and having her mind scrambled by cock, a slight smile adorned her face, a gentle curve of the lips. Dried cum plastered her face, but her complete and total satisfaction was evident by her expression.
Locked together as they were, the two of them took a brief respite, and the feral haze clouding his mind lessened. In the far distance beyond them, additional lights glimmered atop the walls around Light's Hope Chapel, and tiny plated forms scurried about like confused ants. Sylvanas' scream, laced with whatever dark magic she possessed, had scoured the earth in a great conical shape in front of her, felled trees, and sent the crusaders into a frenzy of motion. No doubt they thought they were under attack by the Scourge or some such monstrosity.
"Looks like I won the bet," he said.
"So it would seem," she replied.
"As for my reward..."
When his knot slipped free his lust quickly returned, and his savage, animalistic instincts once again took over. The moons above ensured that he wouldn't tire, allowing him to rut into the Dark Lady until daybreak as the bewildered crusaders took turns watching through their spyglasses. Scream after terrible scream punctuated the night, but even the Scourge dared not approach.
They would be late to their destination, but it would be worth it.