A hard knock on the door interrupted Sylvanas from her thoughts. Her hand paused mid-stroke of the pen, and she eyed the documents upon her desk, contemplating the wisdom in ignoring the interruption. She decided against it. No use delaying the inevitable. "Enter."
An elf with skin like ivory and eyes like fire glided into the room, her cloak fluttering as she closed the door behind her. Dark Ranger Vera was a deceptively dainty thing, but proficient in both civil and martial matters. These two qualities in combination were rare amongst the typical rabble of Orgrimmar, and made her a highly useful asset to the recently appointed warchief.
The ranger bowed her head. "Mistress."
Hand on her forehead and fingers in her hair, Sylvanas glared at the undead elf as if struggling to discern the purpose of her visit by mere eyesight alone. Sadly, she found the task impossible. "Please tell me this has nothing to do with the recent brothel fights."
"No, mistress."
She perked up. "Excellent. What is it then?"
Vera pulled a thick stack of documents from the satchel she was carrying and set them upon the desk. "Favorability reports. Talks of insurrection. Traitorous officers."
Snatching up the papers, Sylvanas skimmed through them with growing disgust. Ever since her coronation there had been murmurs of discontent among certain groups. Namely orcs and trolls who tended to think little of elves, particularly female elves. Unless they were working in a brothel of course, in which case the brutes would fight over the few Sin'dorei working there.
"Names?" she asked.
"Page two."
Sylvanas recognized some of them, and committed all to memory. She made a particular mental note of the officers listed.
"Would you like me to take care of them?" Vera asked, stone-faced, as if she were inquiring into something as mundane as drawing a bath or cooking dinner.
"Rumors of disappearing dissenters are the last things we need." She shook her head. "No, continue to monitor them. I will deal with them myself."
"As you wish."
She tossed the papers down with an amused snort. "Who these savages would prefer to lead them I can only guess. Baine? Hah!"
"They are fools," Vera offered.
"I know they're fools, but that doesn't help me any." Sylvanas drummed her index finger against the table. Tap. Tap. Tap. The dark ranger shifted uncomfortably as if unsure as to whether she should stay silent or provide advice. The tapping stopped and Sylvanas looked up sharply. "But they're also men—at least primarily. And what better to handle man than woman?"
"Of course," the ranger said politely, certain only in her uncertainty. "How so?"
Sylvanas waved a gloved hand, her thoughts racing ahead of their conversation. "Never mind that. I have a task for you: devise a set of criteria that can be used to rank all of our enlisted men from Kalimdor from best to worst in regards to their performance against the Alliance as well as the Burning Legion. The top fifty in particular must be of the highest quality." Her finger stabbed at the desk again. "And I do mean the highest."
Vera bowed her head. "As you say."
"And be quick about it," Sylvanas said, relaxing into her chair. She had a hand at her chin and a smirk on her face, lost in thought as she focused on the Horde tapestry dangling on the wall of her chambers. "Matters like this must be dealt with head on, lest they fester and rot."
She continued muttering as if to no one in particular. Forgotten, the ranger bowed and left.
***
Vera worked quickly, accomplishing her task within 24 hours. Smart and capable. This was why Sylvanas kept her around. Unfortunately the actual ranking of the men took longer, factoring in such things as participation, mission success, leadership qualities, disciplinary action, kill count, and loyalty. Two weeks went by, during which Sylvanas made preparations as well as affirmations to the public of a grand prize for this new system. If the spirit of competition didn't entice them, then the prize certainly would. Or at least it would once they figured out what it was.
By the end of the month everything was set. She had her list, and half of the men who had made it into the top fifty were gathering inside of her throne room, with the other half scheduled for tomorrow. Entertaining all of them at once would be impossible; there simply wasn't enough time in the day. As such, she'd dedicated two days of the month to rewarding these fine soldiers of the Horde. And fine they are. This is just as much my reward as theirs.
Sylvanas sat in her throne, stiff as a gargoyle, mouth twisted in a sinister smile, unblinking, unbreathing, utterly motionless save for the flickering of her eyes shifting to the faces of the men as they filed in, twenty-five hardened studs bulging with muscles and littered with scars. Blue skinned trolls, green skinned orcs, tauren with bodies like bipedal kodo beasts. Massively masculine. Just her type.
Once they were all inside, the sturdy iron door of the warchief's chambers slammed shut. The echo carried through the open room with its domed roof, curved walls and various patriotic decorations, then stopped. Silence reigned alongside her. It was just her and these men now. The best the Horde had to offer if Vera's criteria could be trusted. Well over half of them were orcs, with a smattering of trolls and tauren as well as an elf whom she eyed most curiously, eyebrows raised as she studied him. No doubt he was handsome, but the difference between him and the average Sin'dorei soldier was obvious from the manner in which he carried himself, as if he had adapted to the uncivilized ways of orcs.
Blood elves rarely opted to join the primary Horde military, instead choosing to remain within their native Sin'dorei forces. The men who did join up with the Horde tended to be rugged outcasts if not outright criminals; the women who joined were much the same, often ending up pregnant with a half-orc mongrel within a year of their transfer to Kalimdor. If they weren't outcasts before, they certainly were then.
Sylvanas swept off of her throne, stalking to the center of the room, lithe and beautiful with a cloak of shadows swirling about her. The men followed her every move. They hadn't a clue what they were getting, but she could tell from their lecherous gazes what they wanted. Fearsome as she was, her body inspired far more than just terror. She knew this. She liked this. She used it to her advantage whenever possible.
Amused, she stopped in the center of the room and continued to study them, eyes passing from one soldier to the other, noticing more than a few familiar faces. A number of Kor'kron were there, as well as some of the local chieftains named as potential traitors within Vera's report.
The sniveling rats hide it well though, I'll give them that. They look about as stupidly loyal as the Kor'kron.
In all truth there was little evidence of treachery, but she put a lot of faith in what they did have. Of course, by the end of the night she had a feeling any potential traitors might just have a change of heart.
Her lip curled, revealing the sharp tip of an elven canine. "Lok'tar," she said, with such sincerity it wrapped around into being flippant. The men straightened and twenty-five hands thumped at their chests in salute. "I had high hopes when I was sworn in as warchief," she continued, "and I had high hopes when I devised this program to honor those who best serve the Horde. So far I have not been disappointed." She took a step forward and raised her hands to the group. "You are the best. The elite. The ones marching the Horde forward against both the Alliance and the Burning Legion. And so I ask you: what is a suitable reward for those such as yourselves?"
They waited for her to answer her own question, but when she did nothing but stare expectantly back at them they shifted and looked at each other. "Land?" one asked. Another mentioned armor, another weapons.
"Oh no, nothing that money can buy." She peeled off a glove, tossed it away and flexed her fingers. "You are the best, and as such deserve an appropriate reward." Both gloves were off now, and she reached up to unclasp her cloak, bundling it up and throwing it off to the side. Her silver-blonde hair tumbled loose, flowing like a waterfall down her back and shoulders. The men stared, bewildered and confused. Her pauldrons were the next victim, dropping to the padded floor with a soft thump, revealing more of her smooth blue skin.
"What would you rather have?" she asked, prying at the latches of her breastplate. "A new pair of armor—" The chestpiece fell away in the most magnificently mundane manner possible, revealing the Dark Lady's stacked chest, firm and supple, two great womanly handfuls that often strained at her corset and teased those taller than her. "—or me?"
Standing tall and proud, she cupped the full curves of her breasts, hefting them and squeezing them and feeling them overflow between her fingers. The dancing flames of a nearby torch caught the gleam of a silver piercing cut in the shape of the symbol of the Horde dangling from her left nipple. A display of her dedication. Amazed, the men gawked and grinned, staring like a group of barbarians salivating over a piece of meat.
That's precisely what they are. On the battlefield or in the bedroom, they're little more than animals.
Sylvanas' eyes glowed within the dim light of the room and her body swayed ever-so-slightly to an inaudible rhythm, half-clothed and incredibly erotic, her body naked from the waist up. Her countenance was etched in by shadows, her lips posed in a dangerous yet seductive smirk, her curves highlighted by the soft flickering lighting of torches ensconced upon the walls. A combination of preternatural beauty and unsettling dark magic. Warchief and woman at the same time.
She trailed her hands over wide hips, down to her thunderous thighs, framing her mound before bending over and kicking her boots off. Straightening, she turned around in one fluid motion, arms above her head as if stretching, legs spread wide and her back arched in a way that emphasized her clothed posterior. The swell of her breasts were visible from behind her naked back, and without her usual cloak the men got a good view of her ass straining through her leather trousers, round and perfectly shaped. Barely contained by the fabric of her pants.
She hooked her fingers into her waistband, slowly shimmying out of her pants with each sensual sway of her hips, exposing more and more skin to the rapt crowd of spectators. Her bubbly ass resisted its unveiling, but was eventually left fully exposed, thick and begging to be slapped. Two blue half-moons with plenty of bounce.
After the removal of her trousers the only thing left covering her was a thin string of thong lost somewhere between her cheeks. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw twenty-five pairs of eyes staring at her ass. She could very well imagine what they wanted to do to it. And today's their lucky day. Turning around, their eyes focused on her breasts, then her loins, where the little black thong covered her pussy. Embroidered on it was the Horde emblem, blazing red in all of its blood-and-thunder glory, matching her nipple piercing. Never before had a warchief worn the symbol so well.
Sylvanas knelt within the center of the room, the heels of her feet digging into the plump cheeks of her ass. The torches flickered. Her otherworldly eyes scanned the men, bright and beautiful, her gorgeous face tempting as a siren and haunting as the cold grave. She smiled, and her voice reverberated with an unnatural huskiness.
"This is your reward. You may do whatever you want with me." Wickedly powerful, wickedly beautiful, and wickedly wanton, she beckoned them over with a curl of her finger and a vulgar lick of the lips. "Who's first?"
An orc with skin like an olive and a chest like a bear stepped forward without hesitation, crossing the distance before anyone else realized they were not in a dream and that yes, the Dark Lady was in fact naked in front of them and making lewd gestures with her mouth and tongue.
Sylvanas looked up to a fat green cock flopping out of a pair of pants and dropping onto her face. Her eyebrows twitched, framing the cock like a tiny pair of wings. The man certainly didn't waste time.
"You must have scored well in courage and participation," she said, nuzzling against his shaft and inhaling his masculine scent. Probably not very high on intelligence though. Reaching up and gripping the orc's manhood with one hand, she pulled back to inspect it.
Thick as a log and long enough to make a lady faint. It was an orc cock, not something an elf was well-equipped to handle. Nevertheless…
"How many of you think I can fit all of this in my mouth?" she asked. A few raised their hands, although it seemed more out of obligation than conviction. She clicked her tongue. "Not much confidence in your warchief. Let us fix that."
Without another word, Sylvanas issued forth her tongue and gave the orc's prick one long lick from balls to tip before devouring him within her maw. Dipping her head, she swallowed inch after inch of his hulking green monster in front of the rest of the Horde's finest soldiers. Her mouth stretched and her throat bulged. Saliva squelched lewdly. Her tongue wiggled underneath, and his hard cock disappeared until nothing remained and her nose poked against his hairy groin, proving just how proficient she was at sucking dick.
He cursed. She sucked.
Sylvanas fellated her lucky subordinate like she was starving for him, her gorgeous features twisted around the orc dick in her mouth, her eyes burning like lustful pits of red hot felfire as she stared up at him without blinking. Skillful, slow and steady. Lackadaisical even, head rocking, mouth sucking without interruption, a master in how to please men. The orc didn't last very long. In fact, her fleeting partner blew his load so fast that it may have been considered shameful if the circumstances had been any different. No matter, though. Orcs recovered almost as quickly as trolls.
Purring, Sylvanas slurped on him greedily in an effort to clean him off, lips sliding back and forth, sucking every drop of cum out of his balls then pulling back with a pop and motioning with both hands for the rest to join them.
This time they all stepped forward without hesitation, threatening to trample one another. Trousers dropped and clothes fell. They formed a crowd around her, leering down at their warchief, beautiful in her nakedness, big tits jutting out from her chest and her chin sullied with saliva. Invoking near unbearable lust within them.
Sylvanas smiled and licked her lips. It had been a long time since she'd entertained so many men at once and now she was surrounded by so much orc cock it looked as if she were in a forest of healthy evergreens. Their members pulsed with vitality, massive, hulking green beasts that made her mouth water and her pussy drool. She reached for the two nearest men and fisted both of their manhoods, pumping up and down and wasting no time throating a cock dangling so close to her that it was tapping against her nose.
This new orc she was sucking off groaned appreciatively, while the rest of the men rumbled in approval. It wasn't every day that you got to see Sylvanas Windrunner deepthroating an orc, and they were at last getting into the rhythm of things as realization set in. They'd expected some sort of stuffy award ceremony and ended up with a cock-thirsty slut instead. And not just any slut, but the one person they would have least suspected.
The Warchief commanded both respect and fear, this was nothing new, but Sylvanas was not just any ordinary warchief. Her dark features were alluring, but the way she did not breathe, the way she rarely blinked, her fluid movements and the spectral tone of her voice, all served to create an image of a woman unapproachable and at times even unsettlingly alien. A deadly, dangerous woman with an unholy mastery of power, intelligence and desire.
Now more than ever she wielded this desire, and the men felt their trepidation dissolving. It was difficult to feel fear or anything but blazing hot lust when she was on her knees before them, half a dozen cocks poking and prodding at her head while she slobbered on the shaft of her subordinate.
"Never seen an elf this good at sucking cock," one of them said. There were murmurs of agreement. Sylvanas smiled. The fools hadn't seen anything yet.
"Mmmn." Her head moved in long sloppy pulls, her tongue putting in work and her head tilting as she angled the orc's tool down her throat. Slow then fast, altering speeds and bringing him to the brink of orgasm before rotating clockwise and gobbling up someone else. Another orc, this one thicker and greener than the last. She serviced him much the same, and gradually saliva and drool began to mar her face. Spit dribbled out onto her tits. Her hair became mussed from the men running their hands through it. They pawed at her while she sucked, kneading her heavy breasts and prodding at her pointed ears with their pricks, smearing their seed all over her.
The orc she was sucking roared abruptly and blew his load in her mouth. She guzzled it down, a generous torrent of jizz sliding down her throat and into her stomach. Then, she moved onto the next.
A mottled, animalistic cock greeted her. Absurdly long and impressively thick, it sported a flared tip that made the orc's look entirely ordinary. A tauren. Glancing up at the beast of a man, she stuck out her tongue and lolled it over his bullish cockhead, teasing his slit, tracing the beastly flare of his crown, shivering at the taste and then planting a kiss on it. Then another, hot and filthy, making out with the head of his cock. Kissing, licking, purring.
"Who says Sylvanas doesn't like tauren?"
More laughter. They were enjoying the show, no doubt about that.
Smirking, she planted one final kiss on the slit and then opened her mouth wide—wider than normally possible. An eldritch mist rose up around her, a prickling, purple-black haze that whirled like sentient smoke. Sparse but more than enough to startle the men.
The dark originations of this magic roused them into instinctual alertness, as if to a threat, but then she wrapped her lips around the tauren's immense cockhead and impaled her face on his manhood, bulging out her throat to a degree that should have been harmful. Aided by the unnatural limitations of her semi-incorporeal banshee form, she slid smoothly forward, eyes darker than usual, skin tinted purple, her face twisted in an incredible, almost macabre fashion necessary to accommodate the tauren's titanic masculinity.
The men looked shocked, watching with wide-eyed amazement as their warchief completely swallowed up the massive cock of the tauren. When their shock faded, excitement overtook them.
"Thrall's balls! Who knew the Banshee Queen could suck dick so well?"
They erupted with laughter, elbowing one another and jerking themselves while watching Sylvanas slurp noisily on the tauren's throbbing bullcock. Her pointy elven ears jittered and twitched, the only sign of potential discomfort, otherwise she showed little difficulty in throating the tauren's enormous shaft. On the contrary, she appeared enthused.
It's been far too long since I've had tauren.
Bobbing back and forth and taking him to the hilt, her throat distended with his shape, then returned to normal, then distended again in constant fluctuation. Her large tits jiggled from the effort, saliva bubbled up from the sides of her mouth, and despite the gigantic task before her, she kept her hands moving, jerking off one man after another, hands slick with pre-cum, the shlicking of dicks in hand and cock in throat resounding fiercely within the room.
Constantly moving, constantly sucking. Sylvanas finished off the tauren and gulped down what felt like two healthy bowlfuls of jizz before turning her attention to the next man within the circle. The blood elf.
Undoubtedly the smallest of the bunch, he was nevertheless respectable in size, with a delicious cock that tasted of arcane energy and tingled pleasantly on her tongue. She relished his taste while she sucked, closing her eyes and moaning, draining both the cum and the mana right out of him and then spinning to meet her next partner.
A troll seized her by the head and slapped her in the face with his cock, then prodded her lips apart with his tool and slid all the way home. The men hooted at this, and when he took to fucking her face they hollered, thoroughly enjoying this unbelievable show.
"Neva been wit an elf before," he grunted, gripping her ears and holding her steady while he pumped her maw. "Might have ta find anutha after this."
Sylvanas had experience with trolls. They were long-shafted simpletons with nearly endless stamina. This one was no different, and so when he shot a creamy load into her stomach and then kept on going without even slowing, her throat squelching and his balls thumping up against her chin, she wasn't surprised. Not like they're good for much else than killing and fucking, anyway. Staring up at him as if she were entirely at ease with having her face fucked full of troll cock, she worked the muscles in her mouth and gullet, doing all she could to bring him to another orgasm.
It would have worked if not for the other men wrenching them apart, apparently dissatisfied with being left out for so long. They crowded close, fighting for room, and in no time at all Sylvanas was piled in the center of a horde of hulking men with dozens of cocks obstructing her vision and slapping against her face, her tongue, her head. Blue cocks, green cocks, bullcocks, smacking her while she desperately sought them with her mouth, sucking on their tips and getting the most out of it before she was passed around to the next recipient of her unnatural dick-sucking abilities.
Orcs and trolls and tauren and then elf again, she serviced them all, devouring an untold amount of cum before her legs were yanked out from underneath her, forcing her onto her hands and knees. A ripping tear marked the destruction of the little Horde thong she'd been wearing.
Finally.
Glancing back over her shoulder, she watched as an orc the size of a small mountain and with muscles like boulders took position behind her, one hand on his cock and the other groping and spreading her ass. His wide, engorged tip prodded her drooling slit and a ghostly moan fluttered from her lips.
"You give good head, Warchief," he sneered, "but let's see how well you take it at this end."
Sylvanas nearly rolled her eyes. Instead, she bit her lip and pouted, giving her best impression of an elven maiden. "Not too hard. After all, I'm only an elf."
If she were serious, she would have been disappointed. Some of the men may have seen through her ruse, but this one didn't, and the orc had no intention of taking it easy on her. He drove forward with a grunt and about a foot of cock, cramming her pussy with every inch of his gigantic green monster. Gasping, she braced herself for the inevitable. Not once had she met an orc that could control himself in bed. They always went full throttle, balls-deep, fucking like they were trying to kill their partner rather than screw them.
This one was no different. He gripped her tiny waist with both hands while he fucked her, stretching out her elven cunt and making her big ass bounce and jiggle, her disproportionately sized cheeks providing more than enough cushion. Bucking into her with steady pumps of the hips, reaching deep into her core and, if only for a few seconds, reducing her to a state of unintelligible pleasure that caused her eyes to flutter and her pussy to clamp up around the fat cock beating into it. He gave her ass a smack and the cracking sting swelled loudly within the domed chamber.
Sylvanas smiled and let out a moan. Ohh yes. Orcs may be brutes but they certainly know how to fuck. Dipping her head and letting her blonde hair obscure her face, she moaned again as he scraped her sensitive reaches, listening to the vulgar smacking of orc dick pumping her pussy without reprieve. The crowd around them cheered, but their exultations soon devolved into impatient murmurings of disapproval. Well-trained as they were, there was little order to be expected amongst a gangbang such as this, and it wasn't long before the other men forced a change in station.
She could sense commotion behind her then, and she may have even spared a look if not for her focus turning to another orc standing expectantly in front of her, his rock-hard cock eager for her mouth. She recognized this one. Gorn Ragefist, an orc with a suitable name, as well as one of the men listed in Vera's reports as a potential traitor.
Smirking, she stuck out the pretty pink tip of her tongue and teased his urethra, tasting pre-cum, then sealed her lips around his bulbous cockhead and sucked hard enough for her cheeks to turn concave. Twirling her tongue and staring up at him with those brilliant red eyes, her silver irises barely visible yet soul-searingly intense behind the glowing necromantic flames that drove her. The orc looked arrogant and smug. She would fix that soon enough.
Hands cupped her ass cheeks, and she could tell immediately by the four-fingered grip that it was a troll behind her now. He smoothed his hands over her ass almost reverently, his touch soft and tender, no doubt amazed at the size and shape of her bountiful behind. Typically her cloak hid it, but now that she was naked the men got a good look at just how bottom heavy their warchief really was.
Abruptly, as if realizing he had painfully limited time, he slapped his four-digit handprint onto her ass and then aligned his cock with her entrance. She groaned from anticipation alone and raised her ass up higher, giving it a slight enticing wiggle. Although trolls were known for their length, they were thick, too, and Sylvanas couldn't help but purr around the dick in her mouth as the troll surged forward and began to pump his hips into her, beginning a steady slapping of skin on skin that rose up within the throne room, his cock taking her pussy with long, measured strokes.
"Always wanted ta fuck the Ranger-General," he said with a grin and another swat on her ass.
Plugged at both ends and feeling the sweet, electrifying rush that such a position brought, Sylvanas inwardly reveled, praising herself for arranging such a debaucherous solution to her problem. A few months of this, combined with showing up at the forefront more often to aid the troops, and all traces of insubordination would undoubtedly disappear. Hell, with how tight she was they might just erect a statue of her.
Two birds with one stone, as the humans say.
While the troll worked her pussy, Sylvanas used her tongue to lather and worship the cock in her mouth, driving the traitorous orc to a quick finish that seemed to surprise even him. Gulping down his creamy load, she looked up at him with exaggerated disappointment. "So soon?"
His cheeks colored, the first time she'd seen orcish blunder turn to embarrassment. But before he could say anything a tauren shoved him aside and took his place, accidentally thwacking her in the face with his manhood as he did so.
"Hey Grod, Kuruk." She looked up to see the tauren motioning to a pair behind her. Suddenly her pussy felt very empty, and she was yanked upwards by a pair of enormous hands. Her airborne adventure didn't last long. She landed on the immensely long and monstrously thick cock of another tauren who was lying down on the ground, packing her pussy to the brim in so abrupt a manner that she couldn't help but grunt as if she'd had the air kicked out of her.
"Damn!" she breathed.
"Tightest cunt in Orgrimmar I bet," the tauren beneath her said.
Someone pressed a hand to her upper back and pushed her forward onto her hands so that she was on all fours, her large tits dangling above the face of the tauren who was balls-deep inside of her pussy. Looking back, she saw another tauren positioning himself behind her, a massive bovine beast with brown fur, cudgels for hands, and his sights set on her ass. He fisted his cock, wielding it like a weapon, and nudged his flared crown against her asshole.
"Bet this hole is just as tight," he rumbled, and with that he pressed forward until her tight sphincter yielded and accepted his beastly bullcock.
To say that their sizes were mismatched would be an understatement. Sylvanas' asshole gaped wide, stretched to its limit, quivering and squeezing and tightening around the tauren's incredible girth. Her eyes fluttered and she moaned like a whore as he slid farther and farther into her bowels, the sensation of being double-stuffed so abruptly temporarily overwhelming her, until at last she'd taken it all, her fat ass pressed snugly against the furry groin of her giant-sized subordinate.
Pain, slightly. Pleasure, inexplicable. Utterly stuffed, utterly fucked, and utterly overjoyed, her body quivered, holes tightening around the double dose of tauren dick stretching them out. Heat sluiced through her, making her feel alive for the first time in a long while. She trembled again, a dumb grin on her face. This is more like it. Beneath her, the tauren darted out his long tongue to catch her breasts, licking them and flicking at her nipples, jingling the little horde piercing she wore on her left tit. The tauren behind her enjoyed himself with her ass cheeks, kneading her plump flesh and taking pride in the way his cock split them apart.
"Not the first time you've had an ass full of tauren cock is it?" he asked.
Sylvanas almost genuinely laughed at this.
"Mmm… it's observational skills like this that really—ungh—set you apart from everyone else." The tauren pulled her ass back into him, squishing her thick cheeks against him as he grinded his hips into her while she spoke, earning a ghostly groan from the befuddled Dark Lady. Something brushed the top of her head then, and she looked up to see the oddly-shaped eye of yet another tauren prick. And not just any tauren prick, but the one she'd been eager to suck on before she'd been lifted and impaled on two gargantuan cocks.
Salivating at the sight, she opened her mouth and, assisted by her banshee powers, sealed her full lips around the tauren's mighty manhood, tasting it and purring with delight. Swirling her tongue, swallowing pre-cum, debasing herself for her own twisted enjoyment. She sucked long and loud on just the tip, worshiping that swollen beast of a cockhead before she heard a huff from above, and then a hand was on the back of her head, pushing her forward and force-feeding her inch after elephantine inch of tauren cock. All the way, her beautiful elven features contorting obscenely, skin pulled tight, full lips thinning in a wide circle, throat squelching with cock and saliva as it was plugged up and distended.
When at last she'd swallowed it all, her lips sealed around the root of his shaft with nothing left to show and her nose nuzzled against his groin, the crowd cheered so loudly it was as if the entirety of Orgrimmar was there with them. Whether or not they were cheering her ability to take so much cock or cheering on the three tauren for triple-stuffing the Dark Lady with so much dick she seemed liable to pass out was lost on her. Of course she wasn't about to pass out, but admittedly even Sylvanas Windrunner in all of her preternatural expertise did not go unaffected by three tauren balls-deep inside of her at the same time.
Her red eyes gleamed up at the tauren, fierce and hauntingly horrific if not for her current mouthful of a predicament. She gurgled a wet, throaty noise and her eyebrows quivered.
He retracted his length from her gullet with a sickening, gurgling sluurch, trailing slime and temporarily freeing up her throat. As if on queue, the tauren behind her did the same, and the two of them kept only the wonderfully wide flared tips of their members inside of her before, again as if on queue, sliding forward.
Long, thick, and well synchronized, the trio of tauren gave Sylvanas a run for her money, pumping each of her hungry holes. Slowly at first, establishing a steady tempo that increased by degrees, until they were well and truly fucking her. Making her shake and spasm and squeal, their massive bodies looming over her far smaller frame, quick despite their sizes, grunting every time they pushed forward into her, cramming her royal holes with a lot more dick than they were ever intended to take.
The tauren beneath her did little but lie back like a king and tongue at her flailing tits, enjoying the clutching spasms of her pussy and the hot friction of her body while his buddies propelled her back and forth like some sort of obscene toy. A fucktoy seesawing to and fro, propelled by their powerful thrusts. They grunted and huffed and billowed like disgruntled kodo beasts while the crowd gathered round them raged in delight, and she, fulfilling her role of fucktoy, groaned muffled, gargled noises unbefitting of queen or warchief.
To make things worse for her—or rather, far better—the beast behind her took hold of her arms and yanked them backwards, holding onto them and causing her back to arch like a bow, her large, generous breasts swaying uncontrollably and her ass bouncing madly each time the tauren's hips slammed into it, driving every enormous inch of cock into her bowels. Their rhythm stumbled briefly but then resumed, steady and practiced, as if they'd done this often.
Hadn't expected a team, she thought, but the only noises that came from her mouth were rapid, incomprehensible gulk gulk gulk's as her throat was used and utterly abused. Ears wiggling, saliva spraying, eyes rolling.
Frantic and ferocious, they pumped her hard, huffing like bulls, the slap of flesh on flesh nothing short of perverse, the feeling of their cocks filling her up nothing short of divine. Ceaseless and dirty, drawing the four of them closer and closer to the precipice of orgasm with each thrust. The one hammering her ass let go of her arms and gripped her hips hard, letting out a thundering bellow, nostrils snorting, cock mixing up her guts, making the vulgar clapping of Sylvanas' fat ass reverberate throughout the throne room. On and on with the rest of the men watching, enraptured, unable to look away as their warchief was pumped, pounded, ploughed and dominated.
Body straining, clit throbbing, long strokes and frequent smacks on the ass finally drove her to orgasm. Her eyes glazed over and blinked rapidly, while a bubbling, gurgling groan of sublime satisfaction squeezed out through the cock still violating her throat, her tight cunt spasming and milking the shaft it was impaled upon.
The tauren, who'd been struggling to hold on themselves, let loose soon after, unloading great gooey torrents of baby batter inside of her pussy, virile spunk into her stomach, and hot sticky jizz by the bowlful into her ass.
When they retracted their colossal cocks from her holes, she slumped onto the tauren beneath her, twitching, both holes trickling seed. Her breasts pillowed against his chest, and his hands reached up to grab hold of her ass cheeks, spreading them and giving everyone a good view of her well-fucked holes.
"Great," the elven man said, "you broke her."
They chuckled, but their laughter was cut short when Sylvanas shambled upright then stood up, hissing air as she climbed off the tauren still sprawled out upon the ground.
"Broke me?" She looked at them, naked and dripping seed, eyes darkened with lust, abs glistening with sweat, breasts full and plump. Looking like a blue-skinned, red-eyed succubus with one goal and one goal only: extracting every drop of seed from their bloated balls. "Not quite. Now, shall we continue?"
The men looked at her, then grumbled a bit, looking sheepish.
"What? What's the problem?"
"You have tauren jizz all over you… Warchief," one of the orcs said.
She frowned. "Oh, yes." Swiping her finger through a glob of cum on her cheek, she flicked it onto the floor. "So I do." Her eyes targeted the elf, and he nearly jumped to attention when she spoke: "You—you're a mage, yes? Clean me up."
Unsurprisingly, he'd never used his secret arts and mystical war magic to clean sperm out of a woman's ass before. Nevertheless, he did a good job of it, using a mixture of arcane and water magic to clean and teleport the residual tauren jizz away. Once purified, things began all over again. She was passed around and passed between, spitroasted and triple-teamed by just about every combination of orc, troll, elf and tauren within the room. Two orcs plugged her up at both ends with her body limp in the air between them, the handful of trolls took turns mating pressing her into the floor, and the group of tauren took particular delight in trying to stuff her until her body broke.
Nothing but a perverse orgy of hedonistic gratification. At some point a fight nearly broke out between an orc and a tauren, but she put a quick stop to it and ended up spitroasted by the two of them instead.
Presently, six orcs drilled her holes, fucked her tits and humped her hands, roaring and grunting like wild beasts, packing her so tight you could barely see her blue skin beneath all of the green. She had her back pressed against one orc upon the floor, a dick in her ass while another claimed her pussy. Hands on her throat kept her head tilted back and angled perfectly for another orc pumping her mouth and fucking her face, his balls thwacking, smacking and slapping her blue forehead purple. The orc straddling her chest had two big handfuls of her breasts, squeezing them tight around his cock and plunging into them over and over, fucking her massive mammaries in the same way his friend was fucking her pussy: furiously, without mercy or care. Sylvanas would have grinned if her mouth wasn't packed full of cock.
Vera knows how to pick them. These grunts aren't half bad.
She sputtered out a moan around the dick her mouth, leaking streams of drool down her upside-down face. Her eyes were shuttered, but the constant spanking of the orc's balls against her face sent the leaking drool flying like shrapnel, smattering and spraying, making a mess of her fine features.
"I think she's trying to squeeze my cock off," one of them grunted. Her legs were propped up on the orc's shoulders while he bucked into her, stretching her tight elven cunt, grinding against her clit, forcing muffled groans out of her one thrust at a time, giving her a proper orcish coronation. Long and deep, three rock-hard slabs of orc cock filling her up to devastating effectiveness. She was ecstatic, blissful, giddy with pleasure, senses overloaded. The room smelled of the thick and heady scent of sex, her ears were flooded with the sounds of her holes being completely plundered, of balls slapping against her face, of the rest of the men cheering them on, and she loved every vile second of it.
Gradually, the savage pounding she was receiving drove her to another powerful orgasm. She clamped up around them and gargled a long, drawn out groan, the tension within her shattering and her body quaking in orgasmic delight. They stopped then, and when the orc fucking her face pulled out he trailed ropes of viscous throatslime that snapped off and clung to her face and disheveled hair. All in all Sylvanas looked the part of a well-fucked whore, shining with sweat and saliva and seed, breasts discolored from abuse, eyebrows matted with spit and cum.
And they still weren't finished.
"When you're through resting," came a rough voice from the other side of the room, "why don't you come here and sit on my lap."
Sylvanas rose and turned her attention to an orc seated upon her throne, his huge body fitting into it like it belonged to him. The traitorous orc from earlier, hoping to make amends for his pre-maturity. With a smile and seductive sashaying of her hips, she glided over to him, eager to put him in his place.
Insolently, he patted his lap with one hand and held his cock up with the other. He was undoubtedly well-endowed, even for an orc, but she did not feel in the least bit daunted.
Licking her lips impatiently, Sylvanas turned to face the rest of the men, displaying her fine ass to the orc and bending forward as if to take a seat, lowering herself upon his shaft. Slowly, very slowly, the head of his cock parted her slit and forced its way inside, his great girth stretching her out nicely. Very, very nicely. Hands on her knees and purring with satisfaction, she lowered herself further down upon his shaft, stuffing her pussy to the brim with his massive green fuckstick until at last her big booty pressed snugly into his lap. She held herself there, grinding and wiggling her ass against him while he sat back and did his best to relax.
"I've had lots of elves," he bragged, more to the crowd of men watching than to her. "Whores, blood knights, rangers, two sisters looking for a good time—even a death knight." He gave her ass a hard, crackling slap. "Never seen one I couldn't break. Ruined them all. A warchief ain't any different."
When he was finished fellating himself Sylvanas rose with a crooked smirk, her pussy juices glistening on the orc's massive green prick, coming to a halt only when little else but the head of his cock remained inside of her. Then, to begin her demonstration on how to properly ride an orc, she slammed her ass back down with a loud, vulgar thump.
A spear of pleasure cut through her, and her lips curved into a grin. If this orc wanted to be humiliated and used as a living dildo she would gladly oblige him.
Rising and falling, breasts swaying, her beautiful face twisted in mad satisfaction as the flames upon either side of the throne illuminated the two of them in a warm, sensual glow. The men cheered and laughed, taking bets on who would break who, but Sylvanas paid them little mind. She fucked herself down upon the orc, hands firmly grasped upon her knees for support while she slammed her fat ass into his lap over and over again. Her ass cheeks jiggled, her pussy clutched and milked and spasmed, and her spectral voice grunted wild, jubilant moans as she rode him. And though she could not see him, she could hear him groaning behind her, struggling to keep his cool but gradually losing it.
"What happened?" she hissed savagely, blonde hair whipping about her. "I thought you were going to wreck my little elf pussy?" Her ass clapped down upon his muscled green body. "Ruin me?" Hips twisting, undulating and grinding. "Break me?"
Gorn Ragefist's cock pulsed, and with a strangled cry he blew his load inside of her, creaming her core, her womb, her tight elven cunt. Sylvanas, for all of her effort, smiled wickedly, sitting up and purring, hands tracing up her body, her breasts, and then threading through her hair while she rocked her hips and received her reward.
When he was spent she sat back on her throne, using the orc as a sort of secondary chair, her legs draped over his thigh. Her eyes swept the room and across everyone in it, her voice smooth as silk when she spoke, "I do hope the rest of you aren't finished yet."
***
Sluuuuurk
Sylvanas knelt in front of her throne, grinning like a cat as a tauren extracted his shaft from her throat with a sloppy, sickening squelch. Crowded around her were twenty-five men, strong and big and horny, impatiently waiting their turn for what was supposed to be the grand finale.
"Mmm..." Sylvanas found herself pushed up beneath the cock of a troll, lips on his balls and her mouth servicing his sack. She devoured his balls with gusto, tonguing and kissing them while he jerked his cock. Scant few seconds passed before he pulled her head back, took aim at her face, and doused her with his mojo, staining her skin with sticky white seed.
"Ahh, dat's good," he sighed.
"Damnit, you were supposed to wait for the rest of us," an orc growled.
"My mistake," he said, grinning and wringing his cock out so that a dollop of jizz dropped onto her chin.
The men wasted no time shoving him aside, and soon enough Sylvanas had half-a-dozen dicks pointed right at her, the hands of their masters pumping furiously. The throbbing veins along their cocks twisted and pulsed and contracted, leaping along their great girths, and in an instant more they unloaded simultaneously, drowning Sylvanas' pretty face with enough gooey spunk to render her unrecognizable. Her glowing eyes glazed over with the stuff, her open mouth filled up like an overflowing pond, and so she swallowed and opened her mouth again, only for it to be quickly filled up once more by a heaping load of tauren and orc jizz. She swallowed again and encountered the same problem.
She opened her mouth again.
Cum fell upon her like heavy rain in a storm, sluicing off of her face and onto the rest of her, coating her hair, her tits, her back, her arms, her thighs in what looked like a bodysuit of gleaming white seed. Twenty-five men and twenty-five impressive cocks unloaded on her, reaping the rewards of their service to the Horde as they painted the Warchief's face white.
Sylvanas knelt there, still as a statue, enjoying the fine skin treatment until at last it came to a splattering stop. She couldn't see, and her ears were slightly wilted under all of the baby batter sticking to them that dangled like long, drooling icicles, but she could hear them panting, finally spent.
"Well then." Wiping at her face so that she could see properly, she ended up looking like little more than a sticky ghost with red eyes. "I am greatly honored by your… dedication to the Horde." She licked her lips and looked them over, eyeing the fat cocks that had slammed, pounded, ravaged and reamed each and every one of her holes.
She stood up and the men wearily saluted her. Even Gorn Ragefist seemed pleased.
"Keep up the good work and our enemies won't stand a chance." She smiled, cum dripping from her lips. "Naturally, I'll continue to express my thorough appreciation next month as well should you make it into the top fifty again."
Turning, she sauntered out of the room and left them there to recover upon the floor, her delicious curves no less obvious beneath the layers of cum coating her body. Sweeping through the corridors of a secret passageway, she made her way to her private chambers, where she drew a bath and prepared to relax before a long day's work and the next batch of men by nightfall.
As she slipped into the bath, a pitiful howl from an adjoining room made her smirk. She'd taken just about every flavor of cock today so far, why not a knot as well?
Cleaning herself off, Sylvanas dressed and slipped from her chambers, greeting her pet worgen in a room furnished with little else but a bed. A bed she soon found herself atop of, face down and ass up while a territorial worgen three times her size humped her like a wild animal, teeth bared, snarling, pumping, forcing his knot inside of her pussy.
Beneath the clawed hand of the worgen mashing her face into the sheets, Sylvanas grinned, the lambent light of her eyes smoldering with satisfaction.
Three birds with one stone.