A nearly-naked Sylvanas Windrunner checked and re-checked every piece of equipment she had prepared for her upcoming expedition. The warchief had recently received word that the traitorous orc Saurfang was hiding out in the forests of Tirisfal Glades- close to her former seat of power- and she was going to root him out and bring him to face justice.
She ran one slender finger up the blades of her two short swords, testing their sharpness, then after finding them satisfactory, did the same with her arrows. She tested the draw on her bow, making sure the string was keeping it's tension, and then turned her attention to her armor.
The undead elf ran nerveless hands over each purple piece, checking for cracks and other weaknesses. Once she was assured that none of her gear was in danger of failing, she started to dress. It started with a skimpy black thong, pulled up over her wide hips so that the sides were nestled over her trim waist and the thin string that ran underneath disappeared into the cleft of her plump ass. To that, she added a matching wrap around her chest to keep her weighty tits from interfering with her fighting capabilities.
Technically, Sylvanas had no need for such frivolities, but the former ranger-general was just as vain in death as she had been in life, and wearing clothing and armor that showed off her sexy, curvaceous body was one thing that had carried over from her previous existence. Thus, next came her metal bra and thong, the ensemble more of a platemail bikini than anything substantial.
Then she pulled her boots on, these again designed just as much for aesthetics as they were for function, given the impractically large heels, although with her powers of flight, they weren't quite so much of a detriment. After the boots came her pauldrons- not quite so provocative as the rest of her armor- although the spikes and skulls certainly stood out just in case anyone could ever forget she had been the queen of the Forsaken.
Last but not least came her flowing burgundy hood and cape, with special slits cut for her elfin ears. Again, the garment wasn't entirely necessary given her resistance to the rain and cold, but it added to her threatening aura should anyone be foolish enough to stand in her way. With her bow slung over her shoulder and her swords sheathed, Sylvanas strode imperiously from her room in Orgrimmar. The Dark Lady didn't need any amenities, but it was useful having a truly private area to which she could retire when she needed to brood or plot.
"My Lady, please reconsider this course of action," Nathanos begged as she passed him in the hallway. "Your well-being is much too vital to our cause to risk you like this."
"We've been over this, Champion," Sylvanas said icily. "The simpering traitor has already cost me one of my rangers, and the Speaker of the Horde was lucky to escape with nothing more than a bruise. Only I am capable of bringing him in."
"At least allow me to accompany you. Or bring an escort of dark rangers"
Sylvanas stopped and glared. "I said no, Nathanos. None can move as stealthily as I. I will not risk our quarry escaping while the others stumble around like drunken dwarves. And you are needed here to continue our efforts in Zuldazar and Kul Tiras. You must keep everything moving smoothly while I am away."
Nathanos still looked doubtful, but there was no arguing with his lady when she had her mind made up. She had been stubborn enough while she was alive, and becoming undead had only made her more so. "Very well, I shall defer to your judgment," he acquiesced. "Good hunting."
Nodding once, Sylvanas walked out into the dry air of Durotar. She turned into smoke and spiralled off almost too fast for the eye to see. Getting to Lordaeron unnoticed would be a little tricky, but nothing she couldn't deal with. The portal to Tirisfal had been shut down after she'd blighted the city, but there were enough homesick undead running around Orgrimmar that she'd be able to find an illicit portal without much trouble.
Finding exactly what she was looking for in the Cleft of Shadow, Sylvanas waited until the mage had his back turned before shooting through the shimmering void, instantly finding herself soaring amongst the decaying pines outside of Brill. She took a moment to look at the cloud of blight on the horizon. 'A regrettable loss,' she thought, 'but a necessary one.'
After the Broken Shore and Stormheim, Sylvanas knew it wouldn't be long before Genn came knocking at her door. So she prepared her plague trap, knowing that it was a long shot, and yet she'd very nearly succeeded in bringing down all of her enemies with one stroke. If it hadn't been for Proudmoore's fortuitous timing, the Alliance would have been crushed under her heel by now. Shaking off the sting of yet another strategic failure, Sylvanas refocused on her objective.
The events at Darkshore and in Lordaeron would be irrelevant if she captured Saurfang now. Cutting off the head of the snake, as it were and leaving the misguided rebels directionless and leaderless. And speaking of the old orc, Sylvanas was surprised at his cunning.
Choosing to operate out of Tirisfal had been a stroke of genius. There was no reason for anyone to come out here while the war was raging, Horde or Alliance, and so he could operate in total secrecy. Sylvanas had expected him to come bellowing up to the gates of Orgrimmar about honor or something equally tedious, but instead he remained elusive, to her begrudging respect.
Shifting into her corporeal form, the Dark Lady touched down just outside the walls of the former capital. She didn't know if Saurfang would be able to hear her or sense her magic, so she'd hunt him down on foot. What she did know was that no matter how crafty the old veteran was, there wasn't a being on Azeroth that could outmaneuver her in a forest.
Sylvanas moved stealthily from shadow to shadow, eyes scanning and ears twitching as she searched for any signs of a disturbance. When she came across a fallen tree, she knew she was in the right place. The rotting wood hadn't yet developed the plagued ecosystem that occurred in such circumstances, so it must have freshly fallen.
The Dark Lady was reaching for her bow when she heard a twig snap behind her. Whirling, she drew, nocked, and fired in the blink of an eye, before she'd even had time to register that her assailant was a worgen and not an orc. The beastman tried to hurl himself to one side, but the arrow still caught him in the shoulder, sending him howling to the grass in pain at her feet. Snarling, Sylvanas put her bow away and pulled her sword out instead.
"Miserable creature," she spat. "You should thank me for putting you out of your misery." She wasn't sure how or why a worgen had made it this far from Gilneas, but she wasn't going to miss an opportunity to remove Azeroth of another one of Greymane's filth. But before she could deliver a fatal stroke, the worgen's howl was answered as another dozen or so came bursting through the trees.
Against such odds, Sylvanas' weapons wouldn't have much of an effect, so instead she gathered the darkness within her and screeched. A piercing, magically-enhanced wail resounded through the forest, but to Sylvanas' surprise, instead of crumpling to the dirt, the charging worgen continued to advance without faltering in the slightest.
With the tree at her back, the Banshee Queen had nowhere to run, and her shock at her best weapon being completely nullified froze her for just long enough for the lead worgen to reach her. Before she could strike out, Sylvanas felt him clamp something around her neck, and she instantly felt exhausted as she swung her sword at him.
And rather than cleaving off the beast's arm, he laughed and swatted the blade out of her hand. In her newly weakened condition, it didn't take long for the other worgen to disarm her of her other blade and her bow. Once the Dark Lady was left metaphorically toothless, her arms were seized and wrenched behind her back.
"Release me!" Sylvanas yelled. "Or I will send you all to an early grave!" Whatever magic they'd done to her had robbed her of her supernatural abilities, and no matter how hard she tried, Sylvanas could not turn incorporeal to escape their grasp. All she was left with was her own natural strength, and while she was rather fit for an elf, she was no match for the broad muscles of the worgen.
"The funny thing is," a gruff voice spoke up from the trees, "I think she actually believes that." The binding collar had been Sylvanas' first clue that this ambush was more than it appeared, but the emergence of four familiar worgen from the darkness confirmed it without a doubt. Genn Greymane, Ivar Bloodfang, Darius Crowly, and Tobias Mistmantle, all looming in their towering worgen forms and grinning down at the grappled elf.
"Greymane!" Sylvanas shrieked. "I should have known you were behind this!"
"Yes, you should have," Genn chuckled. "But I knew you'd be too arrogant to think that anyone would dare lay such a trap for you. And that you'd refuse protection. All I had to do was dangle the bait out there and you fell for it hook, line, and sinker."
The surrounding worgen all laughed along with their leader, and if blood still flowed through Sylvanas' veins she would have been flushing in shame and humiliation. She really had been reckless, charging forward without a second thought and even scolding Nathanos for suggesting such a thing. And now here she was, about to pay for her haughtiness at the hands of her most reviled foes.
Greymane reached to his ears and pulled out two little sparkling tubes. "Anti-magic earplugs," he explained casually to the embarrassed banshee as the rest of the worgen followed suit. "Did you really think we'd come after you without some sort of way to counter that annoying wailing?"
"It hasn't been an issue so far," Sylvanas said through gritted teeth. "After all, you can't teach an old dog new tricks."
"I'm glad you can see the funny side in all of this too," Greymane growled, "But I can smell your fear." Without warning, he reached forward and seized Sylvanas around the neck, his huge paw easily wrapping the entire way around it. The other worgen let her arms drop, but her renewed resistance was in vain as her dainty fists beat uselessly against Genn's chiseled forearm. He lifted her into the air as if she were no more than an errant kitten, easily holding her aloft at eye level. He leaned in, giving her cheek a long, slow lick even as she recoiled in revulsion. "I can taste it too."
"The only thing I smell is wet fur," Sylvanas hissed. And even though Genn couldn't actually choke her out, the sensation of being held in the air purely by his grip around her throat was disturbing enough for the proud banshee. "And I have seen things far scarier than monsters in top hats. Things far beyond what your pitiful mind can even comprehend!"
"Enough of this prattle," Darius grunted. "Let's just do what we came here to do before her boy-toy shows up and sneers us all to death."
"I wouldn't mind as long as he brought some of those Dark Whores for us to enjoy as well," Ivar said, and many of the worgen nodded along in agreement. As far as spiteful, undead elves were concerned, Sylvanas' rangers were still prime specimens of fuckmeat, and many worgen had long held dreams of breaking them on their cocks. But they weren't too concerned about that at the moment, not when they had the Queen Bitch herself helpless and at their mercy.
Greymane carried their prize by her neck to the middle of the clearing, showing her off even as she tried to wriggle from his unyielding grip. Once he reached the center of the pack, he raised one hand and positioned directly over Sylvanas' heart. "After all the trouble you've caused," he began, "I think it's only fair that you make it up to us." He hooked his claw in the top of Sylvanas' purple breastplate, and before she could even begin to protest, he tore through it like it was made of paper.
Rent in half, the Dark Lady's chest protector clattered to the ground and gave the surrounding worgen their first look at her bouncing bosom. Sylvanas' blue tits were still incredible even in her undead state, much larger than the average elf's and without a hint of sag. They stood high and proud on her chest, two perfect perky globes capped with darker purple nipples already hardening in the cool Tirisfal air.
Sylvanas' screamed in outrage, trying desperately to cover herself with her arms, but with all the shaking and squirming she was doing, along with the sheer size of her bust, meant that she wasn't having much success. The watching worgen all hooted and hollered as the enemy of life was undressed before their eyes, eyeing her hungrily as they waited for Genn to continue.
"What's wrong, bitch?" Genn asked mockingly. "Given how skimpy your armor is, I figured you'd be more used to putting on a show."
Sylvanas had no smart retort for that, so she resumed thrashing in his grip, which had the delicious side effect of making her newly-freed tits jiggle and dance wildly. "Or maybe this just isn't enough for you," Genn pondered. He lifted the Dark Lady higher and repeated the process with the bottom half of her metal bikini, tearing it with his claws and divesting her of the crumpled metal.
But this time, the audience was in for a different kind of treat when they caught sight of the thong still covering her pussy. "Oho, what's this?" Genn asked in delight. "Did you dress up special just for us? Or were you planning on having your wicked way with Saurfang once you had him under your thrall?"
"Fuck… you," Sylvanas spat, causing Greymane to raise an eyebrow.
"No, that comes later," he said idly. "But now I have to wonder if you have a thing for orcs. After all, you must have been giving them something to let you join the Horde and then to become warchief. Did you just bend over for every green cock you could find so they'd listen to you?"
"I would never debase myself with such filth," Sylvanas raged in response.
"Well that's just hurtful," Genn said mockingly. "Those are your allies you're talking about. And don't worry, my men and I will teach you to appreciate 'such filth'." He grabbed the Banshee Queen's thong with his free hand, but rather than tearing it from her body, he lifted it higher, grinding the material into her crotch as he stretched it upward.
Sylvanas squealed at the sudden sensation of fabric rubbing against her cunt, but a moment later the thong snapped, leaving her bottom half just as bare as the top. There was no way for the Dark Lady to hide everything that Genn had uncovered, and yet she twisted about doing her best to block the worgen's view of her exposed body.
The Banshee Queen's ass was just as perfect as her tits, a gloriously round rump that flared out from her hips, yet retained enough firmness to bounce a gold piece off of. Her thick thighs were just as sculpted as her rear, taut cords of muscle covered with plush flesh that was just begging to be groped. And to top it all off, her bare blue pussy was nestled at the apex of her thighs, looking enticingly tight and inviting to any worgen cock ready to pry it open.
"Now," Greymane said, "it's time to find a better use for that smart mouth of yours." He dropped Sylvanas to her knees, her pauldrons crashing to the ground alongside her without the anchor of her metal bra to hold them up. Dazed, Sylvanas could only watch in horror as Genn fished his cock from his trouser, a massive red monster as long and thick as her forearm. And sitting there, naked save for her cape and boots, Sylvanas realized the implication of his words.
She clamped her mouth shut as hard as she could, refusing to budge an inch even as Greymane insistently poked at it with his tip. "Open up, bitch," he growled, "or things will get very unpleasant for you."
Not really sure how things could get much worse, Sylvanas refused, turning her head back and forth in an effort to escape Greymane's questing prick. As a result of Sylvanas moving herself off-angle, Genn often found his dick rubbing across the Banshee Queen's face, a situation he wasn't exactly displeased with, especially as he started to coat her proud features with the first drips of his pre-cum.
In fact, it gave him such a perverse idea that he halted his probing for a second. Sylvanas looked relieved for a moment, perhaps thinking she'd won, but that was when Greymane's prick came crashing back against the side of her face. "Whaa-" she gasped as her head was turned sideways from the force of Genn's vicious cockslap. "Hnngh-" she began as he smacked her other cheek.
This time though, before she could recover, the Gilnean king turned Sylvanas' head back to face him, bucking his hips forward and breaching her mouth with the tapered tip of his cock. Despite her resistance to pain, the Banshee Queen's cheeks were still stinging slightly from the punishing blows, but that was nothing compared to how fiercely she recoiled once she got her first taste of worgen cock.
But Greymane's grip on her head was iron-tight, no matter how much Sylvanas shoved against him she couldn't break herself free. Her lips were stretched far beyond their limits, wrapped snugly around a girthy worgen bitchbreaker as it began to pump back and forth. The Dark Lady tried to push him off, tried to bite down, but neither her hands nor her teeth were finding any purchase against the inhumanely strong worgen whose only goal was to plunder her mouth.
"This is a much better look for you!" Greymane crowed as he yanked Sylvanas back and forth along his length. She was glaring up at him with shock and disgust as he used her mouth like an undead fleshlight, her piercing red eyes much less fear-inducing once she'd been silenced with a dick.
Even in life, Sylvanas had never had to contend with such an impressive specimen, and it showed in the way her throat choked and spasmed around it. Spit bubbled up from her lips in streams, coating the pistoning prick until it was shiny and sticky, strands connecting her face to its invader like a spider's web. The rest of her drool dripped down her chin, splattering onto her heaving tits and making a mess of them as well.
Too many emotions were running through Sylvanas' head for her to even begin to name them all. The primary ones were shame and disgust, shame at having been captured so easily and humiliated so effectively, and disgust at having her longtime rival's cock buried down her throat. And as much as she hated to admit it, a tiny part of her was awed at how hung the worgen king was. The Dark Lady had seen countless manhoods both inside the bedroom and outside of it, but neither man nor elf nor orc came anywhere close to matching Greymane's size.
"That's right, choke it all down you banshee whore!" Genn growled, completely unconcerned with whatever Sylvanas was feeling. All he was concerned with was burying himself to hilt in her slim throat, which was proving to be a tighter squeeze than even he had imagined. Fortunately for him and unfortunately for his elven onahole, the combination of his strength and the shape of his prick was too potent for Sylvanas' tight esophagus to resist. Worgen cocks were practically engineered to be the perfect fucking machines, and Genn was making full use of that fact as he slaked his lusts upon the Dark Lady.
With a roar, he sheathed himself down Sylvanas' gullet, driving himself forward until her lips were pressed against the knot at the base of his dick. He sawed back and forth, every time pulling back until only the tip remained inside her warm, wet mouth, then thrusting back in until he could see her neck bulge around his length. His furry, cum-packed balls clapped incessantly against her chin, as if to warn the struggling elf about the payload they were preparing to deliver.
Genn reveled in his glorious triumph over the bitch who'd plagued his lands and killed his son, the heady sensations of primal vengeance and furious lust bubbling within him like a cauldron. He loved the way her weakened fists pushed futilely against his strong legs; it only made his erection throb even harder. And added to the way she was looking up at him, lips and cheeks straining and eyes watering as she choked on his cock like a two-copper whore, there was no way he was going to be able to hold out for long.
With one last vicious slam of his hips, Genn sheathed himself as far into her mouth as he could go and erupted. He pumped a tidal wave of worgen cum directly into Sylvanas' stomach, his cock firing blast after blast as his climax continued seemingly without end. Ever-so-slowly, he began to withdraw his still-firing prick from Sylvanas' throat, making sure to land a few spurts on her tongue even as she flinched from the warm, salty taste. He yanked her head off with a wet pop, the last few ropes of spunk landing on the Dark Lady's forehead, nose, and cheeks, giving her face a thorough coating despite the sheer amount of seed he'd already dumped inside her.
Sylvanas slumped over forward as Genn let go of her, still coughing and sputtering as she spat the remnants of his release onto the ground. "How dare you defile me in shuch a dishgushting manner!" she slurred around a mouthful of semen. "The shuffering I will put you through once I'm free will be beyond reckoning!"
The Banshee Queen was shaken from her vengeful tirade by another hand in her hair, yanking her head back and bringing her eye-to-tip with another throbbing worgen cock. "You wasted Genn's precious gift to you," Ivar Bloodfang grinned, "but don't worry I'll give you some more."
Ivar was as good as his word, treating the Dark Lady's mouth with just as much respect and dignity as Greymane had, before delivering another generous helping of worgen cum right down her throat. Sylvanas' only respite was that Ivar's prick wasn't quite as long or thick as Genn's but it was only a small comfort considering it was still bigger than any she had taken previously. And then after Ivar came Darius Crowley, and then Tobias Mistmantle, and then every member of the pack each having their fun with their undead cocksleeve.
During the first several skullfucks, Sylvanas had resisted as best she could. She tried to pull her head away, tried to push her furry captors back, but the elf might as well have tried to knock down Icecrown Citadel with a feather given how her own strength paled in comparison to theirs. Eventually she had to give up, letting her body go slack in an effort to maintain her strength and whatever semblance of poise she could find. The worgen didn't seem to mind either way, enjoying both her feeble struggles and her limp acceptance in equal measure.
But for Sylvanas, accepting the carnal reality of her situation brought new threats to her already-unstable psyche. The Banshee Queen had long espoused the terror and fear that came naturally with the undead state of the Forsaken along with the permanently chilling touch of the grave and the loss of most of their senses. But whereas she represented a fundamental opposite to life, the worgen on the other hand were the progenitors of it, and their primal essence was starting to chip away at the wall between their contrary existences.
Every creamy load dumped into Sylvanas' stomach and smeared across her face caused her body to warm up just a little more, the scorching heat of worgen seed driving back the darkness. The salty bitterness on her tongue was overwhelming even for her undead senses, giving her a taste of something for the first time since her resurrection. And for a being as touch-starved as the Dark Lady, the renewed sensations and feelings were so potent that it was all she could do to keep from giving into them entirely.
When at last the worgen had their fill of Sylvanas' mouth, Greymane took center stage once more. "That's a much better look for you," he sneered, taking in her now-slumped, defeated posture. Her hood and cape had fallen off somewhere along the way, leaving her naked to his gaze aside from her boots. He exulted in how the worgen had turned her cold, sharp features into cummy target practice, caking the undead elf's face in spunk, gunking up her hair, plastering her eyebrows to her forehead, and gluing up her long eyelashes with their sticky strands. A countenance that had inspired countless nightmares amongst the Alliance now humiliated under the weight of a worgen bukkake.
"One day," Sylvanas declared breathlessly, "I will rid Azeroth of you filthy abominations. And the world will thank me for it."
Greymane shook his head. "You don't seem to understand," he began, "this is the end of the road for you. There will be no escape from this. You will be a worgen slave for eternity, starting tonight."
Sylvanas looked mutinous but had no response, prompting Genn to resume his lecture. "Originally I was going to be the first to truly break you in, but I think that honor belongs to someone else now." The Gilnean king stepped aside as a new worgen took his place, this one covered in dark gray fur and glaring at the fallen queen with cold, amber eyes. Sylvanas had no idea who this newcomer was, but the bandage wrapped around his shoulder clearly identified him as the one who'd first sprung the trap.
"I am pleased to have been given such a great honor," he growled. "I would gladly have given my life to see you brought to justice, but merely taking an arrow in exchange for first claim on your cunt is much more satisfying."
"Once I escape, I'll be sure to grant you your wish," Sylvanas snarled. "My next arrow will be certain to find your heart, make no mistake."
The worgen laughed. "The only shafts you'll be touching ever again will be ours." He advanced upon the downed elf, pouncing on her even as she tried to scurry backwards. He easily flipped her over to her hands and knees, taking a firm grip around her waist and pressing his thumbs into the dimples of her back. "For being such a bitch, it's only fair to fuck you like one!"
Feeling the tapered tip of his cock pressing against her folds, Sylvanas tried to squirm away, but the worgen's grip was too tight. As he sank the first few centimeters into her snatch, her eyes shot open, her body totally unprepared to handle the penetration. As much as she loved Nathanos, there had been no such acts between the two of them post-rebirth, so the Banshee Queen might as well have been a virgin, even if she hadn't been so in life. And that meant that her pussy had no way of being ready for the dicking it was about to receive.
The worgen behind her grinned at the pathetic way her hands scrabbled at the dirt as she tried to pull herself forward, but he just planted his knees on her ankles to keep her pinned in place with his weight. From there he could start to build up a rhythm, slowly sawing his way in and out of the Banshee Queen's cunt as he relished in his triumph. The question of whether or not Sylvanas' fuckholes were still workubg as intended was answered quickly as her juices began to flow, her pussy slicking itself in unconscious preparation.
"Bitch is getting wet!" the worgen called to his buddies, and they all laughed and jeered in response. "Guess this means she really did want it!"
"Never!" Sylvanas asserted. "That means nothing!" But she couldn't deny that the feel of her tight walls being spread so deliciously around a thick worgen cock was making her head spin, and the self-lubricating she was doing allowing him to pound her harder threatened to send a moan tumbling from her mouth. And so she spat more venom to try and cover up the pleasure she was feeling. "All of Gilneas will suffer for this! I will cover your pathetic nation with so much blight that people will be afraid to speak your names lest I do the same to them!"
Genn rolled his eyes. "Will someone please shut her up? She hasn't said anything worth listening to in her entire life." Partially in eagerness to obey, and partially for his own satisfaction, the worgen railing Sylvanas leaned forward over her, wrapping his arm around her neck and pulling her upward until her back was arching painfully and she was staring up at the sky. With her throat caught in the crook of his elbow, he squeezed his bicep around her windpipe and pumped his hips harder in an effort to cut off anything the Dark Lady might try to say.
And while his attempt was noble, the momentary pause in Sylvanas' speech had more to do with this new angle allowing the worgen to push his cock deeper inside her than anything to do with trying to choke her or quash her unworking vocal cords. And so once the Banshee Queen had gotten a chance to adjust, she immediately went right back to spewing her hatred of all things worgen.
For a minute, the audience listened to Sylvanas threaten their land, their families, their possessions, anything and everything that she could swear vengeance against until eventually one worgen had heard enough. "Fine, I'll shut her up myself," he grumbled as he approached the rutting pair. "Give me that," he demanded, pushing his comrade's arm aside and taking Sylvanas' head into his own paws.
The Banshee Queen scarcely had time to react to this new development when her tongue was suddenly assaulted with the now-familiar taste of worgen dick. She was being speared into from both ends, the worgen behind her returning his grip to her waist and pulling her hips back in time with his thrusts as he started to fuck her faster. The worgen facefucking Sylvanas wasted no time in bucking his hips with all the speed he could muster, the elf's well-trained throat expanding around his cock even as it muffled her sadistic speech.
"That's better," the worgen sighed as he gagged Sylvanas with his manhood, bringing him the relief he'd been looking for both from her spoken barbs and to his aching prick. For the second time, he was treated to the inspiring sight of Sylvanas' red eyes looking up at him with undisguised hatred, which only encouraged him to ravage her throat with more intensity.
With his friend taking care of business up front, the worgen buried in Sylvanas' snatch could focus all his efforts on stuffing the banshee with as much of his cock as he could, but it wasn't until one particularly deep thrust that anything changed. The Dark Lady was still rocking between them, still twisting in their grasp, but this time, the muted squeal that emerged from her mouth was tinged with something more than anger, and the watching worgen knew it.
"The slut just moaned!" they cheered. "She's getting off from this!" Any protest that Sylvanas might have tried to make was suppressed by her red rocket gag, not that the worgen would have believed her anyway. Especially when a couple rapid-fire thrusts made her repeat the noise, the probing prick so deep inside her cunt that it was actually starting to make her feel arousal. And once she finally admitted to herself that she was feeling any amount of pleasure, it broke the dam on her thoughts until all she could focus on were the lines of lightning coursing through her body.
The smell and taste of worgen cock was ensnaring her senses, and the way the other worgen was plunging into her snatch started to tear at the thread of Sylvanas' mind. But the Dark Lady hadn't fought her way through countless battles both internal and external by being weak, she clamped down on those errant thoughts with her iron will and refused to let them linger. But although she could maintain a handle on her conscious thoughts, her body had no such need to obey, which is what made it all the more startling when she felt herself seize up, every muscle going taut, then slack, as she suddenly and violently climaxed.
The watching worgen all saw it too, the Banshee Queen's shivers and shakes suddenly stilling, and they immediately knew what had just occurred. "Greedy whore just came!" they shouted. "One cock and she's dripping like a night elf in heat!"
For Sylvanas, the experience was not so much a cause for celebration, but rather one of shock and betrayal as her own body subverted her. She had long since assumed that the pleasures of the flesh were lost to her, but her now-soaking pussy was stark evidence to the contrary. She was so surprised at the sudden heat coursing through her that she lost the strength to hold herself up, and would have collapsed face-first to the ground had she not been caught by the cock in her mouth.
"Eager bitch wants to taste more of me!" the worgen chuckled as Sylvanas practically face-planted onto his prick. Seeing no reason to deny the Dark Lady what her body so obviously wanted, he sat back on his haunches and wrapped a leg around her head, pinning it in the bend of his knee and then tucking the ankle under his other leg. With Sylvanas' skull locked in a furry figure-four, there was nowhere for her to go but down, and the worgen was all-too-eager to assist her on her way.
He yanked her head back and forth furiously, taking full advantage of her unworking lungs by keeping her mouth impaled on his cock for minutes at a time. He forced her further and further down, all the way until her dainty nose was buried in his lap and her lips were pressed against his bulge before he finally unloaded. Pumping his second load down Sylvanas' throat was just as thrilling as the first one had been, but this time it came with a little extra show.
As soon as the first drop of cum hit her taste buds, Sylvanas writhed in another orgasm, the potent taste of worgen seed sending her spiralling once more through the heights of ecstasy. Her red eyes rolled back, her body slumping even further toward the forest floor and pillowing her tits out underneath her.
For the worgen behind the Banshee Queen, he didn't just get to see Sylvanas coming undone for the second time, he got to feel it as well. Her cunt clenched and rippled around his cock, doing its level best to milk his release from his churning balls. And although he hadn't yet managed to force his knot inside, the elf's tight twat proved too tempting for him to resist. The worgen howled as painted the Dark Lady's insides with another heaping load of baby batter.
The pair of worgen withdrew, leaving Sylvanas to flop belly-down to the ground leaking cum from both ends. They were immediately replaced by another worgen, who took full advantage of the warchief's prone position by flattening himself on top of her, easily dwarfing her smaller frame as he fed his prick into her ass. He ground her head into the grass as he ravaged her backdoor, fucking her down into the earth with such ferocity that it was creating an elf-shaped impression in the dirt.
That set the tone for the furious fuckings to follow, every worgen taking their pound of flesh from the humbled and humiliated Banshee Queen. Throughout it all, whenever Sylvanas tried to fight back, tried to persuade them to let her go through threats or through pleas, another worgen would bring their cocks up to her lips and shut her up the old-fashioned way. There wasn't a single inch of Sylvanas that went untouched, they tugged on her teal tits, they creampied her cerulean cunt, and they assaulted her azure anus until she was little more than a moaning, quivering wreck.
"She's getting close to breaking," Genn observed as one of his men ravaged the elven beauty in a vicious mating press. Sylvanas' feet were bobbing helplessly over the worgen's shoulders, her head thrashing on the ground as she cried out in climax. "We just need a little more to push her over the edge." He turned to worgen who was next in line. "Let's take her off the ground this time!"
"Yes, my king." The appointed worgen walked over to where the Banshee Queen was still laying on her back, her legs spread and her abused pussy dripping a river of worgen cum into the dirt. He wrapped his strong arms around her entire body, pinning her legs up by her head and lifting her into the air. His elbows were hooked around Sylvanas' knees and his hands were clasped at the small of her back, keeping her folded in half as he centered her over his throbbing erection.
The entire world seemed to hold its breath as Sylvanas was positioned directly over the tip of the spear, her pallid blue skin contrasting sharply with the angry red of the worgen cock. And then she was dropped sharply, the worgen's tapered tip easily invading her slick folds and burrowing in deep. "Hnngh!" the Dark Lady threw her head back, touseling her ash-blonde hair as she bit down hard on her bottom lip. "Too… much," she groaned, which for the eager worgen was all the signal he needed to push onward.
Keeping the pinned elf crushed to his strong chest, the worgen expertly manipulated Sylvanas up and down, nearly pulling her off of his monstrous cock before sending her plunging back down as far as gravity would take her. The Dark Lady's legs flopped over the worgen's broad shoulders, her complete inability to find a foothold or a handhold meaning she was completely at his perverse mercy. She could feel the pummeling her tender labia were taking, the sallow skin taking a beating as it was relentlessly forced against his knot.
The wet PLAP PLAP PLAP of flesh striking flesh began to echo throughout the clearing, and when mingled with the feminine moans and wolvish growls of the worgen and his bitch, painted a clear picture of the debauchery taking place in the forests of Tirisfal.
"Do you hear that, Sylvanas?" Greymane asked. "That is the sound of your reckoning! Not a sound of triumph, not even a lament! Only the sound of an arrogant slut learning her place!"
The Banshee Queen's head was lolling in the grip of her tormentor, but she had enough wherewithal to swivel her gaze around to the worgen king. "I will never submit to such lesser beasts," she said. "When the tide of death takes this world by storm, you will know the folly of your misbegotten plot! And at that time, I will do nothing but laugh as you and your ilk are purged from reality!"
"Again with the same old speech," Greymane said dismissively. "Fire and blood, fear and death, we get it. Fortunately we don't have to keep listening to your drivel." He made a motion to the worgen busy keeping Sylvanas speared on his shaft, and the Gilnean responded by loosening his grip on the Dark Lady slightly, causing her to lean backwards until she was parallel with the ground.
From her upside-down vantage point, Sylvanas could see another worgen warrior enter her field of view, his massive cock looming over her and blotting out the moon. "You'd better not-" she began, but no sooner had her mouth opened than the worgen accepted her unwilling invitation and pushed his prick past the seal of her lips. Now she was caught on her back- well technically in the air- her vision blocked by the looming worgen standing over her as she was turned into the cockmeat in a worgen sandwich.
Spitroasted from both ends like a Durotar boar, Sylvanas took to this new position with all the grace the worgen had come to expect from the volatile elf, which is to say none at all. She could barely handle being double penetrated on her hands and knees, let alone belly-up and suspended in the air by the two iron rods of the worgen. The cock in her mouth was constantly dripping pre-cum and coaxing throatslime from her violated esophagus, the frothy mixture of which was running up her face, getting in her nose and stinging her eyes.
No matter which way she pushed, Sylvanas was trapped, she couldn't force her face off the cock in her mouth, nor could she leverage herself free from the one buried deep in her cunt. Impaled from both ends, her only freedom of movement were her hands and arms, at least until the worgen had had enough of her pathetic attempts to fight back. Two more worgen came up on either side of her, seizing her wrists and forcing her slender, calloused fingers to wrap around their shafts and jerk them off.
The Banshee Queen felt the heat from worgen pricks radiating through her, her body acting as a conduit and pulsing in time with the blood pumping through their erections. The worgen fucking her face had his ballsack pressed against her nose, and the overwhelming masculine scent of his musk was triggering the primal submission in her brain. The stirrings of her arousal were becoming more and more omnipresent, threatening to override her self-preservation and submit her to the carnal lusts of the beastmen.
'Would that be so bad?' Sylvanas wondered. 'All the mistakes I've made, the people I've failed, perhaps I should just surrender to this madness. At least then I would be able to find some amount of pleasure.' The Dark Lady shook her head violently, well at least as violently as she was able to with her mouth stuffed with worgen cock. 'NO! I have not come this far just to be defeated now! I will endure this, and rebuild the world as it should be!'
But her newfound determination was easier thought than kept, especially when the worgen began to cum. The ones using her hands as masturbatory aids went off first, spraying all over the Banshee Queen's chest and coating her toned tummy with viscous worgen spunk. Then came the one in her mouth, ramming himself to the knot in Sylvanas' mouth and unloading. And unfortunately for her, the addition of this newest load combined with her suspended position finally proved too much for her unworking stomach, and much of the worgen's seed came bubbling back up her throat.
The whorechief had been getting creampied in her mouth, pussy, and ass all day, and when her belly had been filled past it's breaking point, it all came rushing back out. Jets of cum exploded from her nostrils and surged up past her lips, dripping down her face and painting her face white just like she did with ashes during her Hallow's End speech. Her asshole fared no better, the tight ring losing its grip and allowing spurts of jizz to splatter to the ground as the Dark Lady humiliatingly leaked cum from both her front and back.
This did nothing to deter the worgen still pumping away at her pussy, in fact it only encouraged him further as Sylvanas' turned into a slutty mess right before eyes. His long, brutal strokes continued to bash his knot against the entrance to her twat, but now with the prize of close before him, the worgen refused to be denied it any longer. Slowly but surely, millimeter by millimeter, he spread the Dark Lady's walls around his girth until he finally popped his bulge inside.
Howling, the worgen climaxed as well, the fleshy bulb swelling and locking the two together as he deposited yet another load into his elven cumdump. And as had become traditional, the rush of worgen seed within her triggered another violent climax from Sylvanas, who shook like a leaf in a tempest in the worgen's grip as her pussy clamped down around his cock. The flood of juices flowing from her snatch would have undoubtedly stained the ground had it not been for the worgen's knot plugging her up and keeping their combined filth trapped inside.
"Please… no… more," Sylvanas gasped once her mouth and throat were finally clear.
"No," Genn echoed. "More."
Another worgen came up behind Sylvanas lifting her back to a vertical position and pressing his tip up against her sphincter. With the small elf squeezed between the imposing frames of the worgen, it was a simple matter to start fucking her backdoor, turning both her pussy and ass both into worgen-owned fuckholes.
The worgen kept up this rotation for countless hours, railing whichever hole wasn't currently knotted and keeping the Banshee Queen strung out on an unending tide of forced orgasms. Whenever her mewls and squeals became too much, they'd lower her down and plug her mouth as well, always making sure to keep her filled to the brim with cock and cum.
By the time each of the worgen had taken a turn, Sylvanas was a gooey, glassy-eyed mess, offering no resistance as Greymane twisted her face to look up at him once more. "Your body already knows what your mind refuses to accept," he told her. "You aren't meant for anything great. Your purpose is to serve us, to be a worgen cocksleeve for the rest of your pitiful existence. But don't worry, we will happily finish teaching you that lesson."
Sylvanas mumbled something, it might have been a refusal, it might have been a vow for vengeance, but Genn paid her no mind as four worgen arrived to take the Dark Lady from him. The first rolled onto his back, pulling Sylvanas on top of him so that she was forced into a sitting position on his lap. And once he started bouncing her up and down, she was already so worn down that she could do little more than slump against her furry captor, fingers desperately scrabbling in the ground for purchase.
Her slick, gaping, pussy offered no resistance to the worgen, and he built into a steady rhythm in no time at all. And as soon as it had been established, another worgen came up to poke his girthy cock at her backdoor. After he had easily slipped past her formerly-tight ring, he started brutalizing Sylvanas' lower half in tandem with his partner, one prick driving in just as the other was sliding out and vice versa.
Already lost in a blur of cock, a third worgen approached the Dark Lady's face and smoothly sheathed himself down her throat, burying himself to base in Sylvanas' slack mouth. But Greymane's wicked scheme to end Sylvanas' misdeeds once and for all only became apparent when the worgen underneath her and behind her shuffled forward, leaving just enough space for the final worgen to seek entrance to her cunt.
The sensation of another fat worgen bitchbreaker prodding at her pussy was more than enough to jolt the Dark Lady from her fuck-drunk state, and she finally felt the first grips of real fear when she realized what was about to take place. "No!" she pleaded. "Please don't! I can't handle it! You're going to break me in half!"
"Why is this so hard for you to understand, you stupid whore?" Greymane shouted. "This isn't one of your master plans! You don't get to shout 'enough!' and fly away like you always do! True justice has finally come for you, and this time you won't get another chance! Now, finish her!"
The four worgen needed no further encouragement, trying their best to make their mighty elfbreakers fit deeper into their chosen holes. Without the thorough training Sylvnanas' pussy, ass, and mouth had already undergone, not to mention the resilience of her undead body, they might not have been able to do it, but ever-so-gradually, the fourth began to force its way in.
Sylvanas was helpless but to shriek her distress to the stars, all the strength in her body and mind sapped by worgen cock until she was merely a limp set of holes for their amusement. She looked up at the sky, the expansive canvas that she'd never get to tear asunder, all her carefully laid machinations unraveling before her eyes. There was no more hope for her now, the lesson she'd ironically been trying to teach the rest of Azeroth.
Uncaring of their elfbitch's existential agony, the four champions of Gilneas focused solely on the enviable task of rearranging Sylvanas Windrunner's guts. To that end, they plowed and plunged, slammed and shunted, until the last bits of stubbornness from the Dark Lady's holes had been fucked away. All four worked in tandem now, following the same tempo as the original two worgen but doubled this time, keeping Sylvanas quadruple-stuffed with dick in every moment and turning her into a dripping, drooling fuckdoll one mind-melting thrust at a time.
Sylvanas had been handling double knotting throughout the period of her captivity, and even triple wasn't beyond her capabilities. But four would have been an insurmountable challenge for even the most experienced of sluts, let alone the cock-starved Banshee Queen. She was completely smothered by the four worgen, one massive wolf cock in her mouth, another in her ass, and two more reaming her pussy. It was debauchery on a scale that Sylvanas was completely unprepared to handle, her cunning and her deviousness completely useless against the dominating, destructive power of four furiously fucking worgen.
The disgraced warchief could feel her thoughts spiralling, could sense the finale approaching, but could do no more to stop it than she could go back in time to prevent the fall of Silvermoon from happening in the first place. She felt their cocks trembling, saw the knots swelling, heard their breathing growing harried, smelled the pungent scents of sex, a cornucopia of sensations far beyond anything she'd experienced as a banshee. How fitting that the closest Sylvanas would come to feeling alive again would be the moment of another rebirth for her, albeit this time from deranged tyrant to worgen cockwhore.
'I'm losing my mind!' the Dark Lady realized through her sex-fogged thoughts. 'I'm so close! I'm going to cum! I'm going to… I'm going to… BREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!' The twilight of the Banshee Queen came in an instant, a cataclysmic orgasm rocking her body at the same time the four worgen all rammed their knots inside, quadruple-locking Sylvanas down and shattering her mind forever.
As she was flooded with four copious wolven loads, Sylvanas' scarlet eyes rolled all the way back into her head and her little pink tongue flopped uselessly from her mouth in slutty ahegao. She twitched and quivered in the worgen's grasp, every muscle flexing and unflexing, clenching and unclenching, as her entire psyche rewrote itself in service to her new masters. All of her plans meant nothing. The Jailer meant nothing. Nathanos meant nothing. All that mattered to Sylvanas now was becoming the best banshee bitch she could possibly be and the reward she'd get for it.
In contrast to the screaming finale, the moments that followed were eerily quiet. The Dark Lady's coos and moans and gone silent as her ghostly brain shut down and rebooted from euphoric overload, and the surrounding worgen waited breathlessly to see what kind of creature would emerge from her now-insensate shell. Eventually, the erections of the four victorious heroes softened, and as they withdrew, practically dragging her guts out along with their cocks, they let Sylvanas flop bonelessly to the ground and leaned her against the tree.
Ivar was the first to approach, tapping Sylvanas on the side of the head with a pointed claw. "Still in there, bitch?"
The elf just mumbled in response.
"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you."
"...Mmm...Mmm...More…Cocks… Cum… Pleashhhh"
Ivar looked surprised for a second, then threw his head back and laughed boisterously. "Crazy slut still wants more, and I say we give it to her!" He rolled onto his back, pulling the unresisting Sylvanas along with him so she was resting on his chest. He lifted her hips up and positioned her ass atop his cock, only letting her fall back down so he could spear into her backdoor. He bounced the delirious elf up and down as fast as he could, unconcerned with how her limp body ragdolled in his grasp. "What are you lot waiting for? She's got more holes don't she?"
Tobias was next up, kneeling in front of Ivar and rubbing his prick along the Dark Lady's soaking pussy lips, which made a wet schlorp as they clung to his manhood. Even with his knot level with her stretched asshole, Tobias' cock reached out far past Sylvanas' navel, a mighty worgen fuckstick born to ruin tight pussies. After Tobias slammed himself to the hilt in the Dark Lady's cunt on the first try, he and Ivar brutalized her cunt and ass together, coring her out and starting to wake her from her cock-induced stupor.
"Mmm, yes, more," Sylvanas groaned as the light started to return to her eyes. The cock-shocked Dark Lady assisted her two worgen studs the only way she could, by grabbing the heels of her boots and using them as handles to keep her long, blue legs spread open in a wide V to give Tobias and Ivar easier access to her holes. "Fuck me more! Harder! Use my worthless body however you want! I'm nothing but a worgen-owned cumslut! I want your cocks! I want your cumMMMPPHHH!"
Darius had grown tired of hearing the Banshee Queen's voice, even in the midst of listening to her utterly debase herself, and so he'd gone ahead and shoved his prick right back down her throat, muffling her desperate appeals for more. But even though she was being triple-teamed by three hung worgen, anyone in attendance could see that it wasn't enough for the new Sylvanas Windrunner.
She was actively working her hips in Ivar's grasp, shaking her plump ass up and down as her greedy holes devoured his and Tobias' pricks. She bobbed her head back and forth furiously in Darius' lap, sloppily deepthroating him and using one hand to fondle his furry balls. She was participating so enthusiastically in her own degrading gangbang that it came as a bit of a shock when she actually pulled her lips off Crowley's cock for a moment.
"I need more!" she begged. "More cock! Fuck me harder! Fuck me stupid! Treat me like the brainless whore I really ammmm!" Darius looked a touch sheepish as he quickly muffled Sylvanas again, embarrassed that he'd let her speak for a second even if it had been simply to scream more obscenities.
Greymane's expression was a bit more intrigued. Even he couldn't have anticipated that the Banshee Queen would fall so far. But with all her holes occupied, there wasn't really room for him to get involved. Unless…
He looked at the way Sylvanas' slender elfin ears were fluttering in heady bliss, and seeing the possibility, made up his mind to truly ruin her. He stepped up opposite to Darius and took the undead elf's head in a tight grip, pressing the pointed tip of his cock up against the side of her head. The other three leaders ceased their movements for a second, and the surrounding worgen went quiet as they watched in wondrous awe at what their king was attempting.
Sylvanas' scarlet eyes went wide in equal parts anticipation and apprehension as she realized what Greymane was about to do. Having her thoughts metaphorically scrambled by cock was one thing, but having it happen literally was another beast entirely. 'This really is the end,' Sylvanas thought to herself. Had she still been in full possession of her sanity, she might have felt a sense of loss, a lament for what might have been, but given that the only thing on her mind- literally and figuratively- was worgen cock, the tattered shreds of what had once been her grandest designs were little more than a footnote.
Not that her observation hadn't been true from the moment of her mindbreak, but now it was truly sinking in that her fate, the final fate of the Banshee Queen, would not be ruling atop the world, or even being tormented in the Maw, but instead she'd spent eternity as a worgen fuckpet thanks to the cock of her formerly most hated enemy about to skewer her brain.
The tightness of Sylvanas' ass and pussy were nothing compared to her ear, but Greymane refused to be denied. He circled his hips, trying to get his prick to gain any bit of entry, keeping the Dark Lady's head perfectly still in his grasp as he shoved his hips up against her cheek. Finally, through much grunting and much exertion, he managed to force the smallest bit of his cock inside, and that was all he needed.
Genn began to rock his hips back and forth, every bump feeding just a little more dick toward the Banshee Queen's brain. Her unsurprisingly tight ear canal began to spread around him, and once he'd managed to cram his head inside, he could begin to literally skullfuck her. Once the worgen king finally started to pick up the pace, that was the signal for the rest of his compatriots to resume their own furious thrusting.
Together, the four worgen leaders howled in triumph as they turned Sylvanas Windrunner into a four-hole rocket socket. And although each of them was undoubtedly a winner, the question of who was getting the best piece of the prize was up for debate. Was it Ivar Bloodfang railing the Dark Lady's famously thick ass? Was it Tobias turning her womb into his condom? Darius getting to feel the vibrations of a banshee scream as he facefucked her? Or Genn who'd crossed a perverse barrier and was using her entire head as his cocksleeve?
Or perhaps the biggest winner was Sylvanas herself, now hopelessly addicted to worgen cock and loving every second of her quadruple penetration. Not that the Dark Lady could think in such abstract concepts at the moment, not with a hefty worgen prick pummeling away at her brain. All she got were fleeting impressions rather than any clear thoughts or images- mostly of cocks, knots, and cum- but that was more than enough to satisfy her.
Orgasm after orgasm ripped through the Banshee Queen's body, sundering earthquakes of pleasure that would have felled a normal woman. But Sylvanas was too far gone to care about normal, too lost to the world of all-consuming lust that each climax only fueled her arousal. She was practically more succubus than elf at this point, a being whose only satisfaction came from getting fucked past the point of oblivion.
Greymane knew it too, if things he was yelling at her were any indication. "Worthless undead whore!" he shouted. "Useless jizzrag! Azeroth would have been much better off if I'd turned you into worgen mattress meat years ago! Banshee Queen? Don't make me laugh. You're a Size Queen! Nothing more than a stupid gutterslut who got delusions of grandeur and needed to be reminded that a forsaken cumtrophy was all she'd ever be!"
Sylvanas gurgled something around the cock in her mouth, an agreement, an addition, it was irrelevant. Her mouth wasn't to be used for talking, it was to be used solely to slurp and lick and clean the worgen pricks she was so slavishly devoted to. Her hands weren't meant to swing swords and shoot bows, they were meant to jerk and stroke and rub oversized worgen shafts when her fuckholes were unavailable.
The slight body of Sylvanas Windrunner could barely be seen around the four towering worgen, but the howls and squelches and shrieks and moans were more than enough to paint a vivid picture of the lewd revelry taking place. Nobody could blame the worgen in question for not having incredible staying power, not with the way they were debauching the Dark Lady's body, and so it came as no surprise when the activity of the clearing suddenly became even more frantic.
Genn, Darius, Ivar, and Tobias all moved in furious concert, looking like hairy blurs to an outside observer as they all greedily savaged Sylvanas' body. Furry balls slapped against her cheek, her chin, and her ass as the four men all savagely sought their own release, their undead cumdump little more than a toy in their grasp. As if they'd been training for this for their entire lives, all four worgen worgen leaders rammed their knots into their chosen hole, the bulges swelling and inflating until they were sealed in place.
Four worgen howled and four worgen erupted as they drowned the mindbroken elf in worgen cum. Sylvanas' belly swelled from the massive loads being pumped into her stomach from above and below, the hard planes of her abs bulging outward from the sheer volume of seed Tobias was dumping into her womb. Up above, the torrent of Greymane's spunk was far too much for her head to handle, his discharge spewing from her ears and nose as her cranial cavity overflowed.
It felt like hours before the releases of the worgen leaders were finally spent and their knots deflated, and when they withdrew, Sylvanas flopped bonelessly to the ground in a puddle of filth. The Dark Lady was completely blissed out, her plump blue tits smushed against the dirt, her red eyes rolled back in their sockets, and her tongue lapping unconsciously at the puddle of spunk on the ground.
"Somebody pick that up," Genn said, barely winded and gesturing to the insensate elf. "Her debt isn't even close to being repaid." Another worgen scooped Sylvanas up and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of grain, mindful of the way she was still leaking cum from every orifice. The Banshee Queen gave no reaction, her thoughts and insides having been turned to mush once more.
And as the worgen portaled away from Lordaeron, they did so with their newest prize in tow. No longer would Sylvanas Windrunner threaten Azeroth, and no longer would the Alliance and Horde be subject to the whims of a homicidal dictator. Instead, her body would be put to much better use, namely servicing every worgen cock that came across her. And where her body went, her mind would follow, never to plot or manipulate ever again- unless it was in the service of hunting down even more wolf dick to feed her insatiable slutty appetite. The reign of the Banshee Queen might have been over, but the reign of the Banshee Whore had just begun.