Genn Greymane vs Sylvanas Windrunner

'It ends tonight.' Sylvanas slinked silently through the dark halls of Stormwind Keep, her heeled elven footsteps as quiet as a whisper, a blanket of shadows covering her body. Well past after midnight, few people roamed the marbled halls save for the ever-vigilant patrolling guards, but they were no match for the elegant prowess of a former ranger-general who had been stalking prey since long before these humans had crawled out of the cradle. This sneaking mission was less a challenge for Sylvanas and more like a game as she sought out her prey.

Though it may have seemed unusual for the self-titled queen of the Forsaken to be walking through the stronghold of an Alliance city, she was not there uninvited. In fact, the rest of the Horde envoy lay sleeping comfortably in their guest quarters within the keep, entirely ignorant to the Banshee Queen's personal mission. They all were part of a diplomatic team sent on the eve of a joint mission to strike at the Legion, who had once again invaded Azeroth and begun assembling a massive force on the Broken Isles. Such a threat meant that the Alliance and Horde had to set aside their differences to work together, but that was easier said than done.

Still, true to her word, Sylvanas had attended the meeting with King Varian as both sides discussed strategy and the terms of their temporary truce, but the banshee hardly paid attention to a single word. Instead, her attention was precisely focused upon one individual for whom she retained a burning hatred, a feeling which was entirely mutual. Genn Greymane sat at Varian's side, and he likewise never took his eyes off Sylvanas. The two of them stared venom at each other throughout the entire meeting, which was only broken when they all adjourned for the evening. So now, in the dead of night, Sylvanas struck out from her assigned quarters, evading the men assigned to guard her door, in order to finally end this blood feud between them. The rest of the Horde would surely be outraged at her actions, but it mattered little. This entire war, as a matter of fact, was insignificant compared to the grand schemes Sylvanas had secreted away in her dark mind. But that would have to wait.

Sylvanas knew deep inside her dark heart – or at least whatever remained of that shriveled organ in her undead chest – that Genn felt the same way. Neither of them would ever stop hunting the other, even against the advice and protests of their own allies. To that end, Sylvanas knew she had to strike first. And strike decisively. She found Graymane's private quarters with ease – all she had to do was follow the unmistakable stench of mangy dog. Her lithe body moved like a shadow itself, inching along the walls closer and closer to her target, until finally she stood at the foot of his bed. Looking down at him, it amused Sylvanas to see how vulnerable the mighty wolf-king seemed in his sleep. Like most Gilneas, Genn slept in his human form, laying atop a fine set of silk sheets with his muscular chest bare to the open air. Eyes closed, the only movement the gentle rise and fall of slumbering breaths, it almost seemed too easy. As Sylvanas raised her dagger high and prepared to plunge it into his beating heart, she almost lamented how easily she had beaten her foe. Almost.

But then, just as her arms came down, they froze in midair. Something had caught her attention, something she hadn't expected in her wildest dreams. The covers had fallen off Genn during his sleep, exposing his trousers and the impossible-to-ignore bulge resting in the seat of his pants. 'No… That's impossible.' Sylvanas couldn't believe what she saw. Even without laying eyes directly upon his manhood, the implication was clear. Just from the tented fabric alone, she had to estimate that he was easily the biggest she had ever encounter. And that simply wouldn't do because as few people knew, except for the most trusted individuals in the Banshee Queen's inner circle, Sylvanas had a terrible little secret…

She was an insatiable cockslut.

After all, that was the singular reason why she kept Varimathras around for so long, despite all his constant treachery. The dreadlord possessed a demonic cock that was unrivaled in its size and sheer girth, and Sylvanas spent many nights commanding him to fuck her tight elven holes senseless, stretching her body in unimaginable ways as her blissful screams echoed throughout the Undercity. But after Varimathras's final betrayal, Sylvanas was left without anyone to fill that empty void in her life. She had tried orcs and tauren, who were enough to sate her for a time, but none of them were truly able to scratch that yearning itch deep within her womb.

Sylvanas hadn't realized she was staring at Genn's crotch with her mouth open until her tongue had completely dried. She tried to get a grip on herself, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from him. It seemed like a cruel joke that her most hated enemy might be the only one gifted enough to satisfy her, but she knew then and there she couldn't kill him yet. Not until she knew for certain.

Gently, the dark elf laid her dagger on the floor and dropped to her knees for a better look. She leaned in over Genn until her face was mere inches away from his bulge, and only now did she truly comprehend its majesty. It nearly towered over her like a rising mountain, forcing her to tilt her head back just to behold its entirety. With careful gentleness so as not to awaken him, Sylvanas pulled down Genn's pants, which proved more difficult than anticipated when his manhood caught on the waistband. The banshee clenched her teeth in frustration and tugged harder, silently cursing the old wolf's stubbornness even in his sleep, when unexpectedly his cock came loose, swinging back like a spring-loaded goblin mechanism and slapping her across the face with its heavy weight.

She gasped, the tail end of which melted into a moan from the contact. Without thinking, she leaned in and brought her cheek flush against his shaft, eager for more of that direct skin-to-skin feeling that she had missed. She could feel its virility throbbing through those thick pencil-wide veins. Genn was just a man, but he put orcs and even demons to shame with his impressive cock. And the smell… Sylvans lowered her head, placed her slim nose directly above his wrinkled sac, and took a deep whiff of his scent.

Instantly, everything went white as Sylvanas's mind blanked out. On the outside, her red eyes crossed and wet tongue lolled out like a panting dog, and on the inside she completely lost control. It was only for a few seconds, but it was enough to convince Sylvanas that she had to have him. "It's mine…" she said aloud, forgetting her need to be silent in the midst of her cocklust. Her hand reached out, grasped his shaft, and tilted it back so she could run her tongue all the way up from Genn's balls to the tip of his dick, leaving a slimy trail in her wake. Her slender body shuddered from head to toe at the taste of him, her pussy already working into overdrive to transform her panties into a flooded mess. Unable to control herself – which at this point she didn't even want to – Sylvanas licked him again. Then again and again, until his entire manhood was as dripping wet as her cunt.

Her mind was already busy making plans for Genn even as her mouth worshipped his manhood. Without a doubt, she'd allow him to live. But of course she'd have to capture him and find a way to bring him back to Lordaeron. There, he'd live out the rest of his days as her personal worgen sex slave, a collar around his neck and chained to the bed as she rode him to orgasm after blissful orgasm. That would be her ultimate victory, the one way to prove that she had won their feud. Already her body was burning in delight at imagining the utter hatred in his eyes as she tightened the leash and bounced her lean body atop his cock.

Her purple lips descended to his balls, wrapping around them in a gentle embrace as she sucked and tongued the twin orbs. He was absolutely brimming with cum, to the point that Sylvanas could practically taste it through the thin skin. Just the promise of tasting his seed sent her saliva into overdrive, until she was drooling uncontrollable on his scrotum. Sylvanas couldn't wait to receive his first load, her mouth sealed around his tip to ensure no leakage, her throat gulping down dense, sticky spurts as her tongue wriggled along his tired flesh to coax ever more into her greedy maw. If there was one thing that could possibly rival her love for cock, it was cum. It's taste, it's aroma, it's texture…

Sylvanas couldn't wait any longer. Genn's balls fell from her lips with a soft pop, and she kissed a trail up the underside of his shaft. When she reached his cockhead, Sylvanas slithered her tongue around the tip and pulled it into her waiting mouth. Her sultry moan vibrated around his flesh, and without hesitation she sank downward to taste the first few inches. Then it hit the back of her throat and made Sylvanas realize she had only taken a quarter of his length! Her wide eyes stared down at the rest of his unswallowed cock, a challenge unlike any she had ever faced before. And while that alone thrilled the elf, she couldn't help but wonder what it might look like in his worgen form. She had already had her fun with some Gilneas prisoners in the past, so Sylvanas knew first-hand how much longer and thicker their dicks became after the transformation. And that was even without mentioning their vulgar knot…

The cock-hungry banshee prepared herself to push down the rest of Genn's cock, but then she felt a steely grip on the back of her head. Her bright eyes, now far wider than when she was measuring the enormity of her deepthroating task, slowly trailed up the Gilnean's body to find him now fully awake and staring back at her. "Well now, isn't this a surprise."

In a panic, Sylvanas pulled back to extract her mouth off the man's dick, but his strong grip kept her firmly rooted in-place with lips stretched around his girth. She sputtered with a mouthful of meat, unable to even explain herself after being caught in such a compromising position. But it didn't seem Genn was interested in an explanation. His fingers tightened in her deathly pale hair. "Your depravity truly knows no limits," he continued with a sneer. "I should have known you were as stupid as you were evil, Sylvanas."

Her name on his lips sent a shiver down Sylvanas's spine. Again she tried to pull off him, and again she was denied. Sylvanas groaned around his dick, which she immediately regretted as the pleasurable stimulation made him twitch and swell even further, forcing her tongue to flatten to the floor of her mouth. Now that the aged king was awake, his dick was waking up to its full strength as well, no longer held back by the fog of sleep. "But if you're such a dumb whore that you couldn't resist a taste…" Genn's lips split into a nasty grin, two rows of teeth glinting in the dark. "All you had to do was ask."

Sylvanas's entire body stiffened with realization a mere second before Genn pushed down and forced her mouth to take the rest of his prodigious length. Inch after inch of throbbing cock disappeared behind her lips, which stretched further and further as she neared the widest point of his member. Sylvanas already knew from before that her hand couldn't even wrap fully around his girth, her fingertips failing to meet on the other side, and already her jaw ached from the effort. But she didn't hate – couldn't hate the glorious sensation of the biggest dick she'd ever handled breaching the narrow entrance of her throat and pushing beyond. Sylvanas squealed every inch of the way, still trying to fight against it while her body had already decided to surrender. Down below, her cunt was practically gushing inside her thong, which was now so overloaded that the juices spilled down her thighs. And as her nose came closer and closer to his musty ball sac, the scent of Genn's virile masculinity scrambled the last vestiges of her resistance. She already had no hope of fighting back against his advantageous hold on her, but that slight hope quickly faded into near impossibility as both arms went slack at her side and Sylvanas's entire world became overwhelmed by the sheer power of human cock.

"If you want a taste, then you need to be prepared to go all the way," grunted Genn as he buried Sylvanas's nose in his greyed pubic hair. The full length of his cock was now firmly rooted in her throat, and he paused to revel in his dominion over the haughty elf, watching her gag and heave around his manhood, tears running down her stained cheeks, her once-slim throat now nearly doubled in size while holding him. But that was merely a prelude to his victory, and now it was time to break the banshee.

Pulling her up just by her hair alone, Genn yanked Sylvanas off his cock until just the tip was nestled within the snug embrace of her silky lips. Then he slammed her back down, reaming straight through her throat once more and forcing the former ranger to release a filthy glurrkk that filled the room. It amused Genn so much that he did it again, lifting Sylvanas's head then forcing her back down. Then again and again, treating her mouth and throat as crude masturbation tools.

At first, Sylvanas glared up at him with dark seething rage in her crimson gaze, but soon those eyes started to roll back in their sockets as the pleasure of her brutal throatfucking consumed her. After all, this was exactly what she wanted, what the Banshee Queen had craved all those long, lonely nights since losing her dreadlord consort. And while it pissed her off to no end that she had lost the power struggle in this duel, there was no way she could possibly resist Genn's cock and how it so perfectly exploited her weaknesses. Sylvanas was now drooling like a mindless drone, thick trickles of saliva coursing down the shaft to utterly drench his balls. The loud glrk-glrk of forced entry eventually quieted as her body involuntarily relaxed, her throat opening itself up to welcome his repeated entry. If Sylvanas still had control of her mind, she would have resisted to the very end, but there was simply too much. Too much cock, too much masculine power, too much mind-numbing bliss.

But all that swiftly came to a messy end, but not in the way Sylvanas had hoped. Genn tugged her off more fiercely, nearly pulling out several tufts of hair in the process. His cock exploded from her mouth, splattering spit and precum across her beautiful face. Sylvanas blinked, her eyes returning to their neutral position in her head, but she could do nothing but stare dumbly at the slime-coated cock waving in front of her, transfixed as though hypnotized. Her mind struggled to compose itself, only to fail time and time again whenever a strong whiff of his musk would pass by and reset her back to zero. Her mouth hung open, tongue out and wriggling just out of reach of his tip, looking utterly shameless.

It was a look that both amused and disgusted Genn. To think that this filthy slut had been the source of so much ire and pain, when all this time she was nothing more than a base whore. It infuriated him beyond rational belief, stoked within him a great rage that needed to teach this bitch a lesson she would not soon forget. With an ear-splitting howl, Genn's body instantly sprouted shaggy grey fur from head to toe, his human visage elongating into a snout with wicked fangs gnashing between his jaws. A newly formed paw with razor-sharp claws slashed outward and raked across Sylvanas's chest, shredding away the leather that covered her breasts.

As soon as the cold night air touched her exposed nipples, Sylvanas snapped out of her cock-drunk haze and realized the escalation of danger. No longer was a middle-aged man staring down at her but instead a savage beast, huffing with fury as it glared at her with predatory eyes. She tried to leap to her feet and escape, but Genn was quick to seize the elf with his tremendous strength and lift her up in the air, her blue breasts bouncing in the twilight. Then he dropped Sylvanas down between his legs, her face once more returned to where it belonged just inches from his cock.

"I said you need to be prepared to go all the way, didn't I?" he growled, his voice now much darker and deeper in pitch. Once more, he snagged a tight fistful of her long hair, though his grip was decidedly less gentle than before. "I once thought you to be the greatest threat to Azeroth. Yet come to find out you're nothing more than a cocksucking harlot! The world deserves a better class of villain than you!"

His words cut at her pride, but Sylvanas was neither in a position to disagree nor do anything about his ironclad hold on her. All she could do was glare back at him, her face wearing the mess of a sloppy blowjob. "Hold your tongue, mutt! I am the Banshee Queen and rightful ruler of Lorda—Hrrkk!"

Genn silenced her imperious nonsense by forcing her down and stuffing her mouth full of cock. But this time, Sylvanas had to contend with the unique changes of his worgen physiology. Gone was the pale flesh of a human's member, now replaced by one that was bright red in color and nearly twice as thick. Not to mention the several inches added to the total length. The tip now came to a smooth taper, which made it perfectly suited for wedging itself straight down her throat. Sylvanas gurgled loudly, her hands pounding futilely against Genn's powerful legs to make him stop. But no matter how much she struggled, the worgen king could not be deterred until he made a sheath out of his enemy's throat.

Once more, Sylvanas's slim neck bloated obscenely as the slick crimson length slipped deeper. Her jaw ached, the corners of her mouth straining as those deep violet lips stretched in an exaggerated oval around Genn's girth. Tears fell freely from her eyes like a torrential downpour, her wide eyes frozen in awe as shaky pupils watched more and more dick disappear from view and into her bottomless maw. And with each second that ticked by, that vulgar wolf knot came closer and closer, looming like an oncoming train. All the past worgen prisoners whom Sylvanas had conscripted for her nightly affairs paled in comparison to its mass, which sent a frightful shudder down her back until it ended in an anticipatory throb deep within her womb. 'There's absolutely no way that'll fit! It's going to break me!'

The cock-throated elf was at least right on one part. As soon as Genn's knot bumped up against her lips, signaling the full delivery of his pulsating shaft down her gullet, he finally met the first barrier he could not overcome. At least not without a bit more "gentle persuasion." With a frustrated grunt, he yanked back on Sylvanas's hair, tugging her off his prick with a heaving retch. But before his tip could emerge from her mouth, he punched her head back down, falling like a comet until her lips once more rebounded off his impossible knot. "I thought a degenerate like you would be able to handle my cock with ease, but it seems you haven't been fully broken in yet. Allow me to do the honors!"

Sylvanas squealed as best she could with his spit-drenched cudgel constricting her vocal chords, her eyes filled with dread and long ears wilted like dead flowers. As Genn pulled her hair and prepared himself to treat her throat as a sleeve for his dick again, she knew this wouldn't end until he made a proper knotsocket out of her mouth. And likely wouldn't stop with just claiming that hole alone. She gurgled and heaved as the bestial king used her as a toy, skullfucking the helpless banshee with incredible ease now that he had successfully pried her throat wide open. Up and down, over and over, her head bounced in his lap, whatever hair wasn't trapped within his fist flailing wildly in the air like a ghostly trail. Her radiant eyes – the brightest things in the dead of night save for the full moon shining outside the window – rattled and rolled in their sockets.

But the worst reaction to the brutal facefuck was happening down below where neither of them could see. Both of Sylvanas's plump thighs were slickened by arousal, with more pouring out of her quivering pussy by the second. The dull heat deep within her loins had been stoked into a raging inferno thanks to the oppressive amount of worgen musk and precum flooding her senses. Her bare nipples as well, which scraped against the scraggly fur of his legs on every downstroke, were hard as diamonds and burning like embers at the tip of her mounds. Sylvanas's whole world had rapidly come crashing down, her own identity washed away by delirious lust, only to be replaced by a singular instinctive need to receive as much of Genn's godly cock as possible.

Sylvanas felt like a prisoner within her own body. She desperately wanted to coil her tongue around his shaft, but it was pinned down and immobilized by his throbbing girth. She wanted to stroke and praise his hairy balls in preparation for the immense load he would soon pour down her throat, but both arms hung limply at her sides as all her attention had been poured into simply not blacking out from the oral abuse. But more than anything, she wanted that big juicy knot to slam into her mouth, pop past her lips, and lock itself inside exactly where it deserved to be. Every thought, every hope, in defiance of all things she held most dear – her authority, her pride, her independence – was devoted entirely to that one goal. Even if it cost her everything, Sylvanas Windrunner needed that knot!

For his part, Genn wanted nothing more than to give it to her. But each time her mouth refused to yield, his feral growls grew louder and more vicious. His claws tightened in her hair, threatening to rip it out if she didn't surrender to him. Yet no matter how much they both tried – with Sylvanas slobbering all over his cock to make it more slick and Genn bucking his hips upward – it simply would not fit. Until finally, in a desperate move, he threw Sylvanas to the side. She landed on her back upon the cool bedsheets, and for a moment she realized her chance to escape. With her lightning-fast elven reflexes, she could have been out the door in an instant. However, sensing the absence of Genn's cock, she instead stuck her tongue out in the air, coiling and writhing in hopes of one last taste of divinity.

Then a second later, her chance was gone. Genn pounced upon her, lining his cock up to her mouth again and thrusting down from above. Now crouched over her head on all fours, the worgen king had far more leverage to violate Sylvanas's drooling mouth, humping so frantically that her head was held pinned to the mattress. All she could do was lay there and take it, her legs jerking in fitful spasms each time her nose was smothered in his furry abs. The juices gushing through her thong quickly formed a puddle upon the sheets, ruining them with her lusty filth, but no one cared. Genn poured all his energy into his furious rut, bashing his knot against her lips until at last, in one long lingering moment, Sylvanas's jaw stretched to its utter limit and allowed the worgen knot to slip inside.

A deafening howl announced Genn's victory and the imminent arrival of his excessive cum. The first spurt was easy enough for Sylvanas to handle, and she gulped it down with greedy enthusiasm in her giddy haze. However, that was only a sample in comparison to the overwhelming tide that followed. Genn huffed as he fed more of his rich, thick seed to the trapped elf, each wave of his climax coming on faster than she could swallow. If not for his knot, the runny mess would have spilled past her lips and dribbled down her chin. But the seal was airtight, leaving his cum nowhere to go but down her jam-packed gullet.

In a mindless panic, Sylvanas kept trying to gulp down every shot he fed her, but just like when Genn woke up and caught her, she quickly lost control. After only a few cumshots, her stomach had already been filled to capacity, causing the rest that followed to push back upward through the only remaining escape. Sylvanas's eyes rolled back and worgen spunk spurted from her nostrils, drenching her breasts in a heavy coat of the sticky fluid. Staggered by the sheer amount of cum, her body sapped of all strength, the Banshee Queen went utterly slack, the only remaining signs of life the occasional twitching of her muscles as she was treated as a dumping ground for Genn's seed.

When his release finally ended after several minutes, Genn looked down and took a step back. With his hard knot still locked inside her mouth, his movement lifted Sylvanas's head off the bed, spilling the accumulated pool of cum that had gathered between her breasts down her stomach, which now sported a slight bump from the protein-rich meal she had just been fed. But even that still wasn't enough to satisfy the elven cockslut. As her cavities drained out and clear-headed thought returned to Sylvanas, she became aware of the worgen dick still lodged within her throat, whereupon her first instinctual response was to swirl her tongue and suckle upon the heated length, now that it was no longer fucking her senseless.

Her lecherous slurping did not go unnoticed by Genn, who snarled at the drunken bitch as her ministrations quickly brought his cock swelling back to life. He placed a flat palm against her forehead and shoved hard, wrenching his knot free from her tight lips with a sonorous plop. Sylvanas once more fell back upon the bed, white hair fanning out beneath her head. She gazed upward at the twitching member hovering above, dripping saliva and the last few droplets of cum onto her chest. Then her eyes snapped further upward to lock onto Genn's lecherous glare, and she realized this night was not yet over.

The sight of his nemesis lying atop his bed, face smeared with tears, spit, and cum, eyes glassy and unfocused, full dark breasts marked with his seed, instantly brought a surge of bestial strength to Genn. With his teeth barred in a wicked smile, he grabbed hold of her ruined quim-soaked thong and tore it easily from her body, now leaving Sylvanas as naked below as her chest was above, with only her form-fitted leather corset and heeled boots remaining. She gasped, her remaining holes now fully exposed and ready to be plundered by this wretched beast. But as he crawled over her slender form and aimed his hard cock toward her vulnerable sex, Sylvanas couldn't help but moan as her legs subliminally spread for him.

Such a perverted display disgusted him. "You're an evil, wretched creature, Sylvanas," rumbled Genn in his deep gravely voice. "You made a fatal mistake coming here tonight, but at least now your miserable life will serve an actual purpose." He seized control of her legs, grabbing them by the ankles and lifting them straight up in the air. The Banshee Queen yelped in surprise as she was practically folded in half, her comparatively frail body helpless in the hands of his powerful musculature. Now that he held her firmly locked in position, there was nothing to stop Genn from lowering his cock ever closer to her steaming wet pussy. "Welcome to the start of your new life as my personal cocksleeve."

"No!" Sylvanas looked down between her lifted legs as Genn's tip spread apart her silky folds and sank deep inside her pristine elven pussy. Already, just from the first few inches alone, Sylvanas could tell he was forever ruining her for other men, stretching out her snug cunt to surpass all previous limits. Her willful mind tried to deny what he had just said, but deep down she already knew what was happening: Genn Greymane was breaking her, transforming the deadly ranger into his bitch.

In any other scenario, it would have been everything she could have wanted. Sylvanas had spent many sleepless nights tossing and turning, frustrated by the lack of well-endowed men to satisfy her craving. To have suddenly received her wish, only to also lose all control in the process, was like some twisted nightmare, a more horrible fate than the final death she always feared. And yet, as that fat worgen shaft speared her depths with unstoppable force, all Sylvanas felt was searing ecstasy.

"Too big!" she squealed, eyes rolling back as burning pleasure electrified her body. "Too big, too big, too biiiiiggg!!!" There was no pain – her plentiful arousal had seen to that – but she nearly wished there was. In the absence of agony, Sylvanas felt only numbing bliss, and that was far more dangerous than anything else he could have done to her. Within moments, his pointed tip reached the barrier of her cervix, but she could see there were still several inches yet to be sheathed within her snatch. Genn knew it too, and he was determined to make the banshee feel it all.

With a strained grunt, the worgen king snapped his hips forward and punched his cockhead against her womb, forcing a scream from Sylvanas's lips. Her elastic walls stretched unlike anything a mortal body could accomplish, elongating to form a more suitable pocket for his monstrous cock. Her belly rippled, nudging against the leather corset from the inside, then settled once Genn managed to finally fit himself inside. He paused there, panting with his tongue hanging out his mouth as stray droplets splashed onto Sylvanas's face. The only thing yet to feel the warm embrace of her cunt was his knot, pressed firmly up against her trembling lips, but that would come in time. For now, it was time to tame the elf.

The bed and banshee alike squeaked to the frantic rhythm that Genn set immediately, his hips smacking at her open thighs. Sylvanas arched her back up off the bed, stunned by the raw electric pleasure, only to be pushed back down when Genn laid his body atop her and smothered Sylvanas beneath his oppressive weight. Her sharp heels pointed straight up toward the ceiling and bounced off Genn's shoulders on every thrust, while her dark blue skin quickly gathered a fine sheen of sweat that shone in the moonlight. "S-stopp!!" cried out Sylvanas, powerless to do anything but speak between squealing moans. "I c-can't… take…"

"Get used to it, bitch!" Genn was relentless, all the seething hatred he'd built up for Sylvanas for years finally expressed through his brutal punishment of her squelching pussy. "Your holes belong to me now. Say goodbye to all your fancy titles… You're nothing more than a banshee fuckpet!"

Sylvanas shrieked, knowing he was right. She couldn't deny how utterly he had dominated her, how easily his amazing cock had exploited her weaknesses and brought her whole façade crashing down. All the posturing, all the schemes, it was a lie. Everything was just a mask to disguise the true Sylvanas hiding beneath. The Sylvanas that wanted nothing more than to get absolutely destroyed by a fat dick, to have her insides rearranged in some new unholy order that made her only suitable as a sextoy. Her place wasn't upon some stone throne meant for kings; it was right here, legs spread, body smashed between a strong male as he took what was rightfully his.

'It's over…' realized Sylvanas as a sloppy open-mouthed smile spread across her face. 'He won… I'm his plaything now…' But any lamentations she might have felt about this ultimate fate were washed away by her first orgasm. It struck like a lightning bolt, nearly frying every nerve from how quickly it tore through her. Both legs straightened out as stiff as arrows in her quiver, and her tongue lolled out to match her already rolled back red eyes. "Cuh-cuumm…" she slurred aloud, "cuuhhmminngg…"

"Filthy slut," growled Genn. "I didn't give you permission!" But now that she was truly broken, he figured there was no point in dragging this out any longer. In order to truly mark his property, the bitch needed to be seeded. His hips dropped down at an even more brutal pace, the loud smacks ringing off the bedchamber walls. Like before with her mouth, Sylvanas's tight snatch resisted his knot, but that wouldn't last. With each mind-melting thrust, every bitch-taming blow against her cervix, her body submitted more fully to its new master, opening itself up for him more and more. Sensing the moment at hand, Genn's hips pumped in a blur, splashing his own fur wet with the moaning elf's leaking juices, but it was all worth it when his knot finally popped inside and expanded to lock tight.

It took only a fraction of a second for Sylvanas's mind to shatter into pieces, announced by the most explosive banshee scream imaginable. Her pussy, as sore as it was, squeezed down to welcome him inside, the last signal of submission before she was pumped full of virile seed. Sticky rope after rope of the dense breeding gunk poured into her barren womb, quickly overfilling that narrow space and surging back outward. Like before, the knot kept all of Genn's precious seed contained within his new cumdump, but this time it had nowhere to escape. Veritable gallons of worgen cum entered Sylvanas, who twitched and shuddered from head to toe as each new cumshot triggered a chain of orgasms that eroded the rest of her sanity.

Suddenly, Genn felt a slight pressure apon his body, and he looked down to find her corset pushing up against him. He leaned back – his knot helping to keep them securely connected as his balls continued to drain into the trembling elf – and watched as Sylvanas's belly inflated from the sheer amount of cum bloating her womb. Right before his eyes, Sylvanas ran through the early stages of pregnancy until she looked ready to pop with a healthy litter of worgen puppies, but something else popped first. Unable to contain such expansive growth, the leather corset exploded in a burst of seams and threads, falling to pieces upon the bed and revealing a perfectly round blue belly.

With a deep chuckle, Genn leaned back over Sylvanas, careful not to put his full weight upon her stomach, and ran his long wet tongue across her ear. "Not bad for your initiation, but I'm only getting started." His angry lust now sated, at least for the moment, his massive worgen form shifted back to human, though he was still plenty big enough to cover Sylvanas completely in his shadow. "Until you learn to be an obedient pet, I'm going to make a gaping mess out of each one of your degenerate holes." He reached out and tightened his fingers around her neck, choking the elf until her eyes rolled back again. "Then I'm going to transform back into a worgen and do it all over again. Until you're nothing more than a limp, comatose wreck."

At the sound of his dark promise, and with the pressure of his hand on her throat, one last orgasm ripped through Sylvanas's body. Not brought about by any extraordinary pleasure but merely by the realization that her fate had indeed been sealed. She had come here seeking an end, and now she had one. There was no going back. Sylvanas was now and forever his banshee bitch.