Sylvanas in trouble with the Elves

It wasn't Sylvanas' fault that her underlings were incompetent. After striking such a devastating blow at Teldrassil, it should have been an easy matter for the Horde to keep their hold on Darkshore secure. And yet, every report filtering back to Orgrimmar spoke of nothing but defeat, of nigh-unstoppable night elf warriors who were hell-bent on pushing the invaders not only back to the Zoram Strand, but seemingly out of Kalimdor entirely.

So the Dark Lady resolved to help settle the matter herself, leaving Nathanos in charge back in Orgrimmar and heading to Darkshore alone, unencumbered by her usual gaggle of dark rangers, who for all their loyalty did not possess the same level of stalking talent as their leader.

Though her body may have changed, hunting was still as natural to Sylvanas as breathing- or at least as breathing used to be- and she glided effortlessly through thick underbrush and over fallen trees and streams, feeling much more at home ranging than she did in the stifling bureaucratic heat of Durotar. Her long elven ears twitched around her head as she listened for any sound, no matter how minute, that might have indicated trouble. She scanned the wooded foothills from beneath her cowl, her gleaming red eyes as sharp as a jungle cat's and alert for any movement.

Her mission was simple: disrupt the night elf strongholds along the war corridor with as little commotion as possible. It wouldn't take much, a key assassination here, weaking a fortified position there, just enough leverage to give her troops the edge they would need to finally wipe out the remaining resistance. If all went well, neither the Alliance nor even her own troops would never know that she had graced the battlefield with her presence.

She had no desire to be drawn into a protracted engagement, especially against Tyrande or Malfurion. No matter how much she despised their sanctimoniousness, Sylvanas couldn't deny that the two of them were an incredible fighting force, either together or separate, especially when fighting on their home turf. Not to mention the righteous rage they'd undoubtedly be fighting with after the War of Thorns.

Unfortunately for the Banshee Queen, her presence in Ashenvale forest had not gone as unnoticed as she would have liked. In all her superior arrogance, Sylvanas had forgotten one simple thing. While she might have been one of the greatest rangers Silvermoon had ever produced, compared to the long-lived night elves, she may as well have been a child. The night elves had existed for over a millenia. They had been living in these lands for longer than Sylvanas had been alive- or dead. Even Tyrande, despite her role as High Priestess, had over 10,000 years of hunting experience on the Dark Lady.

And so far above the forest floor, a silent shadow was blinking from tree branch to tree branch, her glowing irises hidden behind an owl-shaped helmet but locked unwaveringly on her prey. The greatest tracker in all of Azeroth had no issue keeping up with the hopelessly outmatched Banshee Queen, fluttering after her like a silent sentinel until the opportune moment arose.

Looking off into the distance, Maiev spotted Dori'thur, Tyrande's spiritual companion sitting on his own tree limb, and the warden knew the time to strike had come.

Sylvanas heard the slightest sound of a twig snapping behind her, and without hesitation whirled around, bow at the ready with a shadow arrow nocked and ready to fire. She found nothing, the clearing just as deserted as it had been a moment ago. A lesser huntress might have written it off as just the forest settling, or even an animal, but Sylvanas was not a lesser huntress. Some might have called her caution paranoia, but was it really paranoia if the entire world was truly out to get her?

Suddenly, the moon peeked out from behind a cloud, bathing the clearing in light and seeming to immobilize the Dark Lady in a pearlescent gleaming pillar. Sylvanas felt the shadow approaching more than she saw it, but even as she tried her best to meet it head on, she wasn't nearly fast enough. Something slammed into the back of her head, punching right through her enhanced undead strength and sending stars scattering across her vision. A second blow landed within a heartbeat of the first, and the warchief crumpled to the ground into blissful unconsciousness.

Unheard and unseen by the slumbering banshee, the forest resumed it's nightly song, and darkness crept back over the clearing as the moon retreated behind the clouds once more.

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When Sylvanas finally awoke, her first instinct was to rage and scream at the indignity of being captured, but she had trained herself too well to give in to that childish urge. Instead, she immediately took stock of her situation like all her rangers were trained to do. Being undead, she didn't have to bother watching her breathing patterns to keep any potential captors unaware of her return to consciousness. Instead she stretched out with her senses, muted as they were, in hopes of picking up any clues that might help her find a way out of this mess.

The first thing the Dark Lady became aware of was the nominally uncomfortable position she found herself bound in. She was seated on a hard floor, legs unbound but stretched out in front of her. 'Sloppy,' Sylvanas thought to herself. 'I might be able to kick my way out.' Her hands were not so lucky, however, as they had been raised up over her head, tied together, and then chained around the post that her body was leaned against. But that was the only method of restraint that Sylvanas could feel, the rest of her would be free to twist and turn while she worked herself free.

The Banshee Queen didn't immediately hear anyone in the vicinity, but that didn't mean her captors weren't silently watching her even now. After all, they'd been good enough to sneak up on her once before, there was no guarantee that they couldn't be doing so at the moment. Nor could she pick up any distinct smells beside the wet earthiness of Ashenvale, but at least that meant she hadn't been taken far.

And it was certainly an improvement over being dead, a fact Sylvanas knew from experience. That meant her captors were either stupid or overconfident, weaknesses which she could eventually exploit. She was about to crack her eyelids to get her first glimpse at her prison, when a voice spoke up in front of her.

"Don't bother, I knew the exact moment you woke up," it said.

Sylvanas shrugged as best she could with her arms still chained. "Can't blame a woman for trying."

The Dark Lady opened her eyes to see the unamused visage of Tyrande Whisperwind staring down at her. The night elf matriarch was much more physically imposing than Sylvanas to begin with, and with the banshee sitting on her ass with Tyrande looming over her, the size difference was even more pronounced.

The two were obviously in some sort of night elven home, with dark paneled furniture seemingly grown straight out of a tree. A tree that Sylvanas realized she had been tied to, and not a simple post like she had initially assumed. The cozy environment was completely at odds with the state of occupation, the rugs and books and bedding a stark contrast to the imprisoned war criminal sitting in the center of it.

"I think you'll find that I have much to blame you for," Tyrande said dispassionately, jolting Sylvanas from her observations. "The invasion of my homeland. The corruption of my lieutenants. The genocide of my people. All crimes for which you are unquestionably guilty."

Tyrande's even tone worried Sylvanas. An angry, vengeful High Priestess she could deal with. The warchief could needle her, goad her into making a mistake. But this Tyrande observed her with a cold detachment indicating that her mind was already made up as to what Sylvanas' fate would be, and it was undoubtedly one the Banshee Queen would prefer to avoid. Still, she had to try.

"If I recall correctly," Sylvanas began, "most of that was Saurfang the traitor's plan. It was his moral failings that led to that… unfortunate … chain of events. And if he had simply followed orders, your tree would still be standing."

Tyrande shook her head. "The orc's misdeeds will not be forgotten; he will get his comeuppance in due time. But my companion and I had something special in mind for the likes of you."

Without warning, the High Priestess reached out, and with surprising strength, ripped Sylvanas' breastplate free from her body. The Dark Lady's massive breasts immediately went wobbling as they were freed from their confines, the enormous globes of soft blue titflesh looking overly large on her slim frame. But the night elf wasn't finished, as she followed up her exposure of Sylvanas' chest by repeating the process with the warchief's armored bikini bottoms, revealing her glistening slit as well.

"How dare you!" Sylvanas hissed, although her indignant outrage was somewhat offset by her embarrassing position. Down her main armor pieces, the Banshee Queen was left clad in only her hooded cape, gloves, leggings, boots, and the little black thong flossed between her pussy lips.

"No, how dare you," Tyrande returned. "Sneaking into my homeland like a thief in the night, assuming you could do whatever you pleased. You're no queen, you're nothing more than a elvish whore with delusions of grandeur. Your body was meant to be sold on street corners, not lording over Azeroth. We could have tracked you through Ashenvale just by the sound of your fat ass clapping. And now it's time to show you just where you belong."

The priestess punctuated her statement with a meaty smack to the side of Sylvanas' tits, sending the two plump mammaries jiggling wildly against one another. Tyrande wasn't exactly wrong; the Dark Lady's hourglass figure was legendary amongst the Horde, Alliance, and neutral factions alike. From her aforementioned heaving chest, down to her toned abdomen, and topped off by her rounded rear and thicc thighs, Sylvanas's curvy body spilled out of her skimpy armor, drawing the attention of any who looked upon her.

Her face was just as enticing as the rest of her, death having not done anything to diminish her natural elven beauty. In some ways it actually enhanced it; her delicate features, dainty nose, and high cheekbones were all set off by the ghostly blue of her skin and the intense scarlet of her eyes. And although they were usually twisted in a scowl, her plump, bee-stung lips were practically begging to be wrapped around a cock, an act that would come with the additional benefit of getting the Dark Lady to finally shut up for a minute.

And speaking of not shutting up… "Like you're one to talk," Sylvanas spat back. "You're dressed more like a prostitute of Elune than a priestess. I can see your cow tits through your robe."

Tyrande's eyes sparked dangerously, but she refused to dignify the defeated Dark Lady with a response. There was an element of truth to Sylvanas' words, even if Tyrande would have outright rejected such an assertion. The High Priestess was indeed just as curvaceous as her prisoner, stacked in all the right ways with breasts as big as her head and an ass to match. The sheer white fabric of her gown was stretched to the point of tearing across her chest and butt, and if one looked closely, they could make out the pointed purple peaks of Tyrande's nipples tenting out from the cloth.

"I hope that smart mouth of yours keeps running all night," the night elf said as she moved in closer. "It will make this all the more enjoyable for me."

But even as she leaned in, Tyrande was interrupted by a gravelly voice calling out from the door. "I hope you weren't planning on getting started without me."

In an instant, the High Priestess' face changed from vengeful to delighted, stepping back as the faintest hint of a smile played on her lips. "Of course not, Maiev," she said smoothly, "I was merely getting her warmed up for us."

Sylvanas caught her first glimpse of the heavily-armored warden as Maiev emerged from behind the tree. The sculpted helmet turned towards her, scanning up and down and drinking in the sight of the Dark Lady's exposed body. "I can see that," Maiev rasped. "But why don't we play with our food a little first."

Tyrande wrapped her arms around the warden's neck and pulled her in close. "I think I could be persuaded to do that," she whispered. Then, with a tenderness so far removed from the way she had treated Sylvanas it was shocking, Tyrande lifted Maiev's helmet off, setting it aside and revealing the huntress's glowing eyes, scarred face, and her starkly white hair. After taking a moment to merely drink in the sight of her partner, Tyrande leaned forward and kissed Maiev, twisting one hand in the warden's long ponytail and cupping her cheek with the other.

Maiev responded with equal enthusiasm, crushing Tyrande to her chest, the softness of her matriarch's curves pressing up against the hard planes of her armor.

"You're overdressed too, you know" Tyrande practically giggled, running a hand across Maiev's chestplate. Her purple hands, so slender and dextrous, easily found their way to the straps keeping it in place and swiftly undid them, letting the metal fall to the floor with a loud crash. She repeated the process up and down Maiev's body, slowly peeling off the warden's metal shell until she was left standing in her boots, stockings, and black body sleeve.

Then it was Maiev's turn to work, although there wasn't quite as much for her to do to get Tyrande prepared. She slid each shoulder of Tyrande's dress down her arms, letting the top half fall down to her waist and exposing her generous bust to the chilly Ashenvale air. The High Priestess's lavender nipples stiffened immediately, and Maiev wasted no time leaning down to suck one. Her other hand rose up alongside, taking the other tit into her palm and feeling the heft and weight of it before starting to squeeze and knead the pliant flesh.

Tyrande threw her head back in rapture as her lover feasted on her breasts, alternatively licking and squeezing and nibbling until she felt she might come apart at the seams. With tremendous effort, she forced Maiev back for a second, if only to tear Maiev's undergarment from her body so that the two night elves were equally exposed. Equally gifted too, as Maiev's breasts were no less spectacularly large than either of the other pairs in the room, an impressive testament to her stealth and agility given how outrageously stacked the warden was underneath her armor.

Maiev might have protested at the destruction of yet another one of her outfits, but the sight of Tyrande standing there still flushed with arousal, tits glistening with her spit was enough to convince her to keep her mouth shut. With both lovers standing topless together, they went straight back to kissing, this time their tits squished up against one another with nothing between them, and the contrast at feeling their soft breasts and hardened nibbles rubbing against one another drove them to kiss harder and harder as they got more and more worked up.

Tyrande and Maiev got lost in their own world, at least until an unwelcome interruption came from somewhere underneath them.

"As scintillating as this is," Sylvanas drawled, "I hope you two didn't drag me all the way out here just to be a voyeur to your little strip show."

"Oh, don't worry, you're not just going to watch," Tyrande replied. Leaving Sylvanas to ponder what that meant, Tyrande turned back to Maiev, this time a little more business-like with her intentions. She proceeded to remove the warden's legplates, and heard a surprised gasp when Maiev's hips and waist were revealed, for hanging down between Maiev's knees was a massive lavender cock, over a foot long and as thick as the Dark Lady's forearm.

"And that's not all," Maiev said, grinning smugly at Sylvanas' gobsmacked expression. She hiked up the bottom of Tyrande's robe, unveiling another equally monstrous cock, even longer than Maiev's own, albeit not quite as girthy. The two hung futas drank in the sight of Sylvanas going completely slack-jawed, the mouthy banshee seemingly at a loss for words for the first time in her life.

Unbeknownst to Tyrande and Maiev however, astonishment wasn't the only thing running through the Dark Lady's mind. Sylvanas had always been something of a size queen, and the sight of two, enormous, juicy cocks had triggered a primal response deep within her, and she felt heat pooling in her stomach for the first time in what felt like forever. Sylvanas had long dreamed of being absolutely ruined by a worthy dick, but nobody on Azeroth had seemingly been up to the task.

Why else would she have so carelessly provoked such alpha males as Garrosh and Greymane so strongly? She wanted them to react, wanted them to pin her down and ravish her until she was ready to proclaim herself their bitch. But the two had never followed through, leaving the Dark Lady frustrated and dry. Now though, it seemed her prayers had finally been answered.

Not that Sylvanas would ever admit to such, after all she still had a reputation to keep. "Is that it?" she asked sardonically. "I hadn't realized I'd been captured by a pair of gnomes."

Neither night elf dignified her with a response, they merely went back to making out, this time rubbing at each other's cocks as well until both pricks were achingly hard and raring to go. Only then did they return their attention to Sylvanas, erections in hand and throbbing at the sight of their helpless enemy.

"Hang on a moment," Tyrande said, "our fuckpet is still missing something." The High Priestess went over to the dresser and pulled out a small object before coming back to the center of the room. She reached out and yanked the hooded cape off of the Dark Lady, exposing the slope of her neck and shoulders and the ghostly locks of her brittle hair.

Sylvanas tried to squirm away from Tyrande's questing fingers, but there was nowhere for her to go, and she had no way to ultimately prevent Tyrande from snapping the item around her neck. The Banshee Queen couldn't see it beneath her chin, but she could feel the smooth leather cinched tightly around her throat. And without a mirror nearby, there was no way for her to see the lettering stitched across it in shining golden thread: B-I-T-C-H.

Nor was that the only accessorizing that Tyrande had in mind. Her next step was to retrieve a simple tube of black lipstick, then firmly grasping Sylvanas cheeks between her fingers to keep her still, applied a quick coat to the Banshee Queen's pouty soon-to-be-cockpillows, dolling her up to look like even more of the whore she was truly meant to be.

"There," Tyrande said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "A much more appropriate look for you. Now we're ready to move on to the next phase."

Sylvanas barely had time to wonder what the 'next phase' would entail, for as soon as Tyrande had finished speaking, she and Maiev had stepped up to either side of the bound banshee and began dry humping her face. The night elves didn't bother searching for entry right away, preferring to simply let their behemoth cocks rub all over every inch of Sylvanas' scowling visage. When laid over the Dark Lady's chin, the futa pricks stretched well past her forehead, giving Sylvanas a first-hand look at the awe-inspiring endowments of the two night elf leaders.

Their hefty shafts ground against her skin, and the tips began leaking the first bits of pre-cum, starting to stain the Banshee Queen's face as they made a mockery of her. Occasionally Tyrande or Maiev would smack Sylvanas across the side of her head with their cocks, paintbrushing her back and forth and pinkening her tender skin under their assault. Or they would simply let them sag across Sylvanas' eyes or under her nose, blotting out her vision or forcing even her muted senses to inhale their musky, heady aromas.

Only once they felt truly warmed up did Tyrande and Maiev proceed to the next step, which chiefly involved Tyrande jabbing her tip at Sylvanas' mouth and trying to force her to open up. The warchief did the best she could to resist, twisting her head back and forth in a futile effort to escape the questing cock. But the High Priestess would not be denied, and soon enough she rammed her iron rod past Sylvanas' lips and the facefucking could begin in earnest.

Taking a tight grip on her undead onahole, Tyrande wasted no time ramping herself up to top speed, slamming in and out of Sylvanas' mouth with furious abandon. The night elf yanked the Dark Lady's head back and forth in time with her thrusts, using her face as little more than a sex toy to get herself off. Tyrande's cock was so big that she was nearly down Sylvanas' throat from the first thrust, only the warchief's inexperience saved her from taking Tyrande balls deep at the start.

Not that Sylvanas was doing well to handle the forced intrusion, even without having to worry about Tyrande pushing her way deeper. She gagged and sputtered around the night elf's cock, saliva welling up in her mouth for the first time since she was raised. She had no need of food or drink as a member of the undead, so the only thing that had gone anywhere near her mouth in recent memory was the fletching of her arrows as she fired them. And the futa cock plundering her face was certainly larger and thicker than any arrow shaft.

Then no sooner had Sylvanas somewhat recovered from her initial cockshock than was she suddenly pulled free for a brief instant, leaving her to take a gasping breath that she didn't biologically need, and then her head was turned to the side for Maiev to shove her right back down on her own cock. The Banshee Queen was no more prepared to swallow her second futa prick than she had been for the first, but Maiev didn't seem to care. And why would she? The warden had the infamous Dark Lady strung out and choking on her massive erection; her active participation was completely unnecessary.

Sylvanas' lips were stretched to their absolute limit around the huntress' girthy shaft, forcing her jaw to spread as wide as it had during any of her banshee screams. And then again, right when Sylvanas first managed to claw back any semblance of composure, she was forced to swap again back to Tyrande. It was clear that the two night elves had performed this act numerous times, knowing exactly when and how to pass their cocksleeve back and forth to keep Sylvanas as off-balance as possible.

They didn't always keep pounding either, occasionally one of the night elf women would simply bury themselves as deep into Sylvanas' throat as they could and hold her there, letting the Dark Lady's unconscious licking and sucking to get themselves off. For what felt like hours, the two futas traded the use of the Banshee Queen's mouth like a party favor, until their cocks were streaked with black lipstick stains and Sylvanas' chin was shiny and sticky with the drippings from her mouth. Their rhythm and timing was impeccable, always jumping in and swapping out in perfect tandem, never leaving Sylvanas without a dick in her mouth for more than a millisecond.

The two of them finally pulled back, looking no worse for wear, and gave the warchief a brief moment of respite. "For someone who dresses like such a whore, you'd think she'd be better at sucking cock," Tyrande snorted dismissively.

"I agree," Maiev nodded. "What a pathetic effort that was. Maybe she should spend more time practicing her only useful talent, and less time bitching."

"Ah well," Tyrande shrugged, "nothing we can do about that now. We'll just have to make sure to give her the training she needs. Do you mind if I go first?"

"Go right ahead, I've been wanting to fuck those fat jugs of hers for years anyway."

Their plan of action decided, Tyrande and Maiev moved into position. Tyrande stepped over Sylvanas' shoulders, forcing the Dark Lady's head back until her face was pointed straight up at the sky- and conveniently straight up at Tyrande's cock. Meanwhile, Maiev slid into place behind her High Priestess, straddling Sylvanas and slapping her own bitchbreaker right down between the banshee's doughy tits.

The High Priestess had to readjust her grip slightly, moving her hands from the back of Sylvanas' head down towards her neck to give her the proper leverage to thrust downwards. Then thrust downwards she did, utilizing the now perfectly straight tunnel from the Dark Lady's lips to her stomach to quest her way towards bottoming out in Sylvanas' mouth.

GLURRK GLLLRK HRRRRRRRLK

The lewd, wet sounds from Sylvanas' plundered cockhole barely registered in Tyrande's ears, she could feel her pulse racing, her heartbeat thundering as she dug into the wellspring of primal fury that had been roiling inside her since Teldrassil. Here, she was finally triumphant. Here, she could finally achieve some measure of vengeance for her people. And if that vengeance involved having the Dark Lady spend the rest of her miserable existence spit-polishing Tyrande's futa cock, then so be it.

From her vantage point, Maiev could see the muscles in Tyrande's back tensing and flexing as the HIgh Priestess quickly worked herself into a fervor. She didn't begrudge giving her lady first rights to claim Sylvanas' mouth; there was plenty of enjoyment to be found with the Banshee Queen's funbags. And of course while the warden wanted justice for Teldrassil as badly as Tyrande did, at the moment Maiev wasn't quite ready to give into that same righteous fury that her partner was experiencing.

Instead she was more than content to keep using the valley between Sylvanas' enormous tits as her own personal cocksleeve, the soft supple flesh massaging her aching prick in all the right ways. In addition, the river of spit and pre-cum bubbling up from the Dark Lady's mouth was trickling right down her neck and into her cleavage, creating a nice slick surface on which Maiev could easily pump herself back and forth.

Helpless on her knees, the only thing Sylvanas could see was Tyrande's flexing stomach as it rapidly approached and retreated in time with her thrusting. The Dark Lady's neck was aching, a feat she didn't think was possible with her enhanced endurance, but the awkward angle and brutal pounding her throat was taking was more potent than she could ever have anticipated.

Thick, choking tears rolled down her cheeks, her body's natural instinct to having its airway clogged indefinitely, and Sylvanas wasn't sure whether she should be grateful for lack of need to breathe, as it meant that she didn't have to worry about blacking out, but on the other hand it gave Tyrande full opportunity to ravage her well beyond the limits of an ordinary elf.

An opportunity that Tyrande was taking full advantage of, a black haze seeming to settle over her thoughts and eyes as the entirety of her attention became centered on ruining the Banshee Queen. From her position above Sylvanas, the warchief's inexperienced throat proved no obstacle for the vengeful High Priestess, and soon enough every one of her mighty strokes was driving her in all the way to the base. More black lipstick marks decorated her crotch and dangling balls as a testament to just how far down Sylvanas' gullet she was reaching, on top of adding to the sludge accumulating on the Dark Lady's chin when they brushed against it.

Tyrande finally took a moment to look down at her hapless prisoner, with Sylvanas' wide-eyed, pleading gaze doing little more than enticing her to fuck her throat harder and faster. The night elf felt her balls churning, and knowing that she had all the time in the world to go again, had no reason to stave off her impending release.

"Here comes the first real challenge of your new life," Tyrande grunted. "Let's see if you can swallow all of my load. Although I wouldn't be opposed to you drowning in it either."

The High Priestess did her absolute best to make that vision a reality, firing a veritable flood of night elf spunk down Sylvanas' throat. She never stopped pumping her hips either, ensuring that the Dark Lady's mouth had to work overtime to contend with Tyrande's continued thrusting as well as the torrential release spilling down into her belly.

Sylvanas had absolutely no chance of withstanding such intensity, and from the very first spurt of cum landing in her stomach, her body categorically rejected the divine offering, causing her to gag and retch as the seed came spilling back up her throat. It overwhelmed her deadened tongue, filling her head with the smells and tastes of spunk until her world consisted of nothing else. It overflowed from her mouth, sending rivulets down her cheeks and neck, glazing her over from chin to chest and making her quiver and shake as the heat sunk into her skin.

All of Sylvanas' twitching, and the sight of the Dark Lady's throat bobbing as it struggled to keep up with Tyrande's tide of cum triggered Maiev's own climax, the warden pumping another hefty load no less impressive than her partner's all over Sylvanas' tits. Maiev painted those bouncing blueberry orbs a shiny, pearly white, her release only starting to subside once the puddle between the warchief's breasts began to trickle down her stomach and pool in her navel.

While Tyrande might have enjoyed a moment to step back and look over the debauched Banshee Queen, she was nowhere near ready to give up Sylvanas' throat. She severed the bonds holding Sylvanas to the tree, but not the ones keeping her wrists bound. Then she leaned over the back of the Dark Lady and wrapped her arms around her cum-bloated tummy. Finally, keeping herself buried in her captive's mouth, and in a surprising show of strength, Tyrande flipped Sylvanas upwards into the air, holding the warchief aloft and upside-down with Sylvanas' back against her chest.

From this new angle, the Dark Lady's plush asscheeks were in Tyrande's face, and the night elf could see the glimmering of Sylvanas' wet cunt, the brutal facefucking apparently having aroused the warchief in spite of herself. Tyrande could come back to that revelation later, for the moment she took the opportunity of having Sylvanas still attached to her dick by the lips to begin thrusting upwards, forcing the Banshee Queen into a savage, upside-down cocksucking.

The ground seemed so far away to Sylvanas as she was held in the air by the much taller night elf. Fortunately, there was no blood in her body to rush to her head, which might have made the entire experience even more intolerable. Additionally, the oddity of the angle meant that Tyrande couldn't quite ram her cock as far down Sylvanas' throat as she could before, which only somewhat lessened the abuse the Dark Lady was taking. The High Priestess was doing more than enough to keep Sylvanas reeling, not to mention the remnants of the night elf's semen that was sludging back up her throat and dripping onto the wooden floor below.

"Well that's just great," Maiev said, crossing her arms over her chest. "What am I supposed to do now?"

Tyrande smirked. "You could always just join in. I'm sure the Banshee Bitch would be happy to accomodate us both."

It took Maiev a moment to puzzle out what Tyrande meant, but then the lightbulb went on. Grinning, the warden sandwiched Sylvanas between the two hulking night elves so that she was gazing into Tyrande's eyes over the Dark Lady's cunt. Then Maiev began to try and shove her rod into Sylvanas' mouth as well, which was already stuffed to the brim with one futa cock, surely fitting another inside would be impossible.

But Sylvanas was known for her big mouth- albeit usually in a metaphorical sense- and the two night elves were fueled with the thirst for vengeance and a decided lack of care for the undead knobgobbler trapped between them. With much grunting and straining, eventually the well-endowed warden broached Sylvanas' throat, at first only managing to fit her tip inside, but then swiftly following it up with the next few inches of her cock.

If Sylvanas had thought her jaw had been stretched to its limits before, it was nothing compared to the utter absurdity of having two massive futa pricks gaping her maw at once. Her normally sunken cheeks were puffed out from the swollen futa glans, and she began to lap subconsciously at the titanic shafts whenever one of them rubbed over her pinned tongue.

"Are you starting to like this, my little whore?" Tyrande snarled. "I always knew you'd be a masochist, but even I'm shocked at just how horny it's making you to have your mouth raped." Both night elves had a front row seat to the evidence of Tyrande's claim, not only from the sudden engagement of the Dark Lady's tongue, but also from the sheer amount of quim dribbling from her puffy pussy. The stream of nectar had become a river, a sign that Sylvanas- or at least her body- was getting off on the abuse just as much as Tyrande and Maiev.

For the two night elves, the pleasure from double skull-fucking the Banshee Queen was immense. Soaked by the combination of the Dark Lady's spit, Tyrande's previous release, and the generous amounts of pre-cum leaking from their tips, the two futa cocks were rubbing against each other in all the best ways, only enhancing the all-consuming pleasure Tyrande and Maiev were feeling. And just when they thought their arousal couldn't spike any higher, Sylvanas' throat finally yielded to the insurmountable pressure, and both night elves jammed themselves down the Banshee Queen's gullet.

It was an impossibly tight squeeze, two girthy futa cocks surrounded on all sides by the velvety wetness of Sylvanas' throat, but the elven trio made it work. Well, two of them did at least, with the third merely being along for the ride. There wasn't much room to maneuver, but Tyrande and Maiev still put everything they had into the merciless throatfucking, content with the knowledge that Sylvanas' body could handle it, or perhaps simply not caring even if she couldn't.

They pummeled Sylvanas' mouth with double-barreled action for a little while longer, ramping up to what was sure to be another explosive climax. Then, when the two night elves could hold out no longer, they unleashed in perfect synchronization, as if they'd been training their entire lives just for this moment. The two pricks spat out two more tremendous releases, serving Sylvanas with a double helping of futa night elf cum that completely overloaded her higher functions.

If Sylvanas had been unable to handle one load, handling two at once was impossibly beyond her means. Especially in her upside-down position, there was nowhere for the cum to go besides right back out. It leaked through the imperfect seal of the two cocks and the Banshee Queen's lips, some of it dribbling down to the ground while the rest streaked down her face, the white strands running toward her forehead standing in perfect opposition to the black tears etched on her cheeks. Cum spurted not just from her mouth, but her delicate nose as well, which made just as convenient an exit route for the tide of spunk.

Sylvanas' nose, eyes, and hair all became gunked up with night elf splooge, stinging her nostrils and practically gluing her eyelids shut. The puddle beneath her continued to grow as she twitched and shook and made a complete mess of herself as she did her best to clear her unworking airway from her pinned position between the two night elf studs. It was an utterly humiliating picture for the haughty Banshee Queen, who at that point looked more like a used sex toy than a terrifying warchief.

The scent and taste of virile jizz was so omnipresent for Sylvanas, that she didn't even notice when Tyrande severed her bonds. But not to let the undead elf go of course, they were nowhere near finished with her. Instead they threw her down onto the nearby table, with her head hanging off one side, the thump of her back hitting the wood doing just enough to jolt the spunk-drunk Sylvanas from her reverie. She still couldn't quite see through the screen of semen coating her long eyelashes, but the Dark Lady could certainly feel her legs being spread, her wrists being grabbed, and a cock being slapped down on both her face and pussy.

Sylvanas wasn't sure if it was a blessing or a curse that Tyrande didn't thrust in right away. The High Priestess was content for the moment to just rub her meaty cock along the Dark Lady's soaking pussy lips, and even from there, Sylvanas could tell the night elf's huge bitchbreaker was stretched well past her navel. That lewd fact, combined with the teasing Tyrande was giving her, was coaxing an incessant flow of quim from the Banshee Queen's needy twat.

Sylvanas was about to abandon all pretense of resistance, to beg Tyrande to fuck her, when abruptly the night elf proceeded to do just that. Tyrande rammed forward with all her might, her broad cockhead making only the tiniest penetration, but even that was more than enough to blow Sylvanas' eyes and mind wide open. Starbursts exploded in her vision, an indescribable explosion of pleasure and exquisite agony that rewrote her thoughts and subjected her to a euphoria she thought couldn't possibly exist. Sylvanas' mouth opened in a silent scream as she blanked out for a moment, conveniently providing Maiev with the perfect opportunity to thrust into her mouth.

From both ends the two futa night elves spitroasted their captive, with Maiev fucking Sylvanas' face while Tyrande pounded her puffy pussy. The warden seemed to be getting the better end of the deal for the moment, as the Dark Lady's throat had been nicely loosened from the abuse it had taken, while her virginally-tight twat stubbornly resisted the High Priestess' advances. Sylvanas had been a bit of a free spirit in life, and though she hadn't been getting any action in death, it hardly would have mattered if she had given Tyrande's prodigious size.

But the night elf matriarch refused to be denied her vengeance, or her lust. Inch after banshee-breaking inch was viciously driven into Sylvanas' soaking pussy. The undead queen quivered on the table, every little bit of progress Tyrande made sundering her thoughts further and further. She wanted to grab hold of something, something to ground herself with, but Maiev was keeping her hands firmly pinned to the wooden surface. The only movements she could muster were entirely subconscious, from the spasms racking up and down her body to the helpless flailing of her legs.

Under the merciless ministrations of the two night elves, every despicable thought, every sadistic plan was being driven from Sylvanas' head, replaced with an animalistic carnal furor and an ever-burning lust for more.

"MMMMPHHH! MMMMMMMMMMMMPH! NNNNNMMP!" she squealed around a mouthful of cock, her eyes wide and pleading but unable to coherently voice her thoughts.

Whether it was in triumph or pity, Tyrande ceased her thrusting for a moment. "Pull out for a moment," she ordered Maiev, "I want to hear this wretch beg for her pathetic life."

No sooner had the warden obeyed than the Dark Lady's begging was easily understood. But she wasn't exactly begging for her life.

"MORE! PLEASE MORE!" Sylvanas howled. "HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER! PLEASE!"

Tyrande snorted and shook her head. "That was almost too easy. Well, what do you say my dear warden, should we give our pet what she's asking for?"

Maiev pretended to ponder it. "I'm not sure she deserves it. After all, what's in it for us? What is she going to do to make up for her crimes?"

"Anything you want!" Sylvanas replied immediately. "I'll be your slave! Your fucktoy! Just please keep fucking meeeeeeeee!"

The last word of the Dark Lady's plea was drawn out into a wail as Tyrande suddenly thrust back in. A toe-curling orgasm thundered through Sylvanas, every muscle locking and going taut as she almost literally came her brains out. The sudden rush of pleasure served Sylvanas two-fold, for one it sent her spiraling further into the heights of ecstasy, and secondly, the pooling of her juices in her cunt gave Tyrande more lubrication with which to work.

The High Priestess wasted no time utilizing the enhanced slickness to ravage her way forward with increasingly savage strokes, pulling back until just her tip remained buried in the Dark Lady, then driving forward with all her considerable strength. Slowly but surely, Sylvanas' clenching cunt was giving way, and from their vantage points the two futas could see the bulge in the Banshee Queen's stomach moving further up her body, signifying just how deep inside their cocksleeve that Tyrande was reaching.

The erotic sight caused the High Priestess to change up her grip, regretfully moving one of her hands away from Sylvanas' trim waist to instead massage her cock through the Dark Lady's tummy. With one hand wrapped around Sylvanas' thicc thigh, the other jerking herself off, and the vision of the once-formidable warchief coming undone before her, it didn't take much more for Tyrande's second climax to come roaring to fruition.

Tyrande's load completely drowned Sylvanas' tiny pussy, filling it to the brim and then some with virile baby batter until it started to backflow out onto the table. The warmth blooming inside the Dark Lady triggered another one of her own mind-melting orgasms, quaking through countless aftershocks as Tyrande savaged her with a few more thrusts, churning up the cummy cocktail inside her.

"Shhank.... You..." Sylvanas slurred.

Tyrande looked down at her conquest disdainfully and sniffed. Even after two releases, her futa cock was still rock-hard and ready to go, and with only one of Sylvanas' holes left to claim, the next move was obvious. She pulled Sylvanas off the table and spun her around, then reached her arms under the Dark Lady's knees and hoisted her into the air as if she weighed no more than a feather. To complete the full nelson, Tyrande laced her fingers behind Sylvanas' head, pinning her ankles by her ears and putting the warchief's drooling, soiled cunt on perfect display.

"Do you want this?" Tyrande asked her newly-minted fuckslave. "Do you want me to fuck your tight asshole until you can't walk straight?"

The mental image caused Sylvanas to whimper with arousal. "Yes please," she moaned raggedly. "Please mistress, fuck your banshee pet right in her ass."

Tyrande could hardly deny such a heartfelt request, so she made sure her grip was tight around Sylvanas' throat and her cock was positioned directly under her tight rosebud.

Suspended over the tip of the spear, Sylvanas' eyes were wide in equal parts fear and anticipation. Tyrande's fat prick had already obliterated her pussy, how would it feel rearranging her guts? Sylvanas didn't have to think about that question long, as Tyrande ungracefully dropped her straight down onto her erection, the slick shaft sliding nearly all the way up her ass in one go.

If Sylvanas had still been able to draw breath, it would have been driven from her lungs from being impaled on Tyrande's massive cock. A keening whine emerged from her lips as she writhed in the night elf's firm grip, who didn't even bother adding an additional thrust, instead she just slowly ground Sylvanas downwards and let the Banshee Queen humiliate herself into a sticky mess. It took no effort at all for the strong futa to keep the slender undead elf completely locked down, wrenching Sylvanas down her erection until she had bottomed out inside the warchief.

Ignoring her drooling fuckdoll for the moment, Tyrande looked over at Maiev. "Now that we've established this bitch as a secret masochist whore, want to make this a little more interesting?"

Maiev quirked an eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?"

"Just a little friendly competition," Tyrande smiled. "Whoever fucks our little whorechief the hardest gets to choose the positions for tomorrow night."

"You're on. For all your wisdom it doesn't seem smart to start the game while I've got first shot at her pussy."

"Oh, I don't know, I have a feeling Sylvanas might secretly be an Alliance buttslut," Tyrande said, giving the Dark Lady a little shake and circling her hips to grind her cock against Sylvanas' asshole. Sylvanas merely gave a soft moan in response, a simultaneous plea and confirmation of the High Priestess' assertion.

"Whatever," Maiev returned, tossing her sweat-slicked ponytail over her shoulder. "I'll show you how to really tame a bitch."

She placed her own throbbing cockhead against Sylvanas' pussy lips, which were still slightly agape from the pounding they'd received at Tyrande's hands. Yet the Banshee Queen's walls were constrictingly tight around the warden's shaft, as although Tyrande's prick had done a decent job of coring them out, Maiev's was thicker still. At least the incredible slickness of Sylvanas' cunt provided some measure of leverage, and it didn't take long for Maiev to punch her way through the warchief's token resistance and start ravaging her with all the required fury.

Tyrande and Maiev locked eyes over Sylvanas' shoulder, a challenge sparking between them as each sought to give the Dark Lady the most primal, brutal fucking they could possibly muster. The still-burning embers of their vengeful rage and their competitive personalities turbo-charged their adrenaline, feeding each night elf a seemingly limitless supply of strength and stamina as together they rearranged the Banshee Queen's guts.

Long, savage strokes plundered Sylvanas from both ends, the meaty sound of flesh striking flesh ringing through the house. Tyrande's strong thighs clapped against Sylvanas' fat ass while her pistoning cock plowed her once-tight asshole, and the wet squelching of Maiev's futa prick reaming her drooling pussy mingled in lewd cacophony. Neither night elf backed down for a second, turning up the intensity and heat in the room as each strove to outdo the other.

They paid no mind to Sylvanas' reaction, each lost in the singular goal of proving to each other and their undead cocksleeve that they were the true alpha. Sylvanas might as well have been a toy for their pleasure, rather than a "living" being with thoughts and feelings of her own. Those things were irrelevant anyway, the only thing the Banshee Queen was good for now were her juicy fuckholes.

Not that Sylvanas would have complained anyway, even if she could make her thoughts known through the cavalcade of debauchery and her own mind-shattering climaxes. She was locked down physically and mentally in a cascade of unending orgasms, her eyes going glassy and rolling back in her head as she was dicked down to within an inch of her unlife. In one shining moment of coherence, her head lolled onto Tyrande's strong shoulder, and Sylvanas caught sight of herself in a window's reflection.

Plastered with sweat and cum, the Banshee Queen had fallen so far from her vitriolic arrogance, but there was nowhere else she'd rather be than pinned between these two night elf studs. A flash of gold around her neck caught her eye, and she finally realized just what it was that Tyrande had inscribed on her collar. It should have enraged and offended her, but all it did was make her cum all the harder as she accepted the truth of her designation. She was a bitch. Her mistress' bitch. She'd never be anything more than a lowly, spunksucking, three-hole cocksocket for two hung futa night elves, and Sylvanas was perfectly satisfied with that.

For their parts, neither Tyrande nor Maiev cared one whit about Sylvanas' revelation. All they cared about, all they could focus on, was delivering the most depraved, diabolic drilling they possibly could. They could feel the other's cock through a thin, internal membrane, but all that did was serve to remind them of their competition, and strove them to push harder and deeper with every slam of their strong hips.

In perfect tandem, the two night elves sawed in and out, railing and reaming Sylvanas' pussy and ass both with unbridled fury. Tyrande and Maiev held out for as long as they could, neither willing to be the first to surrender to their most basic of urges, but eventually their pent-up releases could be denied no longer. With simultaneous grunts, the two finally exploded, hosing down the Banshee Queen's bowels and womb with an unending river of seed.

Whether it was the blessing of Elune, or simply the two night elf's own preternatural fucking ability, the amount of cum Tyrande and Maiev delivered with every successive release had not diminished in the slightest. Sylvanas' normally toned tummy bulged even further, her guts completely stuffed with spunk to the point where it bloated her belly even as her fluttering fuckholes lost their fight against the streams of cum threatening to leak back out.

"Well that's just great," Tyrande complained as her cock became soaked with her own discharge. "Not only was that a draw, but this worthless slut got my dick all messy."

"I guess we'll just have to go again," Maiev grinned. "After all, I've still got one more hole to claim for myself."

"An excellent point. I suppose I shall avail myself of her mouth again, after all, it should be her responsibility to clean me off."

There was a quick debate as to the position the next round should take, Sylvanas' only contributions to the discussion being quiet mewls and the steady drip drip drip of spunk dripping from her sullied holes. Eventually Tyrande and Maiev decided that keeping the small warchief suspended between them was too much fun, so the trio wound up with Tyrande at Sylvanas' front, Maiev positioned between her legs, and the Dark Lady bridged upside-down between the two of them. Tyrande placed her tip between Sylvanas' lips, while Maiev positioned hers at the warchief's backdoor, lifting Sylvanas' legs over her shoulders to give herself the best angle.

"Ready….. GO!" Tyrande shouted, and both night elves thrust in at once.

Sylvanas rocked between her two mistresses, although there wasn't much assistance she could offer from her suspended position. She was just so eager to feel and taste those futa cocks again that she couldn't help herself, and luckily for her, Tyrande and Maiev were more than willing to give her the fucking she'd been craving. There was hardly any resistance left to her mouth, pussy, or ass, all three having been gaped and ruined for any ordinary sized dick.

Sylvanas would unlikely be unable to find pleasure from anyone who wasn't as hung as the two night elves in the future, but neither she nor Tyrande nor Maiev had any plans of letting that happen anyway. The Banshee Queen was going to be a night elf fucktoy for the rest of her existence, and she might have been the one most enthused by that fact.

Some other subordinates might have complained about always playing second fiddle, but for Maiev, it worked out just fine for her tastes. Tyrande's long cock would get their fuckmeat nice and prepared for her, but Maiev's additional girth meant it still felt like breaking in a brand new hole. Such as it was for Sylvanas' asshole, already enfeebled from Tyrande's furious rutting, but offering just enough constriction to be immensely satisfying for the warden.

Meanwhile, Tyrande's return to the Dark Lady's mouth was no less triumphant than her first go around. Just as it had been when Sylvanas first swallowed her sword, the angle at which Tyrande was holding her undead onahole meant that she could sheathe her way to Sylvanas stomach with every thrust. But even going hilt-deep in the Banshee Queen's throat wasn't enough for the High Priestess this time, she wanted something more.

Tyrande paused the facefucking for a moment with Sylvanas' pillowy, cocksucking lips wrapped around her base. She tried to stretch the warchief's jaw open wider, jostling and nudging her ballsack until she managed to cram it into Sylvanas' mouth as well. Tyrande let out a triumphant and pleased hiss of pleasure when she felt Sylvanas' hot breath and wet tongue washing over the wrinkled flesh, soothing her aching cumtanks.

With her mouth overstuffed as badly as it had been during the double facefucking, Sylvanas was slightly ruffled because it meant that Tyrande was no longer prodding her stomach with the tip of her cock. Instead she was forced into a more active form of oral worship, licking and sucking as much futa cock and balls as she could get her mouth on, desperate to prove her rapturous devotion to her night elf mistress. Luckily Tyrande's prick was just as delicious as she remembered, and the added flavor of her own juices as well as the lewdity of sucking off the dick that had just been in her ass satisfied her submissive cravings for the moment.

But eventually Tyrande took control back, starting to piston her hips once more and quickly building up speed until her bollocks sprang free with a wet POP! Ramming back down Sylvanas' throat, now the nutsack that the Dark Lady had so lovingly attended to was swinging back and forth against her nose, driving her wild with the heady musk of Tyrande's cock.

From above, Tyrande could see the bulge in Sylvanas' neck from her own swollen cockhead, and on the other side, Maiev could see the same in Sylvanas' bowels. The two night elves each saw where the other was looking, and wordlessly set themselves a new challenge. They somehow began fucking the Banshee Queen even harder as they sought to drive their respective bulges deeper into Sylvanas' guts than their rival.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Sylvanas continued to happily take it from both ends, the two bumps in her belly slowly drawing nearer and nearer until everything in the room seemed to stop when they met. Maiev and Tyrande looked up and caught each other's eye, both freezing as they tried to decipher what it meant that they'd literally speared Sylvanas from stem to stern with their cocks. Then, they decided it didn't matter, going right back to thrusting with Sylvanas gurgling happily the entire way.

The increased intensity of their frantic fucking meant that both Tyrande and Maiev's stamina faltered early- well, early for them perhaps. And combined with the constant rippling and undulating of Sylvanas' internal muscles, meant that it didn't take much more for each night elf to crest through another colossal orgasm, their cocks spewing their loads directly into Sylvanas core and adding to bloat of her already obscenely swollen stomach.

The Banshee Queen's unworking digestive system unsurprisingly rebelled against such an inundation of spunk, the excess semen streaming from both her mouth and ass. And given the way the two futas were buried inside her and erupting, it could have been either of the night elf's cum bubbling out either of her holes. More than likely it was a frothy mixture of the two baptizing the Dark Lady with twin torrents of futa night elf spunk. Sylvanas' eyes rolled into her skull once more, and the only reason her little pink tongue didn't come flopping out of her mouth was that Tyrande's cock was keeping it pinned inside.

Once Tyrande and Maiev had a moment to recover, they realized that the outcome of their contest still hadn't been settled. So the two went to work once more, maneuvering Sylvanas into another new pose and fucking her until they released again. On and on it went, against walls and on the floor, standing and sitting, in every conceivable position but never managing to outright determine a winner.

The sun was rising over Ashenvale when the two legendary night elves eventually began to lose steam, each laying sideways in the bed with Sylvanas between them once more. Maiev had turned the Banshee Queen's womb into a condom, reaming the deepest depths of Sylvanas' core with every mighty slam of her hips while Tyrande buggered her in an effort to apparently single-handedly spitroast the Dark Lady.

Only when the two futas had unloaded for the final time did they sag against the mattress, breathing heavily and half-glaring, half-gazing into each other's eyes.

"I still say I won," Tyrande whispered softly.

Maiev shook her head. "Not a chance. You clearly came first multiple times."

"Lying does not become you, my dear warden," Tyrande replied. "Why don't we ask our judge?" The High Priestess tapped the ahegaoed Sylvanas on the cheek. "Well, my little banshee whore, which one of us fucked you the hardest?"

Sylvanas gave no comprehensible response, just gurgled as a bubble of cum burst from her lips. The audible mewl was the only sign that she still 'lived', as Tyrande and Maiev couldn't exactly watch for the rise and fall of the Banshee Queen's chest as she breathed. And no other answer was forthcoming, as Sylvanas was too fuck-drunk and blissed out to feel anything other than cataclysmic, mind-sundering pleasure.

"I think we broke her," Maiev rasped.

Tyrande laughed. "I think she was broken when we got her. If anything we fixed her. I'm sure she'll recover in a few hours. And then we can finish this contest."

"I'm surprised you want it to continue, knowing that you're going to lose," Maiev taunted.

"Mmm, I love it when you get cocky."

The two night elves snuggled closer together, Sylvanas' unconscious body still pinned between their two strong forms and sharing their warmth. Tyrande leaned over and lightly kissed Maiev, then after a moment did the same to Sylvanas. She brushed the Dark Lady's cumstained lips with her own, tasting the deliciously tart mixture of her's and Maiev's seed, as well as the wilted rosiness of Sylvanas' mouth and a tangy flavor that could only be her pussy juices.

Tyrande and Maiev hadn't exactly come to care for Sylvanas, but she had technically become their property. The elves were their own little unit now- two mistresses and their banshee fuckpet, so with that came a modicum of feeling responsible for Sylvanas' health and happiness. And if the Dark Lady's happiness now stemmed from getting rawed by two monstrous futa night elf cocks every second of every day, well, then that was going to work out just nicely for all three of them.