Graveyard Shift

Sylvanas Windrunner hissed and spat as she was dragged unceremoniously through the halls of the Stormwind Stockade. Ever since she had broken free from the Lich King's control, she had been positioning herself so she'd never have to deal with human royalty and their idiocy ever again. But when the Horde had rejected her offers of alliance and the displaced people of Lordaeron had entreated King Wrynn to take back their land, her burgeoning Forsaken were simply not strong enough to protect their territory from Stormwind's assault.

And so the Dark Lady had been captured, treated as little more than a common criminal, with her hands bound behind her back and two burly guards escorting her to a cell. "Unhand me, you cowards! I am a queen" she hissed. "I will have you flayed for this disrespect!"

"Are all elves this annoying?" one guard asked.

"Filth! Mongrels!"

"Seems like it," the other replied.

The guards rolled their eyes, brushing off the insults until they finally reached the designated cell. Opening the door, they roughly shoved the Banshee Queen inside, chuckling as she stumbled and fell on her face without any way to catch herself.

"Just wait until I'm free of this prison!" Sylvanas growled as she struggled to her knees. "Death will be a kindness compared to what I'll do to you! Come back and free me at once!"

"Ugh, how do we get her to shut up?" the first guard asked again.

"Oh, I think I know a way," the second guard grinned.

The two men turned around, reopening the barred door and entering the room.

"Finally, you fools are listening to me," Sylvanas said. "Wait, what are you-"

The Dark Lady's satisfaction at her perceived victory instantly vanished when her captors swiftly unbuckled their armor and pulled out two thick, veiny cocks.

"No! You can't! Stay away!" Sylvanas pleaded desperately as she scrambled for distance. But on her knees with her hands bound there was nowhere for her to go. The two guards instantly closed the gap, twisting their hands in her hair and smacking their dicks across her face.

Even in undeath the elf was an ethereal beauty, with her flawless blue skin and piercing red eyes, and the sight of her helpless on the stone floor was more than enough to get the blood rushing to the men's pricks. With one hand each holding Sylvanas steady, their other was used to cocksmack the Dark Lady back and forth every time she opened her mouth to speak.

PHWAP!

Sylvanas' head was flung in one direction.

SCHLACK!

She was sent reeling in the other.

The two men laughed as they paintbrushed the abused elf side to side until her cheeks were blushed burning red and coated with sticky smears of precum.

"There, now you look like a proper whore," they gloated.

"How dare- mmmppphhh!"

Whatever inanities Sylvanas was going to speak were judiciously cut off by one man finally giving in and thrusting his cock into her mouth. And as otherworldly as the Banshee Queen might have appeared on the outside, inside she was just as hot and wet as any other slut, and the two men were happy to take full advantage of it.

The second guard backed off for a moment, letting his compatriot have his moment to shine. With his cock still firmly planted in Sylvanas' mouth, the man moved his grip from her silky hair to her long, slender ears, grabbing them firmly and using them as handles to yank on in time with his thrusts.

Lewd, wet noises spilled from the Dark Lady's throat as she was forced to swallow his dick. Choking tears leaked from her eyes as they rolled back in her head; Sylvanas might not have needed to breathe but the pressure on her mouth and ears was more than enough to throw her completely off-kilter. Then, just when she thought she'd managed to get a handle on her sudden oral invasion, she was viciously pulled off the cock and swiveled around so the other guard could take his turn.

The second man treated her with just as much respect as the first did, using the Banshee Queen as little more than an undead fleshlight to get themselves off. The two men passed her mouth between them like a party favor, each one taking a few thrusts down her throat and then switching off before Sylvanas could recover or find a rhythm. Occasionally they would satisfy themselves with a shallower form of penetration, choosing to use the soft inside of her cheek as their target, groaning with pleasure both at the velvety stimulation she was unwillingly supplying to their cockheads and the erotic sight of her cheeks bulging around their manhoods.

Sylvanas was growing dizzy both from being spun around repeatedly and from having her mouth violated in such an obscene manner. Since being raised as a banshee, she had never given much thought to any carnal pursuits, choosing instead to languish in the torment of undeath rather than seek any sort of pleasure. But here she was being subjected to a different form of anguish, fully at the mercy of these two horny men as they treated her like the worthless cumdump they knew her to be.

For what seemed like hours she was subjected to that misery until at last the brutal facefucking paused for a moment. But her hopes for a reprieve were quickly dashed when one of the men spoke once more. "Since you were so insistent on showing off that smart mouth of yours, let's see just how big it really is shall we?"

Eyes wide with apprehension, Sylvanas watched as the two men stood together in front of her. She squirmed as both cocks quested forward, but she could not escape as the guards jammed both their pricks into her mouth at the same time. Eyes and cheeks bulging, Sylvanas felt the strain in her lips as they stretched around the two girthy rods. The Dark Lady was already being pushed to her limits, but then the two men started to thrust their hips, driving themselves home into the fallen elf's mouth.

Drool spilled incessantly down Sylvanas' chin, splashing against the tops of her breasts and her chestplate. Her gags and gasps were even more pronounced now, having no way to close her mouth against the guards' oral assault. She both thanked her cursed her deadened gag reflex, as although it meant there was no chance of her actually going unconscious, it might have been preferable compared to being forced to witness her utter ruination.

Fortunately or unfortunately for the Banshee Queen, the two men couldn't stave off their orgasms for much longer. Side-by-side the guards thrust one final time into her mouth, both pricks erupting in a spray of cum that hit the back of Sylvanas' throat and had her coughing and retching. But still the cocks continued to fire their loads, filling up her stomach and mouth with so much jizz that it started backfilling out of her lips and streaming from her nostrils as well.

With their climaxes mostly subsided, the two men finally pulled out, letting the last few spurts land across Sylvanas' face, plastering her waifish eyebrows to her forehead. The Banshee Queen was a sullen, sticky mess, left absolutely coated with spunk while the lingering salty aftertaste overpowered her deadened taste buds. She couldn't even muster up an insult as the guards tucked their dicks away and strode off, laughing as they slammed the cell door shut behind them.

In the Undercity, Sylvanas had been queen, plotting and scheming as she paced in the sewers beneath Lordaeron. Now in Stormwind Sylvanas was underground once more, but this time as a prisoner, abused and left to rot in a puddle of filth.

***

For the second time in as many days, Sylvanas found herself being bundled along like a sack of grain by two Stormwind guards. At least this time they were heading up and out of the prison instead of down into its depths. Her requests for any information about their destination were met with deaf ears, so the Banshee Queen contented herself with simply being relieved she was no longer trapped in the cage of her previous humiliation. The guards had even provided her with clothing- albeit in the form of a ragged dress- and most likely to keep her decent in public rather than out of any concern for her modesty.

The odd trio did draw a few curious glances from passing Stormwind citizens, but most kept away from the guards who were clearly moving on official business. The sun beat down weakly overhead, Sylvanas glaring up at it as she remembered the endless days she spent in the light of Belore before Arthas had stolen her life and her joy from her. Lost in her maudlin thoughts, it took a moment for the Dark Lady to notice that they'd arrived at Stormwind Keep and the soldiers were marching her through the doors.

'This isn't good,' Sylvanas thought, 'King Wrynn has already killed all the diplomats I sent his way.' But instead of bringing the captured elf to the throne room, the guards escorted her down a different hallway and up a flight of stairs. 'Where are they taking me now?' she wondered. As they passed by several doors, Sylvanas noticed a small blond head and bright blue eyes staring at her curiously from a shadow.

Instantly her mind was transported back to a different time and a different human royal with similar features, and a shadow of rage crossed her face.

"Wow, lady, you look scary!" the boy said brightly.

"I'll show you scary!" Sylvanas snapped, struggling against her bindings and gnashing her teeth in his direction.

"Oh no you don't!" a guard shouted, grabbing one of the Dark Lady's ears and twisting her head down and away. "You leave the young king alone!"

To her shame, Sylvanas crumbled quicker than she would have liked under his hand, the sharp pain mingling with a disgraceful bolt of pleasure shooting through her from the pressure on her sensitive ear. Dimly, she heard the fading of running footsteps even as the guard hunched down and hissed in her ear.

"You're lucky we don't have the time to punish you for that like you deserve. I heard you loved the justice my friends in the dungeon gave you last night. But unfortunately for me, the Lady Prestor really doesn't like being kept waiting."

Still smarting from the guard's cruel touch, Sylvanas wracked her brain for anything she knew about the Lady Prestor. Unfortunately it wasn't much, her spies hadn't managed to penetrate that deeply into the heart of Stormwind. All she knew was that Lady Prestor was new on the scene, but had quickly worked her way up the ranks of the nobles. But none of that told Sylvanas what the lady wanted with her specifically. However, she wouldn't be given much time to ponder, as the trio reached the last room of the hall, whereupon the guards shoved her through the door and slammed it behind her.

As she steadied herself, Sylvanas took her first look at Lady Katrana Prestor. The woman was undeniably beautiful, flowing locks of black hair and eyes that seemed to gleam with hidden depths. During her time as ranger-general, Sylvanas had no shortage of lovers of all sorts, but somehow this human put them all to shame. The Dark Lady felt a warmth pooling in her core, lust flushing through her as the woman slowly began to circle the bound banshee. Sylvanas had become accustomed to being the most dangerous person in any given room, but here it was clear that somehow Prestor was the predator and she was the prey.

"Oh yes, you'll do nicely," Prestor purred. "When I heard my knights had brought back such an exotic beauty, I had to see you for myself. It would have been such a shame to just let them kill you."

Sylvanas tried not to let the flattery or anger show on her face as she spoke through gritted teeth. "And what exactly is it that you want with me?"

Katrana laughed, pacing behind Sylvanas and whispering in her ear, "You'll see."

The Dark Lady didn't even have time to blink as she was suddenly hoisted into the air, the woman behind her lifting the Dark Lady up with surprising strength. Katrana's arms hooked under Sylvanas' knees and looped behind her neck, pinning the Banshee Queen in a vicious full nelson. "It's been such a long time since I've had an elf, and certainly never a dead one."

Sylvanas was horrified to feel a hardness pressing up underneath her ass, a cock longer and thicker than any she'd ever experienced on a man, let alone a woman. And as if Prestor's intentions weren't entirely obvious enough, it took the noblewoman no time at all to align the tip of her rod with Sylvanas' slightly soaked snatch. The Dark Lady's prison dress did absolutely nothing to protect her, and she only had a moment to let out a shocked protest before Katrana rammed herself home.

"Hhhhhnnnnggghhh!" Sylvanas groaned as her tormentor instantly set a powerful and punishing pace. Trapped in the woman's strong grip, the Dark Lady could do nothing but bounce, her feet bobbing helplessly over her head and her bound wrists yanking futilely at the ties trapping them behind her back. Fortunately for Sylvanas, her pussy was already a little wet, because the alternative certainly would not have slowed Prestor down in the slightest. But as it was, the little bit of lubrication was all the noble needed to give the Banshee Queen's cunt a royal pounding.

"Fuck yes, I'd knew you'd be exquisite!" Katrana said triumphantly. "But I know there's more you can give me. Let's see if elves are anything like dragons…"

'Like dragons? What does that mean?' Sylvanas tried to figure out through her fuck-fogged thoughts. Her question was answered as Prestor switched her grip from the back of Sylvanas neck to her sensitive ears, using them like handles as she continued to ream the Banshee Queen from below.

Sylvanas' eyes rolled in her head and her pussy twitched as her arousal spiked from the tugging of her elfin ears. "Yessssssss, you get so much tighter when I do that!" Katrana crowed. "Now, cum for me!"

As much as she tried to resist, the Dark Lady had no choice but to heed Prestor's orders. The woman was fucking her to within an inch of her unlife, and whether Sylvanas had been primed from the night before, or Prestor's beauty had revved up her libido, her body overruled her mind with no resistance. The Banshee Queen quivered through a tremendous orgasm, her toes curling and her tits bouncing as Katrana kept railing her throughout, prolonging and spiking Sylvanas' peak until her quim was gushing from her pussy and soaking the junction of their hips into a sticky mess.

That proved to be only the first in a chain of seemingly endless climaxes for the banshee-turned-fucktoy. Like a machine, Prestor kept hammering away at Sylvanas' cunt, bashing against her cervix until even that had to give way before the noblewoman's unstoppable elfbreaker. 'How can she keep going like this?' Sylvanas thought despondently. 'Her stamina and strength are inhuman! She's going to destroy me!'

Oblivious or uncaring to the Dark Lady's inner turmoil, Katrana continued to steal her pleasure from the cockdrunk banshee. It had been so long since she'd gotten to taste such a prime piece of fuckmeat- perhaps VanCleef's nubile daughter had been the most recent- so she was going to make sure she enjoyed every minute of it.

She reveled in the way Sylvanas' athletic frame had been molded to be her plaything, the fallen elf's feminine abs bulging from the depth her cock was reaching inside her. She savored the sounds of her hips clapping against the Banshee Queen's fat ass, the steady beat wrapping around the slick, obscene sounds of a pussy being ravaged in lewd harmony. And most of all, she delighted in watching the crushing realization of acceptance settle over Sylvanas' once-proud features.

The disgrace of a woman who considered herself to be all-powerful, humbled before the might of her cock, was enough to send Katrana crashing through a colossal orgasm of her own, her balls churning and erupting as she completely flooded the Banshee Queen's womb with a torrent of hot, sticky cum. She held the squirming elf tight, watching every muscle in Sylvanas' body tensing and flexing as the warmth of Katrana's load triggered yet another mind-melting climax within her. And all the while Sylvanas was cumming her brains out, Katrana's cock kept firing until a dragon-sized volume of spunk had been dumped into the Dark Lady's cunt.

Eyes rolled back in her skull and tongue lolling from her mouth, Sylvanas went limp in Prestor's grip, insensate to the world and marooned in a sea of overwhelming bliss. She didn't stir even as Katrana withdrew her still-hard prick, which was immediately followed by a splatter of their combined filth from Sylvanas' pussy. Even as the fluid continued to drip from Sylvanas' violated cunt, it did little to deflate the swelling of her stomach from the sheer amount of spunk still bloating it.

It was only when Sylvanas felt Prestor's fist-sized cockhead poking at her backdoor that she was finally jolted from her stupor. "W-w-wait, please…" Sylvanas begged. "No more."

"But we've only just gotten started," Katrana chuckled. "Did you really think I'd be satisfied so soon? You're mine now."

"Hold that thought, Lady Prestor," came a voice from the doorway, and for a moment Sylvanas thought she was saved.

In stepped a man with an auburn goatee, paying no attention to the dripping, drooling Dark Lady. "My advisors and I have come up with a better use for her."

"Oh, you're always spoiling my fun Lord Fordragon," Katrana whined. "In that case, I'd better make full use of her while I've got her. Would you care to join in?"

"Don't mind if I do," the now-named Lord Fordragon grinned. He dropped his pants, unveiling a hefty cock of his own and stepping up to place it against Sylvanas' cum-soaked cunt.

The Banshee Queen groaned in dismay as she was penetrated from both sides, coming and cumming to the crushing realization that her torment had only just begun.

***

Sylvanas spent every second of the next several days in the company of either Katrana Prestor, Bolvar Fordragron, or both. From the nobles' bedchambers to the audience hall, it was clear the two Alliance leaders considered any moment not spent balls deep in a squealing banshee to be wasted time. Katrana would bend the Dark Lady over a balcony, letting her scream her orgasmic ecstasy to the sky, then Bolvar would come along and escort her to the throne room, bouncing the Banshee Queen on his prick the whole way there. Once there, he'd sit her in his lap and spank her ass while she rode him as he met with his advisors or public petitioners. Even during meals, the two would lay Sylvanas down on a table, her head hanging off one edge and her feet dangling off the other while the two spitroasted her between themselves.

So although she was free from the Stockade, Sylvanas now found herself in a new prison, albeit one she thoroughly enjoyed and was constructed from cock and cum rather than iron and stone. Her mind was completely awash in ecstasy, her once-sharp thoughts growing ragged as orgasm after orgasm was ripped from her overtaxed body. The Dark Lady needed no sustenance to keep herself functioning, which was fortunate because the only nourishment they bothered to feed her were the gallons of spunk they pumped down her slender throat.

Whether intentional or not, Katrana and Bovlar were training their banshee pet, until it reached the point where Sylvanas' pussy was constantly wet and the mere sight of either of the two nobles was enough to get her legs quivering. The Stormwind leaders used her wherever and whenever they felt like, and the Banshee Queen was slowly coming to revel in being their free-use whore.

Which is why it came as a sudden shock when Sylvanas emerged from her latest fuck-drunk stupor to the sight of Bolvar and Katrana standing over her, but for some reason they weren't pulling their dicks out to give her another royal pounding. Confused and cock-hungry, Sylvanas crawled on her hands and knees up to Bolvar, reaching up to his belt and trying to fish out her new favorite meal.

"That's enough, you greedy whore," Bolvar said, chuckling, grabbing her hands and putting a stop to her questing fingers. "Listen with your ears and not your cunt for one second."

'Have I done something wrong?' Sylvanas couldn't help but wonder. 'Why won't master give me his cock?'

"Now that you've been appropriately conditioned, we have a mission for you." Katrana cut in, also slapping away Sylvanas less-than-subtle attempts to get her greedy hands on the noblewoman's futa prick. "And if you accomplish this task, we'll give you all the fucking a banshee cunt like you deserves."

Instantly Sylvanas sat back on her heels, visions flashing through her mind of the reward she'd get for doing a good job.

"I see that got your attention," Bolvar rolled his eyes. "But anyway, the mission. A band of gnolls has been pillaging Elwynn Forest, and all attempts to force them out have been met with failure. And since the military approach his failed, we thought we'd try diplomacy. You are to meet with their leader, a brutish fellow named Hogger, and secure the safety of our lands."

"And then you'll fuck me?" Sylvanas asked needily.

Katrana tilted Sylvanas chin up so their eyes could meet. "Oh honey," she cooed. "We won't just fuck you… we… will… ruin you."

The Dark Lady creamed herself right then and there from the sultry promise in Katrana's words, her whole body shuddering as she coated the castle flagstones with the latest puddle of her quim. No longer able to restrain herself, Sylvanas launched forwards, hiking up the noblewoman's dress and swallowing her enormous prick to the base.

"Well, I suppose one last fuck for the road couldn't hurt," Bolvar mused, dropping his trousers as he knelt behind the alluringly swaying backside of the Banshee Queen and thrust inside.

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Sylvanas Windrunner rode out through the gates of Stormwind on a loaned horse, determined to accomplish her task as quickly as possible. She had no escort and no weapons, the only assistance Stormwind had given her was an "upgrade" to her armor.

The Dark Lady still retained the same cowl and skull pauldrons that had once inspired fear in all who looked upon her, but the rest had been adjusted to suit her new role. The metal bikini she wore had been trimmed down to the point where they barely covered her tits and pussy, her leg armor had been completely removed, leaving her thighs exposed to the hungry gaze of every citizen she passed, and the heels of her boots had been raised, lifting and sculpting her ass to they absolute pinnacle of peachy perfection. And underneath it all was a sensual set of black lingerie: a tiny thong that flossed between her asscheeks and cunt lips and a bra that provided no support but framed her big blue tits magnificently and presented her glorious cleavage for all the world to see.

The scantily-clad banshee had galloped past Goldshire, steadfastly ignoring the hoots and catcalls sent her way, and headed for the Westbrook Garrison. The soldiers stationed there had been surprised, to say the least, to see an undead elf suddenly show up to assist them, but after she'd flashed them Fordragon's seal- and her breasts- they were happy enough to let her get on with her mission. Sylvanas then followed the men's directions southward, winding through the trees until she eventually spotted a pair of gnolls that were clearly on some form of patrol duty.

Pulling her steed to a halt, Sylvanas swung herself off the side and strode imperiously towards the two gnolls watching her progress with suspicious eyes, hands clenched on their weapons.

Sylvanas wrinkled her nose as the stench of rotting meat and congealed blood washed over her. "Take me to your leader," she demanded, hands up to show that she was unarmed.

The gnolls blinked.

"I said, take…me…to…your…leader," Sylvanas repeated, drawing out each syllable.

The gnolls turned and looked at each other, but otherwise gave no indication that they understood her instruction.

'Stupid mutts,' Sylvanas thought.

"HOGGER," she shouted, pulling the wanted poster of the gnoll leader from her bag and pointing at it. "BRING ME," she pantomimed a walking motion with her fingers.

The gnolls shrugged and began walking deeper into the forest. Huffing, Sylvanas stumbled after them, assuming that her message finally got through. The strange trio passed several more members of the tribe along the path, each of whom barked a curious question at the Dark Lady's escorts, but their presence was never challenged. Meanwhile, Sylvanas thoughts were turning sour as she realized just how difficult it was going to be to negotiate with such rabid beasts, assuming such a thing was even possible.

Eventually, the three reached another clearing where the biggest gnoll Sylvanas had ever seen, easily twice the size of any other member of his pack, sat on a carved log and chewed on a haunch of a meat. Her gnoll escorts yipped and bowed in what was clearly some sort of greeting, before backing away and leaving Sylvanas alone facing the presumed Hogger.

"Greetings, Hogger," Sylvanas spoke disdainfully. "I come from Stormwind."

"Storm…wind…," Hogger growled. "Humans?"

Sylvanas mentally rolled her eyes. 'At least this one speaks Common. Although maybe 'speaks' is putting it too strongly.'

"Yes, humans," she continued, like she was speaking to a child. "Humans want peace. With Hogger."

"Hogger no want peace," the gnoll replied, confused.

Sylvanas bit back a sigh. "Humans want peace. Give you gifts. You stop attacks."

The shine of greed lit up Hogger's beady eyes, and Sylvanas patted herself on the back for at least making some progress. Soon she'd be back in Stormwind and this whole nightmare would be behind her.

"What Hogger want, for peace?" she asked.

The hulking gnoll tapped one against his chin as searched his mind, and presumably got lost in it.

"Meat!" he finally shouted.

"Very well, humans will bring meat," the Dark Lady acknowledged.

Hogger bared his yellow teeth in a grin, then racked his brain for another idea.

"Mate!"

Sylvanas raised an eyebrow. "You want them to find you a mate?"

Hogger shook his head and pointed a sharp nail at the Banshee Queen. "Mate!"

"Absolutely not!" Sylvanas answered, lip curling in distaste.

Hogger roared and hefted a giant ax. "NO MATE? WAR!"

Inside Sylvanas' mind, two sides warred. Her disgust at the thought of having to lay with such a filthy beast, and her lust as she imagined the long, thick, juicy reward Bolvar and Katrana would bestow upon her if she succeeded. Sylvanas drooled. Her lust won.

"Very well," she said reluctantly. "Meat," she held up one finger, "and one mate. Then peace."

Hogger barked and lowered his weapon, which Sylvanas took as agreement. "Then our pact is sealed."

She reached up to unclasp her cloak and get the unpleasantness over with, but Hogger raised a paw to stop her.

"Wait! Slow! Dance! Show!"

"You want me to dance for you?" Sylvanas asked, bewildered. 'Do gnolls have some kind of mating dance?' For a moment she considered just launching herself at the dimwitted beast and trying to kill him instead, but without her bow and surrounded by his pack, it was too risky a prospect.

So instead, the Dark Lady took a breath she didn't need, and tried to recall the movements she had been enthralled by during all her trips to the brothels of Silvermoon. As a living elf, Sylvanas had been a Ranger-General with needs, and so a little disguise and some discreet company in the shadowed sections of the city was just the ticket to scratch those itches. She hadn't been particularly discerning in her choice of partner, or partners, but never in a million years did she think the memory of those nights would come in handy in front of a horde of slobbering gnolls.

Closing her eyes, Sylvanas tried to remember what the songs of her former people sounded like in those environments, subconsciously starting to gyrate her hips as she let the melody guide her. Her hands caressed up her sides until they were clasped over her head, still rocking her body from side to side as she put her curves on full display. Then the Dark Lady slowly turned in a half-circle until she was facing away from Hogger, reached up and pulled her hood down, shaking her silvery tresses free and throwing a coquettish look over her shoulder.

Next, she went for the ties of her cape, unraveling the knot but not letting it fall off her back quite yet. She canted her hips and shoulders side to side in rhythm, letting the velvety fabric slide down a few inches at a time and uncovering more of her delectable body with each shimmy. First came the toned muscles of her upper back, then the narrowing of her trim waist before it flared out into her tantalizalingly wide hips. She paused for moment as the cloak hung on top of the shelf of her fantastically fat ass, then jiggled her bubble butt up and down until the cloth finally slipped off the rest of the way, fully revealing her long, toned legs and her quivering asscheeks.

Quickly taking in her surroundings as she swung back around, Sylvanas could see every gnoll in the camp literally drooling over her, unashamed of the ragingly hard erections each one was sporting. 'Tch, filthy mongrels,' she sneered in her head, 'unworthy to even look upon me.' But the new and improved Dark Lady was a dutiful servant, looking up at Hogger as she threw her head back and ran her hands through her ghostly locks before tracing the outline of her face down to her heaving tits and cupping them through the metal of her armored bikini.

She scarcely needed to use any force to get her mammoth mammaries wobbling, hefting the huge orbs in each hand as if preparing for Hogger to feast on. Still swaying her hips left and right, her slender fingers next went for the buckles of her metal bottoms, teasingly opening the latch on one side, then the other, letting the metal piece slide down her legs and showing off the tiny scrap of a thong that lay underneath.

The gnolls' noses hungrily sniffed the air, taking in the scent of the Banshee Queen's arousal, their sharp eyes picking out the glistening of her labia even at a distance. Sylvanas tugged on the waistband of her lingerie, letting the fabric dig into her cunt a little harder and moaning at the delicious friction. But as much as she wanted ot get herself off right then and there, she had a job to do.

Her mail bra came off next, Sylvanas' nimble fingers easily undoing the clasp behind her back and letting the metallic cups join the slowly growing pile of her discarded clothing. Now she was left standing in nothing aside from her heeled boots, bra, and thong, practically glowing in the Elwynn sunshine as the gnolls howled and hollered their approval. Sylvanas gave a little flounce, letting her tits wobble up and down as they were freed from the restriction of her armor and showing off how enticing they looked clad in just her fancy black bra.

Slowly, she nudged one bra strap over her bare shoulder, then the other, so that it was only the perkiness of her tits keeping the lingerie on, the little piece of cloth clinging to those juicy mounds for dear life and barely keeping her dark blue nipples covered. Then the Banshee Queen shook her tits side to side, the gorgeous globes swinging pendulously until the tiny black bra finally fell off and revealed her areolas and the stiff, aroused nubs peaking them.

Totally lost in her performance now, Sylvanas strut back and forth, twirling the bra around one finger before launching it into the crowd of gnolls who were paying rapt attention and furiously jerking themselves off. It landed on the head of one eager fellow, who let out a piercing whine as his cock erupted, splattering the ground in front of him with his seed.

Sylvanas let a smile unfurl on her lips at the sight, before striding back to the center of the clearing and spinning away from Hogger once more. With her legs spread wide, the Dark Lady bent over at the waist, clasped her hands around her ankles and shook her ass at him in clear invitation.

In retrospect, Sylvanas should have realized just how the gnoll leader would have reacted to such an invitation. Of course Hogger wasn't going to patiently wait for her to finish her show. No sooner had she looked between her legs at him than he was bowling over her, sending the slight elf stumbling to her hands and knees.

"Hnngh, impudent brute," Sylvanas grumbled as Hogger's heavy paws came down on her shoulders as he feverishly ground his hips against her upturned ass. "You could have at least let me finish."

But Hogger had no more interest in listening to her words, he was far more concerned with consummating the bargain they had struck. His massive, veiny prick probed at the Banshee Queen's generous assflesh, leaving long sticky streaks of precum cloying on her bountiful buttcheeks. Impatiently jabbing away at her plump posterior, when Hogger's cock finally found purchase, it was more through sheer determination and dumb luck than any sort of precision.

Sylvanas' red eyes went wide as she felt his fist-sized crown poking at her backdoor. "No, wait, you idiot, that's the wrong hyaaaaa~!" The rest of her warning was lost in a primal scream as over 12 inches of raging red gnoll cock was shoved straight into the Dark Lady's asshole.

Hogger, either completely oblivious or completely uncaring of which of her fuckholes he'd managed to penetrate, began railing her with a bestial speed and power befitting someone of his size and strength. At least twice as large as his newest mate, Hogger pressed his bitch's shoulders into the ground as he rammed her from behind, thrusting in balls deep from the outset and giving her no time to adjust or get comfortable.

"Slow…down, mongrel," Sylvanas wheezed as she tried to scramble away, clawing at the grass and trying to pull her impaled rosebud free from Hogger's conquering cock.

But the gnoll wasn't having any of that. "STOP SQUIRM!" he demanded, lifting a heavy foot and stamping none-too-gently on the side of Sylvanas' head to pin her in place. "HOGGER FUCK!"

If Sylvanas had any breath left in her lungs, it would have been knocked out of her from the furious pounding she was receiving. With her cheek being mashed into the dirt, and his cock mashing into her bowels, the only thing the Dark Lady could do was squeal like a stuck pig as Hogger took his pleasure from her.

Not that she wasn't getting anything out of this arrangement. Her sphincter had been quickly trained at the hands- or dicks, rather- of Bolvar and Katrana, and as the gnoll alpha settled into a more predictable rhythm, the feel of his mighty cock powering through her clenching backdoor and the way her pebbled nipples scraped against the ground fulfilled all of the slutty Banshee Queen's wildest submissive fantasies. 'Maybe this mission isn't so bad,' she thought gleefully.

"Mmnnf, nnngh, hnngh," Sylvanas grunted as she started to match Hogger's pace, throwing her hips back like the filthiest Goldshire whore and coaxing even more of the gnoll's mighty rod into her bowels. Every pulse of Hogger's prick within her reverberated through her body like a perverse heartbeat, lighting Sylvanas up with all the obscene pleasure she'd been subjected to since her arrival in Stormwind. But even the humans who'd been so 'generous' to her during her captivity weren't as well-endowed as the gnoll packlord, whose mighty bitchbreaker Sylvanas could practically feel thumping against her chest and throat as it ravaged her backdoor.

With all resistance flung out the window, the Dark Lady reached a hand under her body and furiously rubbed at her engorged clit in her never-ending pursuit of more heady pleasure. She hiked her hips up higher, giving Hogger even more of an angle to work with as the gnoll continued piledriving her poor, abused pucker, beating back its stubborn resilience until her body fully accepted him as its lord and master and greedily sucked him in. Sylvanas' other hand tore up the grass as she scrabbled for some way to ground herself against the onslaught, but she achieved little aside from scratching some grooves in the mud with her nails.

As the dual pressure from Hogger's dick and her own hand began to mount, Sylvanas trembled like a leaf in a storm. She could feel the fury of her orgasm approaching like the Deeprun Tram, and she eagerly chased that peak, grinding her palm against her little bud and fingering her pussy to keep intensifying the sensations. With a wail as loud as any she'd ever uttered as a banshee, Sylvanas came her brains out, splattering the dirt with her quim, her red eyes rolling back in her head as her tongue lolled from her mouth and dragged along the ground as Hogger continued to ram her back and forth.

As the Dark Lady's entire body tensed and went limp in the throes of her release, Hogger finally rammed his bulging knot into her asshole, howling as he followed her over the edge. The gnoll fired rope after rope of burning cum straight into Sylvanas' bowels, absolutely flooding her stomach until it began to swell from the sheer volume of spunk it was being forced to contain. A containment that didn't last long as the tide of baby batter rose unendingly through her unworking esophagus and began spewing from Sylvanas' mouth and nose as well, forming a puddle under her face in the mud to match the one under her soaking cunt.

"That was… that was… acceptable," Sylvanas panted once she'd finally regained some semblance of consciousness. She peeled Hogger's foot off her head and dragged herself forward until his softening knot popped free of her clenching asshole with a wet pop and a river of filth trickled out of her abused backdoor. She rolled over to face Hogger, who seemed to be grinning triumphantly, his girthy cock still standing at full attention. "Remember… our pact. Peace."

"MORE!" Hogger shouted instead, and rushed at her.

"No- wait!" The Dark Lady found herself barreled over once more, this time onto her back as the gnoll king folded her into a vicious mating press. Rather than hump at her mindlessly again, Hogger sought and found her entrance instantly, although at least this time it was her previously-neglected pussy. Crying out in ecstasy once more, Sylvanas crashed through another toe-curling orgasm as her banshee cunt was invaded by the monstrously long gnoll dick.

With Sylvanas' pussy being as wet and willing as it was, Hogger met no resistance as he railed down into her. His mighty bitchbreaker barreled through her tight tunnel, practically denting the entrance to her womb as he hammered against it. Her cervix might as well have been a button labeled 'mindbreak' for the effect his thrusts was having on her; a button that Hogger was pressing rapidly, repeatedly, and without mercy. What might have been painful for a living woman was nothing but overwhelming exquisite pleasure for the undead elf as orgasm after orgasm tore through her overstimulated body.

Now when she looked up at Hogger, it wasn't with the cold disdain she'd entered his camp with, it was with a feverish adoration for the alpha who had literally and metaphorically bent her to his will. His tongue slobbering all over her bouncing blue tits wasn't disgustingly primitive, it was primally possessive. Sylvanas felt a sudden burning need to show him that he owned her, that she belonged to him and his cock.

She wrapped her slender legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back and pulling him ever deeper into her core. She tilted his head up from her chest and sucked on his tongue, pulling him into a sloppy makeout session that unsurprisingly resembled something more akin to a beast devouring its prey than an elegant kiss. But Sylvanas didn't care, her entire body was his, and she'd use every inch of it to show him her devotion. She opened her lips wide to show her submission, letting him plunder her mouth with his own as he essentially facefucked her with his strong tongue.

' YES! FUCK ME! CLAIM ME! OWN ME' she howled in her mind.

Chainfucked through constant climaxes, Sylvanas' cunt was a rippling vise for Hogger to enjoy, and every instinct within the gnoll told him to BREED. There was no reason for him to try and hold back on his release, so accelerated his hips even faster until he finally punched through the tight ring of Sylvanas' cervix, turning her presumably infertile babymaker into his personal fleshlight. Back and forth, in and out, he pummeled her innermost depths to the point where Sylvanas felt like her guts were being dragged along with his pistoning cockhead.

With Sylvanas fully wrapped and fully hooked on his prick, Hogger erupted for the second time, again going balls deep in the mewling, cooing banshee as he knotted her pussy just as fiercely as he did to her asshole. A tidal wave of gnoll cum, no less potent than the first, pumped deep into the Banshee Queen's womb, utterly drowning her supposedly useless ovaries in his virile seed.

The toned definition of Sylvanas' feminine ab muscles was lost as her belly bloated like a balloon, swelling to the point where she looked several months pregnant- with triplets. The warmth pooling in her core set Sylvanas off again as well, the forced muscle spasms unlacing her legs from Hogger's back and pointing her heels straight up to sky like flags of surrender on a conquered fort. Her whole body seized up as she squeezed her bestial lovers in her arms, before she suddenly went limp again, eyes glazed over and blissed out of her mind.

She didn't even bother to protest as Hogger rolled her over onto her stomach, then flopped down on top of her and began rutting her into the dirt. Beast and bitch went at it for hour after hour as the sun crested all the way overhead until the light filtering through the trees turned hazy and golden. Only when Hogger's balls were utterly spent did the gnoll finally step away from the utterly debauched Dark Lady, who simply laid unmoving in an elf-shaped impression in the dirt.

Only one heeled boot remained dangling from Sylvanas' foot, the other had been lost to the woods. Her lingerie had been ripped to shreds, and her entire body was littered with red scratch marks, mainly concentrated on her ass and tits, the latter of which was also sporting numerous fanged tooth marks. She was coated in a combined cocktail of their spit, sweat, and spunk, turning her skin sticky and shiny in the encroaching twilight. Sylvanas didn't even stir as the satisfied Hogger and the rest of the gnolls retreated deeper into the forest, apparently willing to uphold their end of the bargain.

Eventually, Sylvanas raised an unsteady arm, but not to push herself up, but simply to scoop up some of the semen pooled in her belly button and lick her fingers clean. She exulted in her post-orgasmic bliss as she continued to suck down palmfuls of spunk, replaying every sordid detail of her encounter in her head, lamenting slightly that Hogger hadn't taken her with him, but envisioning the reward she'd receive from her noble patrons once she'd returned.

So lost in her obscene fantasies, Sylvanas didn't hear the sound of approaching hoofbeats until a hood was thrown over her head, her wrists were tied behind her back, and she was hauled over the back of a horse.

"I got her!" a surprisingly young and female-sounding voice shouted. "Let's get out of here!"

Dazed and confused, Sylvanas lay slumped over the back of the horse as it galloped west through the forest, idly wondering just who'd have the means- and motivation- to kidnap the royal cumdump of Stormwind.