A diplomatic mission

Sylvanas Windrunner hated politics. Because just like countless others who had unwanted leadership thrust upon them, it seemed to take up all of her time. It all started when Alleria abandoned Azeroth to chase the Horde through the Dark Portal, and she was forced to become Ranger-General in her eldest sister's stead. Sylvanas would have much preferred patrolling the forests of Eversong with her squad compared to playing dress-up in Silvermoon, but if she wanted the best for her people, she had no choice but to play along.

Then she became the monarch of the Forsaken, suddenly in charge of an entire race of people when her only goal was to obtain her vengeance against Arthas. Sylvanas had assumed the mantle of the Banshee Queen out of necessity, but at least her adopted undead were a valuable weapon in the fight against the Scourge. And now, for some reason, Vol'jin had seen fit to name her warchief. And as much as Sylvanas took pride in that honor, the decision was a bit puzzling.

The Dark Lady wasn't a well-liked figure, even at the best of times, surely Vol'jin had known that her ascension was not going to be met with raucous applause. And so now, rather than strategizing for the war effort against the Legion, Sylvanas was forced to suffer the inanity of politicking once more, meeting with all the various tribes and factions that made up the Horde to ensure that her leadership was secure. And perhaps unsurprisingly, the most diminutive race in the Horde was proving to be the biggest pain in the Banshee Queen's perfectly pear-shaped posterior.

Politics was always a den of snakes, but in the goblin's case, it was more like a den of hydras. The goblin administration consisted of countless trade princes and princesses, all scheming and conniving and backstabbing and twisting themselves in every direction to gain power. Sylvanas had managed to head off the primary trade prince, Gallywix, convincing him of the money to be gained by backing her leadership. However, it was the warchief's second stop, a meeting with the Trade Princess Pasi Copperknob, where negotiations hit a bit of a snag.

"As you can see, with the Old Lion dead, the Alliance leadership is in a bit of a conundrum," Sylvanas was saying. "His son is too young, he won't be strong enough to lead through the coming storm. Therefore, your best chance to earn a profit during this whole endeavor is with me."

Pasi was nodding, but it was clear the gobliness wasn't paying too much attention. Her eyes were instead locked on Sylvanas' generous cleavage, holding a staring contest with the Banshee Queen's enormous breasts. And somehow, the goblin was winning. Sylvanas tried to keep her lip from curling in disgust. She considered the trade princess a uniquely ugly figure amongst a universally ugly race, with her dark purple hair swept over to one side of her head, and a prominent nose that made her resemble a bat. Or a frog rather, Sylvanas liked bats.

'Lecherous beast,' Sylvanas thought dismissively, 'but at least that will make this easy.' Although her body had undergone some startling changes in her undeath, the Dark Lady still retained an air of ethereal sexuality that she never hesitated to use to her advantage. Why else would she be wearing what amounted to little more than an armored bikini, one that propped up her fat tits and left her thicc thighs and bubble butt exploding out from the tops of her thigh-high heeled boots?

'Two can play at this game.' Smiling sensually, Sylvanas leaned back and took a deep breath she didn't need, emphasizing the swell of her chest, before crossing one sinfully long leg over the other and returning her gaze to the now openly drooling trade princess. "Besides, these sorts of negotiations are about mutual benefit," she said out loud. "The things we can do for each other."

Pasi nodded dumbly. "Uh-huh, whatever you say, Whorechief."

A flicker of irritation crossed Sylvanas face. "What did you call me?"

"Whorechief. Ain't that 'cha title?"

"WAR-chief," Sylvanas enunciated.

"That's what I said, Whorechief," Pasi replied. "Ain't the Horde supposed to be about equal respect too? I don't appreciate you makin' fun of my accent. Maybe the Alliance won't mock me to my face."

Sylvanas grit her teeth. "There's no need to act rashly," she tried to say pleasantly. "I'm sure the Horde and I would be willing to give you exactly what you want."

"Ha, I doubt that," Pasi spat. "Let me guess what you're gonna say." The goblin continued in a squeaky falsetto, " Oh Pasi, here's a small cut of gold from our enormous coffers. Here, have this tiny house in the outskirts of Orgrimmar."

Her voice returned to normal. "Is that the breast you have to offer?"

"What else could you want?" Sylvanas asked, skipping over what she hoped was a slip of the tongue.

"I can get gold, land, supplies, whatever, from anyone. What I want, are the kind of ass-sets that only a big, strong woman like yourself could give me, if you're catchin' my drift."

The urge to throttle the goblin in front of her was rising, but there was little Sylvanas could do about it in this situation, on the trade princess' home turf and surrounded by her guards. Plus, she needed Pasi's allegiance; Gallywix by himself wasn't enough, and Pasi's supply of gold and her control of certain shipping lanes would be invaluable.

"What are you proposing?" Sylvanas finally bit out.

Pasi scratched her chin for a moment before looking around. "Guards, leave us. This kind of diplomacy requires a more intimate setting."

The trade princess' hired goons shuffled out without a complaint, leaving the two women alone at the negotiation table.

"I want one week to do whatever I want with your body," Pasi's eyes lit up greedily.

"Absolutely not," Sylvanas recoiled in disgust, "and I should put an arrow in your heart for even thinking about it."

Pasi rolled her eyes. "Relax, Sugar Tits, we both know you won't do that. My security would be on you like Jaina on an orc. Even you couldn't fight your way outta that, and you'd never get the support of the goblins ever again. That's my offer, one week, or I go straight to Alliance and play nice with the boy king."

Sylvanas eyes glowed a violent red, but she otherwise made no move to attack. The goblin had her over a barrel, and they both knew it. Duty and disgust warred within her, 'Am I really going to sell my body to this depraved merchant?'

"Come on, Sylvan-ass," Pasi goaded. "How far are you willing to go to earn your place? Are you really willing to risk the security of your position for your selfish pride?"

The simple answer was no, no she wasn't, but that didn't mean the warchief was going down without a fight. "Fine, but not one week. You get one hour," she said firmly.

Pasi guffawed. "All your brains must have gone to your tits if you think I'd take that. Three days."

"Six hours."

"Two days."

"One day, last chance."

"Fine, but by the end of it you'll wish it had been for longer."

"I wouldn't bet on it."

"Oh, but I always bet on green," Pasi said through sharp teeth. "At the end of 24 hours, your fat banshee butt will be begging for more." The goblin pushed back from the table, waddling over to her throne and taking a seat on it before looking back at Sylvanas. "Now, gimme me a show," she said, twirling her finger. I wanna see the goods."

Taking one last, longing look at her bow and knives stacked neatly by the entrance to the chamber, Sylvanas spun away from Pasi and closed her eyes. Swaying her hips from side to side, the Dark Lady first pulled her trademark cowl down from around her head before undoing the clasp around her throat, letting the cloak slide down a little further so the toned muscles of her back and shoulder were exposed. She tried to block everything out from her mind, think about anything beside the humiliation she was being put through, but the goblin's heavy breathing and muttered instructions of "more", "oh yeah", and "keep going" meant there was no escape.

When Sylvanas opened her eyes and turned the rest of the way so she was facing Pasi once more, her cape slid from her fingers and pooled on the floor as she stared in shock at the sight in front of her. The gobliness had undone her trousers and was jerking a cock that wouldn't have looked out of place on an orc in her knobbly hands. It was dark green, about a foot long, throbbing angrily, and already leaking the first bits of precum as Pasi enjoyed the sight of the new warchief debasing herself for her entertainment.

"Get over here, Slutvanas," she called out. "I paid to touch, not just look."

The Banshee Queen's heels clicked on the stone floor as she made her way next to Pasi's throne, dexterous fingers now reaching behind her back to undo the straps of her metal bra. But her concentration was rudely interrupted when Pasi reached out and squeezed a handful of her bouncing blue breast, the goblin's tiny fingers sinking deep into soft titflesh and nearly being swallowed by it.

Trying to get the ordeal over with as quickly as possible, Sylvanas undid the clasps, letting the skimpy piece of metal tumble unceremoniously to the floor and uncovering both perky, pillowy mounds to the gobliness' lecherous gaze. But of course Pasi wasn't content with merely seeing such perfection, she had to seize it for herself, taking a weighty, pendulous orb in each hand and knocking them together like a child's toy.

"Have you quite finished?" Sylvanas glared.

"Wait! One more second."

Pasi used that second to pinch each of Sylvanas' dark blue nipples and thrust her face into the valley of her cleavage, eliciting a slight jump from the stoic elf as the goblin quickly and violently motorboated her tits.

"Ahhh, that hit the spot," Pasi sighed. "You can keep going now."

Moving a little more methodically now, Sylvanas made quick work of her boots, trying to avoid flinching any time the trade princess' grabby hands copped a feel of her tits, thighs, or even occasionally her hair and ears. In no time at all, the Dark Lady was left naked save her metal thong, and Pasi was practically vibrating with excitement at the show to come.

"Wait!" the goblin called as Sylvanas started to finish her strip tease. "Turn around and bend over while you do it. And take it slow, I really want to savor this moment."

"Anything else while I'm at it, your highness?" Sylvanas asked sarcastically. "A glass of water? A napkin to clean yourself off?"

"Nah, I'm good," Pasi replied, oblivious.

Rolling her eyes, Sylvanas nevertheless complied, turning away from Pasi once more and bending over at the waist, grabbing onto her ankles so she was folded in half with her phenomenally phat ass front and center for Pasi. Looking between her legs, The Banshee Queen could see the goblin staring in pure, rapturous wonder, stars in her eyes and drool dripping from her slack mouth from the sheer majesty of the sight before her.

Pasi was practically hyperventilating as Sylvanas hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her armored bikini bottoms and started to slowly slide them over the slope of her bodacious buttcheeks and down her legs. It took some struggling and shaking to get the tight ring of metal past the curves of her hourglass figure, but eventually the glorified thong joined the pile of other pieces on the floor.

It was nothing short of a lifelong dream come true for Pasi. Any time she visited Orgrimmar, any time she had seen the warchief from afar, she had wondered what Sylvanas' glorious ass would look like naked before her gaze. And now, finally, the moment of triumph had arrived, and it was everything a futa goblin could have hoped for.

Even without the additional lift from her high-heeled boots, The Banshee Queen's backside was pure, titan-crafted perfection. Muscled and toned from centuries of training, but with a delicious layer of fat on top that practically begged to be squeezed, kneaded, and groped. It jutted out from Sylvanas' trim waist in two glorious half-moons, boasting twin globes of such divinity that Pasi nearly came her brains out on the spot.

With shaking hands and an aching cock, Pasi pulled out her S.E.L.F.I.E. camera, and snapped a quick picture just as Sylvanas looked back over her shoulder.

And just like that, the Dark Lady's murderous expression came storming back. "Destroy it," she hissed.

"No wait, I just needed this for myself, I won't share it with anyone, I promise!"

"I may not want to kill you right now, but if word of this gets out, nothing will stop me from hunting you down and putting you through the worst tortures you can possibly imagine, do you understand?"

Pasi nodded frantically. "I won't, I swear I won't. I swear on the thong I stole from your quarters in the Undercity last year!"

Sylvanas' murderous intent did not lessen.

"Maybe let's just forget that part and go back to the dancing?" Pasi squeaked.

Eyes still narrowed, Sylvanas looked away and tried to focus on the kernel of anger inside her, and not the faintest sense of flattery she felt. The former Ranger-General had been undeniably vain in life, a trait that diminished at all in her undeath. But her sisters had been the ones to receive all the praise: Alleria's skill, Vereesa's charm. They both had families, children, admiration. Sylvanas had decay and death, so the idea that someone even as detestable as a goblin still found her appealing sparked just the tiniest bit of arousal within her, much as Sylvanas was loath to admit it.

So she gyrated her hips, shaking her ass in the way that she'd seen Silvermoon's courtiers do it, steadfastly ignoring the click click click of the camera behind her.

"I'm surprised you can hunt at all the way that ass claps," Pasi commented. "Animals should hear you coming a mile away. All to my benefit I guess. Now don't be shy, Twinkle Tush, and back it the rest of the way up here."

The Dark Lady did as she was commanded, sliding her feet back a little at a time until Pasi's throbbing dick was hotdogged between her asscheeks as she twerked them up and down. The goblin's tip was already dripping copious amounts of precum, lubing up the passageway and letting Sylvanas really work it, bouncing her fat ass in Pasi's lap with the finesse of a seasoned whore.

With the Banshee Queen's silken booty smothering her dick, it didn't take much longer for Pasi to erupt, her first load of the day splattering across Sylvanas' back, with a few stray shots even managing to land in her hair.

"Ahh, that hit the spot," Pasi sighed. "But now I've gone and made a mess of you. Let's get you cleaned up before the main event." The goblin pressed a button on her chair and part of the floor retracted, revealing a small pool filled to the brim with thick, off-white slop.

"This is a specially developed lotion filled with vitamans and oxidon'ts," Pasi explained.

Sylvanas wrinkled her nose. "That's cum."

"No, it's an all-natural, organic- okay yeah, it's cum. But it's not like you have a choice, so hop in."

The warchief stood on the lip of the pool, internally debating whether or not she could actually bring herself to do this.

That's when Pasi spoke up behind her in that annoying falsetto. "Oh King Anduin, I'm so troubled, I have all this money and munitions and no one to give them to. Would you accept-"

"Enough! You've made your point!"

Sylvanas steadied herself. And right before she made the decision to step forward-

SMACK!

A little green hand spanked her ass, startling the Banshee Queen and sending her jolting into the pool. Immediately she was enveloped in a sea of gooey spunk, accidentally swallowing a few mouthfuls and grimacing at the warm, sludgy texture. When her head broke the surface of the pool, she saw Pasi rolling on the ground in tears, one hand clutching her stomach and the other holding on to her camera.

"Aw man, that was classic. You look like a half-drowned cat." Her observation was spot on, between Sylvanas' hissing, the way her ears flicked off bits of cum, and her overall bedraggled appearance, nobody would have recognized the Horde's nominally austere leader under a layer of goblin semen.

"But in all seriousness, now you really should clean yourself up," Pasi continued. "You'll find a water tub in your room, along with the outfit I want you to wear when you join me in my chambers. Capiche? Capiche." With one last chuckle and one final picture, Pasi strode from the room without a backward glance, leaving Sylvanas to stew.

Trying- and failing- to maintain an air of dignity, Sylvanas patted herself clean as best she could, retrieved her armor, and snuck her way past the guards to her temporary quarters. Fortunately, Pasi had been telling the truth about the bath, allowing the elf to remove the last bits of cloying spunk from her person.

When the Dark Lady saw the outfit that had been laid out for her, she nearly fled. But she needed this alliance, and she was in too deep now to back out. It didn't take her long to dress, all she'd been given was a tiny, red sling bikini with Horde patterns on the chest and crotch, with pieces of fabric so small her areolas and pussy lips peeked out from either side. At least she'd been given a cape to cover herself, and that helped her scuttle her way to Pasi's chambers without being spotted.

Mentally steeling herself once more, Sylvanas entered the room, where Pasi was eagerly waiting on her oversized bed, fully naked and fully erect.

"I think that should be your new official outfit," she said, looking Sylvanas up and down. The slingkini was making a rather pathetic effort at keeping the Banshee Queen's curvaceous body contained, her mammoth mammaries spilling out on either side and the tiny string that flossed between her thighs disappearing into the cleft of her ass.

"Let's just get this over with," the Dark Lady said stiffly.

"Don't worry, Hot Hips," Pasi winked. "This will never be over. You know what they say, once you go green, you'll always be keen."

"I don't think they say tha-mmph," Sylvanas reply was abruptly cut off as Pasi grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled the unresisting elf in for a deep kiss. Standing on the bed brought the goblin up to a similar height as her warchief, and she used that to her advantage to absolutely plunder Sylvanas' mouth with her tongue. Pasi's hands weren't idle either, drawn like magnets to Sylvanas' breasts and easily nudging aside their scant covering so she could get a good squeeze in.

Sylvanas underwent this ordeal with remarkable stoicism, thankful for the first time that she no longer needed to breathe. That way, it was Pasi that had to pull back first, her own smaller green tits heaving as she sucked in lungfuls of air after she'd had her fill of swapping spit with her new toy.

"Mmm, I could taste your mouth all day, Luscious Lips," Pasi said. "But I bet it would feel even better around my cock. So get on your knees and start suckin', your warchiefness."

This at least was something Sylvanas could handle. She'd hate every moment of it, sure, but it could have been worse. Taking off her cloak and laying it down so she'd have a softer cushion, the Dark Lady knelt on the floor, which brought her level with Pasi's dick with the goblin sitting on her bed. Sylvanas' eyes nearly went cross trying to keep the green, foot-long fuckstick in view, suddenly more intimidated by its size now that she was seeing it up close.

"I ain't payin' you just to look at it," Pasi said grumpily. She grabbed Sylvanas around the head and pulled her closer to her dick. "Get suckin'."

The warchief proceeded to do just that, opening her mouth wide and doing her best to fit the enormous goblin prick past her lips. Once she had her mouth sealed around the fist-sized cockhead, Sylvanas could begin the blowjob in earnest, bobbing her head up and down and slowly swallowing more and more of Pasi's length.

The goblin in question finally let go of Sylvanas' hair, letting the Banshee Queen humiliate herself at her own pace, and returned to her favorite pastime- groping every piece of Sylvanas' frame she could reach. Pasi tugged on Sylvanas' ears, rubbed her shoulders, squeezed her tits, tickled her sides, anything she could think of to just keep her hands on Sylvanas' incredible body. But of course, her primary focus was on the gentle swaying of that fine elven booty, and so the trade princess returned to that altar of worship, cupping and kneading and spanking the pliant buttcheeks until they started purpling under her ministrations.

There wasn't much Sylvanas could do to enjoy herself in this position, but the goblin's hands actually felt somewhat pleasing, so the warchief simply lost herself in the rhythm, closing her eyes and taking Pasi's prick to the root with every swallow.

"Wait, wait, wait," Pasi suddenly interjected, "use your tits too."

Shrugging, Sylvanas sat up higher, cocooning Pasi's now spit-shined cock in her generous titflesh. The trade princess might have had a big dick, but Sylvanas' cleavage was bigger still, completely smothering the goblin's member in the valley of her bust. The Dark Lady's violet lips returned to Pasi's cockhead, suckling on the tip as she gave it an irresistible boobjob-blowjob combo.

The lecherous gobliness had no chance of staying strong, especially with the way Sylvanas' fierce red eyes were looking up at her with subservience. With a muffled groan, Pasi's cock exploded once more, spewing a steady stream of spunk straight into Sylvanas' stomach. Pasi huffed and grunted with every rope, all the while Sylvanas continued to work steadily, refusing to flinch as she swallowed every drop.

When her release had finally subsided, Pasi stood up and indicated that Sylvanas should do the same. "Turn around," she instructed, "I've been dreaming of this for years and I'm not waiting a second longer."

The instant Sylvanas had spun away, Pasi lept into action, faceplanting herself into the Dark Lady's ass and motorboating her cheeks the same way she'd done to her tits previously. This was nirvana for the trade princess, with a faceful of blueberry booty and Sylvanas submissive to her every desire. And right now, her desire was to show the Banshee Queen's butt all the love and attention it deserved.

But Pasi didn't go right for the home run, she started carefully at first, circling her head around the Dark Lady's derrière, licking, kissing, and gnawing every square millimeter of it until it was completely covered and shining with goblin spittle. Pasi's hands went wherever her mouth wasn't, continuing the all-out manhandling- or goblinhandling- of Sylvanas' bountiful backside.

"Play wissh yoursshelff," Pasi mumbled around a mouthful of assflesh. "Issshh okayy, I know you want to."

Sylvanas couldn't blush, but she did flinch slightly as Pasi read her like a book. Her hand slid inside the bottom of her slingkini as she started to rub her palm along her rapidly moistening slit.

Once Pasi had ensured she'd paid lip service to the entire expanse of Sylvanas' ass, it was time to move inward. But first, she pried apart those ample buttcheeks and simply stared, drinking in the sight of the Banshee Queen's dark blue butthole winking around the strap of the bikini. Transfixed, Pasi clapped Sylvanas' asscheeks against one another, letting the sound ring through her chambers as she reveled in her lewd game of hide-and-seek with the Dark Lady's sphincter.

When her patience finally snapped, Pasi used a single claw to swipe through the slingkini, triumphantly revealing Sylvanas' indigo asshole and diving in tongue first. The goblin shoved her face as deep as she could between Sylvanas' cheeks, probing with her strong tongue and taking her first lick of the Banshee Queen's backdoor. Pasi's cock was rock hard at this point, the simple joy in eating out Sylvanas' ass somehow more arousing to the goblin than it was to Sylvanas herself.

Not that Sylvanas was idle at this moment, with her pussy now freed as well, the warchief had taken to plunging her fingers in and out of her dripping twat to the same rhythm at which Pasi was tonguing her rosebud. Nectar freely dripped down Sylvanas' thighs, the cold mask of the Banshee Queen steadily falling away as the lust and hunger took over her thoughts.

Pasi made out with Sylvanas' asshole with the same intensity she had with her mouth, kissing and nibbling and sucking and gnawing as if she were drowning and Sylvanas' butthole was the only supply of air. Pasi didn't just eat ass, she practically devoured it, slobbering all over the banshee bootyhole like it was a fine delicacy while her hands continued to knead and grope great handfuls of banshee buttcheeks.

Being worked from both front and back, it was Sylvanas that tipped over the edge this time, letting out a soft cry as her pussy fluttered through an orgasm, ecstasy coursing through her in a way she'd never felt since her rebirth. Both women were panting heavily when the warchief finally came down from high, looking back over her shoulder at the goblin whose cheeks were stained with spit.

"On the bed," Pasi croaked, and for once, Sylvanas didn't fight it. She let the trade princess maneuver her how she wished, until the warchief was laying on her side and Pasi was spooned up behind her. The goblin lifted Sylvanas' top leg up, marveling at how the Dark Lady's thicc thigh might have been bigger around than Pasi's entire body.

With Sylvanas' cunt nice and slick from her earlier climax, it was no trouble at all for Pasi to slide in, stuffing the Banshee Queen to the brim with her thick futa prick. Bucking her hips wildly, the goblin shoved inch after inch of her length into Sylvanas' welcoming pussy, bottoming out in no time flat and tapping at the warchief's cervix with her cockhead.

From her position behind her newest fucktoy, Pasi couldn't see Sylvanas' reactions, but she could certainly hear them. A soft moan when Pasi had first entered, and muffled grunts every time her dick impatiently demanded entrance to the Dark Lady's womb.

"By the end of the night, I'll make you scream my name," Pasi promised.

"Nngh, you can.. certainly.. try.." Sylvanas sneered, but it lacked its usual bite.

And try, Pasi did, redoubling her pace and pounding away even harder at Sylvanas' soft cunt. Every thrust brought her cock back until only the tip remained inside, then rammed all the way in, sending a jolt of exquisite pain and pleasure through Sylvanas' body every time it bashed at her cervix. Sylvanas was clawing at the bedding underneath her, her sharp nails tearing rents in the expensive silk sheets. And for the first time, Pasi would have willingly paid to replace something if it meant she got to keep fucking Sylvanas like this.

It was a race to the finish, and fortunately or unfortunately for Pasi, she was the one to hit her peak first. Her cock had already been aching for release from her earlier ass worship, and now with the Banshee Queen's surprisingly wet and warm cunt clenching down on her, Pasi reluctantly surrendered, gracing Sylvanas' barren babymaker with its first flood of spunk.

The heat now pooling in her core pulled Sylvanas over the edge as well, her pussy lips quivering as they milked Pasi's prick for every drop of cum and splattered the bed below them with her feminine juices.

"Wait, stay just like that," Pasi commanded as she withdrew her spent prick and stumbled off the bed.

Reclining in contentment in the afterglow of her orgasm, Sylvanas obeyed without ire, grabbing her thigh and keeping her foot pointed to the sky as her goblin mistress grabbed her S.E.L.F.I.E. camera once more and took a few more pictures of the Dark Lady's soiled cunt.

Keepsakes secured, Pasi jumped on the bed once more, rolling Sylvanas over to her hands and knees, manipulating the pliant elf into the ideal position. She pulled the Dark Lady's weight back so Sylvanas was balanced on her fingers and toes instead, and hiked up her hips so her spit-slathered backdoor was at the perfect height for her renewed erection.

"Might want to bite the pillow for this," Pasi grinned.

Sylvanas snorted. "I'll be fine."

"Do it anyway, it'll be hot."

Bound to obey, Sylvanas complied, grabbing one of the goblin's oversized pillows and sinking her sharp teeth into it, just as Pasi's questing cockhead began poking at her asshole. Thanks to combined fluids from their mutual climaxes, and the over-enthusiastic job Pasi had done of preparing her, Sylvanas' ass opened without resistance before Pasi's invading prick.

Goblins were impatient creatures even at the best times, and when Pasi saw the first few inches of her cock disappearing into the Dark Lady's depths, there was simply no stopping her.

"Time for a royal banshee buttfucking!" the goblin exclaimed as she jackhammered forwards, giving Sylvanas no time to adjust or prepare for the reaming her backdoor was about to receive. Pasi wrapped her hands around the warchief's slender waist, digging her thumbs into the dimples in her back and went absolutely rabid, yanking Sylvanas' hips back in time with brutal slams of her hips.

"Nngh, fuck!" Sylvanas cried out as her asshole was viciously and unceremoniously violated. The Banshee Queen was discovering all sorts of new things about herself, such as the depravity to which she was willing to sink to keep her position secure, and the fact that a little bit of pain mixed with her pleasure lit her up in all the best ways.

It was getting harder and harder to keep her thoughts straight as waves of euphoria washed over her, radiating from her neglected cunt and pulsing through her abused asshole. She might have no longer had a heartbeat, but she could feel every throb of Pasi's cock in her bowels, resonating through her body in a perverse mockery of one.

"Now you're getting it," Pasi cheered. "This was always where you were meant to be! Throw that ass back, work it, banshee bitch, earn this dick!"

Demands that would have gotten Pasi killed a day ago instead made Sylvanas moan with shameful delight as she submitted to the overwhelming potency of the trade princess' futa prick. Muscles that she had developed hunting trolls, riding horses, and firing bows, were now being used to shove her ass back even harder into Pasi's lap, drawing the goblin's cock deep into her greedy asshole.

The chamber echoed loudly with the lewd PLAP PLAP PLAP of Sylvanas' fat ass clapping against Pasi's thighs, mirrored by the meaty sound of Pasi spanking those jiggling buttcheeks with all the force she could muster until the cacophony was drowning out the Dark Lady's squeals.

Every impact of Pasi's hips and hands sent ripples across the Banshee Queen's quivering backside as she molded Sylvanas into her personal fucktoy, reforming the warchief's mind- and bowels- around the shape of her cock. The pillow had long since fallen from Sylvanas' mouth, now it was getting soaked with spit as the fallen elf drooled in unbridled lust.

Sylvanas' first thunderous orgasm came as a surprise to the cockshocked Dark Lady, but for Pasi, it just confirmed what she already knew- Sylvanas should have been spreading her legs for her from the moment she walked in. Pasi knew it, Sylvanas was learning it, now it was time to hammer the point home- literally and metaphorically.

"Look at you, cumming like a whore," Pasi said, slowing down her thrusting to long, vicious single strokes that she used to punctuate each word. "I'm not even touching your cunt and you still climaxed before me. I told you you'd fall in love with my dick but you were too arrogant to see it."

Sylvanas babbled deliriously as Pasi's comments cut through her like a knife, but she couldn't bring herself to care. For years, she'd outright rejected any form of joy or pleasure, content to wallow in the misery of her undead state, but now the most unlikeliest of companions was both fucking some sense into her and fucking it out of her at the same time.

"You're going to want more of this dick tonight, tomorrow, and every day afterwards aren't you?" Pasi continued. "You're going to beg me for it. And if you do a good job convincing me, I might just give you what you want. Isn't that right my little banshee bimbo?"

"Yesshhh, pleashhhhhh, whatever you want," Sylvanas slurred. "Jusshhht keep fucking me, pleassssh." Her red eyes glazed over in lust, the Dark Lady barely understood what she was promising, all she knew was that she didn't want Pasi to stop. It was possible she'd wake up tomorrow, sore and full of regrets, intent on never falling prey to something like this ever again. But for the moment, her only intention was for Pasi to finish the hat trick, to claim her holes three for three and fill her bowels with their own helping of futa goblin cream.

Her dominance secured, the trade princess went right back to full throttle, raining an unending series of blows on Sylvanas' upturned ass until it was completely red with handprints. Every thrust went balls deep into the mewling Banshee Queen, spearing into Sylvanas' depths to the hilt and sending her churning balls bashing against the elf's swollen clit.

Sylvanas' pussy was in a constant state of orgasm, staining the bed below her with an unrelenting river of quim, every muscle in her body aching and twitching as she was pushed beyond her limits. There was only one way for this to end, and the Dark Lady knew just what she needed to do to achieve it.

"Please!" she wailed. "Fuck my ass! Pound my guts! Cum inside me! Please! PASIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" The goblin's name exploded from Sylvanas' mouth in a banshee scream, rattling the furniture and no doubt resonating throughout the rest of the goblin's mansion.

With her conquest of warchief complete, Pasi let loose her biggest load of the night, flooding Sylvanas' ass with a torrent of spunk so large it started swelling her stomach, to the point where the toned lines of the Dark Lady's feminine abs were lost under the bulging of her belly. Sylvanas collapsed face first into her discarded pillow, her body going limp, no longer able to support her weight as she blacked out in ecstasy.

For her part, Pasi was happy to continue hosing down the blissed-out banshee's bowels with a never-ending tide of baby batter. And when the flow of splooge did eventually subside, all Pasi did was flatten Sylvanas out on the bed, squishing her bloated tummy and pillowy tits out from underneath her, and continue proneboning her undead fucktoy.

When Sylvanas finally regained consciousness, it was to another chorus of grunts and spanks as the gobliness steadily brutalized her backside like it owed her money. The pair continued fucking all throughout the night and into the next morning, in every position imaginable and some that they invented on the spot.

On her knees, on her back, on her stomach, upside down, Sylvanas was unceasingly dicked down by the horny trade princess without mercy. Not that the Dark Lady minded at all, she happily held her ankles up by her ears so the diminutive goblin could mating press her, her hungry holes drank down every drop of cum Pasi fed her, and through it all she reaffirmed her newfound love for goblin cock.

Pasi used her camera at every available opportunity, this time with Sylvanas much more willing to humiliate herself for the photos. Every picture would go straight to her spank bank, from close up shots of the Dark Lady's creampied holes to Sylvanas flashing peace signs as Pasi rested her prick over her eyes.

But Pasi's favorite selfie had to be the one she took when the sun was just beginning to shine through her now-shattered windows. In it, Sylvanas was blissed out face-down ass-up on the bed, red eyes rolled back in her head and little pink tongue dangling uselessly from her mouth. Pasi was sitting on the small of the Dark Lady's back, her futa cock still hard and hotdogging Sylvanas' asscheeks from top to bottom. Written on one of the warchief's buttcheeks in marker were the words 'PROPERTY OF PASI', while the other read 'BANSHEE BUTTSLUT'.

Sylvanas' fuckholes had been gaped beyond recognition, and the only reason there wasn't a waterfall of spunk pouring from her ruined asshole was the silver buttplug keeping it all trapped inside. Pasi laughed. It'd make a nice surprise for Sylvanas to discover when she stumbled her way back to Orgrimmar.

The goblin momentarily lost herself a vision: Sylvanas back in her own quarters, hips jerking off her bed as she furiously masturbated to the memory of how Pasi had ruined her. She'd be scooping cum from her unplugged asshole and gulping it down like a treat she had saved for later. Then Pasi would walk in unchallenged, and Sylvanas would roll onto her knees like a bitch-in-heat, spread her ass wide, and beg the goblin to come and claim her again.