Alexstrasza and Ysera in trouble

"Walls of Darnassus welcome you, aspects. However unexpected your arrival is, it is not unwelcome by any means. All that has to be forgiven is the mild chaos, we're in middle of reassuring our standing within the Alliance, therefore having guests of political nature. " Elven voice nearly was lost beneath the stutter of heels as the elevated trio marched across corridors of the Moon Temple, shining, slippery tiles were no match to their long trained balance.

Polished to no end, the floor was doubtlessly just recently put in this state and with ease reflected the two bodies that followed shapely priestess. Like an emerald and a ruby, two gems of feminine beauty marched in silence, shaking the draconic hips, one much bigger than the other.

"Kal'dorei hospitality is to be appreciated, as always." Life-giver bent her lips into a pleasant smile, marching in the very middle of corridor and with the sheer size of her rear, she constantly kept the lesser, smaller dragon walking by the very wall if she wanted to avoid bumping into the plumpier companion.

"Nonetheless, we must not rest on pleasantries. There are important matters that we must discuss." Ysera tried to rail the conversation onto something meaningful as both High Priestess and the Dragonqueen had indulged into some sort of friendly chit chat since their arrival, absolutely ignoring the reasons for their presence.

Marching by the cold wall, she constantly had her hips rub against its surface, which didn't belong to the most pleasant feelings, especially as her flesh would sometimes softly struck due to adhesion and stretch a little. "The Dream is in disorder, harmony is thin. Nature will doubtlessly feel this change."

"Naturally, sister." Alexstrasza nodded with rather unconcerned expression on her face. "Even so, the travel was long and we both deserve rest. There is nothing we can do on the spot, therefore it will be wiser to talk once we all are of clear mind. Sleep, food and drink will likely suffice." Golden eyes fell onto the elf.

"Each of these has already been set to be prepared. You may rest in the chambers for now, which are by all means separate. Hour is late and as it doesn't concern us, I do believe you reserve the previously mentioned rest." Tyrande led them further, moving ahead of the two dragons and bending lips into a tiny smile as she heard Ysera's nod of agreement .

With her own size of backsides, nearly rivaling the one of the Dragonqueen, it was simply not possible at the moment for High Priestess to walk next to the Ruby Queen. The corridor, whilst perfectly sized for regular people, was rather tight for women of their sizes. Had they attempted to be even, one pair of buttcheeks would be constantly pushed into the second, one voluptuous flesh bending another.

Elven queen soon turned around as they reached a crossroads in the corridors, having two separate passages spread from the point, each in opposite direction, ended with a single door. "Roof of the Moon Temple is now yours, Aspects. All of its protection and hospitality is given to you." Tyrande bowed deeply before the chosen of the Titans, her monstrous bust hanging down. allowing the deep cleavage to shine in most of its glory.

"These chambers are our guest rooms for visiting envoys and ambassadors. Luckily enough, Lady Celestine of Stormwind was leaving just mere moments after your arrival. I assure you that they are in most splendid condition."

"No need for such formality, High Priestess." Alexstrasza looked to the left, then the right and eventually turned her gaze towards her sister. "I will be on my way then, Ysera. Tomorrow we'll discuss the future of the Dream." She gave the Dreamer an assuring nod and then moved towards doors to her own chambers.

"So be it. Till tomorrow, my child." Ysera nodded and then marched her own way, soon leaving the elven queen alone in the corridors. Tyrande exhaled deeply and raised up from the heavy bow. Colossus-class front jumped up and down as she made her way back to the upper levels.

Unexpected arrival of the dragons complicated a few things, yet at the same presented numerous possibilities. Possibilities which, by all means, will need to be explored if she wanted to keep her position in the newly established hierarchy of elven society.

Truesilver stilettos made their way all the way back to main hall of the Temple of the Moon, still inhabited with adept priestesses of the moon who kept up the royal appearance of the site, one of the very necessary things as envoys and representatives from other capitals of the world still traversed these walls.

Blessed rear soon scaled the stairs, rising up and up, catching more and more of the delicate robe between queen sized ass-pounds. High Priestess nodded silently to the sentinel guards she passed, allowing them to return to their true duties and no longer keep the charade of keeping watch over the area.

Passing the blissful corridors of upper temple, she did not bother with the noises and groans of her former subjects, marching in fast, unwavering manner, having the heavy front jump up and down with every step. Approaching her personal wing of the upper floor.

Slobbering sounds filled chambers of the High Priestess, accompanying the puffy, elven lips as they wrapped around hot, throbbing meat. Feeding on the hot, fleshy sensation, their owner kneeled before her Lord, hands supported on his muscled thighs as her tongue softly played with the scarlet tip.

Deeply blue kisser ran down the veiny rod as doors to the room spread, allowing former lady of the chamber to march inside. Tyrande stepped in and sweeped the place with her eyes, noticing that nothing has changed.

Shandris slobbered down wolven cock with passion as her naked rear warmed the floor, leaking love juices and pillowing ancient tiles with pounds of elven ass-meat. Commander of the sentinel army rose a little from the ground, pushing the molten-hot meat down her throat and having the wondrous, salty precum be released straight into her used throat.

"How are our dragons?" Idriana asked, sipping the oozing nectar from her wine glass and sitting on the cracked, stained bed. Elven buttcheeks spilled over the starwood half as their owner watched Lady Feathermoon go down to the very knot and slowly emerge upwards, unveiling the slippery, veiny dick to the world once more, bit by bit till she ended on the tip, taking all of the juices with her.

"In their chambers. Cleaned up chambers to be precise." Tyrande closed the door and bowed softly to her master, eyeing the fat, worgen cock before her closest friend's face. "Dragons shall rest for now but tomorrow they will wish to talk. I don't believe they will want to stay for long, it does not happen often for both the Dragonqueen and the Dreamer to arrive. Something is urgent."

"Then this is an opportunity we must use." Greymane nodded as his hand fell on Shandris' head, patting her softly whilst she worked over his meat, sucking on the tip. "To have aspects in our ranks is something we can not afford to lose. I want to take action this very morning." Wolven lord showed off the sharp teeth softly as he glared at the elven high-whore.

"Are you certain that the nectar wil work on even aspects, my Master?" Tyrande spoke and moved a little closer, positioning herself just next to the hard working sentinel, likely obstructing entire for Idriana, all that with the sheer size of queenly bottom.

"Women are women, Tyrande. Aspects are nothing more but long unused bodies who forgot their purpose." Heralding growl filled the room as wolven claw grasped the purple, moon blessed asscheek of elven queen, squeezing it with force, ripping the thin robes at the same time. "Just like you."

Kaldorei clenched her teeth, feeling as her plump, well-used flesh was crushed mercilessly, giving her the pain infused pleasure she was addicted to for so long. Coming under the touch of the beast, she felt her mind slowly diluted into pleasure-starved goop. Her owner was doubtlessly right as always and there was nothing to worry about.

Greymane pulled her flesh to the side, causing her muscles to tense as feeling of agonizing bliss ran across her body. "Y-Yes master…" She inhaled deeply in most ravenous manner. "Nothing but bodies with a single purpose." Former queen agreed mindlessly, swallowing the richly pouring in saliva.

"Now get to work cum-guzzlers. I must decide which of our lowly dragons I prefer first." Worgen king supported his jaw with open palm, staring down at the gathering elven toys. As three pairs of oversized, long-used kaldorei asses began to fight for space around his cock, he wondered whether the delicate, sophisticated Dreamer would soon choke on his meat or will it be the shapely, charismatic Dragonqueen whose buttcheeks would soon pillow his rod.

Observing as three different pairs of lips began to engulf his meat, with the very elven queen pushing her former subjects aside and taking care of his cock's tip, he came to a decision that he wouldn't need to choose at all. Kings such as him didn't need to make choices in such matters.

***

Slick tongue cleaned the very last remnant of a morning meal, leaving the purple wrist stainless, yet wet with saliva. As she marched under the carved arch of Cenarion Enclave, her skin reflected morning light in a subtle manner, sofer no less than the fur of Val'Alanar's children napping by the tiled path.

Shaking the jeweled head, she unleashed a few leaves from the rich stands, waving the lengthy hair, allowing the soft mass to fall down her back. Illuminated by the early sun, it was alike an aquamarine flurry flowing down her skin, albeit glued in few spots.

"High Priestess." As the elven impersonation of beauty and indecent nature marched towards heart of the capital, hooved sister emerged from nearby altana, accompanied by a soft growl emerging from behind her.

"It would appear someone is not content with you leaving." Tyrande stared at her own wrist, as if looking for any spot she might have missed throughout her cleaning.

"I barely feel my backsides, to not speak about the tail. I do believe I am allowed some rest." Illiyana joined her queen on the way, sounding rather unfazed despite the truth of her words. "Besides, needy pups can not always be satisfied. I wouldn't like them to take me for granted."

"Doubtlessly." High Priestess smiled softly and looked at the dryad, whose front was hanging down in all of its wild beauty. Treading in a graceful manner, forest daughter had her qualities remain rather motionless, much different than when she leaped across the wilds, protecting the forests.

"It has been said we have guests." Calm voice reached the tall, pierced ears of a priestess. "No small ones to that."

"One bigger than the other." Tyrande answered with content voice, enjoying the dual truth of her words. "But yes, we do have guests. I've had them rest for the night, as deep into the temple as possible. By Elune's will we have managed to keep up with the act"

"Expected as much. You wouldn't be there if you didn't."

"Therefore I am glad things are as they are." Slick fingers fell onto the brown back of the dryad, enjoying the soft fur as it ran under elven skin. "I wish the time wasn't so short. I would rather have another night with the protector of Ashenvale" Last words were purred, ensuring of their honesty.

Not that there was a need to prove anything to anyone, High Priestess and Illiyana heard and felt enough last night to be certain about another's feelings.

"Priestess--" Lips of the hooved guardian were shut, put to another use as kaldorei queen pressed herself against the fawn spirit, squeezing one colossal bust against a smaller but still much respectable one.

Plump, salacious flesh bent another, elephantine pounds of indecent meat squeezed each other, spreading and pillowing vast nipples, hiding them from the world. Fawny tail raised up in a pleased manner, all as elven hands fell on dryad's shoulders.

For a shorter while, tongues danced and enjoyed each other, tasting the same, nectarous flavour. Both of them would rather have it last for another day, yet Tyrande eventually backed off, looking at the forest daughter with motherly eyes.

"I would rather be by your side but duty calls, I must keep some pups happy. But once I am done…" Elven hand laid softly on the dryad's cheek, granting it a much desired touch. "... you can expect me back in no time."

"Yes, High Priestess." Illiyana answered with firm voice, seconds before Tyrande wordlessly turned around and marched towards the temple.

Marching across the marble bridge, she put the tall, truesilver stilettos to use. Sounds of her steps reached far and wide and despite answering to those who greeted her on the way, she had only one thing in her mind.

Shandris was her friend, a close one, trusted and dependable. Whether it was granting swift death or pleasure unspoken, sentinel was more than sufficient, proving herself over and over. Yet she doubtlessly found everything but a duty and was filled with nothing but sense of service to her nation.

Idriana stood as a wild card, finding herself on an elevated position only due to Greymane's fondness to her oversized body qualities, sheer willingness to sell herself for not much more than a golden coin and most of all, whorish manners. Even so, the former banker certainly played only for herself.

Illiyana on the other hand.

Illiyana was a kindred soul, born to protect the wilds and no less wild herself, whatever circumstances. Tyrande bit her lip softly as the memory of slick, graceful hooves slipped into her thoughts. Tawny fur and the long, vine intertwined hair.

She had a weakness to those bloody fawns.

Exhaling deeply, she tried to remove the fiery emotions from her own chest, closing eyes for a short moment. She would have that deer ass later, now it was the time to please the wolves. Regardless of her good will, the very image of tiny, fawn tail wouldn't separate itself from her thoughts.

Her unlikely saviour would appear out of nowhere, tapping her on the back and giving a softly mocking smile. "Here I thought I will be the only one who's late." Idriana moved her eyes off the priestess after those very words and moved towards the temple. "Don't sleep, my Queen."

"Merely a temporary rest." Elven leader followed, soon even with the Coin Maiden. "I assume the aspects haven't caused any trouble during my absence?" Her loving arousal was gone. Undone by the very presence of the woman who sold their race willingly, even before nectar was put to work.

Back in time it would make her blood boil but now, under Greymane's orders that feeling was much deafened. Elves were but dolls in worgen hands, she was no different and if she was commanded to eat out the traitor for hours, she would do so without a single question. Fortunately, she wasn't told to love the banker, merely to get along with her.

"Ruby tits wanted to leave but our guardians explained to her that she must remain in the room at night. In all honesty, we wouldn't be able to stop her at all but interestingly enough, she simply went on with it and returned to her room." Idriana scoffed, adjusting her hair as they traversed the bridge between the gardens and the temple itself. "Like a good bitch."

"Interesting indeed." Tyrande muttered as they passed a duo of dryads leaving the temple, what made her shake her head in order to keep clean mind. She didn't need Idriana thinking more of her relationship with Illiyana than was needed. "In this case, we advance as planned. If luck is on our side, we'll have the dragons on our side very soon."

"Considering the very situation, I think luck is shining out of Greymane's ass." Idriana's lips bent into a small, mocking smile. "And it is blinding."

High Priestess rolled her eyes and continued deeper into the main halls, locking her gaze at the tall, carved statues of first priestess of Elune, for a moment silently staring at the enchanted water pouring down from the bowl she held. "I hope you'll be more considerate at the dinner, at least when it comes to words."

"Do not worry priestess, you won't see me during your little feast." Coin Maiden smooched with her lips. as if sending a kiss to other night elf. "I'll be helping in the kitchen to ensure we're not short on any…" Visible amusement rose in her as she uttered the last word. "...supplies."

"Off with you then." Tyrande separated her path from Idriana, taking left to reach Greymane's chambers. The traitor, however ridiculous it would appear, was still useful and the priestess planned on having use of her, yet it didn't mean she exactly enjoyed her company for longer than necessary.

To achieve control over not one but two aspects, it would be a gain beyond measurement, nothing could be said for their resistance to wolven nectar, therefore no one could be sure if the dragons will become dominated like her race. There were two ways out of it if Alexstrasza proved too resilient: either their suspicions would become too great and the duo would investigate the situation or they would all be taken for a bunch of orgy-loving degenerates.

It was not the renown she looked for between the draconic watchers but it was better than having the eternal watchers interfere into their business. Regardless of the outcome, it wasn't up to her in the end, she was just another doll in wolven hands,

Even a toy had a duty to fulfil.

Royal stilettos took her to one of the vast banquet halls, one the aspects would enter soon enough. Her hand softly ran across the back of one of the sentinels, caressing the naked skin as amethyst haired huntress lovingly ran her tongue across seed stained floor, keeping it clean as ordered. Kaldorei slave-meat shuddered softly, trained to enter euphory at the slightest touch.

High Priestess navigated between her naked sisters, pleasantly noting that most of the hall was already cleaned up, save for the lengthy, marble table still filled with violated bodies of elven rangers. She passed a couple of druids, fervorously playing with each other's tongues and exchanging oozing meal whilst Greymane's guards made thorough use of their holes.

"My lord." Elven queen asked, bowing before the resting wolf, enjoying one of the vast, formerly her own seats, all as former priestesses of Elune, A'moora and Aquinne carefully took care of their owner. Full, pink lips of A'moora pressed against worgen jaws, connecting in a feral, animalistic kiss whilst her initiate tried to cover the fat, scarlet dick with her breasts. Lacking the shapes of a true woman, she could barely do it halfway through, leaving much of the dark, net-like veins uncovered.

"The elven queen returns." King of Gilneas announced quietly and then grasped the head of Aquinne's, pulling her away from his tool. "Watch your priestess, wench. Learn from her how it should look like." Pushing the lesser sister to the side, he made place for the most respectable bust in the hall, which obediently sat down in an instant.

Colossal buttcheeks slammed against the ground, already warmed to some degree by the previous cock-sucker, who now only watched, kneeling on the cold, licked clean tiles next to them. As the elven rear-meat spilled across tiles, Tyrande pulled out the queenly bust, quickly following to drown canine rod in it, to hide the scarlet wonder from sunlight.

Puffy pounds of purple flesh pillowed wolven cock, engulfing it and leaving only the bestial, hot tip outside, extending slick tongue and sucking on it to gulp down the thick precum, all whilst keeping eye contact with her owner. Moonlit eyes squinted softly as sharp claws fell on her hair, patting her like a good bitch she was.

"Truly the peak of your race, Tyrande."

Pushing the collective abilities of her lowly race even higher, she began to rhythmically raise and lower the elephantine mass of her breasts, granting the wolf the fullest titjob of his life as her front was just but an endless ocean of heated, indecent flesh, born only to stimulate the animalistic cock in front of her.

Beastly precum flowed through her mouth, filling it with the salty, mind numbing smell as she guzzled it down, straight from the source. Worgen hand ruffled her hair mockingly as she gave a long, collecting lick across his tip. "As ordered my lord…" Puffy lips kissed the veiny meat, relishing in it's fleshy aroma. "... the feast should be ready in less than an hour. The hall clean in half of that."

As her own throat filled with the juices of her owner, her own personal guard crawled on the ground like sows, feeding on whatever they found on the ground, leaving the marble tiles spotless. One of the wolven guards stroke his tool, eventually releasing around the middle of the hall and amusingly stomping head one of the slaves as they neared to clean up the fresh, salty mess they were addicted to.

Taunts followed, reaching the long, pierced ears of kaldorei slut-sentinels, yet the broken down dolls only rose their heads in excitement, thinking they may be called to serve the beasts again.

"Expected no less from you, my dear queen." Greymane's voice carried itself in content manner, all as he stared down at the former chosen of Elune, now devotedly moving the pumpkin-sized udders around his tools, jailing his cock in prison of softness and warmth. "How are our proud dragons? Did they enjoy the night?"

"They…" Elven queen made a short halt in her words, taking a moment to slurp the canine precum from her owner's dick. "... wished to leave at night. The Dragonqueen exactly. Yet we managed to keep her in her room till time of the feast…" Kaldorei addict exhaled deeply, bathing the wolven meat in her hot breath. "... they weren't fed anything either."

"Good. I do like my dragons…" Sounds of swallowing priestess reached his ears. "... craving."

***

Alexstrasza played with a wine of glass, empty and stainless, it was one of many that rested a moment ago on the darkwood credenza. Golden eyes curiously ran across the floral pattern, masterfully weaved into the creation at the very moment of its birth.

Draconic hips filled the silken sofa as she lied on her side, supporting head with open palm. Extending her hand forward, she eventually stretched with quiet groan and put her glassy toy on a countertop of the table before her.

Mildly bored gaze turned towards the motionless figure of a slim, petite in comparison dragoness, smiling softly as the long, seemingly elven eyebrows shuddered softly. One who did not know the Dreamer would assume she is either sleeping or simply waiting in unfazed manner.

Ruby Queen, however, knew all too well and it was clear to her that her sister was far from calm. The uneasy, greatly stripped of patience attitude of Ysera was showing in the soft changes of expression, deepening with every passing minute.

"We will discuss soon enough, Sister. Your worried impatience is not necessary…" Alexstrasza raised on the pillowed sofa, stretching in a feline manner, pushing out the steel coated bust, contained only by the massive breastplate, likely the only thing that could hold them. "... they had brought us together, their only purpose is to call us soon."

Emerald aspect exhaled deeply, growing a little smaller in her front. Facial markings glimmered softly as she opened her eyes, unveiling the glowing gaze to her older sister. "I don't understand. Tyrande knows best how dire it must be for us to come and aim to warn her. Yet she insists on prolonging our wait."

"It has been a night and most of the morning."

"Politics, politics…" Dragonqueen repeated with amused voice, not sharing the worry of her sister. "That is why it is us who protects this world, mortals are far too busy taking care of their own matters. Yesterday's conflict bears far more importance to them than fate of the world."

"Not even Tyrande can escape it. She must ensure lack of any internal quarrels, otherwise there will be no one to call upon to defend the balance of Azeroth." Red dragoness stood up from the sofa, no longer crushing the soft pillows beneath. "Ten or twenty hours mean nothing for an eternity."

"There will be no eternity if-"

Dreamer's sentence got cut in half as they heard the heavy, echoing sound of steps which carried itself across the corridor. Alexstrasza's smile simply grew larger as she turned towards the doors. "Here comes your eternity."

Adorned doors creaked as Tyrande stepped in, as always standing as the monument of elven beauty and grace. Moonlit eyes fell onto the dragons. "Aspects. Matters at hand took a stretch but the situation is contained now. The wolves of Gilneas howl starved for blood and death."

"Greymane without a shadow of doubt grows impatient as of late." Alexstrasza approached elven queen, bearing a tiny smile on her face. "Rumor says that he had arrived here, right after his defeat at the hands of Banshee Queen?"

"Genn seeked my aid in carrying out his revenge." High Priestess's voice carried itself strongly, even as they stepped into the corridors, any other could have been lost beneath the heavy stutter of heels, be it her own or Dragonqueen's.

"The wolf must not be sated. I fear his anger does not simply seek Banshee Queen on her own, lest he becomes what he hates the most." Ysera's calm voice broke through the noise of their march. "The Banshee does not sleep but it is no secret she's necessary to keep the stability in the north. At least for now."

"Rule of Sylvanas will stand only for as long as Horde finds her necessary. After the Wrathgate fiasco, Thrall remains the only thing that keeps rest of his people from tearing her apart. Forsaken do not have the trust of our enemies and are kept only from necessity…" Tyrande nodded silently to two night elf huntresses as they marched through passages of the temple. "... and she shall be removed as soon as things calm down. Putress or not, she's held responsible in the end."

"And if she's removed at the right time, the balance will be preserved." Dreamer stared at the back of her elven child, watching the naked, shining skin as royal dress was bestowed with a long, wide cut reaching from the very neck to end just before queenly rear.

"Longing for balance is what brings us together." Alexstrasza stepped into the conversation, bending lips into a faint smile. "Let us not forget why are we here. There are dire matters to discuss, turning our focus onto anything of lesser importance will lead us to nothing."

Golden eyes turned towards the twin entrance, briefly examining the moon-bound patterns of vine and thorn, each embracing the crescent work of art in somewhat chaotic union. With her words returning both ladies to fitting peace, or at least securing silence, Dragonqueen watched as the floral arrangement disappeared beneath hands of kaldorei servants, who soon spread the artful doors.

"Traditions have to be upheld. Once the meal is over, we shall discuss whatever the situation is." Elven Queen spoke with decisive voice as they marched into the dinning chambers. Bestowed with an arched ceiling, the hall hosted a seeming illusion of a midnight sky which wrapped itself beneath top of the room, allowing the gathered to feast beneath a nightly sky.

Devoid of torches or enchanted crystals, it would remain in unwelcoming darkness, had it been not for the elven mages who rose gloved fingers into the air, whispering the words of old and shifting their arcane conjuration, brightening the artificial stars and bathing the room in bright starlight.

Ruby Queen laid her hand on the tall support of wooden seat, rising her gaze onto the illusion above. "This is quite…" Speaking, she could not remove the smile from her face. "... atmospheric."

"Shen'dralar have remained in exile for far too long. We welcomed them back and with their presence, their skills." Kaldorei Queen waved her hand to the tall sorceresses, who in return left wordlessly. Alexstrasza's eyes followed the deep cleavages and creamy loincloths, returning to the High Priestess.

"It would seem that Eldre'Thalas was not a fitting residence. If you may call it one." Red Aspect scoffed softly as the doors behind her closed with a quiet thud and then made her way onto the cushion seat, resting her draconic bottom across the chair. Without waiting, she raised one of prepared forks and played with it as her sister fell onto the seat next to her. "Forgotten by the world and narrow-minded for so many years, I didn't expect them to now serve you."

On the opposite side of the starwood table, Tyrande squinted her eyes. "Azeroth for what we know is not destined to remain in peace for years coming, the endless struggle between mortal races and everlastingly emerging threats to its stability are the finest proof. Tortheldrin was a fool who betrayed his kin for power, yet still remained as leader to the Shen'dralar. Now with him dead, the Highborne were not only forgotten by their former queen but also leaderless. Desperation leads to all sorts of deals."

"Without a doubt." Dragonqueen agreed quietly, rising her eyebrows in a softly playful manner as her gaze fell onto the empty seat next to the elf. "There is just three of us, Child of Elune, yet it would appear that four seats are prepared." Shine of golden eyes became brighter for a short while. "Should we expect a visitor or another companion during our little feast?"

Ysera frowned softly, not willing to play around the obvious. "Have you invited the Wolf? I do not see the necessity of his presence during this talk, not to speak these matters are for your ears alone as of now, my child."

"Greymane is on the edge as of now, Dreamer. I believe that a meeting with both aspects will soften his thirst for blood and longing of vengeance. You alone have stated that he may seek more than just the Banshee…" Elven fingers ran across the edge of nearby chalice, all as two pairs of moonlit eyes remained in contact. "... should he become a threat to the balance, you shall know it first hand. Is it not fitting?" The elf canted jeweled head.

"The very doubt whether the wolf is stable enough to understand he should not hear what is said." Emerald Queen remained unfazed as she crossed her hands on the table, softly pushing the alabaster plate alone.

"Let us not make a fuss. Once the meal is over, Greymane will simply leave as it will be a talk between the aspects and High Priestess alone. King of Gilneas or not, he will not defy the will of the aspects." Alexstrasza stepped into the conversation again before it turned into anything more than just opposing notions. "Speaking of the wolf…" The Red connected hands beneath her chin, supporting it. "... where is he? I do not believe your traditions include being late?"

"It's just a mantle of a leader to be preoccupied with important matters at all times. He should arrive shortly." Elven voice remained calm, composed and fully confident. "You do not need to worry yourself about such matters. Besides, the feast begins when first meal is served."

"Naturally, even so-" Words of the Dragonqueen would not continue as the doors behind her spread with force, allowing the massive worgen to march into the halls and swiftly take his place by Tyrande's side, all whilst bearing a content expression on his face. "Forgive the delay, important matters presented themselves." A pleased, throat voice reached dragon ears.

"I greet you, King of Gilneas." Alexstrasza nodded silently in form of a greeting, moving her eyes onto her sister and bending lips into a most satisfied smile. "Do not sit silent, my sister." Ysera glared onto her sibling, who in turn became only more amused. "It stands as a tradition to greet other participants of the feast, respect it."

"I do not need-" A rather graceless stomach growl filled the room, originating from the Emerald Queen as her body demanded food. With her sentence cut in half by a sound that couldn't be unheard, Ysera only downturned her gaze, scowling at the floor with eyes that could burn out holes in bone.

"I believe we will need to skip straight to the meal. I do look forward to elven cuisine, it can be quite…" Wolven hand fell onto kaldorei thigh, digging into the plump flesh of elven beauty. Pleasantly filled with fitting layer of fat, beastly grasp used more of its strength, reaching the inner, decently muscled part of queenly legs, causing Tyrande to twitch softly on her chair. "... addicting."

"Is it, Lord Greymane?" Red dragoness asked with a curious voice, unaware of the sharp claws that squeezed purple flesh. Golden eyes remained fixed on the wolf whilst Tyrande bent lips into uneasy smile, squeezing the royal thighs and pillowing gilnean paw in the valley of kaldorei meat.

"I have no doubts you will find out for yourself." Wolven lord's voice carried itself as a calm, confident one.

Tyrande let out a shaking, sharp breath as elven servants marched in and soon carpeted the table with meals that would go unforgotten for a great time. Wide, ashen plates made it across the counter, each bestudded with a layer of spices and herbs across is entire surface, barely but gracefully covering the entire bottom with seasoning that would yet be of use. Well trained elves moved in unison, with each move of the respectable busts, new succulent enhancements made it onto the table.

As mere seconds passed, three bottles of darkened glass made it before each of the guests and the host, seemingly wine, they were spared only from the worgen lord, who seemed to be the only one enjoying the deep cleavage hanging before his face. As sight of each of the gathered was yet obstructed with hanging flesh, fifth kaldorei maiden marched into the hall and bestowed the board with a massive, steamy rib of beef.

Ysera's gaze fell onto the massive, kodo-worthy meal that easily occupied most of the counter, leaving little to no space on it afterwards. Dreamer swallowed the flowing saliva, watching the meaty thing of beauty, the crust of impossibly dark bark, the vividly scarlet and smoked ring. Fat and flesh, seasoned with black pepper and deeprock salt shined before her eyes, everything yet perfected by the strands of tender meat with garlic powder.

"I had no knowledge that elven cuisine can be so…" Dragonqueen started with unsure voice, staring at the softly fried bread and cut potatoes that formed the base of the massive rib plate. "... meaty."

"There is much meat to be tasted within Darnassus, Aspect." Tyrande spoke with craving voice as dragons weren't the only ones to march unfed over past time. Swallowing deeply, she added with a promising voice. "Yet our meal does not end on it alone. The Cook-Maidens of Darnassus have worked hard past day to bring you the pinnacle of this dish."

Two truesilver saucepans soon hanged above the beef rib, just to cant softly and advance in opposite directions, spreading from the very center of the dish and bathing it in the ever flowing, white thickness. Coat of bubbly, stagnant sauce slowly descended down the body of dimmed meat. Elven queen quelched the soft whimper and bit her lip, carefully following the sluggish flow of oozing dressing.

Alexstrasza rose her head a little and swallowed overflowing saliva, seeing as pale nectar engulfed the entirety of provided dish was now hidden under a layer of thick liquid, turning the beef rib into a massive white shell. Tyrande's fingers clenched around edge of the table, turning white from the sheer force she used to avert her attention from the wonder before her eyes.

Nearly perfect silence befell the dining hall, disturbed only by the swift, practiced movement of kaldorei servants. Razor sharp knives of obsidian were put into motion and allowed the gathered to watch as tender flesh was gracefully sliced between the ribs and soon from the bone itself. Ruining the perfect image, chunks of meat were removed from main body and delicately passed onto ashen plates.

As the first pieces were removed, Ysera could see as whiteness began to lazily flow into empty spaces. Even so, her attention soon turned towards the plate before her, seeing the juicy chunk being laid onto bed of spices and herbs. Dragon nostrils moved as the fleshy, sensuous aroma reached them, causing her heartbeat to hasten. She exhaled deeply and then looked onto her sister's plate, where similar scene took place.

Elven servant of Darnassus soon bestowed each of the plates with a beautiful array of four portions, one softly resting on another's end, bottoms of the beef pieces were covered in a rich coat of spices, all whilst white ooze dripped softly from the higher parts. Alexstrasza let out a shuddering breath while Tyrande nearly bit her puffy lip to the very blood. At the very last, silver cutlery was presented before the gathered, followed by short and swift departure of the kaldorei maidens.

The doors closed. The feast has begun.

Three matrons eyed the meat wordlessly, one barely keeping herself from devouring what lied before her, whilst two others filled their lungs with the thick, heavy scent of their meal, one after another loudly swallowing the saliva that poured endlessly into their mouths.

"That's…" Alexstrasza reached for the fork with a deeply uneasy voice and rose it without much certainty to it. "... a lot." Greymare stared her down as she slowly pushed the silverware into bathed beef. Without breaking bubbly layer, fork gradually dug into tender meat, just to rise it before the deeply scarlet, full lips of a Dragonqueen.

"I assure you, Aspect. Once you dig in, you'll seek more than is provided." Pleased voice of the wolven lord carried itself across the star-bathed hall. Canine glared stared at the Life-Binder, whilst Ysera could only turn her gaze onto Tyrande in futile attempt to seek any sort of encouragement. Unsurprisingly enough, elven queen eyed her meal with dumb smile on her face and with hands pressing against her own lap. As if kept by something, she didn't touch anything, merely sat with hungering light inside her eyes.

"Naturally…" Queen of Life took a few seconds more, inhaling mindlessly the scent of carnal sauce and eventually nearing dripping beef to her lips, spreading them widely, showing off the perfectly white teeth and elongated, sharp canines, which soon dug into the white layer and ripped off a piece of prepared, dark meat. As dragon began to chew on her meal, the salty, clogging flavour spread across her slick tongue. Overwhelmed with the insanely strong, mind-numbing taste, her expression broke softly, whilst movement became erratic.

As Dragonqueen mindlessly chewed on the given piece, Tyrande watched her with heavy breaths, softly bobbing her head back and forth, while her hands dug deep between clenched thighs, squeezed between wet from juices legs. Greymane relished in the sight of unintelligently gnawing aspect, just to turn to the Emerald Queen. "Is something wrong, Dreamer? I assure you're not trying to insult anyone by refusing to eat?"

Ysera inhaled deeply and quickly downturned her gaze onto the thick meal in front of her. "No… Naturally not, I would not." Shaking fingers grasped silver fork in a manner far too rushed to be considered calm or composed. With mind softly dimmed from the heavy aroma of her meal, she impaled the beef in unrefined manner and then, using another hand, crudely cut out a piece for herself.

When another dragoness slowly put a piece of nectarous meat between her own lips, wolven lord nodded contently."I expected no less from an aspect."

Silver knife loudly fell onto the table and then bounced down to the floor as Ysera instantly pressed a hand against her own lips, squinting moonlit eyes in a helpless manner and feeling as wildly salty flavour spread across her mouth, killing any other taste instantly and conquering her tongue in a split of a second.

With one dragon idiotically chewing on a single piece of seed-bathed meat and the other having her senses overwhelmed by a single bite, Greymane stood up and moved around the table, closely watched by the panting, cum-starved queen of elvenkind who wiggled helplessly on her chair with love juices pouring down her legs. Tyrande drooled with open mouth and extended tongue when her owner stood between two dragons and then moving his hands onto the heads of the guests.

"Swallow."

Both draconic ladies instantly pushed the spunk-engulfed beef down their throats and then mindlessly grasped for air, breathing with spread lips and spent expressions while their hair was ruffled by the beast. "Don't tell me you're done. The feast has barely begun."

"Keep going. I want those plates so spotless that the kitchen staff won't even need to clean them." Aspects looked back at their meals, Ysera swallowing richly pouring in saliva and stared at the stagnant sauce covering her meal. It was choking and salty beyond comprehension.

"Manners dictate to keep going, Aspect." Greymane pushed Dreamer's head down, halting it right before the oozing meal, nearly dipping her face into it. Her expression broke as the aroma barraged her face from point-blank range, forcing her to breathe solely with the fleshy scent.

"Take good example from your sister." Moonlit eyes moved instantly to the left, staring as the Dragonqueen's face was deeply pressed into the ashen plate, hurriedly bathing itself in the contents of the platter and ripping off juicy chunks of salty meat.

Sharp teeth of the wolven lord showed off contently as beastly spunk began to drip down from draconic chin, falling onto the colossal cleavage and staining immaculate flesh with thick nectar. "Take good example indeed." He repeated himself, watching the dragon devour the succulent dish.

Ysera breathed heavily and looked back at her own plate, staring at the bubbles right before her eyes and feeling as cock-scented aroma invaded her further, slowly melting her resolve. It was filthy, gooey and nearly made her eyes teary. But she wanted bloody more of it.

"Good girl." Greymane praised the smaller dragon as her teeth similarly dug into the beef. With expression breaking further and further with every second of the nectarous sensation, Emerald Queen began to chew, just like her sister.

High Priestess' thighs rubbed against each other as she soon watched the both dragons press their faces against ashen plates, devoid of cutlery, they feasted on the jizz-bathed meat with nearly mindless fervor. Elven Queen panted with open mouth as her own meal remained untouched, flawlessly still.

"Tyrande. Pour for our guests, I know from experience they tend to become…" The wolf lowered his voice as Ysera starvingly grasped for air, just to continue devouring against her own common sense. "... thirsty."

Elven Queen raised the colossal buttcheeks from the seat, no longer filling the seat and grasped one of the darkened bottles that rested on the table. Opening it with ease, she approached the Dreamer who, in the breaks between pushing cum-soaked chunks down her throat, could see as the bottle was canted above her chalice.

Gloppy, oozing nectar poured down into the container, flowing right before the moonlit eyes. Height of the thick liquid slowly rose till the very edge, allowing some of the bubbles to stick even above the level of chalice walls. With the very last bits of freshly harvested spunk being out, Tyrande put the bottle away and grasped another one, moving to the Dragonqueen.

Ysera fed on the meat and wolven cum till there was nothing more, following into the steps of her older sister whose tongue soon ran across the edges of her plate, leaving nothing and collecting every tiniest bit of her meal off.

"Enough you cum guzzlers. " Greymane pulled up the aspects' hair, forcing the messed up faces to rise and shine in all of their cum-bathed glory. Both dragons exhaled in sharp, shallow demeanor and continued to breathe in a starved manner as during their feast only minimal, necessary amount of air was allowed to reach their lungs in order to eat as much as possible.

Nearly indistinguishable beneath the layers of thick white, ancient sisters seemed to not be there anymore, their chests rising up and down in quick rhythm, all as jizz sluggishly flowed down their faces, some dripping off the stained chins directly, some flowing further down their necks, slowly approaching the draconic busts.

Elven Queen shuddered as she put another bottle away, her nipples breaking through the thin fabric, all to the sight of two ancient beings, once regarded as defenders of the world, now looking as a cum-drunk mess. It wasn't her turn yet and she could only watch.

"No meal can be regarded as good unless the drink accompanying it is equally as good. Drink your wine, you scaled sows."

Alexstrasza looked with foggy eyes at her chalice and extended the slick hand, eventually wrapping her fingers around its neck, allowing the ruby painted nail to shine in conjured light. Grasping it with the fitting grace of a cum-filled breeder, she spilled some of it instantly and then pulled the edge of it to her lips.

Buried under a heavy layer of jizz, her kisser soon spread, just to meet with another portion of oozing nectar. White avalanche poured down her throat as she slowly began to rise the chalice, loudly and unceremoniously gobbling down the entirety of her wine .

Beastly claws softly ruffled the hair of the Dragonqueen as she pleasantly clogged her own throat with gallons of wolven cum; whenever the thickness of her drink caused a blockade inside the draconic neck, she mindlessly pushed down more of the alabaster nectar to brute-force through it.

Tyrande at the same time stared lovingly at her friend, holding a finger in her mouth and watching as the being she once considered a mother-figure was now dumbly filling herself with seed that her sentinels milked out of Greymane's wolves mere moments before the feast. Wondering whether it was still hot, she nearly bit her own finger

The chalices hit against the table, empty, save for few bits there and there that still sticked to the golden surfaces. Aspects melted on their seats, grasping air with mouths wide open, showing off spunk that still remained in their cavities, the strings of stretching cum that connected their inner walls and the tongues.

Wolven claws dug into Dragonqueen's cleavage, causing her to let out a short, cut in half moan of pure helplessness. She looked down with a squinted eyes, watching as Greymane grasped frontal connection of her breastplate, eventually putting more and more strength into it, till ageless metal groaned loudly.

She clenched her teeth as the steel eventually cried out and broke, falling onto the ground and letting her ancient bust spill freely. Monstrous like no other, outmatching even the Eleven Queen, heavy udders fell down with force, showing off the pounds of plump, creamy skin and large, pinkish areolas, fit for no one other but the Life-Binder herself.

"Fat and udderish." Greymane's hands grasped the colossal front of the dragon, squeezing it with brutal force and causing Alexstrasza to whine hopelessly as her flesh spilled from between his claws, far too large to be contained in a single pair of hands. "It would seem you forgot your tongue, Dragonqueen." The wolf whispered, before grabbing the draconic nipples and pulling them with all of his strength.

As a sound of pure, mind-breaking pleasure echoed inside the hall, Ysera suddenly found her head pillowed from both sides, tucked between two massive mounds of tit-meat. Nearly buried beneath hot flesh, Dreamer looked upwards, just to see a smiling priestess. "It would seem you aren't given much attention. Naturally we can't blame anyone…"

Fingers of the elf undone the chains of her ancient friend's breastplate and soon Tyrande bent forward, trapping the green dragon's head between her pumpkin-sized udders, engulfing her in hot, dark prison of amethyst flesh."... it pains me to say so but you don't have anything to offer. By Elune." She exhaled deeply, long soaked and restless.

Ysera twitched as she felt her own breastplate removed, much smaller and modest, it couldn't stand close to what her older sister possessed. Muffled sound of steel hitting marble tiles reached her through the sack-sized bust of High Priestess.

Not exactly flat but non-existent when compared to two other women, front of Ysera was a simple regularly sized quality, somewhere beneath the average, even when compared to humans. "This is mildly depressing, isn't it?"

Tyrande voice continued to reach the entrapped Dreamer, who sat buried in tits with a dumb expression that no one could see, squeezed mercilessly and slowly running out of air. Kaldorei Queen played with the inferior front, making her prisoner pleasantly shake in fleshy jail. "Queen of Dreams, The Emerald Queen." Puffy lips bent into pleased smile. "Suffocating between my breasts like a cheap, hopeless whore with no tongue."

Kaldorei nails dug into tiny breasts, all whilst she pushed her elbows inwards, causing the green dragon to wiggle helplessly on the chair as her sensual flesh was tormented. Trapped by the merciless, colossal front, Ysera had no chances of grasping air unless released, fated to slowly fade off between giant tits.

Drool poured down Alexstrasza's chin as Greymane pinched her sensitive nipples and pulled them without quarter, torturing massive udders to no end and tormenting pinkish nipples with no consideration for their owner. At last he grasped them and used all of his strength, stretching them to the very extent of their possibility.

Dragonqueen's eyes shoot up momentarily and her hands crushed the wood beneath draconic grasp. Worgen lord let go of them, allowing the violated flesh to back off, leaving the aspect to melt in chained orgasm that shook her body, all whilst Ysera slowly began to fade out between Queenly tits.

Tyrande, carefully embracing her own bust, took it away from around dragon's head, unveiling the red as tomato, broken expression of the Emerald Queen. Two blushed, messed up aspects sat silently, filling the hall with broken breaths, drunken with seed, feed with beastly spunk and then reduced to fuck-toys.

"Focus, my ladies." Greymane spoke with most pleased voice as his claws grasped the cheeks of winged sisters, each from opposite side. "It's about the time you two get useful." A short moment of rest way given, allowing the aspects to grasp air and clear their minds softly.

As hand of the Dreamer twitched softly, showing the first signs that she may be able to move on her own, the wolf nodded. With a sharp movement, dirtied heads were pushed to the center, making both dragons fall from their respective seats and slam blushed faces against a hot, hard rod.

"Greymane." Ysera uttered out with weak expression, all whilst her face rubbed against fat shaft of red tool that filled her nose with carnal scent of a male. "You…" Strong and fleshy, aroma of the male caused her eyes to turn teary.

"Silence Dreamer." Gilnean words cut like knife and green dragon turned silent obediently, unable to tell why she listened like a good pup. Moonlit eyes tried to find out her sister, yet pressed into the dick of alpha wolf, she barely managed to spot a pair of elephantine buttcheeks on the other side, not to speak about ruby face.

Alexstrasza stared mindlessly at the angrily scarlet tool between her eyes, able to see the countless tiny veins spreading across imperfect canine dick, she could only spread her puffy lips and pant out heavily, bathing swollen meat in hot air.

Tyrande pressed blessed moon-ass against the table and pushed it aside to kneel before the sisters. Slick, painted nails fell onto disgusted, struggling face of the Emerald and sloppy, absent one of the Ruby. Gracefully moving her hands behind their heads, Kaldorei High Whore pressed them even further into the fat shaft.

Ysera's eyes shoot up softly as she was forced to lay a kiss upon worgen cock, just like her sister who instinctively extended her tongue, licking the veiny tool through widely spread lips.

"Don't be shy…" Elven Toy slowly pushed dragon heads up the tool, leaving a salivated trail on both sides of beastly toy, using them to collect the wolven precum on the way and eventually forcing to kiss over the very tip of it. "Here we go."

Lips of the aspects meet over the pointy end of Greymane's dick, connecting the fluid filled kissers in a graceless manner. As Alexstrasza seemed to be long absent in her mind, the lowly, whore-worthy kiss seemed to be it for the younger dragon. Eyes of Dreamer rolled up entirely as she was forced to exchange dog's precum with her sibling.

Tyrande watched with pleasure as two sisters kissed mindlessly, feeding on each other's saliva and her master's thick precum. "There we go…" Pulling them apart, she contently observed the string of liquids that formed between draconic lips and then fell onto angrily throbbing cock.

"I think you two are now properly…" Whore Priestess lacked a word for a moment, eventually canting her head to the side and pushing aspectly ones down. "... arranged." Halting scaled toys around the very knot, night elf moved her hands onto plump thighs.

Crouching in the high heels, with silken dress cutting deep into the crack between Kaldorei pounds of ass-meat, Tyrande gracefully grasped one of wolven testicles and pulled it up to her lips, kissing in worshipping manner, all while squinting her eyes. "They are ready, master."

"Good work." Greymane praised his sworn cumdump. "I will let you deal with the Dragonqueen later. I am sure that you will want to take care of someone who could steal your position as the greatest udders of Azeroth."

Kaldorei Queen-toy bent lips into a pleased smile. She would doubtlessly ensure that her title was safe, by any means possible." Thank you my Lord. I will make sure she is still of use after I'm done." Her tone seeped with obvious lie but the wolf didn't seem to be concerned, simply turning his gaze into the two absent-minded, drooling dolls by his tool. "To work you fuck-meat.

He slapped each of the Aspects what worked as wake up call for the newly conditioned dragons. Alexstrasza began to move up once again, collecting everything in wake of her lips, ending just by the wolven tip, wrapping her kisser around it and ensuring that nothing is left. Twitching in an erratic manner for a moment, Ysera followed the example of her sister, yet late she reached the top for already sucked clean tip.

One long move after another, ancient siblings moved up and down the giant tool, feeling the strong heartbeat of their new owner and bathing in the warmth it produced, as it was a molten rock from the Fireland itself.

Graceless tongues fed on the precum, collected each other saliva from the upper parts and whenever one was in luck, a fresh batch of released precum waited on the top like a long promised reward. With the unyielding work over his cock and obedient worship by the ballsack, Greymane soon snarled pleasantly, grasping the draconic heads and pressing them even more into his tool.

Helping doll-like aspects, he moved them up and down in more rhythmic and united manner, using the ancient defenders to masturbate as Kaldorei Queen admired his testicles with love. Put into faster motion, Alexstrasza's bust began to wiggle wildly, back and forth in its elephantine manner.

Sloppy sounds filled the room as the wolven cock began to release more and more of the sticky precum. Aspects, unable to devour the thick mass of their meal, slobbered up and down in gushing manner. Pressure of wolven claws rose in strength as his nectar dripped downwards from aspectly lips.

As soft growling began to echo in the halls, Tyrande obediently sucked on the wolven balls, devotely keeping them stainless and licking off very tiniest bit of fluids that fell down, granting her own long-empty stomach a salty treat.

Eventually claws of the wolf pulled up Dreamer's head and impaled her onto his massive tool, pushing heavy pounds of worgen cock-meat down her throat and releasing the white avalanche of lordly seed straight into the emerald belly.

Tyrande peeked up softly at the massive neck-bulge of Ysera, all whilst Alexstrasza was simply being pushed into his knot with force to maximize the sensation. Elven gaze could see the empty eyes of cum-filling aspect. Kaldorei nostrils neared the furred ballsack and inhaled deeply, reveling in the smell of her owner as stomach of the Dreamqueen began to grow.

With her insides entirely clogged up and filled by the jizz of worgen lord, Ysera coughed with stretched throat, causing a portion of her nectarous dinner to burst from the widely spread mouth, staining dark chin in somewhat nasty manner.

When the flow began to halt, Dreamer was slowly pulled up the massive cock, empty eyes and messed up expression flawlessly complemented the cum-drowned mind. Like a used tissue, she was tossed aside with force, landing on the table with loud thud, followed by shattering noise as the ashen plates fell onto the ground.

"My lord." Tyrande stood up from the immaculate ballsack, licked clean and still heavy like a crate. Moonlit eyes squinted softly in unspoken answer as kaldorei udders hanged down.

"You may take the used one. I for once am not done just yet, it would appear our newest acquisitions are more than useful." Gilnean King grasped Dragonqueen by her neck and raised before himself. The angry, scarlet cock twitched wildly, losing nothing in size and still throbbing.

"Life-binder herself. Bringer of Life. The only thing about you that is renowned enough, is your womb I assume." Alexstrasza choked as sharp, flesh ripping claws stripped her of air. "No matter."

Tyrande stepped to the side softly, making way for the Ruby Queen who was tossed unceremoniously against the table. Having elephantine front slammed against itself, starwood furniture loudly slid forward, not heavier than the aspect's bust even when another body rested on it.

Opposite to her sister, Alexstrasza wasn't full of dog's seed and managed to regain some form of consciousness. Looking behind, she seemed to stare as the ready for action monster in form of canine cock. "Oh?" Bearer of queenly tits rose her eyes in soft surprise. "Did you think that's it? No, you scaled cum-dump. Your new owner can keep going till the night falls."

"Get used to it."

Still feeling the pleasure-bringing pain of her nipples, Alexstrasza whined when sharp claws dug into the grand rear, squeezing the mammoth pounds of dragon-ass. Just like the freely hanging front, her backsides were far too large for any of common races to grasp.

Golden eyes quivered when merciless grasp slowly spread her buttocks. Even if not large enough to grasp her fully, Greymane had more than necessary strength to expose her holes. Separating her mounds one from another, he gave no quarter, forcing her to whine helplessly as plump flesh was nearly ripped.

Unveiled, her asshole presented itself proudly. With the thong being just a tiny string around her rear entrance, nearly everything was uncovered. Holding one of the colossus-class buttcheeks with his elbow, he slipped a finger beneath the cloth, prompting Alexstrasza to twitch as she felt sensation of her hole

With effortless move, he broke the fabric and grinned widely, showing off roes of razor-sharp teeth. "I hope the Dragonqueen will welcome me warmly." Red dragoness soon swallowed her saliva as hot meat laid a kiss on her rear entrance. "Don't…"

Taking a better grasp of the ancient ass, Greymane thrusted forward, ramming his own way in and causing the shapely body go through a chain of sensations, shooting Alexstrasza's eyes upwards for a short moment, before she began to whine like a bitch.

Fat, ungraspable with a single hand dick rested inside draconic asshole, stretching the entrance into the shape of a perfect, wide circle that rested just before massive knot. Nails of the dragon ran across wooden counter, scarring it with cut marks.

The hot, spreading sensation momentarily reduced Dragonqueen's consciousness to her very ass. She felt every inch of the scarlet tool, the throbbing and sharp, upwards canted end kissing the deep insides.

White teeth clenched with force as wolven dick began to pull out, nearly pulling her with itself due to how unprepared her asshole was for such a size. Greymane snarled and slowly pulled out of the dragon hole, pleasantly staring as it instantly grew in size. "Truly an aspect of life, born to be plowed."

Alexstrasza's lips spread softly as if she tried to utter something, yet her words weren't to come as her rear was once more slammed with force and her anus kissed the molten knot, softly stretching around it but not going any further as it wasn't meant to be knotted just yet.

Echoing slaps filled the dinning hall as dragon insides were repeatedly stretched and mammoth breasts slid back and forth with the rest of aspect's body. Hopeless moans filled the air as Tyrande moved around the table, watching the melting expression of her guest.

Bending down to rise her ruined meal from the ground, she rolled her eyes as the ripping sound of her robe was to heard, followed with chill by the rear. Painted nails grasped the succulent beef from tiled ground and raised to get a small bite, having the floor licked clean just recently, she enjoyed her meal.

"Nothing comes to waste." High Priestess pulled up her dress and then neared the passed out Dreamer, pulling her head a little closed to the edge, eventually resting sacred moon-ass on the face of Emerald Queen.

Alexstrasza's moans grew mindless as her insides were slowly pounded into the shape of canine dick. The ruined flesh convulsed and twitched around scarlet cock, coating it warmly and holding tightly inside as if begging for further ruination.

"For someone who refused to breed like a good bitch, your ass is surely refusing to let go of my cock, Alexstrasza." Greymane snarled as flesh of the dragon clenched with every moment he was supposed to pull out. Whining, eldest dragon drooled onto the table with broken expression.

"So much for your pride." Pounding of the ruby rear became heavier with every second, pushing Alexstrasza to the edge. Massive claws fell onto her and grasped the deeply red strands, pulling her head up during the reshaping of her insides.

Broken dragon whimpered as the fat cock rhythmically disappeared between her massive buttcheeks, swallowed by the giant mass of creamy meat.

At last, the giant tool slammed into ruby asshole for the last time, forcing its way in all the way down before the knot, where worgen hips slowed down. Tight hole had to slowly spread, mercilessly forced to swim around the fat knot, causing the muscles of Ruby Queen to tense all around her body, making the process even harder.

With eyes rolled up as much as humanly possible, she witnessed her clenched hole spreading in the wake of worgen cock, reaching the peak of its width. The struggle lasted for a timeless moment and then the entirety of canine dick was inside her.

The bitch was knotted and Greymane growled, releasing inside the newly claimed body. Granting no less than for the younger dragon, wolf turned yet another aspect into a jizz-filled barrel, watching pleasantly as belly of the dragoness grew with every gallon of thick nectar being poured into her.

Visage of the Dragonqueen no longer held grace or composure, just like her sister being utterly reduced to a husk of a thinking being, now fit only to serve as a cumdump to the beasts.

Pulling out, he clenched his teeth, having to use all of worgen muscle as clenched insides of draconic ass held him tightly. Eventually making his way out, he smirked at the sight of widely gaping, ruined tunnel that once stood as somewhat modest asshole.

Holding Alexstrasza by hair alone, he pulled her u with visible struggle as elder dragon was much, much heavier than the younger one. Tossing her further onto the table, wolf raised his eyes onto the Elven Queen who rubbed her rear against face of passed out Dreamer.

"Call in the pack. Let them mark their territory."

***

Helpless moans echoed in the hall as emerald buttcheeks swallowed scarlet meat. Continuously spread, Dreamer's asshole clenched around hot tool as the aspect rode furred guard, jumping up and down on his waist.

Collared and bent to pack's will, slave dragon served as a cock-heater for the angry wolves by the day and as floor rag by the night, used to clear tiles of the temple alike lowest of servants.

Dreamer clenched her teeth as hot rod unleashed another load inside her rear entrance, painting it white with thick nectar. Weak legs rose the petite body into air as Ysera attempted to stand up from her current partner, tumbling to the side and falling onto her knees.

Inhaling deeply, she blinked twice as familiar feet rested just before her. Already well taught, she immediately lowered herself and kissed wolven paws, just to meet cold ground as her head was stomped by one of them a second after.

"Glad to see our guests aren't suffering boredom." Greymane's pleased voice carried itself across the dining hall as his prime slut rubbed her feet into Alexstrasza's face. Smirking widely as her only contender obediently worked her tongue, Tyrande rose moonlit eyes onto her owner.

"Kaldorei hospitality forbids." Shapely elf exhaled as her far too small dress tightly coated elephantine bust, purposely kept at the edge of ripping apart at all times. "Dragonqueen, as expected, shows endurance much superior to her sister. I am not sure if the Dreamer is going to be of any use to you, Master. Better to leave her in elven care."

"I am well aware of the fact that you want both of those wenches for yourself, Tyrande." Genn snarled and looked back at the shapely elf, leaving Ysera's cum-bathed face to the puddle of jizz she was pressed into. "Or do you really think that I am this blind? Next time ask me openly or you'll find your position switched with this ruby slut. Am I clear?"

"Naturally master." Elven's tone was scented with obedience, yet not without clear displeasure. "I apologize if my foolish behaviour took me too far…" Cunning eyes rose onto the wolf once more, all as puffy lips bent into a pleased smile. "... I understand if a punishment is necessary."

"Getting too used, aren't we?" He stepped over Dreamer's body and moved towards the exit, uncaring for the clear provocation of the elf. "Escort me to the exit, I'll be leaving to Gilneas as planned. I believe it's about time we spread our influence."

Sacred buttcheeks rose from the starwood chair in no time, no longer fully filling the seat with pounds of ancient ass-meal, all whilst gloved hand waved softly, prompting queenly handmaidens to move. A'moora and Aquinne prepared Ruby Queen in devout rush, gagging with a massive crimson garnet and attaching leash to her collar, just to handle it to the High Priestess afterwards.

"Move you scaled cow." Elune's chosen muttered the order as her personal pet was prepared for a walk. Shapely, salacious body followed on all four, well used to mistress' whimsical nature, more than once paying for mistakes with a stretched anus.

Catching up quickly with her owner, elven queen exhaled softly as the massive moonsteel toy filled her own rear, keeping it ready for the largest of wolves at any time. "You'll have the banshee pull out? Isn't it a little too suspicious? A lost battle is tragic but nothing to pull your entire force out of a well secured region."

"I'll doubtlessly arise questions but there is not a slightest chance that anyone will guess the correct answers. Even if the darkest hell befell Azeroth, I still wouldn't ally with Sylvanas, whilst betraying the horde would be a political suicide from her side." Wolf of Gilneas engulfed in shadows, soon emerging in the human form and adjusting his suit. "Horde won't move against the banshee, we'll keep her at bay and bathe in our victory. By the moment anyone will decide to take any action, it will be too late."

"Naturally… So a celebration it is?"

His nod filled the spotlessly licked corridor. "We'll grasp whoever valuable appears for the occasion, after that… We'll see." While plans certainly filled lordly head, he clearly wasn't willing to share them at the moment. Yet she knew that he would likely return to torment the Windrunner a bit more, closest after that would be Sin'dorei.

Lor'Themar was one of the very few supporters of Sylvanas, it wouldn't be exactly hard to deal with blood elves and their beauty was well revered across Azeroth. Very thought of putting the proud cousins into boxes and distributing them alike rations made Tyrande bend her lips into a smile.

Only setback she could think of was the lack of decent sows to add to Greymane's collection. Matriarch of the Blood Knights was certainly a renowned one, likely the most well known Sin'dorei paladin. Except Liadrin was far from shapely, following the common appearance of her kind, a petite and slick figure, pretty by all means but for worgen standards, far too small.

The only one woman of renown she could come up with was Elsia but the scout captain wasn't even in the city. Unless Genn developed something for the boys, elven queen couldn't imagine any decent prey he could get out of Silvermoon.

Boys.

She shook her head immediately, not very willing to imagine such situations. Thankfully, by that moment the duo reached exit from the temple and Greymane's voice broke her out of thoughts she would rather not have.

"Keep up the appearance and try to not do anything wild." Wolven orders came with some pragmatism, especially as he got to the second part of his command. "Same goes for the aspects, try to keep them in condition good enough should we need to use publicly... " Sharp eyes fell onto her heavily. "... am I clear about it?"

"My master, I assure you that should you return to for her, she will be usable. " Tyrande bowed deeply, allowing her monstrous bust to hang freely. Spark within elven eye assured Genn that priestess had much prepared for the dragon and likely nothing in it was good but as long as his property wasn't permanently damaged, he didn't care.

"I know rest of the way." Without much belief in his voice, wolf left deeper into the city, leaving the content queen with her ruby pet. Watching as the gilnean king marched away, kaldorei leader filled with excitement, knowing that her days of amusement have barely begun. With no one to contain her, she could do whatever she wanted with her shapely rival.

"Now." Pink tongue ran across the full, plum lips of the elven queen. "Let show you the truth, the true state of things that will now follow " She exhaled deeply, knowing there would be no one to dethrone from the seat of prime servant. Turning around, she pulled the leash mercilessly. "Let us-"

Tyrande froze as a monstrous, sharp claws wrapped around her head, covering most of her face and leaving only one moonlit eye uncovered. Confused gaze stared at the towering body of a ruby drakonid, standing in the gates to her temple. Stunned, she could only notice more of hulking, scarlet bodies inside her temple, all before she was unceremoniously tossed against stone wall.

Force of impact emptied her lungs and coughing she met the cold floor, feeling as dull pain spread across her body. Heavy groan filled the hall, although lost beneath other sounds that filled the temple just a moment ago. Helplessly grasping for a breath, she rose her gaze onto the standing up aspect.

"Cuhious…" Alexstrasza uttered before taking out the salivated gag out of her mouth. "... choice of words but I can not disagree, High Priestess." Golden eyes filled with amusement as giant drakonid approached lying elf, blocking most of her vision. "Without a shadow of doubt we're about to unveil the truth about our purposes in this world."

Tyrande swallowed heavily as heavy hand of the dragon guardian clenched into a fist.

"Nonetheless, I am afraid we can't do it just now. Forgive the manners but…"

After that there was only darkness.

Alexstrasza exhaled with pleasure, separating truesilver chalice from her lips and downturning the golden eyes onto steamy meal on her plate. Slick tongue wetted puffy lips before she took another sip of her drink, filling the mouth with intense taste.

Spreading thick nectar, she relished in the sensation for yet another moment, all before swallowing. "No appetite, Priestess?" Dragon asked curiously, cutting off another piece off her steak and rising before scarlet kisser.

Tyrande stared at the dragon, guarded by two drakonids even as she sat on the chair. Untouched dish slowly cooled before her as her will to eat was long gone. "Forgive me, I am still not used to the manners…" Elven hand rose onto intensively red cheek, turning mildly purple by the cheekbones.

"I suppose." Aspect agreed with unfazed voice while chewing on the piece of sauced meat. "I attended your feast, it's such unfairness to refuse to share this one of mine." Loudly, Alexstrasza swallowed the chunk of prepared chicken.

"Here I thought we are both done with dinners and charades." Kaldorei Queen growled, staring at the ancient sister.

"Bold words for someone who schemes even as a slave to pleasure. I may also assure you, not just pleasure by this point…" Dragonic voice grew sweet as claws of the hulking protector softly ran across Tyrande's cheek, making her shiver instinctively.

"So this is your plan?" Elf snarled with razor claws by her cheek, wondering whether her head is going to remain alongside her shoulders. "Bend me like he did? Wolves in exchange for dragons?"

"Whilst juggling the ownership of your race is a most curious concept, I am planning none of such." Golden chalice raised from wooden countertop once more, hiding the dragon behind it. "I will have you remain slaves to the beasts, I will have you mate with them and serve as breeding sows till Genn rebuilds his nation."

"Got to keep the dogs sated, am I correct?"

"So what's the point of this show off?" Tyrande asked with heavier voice, grasping skull-crushing hand and moving it off her cheek. "Seems like a waste of time, unless you got so acquainted to your new position that you want to keep licking worgen asses."

Moonlit eyes squinted in mild anger. "If that's the case, you should have just said; I had an entire pack prepared for you." Unfriendly glare refused to vanish from elven face as Alexstrasza gracefully drank her liquor.

"Well…" Truesilver met the table once more, ruby fingers separated from the shining chalice and wiped scarlet lips with a handkerchief. "... I am here to help." Dragonqueen smile grew even wider.

"Help?" Kaldorei scoff was filled with annoyance. "Have you not said that my freedom is but means of amusement to you? Have you not said that my race will remain chained and wolves shall hold the keys? It would not seem there is much to achieve."

"It is you who I want to achieve."

"I am in awe of your confidence, Dragonqueen. To think you expect me to simply do your bidding." High Priestess shook her head whilst exhaling in disbelief. "The Kaldorei people have nothing to gain in this exchange."

"There is yourself to gain." Alexstrasza's voice turned sweet but lost nothing of its seriousness.

"What?" Elven queue gave the dragon a fool's stare.

"Have you ever wondered how much of you is in you?" Ancient formed a small bridge with her fingers, supporting the chin. "Has the question never occurred for you: where Tyrande starts and where Tyrande ends? How much of elven race is Tyrande?"

"I am a night elf, clear of birth, pure of blood. I am as much of my race as there can be, if you imply that-" Irritation of the priestess grew but wasn't meant to erupt.

"Exactly." Dragon's words cut into elven sentence, cooling her fervor. "You are nothing but Kaldorei. I sit here and look at you; I see nothing but elven society, traditions, culture and beliefs."

Red Queen turned the chalice around, staring at the markings of elven nation, briefly examining floral patterns, the leaves and roots of oaken trees. "I see it all and now I ask: where is Tyrande?" Golden gaze upturned, facing one of another queen.

"What are you even trying to convey here? All I hear is utter nonsense, Aspect. Are you planning to bore me into submission?" Moonlit eyes squinted in hostile manner but vexed spark inside them slowly was replaced with something else.

"I ask if you are yourself, Tyrande. Did you forge yourself or were you forged by what you believe to be your people, your duty?" Alexstrasza canted her head, asking with softer voice. "A queen of no choice, a pawn that doesn't know how the game is played, a pawn that doesn't even understand there is a game."

"Darkness covered us in the beginning, and we could not see. We cried for guidance and the moon shone down bright upon us, Moon Mother spoke to me. I was chosen to become their leader and with power comes obvious duty. Is it so surprising that my need, my burden to keep my people safe shapes who I am?" Answering question with a question, Tyrande squinted her eyes.

"A perpetual duty put onto your shoulders by no one else but your people. All but a disease…" Last words were nearly hissed, putting elf on the defense. "... to be rooted out. You fail to comprehend what I've understood long ago, Tyrande. It's the small things; greetings, expressions of gratitude, socially acceptable behaviours. From very child you were molded to be who you are, never taking the reins of your own persona."

"You want to believe that it is the natural order of things. Individuals follow the established norms, society delves into this unending cycle of traditions, ethics and heritage. Yet Elune haven't chosen you, you have been made to chose Elune, on the wish of own people."

Alexstrasza stood up from the table, nearing the crest of Moon Goddess that proudly adorned walls of High Priestess' own room. "But how much of your behavior is conditioned by you and how much is conditioned by traditions? If every Kaldorei uses them to be part of their own social system built by those who have passed long ago, are you really being yourself?"

"Raised to trust and believe in Elune, trained to be her voice and herald. Nurtured in this assumption that she is the one to guide you." Dragonqueen halted for a moment, turning back to the elf. "When was the last time you believed in something? When was the last time you choose what to believe in?

"Tyrande, one would say, it's a craft of her own people, who in turn are nothing but a craft of traditions. Is there anything that you decided by yourself, anything that wasn't already in the bubble of your culture ?"

"Have you?"

Elven Queen stared at the ruby aspect silently, there was no willingness in her eyes but previous spark seemed to be gone as well, the defiance with it. All that remained was clear disagreement. "Getting awfully philosophical, aren't we? But if you must know, traditions are what holds us together. Had it not been for what binds us as one people, we would have been wiped off Azeroth centuries ago. You speak about loss of oneself but is it not justified by saving countless lives?"

"Does life in slavery count? Does being nothing but a puppet, a marionette that doesn't know herself means anything? Perhaps, if true freedom was never tasted but…" Scarlet lips softly bent into a confident smile, all whilst Alexstrasza kept her head high. "... it's not longer the case for you. You've tasted what it means to stay true to yourself. I merely explain it to you but it's your own feelings that should soon tell the truth."

"Awfully confident, Dragonqueen. Yet I am afraid I still find no sense in your words." Tyrande stood up and then stared at the dragon with annoyance. "I would rather you speak clearly if you are capable of doing such." Irritated voice carried itself across the room as the elven queen grew tired of being treated like a child.

"In time… Everything in time. Especially that now it will be the time for me to leave." Golden gloves waved in the air and cabalistic runes carpeted the floor, swiftly engulfing draconic guardians in arcane magic and sending them away. "Wyrmrest Temple stands open, should you seek more of my…" Dragon smile grew brighter. "... nonsense ."

"And how do you plan to ensure I won't inform Greymane of everything?" Tyrande stared at the aspect with eyes of deep displeasure, yet somehow far from hostile. Former, vexed approach of the elf was already gone even if she wasn't willing to show it to the ancient.

As Alexstrasza stepped closer and took her last sip from the truesilver chalice, her amused gaze fell onto the elf. "I shall not do such a thing. For the first time in history I'll let you choose your future, Tyrande. Whether my halls will welcome you or whether you shall sing of everything to wolven ear is entirely up to you."

High Priestess shook her head, feeling as arcane flow filled her temple, connecting realms of Azeroth by the esoteric magic, likely removing the red dragonflight as if it never stepped inside in the first place. "Are you planning to just leave like that?" Her tone filled with aggravated bewilderment.

"Seeds of redemption we sow…" Red dragoness smiled even wilder and then put the chalice away, slowly having the azure energies embrace her body, ready to carry her far away.

"... on softer soil may they grow."