Thrall's Dead babe

Lust had been an unfamiliar feeling in death, more so than even the affection she held for her people, her rangers and her lover in life, Nathanos. It had sparked suddenly in the midst of battle and the sporadic moments she had the time to witness him in battle.

The way his bulging muscles had seemed to clench when he smashed in the head of a demon's skull had made her hot for some reason, even more so as they continued to battle into the heart of the Undercity. Most of the time they had fought side-by-side and built a chemistry in battle where they could play off each other's abilities. A kinship had formed then, strengthened by their reliance on each other to survive their battles.

Even as she fought with Varimathras in a grueling battle that had taken nearly everything out of her, she never felt truly fearful of a demise, knowing that Thrall was close and wouldn't qualm in helping her if she was truly in trouble. At the same time, his warrior's heart wouldn't allow him to interfere as he understood her vendetta against the dreadlord.

When she had finally slayed the traitor, she saw Thrall clearly. He was not just a being bred for war and battle just like most other orcs, but he was also born for breeding. She understood it when the battle for the Undercity had fully won and he had stood before her, his body covered in the blood and rests of his enemies.

In an odd way, it made for an alluring sight having the extremely well-built orc look like the most perfect specimen to mate with. It was easy to guess that his natural large size ― which exuded more strength than any elf or human could exhibit ― would translate to his member, which more than confirmed that orcs were perhaps made to use the smaller humanoid races.

Her lustful thoughts towards Thrall didn't actually feel out of place when she pondered on it more. The rather brutish and massive appearance of the orcs secretly spoke of a virility during mating that was unmatched by any of the other races. Somehow, she found herself easily imagine how her smaller body could be used like a cocksleeve by the orc's whims, if she allowed herself to become increasingly unrestrained and honest in her own desires.

Even more so, she felt the need to act on her desires rather than letting her newfound outlook on Thrall ― and orcs in general ― change after Lordaeron was reclaimed. Her undead state didn't even seem to matter at that point, as her body had seemingly adapted to reignite every part of her that made her a woman.

Sylvanas had decided on the course to follow after the battle of Lordaeron, and made her plans accordingly to start the rebuilding phase of the Undercity while she also made certain to point Nathanos and several of her rangers as caretaker of their newly-regained home. In the case of Nathanos, it was especially important to keep him at a distance after realizing that she no longer bore the same feelings for him in death, unlike what she had in life. There was also the undeniable fact their undead states left them unable to rekindle any of the physical contact they wished ― even more so with Nathanos' deformed and mutilated body that was only kept alive through her magic and his will.

While the Undercity would be restored, Sylvanas would continue to reside in Orgrimmar where she would have full access to Thrall and his body ― and could simultaneously keep an eye on the Forsaken citizens that had temporarily been taken in as refugees in the Horde's capital.

Eager to get slammed by Thrall's orcish meat, the Dark Lady had accompanied him back to Orgrimmar where she had resided for around a week since Varimathras' and Puttress' insurrection. In those past days, she had noticed little of her sensual desires towards Thrall, but they had built somewhat of a distant friendship of sorts in that period.

A friendship that had slightly budded after the battle, but would have to be torn apart by Sylvanas as she sought for something more… pleasurable. In truth, if she had to guess what a bitch in heat would feel like, she would have been guilty of being able to relate. No other male had sufficiently been able to make her feel even close to what she was experiencing whilst battling with Thrall, not in undead and not in life.

She wanted to be fucked, and knew that her undead state no longer created barriers that would leave Thrall unable to pleasure her in any way. Her need to fuck him had illogically seemed to make her body replicate ― or close to it ― what she could feel when she was living. If she had to venture a guess, it had to be the power of his spirit, tempered by both the warrior and shaman in him, that had likely reignited the sparks of life within her, turning a previously undead husk into a pale blue vessel of renewed life.

But none of it would last if she could not be fucked by the orc, Sylvanas also knew. As long as she was in his presence, she would feel as she currently did, but there was no guarantee that would remain so if she left his side, or did not receive the thorough tumbling that she now desperately wanted.

The warchief didn't seem ruffled by her presence in the meeting chamber as he, Vol'jin and Sylvanas continued to discuss matters further. With Varian Wrynn all but declaring war with the Horde for the events of Wrathgate ― which he perceived to be Sylvanas' fault, Thrall had stood steady to defend her and his choice to rid her of all wrongdoing.

That, at the moment, was just one of many reasons why she would not mind him dicking her down where she stood. His concern for her, manifested through his principles of loyalty and honor, only made her want him more, and as Vol'jin finally faded to his own quarters after minutes of talking over the possibility of the Alliance attacking them, Sylvanas was left alone with him.

The orc was obviously weary of battle and a potential future conflict with the Alliance, which put him in the right state for Sylvanas to gradually seduce him. Her first suggestion for him to retire to his room ― where she offered to temporarily join him to 'relieve some stress' ― worked out perfectly, and the orc offered no objections to her presence.

Though his private quarters offered no room for luxury, she was delighted to find that the furniture that was present seemed just about soft ― and noticeably large ― enough to offer comfort when it came to having intercourse.

The next phase of her seduction process would prove to be very tricky, and was more so a case of her own insecurities surrounding her body. When she had the opportunity to observe her own body in the mirror of Thrall's bathroom, she found that her body looked less like a corpse that was once beautiful in life, but more like a reflection of what she had been when she was alive; except for her being blue.

She was extremely aware of the fact that she felt more elf than undead than ever before since her death. The lack of wrinkles and decay on her face and body made her appearance still appear quite youthful, making her look as if she was in the spring of her youth. Her facial features ― which had turned her into an exquisite and unmatched beauty when she was still alive ― was no less different now, and seemed to accentuate a quite-innocent face which belied the dark deeds she had committed since she became a Forsaken.

Then there was her body, a slim petite figure with curvaceous assets that were still surprisingly plump and rather large, even. Noticeably, the slight and unnoticeable cracks and blotches ― that forespoke of the rotting nature of her undead state ― were absent; bar the tear marks under her eyes. As she had successfully theorized, the apparent lust that had awoken in her while she had been fighting with Thrall had changed her body somehow, whether temporarily or permanently, almost as if to make her completely fuckable for the orc.

Slightly befuddled by her own appearance which seemed more attractive in undeath than it had ever been, Sylvanas left the bathroom with a spring in her step that made her more confident to approach Thrall in the best manner she saw fit. As a male, she knew that even his calm and wise demeanor could not withstand her advances if she tried her hardest.

He sat comfortably in his seat ― a fittingly large sofa ― as she entered the living room, and her body moved almost automatically as she opted for a direct approach. The orc's eyes grew like saucers as the undead elf went to stand in front of him, her knees bent and her hands placed on his knees.

No longer was he greeted with the sight of a feared and dark presence whose beauty seemed overshadowed by Sylvanas' own ruthlessness and reputation. Now, he saw a remarkably beautiful elf brimming with vitality that made her appear as ravishing and fresh-faced as any of the blood elves he had encountered. His eyes fell to his knees where her purple fingernailed hands were lightly rubbing it.

Her red-colored glowing eyes produced nothing but lust, with hints of uncertainty or anxiety permeated along with it. He had scarcely even seen her show emotion, but much less anything like this. As an orc that had always prided himself on restraint and wisdom, Thrall felt those same traits wilt under Sylvanas' intense stare which seemed to desire nothing but him and his body.

Thrall felt his member grow erect, and the small gasp that Sylvanas elicited suggested that its size greatly impressed her. Eager to experience it, Sylvanas seductively removed the bits of his armor that clung to his body, as well as the rest of his clothes. With barely contained breaths, Thrall sat motionless as he let the elf fondle and stroke every part of his body that was left bare as she unstripped him.

Finally, only his pants were left and the beautiful elf took her time to remove the last hurdle that she faced. Thrall released the breath he hadn't realized he held when his breeches finally came unloosed and displayed his cock in full.

Green, twice as large as her arms and longer than her face, Sylvanas was mesmerized with the size of his cock that had exceeded even her expectations. In fact, she doubted she could take it in any of her mouths, though she admittedly did not care much on whether she could. All she was concerned with now, was trying it.

"Suck the tip." Thrall abruptly demanded, and Sylvanas looked up in slight confusion as she looked at the orc's face.

It was nearly like he had changed completely. No longer did he permeate a sense of wisdom or calm; instead, the wild look on his face captured her attention more than anything. The sense of pure aggressiveness and brutality that he had displayed in their battles against the demons of Varimathras had returned twice-fold, and was no longer just a mere side effect of the orc tapping into whatever rage he buried inside to do combat. He was embracing it now, latching on to the same spirit of wildness and fury that had attracted her to him in the first place. The same spirit that, coincidentally, the orcs had been feared for during the First and Second war.

The dominance his masculinity exuded made it nigh-impossible for her to disobey his commands, and eagerly she wrapped her mouth around the tip of the orc's cock ― which surprisingly took up more space than half a human's or elf's cock.

Though not necessarily experienced in oral pleasure, Sylvanas found her enthusiasm trump over her lack of knowledge as her tongue swam around the orc's cockhead. Thrall's moans only made her more eager, and soon the room was filled with the wet noises of her mouth playing with the tip while she bobbed her head and forth.

"Don't forget to stroke it." The warchief commanded again, and Sylvanas dutifully followed his directions.

Both her hands seemed tiny when wrapped around the orc's base but she nonetheless put them to work too. Sylvanas gagged when the orc suddenly grabbed the back of her hair to force more of his cock in her mouth, and plenty of saliva came out as a result of a couple inches of his massive mouth lodging itself in her throat.

Her eyes teared as she struggled for breath as the orc maintained his cock in her throat, yet at the same time she felt elated for being choked out by the orc as the subsequent spit she produced came and wettened more of his penis. With more fluids available, stroking went easier for her hands, and Thrall eagerly continued to moan while at the same time choking her with less than half ― or barely even a third ― of his gargantuan-sized member.

Every moan of pleasure that the orc cried out made her more willing to try even harder, even with her throat getting brutally fucked to the point she couldn't even put her hands around his cock again. With her all too willing to allow her mouth to be used in whatever way Thrall pleased, Sylvanas gradually resigned herself to being the cock servant she was becoming as her body started producing orgasms and fluids that she hadn't felt even when she was alive.

Undoubtedly, Thrall's cock was superior to any of the few she had experienced, especially Nathanos'. Her own body admitted as much too as she failed to contain her own soft cries of ecstasy while her pussy fluids slid down her legs. Thrall halted for a couple seconds as he looked down to admire the sight of the undead elf beneath him, her eyes now glazed over in a cockdrunk look that showed she had already lost herself.

He did not see the Banshee Queen or Dark Lady that was feared. Instead, the fearsome undead elf looked like a cock-starved elven bitch in heat, and even as he pulled his cock out of her mouth her neck still arched forward while her tongue flitted around his cockhead, desperate for more, for anything.

She was ready to be bred. The warchief briefly wondered if Sylvanas understood what was happening to her. This was her first sexual experience with orcs, thus she did not understand the implications of fucking one. A relatively hidden truth about orcs was how their cocks were able to send orcish females into states of near delusion, which would be even worse when human or elf females were subjected to orc penises.

Someone like Sylvanas, who had no experience with orcish cocks nor the effects they could produce, nearly had her brain turned to mush when he fucked her mouth. That effect would grow tenfold once his cum ― strengthened by the power he possessed as a shamanic warrior ― entered her; mouth or otherwise. She would not be able to avoid becoming enthralled by his semen, given his cock had already made her almost completely suggestible.

In essence, it meant that there would be no going back for Sylvanas if he fucked her thoroughly, and certainly no return to sanity once he ejaculated his plentiful of cum inside her, much less if he did it several times ― as orcs were able to do. To make matters worse, Thrall, being one of the most powerful and spiritual orcs in existence, had more stamina and potency than the average orc, which was now apparent by the way he had already turned Sylvanas into somewhat of a mindless cock nut.

He had already made her cum from fucking her orally. She would not be able to withstand a thorough fucking session with him at this point. Perhaps he had gone too far…

"Please fuck me!" Sylvanas whined beneath him as she removed all her clothes in record-breaking time, her nudity displaying her well-developed womanly assets.

She had already grown desperate with his cock having left her mouth for a couple of seconds. Thrall only growled in response, his concerning fading quickly in the wake of his lust, and his strong arms picked her up easily to set her down on his lap, and his cock.

He needed no invitation to enter her pussy, and the elf screamed out elatedly as a third of his cock slipped into her tightness to bang against her cervix. She came just upon him entering, and Thrall chuckled slightly as the elf bent forward into him while her wet orgasmic juices coated his cock.

"Breed me!" Sylvanas cried out, her face still in the orc's breast as she struggled to properly move her body that could barely contain the waves of pleasure flowing through her.

Despite her clearly not being able to handle his size, she was brave enough not to let it daunt her as she made the slightest of movements to twist her own hips ― which soon were halted after her body just seemed unable to bear the ecstasy coursing through her.

Once Sylvanas felt the orc rock his hips back and forth as he fucked her, she succumbed to the sheer pleasure of the act, unable and unwilling to deny the truth of her transformation into becoming Thrall's cocksleeve.

Humans, elves… they were all inconsequential when compared to the sheer might of the orc before her who easily ― and instantly ― conquered her walls with his cock. Though it was likely impossible for Thrall to breed her like any normal mortal, she at least looked forward to his semen invading her insides and taking a hold of her like it should.

Her body had crumpled into his as he continued to pump more inches into her, and Sylvanas' cries had turned into unintelligible words as she felt her brain warp and bend. Everything that had seemed to concern her ― in life and death ― now took a backseat to her wishes to simply please the warchief who could make her orgasm with just a single lunge of his hips.

And orgasm she did. She became unaware of how much she came, but every time the orc's cock pumped into her womb ― as its size allowed him to do, she felt her body taken captive by the erotic sensations her orgasms produced. It made the orc's conquest of her incredibly easy as he all he had to do was fuck.

He was breaking or her, or already had, she dimly realized as he smacked his hips balls-deep in her thighs. Each time she did, she felt another part of her identity leave, even moreso when the orc started bellowing into her ear.

"Your body will only be able to take my cock." The orc told her roughly.

Even if she tried to deny it ― which she wouldn't ― Sylvanas hadn't needed Thrall's words to confirm that she had become his fucktoy. She longed for his cock, his seed and already accepted that her body would not be able to be satisfied by anything or anyone else. Each time she fell upon his cock, she understood the position she was in as his sexpet, one that became increasingly dependent on Thrall's cock to remain sane.

Her screams of passion had taken over the rest of the noise in the room as she now fervently begged for his seed, which the orc continued to deny her as he fucked her helplessly. Even her cockdrunk moans and endless writhing to draw out his seed seemed to deter him from orgasming, and Sylvanas' near-limitless climaxes drove the last bit of her brain cells out well before he came. Her body and mind now overcome by the feelings of unending bliss, she knew that the orc had fully and completely captured her.

It was made even more apparent as he stopped fucking her abruptly, simply to gauge her reaction as he pulled his cock out of her pussy and positioned her to sit up straight so they were facing each other eye-to-eye.

"You're out of it." Thrall remarked with more than a couple hints of surprise as he regarded the fuck-drunk expression of the beautiful elf before him.

She nodded weakly in response, but her sexual desires and needs for his cock took precedent over anything else and she soon launched herself forward to kiss him. Thrall let her, allowing his own body some rest ― though it didn't need it ― as the elf gorged her lips on his in an attempt to pleasure the orc with her kisses.

She had been broken; he knew. She was orc-bred now, made to be a mere receptacle of his cock and no one else's. She was his. Now, all he had to do was seal the covenant of her being made to satisfy his long-repressed urges.

The cum that finally came forward from his cock was more than plentiful, so much so that the semen seemed filled her womb and made her resemble a lightly pregnant woman. The elf couldn't help but sink into him more as his orgasm overtook every last sense she had left, and her moans now flipped into incoherent babbles about wanting his orc babies as her body shuddered with endless bouts of delirium.

Yet even that didn't deter Thrall from continuing to fuck her, prompting Sylvanas' crabbed prattles to grow even more erratic.

"Breed me, warchief! Breed me properly!" Sylvanas cried nonsensically as Thrall continued thrusting inside her, despite boundless amounts of semen flowing out of her pussy.

Thrall needed no further incentive. His cock ― now coated in his own semen ― slammed continuously in her pussy, forcing the elf to tremble in delight.

"Make me pregnant! Make me pregnant!" Sylvanas crried out successfully as the orc made her cum again in seconds with repeated thrusts of his hips. "Orc babies! Orc babies! Orc babieeeeeeeeees!!!!!"

She's growing more unstable. Thrall thought worriedly, common sense flitting in for the first time he had fallen in his sexual daze. Surely she knows she can't give birth...

Sylvanas, however, did not seem to care whether she was able to reproduce or not as her hips writhed eagerly to draw out more of the orc's baby batter. Thrall couldn't stop himself from moaning as he too felt the throes of ecstasy drown away whatever sense he had before.

"Yes!!!" Sylvanas cried though her legs grew weak when another wave of cum flushed her womb. "Breed me!! Make me bear your children!!"

Thrall grunted as the currents of semen that exploded inside the elf forced his own legs to convulse widely. He forced himself to pull out as the elf's shaking grew too wild to contain, resulting in buckets of cum streaming out of her pussy.

"More…" Sylvanas moaned beneath the arms he had wrapped around her back, her face buried once more into his chest.

She was clearly tired, he now realized as he looked her up and down. The blonde elf seemed much too cum-addled to notice her undead body displayed traits consistent with that of a living being by the way the sweat was rolling off her body and she was finding it a struggle to move even her limbs. Yet despite her state, she still desired more of his milk.

"Again…?" Sylvanas questioningly said as she looked up again at Thrall, her face showcasing the full need for his cock and cum.

Who was Thrall to deny such an eager beauty his seed? So, without hesitation, the orc went to work again with his hips. Sylvanas cried again, of course, as his testicles slammed against her outer lips when he started pounding her again.