Sylvanas Windrunner Fucked by Orc Female

They'd taken the Kaldorei outpost for themselves. They'd either slaughtered the elves within or taken them prisoner. None had escaped and, for their service, Dagura and the soldiers serving under her had been granted some measure of rest behind the fortified walls of Orgrimmar. As orcs, however, resting typically meant drinking, fighting, and fucking.

To celebrate their victory, Dagura and her company of Mag'har had filled the Broken Tusk. She and the other soldiers of their company drank heartily as music filled the air of the Valley of Strength. Drums pounded as traditional orcish songs of battle filled the air. Dancers of all the various folks that formed the Horde danced within the crowded space, and Dagura had to move her tankard as a particularly inebriated goblin nearly kicked it over. The growl she offered the diminutive male made him scamper off with such speed that he nearly tripped over the tankards of three other patrons.

Little could sour her mood on such a night, however, and she lifted her tankard to signal the barmaid for a refill. Her eyes followed the buxom blood elf and the orcish woman felt a powerful surge of desire welling within her, and her codpiece suddenly got much tighter.

As the foamy ale nearly overflowed from its receptacle, a hush suddenly fell over the tavern like a blanket. All eyes turned to the entrance of the Broken Tusk, and an overly drunk troll fell from her tabouret in surprise.

Before all of them stood the Warchief herself. Sylvanas Windrunner's gaze drifted from one silent patron to the next.

Though undead, the woman possessed an incredible hourglass figure, made that much more apparent by the bikini-like armour she wore. The revealing armour drew the eye to her taut midriff, which flared out into a set of hips wider than most had ever seen on the typically svelte elves. The exaggerated swell of her hips and thighs was matched by a bust that defied imagination, with enormous blue-grey udders struggling for space in the filigreed confines of the Dark Lady's breastplate.

Those who would witness the woman from behind would be treated to the sight of her equally overgrown rump, with twin cheeks of assflesh jutting out obscenely, for she had not elected to wear her cape that evening. And much like that bikini would be swallowed between the round spheres of the woman's buttocks, enhancing its appeal, so too did the armour covering her chest push together her enormous tits, creating a most tantalizing line of cleavage.

Dagura had seen her share of alluring women in the hours since her return to Ogrimmar, but Sylvanas Windrunner put them all to shame.

"Our most recent efforts against the Alliance have allowed us to secure our hold upon Ashenvale," she began, her intense red gaze settling upon Dagura for a moment before moving on. "As a reward for such… bravery, I wish to bestow upon the warriors responsible the opportunity to ask of me a single boon, which I will grant."

Those glowing red orbs returned to Dagura, and the Mag'har felt her breath catch in her throat from its intensity.

"You," spoke the Banshee Queen. "I have been told you are the one who led this assault, are you not?"

Dagura nodded simply. "I am, Warchief."

"And what is it that you desire for your bravery?"

An unexplained wave of boldness came over Dagura then. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps that she had not been with a woman in days. Without hesitation, she replied, "Your lips around my cock, Warchief. I wish for you to swallow my seed."

If there had been silence after Sylvanas's entrance, there now was within those walls the absolute stillness of death.

Sylvanas's eyes narrowed briefly as she stared at the orc. Without a word more, Sylvanas spun on her heels and exited the tavern, allowing everyone a glimpse at that legendary ass.

"What'd you do that for?" came a worried whisper from Taz'yugo, the Darkspear headhunter who had served under Dagura in that latest mission. "You know what Sylvanas does to those who disrespect her, don't'cha, mon?"

Dagura simply smirked, taking a sip from her tankard.

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Before dawn, as Dagura slept peacefully, she was taken from her home. A cloth bag had been placed over her head by her abductors, and her arms had been tied to her back.

"Bah! If you're going to kill me, Alliance scum, then you had better do so quick! Once I break out of these… nnrgh…" the orcish warrior growled, struggling against her bindings as she was tossed into what felt like a cart, body thudding loudly against the wooden bottom. The cowardly elves had come to seek their vengeance after the humiliating defeat they'd suffered at her hands.

At least, she thought, she had put on some smallclothes to sleep that night.

No response came to her challenges, however, and the bumpy road was beginning to make her nauseous. Before long, they came to a stop and she was dragged out yet again. They had not travelled far, she knew, for the warm air of Orgrimmar still filled her nostrils.

She heard the crackling of torches as she was led up a flight of stairs. A door creaked open, and she was pushed inside, forced to her knees. "Filthy elves! Unable to kill an orc while she's standing! You come in the middle of the night to—"

Her words stopped as the bag was removed from her head and she found herself kneeling before Sylvanas Windrunner herself. She began to regret all she'd said to the Warchief, as the remaining drunkenness was burned from her blood.

"Filthy elves, hm?" the Warchief smirked, standing from the desk she'd been working at. The door closed behind Dagura. Slowly, Sylvanas approached the kneeling warrior, and Dagura found her eyes drawn to that preposterously curvaceous form of hers. She felt a twitching of her cock. "I suppose we can be, when the time is right," she said, reaching out to cup Dagura's chin. "Now, I think you made a certain request, did you not?"

Dagura suddenly felt fear strike at her, and the typically boisterous, brave woman could not muster up the courage to answer the Dark Lady. Had she ended her own life by that request?

Sylvanas's lips curled into a grin. "Perhaps I should have you flayed for your arrogance. But that wouldn't do for the motivation of our troops, now would it? At least, that's what I like to tell myself. The truth of it is that I have had little in the way of entertainment since Nathanos's most recent mission to Kul Tiras."

With a pensive hum, the Banshee Queen took a step back to look down at the orc. She raised her eyebrows when that burning red gaze settled upon the tented smallclothes, the fabric stretched tight around the throbbing length beneath. "Are you hungry?" she then asked, her face expressionless.

"W-wha…?"

"I asked if you were hungry. Don't act like a child, especially not after the request you made. What was it you requested? Ah, yes… 'My lips around your cock' as you so eloquently put it," the Banshee Queen said, soft laughter slipping from between those lips.

How could Sylvanas appear so amused, so nonchalant at the request Dagura had made? Such questions did not last long in the orc's mind when she saw Sylvanas begin undoing the bikini-like bottom of her armour, turning and walking towards the bed. As she did so, those monumental blue-grey ass cheeks of hers wobbled about alluringly, drawing the warrior's gaze.

Dagura's smallclothes drew even tighter at the sight.

Pulling her lower armour off completely, Sylvanas looked over her shoulder at the orc with a smug grin, glancing down at the impressive bulge the woman sported. "I'll take that as a yes," she cooed before slowly climbing atop the bed on all fours, wiggling her rump invitingly.

Hesitation gnawed at the Mag'har. One wrong move, and she would be ended, she knew. The Banshee Queen's ruthlessness was well known. Her mind warned her, and yet it was her body that made the decision. Before she knew it, she was crawling up onto the enormous bed behind the Warchief. It was then that Dagura realized she still had her wrists bound together, making it impossible for her to remove her smallclothes.

"Warchief, these bindings," Dagura dared, "I cannot do as you wish with them."

Sylvanas clicked her tongue, chuckling cruelly. "You have a tongue, you have lips, that is plenty," the Warchief said, wiggling her plush bottom towards Dagura, enticing the orcish woman.

With a slight nod, the warrior-woman leaned forward and, with hands still tied solidly behind her back, pressed her face to Sylvanas's ass. The Banshee Queen hummed appreciatively as the warmth of the large woman's breath came into contact with the relative coolness of her own flesh.

Dagura's lips came into contact with the vast expanse of Sylvanas's enormous ass, kissing and making out amorously with those fat, round cheeks. She kissed the woman's ass gently at first, tentatively, though soon her hunger overcame her and her efforts became far more energetic, ravenous. Huffing hungrily, the orcish woman worshipped the undead elf's ass in ways that caused soft whimpers to slip from the typically stoic ranger.

Lavishing the Dark Lady's meaty rump with slobbering kisses, Dagura soon found herself digging deeper into the crevice between those obscene spheres. Had she been given the use of her hands, the orc would have doubtlessly found herself groping the elf's soft thighs, squeezing that massive ass, spreading those enormous cheeks… With her hands bound as they were, however, she could do little but suffocate herself between them, nose and mouth soon reaching the furthest depths of that wondrous trench, caught between two walls of assmeat.

Darkness engulfed her vision as her tongue found the tight rim of Sylvanas's asshole, and she found herself tasting that puckered star.

Groaning audibly, Sylvanas thrust herself further upon Dagura, the orcish woman having little choice but to indulge her superior. Her tongue swirled and wiggled about wildly, seeking further entrance into Sylvanas's ass.

The Dark Lady soon began grinding herself harder against Dagura, and the mag'har found herself slowly being pushed backwards. Undeath, it seemed, had not dulled the banshee's sensations or her desires. Dagura grunted in surprise when, with a sudden push, she found herself on her back on the bed, with those fat, jiggling buttocks engulfing her head completely, eliciting an excited groan from the brown-skinned warrior.

Dagura's cock was so hard now as to nearly be an agony to the ass-munching woman, tongue and lips relentless upon Sylvanas's ass. The melodious moans and whimpers that Sylvanas made as the soldier feasted upon her ass would be muffled out by the sheer mass of flesh pressed against Dagura's ears, so deep was she between those behemoth cheeks.

And though Sylvanas could clearly see Dagura's discomfort, that fat prick pressed so hard against her smallclothes, she did not make a move to relieve the muscular woman, taking satisfaction in making her wait. Instead, she continued to hump her large, blue-grey ass upon Dagura, quite nearly crushing the helpless orc.

With a sharp inhale, Sylvanas bit down on her lower lip, those heavenly sensations laid upon her ass by Dagura near overwhelming. She would not achieve release from such acts, she knew, but that did not stop her from moaning and gasping wantonly as she sat upon the beefy woman's face. The Banshee Queen reached up, finally removing her breastplate and tossing it aside. Her huge, elven melons bounced free of their prison, and she reached up to grope them, teasing and tweaking her diamond-hard nipples.

Each roll of Sylvanas's hips brought upon Dagura an avalanche of assflesh, those gigantic cheeks slapping upon the sides of her head as the orc devoured every inch she could access, teasing and licking at the deep blue asshole with her agile tongue. And while that muscle of hers tired, the hardened warrior would not let her discomfort allow her to displease the Warchief.

Only rarely did the Banshee Queen's movements allow for the orcish warrior to taste the woman's cunt, eliciting brief moans as the powerful she-elf used the other's face for her own needs.

Huffing, Sylvanas finally pulled herself from Dagura's face, sweat glistening against her skin from the soft torchlight of the room. She offered Dagura a glance, amusement flashing across her glowing red gaze when her attention fell to the impressive bulge still standing beneath the cloth that covered the warrior's crotch.

"Hrm. Interesting. Most would not have lasted so long," the Banshee Queen commented, idly rubbing at her cunt.

Swallowing, Dagura remained silent, staring at the statuesque Warchief standing but a few feet away, still wearing the thigh-high armour and high heels so typical of the Forsaken leader. A grin tugged at Sylvanas's lips, and she turned to the desk. "Perhaps I wish to enjoy you a while longer before offering you the reward you requested," she cooed, walking to the wooden surface, covered with various maps and military documents.

Lust flared within the warrior at the sight of Sylvanas's legendary ass, those unholy cheeks resting atop equally preposterous thighs. She bit her lower lip, watching the elf bend over the desk, presenting her full, round behind to the orc. Dagura hesitated again as she rolled on the bed, now kneeling at its edge.

The slick, blue-grey folds of Sylvanas's cunt glistened below those goliath spheres, and Dagura found herself standing, making her way to the Banshee Queen. Hands still bound, she desperately looked around for anything with which to free herself.

Damn it all, she thought, eager to free her hands, to finally be able to grasp and fondle the monumental posterior now so wantonly presented to her lust-crazed eyes. She could feel her muscles straining against those bindings, arms bulging with effort. When her steps allowed her to reach Sylvanas, her crotch coming into contact with the meaty ass cheeks, now pancaked against the orc's groin. A gasp left Dagura's lips, followed by a groan, and the orc felt the bindings beginning to give, coming apart.

With a final grunt, Dagura freed her hands, hands immediately coming down upon Sylvanas's mythical ass, slapping those weighty mountains with force sufficient to send waves of ripping assmeat cascading outwards from the impact point. A whimpering gasp could be heard from Sylvanas at the power of that lustful strike, though she offered no complaint or reprimand, only thrusting herself further against the orc.

And as those strong, calloused hands began kneading the twin masses on offer, the orc leaned over Sylvanas, whispering hotly into her ear: "How hard do you want it?"

"The walls of the Hold can withstand any assault," she replied simply, a sultry chuckle following the words.

With such permission granted, the orc discarded her smallclothes, freeing first her hefty breasts and then her turgid, throbbing fuckpole, the dark brown length leaking precum steadily. The heavy, foot-long femcock surged forth, slapping down onto Sylvanas's ass, as a hammer upon an anvil. The wet smacking of her cock against the elf's tremendous ass elicited an appreciative groan from the hung orc, and she slowly began sawing her prick between those monumental cheeks, her precum leaking with such abundance that no further lubrication was required.

Both her hands had returned to those fat globes of flesh, squeezing them roughly, flesh overflowing from between eager fingers. Unable to resist, the muscular woman pulled her hand back before slapping it back down onto those otherworldly mountains, smacking Sylvanas's ass hard and sending that abundant flesh rippling from the impact. Mewling whimpers and moans would fall from the Warchief's lips as she felt that hot, heavy prick being hotdogged between her cheeks.

The Banshee Queen would grip the desk hard as she bounced her ass around Dagura's cock, jerking that veiny pillar off with her pillowy posterior. With a huff, Dagura began rolling her hips, sliding her massive prick back and forth between those obscene, mind-shatteringly large cheeks, feeling their softness against her groin whenever she would push every last inch of her meaty python between them. So large were those titanic buttpillows that they would touch overtop the orc's shaft while also covering it from base to tip.

As she increased the pace of her thrusts, the orc would lean over Sylvanas, pressing her clenched fists to the wood on either side of the moaning elf. The new position made apparent the size difference between the two, with Dagura being nearly twice as heavy as Sylvanas and, even with heels, Sylvanas was nearly a whole head shorter than the fat-dicked futa.

Despite this difference in physical power between them, it was clear that Sylvanas was still in command.

Debaucherous sounds bounced off the walls of the sparsely furnished room, loudest of all the incessant slapping of Dagura's crotch against the wall of Sylvanas's assflesh, each impact sending waves of meat forward. As her gaze focused on those wobbling mountains, Dagura noted, too, how her abundant precum would roll down the woman's back, following the exquisite curves of her form.

"A-ahn… Fuck… Fucking fuck me…" Sylvanas groaned, impatience dripping from every syllable.

Boldness surging, Dagura's lips curled into a tusky grin. "As you command, Warchief."

Spreading the woman's ass cheeks with one hand, the orc gripped her cock with the other, angling her length so that the head of it kissed the puckered hole between them. She would not hesitate for a moment longer before driving the first few inches of her enormous cock deep into Sylvanas, prompting the whorish banshee to squeal in delight.

Sylvanas's grip on the desk faltered from the power behind that first thrust, and she fell with her cheek to the desk, wailing loudly. "Mmfff… Yes… That's right, serve me…" she gasped, as inch by inch, that veined monolith invaded her bowels. With her prick well and truly inside the woman's ass, Dagura's hands returned to Sylvanas's huge behind, fingers squeezing at it. The sheer size of those blue-grey spheres of assfat meant that, as she thrust forward, Dagura's cock would be massaged by their softness before penetrating the warm depths beyond.

Slowly but surely, Dagura would slam every last inch she could fit into Sylvanas, every thrust bringing with it grunts and mewling moans from both women. Dagura's muscular form shone with her sweat, her intense gaze focused on the Warchief's huge, wobbling butt. It was a sight unlike any other she had witnessed, for she could not recall a woman so delightfully curvaceous, whose waist flared out to such a dramatic degree out into a pair of ass cheeks so large they could be classified as lethal weapons.

Moving of their own volition, Dagura's hips soon became a blur as she assfucked the Dark Lady's massive ass, slamming herself as far as she could into the squealing elf-whore's depths.

SPLAP SPLAP PLAP PLAP PLAPLAPLAP!

She'd always thought that Sylvanas's ass would forever remain out of reach, something she would only experience during those lonesome nights in her barracks. Surely, no one would believe that the woman would so eagerly bend over for the same soldier who, the previous evening, had spoken so crudely to her. Worry flashed within the orc, wondering what Sylvanas had in store for her after.

Nevertheless, she found herself undeterred by those thoughts, as her world quickly refocused on the twin cheeks bouncing and wobbling about so alluringly around her dick while she assfucked the buxom Forsaken. Those clapping noises would soon increase in intensity as Dagura assailed that plentiful behind, the desk creaking ominously beneath them.

And while the soldier very much enjoyed groping and fondling those obscene cheeks, her hands would wrap around Sylvanas's waist to steady her, ramming every last possible inch of herself into the gasping, moaning whore. Sylvanas hissed and panted, finding herself at the mercy of the huge orcish warrior who was happily ploughing her ass, ravaging her brutally.

"Hrmf… Is the Warchief satisfied?" Dagura managed to ask as her jaw clenched from the effort. Her muscles glistened in the orange torchlight as she crammed her fat pole up the wailing woman's ass again and again, ass and thigh muscles flexing with every one of those rapid movements.

Sylvanas, however, would not answer as she held on for dear (un)life under that relentless assault, her tongue rolling out of her open mouth, and the sound of Dagura's hips meeting her ass grew louder still, drowning out the creaking of the wooden desk beneath them both. The brawny orc would keep their hold on Sylvanas's hips, desk slamming hard against the wall with those brutal, savage thrusts. She pounded Sylvanas's ass as though her very life depended on the act, and, to some extent, it most likely did.

Beneath them, the battered desk would splinter and break under the intensity of that animalistic rutting. With her hands still wrapped tightly around Sylvanas's waist, however, Dagura managed to keep the woman standing, as she feared that the elf's legs had stopped working entirely from the intense reaming.

Roaring, Dagura would force the Dark Lady up against the wall before them, never slowing for a moment in that brutal penetration, using Sylvanas as some sort of moaning, cockstarved sex sleeve. With every thrust, she slammed herself against those blue-grey cheeks, that jiggling ass wobbling and bouncing from those impacts. She would slam that fat slab of orcish dickmeat all the way up into Sylvanas again and again, stretching her ass out around her enormous prick.

The orc could feel herself nearing release, her fat balls swinging repeatedly upwards now, colliding with Sylvanas's dripping cunt.

As the pleasure became overwhelming, though insufficient to drive her fully over the edge, Sylvanas's hand slid down her stomach to play with her cunt, fingers rubbing desperately at her engorged clit. "Nngggghh… Fuck… Fuck…" she gasped, face pressed to the wall, feeling the throbbing monster inside her nearing release.

Seeing Sylvanas getting herself off in such a manner was all it took to drive Dagura over the edge.

With a low, rumbling groan, the supremely-hung dick-swinging orc would bury herself to the hilt into Sylvanas, the Banshee Queen's asshole tightening around her fat prick. "I'm… Going to…" she managed between gritted teeth, every last inch of her throbbing violently. She could feel her length swelling, throbbing violently, eagerly.

Sylvanas's own moans would reach new heights as she came from only a few moments' worth of manual stimulation, and she screamed her pleasure against the wall, panting and gasping for breath.

Thick, hot spurts of orcish ballbatter would soon paint her insides white as Dagura emptied herself into the Forsaken Queen's clenching bowels, the first few blasts enough to flood those depths and then some, as it spurted out the sides of that abused rear.

With such overwhelming sensations, Dagura found herself pulling her cock from Sylvanas's stretched-out ass, firing off a few more ropes of sticky nut onto those incredible ass cheeks. Long ropes of fuckcream would reach from those monstrous buttocks to Sylvanas's shoulder blades, as her lower back was plastered in jizz.

All the while, Sylvanas came and came, her heretofore untouched pussy gushing its feminine essence all over her thick, meaty thighs. Her screams of ecstasy, brought on by the dancing of her dexterous fingers against her needy clit, would slowly but surely lessen as Dagura's own release did. The two remained there, panting, with Dagura's flagging prick nestled comfortably in the Banshee Queen's ass canyon.

Sylvanas, however, was not yet done with her loyal soldier.

She spun about, much to the orc's surprise, and brought both her hands to the softening slab of girlmeat. She would feel it grow again within her grasp, mighty and eager as it had been moments before. "Hm hm, how is it we got in this situation?" teased the Warchief as she gently pressed a hand to Dagura's chest, pushing the woman back towards the large, soft bed.

The orc made no move to resist, and felt herself falling onto the bed, sitting at its edge. Sylvanas, crawling over Dagura like a feline stalking prey, slid her finger along the underside of that fat brown dick, tracing the bulging cumvein on its underbelly.

Angling herself to the side, so that her knees were on the bed, with her body perpendicular to Dagura's, Sylvanas slowly brought her lips to the head of the she-orc's long, throbbing pole. Offering that fat, bulbous crown a gentle kiss, Sylvanas looked up at Dagura, the brawny beefcake of an orc trying to steady her breathing, abdominals contracting as she leaned back slightly, pressing her palms to the mattress behind her.

A soft, appreciative groan left Dagura's lips, and she placed a single hand behind Sylvanas's head. The Banshee Queen hummed as she parted her lips, slowly but surely engulfing the tip. Her jaw would stretch to accommodate the beast as her lips slid along those first few well-lubricated inches. The blowjob was a far cry from the bestial, savage fucking that had occurred only moments ago, and, much to her surprise, Dagura found herself enjoying the slow, methodical pace of Sylvanas's cocksucking.

The orc took pleasure in the wet warmth of Sylvanas's maw, feeling that expert tongue lavishing her thick, vascular fucklog, bathing it with saliva. Dagura's head fell back. "Fuck…" she whispered, not daring to push down on Sylvanas's head, but keeping her hand firmly in place.

Slowly but surely, inch by inch, the elf would take on more of that enormous length, savouring the taste of cum still upon it. Dagura shuddered with pleasure, unable to stifle the long moan that slipped forth. Sylvanas's warm tongue explored every inch of her thick brown cock.

Schllrrrrp! Schlrp!

Sylvanas began sucking greedily upon Dagura's length, well over half of it now lodged inside her throat. Her tongue swirled greedily around those girthy inches, massaging and worshipping that obscene elf-splitter by tongue, lip, and throat. A low, growling moan resonated within Dagura's chest as she allowed her fingers to grip Sylvanas's hair, grabbing a fistful of those ashen-blonde locks.

Sylvanas found her hand wandering down once more to play with her soaking wet cunt, using the other to tease and fondle the orc's heavy, cum-laden nuts. The Banshee Queen would guzzle down as much of the woman's precum as she could, cheeks caved in slightly as she suckled and slurped upon that mighty fucktower of a dick.

The obscene SCHLRRRP ing noises made by Sylvanas's dickstarved maw resonated throughout the room and, Dagura thought, most likely in the hallways beyond. Those glowing red orbs stared up at the orc all throughout the oral ordeal as, at last with a loud GGGNNFFFKK gagging noise, Sylvanas managed to take those last few inches, lips sealed tightly around the base of Dagura's meaty slab of orcish girlmeat. Her throat spasmed around those inches stretching out her throat, Dagura not even caring to understand how an undead elf would have a gag reflex. It was hot as fuck and that was all that mattered to the ripped soldier.

Moaning wantonly around Dagura's prick, the Banshee Queen continued fingering her whorish cunt, fingers massaging and rubbing along the pink pearl of her elvish clit. Her moans would resonate around Dagura's massive cock, lips humming pleasantly around that girth as she bobbed her head up and down the immense fuckpillar.

Dagura, feeling another release rapidly approaching, began slowly bucking her hips, eliciting from Sylvanas another chorus of lewd gagging, slurping and coughing noises. The urge to fire off another load was almost unbearable to the mag'har, seeing how Sylvanas made no move to stop her. Growing bolder by the thrust, Dagura then began bouncing Sylvanas's head upon her lap, hefty gobs of saliva and precum oozing from the corners of Sylvanas's mouth, dribbling down Dagura's hefty nutsack.

With Sylvanas still on all fours on the bed next to her, Dagura began fucking that elven throat in earnest. Spit dribbled as wet, unholy noises came from that rapid, sloppy blowjob. What had begun as a meticulous, slow experience was soon turning into a lewd throatfucking, Sylvanas's mouth and chin wet with their juices.

Grunting and gasping, Dagura slammed her dick into the woman's throat, the hefty fucklog inclined at a forty-five-degree angle to be able to reach so deep into Sylvanas's expert oesophagus.

Like a bitch in heat, Sylvanas fingerfucked herself relentlessly, her entire hand now coated in abundant femininity. As that fat bitchstuffer plunged into her throat again and again, balls slapping her chin. She would moan around that invading prick, allowing her tongue to dance around its many inches all the while. Dagura knew she would soon blow, and she pressed further down upon Sylvanas's head, stuffing and forcing the Bitch Queen down upon her rebarlike she-cock.

Sylvanas would cum first, however, as her fingers plunged deep into her cunt, rubbing herself raw. Her eyes rolled to the back of her skull as her twitching cunt squeezed around her fingers and she shook from the force of that orgasm.

Ceaselessly pounding her dick into Sylvanas's throat, Dagura suddenly seized, quickly following her Warchief in that orgasmic embrace. Every muscle tightened and she felt her balls tensing up.

With no warning, Dagura fired off the first ropey shot of fuckbatter right into Sylvanas's stomach, filling her belly with a fat, quivering off-white missile. Gagging and sputtering, Sylvanas managed to push herself off Dagura's pulsating prick, defying even the massive orc's impressive strength.

The next bolt of nut caught her under the chin, and she was nearly knocked onto her back from that impact. Instead, however, she managed to roll down between Dagura's legs, pushing up her tits and rolling out her tongue to receive the following gooey spurts. Ropes of pearlescent orcish nutsoup soon coated her countenance from chin to forehead, hanging off every part of her.

SPLURT! SPLRT! SPRT! Came those the heavy impacts from Dagura's release, plastering the Warchief with that porridge-thick load, the heavy goop falling off those huge elven knockers to land on her thighs, the woman only now coming off the echoes of that wondrous release.

A whole minute of blowing her load later, the output from her big orcish dick finally abated, a few final spurts of seed oozing out to land squarely upon Sylvanas's lips.

Licking her lips, Sylvanas looked up at Dagura. "I'll be sending you on another mission tomorrow. Come back, and we'll see about further rewards."

Out of breath, cock in hand, Dagura simply nodded.