Tyrande Whisperwind Vs Sylvanas Windrunner

Darnassus was as peaceful as it had ever been as Tyrande, from her balcony, watched the priestesses filter into the Temple of Elune. She smiled down at them, and they nodded in respect to the High Priestess. Most Kaldorei knew that she had been chosen by Elune herself for her purity and devotion to the goddess. The devotion part was true, at least. But Elune had also blessed Tyrande with an extra special gift... one that no other Kaldorei could match... her massive, veiny fucklog of a cock. Soft, it hung down nearly to her knee, coupled with balls twice the size of a woman's fist.

Silver eyes followed those priestesses who had also been blessed by Mother Moon, and she felt her loins stir at the sight of their ample breasts and deep cleavage. "Fuck, I'm going to be late again," she uttered under her breath, blood slowly pumping into her colossal dick, feeling it grow heavier by the moment. Most priestesses in the temple knew of Tyrande's gift and had also helped alleviate its needs quite frequently.

Recently, however, she felt restless. It felt like trouble was brewing, and she spent many long hours jerking off into the moonwell at the temple's centre. A few days ago, she had managed to cum three times in a single night before the sun had even risen over the horizon. Normally that would be enough for any Kaldorei, but for Tyrande, this was only the beginning. She needed more. Much more. Tonight, she promised herself, tonight she would give birth to an orgasmic tsunami of jizz that would wash away all troubles.

She spun about on her balcony, making her way to her quarters. Tucking a loose strand of midnight-blue hair behind an ear, she looked down past her breasts to see her goliath cock rising slowly. Her hand instinctually went to the fattening bulge beneath her robes, squeezing it as though that would alleviate her growing lusts, as one would squeeze a child's arm to let them know they were misbehaving, gently but with an undeniable firmness.

As she entered her chambers from the balcony, a knock came at the door.

"Come in," she called out, not even bothering to hide the enormous tent she was pitching.

The door creaked open, and a tall figure stepped inside. There was a flash of silver in Shandris's eyes, and she looked down at Tyrande's cock with a smile. "You look happy today, mother."

"I am," she said, smiling back, though she would not worry Shandris with the disquiet that had stolen so much sleep from her in recent days.

Shandris walked toward her, stopping to caress Tyrande's face. "Good. Let me help you with that."

Tyrande chuckled. "What do you think you're doing?"

This was something typically done by the priestesses, not by her own adoptive daughter. Though Tyrande had to admit that she longed for the other elf's touch when she was away for her duties as General of the Sentinel Army.

"I know how much you enjoy your morning wanks," she replied, reaching down to grab hold of Tyrande's gargantuan cock. "Wouldn't want you to have to take care of this thing by yourself."

Tyrande groaned, the pleasure from the other night elf's touch overwhelming her senses. Shandris's fingers stroked the shaft of her cock slowly, then faster, then slower again. Her grip was strong, as expected of a warrior such as her.

With one hand still on the base of her mammoth schlong, Shandris reached around Tyrande's body and unclasped her robe. Then she took it completely off, leaving the High Priestess to stand naked before her, the Kaldorei's fat, jiggling tits almost as impressive as the rock-hard cock now standing at attention between her legs.

Tyrande moaned as her daughter's hands began to stroke up and down her shaft, causing the purple head of her cock to pulse with each pump of her daughter's hand. All her pent-up sexual frustration was coming to the surface, and she felt like she was going to explode. It had, after all, been more than half a day since she'd last cum.

Mouth agape, Tyrande's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out another soft moan as her climax hit her hard, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through every inch of her body, from her toes to her fingertips to the tip of her fat cock. She closed her eyes tightly, arching her back slightly, trying to keep control of her orgasm so that she could savour the experience.

Her cock throbbed as Shandris kept jerking her off, now using both hands as the younger elf's mouth sucked and licked at the High Priestess's mountainous tits, nibbling at the erect nipple. A fat, slimy load of cum erupted from Tyrande's cock as she came, splattering onto Shandris's feet and creating a massive puddle.

"Ahhnn~ Fuck!" mewled Tyrande, gritting her teeth as she struggled to retain control of her muscles.

Shandris grinned wickedly, licking her lips. "There's so much, mother," she said, giggling as she lifted her fingers to her mouth to savour the delicious elven splooge that coated them.

The night elf nodded, panting and falling onto a nearby chair, cock still dripping with her goopy seed. "Thanks..." She looked at her daughter, her erection flagging. "Now... would you mind getting my robe for me?"

"Of course, mother. Though, there is a matter I wished to discuss before your morning ceremony," the General said, picking up her mother's vestments off the ground, eyeing her cum-slathered prick hungrily for a moment.

"Hmm?" Tyrande looked up at her inquisitively, holding the robes for a moment as she caught her breath before standing up and putting the elegant outfit back on.

"Our scouts report that the Horde is amassing a large force near the Ashenvale border, and intelligence reports that they might be coming for Teldrassil."

The High Priestess furrowed her brow. "But the boy-king has sent his forces south towards Silithus. Is the Sentinel Army even ready to face the Horde yet again?"

"Our numbers have been thinned considerably after the latest Legion invasion... Though there might be another way, one involving less bloodshed..." Shandris interrupted, eyes watching as her adoptive mother got herself dressed, vestments straining against the enormity of her bust and the sheer size of her softening bulge. "Intelligence gathered during our Quel'thalas campaign also indicates that Sylvanas Windrunner may be... persuaded to call off the attack."

"Go on," Tyrande said, intrigued. Very little had come out of that venture.

"To put it bluntly, it has come to our attention that the new Warchief is a bit of a slut. Her rise to power has always been faster than most and many have claimed that this is due to her trading sexual favours for promotions."

The High Priestess chuckled. "You would bet our peoples' lives on rumours?"

"They are the words of Lor'themar himself, mother."

Tyrande closed her eyes for a moment, wishing for Elune to grant her some sliver of her wisdom. "And how does that allow us to avoid an attack by the Horde? What would you have me do?"

Shandris grinned for a moment. "Fuck her into submission. I've seen how many priestesses you've turned into slutty little cockslaves. If Sylvanas is as much of a slut as we've come to suspect, you would have no trouble doing so."

Tyrande's cock twitched at the thought. She had seen Sylvanas many times over the years, and the thought of those fat, wobbling tits and that oversized Quel'dorei ass could nearly make her nut right then and there. "Fine. We'll have to arrange a meeting. Send a messenger to the boy-king, he'll at least be useful in that regard," Tyrande said, fetching a quill and paper.

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Passing clouds hid the bright moon of the Arathi Highlands. Sylvanas looked once more to the missive she'd received from the High King of the Alliance.

"Everything I need if I come alone...?" she repeated under her breath, eyeing the lone Alliance tent that had been erected in the proposed meeting spot. She had no reason to mistrust Anduin. The boy was not one for deception and he was trusting to a fault. His naivety was well-known. It made him well-liked by his subjects but made him far easier to manipulate. The Warchief had answered the High King's summons almost immediately. If he could grant her some of the Alliance's holdings, then it would make her job of destroying the Alliance that much easier.

A smirk crossed the Banshee Queen's full lips as she slowly made her way down towards the tent, her enormous ashen cleavage jiggling within the inadequate chestplate she wore. Barely more than a bra, it pushed her oversized melons up, emphasizing their already impressive size. The distraction had been a useful one on many occasions.

Sylvanas came to a stop just outside the tent flap, taking a moment to look around. She could sense only one person inside.

As she had expected.

She stepped inside, closing the flap behind her. Sylvanas pulled out her bow immediately when she saw not Anduin Wrynn but Tyrande Whisperwind inside the tent, reclining on a thick, cushioned chair, legs spread wide. She wore an outfit similar to her usual priestly attire, but this one seemed to have slits on the side to allow for a greater ease of movement and a flap of mooncloth between the legs.

"What trickery is this?!" Sylvanas growled, nocking a black arrow.

Tyrande smirked as the Banshee Queen's eyes looked all around the moderately-sized tent. "I'm afraid you're the one playing tricks, my dear. Did you believe you could hide your plans from us? I thought a Ranger-General such as yourself would know that, as elves, we have eyes everywhere on our borders. Though, I do suppose you still have a thing or two to learn about defending borders..."

The priestess's mocking grin nearly sent Sylvanas into a rage, though she managed to keep her cool. "Why should I not drive this arrow into your heart, Tyrande? Your death would mean a thorn less in the Horde's side."

"Because," Tyrande begun. "I have all that you need," the Kaldorei said, pulling aside the flap of mooncloth, revealing to Sylvanas a gigantic, veiny elven cock, the likes of which she had never seen.

Sylvanas took a step back, staring at the massive phallus before her. She immediately dropped her bow, knowing herself to be defeated. She couldn't deny the beauty of that cock, its size and potency unrivaled. It sat atop two plump, grapefruit-sized nuts.

"See, Sylvanas? My cock is proof that I am a better leader than you can ever hope to be," Tyrande spoke, slowly rising from her chair and stepping forward.

Cock-stricken, Sylvanas could do little but stare at the swinging behemoth between Tyrande's legs, the flap of cloth that covered it tucked into the priestess's belt.

Silver eyes stared into red ones for an instant before Tyrande brought a hand to Sylvanas's open mouth, the Kaldorei's finger hooking into the side of the Banshee Queen's cheek, tugging on it somewhat as though inspecting livestock. Satisfied, Tyrande allowed her finger to brush against Sylvanas's lips for a moment before slowly sliding back into the Warchief's mouth, sliding along her tongue.

Sylvanas responded by closing her lips around the priestess's digit, creating a tight seal with her plush lips around it, her tongue swirling around the fingertip. Tyrande groaned in satisfaction, feeling her cock pulse, the titanic piece of elven fuckmeat slowly coming to life.

After a few moments, Tyrande removed her finger from Sylvanas's mouth, her silver eyes looking down at the shorter woman. The lavender-skinned elf's hand moved up to cup Sylvanas's jaw, forcing her eyes upwards, turning her head this way and that, inspecting her.

"A perfect mouth for sucking dick. No wonder your people have taken to calling you the Whorechief. What a fine slut you'll be," she whispered under her breath, gaze wandering down to Sylvanas's fat, pale tits. "On your knees, whore," she then commanded, and the defeated Banshee Queen could do little but obey.

"You see?" Tyrande asked, moving her hips sensually while Sylvanas knelt on the floor before her, allowing her behemoth elf-cock to swing like a pendulum before the undead cockslave. "Not even a single word of defiance. You've been so pathetic, Sylvanas. Such a weakling. But it seems like you might make a good slave after all."

"Yes..." Sylvanas moaned softly.

"Shh... You are mine now, Sylvanas," Tyrande said. "No more will you have freedom. All you have is my cock, just like any other slave. And I intend to use that cock well."

"Please..." Sylvanas whimpered, not wanting to admit how much she craved the priestess's giant cock. Formerly the proud Ranger-General turned Banshee Queen, Sylvanas was quickly being reduced to nothing more than a mewling whore for Tyrande.

"Come here, Sylvanas," Tyrande ordered, pushing her outstretched hand toward her. "Open your mouth."

Sylvanas obeyed, moaning softly when she felt Tyrande's cock, slowly fattening, pressed to her lips. Its weight was unlike any other cock the Banshee Queen had seen, even on Tauren men. The first thick inch of Tyrande's dick pressed into her mouth, forcing her jaw open. The ashen-skinned ranger groaned appreciatively when a fat dollop of precum spurted from Tyrande's cock, flooding her mouth.

The Kaldorei continued to force more of her phallus into Sylvanas's mouth, the Banshee Queen wiggling her tongue around the monstrous shaft, her head forced backwards as the titanic fuckpole forced its way into her throat. Sylvanas groaned deeply, struggling to keep her head still.

Tyrande moaned in pleasure, leaning over Sylvanas's shoulder. "Oh yes," she whispered to the smaller woman, grabbing the back of her head with one hand, tugging firmly on the pale blonde hair. "Such a good girl. So submissive."

Sylvanas couldn't help but moan loudly in response, her body tensing up as the massive cock invaded her throat, hardening as it filled with blood.

"There we go," Tyrande grunted, pressing her hips forward and burying the entirety of her 18-inch colossus into the other elf's slutty maw, her fat, plump balls resting on Sylvanas's chin.

As the Kaldorei held Sylvanas's head still with her hands, she began to thrust her hips, fucking the Banshee Queen's face. Sylvanas shuddered at the sensation, moaning as she deep throated the huge cock, her throat bulging from the sheer size of that overgrown monstrosity. Her tongue writhed and slithered along the beast's underbelly as she gagged and sucked on it, dragging her lips along its length as it plundered the depths of her whorish throat.

"Mmmph! Mmgh!" Sylvanas moaned and gagged, saliva and precum dribbling down her chin and onto her huge, round elven knockers, now shining with their combined essence.

Tyrande's cock was almost fully buried in Sylvanas's throat, her fat balls hanging precariously close to Sylvanas's chin. The pale-skinned elf couldn't get enough of it, the massive phallus filling her and stretching her gullet from end to end.

"Ahhh... mmmf... ugh... grr..." Sylvanas groaned, unable to speak because of the immense pressure of Tyrande's cock in her throat. "Nnngnn..."

And then she came.

It happened suddenly, as these things tend to do when two powerful forces collide. One moment Sylvanas was desperately trying to keep her mouth shut around Tyrande's cock, the next she was bucking her hips wildly, moaning loudly as the massive cock slammed itself into her mouth, her throat tightening around the colossal shaft as she became caught up in the allure of Tyrande's cock.

It was a good thing Sylvanas had little need of air, for Tyrande was relentless in her vicious throatfucking, her hatred of the Horde palpable in every thrust of her gigantic, veiny spear. And yet, despite the ferocity of this assault, Sylvanas had no desire to fight it, her soft hands gripping the Kaldorei's thighs tightly as she tried to push herself away, her eyes rolled upwards as she watched Tyrande's mighty cock slam into her mouth.

It wasn't long before the priestess came as well, her cock throbbing mightily as she hilted herself into the ranger's throat, holding her face against her crotch. "Auugggnnn!" moaned Tyrande, balls tightening as she dumped a fat load of cum right into the Warchief's stomach, Sylvanas's eyes widening as she felt the warm, sticky fluid flooding her insides.

Tyrande pulled out of Sylvanas's mouth just as quickly as she'd shoved her cock in, the huge shaft glistening wetly with Sylvanas's saliva as it bobbed before the stunned Banshee Queen. Tyrande glanced down at Sylvanas's enormous breasts, watching them jiggle and shake as the Warchief breathed heavily. While she had no need for air, Sylvanas nonetheless felt relief at the cock leaving her throat and she was soon coughing up excess nut, thick strands of semen dangling down onto her overflowing cleavage.

The massive cock reared back again, a look of pure lust in Tyrande's eyes, still hard as steel. She grabbed Sylvanas's hair with one hand and yanked her head back roughly, forcing her victim to meet her gaze. "I wonder what the Horde will think of you when you've been reduced to nothing but a cocksleeve for the Alliance," chuckled the priestess. "On the table, now." She pointed to a nearby table of Kaldorei make.

Sylvanas knew better than to argue. As she stood up, Tyrande grabbed her by the arm and walked her over to the table, pulling her up onto it and pushing her legs apart.

The priestess ran a single digit against the Banshee Queen's leather-clad slit, eliciting a whimper from the elven whore. "Wonder if that tight little cunt of yours can take me..." she whispered, leaning in to nibble at Sylvanas's earlobe, dexterous digits quickly unclasping the thong-like armour she wore. It quickly fell to the ground, exposing the Banshee Queen's legendary ass, dribbling gash peeking out invitingly below the woman's gigantic rump. Those huge, round cheeks were made even more inviting by the stilletto heels that Sylvanas always wore.

"Mmmh, now that's a runner's ass if I've ever seen one," Tyrande teased, fingertips testing Sylvanas's lower lips for a moment, running along that eager slit. Then, with strength surprising even for one as powerful as Tyrande, she lifted Sylvanas upwards and spun about so that Tyrande was now sitting on the table with her tits pressed to Sylvanas's back.

Looking down, Sylvanas could see the Kaldorei's enormous cock, hard as steel and pointing straight up. In this position, had she been a smidge shorter, Sylvanas would have been able to tittyfuck that behemoth meathammer. Instead, she was forced to endure the feel of that throbbing shaft rubbing against her sensitive cunt, a promise of things to come.

"Ooh, just like that," Tyrande cooed, pulling back for a moment and angling herself before lifting her hips slightly off the table, pushing her cock into the Banshee Queen.

With a moan, the Warchief dropped her head backwards and stared at the ceiling. She could feel the heat radiating from Tyrande's cock as it plunged into her pussy, stretching her inner walls to the breaking point.

"Shit," Tyrande hissed, watching Sylvanas respond, the undead Quel'dorei unable to resist the urge to wiggle her ass back and forth, grinding her clit against the Kaldorei's shaft. "You big fucking slut," the priestess whispered in the ranger's ear, making sure to emphasize the word 'slut'.

She leaned in further and began to kiss the back of the Banshee Queen's neck, teasing the Warchief's ear and then sinking her pointed canines into the fleshy lobe, eliciting a sharp cry from the elven bitch. Not enough to seriously hurt her, though the pain was enough to remind Sylvanas of her new position as Whorechief of the Alliance.

"Aah!" The Warchief squealed, shuddering as she felt Tyrande's cock thrusting into her, her body bucking against the table. She could feel the pressure building within her, her orgasm imminent.

"Hmm... yes..." Tyrande growled, grabbing hold of the Dark Lady's chestpiece and tearing it off. Sylvanas's huge, wobbling melons bounced out into freedom and Tyrande was quick to seize the opportunity, her fingers digging into that soft, pliant flesh.

"Ohhh, fuck," groaned the Warchief, writhing atop the Kaldorei as she felt herself being stretched taut by Tyrande's cock, her body's response only increasing the pleasure she was receiving. Their flesh collided repeatedly, with Sylvanas's ass bouncing atop Tyrande while the priestess remained focus on ravaging her new whore, slamming into her repeatedly, with bestial desire.

They were nearly at the peak when the Kaldorei tensed up, her hips beginning to move faster. "Fuck! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she moaned, feeling the orgasm rushing to the surface, her cock throbbing inside of Sylvanas's slick pussy. "Yes, yes!" Tyrande hissed, slamming into the elven woman as fast as she could, trying to milk out every last drop of cum she could find. She wanted to make the Banshee Queen scream and writhe, to let her know exactly what it meant to become her pet.

And then, with a howl, the Dark Lady came, her body convulsing as her cunt gushed all over Tyrande's cock, coating the immense length in wet femininity, much of her essence running down the base of the Kaldorei's shaft to her gargantuan balls. But Tyrande remained resolute, her hips a blur as she pummeled Sylvanas's tight gash for all its worth.

Sylvanas writhed beneath her, her body straining, her ass bouncing wildly as she tried to push back against the Kaldorei's thrusts, her mouth wide open as she screamed and cried out in ecstasy. It was too much, the sheer power of the priestess's cock driving her into the very edge of insanity.

Then, suddenly, Sylvanas gasped as her orgasm tapered off, slowing the torrent of juices flowing out of her cunt. Tyrande pulled out then, both of her own accord and by the spasming of Sylvanas's cunt pushing her out. When her dick exited the banshee's slit, it bounced forward, slinging a thick rope of precum against the ground.

Barely given the time to recover, Sylvanas was immediately spun around so that she lay on her back on the table, enormous grey knockers flattened by gravity as she stared up at a lust-crazed Tyrande. The Kaldorei's cock loomed menacingly over her, covering much of her torso from her slit to her ribcage.

"Fuck me," whimpered the helpless Banshee Queen, staring up into the Kaldorei's eyes. The glare she received in response signaled that her new owner did not take kindly to receiving orders, even ones such as these. "Please, destroy my stupid fucking pussy," Sylvanas corrected.

Tyrande chuckled in approval, angling her hips backwards so that her cockhead teased the banshee's hungry snatch. "That's right, whore. Beg for my cock," she said, leaning in close and licking the elven woman's earlobe. "Beg. I'll do it if you want."

The Warchief squirmed on the table, her body trembling from the intensity of it all. "I-I want your cock," she whined.

"Good," Tyrande purred. She placed the tip of her cock against the elf's waiting pussy, allowing the head to slowly slide between the folds. Then she pushed forward, forcing the first inch of her dick into the banshee queen's twitching hole.

Sylvanas winced as the massive shaft slid into her, stretching her insides once more. "Fuck... fuck... fuck..." she moaned. Tyrande's cock was amazing, no other word could describe it. It was like she was getting fucked by a giant, but the pleasure it delivered far outweighed any discomfort.

"Mmmmmmmhmmm," Tyrande moaned, sliding her thick cock deeper into the warm, tight cavern of the banshee's cunt. "Such a good slut, begging for cock. So eager to please... to be used and abused. You're such a little whore, aren't you?"

Sylvanas shuddered as Tyrande started to pound her pussy. "Hnnnngggggghhhhhh," she moaned. "Harder! Fuck me harder!"

The Kaldorei responded instantly, pulling back to slam her cock deep into the banshee queen again. She kept this pace up until she had sunken nearly eight inches into her lover, then began to pull out completely before slamming herself back in hard, sinking another two. With each successive thrust, the banshee winced and groaned, her voice becoming louder and more desperate.

"Yes, yes, yes! God, fuck me harder!" she shrieked.

Tyrande obliged, pounding her prey mercilessly, her pelvis slapping against the banshee's. Her fingers gripping the elf's enormous, bouncing melon, the Kaldorei leaned in to suck and nibble at the delicious flesh as she kept ramming herself into those warm depths.

Each time the priestess's hips slammed into the Banshee Queen's ass, she felt something within her spasm, and she knew that the banshee was cumming. She loved knowing that having her cunt destroyed made Sylvanas cum hard, every successive release bringing her closer to having her mind utterly broken.

Sylvanas grunted loudly as another orgasm rocked her body. "Harder! Harder!" she begged, breathlessly panting.

Tyrande didn't relent, continuing to pound her pet with all the force she could muster. Her entire body seemed to tremble as she continued to hammer the Dark Lady's pussy, her hands gripping the elven woman's fantastic tits as she drove her cock into her at full speed.

"Yes!" shrieked the banshee queen, feeling her toes curl as another orgasm surged through her body. She had never been fucked so thoroughly in her life.

Then it happened. Suddenly, the tightness in her pussy grew tighter still, squeezing Tyrande's cock as tightly as any virgin priestess's pussy ever could. And then came the flood.

The first gush of hot, sticky seed erupted from Tyrande's cock, splashing into the banshee queen's pussy and flooding her womb with the elven woman's thick, warm cum. What felt like gallons more cum was pushed into the Whorechief's womb, stretching it with enough seed to drown a gnome.

Tyrande's muscles seized as her orgasm continued and she leaned in, planting her lips against Sylvanas's, the two exchanging a lecherous kiss, tongues intertwined as they rode their lusts to completion. The moment was blissful, the two moaning into one another's mouths as they kissed, the only sounds in the room the wet smacking of skin and the heavy breathing of both women.

It took a few moments for the elven priestess to stop cumming, even with the help of Tyrande's copious seed, and when it finally did end, Tyrande pulled her cock out of the banshee's otherworldly cunt, releasing a load of creamy cum which spilled down the banshee queen's ass and onto the table.

Absent-mindedly, Sylvanas reached down with one hand to rub her clit a little, as though trying to prolong the echoes of her orgasm.

Tyrande, meanwhile, had not finished. The excitement of turning the Horde's Warchief into a cock-addicted cumwhore was such that her cock had remained fully hard, still dribbling with a mixture of both women's juices. She was now stroking herself, her eyes closed in pleasure as her fist ran up and down the behemoth she-prick, watching Sylvanas pleasure herself casually.

"Oh... Oh fuck," the banshee gasped, her fingers plunging deeper into her cunt. "This... feels so good..." As she fucked herself with two then three fingers, Sylvanas's chest heaved, her other hand rapidly reaching to grip her melon-sized tit.

Tyrande's hand sped up, her fist pumping faster and faster, her free hand now making contact with her breasts, kneading her huge tits roughly. She felt a pressure building inside her, and knew exactly how she wanted to release it. "Mmmmmm..." she moaned softly, before leaning over to press her mouth against the side of the Banshee Queen's neck.

"I can feel you getting close, slut," she whispered into the banshee's ear. "You want my cock in your pussy again, don't you?"

Sylvanas nodded frantically, her fingers working furiously. "Yes! Fuck me, please."

"Hmm, might be that I could give your cunt another go..." Tyrande purred, stroking the head of her gigantic cock up and down Sylvanas's folds. "But for now, I've got other plans," she said, walking to the other side of the table so that she stood near the grey-skinned woman's head.

Sylvanas looked up, only to have her vision entirely obscured by Tyrande's behemoth fuckpillar, a potent aroma of cum and her own juices filling her nostrils.

"You were so good earlier when I took your throat," Tyrande said, reaching down to place both hands upon Sylvanas's obscene elf-tits, squeezing and kneading them roughly, flesh overflowing between her fingers. "Still can't believe those reports were true," the priestess added, chuckling. "The legendary Sylvanas Windrunner is nothing but a dick-brained skank," she continued, moving her hips back and forth so her gigantic cock could rub along Sylvanas's face, resting against her forehead, nose and lips.

The banshee slut's tongue slithered from her mouth to meet her mistress's gargantuan cock, slathering the already slick meat-hammer with even more saliva. "I'm a cum-hungry whore," the banshee grunted, her voice sounding odd coming from somewhere around Tyrande's cock.

"Indeed you are," the priestess replied, slapping her big cockhead against the Banshee Queen's face, lewd slapping noises echoing in the tent. "Wonder if there are any cocks in the Horde you haven't serviced yet?" she laughed. "Might be I'll throw you in the cells with the prisoners, give them a bit of entertainment. Maiev's been asking for something to keep her prisoners from going too crazy."

Sylvanas groaned, rolling her head as the giant cock slapped across her face. "Oh fuck, please do," she begged, her fingers digging into the table as her body tensed up. She moaned loudly, as she fingerfucked herself desperately, cum squelching around her pumping digits to puddle below her ass. "Please, Mistress," she whimpered, her voice strained. "I need it... I need your cock inside me!"

"And I will give it to you," Tyrande said, reaching down to grab the back of the banshee's head, forcing it onto the enormous length. "Good girl," she praised, sliding her massive cock into the banshee's mouth, silencing her as Tyrande's cock filled her throat.

"Mmmph!" the banshee managed to grunt, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she struggled against the weight of Tyrande's monster prick.

Tyrande chuckled, using a free hand to maul the banshee's mountainous mammaries as her other hand guided her cock slowly into Sylvanas's throat once more. She watched as the former Ranger-General's eyes widened, her throat stretching to accomodate the thick slab of meat being forced into it. The banshee was too weak, too cock-addled to resist Tyrande's assault.

"Oh yeah, that's it, slut," Tyrande cooed, pressing her cock against the back of the banshee's throat, feeling the warm, wet walls try to swallow her entire shaft, massaging the entire length of her throbbing monolith. "That's it, take every last fucking inch..."

Her words rang hollow in the ears of the banshee, her head rocking back and forth on the table, head and throat stuffed full of Tyrande's cock. Soon, that gigantic bulge had traveled from her throat to her tits, quite visible from the outside. While such a thing would not have been possible on a regular woman, the Whorechief's undead phyisiology allowed her feats that normal women wouldn't even dare dream of, such as having their throat stuffed full of cockmeat for minutes on end, where she would be unable to breathe.

Tyrande let go of the sides of the banshee's head, watching as the monster cock disappeared into the banshee's mouth, her lips closing around the base of Tyrande's cock. Both the Kaldorei's hands were now on Sylvana's enormous grey breasts, massaging them and groping them as she slowly started moving her hips back and forth. She felt the muscles of the banshee's throat flex, trying to expel the huge cock from her throat, and smiled.

Able to feel the banshee's tits against the sides of her cock, Tyrande pressed harder against those monumental tits, feeling massaging her fat, throbbing bulge through the Dark Lady's throat and chest. "Elune save me, you were made for this, shit," Tyrande grunted as her cock slid back and forth in the slut's throat.

Sliding her hands up to the banshee's jaw, Tyrande shoved her cock into her throat as far as it could go, grabbing hold of the sides of the banshee's head to keep her in place, not wanting to risk the bitch choking or falling off the table. Tyrande held her breath, enjoying the feeling of her cock being swallowed, knowing that it was taking everything that little slut's body had to keep her head down there. It seemed that these undead really did need air, though simply not as much as mortal beings did.

Soon, long streaks of eyeliner were running from the Whorechief's watery eyes as she tried to swallow the High Priestess's titanic pussy destroying dick. With a loud moan, the banshee pulled at the sides of her head, trying to get some air, but Tyrande merely tightened her grip on the sides of the banshee's head, allowing the undead cumdump to adjust and get used to her new position.

"Mmmmmph!" the banshee groaned, whimpering as she took another inch of cock, her throat trying to stretch further than it ever had before.

Tyrande grunted, giving the banshee's tits a few more firm squeezes, causing the former elf to moan louder. Tyrande wasn't sure if she should just pull out and fuck the banshee's throat like that, or whether she should just keep going until she'd gotten the whole thing down her gullet...

Sensing that the Whorechief was getting close, as her agile hands had never stopped playing with her dripping gash, Tyrande moved her hands to the Banshee's massive tits, squeezing them firmly as she continued pumping her enormous cock into the banshee's throat. The sensation of the woman's throat mixed with the feeling of her tits against her behemoth she-dick was heavenly, greater than any divine blessing she'd ever been given by Elune.

Breathing heavily, Tyrande looked down to see Sylvanas's glowing red eyes covered by her own gigantic nutsack, the twin orbs smacking repeatedly against the slut's face with every thrust of her gigantic fuckhammer. Looking down, the Kaldorei grinned as she saw Sylvanas pleasuring herself, the dumb slut having lost her mind.

Every thrust of her cock brought Tyrande closer to release, and she started hammering into the moaning slut, trying to test her limits. She hadn't had any air for probably three minutes now as she slammed herself in to the hilt repeatedly, fucking Sylvanas's throat and her tits simultaneously. The table creaked beneath them, the Whorechief starting to wonder how long they could last if she kept this up.

With a deep grunt, Tyrande pushed her hips forward, shoving another couple inches past the Banshee's throat. The Kaldorei felt the banshee's throat constrict around her cock again, trying to expel her immense member from its depths, but Tyrande's hips didn't stop, she kept pushing into the banshee's throat, making the banshee gag and drool all over.

As her cock completely filled the banshee's throat, Tyrande felt the banshee's tongue wrap around the base of her shaft, and Tyrande let out a loud growl as she came, her cock pulsating inside the undead whore's mouth. She could feel the banshee's tongue licking the underside of her cock, caressing her balls. How fucking long was this slut's tongue and why the fuck hadn't she used it like this before? thought Tyrande as she kept on violently fucking Sylvanas's face, balls slamming into the dumb cunt's head with enough force to concuss a lesser being.

But Sylvanas's mind was already broken, and the drooling banshee happily took every ounce of cum into her stomach as Tyrande started pumping gallons of hot, creamy ballbatter deep into her new cockslave's stomach, filling it to the brim. As she unloaded, Tyrande felt a few strands of cum escape from the banshee's lips and roll down the grey-skinned archer's face, which was soon slathered in potent seed, the smell of which made the pale blonde dizzy and prompting another orgasm from her.

Tyrande then pulled out from the cumming bitch after a few gallons had been pumped into Sylvanas's throat and belly, fat ropes of cum, thicker than her finger, shot against the banshee's body, tits and stomach soon plastered in creamy goop. The cum immediately began trickling down the banshee's body, coating her breasts, belly, and thighs in thick, sticky white cum.

She then leaned over, grabbed the banshee by the neck, and gave her a long kiss, savoring the taste of her own cum in the slut's mouth, and the two soon exchanged much of what Sylvanas was struggling to swallow, her breath mingled with the whore's, both women totally spent and covered in aller manner of juices.

It was then that Sylvanas heard a loud click and the cold touch of metal around her neck, only to see that Tyrande had placed a thorium collar around her neck, tied to a similar blue-white chain. She was not angry, not mad. The Banshee Queen was now to be a cockslave for the High Priestess of Elune, a mere toy to be fucked and used by any and all that the priestess wanted.

When Tyrande was done with the Banshee Queen, there would be little left of the proud Ranger-General that once was and all of her holes would serve as a receptacle for the High Priestess's endless lusts.

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The Sentinel Army had taken The Crossroads, center of Horde power in the Barrens. After seeing Sylvanas Windrunner reduced to a slobbering cockslave, the Horde's morale had been shattered and the Kaldorei military swept through their assembled forces, heading straight into the southern sun-scorched plains.

The night elves had shown little in the way of mercy when they attacked the settlement and now, in its stead stood the charred remains of leather tents and wooden towers. Those who had survived the attack were brought as prisoners to be watched over by the Wardens. Tents and fortifications had been built in the smoldering ruins, mostly to shield the nocturnal Kaldorei's sensitive eyes from the sun.

As the prisoners were being led northward to the prisons of Ashenvale, many of them could hear lewd slurping and moaning sounds coming from the largest tent, built next to what had once been the inn. If any were to risk a look to that tent, they would see Tyrande Whisperwind sat in a chair, loincloth pulled aside, a throbbing spire of meat jutting from between her legs, a satisfied smirk on her full lips as she watched so many of the Horde being taken prisoner.

At the High Priestess's feet knelt two figures, their naked forms covered only by cupless corsets made to look like their usual armor and stilletto boots. To Tyrande's right was Shandris Feathermoon, General of the Sentinel Army and to her left knelt Sylvanas Windrunner, former Warchief of the Horde.

Tied to the ground by a metal collar and chain, Sylvanas spent much of her time servicing Tyrande or getting her holes destroyed by the priestess's gigantic she-cock, her holes always dripping with the Kaldorei's thick nut. More often than not, Shandris would join in, using her mouth and agile fingers to pleasure the pair of ladies.

The three were currently enjoying a well-deserved break before the army continued marching, and indeed, Tyrande was more than happy to take advantage of the opportunity to get off, especially with so much pussy available. Few were those who could resist the pull of her mammoth prick, but she would always prefer the two cock-addicts before her. Even now, Sylvanas and Shandris were happily licking and slurping at her overgrown schlong, eager to feel it pounding against their throats and pussies.

"Ahhhhhh," moaned Tyrande, her heavy balls resting heavily on Shandris's chin. "What's our next target, Shandris?" asked the priestess, watching as a fat dollop of precum fell from the tip of her cock to splatter on Sylvanas's head, the collared woman desperately attempting to catch some on her tongue.

"We'll be heading into Durotar next," replied Shandris, now taking long, slow licks up the underside of Tyrande's shaft. "We've already conquered the Barrens, and once we've taken Razor Hill, we'll be able to lay siege to Orgrimmar. The goblin towns of Azshara have already been decimated."

"I do hope a few goblin skanks have been placed behind bars, I've always wanted to pay the little cunts for all the trees they've cut down in Ashenvale," said Tyrande. She leaned down to kiss Shandris on the lips and the Sentinel General returned the gesture. The two women kissed passionately for a moment, tongues dueling, before Shandris broke away to continue her oral assault on Tyrande's dick.

Sylvanas and Shandris worked in unison, each using one hand to stroke Tyrande's massive cock while the other used it to play with herself, their asses thrust out toward's the tent's entrance for all to see. Between the three, they had managed to make a mess of the ground, the typically dry grass of the Barrens matted all manner of juices, cum and pussy juice mainly.

Shandris finally took her mouth off Tyrande's enormous rod, giving the huge cockhead a long lick with her tongue before moving back to her own twat. She rubbed her clit furiously, shoving her fingers deep inside herself, using her thumb to stimulate her clit. After a minute, the Sentinel General let out a loud moan and began to cum, her warm juices flowing out across the ground and around her fingers.

She then turned to Sylvanas, kissing her deeply, briefly pulling her away from servicing the High Priestess. The women's hands never left the midnight-haired Tyrande's cock for a moment as their tongues danced.

"You're going to be the death of me, Shandris," whispered Tyrande, her voice husky and low. The big-titted priestess then looked over at her adopted daughter and her banshee-slave, a smile on her face. Her fingers pushed her throbbing fuckspire downwards until it separated the two kissing elves, the two pairs of lips each now making out with Tyrande's shaft. A groan left the High Priestess's lips as she watched her gigantic fuckhammer being sandwiched by the mouths of two desperate, horny cock-addicts.

"Elune save me. Fuck, you two are insatiable," uttered Tyrande, knowing full well that the same statement applied to her. She had spent the majority of this war campaign fucking and blowing loads left and right, the thrill of battle causing her lusts to surge constantly and near unexpectedly.

"You have been blessed by Elune," giggled Shandris. "It is only natural that we worship such a blessing, mother."

"And you were gifted by Elune as well," grunted the High Priestess almost lovingly, shoving Shandris's head against her cock. Tyrande watched intently as they both moved in sync, lips moving from the tip to the base of the gigantic she-cock, dripping precum constantly onto the ground. Shandris was rewarded when Tyrande gave her a particularly hard shove, driving her head deeper between her breasts. The Sentinel General moaned loudly, a mixture of pleasure and frustration. Her lips were so close to the enormous fuck-pole's helm, yet she wanted to tease her mother a bit more.

"That's it, keep going," cooed Tyrande. "You know how much I love seeing my children enjoying themselves." She then placed one hand behind both heads.

Sylvanas, who had until then remained silent, looked up at Tyrande. "I need your cum, mistress," she pleaded, biting her lower lip and squeezing one of her huge elven tits. "It's been hours since I've last tasted your seed," the once-proud Warchief said.

"What do you say, Shandris? Help out our pet?" Tyrande asked Shandris, as a Queen asking a General for counsel.

Shandris pulled her face reluctantly from her mother's all-consuming dick. "Hm, she has helped our troops' morale considerably. I think a reward may be in order," she said, eyeing the Banshee Whore who was now moving to the tip of Tyrande's spear.

Tyrande nodded. "Very well." She then removed her hands from Shandris's head. "Come here, child," ordered the High Priestess.

The younger elf obeyed immediately, standing up and lowering herself so that her exposed cunt rested atop Tyrande's saliva-coated monster, straddling the veiny beast.

"How does this feel?" queried Shandris, slowly sliding her slick gash along her mother's behemoth elf-cock.

"Yes, very good!" grunted the High Priestess, grabbing the back of her daughter's head and pushing her down so that her head rested on one of her enormous lavender-hued tits.

Shandris's mouth soon found her mother's nipple, eliciting a moan from the priestess, just as Sylvanas began licking and suckling at Tyrande's cockhead, savouring that plentiful precum, gulping down every drop she could.

The banshee's tongue was otherworldly, her skill nearly unmatched. In more than ten millenia, Tyrande had to admit that the Whorechief was among the best cockslurping whores she had met. Moans and groans of pleasure and satisfaction echoed out of the tent, signaling to all in the camp what was going on.

Tyrande's moaning was becoming louder as her daughter ran her perfect pussy along her veiny length, Sylvanas slobbering all over her colossal dick, taking it inch by inch, deeper into her slutty gullet until it reached her throat.

Then came the moment Tyrande was waiting for. It was time to make her daughter scream, and she knew exactly how to make her do so.

Pulling Shandris's head off her tit, Tyrande plunged her tongue into her mouth, slowly moving her hips back and forth, rapidly increasing in speed until Shandris's clit rubbed hard and fast against her mother's massive dick as Sylvanas sucked at her mistress's length like a starving beast. Soon, Sylvanas found her face constantly pummelled by Shandris's considerable ass, her nose often plunged into the crevice between those monumental cheeks, as she coaxed another release from her queen.

Tyrande enjoyed the feeling of her daughter's tongue on hers, the taste of her Shandris's saliva. Both her hands reached down to grip the other elf's meaty cheeks, squeezing them roughly as she kept on facefucking Sylvanas, the whore's face a mess of slobber and precum, running down her chin and neck and to her fat grey knockers.

Soon, Tyrande couldn't hold back any longer, the sheer force of her desire too overwhelming, and she let go of Shandris's ass, allowing her to slide down her mother's shaft, until she was sitting on top of her mother's lap, her arms wrapped around Tyrande.

Shandris howled as she came from her mother's cock rubbing against her sensitive gash, and Tyrande soon joined her in that blissful release. Her cock throbbed powerfully and Sylvanas soon found herself swallowing gallons upon gallons of goopy jizz, those blasts powerful enough to flood her throat and stomach immediately.

The Banshee Queen loved that kind of warm, wet sensation in her belly, the way the cum made her mouth water for more. She knew her mistress would never stop until she had sucked her dry, and she was happy to oblige, though that was a futile endeavor. No matter how much Tyrande came, there was always more.

Sylvanas felt like her heart would burst with joy, as her mistress continued to pump thick ropes of cum down her throat. Every time the Kaldorei High Priestess erupted, her body trembled, as her mind went blank from the sheer pleasure, that massive elven-cock flexing with enough force to lift Shandris somewhat.

Screaming with unrestrained bliss, Shandris and Tyrande came and came until they fell onto one another, spent and with Sylvanas receiving the remnants of Tyrande's orgasm onto her face and tits. She was a mess, as she typically was, and was soon licking that delicious spunk off her ridiculous, oversized melons.

The two Kaldorei women were completely exhausted, barely able to move, but not before Tyrande gave Sylvanas one last load, letting the creamy payload splatter onto the former elf's beautiful chest.

With that, Tyrande rose to her feet, her mammoth cock once again flaccid, a bit smaller than usual, a testament to the incredible amount of cum that had just been blasted into Sylvanas, her favored cumdump. She stretched, allowing the flap of her robes to fall back down, offering some semblance of modesty, as though her fat tits weren't still out in the open.

It was then that a sentinel burst into the tent, panic in her eyes. "High Priestess! The Horde advances on our position!"

"Fuck's sake, I was really looking forward to giving our new prisoners a test fuck," mumbled Tyrande.