Sylvanas Vs 2 Orcs

For such an elite unit, being a member of the Kor'kron Guard wasn't particularly exciting or eventful. The days were long and hot, and generally involved standing around or patrolling the grounds of the warchief's residence. Boredom was the norm. In the two months that he'd been assigned to Sylvanas there had only been one instance where he'd needed to get physical. A drunken troll had stood outside Grommash Hold shouting to the world, and in great detail no less, what he'd like to do to Sylvanas' body, as well as each and every one of her holes.

He couldn't blame the troll for harboring such desires, but acting like a fool in public? Disturbing his daydreaming? Unacceptable.

Grezz yawned, the sound dull and muffled within his iron helmet. The footsteps of another guard drawing near caused him to straighten up, but when he saw who it was he relaxed.

"Hey Grezz," Krella said, stopping in front of him and the door he was guarding. She was a slim, athletic orc, with armor that molded itself around her curves. Strong and more than just a little pleasing on the eyes, they'd had a casual relationship ever since they were both transferred to Grommash Hold two months ago.

He grunted a greeting. "Where were you? Rubbing one out in a storage room?"

"Nope." There was a long pause before she spoke again. "Did you know that Sylvanas fucks goblins?"

"Uh-huh."

"I'm serious."

"Uh-huh."

She made an irritated noise and grabbed him by the arm. "Come on, I'll show you."

"I'm working here," he complained, resisting her pull.

"You're guarding an empty fucking cell," she snapped. "Come on, it'll only take a minute."

This time he allowed her to drag him away from his post. They hurried through Grommash Hold, venturing deeper and deeper into the massive complex until they were in a largely underutilized section of the building. It was darker and more sparsely decorated, not to mention empty of both guards and workers.

Krella slowed and whispered for him to be quiet. He rolled his eyes but did as he was told, walking on deliberately silent footsteps to a doorway obstructed by nothing more than a leather tapestry made from kodo hide with a slit down the middle. Bringing a finger to her lips, she shushed him again and with that same finger reached out to peel back the tapestry.

He blinked as if dismissing a vision from a dream, but then his eyes widened as he witnessed what Krella had been speaking of. In the middle of the lushly carpeted room were a pair of goblins and the Dark Lady herself. She was riding a female goblin, bouncing herself on what appeared to be a strap-on while she suckled on another goblin's cockhead. The group's moans hit the Kor'kron all at once, loud and dirty, while the wet squelching and slapping of Sylvanas' body reverberated around the room.

They watched for only a few seconds before Krella delicately put the tapestry back in place and tiptoed away. He followed, and once they were far enough away he took a big gulp of air, realizing that he'd been holding his breath.

"See?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said slowly, a hint of acid creeping into his voice. "I've heard rumors about her and orcs and worgen, but goblins?"

Krella shrugged. "Orc dick, goblin dick—so she likes a bit of everything?"

"Would you fuck a goblin?"

"No. I don't think so." She laughed a little. "Why do you care? We aren't exclusive are we?"

"We aren't. But—"

"You're mad she's not fucking you? We've only been here for a couple months. She probably doesn't even know your name."

"Two months is long enough," he said. "Two months I've been standing in front of this door while she's been fucking a couple of goblins." He shook his head. "I'm gonna get under that cape of hers, Krella. Follow my lead and we both will."

Krella disregarded his comment with a shrug. "Whatever you say big boy. Now, about that storage room..."

***

A week of nothing at all went by. Grezz did his job like normal, but whenever he got the chance he'd steal lewd glances at the Dark Lady and those impossible curves of hers which strained against her armor. Unfortunately, those opportunities didn't come up very often. There were few times he got to see her, much less talk to her, for Sylvanas moved like a shadow; and so he resolved to make his move on the one day of the week he was guaranteed to see her up close: during inspection. Krella had advised him against it, but he'd worked on her for days and got her on board. They both wanted to fuck the warchief, and he was going to make it happen.

During inspection, Sylvanas carefully appraised the Kor'kron, her gaze hard, her boots drawing circles around them, and her hands clasped loosely behind her back. Naturally, she found nothing worth reprimanding them for, and had expected nothing less. Their armor was well shined, their posture perfect, their eyes staring obediently ahead of them. They were supposed to be the best of the orcish army, and she held them to appropriately high standards.

The whole thing was over almost as soon as it began. She barked a few new orders regarding their posts and then waved a hand. "Dismissed."

The Kor'kron filed out of the room, throwing curious glances back at Grezz and Krella. Neither of them moved to join their fellow guards, and instead remained at attention until finally it was just the two of them remaining. He could sense that she was nervous. Surprisingly, he was not.

That changed when Sylvanas turned back to look at them, the red pits of her eyes glowing like flames within her lovely face. She scanned back and forth between them expectantly.

"Yes?" she asked.

Her features were stern, her tone no-nonsense, but there appeared to be a glimmer of amusement beneath her harsh veneer. No doubt she sensed their unease.

"Warchief," he began, and then hesitated.

"Is there something you need?" she asked.

"Not exactly. Me and my partner were just wondering if you needed any help with more private matters. Anything at all."

Sylvanas' eyes slowly channeled themselves upon Krella, who tensed up and gave a sharp nod of agreement. "I have no need of such help," she said with a wave of her hand. "You are both dismissed."

"We'll do just as good a job as those goblins," Krella blurted.

Sylvanas turned and eyed the female orc. "Goblins?"

By this point both Kor'kron were sweating. Why did Krella have to show him that threesome? Why did Grezz have to come up with this shitty plan?

"You spied on me? Your warchief?"

Krella's eyes widened and her head shook back and forth so fast her purple hair whipped around. "No! I was just patrolling and..."

"And?"

"I got lost... and I heard noises. I didn't mean to."

Sylvanas folded her arms under her impressive bust. "I see. And you two figured I would just spread my legs if asked?" Her eyebrows were raised, but despite the anger in her voice it looked as if she were enjoying watching them squirm.

"We just wanted to let you know that you can use us as you please... for that sort of thing," Grezz said, attempting to diffuse her anger.

Sylvanas laughed. It was a curt, feminine laugh, but felt queerly out of place coming from the dark and deadly Banshee Queen. "How noble." She turned then, and without her cloak on they got an eyeful of her ass straining against the leather of her trousers, large and round and undulating as she walked. "I take what I please. However, I also admire the bold, and it's been weeks since I've last had orc."

"So..."

She half-turned to face them. "So I'll make a deal with the two of you fools: we'll have some fun together, but if you don't satisfy me properly I'll ship you off to chop wood with the peons in Ashenvale. Understood?"

Grezz and Krella exchanged a look, then turned to Sylvanas and nodded.

The Dark Lady's lips curved into an unnerving smile, revealing a pair of sharp elven canines. "Follow me."

***

She led them into the dimly lit chamber that they had spied her in a week prior. It was sparsely decorated, with animal pelts furnishing the walls and a huge rug of stitched-together animal hide upon the floor. They lined up as if for inspection again, and this time Sylvanas seemed less austere and more eager, as if she was actually looking forward to getting fucked. According to rumors she was a nympho, so this wasn't totally surprising. And though they were eager to make love to the Dark Lady, her threat of reducing the two of them to peons did not escape them. But, like all orcs, they seized upon this challenge as motivation.

Sylvanas stood tall and imperiously, a little smirk on her face. She had nice long legs and overflowing cleavage that fought against the confines of her armor. It was odd that she wasn't wearing her usual cloak, but as such her silvery-blonde hair fell freely over her shoulders, almost scandalous given her propensity to hide it within her hood.

"Strip," she ordered. "Both of you."

They shed their armor and stripped down to their bare skin quicker than they ever had before. When they were through, Sylvanas inspected them for the second time that day, taking in the two orcs with hungry eyes.

Above average in height and rather muscular, Grezz had a body that most orcish women would be quite taken with. The hair on his chest was as black as the hair on his head, his skin a deep green, his eyes hazel, and while his face was not conventionally attractive, it was ruggedly handsome in a way that Sylvanas found pleasing. She wet her lips and turned her attention towards the female orc in front of her.

Krella was just as tall as her partner, and although she was fairly muscular in her own right, the womanly aspect of her curves was just as pronounced. There was, in a sense, a rugged attractiveness to her as well, but this was primarily due to her race, which was inherently different than the elegant elven standard Sylvanas was still accustomed to. She had a warrior's body, with strong arms and legs, but her green skin, lighter than Grezz's, appeared soft. Her breasts, while not exactly large, were full and of a respectable size. Dark purple hair framed a feminine face, tiny tusks, and amber eyes that glowed with a robust spirit that Sylvanas hoped carried over into the bedroom.

The two of them would do nicely.

Removing her gloves and tossing them onto a nearby desk, Sylvanas sauntered towards them, running her hands over Grezz's bare chest. For a moment she admired the firmness of those muscular planes, but then her hands ventured downwards until they were cupping his balls and stroking his manhood. Through her skill and his own healthy libido, he was hard as a rock in no time at all and dripping pre-cum onto her fingers. She gave him one final squeeze of the balls and one last stroke of his cock before stepping over and turning her attention to Krella.

Sylvanas fondled her much the same, groping the orc's breasts, squeezing them and hefting them in her hands as if evaluating fine fruit. They were as nice to feel as they were to look at, and she nodded approvingly. She reached around the orc, grabbing great handfuls of her ass. Krella tensed, hardening her glutes, but then she relaxed and allowed Sylvanas to do as she pleased, kneading her cheeks and giving one a sharp slap that made her nearly jump.

Then, she slipped a hand down between Krella's legs, through a tiny, well maintained tuft of purple hair, and slipped a finger along the length of her slit. It was a brief touch, but the orc gasped, lightly, and Sylvanas smiled.

Stepping back and away from them, she nodded again. "You'll both do fine." She raised her arms in an inviting gesture. "Now, come and strip your warchief."

This was an order they were all too happy to carry out. Eager green hands pawed at her armor, careful but quick, taking her apart piece by piece and setting her armor upon the table. More and more of her blue skin revealed itself. Glimpses of toned arms, wide womanly hips, a slender neck, powerful thighs, a beautifully carved stomach, and, at last, the entirety of her naked figure.

Tall and deadly beautiful, Sylvanas was only a few inches shorter than the duo of orcs, with large, full breasts hanging deliciously atop her chest that were crowned with purple nipples. Her tits were as proud as she was, and as a whole she was very much the perfect picture of elven sex appeal. Lithe, graceful, but carved into a healthy shape of muscles and absurd curves.

Krella, who had maneuvered herself behind the Dark Lady while stripping her, admired the muscular tone of her back with her hands, venturing down past a small waist, flared hips, and settling upon the great bubbly cheeks of Sylvanas' behind.

"I don't know what you ate or what your exercise regimen was back in Quel'thalas, but your ass sure is fat," Krella said, and then hesitated. "In a good way I mean. No offense intended."

"None taken," Sylvanas replied, her attention focused upon Grezz's hands as they groped at her breasts. Each was a good handful even for the large orc, and when he pinched at her nipples she felt a surge of pleasure flow through her.

Four hands worked her body into a fever, squeezing and kneading at the flesh of her ass, the swell of her big tits. And all the while she could feel the male orc's throbbing erection pressing against her abs, dribbling pre-cum onto them. She looked down at it, feeling a profound desire to suck it and taste his seed, but he drew her into a kiss that she did not resist. Deep and hot, she sought his tongue and sucked on that instead, and when she felt another tongue licking at her ass cheeks, trailing between them and licking at her little hole, she moaned.

Krella gripped Sylvanas' thick cheeks and spread them, squeezed them as she ate out her warchief with an almost insatiable hunger. She tasted her, made her squirm back against her face, and after a minute or so she gave Sylvanas a hard slap on the ass and then stood up. Grezz was grinding himself against her, teasing his cock against her stomach while he kissed her, and when Krella stood up she followed suit, pressing her breasts into Sylvanas' back and rolling her hips so that her clit rubbed against the large hump of Sylvanas' ass.

The two orcs sandwiched the warchief's smaller body, kissed her lips, her shoulders, her neck. They formed a debaucherous mass that grew wetter by the second, and when Krella slipped her hand down between Sylvanas' thighs to feel at her hot wetness, Sylvanas shuddered and forcibly broke away from them.

"Enough of that," she said. Sinking to her knees in front of Grezz, she channeled her sight upon the green appendage jutting out in front of her like a one eyed beast. She brought a finger to the tip of his cock, pressing it against his slit and smearing a dollop of pre-cum leaking from it. "Well, you're certainly an orc," she mused.

She reached out and grasped it, holding it firmly at its thick base. As she'd been with many orcs before, the weight and feel of it was familiar but no less pleasing. Long, fat, and hard with great pulsing veins beneath its emerald skin, Grezz's cock exuded an aura of masculinity that she couldn't help but crave.

Three long strokes of the hand served to varnish his shaft in a glossy layer of pre-cum that dribbled heavily and easily from its source. Her hands moved to his hips, her full lips to his broad cockhead, engulfing him in a cloak of warmth and saliva. Her mouth opened wide around him, taking every inch of him slowly and deliberately. Not due to any real difficulty, but simply because she wanted to thoroughly taste him, to make him squirm as she swallowed his cock whole.

Grezz groaned, watching with wide eyed amazement as the Dark Lady sucked his dick down her throat like it was nothing, her plump lips creeping forward until there was nothing left to take. And when every inch had been devoured, she looked up at him with those simmering red eyes, her lips and nose pressed against his groin without the slightest hint of strain upon her face, her throat distended with the shape of his cock.

She swallowed, flexing the muscles of her throat, slithering her hidden tongue beneath the slab of manhood wrapped around her lips, and after half a minute or so of nursing his cock within her mouth she pulled away. Slowly, her eyes never leaving his, she retreated from his tool until it fell from her lips with a sharp pop. An abundance of spittle bridged the gap between mouth and cockhead, and so she licked her lips in a highly unladylike manner whilst bringing a hand up to grasp at his shaft. She stroked it with long pulls of the hand and glanced over at Krella who was watching with just as much amazement as her partner was.

"Care to join me?" she asked, taking the orc's cock back into her mouth and noisily slurping on the head.

"Fuck yeah." Grinning, Krella dropped down to her knees next to Sylvanas. The warchief made room for her underling, scooting aside so that they could both properly attend to Grezz's manhood.

While Sylvanas continued to suck on the bulbous tip of his cock, Krella instead used her tongue to bathe him in her saliva, drawing long lines of spit across his girth and ducking beneath to lap at the neglected underside.

The two women worked well as a team, orc and elf, sucking and licking and kissing the hulking meat before them. And when the Dark Lady craved more and inched her plum colored lips further down the monstrous green length of his shaft, Krella fell back closer and closer to the base, until she was lapping at Grezz's balls, suckling on each of his testicles like she couldn't get enough. Her nose inhaled his scent, her mouth tasted him, and while she worshiped his sack Sylvanas throated him with complete ease.

It was almost too much, too good. Grezz struggled not to blow his hot load down Sylvanas' throat right then and there. He tried to close his eyes to get the image of them devouring his cock and balls out of his mind, but whenever he did so Sylvanas would only intensify her whorish ministrations and dig her nails into his skin.

There could be no doubt that the rumors were true. The Dark Lady sucked dick beyond the level of any expert whore, and on top of that she craved it. How many other Kor'kron, worgen prisoners, or other such beasts she had lain with he did not know, but with how skillfully she used her mouth, how hungrily she devoured his cock, it was clearly an order of magnitude even greater than the rumors would have one believe.

Cursing, he gripped them both by the head, one hand fisting purple locks and the other blonde. He pulled them both away from him and instructed Sylvanas to open wide.

A faint curve of her lips pulled at her regal, almost smug face. Then she obeyed, tilting her head up slightly and issuing forth her tongue in invitation. He took it, slapping his fat cockhead against her tongue a few times before sliding it back inside the welcoming embrace of her mouth. Moving both hands to her skull so that he had an ironclad grip on her, he pressed her long ears against her head and tested the waters with a practice stroke deep into her gullet. She took him without issue, just as she had before, and so he withdrew and thrust forward again. Repeating this, he built up speed, his hips working against her face until after about half a dozen strokes or so he was fucking Sylvanas' face, filling her throat with the entirety of his manhood.

The force of his frantic pounding caused both her long elven eyebrows and breasts to jiggle, and his swaying ballsack, coated with an ample gathering of Krella's saliva, thwacked steadily against her chin. A stream of drool began to leak from between her lips and around his cock, coalescing upon her chin where it was immediately smeared against her skin or sent flying in a wet spray by the spanking of his heavy balls against her.

It was clear that Sylvanas could take whatever he gave her, and so he didn't hold back, bucking his hips into her hungry mouth and dragging her head back and forth along his cock in perfect synchronization with his thrusts. For many this would have been a dream come true, and he was no different. Sylvanas was gorgeous in an intrinsically terrible way: powerful, fearsome, with a severe reputation that exceeded even the rumors of her sexual appetite.

Her feminine beauty was unparalleled, yet the unnatural blue tone of her skin, the red flames of her eyes, the ghostly tint of her voice, and the black claws that could easily slice a man's throat served as a reminder of how deadly a creature she really was. But, regardless of her spine-chilling otherworldliness, there was a great thrill that all who bedded the Dark Lady felt. Adjacent to experiencing her sexual expertise firsthand was the simple but just as profound sensation of touching, feeling, and fucking a woman of her exceptional caliber.

She was no whore, drunk, or meek girl who barely knew what she wanted from a man. This was one of the most powerful women on the planet and hearing her moan, hearing her throat squelch around his cock as he stuffed her face to the root, made his lust boil in a way that it had never done before. And she loved it. He could tell in her devilish eyes that she craved more. He may as well have been the lowliest of peons compared to her, but she sucked his cock all the same, hands folded primly in her lap as her face was fucked full of orc dick in what he imagined was, by this point in her long, promiscuous life, a rote task.

Sylvanas was of course well aware of the rumors surrounding her. How she fucked some of the Alliance prisoners, how she could deepthroat a tauren for hours, how she liked it up the ass, and how she would bed members of her guard when the desire arose. They were all true, but with all of the doubt and fear surrounding her she felt no need to squash them. Most did not believe, and so long as the loyalty she commanded was not challenged, she did not see the harm in bouncing on an orc's cock every now and then.

Krella was as shocked and awed as Grezz was. She liked riding dick just as much as any other proper orc woman, but she wasn't averse to eating some carpet as well. Especially if that carpet belonged to Sylvanas Windrunner. A devious thought entered her mind, causing her to grin.

She laid down on the ground behind the elf and lifted her big blue behind up so that she could slide beneath her. Once she was in position, she lowered Sylvanas back down so that her ass was planted firmly atop her face. Surprisingly, the Dark Lady didn't react in the slightest and instead continued to devour the healthy diet of orc meat she was receiving without so much as flinching. Further surprising was how utterly wet her pussy was against Krella's lips.

Opening her mouth and darting out her tongue, she licked at Sylvanas' wetness, tasting the flavor of her nectar and wanting more. She reached up and grasped at her wide hips and wiggled her face against the elf's pouting pussy, sucking and lapping and teasing at her clit. At last Sylvanas began to squirm against her, rubbing herself down into Krella's exploratory tongue. She ate her pussy like it was her duty as a member of the Kor'kron Guard, and after a few minutes of combined throat fucking and pussy eating Sylvanas groaned around the cock in her mouth, her body tightening with an obvious orgasm that had juices drenching Krella's face.

Sylvanas rode her tongue for a minute more before putting a stop to both of the orcs and standing up. "Not bad," she said, "but I'm curious to see how two orcs make love to each other... If you can even call it that." She made a lewd gesture with her hands. "Get to it."

Both Grezz and Krella were surprised at their warchief's request, but after only a second's hesitation they did as she asked. It was far from the first time they'd had sex, and they fell into their usual rhythm with ease. With Krella on her back and her toned legs wrapped around him, he rubbed his tip over her slit, teasing it along her folds and swollen clit before nudging her entrance and pushing into her. She was nice and slick and took him to the hilt in one smooth stroke.

"Harder!" she growled.

She didn't need to tell him, but her insistence turned him on and made his orcish blood pump hot. Withdrawing for but an instant, he slammed the entirety of his fat cock right back into her heated depths, jostling her breasts and distending her taut stomach.

"Like that?"

"Fuck yes."

Krella's cunt clenched around his manhood, holding it in an impressively tight grip as he pulled out and then rammed back home again and again, hammering the slutty soldier into the plush carpet.

The two of them grunted and fucked like animals, fast and hard and brutal. Her hands grasped at her bouncing breasts, her hips bucked into his thrusts, and Sylvanas watched it all with rapt interest. She was growing hotter by the second watching the two orcs fuck like a couple of barbarians, and she could still feel Krella's tongue on her throbbing clit, pleasing and surprisingly skilled. It didn't take very long for her to join in on the fun.

As Grezz pumped his partner's juicy cunt, Sylvanas positioned herself over Krella's face and sat right down on it. Krella mumbled something incomprehensible, her voice muffled by Sylvanas' large rump, but then her hands rose to grasp the elf by the hips, holding her steady while she got to work with her tongue. She licked and slurped at Sylvanas' sweet, dripping cunt for a time while Grezz continued to rut into her, albeit at a slower pace, but then she rearranged the Dark Lady atop her, spreading those thick cheeks of hers and probing at her innocent little star.

Just about everyone had heard the rumors of Sylvanas' proclivity for taking it up the ass, and the way she wriggled down against Krella's tongue certainly gave credence to such a rumor. She dragged her tongue over Sylvanas' winking asshole, pushed her tongue inside, even kissed it, and Sylvanas let out low groans of pleasure, soft and ghostly.

"That's it," Sylvanas cooed, reaching down to fondle at Krella's tits. "Serve your warchief."

As she ate out the beautiful elf and listened to her sweet sighs, Krella felt her own pleasure heightened, like every nerve was prickling with electricity. And Grezz could feel it too. Her muscles rippled around his cock, working him over every time he buried himself balls-deep inside of her. He grunted and cursed the entire time, his huge muscular body sweaty with exertion, his eyes constantly vacillating between watching his cock plug Krella's pussy, her bouncing tits that wobbled against Sylvanas' hands as she fondled them, and Sylvanas herself as she squirmed from having her ass devoured.

He'd never been in a threesome before, nor had he ever seen such a wicked and intense display of sexual depravity. The carnality of it all was overwhelming, and, knowing he wouldn't last much longer, he grabbed Krella under both knees and spread her legs further apart, altering the angle of his thrusts and beating into her pussy with hard and fast strokes maintained by a frantic rhythm frayed by lack of control.

Krella grunted a hoarse "Fuck!" and angled her pelvis into him, her moans growing even louder while her muscled stomach tensed and writhed beneath him. An orgasm was building within her, growing like a storm, and she could tell from his ragged thrusts that Grezz was close as well.

"Gonna cum," he growled, tightening his grip on her legs and giving her a final series of deep strokes before pulling out. Fisting his cock with one hand, he aimed it at the pronounced musculature of her abdominal muscles, shooting out stringy ropes of white seed across her carved stomach. He had plenty left in him though, and he directed the remainder of his nut onto her beautiful green breasts, coating her tits with great globs and ropes of cum that splattered upon her chest like rain.

Krella quivered slightly, and Sylvanas huffed a derisive laugh.

"The little slut just came," she said, noting Krella's shaking body, still tongue and soft moans. Groping and massaging at the orc's breasts, Sylvanas spread Grezz's cum like it was lotion, making Krella's tits shine with a nice sticky sheen of sperm. Once she was satisfied with her lewd finger painting, she brought her hands to her mouth and licked them clean, tasting his virile seed like she couldn't get enough of it.

"Nice and hard still," she purred, reaching out to wrap her hand around Grezz's cock.

"Of course I am!" he said, sounding offended. "I'm an orc."

Ignoring his masculine self-aggrandizing, Sylvanas sat up and pushed Grezz down with a surprising show of strength. He fell back and quickly took the hint, lying down and looking up at her as she straddled him. Her back facing towards him, she reached beneath her and grasped at his shaft, guiding it to her sex and lowering herself upon every thick inch of it. It split her open and stretched her out wide, her hungry pussy clinging to his impressive girth.

Sylvanas hummed in satisfaction as she slowly took him inside of her, and when she'd taken the entirety of his member she grinded her shapely ass against his groin, wiggling and settling in just right before rising up and lowering herself back down.

Initially she rode him slowly, enjoying the gradual pleasure of being filled, of savoring her insides being churned by his beefy cock, but at the end of the day the Dark Lady liked it rough. Slow just wouldn't cut it for a woman as cock- and sex-crazed as her. A minute or so into her orc riding and she began to pick up speed, murmuring sweetly in her native language and grunting every time a hot bolt of pleasure jolted her nerves.

She was unnaturally fast, bouncing her big butt on his fat dick to the tune of harsh rhythmic slaps that seemed to ricochet about the room. Her waist looked tiny from this position, but her ass was large, wide, and deliciously round, clapping against his groin and rippling with little waves.

Grezz had watched her ride her skeletal steed while escorting her through the city, bouncing in her saddle, and now here she was riding him, taking his dick with ease despite their racial differences. He was practically as big as her forearm, yet she took it all, her purple elven cunt hugging his great green tool and squeezing, clenching, doing her best to wring the cum from his balls.

Krella, who had recovered from her orgasm and sat up to watch, smiled and whistled. "I've been to a few of those sex shows in The Drag, but I ain't never seen an elf ride an orc like you, Warchief."

Sylvanas just smirked. Then, after a time, she slowed and beckoned the female orc over to her. "Put that mouth of yours to good use," she said, sticking out her chest.

More than happy to do just that, Krella scooted closer between Grezz's spread legs and reached out, palming at the Dark Lady's ridiculously stacked chest. Full and big enough to fill a hand, her breasts were every man and woman's fantasy: great, soft masses of flesh that wobbled with even the slightest movement.

She squeezed them, feeling their softness flow out between her fingers. And even supported with her hands as they were, Sylvanas' fat tits continued to jiggle as she rode her subordinate's dick.

Krella massaged them with her hands, lifting the great heavy mammaries, pulling, pinching and tweaking at her erect nipples. Sylvanas seemed to enjoy this, relishing the exquisite pain of having her nipples played with. Her groans flowed more freely from her lips, and her movement grew both erratic and desperate as she slammed her ass down upon the monstrous pillar of orc meat brutalizing her pussy. The crashing, mind-throttling waves of an orgasm were drawing closer with every bounce of her body and twist of her nipples, and her cool composure could not contain the spectral ooh's and ahh's that flowed freely from her lips.

She loved sex, and Grezz was doing a good job of reminding her just why that was. Although she was in control, his manhood was wonderfully hard and delightfully thick. It filled her, stroked her G-spot with friction that drove her wild, and despite his position beneath her he bucked up into her with a defiant amount of force, aiding her bouncing and adding to their combined pleasure.

Easing up some, she gyrated her hips against him, rolling her big blue ass with skilled and fluid movements as she fucked herself down upon his cock. And with every smooth roll of her hips he got a good look at her holes, her cunt dripping nectar as it stretched and swallowed up his manhood, her asshole slick with saliva and winking at him as if trying to entice him. He reached forward and gave one of her thick cheeks a slap. Immediately she tightened up, her pussy gripping his cock as if trying to squeeze the life out of it.

He spanked her again, harder this time, enjoying the soft pliancy of her body and watching the meat of her ass jiggle from impact. Sylvanas made a husky sound of approval and began to pick up speed, throwing her ass back against him, fast and deep, taking him all the way to the hilt.

Krella, who by this point had her face buried within Sylvanas' generous cleavage, suckled on her nipples, flicking them with her tongue and drawing them between her teeth. She bit and teased them, not too hard and not too soft, finding the sweet spot between pain and pleasure that Sylvanas loved.

"Good girl," Sylvanas purred, threading her fingers into Krella's hair and forcefully pulling her into her breasts.

Krella mumbled something that came out as little more than a muffled mmfph and increased her efforts, motorboating the Dark Lady's fat tits and licking them all over, leaving teeth marks upon her cerulean skin. Sylvanas' movements became more erratic; between the two orcs working her at both ends, stuffing her pussy, spanking her ass and playing with her tits, her orgasm approached quick and easy, without restraint. She welcomed it with every downward thrust onto Grezz's manhood.

The ache of release that coiled at her center grew in intensity until it finally boiled over. She slammed herself down upon his satisfying cock, gasping and opening her mouth in a silent scream as she climaxed, her body shuddering. The tension within her core eased as pleasure washed over her, her pussy contracting around the orc dick lodged deep within her pussy, rippling and milking him with such incredible tightness that he erupted inside of her, cumming at the same time she did.

With a very orcish roar, he grabbed at her meaty hips and ass, indenting his fingers within her skin as he emptied his balls inside of her welcoming cunt, spraying her insides with a great overflow of hot sticky cream that would try and fail to inseminate her. It was a load equally as large as the one he'd pumped into Krella, and after a handful of pulses his cock finally squirted the last of his batter, leaving her pussy thoroughly creamed and overflowing with jizz.

Quickly recovering from her orgasm, Sylvanas wiggled her butt against him before lifting herself up, humming in satisfaction as Grezz's manhood slowly slid from her sopping cunt. It slipped out, falling against his belly and leaving her gaping and drooling cum.

Nudging Krella out of the way, she spun and positioned herself on her belly between his tree trunk-like legs, taking his cock in hand and guiding it to her mouth. She throated it in one gulp, sucking him clean with fast bobs of the head before settling into a slow, lackadaisical pace, her red eyes glowing bright and her angular cheeks hollowing as she devoured him. She used both hands to stroke the base of his shaft and cradle his balls, urging a few more creamy spurts of cum out of him that she immediately swallowed.

Sighing, Grezz dropped his head and closed his eyes, feeling the hot and wet suction of Sylvanas' mouth enveloping his cock. The room was quiet save for the wet slurping and slobbering of her lazy fellatio, an intermittent lull in their fuckfest, and Krella observed with idle fascination. Watching the Dark Lady blow her friend wasn't an easy sight to get used to.

Sitting back and running a hand through her tousled hair, something big and red caught her eye. She narrowed her eyes and leaned forward to look at it. Tucked against the wall was a crate filled to the brim with various objects, with a curious, elongated object at the very top of the pile. Interest piqued, Krella climbed to her feet and plodded towards it. Upon closer inspection, her eyebrows rose when she finally realized what it was.

It was a strap-on. Canine shaped, probably modeled after a worgen. A very well endowed worgen. With an impish grin, she threw caution to the wind and picked it up. It felt clean, but the texture was odd, as if it had been designed to such detailed and accurate specifications that it was a mirror of the actual thing it was based upon.

Glancing over, she watched as Sylvanas bobbed her head in her partner's lap. The elf's round and rather ridiculously wide posterior raised high in the air as she sucked, as if it was just begging to be fucked. Like it was an invitation.

Krella slapped the artificial cock against her open palm and decided to give it a shot. Belting it around her hips, she immediately felt an odd sensation connecting her to the strap-on, as if it was a part of her. Giving it a few strokes, an unusual stab of pleasure made her gasp. This was clearly no ordinary strap-on.

Sylvanas was still drooling all over Grezz's cock when she approached her from behind. The great crimson girth of her strap-on stood erect, rock-hard with her arousal, and as she stroked it some more it released a nice stream of what she assumed was pre-cum that served to lube up the shaft.

Taking position behind the Dark Lady's upraised ass, Krella prodded at her unused hole with one of her thumbs, spitting on it and wiggling it inside. Sylvanas reacted by arching her back so her thick bottom was raised even higher, offering herself to the female orc.

Well, if she was offering Krella was taking. Without warning, she lined the tapered tip of her artificial worgen dick up with Sylvanas' asshole and then slammed it home. Both of the women gasped. Loudly. Sylvanas, who had merely expected some fingering or tonguing from the female orc, was taken aback by the sudden intrusion of cock into her behind. Momentarily releasing the slab of orc meat in her mouth, she looked back at Krella with something between a snarl and a smile.

"I see you've been snooping around."

Krella, who was still recovering from the initial shock of pleasure that came with burying her cock to the hilt inside of Sylvanas' tight ass, grunted an affirmative and grabbed at the elf's hips. Part of her was amazed at how good Sylvanas' ass felt wrapped around her, and the other part of her marveled at the piece of engineering she was wearing. Whether it was purely mechanical ingenuity or magically enhanced she didn't know, but she made a note to look into purchasing one of them later.

Sucking in a gust of air, Krella gripped Sylvanas' meaty ass cheeks and slowly withdrew from her bowels, enjoying the clinging tightness of her asshole gripping her cock, struggling to keep it inside. She pulled out nearly the entirety of her canine prick, sharing a moan with the Dark Lady all the while, and when there were only a couple inches remaining, she bucked her hips and drove it all the way back into the hilt.

Sylvanas grunted at the force of the stroke, her bowels suddenly and all at once crammed full of a dick that was equally as monstrous as the one she was drooling on. Her little sphincter stretched wide to accommodate Krella, and the orc couldn't help but grin. Naturally, she'd never experienced dicking anyone before, much less the Dark Lady. The experience was new to her, and she liked it quite a bit.

Picking up the pace, she pistoned into Sylvanas with deep strokes, bottoming out inside of her, crashing against her cheeks and making them jiggle. The muscles in her ass clenched and tightened around the tool plundering it, and to Krella's delight, she began to throw her large elven behind back against her, matching the orc's powerful thrusts with a ferocious desire to take all the dick she could possibly get.

Sylvanas had been neglecting her cock sucking duties, however, and when Grezz slapped his manhood against her face she looked up at him.

"Suck," he said, and when Sylvanas raised one of her long eyebrows at him added in a less commanding tone, "Warchief."

A smirk crossed her beautiful face before her lips opened wide and sealed themselves around the fat green cock towering before her like an obelisk. She slurped him all the way down into her throat while Krella pounded her from behind, bouncing her forward and filling the room with the rapid, wet squelching sounds of her body being used and abused.

With her newly equipped dick, Krella was as rough as Grezz was. She slammed the Dark Lady's fat ass with absolutely everything she had, muscles straining and sweat dripping down her face. The sensations provided by the strap-on were phenomenal, propelling her forward with every thrust, motivating her into the next stroke and then the next and the next, spanking Sylvanas' round cheeks and turning her blue skin purple. It felt almost like battle lust, and she gave into it completely.

Grunting, Krella tightened her grip on Sylvanas' hips and stood up, simultaneously lifting the elf so that the lower half of her lithe body was in the air.

Sylvanas was forced into an awkward 45-degree angle, and she supported herself with her hands flat against the ground and her legs wrapped around Krella's waist. It was unusual, but she'd been in this position before—with two orcs no less—and so she adapted quickly, even as Krella continued to ream her ass at the odd angle, ploughing into her little hole and stretching it good.

Grezz, who was still lying on the ground, shot his partner a dirty look that went ignored. Sylvanas couldn't deepthroat him in this position, and so she paid particular attention to his broad cockhead, sucking it between her plump lips and twirling her agile tongue around its flared underside. He put a hand on her head and groaned. She hummed in response, sending pleasurable vibrations throughout his body while she sucked and teased the pre-cum out of his urethra, slurping it down while Krella worked her like a madwoman.

"So damn big," Krella said, spanking Sylvanas and watching her thick booty jiggle. "And so damn tight."

Sylvanas moaned in that sexy, spectral voice of hers but said nothing. Her mouth was solely occupied with the oversized orc cock tightly sealed between her lips. But Krella beat more moans out of her with steady strokes, the worgen strap-on doing a hell of a job ruining her asshole and stirring up her guts. And with the female orc fucking her with such a ferocious flurry of thrusts it felt like there really was a worgen behind her, clapping her plump bubble butt and making her eyes roll.

Hot as it was, both of the orcs were building closer and closer to their climax. Oddly for Krella, she noticed the bulge at the base of her strap-on expanding, pulsing, and it took her a few dazed seconds to realize what it was. After all, it was modeled after a worgen.

Laughing deliriously, she gifted Sylvanas with a few hard strokes and then pushed forward, trying to stuff the knot inside of the elf's ass. Initially it wouldn't fit, but with a bit of force and some wiggling on Sylvanas' part, her overstretched sphincter yielded and the bulb sank into her. It expanded immediately, locking them together, and a great surge of pleasure crashed through Krella's body, both familiar and unknown. She cried out at the unexpected sensations coursing through her, her athletic body shaking with an intense orgasm that somehow triggered her strap-on into releasing a concoction of gooey cream within the Dark Lady's bowels.

Grezz, whose orgasm had been building ever since Sylvanas began suckling on his cock, reached his peak shortly after his partner did. His cock pulsed and his hips bucked up into Sylvanas' mouth as he let loose, depositing his third load of the day within her mouth like a great torrent of rain. He coated her tongue with his seed, her teeth, the back of her mouth, and when he was finished she swallowed it all in one great big gulp.

The two orcs took a brief breather of no more than a minute before getting started again. Krella licked at the artificial cum leaking from Sylvanas' ass, finding whatever the hell it was to be both edible and pleasing. While she did this Grezz fucked Sylvanas' tits, bucking up into her while she slid her breasts over his fat cock, slimy with both saliva and cum. She lapped and sucked on the head with every downward press of her cushiony tits, fellating and titfucking him at the same time until they changed positions yet again.

The next half-hour was a dizzying flurry of fucking and hedonistic indulgence. They spitroasted Sylvanas, pumping her beautiful body full of hard dick at both ends. They made her large tits flail and her big booty wobble, rode her from behind, took turns pounding her into the ground with her feet above her head and a dick in her mouth, hammered each and every one of her holes with such savagery it was amazing her body could keep up. And when the two orcs were spent, the three of them were a sweating, panting mess upon the floor.

Sylvanas was coated in a glossy layer of cum, both natural and artificial, and as she stood up she peered down at her subordinates through lashes stickied with jizz and eyebrows drooping from clinging ropes of cream. Seed drooled from her pussy and ass, and her thick behind stung with handprints, but as fuck-mussed as she was her demeanor appeared cool, calm, and collected.

"For your sake I hope you aren't finished," she said.

Grezz looked up at her in surprise, "Warchief?"

"Like I said, if you don't satisfy me you'll be chopping wood in Ashenvale. That was the deal."

The two orcs watched as Sylvanas slowly sauntered over to the table and bent over, legs spread and ass wiggling from side to side, large, round and incredibly enticing. Her slit shined with juices, her blonde hair cascaded over the toned musculature of her back, and her head turned to look at them expectantly.

Exchanging a glance, Grezz and Krella stood up to join her.