Sylvanas Demon Diplomat

"I have lived as a slave long enough, Dreadlord. I won't relinquish my freedom by shackling myself to you fools!" Sylvanas growled at Varimathras. Standing up to a being of such power would be no easy task, but even had Sylvanas not been surrounded by a dozen of her most loyal banshees, she would never have backed down.

Well over ten feet tall, the enormous demon towered over Sylvanas, bat-like wings casting a deep shadow over them.

"Who said anything about shackles, Lady Windrunner?" Varimathras said, his lips curling into a wicked smile. "We propose an... alliance. Believe me, my brothers and I would rather have you on our side. And with forces as meagre as yours, I do not think you would last long without our help. The Scourge remains a powerful foe."

Sylvanas offered the hulking creature a frown. "I will think on your offer, demon."

"Very well. We will await your answer tomorrow," it said, eyeing Sylvanas briefly, its evil gaze lingering upon her overflowing cleavage briefly.

Perhaps I can use that to my advantage the ranger thought, watching as Varimathras spun and conjured up another portal through which he disappeared.

The banshees glanced at Sylvanas, their expressions curious and concerned.

"What do you plan to do, mistress?"

Sylvanas looked back at them, her face stern.

"I will accept their offer. But not as their ally. I am Queen, and I will rule with my own power. For those who suffer, for the Forsaken."

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The hill upon which Sylvanas stood offered her a good view of the blighted, diseased Plaguelands. Once known as Lordaeron, the land had once been full of life, with lush green forests and flowing rivers.

That had been two years ago.

Now, the region stood barren and lifeless. Deathly shades of brown and grey had replaced the emerald green hues of the woods and countless, mindless undead could be seen roaming aimlessly in the fields below. She wondered if they could be freed of the Lich King's grasp, as she had.

A slight chill ran up her spine as the cold winds caressed her exposed flesh.

She had been surprised to find that sensation had returned progressively over the hours that followed the reclaiming of her will. The others she had spoken to still felt numb, as they had when they were still the Lich King's puppets.

All was quiet as she awaited Varimathras to join her. She leaned back against a large tree, letting her eyes drift over the desolation.

"Lady Sylvanas," a deep, dark voice said behind her.

The elf turned around, fixing her red eyes on the three dreadlords standing behind her. All appeared somewhat similar, with the bat-like wings of their kind, grey skin and tall horns. Sylvanas could distinguish the three of them quite easily by the colored accents on their armor.

"Detheroc, Balnazzar, Varimathras." She nodded at each of them in turn, their eyes wandering over her hungrily. She had worn her typical leather bikini, strengthened with bits of metal here and there, which showed off her exaggerated hourglass figure. Even among humans, Sylvanas and her sisters had stood out by the obscene size of their tits and their massive, wobbling asses.

The outfit she chose to wear had been somewhat modified from what she'd worn as Ranger-General of Quel'thalas, being tight enough around the bust that she feared that every step might cause the enormous orbs to bounce out while the bikini-like bottom she wore dug into the abundant flesh of her ass, giving her a perpetual wedgie.

"Greetings, Lady Sylvanas," Varimathras said, licking his lips. "I see you're... interested in our offer."

Sylvanas fixed him with her gaze, though his eyes were locked onto the gigantic globes of elven titflesh struggling for space within that breastplate, pushed upwards to create a shelf of quivering fat for the three Dreadlords to ogle.

"Oh, you weren't lying, Varimathras," the one on the right said, grinning lasciviously.

Sylvanas immediately identified him as Detheroc by the green tint of his demonic armor.

"I always thought elves to be scrawny... But look at the thighs on her, and those hips..." He licked his lips.

"And those tits..." the one to the right said in a low, growling tone. The purplish aura about him immediately identified him as Balnazzar.

Sylvanas folded her arms over her chest, leaning back against the tree, a bored expression on her features. Even with her arms, there was no way to hide an obscene pair of udders such as hers.

Varimathras and his two brothers chuckled to themselves.

"What do you say, Lady Sylvanas? Have you decided to join forces with us?"

Sylvanas studied the demonic brothers with a stony gaze, saying nothing for a long moment.

"And what is your goal in all of this, Dreadlord?" she asked, fingers never far from her bow.

"Same as you, Lady Windrunner. To put an end to the Lich King once and for all and to destroy his champion, Arthas Menethil," Varimathras said, his gaze meeting hers, red eyes fixed on red.

Sylvanas frowned. "Very well, and what is it you request of me?"

Detheroc chuckled. "I can think of a few things..." he said, his voice dripping with lust.

"You have very little in the way of resources with which to fight this war," Varimathras stated, ignoring his lust-driven brother. "Even as the Menethil boy rushes to Northrend to save his master, we must clear out the forces here who remain loyal to him. That should be our first step."

He was right, Sylvanas knew. Her forces were stretched thin. Even though she was gaining ground and more undead were breaking free with each passing day, it was becoming difficult to hold on to what she had gained. There were simply not enough of her people to fight against the vast hordes of undead. All she had to her name were ghouls and banshees. And if the Dreadlords turned against her...

"We could use an assassin, one who can go unnoticed and slit the throats of those who oppose us. The Scourge is far less potent when their leaders are out of the picture," Balnazzar said to his two brothers.

"If you believe I will act as your assassin, you are sorely mistaken, Dreadlord," Sylvanas growled at the demonic trio. She straightened her posture. "I am no mere weapon to be pointed at a target and released to do as I please. My will is my own."

Varimathras laughed. "You wish to be queen of those undead who have slipped from Ner'zhul's grasp... but his control of these lands is still considerable, though waning. I have another proposition, then. One you may find more... agreeable."

"Speak, demon," Sylvanas said. Hiding her disdain for the beasts was becoming more difficult with each passing moment.

"I know that death has not dimmed your mortal desires nor has it lessened the physical sensations of your body," Varimathras said, prompting smirks from Detheroc and Balnazzar. "And since you so greatly desire vengeance against Arthas for his crimes against you and your people..."

Sylvanas felt a pang of disgust when all three Dreadlords' gazes drifted down to her cleavage and she could now see, beneath their loincloths, the outlines of... no, it couldn't be. Surely it was a trick of the eye, some mental manipulation by the fiends... Were they truly proposing what she thought they were?

"See something you like, Lady Windrunner?" Detheroc teased, his smirk widening as Sylvanas stared at obscene bulges beneath their loincloths.

The first blow to her mind had been struck.

The three Dreadlords approached Sylvanas with predatory steps. Her hand instinctively went to the bow upon her back, nocking an arrow and aiming it at Varimathras.

"Now, now, Sylvanas," Varimathras said, taking a single step forward and placing a claw upon her bow, gently pushing it downwards. "Let us not resort to such violence..."

Sylvanas couldn't tear her gaze away from the demon's gigantic, swinging slab of meat, barely hidden beneath a loincloth.

"What is it you're proposing?" she asked, eyeing him.

The demon stepped back, gesturing to his two brothers who quickly pulled their loincloths off.

Sylvanas' eyes went wide as two equally gargantuan members came into view, soon followed by Varimathras's own behemoth cock.

The ranger's gaze turned from one member to the next, trying to hide her shock, but her eyes betrayed her as there now hung before her three cocks that were quite probably longer and thicker than even her arm.

Varimathras stepped towards her once more, towering over her. "Serve as our personal slut, and we will ensure that you are provided with anything you need to get your vengeance on Arthas..."

Balnazzar and Detheroc had begun stroking themselves to full hardness with clawed hands as they watched Sylvanas with hunger, as though she had already accepted the offer.

"What you propose is unnatural," Sylvanas said. "I will not debase myself in such a way... I have soldiers at my disposal," she countered, the hesitation palpable in her words.

"They are few in number, but they are more than capable," she added.

Detheroc laughed. "Unnatural? Might I remind you of what you are?"

Sylvanas shot him a look, but it was Balnazzar who spoke next.

"You are every bit as unnatural as we are, Lady Windrunner. And you will find what we offer to be most... pleasant."

"What guarantee do I have that you will uphold your end of this bargain, demon?"

The three Dreadlords laughed in unison. "None whatsoever and you are in no position to make such demands, elf," Varimathras said. "Do not forget that we can simply retake control of your freed undead at a moment's notice and we can take those who've managed to hold out against the Scourge... Would it not be better to have vengeance while still in possession of your own free will?"

"I..." Sylvanas paused. What would it cost her, really? She had to get her vengeance, and she would need all the help she could get. A brief moment of servitude in exchange for the free wills of the Forsaken. And, while a part of her felt immense disgust at the idea, the prospect of three giant cocks hammering into her had a certain appeal to it. She felt curious as she examined the thought.

"I accept," she finally said. "Though I suggest you make it quick. I have urgent matters to attend to."

Varimathras gestured to his brothers. Detheroc stepped forward, running his clawed fingers over Sylvanas's huge breasts and down her sides and over her hip. His claws dragged over her flesh as he kneaded the firm, rounded flesh of her ass. Sylvanas didn't move.

"What are you waiting for?" she taunted, shooting the demon an irritated look. She had to make it look as though the prospect of fucking three supremely hung demons didn't turn her on as much as it did. But, judging by the way they acted, the three of them could probably feel her rapidly mounting arousal, could most likely smell it on her.

"We would not want to rush you into doing anything," Varimathras said, stepping closer to Sylvanas from behind. She could feel the enormity of his rapidly hardening shaft pressed against the back of her thighs, his hand on her shoulder.

She heard the other two chuckle softly, flanking her.

Balnazzar stepped towards her, and he tore the quiver from her back, discarding it carelessly.

Detheroc did the same to her bow.

And Varimathras, slowly gliding his gigantic fuckpillar between her thighs, tore the thong off of her, allowing his veined behemoth to rub against her soaked folds.

"You're soaking wet..." he said in a low, lustful tone.

"Don't flatter yourself, demon," Sylvanas said, but Varimathras gave no reply, instead choosing to jerk himself off between Sylvanas's thick thighs, rutting back and forth, rubbing against her labia and wettening his shaft with her juices.

Sylvanas turned to see Balnazzar and Detheroc pleasuring themselves as they watched, and Sylvanas was momentarily stunned by the size of Balnazzar's member. Detheroc's was at least as long as his brother's, and a dark, purplish hue.

Both cocks were bigger than any she had ever seen before, and she wasn't sure if her body could take them at all.

"Just think of all the good you will do for your people, my lady," Detheroc said, sensing her brief flash of hesitation.

"And how much pleasure you will derive from doing so..." Balnazzar added.

"For fuck's sake, enough talking!" Sylvanas said irritably. "I've made my decision. Get on with it!"

Varimathras chuckled darkly behind her. "You're rather impatient, aren't you?"

"The slut wants it, I can smell it on her..." Detheroc said, effortlessly tearing Sylvanas's breastplate off. Her two huge, grey tits bounced out into freedom, much to Detheroc's and Balnazzar's delight.

"With tits like these, I bet the whore kept every cock in Silvermoon at attention..." Balnazzar said, roughly cupping both of her tits and kneading them in his large, demonic hands. Even the demon's enormous hands could barely cover the entirety of Sylvanas's overgrown udders. He squeezed them hard enough to cause Sylvanas to gasp in pain and pleasure, eliciting a sharp hiss from her.

"Ah, I see our little slut likes a little rough handling..." Varimathras said as he rutted against Sylvanas's thighs.

Sylvanas didn't answer, instead turning her gaze back to the third Dreadlord.

Balnazzar stepped towards her, pushing her to her knees and cupping the back of her head with his claws. She allowed him to do as he pleased, staring at his gargantuan cock and thinking of the many ways it could ruin her tight, undead cunt.

The winged goliath grunted as he turned the woman's head to the side and forced Sylvanas's mouth onto his cock, pushing his thick head between her lips.

Her lips stretched wide around his bulbous, purplish head and her throat opened to accept more of him. And still he continued to feed her his member, her undead throat expanding to accept his girth. The length of his cock felt endless to her as he pushed inch after inch, foot after foot of fat, throbbing meat down her gullet.

Her tongue probed the underside of his shaft, gliding along his veiny flesh, slathering the entirety of it with her saliva, much to his pleasure. The demon hissed as he pushed further and further inside Sylvanas's throat.

Sylvanas couldn't help but moan when Detheroc stepped in front of her and slapped his gigantic, heavy meatpole between her tits, the thing heavy enough that it nearly knocked the wind out of her. Luckily for her, however, Detheroc's cock lodged in her esophagus stopped that from happening.

She winced at the force he used to move her enormous udders back and forth as he pumped his member between them, the demonic cock oozing pre-cum with each movement, smearing Sylvanas's tits with his fluids.

She couldn't help but admire Balnazzar's gigantic tool as it slid into her mouth. It felt like the thing was as wide as her face. Her eyes drifted up his abs to meet his gaze.

"You want it, don't you?" he growled at her, his hand going to the back of her head. "You want me to fuck your slutty undead mouth, you make you gag until your spit and drool are dripping down your chin, until you're begging for air, for any kind of relief…"

Sylvanas looked away, doing nothing to resist as he forced her head down his cock, her lips soon wrapped around the root of his titanic throat-wrecker, stretching her lips thin enough that they seemed to disappear. His balls pressed against her chin, and she could feel his shaft throbbing in her mouth, leaking pre-cum as her tongue writhed against the underside of his goliath pole, gliding along the thick veins which ran along his shaft.

Black lipstick marks along the Dreadlord's fat prick could be seen as he started fucking her face, and Sylvanas could feel the weight of Varimathras's equally imposing colossus on her face, covering her from forehead to chin with ease.

Meanwhile, Detheroc started jerking off with Sylvanas's huge, jiggling tits, using her obscene fuckpillows to get himself off. So wildly overgrown was the Dreadlord's cock that Sylvanas could feel his balls pressed against her drooling slit while its head reached up, poking out from between her massive breasts. His enormous member sprayed thick ropes of precum all over her neck and chin while she massaged Balnazzar's pole with her throat and mouth.

Balnazzar continued to thrust into Sylvanas's face while Detheroc abused her overgrown tits. He kept his hand on the back of Sylvanas's head, forcing her mouth down on his member, fucking her face without mercy as lewd noises echoed all around them.

GLUCKK! GLUCK! GLUCK!

It didn't take long until Sylvanas felt Balnazzar squeeze the back of her head firmly, impaling her face upon his pole, his gigantic dick throbbing wildly as he started unloading deep inside her stomach. Had it not been for her limited need for air, Sylvanas would have likely passed out long ago, as her throat stretched around the demon's oversized tree trunk of a dick.

Her eyes widened as she felt his molten nut flooding her belly while Detheroc's hands squeezed her tits firmly, needily as he slammed himself repeatedly between the mountainous mammaries.

After unloading inside her throat for what felt like an eternity, Balnazzar finally pulled his prick from Sylvanas's with a slurping sound, cum oozing out of her mouth as he backed away. The elf coughed up a few fat wads of cum as she felt air flooding back into her lungs.

But that was all the reprieve she would get, as she felt Varimathras lift his cock from her face. His fingers gripped her face and he turned the cum-slathered visage sideways to get his turn at abusing her throat.

Sylvanas was about to protest, wanting but a moment to catch her breath. But he forced her down on his cock before she could get a single word out, Varimathras forcing her mouth open to shove his huge slab of demondick deep inside her throat. Thus was she silenced.

She felt Detheroc's demonic, girthy fuckstick being pushed between her overgrown tits, rubbing against her sternum, her mountainous grey melons enveloping the enormous weapon as he covered them in layers of precum.

NGGLCK!

Varimathras's cock slid down Sylvanas's throat, a task made far easier by the fact that said throat had just been fucked mercilessly by Balnazzar's own enormous pole.

It was becoming easier and… strangely, she found herself enjoying it more with every passing second.

Varimathras forced Sylvanas's head all the way down to his hairless, ridged base, until her nose was buried in his crotch, equally as hairless.

Her eyes watered and her vision blurred as tears filled the corners of her eyes. The fel stench of his balls was overpowering, her face crushed against his hard body. Varimathras continued to abuse her throat as she struggled to breathe through her nose, a reflex that had not disappeared, even in death.

She could taste his pre-cum leaking from his tip, leaking down her throat and filling her belly.

Detheroc continued hammering himself between her titanic tits as Varimathras held her in place, Balnazzar still recovering from his release, stroking his cock slowly as he watched his two brothers use Sylvanas for their pleasure.

Varimathras groaned as he felt himself building up to an orgasm as well, Sylvanas's divine throat massaging his demonic prick for all its worth.

Sylvanas felt Detheroc's balls tightening, his grip on her tits turning firm as he pushed his dick as deep between Sylvanas's enormous tits as it could go, the smack! smack! of his crotch slapping the underside of her elven melons adding to the lewd slurping and gurgling noises of throatfucking.

"That's it," Detheroc growled as he thrust between the valley of her breasts, "Choke on his cock..."

Sylvanas's lips tightened around the root of Varimathras's shaft, her throat closing around it tightly. Detheroc held Sylvanas's tits tightly as he thrust between her overgrown udders, pushing her massive jugs back and forth, jerking himself off with little regard for the elf's comfort.

"Mmph!" she moaned onto the demon's shaft.

"I wonder if we can make her cum just like this," Balnazzar said, reaching for Sylvanas's dripping cunt, rubbing at her clit with a smirk.

Detheroc grinned at that. "There's something quite endearing about elves, do you not think, brothers? Whip your cock out and they'll be on their knees in no time..."

"It's a useful tool, indeed," Varimathras said, holding Sylvanas in place, "but it takes quite some time to train such obedience."

"Hmpfh... Gluck!"

Though Sylvanas's words were muffled by the obscene cock lodged in her throat, Varimathras chuckled. "What's that, Lady Windrunner? You want me to fuck your whore mouth faster? Well, now... Seeing as we are allies..."

He tightened his grip on the back of Sylvanas's head, keeping it in place as he started thrusting in and out of her mouth with quick, rough strokes. Sylvanas gagged with each movement, feeling the Dreadlord's massive tool throbbing inside her throat with every pump.

Her face was covered with Varimathras's and Balnazzar's demonic pre-cum, the festering smell of it filling her nostrils, the fel taint of it invading her lungs.

As Varimathras rutted between her lips, Sylvanas could hear Detheroc's voice. "Hurry up, Varimathras... I too wish to fill the bitch's belly... And I'm finding it quite difficult to hold myself back from painting these with cum..."

He was the only one who hadn't blown his load yet, and he seemed to be holding back only to fill the ex-Ranger General's belly with more quivering nutgoop.

"Nnnnngghh...! GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK!"

Varimathras was grunting with each movement of his fat, anaconda-like dick, pushing his shaft down her throat as he rutted between her lips, his gigantic balls slamming against her chin and neck repeatedly. The sheer size of the thing caused its ridges and veins to be visible even from the outside as he throatfucked Sylvanas mercilessly, ramming her again and again, impaling her face upon his dick.

Viciously, he used her as he would have a doll, uncaring for her wellbeing. She was, after all, undead, and creatures such as she were made to serve. He may have had an agreement of sorts with the woman, but he had never promised to be gentle.

Meanwhile, Detheroc was fucking her overgrown tits, squeezing them in his clawed hands as he hammered her mountainous fuckpillows with his enormous girth. He could hear the lewd sound of her cunt slapping against his balls, the elf's juices splattering against his gigantic nuts as he hammered away at her obscene funbags. It was a wonder her tits could even manage to fully encompass his girth, given the size of him.

"Nngggh..." Varimathras suddenly groaned, the sight of the struggling Sylvanas too much for him to bear.

Then, she glanced up at him, her red eyes meeting his. She wanted this. She had fallen for the corrupting influence of his gigantic dick. Even though she squirmed around his cock, she obviously wanted it, and her eyes seemed to ask for more.

Varimathras's body went rigid. The way she looked at him... His body shuddered. Then he released his load deep inside her throat, her eyes widening as she felt the heat of his seed filling her belly, the demon's thick shaft throbbing as he spurted his seed in rapid, powerful bursts. The first cum missile that fired from his flared tip felt like a punch to the gut, so powerful had it been.

Sylvanas's eyes watered again, tears streaming down her face. It was an odd sensation, being used in such a manner, but she wanted more... and she hoped that Detheroc would offer her the same treatment. She had never felt such a thick load of cum inside her belly. She felt her insides churn, the Dreadlord's gooey, tainted nut filling her up nearly to the brim.

"Gaaah, you fucking whore," Varimathras hissed, pulling his cock from her throat, thick strands of quivering nutmuck firing from his flared cockhead, landing on Sylvanas's face and neck, mixing with Detheroc's own slimy precum. A few shots landed on her eyelids, weighing down her eyelashes with a thick webbing of fel-infused cum.

Sylvanas couldn't help but glance down to see Detheroc freeing his dick from the warm tunnel of her tits. It was his turn now, and she felt herself squirm with excitement at the thought of having yet another demon ravage her throat. This one did not turn her head as the other two had done, instead grabbing her by her saliva and cum slathered chin and tilting her head backwards. He grinned sadistically at her.

"See how this alliance of ours benefits us all? This is your true nature we are bringing out, Lady Windrunner," he said, using her title almost mockingly. "After this, you'll be begging us for more 'diplomatic meetings' such as these," he chuckled.

She tried to open her mouth to form a response, but the only thing that came out from between her lips was a lewd, fat cum bubble, prompting the three demons surrounding her to laugh.

"Good grief," Balnazzar said. "I can't believe this is all it took to turn the proud Sylvanas Windrunner in a cum-addicted whore... And we're only getting started! How pathetic."

"I wouldn't say pathetic," Detheroc responded, lifting her chin with his fingers so he could look her in the eyes. "She's certainly not the first elf to lose her mind to a Dreadlord's cock..."

With a wet slap, Detheroc placed his cockhead on Sylvanas's plush lips, watching the elf's tongue dart out immediately to start pleasuring the ridged head, her plush lips only adding to the black lipstick stains already covering them. "Now, open your mouth... wide..."

"Hah!" Balnazzar scoffed. "Look at that... She can't even wait to get a cock inside her mouth, can she?"

Slowly, the Dreadlord began sliding his dick into Sylvanas's mouth, watching as her cum-slathered lips accepted him, stretching to an obscene degree around him.

"Mmff... nghhhh...!" She gagged, eyes watering as he filled her mouth. It would have been far too large for the Sylvanas of Quel'thalas but, being undead, she had very few of the limits that her living body had once possessed.

Detheroc began thrusting into Sylvanas's mouth with long, slow strokes, her throat bulging around his cock. With her head tilted back and him standing over her, it offered a perfect view of the action to his two brothers who were rapidly stroking their cocks back to life.

Sylvanas tried to open her mouth wider, her tongue lashing against the underside of the Dreadlord's enormous cock as it began pistoning in and out of her mouth. With each thrust he reached deep inside her, her throat constricting around him tightly. The lewd gurgling noise that escaped her throat was an obscene sound, almost inhuman.

"Your throat is amazing, Lady Sylvanas..." Detheroc groaned, thrusting into her mouth as Varimathras and Balnazzar both began approaching, their titanic, throbbing cocks ready once more.

Soon, Detheroc was slamming himself into Sylvanas's throat from behind, akin to the position held by a sword-swallower. It was an odd sensation for her to look up at the sky with Detheroc's enormous balls blocking her vision, the fat, cum-laden orbs soon coming to rest on her forehead as he hammered into her.

The lewd GLURK GLURK of that animalistic throatfucking only encouraged the other two Dreadlords, who soon began groping and fondling Sylvanas's fat, jiggling tits, squeezing them roughly as they placed their cocks next to Detheroc's upon Sylvanas's messy countenance.

As Varimathras and Balnazzar both jerked their veiny monoliths onto her face, Sylvanas could feel their demonic precum leaking from their cocks and drenching her face. It felt warm, almost soothing, but she knew that this was only a sign of what was to come as it ran down her neck and onto her tits.

Soon, Varimathras and Balnazzar were both sliding their enormous, purplish-red demonhoods over her face, making a mess of her, covering her with their demonic pre-cum. She could see their veins throbbing, their cockheads bulging obscenely, the pair of demons jerking themselves off rapidly.

Gluck! Gluck! Gluck! the lewd sounds coming from Sylvanas's throat only served to entice the demonic trio further as the corruption from their fel-tainted fluids began running through Sylvanas's own veins. Luckily for her, her slowed circulatory system had afforded her a few more minutes of sanity before she began feeling the effects of demonic corruption.

While she had always been a willing participant, she now found herself craving every thrust of Detheroc's cock down her throat as he held her head firmly with both hands, covering her ears, his gigantic nuts slamming down onto her eyes and forehead repeatedly.

Detheroc grunted with each thrust, Sylvanas's throat feeling tighter than ever as he slammed his enormous cock repeatedly down her esophagus. "Do you like this, Lady Sylvanas? You like the feeling of a Dreadlord using your throat for his pleasure?"

"Mmmghh...!" Sylvanas moaned into Detheroc's crotch, her tongue flicking over his demonic balls as he thrust his cock down her throat, forcing it deeper with each movement.

"I suppose that was as positive a response as we're going to get with you destroying her throat," Varimathras laughed, his hands groping her cum-covered tits from the side as she struggled to breathe despite her limited need to do so.

As Detheroc held her head in place and started to facefuck her brutally, Sylvanas could feel the cum bubbling up inside her stomach, threatening to come back up. But it would not have reached her mouth as Detheroc's thick meat pole plugged her throat completely.

Balnazzar groaned, giving his cock a few hard strokes as he fired a thick, glutinous line of cum onto Sylvanas's cheeks, pulling his cock back to continue plastering her face with his hot, tainted seed. His body jerked as he came, painting the elf's curves with his gooey, demonic load. It was like lava, almost, as it dribbled down Sylvanas's features, sticking to her eyelashes and her skin.

As Varimathras released his load as well, his balls contracted, sending another heavy glob of cum splattering against her chin and neck, mixing with the cum that Balnazzar had already covered her skin with. It was a good thing her hood had remained on her head, or else her hair would have undoubtedly become a matted mess with the unholy amounts of cum being fired her way.

The demon's thick load, off-white and with the slightest green tinge to it, slowly dripped down her skin, slowly pooling between her breasts, slithering down her stomach. Sylvanas was surrounded by the demons, covered in their demonic cum, the corruption of their semen slowly worming into the deepest recesses of her mind. She wasn't sure if she wanted it anymore, but it seemed to be the only thing that filled her with any emotion, any life, anymore.

Was it the act itself that she craved? Or the fact that, for what felt like an eternity, she felt alive?

The only way Sylvanas could really know was to continue submitting to these creatures, letting them use her as they saw fit. Her eyes burned as she thought about it, though it could just have been tears from her overused throat or the cum that dripped down into her eyes.

Her head was throbbing, her tongue raw, her jaw aching, her lips burning, her throat constricting around the Dreadlords' huge dick. Detheroc had her chin gripped between his clawed fingers as he hammered away, Sylvanas's tongue licking at his demonic balls in between her lewd gagging and slurping noises.

Detheroc laughed, shaking his head at Sylvanas's current condition. "My brothers... she looks to be enjoying herself so much... I suppose we could give her a night to remember, mmh?"

With that, Detheroc gritted his teeth, slamming himself down to the hilt one more time as he started unloading deep into Sylvanas's stomach, his thick, creamy load adding to the other two which were already there in her stomach. Her midsection bulged somewhat at the sheer quantity of potent demon cum being forcefed to her, but she didn't try to pull away.

"Nnngghhh! GLUCK! GLNCKK!!" She gagged, struggling to breathe through the enormous cock buried deep within her throat as she felt the Dreadlord's cock pulsating, spitting out what seemed like a never-ending torrent of thick, tainted cum.

Detheroc pulled himself from her mouth, a long strand of saliva linking her lips to his dick, thick globules of cum oozing from her stretched lips, his fat nuts slapping against her face. He stepped away, giving himself ample room to paint the rest of Sylvanas's luscious body with thick ropes of cock snot.

"Mmmhhg...!" Sylvanas moaned in a daze, her tongue reaching out to lick the demon's cock, her hands wrapping around the base of the thick shaft to keep it in place as he continued to unload on her.

Her eyes were covered in a thick layer of jizz, gummy cum sticking to her eyelashes and making it hard for her to see as she slobbered on whichever cock was closest, her mind a blur of pleasure and cum, her world nothing but those fat, grey demon cocks. She wanted to serve, to worship those enormous meat poles. She wanted to give herself completely to her new masters.

"Such a beautiful, obedient little elf..." Detheroc said, running his hand over Sylvanas's cum-covered face. "I could get used to this," he grinned, stroking himself as the last of his thick cum began spitting from his flared cockhead. He wiped a strand of cum from her cheek, dragging the thick, droopy liquid to her lips.

She eagerly sucked it from his finger.

"Yes, Lady Sylvanas... I think we could use your services on a more permanent basis," Varimathras growled, his cock throbbing in his hand as he continued to jerk himself off.

Sylvanas felt her world shattering yet again as she understood how her place was here, on her knees, servicing these powerful demons. Her vengeance on Arthas could wait...

"I think we will," Detheroc added. "How do you feel about that?"

The Dreadlord's question hung in the air. Sylvanas had never felt anything like this, the rush of excitement and lust coursing through her undead body as she thought about being used by these three Dreadlords over and over again. The feeling was overpowering and she heard herself reply.

"I... I... want..." Sylvanas moaned, her eyes fluttering open, eyelids quite nearly glued shut by the thick globs of cum that still hung to her skin.

The three demons laughed and Varimathras cupped her chin, meeting her gaze. "You want? By Sargeras's left nut, woman, is this all that remains of your intellect after only three loads in your belly?" he laughed.

Sylvanas flushed and she felt herself being lifted off the ground, manoeuvred into a straddling position above Varimathras as the other two Dreadlords circled, looking for an opening.

Balnazzar leaned in, eyeing Sylvanas's dripping cunt. "She's dripping wet, brothers..." he observed with a chuckle, teasing her slit with the tip of his finger.

"A belly full of cum will do that to an elf," Detheroc said, amused. He gripped his dick by the base and smacked Sylvanas's face a few times with it. "Is this what you want, slut?"

Sylvanas nodded, the demon's cock only inches away from her face, so close she could feel the heat from it.

"Is that a yes? We're not so familiar with the subtleties of your species, Lady Windrunner," Varimathras said, his cock standing at attention behind Sylvanas, towering over her menacingly, casting a shadow on the grey cheeks of her huge rump.

"Nnghh...!" Sylvanas moaned as she nodded, a thick string of cum dribbling from her mouth to her chin as she did so. She couldn't stand to wait any longer, even if she didn't have the words to express it. Her pussy was wetter than it had ever been, a sign of her excitement, a sign that the demons' tainted seed was doing its work.

"As you wish, Lady Windrunner... we'll make sure you get exactly what you want." Varimathras placed his hands on her wide hips and lifted her up briefly before lowering her towards himself, impaling her onto his massive dick with a wet, audible schlurp. The head of his behemoth cock was massive enough that she wondered how he even managed to stuff the first inch of the obscene thing into her.

She could feel it stretching her out as he pushed further into her sopping, velvety cunt.

"Haaa!" she cried out in pleasure, any pain she would have felt numbed, overtaken by the sheer ecstasy of having her pussy filled to such a degree.

"It's a good thing we ran those experiments on the whore's body... She's a perfect cocksleeve now," Balnazzar chuckled, watching as his brother's gigantic fuckpillar slowly disappeared into Sylvanas. He took her hips, smacking his cock against the fat cheeks of her ass appreciatively, as though testing the waters.

"Room for more?" Balnazzar asked, teasing Sylvanas's asshole with the flared head of his cock as the elf continued to impale herself upon the enormity of Varimathras's giant slab of fuckmeat.

Sylvanas felt like she was being split in two as she lowered herself further, gasping for breath as her pussy stretched wider than she had thought it had ever been capable of, more than her mortal body would have ever been able to endure.

"Good girl... good girl..." Balnazzar said, the tip of his cock teasing her asshole, the thick ring of muscle gripping at him, trying to push him away as it spread. His strong hands gripped her firm ass cheeks, spreading them wide. It was the only way to reliably see where his cock was even pointing, given the absurd size of those elven cheeks.

"Nnnngghhh! Haaaah...!" Sylvanas's mouth hung agape in ecstasy as Balnazzar slowly forced his cock into her ass, stretching her out further than ever before as she gaped like a fish, struggling to take the entirety of the enormous demonhood into her sphincter.

"How does that feel, Lady Sylvanas?" Detheroc asked, running a finger down her spine, the feeling of his claws on her skin a strange but not unpleasant sensation. His cock pressed against her cheek now, smearing it with sizzling precum.

Sylvanas was overcome by lust, the demonic cocks in her ass and cunt taking over all her senses as she struggled to keep her mind straight. She could feel the taint of their demonic seed in her belly, making her insides feel tingly and hot, as though the demons' taint had been injected into her bloodstream. Her blood burned.

She nodded at Detheroc, taking the Dreadlord's enormous dick in her hand, stroking it gently, her pussy dripping on Varimathras's cock as he pounded into her from beneath. The sensation of being so full was only heightened as more and more of that turgid meat was stuffed into her stretched out body, her moans and whimpers becoming louder with every added bit of dick pushed inside.

"Do you want more, Lady Sylvanas?" Detheroc asked.

"Yesss..." Sylvanas breathed, barely able to form the word, so lost in her own lust was she now. Her hands wrapped around his cock, her fingers brushing against the thick base as she jerked it, feeling it throb in her hand.

Detheroc's cockhead seemed to expand, almost bulging, as it spat a thick wad of precum, smearing over Sylvanas's cheeks and dripping down to her jaw, coating her in more of the foul demon seed. Before she could speak another word, the elephantine cock was being forced down her throat, Detheroc gripping her jaw firmly and stuffing himself into that divine elven maw once more.

Sylvanas moaned, her eyes glazing over as she felt the demonic cum bubbling in her belly, the fel-tainted sperm pushing its way through her system, making her tingle all over. The thick, viscous precum that Detheroc was pumping into her only served to enhance that mind-numbing pleasure, that exquisite, torturous ecstasy. She was losing her sense of self in that moment.

The demon lords watched as Sylvanas struggled to accommodate more of their gigantic, tumescent poles into her tight, tight holes. They could feel her insides burning, the very fabric of the elven whore's body beginning to crumble and tear as it stretched out, unable to take in such enormous quantities of demonic cock. And yet, somehow, she had managed to remain intact. Her body, at least. Her mind was in a far different condition.

Sylvanas moaned into Detheroc's crotch, struggling to breathe as he pounded into her throat, his cock almost reaching her stomach. The two other Dreadlords, meanwhile, had finally managed to stuff every last inch of their enormous dicks into Sylvanas's body. Her tight, taut elf-asshole gripped Balnazzar like a vice, almost begging for the tainted seed that he would eventually release there. Her pussy was being stretched even further than ever before, its pink folds spread obscenely around the enormous cock that was now firmly lodged within it.

All three Dreadlords suddenly felt Sylvanas's holes tighten around them, squeezing them as her muscles seized, a powerful orgasmic wave ripping through the woman. Her eyes widened briefly and then shut as she rode that wave, though the three men kept fucking her, slowly picking up their pace as they got used to the tightness of her body.

"Nnngh... I think she likes it rough, brother," Varimathras chuckled, grinding himself against Sylvanas as he pounded into her from underneath, catching one of the elf's thick nipples between his lips, sucking and nibbling on the hardened nub as her other huge, bouncing breast smacked against the side of his face.

"She certainly does..." Detheroc grunted as he slammed into Sylvanas's throat, her saliva coating the shaft of his enormous cock, her lips wrapped firmly around his throbbing member.

Sylvanas had never felt so full before, never felt so complete, never felt so whole, never felt so much pleasure, never felt so much pain, never felt so alive.

Balnazzar held Sylvanas's wide hips firmly, gripping the flesh of her round ass as he hammered into it viciously, savagely fucking her from behind, pulling out half his giant prick before slamming it back down again, his colossal nuts swinging beneath the base of his cock, colliding with the elf's ass each time he hilted himself into her.

Varimathras kept one hand on Sylvanas's heaving breasts, feeling the flesh bounce in his hands, her soft mounds quivering with every impact, her turgid nipples hard against his palms.

All three cocks were now pistoning in and out of her at an increasing rate, fucking every one of her holes raw with demonic fury, uncaring as to the banshee's level of comfort.

Sylvanas was so far gone she didn't even know who she was at that moment, or what was happening, but she didn't care. All she knew was the burning pleasure that was searing through her veins, the strange sensation of the Dreadlords' tainted seed coursing through her system, changing her, making her whole.

"You are ours now," Balnazzar grunted, thrusting deep into her ass, brutally slamfucking her fat, round rear. He felt the ring of her sphincter stretch to accommodate the sheer girth of his enormous fuckmeat, his crotch colliding with her ass repeatedly.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"You will be used as a cumdump for as long as we see fit," Detheroc snarled, gripping her chin tightly with his clawed fingers and forcing her to look at him. He drove his cock into her mouth again and again, burying himself to the hilt each time, his balls hitting her chin and throat with every one of those forceful thrusts.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Sylvanas moaned loudly, her eyes glazed over, drool pooling out of her mouth as the three Dreadlords ravished her, fucking her holes with reckless abandon, filling her with more cock than should have been possible. They pounded her, hilting themselves into her tight elf-cunt with almost every thrust, their cocks stretching her out to an impossible degree, her ass swallowing more of the huge shaft than she could ever have imagined.

"You were right, it seems, Detheroc," Balnazzar grunted as he kept on fucking the elf's huge, round ass, waves of ass-fat rippling outwards with every impact of his hips on her round globes. "She really was the greatest whore in all of Quel'thalas, and now she'll be the greatest whore in the Legion," he chuckled.

"No mean feat, given the succubi under our employ..." Varimathras grunted as he fucked Sylvanas from underneath, grabbing onto her thick thighs for leverage.

"Honestly, I doubt we would have even needed this plan at all to get her to side with us," Detheroc said, grabbing the back of Sylvanas's head to steady himself, the ridges of his cock visible from outside as he ravaged Sylvanas's throat. "We could have just whipped our dicks out and she would have been ours."

The trio laughed, their pace accelerating as they continued using the elf as a mere sex toy for their pleasure, Sylvanas cumming again and again as they fucked brutally. Tears of pleasure and effort welled up in her eyes as the sheer quantity of dick inside her soon sent her reeling into another orgasm.

Balnazzar felt his cock flex within Sylvanas's asshole as her sphincter spasmed around him, the muscles gripping him tightly as the elf came, her massive ass shaking with every impact. He grunted as suddenly, his cockhead bulged and he unleashed a torrent of hot, thick seed within the elf's bowels, filling her to the brim with that sizzling, porridge-thick nut, pumping her full of gallons of demon seed.

Sylvanas whimpered helplessly, impaled by three enormous cocks. Her eyes rolled to the back of her skull as she came again and again.

Varimathras was next, hilting himself within her, his monstrously thick cockhead pressed to her cervix. He grunted, shooting rope after rope of tainted cum into her, the thick liquid splashing against her cervix and flooding her womb.

"Nnggh... Fucking whore..." he growled, thrusting harder and faster, emptying his enormous balls into her tight pussy as his disgorging monolith kept on assaulting her sopping wet cocksleeve, pumping her full of the custard-thick nutsauce.

Sylvanas moaned in blissful ecstasy as ceaseless orgasms wracked her form, each one chipping away at her sanity. She gurgled around Detheroc's dick, one hand on Varimathras's chest for stability, the other pumping away at Detheroc's titanic battering ram of a cock, eager to get him off.

Cum poured from her abused holes, though more and more of it was pumped into her, causing her midriff to bloat obscenely with the sheer amount of it.

"Agh, fuck," Detheroc groaned as he felt his balls tighten, along with his grip on Sylvanas's head. He slammed himself into her throat one last time before he began unloading right into her stomach, the first blast of pudding-like demon-nut flooding her stomach more than the three previous loads had managed, only adding to the bloating of her stomach, her midsection seemingly full as though she were heavily pregnant.

Varimathras hilted himself within Sylvanas once more, feeling her walls grip him like a vice, warm wetness enveloping every inch of his unfathomably fat prick. The muscles of her tight cunt seemed to flex and contract around his thick pole, as though they were sucking him deeper inside, eager to milk the seed from his monstrously full balls.

"Hah... Nnngh, shit..." he grunted, hammering away at her gaping pussy, all three Dreadlords now unloading vast quantities of fel-tainted ballbatter deep into the writhing, moaning banshee-whore.

Balnazzar grinned as he watched Sylvanas's midsection begin to expand visibly with each subsequent ejaculation, his enormous nutsack slapping against her ass with every thrust, filling her with gallons of the sizzling cum, causing her belly to stretch tautly. Her belly bulged outward as the seed in her belly continued to expand, her already massive tits looking even larger with her distended midriff.

Thick, off-white sludge flowed from her holes and from the corners of her mouth as the Dreadlords' final blasts of cum shot into her. Detheroc, last to cum, was the first to pull out of Sylvanas's mouth, prompting the undead elf to cough up thick wads of ballslop. So much of it came back up as she coughed that it began leaking from her nose in thick, goopy rivers that hung to her upper lip and chin.

While the banshee's makeup had always been sloppy, with mascara running down her eyes, it was now truly a mess as cum covered her face, some of it dry already as more of it added onto it. To complete his masterpiece, Detheroc managed to pump out a few more thick ropes of cum, slathering them across the cum-addled elf's features, an amused grin on his features.

With a lewd schlurp, Balnazzar pulled his enormous cock from Sylvanas's asshole, causing the fat slab to droop lewdly. Thick ropes of off-white semen still hung from his maleness, which he gladly wiped onto the elf's cheeks. The demon lord looked down at her, his expression that of pure contempt as he saw her cum-soaked body, covered in sweat and seed, her pussy gaping lewdly as Varimathras's massive prick left it.

Sylvanas moaned weakly, her body aflame with pleasure and pain, the demon's tainted cum still pumping through her body as her brain was left in a cloud of euphoric bliss. She panted heavily, the Dreadlords' cockmeat leaving her holes, making her feel hollow and empty. She needed to feel full again... She needed them to stuff their dicks back into her.

"Look at her," Varimathras said, chuckling as he rolled her to her side. "Once so proud... Reduced to a panting whore, a moaning fucksleeve for us to use as we see fit."

"Slathered in cum, as all elves should be," Balnazzar said.

Detheroc pressed a hoof to Sylvanas's side, pushing softly to test her reaction. Her overfull belly wobbled with the sheer quantity of cum that was inside it, and she mewled pitifully at the contact, causing her belly to bounce with each whine.

Sylvanas lay there. A cum-soaked heap, her body quivering from the immense pleasure that was still coursing through her.

The sight was deeply arousing to the three Dreadlords, who felt themselves growing hard once more.

"I've got a little bit more in me," Varimathras said with a devilish grin.

The other two grunted their approval and helped lift Sylvanas up, Balnazzar lifting her by her shoulders and Detheroc by her legs, until the woman was once again standing, albeit with her knees slightly bent, as her midsection was too heavy with the cum that had been stuffed into her.

"Oooh..." Sylvanas whined weakly, her body trembling as the three Dreadlords pressed in close around her, their cocks rising up, towering over her like the claws of some great beast, still dripping with their spent essence. She gulped, her throat dry and raw from all the cock that had just been thrust down it, yet she remained ready for more.

Balnazzar reached out and ran his fingers over the curve of Sylvanas's midriff, watching as her belly jiggled with the touch. He grinned as the thick cum on her belly began to slide, splashing onto the floor, though more still oozed from her gaping gash and stretched-out rectum. She'd been ruined, all of them knew, and would most likely never be able to derive pleasure from lesser cocks.

Slowly, the three demons lifted Sylvanas up and, with Balnazzar at the back, lowered the she-elf back onto that throbbing pillar of fuckmeat. The feeling of once more being filled with fel-cock elicited a moan and a whimper from Sylvanas, her eyes rolling back and her tongue falling from her mouth.

Any semblance of the fierce and cunning elf that had once been Sylvanas was now a drooling, cock-addicted whore, a slave to Nathrezim dick.

When a foot or so of Balnazzar's cock had filled her up ass, Sylvanas felt a second cock joining in.

Varimathras grunted slightly. "My turn..."

Slowly, Balnazzar lowered Sylvanas's plump, jiggling ass back down onto both his and Varimathras's shafts, the tight elf-hole stretching around the demons' megacocks, her rectum splayed open lewdly as Varimathras's and Balnazzar's colossal fucktubes entered her.

"Nnnnggh..." Sylvanas moaned as she was split apart, the massive dicks reaming her hole out once more.

And then, she felt a third join. While her ass had been stretched to its limits, this test would surely end her - there was no way for a third dick to enter her in such a fa-

Her mind went blank. Her vision became blurry.

All she knew was pleasure. All she knew was the feeling of her ass stretching impossibly to take the three colossal dicks inside her, of the Dreadlords holding onto her plump thighs firmly, gripping the flesh of her round ass as they fucked her, of the demon's cocks spearing her ass with cocks that would put even the mighty Tauren to shame.

"Yes... You were made for this," Balnazzar grunted as he pounded his gargantuan meatpillar into Sylvanas's cum-filled ass, watching the elf writhe atop them.

Slowly, the three demons began a slow pumping motion, their three cocks pulling out and entering her in quick succession so that there always remained one cock pulling out and one pushing in. Their combined girth was so immense that the two shafts that were still inside Sylvanas's holes remained connected, and she felt like her body was being split apart as they fucked her, her insides stretched beyond reason, her belly bulging obscenely as the demon-cum within her kept sloshing about.

"Mm, I can feel it from here," Detheroc grunted, reaching down and running a claw over Sylvanas's stretched-out belly, causing it to wobble obscenely as the cum within it rippled. He pushed down slightly, and the cum within her sloshed out around the three demon-cocks. Sylvanas whined as she felt the seed pour from her gaping pussy and ass, the thick cum pouring out of her and forming a small puddle beneath her. The thick, goopy slop rolled down her and onto the three Dreadlords' balls as they started picking up their pace.

Sylvanas moaned, her brain rapidly being overtaken by the pleasure that she felt coursing through her. She whimpered softly, the sounds of wet, squelching and slapping filling the air. Sylvanas was impaled on the three gigantic cocks, unable to do anything but moan and writhe helplessly.

Detheroc chuckled. "She's been ruined. Utterly ruined, and we've barely gotten started," he said, the demon reaching up to run his fingers through her hair, grabbing onto her ash-blonde locks and tugging her head back so that he could gaze into her eyes. Her red eyes showed no signs of intelligence, and a trail of drool hung from her lip, dripping down and coating her breasts as she panted heavily, a blissful expression on her features.

The three demons fucked Sylvanas harder and harder, driving their huge demon-cocks deeper into the cum-soaked elf, watching her huge breasts wobble with each impact. Their pace became quicker, the three demons pounding away at the elf with such force that her huge tits bounced wildly, slapping against her fat, cum-bloated midsection.

She cried and moaned, begging for more. The trio of cocks within her fucked her now with such speed that it almost felt as though she was being ravaged by one gigantic prick, feeling their heads and veins rearranging her insides, cum leaking out of her every which way.

Every now and then, she would cough or burp, fat globs of evil-looking jizz falling from her lips, adding to the slimy mixture that coated much of her skin already.

Balnazzar let out a snarl, the elf-whore's insides squeezing him as though to milk him dry, causing the first ropes of the demon lord's thick demon seed to spurt into her bowels. The first spurt of thick, gooey demon-nut flooded Sylvanas's insides, followed by a second, and a third, before her belly bloated again. The elf let out a low moan, feeling the hot, sizzling load of demon cum flood her body. Her stomach filled once more, bloating obscenely, bulging out even more, her midsection seeming as though she was in her third trimester, pregnant with triplets.

Detheroc was next, hilting himself within Sylvanas as he pumped his first wad of off-white demon-cum into her ass. The demon grunted as he pulled her down, slamming his massive member into the elf's ass with enough force that Sylvanas felt the air displaced from that movement being pushed up her stomach and through her mouth, bringing with it another gob of overflowing nut.

With his massive, demon-cock buried deep within the banshee-queen, Detheroc continued to unload, his hot, sizzling ballbatter splattering against Sylvanas's insides, causing the banshee's already stretched-out stomach to expand again.

Unable to hold back, Varimathras began blowing his load as well, his balls tightening as he unloaded yet another load into Sylvanas's quivering asshole. The three demons, feeling the elf's ass spasm around them, kept unloading, blast after blast of molten hot splooge firing straight into Sylvanas's overfull stomach.

"Gaaaahh..." the pleasure-wrecked slut gargled, her throat and mouth full of the thick, goopy substance, that porridge-thick cream filling every crevice she had to offer. Much of it came up through her nose as well, the thickness of it preventing it from running much, but it hung from her nostrils, making breathing difficult.

With one final thrust, Detheroc let out a triumphant growl as his orgasm finally ebbed away, his enormous demon-cock still embedded within Sylvanas's ass.

The elf continued to squirm, the pleasure still coursing through her as her brain was filled with ecstasy. It seemed like a million years ago that she'd first met these demons... All that she had once known had been replaced by the mind-shattering pleasure that they had been giving her. Her mind was a fog of pure bliss, her consciousness leaving her completely as her entire being was nothing but the desire for cum, the need to be bred, to be fucked, to have her body pumped full of nut.

All she wanted was to be filled to the brim with the thick demon-seed that oozed from her ass and womb, that she felt sloshing about in her gut.

With only her ass plugged by the three tree trunk-cocks, the only other place the cum could leave was her mouth and soon, Sylvanas felt the thick, quivering cum pouring from her mouth and nose in alarming amounts, falling over her chin, her huge tits and her swollen stomach.

After what seemed like hours, the Dreadlords slowly pulled themselves out of Sylvanas's ass. With a lewd, wet slurp, Detheroc's enormous prick slipped out of Sylvanas's gaping rectum, causing it to drool cum like a waterfall of jizz. The same thing happened with Balnazzar's dick, with Varimathras's cock coming out last, creating a loud popping noise that made the slut moan in ecstasy as she felt the trio of demons empty their cocks out of her ass.

The three demons dropped Sylvanas to the floor, grinning down at her, the bloated she-elf now so full of cum, the creamy mixture pouring from her every orifice, that she could barely move.

"Well now... I suppose she did fill her end of the bargain," Varimathras said.

Detheroc chuckled. "Then let us discuss these plans to take down Arthas and the Lich King."