Sylvanas Vs Futa Calia

Sylvanas smirked as she watched Azeroth's heroes wander into Castle Nathria.

The enormous castle stood tall and imposing at the centre of the region, a black spire against the dull grey of Revendreth's skies. It seemed that no matter which direction one looked, the Sire's castle stood in the distance, with the gigantic, lifeless gargoyle seated at the very top of it. Tendrils of crimson anima lazily drifted towards The Maw down below.

Indeed, the lord of this land had served his purpose when he had fed his realm's essence directly to Sylvanas's master. For his betrayal, he would now face some of the mightiest foes that the mortal races had produced. She knew what these so-called maw walkers were capable of, and she did not wish to stand between them and their prize, and was rather glad they were not going after her for the time being.

At best, she would delay them for a few minutes more. At worst, she would be slain and her master's chances of victory would be diminished considerably.

No. For now, she had other plans. A certain Pallid Lady had apparently decided to take up residence in Oribos…

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Heads turned as Calia Menethil made her way around the ancient city of Oribos, her huge, round tits barely restrained by the low-cut robes she wore. Those ashen spheres, jiggling and bouncing so enticingly within the confines of her bodice, somehow managed to grab the attention of even the incredibly asexual attendants and guardians of the city.

With all eyes on her, Calia knew she was safe. Sylvanas's agents could not get to her.

However, aching feet soon drew the woman back to her room, a richly decorated chamber held by Cartel Ta. Lightwrought undead were a rarity in the cosmos, it seemed, for the Brokers readily offered her the largest and most ornate of their chambers in exchange for the chance to ask her but a handful of unobtrusive questions.

And yet, as she looked around the incredibly circular Oribos, she found that she could not remember which way her room was. All the corridors had the same plain, grey look to them.

She would have to ask for directions. Again.

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"Ah, yes, it's over there. Third door on the left," one of the merchants said, pointing down a corridor as he pocketed a hefty coin purse.

The cloaked figure nodded, keeping as low a profile as possible.

Getting into Oribos had been the challenging part. All entrances were so heavily guarded that Sylvanas had to enter by temporarily possessing a Maw Walker using her banshee abilities and using that person's body to carry her own physical body through the main portal to the city.

Once inside, however, switching back to her true body had been a relatively painless process. For her, of course. The human woman she had used would find her way into the maw and would, with the help of a sprinkle of domination magic, find one of Zovaal's cages within which to take a nap.

Using domination magic always left a sour taste in Sylvanas's mouth, but she had accepted that it was necessary to achieve her goals.

Her heels clicked against the stone floors of Oribos's empty hallways, much of the city presently deserted.

Slipping into the room was child's play to the Dark Lady, her dagger allowing her to quickly disable the locking mechanism.

The room itself was dark, quiet. She scanned the room quickly before closing the door behind her as quietly as possible, completely obscuring the soft blue light from outside. There seemed to be no one else in the room. And so, Sylvanas began looking around for clues. Anything that could allow her some insight into what the Maw Walkers, as well as Bolvar and the Ebon Blade, were planning.

Sylvanas's long, elven ears perked up at the sound of footsteps outside, accompanied by that of a heavy robe dragging along the floor.

The woman's eyes immediately spotted a large wooden armoire.

The lock disengaged and blue light from outside soon flooded the room.

Sylvanas slipped in, closing the doors and only now noticing that the doors had a woven mesh in the centre, allowing her to see outside. She cursed her luck, mind running through the possibilities. Could she fight off Calia? Most certainly. Could she make it out of Oribos in one piece if she did so? Unlikely.

She would have to wait for an opportunity to leave the room, her red eyes watching as the Pallid Lady entered the room, looking as regal as ever with her white robes and heels.

Immediately, Sylvanas's eyes went to the woman's bust, feeling a twinge of jealousy as her hefty breasts jiggled with every step. Most people thought Sylvanas wanted Calia dead for political reasons. That was partly it. Mostly, however, she simply could not stand her Forsaken looking up to a leader even more beautiful than she.

Calia touched a crystal on a table, and the whole room was soon illuminated in the warm glow of the Brokers' alien technology. The woman stretched her arms high above her head, allowing Sylvanas a glimpse of the woman's pure white undergarments struggling to contain her mountainous knockers.

And then did the Pallid Lady turn, gracing Sylvanas with a view of the woman's outrageous posterior, those gargantuan cheeks plainly visible even as they lay concealed beneath heavy, priestly robes. While Calia Menethil enjoyed projecting an image of piety and purity, her body was anything but.

Sylvanas bit her lower lip.

Her red eyes followed the priestess as she made her way to the bed as her thick, heart-shaped ass swayed hypnotically, bouncing ever so slightly with every click of her heels. A soft sigh left the human's lips as she began undoing the clasps holding her robes up, the garment loosening visibly with every snap, the grey-skinned woman's abundant flesh quite nearly bursting from vestments that struggled to contain it.

That last clasp soon came undone, and Calia breathed in relief. Her robes fell to the floor, revealing her white undergarments, that minuscule thong digging into her titanic buttocks, those ludicrous cheeks held up by equally thick thighs.

Not only that, but even from behind, Sylvanas could plainly see the woman's tits, jutting from the side, held up by a white, lacy bra.

But when Calia turned again, her hips swaying and thighs rubbing together, as she hummed pleasantly to herself.

Sylvanas barely managed to hold back a gasp, for there sat, barely contained in Calia's thong, a gigantic, obscenely overgrown cock. No undergarment could have covered the thing, and Sylvanas wondered how she'd never noticed it before — was it a new addition? That grey slab of girlmeat, even in its soft state, had to be folded in on itself, much of it simply overflowing from the top of the comically minuscule garment.

Due to the sheer size of Calia's cock, Sylvanas could see how the bands of her thong dug into her hips. The front of it pushed forward enough that one would have to wonder just how the thing even managed to stay in one piece.

And if that weren't enough, it was accompanied by two equally oversized balls, those smooth, hairless orbs dangling between Calia's thighs like overripe grapefruit.

Unable to tear her eyes away from the sight, Sylvanas slowly slid a hand down her body until her fingers reached her already-dripping sex. Calia Menethil was hung like a fucking horse.

With statuelike stillness, Sylvanas watched the oblivious blonde lean forward at the waist slowly to pick her robes up off the ground. The Banshee Queen was certain that this would be the end of that minuscule thong. Surely, it could never stretch any more than it already had.

But there would be no snapping of undergarments, for instead Calia's gargantuan ashen fuckpole flopped out of that thong, hitting her thighs with a lewd SLAP and the priestess responded with a low, whorish moan.

Even in its soft state, Sylvanas could plainly see how that elephantine rod reached down all the way to the woman's knees. Could such a thing even get hard? She wondered. Her fingers slowly worked at her clit, careful not to make any noises that might give her position away, though unable to tear her hand away.

She would not wait long for her answer, as she watched Calia's fingers slowly brush against her own mammoth prick, the woman biting her lower lip. And, with a free hand, Calia gently squeezed one of her enormous nuts, eliciting another moan from her full, parted lips. Her giant girlcock throbbed ever so gently as the veins running along its length slowly started pumping blood into it.

"Nnngh… Can't get distracted again…" Calia whimpered, quickly turning to the armoire.

Sylvanas's eyes quite nearly popped out of their sockets at the sight of that meaty grey monster bobbing between Calia's thighs as it slowly grew harder and fatter. Horror and arousal had made escape impossible for Sylvanas, her fingers only working her cunt harder and faster now.

Calia opened the doors of Sylvanas's hiding place, revealing the Dark Lady fingering herself like a cockstunned whore. A soft gasp left Calia's lips. "You…!"

It was then that Sylvanas's will began breaking.

Sylvanas couldn't even think about defending herself, her voice coming out as a helpless whimper, and seeing that massive cock up close only managed to wipe clean any thoughts she might have had then. Why had she even come here? Surely, it was to pleasure that fat Menethil cock…

A thick silence filled the air for a long moment.

Calia's eyes were fixed upon Sylvanas's own, though she took good note of where the Dark Lady was staring. The grey-skinned human's fingers moved back to her cock, gripping its pulsating enormity with fingers far too small to even encompass half of its ridiculous girth.

Sylvanas mewled in response, her fingers rubbing her cunt with increased fervour.

A smug grin spread across Calia's lips. "Had I known this was all it took to lay low the mighty Sylvanas Windrunner, I would have done so earlier," she said, her cock growing and swelling with every heartbeat.

Wet, squelching noises echoed through the room as the Banshee Queen kept frigging her soaked elven cunt as Calia pulled open the doors of the armoire even further to get a better look at the moaning, gasping whore.

"But… It would appear that the Dark Lady is nothing but a pathetic whore," Calia continued, slapping her fat, weighty prick down upon Sylvanas's face, the enormous pillar of she-meat long enough to cover the woman's face thrice over.

Calia could hear the soft, muffled moans below her pulsating, meaty prick as Sylvanas rubbed her nose and mouth against the beast's underbelly, inhaling its overpowering scent.

"Nnngggh… I need it…" Sylvanas breathed.

The Banshee Queen herself was now on her knees, worshipping her prick, begging for it like a worthless cockstarved whore. Not even in her wildest dreams had Calia thought such a thing even possible.

Slowly, deliberately, Calia ran her enormous prick back and forth along Sylvanas's face, feeling the woman's tongue and lips working at her veiny shaft. Further and further back did Calia push her cock until her balls finally rested on Sylvanas's chin, those gigantic orbs separated only by the cloth of her thong.

"Show me how much you need it, then. Show me how much of a cock-addicted little slut you are," teased Calia, grabbing the back of Sylvanas's head and pressing her face even harder against her massive cum-factories, rubbing her colossal nuts over the woman's face now.

There was no hesitation in Sylvanas's actions as she buried her face hard against Calia's balls, slurping and sucking at them, those enormous jizztanks rivalling her head in size. She felt like an absolute whore, a slave to those wonderful balls, to the Pallid Lady's cock.

Gasping and panting like the bitch in heat she had become, like the whore she'd always been, Sylvanas pressed her face against those enormous, sloshing orbs for a while longer, savouring and worshipping them. A shiver of excitement ran up Sylvanas's spine as the taste and smell of Calia's behemoth balls overwhelmed her senses, as their impossible weight and size quite nearly caused her to suffocate.

Sylvanas gasped when she felt Calia's balls being pulled away from her face, Calia's gigantic cock dragged along her face in its entirety.

Calia leaned in slightly, causing her fat, wobbling tits to quite nearly spill from their white, lacy prison. Her golden eyes stared down into Sylvanas's red ones as the Pallid Lady cupped the Dark Lady's chin.

"I'd ask you why it is that I found you in my closet, Sylvanas. Why would a woman such as yourself risk everything just to take me out?" Calia said as she began dragging her fat, swollen cockhead against Sylvanas's cheeks, smearing her skin in precum. "I would like to know these things. But, alas, we have more pressing matters to attend to."

With those words spoken, Calia brought her cock to Sylvanas's lips, a grin slowly forming on her lips.

Slowly, and quite instinctually, Sylvanas opened her mouth, allowing Calia entry into her warm, wet maw.

Calia gave a soft gasp of delight as Sylvanas's tongue began assailing her fat, spongy glans, teasing the cumslit at the tip. With lewd, circular motions, that dexterous muscle caressed Calia's titanic fuckpillar.

Saliva, mixed with precum, began leaking from the corners of Sylvanas's stretched-out jaw, rolling down her chin and splattering on her cleavage. Her nostrils flared as her expression slowly became one of pure lust, half-lidded eyes looking down at the highway of cockmeat making its way slowly further and further down her gullet.

Obscene gagging and gurgling noises could be heard echoing against the room's stone walls with every additional inch Calia managed to stuff down Sylvanas's throat, her gasps and moans becoming louder as well.

"Nnnngh… Fuck… You suck cock better than Jaina, even," Calia cooed, allowing her fingers to rest upon the back of Sylvanas's head, fingers curling through that silky hair.

Before long, Calia found herself pushing her elephantine prick down Sylvanas's throat, stretching out the woman's oesophagus to the very limit. The priestess, however, seemed to care little for the wellbeing of her new fuck-sleeve as she felt the woman's throat constrict and struggle around her length.

But she knew she didn't need to care, for Sylvanas's hands were now both upon her pale grey ass, squeezing those fat, wobbly cheeks hard, pulling on Calia, urging her on. Soon, well over a foot of Calia's gigantic obelisk of meat had been forced into Sylvanas, allowing the golden-haired human to begin a slow yet deliberate back and forth, easing herself in and out of that divine fuckhole.

GLRRRK! GLRK! came the incessant gagging from the kneeling, cockgargling Sylvanas, her pleading red eyes looking up at Calia with pure lustful subservience.

Swinging like wrecking balls below, Calia's balls were soon hammering away at Sylvanas with lewd, wet slaps as the undead priestess managed to stuff every last inch of that throbbing enormity into the undead whore.

And once she had accomplished that, she began fucking Sylvanas's face and fucking it hard, slamming herself hard and fast into the gagging, moaning elf-whore, holding her head firmly with both hands. Her crotch would press against Sylvanas's lips and nose with every downward thrust, saliva and precum bubbling out of the corners of Sylvanas's mouth with the sheer intensity of that brutal facefucking.

Cracks were beginning to form in Sylvanas's mind as her already-brittle sanity was broken away, piece by piece, by Calia Menethil's enormous slab of girlmeat. With her body being used as nothing more than a masturbatory accessory for the impossibly hung priestess, Sylvanas could do little but hold on, gagging and gasping like the absolute cock-addicted whore she was.

With Sylvanas's lips forming a tight seal around her girth, Calia could not hold on for much longer and soon, her colossal she-cock began throbbing. Panting and moaning desperately, Calia began hammering away at Sylvanas's face harder and faster as her orgasm neared with each pump of her obscene meat-tube.

"Gnnngghh… Fucking… Take my cum, you whore…" groaned Calia as she held back for as long as she could, her balls tightening as she fucked Sylvanas's throat raw.

GLURGK! GLRGK! GLRG!

As Calia's cock throbbed hard, lurching and pumping fat wads of precum into Sylvanas's stomach, the priestess finally hilted herself into the elf's throat. With a groan, her gigantic fuckpillar began unloading inhuman amounts of thick, creamy nut deep into Sylvanas's stomach.

The first few blasts felt like punches to Sylvanas, whose eyes widened helplessly as more and more of that virile baby batter flooded her insides. Every spurt caused her to moan around Calia's enormous meatpole, her mind quite nearly going blank from the abuse, unable to wrap her mind around how one person could produce so much fucking cum.

Gurgling and gagging around Calia's cock, Sylvanas could feel the pressure in her stomach building and, with no way for the cum to escape, her midsection started expanding from the sheer quantity of cum. As more and more of the priestess's spunk was forced straight into her stomach, Sylvanas placed a hand on her stomach, feeling it grow and grow until it appeared as though she was months pregnant with multiple children.

And as Calia pulled her gargantuan, bloated tool from the undead elf's throat, Sylvanas retched and out came a fountain of off-white ballbatter.

The priestess was quick to stop this, however, with a hand firmly held to Sylvanas's jaw.

"Oh no. It's rude to waste a friend's gift. So be a good girl and swallow every drop."

And so, Sylvanas obeyed, her throat bulging with the copious amounts of porridge-thick jizz, struggling to keep it all down.

The Banshee Queen gave a weak moan, midsection still large and round.

"Now, let's make sure you're well and truly stuffed. This is what you came here for, is it not?" Calia cooed as she reached down, grabbing Sylvanas by the throat with surprising strength, quickly spinning her around so that the elf's face was to the armoire's back wall.

A loud smack echoed in the room as Sylvanas felt Calia press her behemoth girlprick between her large blue-grey cheeks, slowly sliding the huge wet thing up and down the crevice of her buttocks.

"Nnngh…" groaned Sylvanas, too afraid to resist. Not that she really wanted to. Fear and arousal made for a heady cocktail.

With fingers firmly gripping that fat elven ass, fingers sinking into that doughy flesh as she jerked herself off for a moment with Sylvanas's canyon of assmeat. Her cock was just as hard as it had been a moment ago, showing no sign of going down in the slightest.

Slowly, deliberately, Calia pressed the swollen helm of her titanic elf-splitter against the Dark Lady's puckered ass, aiming the enormous thing with one hand as her other kept a firm grip on that colossal ass.

Calia groaned as she felt that tight ring of muscle give. With a slow, steady push, her monstrously fat, tumescent beast inched forward. "Light, you're tight," Calia said, panting, her cock bending slightly as she struggled to fit her veiny giant into that snug bottom.

A long, drawn-out moan left Sylvanas, then. She'd expected some discomfort, given the absurd size of Calia's cock, but this was far more than anticipated. Though, once the first few inches had entered her and Calia began slowly moving her cock back and forth, there came pleasure as well.

Before long, Calia had begun fucking Sylvanas in earnest, that unrivaled tightness milking and squeezing her cock as her fat, swollen balls swung heavily below, colliding with the back of Sylvanas's thighs. Every forward thrust of Calia's hips caused their bodies to collide, assflesh rippling with each impact.

With her cheek and palms to the wall, Sylvanas could see the concentration in Calia's face as she attempted to keep herself from blowing another load so fast. Even as she was bent over, Sylvanas could feel the hammering impact of those rapid thrusts quite nearly forcing her into a standing position. The more it stretched her out, the more that gut-wrecker of a fem-dick acted as a steel beam, keeping her upright.

Gasps and moans of pleasure soon came flooding from Sylvanas's mouth as she felt her mind drifting from the pleasure of that brutal, bestial assfucking. "Gnnngghh… Yes, yes, fuck!" she cried, her tits and stomach mashed against the wall now.

Slapping, squelching noises echoed throughout the room, joining the chorus of grunts, moans, and other delectably decadent sounds. That rough, animalistic fucking soon caused Sylvanas's huge tits to bounce out of the confines of her armor, the titanic blue-grey mountains rivaling that of Calia's own ashen peaks. Hoops of silver hung from both Sylvanas's nipples, bouncing about in rhythm with those ludicrous udders.

A smirk spread across Callia's lips as she leaned in, pressing her own huge tits to Sylvanas's back as she rammed herself incessantly into the moaning, begging whore. Calia's hands soon went to the Dark Lady's massive, swaying breasts, groping and fondling them, fingers digging into that overabundant flesh.

Both of them wondered if the armoire would hold, heavy wood creaking with every powerful thrust of Calia's hips.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! PLAP!

Incessantly, the blonde's hips collided with Sylvanas's titanic posterior, those mind-boggling cheeks swallowing Calia's elf-rending pole effortlessly.

"Mmmfff… you fucking whore… Fucking whore! You… fucking…" groaned Calia as she tried and failed to come up with any kind of worthwhile insult to use against Sylvanas as she was sent hurtling towards release.

"You… bitch!" she finally cried as she hilted her turgid rod within Sylvanas and released a second flood of piping hot ballcream, flooding the elf's bowels with that off-white goop. Her fingers dug harder into Sylvanas's enormous blue-grey tits as she unloaded gallons of fucksludge deep into the wailing elf-whore, the ex-Warchief's mouth agape in an endless stream of moaned curses.

Filled to the brim with light-infused jizz, Sylvanas's eyes rolled to the back of her head, the Banshee Queen cumming her absolute brains out. A long, pleasured wail left her lips as her tongue rolled out of her mouth. Her stomach, meanwhile, only kept growing with every added quart of nut being added, the woman wholly filled from both ends now.

Calia continued fucking Sylvanas through the ordeal, slamming her titanic elf-wrecking meat slab into the wailing whore again and again, repeatedly, every time bringing with it the lewd slapping of flesh on flesh. Hammering away at the woman's legendary asshole caused Calia's bloated gonads to smash against the back of Sylvanas's obscene, wobbly tree-trunk thighs, smacking against them like two smooth, hairless wrecking balls.

Not only was Sylvanas pushed up against the wall, face, and tits to the wood, but soon her stomach started growing larger than even her breasts.

Beads of sweat rolled down Calia's forehead as she continued pumping Sylvanas with cum enough that it pressed to the back wall along with her tits, adding pressure to her already overstuffed belly. With a gurgling and a groan, Sylvanas felt Calia's jizz begin travelling up her throat, with the sheer quantity of it being forced into her and the pressure put on her stomach.

"Ahhhgnnnnffgrnk!" was the only sound Sylvanas managed to produce when thick sheets of creamy nut began pouring from her lips, running down her chin and onto her enormous, swinging tits.

"Thought you could… take more than that," Calia managed between grunts, lips curling into a grin, that elephantine she-cock spearing into Sylvanas constantly, even as its output began wavering.

No response came from Calia's taunting, given the pleasure-addled state of that elven mind and the quantities of fuckgunk being forced out of her. With her face pressed to the wall, Sylvanas came and came, her mind melting under every singular link of her orgasm-chain.

The elf's limbs were now limp as she came again and again, incessantly, small spasms wracking her every now and again. Calia's marble monolith was the only thing keeping Sylvanas up.

Finally, when every last drop of thick, potent cum had been squeezed from that ashen tube of girlmeat, Calia slowly began pulling out. Every inch removed from Sylvanas brought with it a torrent of cum, spurting and squirting all around Calia's length, splattering her crotch and balls. Balls that, even after she'd emptied herself twice still seemed full and eager for another round.

The last inches of Calia's prick were then pulled from Sylvanas's gaping asshole with a lewd PLOP, prompting a veritable flood of white, quivering jizz to pour forth. It clung to both women, heavy and chewy. Calia, however, would not let Sylvanas fall to the ground. Not until she'd had her fun, at least. Before Sylvanas hit the ground, Calia hooked both her arms under Sylvanas's, lifting her up.

The priestess, her bloated titan of a cock bouncing about lewdly and dangling with a long strand of cum, made her way to a nearby table, white heels clicking upon the stone floor.

"Not done with you yet," the blonde whispered into Sylvanas's ear, not even certain the woman could hear her, much less comprehend.

Slowly lying on her back with her body pressed to Sylvanas's back, Calia angled her cock upwards so that its obscene, pulsating helm was aligned with Sylvanas's quivering slit. Both gasped in unison as slowly, the priestess started pushing herself into Sylvanas yet again.

Both Calia's hands went to Sylvanas's stomach, feeling the immense size of it, full and firm from the barrels of nut that had been unloaded within. She squeezed that taut midsection slightly, causing Sylvanas to sputter up a fat gob of cream.

"Guuh…" the woman groaned, the intellect fucked from her, as Calia pushed her fat prick deeper into the ex-Warchief's slick gash. Had it not been for the woman's cum-bloated midsection, the lightforged undead's tumescent beast would have been visible moving up and up into Sylvanas, rubbing against her inner walls and bathing her in bliss the likes of which few could experience.

Soon, Calia had found a rhythm, hands held firmly atop Sylvanas's bloated midsection. Cock slick with their combined juices, it took Calia considerably less effort to slam her fem-dick up Sylvanas's pussy than her ass, stretching the woman out better than even the legendarily-endowed Tauren could.

A gasping, mewling mess, Sylvanas's tits bounced atop her belly as Calia ravaged her mercilessly. Every bounce and wobble of Sylvanas's nearly-limp form caused cum to spurt from her abused asshole, the creamy liquid rolling down her monumental ass cheeks down to the stone table below.

With her hands upon Sylvanas's stomach, it was then that Calia decided to press down on the woman's bulging, cumstuffed belly. The Banshee Queen's eyes widened as both her mouth and ass, now freed of Calia's cock, began emptying themselves of the priestess's cum. The strength of Calia's hands caused that plentiful cum to begin spurting out in greater amounts, Sylvanas appearing as an obscene fountain, with viscous, off-white cum flying every which way out of her.

With loud SPLAT SPLAT SPLATS, heavy dollops of Calia's sludge fell on them, coating them and the table upon which they lay. Little by little, Sylvanas's stomach regained its usual shape, the bulge of Calia's gigantic fuckpole now far more visible as it spear up again and again into Sylvanas's dripping elf-hole.

Every thrust into the moaning, gasping elf brought with it a series of miniature orgasms, assailing her mind and causing the once-proud woman to fall deeper into the pit of cock addiction. Unable to move her limbs due to her brain quite nearly being fried from pleasure, she could only lie there and take Calia's cock, that huge thing so far up her cunt that it disappeared between her huge, cum-slathered knockers.

As bestial grunts left Calia's lips, her hands moved up to Sylvanas's tits, fingers digging greedily into that whorish flesh. Animalistic sounds would echo against the stone walls of the room as Calia's gargantuan girldick reamed the woman's slick pussy with force worthy of a being twice her size.

With each thrust, Sylvanas could feel her mind slipping, melting just a little more. Her thoughts were now solely of Calia Menethil's giant slab of she-meat. She could hardly remember who she was or what she had been doing there in the first place.

All she cared for now was the pleasure given to her by that mammoth cock.

Calia, meanwhile, could feel herself nearing her third release of the day. Her cock throbbed hard, that veiny monolith lurching as it pumped increasingly abundant amounts of precum deep into Sylvanas's womb.Her titanic nuts, those fat, cum-churning jizztanks nearly rumbled as they produced more and more of that thick, addictive fucksludge.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAPPLAPPLAP!

The blonde human hammered herself up into Calia again and again, spearing herself into the woman, causing both their bodies to bounce against each other in a mess of sweat and cum.

Her balls grew tighter as the pressure of a titanic load built up within her.

A breathless gasp left Calia's lips then, and her cock throbbed once, twice. Her fingers dug deeper into Sylvanas's enormous udders.

Spear-like ropes of jizz erupted from her cock deep into Sylvanas's womb, flooding it immediately. That thick, potent cream soon began spilling from Sylvanas's overstuffed pussy.

Calia's dick, however, was large enough that most of it was forced to remain inside. And so, as the priestess continued spurting huge, powerful blasts of porridge-thick gunk into Sylvanas, her belly began swelling as well, womb expanding to fit the sheer volume of liquid being forced into it.

In a daze, Sylvanas came and came, the incessant string of orgasms now powerful enough that her mind had been broken utterly. The intensity of that bestial fucking had turned her into a quivering, gasping whore.

Before long, Calia's enormous, throbbing rod flagged as her own release died down. With a long groan, Calia felt her cock slipping from Sylvanas's cunt, accompanied by a waterfall of thick, viscous jizz.

"I think I may keep you around a while longer," Calia whispered into Sylvanas's ear, pinching the elf's pierced nipples.

"Guh…" Sylvanas groaned.

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Sylvanas stood before the new Arbiter. Barely.

Of her once-pristine armor there remained only her gloves, thigh-high legguards and high heels. Of the once-proud Sylvanas, there remained even less.

The woman was, by all accounts, barely cognizant, her empty gaze staring off into the distance as her sentence was delivered. The rest of her body had been covered in a simple linen shirt and trousers, for Calia had delivered her to the Alliance and Horde with little to no clothing. Despite the clothes on her form, there was little that could hide the obscene curves of the Banshee Queen. Sylvanas's massive, blue-grey tits struggled for space in the inadequate shirt, and her behemoth ass swallowed the fabric of her trousers.

Tyrande, who had arrived moments before, stared at the broken figure standing at the centre of the large, circular platform where the Arbiter stood. Tyrande could barely believe that it was Calia who had delivered the Banshee Queen to justice. Calia was not a woman known for her combat prowess.

What kind of trickery had allowed her to capture and break Sylvanas's mind in such a fashion, Tyrande wondered?

As Tyrande's dark, midnight-blue gaze fell upon the typically shy, demure Calia, she noticed that the white-robed priestess had been staring at her. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and Tyrande could see the lust burning within those golden pools, Calia's gaze briefly flicking down to her overflowing elven cleavage.

Such was not a rare occurrence for the High Priestess, for her exaggerated curves drew the gaze as a magnet draws metal. Tyrande's tits overflowed from her Night Warrior outfit, the white breastplate dwarfed by the wall of titflesh it so struggled to contain. Standing sideways, one would see the obscene shelf of ass fat protruding from the Kaldorei's backside, supported by thighs and hips just as legendarily enormous.

No, such attention was common.

But not from Calia.

Tyrande would investigate later, she thought, but she watched with satisfaction as Sylvanas was cast down into the Maw to serve her penance. So focused was she now on what was happening that she barely noticed Calia shuffling off.

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Calia panted as she made her way down to her quarters, her fat, growing meatstick slapping heavily against her thighs with every step taken.

Her mind flashed with thoughts of Tyrande, of those enormous elven tits barely even contained behind the inadequate armor she wore. Becoming the Night Warrior had, it seemed, granted her two gigantic fuckpillows thrice the size of her head while allowing her to retain that divinely toned physique she was known for, with visible musculature of the back that was to die for.

Calia had never seen, nor dared to dream of, a pair of tits so absolutely obscene as to even rival Tyrande's mountainous fuckjugs, so fucking whorish and out of proportion were they. Her cheeks flushed as she entered her room, hoping no one had followed her, for she didn't want to be disturbed as she emptied her balls for the fourth time that day.

Barely had half the day gone by that Calia was already desperate to cum again. The three previous times she'd done so had been with Sylvanas, for she'd kept the woman in her quarters for the better part of a week, pumping her full of piping hot ball batter whenever she fancied it.

The ex-Warchief had taken every one of those loads gleefully, stomach and womb bloated from the sheer volume of spunk Calia had fucked into her. And after each one, she'd been desperate for more.

Sylvanas had been fucked into a cockstarved, mind-broken whore by Calia, and now, the priestess could barely get herself off without one of the elf's warm holes to get off.

"Hnnngghh… Fuck…" she groaned, lifting her robes up to reveal her enormous, tumescent grey beast, the veins upon its shaft throbbing with need as it hardened. As she did so, the enormous slab of girlcock, barely held back by her minuscule white thong, seemed on the verge of simply giving up under the weight of Calia's megadick. Below it hung ponderous Calia's two melon-sized balls, unable to be contained at all in the woman's tiny thong.

With a single throb, the thing seemed to jump out of Calia's undergarments, hanging half-hard before her and already dripping copious amounts of precum onto the stone floor below.

The sight of Tyrande and those titanic elven milkers had sent the ever-horny priestess into a frenzy, and both her hands were soon wrapped around the incredible girth of her prick.

Her mind immediately went to thoughts of the ultra-busty high priestess and that insane shelf of an ass, those fat, wobbling cheeks ever-swallowed by the thin strip of mooncloth that barely covered the wobbling planetoids atop her thick, delectable thighs. She imagined the woman placing her mind-bogglingly giant knockers around her own goliath pole, and her plump dicksuckers around the crown of her shaft.

Calia stroked herself harder and faster, pumping her enormous dick, precum bubbling incessantly from its bulbous head. Despite its hardness, the throbbing monolith hung downwards at an angle due to its weight. Panting and groaning, Calia put a hand against the wall, the lewd fap fap fap of her pumping fist upon her cock resonating against the walls.

Despite all her efforts, the woman could not get herself off. She simply couldn't cum, there was no pleasure building, and she couldn't relieve herself off the almost painful burden, titanic dick pulsating almost painfully.

"By the Light…" she groaned, wondering if ploughing Sylvanas's holes for a week straight had made finding release through manual stimulation impossible. She closed her eyes and imagined Tyrande on her knees before her, alongside Sylvanas, both women sharing the length of her prick, plush lips dragging along that veined highway.

She imagined both women savouring her cockhead, licking at her throbbing helm, drinking in her cum…

The buxom human huffed, heavy dollops of precum falling from her pulsating python. And yet, despite it all, nothing more came. She could not go to Sylvanas, could not go to the Maw where she had been sent.

Her mind flipped through the women she knew… Tyrande? The woman was married to Malfurion. She would never… The Archon? Bastion's bustiest blue bitch would probably serve, she thought. And so, Calia pulled her robes down over her cock, a wet spot immediately appearing at the tip of that huge bulge. It was hard enough that strapping it to her thigh would make walking impossible. And, so, she walked from her room towards the heavenly realms of Bastion.

Behind her, a trail of precum.

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Calia hopped off the anima wyrm she'd taken to travel to Bastion, watching as the serpentine creature flew off into the sky. Before her, endless fields of golden wheat swayed in a gentle, ethereal breeze. Castles of white stone floated among puffy white clouds, as other similar structures dotted the divine landscape below. Through the air soared winged beings, their angelic wings carrying them to and fro.

That sight alone would have caused any mortal to stop and stare in amazement, for such was the beauty of Bastion.

Yet, Calia had not come to admire the vistas, for her cock ached still for the warm, wet cunts of Bastion's inhabitants, and for one in particular. She knew that she would have no difficulty claiming the buxom whores of this realm, for despite their outwardly holy appearances, angels were sexual deviants of the highest order, and would lose their minds over a cock as colossal as Calia's.

Calia, however, would not settle for the realm's chaff.

And so, the priestess walked towards the mightiest of the skybound castles, knowing she would find Kyrestia, the Archon, within. Her cock, hard as marble, kept leaking precum incessantly upon the ground, leaving behind fat wet spots wherever it fell. Every step caused the blonde's huge tits to bounce and wobble about within her lacy white bra, those monumental orbs almost as distracting as the insane bulge she sported in the front of those white robes.

The walk itself was a long one, though not arduous, for Bastion was a peaceful realm. And as Calia followed the path through a forest of massive, silvery flowers, she briefly forgot why she'd come here in the first place. Not for long, however, for the incessant throbbing of her fat slab of she-dick quickly brought her back to that reality, to the fact that she might lose her mind if she didn't empty her balls - and soon.

Her steps carried her hurriedly through the stone paths, and she found herself glad of that, for her heels would have made navigating dirt paths a nightmare.

That stone path eventually led Calia to a small stone structure of pure white stone at the heart of the forest-like area, and the woman briefly considered taking a rest there, for her feet were not quite used to walking such distances. But her cock demanded attention, demanded satisfaction, and so she thought better of it and kept walking through the structure.

Was she even on the right path? Why had she not simply asked the anima wyrm to bring her directly to Elysian Hold?

Calia huffed impatiently, though her frustrations soon bounced from her mind when she came face to face with a wall of soft, wobbling… titflesh?

The priestess blinked and took a step back, looking up at the owner of said tits, for she knew of only one person who had a chest so absolutely oversized. So preoccupied by the sight of those gargantuan fuckpillows was Calia that she hadn't even registered what the woman was saying.

Tyrande Whisperwind stared down at Calia with a scowl, arms crossed beneath her mountainous elven udders. When she noticed that Calia was not paying attention to her, she cleared her throat. As if struck by lightning the blonde priestess was pulled from her titty-induced stupor to look up at the source of the sound.

"Are you deaf?" Tyrande asked. So large was the woman's chest that her line of sight to Calia's crotch was blocked. Were it not so, she would have immediately understood just why the younger woman seemed so distracted, and exactly what the wet splotches she'd followed on the ground were.

Calia shook her head, trying to regain some measure of focus. "I-I-uh! What?" she asked.

How am I to even approach the Archon when I get this flustered at the mere sight of Tyrande? wondered Calia.

"I asked why you left in such a hurry earlier," the scowling elf asked the much shorter human.

Calia glanced sideways for a moment before answering, stammering slightly as she did so. "Well! I… I had some tit-I mean business to attend to!"

Tyrande eyed Calia with suspicion. "We all have business to attend to," she remarked, "yet few have business so important that they would rush off as one of Azeroth's greatest tyrants is put to justice. Especially when they are the ones who brought in said tyrant."

"It was of a personal nature," Calia admitted. Of course, she would never tell the High Priestess of the Kaldorei that she had run off to jerk off after witnessing the most glorious pair of tits and the fattest, roundest ass that Azeroth had ever seen.

"I see. It could not have waited?" Tyrande pressed, her glaring gaze never wavering for a moment as she stared down at Calia.

Calia huffed, feeling her temper flare up. The sight of Tyrande standing before her did not ease the urgency of her current situation, and she could feel her cock harden even further as Tyrande spoke, every movement and shift in the woman's posture causing the tremendous swell of her bust to jiggle about hypnotically.

As she thought of an answer, she imagined the ultra-buxom Kaldorei nude before her, those obscene, whorish purple breasts on display for her. She could see herself fucking the woman's throat to shut her up, pumping gallons of piping hot ballbatter deep into her belly, and then fucking her raw to knock her up when Malfurion had failed to do so for millennia.

What could Calia possibly say? What could even convince the elf to cease the pointless interrogation? She had caught Sylvanas, so why was she so adamant on knowing why she'd left that trial? What else did she want to know? Was she acting suspicious enough that it would warrant her being interrogated by the leader of the Kaldorei?

With her back against the wall, and her face mere inches from Tyrande's obscene, wobbling cleavage, Calia took control of the situation. Surprising even Tyrande in her swiftness, Calia removed her white robes, tossing them aside unceremoniously.

As she did so, her nearly-nude form came into view, her two huge pale tits clad in a bra from which they overflowed dominated the upper portion of Calia's frame.

Shocked by the outburst, Tyrande took a step back, which gave her a perfect view of Calia's obscene pillar of she-meat, the titanic thing hanging erect from between the woman's legs, overflowing from a minuscule white thong that could never have hoped to hold it in a thousand years. It throbbed and pulsated in rhythm with Calia's heartbeat, oozing a steady stream of precum onto the stone below.

"Witness now, Tyrande Whisperwind," Calia spat, "the weapon by which Sylvanas Windrunner was laid low."

It seemed a dramatic way to reveal her cock, but little else would suffice, given the sheer enormity of Calia's endowment.

Tyrande simply stared at Calia, eyes wide, as she could not comprehend the sight before her. That monstrous thing could not belong to a quiet, unassuming woman such as Calia, could it? She took another step back, her heel clicking upon the stone, overgrown jugs threatened to spill out of her armor from the bounce that followed.

"Not so loquacious now, are we, High Priestess?" Calia taunted, gripping her fat fuckstick at its base, lifting the hefty monolith and bouncing it a little, noting how Tyrande's midnight-blue orbs seemed to follow the thing's tip. "I suppose your reaction shouldn't be surprising. It is, after all, the same face she made when she lay eyes upon it."

Tyrande muttered something under her breath, something incomprehensible, as though there remained no power for the woman's brain to properly function, short-circuited by the sight of Calia's god-cock.

Given the absence of any proper response from the giant-titted elf, Calia continued. "Perhaps this is a trait all elves share, hm? An unnatural love for cocks such as these? The greatest evils were committed by elven women seeking the greatest cocks, were they not? Azshara and Sargeras, Sylvanas and Zovaal…" she said, closing the distance between herself and Tyrande.

"Do you not…" Calia said, reaching up to the neckline of Tyrande's breastplate, "agree?" She pulled sharply downward with that last word, dragging the taller woman down to meet her eyes. Calia did not miss the wild wobbling of Tyrande's gargantuan elf-udders which, by some miracle of Elune, had not spilled out of the woman's armor.

Tyrande swallowed hard, struggling to think of an answer. Her mind was a haze, and she understood not why. Perhaps Calia was right, and elven women were all size queens, addicted to the fattest, most wildly oversized cocks they could find. If they weren't trying to fuck gods, they had their eyes set on human men…

Given how her eyes, like two dark moons, were staring into Calia's blazing gold, the High Priestess could not quite see that obscene tower of ashen fuckmeat. But she could feel it as, with her free hand, Calia continued bouncing it up and down, and it rubbed against Tyrande's thighs, leaving marks of slick precum against her skin.

The sheer heat of that thing as it brushed against her skin made the powerful elven woman weak at the knees. "I… I would like to better understand… how you defeated Sylvanas…" Tyrande mumbled, finally scraping together enough brainpower to form a coherent thought.

A predatory grin soon formed upon Calia's lips and the typically unassuming woman took on Tyrande's more forceful role while Tyrande herself was reduced to a whimpering mess, awestruck still by the sight of Calia's colossal appendage. The smaller of the two priestesses was quick to strike, and her lips met Tyrande's for a deep, sloppy kiss.

Calia could feel the High Priestess shudder from that lewd kiss, their tongues dancing in a crude, animalistic make-out session. When Calia finally pulled away, the Kaldorei had been reduced to a panting, blushing mess of a woman.

Little time would be wasted as Calia pressed her obscene sledgehammer of a dick against the elf's leg, rubbing it up and down until at last it pressed up against the hot, dripping cleft of Tyrande's cunt. For a moment, she would roll her hips, dragging that highway of throbbing she-meat back and forth along the purple-skinned woman's dripping, engorged folds.

Weak protests would slip past Tyrande's plump purple lips, soon turning to mere whimpers and moans. Her huge tits heaved with every breath taken, and Calia soon took advantage, reaching up with one hand to caress and squeeze the elf's overflowing tits. Despite Calia being extremely well endowed herself, her own tits were dwarfed by Tyrande's whorish purple mountains, and she estimated that the High Priestess of Elune likely possessed thrice the amount of titmeat she did.

Calia could hardly believe her luck. That she of all people would find her cock pressed against the warm, dripping pussy of Tyrande Whisperwind. She could hardly wait to plough the whorish elf into submission, to watch her break and submit to her goliath pillar of throbbing she-meat. It seemed that these elven whores were drawn to her, somehow.

Of them both, it was Tyrande who resumed the kiss first, and Calia eagerly returned it. Both women would moan, breathlessly devouring the other's mouth and tongue. The human's hands would leave her cock to reach back, fingers digging into the fleshy feast of Tyrande's legendary ass. Groping and fondling those monumental cheeks, Calia could feel her digits sinking, drowning in that sea of assmeat.

Whimpering, desperate groans and moans would leave both their mouths as they kissed, though that sound was interrupted as Calia's hand met Tyrande's behemoth backside with a crisp peal that reverberated against a nearby cliffside. The soft, whorish sound that came from Tyrande in response told Calia all she needed to know, and she went on the offensive once more.

"Mmh, I wonder what our boy scout Malfurion would think of his wife acting like such a whore at the mere sight of another cock? How many times have you even fucked him, I wonder? Childless after millennia, with a fertile body such as yours, I find it quite improbable," Calia teased, fingers moving up Tyrande's back to begin undoing her armour.

Tyrande blushed fiercely, though she could not deny the words. She was a massive whore, a complete size queen, and she had found most males lacking in that department. They could never quite scratch that itch within her, that most primal desire to be filled by the biggest, fattest cocks.

Calia pushed her thick shaft further between Tyrande's obscene, meaty thighs, making sure the Kaldorei could feel every eager throb, every vein of that immense thing as it pushed up against her ravenous cunt.

Before long, Tyrande's armor came undone, and the minuscule breastplate fell with a loud clattering.

Tyrande straightened at that, her huge tits wobbling about wildly as they spilled free of their metallic prison. Calia stared, slack-jawed, as those obscene, mountainous, overgrown fuckpillows seemed to fall in slow motion, a tidal wave of tittymeat rushing forth. They were far larger than their constrained state had let on, and the human found herself momentarily stunned by those purple knockers. They fell with a mighty SLAP upon the elf's stomach, hanging down to her navel, not due to any sagginess, for her tits were full and teardrop-shaped, but simply due to their absolute size.

Calia felt her dick pulse at the sight, an immense glob of precum spurting from the end of her enormous she-cock, spattering onto the stone below. A gasp fell from the elf's lips as she felt the cool air of Bastion upon her quickly-hardening nipples, the cherry-sized nubs eager for attention. Surrounding those delectable, fleshy nipples were two deep purple areolae, each about the size of a dessert plate.

It was Calia's turn to be at a loss for words, though the woman would not let her control of the situation slip.

Wrapping her arms around Tyrande, the smaller priestess pushed her face between those gargantuan heaps of titflesh, drowning herself in the abyss between them as she began pushing Tyrande to the ground. Despite the taller woman being far stronger than Calia physically, she let the blonde human guide her to the ground, the coolness of the stone below eliciting a small gasp from her as it came into contact with her skin.

Calia grinned as she allowed a hand to wander down between Tyrande's thighs, teasing the dripping folds through the soaked cloth of those mooncloth panties. She would look up from between Tyrande's tits for a while, allowing her lips and tongue to tease the fat nubs atop each ponderous peak, tongue swirling about and coating the purple tips with healthy helpings of spit.

"My, oh, my, aren't we an eager little whore?" teased Calia, moving her body up, allowing her monumental, bra-clad tits to press against Tyrande's vast, wobbling jugs, deft digits teasing the elf's dripping folds.

"Ahhhn…!~" mewled Tyrande, helpless against her own desire. It was as though the sight of Calia's endowment had turned a switch within her brain.

"I suppose it'll take more than a finger or two to get the High Whore of Elune off," mused Calia, moving back a little and allowing her gigantic she-dick to plap down against Tyrande's stomach (though, in actuality, it mostly plapped against her enormous purple slutpillows). The woman looked down at the elf with a sadistic grin, noting how the sight of her goliath elf-splitter made the woman tremble and salivate with anticipation.

Slowly, Calia pulled her hips back, allowing her throbbing cockhelm to paint the woman's abs with a long trail of clear precum. She watched as the elf squirmed, clearly aching for the overgrown thing to be buried deep inside her, to fill her with Calia's superior human jizz. Obviously, due to the size of her tits, Tyrande could not actually see Calia's cock as it moved down, its head now pressed against the warm entrance of her dripping love tunnel. She couldn't see it but oh, by Elune could she feel it.

Calia's lips curled with another grin as she imagined Malfurion waking from one of his frequent trips to the Emerald Dream to see Tyrande's belly bloated with Calia's child. The thought sent a shiver of delight through the blonde woman, and she knew she had to make sure that vision became reality.

With a grunt, Calia pushed an inch of her enormous prick into Tyrande, earning her a long, pleasure-pained wail of ecstasy, the bulge of the smaller priestess's megadick immediately visible as it travelled up Tyrande's cunt. The elf's hands shot up to her mountainous udders, balled into fists that sunk into that pillowy vastness, fingers sinking in as flesh engulfed her hands and forearms.

Tyrande had never felt such fulfilling pleasure before, body convulsing with minuscule pre-orgasmic shocks, each inch pushed into her sending her into fits of moaning and gasping.

A grunt fell from Calia's lips as she fed the elf another four inches of her tumescent beast. The tightness of Tyrande's cunt was unlike anything she'd ever known, and the human quite nearly blew her load right then and there as the felt those elven walls gripping every part of her, drawing her in, milking her.

"Ha… Hhhmmff…" huffed Calia as she pushed further and further until more than a foot of throbbing dick had found its way into the green-haired sow. She foon felt the tip of her cock pressed to Tyrande's cervix, and she gave a small buck of the hips, piercing into that most sacred of sanctums.

The lightwrought woman chuckled, seeing how, much like Sylvanas, the elf's womb was eager for her oversized endowment and how, much like Sylvanas, a scream of pleasure raked itself raw from her throat. The woman arched her back in ecstasy as a sudden, forceful orgasm fell upon her and she came undone.

Calia had only started fucking her when she noticed that Tyrande was already cumming on her cock, feminine nectar oozing out of the sides of her stretched-out pussy to roll down the slopes of her ass.

"Already.. Nnrrgh… cumming, are you?" growled Calia as she started fucking the elf proper, dragging her fat cock out before shoving it back in, quickly gaining in speed with every thrust.

Tyrande, however, would not hear the taunting words, so lost was she in her pleasure. Her mind was being torn asunder by the intensity of that orgasm as Calia began fucking her harder and faster, the human's enormous, cum-laden nuts slapping against the abundant flesh of her ass with loud SLAP SLAP SLAPPP! sounds that would make clear to any listener the nature of the meeting below.

Calia could hardly contain herself, balls churning and cock throbbing as they were. She needed to cum, needed to pump Tyrande's slutty womb with gallons upon gallons of her potent fuckgunk.

But she couldn't. Not until Tyrande begged for it, not until the once-proud elven skank had been properly turned into the cumstarved breeding pig she was meant to be, begging to be bred by a human.

Her pace quickened still as she reached up, gripping Tyrande by the tits. Even with four hands upon those wobbling mountains, there would have remained room for thrice that number upon their surface. Pounding, ravaging the elf beneath her, Calia took great pleasure in groping and squeezing those titanic elf-udders, pulling them apart and slapping them back together, watching tsunamis of titmeat rippling out from the meteoric impact.

Each powerful thrust of Calia's hips brought with it a stream of wet, squelching noises as she fucked Tyrande raw. Groans, grunts and moans would echo all about them, accompanied by a symphony of sloshing, slapping and smacking.

"Awwwnnhhh… Fuck… Fuck…!" cried Tyrande, fists squeezing her enormous nipples hard, tugging and twisting those sensitive nubs, the act enhancing the orgasmic storm whipping her mind into slush. "Fucking breeeeeed meeee!" the elf finally asked, the desperation in her voice palpable.

The woman's brain, melted by pleasure, wanted nothing more than to be bred by this superior human girl. She wanted it so badly that the thought alone was enough to make her cum yet again, pussy clamping down on Calia, squeezing that godly dick like a vice.

Cheeks red with effort, the buxom human continued pounding Tyrande's brains out, fucking the pride out of her. The woman would serve as a vessel for her children and they, in turn, would rule Lordaeron once more.

She briefly imagined herself sitting upon her father's throne, Tyrande at her feet, sucking load after load from her everfull balls…

"Nngggh… Cuuu-!" Calia's golden eyes went wide with shock as her balls churned, cock throbbined hard as a torrent of piping hot spunk travelled through over two feet of arm-thick cockmeat to immediately paint the elf's insides white with seed.

Thick, gooey ropes of light-infused spunk would erupt from her massive, pulsating cockhead. And as she came, Calia could feel Tyrande cumming on her cock once more, simultaneous orgasms sending both women into paroxysms of ecstasy.

The blonde human leaned forward, teeth gritted, her fat tits dwarfed by Tyrande's own chest as she unloaded gallons upon gallons of piping hot jzz into the elven whore. Every blast seemed to swell Tyrande's stomach slightly until her cum-bloated state seemed a fair preview of her pregnancy, assured by the sheer potency of Calia's seed.

The two priestesses remained locked for long minutes in a tight embrace as Calia continued to pump heavy, creamy loads deep into the elf beneath her until her balls had been utterly drained. Cum oozed from the sides of Calia's cock, forming a small puddle beneath them both.

However, given the absolute size of Calia's prick, there was little of it that could escape, so perfectly plugged up was that elven pussy.

When at last Calia felt the last drops of her release be pushed into Tyrande's womb, she slowly pulled out, cockhead leaving the Kaldorei's womb and cunt with lewd, wet pops. She watched, satisfied, as an endless torrent of cum followed, falling from Tyrande's stretched-out gash like a waterfall.

She allowed a hand to reach up and caress Tyrande's bloated belly, knowing full well that life would soon sprout in that holiest of temples.

And yet, looking down, Calia did not yet feel satisfied, for her behemoth elf-wrecker of a cock stood proud still, dribbling with a mixture of girlcum, precum and thick, white cum.

"By the Light… I'm going to keep enjoying you until you can't walk," Calia chuckled, straddling Tyrande's stomach. The act, along with the pressure on the woman's womb, caused a hearty helping of cum to come rushing forth from that twitching cleft.

Still wet with their pleasure, Calia's cock easily slipped between Tyrande's tits. The elf, still holding onto her purple boulders, squeezed them hard against the human's cock. Given her mental state, Calia surmised that the poor pleasure-ruined woman was doing so reflexively rather than out of some conscious act.

With hands upon those titanic udders, Calia began to pump her hips, letting her throbbing mega-rod slide between the elf's enormous tits. The sight alone, watching how those mountainous mammaries managed to swallow whole even a cock as out of proportion as hers, was quite enough to drive Calia wild with desire.

The feeling of her turgid, engorged cockhead pressed up against Tyrande's neck each time her throbbing fuckspear emerged at the other end of that heavenly valley of titflesh made Calia wonder what other holes she could ravage, and she briefly eyed the woman's nipples, wondering if, perhaps…

Calia would have her way with the woman, of course. She was hers, already addicted to her cock. The matriarch of the Kaldorei reduced to a slobbering dicksleeve for the reclamation of Lordaeron.

As she fucked the elf's tits, loud slapping and smacking could be heard bouncing off the stone walls of the open-air structure.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The tempo of that animalistic tittyfucking quickened as Calia watched her cock pass over Tyrande's face with every forward thrust. The woman, as Calia suspected, was barely cognizant enough to react to the heavy she-cock passing overhead as it dragged long strings of clear precum upon her countenance, turning her beautiful face into a messy, sloppy tableau.

Tyrande, by now, had been utterly broken, reduced to a cock-addicted fuckpuppet, moaning and groaning as Calia brutally ravaged her tits.

The human grunted and panted as she slid her cock back and forth between those mega milkers, reaching for the turgid nipples topping those wobbling masses. Her fingers soon found the eager nubs, squeezing them hard, toying with them. The act brought a sharp, pleasured hiss from Tyrande as it sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through her.

Encouraged by this, Calia smirked, noting how sensitive those elven teats seemed to be. She pressed her finger against the fat plums, pushing against it… and pushing.

Calia's eyes went wide, the surprise causing her to momentarily slow in her pace. She watched her finger disappear into Tyrande's nipple, the huge nub swallowing her digit, and not simply due to her finger pushing against the wall of Tyrande's titflesh. Her finger was going inside the priestess's breast.

"What in the…" the amazed woman muttered, pulling her finger out for a moment, wondering if all elves had such a physiological quirk. With a mischievous smirk, Calia pushed her index back into the nipple, sinking it deep, earning a gasp from Tyrande. Slowly, the smaller priestess began moving her finger in and out, fucking the elven whore's teat.

Delighted moans left Tyrande's lips, and an idea came upon Calia. With some reluctance, she pulled her massive cock from the warm embrace of those fat purple boobs, strings of precum briefly linking the veiny member with the High Priestess's chest.

Laughing softly to herself as she shuffled off to the side, Calia looked over the mess she'd created. Tyrande was barely recognizable, save for those two legendary fuckpillows splayed upon her chest, only partially flattened by gravity. Cum oozed from her stretched-out cunt still, and her distended belly seemed full to bursting.

"It would be a shame not to make use of every part of Tyrande Whisperwind's body," whispered Calia, knowing full well that the mindbroken priestess could barely hear her. "These tits were sculpted by Elune herself, and I would be remiss not to partake in the fruits of the goddess's labors, mh?"

Slowly, Calia lowered herself atop Tyrande once more, this time positioning her turgid cock against the elf's fat nipple. She pressed against it, testing the entrance. The enormous breast pushed inward slightly but, much to Calia's surprise, the tip of her cock began pushing into that huge elven tit. The sensation was indescribable, for Calia had never experienced such a combination of warmth, tightness and heat before.

It was as though Tyrande's breast was sucking on her cock, pulling it in, eager to swallow another one of her loads. And Calia knew she was to claim that part of Calia as she had the woman's cunt. Her mouth and ass would follow, but the prospect of fucking those juicy nipple-pussies was too good to pass up, and so Calia pushed her cock hard through Tyrande's nipple.

Much to her surprise, well over two feet of her giant she-dick had made its way into Tyrande before she bottomed out, leaving only a few inches of length uncovered.

With the depths of Tyrande's breast explored, Calia soon began fucking that wobbling heap of femininity hard, holding onto it with both hands as she began ramming her fat prick into it again and again. Her giant, ashen nuts would collide with the elf's flesh repeatedly with every downward thrust, lewd SCHLRRRRRP noises coming of that animalistic, unnatural act.

Driven mad by the sensation, both women were soon moaning, goading each other into more desperate, frenzied acts. Gasping and groaning with delight, Calia found her hands adding to the tightness, squeezing Tyrande's nipple to further constrict that titflesh upon her throbbing cock.

She would fuck that mountainous mammary hard for long minutes, the bestial plap plap plap of her hips upon Tyrande's breast only adding to the maddening pleasure both of them were going through.

It seemed that the act brought Tyrande untold pleasure as well, for her eyes were rolled up as simultaneous orgasms wracked her form, her back arched and her mouth open in a perpetual expression of un parallelled whorishness, her tongue rolling out of her mouth as she struggled to even comprehend how she had even gotten there.

"Fuck you and your… huge… fucking tits," Calia grunted as she neared her release far quicker than she'd hoped or anticipated, wanting to enjoy the High Priestess a little longer. "I'm… Nngghaa…"

Calia gritted her teeth and she bucked against Tyrande's breast, slamming herself to the hilt as she began unloading. Lights flashed at the corners of Calia's eyes as she feared she, too, would become a pleasure-addicted slut like Tyrande.

And yet, as she pumped more and more seed into the Kaldorei's massive, slutty tits, she managed to hold on to her sanity, though barely. Each blast of spunk caused Tyrande to cry out with ecstasy, the sensation of being filled in such a manner making her cum and cum again, the multitude orgasms coursing through her soon combining into one titanic, mind-melting release that caused her cum-filled gash to spurt with fem-cum.

Long minutes passed until, at last, Calia's release slowed and she pulled herself from Tyrande's cum-filled tit, the enormous, cum-filled sack sloshing audibly as it fell back, a fair bit larger than its counterpart.

"G-guh…" a mind-broken Tyrande groaned, reaching up to grab her other nipple, offering it to Calia.

"Insatiable whore."