Fun with the Wolf boys gone wrong?

Tirisfal was surprisingly pleasant.

Nick stood on the balcony in his room within a great tower that ranged high above Lordaeron City, his massive hands gripping at the balustrade. The night sky was clean and pure, with stars that gathered around within its black tapestry, the bright Azerothian moons as their hosts. A great wickerman burned in town square, crackling and huffing tall billows of smoke. Those who lived in the city gravitated towards it, both the living and the unliving alike sharing in the festivities of Hallow's End.

Except for him, anyways.

After stretching his long arms and powerful muscles, he turned and made his way inside to pour himself a glass of wine just as a loud tap tap tap came from his door. Could it be Sylvanas? No, she wouldn't knock.

"What?" he growled, crossing the distance and yanking the door open.

The dark rangers he had met a year prior, Alina and Kalira, stood on the other side of it, their faces pale and deadly beautiful. This time they were clad in their simple ranger attire consisting of leather, mail, and a dark hooded cloak. A bit drab, perhaps, but their curves were enticing even still. A familiar lust boiled up within him but he quickly fought it down.

"Trick or treat." Kalira said, obviously trying to sound peppy but not quite succeeding.

The quiet one, he remembered. She was short with cropped black hair and large breasts, while her companion was taller and blonde, with long hair that nearly reached the swell of her sizeable backside.

"Nice try," he offered.

She shrugged.

"Thanks."

Alina stepped forward but he barred her entry with his arm.

"Come on, let us in," she whined.

"Hold on a minute. I'm getting deja vu here. Now all we need is your—"

The distinct sound of heels clacking against stone came from behind him.

"—mistress to show up."

He turned to greet Sylvanas and the two dark rangers let themselves in, slipping underneath his arm while he held the door open. Grumbling in defeat, he closed it with an echoing slam.

"Good evening."

The Dark Lady's voice was low and sultry, her face tinged with wry amusement as she met his gaze. What surprised Nick far more than her presence, however, was what she was wearing: a violet cloak and hood lined with gold clung to a pair of shoulder pads, a tiny white corset with a similar gold trim squeezed at her bosom, and a diaphanous white garter belt that emphasized her long legs and strong thighs. Shaking his head as if to clear the image from his mind, he opened his mouth to speak.

"What is this?" he asked, flicking his gaze back and forth between the three elves and ignoring the subject of Sylvanas' attire. "Last Hallow's End you were furious over them coming here."

Sylvanas waved her hand dismissively. "Things change."

"And?"

"And I've decided to make this a tradition." She folded her arms, drawing his attention to her breasts being pushed up by her corset. "Unless you have a problem with that?"

"No," he said quickly. "No, of course not." A pause as he looked her over again. "What's with the outfit, Sylvie?"

Her eyes narrowed, mouth drawing to a line. "Do not call me that." Sylvanas appraised him for a moment, as if contemplating whether she should keep him or throw him off the balcony. She sniffed. "I figured you would like it."

He smiled in a way that made her roll her eyes.

"Don't get it twisted. The more excited you are the greater my pleasure will be in the long run." She motioned to the three of them. "Now strip."

The two dark rangers, who had obviously been waiting to do just that, shed their ranger attire in no time at all. Nick, who wore little to begin with, simply dropped his trousers, hungrily eyeing the elves as they did the same to him. Their skin was pale as milk but their bodies were distinctly elven, lissome and femininely built with slender muscles and curves where it counted. Recalling how he had taken them a year prior, he licked his lips.

Noticing his gawking, Sylvanas grinned and stepped towards him, lowering her hood to reveal hair that glinted like silver and gold. "What a dog you are," She teased, shaking her head in feigned disbelief.

"A dog led on by its master, perhaps."

"Master, hm?"

"An expression only."

"Mmn." Sylvanas turned, slowly, and brushed away her cloak, exposing her plump backside. Bending at the knees, she pushed her rump against his scarlet manhood, lifting it up and trapping its length between her cheeks and undulating against it. "No touching," she said to him, and then beckoned the other two women over with a curled finger.

The two rangers took up post on either side of his manhood, bent over just as their mistress was so that their behinds pressed against his girth. The three of them worked in tandem, their movements at first awkward before eventually finding a satisfactory rhythm in which they stroked his cock between their rears. Sylvanas led them at the forefront, rocking her ass up and down, trapping him between the cleft of her thick blue cheeks while the others rubbed at the sides of his tool as best they were able. The cushiony flesh of their asscheeks massaged him, and the gossamer fabric of Sylvanas' thong tickled at the underside of his shaft, prompting him to growl and huff his nostrils in frustration. Sylvanas smirked but said nothing.

It was a wonderful sort of torture, watching these three beautiful elves grind their warm bodies against him, two milky white behinds and one blue bumping and sliding against his throbbing red pillar. Sylvanas' ass was big and round like a pair of half moons gleaming with moonlight while Alina's was smaller yet still impressively rotund. Kalira's on the other hand was small and tight, a different change of pace that only served to add variety to the affair. She was looking up at him, her generous bust swaying as she worked her little butt against him. Another urge, this time even stronger, rose within him, and he tore his eyes away from her to instead look at her sister ranger. Kalira grinned at him then made a lewd gesture with her hand and mouth. Shaking his head, he looked down at the trio of elf butts crowding his cock, prodding and sliding against it, before turning his gaze to Sylvanas.

Her ass wobbled ever so slightly as she undulated it up and down, fucking his cock within the valley of her cheeks. She caught his gaze, a confident yet playful smirk adding to her prepossessing features and coloring her ancient beauty in such a way that made him in an instant wish to commit untold indecencies to her.

Sylvanas' eyes half-closed, long lashes covering her silver irises and the red glow beholden to them. Like a predator toying with its prey, she stopped and turned, her movement slow, calculated, deliberate. She sank to her knees in front of him, his crimson tip, already dripping with pre-cum, a mere handsbreath away from her face. Channeling her gaze upwards and locking eyes on him, she opened her mouth wide, her wet hot tongue extending past her lips as she dove forward and engulfed him.

His tip touched her tongue, making her taste buds come alive, then slid between her plush lips and into her awaiting mouth where it journeyed further and further, hitting the back of her throat and continuing down into her gullet until her neck bulged and her mouth hugged his groin. Briefly idling at his furry base, she shifted her head from side to side and undulated the muscles in her neck, massaging his great girth before pulling back to the tip and twirling her tongue around it in a flurry of circular motion.

Nick moaned, a sound like a whining dog, and her smirk grew wider. Gesturing with her fingers at the two rangers who had been sitting passively by and waiting their turn, they joined in on either side of her, eagerly mouthing and licking at his cock and mixing their saliva with the Dark Lady's. As they worked, their tongues eager and lubed with spit, Sylvanas continued to slurp on his cockhead, her own tongue insatiably curious as it slithered around his pointed crest. The primal taste of worgen meat drove the three of them to the slovenly worship of his crimson tower, humming in appreciation for his flavor, their hands flittering between their legs and parting their petals.

His whines increased in frequency, and Sylvanas herself seemed impatient even as she noisily sucked on his straw, her fingers working frantically at her clit. She glared up at him, her lips sealed around a mere half-inch of his tip and her tongue working at his urethra as if seeking to slither directly down to the source of the cum that she so desired. A few more seconds was all it took: chest rumbling with a moan, he took hold of his manhood and directed its focus at Sylvanas. Two viscous globs of cream cannonballed forth, one splattering her across the lips and the other painting her left eye with a web of sticky white ball batter. The Dark Lady took her facial with grace, a half-smile peeking out from the jizz covering her lips.

Alina, who had been busy servicing the worgen's fruit-sack, popped her head up, long ears twitching in excitement. Bringing her face side by side Sylvanas' to match her sister, Kalira, she was almost immediately struck with numerous ropes of cum that lined her face like an ivory grille. Gasping and grinning, she reached up and scooped some of the sticky stuff into her mouth while Nick turned his hose towards Kalira. Sitting on her heels with her large breasts pushed together between her arms, Kalira gulped right as he unloaded onto her, dousing her face in cum just as he had done to her sister.

Exhaling a hiss of air through his teeth, he watched the three elves as they cleaned him off and then turned on each other, licking the cum off one another's face and exchanging lewd cum-kisses. When they were finished Sylvanas stood up and stepped around her rangers, one leg crossing over the other as she moved in a half-circle, her eyes blazing with an intensity that roused him to action. Tearing at her thong and yanking down on her corset so that her heavy breasts tumbled free, he took her in his arms, lifting her and pushing her up against the greystone wall. In an instant Sylvanas' arms and legs were around him, clutching at his fur as he thrust into her with a throaty growl.

She reciprocated this with a moan of her own, her piercing red eyes staring into his as he began to work her pussy with deep strokes. His movement was quick but not too quick, each thrust emphasizing the strength that propelled him into her, powerful muscles flexing beneath black fur and his pointed tip knocking against her cervix. Tall and voluptuous as she was, the worgen's body nevertheless utterly encompassed hers, with nothing visible from behind other than her trembling arms and legs wrapped around him as she was jostled up and down upon his manhood.

Grunting and growling, he hammered her against the wall until she was sopping wet and and orgasming on repeat, her large tits pressed firmly against his broad chest and her eyes blazing like pyres. She clung to him desperately, her cunt stretched wide around his pulsing red rocket, yelling and shouting in wild, delirious pleasure. Thalassian obscenities spilled from her mouth, sweat gleamed off her blue skin and her platinum tresses fell out of place into a disheveled mess. Sylvanas grinned through it all, sharp elven canines bared ferociously in a way that made her look madly jubilant and overjoyed at the abundant serving of worgen dick being pumped into her pussy.

While this was going on, Alina and Kalira swapped spit, mashing their lips together in a battle of tongues while their hands explored the other's body. Alina groped at her sister's breasts, large and firm in her hands, while Kalira gripped at her supple behind, squeezing the other ranger's meaty cheeks. They would each prefer to be on the receiving end of the worgen's onslaught, but they were content to wait their turn and play with one another instead, occasionally glancing over to their mistress whenever she let out a particularly blissful wail.

One such wail marked the temporary end of their coupling, for Nick set the Banshee Queen down and followed her over to the two rangers who were by this point entwined around each other on the ground, kissing and exploring the other's femininity with slick fingers.

"Ladies." Sylvanas said, standing over them, arms crossed and looking more than a little bedraggled.

Alina and Kalira bolted upright, standing side by side as if awaiting orders.

"Yes, Mistress?" Kalira said, swiping a loose strand of hair behind one of her pointy ears.

Sylvanas motioned towards Nick. "Now that I've... warmed him up, I'd like the two of you to test yourselves against him. See how you fare this time."

"A test?"

"A test, a challenge, a game, call it whatever you like." She waved dismissively. "A trial of my curiosity."

"If that is your wish, my Lady," Alina grinned, the excitement plain as day upon her pretty face.

"So..." Kalira said, eyeing Nick who had propped himself up on the bed while they spoke, his head and upper back against the headboard.

He waved them over and they rushed towards him after getting a nod of approval from their mistress. Sylvanas turned to watch, a smug half-smile tugging at her lips as if the game had already been played and she knew the outcome.

The two rangers took up positions, with Alina gingerly lowering herself upon his tool and Kalira standing above him with her crotch in his face. The smell of her arousal was pungent to his canine noise and he darted his broad tongue out, licking up her slit while her sister began to bounce on his dick, slow but certain to pick up speed soon enough. Kalira shivered and uttered a quiet moan that grew louder as he licked her again, tasting her with quick laps of the tongue that teased her lonely clit. His tongue entered her, slipping deep into her womanhood, and her hands were soon upon his head, her ample bosom squished together.

The two rangers moaned freely, and, as expected, Alina quickly entered into a brisk riding pace that made Sylvanas' impish smile grow. She was rising and falling with girlish squeals, her desire outpacing her body as she rode the worgen's cock to a quick climax. Her pussy spasmed and her movement slowed, but she built up in speed again shortly after, bouncing her big booty in his lap like a woman clearly starved for cock.

Nick huffed a blast of hot air against Kalira's mound, his probing tongue working her into an orgasm that had her shaking in delight. When she was finished, he pushed her out of the way and set his lustful gaze upon Alina. Scooping her up before she could even realize it, he lifted her off the bed, his arms forcing her legs up and folding them against her chest. She squeaked but, even with her feet in the air above her head and Nick's scarlet manhood pressing against her drooling pussy, she looked as eager as could be. He exchanged a glance with Sylvanas, meeting her amused gaze for only a moment before he lifted Alina and directed her onto his cock.

She grunted like she had been struck in the stomach, eyes wide and looking down. Her pussy remained un-fucked, but her bubbly ass had been packed full of worgen meat with one thrust. A delayed groan escaped her lips, and then the thrusts truly came: three, seven, a dozen, two dozen. Nick pounded her ass without mercy, stretching her little sphincter as wide as possible and rearranging her guts with blurring strokes. Alina's mouth gaped, her pale skin flushed cherry-red and her mind already fucked into an unthinking mess. Moans tumbled out of her, accompanying a series of hard, toe-curling orgasms that had her dripping juices onto his manhood.

Nick didn't pay much thought to her, though he knew she was enjoying it, and instead worked only to satisfy himself, intent on getting his rocks off and extracting as much pleasure as possible from the pale skinned elf. Inexperienced as she was, her ass nevertheless took every inch of him, squeezing and tugging at his member with every stroke. He abused her asshole until she was loose in his arms, her moans strained and infrequent. Not one to break his toys, he withdrew his manhood, leaving her gaping, and set her down gently atop the bed where she relaxed onto her side against the wall, her head resting upon a pillow.

Setting his sights upon Kalira, he urged her onto the bed and took his place between her legs, leaning forward so that he was nearly resting atop her small body. Boiling with anticipation and feeling impatient after waiting so long, Kalira angled her lower body up towards him and wrapped her legs around his waist, biting her lip as his sticky tool poked against her. Happy to appease her, he looked down at her with his muscular forearms on either side of her, prodded against her slit and quickly found her opening, sliding himself in to the root while the two of them growled and groaned. Her arms wrapped around him, seeking to pull him further into her, and her full breasts ballooned against his chest.

Once he had bottomed out inside of her, he grinded himself against her loins, eliciting a weak hum from the busty elf before he began to truly lay into her, immediately entering into a speedy pace that had his body slamming against hers. Husky moans and needy cries soon issued from her lips, her body tensing with each downward thrust of worgen dick into her quivering pussy. Much like her cock-starved sister, Kalira's orgasms came in rapid succession, forced out of her by the furry behemoth drilling her womanhood into a creamy mess. She was tiny beneath his hairy body as he mating pressed her, but she held firm, withstanding his assault for longer than Alina before finally exploding with an orgasm that had her whining helplessly, her body quaking and her cunt grasping at the cock plundering it.

Slightly disappointed and more than a little blueballed, he gave her a few quick thrusts and then pulled out and away from her, allowing her weary limbs to fall upon the bed. A drooling strand of pre-cum connected his hot red tip to her pussy for a moment before he turned and broke away, meeting Sylvanas' gaze.

"Slightly better than last time, wouldn't you say?" she asked, voice stained with a wry sense of humor. She stepped towards him, hips swaying with an overflow of confidence.

"Slightly," he replied, meeting her halfway and taking her in his arms. His hands slipped beneath her cloak and explored her body, trailing down the long muscles of her back and coming to grasp at her impressively large posterior. He bent to lick her neck but she pulled away and sauntered towards the bed.

"My turn."

She crawled onto the bed, settling onto her hands and knees and facing the end of the bed. Her back was arched and her backside swayed ever so slightly. Alina and Kalira sat atop the bed still, leaning against the wall beneath a square window a few cubits above their head, watching with eyes full of curiosity.

Rock-hard and aching to knot someone, Nick climbed back onto the bed and sank to his knees behind Sylvanas, sweeping her Jaina-styled cloak out of the way and revealing her big blue booty. She still wore her white garter belt and thong, ripped as it was, the fabric of which indented her supple skin. Not wanting to waste anymore time and with one hand grasping possessively at one of her thick cheeks while the other guided his manhood, he entered her slowly, his crimson tip parting her petals and sliding into her accommodating hole. He filled her as he always did, grumbling in pleasure as her body constricted around him, his cock stretching her tight elven sleeve to its fullest potential until he was hilted within her, his groin pressing against her rear end.

Sylvanas cooed and he leaned into her, pressing down against her at an angle as he began to take her. His hips thumped casually against her, the plap plap plep plep of his balls slapping her pussy and his groin bouncing off her thick ass playing off the tall tower's stone walls. He humped the Banshee Queen like it was just another Saturday afternoon, enjoying the extreme tightness of her pussy wrapped snugly around his member, the jiggling of her booty, and the unabashed moans that dripped like honey from her lips. They took their coupling in stride, enjoying the sensations of one another; the clinging nature of her twat and the maddening girth of his member scraping and pushing against her walls; their deep lustful moans, the way her toned back muscles flexed with every stroke, and the way he claimed her, hands holding her firmly by the hips as he rutted into her.

Her hips and ass were wide, with a layer of healthy fat hiding the powerful muscles beneath that were achieved through over a millennia of rangering. Nick took pleasure in working it, pounding his massive body against her and making Sylvanas' fat elven ass jiggle like gelatin as he fucked her pussy senseless. Her little star twinkled up at him from between her cheeks and he contemplated using that hole as well, but he was interrupted by a long and deep moan. Her body trembled in climax and so he gave her backside a harsh spank, further extending her moan and making her glance back at him with eyes that raged with desire.

Presuming this to be as good a time as ever to pick up the pace, he reached for the Banshee Queen's head and gathered up her long blonde tresses in his hand. Using them as a means to control her, he pulled back and yanked her head upwards, causing her to arch her back even further. He accompanied this with a powerful thrust into her snug pussy, putting his weight behind it and making her grunt like an animal. Sylvanas grinded her teeth together but didn't dare complain, for she loved every second of his rough treatment. Getting destroyed by a worgen three times her weight and size was exactly what the Dark Lady wanted.

"Good boy," she hissed, voice shaking as another series of thrusts rattled her core.

In response, he jerked back on her hair and graced her booty with another crackling smack that had her seeing stars. Sylvanas' body shook with pleasure and strain but she clutched at the sheets with a determined fury, a twisted grin adorning her face. Her body glowed under a layer of sweat, accentuating the luscious curves of her body, the flexing of her muscles and the smoothness of her skin. She was beautiful, powerful and indomitable, a paragon of womanhood, a queen of queens, and she took dick like the physical embodiment of female lust and carnality. Each powerful stroke into her core bounced her forward, but she bounced back, throwing her big ass against him and voicing her pleasure in the forms of deep, throaty moans and savage grunts. Their bodies met and un-met, the squelching wetness of her pussy yielding to his cock threading through the room like a debaucherous orchestra.

An hour passed, and then what seemed like another and another; in truth, her concept of time had become distorted from the constant, unending pounding of worgen dick against her cervix. Alina and Kalira were gathered around on either side of her now, running delicate fingers over her flushed skin and squeezing at her flailing breasts. Nick barely registered them, so focused was he on beating Sylvanas' pussy into a quivering mess. He moved liked a feral wolf intent on breeding, humping against her plump backside, tongue dangling and hulking body bristling with a layer of fur and muscle. A wellspring of energy filled him, matching Sylvanas' own vitality, and he tugged her head from side to side while pistoning into her, clutching her ghostly blonde hair in a ponytail around his fist and demonstrating his control over her.

Even as he pulled at her hair and clawed at the round cheeks of her ass the Banshee Queen didn't care; she was content so as long as he was invading her tight canal, unceasing and drawing her to orgasm after orgasm. She could feel another building, drawing close, her nerves alight with a divine pleasure as she was packed to the brim full of Nick's crimson manhood. The exquisite tingling sensation in her loins blossomed into something familiar, making her mind fuzzy and barely capable of recognizing the sting of the worgen's hand against her behind. She cried out, body trembling, head pulled back and upwards, booty jiggling from the continuous strokes into her pussy. The air before her sparkled and shimmered with colors. Vaguely, as her climax hit its peak and her consciousness retreated behind a canopy of clouds, the question of what that light was prodded at the logical part of her brain that was still active.

Mere seconds later, once the sky in her mind had cleared and rational thoughts returned, she saw something that made her blink in surprise. In disbelief, she closed her eyes and then reopened them. Her face twisted in disgust.

"Enjoying your Hallow's End, Lady Sylvanas? Shouldn't you be parading around or something?"

Jaina Proudmoore stood in place where the light had scintillated and become fluorescent, clad in a more conservative version of Sylvanas' mock outfit. Her hair was a honey blonde with a streak of white, cascading around her shoulders like shining sunlight.

"I think even a queen is allowed a little bit of respite." Sylvanas sniffed, slightly out of sorts over the mage teleporting in at such an inopportune time.

"A little? I think you're receiving about a foot of this... respite, right now."

"Yes and you would know, human witch. What do you want? Why are you in my city?"

Jaina brushed uncomfortably at the sides of her long skirt. "Just checking in," she said, nodding to Nick. "It has been a while."

Sylvanas' face brightened with unconcealed amusement. "Desperate are we? Orc dick, worgen dick, what don't you fuck, Jaina?"

"I'm not the one having a foursome with a worgen and my subordinates," the blonde mage countered. "Are all elves whores or is it just the undead ones?"

The Dark Lady's eyes flared like a fire doused with fuel and her mouth drew to a line. "One scream and you'll be on your knees."

"Hum. But it's the opposite with you isn't it? You're usually on your knees before the screams begin."

"Alright, ladies. Please don't fight and destroy my room," Nick interjected, reluctantly pulling away from Sylvanas and stepping out of bed. He glanced at Alina and Kalira who seemed alert but hopeful for a peaceful conclusion, if only so they could go back to indulging themselves.

"You all came here to fuck and I don't see why we can't add one more to the mix," he said, gesturing towards Jaina.

Jaina looked at Sylvanas and Sylvanas looked at him.

What are you doing? Her voice echoed in his mind.

It'll be fun, he told her, utilizing the communication device she had previously given him. And if you outlast her, you can rub her nose in it.

What do you mean if?

Nick shrugged, an excited grin spreading across his canine features. Sylvanas continued to eye him, a grin of her own slowly forming.

"All right, Lady Proudmoore," she said, turning to face the human woman. "Being the gracious host that I am, how about you join us for company?"

Jaina looked at the elven women atop the bed and then at Nick, her eyes wandering to the glistening pillar between his legs. "I suppose I could spare the time," she murmured. There was a metallic clink as her shoulder pads and cloak came undone and then tumbled to the floor.

She stepped forward.

***

Sylvanas had to restrain herself from grinning ear to ear as she watched Jaina disrobe and step towards her and Nick. Though she had teleported here to see the worgen, the sorceress had clearly not been expecting Sylvanas or her rangers. As such, her movement was awkward, if not a little timid even.

The slut wants it bad enough to stick around though, Sylvanas thought, one of her sharp canines gleaming in a half-smile.

The human mage was short in comparison to her, with pale skin from sitting indoors all day and reading. A healthy layer of meat clung to her body, giving her an almost motherly figure that emphasized her breasts, thighs and backside. Rather than the sleek abs that Sylvanas carried, Jaina's stomach swelled ever so slightly with a tiny hillock of fat that distinguished her from the Dark Lady's more toned figure.

Sylvanas inclined her head and pursed her lips as Jaina stopped in front of her. Admittedly, the mage's looks were only enhanced by her sedentary lifestyle, with fat that only seemed to attach itself to the most promising of places, and never in abundance. Flicking her gaze to Nick, her lip curled in dismay at the way he was practically salivating over the human.

"Why don't you lay down, Nick?" she said, more of a command than a question, and as she spoke she took Jaina by the arm, another hand cupping her chin as she leaned down to kiss her.

Jaina's eyes widened but she didn't resist the Dark Lady's surprisingly soft kiss. Nick on the other hand stood frozen in place, absentmindedly licking at his lips. The lewd spectacle was too much for him. He forgot Sylvanas' command, and as the elf began to massage at one of Jaina's breasts, he stepped forward.

Sylvanas broke away from the kiss, almost reluctantly, leaving a flustered, red-cheeked Jaina staring at her in a mix of bewilderment and disappointment over having their moment cut short.

"Nick," Sylvanas said simply, shooting him a cursory glance and then returning to stare into Jaina's clear blue eyes.

Nick grumbled but at last complied, lying upon the thick rug that decorated his floor, round, red, and comfortable enough for him not to complain.

Sylvanas leaned in as if for another kiss, prompting Jaina to tilt her head into her, but the Dark Lady instead diverted her lips to the side of her head, brushing them against the mage's ear and whispering something that Nick couldn't quite hear. Jaina giggled, stealing a glance at the worgen upon the ground and sharing another fleeting kiss with Sylvanas.

Entwined by the arm, and with Sylvanas' hand clearly groping at Jaina's ass, the two of them came to a stop before his floored body, gazing down at him with ill concealed amusement. Nick's cock was still hard as stone, a towering red monument that longed to impale either of the gorgeous women standing above him. Instead, they reached out with their soft feet, pressing them against Nick's juice covered shaft. He growled needily and they beamed down at him, with Jaina's smile somehow matching Sylvanas' in its wickedness.

Was this teasing to be revenge for him not keeping in contact with her for the past year?

Unlike the scorned mage, however, the Dark Lady held no particular malice, she just enjoyed tormenting him as she knew it would pay off later when she was at his mercy beneath him. He had gifted her with two toe rings earlier in the year, both of finely crafted silver. One beheld a skull with crimson gems for eyes, while the other was furnished with a clawed paw set between two onyx stones. The cool metal of Sylvanas' rings against his manhood made him shiver, but it was not at all an unpleasant sensation as they stroked at his tool.

The two women pressed harder against him, wiggling their toes around the throbbing length of his cock and making him incline his hips upwards into them as they worked. Jaina pressed against him with more force this time, pushing him down flush against the floor with a "Hmph."

Surprised, Sylvanas quirked an eyebrow at him as if to ask, "What the hell did you do?"

Nick sniffed but said nothing, lying still as Sylvanas and Jaina took to rubbing up and down the crimson hued causeway of his cock. Their toes and the soles of their feet quickly became sticky with pre-cum, drawing him to ragged breaths and impatient drumming against the rug with his fingers. He wanted nothing more than to fuck the both of them senseless, but he played along with their game, watching and salivating as they practically ignored him, instead making out with each other, their tongues rolling and their full lips melding together.

It was an odd sight, seeing the Banshee Queen and the Alliance Archmage kissing with a passion that rivaled even the most wild of lovers. It made him burn with a mighty need and his cock pulsed beneath their massaging feet, as hard and tall and virile as it ever could be. His hands clenched and unclenched, and it was as if he was lying upon a horde of ants, so urgent was his desire to bolt upright and take them one after the other.

Through half-lidded eyes, Sylvanas caught his gaze for a moment, flashing him an impish grin and pulling on Jaina's lower lip before leaning in for another kiss, forcing her tongue deep into the human woman's mouth. Sylvanas' hand was on the back of Jaina's head, controlling every movement she made while her other hand rested upon her lower back, diving low at times to squeeze at the pale flesh of the sorceress' ass. The Dark Lady had spent some time with her rangers, and the experience with other women was paying off nicely. Jaina moaned into her mouth and squealed when her fingers traced over her slit.

One of the feet upon his manhood stopped its diligent stroking and soon afterwards the other did the same. Looking at his crotch and then up at the powerful women above him, he saw Sylvanas lick Jaina's lips and give her ass a smack before pulling away, her confident gaze channeling upon him.

"I think Lady Proudmoore is ready for some of that respite I was receiving earlier." Sylvanas crossed her arms, propping up the blue mountains upon her chest and looking sideways at the Archmage. "The question is, how would you like to take it?"

Jaina glanced between them, looking a little nervous, and then slowly dropped down onto her hands and knees, her round backside facing Nick.

Grinning, the worgen rushed to her, immediately pressing a hand against her upper back and forcing her down so that her ass was raised high for ease of access. Jaina grunted but made no effort to climb back up onto her hands, and instead she shivered longingly when Nick dropped the heavy weight of his cock upon her pale rear, slapping it against her cheeks and then rubbing it teasingly against her folds, giving her a taste but not quite entering.

Sylvanas, who had taken a keen interest in Nick's odd form of torture, pressed herself against his back, looking over his shoulder while her large breasts pillowed around him. Her weight almost caused him to penetrate the human woman, but he adjusted for it and continued to tease her, enjoying her rapidly increasing moans, desperate and full of hunger as they were.

"He gets like this sometimes, you know." Sylvanas' voice was sympathetic, though everyone in the room knew she was far from it. "Perhaps you should beg for it, that might appease him."

Jaina made a noise that sounded like a whine and Sylvanas' teeth flashed with a smile. Climbing off of Nick's back, she circled around to the mage's front, giving her ass a harsh slap as she did so. "What was that?"

Jaina bit her lip, annoyed but unwilling to leave without getting her cunt stuffed full of worgen dick.

"Fuck me."

Sylvanas sat down before her, legs spread, and yanked Jaina's head up by her golden locks.

"Fuck me...?"

The Archmage's eyes glinted with anger, but she responded immediately.

"Fuck me, please! Damn it!"

At her request, Nick positioned himself at her entrance and slammed forward, knocking the wind out of her and jostling her face into Sylvanas' loins. Delighted at the look on Jaina's face, and with her hand still on the back of her head, Sylvanas held her there as the worgen began to work his magic. His hairy hips thumped against her thick backside and his manhood stretched her to familiar yet no less delightful levels. A few quick strokes and Jaina's voluptuous body trembled, her eyes taking on a blankness to them that made Sylvanas laugh.

"The little harlot already came!"

"You were like that at first, too," Nick said, his large body looming over the Archmage as he ravished her.

Sylvanas shot him a dirty look and then turned her attention back to Jaina, angling her mound against the woman's lips and encouraging her with a light shove against her head.

Still recovering from her orgasm, Jaina glanced up into Sylvanas' glowing red eyes and then slipped out her tongue, drawing it up and down the Dark Lady's slit. This was met by a satisfied coo and more pressure against the back of her head. Swallowing and stifling a yelp as the worgen's pointy cockhead touched against her cervix, Jaina parted Sylvanas' petals, tasting the elf's sweetness and rolling her tongue in an earnest effort to please her. Sylvanas moaned, lightly, and then again when Jaina's tongue entered her.

"You're quite good at this, Jaina. If you'd like, you can teleport into my chambers every night and serve me."

Jaina looked as if she was going to respond, but the steady beating of Nick's red rocket into her pussy had her groaning instead.

"So good..." she murmured, wiggling her ass back against the worgen and planting a number of kisses upon Sylvanas' pussy before resuming her licking.

Nick shared a smile with Sylvanas and then turned his attention back to pummeling the Archmage's sweltering cunt, squeezing at the meat of her hips and ass as he worked her. It had been a long time since Jaina had taken dick of this caliber and her body reveled in its sensations. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, each accompanied by a hard stroke that had her moaning between Sylvanas' thighs. Jaina was at their combined mercy, with the worgen holding her firmly in place from behind, his crimson spear gifting her pussy with deep strokes while the Dark Lady controlled her by the head, forcing her to serve with her little tongue.

Trapped between the two, Jaina dripped like rain, so wet was she, and the scent of her arousal made Nick's nostrils flare with an animalistic desire that only served to further incentivize him. After such a lengthy stay in Lordaeron, he had forgotten the familiar touch of the Archmage; her pale skin, her easy moans, and the plump nature of her body that lent itself to motherhood. As far as her breasts and behind were concerned, Jaina was similarly matched with the Dark Lady. The main distinction was their difference in build. Sylvanas was fit and toned with slim muscles that, while pronounced, only highlighted her feminine form without detracting from it. Jaina on the other hand was a bookworm, covered in a pleasing layer of fat that was neither too much nor too little. Both were prime examples of the female form, though, truth be told, he preferred to dominate strong women like Sylvanas. Even so, Jaina was an unexpected treat that he didn't get to enjoy often. It had been a long time since he had taken Jaina Proudmoore, and he intended to make up for that time lost.

Leaning his weight forward, he grinded himself into her, squishing the meaty cheeks of her ass against his groin and rolling his hips against her. Jaina mewled, her voice muffled around Sylvanas' womanhood. Pulling out, he gave her another deliberate thrust, his tempo changing to a slow and steady pounding that had her delighting in every inch as it was served to her. Her pink pussy hugged him as if it didn't wish to let go and his groans soon matched hers, frequent and throaty. He gave her ass a smack, jiggling it and leaving light lacerations similar in fashion to those that decorated Sylvanas' big booty, inflicted by constant day by day abuse.

Jaina came and then came again, the steady beating of his hips against her and his cock into her driving her mad with pleasure. As she tongued at Sylvanas' cunt and was fucked full of worgen dick, she had a hand at her mound, rubbing desperately at her clit and aiding in her frequent and powerful climaxes. Nick, who had yet to experience an orgasm of his own this night, would have been lying if he said he wasn't a little desperate himself. Nevertheless, he abided by Banshee Queen and when she stood up, the look she gave him was all he needed to know that she had something else in mind. Gracing the Archmage with a few quick thrusts, he finished with a forceful stroke that would have sent her sprawling forward if not for his hands being hooked around her hips. Growling, he held her there for a moment as she groaned and shook, one of his hands gripping and pulling at one of her plump cheeks before finally pulling out, leaving her dripping cunt empty and wanting.

As he did this, Sylvanas retrieved something from the equipment the dark rangers had shed upon the floor, and when he looked at her his eyebrows raised.

The Dark Lady brandished a dildo, long in length and as thick around as the worgen's own bulky cock. Carrying it in her right hand, she slapped it against her left, a wicked smile on her face as she eyed Jaina who had only begun to look up and notice what she was carrying.

"What... what is that for?" she asked, her voice weaker than intended as she climbed onto her hands and knees.

Sylvanas ignored her and took up post behind the Archmage. Kneeling down, and with little warning, she pressed the dildo against Jaina's cunt, spreading her petals and pushing it deep inside of her.

Jaina moaned but didn't protest, and when the dildo stopped its advance she looked back just in time to see Sylvanas bent over, the other end of the long dildo pressing against her folds. With a murmur of pleasure, the Dark Lady pushed it inside of her and fell down onto her hands and knees. Pressing her legs together beneath Jaina, she scooted backwards, further impaling herself as she backed up closer and closer until their asses met, her big blue booty making contact with the pale moons of Jaina's behind. The dildo connected them, stretching them both and bonding them together as two sex crazed leaders that enjoyed nothing more than to get fucked stupid.

Sylvanas, who was having an unnaturally good time, bumped her ass against Jaina's and then turned her head towards Nick who had been watching with a look mixed between arousal and amusement.

"You may use her mouth," she said, and he knew exactly what she meant.

Kneeling in front of the blonde mage, he guided his cock to her lips, brushing his tip against them before she hungrily opened her mouth.

Though he understood what Sylvanas had meant, Jaina hadn't, and she was surprised when he gripped her by the head and shoved himself forward, sliding his throbbing cock across her tongue and down her throat. He pushed forward until her face was planted against his groin, admiring her ability to take him after over a year out of practice. She gazed up at him, anger in her clear blue eyes and on her pretty features. Despite this, she remained resolute and determined even as he slowly slid his slimy red cock from her mouth, stopping only when there was nothing but his tip remaining inside of her.

Nick thrust forward again, holding her in place and picking up speed until Jaina's nose thumped a steady beat against his groin and he was truly fucking her face, the lewd squelching of his cock against her throat and her muffled gags music to both his and Sylvanas' ears.

The Dark Lady, who had taken to fucking herself back and forth along the dildo, glanced over her shoulder to observe the ignoble throat-fucking Jaina was receiving.

"My, my, Lady Proudmoore. Could it be that you have experience with this sort of thing?"

In response, Jaina gurgled something incomprehensible and rocked her body back against Sylvanas', bouncing their butts together in what was supposed to be an angry gesture. This act of defiance backfired, however, and she moaned pathetically as the dildo hilted itself inside of her needy pussy.

"Greedy girl," Sylvanas taunted, undulating her hips and then throwing herself rhythmically back against the Archmage. She was forceful and her backwards thrusts had their behinds jiggling against one another, the long length of the dildo gleaming with their combined juices as it stuffed them both. Sylvanas paid little heed to Jaina's double-ended struggle and the fast smacking off their asses against each other melded with the wet gurking, gulping and squelching of the worgen's cock bullying the mage's mouth.

Nick gave her little room for air and his hand disheveled her golden locks, alternating between holding her still while slamming his dick down her throat and forcefully dragging her along his length. He used her without reprieve; long, drooling tendrils of saliva hung from both his cock and her chin, swinging back and forth as his balls slapped against her. Fur from his groin stuck to her face and her eyes welled with tears, but Jaina refused to admit defeat. Between Sylvanas and Nick she had a hard time piecing together her thoughts, but she was determined to pass what she recognized as a test.

Nick, who was thoroughly enjoying using her face as a sheathe for his cock, nevertheless felt the need to give the Archmage a break lest she pass out. Retrieving his manhood from her throat, he let go of her and allowed her head to hang, coughing, slobbering and sputtering up pre-cum. Setting his sights elsewhere, he watched as Sylvanas beat her ass back against Jaina's, fucking herself upon the dildo and stretching her pussy comfortably around it. Her head was lowered, ghostly blonde hair curtaining her face as she eyed the floor, clearly concentrating on reaching her next orgasm. Kneeling in front of her, he slapped his cock lightly atop her head.

Sylvanas looked up. Beautiful. Commanding. Annoyed.

He rubbed his pointy tip against the plushness of her lips.

"I said you could use her mouth not mine," she hissed, and then licked her lips.

"I know you want it."

Sylvanas pursed her lips as if in consideration, and then opened her mouth wide, tongue hanging out and her eyes staring expectantly up at him. She hadn't required much convincing, and he sighed pleasantly as he took hold of her by the head and fed her his cock. Slowly, Inch by inch, he slid it along the Dark Lady's moist tongue until he hit the back of her throat and continued further, lodging his throbbing canine cock down her gullet. When he was through, her tight throat bulged around his member and her mouth was stretched in a wide O around his base. Sylvanas glared up at him, her nose pressed hard against his groin and her gorgeous elven features contorted to accommodate the fat cock stuffing her face.

Despite her angry countenance, he knew that she was just as eager to get her face fucked as he was to fuck it. With this in mind, he tightened his grip around her head, his large hand encompassing it almost entirely, and then began to piston himself in and out of her at high speed. He was well aware of what Sylvanas was capable of and what very little she wasn't capable of. Undeath or not, the Banshee Queen was a full blown cock-slut and no amount of face fucking was going to break her. It was one of the many reasons why she was the perfect cock-sleeve.

Holding her firmly in place, he used her mouth like he would use her pussy, fucking it with long strokes that squelched with an abundance of saliva and pre-cum. His balls smacked against her chin and her face was soon in a state as equally disheveled as Jaina's; sweat and slobber gleamed on her skin and her hair was a mess, while his own fur clung in wiry strands to her face.

Sylvanas' eyes were ablaze like shrieking comets, a pair of deep red pits that stared up at him with lust that he could drown in. She didn't move and she barely blinked. One of her long eyebrows bent awkwardly, matted against her sweaty brow, and even when he grasped both of her pointy ears like handlebars she didn't move an inch. Tugging on them but being careful not to hurt her too much, he maneuvered her into him even as he slammed his groin into her face, face-fucking the Banshee Queen with everything he had, not stopping for air as she didn't need it, and not bothering to be mindful of a gag reflex for she didn't have one.

Tightening his grip on her ears, he leaned her head back slightly so he could better angle himself down into her, pounding her throat at a diagonal angle that had his balls flopping against her neck and chin while her profuse slobber dripped onto her breasts. Nick could feel the familiar buildup of an orgasm rising from within him and he longed for its release even as the walls of Sylvanas' throat gripped him like a lover. Closer and closer it came, but before he could unload her voice echoed in his anxious mind.

Cumming already?

Nick's eyes widened and he slowed his thrusts until he was frozen in place, his crimson manhood lodged tight down the elven queen's throat. A twinkle of amusement sparkled in her eyes, and as he withdrew from her mouth her lips began to curve into a sly smile.

Huffing for air as both a biological necessity and as a means for clearing his head, he slapped his thoroughly wet tool against her lips and then rested it atop her face. Sylvanas, who was still connected by dildo to Jaina, remained unmoving except for the widening of her smile. Her eyes went cross for a moment and then her tongue darted out, licking up and down the underside of the worgen's cock and nuzzling into it. She worshipped it for a straight minute, as much for her own sake as for his, and then begrudgingly pulled away from it.

Peeling herself away from Jaina, the dildo slid out from Sylvanas as she stood up, and she turned around to yank it out of the Archmage as well, not bothering with any sort of finesse. Jaina groaned, vaguely registering Sylvanas muttering something to Nick before she felt the worgen's strong hands grasping at her body.

Picking up the full figured Archmage, Nick carried her to the bed and sat down, impaling her ass on his cock before she could do anything but yelp in wild eyed bewilderment. Taken aback as she was, she nevertheless fell into position naturally, her feet planted on either side of him with her legs atop his as she leaned backwards. What she didn't anticipate were his arms reaching underneath her knees and pulling her legs up in an awkward embrace that had his hands wrapped around the back of her head and her feet dangling in the air before her.

Jaina squealed as she was stuck like a pig, her ass stretched to its utmost around the worgen's indomitable cock. His black fur tickled at her skin and he hummed a deep snarl from behind her as he began to thrust into her bowels, bouncing her in his lap and forcing out a long list of moans and groans, her voice shaky and her womanly body trembling in his grasp. She had little room for movement; Nick held her firm in an impossible grip, her folded legs squishing her breasts against her chest while her little sphincter was stuffed and packed full of dick.

Hard and fast, his thrusts rattled her wits and made her head spin, jouncing her body wildly atop his member without the slightest care for her wellbeing. It was a brutal ass pounding, but to Jaina's credit she took it well, undulating and squeezing her muscles against him in a valiant effort to milk his cock. The worgen was rougher than she remembered, and she attributed this to Sylvanas' influence, for there was no way the undead slut wasn't into all sorts of depraved things.

On queue, Sylvanas settled in next to them, her hair slightly less tousled than it had been just minutes prior. She had one hand between her legs, clutching at another dildo and maneuvering it in and out of her at a leisurely pace, her petals spread pleasantly around its girth. It was smaller than the previous toy she had shared with Jaina, but it was doing its job nicely.

"Enjoying yourself, Lady Proudmoore?" Sylvanas asked as a deep thrust into Jaina's booty caused her to grunt in a very unlady-like manner.

Jaina struggled to ignore the Dark Lady, but Sylvanas leaned in and brought her hand to the human's cheek, tilting her face towards her and claiming her lips. Sylvanas was surprisingly tender, and when her tongue pushed forward Jaina accepted it into her open mouth. Moaning, her voice muffled, she allowed Sylvanas to do as she pleased, enjoying the elf's full lips against her skin and the way her tongue played with hers, sharing in both her passion and saliva.

As Nick continued his quest to ruin her ass, his great crimson manhood a flurry of deadly effective strokes, Jaina found a strange comfort in Sylvanas' grasp, their kisses becoming more and more passionate. Their wet lips parted with light pops only to rejoin an instant later, their mouthes desperate, quick and hungry for more, pulling at each other's lips and exploring the warm depths inside. The Dark Lady was feverish, using one hand to fuck her cunt upon the dildo why her other hand pulled at Jaina, seeking to devour her with wide-mouthed kisses.

Jaina was beyond flustered. Both Nick and Sylvanas were using her body as if it belonged to them, kissing, pulling, groping, and squeezing. The massive slab of worgen meat hammering her tight ass was taking its toll on her body and her legs were beginning to feel weightless, pressed against her breasts as they were. Nick showed no signs of tiring and his throaty growls rumbled at her core, making her shiver and moan into Sylvanas' mouth. Cumming from getting ass-fucked in a full nelson while making out with the Banshee Queen wasn't something she could be proud of, but her orgasm approached fast and without warning, making her cry out when it hit, her body quaking and her pussy dripping down onto the worgen's cock diligently working at her ass.

It was too much. Her body felt weak and overstimulated, but Nick didn't stop, his lower body pounding up into her big bottom like a well-oiled machine.

Sylvanas suddenly pulled away from her and looked at the worgen. Something passed between the two, she could tell, and then she was freed from Nick's clawed hands.

He laid back fully upon the bed and Sylvanas kneeled above his face, her lips pursed in a satisfied coo as the worgen's tongue issued forth from his muzzle and swept over her slit. Another lap of the tongue against her pussy and she grinned, her gaze now turned towards Jaina. Sylvanas said nothing, but the Archmage couldn't help but feel a sense of expectation upon her.

Swallowing her resolve, Jaina straddled Nick, facing both him and the banshee as she guided his tip to her entrance. Slowly, deliberately, she lowered herself upon his tool, hissing air through her teeth as her womanhood was plugged and stretched to near full capacity. Her rear was a bit sore, but she ached for more and soon took to bouncing, rising and falling until her pace had quickened to something approaching fast. Weary and out of practice she may be, her movement was nevertheless smooth and fluid. Jaina was damn good at taking dick and she had rode Nick many times in the past, fucking herself silly on his fat cock and proceeding well into the night. She decided that tonight would be no different.

Slamming the thick cheeks of her ass down against him, Jaina rode the worgen with purpose, her breasts, thighs, booty and even the slight swell of her tummy jiggling from the impact. Moans drifted from her luscious lips, her pale skin flushed red and her golden hair cascading like rays of sunlight as she oscillated up and down, her sweltering cunt acquiescing to the throbbing tower of crimson filling it. Thoughts of how good it was raced through her mind and with every stroke she silently praised it for the pleasure it brought, gifting her with a quick orgasm that soon led to another.

Jaina closed her eyes and drifted into the waves of pleasure running over her, lifting her hands to her head and fingering at her hair, still bouncing, still riding, the habitual clapping of her ass against Nick's groin and the weight of her large, swinging breasts helping to anchor her to reality. Halting briefly, she undulated her hips and grinded herself against him, his fur tickling her skin and his cock blessing her insides with every fulfilling inch of his girth. A gruff moan fluttered down from the worgen's lips and she smiled, resuming her riding.

Unbeknownst to her, Sylvanas was watching intently, enjoying the lewd show that the Archmage was putting on while the worgen beneath her obediently lapped at her folds and gifted her with a satisfying orgasm of her own. Watching Jaina bounce on Nick's cock was just as compelling to her as the tongue feeling its way inside of her pussy, but she wanted more. She wanted to see the sorceress broken.

Dripping with fluid, Sylvanas rolled her hips against Nick's face and allowed him to bring her to another climax before separating herself from him and lying back against the pillows.

"Break her," she said, not bothering to discretely whisper it into his mind.

Happy with her command, Nick sat up and took hold of Jaina, rolling her onto her back with his massive body shadowing her. His manhood loomed above its intended sheathe, shiny and dripping with pre-cum. Jaina looked up at him and swallowed, Sylvanas' command making her both anxious and eager. Wrapping her arms around his hairy back and her legs around his waist, she inclined her bottom half up into him, inviting him to claim her like a brothel whore.

Before she could even finish shivering and licking her lips, the worgen growled and slammed home, burying his tool within the sopping confines of her defenseless pussy.

"Faaaah!" the sorceress swore, but her curse devolved into an unintelligent moan as Nick pulled out and thrust himself back into her, his body smacking against hers and pressing her into the bed with a creak.

He worked quickly, taking the Dark Lady's command to heart and hammering the blonde Archmage at a brisk pace that had his muscles rippling and his fur ruffling, bringing her to a screaming orgasm in less than half a minute. Her body shook, large breasts flailing and her upraised behind turning red from the constant smacking of his hefty balls against it. It was savage, but he fucked her like he fucked Sylvanas, rough and utilizing all of his strength in an effort to pound her brains out.

Experienced as she was, it had been over a year and he had never fucked her quite like this. It was hard for her to hold on to the rampaging worgen, much less think, but her body seemed to delight in the forceful rutting, tingling with pleasure and the all-encompassing feeling of being dominated and used. His bestial cock spread her cunt wide and plundered her depths without a hint of stopping, knocking at the door to her womb with every downward thump of his hips against her thighs. Juices leaked from her little hole, streaming down onto her ass and the balls slapping ceaselessly against it.

Jaina cried, squealed and moaned, loving every hard, blissful second of it and she voiced her pleasure without restraint, filling the tall tower-room with her lewd ululations. The worgen's own voice mixed with hers, grunting in time with the slapping and squelching of his body against her, a giant of dark fur over her voluptuously endowed body. Her pale skin glistened with sweat and her face contorted in an indecent display of satisfaction, mouth open and begging for more of the worgen's wonderful cock. Naturally, he obliged her, the Dark Lady's command still fresh in his mind.

Sylvanas sat back upon the bed like the royalty she was, her arms wrapped around her dark rangers. Each was positioned at her side, licking and sucking on her nipples as she watched Nick pounding Jaina into the bed. The human woman had clearly never been fucked like this before, and the non-stop orgasms quaking through her body made Sylvanas' lips curve into a smug smile. It was both an amusing and an arousing spectacle, making her pussy drip with anticipation. Soon, she would be on the receiving end of the worgen's wrath. The thought made her lick her lips, but for now she was content waiting and observing.

An imperceptible amount of time passed and Jaina's pussy quivered in yet another orgasm, its walls constricting around every inch of the canine cock stuffing it. Her groan was weak, her voice hoarse from overuse, and her body trembled furiously. The Archmage teetered on the brink of exhaustion with only the pleasure racing through her lush body keeping her from slipping into unconsciousness. In truth, she felt only half-conscious already, her mind stunned and stupefied, blank with naught but the worgen's cock cutting through the fuzzy nothingness upstairs in her head. His rumbling growls no longer registered to her, and she came again from the feeling of his pointy red tip tapping against her cervix, her voice soft, almost pitiful in its inflection. Her mind slipped further, but she felt a touch of surprise as his movements seemed to somehow further increase in speed.

Nick huffed, his balls practically aching with the desire to unload within the busty blonde sorceress beneath him. Drool leaked onto the bed from his open mouth, his long tongue lolling out and his hips a frenzied blur as he rutted and humped into Jaina's submissive pussy, molding it to his size and shape. Sylvanas' command kept him going, but the desire to knock up the sex-starved Archmage blazed within him. She could easily nullify it with a spell, but he didn't care, nor was he thinking clearly. Still, he heeded the Dark Lady's order and increased in speed, stroking Jaina's cunt with deep dives into her canal that had her body going weak. For a long while the room had been a disorderly den of his body smacking against her plush figure, his balls slapping into her, the wetness of her cunt around his cock, and the combined depravity of their moans, but her voice disappeared from their duet, leaving only his rocky groans and bestial snarls.

"Good work."

Nick slowed but didn't stop, not until he fully realized what had been said.

He glanced up at Sylvanas, her elven rangers nestled under her arms at either side, hungry smiles on all of their faces, and then down at Jaina. She was breathing steadily, but her eyes were closed and her arms and legs had fallen limp onto the bed. She had passed out from either pleasure, exhaustion, or both without him even realizing.

"That affliction of yours makes you a bit oblivious at times," Sylvanas said. "A fair trade though, I would say." She sat up straight, untangling her arms from Kalira and Alina, and fixed Nick with one of her deadly yet sexy stares. "Now that Lady Proudmoore is out of the picture, how about we resume things where we left off?"

Nick stared for a moment, then nodded, his cock throbbing with a mighty need.

"Hopefully without any more interruptions," Sylvanas muttered.