Sylvanas skills with Wolfy in Bed

They had been an amusing distraction, but with Jaina and the rangers out of the way she was free to indulge herself as she saw fit.

Sylvanas climbed atop Nick's hulking form of fur and muscle, straddling his chest and facing away from him so that her backside was positioned against his face. From his hairy loins and muscled legs jutted his enticing red pillar, like a monument of worship, and she eyed it only briefly before lowering herself upon it, taking it between her purple velvet lips and greeting it with her tongue. He rumbled in response, vibrating beneath her as she tended to his sensitive tip, one of her slender hands jerking up and down his length while she slurped at his cockhead, her tongue probing at the slit of his urethra.

Huffing a pleased breath of hot air against the Dark Lady's peach, he took hold of her by her behind, squeezing and indenting the supple flesh of her ass so as to keep a firm hold on her. Then, inclining his head upwards and issuing forth his long tongue, he brushed the flat of it along her damp folds, earning a husky moan and a wiggle of her booty back against him. Pressing forward with his advantage, he drew his tongue about her clit, once, twice, a third time, and then slid into her wetness, reaching deep into her heated depths and receiving an unsteady tremble from her in response.

Sylvanas moaned with a heated eagerness that betrayed desire, her lips trailing down the worgen's shaft, plump, full and tantalizing, making him squirm in turn as her tongue slithered around his tool. With relish she tasted him, sucking on the succulent firmness of his canid erection and drawing it into her throat. Keeping it lodged down her gullet so as to savor it, she undulated her head upon it, twisting and turning, moving in short, shallow bobs of the head that only relinquished an inch of his length at a time. She spit-shined it with a gracious amount of saliva, dabbing and licking at the entirety of his impressive tool until there was not a single minute spot upon his cock that she hadn't come to know. She inhaled his scent and tasted his meat, devouring his slick cock with an ease that was unmatched by any woman on Azeroth, her tongue poking out to caress at his knot and balls, teasing their delivery.

The intensity at which he ate out her sopping pussy increased, prompting her to groan and take on a new pitch of her own, sucking him with long strokes from crown to base that had the entirety of his cock on a constant repetition of entering and leaving, entering and leaving her hot sloppy mouth. A spattering of saliva embellished her chin and the wet, ribald noises of her dick sucking made her enjoyment of his crimson treat as apparent as the wetness between her legs.

For a time, the two of them satiated their desire with tongue and mouth until his contentment turned to restlessness and her slow suckling of his tool could no longer subdue his desire for control. Ceasing the skillful lapping of his tongue against her sex, he grabbed the buxom elf and transferred her onto her back, his knees planted on either side of her with his cock hovering near her face. Correctly guessing his intentions, Sylvanas smirked and sat up to accommodate him.

Her mouth opened wide, tongue touching her chin in a lewd invitation to stuff her face. He did this exactly, one hand on the back of her blonde head and the other guiding his cock to her dick-hungry maw. Wet and sticky with saliva, his scarlet member slid across her tongue and into her mouth, plunging deep without regard or care—for he knew she could take him without trouble.

She wiggled her tongue beneath his length, her naughty eyes open and accommodating, begging for him to fuck her face. He did so like it was his sole purpose, furry hips pistoning and pumping her tight throat full of cock, both hands now grasping and holding her head in place so it didn't jounce backwards with every powerful thrust. Her lips, so plump, and her tongue, so playful, bade him to further depravity. The rapid, squelching gluck gluck gluck gluck of his manhood ravishing her throat echoed off the stone walls, loud and tempting like the most beautiful music he had ever heard. There was no possible way he could fuck her face any harder than he already was; he huffed and panted, hips a furry blur as his manhood entered and then re-entered her mouth at a blinding pace, his heavy balls, so rich with seed, battering against her sharp chin.

But Sylvanas took him in stride, the timeless beauty of her millennia old countenance becoming more and more marred by the flushing of her blue skin, shining trickles and drops of drool, and the ever increasing strands of loose worgen hair seeking succor upon her cheeks, nose and chin. Timeless it was though, and her beauty remained, becoming enhanced even to a new state of appeal at the contradiction of her cold, imperious features being sullied and debased. Yet her eyes retained within them her power and authority, her immense hunger and yearning set beside an immeasurable depth of patience. Sylvanas would gladly suckle upon his cock for hours—and indeed had—not solely to reap the reward of his tool filling and seeding her pussy afterwards, but because she enjoyed doing so. She enjoyed the way it filled her mouth, her throat, enjoyed gazing up at him and making him squirm, enjoyed tasting his virility.

Nick could face-fuck her until dawn broke over Lordaeron and she would love every second of it.

Sylvanas was a slut for cock and desperate for his, coaxing his essence with the pull of her mouth and massaging of her full lips. She hummed around him, a stealthy hand working her clit between her legs. Her debauchery, her improper behavior so unbefitting of an elven queen—combined, of course, with the sweet sensations of her mouth—made him want to stuff her all the way, to knot her pretty face. The impulse was compelling, but he knew it was one of the few things she would not abide.

Having quickly discarded that thought, for the next few minutes he continued as he had been before, holding her firm and listening to the wet sounds of her throat as he ravaged it, the small crowd of spectators upon the corner of the bed forgotten. He and Sylvanas stared at each other all the while, the banshee's unblinking red eyes meeting the yellow glow of his own eyes, tinged with a slight swash of red. A fair amount of time passed before he finally pulled himself free of her warm gullet, leaving her mouth wide open and connected to his cock by strands of saliva. Slowly, to give him time in case he wanted to stick it back in, she closed it. He groaned, voice practically a whine, and she smirked knowingly. A single shot of cum arrowed across her cheek, a sticky smear of white trailing behind, and then burst into shrapnel within one of her long ears, leaving it dripping and spattered with cum.

Sylvanas' head tilted slightly towards the affected ear and her smirk grew into a slight smile. The worgen was pent up, that much was obvious.

In a flash of seconds she was out from under him, coaxing him into a position so that she could straddle him. The supple fullness of her ass landed in his lap, and as she guided his length into her there was a noticeable eagerness in her movement. His manhood spread her folds and pierced deep, stretching and filling the tight confines of her elven pussy with a shaky groan from the both of them. Hands, slender but strong, grabbed at his burly shoulders, squeezing tight as her body began to rock in his lap, milking pleasure from his tool and then beginning to bounce to the best of her ability.

Nick was sitting up, the fur on his chest brushing against the erect nubs of Sylvanas' nipples and stifling the wobble of her large breasts. Her hands moved from his shoulders, instead wrapping around his neck in her drive to mold their bodies together, her hips moving as if in a sensual dance. Like a slave to her desire, she fucked herself upon him with shallow undulations that kept nearly the entirety of his shaft sheathed inside of her at all times, leaving only a few inches left to be consumed with every move of her hips and rising of her ass.

With the majority of him snug inside of her, she rose and fell upon the remainder of his tool at a languorous pace, the tightness of her cunt and the girth of his member creating a friction that had him growling into her neck. His tongue darted out to taste her, and then his teeth teased against her skin, making her body shiver and her pussy squeeze against him. This display of pleasure caused his nostrils to flare with a gust of heat and he reached down to grip at her ass cheeks, tightly enough to indent her flesh between his fingers, but not so tight to hamper her movement. He marveled at the queen-sized booty in his hands, enjoying the way she clamped down around him as he groped her.

The Dark Lady's ass was both that of a warrior and a woman: forged with the muscle of a ranger, but graced with a womanly layer of fat that made it round and pliant, ensuring it strained against her trousers and wobbled when she walked—or when she was bouncing in a certain worgen's lap. Savagely, animalistically, his voice rumbled in his chest and he pulled a hand away only to bring it crackling down against her ass. It stung, but she cried out in pleasure and rode him more fervently, her pussy tightening with every further smack against her behind. The pain was exquisite. She loved it, and showed it by arching into him, taking her spankings with a gleeful smile.

Pulling away from her neck, he licked at her clean ear and bucked himself into her, fucking himself into her pussy as she rode him, her juices dribbling out onto his fur as if from a wellspring of pleasure. Quick and hard, each stroke increased the throbbing heat within her, building and building until she stopped and cried out, her ass thumping against his groin and her eyes rolling up as she came on his dick. It was a much needed orgasm and her mouth fell open in a silent scream, only to be snapped shut and taken back down to reality by a searing smack against her ass.

Sylvanas' eyes returned from inside her skull and a coy smile crept across her face, the remnants of her blissful orgasm still apparent upon it. Her hand petted at one of his fluffy ears while her other hand slinked down between them, feeling at the bulge of his cock pushing out against the toned grooves of her stomach. Though he already knew she wanted more, it couldn't be made any more obvious by the way she was behaving in his lap.

Far from being fulfilled himself, Nick maneuvered the Dark Lady onto her back, mounting her legs upon his shoulders and pulling her close. Her sex was flushed with arousal, soaked and sopping, a hungry little hole that wouldn't be satisfied until it was thoroughly ruined by the crimson girth hovering above it.

Obliging her, he took hold of his shaft and teased it up and down her slit, rubbing it against her clitoris, then through the thin silver strip of fur adorning her sex, and then finally slapping it against her juicy lips. He ached to be balls-deep within Sylvanas' pussy, and in one fell swoop he did exactly that, gripping tightly at her slender legs and plugging her greedy hole with all the worgen dick she could ever want.

Sylvanas shrieked like a banshee, but a few more pumps into her tight cunt and her voice choked into a throaty groan, her pussy spasming around him as she came again. Quickly, brutally, he beat up Sylvanas' pussy with deep strokes that had him going balls-deep every time, the powerful force of his thrusts sending her pillowy breasts into a frenzy of jiggling and bouncing. Her hands threaded through her hair and her hips inclined into him, wanting more, receiving more. He took her easily, drawing forth another orgasm from her before grabbing under her knees and folding them back, his body leaning against hers as he folded her in half. It was a vulnerable position that she thoroughly enjoyed, and as her feet dangled in the air above her head, her eyes gleamed with excitement. The worgen had mating pressed her a thousand times by this point, but the thrill of it made her juices flow like a waterfall even still.

Nick was little more than a huge mass of black fur and sharp teeth above the Dark Lady as he used her body like she was a common back-alley whore. His body slammed against hers, hammering her into the bed while the sound of his heavy balls thwacking against her plump ass filled the room with a delicious cacophony of slaps and moans and shrieks. Like a well oiled machine, he fucked orgasm after orgasm out of her, delighting in the way she clawed at the sheets and his back while her body trembled, her pussy tighter than an elven virgin around his plundering manhood.

And as Sylvanas was dicked into unholy realms of pleasure, her rangers, as well as a freshly recovered Jaina, looked on, curiosity in their eyes and jealousy on their faces. Never had they seen such a ferocious display of masculinity and femininity coming together, a bold molding of flesh on flesh, the savage mating of worgen and elf. Sylvanas' body, both fit and unfairly curvy, writhed beneath him, struck by paroxysms of pleasure from the incessant drilling of cock into her insides. Unrestrained and unbidden, her wanton voice pierced his wolf-like growls, an audible reflection of her love for his cock. She let it all out, screaming her release with a wicked smile on her face that was wholly unbecoming of the Queen of the Forsaken, a sharp contrast to her normal fixed expression of cold, calculating stoicism.

Another thrust, another slap of the worgen's balls against her ass. She bared her teeth, sharp canines gleaming like little daggers and her eyes burning with lust. Reaching above her head, she grabbed at the sheets, scrunching them between her balled fists as if holding onto them like a lifeline while the worgen looming over her pumped her perfect body to a lewd rhythm of flesh on flesh. Fast and hard, his body sandwiched her against the bed, pressing her legs down into the enormity of her breasts and squishing them against her chest. Sylvanas was completely pinned beneath the dominating hugeness of his body, and when he reached down to grab her by the throat her eyes rolled, legs shaking as yet another orgasm ploughed through her defenses and drained her of intelligent thought. Her mouth opened in an orgasmic cry then clamped shut, reforming back into a grin that was more wild than the last. Well aware of how much of a slut for punishment and dangerous play she was, Nick tightened his hand around the Dark Lady's throat, squeezing hard and feeling her pussy squeeze even harder.

Her face, still dirtied by saliva, fur, and dried cum, was maniacal—a representation of pure, unbound desire. Sylvanas was well and truly cock-crazed and every thrust into the silky pull of her cunt only heightened her hunger for more.

"Harder, mutt," she choked. "Fuck me harder!"

Nick's nostrils flared, his muscles tensing for a moment as if preparing to do exactly as she asked. Instead, mustering his willpower and resisting the urge, he slowed.

"What are you doing?" she barked.

"Taking my time with this pussy," he replied, pulling out to the tip and then sliding back in at a pace so leisurely he may as well have been torturing her.

Sylvanas snarled, eyes flashing as if about to release some form of deadly magic upon him, but then her expression changed and she snorted a laugh, the hand still clasped around her throat causing her voice to come out as a croak.

"Do as you wish," she murmured, closing her eyes and reveling in the sensations flowing through her.

The mercurial nature of the busty elven queen gave him only a slight pause, and a moment later he was resuming his descent. Slow and steady, he grinded himself into her wetness, relishing the way she crooned beneath him as his cock brushed aside her petals and spread her wide with each downward thrust into her core. She was sexy, powerful and confident. A dangerous mix, but, dangerous or not, Sylvanas took dick like nobody else, her body meeting his and her pussy gripping his tool like a fist as a wave of her juices washed over him. Each thrust into her needy womanhood only increased his desire to unload his balls inside of her, the languid pace at which he was fucking her allowing him to bask in the sensations wrapping around his dick to the point where he wondered if such a slow pace was more torturous for him than it was for her.

Perhaps it was, but he soldiered on, gazing down at her pleasure-stricken face with his snout so close that he exhaled hot air onto it every time he bottomed out inside of her. Her eyes were closed but she opened them after a time to peer back at him, biting upon her bottom lip and looking like she wanted nothing more than to be fucked completely stupid.

How could he possibly resist?

Pulling out, he grabbed her by the legs and buried his head between her thighs, lapping at her femininity and earning an uncharacteristic squeal before letting up and trailing his tongue all the way up her toned leg to her dangling foot. Quickly, like a man seeking to extinguish a fire, he rolled her onto her hands and knees in what was his—and her—favorite position. And, good and eager slut as she was, Sylvanas assumed the position naturally, legs spread, forearms upon the bed, back arched and her impeccable behind raised high in a delectable albeit lewd presentation of her womanly wares.

Growling instinctively in what was meant as a pleased murmur, his crimson trouser snake rested within the cleft of her blue booty as he admired her, his eyes roaming over the toned firmness of her long back framing the curve of her spine, the way her hair parted around her enticing nape, the subtle back-and-forth wiggle of her hungry body, the thickness of her powerful thighs. Naturally, he admired her royal rump most of all. It was strong, reinforced by muscle that was unseen unless she flexed, otherwise appearing utterly feminine in its jiggly softness. In other words, Sylvanas' ass was fat: perfectly plump and perfectly round, neither an inch too small or an inch too large. Any smaller and it would simply be fantastic rather than perfect; any larger and it would appear out of place on her slim elven body.

Finding himself salivating, he closed his mouth and reached forward, grabbing at both of her meaty cheeks and molding them around his clawed fingers before releasing them, watching as they jiggled back into place. They were each covered in light scratches from prior rendezvous that had not yet healed. He intended to add more.

Grabbing her by one of her wide hips, he guided himself into her, the wetness of her folds ushering him in like he belonged there. His tip hitched at her entrance and then he shoved forward, filling her with everything he had in a hard, toe curling thrust, his muscled hips bouncing off of her big booty in a burst of elastic energy that rent a deep moan from the two of them. Tight as could be, her pussy squeezed hungrily, pulling at him as if not wanting to let go, gushing and contracting even as he yanked himself free and slammed home again. Another moan escaped her lips, this one louder than before.

"Yess," she breathed in Thalassian, her fingers digging into the sheets and her womanly muscles flexing beneath her blue skin.

Given the fact that he had been ploughing her for over a year now, it would be strange if he hadn't picked up a few words of her elven tongue. Or, at least, the general meaning behind them. This one in particular he translated as "Fuck me harder." Perhaps it wasn't an exact translation, but the meaning, at least, he knew was the same. So, with a very wolfish smile that revealed dozens of sharp teeth, he obliged her, wrapping both of his large furry hands around her hips and covering her back dimples with his thumbs as he began to take her to task. A few thrusts into her and he arrived at a middling pace that he knew she was begrudgingly fond of: fond because it was fast enough to just qualify as rough, begrudging because it was slow enough to instill within her a tantalizing desire for more.

Steady and deliberate, he pounded the Dark Lady with skillful thrusts that had her murmuring with pleasure, her large breasts swaying beneath her and her long ears twitching in delight. Her loins throbbed, her pussy squeezed and her body pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with an obvious desire for him to fuck her like a wild beast. Nick wasn't quite ready to reward her with more, however, and so he tightened his grip around her hips and waist, holding her steady as he fucked her as he saw fit. Annoyed, she said nothing, but a throaty utterance just barely loud enough to hear signified her mild discontent. Raising his hand, he brought it down upon one of her thick cheeks, smacking it hard and making it ripple on impact. Immediately, her walls tightened around his member and another throaty utterance, this time louder and tinted by pleasure, spilled from her lips.

In a way it was perhaps a little childish, but he had discovered that one of the best ways to silence the Banshee Queen's misgivings was by giving her a good spanking. It was something that he absolutely loved doing, and so, whilst bullying her little pussy with his thick erection, he buffeted her ass with wide, open-handed smacks that not only branded her round cheeks with his handprints, but caused her ass to flush a deep purple color. Sylvanas reacted as he had expected, moaning and whimpering like a needy whore, her voice a ghostly thrum as she came hard around his member. She was a freak. A slut, a nympho, a sexual deviant whose desire had no end. The worgen did his best though, came closer to reaching that impossible endpoint than anyone prior, and he spanked a few more orgasms from her before finally, finally!, changing the speed of his hips, building into a new tempo that devastated her composure and made her shout out loud her love for his cock.

Fast now, he fucked her at an angle, his overwhelmingly huge body dwarfing hers as he slammed her pussy into a sopping wet mess that dripped and drenched the ruffled, fuck-stained bed. His hands, still gifting her fat ass with the occasional slap, gripped at her body so tightly he would have bruised a normal woman, but Sylvanas took it in stride, her body hot and so fucking ready for everything he could give her. Dark Lady, Ranger-General, Banshee Queen, Best Fuck on the Planet. Her little elven cunt took all of him, the silky friction of her insides urging him to cum, urging him to sink his veiny bulb inside of her and drown her in his seed. He resisted, somehow, and leaned forward, grabbing her by the shoulders and holding onto her for dear life, as if he was the one being humped by someone three times his size. His weight pressed against her—not all of it, but enough—and her muscles visibly strained, her perfectly sculpted body of muscles and fat trembling beneath him in his clawed grip. From his weight or the pleasure assaulting her nerves he couldn't tell, but her strained defiance of his cock made him want to fuck her until she couldn't walk, until she could only scream lusty screams that shook the stone walls.

In pursuit of this, he rode her like a horse, like a dog, hips pumping as his speed increased. Looking down at her abused but oh so beautiful body, he licked his lips at the sight of her: slender, toned around the arms and the flexed muscles of her back, drenched in a visible layer of sweat that made her blue skin lustrous; her thighs jiggled, her hips jiggled, her ass jiggled, clapping in loud, non-stop smacks against his groin, and, as he picked up the pace even more, his weighty nuts slapped up against her soaking-wet pussy.

Faster, harder, the slapping of flesh on flesh rose to a tumultuous roar as he gave her everything he had, the round cheeks of her ass rippling like tidal waves against his groin and her arms shaking dangerously in their struggle to hold her upright. Her head was ducked, beautiful face framed by a curtain of ghostly blonde hair, but then she threw her head back, tossing her golden locks over her shoulders and allowing them to cascade along the length of her sweaty back. Blinking away the fog of his lust, he grinned, knowing that there was a reason behind this subtle gesture. Her hair was long and perfectly suited for being used like reins.

Reaching down and gathering her hair in a skein within his fist near the base of her skull, he pulled back. Hard. She grunted, back bowed in a ridiculous curve and her eyes aimed towards the ceiling. Sitting up straighter, he bent her back even further, forcing her off her forearms and onto her hands, her scalp searing in pain but her pussy throbbing in pleasure. She cursed and he gave her a little tug, his hips moving at a no less rapid pace than before and his free hand gripping tight at one of her bubbly cheeks. Pain intersected excitement, mingling together and making that little bundle of nerves within her go crazy. Just a few more thrusts and she came quick and easy, shrieking up at the tower's coned roof with such powerful clarity that he feared it would collapse. Still, his fear of potential death was eclipsed by the pleasure gripping his cock and his desire to pound the Banshee Queen into a cum-filled, over-dicked stupor.

Dust from the ceiling drifted down like a light rain, disturbed and knocked out of place by Sylvanas' wail, but, captivated by a sexual spell of their own making, neither paid it any mind. She shouted another curse, her mouth particularly foul today, and he bucked into her with a hard flexing of his muscles and a side-to-side pull on her hair that had her head shaking this way and that. A growl and a grunt emanated from her throat, the signature smoky mist of her banshee form rising up around her, purple and clinging like a barely visible fog to her arms and legs. The more aroused she became the more dangerous she appeared, her deadly beauty made all the more brilliant by the way her body relished in the pounding it was receiving, breasts flailing, ass wobbling, ears flattening against her blonde head. Cold, powerful, thousands of years old, and yet still so primal, so needy for the most elemental of desires. She gasped, and the purple-black mist around her swelled to an uproar as her pussy clamped around him so tightly it was like she was trying to grind him to dust.

Her body quivered, goosefleshed and momentarily weak from orgasm. Gradually, the mist around her dissipated, but the steady pumping of worgen dick into her never ceased, the echoing plap plap plap of his balls striking up against her wetness and his hips smacking against her ass like little thunderclaps each time a seemingly constant fixture of his room by now. With a final tug of her blonde tresses, he gave her a slap on the ass and let her hair fall free, using his now free hand to push down between her shoulder blades, urging her lower as he continued to work her body into the sheets.

Seconds passed into minutes, merging into a half hour and then an hour, the vulgar sounds of their lovemaking continuing all the while. They took no breaks, needed no breaks, their endless stamina carrying them to heights of pleasure that only they knew. Sylvanas had lost count of how many orgasms the worgen had unlocked within her, beat out of her with the incessant pounding of his crimson girth into her pussy, but there was an odd, illogical sense of feminine pride as her rangers and Jaina Proudmoore watched them, unable to tear their eyes away. They could only dream of fucking like this.

Sylvanas grinned into the bed sheets. Face down with her fat ass high in the air for the worgen's pleasure, she was utterly soaked—both in sweat and her own orgasmic juices—and Nick's cock beat a steady rhythm against her cervix. He fucked her as if he was in a hypnotic frenzy, fast and hard as ever, owning her pussy with balls-deep thrusts that had her luscious body rocking against the bed and cumming around his dick. Mouth open, he salivated and drooled onto her back, grunting like a brainless beast, his eyes locked on the way her pussy stretched to accommodate him with every thrust. His cock pulsed and throbbed, a bright red slab of meat smeared with the white of her cream. It had been so long since the night began and he had yet to get off; how he had managed not to blow his load after so long he wasn't sure, but he was ignorant to everything but Sylvanas' body and the pleasure it brought—the silky friction of her insides struggling to milk him for all he was worth. His vision strained, his body strained, his balls ached, and his knot spanked against Sylvanas' pussy with every stroke into it. A part of him wanted to go on forever like this, humping her little elven cunt until the tower above them really did collapse, but a greater part of him wanted to explode inside of her.

With his thumbs framing her wobbling booty, he tightened his grip around her and readjusted himself, searching for just the perfect angle that would allow him to claim her. His breathing quickened and Sylvanas, who by this point in their relationship of sex and nothing but sex knew what he was doing, fidgeted atop the bed, her ears wiggling in anticipation while her hands, raised above her head, clenched and unclenched at the sheets, tearing them apart with her sharp nails.

A few thrusts to test the water was all it took for him to find the mark. And so, knowing full well that the next thrust would seal the deal, he pulled out to the tip, her well-fucked sex drooling with their combined fluids, and then slammed forward, sending a tsunami along the meaty cheeks of her ass and conquering her pussy with his knot. Heat and pleasure engulfed him as his knot expanded, and he roared his release, pumping what must have been one of his largest and thickest loads yet within the Banshee Queen's sweltering pussy. His howling roar accompanied Sylvanas' satisfied scream, but neither registered in his ears and when his sense of sound finally returned to him he could hear nothing but her quiet whimpering, clearly suffering from a number of her own orgasms. Heart hammering against his chest, he panted for air and admired his handiwork.

Sylvanas looked like shit. In a good way.

Temporarily joined together as they were, her ass rested against his groin, still raised up high. Big and wide, tinged purple from his groping and spanking, covered in fresh scratches, fur and drool. Delicious. Her back was similarly coated in sweat and drool, her toned muscles shining and occasionally twitching from either overuse or remnants of pleasure. Her hair, like silvery-gold strands of silk, lay disheveled about her head, her face hidden and planted flush against the bed. Tired, unmoving and fucked silly after getting dicked down from behind by an enormous worgen for over an hour, even the Dark Lady needed a rest. She took it, and so did he, ignoring the dark rangers when they broached conversation.

After a quarter hour or so his knot deflated in size and he slipped out of her with a gush of fluid, further staining the bed. Sitting down, he continued to pant, his eyes on Sylvanas' dripping cunt.

"Is she..." Jaina crawled forward, eyeing Sylvanas who was still face-planted against the bed.

"I'm fine," Sylvanas said, her voice cool, calm and collected.

She sat up, finger-combing her hair back into place, and revealed a tattered hole in the bed where her face had been but her hair had hidden. Her banshee screams had blasted a hole right through his bed, the sheets around the little crater tinged a dark, dark violet.

They watched her stand up, teetering on shaky legs for a moment before stabilizing herself and turning to them, arms crossed under her tremendous bust. A proud, self-satisfied look adorned her face.

"You three aren't still tired are you?" she asked, directing the question at Jaina, Kalira and Alina. "If so, I'm more than capable of satisfying him by myself." She gestured towards Nick, her smugness palpable and her message clear: they couldn't handle him.

Still, that didn't mean they couldn't try.

Nick stood up in search of a draught of water and the four women converged upon him, a little tired but more than just a little needy.