Lady Sylvanas licked the last bit of cum off of her fingers as she and her Dark Ranger companion walked away from the Zeppelin which had ferried them from Orgrimmar and back to Tirisfal. The Goblins maintaining the ship waved goodbye to them and busied themselves with getting their pants back on. It was dark and humid. The ground was wet from a recent downpour and the ashen clouds above were as ominous as they always were. Chilling wind billowed down from the mountains to greet the two ladies, ruffling their hair and the feathers upon their shoulderpads. No other race outside of the undead would ever wish to call this place their home.
"As beautiful as ever," Sylvanas murmured. Her eyes shone like a beacon in the darkness that enshrouded Tirisfal Glades. They seemed to be searching for something, though the Dark Lady showed no signs of trepidation. Clea caught on to her Queen's subtle movements and carried on with wary footsteps. Sylvanas was in high spirits. Her body felt refreshed and rejuvenated. She felt alive in a most ironic way and she was eager to show it. The two Dark Rangers melted into the shadows, and from a distance the maniacal laughter of a certain headless horseman could be heard.
"Shit, this place is creepy. It's like the sun is afraid to shine some light on this place."
"Shut up, Pestle. Are you trying to alert every walking corpse in Tirisfal?"
They were close, very close. They weren't very quiet either. A group of 40 Alliance wandered through the woods. The party contained men of all sizes and races, and they were following a dwarf who's eyes constantly glanced up from the map in his hands to the foreboding road ahead. Sylvanas smiled, tongue tracing over her teeth and vampire-esque canines. Another burst of laughter from off in the distance signaled Sylvanas' mischievous incantation. She whispered a string of sentences in both Thalassian and Demonic, Clea eyeing her curiously. Clea's attention soon shifted to the raid party stalking through Tirisfal. A number of shrieks and gasps had arisen amongst the group. She quickly made out the haunting vision of a number of ghosts floating through the woods all around them. Apparently the Banshee Queen had intended to scare them with her spell, rather than harm them.
The ghosts of Lordaeron citizens meandered about aimlessly, ignoring the Alliance party atop their graves. They whispered to themselves, but their language was both indecipherable and chilling. The group was shaking in their plated, cloth, and leather boots. The paladin's within the party struggled in vain to drive the spirits away, but the spirits continued to ignore them. Sylvanas soon appeared from the shadows behind the group, body transitioning out of the shadows with Clea swiftly following suit, swords at the ready. The Dark Lady's bluish-purple lips parted and her mouth opened wide as a horrific screech ripped throughout the forest and glades of Tirisfal, silencing the vexatious Horseman in the distance and piercing the ears of the warriors in front of her. Her banshee scream caused the Alliance raid group to drop their weapons and cover their ears, some passing out and others screaming in vain, their voices drowned out in a similar fashion as the Horseman.
Her shriek was silenced with the closing of her luscious lips, however they were soon opened again as she muttered yet another incantation. Skeletons sprouted out of the ground like plants around the Alliance, spraying dirt all over their armor. The skeletons did not attack them, but instead confiscated their weapons and whatever they could grab off of their armor. After they took everything they could the thieving skeletons took off for the Undercity, leaving the warriors looking like third rate guards.
"I didn't yell that loud. Stand up so we can have some fun." Sylvanas began counting the group with one of her fingers. "Thirteen humans. Three Gnomes. Three Dwarves. Six Draenei. Nine Night Elves. Six Worgen. This is going to be fun."
"Is this a good idea, my Lady?" Clea looked at the group of distraught Alliance, one hand wrapped tightly around a sword and the other wrapped around a breast loose from it's confinement within her tight tunic. Sylvanas ignored her.
"I've had nothing but Goblins and their exploding mechanical sex toys to entertain me for the past few days. I know all of you strapping young and some not-so-young men have struggled hard to collect all that gear and travel to Tirisfal, and I know you probably think I want to kill you. Luckily enough for you I have no desire to kill you. I want to fuck you, however if you do not wish to go along with my idea I can always fall back to plan B and drag you off to the Undercity for testing in the Apothecarium. What do you say?"
The men looked at each other, unsure of whether to test the undead High Elf. Their lack of confidence soon paid off, and they nodded to their beautiful captor. They stood on shaking legs as the group of skeletons from earlier came running back from their trip to the Undercity and surrounded them. Sylvanas and Clea grinned, their armor and weapons soon stripped off and given to their skeletal servants. "Raid me, boys."
The two undead High Elves took their positions against two trees, bent over with legs spread and hands dug into moist bark. They looked back at their captives, eager and waiting. "Well come on. We won't bite."
Two humans seperated themselves from the crowd and took a place behind Sylvanas and Clea. The two men looked eager and scared at the same time, no doubt wondering whether or not they would be killed after their little romp. Despite their fear, it wasn't long before they were balls deep in the Dark Rangers and thrusting in and out wildly. It was obvious that they had been traveling for a while and had not had any sort of relief. They hammered away at the ladies like their lives depended on it - and it very well may have. Their thick hands gripped at Clea's milky white ass and Sylvanas' own blueberry colored ass, occasionally rising up and slamming back down, leaving searing red marks on their round cheeks. The two women were enjoying themselves, humming and purring like content kittens as the humans' cocks penetrated them over and over. Their happiness was soon cut short, however. Sylvanas' partner was the first to cum, his nails digging into the cheeks of the Banshee Queen's rear as he deposited his seed inside of her. Clea's partner followed suit and unleashed his load as well, drenching the ranger's insides with white goo. The two men stumbled back when they were finished, feeling oddly lightheaded. "Who's next?" Sylvanas stretched, arching her back and giving the Alliance a good eyeful. The raid group seemed a lot more at ease now after having witnessed their two friends fuck the Dark Lady and her companion without any negative repercussions. A number of other men approached the women now, erect and very horny.
Clea was quickly grabbed and lifted away from the tree before finding herself slammed down upon the cock of a hairy Dwarf. The elf cried out, a shiver running up her spine. His cock was thick and it stretched the ring of her pussy out wide against his shaft as he proceeded to bounce her up and down upon it. Clea was taken by surprise again when she felt the head of a cock pressing against her tight asshole. It was a Gnome, and he soon impaled her ass completely on his shaft. The two men wasted no time pounding away at the girl, and her open mouth attracted the attention of a tall Night Elf. The purple man grabbed her face, prying her mouth open and then ramming the entirety of his length down into her mouth and down her throat. With Clea riding the Dwarf cowgirl, the other two men quickly fell into a synthesized rhythm, which, judging by the frequency of her moans, was very effective.
The Banshee Queen was receiving plenty of attention as well. The boisterous woman was riding atop a slender Night Elf reverse cowgirl style, his long purple cock penetrating deep inside the bowels of her ass. Her slender blue legs were wrapped around an equally blue Draenei who was busy ravaging her pussy and standing next to her was a Dwarf having his cock shined by her hungry mouth. She groaned every time the Draenei's shaft came crashing down into her, his balls slapping against her and his fat cock stretching her wide around his massive girth. Sylvanas was enjoying herself, and she yelped when the Night Elf's hands wrapped around her jiggling breasts. He groped them and squeezed her nipples, causing her to arch her back and cry out through the dick in her mouth. She sucked at it greedily, her saliva forming a slimey coat around the Dwarf's manhood. Spittle and precum dripped from her lips and coated her pretty face as she violently sucked and bobbed. The Dwarf's hand rested on her head and guided her along his shaft, her blue cheeks hollowed as her lips formed an 'O' shape while she threatened to suck the life out of him through his cock. At the rate she was sucking it wasn't long before he exploded in her mouth. Sylvanas swallowed all of the Dwarf's tasty semen and pushed him away with one hand when she was sure she had sucked every last drop out of him.
The Dark Lady let out a groan as soon as the Dwarf's member popped out of her mouth. The Night Elf and Draenei pounding her holes didn't let up for a second, and her oversized breasts bounced obscenely without hands to hold them in place. Sylvanas leaned her head back, dark blue hair covering the Night Elf's face and a smile spreading across her visage. A human's semi-flaccid shaft bumped across her forehead and face, causing her to open her mouth wide and make a loud "Ahhh!" sound. The human took hold of her head and guided his hardening shaft past her bluish-purple lips and down her welcoming throat. Her mouth was warm around his cock and he soon began to thrust into her as well, using her mouth like he would use her ass or pussy. The men using her other two holes came shortly after the Dwarf did, the purple Elf below her shooting his load up into her ass and the Draenei ontop of her nutting himself deep within her soaked cunt. The large blue man got up and stumbled away while the Night Elf laid there unmoving, cock still buried within it's sheathe.
Sylvanas climbed up off of the Elf and sank down on her knees in front of the Human who had been face fucking her. She dived back down onto his cock, sucking and licking, her tongue sliding against his throbbing shaft. The man's hands grab ahold of her pointy ears, using them to help guide her along his shaft. Her pursued lips gripped his cock tightly as they moved from tip to base, his eyes fixated on her like he was in a trance. Sylvanas' hands rested on her thighs, gripping her flesh tightly as she leaned forward. Her nose ground against the man's groin but she kept pushing, waiting for her reward as her tongue continued to snake it's way around his shaft. Her efforts soon paid off as cum surged out of his cock and into her mouth. She swallowed every last drop and continued to suck on the Human's organ for a good minute before standing up and looking at Clea.
