A Promise Kept 4

A request in which Tyrande cheats on her husband with a worgen.

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Warren accompanied an elven Sentinel into an old Kaldorei temple, his clawed feet stomping along the stone floor. It was dark, damp, and surprisingly packed full of people. Mostly priestesses, but also a number of civilians and members of the military. The Sentinel tapped his elbow, pointing down a hallway and leading him into a less crowded and more personal area of the temple. He was beginning to grow more and more excited with each step he took, and the Sentinel's leather clad behind undulating as she walked wasn't doing anything to curb his enthusiasm.

A few days ago he'd responded to an official request to take up arms against an enclave of satyrs within Felwood. It was a dangerous mission and farther than he would otherwise prefer to travel, but the reward offered was what caught his eye: fifteen pounds of gold or a sizeable chunk of land for everyone involved. Or, if none of that was of interest, the promise of anything within reason. The kicker was that this was all signed and stamped by Tyrande Whisperwind herself. He didn't need that much money and he didn't want land. He wanted what any virile young worgen male would want, and he was about to meet her.

"Wait here," the Sentinel ordered.

He nodded and watched her ass wobble through her trousers as she disappeared into an adjacent room. When she came back out less than two minutes later she waved him inside. He followed, and when he entered the room he became face to face with Tyrande, Matriarch of the Kaldorei. She was tall, draped in a simple white dress that exposed a generous portion of her cleavage and showed off the toned definition of her arms. Her purple skin seemed smooth and clear like a painting, and her hair was long and green, with pretty curls and decorative leaves festooned throughout.

He'd seen depictions of Tyrande before, but this was his first time actually seeing her in person and he was finding it exceptionally hard not to stare. There were too many curves to direct his eyes away from, and the tight-fitting gown she was wearing wasn't doing him any favors.

"Thank you, Kera," Tyrande said. "You may go."

The Sentinel bowed her head and then left, closing the door behind her and leaving Warren alone with the matriarch. Her attention turned to him, and her face, while friendly, appeared equally stern.

"You're the one who cleansed Jadefire Run of the satyrs spreading their foul influence?"

"Yes ma'am."

Tyrande looked him up and down, assessing his worth. "For a single man that's very impressive. Those satyrs have been causing trouble up there for years, and while I don't doubt that they'll return, it's good to cut them down to size when they get out of hand."

"I'll gladly do it again, just send for me."

"I'll keep you in mind," she said. "Now, as for your reward I've been told you don't want monetary compensation?"

"That's right."

"What would you have then?"

There was only one way to find out if she would agree to what he wanted. Honestly he had his doubts, but at the very least the worst she could do was decline. Then again, maybe she would smite him with a beam from Elune for being overly lascivious.

"This might be unconventional," he said, "but... you. I'd like you."

"Excuse me?"

"I'd like to bed you."

Tyrande frowned, her eyes narrowing and her forehead creasing in restrained anger. "As much as I appreciate what you've done, I am a married woman, and

not

part of any prize."

"I understand all that, but you did promise anything within reason."

"And you think this is within reason?"

"Sure, I think it's completely reasonable. I'm not asking for a position of power or all the gold in your coffers. All I want is one night with you."

She shook her head and folded her arms. "You can't seriously expect me to oblige this ridiculous request. Surely there must be something else?"

"I'm afraid not. I did what I did for you, and I figured you were a woman of your word."

Tyrande turned her back to him, and he took the opportunity to study her shoulder blades. With any luck he'd be looking at them with her bent over while he took her from behind later.

After a long, thoughtful pause, she spoke up again, "Fifteen pounds of gold isn't enough for you?"

"Sorry, but no."

"The gold and the land?"

"Uh-uh."

Tyrande sighed. "Fine. You're a bastard, but you're right: I am a woman of my word, and I will not break a promise. Follow me."

The High Priestess of Elune led him even deeper into the temple, moving quickly and appearing like a ghost in her sheer white gown. It was dark and vacant this far into the building, with little for illumination besides turquoise lights shining from within decorative spheres ensconced along the hallways. When they reached her quarters the door was too small for him, and he had to duck his head to fit inside. Her room was a step below large, and rather cozy with its dim yellow lights and plush fabrics along the walls and floor. There was a bed tucked into the corner, large enough for two and covered in fine sheets of cloth. Truly, he had little interest in anything but the bed, and when he sat down upon it she frowned.

Tyrande approached a nightstand and opened the drawer. "Here," she said, tossing him a condom, "put that on and let's get this over with."

"A condom? You have to be kidding, I don't want to wear this thing," he said.

"That's too bad, I'm not going to risk getting pregnant by you. Wear it or pick something else as a reward. This is my one and only condition."

"Fine, fine."

As he began to strip out of his clothes and apply the condom to his oversized prick, Tyrande averted her eyes. Why she bothered he had no idea, but he couldn't help but snort a laugh.

"What's taking you so long?" she asked.

"There's a problem with this condition of yours," he said. "It won't fit."

"What?" Tyrande turned back to face him and her eyes widened.

Warren sat at the edge of the bed, his semi-hard cock hanging off the side. In his worgen form as he was, his member was long and fat, with a cockhead shaped like an apple.

"It's too small."

"Too small?" she asked, a note of disbelief in her voice, her glowing eyes glued to his manhood.

"The condom."

"Oh... yes. Yes, I see."

Tyrande blinked away her surprise and mustered a triumphant smile. "I suppose you'll have to pick some other reward, then."

"You don't need a condom to suck it. No risk of pregnancy that way."

"You want me to..."

"Uh-huh." He pointed to the space between his legs, widening them so that there was more room for her upon the floor.

"...All right, and then we're done here."

Tyrande sank to her knees before him, and for awhile she just stared at his manhood, tall and thick like a slab of meat. The condom was still wrapped tightly around it, extending not even halfway down his ridiculous length. Timidly, she reached out and took his shaft in her hands. Rather than removing the condom, she tested its limits, struggling to make it fit beyond its means. Her efforts went to waste, for it tore almost immediately.

Warren laughed. "See? Go on then, stop stalling and give it a kiss."

Tossing the condom aside, she mustered her courage and took hold of his cock near the base, wrapping both of her slender hands around it. The weight of his tool was immense, and it gave off a heat that warmed her all over. It was like holding a monster with a urethra for an eye, and as she leaned in to plant a kiss upon it the virile beast only seemed to grow even larger still.

Tyrande shivered as her lips pressed against his cockhead, out of revulsion or excitement it was hard to say, but she ignored her feelings and kept going, wishing to bring an end to this as soon as possible. She kissed it again, but this time she parted her lips and truly tasted him, drawing his prick into her mouth and allowing her taste buds to savor their very first taste of worgen cock. It wasn't a bad flavor at all, but she shoved any non-negative thoughts aside and pushed farther, taking an inch more before pulling back and repeating the process all over again.

It was in this manner that the High Priestess sucked him off, traveling farther and farther down his cock with every bob of her pretty head, increasing the draws of her mouth and testing just how far she could go. Her hair was in the way, so he tucked a strand of it behind one of her long pointy ears.

"Why do you have tiny condoms like that anyway?" he asked. "And in a temple no less."

Tyrande's bobbing head came to a gradual, almost reluctant stop. "For my husband," she said a bit indignantly.

"That small?"

Ignoring his provocation, she went back to devouring his cock, sucking him off with less hesitation than one might expect given her marital ties, slurping upon his sensitive tip and swallowing hard. She knew what she was doing and had clearly sucked a lot of dick in her exceptionally long life, the only trouble was his size. That, she had absolutely no inexperience with.

Tyrande simply wasn't accustomed to his fat girth or his abundant length, and after a certain point she began to gag and sputter, drenching his cock with saliva, completely unable to take more than the pathetic fraction of his length the condom had covered. To her credit, she kept trying, but Warren wasn't going to be satisfied until he was balls-deep down the matriarch's throat.

He put his hand on the back of her head and applied some pressure. "Relax and open wide," he ordered.

Tyrande's eyes widened but she did as she was told, accepting as much dick as he could feed into her hot mouth. He wasn't particularly rough, but nor was he gentle. Fisting her hair, he eased her head down in his lap, watching her bright eyes bulge and her lips stretch to accommodate his girth. Halfway down his manhood and she began to gag and sputter, further soaking his cock in rivulets of sticky saliva that dirtied her chin and streamed all the way down his shaft. He held her for a second more, claws mussing her hair, before letting go and allowing her to free herself from his cock. Gasping and coughing, she shot him an angry scowl when she had finally collected herself.

"This is obscene!" she said.

"I know. Keep sucking."

His hand returned to her head and pushed her towards his groin again. She hesitated when his cockhead prodded at her soft lips, but then her mouth opened and she was being directed along the colossal length of his manhood once again, force-fed more dick than she'd ever had down her throat before. They repeated this process over and over, him feeding her his meat and her slowly growing accustomed to it, until Tyrande finally reached her limit at around three-quarters of the way down his cock. Even if she hadn't taken the entire thing, it was a very respectable level to reach considering his immense size. There weren't a whole lot of women who could deepthroat that much worgen dick, so he could already tell that the matriarch was special, even if she didn't like it.

Or at least, she shouldn't like it. But she had to admit, despite its monstrous appearance, his prick didn't taste that bad. In fact it had a slightly tangy taste that jolted her taste buds and was quite pleasant overall. Its size was another matter. The worgen's manhood was ridiculous, more than double the size of Malfurion's if she had to guess, and as her face was fucked full of it her throat bulged around the shape of his cock, distending it in a way that would likely hurt in the morning. Doing her best to relax and loosen up, she listened to the

shlicking

and

gurking

of her throat being fucked, both of the worgen's large hands gripping her head and holding her firmly in place while he bucked his hips into her. Just one of his hands could easily fit her entire head in his palm, but with both she felt utterly tiny and completely at his mercy, her throat and mouth and face a tool for his pleasure.

Tyrande just wasn't used to this, wasn't used to not being the one in control, or gagging on a dick so big it seemed endless. And for some vexing reason her clit had begun to throb with the beginning of something akin to yearning. To desire. She could feel her pussy growing wet, hungering to be filled, and even as she continued to sputter and drool all over the fat cock stuffing her face she couldn't help but feel an odd mixture of both anger and lust. Why? Because it had been so long since she'd last been with Malfurion. Because she was stressed by her military and political duties.

Other less proper reasons came to mind, but she dismissed them. The size incredible difference between Warren and her husband couldn't have been it, such a thing meant nothing. Tyrande wrinkled her nose at the thought, as well as over having her face pressed up so close to the worgen's crotch that his hair tickled her, his balls nearly touching the mess of spittle that was her chin. The worgen was trying his hardest to fit every inch of his cock down her gullet, but her mouth just wouldn't cooperate.

Were the feelings in her loins because she enjoyed being manhandled? No, she'd always enjoyed being the dominant one, that couldn't be it either. She was stressed and starved for physical intimacy, that was all. That was why her pussy fluttered and her clit was screaming at her to ride this fat dick until she came apart with an orgasm or maybe even two.

A growl broke her train of thought, and the next thing she knew she was being drowned. Drowned in a creamy torrent of sperm being pumped into her mouth and down her throat. Claws at her scalp, the hands on her head pulled her back off of him, his slimy cum covered cock slipping free of her lips until only the tip remained, still gushing with thick ropes of semen that were impossible to swallow. There was too much of the stuff. She gulped down as much of the worgen's jizz as she could but the rest filled her cheeks and dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin, dropping down onto her big tits and leaving her purple skin sullied with pearly white globs of cum that were so viscous they didn't trickle or trail downwards. Instead, the drops of cum splattered and clung to where they had landed, painting her bust in a nice shiny white sheen.

Tyrande's lips were sealed tight around the worgen's cockhead, and she was too busy devouring the meal he was pumping into her mouth to be mindful of the sticky rain her breasts were receiving. There was so much of it that for a time it seemed genuinely unending, but eventually his dick stopped pulsing and his balls stopped churning. His prick slid from her lips and she glared up at him as she swallowed whatever was left of the cream in her mouth, using her tongue to clean her lips and teeth and feeling like she'd just had a three-course meal with how much cum was in her stomach. The next thing she knew she had a face full of cock, except this time it wasn't in her mouth.

Warren planted his cock on her face like a stamp, draping it across her fine features and covering her nose and half of each eye. It was insulting, but something about it made the troublesome throb between her legs grow and pulse louder. Her lips parted slightly, involuntarily, and for a brief instant there was one traitorous desire that urged her to take action, to flatten her tongue against his enormous girth and use it to clean the underside of his shaft.

She ignored this urge, banished it from her mind, and her forehead crinkled in anger beneath the worgen meat resting upon it. How could such a notion even cross her mind? Now if it was Malfurion's cock nuzzled against her face... it certainly wouldn't cover it like Warren's was. Not even close. This man had a cock like a horse.

Warren grabbed his tool by the base and slapped it against her a few times, smearing her features with saliva and pre-cum. She almost moaned. By Elune she almost moaned. Anger stirred within her, but this only seemed to fuel her desire.

"Come on," he said, lifting her and maneuvering her onto the bed. He tried to bend her over so he could mount her, but Tyrande shook her head defiantly.

"Lie down. If we're going to do this it's going to be my way, not yours," she said. With a huge load like that floating in her stomach there was no chance he'd have any cum leftover. She could ride him and fulfill her promise without having to worry about the lack of a condom. Then again, even if the condom had fit she doubted it would have been able to contain the massive payload he'd drained down her throat.

Warren looked at her and then shrugged. "If that's what you want," he said, giving her a playful slap on the ass and then lying down.

Tyrande straddled him, her butt on his thighs and his cock between her legs. Grabbing it, she lifted his monster sized manhood so that it was standing straight up and pressing against her stomach, smearing saliva and pre-cum against the firmness of her abs and purple skin. The difference in size was obvious. He extended well past her navel, with the tip of his cock nearly poking against the underside of her ample breasts as she bent her head to look.

Swallowing and preparing herself for the worst, she raised herself and bent forward so that she could guide his member into her dripping cunt. Absentmindedly, she noted the difference in the angle she had to take in comparison to her husband. The worgen's cock was so great in length she had to rise up higher, bend forward more, and when the fat tip finally slipped inside of that tight ring of sensitive nerve endings she hissed in air. It split her open, and a secret part of her felt a forbidden stirring of excitement at the delightful damage this cock could do to her pussy.

Tyrande's head fell forward, her long luscious hair momentarily hiding her face. Just the tip stretched her more than she'd ever been stretched before, but her pussy took him easier than she would have thought possible. It spread her to what must have been her limit, dragging against her walls and touching so deep it took everything she had not to moan. She used his broad furry shoulders to steady herself, wiggling her hips as she slowly lowered herself down upon his tool, taking more and more dick, reaching depths never before traversed until Warren's fat cock finally kissed her cervix. It was the perfect fit, completely sheathed inside of her. Her round ass rested against the worgen's hairy thighs and her pussy gripped at his massive cock, snug and tight and utterly stuffed to the brim. For a while she just sat there, plugged full of this strange adventurer's cock, catching her breath and gathering her wits, but after a minute or so she rose up, biting her lip as his length slowly withdrew from her needy pussy.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked, looking up at her with his hands behind his head.

Stubborn, she ignored him and slowly lowered herself back down upon his manhood, taking him deep inside at a snail's pace and cooing all along the way, her voice shaking with barely contained ecstasy. It was wrong but it felt right. Inch after inch after inch, she took his manhood back into her without proper regard for the affair she was having, her cunt frustratingly wet as it yielded and accepted a cock other than her husband's. The sensations running through her were new and exciting, and though her heart said no her pussy said yes, encouraging her to continue, quicker, faster. She bottomed out, taking him to the hilt, and then almost immediately she rose up again.

Tyrande's rising and falling soon became bouncing that bordered on enthusiastic, her big ass thumping against Warren's thighs with each downward collision into his fat cock, stuffing her eager pussy to a degree that felt impossibly full and excruciatingly pleasurable. Whether it was years of experience or a natural affinity for taking large dicks, the matriarch entered a smooth rhythm in which she rode the worgen like one of her nightsabers, leaning forward and holding onto the fur of his body, her full breasts swaying in his face, her long elf ears wiggling, and her hips rolling to the beat of Warren's cock owning her pussy.