Alextrasza The Cum Dumpster

Alextrasza, known to most as the Life-Binder, finds herself faced by the truth of who she is when an extremely hung wrathion pumps her full of cum and puts her in her place.

Contains: Alextrasza, Wrathion, Excessive Semen, Throatfucking, Huge Tits, Huge Cock (24+ inches), Hotdogging, Doggystyle, Public Sex, Cum Bloating, Fucked Silly, Endless Orgasms

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"... after which, the Dragon Isles will be ours again."

Wrathion could barely listen to a word that came out of Alextrasza's plump, dicksucking lips. As the Aspect of Life, he deemed it was only natural for the Dragon Queen to have the most sinful body imaginable. She spoke of political matters, of the future of dragonkind, of a thousand things that the young black dragon could not give two shits about.

He could feel a stirring in his loins as he watched the ultra-buxom Red move about the table. The red-and-gold bikini armour she'd opted for could barely contain her obscene curves. Her overgrown knockers, barely held back by bra cups which failed to even conceal her dinner-plate areolae, wobbled about with each step taken, bouncing about luridly every time one of her heels would click against the stone upon which she strode. Each orb was covered in a few freckles, the inviting specks calling one's gaze to the woman's regal opulence.

Her gargantuan ass, barely hidden by a wholly inadequate strip of cloth, wobbled in the same obscene manner, those gigantic cheeks supported by thighs that were just as pornographic in appearance. That broad behind, impressive in its own right, would only be enhanced by the whorish high heels Alextrasza had opted to wear, paired with thigh-high armour that only served to accentuate the mountainous cheeks.

It seemed that her whole form had been crafted as jerkbait for any being with a pulse, the sheer sluttiness on display enough to turn anyone into a drooling idiot, Wrathion included. The typically sharp-witted Black Prince now barely even able to listen to a word Alextrasza was saying.

"... the heroes we have called to our aid..."

He couldn't help but picture that monumental backside bouncing on his lap, and how it would look as it wobbled from each impact. In his mind, he pictured those thick thighs jiggling lewdly as she rode him, jerking him off with her titanic rump. His dick hardened in his trousers, almost painful in its tumescence, begging for release, so he could slamfuck the Red Queen like the ultra-curvy cock-pleaser she was.

As his lewd thoughts reached their apex, Alextrasza offered Wrathion a glance, eyeing him for a moment before she resumed her speech. She was judging him.

He tried to dispel the invasive thoughts, shaking his head. But as soon as his gaze returned to the Dragon Queen, tits bouncing alluringly as she gesticulated, he could feel his composure slipping.

Wrathion's thoughts yet again wandered to images of Alextrasza, this time on her knees, slobbering all over his cock, plush lips worshipping his shaft. He could feel his grip tighten on the table, knuckles white as he strained against his own desires, much as his cock was beginning to strain against his trousers, his red gaze roaming the woman's plush, overly curvaceous form.

"... and once the Djaradin are taken care of..."

Fuck, he didn't care what she was saying. He didn't give a single fuck. He pictured himself shutting her up by shoving his prick down her throat, his fingers taking hold of her scarlet mane, thrusting himself again and again into her wet, warm mouth. Wrathion grinned slightly as he imagined the indignant expression on her face as he stuffed her throat.

"Might we know what it is that you find so amusing about our current situation, Wrathion?" Alextrasza's voice tore him from his reverie.

He looked up at her, palms pressed to the table, and her gargantuan fuckpillows barely concealed behind the tightness of her bikini-top-armour, the golden filigree that adorned it digging into that soft, pale flesh. The sheer mass of those mountainous udders was almost unreal to the young dragon, and he thought to simply dive into them right then and there before he thought better of it.

Shaking his head, the Black Prince spoke. "No, Alextrasza. I just find myself thinking of things more pleasant than this. We have been here for hours, sitting atop Valdrakken's central spire, and I believe our friends," he said, gesturing to the other Aspects present, "would

much

rather tend to their various duties than spend another minute here."

Kalecgos glanced at Alextrasza for a moment before he nodded. "I... yes. I have a meeting with Sindragosa," he said, a blush creeping up his face. "We are making headway against the Primalists in the Azure Span, and I would rather watch over the situation there."

Ebyssian, Merithra, and Nozdormu all nodded in response.

"Very well, I understand," Alextrasza said, straightening. "You may leave."

Wrathion wondered how she could even stand straight, given the obscene size of her endowments. His smirk only widened at the thought, watching the other dragons leave. He slowly stood.

"Wrathion. You are to stay," she said before the young dragon could turn and depart. Her tone made clear that she would brook no argument from the whelp.

Behind him, the other dragons took flight.

He offered her a glance, frowning. He had hoped that he could turn and shift into his draconic form before the bulge in his pants would be made obvious. But now, as he stood before the Dragon Queen, he felt as naked as the day he was born.

Her eyes stared into his, those golden irises boring holes into him, her expression severe. He furrowed his brow slightly, straightening to try and rid himself of the discomfort brought on by that stare.

"Why do you come here, if only to make it clear you wish to be elsewhere, Wrathion? It is only by Ebyssian's grace that I even allow you to attend these meetings. Were it not for him and Ebyssian, you would still be sulking about, concocting schemes that nearly doom our world," she pointedly remarked, reminding him of how his actions had allowed first the Iron Horde to step foot onto Azeroth, which, in turn, had allowed the Legion to invade again.

The young dragon took the harsh words, gritting his teeth. Embers of irritation began smoldering within him, but he remained silent, staring at the buxom, crimson-haired queen.

Given his lack of an immediate response, she continued, quickly looking him over, eyes roaming across his form for a moment.

"Your actions were reprehensible, Wrathion. You know this as well as I. And what have you done to make amends for your mistakes? All you have done is shown us contempt, time and again. You do not pay attention to these meetings, for you believe that you alone know how best to protect Azeroth. You alone know the true path forward. We are all fools to you, blithering idiots, are we not?"

He could not deny her words. He knew she was correct in her assessment of him. And yet, he felt anger at those words, a desire to prove her wrong.

He finally replied, "How do you expect me -- or anyone, for that matter -- to take you seriously, Alextrasza?"

He took a step forward, unveiling to Alextrasza the turgid length snaking down his leg, partially obscured by his long black coat. "How? When you take on a form such as this? You look more like a cow than a dragon," he said, gesturing towards her obscene assets. She blushed slightly in response, as though she hadn't known that she looked like a braindead, bimbo fuckdoll.

She didn't respond as he continued swaggering towards her with the nonchalant demeanor he was known for, allowing his fingers to brush against the enormous stone table around which they'd been sitting. "I wonder, Alextrasza, how many times you've been bent over this very table?" he said, voice low.

He could see her features twist as a flash of anger came over her. And yet, she remained silent, much as he had when confronted by her.

"The Idiot Queen," he continued. "The same who made us believe that restoring the Oathstones would restore the flights' powers. What came of

that

idea?"

Wrathion smirked, eyeing Alextrasza for a moment, his gaze lingering upon the twin orbs that overflowed from that too-tight bikini top. "Then again, I can't really blame you. They

are

quite phallic, and you were never quite able to resist that sort of thing, were you? As soon as you set your eyes upon those big, hard monoliths, you just couldn't think of anything else. You just

had

to do something about them, hm?"

Clenching her fists, Alextrasza looked down at Wrathion as he stood only a few feet from her now. "Why you... I should incinerate you where you stand..." she growled, her pupils briefly becoming more draconic in appearance as her fury flared.

While her words would have certainly cowed any mortal, they only served to encourage Wrathion. "I tire of your lectures, Alextrasza," he spat. "I think it's time you began showing me the respect I am due."

With his words spoken, the Black Prince began unbuckling his belt, and Alextrasza's eyes immediately seemed to spot the titanic bulge he'd been sporting. A low whine left the regal dragon's lips, her resolve weakening suddenly at the sight of something so impressive reaching down to the male's knee. Slowly, her lips parted as she stared down at the fat tube. Still hidden, it was shockingly large, even for a dragon.

As the girdle came free, so too did his cock, and Alextrasza's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the sight. Any semblance of the proud, regal woman she'd been only a few minutes ago had vanished, and now stood in her stead a slack-jawed, drooling slut.

The giant, throbbing slab of dark meat bounced forward before it slapped onto the table loudly, wetly. A fat dollop of precum began oozing from its tip immediately, forming a small puddle near the end of that vascular spear.

"Now, what was that about incinerating me where I stand?" Wrathion asked, voice dripping with cockiness.

Alextrasza stared, breathless, at the long, throbbing piece of meat on display, the sight of that gigantic fuckhammer frying her brain. "I... uh..." she whimpered, taking a single step forward, reaching out with her gloved hands to touch the thing. "I..."

Shaking his head, Wrathion slowly hefted the massive thing from the table. Easily longer and thicker than Alextrasza's arm, it throbbed and pulsated eagerly.

The Black Prince strode towards the Dragon Queen, her eyes glued to that monumental meatpipe. Though fully hard, she noted, it could not fully stand, gravity pulling it down at a constant forty-five-degree angle. While she knew that dragons had some measure of control over their humanoid appearances, she'd never known anyone to have such fine control that they could affect the size of their genitals.

Even

she

had never managed such a feat, and while people thought she'd been the one to choose the obscenely curvaceous elven visage she was known for, the truth of the matter was that it was simply a reflection of who she truly was. The more she had reflected upon that fact, the more she realized how true it was. As the Aspect of Life, she was nothing more than a sex-addicted cumdump, a fat-assed, dickstarved cow.

Now faced with Deathwing's son, she could only reminisce about her time spent at his side, of how he had convinced her to do help with the creation of the Dragon Soul, of how he had fucked her senseless for days on end.

Oh, Neltharion... I've never found such satisfaction with any other,

she briefly lamented.

Wrathion came closer still, that gigantic dick bouncing with every step taken. She could barely breathe at the sight of it. In mere moments, Wrathion had closed the distance between them. Due to her outrageous fuck-me heels, Alextrasza stood a few inches taller than Wrathion, but it was he who seemed to be towering over her, as the woman had been reduced to a mumbling, cock-awed sow.

Standing before her, his titanic prick pressed against her stomach, she could feel its head poking at the undersides of her enormous, freckled tits. The thing was unnaturally warm, she noted, like the depths of the earth itself.

A smirk slowly appeared on Wrathion's face. "Speechless, I see. A rare occurrence," he said, leaning in to whisper into her ear. "Seems like that brain of yours is utterly out of commission, scrambled by this thing?" he added, grabbing his massive prick by the base and slapping it a few times onto her stomach, showcasing just how far it would reach into her. "Given how you've been rendered speechless by the sight of it, perhaps you'd like for me to rearrange your insides, as well, Ô Great Life-Binder?"

He snorted derisively as she seemed so struggle with her thoughts.

"Y-yes..." she finally managed after a long moment, seemingly stumbling over that single, simple word.

With the woman's assent given, Wrathion could now claim the woman as his own. He moved behind her slowly, like a cat stalking its prey. He let out a long, appreciative whistle when his gaze fell upon the plush mountains of her ass. With finger and thumb, he plucked from between those great, round orbs the red-and-gold cloth that would have offered her a modicum of modesty. Instead, however, it only served to emphasize those obscene cheeks with how it seemed perpetually stuck between them.

"It matters little that I am not Earth-Warder," he said, allowing his fingers to sink into the soft flesh of her backside as he slowly brought his hips against her. "I shall make you my Queen, and you will bear my offspring. We might even have to... reevaluate Ebyssian's position at the head of our Flight."

Slowly, Alextrasza nodded, eyes half-lidded with desire. A soft, low moan left her plush, dicksucking lips when she felt the male grinding himself against her. The speed with which her defiance had melted away when presented with Wrathion's cock remained a surprise to her. She'd always been the sluttiest of the Aspects, perhaps even of all Dragonkind, but the way she'd been turned into a brainless bimbo at the mere size of this overdeveloped whelp was so shameful, so

fucking hot.

She could feel his hands massaging her gigantic ass as he sawed his fat prick between her enormous cheeks, squeezing her ass and spreading those pale globes apart. With a lewd

PLAP!

her ass-meat came crashing back down around Wrathion's megacock. That sea of ridiculously soft, abundant flesh rippled with the impact as it managed to cover the entirety of that absurd prick.

"Fuck, you're built for this," Wrathion breathed as he jerked himself off with her monumental ass, his precum spurting out in such quantities that his cock could slide back and forth with minimal effort. "But you know... while you were speaking earlier, I felt as though I really wanted to shut you up."

Pulling his prick from the warm embrace of the Dragon Queen's ass cheeks, Wrathion spun her about.

She stared at him for a moment, any semblance of the intelligent, powerful woman that had been now gone. Alextrasza awaited his commands and so, when Wrathion pointed down with his index finger, she immediately dropped to her knees before him, as though under some spellcraft. As she did so, her titanic knockers quite nearly spilled out of her corset, the abundant flesh visibly yearning for release.

The shadow of the Black Prince's obscene appendage loomed over her almost menacingly, mouth agape in awe at its sheer size. Trembling fingers reached for it, and she could feel the sizzling heat coming off it as she gently grasped it. She marvelled at the overgrown slab of dark meat, fingers barely able to even grasp half its immensity.

SLAP! SMACK!

Alextrasza was suddenly pulled from her reverie by the slapping of that very same prick on her face. It fell upon her countenance again and again, and she recoiled from it slightly.

"Come on, slut. Are you just going to stare or are you going to suck my cock?" Wrathion asked, impatiently pressing his cockhead to her cheeks, coating her face in precum.

"Y-yes," Alextrasza managed as Wrathion continued to slap her cheeks with his gigantic fuckpillar, forcing from the woman gasps and shudders of delight.

SMACK! SMACK!

With a face smeared with precum, she grasped the veiny thing with both hands, looking up at Wrathion for a moment. It felt hot and heavy against her palms, reminding her of a similarly enormous, overgrown prick she'd experienced, so, so long ago... It, too, had turned her into a quivering, mindless slut.

Parted lips slowly engulfed the head of the young male's colossal cock. Hardly had she taken an inch of it than Alextrasza was already beginning to feel overwhelmed. Moaning softly at the taste of it, at the sheer

heat

rolling off that glorious thing, the Dragon Queen's lips buzzed pleasantly around the male's girth.

A soft, appreciative grunt escaped the Black Prince when the first few inches of his enormous, arm-long dick disappeared into Alextrasza's ravenous maw.

The smell, the taste of it, was enough to slowly dissolve the remainder of Alextrasza's already-fucked brains. Inch by inch, she lowered her face onto it, slowly easing that throbbing leviathan into her whorish gullet. It only took a minute or so of slow, methodical dicksucking before the head of that fat fuckflute pressed against the back of Alextrasza's throat, and she gagged slightly.

GLRK!

"Ah, is the mighty Alextrasza not up to the task?" teased Wrathion, his hands slowly coming to rest upon the woman's huge, regal horns, idly thumbing one of the golden chains that decorated them.

Her response was a defiant frown, the woman gathering herself before she forced her head forward yet again, pushing that colossal tool deep into her throat. The bulge created by the male's giant dick could be seen, even from outside, as Alextrasza shoved inch after inch of it deep into her wet, flexing passage.

Wrathion's eyes went wide at the sensations as the slick, hot walls of that throat-pussy engulfed well over half his immense, veiny spear. The Life-Binder's throat was unlike anything he'd ever experienced as her throat squeezed and massaged every inch of him, like a thousand hands all focused on the task of getting him off.

"Fuck... You're built for this..." he groaned yet again, his grip on her horns tightening as pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. Miraculously, however, he held on.

Gluck! GLUCK! GLK!

The sounds of Alextrasza struggling to fit every inch of Wrathion into her throat echoed against the stone columns, against the dome that covered the meeting chamber. The fact that they were doing this atop the central spire of Valdrakken, where

anyone

could see them only served to enhance their excitement, and Alextrasza could feel her draconic panties soaking through at the mere thought of Merithra, Nozdormu or anyone else stumbling upon her getting throatfucked by Wrathion, whom she so loathed. Or, rather, had been known to loathe.

Now, her feelings for him were as clear as the bulge travelling down her throat as she facefucked herself with his enormous meat-log. Her eyes, slightly watery from the effort, looked up at him, and he smirked down at her in reply.

"Goodness, Alextrasza. Had I known you were such a... charming individual, I would have attempted this much sooner. I propose we make up for lost time. What say you?" he said, lips curling further.

Of course, he knew that no answer would come, for the woman had a cock the size of her arm jammed into her throat. Instead, all he got in response was the clamping down of her throat upon his shaft, massaging and squeezing his tumescent titan.