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Dark Ranger Clea grit her teeth together as yet another screech berated her eardrums. Quickly, and on silent feet, she peaked into the Dark Lady's personal chambers. The Worgen her Queen had taken as a pet a week before was perched on top of her bent form and rutting madly into her. From the view she was given she guessed that the wolf-like creature was working away at her asshole and judging by the very loud shrieks the Banshee Queen was enjoying it immensely. She had seen the Worgen a few times before and had noticed that he was quite large, even for a Worgen. Lady Sylvanas' body was hard to see over the mass of fur ontop of her and she was surprised that any Worgen female could take a cock as big as his. She assumed that if the Queen was still alive instead of undead and being humped by the furry creature that she would nearly break in half. She swallowed as a tingling sensation built-up in between her legs. The Dark Ranger wished that she was the one being humped into the ground by the feral Worgen, and indeed many of her fellow rangers had started to experiment with the Worgen prisoners. Clea's eyes were locked on the two figures engaged in their little romp even as she was thinking this, but her mind had wandered off and it wasn't until her Queen had stopped screaming that she snapped out of her reverie. She quickly ducked behind a corner and made her way to the hidden area where the Dark Rangers congregated in secret. Upon arrival she found three of her sisters engaged in an orgy with some of the prisoners. A Dwarf, captured in Alterac Valley, a large Draenei, a Murloc, and two Worgen were busy pounding the three undead beauties. She noticed that Anya was occupied with both of the Worgen prisoners. Ever since she was killed by Worgen infiltrators a week before she had been interested in taking one, or in this case two, out for a test drive. It seemed that they were the ones riding her, however. One was humping her in a similar fashion as she had seen the Dark Lady's pet hump her, and the other was practically humping her face.
Ever since Sylvanas had taken the Worgen Garwal as a pet and personal fuck-toy she no longer required the use of her other servants. Since then, the Dark Rangers have been using them, and quite frequently at that. The floor upon which the undead elf women were being pounded into was covered in a sheet of shiny cum with puddles of the thick spunk dotted all across it.
She was startled suddenly, as Sylvanas stepped up beside her. Quickly turning to her, she bowed and uttered a greeting. She watched her Queen tentatively, and smiled as she lifted one perfect blue finger and pointed it to the Draenei male drilling his large alien cock into Cyndia's bottom.
"You know I do not like Draenei men, Cyndie," she uttered, a green glow forming at the tip of her finger.
"Aww, come on, S-Ahh-Sylvanas! Have you tried one yet? Their-Ungh-cock has little tentacles on it! He's fucking both of my holes at once."
Sylvanas shook her head. She had been with a few Draenei prisoners, and she loved how each of the tentacles on their cocks would let out a torrent of cum by themselves. Despite this, she also hated them with a passion
"Draenei males are a pathetic excuse to the male gender. Pacifists and submissive, all of them." The green energy gathering at her finger shot forth and struck the Draenei in mid-thrust. His body shriveled and his blue skin turned gray as he collapsed.
