His knot grew with every pass of her full lips over it, increasing in size until it threatened to get lodged inside of her gaping maw. Normally she would be against having her face knotted, but today was different. Nevertheless, he desired something else. And so when he could feel his climax nearing, and before his knot made its home within her mouth, he pulled out, jerking his cock with the clear intention of debasing her face.
She understood immediately, and while her banshee powers faded and her features slowly returned to normal, Nick fired upon her face with globs of cum that splattered in quick, rapid-fire bursts against her nose, forehead, eyes and lips. Each jerk of his cock sent another hefty helping of jizz exploding like shrapnel over her face, until she was drenched and dripping in a layer of sticky white worgen sludge.
Sylvanas wiped the jizz from her eyes so that she could see, so coated in sperm that she looked like a red-eyed, pale skinned ghost with long ears and white eyebrows. "We'll have to wash up in Quel'thalas," she said, as cool and calm as if she had just taken an ordinary walk. "The water here is less than sanitary."
Still gripping his cock, Nick grumbled something that sounded almost like a whine.
"Yes, yes, I know." Sylvanas brushed off the strands of cum dangling from her chin with the back of her hand and then rolled over onto all fours, back arched and her shapely ass held high.
She barely had time to properly position herself before she was attacked again, grasped roughly from behind by two large, clawed hands. Nick yanked her back against him, and the slimy, saliva-and-cum stained length of his cock slid between her plump ass cheeks. Hot and heavy, the feel of its intimidating weight made her purr in anticipation for the savage dicking she was about to receive.
Sure enough, he slid inside of her in a single thrust that knocked her forward and caused her to rip out the grass she was clinging to. A grunt exploded from her lips and her eyes bulged wildly. The thrust had taken her off guard, but she quickly prepared herself for the next, steeling her nerves and tensing her muscles. It came almost immediately after, just as deep and hard as the first, cramming her drooling pussy to the limit.
"Fuck!" she hissed, followed by another curse in Thalassian.
Just as he had done before, he railed her without regard for her status or well-being, entering into a selfish yet mutually satisfying rhythm that was both ridiculously fast and tremendously powerful. He towered over her like a giant, his black fur gleaming under the moonlight, eyes shining with crazed lust, and his teeth grinning wickedly as he pummeled the Dark Lady's hungry pussy. She was unnaturally strong, enhanced by the dark magic that flowed through her, but after a few minutes she wobbled and collapsed, face down ass up while she clawed at the ground with outstretched arms, moaning and mewling, grunting and groaning like a woman possessed.
Splayed out on the ground while getting mercilessly pumped full of super-sized worgen dick, Sylvanas was more vocal than a singing canary, and her voice mixed together with the ceaseless slapping of his balls against her pussy, as well as the forceful clapping of his pelvis against her plump cheeks. Fit and slender as a heroic statue, Sylvanas' ass was nevertheless thick and bouncy, as if it was purposefully crafted to take the brute force of a worgen pounding against it, and her tight cunt stretched perfectly around his girth with every measured stroke.
The pleasure of having the Dark Lady wrapped around his cock was, as always, extraordinary. But, feverish as he was under the provocative powers of the White Lady and the Blue Child, his goal of making her scream so loudly that the crusaders could hear her did not stand forgotten. Like a primitive instinct deeply ingrained within his brain, he rutted into her not only with the impossible yet primal desire to impregnate her, but also the desire to hear her shake the very treetops with her banshee scream.
Raising his right hand, he smacked her ass, watching it wobble and enjoying the slutty moan she made. Then, he did it again, this time keeping his hand on her ass cheek, squeezing her pliable flesh and prickling her with his claws. She paid it no mind, or rather, she very much enjoyed the pain. He was well versed in her pleasure points and her masochistic urge to be used, dominated, and fucked to the point where pain begot pleasure. The cold, proud, and imperious Banshee Queen was an entirely different woman in bed, and in the doubly enhanced state that he was in he had no trouble at all administering to her everything she craved, one pleasurable stroke at a time.
Long and hard with a supernatural swiftness that seemed impossible given his enormous size, he beat her pussy into a sopping mess and battered her big blue booty with strikes of the hand that crackled like thunder. She cried out in an eager desire for more--more smacks, more speed, more worgen dick pounding her pussy and knocking against her cervix. Somehow he found the means to oblige her, leaning forward and holding onto her in true canine fashion, humping her like a wild animal, holding her much smaller body upright and keeping her big ass level with his hips.
Although night clung to the land like a malignant force, the light of the moons illuminated the desecrated land below, casting the entirety of the Eastern Plaguelands in a pale silver light that left nothing hidden. Their debauchery was visible to all who might happen to stumble upon them by the roadside, or by the curious lens of a guard surveying the area through his spyglass. But neither cared if they were scouted. Neither paid it any attention at all. Both were focused only on their vulgar coupling, the sweet throbbing of her clit, the instinctive urge to knot her and bathe her womb in his seed.
A monster in every sense of the word, he utterly eclipsed Sylvanas beneath his rippling mass of fur and muscle, a black haired beast ravaging her writhing, trembling body. The two of them were beyond obscene. They fucked with such depraved intensity, such hedonistic perversion, that it would have bordered on violent assault to the average onlooker, and yet Sylvanas couldn't contain her husky groans or the plentitude of Thalassian obscenities she shouted into the night. Nor could Nick prevent himself from whining and snarling like a rabid wolf, his tongue lolling out of his mouth and dripping drool onto her back. His hips worked at a blurring pace, untiring and unceasing, slamming into her upraised ass over and over and over again, delivering toe-curling, balls-deep thrusts that made her head spin.
"That's it," she snarled. "Just like that you filthy mongrel."
Sylvanas stretched her arms across the ground and reached directly in front of her, taking hold of a sturdy root jutting out of the earth. She gripped it tightly, her knuckles discoloring and her sharp elven ears twitching as she listened to the lewd thump thump thump of Nick's furry groin smacking against her jiggling ass. In response to her, he growled something that only vaguely resembled intelligent speech, making her pussy clench up around him as he delivered another hard slap to her behind.
Minutes crossed over into an hour. How many orgasms rocked her body she wasn't quite sure, but they were intense beyond words, and on more than one occasion the roaring pleasure within her had been so great that, for a second or two, she had lost consciousness. Her body shook with every thrust, and the pain of being mounted by such a beast only added to her twisted sense of satisfaction.
Nothing in her long, promiscuous life could compare to the utter mind shattering, back breaking, toe curling pounding she was currently receiving. Every nerve in her body screamed, every muscle ached. Drool, sweat and scratches covered her cerulean skin, and thrust by thrust she was gradually losing her self-control. Her pussy had just about been beaten into submission, so pummeled full of cock that spectral smoke began to leak from her body. A subconscious leaking of her power, an accidental slip into her banshee form.
Nick didn't let up for even a second. Each stroke was as hard and fast and deep as the last, delivered with such strength that even Sylvanas' preternaturally powerful body would have collapsed entirely onto the dry ground if not for his hands holding her firmly in place. The light of the moons above were a constant, replenishing font of energy and power for him. He didn't slow, didn't tire, and every ounce of his energy was put to use slamming her pussy, stretching and abusing it to fit around his fat cock, claiming it as his.
