A request and continuation of this series with Nick & Sylvanas
Nick leaned against the sturdy balcony of his home, gazing out over the city towards Lordamere Lake. Lordaeron was covered in a perpetual fog that hindered his view, and though the region was dead, dark and gloomy, it was a picturesque sight none-the-less. Spindly trees framed the lake, towering over it with branches like an old witch's fingers. It's waters were still save for when a cold breeze blew over it as if trying to breathe life into the silent lake. Depressing to some, but to him it held a uniquely sorrowful yet ethereal beauty.
Much like his benefactor... Or was she his associate?
Whatever, it mattered not.
Along with a generous stipend, Sylvanas had gifted him an abandoned mansion amongst the ruins of Capital City where few Forsaken chose to live. It was a large building with a ground story arcade, vaulted ceiling above it and a lavishly decorated facade accompanied by more pointed-arch windows than he bothered to count. With a steep, blue dormered roof and flowers lining a parapet, the building was utterly magnificent-or it would have been if not for the worn paint, dead flowers, missing roof tiles, cracked stone and thick vines crawling up windows. More similar to that of a haunted house from children's tales, it still maintained a semblance of it's former beauty, even scrubbed of it's resplendence as it was.
Outside of an initial prior inspection however, Nick hadn't bothered to set foot within the mansion proper. Instead, he lived in the tall tower house connected to it. The view was worth it and he felt that the smaller dwelling suited him better anyways. Hell, without Anya's guidance as a tour guide he would probably just end up getting lost within the dark mansion's winding halls and spacious rooms. He spared one last look at the gloomy lake and turned around to see Sylvanas standing in the middle of his room, arms crossed under her plated bosom.
Nick started, earning a sly smile from the stealthy elf.
"Hearing not so good outside of that beastly form of yours?" Her tone was playful but quickly changed to something more serious. "You really should be more careful, if I were an assassin you'd be dead already." Sylvanas stood like a general before a recruit, tall as ever as she chastised him.
"Why would anyone want to kill me?" he asked, looking her over. Never did he tire of seeing her sinful body or the way her thighs could barely be contained within her leggings.
She drew her lips into a line, grey eyes hidden behind smoldering red flames. "Anyone close to me is at risk." She was clearly angry at something, though not him specifically. "And besides," she continued, the anger receding from her voice. "I know who lives at that estate you were staying at in Eversong and I think their husbands would be quite displeased. Possibly even displeased enough to send assassins." Sylvanas shot him a knowing smile and fiddled with her gauntlets a bit before tossing them onto a table where her sword was already situated.
"If you say so," he said, shrugging as he watched her strip out of her armor. She seemed more comfortable around him lately. He didn't mind, but it was strange for her to be off-guard-or as off-guard as she could be at least. He wasn't sure if it was possible for her to relax completely.
Nick climbed onto the bed and eyed Sylvanas as she stepped out of her pants, enjoying the way her booty jiggled as she did so. A black thong hugged her thick cheeks but it was quickly discarded onto the floor. "Say, what if I'm not in the mood for sex?"
"You're always in the mood for sex." She shot him an annoyed glance and pulled off her breastplate, freeing her spectacular tits.
She was right of course.
"You know me too well, Dark Lady!" He grinned at her, though his eyes didn't leave her breasts.
"Please, half of the living women in this city know that much." Sylvanas rolled her eyes and climbed onto the bed, settling inbetween the man's legs like she had done it a million times before. She was still working on that number.
Nick had already shed his trousers and his manhood stood at full mast, impressive even in his human form. Sylvanas treated it like it belonged to her, eyeing it hungrily and wrapping a steady hand around it. The warmth of his cock against her skin caused her to hum in appreciation and she twisted it in her grasp, pumping it up and down as she did so. She jerked him off for just a few strokes before giving in to temptation and leaning in, darting her tongue out and reverently lapping at his cock. Nick placed his hand upon the back of her head but Sylvanas just ignored him, twirling her tongue around his silky tip and catching a dollop of precum as it dribbled from his urethra. For now, she would enjoy him at her own pace and at the moment that meant savoring every inch of him.
His taste enthralled her and soon she was worshipping his cock with her mouth as well, planting wet kisses upon it and tilting her head so as to trail her open mouth up and down over the side his shaft, tongue lolling out and coating him in saliva as she did so. She pressed her spongy tongue forcefully against it, wiggling it and moaning as the taste of cock excited her taste buds. Sylvanas pulled away after this, a string of saliva trailing from her mouth to Nick's cock and spittle already dirtying her beautiful elven face. In her vanity the Banshee Queen was normally neat and well-kept, but not so during sex. During sex she was passionate and disorderly and by the end of it all she liked to be a disheveled mess, thoroughly used by her lover.
Sylvanas ran a gentle finger up the underside of Nick's shaft and smirked when his cock twitched. Again she leaned in, plush lips pursed around his manhood, shimmering up his length once more before suddenly taking his head into her mouth. The man moaned from above her and she smiled again, humming around the dick in her mouth as she took him even further. Sylvanas put on a show of it, staring up at him with fierce red eyes and moaning muffled praise for the cock sliding farther and farther into her mouth. She took every inch slowly-almost torturously slow for her lover-until eventually there were no more inches for her to feast upon. Her purple lips hugged firmly the base of his cock, still humming as she stared up at him, her unseen tongue slithering around him like a snake.
The Dark Lady didn't move for quite some time, content as she was to simply bask in the glory of having taken the entirety of Nick's length down her throat. She loved the way it pressed down against her tongue and swept her tonsils aside so it could fill her throat and lewdly bulge it outwards. Her tongue poked itself out of her mouth, licking at the human's balls even as she skillfully deepthroated his cock until finally she pulled away, leaving only the tip within her maw. With her lips locked tight around his mushroom-like head, Sylvanas slurped on it loudly, cheeks turning concave as she swallowed every drop of precum that streamed forth with a satisfied purr.
When the well dried up, the horny elven queen dipped her head low and then back up again. Over and over she bobbed her head along his cock, head twisting and tongue rolling while a slender hand at the base of Nick's shaft did likewise. She blew him with gusto, improper squelching noises rising from her throat as the man's cock repeatedly invaded her gullet.
The Dark Lady's free hand disappeared underneath her, though it was clear from a moan and a shiver what it was doing. She rubbed her clit frantically, trying to get herself off even as she sucked on her lover's cock like professional Silvermoon whore. No, Nick had experience with whores. They did it not just out of passion, but out of a desire for money. Sylvanas did not need money, she simply loved dick and she had had thousands of years to practice this love. Some might call her a cock addict, but to her it was more. If others worshipped the light or the elements, Sylvanas worshipped cock and she did so with a profound zeal.
She pulled herself from him, slowly, languidly, humming praise all the while until again only the head remained. It escaped her lips with a loud pop as if she was reluctant to let go. Once it did, however, she kissed it and, finding herself unable to resist, gave it a lingering lick. The hand that had been fingering herself came to greet it's twin, wrapping itself around Nick's cock right above the other hand and twisting. She jerked him off this way, using both hands to massage his shaft and entice it to erupt all over her face.
After a minute or so of her talented ministrations Nick did just that, shooting his hot load across her face with a multitude of relieved grunts. Sylvanas met his fire with an eager grin, catching numerous globs of cum without so much as a flinch. She opened her mouth to catch one and another splattered across the bridge of her nose before she could even swallow. Her tall elven ears wiggled, betraying her excitement as Nick pelted her with jizz until ropes of the sticky stuff hung from even her long eyebrows.
Sylvanas opened her mouth once more, catching the last eruption on her tongue. She swallowed and leaned in to catch the stragglers, sucking his cock clean of any cum that clung to it. Once satisfied, she sat up and gazed proudly at her lover, a curve of the lip creating the slightest of smiles under her cum drenched face.
"Why is the Ranger-General so good at giving head?" he asked, half teasingly, half curious.
"Why?" Her voice rang through the chamber with a hint of playfulness. "Looking for advice?" Sylvanas straddled him as she spoke, guiding his cock to her entrance and gingerly spearing herself upon it with a delighted coo.
"Ranger-General, Banshee Queen and comedian. Quite the impressive resume." Nick grinned up at her and gave her blueberry booty a quick slap.
