Passion Unbound Ch 01

A request featuring Sylvanas, two of her dark rangers, and a worgen OC that I've written extensively about already.

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Tirisfal was surprisingly pleasant.

Nick stood on the balcony in his room within a great tower that ranged high above Lordaeron City, his massive hands gripping at the balustrade. The night sky was clean and pure, with stars that gathered around within its black tapestry, the bright Azerothian moons as their hosts. A great wickerman burned in town square, crackling and huffing tall billows of smoke. Those who lived in the city gravitated towards it, both the living and the unliving alike sharing in the festivities of Hallow's End.

Except for him, anyways.

After stretching his long arms and powerful muscles, he turned and made his way inside to pour himself a glass of wine just as a loud

tap tap tap

came from his door. Could it be Sylvanas? No, she wouldn't knock.

"What?" he growled, crossing the distance and yanking the door open.

The dark rangers he had met a year prior, Alina and Kalira, stood on the other side of it, their faces pale and deadly beautiful. This time they were clad in their simple ranger attire consisting of leather, mail, and a dark hooded cloak. A bit drab, perhaps, but their curves were enticing even still. A familiar lust boiled up within him but he quickly fought it down.

"Trick or treat." Kalira said, obviously trying to sound peppy but not quite succeeding.

The quiet one

, he remembered. She was short with cropped black hair and large breasts, while her companion was taller and blonde, with long hair that nearly reached the swell of her sizeable backside.

"Nice try," he offered.

She shrugged.

"Thanks."

Alina stepped forward but he barred her entry with his arm.

"Come on, let us in," she whined.

"Hold on a minute. I'm getting deja vu here. Now all we need is your--"

The distinct sound of heels clacking against stone came from behind him.

"--mistress to show up."

He turned to greet Sylvanas and the two dark rangers let themselves in, slipping underneath his arm while he held the door open. Grumbling in defeat, he closed it with an echoing slam.

"Good evening."

The Dark Lady's voice was low and sultry, her face tinged with wry amusement as she met his gaze. What surprised Nick far more than her presence, however, was what she was wearing: a violet cloak and hood lined with gold clung to a pair of shoulder pads, a tiny white corset with a similar gold trim squeezed at her bosom, and a diaphanous white garter belt that emphasized her long legs and strong thighs. Shaking his head as if to clear the image from his mind, he opened his mouth to speak.

"What is this?" he asked, flicking his gaze back and forth between the three elves and ignoring the subject of Sylvanas' attire. "Last Hallow's End you were furious over them coming here."

Sylvanas waved her hand dismissively. "Things change."

"And?"

"And I've decided to make this a tradition." She folded her arms, drawing his attention to her breasts being pushed up by her corset. "Unless you have a problem with that?"

"No," he said quickly. "No, of course not." A pause as he looked her over again. "What's with the outfit, Sylvie?"

Her eyes narrowed, mouth drawing to a line. "Do

not

call me that." Sylvanas appraised him for a moment, as if contemplating whether she should keep him or throw him off the balcony. She sniffed. "I figured you would like it."

He smiled in a way that made her roll her eyes.

"Don't get it twisted. The more excited you are the greater my pleasure will be in the long run." She motioned to the three of them. "Now strip."

The two dark rangers, who had obviously been waiting to do just that, shed their ranger attire in no time at all. Nick, who wore little to begin with, simply dropped his trousers, hungrily eyeing the elves as they did the same to him. Their skin was pale as milk but their bodies were distinctly elven, lissome and femininely built with slender muscles and curves where it counted. Recalling how he had taken them a year prior, he licked his lips.

Noticing his gawking, Sylvanas grinned and stepped towards him, lowering her hood to reveal hair that glinted like silver and gold. "What a dog you are," She teased, shaking her head in feigned disbelief.

"A dog led on by its master, perhaps."

"Master, hm?"

"An expression only."

"Mmn." Sylvanas turned, slowly, and brushed away her cloak, exposing her plump backside. Bending at the knees, she pushed her rump against his scarlet manhood, lifting it up and trapping its length between her cheeks and undulating against it. "No touching," she said to him, and then beckoned the other two women over with a curled finger.

The two rangers took up post on either side of his manhood, bent over just as their mistress was so that their behinds pressed against his girth. The three of them worked in tandem, their movements at first awkward before eventually finding a satisfactory rhythm in which they stroked his cock between their rears. Sylvanas led them at the forefront, rocking her ass up and down, trapping him between the cleft of her thick blue cheeks while the others rubbed at the sides of his tool as best they were able. The cushiony flesh of their asscheeks massaged him, and the gossamer fabric of Sylvanas' thong tickled at the underside of his shaft, prompting him to growl and huff his nostrils in frustration. Sylvanas smirked but said nothing.

It was a wonderful sort of torture, watching these three beautiful elves grind their warm bodies against him, two milky white behinds and one blue bumping and sliding against his throbbing red pillar. Sylvanas' ass was big and round like a pair of half moons gleaming with moonlight while Alina's was smaller yet still impressively rotund. Kalira's on the other hand was small and tight, a different change of pace that only served to add variety to the affair. She was looking up at him, her generous bust swaying as she worked her little butt against him. Another urge, this time even stronger, rose within him, and he tore his eyes away from her to instead look at her sister ranger. Kalira grinned at him then made a lewd gesture with her hand and mouth. Shaking his head, he looked down at the trio of elf butts crowding his cock, prodding and sliding against it, before turning his gaze to Sylvanas.

Her ass wobbled ever so slightly as she undulated it up and down, fucking his cock within the valley of her cheeks. She caught his gaze, a confident yet playful smirk adding to her prepossessing features and coloring her ancient beauty in such a way that made him in an instant wish to commit untold indecencies to her.

Sylvanas' eyes half-closed, long lashes covering her silver irises and the red glow beholden to them. Like a predator toying with its prey, she stopped and turned, her movement slow, calculated, deliberate. She sank to her knees in front of him, his crimson tip, already dripping with pre-cum, a mere handsbreath away from her face. Channeling her gaze upwards and locking eyes on him, she opened her mouth wide, her wet hot tongue extending past her lips as she dove forward and engulfed him.

His tip touched her tongue, making her taste buds come alive, then slid between her plush lips and into her awaiting mouth where it journeyed further and further, hitting the back of her throat and continuing down into her gullet until her neck bulged and her mouth hugged his groin. Briefly idling at his furry base, she shifted her head from side to side and undulated the muscles in her neck, massaging his great girth before pulling back to the tip and twirling her tongue around it in a flurry of circular motion.

Nick moaned, a sound like a whining dog, and her smirk grew wider. Gesturing with her fingers at the two rangers who had been sitting passively by and waiting their turn, they joined in on either side of her, eagerly mouthing and licking at his cock and mixing their saliva with the Dark Lady's. As they worked, their tongues eager and lubed with spit, Sylvanas continued to slurp on his cockhead, her own tongue insatiably curious as it slithered around his pointed crest. The primal taste of worgen meat drove the three of them to the slovenly worship of his crimson tower, humming in appreciation for his flavor, their hands flittering between their legs and parting their petals.

His whines increased in frequency, and Sylvanas herself seemed impatient even as she noisily sucked on his straw, her fingers working frantically at her clit. She glared up at him, her lips sealed around a mere half-inch of his tip and her tongue working at his urethra as if seeking to slither directly down to the source of the cum that she so desired. A few more seconds was all it took: chest rumbling with a moan, he took hold of his manhood and directed its focus at Sylvanas. Two viscous globs of cream cannonballed forth, one splattering her across the lips and the other painting her left eye with a web of sticky white ball batter. The Dark Lady took her facial with grace, a half-smile peeking out from the jizz covering her lips.

Alina, who had been busy servicing the worgen's fruit-sack, popped her head up, long ears twitching in excitement. Bringing her face side by side Sylvanas' to match her sister, Kalira, she was almost immediately struck with numerous ropes of cum that lined her face like an ivory grille. Gasping and grinning, she reached up and scooped some of the sticky stuff into her mouth while Nick turned his hose towards Kalira. Sitting on her heels with her large breasts pushed together between her arms, Kalira gulped right as he unloaded onto her, dousing her face in cum just as he had done to her sister.

Exhaling a hiss of air through his teeth, he watched the three elves as they cleaned him off and then turned on each other, licking the cum off one another's face and exchanging lewd cum-kisses. When they were finished Sylvanas stood up and stepped around her rangers, one leg crossing over the other as she moved in a half-circle, her eyes blazing with an intensity that roused him to action. Tearing at her thong and yanking down on her corset so that her heavy breasts tumbled free, he took her in his arms, lifting her and pushing her up against the greystone wall. In an instant Sylvanas' arms and legs were around him, clutching at his fur as he thrust into her with a throaty growl.

She reciprocated this with a moan of her own, her piercing red eyes staring into his as he began to work her pussy with deep strokes. His movement was quick but not too quick, each thrust emphasizing the strength that propelled him into her, powerful muscles flexing beneath black fur and his pointed tip knocking against her cervix. Tall and voluptuous as she was, the worgen's body nevertheless utterly encompassed hers, with nothing visible from behind other than her trembling arms and legs wrapped around him as she was jostled up and down upon his manhood.

Grunting and growling, he hammered her against the wall until she was sopping wet and and orgasming on repeat, her large tits pressed firmly against his broad chest and her eyes blazing like pyres. She clung to him desperately, her cunt stretched wide around his pulsing red rocket, yelling and shouting in wild, delirious pleasure. Thalassian obscenities spilled from her mouth, sweat gleamed off her blue skin and her platinum tresses fell out of place into a disheveled mess. Sylvanas grinned through it all, sharp elven canines bared ferociously in a way that made her look madly jubilant and overjoyed at the abundant serving of worgen dick being pumped into her pussy.

While this was going on, Alina and Kalira swapped spit, mashing their lips together in a battle of tongues while their hands explored the other's body. Alina groped at her sister's breasts, large and firm in her hands, while Kalira gripped at her supple behind, squeezing the other ranger's meaty cheeks. They would each prefer to be on the receiving end of the worgen's onslaught, but they were content to wait their turn and play with one another instead, occasionally glancing over to their mistress whenever she let out a particularly blissful wail.

One such wail marked the temporary end of their coupling, for Nick set the Banshee Queen down and followed her over to the two rangers who were by this point entwined around each other on the ground, kissing and exploring the other's femininity with slick fingers.

"Ladies." Sylvanas said, standing over them, arms crossed and looking more than a little bedraggled.

Alina and Kalira bolted upright, standing side by side as if awaiting orders.

"Yes, Mistress?" Kalira said, swiping a loose strand of hair behind one of her pointy ears.

Sylvanas motioned towards Nick. "Now that I've... warmed him up, I'd like the two of you to test yourselves against him. See how you fare this time."

"A test?"

"A test, a challenge, a game, call it whatever you like." She waved dismissively. "A trial of my curiosity."

"If that is your wish, my Lady," Alina grinned, the excitement plain as day upon her pretty face.

"So..." Kalira said, eyeing Nick who had propped himself up on the bed while they spoke, his head and upper back against the headboard.

He waved them over and they rushed towards him after getting a nod of approval from their mistress. Sylvanas turned to watch, a smug half-smile tugging at her lips as if the game had already been played and she knew the outcome.

The two rangers took up positions, with Alina gingerly lowering herself upon his tool and Kalira standing above him with her crotch in his face. The smell of her arousal was pungent to his canine noise and he darted his broad tongue out, licking up her slit while her sister began to bounce on his dick, slow but certain to pick up speed soon enough. Kalira shivered and uttered a quiet moan that grew louder as he licked her again, tasting her with quick laps of the tongue that teased her lonely clit. His tongue entered her, slipping deep into her womanhood, and her hands were soon upon his head, her ample bosom squished together.

The two rangers moaned freely, and, as expected, Alina quickly entered into a brisk riding pace that made Sylvanas' impish smile grow. She was rising and falling with girlish squeals, her desire outpacing her body as she rode the worgen's cock to a quick climax. Her pussy spasmed and her movement slowed, but she built up in speed again shortly after, bouncing her big booty in his lap like a woman clearly starved for cock.

Nick huffed a blast of hot air against Kalira's mound, his probing tongue working her into an orgasm that had her shaking in delight. When she was finished, he pushed her out of the way and set his lustful gaze upon Alina. Scooping her up before she could even realize it, he lifted her off the bed, his arms forcing her legs up and folding them against her chest. She squeaked but, even with her feet in the air above her head and Nick's scarlet manhood pressing against her drooling pussy, she looked as eager as could be. He exchanged a glance with Sylvanas, meeting her amused gaze for only a moment before he lifted Alina and directed her onto his cock.

She grunted like she had been struck in the stomach, eyes wide and looking down. Her pussy remained un-fucked, but her bubbly ass had been packed full of worgen meat with one thrust. A delayed groan escaped her lips, and then the thrusts truly came: three, seven, a dozen, two dozen. Nick pounded her ass without mercy, stretching her little sphincter as wide as possible and rearranging her guts with blurring strokes. Alina's mouth gaped, her pale skin flushed cherry-red and her mind already fucked into an unthinking mess. Moans tumbled out of her, accompanying a series of hard, toe-curling orgasms that had her dripping juices onto his manhood.

Nick didn't pay much thought to her, though he knew she was enjoying it, and instead worked only to satisfy himself, intent on getting his rocks off and extracting as much pleasure as possible from the pale skinned elf. Inexperienced as she was, her ass nevertheless took every inch of him, squeezing and tugging at his member with every stroke. He abused her asshole until she was loose in his arms, her moans strained and infrequent. Not one to break his toys, he withdrew his manhood, leaving her gaping, and set her down gently atop the bed where she relaxed onto her side against the wall, her head resting upon a pillow.

Setting his sights upon Kalira, he urged her onto the bed and took his place between her legs, leaning forward so that he was nearly resting atop her small body. Boiling with anticipation and feeling impatient after waiting so long, Kalira angled her lower body up towards him and wrapped her legs around his waist, biting her lip as his sticky tool poked against her. Happy to appease her, he looked down at her with his muscular forearms on either side of her, prodded against her slit and quickly found her opening, sliding himself in to the root while the two of them growled and groaned. Her arms wrapped around him, seeking to pull him further into her, and her full breasts ballooned against his chest.

Once he had bottomed out inside of her, he grinded himself against her loins, eliciting a weak hum from the busty elf before he began to truly lay into her, immediately entering into a speedy pace that had his body slamming against hers. Husky moans and needy cries soon issued from her lips, her body tensing with each downward thrust of worgen dick into her quivering pussy. Much like her cock-starved sister, Kalira's orgasms came in rapid succession, forced out of her by the furry behemoth drilling her womanhood into a creamy mess. She was tiny beneath his hairy body as he mating pressed her, but she held firm, withstanding his assault for longer than Alina before finally exploding with an orgasm that had her whining helplessly, her body quaking and her cunt grasping at the cock plundering it.

Slightly disappointed and more than a little blueballed, he gave her a few quick thrusts and then pulled out and away from her, allowing her weary limbs to fall upon the bed. A drooling strand of pre-cum connected his hot red tip to her pussy for a moment before he turned and broke away, meeting Sylvanas' gaze.

"Slightly better than last time, wouldn't you say?" she asked, voice stained with a wry sense of humor. She stepped towards him, hips swaying with an overflow of confidence.

"Slightly," he replied, meeting her halfway and taking her in his arms. His hands slipped beneath her cloak and explored her body, trailing down the long muscles of her back and coming to grasp at her impressively large posterior. He bent to lick her neck but she pulled away and sauntered towards the bed.

"My turn."

She crawled onto the bed, settling onto her hands and knees and facing the end of the bed. Her back was arched and her backside swayed ever so slightly. Alina and Kalira sat atop the bed still, leaning against the wall beneath a square window a few cubits above their head, watching with eyes full of curiosity.

Rock-hard and aching to knot someone, Nick climbed back onto the bed and sank to his knees behind Sylvanas, sweeping her Jaina-styled cloak out of the way and revealing her big blue booty. She still wore her white garter belt and thong, ripped as it was, the fabric of which indented her supple skin. Not wanting to waste anymore time and with one hand grasping possessively at one of her thick cheeks while the other guided his manhood, he entered her slowly, his crimson tip parting her petals and sliding into her accommodating hole. He filled her as he always did, grumbling in pleasure as her body constricted around him, his cock stretching her tight elven sleeve to its fullest potential until he was hilted within her, his groin pressing against her rear end.