The Banshee Queen Ravaged

Calia Menethil turns the tables on Sylvanas.

Contains: Female High Elf, Futa Human, Mentions of Undeath, Huge Tits, Huge Cock, Excessive Semen, Cum Bloating, Sylvanas Turned Into A Cum Fountain, Anal, Oral, Vaginal, Mindbreak

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Sylvanas smirked as she watched Azeroth's heroes wander into Castle Nathria.

The enormous castle stood tall and imposing at the centre of the region, a black spire against the dull grey of Revendreth's skies. It seemed that no matter which direction one looked, the Sire's castle stood in the distance, with the gigantic, lifeless gargoyle seated at the very top of it. Tendrils of crimson anima lazily drifted towards The Maw down below.

Indeed, the lord of this land had served his purpose when he had fed his realm's essence directly to Sylvanas's master. For his betrayal, he would now face some of the mightiest foes that the mortal races had produced. She knew what these so-called

maw walkers

were capable of, and she did not wish to stand between them and their prize, and was rather glad they were not going after her for the time being.

At best, she would delay them for a few minutes more. At worst, she would be slain and her master's chances of victory would be diminished considerably.

No. For now, she had other plans. A certain

Pallid Lady

had apparently decided to take up residence in Oribos...

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Heads turned as Calia Menethil made her way around the ancient city of Oribos, her huge, round tits barely restrained by the low-cut robes she wore. Those ashen spheres, jiggling and bouncing so enticingly within the confines of her bodice, somehow managed to grab the attention of even the incredibly asexual attendants and guardians of the city.

With all eyes on her, Calia knew she was safe. Sylvanas's agents could not get to her.

However, aching feet soon drew the woman back to her room, a richly decorated chamber held by Cartel Ta. Lightwrought undead were a rarity in the cosmos, it seemed, for the Brokers readily offered her the largest and most ornate of their chambers in exchange for the chance to ask her but a handful of unobtrusive questions.

And yet, as she looked around the incredibly circular Oribos, she found that she could not remember which way her room was. All the corridors had the same plain, grey look to them.

She would have to ask for directions. Again.

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"Ah, yes, it's over there. Third door on the left," one of the merchants said, pointing down a corridor as he pocketed a hefty coin purse.

The cloaked figure nodded, keeping as low a profile as possible.

Getting into Oribos had been the challenging part. All entrances were so heavily guarded that Sylvanas had to enter by temporarily possessing a Maw Walker using her banshee abilities and using that person's body to carry her own physical body through the main portal to the city.

Once inside, however, switching back to her true body had been a relatively painless process. For her, of course. The human woman she had used would find her way into the maw and would, with the help of a sprinkle of domination magic, find one of Zovaal's cages within which to take a nap.

Using domination magic always left a sour taste in Sylvanas's mouth, but she had accepted that it was necessary to achieve her goals.

Her heels clicked against the stone floors of Oribos's empty hallways, much of the city presently deserted.

Slipping into the room was child's play to the Dark Lady, her dagger allowing her to quickly disable the locking mechanism.

The room itself was dark, quiet. She scanned the room quickly before closing the door behind her as quietly as possible, completely obscuring the soft blue light from outside. There seemed to be no one else in the room. And so, Sylvanas began looking around for clues. Anything that could allow her some insight into what the Maw Walkers, as well as Bolvar and the Ebon Blade, were planning.

Sylvanas's long, elven ears perked up at the sound of footsteps outside, accompanied by that of a heavy robe dragging along the floor.

The woman's eyes immediately spotted a large wooden armoire.

The lock disengaged and blue light from outside soon flooded the room.

Sylvanas slipped in, closing the doors and only now noticing that the doors had a woven mesh in the centre, allowing her to see outside. She cursed her luck, mind running through the possibilities. Could she fight off Calia? Most certainly. Could she make it out of Oribos in one piece if she did so? Unlikely.

She would have to wait for an opportunity to leave the room, her red eyes watching as the Pallid Lady entered the room, looking as regal as ever with her white robes and heels.

Immediately, Sylvanas's eyes went to the woman's bust, feeling a twinge of jealousy as her hefty breasts jiggled with every step. Most people thought Sylvanas wanted Calia dead for political reasons. That was partly it. Mostly, however, she simply could not stand her Forsaken looking up to a leader even more beautiful than she.

Calia touched a crystal on a table, and the whole room was soon illuminated in the warm glow of the Brokers' alien technology. The woman stretched her arms high above her head, allowing Sylvanas a glimpse of the woman's pure white undergarments struggling to contain her mountainous knockers.

And then did the Pallid Lady turn, gracing Sylvanas with a view of the woman's outrageous posterior, those gargantuan cheeks plainly visible even as they lay concealed beneath heavy, priestly robes. While Calia Menethil enjoyed projecting an image of piety and purity, her body was anything but.

Sylvanas bit her lower lip.

Her red eyes followed the priestess as she made her way to the bed as her thick, heart-shaped ass swayed hypnotically, bouncing ever so slightly with every click of her heels. A soft sigh left the human's lips as she began undoing the clasps holding her robes up, the garment loosening visibly with every snap, the grey-skinned woman's abundant flesh quite nearly bursting from vestments that struggled to contain it.

That last clasp soon came undone, and Calia breathed in relief. Her robes fell to the floor, revealing her white undergarments, that minuscule thong digging into her titanic buttocks, those ludicrous cheeks held up by equally thick thighs.

Not only that, but even from behind, Sylvanas could plainly see the woman's tits, jutting from the side, held up by a white, lacy bra.

But when Calia turned again, her hips swaying and thighs rubbing together, as she hummed pleasantly to herself.

Sylvanas barely managed to hold back a gasp, for there sat, barely contained in Calia's thong, a gigantic, obscenely overgrown

cock.

No undergarment could have covered the thing, and Sylvanas wondered how she'd never noticed it before — was it a new addition? That grey slab of girlmeat, even in its soft state, had to be folded in on itself, much of it simply overflowing from the top of the comically minuscule garment.

Due to the sheer size of Calia's cock, Sylvanas could see how the bands of her thong dug into her hips. The front of it pushed forward enough that one would have to wonder just how the thing even managed to stay in one piece.

And if that weren't enough, it was accompanied by two equally oversized balls, those smooth, hairless orbs dangling between Calia's thighs like overripe grapefruit.

Unable to tear her eyes away from the sight, Sylvanas slowly slid a hand down her body until her fingers reached her already-dripping sex. Calia Menethil was hung like a fucking horse.

With statuelike stillness, Sylvanas watched the oblivious blonde lean forward at the waist slowly to pick her robes up off the ground. The Banshee Queen was certain that this would be the end of that minuscule thong. Surely, it could never stretch any more than it already had.

But there would be no snapping of undergarments, for instead Calia's gargantuan ashen fuckpole flopped out of that thong, hitting her thighs with a lewd

SLAP

and the priestess responded with a low, whorish moan.

Even in its soft state, Sylvanas could plainly see how that elephantine rod reached down all the way to the woman's knees. Could such a thing even

get

hard? She wondered. Her fingers slowly worked at her clit, careful not to make any noises that might give her position away, though unable to tear her hand away.

She would not wait long for her answer, as she watched Calia's fingers slowly brush against her own mammoth prick, the woman biting her lower lip. And, with a free hand, Calia gently squeezed one of her enormous nuts, eliciting another moan from her full, parted lips. Her giant girlcock throbbed ever so gently as the veins running along its length slowly started pumping blood into it.

"Nnngh... Can't get distracted again..." Calia whimpered, quickly turning to the armoire.

Sylvanas's eyes quite nearly popped out of their sockets at the sight of that meaty grey monster bobbing between Calia's thighs as it slowly grew harder and fatter. Horror and arousal had made escape impossible for Sylvanas, her fingers only working her cunt harder and faster now.

Calia opened the doors of Sylvanas's hiding place, revealing the Dark Lady fingering herself like a cockstunned whore. A soft gasp left Calia's lips. "You...!"

It was then that Sylvanas's will began breaking.

Sylvanas couldn't even think about defending herself, her voice coming out as a helpless whimper, and seeing that massive cock up close only managed to wipe clean any thoughts she might have had then. Why had she even come here? Surely, it was to pleasure that fat Menethil cock...

A thick silence filled the air for a long moment.

Calia's eyes were fixed upon Sylvanas's own, though she took good note of

where

the Dark Lady was staring. The grey-skinned human's fingers moved back to her cock, gripping its pulsating enormity with fingers far too small to even encompass half of its ridiculous girth.

Sylvanas mewled in response, her fingers rubbing her cunt with increased fervour.

A smug grin spread across Calia's lips. "Had I known this was all it took to lay low the mighty Sylvanas Windrunner, I would have done so earlier," she said, her cock growing and swelling with every heartbeat.

Wet, squelching noises echoed through the room as the Banshee Queen kept frigging her soaked elven cunt as Calia pulled open the doors of the armoire even further to get a better look at the moaning, gasping whore.

"But... It would appear that the Dark Lady is nothing but a pathetic whore," Calia continued, slapping her fat, weighty prick down upon Sylvanas's face, the enormous pillar of she-meat long enough to cover the woman's face thrice over.

Calia could hear the soft, muffled moans below her pulsating, meaty prick as Sylvanas rubbed her nose and mouth against the beast's underbelly, inhaling its overpowering scent.

"Nnngggh... I need it..." Sylvanas breathed.

The Banshee Queen herself was now on her knees, worshipping her prick,

begging

for it like a worthless cockstarved whore. Not even in her wildest dreams had Calia thought such a thing even possible.

Slowly, deliberately, Calia ran her enormous prick back and forth along Sylvanas's face, feeling the woman's tongue and lips working at her veiny shaft. Further and further back did Calia push her cock until her balls finally rested on Sylvanas's chin, those gigantic orbs separated only by the cloth of her thong.

"Show me how much you need it, then. Show me how much of a cock-addicted little slut you are," teased Calia, grabbing the back of Sylvanas's head and pressing her face even harder against her massive cum-factories, rubbing her colossal nuts over the woman's face now.

There was no hesitation in Sylvanas's actions as she buried her face hard against Calia's balls, slurping and sucking at them, those enormous jizztanks rivalling her head in size. She felt like an absolute whore, a slave to those wonderful balls, to the Pallid Lady's cock.

Gasping and panting like the bitch in heat she had become, like the whore she'd always been, Sylvanas pressed her face against those enormous, sloshing orbs for a while longer, savouring and worshipping them. A shiver of excitement ran up Sylvanas's spine as the taste and smell of Calia's behemoth balls overwhelmed her senses, as their impossible weight and size quite nearly caused her to suffocate.

Sylvanas gasped when she felt Calia's balls being pulled away from her face, Calia's gigantic cock dragged along her face in its entirety.

Calia leaned in slightly, causing her fat, wobbling tits to quite nearly spill from their white, lacy prison. Her golden eyes stared down into Sylvanas's red ones as the Pallid Lady cupped the Dark Lady's chin.

"I'd ask you why it is that I found you in my closet, Sylvanas. Why would a woman such as yourself risk everything just to take me out?" Calia said as she began dragging her fat, swollen cockhead against Sylvanas's cheeks, smearing her skin in precum. "I would like to know these things. But, alas, we have more pressing matters to attend to."

With those words spoken, Calia brought her cock to Sylvanas's lips, a grin slowly forming on her lips.

Slowly, and quite instinctually, Sylvanas opened her mouth, allowing Calia entry into her warm, wet maw.

Calia gave a soft gasp of delight as Sylvanas's tongue began assailing her fat, spongy glans, teasing the cumslit at the tip. With lewd, circular motions, that dexterous muscle caressed Calia's titanic fuckpillar.

Saliva, mixed with precum, began leaking from the corners of Sylvanas's stretched-out jaw, rolling down her chin and splattering on her cleavage. Her nostrils flared as her expression slowly became one of pure lust, half-lidded eyes looking down at the highway of cockmeat making its way slowly further and further down her gullet.

Obscene gagging and gurgling noises could be heard echoing against the room's stone walls with every additional inch Calia managed to stuff down Sylvanas's throat, her gasps and moans becoming louder as well.

"Nnnngh... Fuck... You suck cock better than Jaina, even," Calia cooed, allowing her fingers to rest upon the back of Sylvanas's head, fingers curling through that silky hair.

Before long, Calia found herself pushing her elephantine prick down Sylvanas's throat, stretching out the woman's oesophagus to the very limit. The priestess, however, seemed to care little for the wellbeing of her new fuck-sleeve as she felt the woman's throat constrict and struggle around her length.

But she knew she didn't need to care, for Sylvanas's hands were now both upon her pale grey ass, squeezing those fat, wobbly cheeks hard, pulling on Calia, urging her on. Soon, well over a foot of Calia's gigantic obelisk of meat had been forced into Sylvanas, allowing the golden-haired human to begin a slow yet deliberate back and forth, easing herself in and out of that divine fuckhole.

GLRRRK! GLRK!

came the incessant gagging from the kneeling, cockgargling Sylvanas, her pleading red eyes looking up at Calia with pure lustful subservience.

Swinging like wrecking balls below, Calia's balls were soon hammering away at Sylvanas with lewd, wet slaps as the undead priestess managed to stuff every last inch of that throbbing enormity into the undead whore.

And once she had accomplished that, she began fucking Sylvanas's face and fucking it hard, slamming herself hard and fast into the gagging, moaning elf-whore, holding her head firmly with both hands. Her crotch would press against Sylvanas's lips and nose with every downward thrust, saliva and precum bubbling out of the corners of Sylvanas's mouth with the sheer intensity of that brutal facefucking.

Cracks were beginning to form in Sylvanas's mind as her already-brittle sanity was broken away, piece by piece, by Calia Menethil's enormous slab of girlmeat. With her body being used as nothing more than a masturbatory accessory for the impossibly hung priestess, Sylvanas could do little but hold on, gagging and gasping like the absolute cock-addicted whore she was.

With Sylvanas's lips forming a tight seal around her girth, Calia could not hold on for much longer and soon, her colossal she-cock began throbbing. Panting and moaning desperately, Calia began hammering away at Sylvanas's face harder and faster as her orgasm neared with each pump of her obscene meat-tube.

"Gnnngghh... Fucking... Take my cum, you whore..." groaned Calia as she held back for as long as she could, her balls tightening as she fucked Sylvanas's throat raw.

GLURGK! GLRGK! GLRG!

As Calia's cock throbbed hard, lurching and pumping fat wads of precum into Sylvanas's stomach, the priestess finally hilted herself into the elf's throat. With a groan, her gigantic fuckpillar began unloading inhuman amounts of thick, creamy nut deep into Sylvanas's stomach.

The first few blasts felt like punches to Sylvanas, whose eyes widened helplessly as more and more of that virile baby batter flooded her insides. Every spurt caused her to moan around Calia's enormous meatpole, her mind quite nearly going blank from the abuse, unable to wrap her mind around how one person could produce so much fucking cum.

Gurgling and gagging around Calia's cock, Sylvanas could feel the pressure in her stomach building and, with no way for the cum to escape, her midsection started expanding from the sheer quantity of cum. As more and more of the priestess's spunk was forced straight into her stomach, Sylvanas placed a hand on her stomach, feeling it grow and grow until it appeared as though she was months pregnant with multiple children.

And as Calia pulled her gargantuan, bloated tool from the undead elf's throat, Sylvanas retched and out came a fountain of off-white ballbatter.

The priestess was quick to stop this, however, with a hand firmly held to Sylvanas's jaw.

"Oh no. It's rude to waste a friend's gift. So be a good girl and swallow every drop."

And so, Sylvanas obeyed, her throat bulging with the copious amounts of porridge-thick jizz, struggling to keep it all down.

The Banshee Queen gave a weak moan, midsection still large and round.

"Now, let's make sure you're well and truly stuffed. This

is

what you came here for, is it not?" Calia cooed as she reached down, grabbing Sylvanas by the throat with surprising strength, quickly spinning her around so that the elf's face was to the armoire's back wall.

A loud smack echoed in the room as Sylvanas felt Calia press her behemoth girlprick between her large blue-grey cheeks, slowly sliding the huge wet thing up and down the crevice of her buttocks.

"Nnngh..." groaned Sylvanas, too afraid to resist. Not that she really wanted to. Fear and arousal made for a heady cocktail.

With fingers firmly gripping that fat elven ass, fingers sinking into that doughy flesh as she jerked herself off for a moment with Sylvanas's canyon of assmeat. Her cock was just as hard as it had been a moment ago, showing no sign of going down in the slightest.

Slowly, deliberately, Calia pressed the swollen helm of her titanic elf-splitter against the Dark Lady's puckered ass, aiming the enormous thing with one hand as her other kept a firm grip on that colossal ass.

Calia groaned as she felt that tight ring of muscle give. With a slow, steady push, her monstrously fat, tumescent beast inched forward. "Light, you're tight," Calia said, panting, her cock bending slightly as she struggled to fit her veiny giant into that snug bottom.

A long, drawn-out moan left Sylvanas, then. She'd expected some discomfort, given the absurd size of Calia's cock, but this was far more than anticipated. Though, once the first few inches had entered her and Calia began slowly moving her cock back and forth, there came pleasure as well.