When Sylvanas is cast into the Maw for her crimes, Calia finds another outlet for her needs.
Contains: Futa Calia x Female Tyrande,
Nipple Fucking
, Mind Break, Paizuri, Excessive Semen, Massive Tits, Huge Cock (30+ inches), Semi-Public Sex, Cum Bloating (Breasts, Womb), Fucked Silly, Endless Orgasms, Huge Balls, Ahegao, Cuckolding, Size Queen
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Sylvanas stood before the new Arbiter. Barely.
Of her once-pristine armor there remained only her gloves, thigh-high legguards and high heels. Of the once-proud Sylvanas, there remained even less.
The woman was, by all accounts, barely cognizant, her empty gaze staring off into the distance as her sentence was delivered. The rest of her body had been covered in a simple linen shirt and trousers, for Calia had delivered her to the Alliance and Horde with little to no clothing. Despite the clothes on her form, there was little that could hide the obscene curves of the Banshee Queen. Sylvanas's massive, blue-grey tits struggled for space in the inadequate shirt, and her behemoth ass swallowed the fabric of her trousers.
Tyrande, who had arrived moments before, stared at the broken figure standing at the centre of the large, circular platform where the Arbiter stood. Tyrande could barely believe that it was Calia who had delivered the Banshee Queen to justice. Calia was not a woman known for her combat prowess.
What kind of trickery had allowed her to capture and break Sylvanas's mind in such a fashion, Tyrande wondered?
As Tyrande's dark, midnight-blue gaze fell upon the typically shy, demure Calia, she noticed that the white-robed priestess had been staring at
her.
Their eyes met for a brief moment, and Tyrande could see the lust burning within those golden pools, Calia's gaze briefly flicking down to her overflowing elven cleavage.
Such was not a rare occurrence for the High Priestess, for her exaggerated curves drew the gaze as a magnet draws metal. Tyrande's tits overflowed from her Night Warrior outfit, the white breastplate dwarfed by the wall of titflesh it so struggled to contain. Standing sideways, one would see the obscene shelf of ass fat protruding from the Kaldorei's backside, supported by thighs and hips just as legendarily enormous.
No, such attention was common.
But not from Calia.
Tyrande would investigate later, she thought, but she watched with satisfaction as Sylvanas was cast down into the Maw to serve her penance. So focused was she now on what was happening that she barely noticed Calia shuffling off.
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Calia panted as she made her way down to her quarters, her fat, growing meatstick slapping heavily against her thighs with every step taken.
Her mind flashed with thoughts of Tyrande, of those enormous elven tits barely even contained behind the inadequate armor she wore. Becoming the Night Warrior had, it seemed, granted her two gigantic fuckpillows thrice the size of her head while allowing her to retain that divinely toned physique she was known for, with visible musculature of the back that was to die for.
Calia had never seen, nor dared to dream of, a pair of tits so absolutely obscene as to even rival Tyrande's mountainous fuckjugs, so fucking whorish and out of proportion were they. Her cheeks flushed as she entered her room, hoping no one had followed her, for she didn't want to be disturbed as she emptied her balls for the fourth time that day.
Barely had half the day gone by that Calia was already desperate to cum again. The three previous times she'd done so had been with Sylvanas, for she'd kept the woman in her quarters for the better part of a week, pumping her full of piping hot ball batter whenever she fancied it.
The ex-Warchief had taken every one of those loads gleefully, stomach and womb bloated from the sheer volume of spunk Calia had fucked into her. And after each one, she'd been desperate for more.
Sylvanas had been fucked into a cockstarved, mind-broken whore by Calia, and now, the priestess could barely get herself off without one of the elf's warm holes to get off.
"Hnnngghh... Fuck..." she groaned, lifting her robes up to reveal her enormous, tumescent grey beast, the veins upon its shaft throbbing with need as it hardened. As she did so, the enormous slab of girlcock, barely held back by her minuscule white thong, seemed on the verge of simply giving up under the weight of Calia's megadick. Below it hung ponderous Calia's two melon-sized balls, unable to be contained at all in the woman's tiny thong.
With a single throb, the thing seemed to jump out of Calia's undergarments, hanging half-hard before her and already dripping copious amounts of precum onto the stone floor below.
The sight of Tyrande and those titanic elven milkers had sent the ever-horny priestess into a frenzy, and both her hands were soon wrapped around the incredible girth of her prick.
Her mind immediately went to thoughts of the ultra-busty high priestess and that insane shelf of an ass, those fat, wobbling cheeks ever-swallowed by the thin strip of mooncloth that barely covered the wobbling planetoids atop her thick, delectable thighs. She imagined the woman placing her mind-bogglingly giant knockers around her own goliath pole, and her plump dicksuckers around the crown of her shaft.
Calia stroked herself harder and faster, pumping her enormous dick, precum bubbling incessantly from its bulbous head. Despite its hardness, the throbbing monolith hung downwards at an angle due to its weight. Panting and groaning, Calia put a hand against the wall, the lewd
fap fap fap
of her pumping fist upon her cock resonating against the walls.
Despite all her efforts, the woman could not get herself off. She simply couldn't cum, there was no pleasure building, and she couldn't relieve herself off the almost painful burden, titanic dick pulsating almost painfully.
"By the Light..." she groaned, wondering if ploughing Sylvanas's holes for a week straight had made finding release through manual stimulation impossible. She closed her eyes and imagined Tyrande on her knees before her, alongside Sylvanas, both women sharing the length of her prick, plush lips dragging along that veined highway.
She imagined both women savouring her cockhead, licking at her throbbing helm, drinking in her cum...
The buxom human huffed, heavy dollops of precum falling from her pulsating python. And yet, despite it all, nothing more came. She could not go to Sylvanas, could not go to the Maw where she had been sent.
Her mind flipped through the women she knew... Tyrande? The woman was married to Malfurion. She would never... The Archon? Bastion's bustiest blue bitch would probably serve, she thought. And so, Calia pulled her robes down over her cock, a wet spot immediately appearing at the tip of that huge bulge. It was hard enough that strapping it to her thigh would make walking impossible. And, so, she walked from her room towards the heavenly realms of Bastion.
Behind her, a trail of precum.
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Calia hopped off the anima wyrm she'd taken to travel to Bastion, watching as the serpentine creature flew off into the sky. Before her, endless fields of golden wheat swayed in a gentle, ethereal breeze. Castles of white stone floated among puffy white clouds, as other similar structures dotted the divine landscape below. Through the air soared winged beings, their angelic wings carrying them to and fro.
That sight alone would have caused any mortal to stop and stare in amazement, for such was the beauty of Bastion.
Yet, Calia had not come to admire the vistas, for her cock ached still for the warm, wet cunts of Bastion's inhabitants, and for one in particular. She knew that she would have no difficulty claiming the buxom whores of this realm, for despite their outwardly holy appearances, angels were sexual deviants of the highest order, and would lose their minds over a cock as colossal as Calia's.
Calia, however, would not settle for the realm's chaff.
And so, the priestess walked towards the mightiest of the skybound castles, knowing she would find Kyrestia, the Archon, within. Her cock, hard as marble, kept leaking precum incessantly upon the ground, leaving behind fat wet spots wherever it fell. Every step caused the blonde's huge tits to bounce and wobble about within her lacy white bra, those monumental orbs almost as distracting as the insane bulge she sported in the front of those white robes.
The walk itself was a long one, though not arduous, for Bastion was a peaceful realm. And as Calia followed the path through a forest of massive, silvery flowers, she briefly forgot
why
she'd come here in the first place. Not for long, however, for the incessant throbbing of her fat slab of she-dick quickly brought her back to that reality, to the fact that she might lose her mind if she didn't empty her balls - and soon.
Her steps carried her hurriedly through the stone paths, and she found herself glad of that, for her heels would have made navigating dirt paths a nightmare.
That stone path eventually led Calia to a small stone structure of pure white stone at the heart of the forest-like area, and the woman briefly considered taking a rest there, for her feet were not quite used to walking such distances. But her cock demanded attention, demanded satisfaction, and so she thought better of it and kept walking through the structure.
Was she even on the right path? Why had she not simply asked the anima wyrm to bring her directly to Elysian Hold?
Calia huffed impatiently, though her frustrations soon bounced from her mind when she came face to face with a wall of soft, wobbling... titflesh?
The priestess blinked and took a step back, looking up at the owner of said tits, for she knew of only one person who had a chest so absolutely oversized. So preoccupied by the sight of those gargantuan fuckpillows was Calia that she hadn't even registered what the woman was saying.
Tyrande Whisperwind stared down at Calia with a scowl, arms crossed beneath her mountainous elven udders. When she noticed that Calia was not paying attention to her, she cleared her throat. As if struck by lightning the blonde priestess was pulled from her titty-induced stupor to look up at the source of the sound.
