Dark Proposal Ch. 01

The cloaked figure of one of Sylvanas Windrunner's dark ranger's strode along a cobbled pathway that led up to a rather ordinary looking Sin'dorei home. From an elven viewpoint it was average, but by the Horde's spikey standards it was nothing short of extravagant. The undead elf pulled her hood down further to shield her eyes from the blinding midday sun, ducking her head low until she finally reached the doorstep of the house. She lightly tapped on the door and waited a moment before tapping again, this time more loudly. She heard some rustling inside accompanied by multiple different voices.

"No wait, don't answer the door!" The hushed voice of a woman barely registered in her long ears before the door opened. She was greeted by a large worgen with black fur and a scar along the top of his head which extended down over his right eye. More pressing, however, was the fact that he was naked with his rock hard shaft pointed right at her.

"I see why the mistress sent me here," she thought before reaching into her bag and pulling out a missive.

"I am dark ranger Anya. I have been instructed by the Banshee Queen to deliver this to you." Anya was blunt in her approach and held out the letter for him to take. Her eyes flicked past the man and peered inside the house where two women of her own kind—albeit living—peeked suspiciously back at her.

The naked worgen, Nick Nightfall, blinked and accepted the letter. Before he could reply or even open it Anya turned around and began to make her way back along the cobbled path from whence she came.

"I'll be waiting by the gate," was all she said, her black cloak fluttering behind her.

Nick sliced open the letter with one sharp claw and began to read it even as an equally naked woman from inside the house grabbed hold of his arm and pulled at him. He ignored the horny elf and kept reading. It was a short but intriguing letter and by the time Nick was finished reading it he couldn't help but grin.

"Fetch me my pants, will you?"

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A crunch split through the silent Ghostlands air as Anya dismounted her undead horse. Beneath her leather boots crackled the dead leaves of the once majestic Quel'thalas forest, now just a lifeless reminder of her people's bloody history. She looked up at their destination, Windrunner Spire. Once the majestic home of the Windrunner family, it was now in ruins and, like all of the other settlements in the Ghostlands, empty save for the occasional undead shambling about.

"This is the place, eh?"

Anya glanced over at her traveling partner. The worgen was currently in his human form but had traveled in his feral form, leaping alongside her boney horse and snapping at any nearby undead that approached.

"This is the place," she repeated.

They made their way up a dilapidated pathway, stepping over a number of undead corpses along the way. Three tall spires cast long eerie shadows over them and the landscape but neither seemed phased as they continued their approach. When they finally stood at the base of these shadows Anya stepped inside the building and motioned for the worgen to follow. The inside of the abandoned estate was dark save for the occasional candle and peek of dull sunlight through broken windows. As the dark ranger led him through twisted hallways and empty rooms he could tell that this was truly a house befitting nobility. Despite the cobwebs, cracks in the walls and despite even the random bloodstain here and there, the Windrunner home was largely intact. The undead kept away hopeful looters, and the shambling scourge had no use for worldly possessions. As such family portraits still clung to faded walls and expensive kitchenware sat behind dusty glass shelves. The house was large, but eventually he was led up a spiral staircase and into a spacious room.

Standing across the room on the balcony was the one who summoned him. She stood like a statue, staring across the gloomy landscape with her cloak swaying gently in the breeze. The dim sunshine, which appeared more like moonlight, illuminated the room save for it's dusty corners and cast the elf's shadow across the floor. Whether she was reminiscing or plotting not even Anya knew, but the Dark Lady made no effort to acknowledge their presence.

"I've brought him as you requested, mistress." Anya dipped her head slightly as Sylvanas finally turned around, giving Nick his first real look at her.

She had sharp elven features and though she was undead her beauty suffered not for it. Her eyes flared bright red and the well lit room allowed him to get a good look at her tight abs. Though she was unfortunately clothed, her armor did little to hide the thickness of her thighs and her exceptionally stacked chest. Her eyes flickered to him momentarily before shifting back to her underling. In the short time they were focused upon him, her burning eyes almost seemed to lack irises and it was as if her gaze came from something far behind. Eerie but oddly beautiful, he noted.

"Good work. Make sure we aren't disturbed, the undead here are relentless." Her voice was ghostly but not unpleasant.

Nick's traveling companion departed with a nod of her head, now apparently tasked with cleaning up the nearby undead. With her departure Sylvanas' gaze once more fixated upon the tall human.

"If you're here I presume you found my proposal agreeable?" She spoke again with that ethereal voice of hers, this time addressing him directly.

"Agreeable yes, but I wanted to iron out some details. You were a tad vague regarding the specifics of the arrangement."

"I see. You want to iron me—," Sylvanas smiled as she purposefully misspoke. "Pardon me, you want to iron out the details with me. Very well, I don't have a problem with that."

Sylvanas finally stepped off the balcony and into the room, swaying her hips and strutting her stuff as she walked towards him.

"I'm curious as well. My spies tell me your meetings with Miss Proudmoore are rather... heated. Care to explain?"

"I can explain or I can show you, which would you prefer?" Nick gripped his belt buckle, a normally innocent gesture but in this context anything but.

"Let's see then." The Dark Lady gave him permission with a wave of the hand, eager to see what pleased Jaina Proudmoore so.

Once given the go-ahead, the man wasted no time ridding himself of his trousers and revealing himself to the former Ranger-General. Nick wasn't shy and he was more than confident in his manhood. Even Sylvanas with her no doubt vast experience with members of the Horde couldn't help but raise an impressed eyebrow as she eyed his semi-flaccid cock.

"You're uncharacteristically large for a human. Then again, you're more than just an ordinary human aren't you?" Her spectral voice was laced with curiosity and even a hint of teasing. "I wonder if it gets bigger when you transform..."

"You'll have to wait and find out," he replied, shamelessly ogling her bulging breastplate.

"Then I suppose it's only fair that I reciprocate." Sylvanas wasn't shy either and her confidence was second to none. She took great pride in her assets which is why her breastplate soon dropped to the ground with a metallic clang. Her sharp, clawlike gauntlets soon followed behind. Large breasts now freed from their confinement, the Dark Lady stood once more like a statue. Dignified and with her chest pushed out, she gave the human an eyeful of her big blue tits. They were symmetrical and despite their great size only had the slightest hint of sag. Elven beauty was well known, but Sylvanas had hit the jackpot and she knew it. She allowed for a few seconds of intense ogling before she crossed her arms and spoke up.

"Surely you want to do more than just look?" Her breasts looked even bigger now that she was pushing them up with her arms and Nick found it hard to look away.

"A lot more," he replied, eyes darting up and down.

Sylvanas cracked a subtle smile and motioned towards a large ivory bed with red sheets and pillows. It was probably the only thing in the house not coated with a layer of dust.

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable?"

Nick obliged without hesitation. He peeled his shirt off and tossed it to the ground next to his pants before hopping onto the bed and laying down. He had never been so ready to get his dick sucked and his eyes lit up when Sylvanas crawled onto the bed. Her tits swung like pendulums as she crept towards him and eventually laid between his legs. She inspected his cock like an expert appraising an artifact, her face mere inches from his hardening shaft.

"It's convenient that you were in Quel'thalas," she remarked, wrapping a hand around his cock. Sylvanas glanced up at the man and gave his manhood a stroke, twisting it as she did so. "I thought I would have to wait weeks, if not months but here you are..."

With her still hooded head sideways in his lap, Nick could practically feel her breath on his cock. Sylvanas' languid strokes made him rock hard in no time at all. Her elven hand was small but skilled and it stimulated him to no end. With every long stroke up his cock her thumb massaged his flared cockhead, teasing him and eventually wringing out the first few drops of delectable precum. This made the Dark Lady's face light up and she immediately used her thumb to draw it into her mouth.

"A preamble to the real prize," she murmured before repositioning herself so that she could take him into her mouth.

The human was large and would prompt hesitation from most women but Sylvanas cared not. She went down on him with gusto, first giving him a lick from base to tip before wrapping her plush lips around his head. The taste of his cock excited her and she continued further, easily deepthroating him until her lips pressed firmly against his groin. Nick moaned and Sylvanas purred, both thoroughly enjoying their arrangement. Her tongue wiggled like a snake as she remained glued to his cock, savoring the taste like one might a fine wine. When she was through showing off her unnatural blowjob skills, the Dark Lady made a sloppy show of pulling herself off of the dick lodged down her throat. Slurping and sucking as she did so, it eventually escaped her mouth with a pop.

"I bet Proudmoore can't do that." Sylvanas smirked and continued where she left off. She gave Nick's cock a tongue-bath before devouring it again with a pleased "Mmm." This time, however, she took a more proactive approach. Her head bobbed up and down within the man's lap at an unbreakable pace, the lewd sounds of her squelching saliva egging the man on and driving him closer to release. The cold and calculating Banshee Queen sucked cock like an expensive whore and they both loved it. Nick couldn't tell just yet, but she was already wet and eager to take her new lover for a spin.

Sylvanas leaned back, suckling on the human's cockhead and gazing up at him with her piercing red eyes. She smiled and tongued at his urethra a bit, eliciting a well earned groan from the man. Apparently eager for more than just cock, she ducked her head lower and began tending to his balls. Her tongue explored every inch of Nick's balls, enjoying the masculine flavor of his sack. In a mere few seconds the elf had utterly coated his nuts in her saliva but she was not yet finished. Sylvanas drew one tasty orb into her mouth and sucked on it before alternating to the other. One hand reached up to stroke his shaft as she lapped and sucked on his balls, pressuring him to erupt and finally reward her for her efforts. Thankfully under her expert ministrations the cum hungry Sylvanas didn't have to wait very long.

With a moan and a roared "I'm cumming!" Nick's saliva slicked balls finally burst. Not want to miss her prize, the Dark Lady immediately lifted herself up and took his length back into her mouth. She made it just in time. A deluge of hot jizz flowed onto her tongue and squirted down her throat. Sylvanas purred around his shaft like a kitten with milk, swallowing it all and sucking for more until the source sadly dried up. Always one to practice proper etiquette, she made sure to suck his cock clean until there wasn't a drop of sperm left on his shaft. Sylvanas was satisfied, but only momentarily.

"You know what you're doing with that tongue, don't you?" Nick laughed. Who knew the Banshee Queen gave such good head?

Sylvanas turned away from him and sat on the edge of the bed as she began to strip herself of the rest of her armor. From this angle he could see her taut back muscles as well as her well endowed chest peeking out from either side of her. It was clear that her time as Ranger-General did not just sculpt her abs but the rest of her body as well. She had the curves of a woman and the muscles of a warrior. When she turned back around to face him she was fully naked with a mischievous smirk on her face.

"Still hard... I expected nothing less."

"There's no way I'd be satisfied with just a blowjob," Nick replied whilst stroking his saliva covered cock and admiring the elf's shapely body.

"Not all men have such stamina," she said appreciatively.

Sylvanas leaned back on her hands and extended her legs until one of her small feet touched his manhood. She pressed down on his cock until it lay flat against his stomach, toes wiggling and testing his patience as she teased him. Nick wanted so badly to get up and pound that elven pussy into the sheets but he withheld the urge until he got a better read on the deadly leader. Sylvanas grinned wickedly as she stroked him with her foot. Normally she wouldn't be dragging things out longer than need be but she had a feeling her cruelty would pay off later. The bottom of her blue foot was soon sticky with pre-cum and so she gave his throbbing cock one last stroke before sliding up his body and straddling him. With her ass in his lap and his erect cock pressing against her moist slit the Banshee Queen gazed down at him hungrily.

"I'm going to ride you until that beast inside of you comes out."

Sylvanas lifted herself up and grabbed hold of the man's cock, guiding it to her entrance before slowly lowering herself down upon it. She bit her lip gently and vented out her frustrations with one long moan. At last she was getting the dick she craved. The Dark Lady took every delicious inch and then wasted no time bouncing herself on top of his cock like a mad woman. Every downwards slam caused her abs to bulge outwards with the shape of her lover's big cock and her fat tits jiggled uncontrollably. Nick couldn't help but gawk at them, the big blue orbs acting as an eye magnet for his horny gaze. Bouncing in his lap like this, for the first time Sylvanas towered over him and she enjoyed the change in perspective. Her red eyes peered down at the human, relishing not only in her own pleasure but the pleasure reflected by the contortions in his face as she pumped her ass down onto him.

The area, normally deathly silent, was now inundated with the lewd sounds of their love making. If not for Sylvanas' dark rangers on cleanup duty, their moans and the sounds of flesh on flesh would have no doubt caught the attention of nearby undead. Thankfully they were free to fuck to their heart's content and the Dark Lady planned on doing exactly that. Deciding to put on a show, she grabbed one of her flailing tits and squeezed it before bringing it to her mouth and sucking on her own purple-blue nipple. She smiled and grinded her crotch against his as she did this, her pussy dripping nectar and stretched by every inch of Nick's cock.

"You're too fucking tight, even for an elf," he growled, a hint of his other self in his voice.

"Still not ready to let it out? I can hear it in your voice, begging to be released," the banshee teased.

Sylvanas stretched like a cat and ran her hand down her tight stomach, feeling the bump of his cock against her insides as she continued to ride him. Desiring a change of pace however, the Dark Lady spun herself atop him so that she was riding in reverse. Nick was greeted by the sight of her thick blue booty and toned back muscles which flexed as she moved. Picking up where she left off, Sylvanas leaned forward and gripped his legs before slamming herself home upon his cock. Her ass jiggled on impact against him and an uncharacteristically cute "Oh!" escaped her lips which made her glad to be facing away from the man. Pretending like it didn't happen, Sylvanas got to work fucking herself on Nick's pleasing shaft. Her ass clapped against him as she took him to the hilt with every bounce, her tight elven pussy driving him mad and thoroughly testing his limits. That blueberry ass of hers was just begging for some attention and so he reached forward to grip and knead at one of her jiggling cheeks before giving it a light slap. The Dark Lady purred in appreciation and pressed herself against him, gyrating her hips as she ground her pussy onto his cock. Nick gave her booty another slap, this time harder, which sent a rippling wave across her bubble butt.

"Such a bad boy," Sylvanas cooed. Her feminine juices flowed freely, coating Nick's groin and staining the bedsheets, a testament to just how thirsty the Banshee Queen truly was.

"Just how long are you going to keep me waiting?"

"The wait makes it better, trust me." Nick replied through gritted teeth.

The Dark Lady pursed her lips and inclined herself forward, allowing the human's big cock to slowly slip free until only the head remained. Peering over her shoulder at him, Sylvanas bit her lip and pushed her fat ass back against him once more. This time she fucked him slowly so she could both savor every meaty inch and hopefully encourage her lover to take things into his own hands—preferably clawed hands at that.

"Is this good for you?" Sylvanas' bright red eyes gazed into his, her face a portrait of feigned innocence and an ever so slight smile on her lips.

Her ass thumped back against him at a snail's pace and it was quickly frustrating Nick. Queen of the Forsaken or not, he was tired of this haughty elf pushing his buttons. Placing his hand on her lower back, he pushed her down and forced her to pick up the pace. An excited smile crept onto Sylvanas' face, her head now lowered and her wispy blonde hair obscuring her features. This wasn't enough, not for either of them. The hand on her lower back seemed to grow, and she could feel sharp nails push against her skin as the hand moved to grasp her by the waist. The Dark Lady knew what happened before she even turned her head to face him. At last she was going to get what she desired. In the blink of an eye Sylvanas was picked up and forced onto her hands and knees. She was ecstatic and quickly eased into the position, spreading her legs and supporting herself on her forearms.

Looking back, she locked eyes with the hulking worgen positioned behind her. The reason she summoned the man now stood behind her like a sex god, radiating sexual energy that caused butterflies to fill her stomach. Though physically different, she could tell just from it's eyes that it was Nick and not just some crazed beast. Black fur covered his muscular body and though they were of similar height moments prior, he now easily towered over her. His manhood, already large before, was now massive even by the Dark Lady's standards. She often satisfied herself with orcs or tauren but whether or not it was the angle she gazed from or the fire burning within her loins, to Sylvanas it seemed like the biggest she had ever seen. With a lick of the lips and an instinctual push of her ass towards the worgen, she ducked her head.

"Do your worst."