Dark Proposal Ch. 02

"Do your worst."

It was an open challenge, issued like a general commands a soldier. In this moment Sylvanas wanted nothing more than to be fucked stupid by the colossal worgen. Not long had the words left her mouth when Nick's long, rough tongue sent a shiver down her spine. He lapped at her dripping pussy like a thirsty dog, sending Sylvanas into a fit as she gasped and squealed. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered wildly and she pushed back against her lover's invading tongue, desperate for more. The worgen, satisfied with her taste and eager to rut her, got into position behind her. His enormous shaft rubbed up against her sloppy cunt and her feminine abs, causing the elf to inhale sharply as another bolt of excitement shot up her spine. A furred hand pushed down on her upper back. It was forceful but not violent, and Sylvanas submitted to the gesture, laying down with her ass high in the air and her large breasts pressed against the bed.

With one hand locked around the banshee's thin waist and the other around his cock, Nick lined himself up with her pussy and slammed it home. Sylvanas' head shot up, her eyes wide as saucers. An undignified grunt burst from her lips and without thinking she moved to get back up onto her forearms. She was immediately pushed back down and made no further attempt to get up. The butterflies in her stomach disappeared and in their place was that of an explosion. Her body shook, her thick booty jiggled and her ears snapped back against her head as she came around the worgen's cock. Stars flashed in her eyes and her feminine juices squirted out onto the bed, dirtying the sheets even further. Just one thrust of the worgen's cock was all it took to reduce Sylvanas to that of a quivering mess and just one harsh slap on the ass was all it took to bring her back to her senses. Still balls deep within the elf, her lover spoke for the first time since transforming.

"Been that long, eh?" Nick's voice came out as a growl thanks to his feral transformation. Finding the Dark Lady's squeezable ass simply irresistable, he kept one furry hand on it after spanking it so he could grip and knead at it.

"Just fuck me," Sylvanas barked, voice shaky as she recovered from her mind blowing orgasm. Her long ears slowly returned to their normal positions as if they had a mind of their own.

Face down ass up and still twitching from her orgasm as she was, Sylvanas was not very intimidating. Never-the-less, Nick obliged her. Pulling back so that only his bulbous cockhead remained inside of her, he went back in for round two. This time Sylvanas was prepared for every inch of the worgen's massive cock, but even though she steeled herself she couldn't help but let out a vulgar grunt when it came knocking against her cervix. A few more toe curling thrusts came in quick succession, almost bringing the elf to another quaking orgasm had she not already acclimated to his powerful cock. Sylvanas gritted her teeth and buried her face in the sheets, letting out a husky moan as the worgen rutted into her like a wild animal. He was the alpha and she was the bitch, but that's exactly how she liked it. She had even asked for it. His manhood filled her utterly and stretched her purple pussy more than it had been in a very long time.

"I see now why Lady Proudmoore fancies this mutt," she thought. It was hard to concentrate or form words with her worgen lover working her pussy like a jackhammer. Another harsh slap—this one more akin to a strike—left a searing handprint on her right ass cheek. She lifted her head and glared back at him, annoyed that she enjoyed him spanking her so much.

Nick paid no heed to the Dark Lady's heated gaze and instead opted to take further control over the situation. His left hand reached forward and bundled her silvery-blonde locks together, only a few wisps of hair managing to slip through his sharp claws. He yanked backwards as if pulling on the reigns of a horse, forcing Sylvanas' head back and upwards at an awkward angle. She grunted fiercely and gripped tightly the sheets of her bed, not at all seeming to mind the rough treatment. In fact she seemed to enjoy it, her pussy squeezing tighter around his cock as she was manhandled. Sylvanas remained laid out submissively before the worgen, tits smooshed against the bed and her ass raised high in the air. Nick's hips beat a steady rhythm against her, the "plap plap plap" sound of that thick elven booty smacking into him music to his furry ears. Gazing down, the sight of her sexy body was a sight for sore eyes.The Dark Lady's back muscles were rock hard, sweaty and tensed up like a strung bow as she withstood the beast's assault upon her body. Every thrust sent waves rippling across her delicious blueberry butt and her normally pristine cheeks were marred by light scratches and handprints.

"That's it," she snarled. "Destroy my pussy!" Sylvanas' sharp elven fangs were bared as she happily took all of the punishment the worgen could dish out. For a queen she certainly liked it rough.

Nick didn't need to be told twice. He wanted nothing more than to fuck Sylvanas until she could no longer walk straight and judging by her shaking legs and sopping cunt he was doing a superb job of it. In his frenzy he couldn't help but drool onto her back as he drilled into her but she made no indication that she cared or even noticed. Reaffirming that he was in control, Nick used the makeshift reins of her hair to shake her blonde head from side to side, testing the limits of what he was allowed to get away with. Sylvanas grunted but said nothing. She was absolutely content with being treated like a common whore so long as she was fucked like one. Realizing this, Nick pulled back hard on her silky locks and in one mind shattering thrust slammed it into the Banshee Queen's helpless cunt. A moan more akin to a shout burst out of her mouth and past her violet lips. Immediately pulling out for a second thrust, Nick relaxed his hold on her hair before once again yanking backwards and filling her full of dick. Another moan louder than the last was knocked out of her and her nails shredded the bedding she was clutching at like a life raft. Sylvanas' tight elven pussy wasn't made for such a monstrous cock and despite her best efforts a third and final thrust sent her eyes rocketing straight up into her head. A passionate screech pierced through the air and assaulted his ears. It wasn't one of her normal banshee screams designed to kill but it was painful none-the-less. He growled in pain but didn't let go of her hair until she was finally finished cumming on his dick and spraying her juices all over the sheets again. Without his support her head dropped back down onto the bed and her red eyes rolled back down from within her skull shortly after. Her eyes foggy and her well fucked body lifeless save for the occasional post-orgasmic twitch, Nick gave her ass another blistering slap to snap her back to reality. She would be no fun half-conscious.

"I'm not finished yet," he growled. His hands gripped her ass possessively, claws pricking her skin and unintentionally drawing droplets of blood.

Sylvanas cleared her throat and repositioned herself on her forearms for more stability, her back still arched and her ass presented like an offering.

"Proceed," she said, her voice calm and regal as if she hadn't just came her brains out moments prior. Her pussy was still stuffed full of worgen cock and she eagerly pushed back against his furry hips. She was hungry for more.

Nick was impressed, the Dark Lady took dick exceptionally well. Most women would be too sore or too tired to continue but here she was wiggling her ass and practically begging for more. It made sense at least, her body was toned and yet deliciously curvy in all the right places. Sylvanas Windrunner was built for sex, she knew it and now so did he.

Wasting no further time, Nick moved his hands up from the Banshee Queen's thick booty and grabbed her by the hips, locking his thumbs within her dimples of Venus. With a few quick thrusts, the worgen got back to work conquering Sylvanas' snug pussy. Moans immediately graced his ears, and the more he fucked her the more intense they became. Another half dozen thrusts and she cried out a curse in a language he didn't understand—Thalassian presumably. The profanity continued as he pounded her pussy and stretched it to the shape of his massive shaft. Her insides clung to him and struggled to wring his cock like one might wring a wet rag. More unintelligible elven babble spilled from her lips. He briefly relaxed his hold on her waist and landed a series of ear cracking spanks on her behind, his left hand still on her waist and grinding her onto his dick. Sylvanas grunted, the pleasure in her loins making it hard to admonish him. Then again, did she really want to?

"You beast," she hissed. It sounded like more of a compliment than anything.

"That's better," he replied, finally understanding the words coming out of her mouth.

Nick returned both hands to her hips and resumed dicking down the blue elf. Her booty clapped and jiggled against him and his thumbs on her dimples framed every rippling wave along her ass like a picture. The Banshee Queen's pussy worked his cock just as he worked her, struggling to milk him for all he was worth. He could only last so long however, and he felt himself getting closer and closer to release. His knot swelled, slowly growing larger until it knocked unexpectantly against Sylvanas' dripping cunt. Her eyes narrowed and then widened when she realized what it was. Of course he had a knot, it only made sense. She licked her juicy lips in anticipation, almost—but not quite—ashamed that she was so looking forward to being knotted.

The worgen's knot beat against Sylvanas' pussy, teasing her clit and making her moan like a true bitch in heat. It grew larger and larger, and with every thrust Sylvanas hoped he would slam it into her. She longed for it secretly but said nothing to her impressive lover. Nick on the other hand wasn't in a rush. The Banshee Queen would be knotted but not before he was good and ready. In the meantime she would have to deal with the tantalizing pleasure of having it slap against her sweltering pussy. He didn't think she would mind very much.

And so they continued like animals, Nick rutting into her until the veiled sun dipped into the horizon. He was like a machine, designed only to please this beautiful elven queen lying in submission before him. Yet in reality he spared not a thought towards her pleasure or anything else for that matter. He acted on instinct alone, fucking her with a primal force that curled her toes and caused her body to shake with orgasm after orgasm. Sylvanas was largely the same, her mind a foggy mess devoid of coherent thought. The worgen had already fucked her brains out long ago, and so she laid with her head down, bright red eyes shining in the darkening room as she listened to the sounds of her body being used. Ages past without a word being spoken and yet the room was anything but silent. Nick's haggard panting, Sylvanas' lustful moans, the clap of her ass and the wet slapping of his knot against her well fucked pussy turned the former Ranger-General's room into what sounded like a whorehouse. It was enough to make a priestess blush—or to make a preening raven perched on the balcony take off with a squawk after hearing a husky, long drawn out moan from the befuddled Dark Lady. The expensive red bedding within reach of her sharp nails was shredded and torn to pieces, a victim of her sex crazed hysteria. Her platinum hair, usually silky and prim under her hood, was in disarray. It fell out of place around her, tangled and obscuring her face. Strands of it clung to her back, sticky with the worgen's saliva that he had been inadvertently raining down upon her since they began.

Sylvanas had complimented Nick's stamina before, but she was even more impressed now. She didn't know if it was the man or his "curse" but he was unrelenting in his assault upon her body. The thrusts never ceased as her lover drilled what must have been miles of dick into her oversexed body. She didn't know how many times she had came. Hell, she didn't have the capacity to even keep track anymore. The knot smacking against her had ensured that much. For a thousand years she had slept in this room like normal and now here she was getting pounded by some kind of enormous wolf man on the very bed she used to sleep in. The thought almost made her laugh as Nick treated her to another helping of worgen dick. It had been decades since she had slept, but from what she could recall this certainly beat sleeping.

A predatory growl erupted from Nick as he gazed down at the Banshee Queen's body like she was prey. She was drenched in sweat and, thanks to him, had lacerations as well as hand prints all over the thick blue cheeks of her ass. Her elven pussy clung to him like a wet shirt, lips stretched around his shaft as her body struggled to milk the cum from his cock. Sylvanas Windrunner didn't look very regal, but if there was a queenly way to have sex she knew not of it. Occasionally she would throw her ass back against him, fucking herself on his manhood until Nick decided she had had enough control and held her still so he could get back to work rutting into her like an animal. She liked a man who took what he wanted.

Nick was reaching his limit. Worgen or not his stamina—and his patience—were not unlimited. His bright red knot swelled to it's largest size possible and it finally threatened to push into her. Sylvanas was nothing but delighted when she felt it's bulk push into her.

"Is this what you want?" Nick's gravely voice boomed behind her.

"Yeees!" Her response came out as a desperate groan.

"You want to be my bitch?" His hands found purchase on her ass again, squeezing her cheeks and spreading them so he could view her violet colored asshole, pristine and unused.

"Yes! Make me your bitch! Fucking knot me!" Sylvanas was practically delirious as she begged. Not a good look for the Dark Lady, but thankfully no one was watching.

If Sylvanas was delirious then Nick was rabid. He wanted nothing more than to fill her elven womb full of spunk, and so in one mighty thrust he slammed the entirety of his knot into her sweltering pussy. Nick howled as he at last knotted the fearsome Banshee Queen. His hands squeezed her booty tight as he unloaded his balls within her, flooding her womb and the entirety of her sweltering hole. Sylvanas shrieked as he did this, her head buried in the sheets so as to muffle herself. Her banshee screams could be fatal and she had no desire to injure her superb lover. A flock of crows on a nearby tree took flight at the noise, and a dark, ghostly mist surrounded her as a powerful orgasm rocked her body. She tried to hold back her banshee form and as a result the mist wasn't as thick as normal, but in the midst of a rapturous orgasm it was hard to control herself. Her body convulsed as she squirted onto the bed, long elven ears flat against the sides of her head. Sylvanas felt like she was going to pass out from the pleasure that was coursing through her body like electricity. She remained conscious however, though her legs felt numb around her thick thighs.

Other than her involuntary shaking, the Dark Lady didn't move an inch. She remained with her face buried in the beautiful red sheets, mind blank and content with allowing Nick to pump her full of every last drop of his potent cum. He filled her up completely, sighing contentedly and admiring his handiwork. The queen of the Forsaken had challenged him to do his worst and now she lie face down, knotted and fucked stupid. He was proud of himself and he had a good feeling that she was too.

They basked in their post orgasmic state, quiet and unmoving. Neither had many thoughts other than how great the other was. Sylvanas dearly hoped he would accept her proposal. She could use more of this in her life, or unlife as it were.

"So," the Dark Lady finally broke the silence, her head turned so as to look back at the worgen playing with her ass like a child played with toys. "How long are we to be attached like this for?"

"About half an hour, give or take."

"A small price to pay, I suppose." She let out a sigh before changing the subject. "Have you given any thought to my proposal?"

Nick scratched his head as he pondered the question. The letter Anya had given him spoke as if he would constantly be on her beck and call with little freedom of his own. For someone as free spirited as himself, being joined at the hip to someone was a bit of a deal breaker. Then again—his eyes drifted down to admire the gorgeous elf beneath him—the benefits of such an arrangement were certainly tempting. Sylvanas could practically hear the gears turning in his head.

"I don't want to be your servant," he finally replied after careful deliberation.

"A servant? I can assure you I have no need of a servant. Think of it as a partnership—a mutually beneficial relationship. You will accompany me wherever I go, be it Lordaeron, Quel'thalas or even Orgrimmar, that is all."

"And fuck?" It was an important question.

"Of course." She looked amused, as if surprised the question even needed to be asked. "And your autonomy will be your own."

"If it is as you say and I am free to do as I please, then I accept your proposal." Nick couldn't see the harm in having the Banshee Queen as a fuck buddy and there was no cause for her to deceive him. After all, his worth to her lied solely within the knot currently buried inside of her cum filled pussy.

"I'm glad." Her ears perked up slightly upon hearing his response. She wasn't lying, it would be a shame to have such a valuable asset slip through her fingers.

"You make it hard to say no." Nick chuckled, an odd sound coming from a giant wolf man. Stuck as he was within the elf, he preoccupied himself by playing with her thoroughly abused rear end. Sylvanas didn't mind, it had been ages since she had been dicked down so exquisitely and, with her proposal accepted, there would be a lot more where that came from. And so she let him have his fun, resting her head on her arms with her eyes closed. His claws left more scratches on her but she ignored the pain—the lacerations would heal, it wasn't an issue. Occasionally the worgen tried to disengage from her, his knot pulling on her insides and causing her loins to tingle anew.

"By the time it's out I'll be ready for more," Sylvanas mused to herself, biting her lip as Nick tugged backwards again.

A valuable asset indeed.