Forbidden Heat Ch. 03

Nick rode Sylvanas' ass with casual ease, taking his time and drawing it out, savoring the moment, his hips delivering smooth and leisurely strokes that earned him a plentitude of low, spectral moans, each of which sounded as sweet as honey to his ears.

As he fucked her he kept his hands firmly planted on her hips, admiring the way her body seemed perfectly crafted for his enjoyment. It wasn't of course, but he thanked whatever gods were out there for putting him--and her--in this position. Going balls-deep in the Banshee Queen's backside was a dream come true. Nothing else compared. She gave it as good as she got it, like an unbreakable fucktoy beneath him, the muscles of her back severely pronounced as they strained, her big tits visible from the back while they swayed to the beat of his thrusts. In-between her bubbly ass cheeks, her little hole gaped provocatively, reshaped by the colossal slab of pulsating red cock sliding in and out of it.

Her asshole ate him up like it couldn't get enough, quivering in anticipation for the next stroke. Deep, steady, he gave her next after next after next, slowly losing his patience while she purred into the blankets. Day-old claw marks drew his attention to her ass cheeks. Plump, blue, and undergirded by muscle, Sylvanas' ass frequently suffered his animalistic abuse. Today was no different. Taking a good handful of one of her round cheeks, he squeezed it, hard, and added a few more fresh claw marks to it.

Maybe it was the tiny beads of blood, or the fact that she hadn't screamed in a hot minute, but he'd had just about enough of slow and steady. His blood began to boil with power laced with lust, and he knew just the banshee to take it out on.

Positioning himself on top of her like an oversized dog atop an undersized slut, he began a devastatingly ferocious cadence of thrusts, beating her ass and jam-packing it full of rock-hard cock. Long, thick, and more than enough for a degenerate queen drunk on dick.

Her moans picked up immediately. He grabbed her roughly by the hair and yanked, pulling on her long ghostly tresses and hoisting her head up off the bed. The muscles in her back strained and undulated as her spine curved and bowed. A shot of pain spiked through her, the heavy weight of his enormous body pressing down on her; her ass shook with the brutality of his thrusts, but she nevertheless opened her mouth in a rapturous scream, agonizingly sweet.

Nick humped her like a furry lightning bolt, wickedly fast and exceptionally powerful, crouched over her with the intention of doing as much damage as possible. A mass of dark fur in a dark room over a Dark Lady who groaned and huffed and took great pleasure in the way her ass was being pounded. He stuffed, packed, and crammed her big booty full of cock. Fucked it, owned it, dominated it, beat it into submission and made her cum over and over again, her juices drooling messily onto the sheets. His strokes were short but deep, giving her everything he had, every mind-jarringly thick inch.

No more words left her lips now, Thalassian or otherwise, only erotic moans and thoroughly pleased outbursts that flowed inharmoniously into one another. He kept a tight grip on her hair, tugging on the makeshift ponytail so that her long ears were right next to his long muzzle. Growls thundered in her ears, vicious, desperate, and his hot breath feathered over her skin.

"Gonna knot you," he rumbled, nuzzling against her and licking her ear, feeling her body tremble beneath him.

She responded with a needy groan and a wiggle of her hips. His manhood plowed into her with more focus and purpose than before, his knot tapping, knocking, and unsuccessfully seeking entry into her hole. It wasn't always easy, but primal determination drove him, and only a short few seconds later he took the entire plunge, pushing through and sinking both cock and knot inside of her ass.

A throaty cry ripped itself from her, eclipsed only by the clear, wolfish howl of a man enjoying the fruits of his labor. His cock was buried so far inside of her it felt like it had lodged itself in her throat, a massive, pulsing beast spewing ejaculate, filling her ass with a small ocean of baby batter while his knot swelled to the size of a large apple, stretching her to the utmost limit.

Sylvanas kept trembling, her lush body rocked by blissful paroxysms that shook her to the core. He let go of her hair and she dipped her head low, purring lustfully, grinding her big ass back into him while he simultaneously grinded his pelvis into her. Relishing their heinous coupling.

The amount of jizz he shot into her equaled if not exceeded his previous load, leaving her double-stuffed with an abundance of hot, sticky worgen seed that bubbled and churned inside both of her well-fucked holes.

Spent, they collapsed onto the bed, his huge body covering hers like a hairy blanket. They were bound together now, and stuck as she was, Sylvanas made no effort to climb out from under him. Gradually, he fell asleep, lulled by the snug warmth of her ass wrapped around his cock.

When he awoke from his nap Sylvanas was absent from both bed and home. Stretching, he got out of bed, freshened up, threw on his pants and then padded downstairs. The provisions that had been in the carriage were on the dining table now, and, feeling ravenous after expending so much energy, he eagerly helped himself to a tasty hunk of cheese and cured meat. After eating, he explored Windrunner Spire inside and out, going from room to room and ending up on a platform outside the front of the home that extended over the cliffside. Once you stepped onto it, there was nothing beneath you other than a thin layer of stone and an ocean of water a few hundred feet below. A place to eat or read for fancy elves, or so he figured.

It was here he sat when Sylvanas returned, trailing smoke and landing gracefully on her feet. She wore simple armor typical of a ranger rather than a Ranger-General, all leather with a fur cloak. Designed purely for functionality over aesthetics, it looked old and worn yet appeared fully functional.

"What were you doing?" he asked.

"Hunting," she replied, tossing a small satchel onto the table and taking a seat across from him.

"Find any targets?"

"Too many." She waved a dismissive hand. "Not near us, though. About two miles away."

"Maybe your screams scared them all off."

She shook her head. "The majority of Scourge are mindless. They don't care how loudly I scream." Kicking her legs up on the table, she leaned back and gestured with her chin towards the satchel. "Open it."

He took it and grinned. "Gold?"

Sylvanas scoffed. "I pay you plenty as is."

"True enough," he said, casting his gaze over her long legs then popping open the pouch. There was a necklace inside, silver and covered in bone-white stones. He held it up and looked at her curiously. "Another communication device?"

"Correct, but this one is different." Sylvanas pointed a slender finger at the center stone within the necklace. A rune of smooth, serpentine curves glowed bright blue upon its surface. "That little stone will allow you to teleport to me over any distance."

"Ah, an upgrade." He removed the old necklace and put on the new one. "You planning on sending me away?"

She didn't answer, but he didn't care. He was standing up now, stepping towards her with obvious intent.

"I still have things to discuss with you."

"Fine." His pants dropped and his cock sprung free. It was neither fully hard nor fully extended from its sheath, but it thrummed with masculine virility. A spearhead for a tip and a club for a shaft, it burned a vivid red and pulsed with veins under a veneer of natural lubrication.

Sylvanas turned up her nose and looked at it for a moment, gazing into the eye of the beast. "You are insatiable."

He shrugged.

Slowly, she took her legs off the table and sat up straight before leaning forward and wrapping her pretty lips around it.

At first she only suckled on the tip, tonguing at his slit and caressing him between her lips. But then she delved deeper, swallowing him up greedily, easily, like it was only natural for her to throat such an enormous beast. She went all the way, her mouth gobbling up every inch until her magic trick was complete and the entirety of his monstrous prick had disappeared down her throat.

Pleased, Nick let loose a satisfied sigh and used one of his claws to flip her hood off her head, revealing a cascade of blonde hair. She stared up at him as he did this, and continued to stare even as she massaged him between her lips, bobbing her head slowly, lackadaisically, savoring his manhood with lewd, wet slurps. The taste of him on her tongue energized her, made her hungry though she need not eat, compelled her to moan like a wanton slut as she greedily devoured him, taking her time and enjoying every second of worgen dick sliding down her gullet.

Not an inch escaped her. She gulped down the entirety of his tool like it was nothing, with long bobs of the head that covered the immense length of his manhood, while her mouth stretched to abnormal levels to accommodate his girth. Plump purple lips on red hot cock, leaving a dripping, dribbling, rainfall of drool as she glided over him.

Without blinking or stopping, Sylvanas lazily sucked him off for nearly fifteen minutes before his growing desire prompted him to pull away from her.

"Your turn," he said, tapping his manhood on her forehead.

Helping the Dark Lady to her feet, he watched impatiently as she stripped. She was quick about it, but his libido didn't like to wait.

Once she stood naked in front of him, the light of the sun highlighting her womanly curves, he picked her up, set her on the table, and spread her legs. A little tuft of white hair decorated her mound, and her sex drooled with anticipation. Kneeling, he seized her beneath the knees and held her legs apart as he brought his snout to her, breathing a tantalizing gust of hot air that made her squirm.

Utilizing his long tongue, he lapped at her folds like a dog on water, licking her bare pussy, spreading her, tasting her wetness. Not with little flicks, but with firm contact against her, rubbing the flat of his tongue over every fold, hollow, and crevice. He found her clit, made her gasp and moan as he treated her sensitive nub with sweet, sensual licks that caused her pussy to flutter and ache.

Standing up, he pulled her closer to the table's edge. Sylvanas lay ready and waiting atop the table, legs spread and pussy on display, drooling honey in anticipation of what he intended to do to her. Her face was expressionless, but her eyes were hungry.

Above her delicate sex his manhood dangled ominously, looking altogether too big compared to her little hole. It hung erect like a savage effigy, a pinkish red beast with a thick torso tapering into a thinner head. Inhumanely shaped, inhumanely proficient. Exactly what a sex crazed banshee needed.

Gripping his tool, he slapped it against her pussy, enjoying the slick spattering of wetness that the impact created. For half a minute or so he teased her like this for his own selfish amusement, spanking her needy pussy with his cock, prodding her clit with his sharp tip, sliding it between her folds. Then, after she'd grown agitated and his own patience waned, he lined himself up and prepared to enter her.

In one slow, smooth stroke, he impaled her on his shaft, his hips bearing down against her until they were flush with her body and he was once again balls-deep inside the Dark Lady's needy cunt. Hot. Tight. Heavenly. She purred sweetly, he hummed from deep in his chest, his voice coming out more like a wolfish growl.

Wasting no time, he withdrew for a fraction of a split second before slamming back in, all the way, knocking a surprised oomph from her lips and continuing to rail into her with frantic thrusts that jarred her to the core and quickly had her writhing on the tabletop.

This was the second time today she'd been in this position, on her back atop a table while a huge worgen pounded the hell out of her, stretching her with his fat fucking cock, bouncing her big tits, knocking the wits out of her head with every devastating stroke. In and out, the dirty, slippery friction of their bodies setting her off, making a scream lodge in her throat. He fucked it out of her, deep-dicked her greedy pussy until she squirted and screeched, a summation of her pleasure released for all the world to see and hear.

Mad with lust, he panted and unintentionally drooled saliva onto her, his long tongue dangling at the side of his mouth. Beneath him, Sylvanas' superbly womanly body twitched, her half-lidded eyes bidding him to ruin her. He retracted his length from her and spanked it against her pussy, then penetrated her again, sliding the arrow-like head of his cock through her juicy folds and filling her back up.

His hips bucked into her, quick and precise, powerful muscles rolling beneath black fur as he hammered her into the table. Her legs raised up and hugged his sides, giving him unrestricted access. He took it, pounding grunts and groans and curses out of her. The Banshee Queen had near limitless stamina, but for all her boast and bluster a simple mating press and a pussy full of worgen dick turned her into a common whore wailing for more.

His bitch-breaking spearhead kissed her cervix with a blinding flurry of thrusts.

She screamed.

"You still want to go up there?" Tak asked.

Tak Rockhorn made trees look small. Compared to her petite elven frame he was absolutely huge, a tawny-furred tauren bespeckled with white and black spots all over, as well as a number of scars across his body that made him seem even more savage than his looks would otherwise suggest. But despite his intimidating appearance, he'd been easy to get along with. At least, so far. She'd met him back at Tranquillien and joined up with him to earn some money undertaking various tasks. The reward would be greater if she went it alone, but she preferred to substitute less money for more safety.

Now, the two of them were hiding behind large boulders beset on both sides by tall weeds and dead trees, trying their best to remain unseen.

"Huh?" Sophia pried her eyes away from the copulating couple a few dozen yards in front of them and looked at her companion. "Oh! No, of course not. They may not be friendly."

Tak snorted and she blushed.

"You know what I mean. The way they're going at it... they're like a couple of animals!"

"I take it you don't like it rough."

"Light, no. I prefer slow and sensual. It's more special that way."

"Sure."

"It really is!"

"Sure, sometimes. But not always."

A scream interrupted them. She winced, while Tak hurriedly turned his attention back to the strangers going at it like lunatics, his tail whipping from side to side. "That lucky dog's giving it to her good," he said.

"Lucky? You can't even tell what she looks like under all of that fur on top of her."

"She's got long legs, long ears, and blonde hair." He craned his head around a branch to get a better look. "An elf, and all elfs are attractive."

"I guess." Sophia cocked her head. "You know, she kind of looks like Sylvanas. She's got blue skin."

"Probably one of her rangers."

"You think she needs help?"

He looked at her like she was an idiot. "Listen to her, does it sound like she needs help?"

Sophia blushed again, her ears drooping slightly. "Why don't we get out of here?"

"Why? They don't seem to care if..." His nostrils flared, and amusement flickered on his bovine face. "What's wrong? Getting hot and bothered?"

"You have a dirty mind, Tak Rockhorn."

"Maybe, but so do you." He tapped his nose and grinned. "I know, because I can smell your arousal."

Her glowing eyes widened like a pair of purple lanterns. "W-what? Mine? No. No, I think you're smelling yourself," she babbled, shrinking away from him as he boxed her in against the rock. "Don't make me polymorph you. It has potential side effects you know!"

The sole advantage she had on him--or most anyone else--was magic. Half his size and far less muscular, the only thing big about Sophia were her breasts, otherwise she was little for an elf and small next to any race other than gnomes, goblins and dwarves. A tiny bundle of sexual desire proficient in magic and turning heads. Even in a stuffy robe her chest bulged, and her pale, freckled face exemplified elven beauty.

She raised a hand that glowed with arcane energy, but he took it gently and raised it above her head, pinning it against stone. Bending down, her pulse kicked as his muzzle made contact with her neck. She gasped when his tongue issued forth, breathing hot fire into her skin, and when he palmed her breast she moaned.

Heat blossomed in her belly, in her loins, urging her on. Reluctantly, she wiggled out of his grasp before things got out of control.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"I don't have a habit of sleeping with men I've only known for a few days," she said, putting on a defiant pout. "Or tauren, for that matter."

"Good time to start."

Tak had his belt off already, and she only got a brief glimpse of the bulge in his pants before his trousers were on the floor and his manhood dangled like fishing bait in front of her.

"Light," she breathed. "That'd kill me."

He grinned. "Your hunter friend back at Tranquillien took it just fine."

"What? You mean Belonis?" No wonder the two of them had taken so long hunting for food!

Tak used her surprise to take her in his arms again, one hand on her shoulder and the other slipping under her robe to squeeze her ass. His tongue returned to her neck, working its magic, making her pussy ache. She didn't resist this time, and when she released a sexy little moan he gently pushed down on her shoulders. Willingly, she lowered herself to her knees.

His member hung menacingly, an oddly shaped behemoth with a flared head and a varicolored black-and-white pigmentation. Sophia eyed it with uncertainty, contemplating whether or not she should really suck off such a monster. The tug between her legs decided for her.

Slowly, she reached her hands up and grasped him at the base. He felt smooth and silky, pleasant to the touch, and hot fire seemed to rage under his skin. Now that she'd touched him, some of her apprehension melted away.

Shooting him a nervous glance, she darted out her tongue and touched it to the flared tip of his shaft, wiggling it into his slit.

Gradually, her nerves relaxed and she became more proficient at servicing his tool. Her hands jerked and twisted at his great girthy shaft, while her tongue agilely swept over his length, trailing saliva and happy purrs as she indulged herself in his flavor. Long licks of a small tongue over a large slab of cock, unskilled but determined and eager. She paid special attention to his cockhead, licking around it, planting tender kisses on its velvety surface, and eventually opening her mouth as wide as possible to engulf him between her lips.

Tak sighed and patted her on the head as she suckled on his tip, her slippery tongue exploring every inch of him, prodding at his urethra and slurping down any pre-cum it emitted. She was slow though, slower than her friend had been. Applying some pressure to the back of her head, Sophia took the hint and embarked on the arduous journey of swallowing his cock. Far be it from easy, she failed to get even halfway down his prick before encountering insurmountable resistance, sputtering and gagging and pulling back to gulp down air.

She kept at it though and did her best, accepting her limitations and establishing a smooth momentum that saw her head bobbing on his manhood without issue, sucking down a good quarter of his immense bovine length every time she lowered herself down onto him. Neither slow nor fast, her wintery white hair rustled in time with her movement, her ears wiggling and her lips clinging to the leathery skin of his cock and drawing him into her mouth, wet and hot and salivating for him. Her hands, so small in comparison to his size, massaged him where her mouth couldn't reach, jerking him off while she simultaneously throated him.