Passion Unbound Ch. 03

Steady and deliberate, he pounded the Dark Lady with skillful thrusts that had her murmuring with pleasure, her large breasts swaying beneath her and her long ears twitching in delight. Her loins throbbed, her pussy squeezed and her body pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with an obvious desire for him to fuck her like a wild beast. Nick wasn't quite ready to reward her with more, however, and so he tightened his grip around her hips and waist, holding her steady as he fucked her as he saw fit. Annoyed, she said nothing, but a throaty utterance just barely loud enough to hear signified her mild discontent. Raising his hand, he brought it down upon one of her thick cheeks, smacking it hard and making it ripple on impact. Immediately, her walls tightened around his member and another throaty utterance, this time louder and tinted by pleasure, spilled from her lips.

In a way it was perhaps a little childish, but he had discovered that one of the best ways to silence the Banshee Queen's misgivings was by giving her a good spanking. It was something that he absolutely loved doing, and so, whilst bullying her little pussy with his thick erection, he buffeted her ass with wide, open-handed smacks that not only branded her round cheeks with his handprints, but caused her ass to flush a deep purple color. Sylvanas reacted as he had expected, moaning and whimpering like a needy whore, her voice a ghostly thrum as she came hard around his member. She was a freak. A slut, a nympho, a sexual deviant whose desire had no end. The worgen did his best though, came closer to reaching that impossible endpoint than anyone prior, and he spanked a few more orgasms from her before finally, finally!, changing the speed of his hips, building into a new tempo that devastated her composure and made her shout out loud her love for his cock.

Fast now, he fucked her at an angle, his overwhelmingly huge body dwarfing hers as he slammed her pussy into a sopping wet mess that dripped and drenched the ruffled, fuck-stained bed. His hands, still gifting her fat ass with the occasional slap, gripped at her body so tightly he would have bruised a normal woman, but Sylvanas took it in stride, her body hot and so fucking ready for everything he could give her. Dark Lady, Ranger-General, Banshee Queen, Best Fuck on the Planet. Her little elven cunt took all of him, the silky friction of her insides urging him to cum, urging him to sink his veiny bulb inside of her and drown her in his seed. He resisted, somehow, and leaned forward, grabbing her by the shoulders and holding onto her for dear life, as if he was the one being humped by someone three times his size. His weight pressed against her--not all of it, but enough--and her muscles visibly strained, her perfectly sculpted body of muscles and fat trembling beneath him in his clawed grip. From his weight or the pleasure assaulting her nerves he couldn't tell, but her strained defiance of his cock made him want to fuck her until she couldn't walk, until she could only scream lusty screams that shook the stone walls.

In pursuit of this, he rode her like a horse, like a dog, hips pumping as his speed increased. Looking down at her abused but oh so beautiful body, he licked his lips at the sight of her: slender, toned around the arms and the flexed muscles of her back, drenched in a visible layer of sweat that made her blue skin lustrous; her thighs jiggled, her hips jiggled, her ass jiggled, clapping in loud, non-stop smacks against his groin, and, as he picked up the pace even more, his weighty nuts slapped up against her soaking-wet pussy.

Faster, harder, the slapping of flesh on flesh rose to a tumultuous roar as he gave her everything he had, the round cheeks of her ass rippling like tidal waves against his groin and her arms shaking dangerously in their struggle to hold her upright. Her head was ducked, beautiful face framed by a curtain of ghostly blonde hair, but then she threw her head back, tossing her golden locks over her shoulders and allowing them to cascade along the length of her sweaty back. Blinking away the fog of his lust, he grinned, knowing that there was a reason behind this subtle gesture. Her hair was long and perfectly suited for being used like reins.

Reaching down and gathering her hair in a skein within his fist near the base of her skull, he pulled back. Hard. She grunted, back bowed in a ridiculous curve and her eyes aimed towards the ceiling. Sitting up straighter, he bent her back even further, forcing her off her forearms and onto her hands, her scalp searing in pain but her pussy throbbing in pleasure. She cursed and he gave her a little tug, his hips moving at a no less rapid pace than before and his free hand gripping tight at one of her bubbly cheeks. Pain intersected excitement, mingling together and making that little bundle of nerves within her go crazy. Just a few more thrusts and she came quick and easy, shrieking up at the tower's coned roof with such powerful clarity that he feared it would collapse. Still, his fear of potential death was eclipsed by the pleasure gripping his cock and his desire to pound the Banshee Queen into a cum-filled, over-dicked stupor.

Dust from the ceiling drifted down like a light rain, disturbed and knocked out of place by Sylvanas' wail, but, captivated by a sexual spell of their own making, neither paid it any mind. She shouted another curse, her mouth particularly foul today, and he bucked into her with a hard flexing of his muscles and a side-to-side pull on her hair that had her head shaking this way and that. A growl and a grunt emanated from her throat, the signature smoky mist of her banshee form rising up around her, purple and clinging like a barely visible fog to her arms and legs. The more aroused she became the more dangerous she appeared, her deadly beauty made all the more brilliant by the way her body relished in the pounding it was receiving, breasts flailing, ass wobbling, ears flattening against her blonde head. Cold, powerful, thousands of years old, and yet still so primal, so needy for the most elemental of desires. She gasped, and the purple-black mist around her swelled to an uproar as her pussy clamped around him so tightly it was like she was trying to grind him to dust.

Her body quivered, goosefleshed and momentarily weak from orgasm. Gradually, the mist around her dissipated, but the steady pumping of worgen dick into her never ceased, the echoing plap plap plap of his balls striking up against her wetness and his hips smacking against her ass like little thunderclaps each time a seemingly constant fixture of his room by now. With a final tug of her blonde tresses, he gave her a slap on the ass and let her hair fall free, using his now free hand to push down between her shoulder blades, urging her lower as he continued to work her body into the sheets.

Seconds passed into minutes, merging into a half hour and then an hour, the vulgar sounds of their lovemaking continuing all the while. They took no breaks, needed no breaks, their endless stamina carrying them to heights of pleasure that only they knew. Sylvanas had lost count of how many orgasms the worgen had unlocked within her, beat out of her with the incessant pounding of his crimson girth into her pussy, but there was an odd, illogical sense of feminine pride as her rangers and Jaina Proudmoore watched them, unable to tear their eyes away. They could only dream of fucking like this.

Sylvanas grinned into the bed sheets. Face down with her fat ass high in the air for the worgen's pleasure, she was utterly soaked--both in sweat and her own orgasmic juices--and Nick's cock beat a steady rhythm against her cervix. He fucked her as if he was in a hypnotic frenzy, fast and hard as ever, owning her pussy with balls-deep thrusts that had her luscious body rocking against the bed and cumming around his dick. Mouth open, he salivated and drooled onto her back, grunting like a brainless beast, his eyes locked on the way her pussy stretched to accommodate him with every thrust. His cock pulsed and throbbed, a bright red slab of meat smeared with the white of her cream. It had been so long since the night began and he had yet to get off; how he had managed not to blow his load after so long he wasn't sure, but he was ignorant to everything but Sylvanas' body and the pleasure it brought--the silky friction of her insides struggling to milk him for all he was worth. His vision strained, his body strained, his balls ached, and his knot spanked against Sylvanas' pussy with every stroke into it. A part of him wanted to go on forever like this, humping her little elven cunt until the tower above them really did collapse, but a greater part of him wanted to explode inside of her.

With his thumbs framing her wobbling booty, he tightened his grip around her and readjusted himself, searching for just the perfect angle that would allow him to claim her. His breathing quickened and Sylvanas, who by this point in their relationship of sex and nothing but sex knew what he was doing, fidgeted atop the bed, her ears wiggling in anticipation while her hands, raised above her head, clenched and unclenched at the sheets, tearing them apart with her sharp nails.

A few thrusts to test the water was all it took for him to find the mark. And so, knowing full well that the next thrust would seal the deal, he pulled out to the tip, her well-fucked sex drooling with their combined fluids, and then slammed forward, sending a tsunami along the meaty cheeks of her ass and conquering her pussy with his knot. Heat and pleasure engulfed him as his knot expanded, and he roared his release, pumping what must have been one of his largest and thickest loads yet within the Banshee Queen's sweltering pussy. His howling roar accompanied Sylvanas' satisfied scream, but neither registered in his ears and when his sense of sound finally returned to him he could hear nothing but her quiet whimpering, clearly suffering from a number of her own orgasms. Heart hammering against his chest, he panted for air and admired his handiwork.

Sylvanas looked like shit. In a good way.

Temporarily joined together as they were, her ass rested against his groin, still raised up high. Big and wide, tinged purple from his groping and spanking, covered in fresh scratches, fur and drool. Delicious. Her back was similarly coated in sweat and drool, her toned muscles shining and occasionally twitching from either overuse or remnants of pleasure. Her hair, like silvery-gold strands of silk, lay disheveled about her head, her face hidden and planted flush against the bed. Tired, unmoving and fucked silly after getting dicked down from behind by an enormous worgen for over an hour, even the Dark Lady needed a rest. She took it, and so did he, ignoring the dark rangers when they broached conversation.

After a quarter hour or so his knot deflated in size and he slipped out of her with a gush of fluid, further staining the bed. Sitting down, he continued to pant, his eyes on Sylvanas' dripping cunt.

"Is she..." Jaina crawled forward, eyeing Sylvanas who was still face-planted against the bed.

"I'm fine," Sylvanas said, her voice cool, calm and collected.

She sat up, finger-combing her hair back into place, and revealed a tattered hole in the bed where her face had been but her hair had hidden. Her banshee screams had blasted a hole right through his bed, the sheets around the little crater tinged a dark, dark violet.

They watched her stand up, teetering on shaky legs for a moment before stabilizing herself and turning to them, arms crossed under her tremendous bust. A proud, self-satisfied look adorned her face.

"You three aren't still tired are you?" she asked, directing the question at Jaina, Kalira and Alina. "If so, I'm more than capable of satisfying him by myself." She gestured towards Nick, her smugness palpable and her message clear: they couldn't handle him.

Still, that didn't mean they couldn't try.

Nick stood up in search of a draught of water and the four women converged upon him, a little tired but more than just a little needy.