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A Gift For the Banshee-Queen	By : ItsJessy Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 9467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Very quick story, nothing hardcore. Will probably add to it next year or sometime inbetween.

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Turak Runetotem leaned his head to the left and peered down the long hallway leading to Lady Sylvanas' throne room. The Love Is In the Air event was going on and it turned out that he wasn't the only one set on giving a gift to the enchanting leader of the Forsaken. He hadn't met her before, but he had heard promising rumors about her. A few friends of his informed him that both Sylvanas and Lady Proudmoore would hand out little "gifts" of their own during this annual holiday celebrating love and relationships in general. Everyone in line held a gift within their multi-colored grasps. Each race within the Horde was present in line, from orcs hoping for pussy to Forsaken wishing to show their love for their beloved queen. As Turak looked around, he saw that the Undercity had been decorated in various festivious ornaments and tapestries. He did not know that the Forsaken or Sylvanas still had enough of their humanity left within them to partake in such activities usually exclusive to the living. His Tauren brethren had often sought a cure for the undead Forsaken, though none had yet to be discovered. Even so, many Forsaken enjoyed their current state of undeath and believed it to be a second chance at life.

     Turak's hooved feet clipped and clopped down the long hallway, and finally came to a stop behind a group of giggling women. Surprised, he looked them over to make sure that they were indeed women. There was no doubt, however. The group was comprised of an emerald colored orc woman whose individual breasts were bigger than each of the other girl's heads, a tiny Blood Elf with flowing red hair, and a light blue troll woman. Listening in on their giggled murmurings, he figured out that the orc's name was Dalga and the Bloof Elfs was Kylene. From further eaves-dropping, he figured out why they were there; To visit Lady Sylvanas' well endowed pet Worgen.

   Snorting, he stifled a laugh. "The Blood Elf is going to have to be carried after her encounter with the Worgen,"he thought. Quickly glancing down the line, he noticed that there were actually many women lined up. Plenty of undead women, though he was unsure about whether they wished to mate with the Worgen or simply wanted to pay their respects to Lady Windrunner. Other than the undead, most of the women were Blood Elves, followed by orcs, then goblins, then trolls, and then Tauren. If the Blood Elves were going to have to be carried out, then the Goblins were going to have to be thoroughly healed by a priest after mating with the Worgen.

   Someone nudged him, and he quickly looked up to see the group of girls in front of him walking their way over to the Worgen. Looking up towards the circular throne, he saw Sylvanas sitting crossed legged, hand on cheek and waiting patiently on him. She had hundreds of gifts circled around the throne, from precious gems to simple flowers, each was carefully placed so as not to get knocked over or damaged.

She stood as he walked up to her, and she looked at him expectantly, a gleam of mischief and friendliness in her silver eyes.

   Her silver eyes? He stared into them even as he gently handed her his gift of peacebloom. They were beautiful, and the usually red orbs caught him off-guard. Unsure of what to do, he asked the first thing that came to his mind.

"Why are your eyes so. . . silver?

"Does it matter, cow? They will be red with lust again soon enough." She said this with a slight smirk, and she walked past him, her small body brushing up against his. Usually he would be infuriated at being called a cow, but the way she said it held no malice or insult. It sounded sweet and alluring to him.

   He followed her and watched her petite rear-end as she swayed her hips for his viewing pleasure, unsure of whether or not she had cast some kind of charming spell upon him. In the end, as the azure undead-elf queen shed her clothes and smiled at him, her face brightened by a nearby torch, he decided that he did not care. As her last piece of clothing hit the stone floor, he was already out of his leggings. Now, for a Tauren, he didn't have the biggest bat in the ballpark, but his member would still be considered large by a female of most other races. He was short, and by Tauren standards simply average in the looks department. None of this mattered, however, to the woman on her knees before him who was already lapping at his cock with her tongue. She didn't care about his mediocrity, only his allegiance to her, or perhaps just his hardening cock.

     Sylvanas was going slowly, a rather surprising change of pace from her norm. She was savoring every moment, and judging by how much she was using her tongue, the taste of his bull-cock was quite pleasing to her. As her tongue swept under the mushroom-like head of his cock, he jumped. The sensation caused his furred balls to churn and his shaft to twitch in anticipation for a hole to fill. As if undestanding the subtle twitch, Sylvanas pressed her lips against the tip of his shaft and slowly inched forward. As his head filled her mouth, her lips stretched wide around it until she finally came to a halt. With the entire head of his manhood within her mouth, she began to suckle on it. Pre-cum was already leaking out of the head, and she eagerly slurped it up. Turak smiled at this even as he stifled a groan. While he didn't enjoy being compared to a cow, it certainly seemed ironic to him that she was more or less milking him. His gaze drifted down to her, and he swallowed as his eyes met hers. Her blue hands were clasped in her lap, and her mouth was wrapped firmly around his shaft as she suckled him. She looked oddly sweet, and even odder yet, innocent. Her current countenance reminded him of young Tauren children who would often suck on their own furless tails. Her gaze never faltered, and the same mischievous glint he had seen earlier remained within her silvery eyes. His mouth parted in awe as he looked at her, and he yelped, body tensing, as the Dark Lady's head sank deeper onto his shaft. She didn't stop to wiggle her mouth around his cock to make room for it this time. There was no need. He watched, mesmerized, as his spotted cock disappeared past her purplish-blue lips and into her mouth. He could no longer see his manhood, however a spark of red had returned to Sylvanas' eyes. She stayed there for a moment before doing it again. Over and over, her head slowly retracted until the head of his cock rested against her lips and then quickly engulfed it within her maw. She didn't need to breathe, so the length of his meat was no problem. She could stay down on his cock until it fell off if she so desired. Gradually her lucrative pace increased, and the amount of pre-cum streaming out of his drenched cock did the same. She swallowed every drop, and, always eager for more, she reached one probing hand up to massage his cum producing pouch. Turak was trying to hold it in, still wishing to get a shot at her other holes. Sylvanas didn't care, apparently, as her pace had greatly increased from it's original speed. Her head twisted along his length as she sucked him, and her tongue slithered over and under it, gently pressing against it and struggling to woo out the cum which he was withholding from her.

   A thin blue finger rose up, it's tip illuminated by a tinkling pink glow. As the finger made contact with the underside of the Tauren's balls, it gently glided upwards, leaving a trail of tiny magic sparks until it finally reached the head of his cock. Sylvanas leaned her head in towards the fat head, her tongue reaching out like a bridge towards the cock. The magic sparks sank into his skin, stimulating his senses and sending tiny shocks of pleasure through his horse-like manhood. He gasped once and his body clenched as his body took over. Sylvanas opened her mouth wide just in time for the wave of sticky cum which flowed out of the hole in the Tauren's meat to gush into her greedy mouth. By the time Turak was finished cumming Sylvanas' cheeks were filled with cum and her face was splashed in a layer of the stuff. She swallowed the white goo with a smile on her face and stood up.

"I'm afraid that's all I can give you, the line is long and I don't have all day."

"Of course. . . your highness." Turak bowed and made for the exit. He had hoped he would get to fuck her, but a blowjob was better than nothing. As he walked out, he noticed that the three girls he was in line with earlier were already finished with the Worgen and were stumbling out. As he had suspected, the Blood elf girl had to be carried out. The orc was carrying her, with one of her green hands groping her abused bottom. Other women in line giggled and blushed as they passed, eager for their turn with the hulking wolf-man.

As Sylvanas stepped back onto her throne, her red eyes slowly turned silver again as one slim hand reached up to grip the sapphire necklace around her neck.

"Love always, Alleria."

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http://www.wowpedia.org/Sylvanas

http://www.wowpedia.org/Lament_of_the_Highborne

http://www.wowpedia.org/The_Lady%27s_Necklace

http://www.wowpedia.org/Alleria_Windrunner
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