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Warchief With Benefits	By : ItsJessy Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 15378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Very impressive." The pleased voice of Sylvanas Windrunner broke the tense silence within her personal quarters inside Grommash Hold. Today was the day she would finalize her personal guard from the Kor'kron. The stacked warchief stood in front of a muscular line of orcs, arms folded under her bosom with one long elven eyebrow raised in admiration. In front of her stood a dozen or so orcs, naked save for revealing loincloths which their Dark Lady had instructed be moved to the side. She eyed them hungrily, eyes scrolling back and forth over every hulking green hunk in line. She had personally chosen each of them. Some large, some lean, some young, some old, some hairy, some hairless. They all had a few things in common though; they were all excellent fighters, they were all handsome, they were all brutally masculine, and they all had beautiful cocks. She had not been worried about size, they were orcs after all, but she had made certain that all of their manhoods were aesthetically pleasing to the eyes.

"The best this city has to offer... You lot almost make me want to postpone this meeting." She nodded at them dismissively.

"You may get dressed, we are done here. Report to Anya on the way out. Tell her I approve." The Dark Lady watched as they readjusted their loincloths, eyeing them plainly with that same eyebrow raised. She was disappointed that none of them were of the Mag'har variety, but perhaps she would have the chance to sample one of those in the future. When the last meaty orc shaft was hidden behind cloth she turned and inspected herself in a wall mounted mirror. Such a vain woman she was, that certainly hadn't changed. She needed to be perfect. Her long pale-blonde hair, her armor, her makeup, her skin and even her long curved eyebrows. Sylvanas traced one finger down her hard stomach and over her bellybutton as she admired herself. She froze upon noticing one of the orcs gazing at her image in the mirror. Her head slowly turned upwards and a smirk inched it's way across her angular face. The two gazed at each other in the mirror, eyes locked through the crystal clear glass. They were alone, the rest of the orcs having already left. The lone orc stood near the exit, quietly staring.

"Disobeying me already?" She was sauntering over to him now, those grabbable hips swaying with confidence. Sylvanas stopped a mere few inches in front of him, eyes blazing and a malicious look upon her face despite the smirk still on it. Her hand reached up and grabbed at his long braided beard, pulling him down so that they were face to face.

"When I issue an order you obey without hesitation, understand?" Her grip around his braid tightened.

"Yes, warchief!"

"Good..." Sylvanas hovered her face near his, mouth open slightly in a dubious invitation. When he didn't take it she attacked him instead, biting his bottom lip and drawing blood in something that might be described as a kiss. Her free hand had snuck downwards and grabbed at him underneath his loincloth, fondling his rising green shaft even as she pulled back and licked her lips clean of his blood.

"I expect obedience, and I reward those who serve me well." Sylvanas paused for a moment, gazing absentmindedly at the orc's damaged lip.

"Though, perhaps you need some breaking in." She slunk down into a squatting position in front of him, tongue darting out like a snake. A single blue hand reached for his waistband with the intent to twist it and uncover her prize from it's hiding place. There was an almost corporeal aura of lust surrounding the two; warchief and Kor'kron alike absorbed in their own respective desire to partake in the other's flesh.

Sylvanas eased the loincloth to the side, revealing a small glimpse of the beautiful verdant shaft she had eyed earlier. Not even half but more than enough to further entice her. She continued, revealing more and more of the beast until finally half of it was uncovered. Sylvanas felt the desire to slip her hand under her leggings and finger herself to orgasm. Just a little bit more...

"Mistress." Dark Ranger Anya stepped into the room, head lowered awkwardly in a gesture of respect.

Sylvanas' head snapped to the direction of her ranger, eyes glinting with anger and annoyance. She glared at the other elf for a moment before turning her gaze back to the cock in front of her. One of her hands reached out and lifted the loincloth, prompting a renewed sense of annoyance at being interrupted.

"I suppose I can wait just a few more minutes," she muttered to herself, standing up with an irritated roll of the shoulder.

"Bring him in then." She indicated for Anya to return from whence she came with a sharp motion of the head. "And you—" The warchief looked at the disappointed orc.

"Fix your loincloth and get to work. Dismissed."

The two exited her quarters and soon after entered her champion, his antlers catching on the skin flap which acted as a door. He swatted it away and strode to a stop a few feet in front of her.

"Warchief."

She nodded at him, a subtle smile upon her face. To be honest, Sylvanas Windrunner was not particularly fond of tauren. They were silly looking with coarse hair and an all too often placid nature. Orcs and even trolls could be attractive in their own unique way. But tauren? Not so much. Regardless, they were undeniably a good fuck, which was exactly what she wanted. This one was big with brown fur, and without a shirt was very clearly muscular. He wore simple britches which drew her eyes to his noticeable package. His face was, well, that of a tauren she supposed, just with antlers instead of horns.

"The hero of Highmountain." One of them anyways. She didn't bother circling around and looking him over. There was only one part of him she was interested in.

"Your deeds precede you, champion. It's a shame you couldn't have arrived sooner, I've been looking forward to our meeting." Sylvanas was quick to get past the introductive pleasantries. Her interaction with that upstart guard had left her especially horny. In fact, she was curious as to whether or not the big nosed creature could smell her arousal. Her faint smile grew slightly upon seeing his nostrils flare a bit. Did he already realize? Probably not, but he would.

"My apologies, warchief. My aid was required in cleaning up the remaining demon threat within Highmountain. I got here as soon as I could." The tauren's nose flared again, eyes blinking rapidly as the cogs in his head turned.

"Think nothing of it. I understand your obligation to your people." She inched closer to him, slender neck tilted upwards so she could better look him in the eyes.

"I've got my own obligations, so I'm well familiar with a lack of time." Sylvanas paused, studying his face for a moment before continuing. "And if you're anything like me, you don't have much time for pleasantries. Am I correct?"

"You are, my Lady" He smelled something, though he wasn't sure what exactly.

"No need for formalities, hero. Though I am your warchief I would like this relationship to be an amicable one; at least when we're alone, and I have hopes that will be often."

"It would be a great honor." The Highmountain left out her title as well as her name. He wasn't quite comfortable with addressing her by first name.

"And a great pleasure, no doubt." Sylvanas nonchalantly traced her fingers over her flat, muscled tummy. "I see you aren't a fan of the local fashion."

"Ah... well, I'm not a fan of spikes and I couldn't find a loincloth which fit."

The Banshee Queen completely understood his distaste for spikes, but it was the latter half of that sentence which further aroused her and instantly caused her eyes to drop down to his groin.

"Such a shame. Tell me champion, have you a mate?" She had had enough of this pointless chit-chat. She was Sylvanas Windrunner, warchief of the Horde and she would get what she wanted; her brains fucked out of her head and a womb full of bull cum. Why should she have to dance around it?

"I'm afraid not. No time, you understand." The Highmountain champion laughed as he spoke. This was certainly an odd meeting, but this was an odd warchief. "How about yourself?" He realized his hubris as soon as the words left his mouth. This wasn't some companion he was speaking to, it was the warchief.

"My apologies," he said with a bow of the head.

"There is no need for that." She reassured him but did not exactly answer the question. "I'm looking for a mate of my own, though it need only be temporary. How about it, would you like to thoroughly serve your warchief?"

"This is no ordinary meeting is it?" His eyes left hers for the first time and wandered down her salacious body. Her lightly toned abs were visible without their normal protective covering and her thin elven waist transitioned into a generously wide pair of hips. Despite being clothed he could still see that she had a thick pair of thighs, no doubt muscular due to her training. The tauren's eyes crept back up, stopping after reaching her chest which bulged outwards and pushed her hand-filling breasts upwards and partially out of their confinement.

"Like what you see, champion?" A smug smile graced her proud face as she shifted her weight to her other delicious hip. "I was always a vain woman," she continued. "Some would say it a bad thing... though I think they were simply jealous. What better ambition could there be than the betterment of one's self? In mind, skills, and in body, of course." Sylvanas let her hood down and ran a hand through her ghostly silver blond hair.

"The best strategist in Quel'thalas, the finest archer yet known and the most beautiful woman to ever set foot in this city stands before you, hero. Yours for the taking, if you would have her."

Well if you put it that way... "I would be a fool not to accept your offer." Oren bowed his head respectfully. He finally understood what that scent was.

Finally what I've been waiting for, Sylvanas thought. The impatient banshee lowered herself down onto her knees, bringing her face to groin with the tauren. Right at eye level. The perfect height, and hopefully the perfect fit. She could see his snake through his trousers, already aroused and pulsing with heat as it pushed against it's confinements. Sylvanas wasted no time undergoing her breakout effort. Her hands grabbed the waistline of his trousers and yanked them down, further revealing the succulent prize beneath. Just one thin layer of linen remaining. She leaned in and wrapped her mouth around the shaft bulging through Oren's underwear. Her sharp fangs dug into it teasingly, though not enough to hurt the behemoth. She dragged her mouth up and down the still hidden python, teasing her new partner for a bit before wrapping her teeth around the waistline and yanking downwards. There was some resistance, but it finally sprang free onto Sylvanas' awaiting face. Her plump lips curved into a smirk.

"Eager fellow, isn't he?" She looked up at it with what unobstructed vision she had, unable to see where his shaft ended as it extended above her head.

She pressed up against it and inhaled his masculine scent, sloppily lolling her tongue out to satisfy herself with her first taste of highmountain meat. Sylvanas moaned into the cock she was licking and dragging her lips all over.

"Such a powerful tool," she purred, lips planting soft kisses up and down his imposing length.

Her final kiss fell upon his flared cockhead, but it wasn't as brief as the others. She tongued his urethra as she smooched him, taking great pleasure in the bit of precum that came out to greet her tongue. Such a rich flavor. The Banshee Queen's lips parted wide, and then wider still until her champion's flared cockhead finally squeezed into her mouth. She looked down the extensive length of his cock, eyes growing cross eyed for a second until they trailed there way up to meet the man's horny gaze. Sylvanas would have smiled if her lips weren't stretched to their maximum. No man could resist the Dark Lady gazing up at them with her mouth stuffed full of cock and this highmountain was no exception. It looked as if he was trying to restrain himself. Amusing, but she was more interested in seeing how he would behave by simply acting upon his own selfish desires.

Sylvanas inched forward slowly, feeding inch after inch of cock into her mouth and down her constricting gullet. One of her spare hands grasped him by the base and twisted and jerked his length as she pushed forward. When her mouth finally caught up to her hand she released her grip and took the last of his inches into her maw, cementing her place as the only woman to take him in his entirety. Given his ridiculous length it was a bit awkward for her, but it was worth it just to watch her champion groan and squirm. The Dark Lady sat there attached by the mouth to the tauren's groin, staring up at him as she utilized her throat muscles to massage and squeeze the man's girthy shaft. Her hand, which had come to grasp at Oren's back, slid over and down to his weighty balls, cupping and gently kneading them within her palm. Sylvanas let off a throaty purr and squeezed the grapefruit-like testicles, simultaneously wiggling her tongue pinned under Oren's cock to lick and tease the underside of his shaft.

The young highmountain was amazed at the situation he found himself in. The warchief was deepthroating his cock—ALL of his cock. She didn't even look like it bothered her in the slightest, in fact she looked happy, almost gleeful. And those fierce red eyes... they never left his, even as she began to draw back and allow some of his saliva coated shaft to escape her mouth. The bulge traveling down the length of her throat eased up some as it left her mouth, though it was only momentarily as she quickly dove back onto it. Sylvanas shifted into a rapid pace of fucking her face upon the tauren's fat cock, forcing loud and obscene gurgling, slobbering and glugging noises from her stuffed mouth. Her long ears wiggled from how fast she was blowing him and he had a strong desire to grab them and use them as handlebars.

The Dark Lady seemed to read his thoughts, as she abruptly stopped with a good 5 inches of his cock still stuffed into her mouth. Her hands were motionless in her lap and she just gazed up at him with an expectant look in her eyes.

"Hurry up you foolish bumpkin," she thought, wiggling her tongue and eyebrows but remaining locked in place and unmoving upon his cock.

Oren tentatively reached out his hand and placed it on the back of her head, gently caressing her and her shiny locks. Sylvanas moaned in reply, signaling her approval. The tauren responded by tightening his grip, though not painfully so, and pushing her forward onto his cock. It couldn't hurt to see how far she would go with this. Well it could, but it would probably be worth it. He pushed until she was once again pressed up against his groin and the entirety of his massive length had disappeared completely down the Banshee Queen's gullet. When she didn't resist or kill him on the spot, his courage increased significantly. He grabbed her head with his other hand as well and pulled her off of him until only his flared head remained within her mouth. Sylvanas' only response was to suck on him for all she was worth, her angular cheeks hollowing out as she struggled to drain him of his delicious cum.

The highmountain interrupted her sucking and slurping by forcing her forward onto his manhood, his hips thrusting into her at the same time. Sylvanas moaned again, and so Oren continued the rough use of her mouth. His handling of her was fast and hard, but she didn't complain. Her hand had even slipped down inbetween her legs, rubbing at herself through her leggings with an obvious desire. Oren forced a good 10 inches of himself into the warchief's mouth everytime. Not his full length, but enough to satisfy the two of them and enough for his hefty nutsack to slap against her distended throat with each thrust.

Sylvanas was quite the sight on her knees being throatfucked by his gigantic tauren cock with spittle and precum sloppily clinging to her chin. She was like the perfect fucktoy; beautiful and obscene without any sort of restrictions a "normal" girl would have. Seemingly willing to do anything and always knowing how best to work a man up. Oren shivered as he gazed into those fiery eyes of hers, feeling his orgasm coming but not wanting to stop. He gripped her more tightly and harshly slammed her down upon his cock until he could feel her plump lips against the root of his shaft. His balls slapped against her throat one last time before they churned and released their load, shooting filling volumes of thick tauren cum straight into her stomach. For the first time Sylvanas showed discontent. She pulled back against him—showing a surprising amount of strength—until only the very tip of his cockhead remained within her mouth. She started sucking, lips acting as a tight seal and cheeks turning concave again as she contentedly slurped and drank at least 2 pints of rich highmountain cum. The Dark Lady moaned, but Oren practically bellowed as he pumped his loud into her. He pulled out of her mouth and it left her lips with a reluctant pop. She immediately opened her mouth and rolled out the red carpet, tongue dangling past her cum stained lips. Oren gripped his shaft and slapped his mushroom head against the tongue that had pleased him so. He shivered again as he felt another thick load course through his cock and come to a splattering finish against the warchief's pretty elven face. Her tilted face caught multiple strands of clinging jizz which traced along her cheeks as well as across her forehead down to the tip of her nose. Those long eyebrows of hers served well in acting as a chandelier for dangling strands of tauren cum. The champion groaned one last time after seeing her in such a slutty state and tilted her head so he could shoot one last strand of cum onto her left ear. By the time he was finished he had left the Dark Lady's face a stringy mess of cum—a fact she seemed to take pleasure from.

Oren slapped his cock against her tongue again when he was finally done cumming, and Sylvanas responded by taking the head into her mouth and cleaning him off. When she was finished with that she retracted herself off of him with another loud pop.

"Such virility... you exceed my expectations." Sylvanas smirked up at him, not bothering to raise a finger to clean her face off.

She moved to stand up but Oren kept a firm hand on her shoulder. He pushed her forward a bit and repositioned himself so that his recently drained sack laid across her face, blocking her vision and covering her face entirely except for her cum stained forehead. At first he was worried that he was pushing his limits, but soon enough Sylvanas was wiggling her face against his balls and slobbering all over them. The Banshee Queen happily licked and sucked at the balls being pressed against her face, moaning salaciously into them as she did so. Those juicy dick sucking lips of hers worked their magic against him, kissing and dragging across the underside of his sack. The neat ropes of cum covering her face were ruined and smeared all over her, making an even bigger mess of her elegant features.

What a slutty little minx this elf was.

The Dark Lady was content with allowing her champion to set the pace and she was happy to worship his balls for a couple of minutes, but after that she soon grew restless. She squirmed out from beneath the tauren's heavy testicles, face an utter mess of smeared cum and mascara as well as disheveled hair and eyebrows.

"Enough. Your warchief desires more from you." Sylvanas stood up on her toes and leaned into him, so close that her nipples grazed the hair on his chest. She seemed to want his ear but didn't quite reach him, so Oren leaned his head down a bit until his ear was next to her head and she could speak into it.

"You know what I mean, yes... champion?" She smirked sideways at him and rubbed his shaft as she spoke. "I want you to use my body like a punching bag for your big highmountain cock." Her voice was a sexy whisper, but he heard her loud and clear.

In a flash Sylvanas was on her back on the bed, stripped of her armor and awaiting the tauren's next move. He quickly flipped her over and raised her bottom half up before gliding his hands upwards to grip and spread the cheeks of her ass. He leaned down and dived into her nethers, digging his tongue into her sopping wet cunt. Sylvanas hissed and pushed back against him, hands reaching out to claw at the disheveled bed sheets. His long tongue soaked up her feminine juices like a sponge as he buried it within her, the scent of her almost driving him mad. He withdrew his tongue from it's quivering sheathe and gave it a couple of satisfying licks before utilizing his long tongue to taste both of her holes simultaneously, this time driving her mad in return. The elf simply laid there, a trembling mess with her melon-like tits smushed against the bed and her juices running freely down her leg and over the tauren's tongue. Finally, once he was satisfied with his warchief's mewling, he fucked his tongue into her a few times with one large thumb probing her ass and then stood up. Oren panted but decided against even a few seconds of rest; he didn't want to afford his new mate any sort of reprieve. His big hand rose and then fell upon the Banshee Queen's bubbly lavendar-blue ass with a loud crack and a gratifying jiggle. A pathetically sexy little "Ah!" freed itself from within her even as she sank her teeth into her plump bottom lip. He hadn't held back with it and was surprised that the only thing that wavered was her jiggling ass cheek.

A large dark purple hand print glowed into view on her right cheek and he soon laid his hand upon it again, this time sandwiching his ridiculous manhood between her thick cheeks. He pressed them together as he sawed his cock back and forth, using Sylvanas' ass to give himself an incredible buttjob. Every push forward teased her rosebud with his cock, making her more and more anxious to be impaled with it.

"Stick it in lest I turn you into a lifeless husk!" She snapped at him, angry and unbearably horny.

Oren hurriedly slid himself out from between the cheeks of her ass and lined his enormous head at the drooling entrance of her pussy. Without another word or second passing he slammed home, burying every inch of monstrous tauren cock within the Dark Lady. She howled like she was being exercised from her body, every limb extending as her body tightened up and her toes curled. The lower half of her body spasmed as she instantly came, juices audibly squirting out around the colossal shaft plugging her hole like a cork in a bottle.

The Highmountain almost came as well, but instead tightened his left hand's grip around his lover's pelvis and stared down at a cock he could no longer see. The cheeks of Sylvanas' fat ass were smushed against his hips like her tits were against the bed. Her ill-equipped elven cunt quivered around his length and those purple pussy lips were stretched preposterously wide. He reached forward with his right hand and grabbed her by her flowing blonde hair, yanking on it and forcing her head up so that her eyes were aligned with the ceiling. Oren started to finally fuck her, beginning with deep hard strokes designed to fuck the haughty warchief into submission. He had never fucked anything but tauren before, and now here he was balls deep in an elf. Sylvanas Windrunner no less! A blowjob was one thing, but this was something else. She was impossibly tight, almost painfully so, though he certainly wasn't complaining. Her gushing snatch gripped him like it was trying to throw him out and with every thrust it seemed like he would pull out her insides. He'd think it would be painful for her, but every thrust just elicited more and more husky moans from the voluptuous high elf. The two filled the private chamber with animalistic grunts and if one didn't know better one might think there were two tauren in there as opposed to just one.

He tightened his grip around her long tresses, increasing the pace at which he fucked his massive manhood into her. His hips smacked into her at a blurred pace and he struggled to prop her hips up with his left hand as he fucked her pronebone for all he was worth. Sylvanas was rapidly sucking in air inbetween feminine moans, fiery eyes wide and boring holes in the ceiling. Her body was constantly trembling due to the orgasmic loop she was trapped in. She had first hand experience with heaven, and this came close. His shaft left no crevice of her unpleasured; it was a constant beating of hard tauren cock that left her body shivering and her mind a haze. It made her complacent like a naive Sin'dorei woman on her first trip to Orgrimmar. Undignified cries escaped her mouth with every other stroke and her juices continued to further stain the sheets.

"Yes! Fuck your warchief! Make me yours and... Nnn... seed me, champion!"

Oren obliged her, nostrils flaring wildly and his hips crashing down into the comparatively tiny elf. The two lovers roared out their raging pleasure, Sylvanas' own throaty wail nearly drowning out the tauren's. His furry hips pressed hard against his warchief's ass as he came, drenching her stuffed insides with far more cum than it could contain. While his hips pushed forward, his hand pulled back, bending his happy cock-sleeve of a banshee as far back as her spine would allow. Sylvanas wore a jubilant, almost crazed toothy grin on her face. Her legs and lower body shook underneath the tauren's weight—the result of her mind shattering orgasm. The contents of Oren's big balls seemed never ending as they pumped load after load of thick cum into the Dark Lady, and she was almost disappointed when she felt the stream ebb to a stop. Her champion released his hold on her hair, allowing her upper half to fall back onto the bed. He gave her ruined pussy a few quick thrusts before pulling out, the tightness of it combined with the exorbitant amount of cum within it creating indecent squelching noises.

Sylvanas just laid there, recovering from the high of her orgasm and waiting for her lover to make his next move. She could hear him panting and groaning still. He wasn't done though, that she could tell without even looking at him. It didn't take long for him to recover and soon enough he was slapping and smearing his cock against the lavender cheeks of her behind. Oren grabbed her and pushed her up against the towering headboard of her royal bed, one hand around the back of her neck and the other buried within the flesh of her right ass cheek as he sought to spread it for his cock.

Sylvanas snarled at him. "Yes! Beat me with your fat c—AAUGH!" Her words turned into a primal wail as Oren forced his cock past her tight anus and slammed it home. He offered his warchief no respite, and quickly pulled half of his massive length out before driving it back in. She grunted again, but pushed her ass back against him as much as she could. Her stacked chest was squashed against the board and with the tauren's hand still on her neck her cheek was planted hard against it as well.

"Yes... yes! Fuck me harder you brute! Your war..unghn... chief commands it!" Sylvanas struggled to look back at him, her teeth constantly bared whenever her mouth wasn't open and moaning.

Oren did his absolute best to please her and fulfill her order. He fucked her like his life depended on it, treated her as a target dummy for his cock. His magicks aided him in his assault, allowing his hips to become a blur as his cock pummeled her ass with multiple hard thrusts per second. His tail wagged and his grip on her neck tightened. If she was still living she would probably be in a real struggle to breathe, but instead all she did was continue to voice her appreciation for his cock. Loudly.

Sylvanas was pressed nearly flat against the headboard, sandwiched between wood and a rampaging tauren. Her fat elven ass clapped and jiggled wildly and she could feel her body going numb, though whether that was because of her countless orgasms or the giant beast slamming into her she wasn't sure—nor did she care. All the Dark Lady cared about in that moment was her next orgasm and the cock that delivered it. The only thing holding her up was the tauren's hand around her neck, and when he took that away to grasp at her hips she collapsed forward, barely catching herself with her hands as the tauren pulled her back away from the headboard. Oren continued ravaging her asshole even with her in an awkward 'V' shaped position, occasionally laying a hard slap upon either side of her cheeks until they were temporarily branded with his hand marks.

Their mating was brutal and obscene, not to mention loud. It was something almost hard to watch, even for a common Orgrimmar prostitute. That was how Sylvanas liked it though, and apparently so did her newest champion. Oren was playing his part well, operating like a machine and doing his best to fuck his warchief's brains out. He switched positions one final time by taking Sylvanas by the arms and pulling them back towards him. Sylvanas grunted and dipped her head. She was so, so full. So stuffed. With the view Oren had he could certainly attest to that. Her ass was stretched to ridiculous levels, even for the Banshee Queen. She was a marvelous sight to behold though. Her body was constantly in motion; her flailing breasts, the jiggling cheeks of her ass, her hair and even her long elven ears. An exceptionally mind shattering thrust sent her over the edge yet again, another one of many. Her juices dripped down her inner thighs like a river and every thrust of dominate tauren cock into her bubbly ass sent his balls slapping against her pussy.

"So good," she thought, teeth grinding hard against each other and her eyes rolling up into her skull.

Oren didn't think much at all, he just continued thrusting and thrusting. Doing his best to break in his eager elven mate before he was too exhausted to continue. His thrusts slowed but increased in intensity, every powerful push forward into his queen's ass causing her to grunt as if she was being punched in the gut. Though with the cock bulge pressing against her tummy that wasn't too far off. Every thrust mixed up her insides and brought Oren closer to one final tempestuous orgasm. He was tired and hot, but couldn't stop himself—couldn't help but indulge himself in this woman's body. Sylvanas' gorgeous figure enthralled him, kept him wide eyed and unblinking as he stared at the back of her head. Her insides gripped and squeezed him tight, urging his cock to deliver it's massive load inside her as if her body itself desired it. He wanted release, could feel what was the most intense orgasm of his life approaching. He let her left arm fall out of his grasp and instead reached forward to grab one of her bouncing breasts. It fit perfectly in his large hand and he squeezed it greedily before pinching and tweaking her nipple. Sylvanas let out an oddly cute yelp which made him huff and double his efforts so he could ravage her as much as possible before what he knew was coming put an end to his rampage. His furry hips crashed into her ass and ground against her displaced cheeks. Another jarring thrust after that and Sylvanas pushed hard back against him, moaning like a wanton slut in that spectral voice of hers. Her insides clung to him as he slowly pulled out and then slid back in, teasing the Dark Lady with every satisfying inch of his cock. Exhausted but still not finished, Oren moved both of his hands to her wide hips and continued to push and pull himself out of her accommodating ass.

By this point Sylvanas had been knocked far enough forward to reach out and place her hands back against the headboard to help steady herself. Each powerful thrust pushed her further forward until finally her hands extended far above her bent head which bumped into the board with every thrust. She didn't seem to mind, however, and instead dug her nails into the headboard as she sought to be a vessel for which to absorb the entirety of her champion's frustrations. As evidenced by the warping of the headboard wood and the pints of tauren semen in her belly, she seemed to be doing a good job.

"Do it, champion! Drench my insides with your seed!" Sylvanas practically snarled at him, and she raised her head to gaze defiantly back at him.

Oren's grip tightened painfully around her torso and as if on command began to empty his balls within the cock crazed Banshee Queen. Despite the massive load earlier, he still had plenty of cream left for the warchief and it flooded her insides, painting them white with his potent cum. Oren roared like an animal and Sylvanas shrieked, her knees buckling and her cunt spraying it's juices onto the soaked pillows below. The tauren slipped his hands down to the cheeks of her thick ass, spreading them further apart and eyeing his cock plugging the Dark Lady's asshole. A sight he would probably never forget, especially with his cum beginning to trickle out of it. The exhaustion hit him like an ettin. Apparently his sexual frenzy had kept him going more than he realized. He pulled back, his python of a cock slowly retracting from the elf's insides. Her ass was gaping and leaking ample amounts of creamy highmountain sperm, though he didn't have long to admire his handiwork as she soon collapsed into a sideways sitting position upon the bed. Oren followed suit, shaking the bed slightly as he dropped onto his own behind.

Sylvanas sat there for a moment recovering, one hand buried between her legs out of sight. Cum streamed out of her ass like an unplugged drain, ruining the bed even further.

"I choose my champions well." She turned her attention towards him, her beautiful elven features a mess of dried cum, fettered eyebrows and makeup running down to her jawline. "You did well."
The Dark Lady crawled over to him on all fours, ass high in the air as she positioned herself between the tauren's legs. She smirked up at him before taking his soft head into her mouth and twirling her tongue all around it.

"I have a proposition for you." She spoke inbetween taking Oren's cum slick shaft into her mouth. "How would you like to become part of my personal guard? I assure you the benefits are... exceptional." Sylvanas finished her sentence with a poke of his urethra with her tongue before going back to loudly slurping his cock.

Oren blinked with a flap of his ears. He didn't doubt the benefits of the position. It would probably be an easy enough job, but constantly being cooped up here in Orgrimmar? He wanted adventure and a bit more purpose. Turning down the busty elf sucking on his cock like a straw was a difficult thing to do, though.

"I'm sorry, your offer is most generous warchief, but I can't...aah.. accept. I'm an adventurer by heart so this city just... wouldn't cut it. Of course if you need any of my particular skills..."

Sylvanas was busy purring around the shaft hilted down her throat as her champion spoke, but she pulled herself off of it in order to reply.

"I figured as much. I know your type. Even the opportunity to seed your warchief daily isn't enough for those such as you."

Either way it was a win-win for her. Whether he chose to be her personal guard or continue as a champion under her service, she benefited either way. The two of them climbed off of the bed and got dressed, or at least Oren did. Sylvanas was still a profane mess and needed to bathe.

"For the Horde!" she said, still oddly dignified despite her face being coated with a layer of tauren spunk.

"For the Horde!" replied Oren, watching his warchief smirk and turn towards the washroom.

Sylvanas was about to disappear behind the washroom's leather skinflap when she turned and looked back at her champion.

"Be a doll and send in one of my rangers as you leave. Someone has to clean up our mess." With that, she shot him one last knowing smile and disappeared through the tapestry.

Oren nodded furiously, somehow embarrassed at having been caught gazing at the Dark Lady's behind despite having just pumped it full of cum.

The highmountain hero wouldn't serve her as a guard, but he would never-the-less serve her well in the war to come.
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Warchief With Benefits