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Aggressive Negotiations: Silverpine	By : Et2bruttus Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 11293 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Aggressive Negotiations: Silverpine
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The shimmering blue swirl materialized in the center of the circular room. Guards lined the circumference of the room watching the portal materialize; each of them adorned in blue and silver armor and a golden lion sigil on their tabards. On either side of the humming circle of arcane magic, two blue-robed mages were channeling their concentration and power into keeping the portal active.

At the forefront of the summoned portal were two prestigious men. One was a weathered, burly grey-haired man adorned in black and golden royal garb. The man had a hard demeanor and a face that was clearly tired and debilitated as evidenced by the bags under his eyes.

The other man beside him was significantly younger than the first. His face was scarred from battles and trials past and his striking blue eyes were a reflection of his fierceness as a warrior. Unlike the elder man, he was not adorned in rich, lavish clothing but rather a regal suit of blue and gold armor. His spaulders were formed to look like the bust heads of both a gryphon on the right shoulder and a lion on the left. Finally, two gleaming dual blades were holstered on his back.

The elder man turned to the second, whose expression was unwavering as he watched the portal surface from the mages’ efforts.

“I implore accompanying you for this, my lord,” the elder man gruffly said to the other.

Still not turning from the portal, the younger man replied, “As I said; your presence would be hindrance to the negotiations. This is not an insult, it is a fact, Lord Greymane. I’ll settle this on my own.”

The elder man, Genn Greymane, the king of Gilneas, turned toward his human counterpart with a stern expression.

“This is about my people, boy. To not be present at a negotiation which could very well determine their fate is an insult to them.”

King Varian Wrynn turned back to Greymane as his eyes bore into the elder man’s.

“And after what happened to Liam, do you really think you’d be able to sit idly by and negotiate?” he asked Greymane.

Greymane grimaced at the mention of his son and what had happened to him. He looked away from Varian for a moment before turning back to him with as stoic an expression as he could muster.

“Light knows I’d like to personally make that heartless wench pay for what she did to Liam, and for what she did to my homeland. But, my people’s freedom and well-being is at stake here and I wouldn’t do anything to comprise that,” he replied.

Varian shook his head, crossing his arms as he looked back at the portal.

“I’d like to believe you, Genn. But this is not a risk I can take. With the amount of Alliance soldiers within her clutches, the risk is too high for you to accompany me and potentially ruin everything. I’m sorry, but you will have to remain in Stormwind,” Varian ordered the elder leader sternly.

The gruff leader of Gilneas grumbled broodingly before turning back to Varian.

“You know, I’m not blind to the events that took place in Northrend. I question your ability to restrain yourself during this negotiation, based on the Forsaken’s heinous actions in Dragonblight,” Greymane accused with a raised eyebrow.

Varian turned back to Greymane with the hints of rising temper crossing his features.

“Duly noted, Lord Greymane. But my decision remains the same. I alone will bear the burden of holding myself back from lopping that banshee’s head off for what she did to my soldiers at the Wrathgate,” Varian replied.

Greymane grimaced and turned his head away. “Bloody hypocrite,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

Varian heard the snide comment perfectly but chose not to respond to the elder Gilnean king’s frustrated brooding. The two leaders sat back and watched as the portal before them grew larger and more vibrant. When it finally reached its apex, the two mages on either side of it ceased their spellwork all at once. The portal displayed the image of a dark forest with a large shattered wall looming off in the background.

“The portal is open, my lord. We will accompany you to open a return portal from the other end,” one of the mages said to Varian.

Varian nodded and turned to the side, looking at a tall, brown-haired man adorned in blue and silver regalia of the Stormwind guard.

“General; shall we?” Varian said to the man.

General Marcus Jonathan gave his king a salute and ordered the small group of Stormwind footmen beside him to follow. The General and his band of soldiers, who had been watching the bickering argument between their king and the Gilnean leader, now stepped up beside the portal and awaited Varian’s order.

Varian quickly turned back to Greymane. “I shall return shortly enough with her answer. In the meantime, I’d appreciate it if you would keep Anduin company. Tell him stories about the Second War, if you would,” he suggested with a slight smirk.

They turned and both saw that Varian’s son, Prince Anduin, had coincidentally been passing into the throne room. The blond-haired fifteen year old gave a nod and smile of welcoming to his father and royal guest before continuing on into another chamber with his servant in tow.

Greymane nodded despite giving another scowl of disapproval before he hastily departed from the throne room, heading off into the war room after Anduin. Varian turned back to his escort group and the two mages.

“Let’s go,” he said.

General Marcus nodded and he and the soldiers cleared a path for Varian. The king stepped up to the shimmering portal, peering into the image of the bleak, defiled woodland, before passing into it. After stepping through the portal, the general, his men and finally the two mages followed him through.

Varian felt himself being pulled from its current location as his body melded into the arcane magic of the portal. Both his mind and body shifted rapidly from the quick transition from one side of the continent to the other. After a few moments though, his vision cleared and he found that the image of the forest that he’d been looking at through the portal now became his reality.

He was now surrounded by the bleak woodland that was Silverpine Forest. Thicket that had at one point been a vibrant green and brown color was now reduced to a sickly black and grey. Ever since its defilation at the hands of the Undead Scourge during the Third War, this once-beautiful Lordaeron forest was now reduced to a withered shadow of its former glory. Its present aura of foulness has since only reinforced by the recent occupation by the undead Forsaken.

Varian took a moment to observe his surroundings with more thorough attentiveness. He shifted his gaze to the left and found himself along the blackened shoreline of an expansive lake. Nearby was an abandoned dock, while further beyond that, in the center of the lake, was a large island.

Varian vaguely remembered this place from the last time he had been here. The looming presence of the Ruins of Lordaeron City far off over the north side of the lake left no doubt in his mind that he was currently alongside Lordamere Lake; the centerpiece of Silverpine Forest.

He thought back to the last time he was here, so many years ago, at the time of the Second War. He, along with Anduin Lothar, the champion of Stormwind, as well as the other Stormwind refugees, had come seeking aid from the kingdom of Lordaeron against the orcish Horde after Stormwind had been destroyed and his father, the king, had been murdered. He remembered briefly passing through these forests along the way to Lordaeron Capital City.

He had only been a mere teenager at the time; so much had happened since then.

He shook his head of the distant memories and took bearing of his present location. He knew that he had a short ways to travel before he arrived at the established meeting spot that had been agreed upon between both parties. In the missive, he had intentionally picked a meeting location that was close enough to the few Alliance holdouts in the southern region of Silverpine, while being far enough away that there would be no interference in the meeting. Nevertheless, he wanted to be as far away from Forsaken encampments as possible on the chance that she had planned some sort of trap for him.

Varian heard clunky footsteps behind him. He spun around and was met with General Marcus seemingly materializing out of midair as he exited the mage portal. The mustached Stormwind general gazed curiously at his surroundings just as Varian had, wrinkling his nose with disgust as he took in the appearance of this vile woodland. He then looked at his king and nodded, gripping his hand at the hilt of his sheathed sword in case he had need of it.

Several more sharp whishing noises were emitted as, one by one, the general’s footmen appeared in single file behind him, followed finally by the two mages. The armed ensemble saluted their king and stood at attention, awaiting Varian’s orders.

Varian nodded to Marcus and his bodyguards and motioned them in a southwardly direction.

“Let’s get moving so we can be finished with this business as soon as possible,” Varian said to Marcus with a sigh.

General Marcus nodded and he and the other soldiers fell in step with their king as Varian led the way.

“Yes sire. I too have no wish to linger in this light-forsaken place,” Marcus replied in agreement.

Several of the soldiers tried to pace themselves ahead of their king due to their fear of encountering an ambush. However, being a fearless warrior in his own right, Varian had no qualms about pushing on into the forest at the forefront of his personal guardsmen.

As the party traversed the eerie thicket, the soldiers’ attentive eyes scanned the outlying trees while they guarded the rear and flanks of the group. At the front, Varian strode nonchalantly ahead with General Marcus walking alongside him.

Marcus’ head jerked up briefly as a screeching duskbat passed by overhead, disappearing quickly into the black canopy of the trees.

Turning back to Varian, Marcus asked, “I beg pardon, my lord; but do you truly believe that she will honor this arrangement?”

Varian snorted in response as he stepped over a fallen hollow log.

“General; if you’re asking whether or not she will arrive at the meeting place, believe me, I have no doubt that she will. Whether or not she will have some manner of foul trickery planned for me when I arrive, however, remains to be seen,” he replied.

Marcus nodded, falling in step alongside the younger man even as he stared watchfully at the ominous wilderness surrounding them.

“And Greymane’s people? Do you really think we will be able to secure their release from that witch? How can we be sure she hasn’t already executed them?” Marcus asked.

Varian grimaced angrily. “If there’s any hint that the captured Gilneans were killed in cold blood, my retaliation against the Forsaken will come swiftly, General.”

Varian and his entourage moved forward until they came upon a gloomy open clearing of the forest. In the very center of this neck of the haunted wood, a single dark violet banner was planted in the ground. Upon the gently-swaying flag was the ghastly pale symbol of the undead Forsaken.

“This appears to be the place,” Varian said to the General.

Turning back to the meeting spot, the Stormwind king squinted, staring across the clearing for any sign of Forsaken troops or their leader. After a few moments both he and Marcus couldn’t detect sign of movement; the forest was aptly as lifeless as it was known for being.

Varian hid himself behind a withered tree trunk beside Marcus as the Stormwind guardsmen continued to scan the forest clearing for hostiles with weapons at the ready. Marcus frowned as he looked upon the lone Forsaken banner in the center of the woods.

“I don’t like this,” Marcus said, shaking his head. “It’s too quiet. If she was to openly agree to this meeting, what does she have to hide?”

Varian shrugged, leaning back on the tree behind him. “She’s likely just toying with us. I have no doubt that her rangers’ eyes are upon us even now,” he replied.

Marcus snorted. “That doesn’t put me at much ease.”

After a few moments, the Stormwind soldiers returned to the king and general.

“Sire; the area is clear. We appear to be alone,” one of the soldiers said to Varian.

Varian nodded and his eyes scanned the surrounding forest. He turned back toward the clearing and his eyes honed in on the opposite end of it. Although the clearing and surrounding woods were dead silent and seemingly empty, his intuition as a warrior told him that someone was out there, watching, waiting.

He smirked, shaking his head. “So…that’s how you want to play it, Sylvanas?” Varian said under his breath.

Looking back at Marcus and his men, he said, “No. We aren’t alone here.” He stepped out into the clearing before looking over his shoulder at Marcus.

“General; take the guardsman back to the portal. I’ll return when I’m finished here.”

Marcus blinked, looking at his king with astonishment. “Sire?” he asked despite hearing Varian’s orders clearly enough.

Varian kept his dual blades close at hand in case he needed them.

“Sylvanas doesn’t like that I brought company along. The banshee isn’t going to show herself until I’m actually alone. I will oblige her,” Varian explained.

“My lord!” Marcus called after him as Varian continued walking into the clearing. “You know how untrustworthy she is. She could very well have an ambush waiting for you!”

“There are many Alliance prisoners at stake here. If we want them released, we’re going to have to play her game here. Return to the portal until our…negotiations are finished,” he ordered again.

Marcus didn’t look reassured but he nonetheless gave a nod to his soldiers, ordering them to fall back the way that they’d entered. The General gave Varian another worried glance.

“I can handle myself, General,” Varian assured the older man with a nod.

General Marcus solemnly nodded. He turned around and walked off in the direction of the portal after his troops, taking a few quick glances back in the direction of Varian as he did until he was finally gone.

Varian turned back toward the cryptic, tattered banner as it blew in the chilling breeze. He took a steady breath and walked toward the center of the clearing, all the while his attentive features traced over the entire outer perimeter of the clearing. When he found himself standing beside the banner, in plain sight of anyone on the outside of the clearing, he called out into the surrounding shade of the forest.

“Sylvanas; I know you’re here! Show yourself!” he barked out.

His announcement was met with utter silence. The gentle sound of the wind blowing was the only noise to answer his calls.

He looked out between the rows of trees encompassing the wood in all directions, looking for signs of the Forsaken leader or any of her dark ranger cohorts taking cover under the trees. He saw only the occasional duskbat swooping over the canopy, and even a black worg trotting between the trees, but no signs of any humanoids.

The human king shrugged and let out an impatient sigh before he suddenly heard the audible snapping of twigs behind him.

With haste, Varian’s hands flew to the hilts of his dual blades and they were in hand and ready instantaneously. He spun around, readying his blades as he took a battle stance against the newcoming figure.

Standing before him, several yards away, was none other than Sylvanas Windrunner, the banshee queen of the Forsaken.

The undead high elf was adorned in black leather armor complete with a cryptic set of skull-laden shoulderpads. Her hood was pulled up over her head, cloaking her silver head of hair, while two pointy elven ears jutted up from two slits in her hood. Beneath that guise, staring back at the human were two striking and imposing crimson eyes. Even under the shade of the forest, Varian could also make out the very pale, almost ghostly skin that encompassed her entire slender figure beneath her black leather armor; her originally lively skin tone had long since vanished since her defilation at the hands of Arthas and the Scourge years before.

Finally, within her bluish pale hands was a black bow nocked with an arrow and pointed directly in Varian’s direction.

Both leaders were locked in a seemingly entranced state with each other. Both of their chests rose and fell in steady breaths in almost perfect synchronization as their eyes remained fixed on the opposing leader. Sylvanas’ bow finger was quivering slightly and Varian’s hands squeezed the hilts of his swords tighter from the dramatic tension of both of them being a mere stroke away from striking out at each other.

Finally after a few moments of a tense staring battle, Sylvanas lips curved into a crooked grin that Varian met with an ever-disdainful scowl.

“It could have been so easy,” her smooth yet chillingly resonant voice continued. “One pluck of my fingers…and the Alliance would have had one less king.”

Varian cocked his head at her and snorted with amusement. “Don’t make me laugh, banshee. I’ve walked away from far worse than the likes of you.”

She still grinned wickedly at him, lowering her bow down slightly but still keeping it firmly pointed in his direction.

“So…I see you came armed. And you brought your royal guards along with you,” she said, looking at his dual blades in hand. “So far you’ve done quite a job at violating your own agreement.”

Varian stepped a few feet closer to her, his hardened expression unwavering and his swords still at the ready.

“One can’t be too careful in a place as…enigmatic as this,” he growled. “Besides, I sincerely doubt that your minions aren’t lurking out there in the trees.”

She pursed her cold lips at him and grinned. “Don’t worry, my dear Varian; they have orders not to interfere, so long as your men keep their distance as well,” she replied.

Varian lowered his weapons slightly, doing his best to put a damper on his own anger as he fixed himself on the task that brought him here.

“Well then; are you going to shoot me or not?” he asked her.

She let an elegant yet cold chuckle off at him in response. Her nimble fingers retracted by the string of her bow and she slowly removed her arrow from its place, placing it back into her black quiver behind her.

“As awfully tempting as it is, I’m actually more anxious to see what humorous proposals you have in mind for me today,” she said, giving a malicious smile as her red eyes flared at him.

Varian, in response, reluctantly returned his blades to their holsters. For him, this was a difficult task based on the sour history between the two leaders. It took every ounce of his willpower not to simply go charging at the banshee with blades slashing. Still, despite withdrawing his weapons, he kept himself steady to defend himself due to the possibility of her quickly nocking another arrow now that he’d lowered his guard down.

Sylvanas closed the distance between them, sauntering her slender form over to the center of the clearing where the Forsaken truce banner was perched.

Despite how much the former high elven ranger-general disgusted him, he found it impossible to avert his gaze from her voluptuous body as she approached. Her macabre crimson eyes and deathly bluish skin tone were balanced by her slender, curvaceous form which seemed to gracefully flow like water with the swaying of her hips.

When she was standing before him, with her hands on her petite hips and a smirk adorning her face, Varian quickly shook his head of the troubling line of thought. He backed away from her upon reflex as she neared him, readying to make for the hilts of his swords if necessary.

“Well then, king; perhaps you can tell me why you’ve interrupted me to drag me out here in the middle of nowhere?” she asked, folding her arms at him as her red eyes bore into his.

“If by ‘interrupting you’, you’re referring to me interrupting your unprovoked invasion of Gilneas along with a brutal ongoing massacre of its people, then yes, I have indeed interrupted you,” he replied back to her rashly.

Sylvanas’ grin of malice never faded even as she closed in on him slowly. Varian flinched slightly again as she approached but stood his ground so as not to appear vulnerable to his adversary. She reached her hand up and giggled resonantly as she gave his cheek a squeeze with the tips of her gauntlets mockingly.

“Dear Varian…why, oh why, do you despise me with such contempt?” she asked him.

Varian snatched her small hand and withdrew it roughly from his cheek with a grimace.

“Aside from the obvious…” he replied, glowering at her abhorrent deathly pale demeanor, “You have obviously forgotten the events of the Wrathgate, banshee.”

She made a scornful tsk noise whilst loosening her slender wrist from his strong grip.

“Apothecary Putress’ doing. Not mine,” she replied, halfheartedly playing with the string of her bow. “You seem to forget that horde soldiers were killed in that little…incident as well.”

“And those atrocious experiments in the Undercity that I witnessed with my own eyes? And the plague that Putress engineered? Does the blame lie solely with him for all that as well?” he asked her loudly as his temper rose.

Sylvanas’ grin finally disappeared at the mention of the plague. She hadn’t been sure if Varian had connected her with the plague that the Apothecary Society had created. Furthermore, was it possible that the Stormwind king was aware of her using the plague during the invasion of Gilneas, and again against the Alliance town of Southshore?

She summoned her guise of bravado again as quickly as it had been lost so as to make herself seem more innocent.

“I think we can all rest easy knowing that such crude, despicable devices died along with Putress, can’t we, dear king?” she said with false sweetness.

Varian’s brow furrowed as he stared intently at her for a few moments.

“Light knows I’d have to be a fool to believe such blatant lies,” he angrily replied. “It doesn’t matter. Sooner or later, I will settle my scores with you one way or another, witch. Regardless, that is not the reason I came here today.”

She cocked her head at him. “Let me guess; you came here to beg and plead with me to call off my invasion, hmm?”

He shook his head at her. “I’m not so naïve as to think that you would ever honor that. No, my desire in question is to have the dozens of Alliance prisoners that you took hostage when Gilneas fell.”

Her eyebrow rose. “Alliance prisoners?” she asked again.

He nodded. “The Forsaken took nearly two hundred Gilnean soldiers and civilians captive when Genn and his people fled. I want them back.”

She pondered this, tapping her chin with a finger as she strolled about the clearing. As she paced, she had her back turned toward Varian and her posterior swayed with each of her graceful strides. Varian gulped, gritting his teeth as he tried to avoid staring at both of those firm globes beneath her tight leather pants.

Turning back to him, she said, “If this concerns Greymane’s people, then why isn’t the old man here with you?”

“We both decided that it would be in the best interest of these negotiations not for him to participate. That should make sense to you of all people, especially after what befell Liam Greymane,” he growled, referring to Genn’s dead son.

She smirked, turning around and approaching him again. Her conscience seemed undeterred at the mention of her slaying the Prince of Gilneas.

“You’re right. You’re so much more even-tempered than Greymane. You are a much better negotiator,” she chuckled sarcastically at his expense, flicking a finger at one of the brown locks of his hair as she was close enough to him.

“But you know; I for one find it rather curious that you would be willing to go out of your way to do favors for that dog of a king. That you would actually be willing to defend a coward who hid behind his high wall while the Scourge decimated Lordaeron and Quel’thalas. Who sat back and did nothing while Alliance soldiers went off to fight and die against the Lich King in Northrend. But only now that he is so desperately in need of your aid, does he come back, falling at your feet, groveling and begging on his hands and knees to rejoin the Alliance. Oh, sorry…paws and knees, I should say,” she gave a malicious laugh that drifted over the clearing.

“Don’t spout your vile words at me, Sylvanas. My personal opinion of Genn Greymane is irrelevant. Like it or not, he and his people are part of the Alliance now, and I will do what it takes to secure the release of his people,” he firmly replied.

Sylvanas rolled her eyes, finding his stubborn pride to be rather amusing.

“I have no doubt that you will. What do you offer in return for my kind and generous release of your prisoners?” she asked him with curiosity.

“It goes against my better judgment, but I am prepared to offer you a considerable portion of resources, including lumber, iron and steel; enough to arm a small army. In addition, I offer you free reign to certain land holdings in the Alterac Mountains, just north of Tarren Mill,” he said to her.

She yawned, seeming uninterested in the offers made. “Is that all?” she meekly asked.

“Yes. Those are my terms,” Varian replied, looking over the pondering queen of the Forsaken.

She mulled this over to herself for only several seconds before she gave her abrupt answer.

“Not interested.”

He blinked at her. “Not interested?” he asked, irritated. “My offer was rather generous.”

“Oh Varian…dear, sweet Varian,” she said in that cool, condescending tone. “If I wanted land in the Alterac Mountains, I could simply take it of my own accord. And as for the resources; it’s a generous tribute, but I already have quite enough to sustain me and my army as it is.”

She clapped her hands together and gathered up her bow, unceremoniously spinning around so that he was met with a view of her rear end again. She began walking away from the central banner in the clearing to depart back into the forest, looking over her shoulder at him.

“Well, if there’s nothing left to discuss, I think I’ll be heading off. There’s plenty to take care of and too little time to take care of it. I think I’ll hang on to your Alliance prisoners. Worgen can potentially make useful lapdogs…if they can be broken,” she snickered as she strutted away from him.

Not one to accept defeat so easily, Varian clenched his fists as he quickly followed after her.

“Wait!” he urgently said to her before she could leave the meeting place.

She stopped in her tracks, smiling mischievously to herself. She spun back around to face the human king again.

His shoulders slightly slumped as he let out a ragged sigh. “What do you want then?”

She propped her chin on her knuckle in a casual thinking pose. “Hmm…what do I want? Keeping the prisoners is rather tempting. Those worgen and soldiers offer much potential if they can be…swayed to my allegiance. But, what could possibly be a better offer that can convince me otherwise?” she asked herself.

She turned her gaze back to Varian. The human king stood back incredulously as the banshee queen’s flaring crimson orbs traced over his body with intrigue.

Sylvanas looked over the enemy king with fascination. Despite his armor, she could clearly and easily make out his defined, muscular build underneath; his body was built and trained to the capacity of a warrior that had faced years of toil. Varian could only grimace uncomfortably as her eyes fell upon his crotch. She licked her lips, cocking her head as she glanced down at the spot between his leggings where, underneath the leather, his manhood resided in hibernation. Her inquisitive side got the better of her and she suddenly found herself trying to guess and picture the appearance of the human king’s endowment; how long, how hard, how smooth?

Casting her glance back up to Varian’s slightly blushing face, Sylvanas’ small pale lips curved into a sinister grin. She began to formulate a wicked plan in her head that would do the multi-task of not only humiliating the proud human king, but potentially bring her a great deal of pleasure and sate her own curiosity in the process. Varian’s desperation and idealistic desire to free his prisoners from her grasp was something that she was hoping to exploit for her own benefit in this situation. She could think of little to compare to the satisfaction that would come with using the king of Stormwind like a toy for herself before discarding him.

“I know exactly what I want,” she said to him, smirking lasciviously. She licked her lips before saying simply, “Take off your leggings.”

Varian glared at her with aghast and disbelief. “What?!” he snorted, not taking her demand seriously.

“You heard me. Off with the leggings. Don’t make me ask again,” she repeated with a scolding tone and another broad, fiendish smile dotting it.

“Why? What for?!” he gasped. Varian felt a slight twinge of fear and reluctant curiosity at the thought of exposing himself in such a way to this banshee queen that he despised so much.

“I think you already know the answer to that question. I’m curious to see how…royal you are down there,” she laughed resonantly. “Now…open up the pants.”

Varian felt the rage welling up within him at the prospect of submitting to the whims of this undead wench. It was bad enough that he ran the risk of losing two hundred prisoners and key strategic holdings in Lordaeron, but now he was also risking losing his dignity at the hands of the queen of the Forsaken?

“You are truly more twisted and insane than I thought if you think that I would ever give you the satisfaction of doing such a preposterous thing!” he barked at her angrily.

She shrugged, giving a mock sigh and preparing to depart again. “As you wish. Executing prisoners, including civilians, is an ugly business. But, I do what I must. It’s quite unfortunate that you must live with the shame of knowing that their blood is on your hands, King Varian.”

Just as she walked away, back in the direction of the Forsaken frontline, Varian growled in bitterness and distaste.

“Damn it, stop, wait!” he angrily shouted after her.

When Sylvanas looked at him again, the human king’s proud pose was now slumped and dejected looking. The red flare on his scarred face and his shaking head left no doubt that he looked truly and utterly defeated. Sylvanas relished the display as if it were magic to her.

“I’ll do it,” he said softly, biting his tongue as the words left his mouth. He shook his head, giving a silent prayer to the Light that no one else was around to witness this indignity.

Sylvanas folded her arms, giving a wicked grin as she sat back to enjoy the show. Varian’s shaky hands went to the waistline of his leggings. His fingers made for the clasps that held the armor leggings in place while the banshee queen watched, running a hand in a smooth circle across her pale stomach absently.

When the clasps were undone, Varian’s fingers hooked at the waistline and he slowly, gradually eased the leggings down. As he did this, Varian looked neither at his legs nor at Sylvanas; rather, he was looking up at the sky, reveling in a world of his own shame.

All at once, he felt a chill brush over his groin as he had lowered his leggings down to his thighs, leaving his entire crotch region exposed into the cool air. Simultaneously, he had felt his maleness –semi-erect from a combination of anger, adrenaline, and reluctant arousal- spring out of his breeches for the unadulterated viewing pleasure of the banshee queen before him.

Sylvanas made a serene ‘mmm’ sound before she put her hand up, stopping him. “That’s far enough,” she commanded him, causing Varian to stop easing the pants down his leggings to the point that only his crotch, and more specifically, his manhood, was exposed.

She licked her plush blue lips with admiration as she observed the human king’s marvelous member. Enemy or no enemy, she couldn’t deny that his endowment was quite impressive. Even in a semi-flaccid state, she could tell that he was rather thick by human standards, and even in this somewhat soft form, she could also tell that his length surpassed a reasonable margin. She suspected that, if fully hard, he could very well match some of the Horde’s more virile of male specimens.

Sylvanas felt a flutter pass over her loins, culminating in a familiar moistness secreted by her womanly orifice. She was then overcome with the desire to see this tool fully erect, as well as to see her enemy overcome with ever more shame knowing that, under her unwanted ministrations, he would become sexually aroused and ready to submit to whatever she wanted.

She clapped her hands at the “performance” that he’d put on. “Bravo, bravo, my dear king!” she joyously chuckled. She approached the rigid human warrior as he clenched his fists, grit his teeth, and his semi-hard cock bobbed and pulsed with the first signs of life.

When she was close enough to him, she discarded her bow onto the ground and reached a nimble hand down to his groin. Varian flinched and abruptly threw a hand up to shove her away as her hand traced along his inner thigh, just below his plump, virile pair of balls.

“Uh uh uh,” she scolded, continuing to run a hand across his thigh. “If you want your prisoners intact, you’d better behave.”

Varian unclenched his fists and reluctantly relaxed. It took every fiber of his willpower not to reach his hands out right now and snap her neck for this.

She smiled sweetly. “Good boy,” she said with mock praise.

After some teasing along his thigh and a few gentle caresses and squeezes at his testicles, the banshee queen’s small hand encircled his manhood. Her fingers wrapped themselves around his pillar of flesh, causing it to pulse with renewed life and him to give a soft groan from the feeling.

She gave him a few gentle squeezes, coaxing a little more blood to flow into his cock, before her encircling fingers began to stroke along his member. Varian tried to distance himself from the feeling as Sylvanas used her skillful fingers to explore every ridge and vein along his shaft and bring reluctant pleasure and more hardness to it.

“That’s it, big boy, just sit back and let yourself get nice and hard for Sylvanas. Mmm, I can feel it growing longer and longer in my hand,” she whispered into his ear, biting his earlobe afterward.

Varian, deep down, nearly felt worse than the day that Garona murdered his father and the Horde burned Stormwind to the ground. All manner of honor and respect that he commanded as king was gone in this very moment as he was forced to bear witness to the sight and feeling of the undead leader stroking away at his cock with gentle caresses. And the worst part about it was…it felt good. He tried to stifle hidden groans as the last woman in Azeroth that he would want to be exposed to was rubbing and squeezing away at his maleness, stroking more hardness into it and causing it to expand outward to its full potential under her handiwork.

When it had reached its full, substantial expanse, Sylvanas looked down at the large pillar of flesh within her hands. Beneath her leather leggings, her pussy juiced up more from watching the human king’s cock grow harder and larger.

“Oh my,” she gasped. “Yes…very royal indeed. A royal scepter, worthy of a king,” she giggled, giving a peck on his cheek that caused Varian to cringe.

“I’ll bet you have a harem of concubines fawning over this cock of yours, don’t you?” she asked him with a large grin, looking into his face.

Varian cold demeanor and sideways glance told her everything she needed to know. Even as her hands continued to stroke away at his cock, smearing a small collection of his precum around the thick head, she continued to taunt him verbally.

“Aww…you don’t, do you? The last lucky woman that you skewered with this glorious weapon of yours was the late queen, wasn’t it? Well, I’m sure she thoroughly enjoyed that…while it lasted,” she giggled madly.

Varian’s lip literally quivered with anger. The fact that this banshee bitch dared to refer to his beloved, long-lost wife, Tiffin, in such a way nearly made him forget about everything involving the Gilnean prisoners, his virtues, and all the principles that made him a steady leader.

Sylvanas seemed to sense his inner torment. She smiled through her teeth at him before collecting a dollop of clear precum on the tips of her gauntlets and licking it off with her tongue.

“Ooooh, I’ll bet that makes you very angry, doesn’t it?” she teased, craning her head near him and licking his cheek with another uninhibited giggle. The banshee apparently had no qualms about provoking him further, despite her being pressed precariously close to him so that she was within his reach.

“You want to kill me so badly, don’t you? That hate is just rising up inside of you and you want to release it somehow,” her supernatural voice echoed into his ear.

Varian didn’t respond. He was still consumed by several simultaneous impulses, even as the banshee queen continued to run her tiny hand along the length of his comparatively hefty cock, from shaft to bulbous base smoothly.

“Or…the alternative option is…why don’t you pull these leggings and panties of mine off to the side and impale my tight little pussy on that thick, meaty shaft of yours? Why don’t you fuck all that anger right out of your system…” she tempted him while using one hand to squeeze at his shaft in a milking motion, conjuring up more precum glaze at his thick cockhead.

To enfeeble him further, she roughly gripped the back of his brown hair by his pony tail and tugged his head down so that he was forced to look down at her. She spread her legs apart and her fingers pulled at a leather loincloth situated between her leggings, covering her crotch. With a few simple tugs, the leather covering between her leggings was gone, revealing the pale blue flesh of her inner thighs, along with a pair of black silken panties concealing her privates.

Varian’s blue eyes reluctantly remained transfixed on the sight of Sylvanas using two nimble fingers to ease the black panties off to the side. A string of pussy juice clung to the band of her panties as they were shifted to her right inner thigh and her bare, glistening pussy was exposed to the night air for the human king to view. Now, like him, the only thing not concealed by armor was her sex.

It may have been dark, but Varian could still discern the banshee queen’s glistening slit under the illuminating moonlight. Her pale blue lips were moist with her arousal as evidenced by the shiny twinkle that they emanated under the moon. Sylvanas shoved a middle finger up into her juicy twat, fingering herself with audible squelches that caused Varian to shiver, all the while her hand gripped his head and faced it downward so that he was watching this.

She shook her head with a mock sigh. “Uh oh, now you’ve done it. Rubbing my hands all over that meaty, kingly cock of yours has gotten me wet. Hmm…what are we do in this situation? I suppose there’s only one thing we can do with a hard cock and a wet pussy…” she whispered fiendishly while fingering her twat and flicking a thumb along the head of his warm cock.

He grimaced at her words, feeling disgusted with the prospect of fornicating with the undead banshee queen. He found this woman to be utterly despicable in every sense of the word. And yet, a small part of him found himself horribly aroused by the idea. Despite being a twisted manifestation of evil, Sylvanas still retained the gorgeous, curvy body that she possessed in life. Her luscious form, even with its darker attributes, was capable of stirring the cock of even the most stoic of males.

With that, Sylvanas suddenly took his feet out from under him, knocking him to the ground so that he was lying on his back. Varian grunted as he hit the forest floor, feeling little pain from the fall due to his protective armor but being surprised by her quick attack nonetheless. Before he had a chance to comprehend anything else, he felt a weight press down on top of him as Sylvanas hopped onto his lap. Her evil smile gleamed down at him to coincide with the malicious twinkling of her crimson eyes.

She sat herself down so that Varian’s large cock was nestled in the crevice between both of her covered asscheeks. She shoved two gloved fingers back into her tight cunt and quickly reached up to shove them into Varian’s mouth. The human king sputtered as she force-fed her pussy juices into his mouth. He tried to distance himself from the tangy essence that his tongue tasted on the tips of her fingers. When his mouth had unwittingly sucked them clean, she pulled the digits from his mouth.

Then, she reached her hands up behind him, pressing her covered breasts into his face as her hands found his dual blades holstered on his back. One by one, she unsheathed them and tossed them off to the side so that he was now disarmed. Varian clenched his fists in anger as he realized that drinking down her pussy juices had been a distraction so that she could relieve him of his weapons. He looked hopelessly over at his blades that were scattered at the other side of the clearing.

She grinned, giving his cheeks a demeaning squeeze. “Don’t even think about it. There’s only one weapon you’ll be stabbing me with.”

Sylvanas lifted her hips up and reached a hand down to grip his cock. She stroked it to full hardness as her pussy trickled juices onto his partially-exposed groin. A droplet of precum oozed forth from the head of his cock which she made quick work of smearing around it to lubricate it.

“Mmm, such a dedicated king…willing to sacrifice so much for the Alliance,” she said, grinning. One of her hands then closed around his throat, squeezing it and planting his head firmly against the dirt as he glowered angrily up at her. “You’re mine now. Just lie back and let me enjoy my fun,” she hissed.

Sylvanas pulled her black panties fully off to the side so that her dripping cunt was completely exposed. Despite that both of their armor was mostly still on, the human king and undead queen were about to be conjoined at their lower regions regardless. Exposure of her pussy and his cock for quick and easy access was all that was necessary for this outdoors romp in place of civil negotiations.

The curvy banshee queen spread her slender thighs wide on either side of Varian’s prone form. She positioned her hungry fuckhole over his erect, pulsing shaft and lowered her hips down, all the while her eyes looked at his face. Varian was watching, transfixed on the sight of her pussy honing in on his erect rod.

Sylvanas gripped his shaft again and nudged the thick mushroom head of his cock up against her nubby blue clit. She sighed resonantly as she used his cock to stimulate herself while their juices intermingled with each wet swipe between their privates.

Then, with one hand still gripping him by his throat and the other lying limply on his thigh, Sylvanas plunged herself down at full speed.

She groaned as his thick head pressed in past her lips with a wet, juicy pop and his cock slid inside her tight orifice. A rush of her lukewarm vaginal secretions bathed his sizeable appendage as the head and another couple inches were stuffed up inside the banshee’s queen’s horny cunt. He groaned too from the sight of her pale blue lips bulging around his thickness, as well as from the feeling of his fuckstick being already milked by her squeezing tight channel.

She bit her lip and smiled, sighing, “Ah…now that’s the good stuff. I do so love having a thick meat stuffed up inside of me.”

She swiveled her hips, clenching and unclenching the muscles of her versatile pussy as she slowly slid the first three inches of cockmeat in and out of her twat.

She opened her eyes and looked down at his scarlet demeanor with a stern expression. “Oh, and one other thing: you do not cum until I say you can, or the deal is off, little king. I want to see how many times this big juicy cock can get me off first before you fill me up with cum,” she declared.

Sylvanas lowered herself down, taking inch by inch of his cock up inside her pale body. Varian’s fingers dug into the ground as he felt his manhood being slowly sheathed inside a female’s depths for the first time since his deceased wife. He found it despicable that he had transitioned from making love to his beautiful queen all those years ago to now being dominated and coerced into a lusty fuck with the horrid banshee queen of the Forsaken. Still, what his mind revolted against, his cock was now relishing in; even as the undead woman’s skillful cunt seemed to milk and stimulate every inch of his rod like their two varying sex organs were meant to be coupled together.

Her pale, glistening pussylips wetly kissed Varian’s groin as she finally attained the full length of his majestic fuckstick. She sighed in satisfaction and accomplishment of her handiwork, gyrating her hips on his lap as her cunt trickled more juices along his length and his hard tool filled her up and rubbed deep pleasure points within her.

After she had recovered her bearings, Sylvanas gave him a devilish wink before she began to ascend again. Both the human and the undead moaned as her tight cunt clenched down as his cock raked along her inner passage from the smooth rise. Her fingers scratched at his chestpiece as his cock moved within her feminine fuckhole and stimulated her to the point that she was almost constantly spilling juices to soak his cock and groin. When the bulbous head was the only thing swallowed up by her pussy, Sylvanas held herself there a moment, relishing the impending task of fucking the life out of the human king of Stormwind.

Varian by now had stopped physically resisting once the familiar pleasure of vaginal copulation was revived for him. However, there was still a clear look of defiance strewn across his face; as if he wanted to prove to her that he was not enjoying this (although his manhood certainly was).

Sylvanas took a deep breath and grinned. Looking down at her “captive”, she noticed that he still looked angry and resistant to her forced manipulation of his cock and his lusts. She felt his large cock pulsing with rage within her cunt, releasing more sticky precum glaze to her sweltering cock repository. She loved the feeling of his anger nearly as much as his thick endowment stretching her tight cunt wide.

Sylvanas blew him a mock kiss before she quickly surprised him by reaching up and giving him a slap across the face. Varian’s head was thrown back not from the force of the blow but from surprise. The strike didn’t cause him much pain but it infuriated him nonetheless.

“I’m going to make you my royal concubine. How does that sound, big, strong king? How would you like to be the banshee queen’s personal fuck toy?” she giggled chillingly.

Before he could verbally retaliate, Sylvanas silenced him by quickly dropping herself down at full speed. Varian clenched his teeth as his entire shaft was stuffed up inside her almost instantly. Because of how wet she was, she impaled herself fully onto him easily as the head of his cock hit her cervix on the end of the stroke. She licked her lips and gasped as she was filled up again, grinding her clit along his pelvis to add to the pleasure of having her cunt stuffed with cock.

After the second down-stroke, Sylvanas began to slide up and down his shaft with wet slurps with each intake and retreat. He groaned too from the feeling of having his cock slipping in and out of the super tight banshee. Already he felt himself drawing toward a tremendous overdue orgasm from the friction and wetness of sliding in and out of her rippling pussy. He was tempted to simply release his warm, explosive creampie into her pussy earlier than she wanted just to spite her. Still, he remembered that doing such a seemingly trivial thing could condemn the prisoners he was trying to save. Even now, Sylvanas was using her cunning to manipulate when he could or couldn’t cum.

The only sounds emitted throughout their lusty romp in the clearing were Sylvanas’ punctuating moans and pants, the slurping and sucking noises with each slide of his cock in and out of her juicy twat, and the soft smacking of their armor leggings against each other. She gripped onto Varian’s lion-shaped shoulderplate and her breathing grew deeper as her armor-covered breasts jiggled in front of Varian’s eyes with each thrust.

She began to pick up pace, swiveling her hips and tightening the inner muscles of her sucking pussy to milk his thick cock harder. She basked in the joyful feeling of his filling cock hitting her sensitive pleasure nub and filling her up to seek out every available crevice of her silky chasm. She groaned every time her cervix was battered, neither wincing nor feeling pain from each impact but rather pure passion toward her impending climax. Just past the slender, cock-battered barrier was her womb. The chamber was useless for reproductive purposes in her case; however, this back end of her pussy could now very well serve as a repository for Varian’s pent-up load of white, frothy human cum to fill up.

“Oh…yessss! Here it comes…here’s the first one!” she moaned lustfully between pants and bounces on top of her human fuck toy.

Sylvanas suddenly slammed herself down into him fully, tossing her pointy-eared, hooded head back toward the night sky and shrieked in passion. In their loins, her cunt squeezed the life out of his warm shaft, milking it as her orgasm swept over her.

As quickly as she could, she rose off of his shaft just as the semen was churning within his balls for release. His cock popped out of her and glistened in the moonlight as she quickly straddled his chest and stroked away at her clit furiously. Her hips bounced up and down on his chest spastically as she let out another loud shriek.

Varian looked down at her fingering her twat as a rush of warm vaginal juices literally exploded out of her cunt. He had little comprehension of what was happening as his face was suddenly bathed in clear fluids. She continued to moan and stroke her sensitive clit as splash after splash of her juices were expelled into the human king’s face. With his mouth agape in surprise, he was even forced to swallow some of her juicy orgasm.

When she finally stopped squirting, her fingers stopped working her clit and she collapsed onto Varian’s chest. His cock was still throbbing and he felt even more humiliated than he already was now that he was now wearing a wet face mask of pussy juices.

She looked up at him and burst out laughing from the display as he grit his teeth, digging his fingers into the ground so hard that he damaged his finger nails.

“You messy, messy boy,” she teased, looking at his dripping face. “Well done though. It takes quite a lot to get me to squirt like that. That was a good cum…I think I’ll have another one now.”

She scooted down his chest and gripped his cock, stroking it as she prepared to shove it inside her very wet pussy once again.

In that instant, something just snapped inside Varian. All the rage, humiliation, frustration, and lust just exploded out of him all at once. Ordinarily, he would funnel such base emotions into his fighting as a warrior. In this instance, however, he was going to vent all of those emotions out on the insidious woman before him by fucking her as hard as possible. Subconsciously, he wanted revenge on the banshee queen for her incessant humiliation and scheming by causing her as much discomfort during their romp as possible.

Varian reached up and gripped Sylvanas by the arms roughly. Her crimson eyes opened wide in surprise as Varian hollered in anger, picking her up and tossing her to the ground. She grunted as she landed on her stomach in a heap. She shook her head and lifted her head up to look at him but he quickly grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over onto her back. He then gripped a hold of her legs tightly and brought them up so that she was upside down with her head in the dirt.

The human king, now relishing the dominant role that he’d assumed over her, roughly shuffled himself forward so that he was pressed up against her vertical body. He spread her legs wide and positioned himself in between them so that his throbbing, veiny cock was positioned at the one spot of her lower half that hasn’t concealed by leather: her dripping wet pussy slit. Varian was rather pleased to see that her pale blue lips were stretched from the battering that the girth of his cock had inflicted on her cunt earlier. He now intended to ruin her pussy with even more stretching…hopefully.

Sylvanas wasn’t hindered by the fact that her head was pressing into the ground and she was being held in an upside down position. She continued to look with surprise up at him and was now eager to see what he’d do to her next. She licked her lips with a lavish grin as he positioned his cock for a downward thrust into her sopping fuckhole.

Varian roughly took her clit between his fingers and gave the nub a hard pinch. Sylvanas clenched her teeth, relishing in the glorious mix of pain and pleasure. She reached her hands up and stroked her breasts beneath her leather armor as she softly groaned at him to continue his rough stimulation.

Varian, angry that she enjoyed his supposed infliction of pain upon her clit, released his anxiety by forcing her slutty thighs apart, pressing his meaty cockhead at her opening, and giving a tremendous downward slam into her soaked pussy.

She cried out into the night air in surprise and ecstasy as Varian ravaged her cunt with his cock with one ripping thrust. Not savoring the feelings for a few moments like she had, Varian instead began to hammer away into her like a madman, clenching his muscles beneath his armor and sliding his cock in and out with the raw adrenaline and power of a demented fel orc. Each of his frenzied, jarring thrusts that he made into the submissive banshee queen’s twat caused her entire body to ripple and spasm as she bucked against him. She rolled her head on the ground and thrust her hips up at him as each of his thrusts bore his steel hard manhood downward and up again as if it were a drill digging and excavating downward toward her womb.

Only now did Varian begin to truly understand the futility of trying to give the wicked banshee queen a taste of her own medicine. Instead of responding the way that he’d hoped; bawling in agony or begging for him to stop, she was instead thrusting up against him and moaning even louder than she had while riding him. In fact, the harder and more furiously he pounded her, the more she seemed to enjoy it.

Her silky wet pussy began to rhythmically squeeze and clamp along the length of his shaft like a vice, milking it in compressed suckling motions as if to draw out the inevitable rush of cum. If her body’s natural responses to his hard fucking were any indication, Sylvanas obviously wasn’t in discomfort from his attempted assault.

“Ah ah ah, oh yesss baby! You’re…mmm…not making this very unpleasant for me…are you?” she gasped in between gibberish and moans of pleasure.

Varian’s previous plan of making her suffer through a hard fucking was forgotten. Now that his cock was being milked beyond belief by her hungry pussy, he simply resumed fucking her with the intention of sating his own pleasure and building up to the anticipated point of releasing his flood of cum into a welcoming hole.

He slid his cock in and out of her so hard that her juices began to soak along both of their groins. However, after a while longer of stuffing her pussy full in this manner, Varian grew tired of this awkward position of fucking her upside down. He quickly pulled out his juice-bathed shaft from her quivering slit, causing her to protest by glaring up at him with malicious red eyes.

Lifting her up with ease, the strong human warrior hefted the slender banshee queen up by her torso. His hands moved to her leather-covered thighs and he spread them open, revealing her glistening pussy to him again. He hiked her black panties off to the side again and, while gripping both of her thighs and holding her up in the air with his strength, he pressed his cock against her and buried himself inside her as if she were a hand-held fuck toy for him.

Like a cock sleeve, he began to slide her up and down his shaft while holding her in the air, while she threw her head from side to side, rocking her body back against him. He panted and groaned into her pointy elven ear as he worked toward his first, pent-up orgasm. Because she’d denied him of his release previously, he was now about to make up for it by filling her up with enough sheer cum to make her feel like her belly was full of a big meal.

As her entire body was forcibly pistoned up and down his shaft, her pussy clenched down and began its systematic squeezing of Varian’s cock again. All the while, a rush of clear hot juices now soaked his shaft plundering her sweet pussy. Since she didn’t have the satisfaction of squirting her female cum into his face again, Varian now felt the flood of her juices bathing his cock in warmth as he continued to sink and slip himself in and out still.

Sylvanas looked utterly contented beneath her hood. Her eyes were dreamily opening and closing as her sodden pussy stopped layering his cock in fluids. Still though, her sensitive pussy still felt little sparks of pleasure throughout the inside of her cunt even after having cum twice.

“You’ve indulged enough. Now it’s my turn,” he spat into her ear.

Sylvanas turned her head and looked over her shoulder at him. “Oh, but silly king: I am going to indulge in this, in fact. I wanted to cum a couple times first and now I have. Now you’d better cream me with your white seed. Go ahead, do it! Fill up my tight little pussy with your royal spunk!”

As if on queue, Varian clenched his teeth and threw his head into the sky to howl his victorious release. He sheathed her down fully onto his hard cock and held her luscious, petite body impaled onto his cock until he had plumbed the depths of her cunt up to the cervix again.

Varian let the years of sexual deprivation and the humiliation and guilt of fornicating with the banshee queen bottle up inside him. His balls, nestled firmly against her ass, were preparing to release their biggest payload now that his heavy cock was sunken in to her cunt all the way up to her sacred inner sanctum. Regardless of who this female impaled on him actually was, Varian’s body practically demanded him to justify all that guilt and anxiety by flooding her with ropes of his hot cum.

The king’s eyes rolled back into his head as his balls tightened, releasing rope after virile rope of potent human cum deep inside Sylvanas’ pussy. With pregnancy impossible for her, her undead womb now served no other function than to contain his plentiful white load that splashed and filled her to the brim.

Sylvanas groaned, jerking her hips in tandem with him as every throb and twitch of his hefty cock expended another thick rope of spunk down her sodden passage and into her defunct baby chamber. When he had painted nearly every crevice of her tight pussy with his creamy white load, he dropped her down to the forest floor and braced himself atop her shapely rear end with a long drawn out sigh, resting his head on her back from exhaustion.

Sylvanas too was just as frozen in place as the muscled human lying atop her was. She had a very satisfied grin on her face as she wiggled her hips, feeling his semi-hard cock moving through her pussy as well as the slimy concoction that dripped and bubbled out of her slit. Even though she biologically couldn’t become pregnant, she felt from the fullness of his cock and the amount of jizz flooded into her uterus that she was carrying a baby.

Finally, Sylvanas willed herself to move again and her slender elven form wiggled its way from under Varian’s heavily armored form pressing down on her. In their exposed nether regions, Varian’s dripping maleness slipped out of her audibly like a cork released from a bottle…and with a runoff of white fluid following swiftly out of her cunt.

As the guilt of what he’d done was returning to Varian with a vengeance, Sylvanas sat down on the ground and spread her legs out wide, shoving two fingers into her fucked-out, cum soaked hole to catch the river of cum pouring out of her. She used these fingers to scoop up and feast delightfully on the human seed injected into her while two fingers of her other hand stroked her sensitive clit, adding some last minute pleasure to her tender sex.

When she was finished eating as much messy treat as she could find, she crawled on her hands in knees toward Varian, who was still sitting on the ground reconciling his actions. Sylvanas crawled between his legs and her fingers wrapped themselves around his throbbing, semi-hard shaft. This brought him back to reality and he looked down with a hard demeanor as the banshee queen settled between his legs.

“Let me clean you up and get you nice and hard again so we can have some more fun,” she whispered with a wink.

More?! Varian thought to himself. Before he could protest, Sylvanas gripped his shaft at its base and lowered her head down. He groaned in shock as her wet blue lips closed themselves around the thick head of his cock. Her fingers stroked the bottom part of his cock and massaged his balls while her mouth sucked and sucked away at his length. She moaned around his cock, running her tongue all along his succulent meat and licking away at both of their leftover cum.

Under the intoxicating stimulations of this seductress’ mouth and the delighted moans and whimpers that she made while suckling, Varian felt his length extend as blood flowed back into it. In no time, his cock had attained its pinnacle of length again as she popped her mouth off of his cock. She licked her libs as dribbles of drool dripped from the sides of her lips. She smiled and leaned her head back, gulping down the cum that was in her mouth followed by a satisfied “ah” sound.

“Delicious,” she said in a sultry voice. She looked down at his throbbing member again and smiled devilishly. “Ready for more I see? Good. Give me another good pounding and make me cum again and then I’ll be done with you,” she ordered him nonchalantly.

She flipped over and got down onto her hands and knees, perching up her rear end and the exposed holes that resided in the opening to her armor.

Varian growled with renewed fury. He’d had about enough of her sexual demands and deceitful extortion. She’d toyed with his dignity for the last time.

He kicked her down into the dirt beneath her, causing her to grunt as he mashed her head back down against the cold earth. While he pressed her against the ground, he grabbed her hips and forced her perched rear end up toward him. He pulled her leather leggings down further and gave a hard tug, ripping her black silken panties off of her fully with a snap. He tossed the shredded panties off to the side beside their scattered weapons several feet away.

He turned his gaze down to her lower regions while his hands stroked away at his pulsing cock. This was now the first time that he took notice of another detail. Situated just above her drooling pussy was a tiny crinkled star. Sylvanas’ tight asshole was at the center of Varian’s attention and was practically winking at him with its puckered form.

Varian’s eyes grew alight with vengeful fire and his mouth twisted into a smirk. If she wanted to be fucked again, then he decided without hesitation that he was going to give her quite the shock while doing it.

His cock, still dripping wet with her saliva and leftover juices, was lined up with her tight butthole. He ordinarily may have been concerned with having enough lubrication in this equation; however, in this case he could care less about how Sylvanas felt at this point.

He grabbed both of her shapely asscheeks, spreading them open so that her tight crinkled asshole was exposed completely. He clenched his teeth and dug his gloves fingers into her ass and speared himself as deeply into her anal hole as hard as possible. Her tight asshole, once crinkled and constricting, was no forced wide open as his girth bore into her, forcing the orifice to spread open to accommodate him.

Sylvanas’ red eyes bulged out of her head and she shrieked as her anus was unexpectedly filled by Varian’s cock. He didn’t give her a chance to take inch by inch either, but rather, gave another hard slam that sundered through her anal chasm till he had filled her up with as much as he could.

“Yesssss! Now that’s what I’m talking about!” she suddenly hollered in pure bliss. Her tight asshole closed itself around his burrowing fuckstick as it filled her up. Like her pussy, her ass began to squeeze along his length of its own accord, albeit much, much harder and tighter this time.

Varian, taken aback and rather stunned that she was actually enjoying the unexpected penetration of her rear orifice, simply pronounced his discouragement by beginning his systematic and heavy pounding of her tight anal fuckhole. He pushed her head into the ground harder while moaning and growling like an animal, sliding his cock deeply in and out of her anus. Always he would do a full thrust, pulling out till the head was the only thing inside her and her gaping asshole quivered around it, before slamming back inside to the hilt.

Sylvanas was in pure ecstasy from the feeling. His cock filled up her bowels and brought her explosions of pleasure every time his cock slid wetly through her tight bottom hole and his balls slapped her ass. She reached a finger down to rub her clit while he fucked her ass good, licking her lips as she anticipated a sweet orgasm not far off now.

Varian groaned, rutting into the banshee’s ass beneath him as he felt her asshole clamp down and milk his cock in almost a painful, pinching sensation. Still though, the pleasure greatly outweighed any discomfort and he knew as his cock was pumped by a super tight anal chasm that he was going to soon fill up the Forsaken leader’s rectum with any cum that he had to fill her with.

Sylvanas reached her peak first as Varian slammed and repeatedly hilted himself in and out of her whorish anal fuckhole. She moaned and saw stars as her ass clamped down as hard as it could while her pussy simultaneously released another rush of clear feminine juices onto the forest floor beneath them. Even as she reached the end of her orgasm, she continued to smile as juices dripped down her leather leggings and the human king’s steel hard shaft of thick meat continued to set off mini explosions of pleasure through her loins as it hit every hidden pleasure point contained within her tight rear orifice.

The pinching and milking that her tight asshole made around his slickened manhood was all that he was going to take. Varian picked up speed, slipping and sliding in and out of her fucked-open butthole as fast and as deep as he could until he pressed forward, burying her down into the dirt while burying his cock in so that it was packed up into her anus.

Her eyes were serenely opening and closing in bliss when she felt every hot, sticky rush of cum splash deep into her ass. Still, her agile anal chute squeezed and released, squeezed and released, until every hot sticky rope was shot with expert precision into the deep void of her bowels. When her final orifice was filled up to coincide with the filling of baby batter in her pussy, Varian raggedly pulled his finally-soft cock out of her asshole. When released, a spillage of hot cum dripped out of her with it, before her hole seemed to close up and take its original tight, crinkled star form once again.

Varian fell back onto the ground and slammed his eyes shut, oblivious to the surrounding forest, to the banshee queen beside him with cum-filled holes, and to the very reason that he’d come here and agreed to these travesties in the first place.

When reality finally came back to him and he realized that her constraining contract was done, he quickly stood up and tucked his limp cock back into her trousers before concealing them with his leggings.

He looked over at Sylvanas and saw that she too was tucking back her used, cum-soaked orifices behind her leather armor until they were concealed away. He saw that a trail of cum and juice was trickling down her leather leggings, but she didn’t seem to notice or care. As she was dressing herself back up, she looked over at him and winked maliciously; a gesture that he returned by turning his head away in angst.

“Oh boy…forget those royal concubines. From now on, you and that cock of yours can take a portal to the Undercity. It’d be nice to have a thick, meaty alternative to fucking limp-dicked Deathguard,” she grinned.

He looked at her, gritting his teeth with impatient anger.

“Just shut up and tell me where me and my men will be picking up the prisoners. I did what you asked and now you will uphold your end of the deal. I want the Gilneans freed,” he growled at her through grit teeth.

Sylvanas smirked and approached him. This time, he didn’t flinch in repulsion or caution as she neared. He’d just brutally fucked and filled up both of her holes with cum; that seemed to have a way of taking the edge off.

She put her hooded pale head near his ear and whispered, “I’m going to keep the prisoners.”

Varian’s eyes widened and he looked at her with quivering lips and grit teeth.

“You…” he said simply in utter disbelief.

She giggled before she precariously leaned over and kissed his cheek while a hand reached down and traced his limp cock beneath his leggings.

“I had a lot of fun negotiating with you today. We should do this again real soon. Until next time…sexy king,” she laughed loudly as it echoed through the clearing and into the forest around her.

Varian’s anger exploded out of him tenfold. He screamed in utter insanity at the fact that he had been taken advantage of, made a fool out of and humiliated. More than that, he had failed to even secure what he’d come to negotiate for, even after all the indignities he’d suffered at the hands of Sylvanas Windrunner.

“Bitch! I’ll kill you!” he screamed, making for his scattered weapon and quickly spinning back toward Sylvanas.

By the time he spun around with weapon in hand however…she was already gone. Her mocking chuckle still echoed and drifted through Silverpine Forest, making its way back to his ears.

Now alone and basking in his shame and defeat, Varian cried out again and released his rage in an almost infantile manner by taking one of his dual blades and slashing the Forsaken truce banner in half.

He’d failed. He’d had the chance to kill her and prevent her trickery and indignity but he hadn’t taken it. Light knows he should have anticipated a ploy on her part. How could he ever be so foolish as to think that she would uphold her end of the deal?

Varian stood there a while, simply staring off into the dark woodland around him. Until he finally found what little temperance he already possessed to begin with. With no other reason to remain here, Varian turned around and made back for the direction of the portal and his waiting men, all the while he prayed and hoped that none of them had been close enough to hear or witness what he’d done and endured.

His gloved hand wiped away at leftover residue of her feminine juices coating his face –a pussy juice-coated testament to his humiliation at the hands of the banshee queen. As he walked through the forest back to the portal that would take him to Stormwind, Varian plotted his revenge with a counterattack against Forsaken-occupied Gilneas. Most of all, he relished the very thought of being able to dispose of their unholy leader; the source of his current rage and shame.

“The next time we meet Sylvanas…I will be spearing you with a real weapon,” Varian Wrynn growled to himself as he disappeared through the trees out of sight.
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Aggressive Negotiations: Silverpine