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Gryphons circled around Stormwind Keep, their riders keeping a watchful eye on the streets below and on the horizon.
The docks were full of ships from every Alliance nation as their leaders had been summoned to a gathering by Anduin Wrynn, the new High King of the Alliance. The city was alive with visitors from all over, many curious about what would happen after the Burning Legion's defeat. Whispers of a new conflict between the Horde and Alliance were common in the weeks following Sargeras's defeat.
Tyrande Whisperwind sat on the other side of the young king, watching silently.
The meeting was not going as smoothly as Anduin had hoped, the night elven priestess could tell. A youth of 19 years, most other leaders assembled around the long table respected him for his kind and patient nature, yet few truly thought of him as a king.
It was as though he had no true authority over the Alliance's member-states, and no strength of will sufficient enough to impose his will over the council.
"With all due respect, Anduin, we cannot take these acts of aggression lightly... I know you are young, but..."
Anduin glanced at Greymane. The man had been King of Gilneas when Anduin's late father was still at his mother's breast and now, he served as a mentor and advisor. Still, he did not seem to trust Anduin's wisdom.
Tyrande knew that he had spent years learning all he could of warfare and diplomacy, having lived for a time in Darnassus. Why were all these people now doubting him?
"Yes, Genn... I know," he replied, trying not to let his frustration show through.
Anduin took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them, his gaze immediately landed on Tyrande Whisperwind and her adopted daughter, Shandris Feathermoon. More specifically, his eyes landed on the valley of titflesh on display before him, the High Priestess of the Kaldorei's enormous, wobbling tits straining against the thin fabric of her holy garments.
The two elven women smirked. Few could resist the Chosen of Elune’s gigantic knockers, her fat nipples visible through the delicate cloth of her robes.
As one so focused on learning how to be the best leader he could, Anduin had never taken the time to find a wife or even court a girl, outside what he had learned at the numerous balls he had been forced to attend. But the more he looked at this spectacle, this elven tit-valley, the harder it became to think clearly about anything else. He felt a familiar stirring in his loins, one which he would have to handle very soon, which demanded his attention, which caused his pants to tighten almost painfully...
Tearing his gaze from those luscious orbs took much of his willpower, and he tried to bring himself back into the conversation.
"Stromgarde needs to be reinforced! A garrison must be put in place to avoid the Horde taking the Highlands and descending further south into Khaz Modan!" Muradin Bronzebeard shouted, slamming his fist on the wooden council table.
Shandris turned her head to the dwarf, eyeing him for a moment. She was unarmed, having placed her bow on a wall near the door. "There are far more pressing matters at hand. Sylvanas has not yet shown interest in the Eastern Kingdoms, yet we have been told that SI:7 has spotted Horde activity in Kalimdor. We fear they may strike at the Kaldorei before it is too late. Their forces are far more numerous on the Western continent than here," she said, her voice smooth and devoid of animosity.
"Bah! We'll see what the Council of Three Hammers has to say about that, lass!" the Bronzebeard representative replied hotly.
Voices became louder as each leader tried to get their point across. Tyrande remained quiet, her silver orbs fixed on Anduin, measuring his every movement. She could tell by his breathing that he was slowly losing patience and she detected something else, the unmistakable hints of a young man aroused.
Her full lips curled into a smirk.
Anduin sighed, rubbing his temples as he struggled to think of a way to make these people come together, to see things from a common perspective. With Tyrande's gaze on him, he found himself distracted once more, his eyes drawn to the enormity of her breasts, those fat elven udders resting on the table.
Though she could not see beneath the table, Tyrande could imagine Anduin’s cock, how it throbbed at the sight of her chest, her twin mountains larger than her head by a fair margin.
He shook his head and forced himself to look away.
The boy feels shame for getting distracted again, thought Tyrande. He cannot think clearly. The lust he has been suppressing for so long will soon boil over.
When he rejoined the conversation, everyone around him was shouting and Muradin had left the room, slamming the door behind him.
"I... think it would be better if we took the day off, Anduin," the Prophet Velen said, offering the young king a smile.
"You are right, Velen. The meeting is adjourned until tomorrow," he declared to those that remained in the chamber.
All those present could see how little things were progressing and so did not object when Anduin asked them to leave. Velen was among the last to go, leaving Anduin alone with Tyrande, who had said little during the whole thing.
"I wished to speak to you in private," she said. Though she was well over ten thousand years old, she looked no older than thirty-five, with curves that screamed of feminine excess and motherly softness. Her enormous thighs overflowed from her seat, carrying an ass that defied all reason or logic.
He keeps staring at my tits, thinking about how they may be the reason for Malfurion and Illidan fighting over me for so long.
Tyrande slowly stood, pressing her hands to the table and leaning over slightly as she did so. Anduin's breath caught in his throat as he looked down the woman's mouthwatering cleavage, those titanic elf-tits shifting tantalizingly within the sheer strips of cloth that held them prisoner.
And when she straightened, his eyes went to her wide hips and thick, meaty thighs, the skin visible through the slits at the sides of her garment. He blushed when he realized that he'd been staring yet again.
His breathing is quickening… He is imagining his head locked between my thighs.
A knowing smirk spread across the High Priestess's lips. "Leave us, Shandris. I'll come meet you once I am done."
"Yes, High Priestess," the general said, using her mother’s official title, bowing and turning towards the door. Shandris's curves rivalled her own mother's, with enormous tits that strained against her leather armor and a pair of thighs that could smother a man. Few night elves could boast of such extravagant proportions, yet somehow Tyrande had managed to adopt one of the only other women of her people who'd ever grown to rival her beauty.
Once Shandris had disappeared through the door, Tyrande began making her way around the table.
The king couldn't help but stare at her as she walked, her high heels clicking against the stone floor. Her huge, round ass swaying tantalizingly, drawing his eye like a magnet, with ass cheeks that wobbled about, mountainous masses that jutted out behind her, creating a shelf of jiggling ass meat.
Tyrande Whisperwind was built for breeding.
He gulped.
As she turned to the left, Anduin could now see that the woman's gigantic udders were quite nearly as large as those fat cheeks. Her eyes didn’t miss him trying to readjust himself subtly without her noticing. She didn’t miss a single detail, and her sharpened senses could smell the hint of precum in the air. He was most likely already harder than he’d been in ages, just staring at her.
Tyrande’s cunt throbbed at the thought, getting wet almost instantly.
He swallowed nervously. "High Priestess..." he stammered out in the silence that followed, unable to find anything else to say. It wasn't just that her body was magnificent; it seemed that there was something almost hypnotic in the way she carried herself. Like she was drawing his attention to every inch of her body, putting him under some sort of spell or enchantment.
Anduin tried to break the silence.
"What is it you needed to discuss, Tyrande?" he asked a little louder this time, trying not to stare so openly at the woman's enormous rack, those fat nipples tenting the fabric of her robes.
Her eyes trailed down his downward, noticing the obvious erection tenting his royal pants and the slight damp spot there.
Fuck… He looks huge.
Indeed, the behemoth fucksausage contained within the boy-king’s britches seemed as fat as his father’s. She would have to see it for herself.
She didn't reply immediately, instead continuing to walk around the table, stalking him like a nightsaber until she reached Anduin's side, sitting on the chair next to him. The king found it hard to look away from her giant melons, their size causing them to sag slightly, overflowing on either side of the strips of mooncloth that made up her robes.
Being so close to him and the enormous bulge below the table, she couldn’t stop her mind from spinning with carnal images - of her tits on his face smothering him, of his cock wedged between her fat cheeks... Of all the positions he'd take her in. She bit his lower lip, grinning at him.
He shook his head briefly. He’d been staring again. There were more pressing matters at hand.
He can’t stop himself. Adorable.
"I'm sure you're well aware of the situation in Ashenvale..." she finally began, eyeing him coolly.
"Yes, High Priestess," he replied tersely. "I am also well aware of your people's position on Kalimdor and that the Horde's main armies are at your doorstep." He wanted to show her that he knew of warfare, though he had but a tiny fraction of her experience in such matters.
"Indeed they are," she agreed, nodding. "This time the threat comes directly from Orgrimmar, though. The Horde has assembled a massive army to march towards Teldrassil... I fear they may attempt a diversion to take us by storm."
Anduin nodded absently, still watching as Tyrande stroked her chin with one hand. He noted that her nails were long and perfectly manicured, painted blue.
"We should... yes..." he said, trailing off as once more, his eyes drifted down to the elf's titanic knockers.
"You have something on your mind, Highness?" she asked.
Two things on his mind, yes.
Anduin blushed crimson. "No! Nothing!" he exclaimed hastily, turning away to glance back towards the window behind him. His cock was throbbing painfully in its confines, that much was obvious to the priestess.
"Of course," she murmured, amused. "Well, now..." she purred, reaching over to grab a map of Kalimdor. Doing so caused her to lean over the table, massive lavender-hued knockers dangling just inches from Anduin's face, brushing ever so slightly against his arm, giving him a feel for their weight, their mass.
He swallowed hard, averting his gaze as best he could. A monumental task, given the monumental size of those Kaldorei peaks.
She studied the map intently for a moment before speaking again, sitting down and bringing the map in front of him. Her finger pointed to the spot where Orgrimmar was marked. As she did so, the soft skin of her forearm met his. "This," she said, "is where Sylvanas has stationed thousands of her troops."
"I-I-ah," he stammered.
Once I’ve turned him into an obedient little lion, he’ll prioritize sending his armies to Northern Kalimdor…
Tyrande's lips curled into a thin smile, trying to hide her amusement behind a facade of stern seriousness. Everything she did oozed sexuality, and she knew it.
"It is but a short distance from Teldrassil," she stated calmly, her finger tracing along the drawn roads of the map, her skin brushing against his. "The Horde would be able to reach our capital within a day if they chose to do so."
"W-we must-"
"-prepare ourselves," she finished abruptly, straightening in her seat. As she did so, she knocked a wooden statuette of a lion onto the ground, one representing the Alliance's armies. Of course, she made it appear as though she'd done so by accident.
"Oh, by Elune," she feigned exasperation at herself. "I suppose the day has been long... Clumsy me. Let me just..."
Anduin's eyes widened in terror as Tyrande slipped beneath the table to find the statuette. He looked around nervously, seeing no way out of this predicament. His cock throbbed violently in his pants as he felt her warmth so near to him.
Beneath the table, Tyrande quickly found the statuette, pushing it aside. "Oh, I don't know where it's gone off to..." she said, allowing her grin to widen somewhat and knew that her advances made the young man so nervous as to forget his words, his inexperience palpable in his every word and movement.
With Malfurion always gone on some quest or sleeping for thousands of years, Tyrande had often found herself passing the time with other partners or to make sure she stayed at the very top of Kaldorei society.
"Could it have gone... here?" she continued teasingly, crawling beneath the table, now positioned between his legs. As she looked up towards his crotch, her breath caught in her throat.
The boy-king's cock strained against his trousers, a massive thing that nearly reached his knee. She could find no words at that moment, awestruck by the majesty of Anduin's gigantic pole.
"I-ah..." It was her turn to stammer incoherently as her eyes wandered over a rod thrice the size of her own husband's, by all appearances. "I-I'm sorry, Your Majesty," she finally managed, managing to overcome the shock of such a gigantic cock just inches from her face.
‘How the fuck did he stuff that thing into his pants?’
"Is something the matter, Tyrande?" Anduin asked, concern allowing him to briefly forget the embarrassing situation he was in.
Tyrande shook her head. "N-no, Highness. It... Well..." she took a deep breath, calming herself. "It appears the figurine may have fallen into your pants," she said, slowly moving closer to him, kneeling between his legs. Her hand met with his knee, slowly tracing the path upwards until it met the throbbing outline of his manhood.
With deliberate movements, the priestess allowed her fingers to trace along the High King's shaft, staring in amazement as it throbbed violently from her touch. "Mmh... By Elune, I don't remember the figurine being this big..." she breathed, looking up at him through her lashes with a coy smile.
Her tongue crept out to wet her full red lips, desire burning in her gaze as she watched his reaction carefully from beneath the table.
She traced her fingertips down the length of his organ, feeling its heat and hardness as she let her hands do the work for her, stroking up and down through his clothing. Taking her time, the night elf slowly emerged from beneath the table, making sure to press her gigantic fuckpillows against his body as she did so, rising until her lips were level with his. Her hand, never leaving his cock, kept teasing his beastly prick.
"T-Tyrande... I... I'm not sure this is appropriate... What if..."
"-we get caught?” she interrupted. “Mmm, we might." The night elf leaned in close, pressing her chest into his. "But then again, isn’t that part of the fun?" she whispered hotly into his ear before trailing her tongue across his jawline, running it downwards to his neck before circling around and planting her lips firmly onto his.
Anduin's eyes went wide at the sudden kiss. He'd never had much experience with such things and he felt as though his heart might leap from his chest at any given moment. Yet, he did not resist. Tyrande's touch, her smell, everything about her was intoxicating and he felt himself giving in immediately.
As soon as their tongues touched, Anduin groaned deeply. This wasn't just some dry, chaste kiss like many of the ones he had received from pretty nobles in the past. This was a primal, animalistic kiss and he soon found his own tongue dancing with Tyrande's. Before he knew it, his tongue had pushed back into the elf's mouth, taking control of the kiss and dominating it completely.
Tyrande moaned against his lips as she felt his hard cock press into her thigh, her gigantic tits pressed to his hard chest. The High King's hands grabbed hold of her ass suddenly, forcefully, squeezing them roughly while she ground her cunt against his thigh through her soft silken panties. She was already soaked, wet with anticipation, she found, and the way he was taking control made things all the better for her.
"Nngh... So much like your father," she giggled as their lips parted, briefly connected by a thin strand of saliva. "You've grown up so quickly..." she remarked, recalling how, not so long ago, he’d been a bookish youth who struggled to hold a sword.
The High King blushed slightly, embarrassed at hearing those words coming from the High Priestess's lips. His face flushed further as they shared another passionate kiss, both of them moaning at the pleasure it brought.
His hands moved away from her rear when she pulled back, but instead ran up to cup each of her massive breasts, massaging the fleshy mounds and pinching her nipples softly. Tyrande gasped loudly as his strong hands played with her fat, jiggling tits; squeezing one, kneading the other, rolling and tugging on her taut buds. She moaned like a whore in heat, rubbing his cock harder through his pants for a moment before those fingers slithered beneath his waistband.
Her eyes went wide as she felt the heat of the young king's rod against her fingers, its weight, its size... She gulped, wondering how she could ever begin to satisfy such a titanic tool.
Anduin swallowed audibly as the elf's digits wrapped around his dick, fondling it greedily. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he began humping her hand furiously, grinding his stiff prick into the night elf's palm.
He could feel her pussy juices dripping down onto his leg, and as Tyrande's hands started to pump faster, precum soon coated her hand, along with much of his throbbing length.
"You're always... taking care of others, Anduin," she said, kissing his earlobe gently. "Why not let someone else take care of you for once?" she whispered, sending blissful shivers through his spine.
With an amused chuckle, the teal-haired elf slowly sank back down beneath the table, making sure to let the king feel her enormous melons dragging along his body as she did so. With an excited glimmer in her eye, the Tyrande slowly began pulling Anduin's pants down, revealing his gigantic cock inch by inch. First, its root, thicker than her wrist by a fair margin and covered in finger-thick veins... She was salivating at the sight and felt a little light-headed at the masculine musk that emanated from the virile length. Though she would never admit so to her beloved Malfurion, ever had Tyrande been a size queen, a true slave to the biggest cocks that Azeroth had to offer.
And this one did not seem like it would disappoint.
Tugging on the waistband of his pants revealed more and more of that interminable length, riddled with thick, pumping veins. Tyrande could feel a surge of excitement and warmth spreading through her core as his behemoth was revealed to her. It seemed almost too big to fit inside of her mouth... She wanted to worship that fat thing, to offer it pleasures untold for all the long years she had left.
And as the last inch of that marvelous monstrosity became exposed to her eyes, it swung upwards, smacking her violently beneath the chin. It was as though some foe had punched her beneath the jaw. Anduin's cock bounced upwards then before falling back down. Tyrande barely had the time to react that the elephantine meat tube was upon her face. Fully erect, it was twice over the length of her face from chin to forehead, dripping inhuman amounts of precum onto her back and ass, staining her priestly robes with his virile essence.
"Elune save me..." she whimpered helplessly, awestruck by the fattest dick she'd seen in a thousand years, larger even than his father's imposing beast. She tried to move her head away, only for the king to grab a fistful of her hair roughly, forcing her face to remain pressed to his dick.
Anduin smirked, looking down at her. "You thought you would be in control of this little exchange, didn’t you? For a woman of your age and experience... you are incredibly naive. I am the High King of the Alliance, and you serve me," he said with a chuckle.
That sudden turn in his personality... it reminded her so much of his father, while the other, more diplomatic and kind side of him was so similar to the tales that she'd heard of the boy's mother. The powerful tone with which he said those words only served to make her that much hornier, to turn her into an ever more obedient whore.
The thought of being the High King's plaything... A youth not even a fraction as old as she was. There was something appealing about it, something primal.
Thoughts became blurred within her mind as she opened her mouth, allowing her tongue to slip out from between her lips to bathe His Majesty's lordly dick in spit and drool. Her lips would massage the underside of his behemoth cock as she made out like a cockstarved bitch in heat.
Tyrande Whisperwind, High Priestess of Elune, slobbering all over his fat cock. Anduin liked the sound of that.
He was really going to enjoy this.
With his hand still holding the priestess's hair, he pulled his fat slab of meat back until its head was at her lips, smearing her plush cocksuckers with slick precum. "I'm sure a woman of your... talents will know what to do, hm?" he teased. Of course, Anduin had never received a blowjob from anyone before, all of this was just so... instinctual to him. He'd read and heard about these acts, and so was taking charge as best he could, given his limited experience.
Tyrande seemed not to care for his lack of experience, her wetness dribbling down her thighs. Having such a usually shy and bookish youth take control of her like that, it was such an indescribable joy to the priestess, who was used to her far more loving husband. But she needed more, she needed to be taken, to be fucked and used.
She grabbed onto the table's leg as slowly, her lips parted to allow the king's fat cockhead into her mouth. Her warm, wet tongue swirled around it, hungrily, lasciviously, tasting every new inch of him that graced her mouth - and there were many of those inches. Slight gagging noises could be heard in the room as he pushed back against her throat, slowly invading that tight passage.
A slight groan left his lips.
"Fuck..." he gasped as he felt the muscles of her throat massaging his cock.
On her end, Tyrande's eyes looked up at him, gauging his reaction, enjoying how, even though he would use her for his own pleasure, he could not fully resist ten thousand years of cockslurping practice. He was a kitten pretending to be a lion, and she found it both endearing and incredibly fucking hot. She rubbed her thighs together for a moment before her hand wandered down to her sopping gash, her fingers teasing the hardened nub of her clit slowly, rubbing it in slow circles.
Finally, the last few inches of Anduin's battering ram of a dick were pushed into Tyrande's mouth, her lips stretched thin around his shaft, her tongue playing with the underside of his dick. Her cheeks hollowed out as she tried to swallow his length.
GLRK GLRK GLRK!
Lewd slurping noises echoed throughout the room as he started slowly but surely facefucking her, using her mouth and throat to get himself off. Few men could boast of a higher station than him, and few could pretend to have a cock half as large as this one. She would mould him into a sexual god.
"Tyrande... I don't think I can last long..." he whimpered.
She could feel him throbbing so violently, so close to release.
"Anduin?" she heard a familiar voice call out from behind her.
Shandris.
Anduin's movements ceased suddenly, leaving her with his cock lodged deep in her throat. His cock was so fat that it stopped any air from reaching her lungs.
Oh fuck... Please... Just fucking leave thought Tyrande, trying to pull herself from Anduin's cock.
"Ah, yes Shandris?" Anduin said, trying to regain his composure, unaware of Tyrande struggling, choking on his behemoth shaft.
Given the angle and the size of the table, Tyrande was sure that her adopted daughter could not see her, but she smiled regardless (inwardly - no one could have actually smiled with their lips stretched thin around such a cock).
"You're acting odd, Your Majesty," Shandris pointed out. "Is something bothering you...? You're so... red."
"No... No... It must be the meeting that's getting to me. Just trying to not let these things get to me," he said, trying to reassure her with a wide smile.
SCHLUURP
Shandri's ears perked up at the sound and she immediately pulled a wicked looking blade from a hilt at her hip, spinning about. "I think someone's in here..." she said, approaching the door which had shut itself just moments ago.
SLURRRRP
Anduin coughed as the sounds of Tyrande sucking him off got progressively louder. "It must be someone in the other room... In the library, I mean. You know how alchemists are..." he said, coughing and trying to avert his gaze from the other night elf's enormous, jiggling tits. Her spinning motion had sent them wobbling about and he feared they might never stop. If he stared at them for too long, he feared he might blow his load right into Tyrande's throat.
GLRNK GLUK
The General furrowed her brow, slowly hilting her blade just as Anduin's cock hilted itself in her mother's oesophagus.
Tyrande needed air, badly.
"If you say so, your majesty. But-"
"What did you come back for?" he asked, interrupting her, his words betraying some impatience.
"My bow, I forgot it here," she said, picking the weapon up from the hook upon which she'd left it upon her arrival.
Anduin's eye twitched as he attempted to delay the inevitable.
I'm going to pass out. I'm going to pass out on the biggest fucking cock this side of Azeroth...
"Great, great... I... Nngh... I need a moment, Shandris..."
"Have you seen my mother? I didn't see her leave..."
Anduin clenched his jaw. "I... Yes, she was... She was here moments ago... She... She used her hearthstone to get back to... Mmfff... Darnassus..." he managed to say.
Tyrande's eyes were watering now, makeup running down her cheeks as she struggled for air. The fact that Anduin's cock was still growing from his mounting arousal didn't help matters, either.
"Oh, I see. Well... In that case. Should I get a healer? You don't seem well..."
"I'm fine... I just need rest," he insisted, his face flushed a deep red. His cock hardened even further at the sight of Shandris's enormous breasts, the helm of which kept pumping Tyrande's stomach full of precum.
Dismissing her doubts about the whole thing, Shandris turned to the door. "As you say, Your Majesty," she said with a slight bow, oblivious to her mother who had her nose buried in Anduin's crotch as she deepthroated one of the fattest dicks Stormwind had ever seen.
As soon as Shandris left and that oaken door shut behind her, Anduin gripped the edge of the table with one hand, the other gripping the back of Tyrande's skull. "NnnggghhhhhFFFFUUUUUCCKKKK" he growled, his jaw clenched tight as he resumed fucking the woman's face roughly, his oversized fuckbat throbbing and throbbing, so near... "I'm cuUuuuuuuH-" Anduin grunted.
Nothing could have prepared Tyrande for what came next.
The first few bolts of cum shot straight out Anduin's cock, hitting the bottom of the elf's stomach. But more and more cum came, more than a whole platoon of men should have been able to produce. Cum started pouring from his winking cumslit, a tsunami of quivering ballgoop flooding the priestess's insides, soon overflowing it and forcing much of it back up her throat and out of her nostrils.
Tyrande gagged, unable to move her face but an inch, the king's mighty rod shoved inside her throat to the hilt, her eyes watering somewhat, eyeliner running down her cheeks, giving her the look of a perfect knob worshipping elf-whore. It didn't matter if she couldn't breathe now; all that mattered was the fact that her king's dick was still deep inside her mouth, her tongue lapping at its base while saliva dribbled onto the floor beneath her, enormous elf-tits swinging lewdly beneath her.
The priestess's vision became blurry as she ran out of oxygen, writhing and trying desperately to remove herself from Anduin's cock. But he would have none of it until his orgasm had passed.
As cum bubbled from her nose and the corners of her mouth, Anduin finally loosened his grip on Tyrande's head, allowing the priestess to pull her mouth from his cock. As his massive head slipped free of her lips with a lewd pop, Tyrande fell onto her ass, catching her breath and coughing up thick sheets of pearlescent nut.
Now that her head had been freed from the human's fat, pulsating pole, she could stare up at it in all its glory. Fat and powerful, there was no denying its enormity. With both hands, she reached up to grab hold of the veined giant, giving it a few strokes, noting how Anduin's erection did not flag in the slightest.
"A-ah..." Anduin managed to say, catching his breath, reeling still from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He considered apologizing for a brief moment but thought better of it. She was to obey him, after all. He was her superior, her king. In that sense, he wasn't entirely displeased by the sight of her slurping up every last drop of his seed like a good little slut. Indeed, the idea of having her suck him off for hours was actually very appealing right about then.
She began licking his shaft clean as she looked up into his eyes. Her cheeks were flushed red, her body drenched in sweat and cum. The two shared a silent moment, with only the sound of Tyrande's soft, wet slurps filling the room.
"You've shown me what your mouth can do, Tyrande, but those obscene fucking tits of yours... I want them. I want to fuck them."
Tyrande obeyed and straightened beneath his thighs, feeling her cunt gush at the sound of his authoritarian tone. He reached out towards Tyrande's massive jugs, grabbing handfuls of her overgrown, heavy tits. Her flesh yielded to his fingers as he squeezed their vastness, knead the abundant flesh.
Anduin gasped when he felt the priestess lift her gigantic fuckpillows, letting them fall with an audible PLAP! onto his lap. They were so fucking huge, so heavy. His cock throbbed wildly in anticipation as she wrapped them around its girth, his fingers still playing with them. "You fucking whore... do you tease all men like this?" he growled low, his eyes staring at the woman's oversized knockers, watching as they shifted and jiggled against his dick. His fingers slid to her nipples, tugging on them lightly, twisting them slightly as he watched the movements of Tyrande's breasts and her reaction to the touch.
Slowly, and with her silver eyes never leaving his blue ones, she spat onto his cock, a mixture of all manner of liquids soon coating his prick as she rubbed it into his shaft with her hand. "You wish to fuck my tits, Your Majesty?" she asked, one corner of her lips curling upwards. She enjoyed teasing the inexperienced monarch, knowing full well how much he had not been able to take his eyes off her glorious udders since they met.
The feeling of the priestess's cleavage surrounding his shaft was unlike anything the young Anduin had ever existed and he did his best to keep his composure, to show that he was in control of the situation. "Yes," he replied firmly. "Why else would you wear such an outfit to such an important meeting? Are all Kaldorei such cock-starved whores? Or are you the sluttiest one? Is that why Malfurion and Illidan could kill each other for you? For a chance at these ridiculous tits?"
Tyrande smirked and tried to look unimpressed by the words, but there was no denying how much of an absolute whore she was becoming for the boy-king. Nineteen years of age and well on his way to becoming an absolute sex fiend... The thought never left her mind as, slowly, she began rubbing her enormous breasts up and down his veiny length.
A soft moan escaped Anduin's throat when he felt his entire cock buried within the warmth of her silken cleavage, that abundant flesh covering most of his enormous prick. Only the top six or so inches of his behemoth shaft could be seen poking out from between her huge fuckjugs. Moving her tits up and down his cock, Tyrande would gasp slightly as she felt the king's palm smack her cheek slightly a few times. "That's right, that's all you elves are good for, fucking humans. Isn't that right? That has to be why, even after ten thousand years, Malfurion hasn't been able to give you a child... You simply don't fuck him. You want a superior human dick to breed you. Isn't that right?" he grinned, smacking her a few more times. Not enough to cause much pain, but enough to cement his position over her.
Tyrande slowly nodded as she moved her head down, allowing her lips to wrap around the helm of the boy-king's obscene fuckstick, the girth of which nearly forced her to unhinge her jaw.
Lewd slurping noises echoed through the room as she started sucking him off, massaging her overgrown dickwarming tits around his veiny pole. "Mmm," she would moan, voice muffled by the throbbing colossus in her mouth, hellbent on giving Anduin a titjob worthy of the High King. It seemed like she couldn't get enough of this big cock either; she didn't seem willing to stop, no matter how many times he slapped her face or called her names. Maybe that was the appeal? After all, if she really hated it so much, then wouldn't she have stopped long ago? As his humiliation of her continued, she found that she enjoyed every second of it.
Tyrande could feel Anduin throbbing between her tits, could feel his precum leaking from the corners of her mouth, mixed with her saliva. It coated his cock and her tits, making them slick with the viscous fluid. Her tongue licked at his cock's crown for a moment, teasing him with the tip of her agile tongue.
Anduin gritted his teeth as he felt his orgasm coming closer and he would slip a finger into Tyrande's mouth then, hooking into her cheek and pulling her mouth from his prick. "I want to enjoy these longer..." he said, staring down into her eyes as he started thrusting upwards into her cleavage, fucking her fat, wobbling tits roughly, vigorously. Her fingers held them tightly around his prick as he slammed his molten hot meat tube repeatedly between her tits, pleasuring himself with her ludicrously overgrown elven tits. "Who knew Elune's chosen was such a slave to dick? Such a fucking cock-addicted knob-slurping bitch?"
"Ohh..." Tyrande moaned softly, mouth forced open by Anduin's finger hooked in her cheek. His hand was trembling slightly as he kept pumping into her obscenely large mammaries, slamming himself repeatedly between the valley of her breasts, sending those udders wobbling and shaking about.
"I'm gonna fucking cum... I'm gonna cum all over your huge fucking tits..." Anduin groaned, his hips starting to jerk erratically now, his thick rod twitching inside the priestesses' giant knockers. Anduin leaned forward slightly, hand gliding down to cup her chin, pressing his forehead against hers and kissing her deeply, invading her mouth with his tongue as he kept on fucking her tits with such bestial vigour as she had never seen.
Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to lick at his own, sharing his taste as their tongues danced together. The kiss lasted only a few moments before Anduin pulled back, panting heavily, sweat dripping down his brow. Extracting his length from the woman's tits, Anduin stood up, pushing his chair back.
He could feel his orgasm nearing and wanted to offer his cum to the elf as thanks for her work. Vigorously, he started pumping his cock towards the kneeling priestess, her eyes staring up at his cock with indescribable hunger, opening her mouth and letting her tongue roll out. Grunting, Anduin leaned forward, pressing his palm flatly against the table, stroking his length hard and fast.
With his fast slamming up and down his cock, Anduin groaned, his dick throbbed violently.
The first lance of cocksnot slammed against Tyrande's breast, causing that gigantic jiggling mound to jiggle about wildly, bouncing as though someone had slapped it with the palm of their hand. Thick strands of cum would fire from Anduin's cumslit, splattering across Tyrande's face, coating her cheeks, her nose, her tits, her hair. Not an inch of her upper body was spared, not a single strand of hair or facial feature untouched.
Only when Anduin's orgasm slowed did Tyrande manage to place her lips at the head of his cock, her cheeks bulging outwards with the effort. Glorious, delicious amounts of thick, potent cum erupted onto her tongue, the last few spurts of that release soon coating her tastebuds before she swallowed.
Anduin shuddered, leaning back in his seat as he watched the high priestess greedily consume every drop of his seed. She lifted her colossal tits up, lapping at the droopy strands of semen that coated them.
As she swallowed all the cum she could get her hungry lips on, Anduin smirked and slapped her a few times on the side of the face with his cock, still rock-hard. "You're going to have to try harder if you want to please me, whore," he said with a smirk.
She looked up at him with a soft smile, licking her lips clean. "I will."
His cum was now not only filling her stomach, but her mind. She wanted more. Tyrande needed to feel the boy king's cock buried deep within her, filling her with his seed again. Luckily for her, his erection had never faltered, his cock still as rock-hard as it had been mere moments ago... Too often, Tyrande had found, men would simply roll over after the first load but Anduin had near-limitless virility to offer, it seemed.
Her cunt was already soaking wet - so much so, in fact, that her feminine essence had started running down her thighs to the floor below, creating a small puddle.
Still dazed from all the cum she'd just ingested, and with much of her body painted with off-white goop, Tyrande was picked up by the surprisingly strong Anduin and spun around so her enormous, round cheeks faced him. While the priestess's tits were legendary, her ass was simply unrivaled. Two enormous meaty globes of ass fat stared at Anduin, and he felt his cock throb eagerly at the sight. As she bent over the table, her elbows to the wooden surface, she looked over her shoulder at him expectantly.
"Fuck me."
He needed no additional instruction.
"Mmmph!" Tyrande moaned softly as Anduin pushed himself inside of her, eagerly, without refinement or gentleness. His fat, pussy-destroying behemoth plunged into the priestess's cunt, stretching her insides wide and rearranging her guts. She gasped, moaned and shook with ecstasy at the sensations of being stretched out so obscenely...
Without warning, Anduin grabbed her hips and began thrusting in earnest. Her asscheeks bounced, his flesh slapping against hers. The sound of their bodies crashing together filled the room as he slammed himself into her to the hilt each time, her midsection bulging obscenely with the sheer size of his cock, her whole lower half filled with his throbbing fuckmeat.
That throbbing, veiny obelisk slid in and out of the moaning priestess's velvety cunt, the walls of her sopping wet gash gripping that length as best it could. Wet noises accompanied the slapping of flesh as her wetness ran down her legs as the night elf moaned whorishly, her mouth permanently half-open. It took very little time for the elf to start cumming from that bestial fucking. It was good that she had been bent over in such a manner, for her legs would have surely given in, her muscles seizing.
Every powerful thrust of his oversized cock sent waves of assfat rippling outwards as he pushed every possible inch of his prick into her huge, round ass. There was so much fat there that he had to spread those cheeks wide open for even half his monstrous dick to even be able to fuck her at all.
"NFFFff....fffUCK!" Tyrande wailed as Anduin slammed into her again and again, that pounding causing the meeting table to move ever so slowly towards the wall on the other end of the council room. The elf would cum from the sheer brutality of that pussy-wrecking sex, her eyes rolling to the back of her skull as any semblance of sanity was surely fucked right out of her.
The High King's balls would swing forward with every movement, their weight making it nearly impossible for them to tighten at all as he, too, neared his third orgasm. And still, he felt as though that wouldn't be enough to fully satisfy him... Not when there was a whore like Tyrande Whisperwind readily giving herself to him in such a manner.
Anduin's dick punched at Tyrande's womb, readying it for the inevitable flood of porridge-thick nut that would soon flood it, only prolonging her orgasm, each one of those brain-melting peaks melding into each other. Tyrande could feel her sense of time fading, her sense of self, as it was replaced by an insatiable hunger for human dick.
For the briefest of moments, Tyrande thought of her daughter, of what she would think, had she seen her mother being fucked so savagely as she was right now. That fleeting moment was obliterated as she felt Anduin pushing himself into her yet again, spreading her abused gash with a cock that would have most likely broken her in half if not for the fact that her body was being reinforced by Elune's divine will.
A second later, the dick-addled elf was climaxing violently once more, her entire body shuddering and shaking with pleasure as her pussy was invaded by Anduin's grotesquely overmasculine fuckpipe. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth, her eyes into the back of her skull as the pleasure began its work of turning her into the most obedient elf-whore on Azeroth. Worshipping Elune seemed like such a silly thing to Tyrande now that she had Anduin's arm-sized monster that demanded her attention, her care, her devotion.
"AHHH FFFFFUCK!" she cried whenever her brain allowed her the little bit of brainpower required to form words before her mind began collapsing back into a blissful haze. His thick, meaty sausage was buried deeply within her deepest parts as he pounded in and out of Tyrande Whisperwind, the High Priestess' screams of ecstasy mingling with the sounds of wood cracking and splintering under the force of Anduin's furious thrusts. "Mmmmuhhh! AHHHHHH FUCK!"
Anduin kept slamming deep into her, his hands gripping her hips roughly. Tyrande was completely taken over by lust and desire, no longer thinking about anything but how much she wanted Anduin. The boy-king and his dick the centre of her universe.
Tyrande's orgasms continued without cease, the beautiful priestess losing control of her own body as Anduin plowed into her, her pussy getting stretched wider, her incoherent moans and screams causing her voice to give out at times, her face contorting as she begged for more.
Slight grunts would escape Anduin's mouth as he fucked Tyrande hard and fast, desperate to cum once more, his gigantic, cum-laden balls swinging with that wild cunt-pummeling he was dishing out. His fingers, completely lost in that sea of assflesh, dug into her bouncing cheeks as he hammered away at her, his cock churning inside her abused orifice, ready to blow just about any second.
The moans that came from the Kaldorei's mouth were undeniably that of a whore well in the process of being well and truly broken by her new lover's behemoth fuckshaft. "Ahhnn... Fuck... FUCK! Cum in me! Knock me up! FUCK!" she cried out her tits pressed to the table, thrusting her ass out as well as she could, a difficult task given the man's strength and the speed of his fucking.
Anduin slammed her against the table several more times, grinding their pelvises together with every lunge. After a few more seconds of that brutal fucking, Anduin couldn't take anymore. Tyrande felt his cock swell briefly within her cunt, even feeling those finger-thick veins rubbing against her inner walls. It felt as though every few thrusts triggered a new, smaller orgasm within her, begging for mercy within her mind yet never wanting this pleasure to end.
And then, with the helm of his goliath prick pressed to her cervix, Anduin's cock finally exploded, shooting ropes of cum straight down into Tyrande's battered twat, coating her innermost depths in his thick, creamy load. Missiles of virile seed shot into her, each one hitting with enough force that they might as well have been bullets, flooding her sopping gash with her future children.
Tyrande, still moaning and writhing in Anduin's embrace, couldn't help but notice her belly starting to grow larger.
"Mother moon save me," Tyrande moaned as she was filled to capacity with Anduin's monstrous pole, feeling her womb being stuffed full of the king's seed, feeling his potent nut stretching out her womb, her stomach slowly gaining in size from the sheer quantities of nut he pumped into her. There was more than should have been possible, given how much he had pumped into her stomach and onto her only moments prior. But as he throbbed within her depths, she could feel that he was not done.
Anduin's hands slipped along her body to grab her huge elven udders, fingers digging into the flesh as he forced her in an almost upright position, pumping her with gallons and gallons of molten hot nutbutter. The thickness of the man's cock was such that it stopped much of his cum from leaking out of her. She didn't want him to stop fucking her. It felt too good. Too amazing, like nothing else she'd ever experienced before.
Keenly aware of her body and the enormous cock lodged so deep within her, Tyrande felt her knees buckle at the pleasure of having her womb stuffed with enough piping hot nut to make her appear five months pregnant. She gasped and begged for more, and Anduin obliged, as his cock's vigour had not lessened, though the flow of cum had diminished to a dribble.
Covered in sweat, the young king found himself wanting to fuck the High Priestess some more. Turning such an experienced woman into a slave to his dick was an addictive experience, and he wanted to see just how far he could take that transformation.
Before long, Anduin had spun Tyrande around so that she lay on her back on the table, her enormous tits wobbling about on her chest with those sudden movements. His fat log of a cock still buried to the hilt within her elvish gash, he stared down at her with a smirk. Fat dollops of cum would leak from the sides of her abused cunt, falling onto the floor with lazy plops when he spoke: "Can't get enough dick, can you, Tyrande Whisperwind? I bet your husband would be horrified to discover what you've turned into. Or perhaps you were always a cockhungry slut."
Tyrande whimpered as Anduin began pulling back, the head of his cock slipping free of her pussy lips, allowing thick, goopy strands of cum to fall from her stretched-out hole.
He admired his work for a second before angling his cock downwards, teasing the elf's puckered asshole. "With an ass like yours... Honestly, I'm surprised how tight this feels..." he said, watching her squirm, unable to resist him. "I wonder how many times you've taken it up the ass over your long life," Anduin commented, chuckling.
Tyrande whined, desperately trying to keep herself together. She needed more. More of his cock inside of her. She wanted it all, every last inch of his fat slab of dick, every drop of his cum. She craved it, needed to become his personal sex toy, his own personal whore.
As though reading her mind, Anduin began pushing himself into Tyrande's tight asshole, feeling that tiny ring of muscle flexing around a cock far too large for any mortal woman to take.
The moment Anduin's giant shaft was fully embedded in Tyrande's rectum, she screamed out loud. She arched her back, her hands moving to her gigantic funbags, squeezing that overflowing flesh. Her eyes rolled backwards as Anduin began thrusting, plunging his considerable length into her bowels.
Anduin groaned, slamming his hips against hers, burying himself balls-deep in the priestess' colon. At first the pressure made her feel uncomfortable, but she soon grew used to it, and she quickly realised just how much she loved being fucked in the ass by such a gigantic piece of meat, such an enormous, ass-destroyer of a cock. As Anduin's mighty fucktube pushed deeper and deeper into her ass, Tyrande moaned and begged for more, writhing in pleasure and soon, she was cumming again, cum constantly dripping out of her stretched-out pussy and onto the king's cock below, lubricating it fully as he began ramming himself into her ass with increasing force.
"Oh shit yes!" Tyrande cried out, her voice high-pitched and desperate. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass harder! Give it all to me! Cum in my ass! Fill me with cum! Cum in my ass!"
Anduin grunted, pounding his way deeper into her bowels. The two of them moved frantically, their bodies slapping together. Tyrande's huge tits bounced about wildly as Anduin slammed his cock hard into her ass, the priestess' powerful muscles clenching around his shaft tightly, milking it greedily.
Anduin felt his orgasm building. It wouldn't be long now until he came - and he wasn't going to hold back. But he didn't want to cum yet, he wanted to fuck this woman's ass as it deserved, to stretch her out and fill her up so she would be leaking cum for a week. So, he continued to pound away at her ass, fucking her as if the world were ending, as though there weren't dozens of people all around them in other rooms who could hear her cries of pain and ecstasy.
With the tightness of Tyrande's passage gripping at his cock, milking it, Anduin could not last much longer and soon, he felt his dick flexing, throbbing with his impending release. He continued slamming into her roughly, leaning in, his stomach pressed to her cum-bloated midsection as he once more started making out with her. Their tongues intertwined, the High King's fat rod started filling the priestess's inhumanly tight bowels with gallons of thick, quivering nut, painting her insides white with a flood of spunk.
"Mmmnnnghhh!" she moaned into Anduin's mouth as their lips mashed against each other, his weight against her making her squirm with pleasure as he pumped her full of another load. Before long, it felt to the priestess as though her ass had been completely filled with Anduin's hot seed, a river of gooey cum coating her insides, slowly running down her thighs and pooling on the floor beneath her, meeting the cum which oozed from her cunt. It dribbled and quivered as it splattered onto the carpet and stone below.
Panting and moaning, Tyrande could barely even form coherent thoughts anymore when Anduin grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up. With little ceremony, he slammed his cock back up into the elf's spasming, cum-painted snatch, spearing himself to the hilt into her whorish gash.
Her mouth wide open, silver eyes half-closed, the whore barely registered what was happening when Anduin carried her out of the room and into Stormwind Keep's throne room. With every step, the elf's enormous udders bounced and slapped against each other and against her stomach.
The keep's guards eyes each other worriedly, seeing such a display, but Anduin didn't give a care in the world, as he had claimed one of the world's most powerful women and turned her into a lust-fueled sex puppet, a toy to use whenever he pleased to relieve his urges.
He walked onto the large circular dais that rested above the rest of the chamber, dick still lodged in the elf, her mind unable to process anything more than the pleasure of having Anduin's dick inside her, feeling it throb and coat her insides with his virility. With her legs high in the air, everyone they crossed could see Tyrande's cockstuffed pussy and the cum dripping out of her, leaving a trail of juices behind them as Anduin finally sat on his throne.
Were it not for Tyrande's cum-bloated midsection, their observers would have also seen quite well the outline of Anduin's monster dick, her legs high in the air as he held her thighs firmly, squeezing that overflowing flesh hard enough to leave bruises.
Anduin knew that no matter how many times he fucked her, Tyrande would never be fully satisfied. Perhaps, he thought, he could use the elf-whore to satisfy his men, to keep them in line. The thought appealed to him as he started slowly moving his dick up and down, holding her firmly in the air with her leaking cunt and obscene breasts visible to all, the massive orbs quaking with every one of her movements, her brain an orgasm-ruined mess. She would twitch and moan, mouth wide open, tongue rolling out as she came again and again, simply from having her king's giant dick so deep inside her.
She was a mindless fucktoy now, Anduin realized. A whore only useful for getting him off. She wasn't even able to comprehend what she had become, or understand why her body reacted this way. She was a vessel for pleasure, a whore for dick.
Cock. Cum. Fuck. Sex. Dick.
Those words repeated themselves in the High Priestess's mind as Anduin bounced her atop his steel-hard manhood, feeling her slick canal squeezing him, massaging his oversized shaft. Veins pumping blood along his cock would rub against Tyrande's inner walls, every inch of movement triggering a chain of orgasmic bliss, each orgasm feeding into the next, her mind melting with such indescribable pleasure.
Any thoughts of Elune, of her previous life, of her husband faded, melted into the pleasure she had been enslaved by. "Guuuhhh... Mmmfffuck!" she cried, her moans of ecstasy, her dick-addicted gasps echoed in the throne room. So great was that pleasure that she never noticed the six guards around them, trying to keep their eyes off the lewd display before them, readjusting their armour with as much subtlety as they could muster.
But they did not move, and Anduin savoured fucking Tyrande in front of them. He savoured showing them all what he had done with the leader of the night elves, how he had fucked her brains out to such a degree that she could barely even form anything resembling a coherent thought.
With one hand gripping her plump thighs and another squeezing and kneading her enormous knockers, Anduin continued pounding away at his love-slave's wet hole. Her huge breasts shook with every thrust, her mouth hanging open as if inviting all who looked upon her to shove their cocks inside her throat. His balls slapped against her clit with every stroke, sending vibrations through her slimy fucktunnel of pleasure.
Her hips bucked wildly, desperately trying to get Anduin to fuck her even harder, to try and reach even greater heights of bliss. Like an addict unable to get her fix, she wanted more and more of the High King's dick as he rammed himself into her brutally, with such brutal force that she felt like the pleasure drowning her might actually cause her mind to shut down completely - what little of it was left, anyway.
"Nnnhhhhaa!" moaned Tyrande as the room fell silent around them, save for the sounds of Anduin's powerful strokes, of flesh meeting flesh, her sweaty body reflecting the throne room's light.
Anduin's pussy-splitting fucklog never ceased its assault on the priestess's cunt, her voice breaking with all the screaming she was doing while, all around them, guards looked upon the perverse scene. The sloppy, wet noises filled their ears as Tyrande's insides were being rearranged by the fattest, most colossal meatspear in all of the Eastern Kingdoms.
The High King's thick cockhead hit her cervix, ramming against it repeatedly, hitting the deepest reaches of her elvish fuckhole, causing her to cry out, and moan, and beg for more. There was no pain anymore in that fucking as he held her thighs so as to keep her feet pointed in the air, the elf bouncing on Anduin's cock, crying and begging for his cum, for every inch of him. It didn't matter to her if she was degraded or used or whatever else, because she already knew that there was nothing better than this glorious feeling in the world; a feeling which made her want to come again and again just from the sheer sensation of having such a big dick invade her tight, elven holes.
Tyrande's mind, assailed by countless orgasms, had ceased to function as it once had, reverting to her most base functions, to those of a simple animal who only cared about having sex and getting bred. She came over and over, groaning and panting, her mouth gaping wide with every scream, but Anduin paid no heed to her sounds, instead continuing his relentless assault on her tight cunt. Every time he slammed his dick into her, Tyrande would emit loud cries of delight. Eventually, Anduin pulled her legs back, holding them up high above her head as he pounded her from below, his massive meaty pole filling her pussy to capacity with each hard thrust.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The king's hard, rapid fucking of Tyrande's pussy only cause whatever cum remained in her tight, gripping tunnel to be forced out. As more and more of Anduin's cum was forced out and her bloated midsection found its usual shape, the outline of his colossal tree trunk of a dick became more and more visible from the outside, her stomach began bulging with every pump of Anduin's cock.
SPLURP, BLAP, BLAP!
Anduin groaned, panting as he felt himself nearing release yet again, his cock throbbing and scrotum tightening. He kept pumping Tyrande, feeling his seed boiling within his balls as he felt himself ready to explode. He continued pounding the priestess, impaling her tight pussy on his cock, giving it everything he could give, and then some.
With one final roar, Anduin unloaded a torrential load deep inside of the fat-assed priestess. The walls of her womb were soon drenched in his hot, sticky cum as every inch of Anduin's cock pumped her full of his potent spunk. His pelvis slapped against hers as he emptied his balls into the elf, his shaft throbbing as he shot wad after wad of cum into her fertile depths.
Gasping and squeezing the elf's body harder against his, Anduin kept unloading litres of hot, creamy nut deep inside of Tyrande. He ground his hips against hers as he fucked her, continuing to pour forth copious amounts of jizz, Tyrande's stomach bulging outwards from the sheer absurd quantities of cum that the blonde king pumped out.
The priestess was wailing, panting and moaning, her voice adding to the lewd, wet sounds of Anduin pumping enough of his seed into her to make her seem like she was ready to burst with twins, her midsection distending with the volumes of spunk he was emitting. So large had her stomach gotten that even her obscene elven udders rested on them, separated by the bulk of her cum-bloated womb.
"NNhhhaaaa!" the elf-whore cried out as she came again and again, never really coming down from those blissful orgasms, her mind only able to process pleasure and the need to breed now.
After several minutes of rough pounding between the two bodies, Anduin eventually slowed, pulling his cock out of Tyrande's cum-soaked pussy. As he did so, a deluge of pearlescent, quivering ballbatter came pouring of her stretched out cunt, flooding the steps beneath the throne. And even with what seemed to be gallons of potent, porridge-thick gunk pouring out of her, Tyrande was still full to bursting with it.
Anduin smirked, hearing Tyrande whimper from the near-ceaseless orgasms she'd been enduring for the better part of an hour, his white goo spilling all over the throne beneath them. He lifted the woman up before sliding off and placing her onto the throne, her legs wide open on the armrests. He admired his handiwork for a moment, his cock still dribbling thick ropes of sludge onto the stones below with lewd splattering noises.
Tyrande, once the Chosen of Elune, had been reduced to a whimpering, cock-addicted whore, her legs spread wide for all to see as Anduin's potent cum dribbled from all her holes, rivulets of that thick gunk running down the throne.
"Guh..." she whimpered, her head drooping, her mind awhirl with an animalistic desire to breed, even though she'd been pumped up with enough cum to knock up an entire village.
As the last remnants of the woman Tyrande had been faded, she let out a soft, satisfied sigh.