A worthy competitor

Slourgh was the by far largest cave toad that he has ever met. What, for what he knows, had to be the credit to his mother. He did not know much about her, what was, to be honest, the credit of his father. A being like a cock sleeve or breeding machine, **** up to her hair tips with the cave toad poison, was not known to lament a lot about her history.

But if she would have talked anytime, she maybe had told him about her history or the folk of his grandparents. She always had been a special specimen even among her own people. Since childhood, she had been interested in the “inferior races” and fighting for their rights as soon as she reached puberty. You may say, that she was a rebel with her heart in the right place. Of course, these feelings were her doom, as she was a little too careless when she met Slourghs father.

That day changed everything in her life, but you can say that she had never been so fulfilled and fortunate before. Sure he was a little small and somehow fragile, but his genitals proofed to be in the perfect size for her. For a giant size does matter after all.

To her dismiss her tribe consisted of intelligent and fair traders whose purpose it was to travel through the continent. So after several weeks that the giants took to search for her, they finally were **** to abandon their wild but beloved kin.

All of this was of no concern to Slourgh, in his priorities he clearly got after his father and even pumped some offspring into his mother himself. But there were some more or less obvious predispositions he had from her.

First of all, even for human standards, he was a giant, nearly ten feet tall and massive like a porker he was the undisputed leader of his flock. But, and that may be the more important thing, he was also able to think. He was no genius and for sure no archmage, but in a race that acts out of pure instinct, even a fat monster with the skills of a child, was superior to all his siblings.

That, and the fact that he did not like to move more than absolutely necessary, was the reason why Slourgh preferred to rest in his gateway and observe this strange elven woman as she entered their hive. But with every passing moment, every single pirouette, jiggle of her perfect orbs or dying cave-toad his desire for her, to actually raise, grew stronger. Much to the delight of his latest fuck meat, a strange buxom human with a white mane and a single golden strand of hair. This proud whore giggled in mindless joy while she began to rub her whole nude body along his massive prick.

Slourgh, however, had only eyes for this new intruder and after she had vanished into the pit, the noises fade away and no other toad found the boldness to check on her anymore, he rose from his place for the first time in weeks.

His slut howled in surprise and protest but even if all her brilliance had been fucked out of her weeks ago, she still knew better than to provoke this mountain of flesh. Instead, the former archmage preferred to just lay, where he dropped her and began to finger her swollen cunt. Sooner or later another toad would come for her and she was far from caring.

As the giant cave toad finally reached the well his eyes gleamed in delight and fresh precum began to ooze out of his cock.

At the ground was the embodiment of sin that once was Sylvanas Windrunner. Resting between bones and excrements, all that was left of critters and unlucky male adventurers that fall into the fangs of his flock, her whole nude body shivered in desperation and need. Shaken by the onslaught of lust and perversions she brought over herself, all the Deadliest Assassin of Azeroth could muster was leaning against the fossilized bones of what once may have been a giant feathered snake. Her hands kneading her perfect breasts and fucking in delusion her squishing cunt with two fingers.

All the while her head lay in her neck, her view focused in frantic need at the brim of the well.

The giant and disgusting form of Slourghs massive body would have sent any sane woman into terror or nausea, but all the Mistress of Lordaeron could see was perhaps the fattest cock on Azeroth. Huge, hard and smeared in precum just for her. That was all that mattered.