Final Fulfillment

Every single thrust pushed the undead to her limits and beyond. The Dark Lady did not just felt consigned to him, she was it.

One of his giant paws buried in her mane while the other one closed around her delicate shank like a freaking clamp Slourgh was using the elvish body as if he wanted to polish his grotesque pale of a cock. On and on he was driving her home into the mucous fat of his belly. At first, her arms were every time flapping around like her glorious tits desperately searching for something to hold on, while her body was arched over his cock like once her loyal bow. After her third or fourth orgasm she always barely managed to do even that and surrendered to his onslaught like the fuck puppet Sylvanas was for the giant toad.

Even on cave toad standards, Slourgh was fucking the Queen of the Undead like a possessed maniac, what had one single reason. She could handle it.

Since the day he was **** to leave his first breeding grounds, Slourgh had to learn the hard way, that it leads to no good if he got carried away with his new “toys”. What followed had been years of repressed frustration. While all around him his flock-members were passionately fucking their females like it was predetermined, their chieftain had to be careful with their sacrifices. Humans, elves and dwarfs were just not meant to be fucked by a 4 feet meat pole, not to mention the even more fragile races like gnomes or halflings.

So over the years of sitting around in the center of his hives, while letting sluts slobber around or rub themselves all over his cock with never really penetrating them Slourgh was gaining weight and lost his passion. Or so he thought.

From the minute he passed the silver-haired elf at the brink of the well, who got fucked by one of his siblings while staring out of milky eyes down into the dark, the moment after he jumped laborious down into the waste covered ground, the glimpse after Sylvanas dived into him like the sex-starved animal she was, he knew that the predator in him was still there.

They had fucked like freaks for hours, on and on he pounded her into the ground, stretched her body like it should never have meant to be, fucked her in every orifice the elf could over. She was coughing, moaning, babbling incoherent exclamations of bliss, fucking herself into his fat belly and sucking on his heavy tits. Ridden by a passion born through years of frustration and deny that only could be matched by his own. She always rose again. Guided by the need to wipe off their frustrating life before, they fucked each other through unconsciousness and beyond. It was as if they were made for each other.

This was weeks ago and the poison and lust, that had tormented Sylvanas mind after she had consumed her **** group of cave toads, had worn of far ago. But still, she stayed at Slourghs side or, like right now, on his cock.

The Dark Lady of Lordaeron embraced the pain she felt while it ran rampage inside her body. She could swear she felt it push against her throat with every third or so thrust, even if Sylvanas knew that it had to be impossible. The cream of her body, that drenched his cock and felt so wonderful while it rubbed her hard poking clit. The numbness in her arms, born out of orgasm after orgasm. The Mistress of the Forsaken felt so helpless in the paws of a degenerated mistake of nature, while Slourgh used her body as his most beloved fuck sleeve. He had fucked all doubts and liabilities out of her and she felt free in a way she had forgotten she missed.

“Shhhllllouuuuuutthhhhh” the massive cave toad groaned behind of her because he knew that his only title for the elf put always some fight back into her exhausted body. Again it didn`t miss his aim.

Her remarkable body spasmed around his pole while Sylvanas raised her head as wide back, as it allowed her. Fixing him through foggy red eyes, throwing him glares of anger and passion.

“Noooo.” she coughed and could barely believe how raw her voice got under the endless moans and screams of passion.

“Ssshhhhllooouuuuutttthhhhh” he croaked right into her cum stained face while renewing his passionate rhythm.

“Nooooo.” Sylvanas howled in blissful despair being rocked into another orgasm while his slobber dropped down from her body.

´I am the Warchief, the Queen of the Undead, the most deadly Assass…` “ooooohhhhh Looooorrrrrddddd” her eyes rolled back into her skull, jaw hanging loose and the Queen's tongue out of her mouth while her muscles tensed in epileptic spasms caused by her beloved tormentor.

“Sssshhhhllluuuuuutttttt!” Slourgh bellowed through the hive as he finally pumped his torrents of cum into the lovely elven body.

“Yeeeessssss” Sylvanas howled like the Banshee she was. “Yesssss, I ammmmm, yessss just fuuuuuck meeeee” his cum finally filled her womb to the brink again. Within seconds it stretched her belly like she has to be in full labor. All the while he was fucking her on without the least hint of mercy.

“I am your slut… I am….” the confession hurt the former Queen every time harder as his relentless cock could ever manage. Leaving a bitter taste of blissful fulfillment in Sylvanas soul.

The other sluts may stay within the hive because the **** had finally changed them into spineless fuck-puppies. But she, Sylvanas had chosen her fade. She had lain down her crown at the base of this marvelous cock, surrendered to the orgasms just Slourgh could grant her. Doesn`t that make her the Queen of Sluts?