First contact

Near the top of the pyramid was a terrace carved into the solid stones. Conquered back by nature ages ago it was hard to recognize the purpose of the altar in its midst. Thick green ranks covered it nearly entirely and through a hole in the ceiling above them streamed fresh water on the place where the trolls had once offered their sacrifices to long-forgotten gods. It gave Sylvanas a pause. Looking down at her shapely body she saw the signs of her latest journey through the morass. Her legs and cloak were covered in thick layers of mud and even if she gave a damn about her look, she knew better then giving whoever may live here a so easy opportunity to follow her tracks.

While gracefully stepping up to the altar she reached out for her collarbones. Pale blue shoulder blades were exposed to the humid air after her delicate fingers had loosened the straps of her heavy shoulder pats. Stripping with them her dark cloak of the graceful elf detached her chaps like leather armor in the same movement. Leaving her just in her leather bustier and string she finally stepped below the artificial waterfall, fully aware about what kind of show she delivered to anyone who had been foolish enough to steal a glimpse on the personification of the deadly sin.

The water was warm and surprisingly fresh and while it flowed down her body accompanied by her fingers washing away the testifies of her journey, Sylvanas allowed her thoughts to get carried away. Back to the days in the Eversong Forests. As she had been alive, in the company of her beloved sisters Alleria and Vereesa. Vereesa the youngest of them all, her little bird, perhaps even the purest being she had ever met. Her little bird, that helped her to plot the **** of Garrosh Hellscream a former Warchief of the Horde. She had been the key to set his life to a rest and she disappointed Sylvanas while telling the future king of Stormwind Anduin Wrynn about the poisoned fruit. Vereesa the lambent light in the dark soul of Sylvanas and perhaps the key to her doom. She has to find her, perhaps rescue her, before anyone else could reach her beloved sister and maybe know about their plot.

As the tips of her fingers brushed lightly through the depths of her dekoltee the banshee queen recognized finally the sound she had been waiting for. Men were all the same no matter which race even if living or not, they all felt this hunger. The hunger for flesh, to bury their meat as deep into their female victims' consent or not. Especially when their target is a carved to perfection being like Sylvanas Windrunner. She knew that she had known in her living days and became it approved in her unliving ones on a daily base. Not that she complained, Sylvanas knew about her cunning beauty and what effect it had on men and she damn sure used it for her benefits, if she got the chance. This knowledge and the will to use it had been a better protection than any fine armor she could achieve. Even the noblest men, the most focused once were not immune to risk a glimpse at her well-toned abs or just a hint too much-offered cleavage.

And a glimpse was all the predator ever needed. In a blur of water and flowing hair, she dropped with a summersault out of the waterfall, her hands touching her bow and arrows on the ground and before she had finished her cartwheel one of them flew right into the massive shadow that had tried to tackle her down in an all or nothing leap. It hit him right in the chest and with a gurgling cough, the wanton **** bowled over the massive stones of the pyramid.

Then there was silence.

The Dark Lady of Lordaeron took her time while stepping around the altar which blocked her sight on her latest prey. Carefully her fingers noged another arrow at her bow, while her senses were on full alert. Taking in all the smells and different sounds of her environment to assure that her attacker had been alone she finally stepped into sight of him. What she saw flustered the Banshee Queen on different levels at once.

At first, she thought it had been a Murloc or one of these strange creatures at the shore, but not even a moment later she was sure, that it had to be something else. It did look a lot like a Murloc for sure, but it must be a little heavier and this for two obvious reasons. First of all his head was broader and his eyes lay more at his sides, his mouth was by far wider and a long tongue whipped out of it like a dying snake. The second reason was, that showed that it had to be male about all doubts. Between his flappy legs rose a cock of such massive length and wideness like she had never seen on any humanoid being at all. And she had seen a lot and in nature indeed, even the most Tauren or Ogres had to be put ashamed compared to the fleshy weapon that could not belong to this pitiful toadlike being at all. Laying her head on the side in unbelieving astonishment Sylvanas stepped closer to the grotesque creature on the floor. While it looked up at her in a way that would have put ruth in nearly every living being the undead queen was far above such feelings. She raised one of her delicate feet and as if to assure her, that this was indeed real, she placed it carefully on the solid cock. The flesh felt hot and sticky beneath her sole and never before had Sylvanas thought about her feet so tiny before. Did they really use this weapon as a tool to reproduce themselves? Were this the creatures who had **** the Murlocs at the sore? If all amphibian freaks had to be endowed like this, she almost regretted to haven`t taken an own look at these nearly similar beings at Sholazar Basin in Northrend she had heard of. Not that she really cared about the benefits of "making love" anymore, but THIS...

In her puzzled amassment and her certainty that her hit had been lethal for sure, Sylvanas recognized a glimpse to late, that the creature put all his strength in a final onslaught at his murderer. His right hand shot upwards to bury his claws into the soft blue skin of this strange elf that seemed to be mocking him, by caressing his cock with her foot. It was fool aimed but performed with a fury only a dying being could accomplish. Sylvanas turned away from him, dodging the slash in a backward cartwheel and standing her ground just a few feet away from the toad. Anger more about her own carelessness than the insolence of this creature to raise a hand on her show on her beautiful features. Then she felt it.

Some small scratches at her right ankle showed that he somehow had managed to actually hit her. The wound itself was no reason of concern at all, but something itched her beneath her skin at the ankle. Something she had not felt at all for decades. Some kind of warmness. Concern turned into amusement.

"Did you really tried to poison me, little fella?" She stepped nearer again, aiming her bow at his face. "Poor little worm, you really chose the wrong woman on the wrong day." The Dark Lady was towering over the frog-like creature now "I am the Banshee Queen, you pathetic toad! I am the Queen of the Undead! Do you know what this means?" The pointy end of the arrow aiming right between his eyes "I am Dead! My heart does not pound anymore! Your poison will never spread inside this body!" her voice nothing more like a silky hiss she let her arrow fly and put an end to the Toad.