The beginning of the end

"No! This will not be my end!" the Dark Queen reached out for the little gleaming dot in an all-consuming darkness. Her fingers closed around it and she dragged herself out of her life dooming unconsciousness. Slowly her spirit returned to her body, her fingers reaching out for anything to hold on, her breath...

was pressed out of her chest after two webbed feet hit her in the stomach. Sylvanas coughed more out of instinct than the real need for air, curling herself in pain after the impact of the cave toad that had leaped from above right into her abdomen. She had to do something, had to get up, while all around her she could hear more of them falling down from the arena.

It was futile. Before she could match to get up, to get rid of the single toad on her body they charged at the fallen Queen. Sticky, clawed fingers grabbed and slashed at her body, scratching her flawless skin and pumping their toxin in every body part they could reach. It still had not their wished effect, her dead body refused to spread the potent ****, refused to let it get into her brain and fog her mind in wanton lust. Her mind that began to overflow with frustration and despair.

They were everywhere, tugging and tearing at the elven woman. The massacre above had sent the cave toads into a fury of lust and need and piece by piece they ripped the leather armor from her body. Her luscious breasts were revealed at first, crowned by Violett buds still hard in the excitement of her fight. Two toads consumed them in their giant maws and began to suck on the fleshy globes immediately, like some grotesque caricatures of offspring Sylvanas never had. Their several feet long tongues rubbed all over her tits and nipples sending unwanted shivers of disgust through the undead body.

"You retarded bastards! I will consume your.... mmmphmfhmm...." her protests were inappropriately interrupted by another toad that yanked the elves had back by grabbing her hair and forcing his enormous prick right down her throat. Sylvanas was everything but new in giving head, her needlessness to breath at all opened the way to never expected opportunities. It was more than she learned to hate it in her years, to suck a man's cock began to form itself into the most degrading act a woman could do, all after all it included to kneel before him. But this was far worse than anything she was **** to do for Garrosh Hellscream. To be throat fucked by such pathetic creatures with cocks that put Garroshs back into the nativity playgrounds, was more than she could handle.

Or so she thought... Finally one of them managed to rip the leather string of her body. With one final tug, it cut deep into her folds until the stripes could hold together no more and gave loose in a lethal snatch. Offering her snatch for someone else to see the first time in decades. It was true, as much as Sylvanas Windrunner used the rewards of teasing her opponents to her own benefits, her position never afforded her to let someone go with her the extra mile. To let anyone get this close to her, was a risk of showing a weakness the Queen of the Undead just could not permit herself.

Yes, she had given head, if she felt the benefits would weight out the burden, but teasing someone with the idea of letting him fuck her, was everytime a sharper sword then really let him do it. So she lived in a kind of self-chosen abstinence since her days of being an undead.

But this would change soon. The Mistress of Lordaeron felt the giant, greasy mushroom head of a toads cock knocking at her gates. With renewed strength, she began to trash and buck in the grip of the countless toads that were wearing her down. She knew that all their cocks were wet from anticipation to be buried balls deep in this excellent piece of fuck meat that she was in their eyes. A slut to tame and breed and Sylvanas cried out through the cock down her throat in frustrated realization.

And finally as the heavy tool of a cock buried itself down her cunt, bottomed out in her delicate flesh and slammed balls deep into the Dark Queen, she gave in.

The Banshee Queen let loose and with a shriek that gave her her name, her body dissolved into a black mist. It rose like a cascading tornado of black smoke, hovering over them within seconds while in the top it formed her upper body, arms and face. Eyes that filled with nothing but hatred glanced down at the mass of swarming toad bodies which looked up at her in raising awareness that they were staring at their doom.

Before a single one could try any futile attempt to escape the shrieking Banshee dived into them like a **** of nature. Where her tendrils of smoke hit on flesh it vaporized to be consumed with body and soul into the Angel of ****. Sylvanas killed and devoured any toad that had followed her down the well. Ripping their flesh and souls out of this world and denying them their way into the afterworld and as she finally comes to a rest, transforming back into her elven body she had consumed more than two dozens of them. Feed on their body, souls and emotions. A horrible mistake that she had to pay now.

The Mistress of the Forsaken wasn`t prepared for what followed. Their lust and poison ran rampage in Sylvanas soul. In agonizing seconds they wiped away her self and replaced it with a new insatiable hunger.

After seemingly countless moments filled with screams, the ripping of metal through flesh, croaking of need, pain or release, muffled outbreaks of protest, the all-shredding howl of the banshee and finally the nightingale-like whimpering voice of the elf-queen followed silence. Silence and a yearning whisper that crept up the well.

"Coooocksssss."