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Summary:

Lady Sylvanas Windrunner receives a report about an unusual ogre within Tirisfal Glades, and decides not to capture or kill it, but to fuck it. Because she's fucked everything else, so why not?

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Sylvanas' hands clutched at crinkled parchment, its edges tattered and frayed. Her silver eyes, concealed beneath the red necromantic flames of her sockets, scanned the black lines of Thalassian etched upon it. Newly delivered by one of her rangers, the report concerned matters purely domestic, centered around the regions within the borders of Lordaeron. Her borders.

Although there was typically little of interest in such reports, she made it her mission to be aware of everything happening within her domain, and this time only one abnormality stood out to her: an ogre. Specifically, a single ogre that had traveled beyond the bounds of its race's normal territory. Sylvanas tossed the parchment onto the desk and leaned back in her chair. The room was dark, dimly lit by a single candle, the smell of which was pleasant within the still air of her study. Her hood dipped forward, further shadowing her face and the flickering flame of her eyes.

Should she kill it? Capture it? Recruit it? Killing it would accomplish little more than exterminating a troublesome rat in a pantry. Capturing it could lead to useful experimentation by the apothecaries, but if she recruited it, outfitted it, used its brute strength to her advantage... Yes, that was the most lucrative course of action; she would recruit the beast.

A smirk twisted her features. She stood up and took a step towards the door, reached for the handle, then stopped. There was a pulse between her thighs, a throb reminding her that she had an itch in desperate need of being scratched. She froze with her hand still on the doorknob, contemplating another option. There was a use for the ogre she hadn't yet considered. One that was far more pleasing to her personally. Her smirk curved into a smile. Turning the knob, she exited the study.

***

Skeletal legs and ebony hooves trampled the desiccated Tirisfal earth, a small flurry of movement across the solitary plains leading toward the southern woodlands. It was a short trip she was making, particularly upon a steed which didn't tire, and it wasn't long before she had arrived at the area her ranger had indicated.

The Dark Lady pocketed the map her cartographer had drawn and slowed her horse. She was skirting the edge of the forest now, reins clutched in gauntleted hands, blonde hair running freely down her back, eyes searching. Fog rolled in wispy coils along the ground, illuminated by moonlight that speared through the sparse, spindly treetops. She reached for the map once more, glanced up into the forest, then pocketed it again. This was it.

The horse moved at a trot as they drifted through the ancient forest, the sound of its hooves striking dirt and grass and twigs the only discernible noise within the dead forest of southeastern Tirisfal. This area was hardly the place to settle and establish a home in, and while it was entirely possible that the ogre had moved on to greener, or at least less desolate pastures, she could sense that there was something else within this no man's land. Something besides the fluttering duskbats and carrion birds overhead.

A short ways into the forest and it began to open up, the landscape becoming dotted with felled trees and stumps. There was smoke ahead, rising from the orange light of a single fire. There could be no doubt as to the identity of the exceptionally large creature seated beside it.

Sylvanas made no effort to conceal her presence. She rode to the edge of the ogre's camp and then drew rein, dismounting and barking a command in her native tongue, instructing the horse to stay where it was. Through fire or storm, conflict or carnage, it would stay. She had raised it herself, the best of Lordaeron's stock, and then transformed it into the undead war machine that it was. There would be no disobeying her.

A gust of cool wind whipped up her cloak, and the mail and plate of her armor tinkled as she strode towards the ogre. He was standing now, seeming both confused and pleasantly surprised. The latter was promising given her intentions, the former she could only assume was barely off the mark of its normal, barren-minded state. Not that it mattered much, she was not interested in its intelligence.

Sylvanas came to a stop a few cubits away from him, head tilted upwards and bright eyes fixed upon his. He was nearly double her height, with a potbelly, tanned skin crossed by red tattoos, and a pair of blue eyes set within a smushed, almost orcish-looking face. He broke the silence while she was sizing him up, his voice warm and friendly.

"Hello. My name's Thud."

A polite ogre that could form basic sentences? Maybe this trip wouldn't be a complete waste of her time.

"Do you know who I am, Thud?" she asked.

Thud scratched his head, his no doubt tiny brain struggling to recall anything besides what he had last eaten for dinner. Finally, "Hmm... a night elf?"

Sylvanas raised a long, elven eyebrow. "Better than that, but yes, an elf." She began to trace a circle around the ogre, and his head nearly swiveled all the way backwards before he finally turned to look at her. "I'm the owner of this land."

"What land?"

"All of this." She made a sweeping gesture with her hand. "All that you can see."

"It's dark, I can't see nothin'."

"Look around your camp."

He did as he was told, his great big brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed into a squint, studying his surroundings as if it was he who had just arrived instead of her. "My camp is yours?"

"Yes."

"The fire?"

"Yes."

"The trees?"

"Yes."

"The animals?"

"...Yes."

"The water?"

"Enough. If you want to live here, on my land, then you'll have to pay a price."

"I don't got any coin," Thud said, scratching his bald head.

"That's fine. Lose the loincloth."

"The what?"

"The towel wrapped around your waist."

"Oh. Do I have to?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Well, all right."

He lost it, and she smiled a good, wicked smile.

Oh yes, that would do well. Perhaps too well. Would it even fit? She'd yet to meet a cock she couldn't swallow, but if there was one, it was this one; and there was only one way to find out.

The ogre kept a well maintained camp, she had to give him credit for that. There was a stack of logs piled high, a carved bench to sit upon, supplies nestled beneath a canopy, and a number of bags that must have contained food hanging from sturdy branches, safe from scavengers while he slept. Naturally, what caught her eye most was his tent.

"Come with me, Thud. Satisfy me and I'll allow you to continue living here."

Sylvanas led him into his own tent, his giant feet stomping obediently along behind her. The tent was huge, more akin to a small house than anything else, and was adorned with furs all along the ground that acted as a sort of carpet. Thud seemed docile and fairly intelligent for an ogre. Beastly enough to give her the hard dicking she craved but smart enough to do it properly. In other words, the perfect toy for her to play with.

"Do you know what sex is?" She asked him.

"Sure I do!" Thud paused and looked at her dubiously. "Is that what we're doing? You're a lot smaller than ogre ladies."

"Worry about yourself. If you don't satisfy me you'll have a lot more to worry about than whether or not your prick fits inside me. Am I clear?"

"No, you're solid."

Whatever.

"Just do as I say."

Sylvanas kneeled in front of the ogre, sitting up straight so that his manhood was dangling mere inches from her face. She'd been with trolls, orcs, worgen and tauren, but this was by far the fattest dick she'd ever seen. It wasn't just a cock, it was a humongous slab of meat, heavy in weight, smooth with a bulbous head and veins like pipes beneath the skin.

She spit on it and grabbed it with both hands, jerking him off and running the long journey from base to tip, nourishing it to a fully hardened state. Above her the ogre sighed and murmured something, but she ignored him and continued to massage his cock with great strokes of each hand, her slender fingers holding on tight but not quite encircling the entire extent of his girth.

Hot and ready in her hands, she leaned forward to get a taste while her fingers clutched and tugged at the base. Her mouth opened, her plush lips pushed and parted around the ogre's spongy cockhead, but despite her extensive experience sucking dick and her eagerness to do so, it simply wouldn't fit. In truth, she had expected this. Tauren and even orcs and worgen sometimes barely fit, so it was of no surprise that the ogre didn't. Still, she furrowed her brow and stared down the length of his shaft as she pushed forward, giving it her utmost and then some.

She failed. Pulling off him, she licked her lips and rubbed at her jaw, her form briefly flickering between incorporeal banshee and elf.

"I need your help."

"With what?"

"I want you to ram your dick down my throat," Sylvanas said, unclasping and tossing her cloak away, "and don't stop until I've swallowed the entire thing."

Thud thought for a long moment. "I don't know. I've heard stories of stuff like that and it don't work out too well for the lady."

"I am no ordinary lady. Now do it. Be as rough as you like."

He shrugged. "If you say so."

In an instant Sylvanas' world flipped upside down, her vision filled with nothing but the ogre's cock aimed directly at her mouth, his heavy balls dangling beneath. He had her by the ankles with one hand while his other found itself on her upper back, steadying her for what he was intending to do, and for what she knew was coming. She'd been throatfucked like this before. Not often enough to be truly accustomed to it, but she wasn't a stranger to it either.

She opened her mouth as wide as she could and that was just the signal Thud had been waiting for. He put pressure on her back, easing her forward while he canted his hips into her. Again his fat cockhead touched her lips, but this time it went just a bit farther, until the flared underside of his crown almost breached her mouth. The pressure stopped, and after a few seconds she pulled herself off him.

"What are you doing?" She asked, speaking to the dick less than an inch from her face. "Keep pushing until it's all the way in."

"But..."

"Do it!"

The pressure resumed, but this time it was on the back of her head, mussing her blonde locks and pushing her into him as he pushed against her. Again her mouth was treated to the salty musk of the ogre's manhood, and again his tip wouldn't fully fit inside her maw. She mumbled a garbled threat, commanding him to keep going despite the incoherence of her words, and after a lot of force and some valiant resistance, her jaw popped and a hefty helping of ogre dick slid down her throat, bulging it outwards and leaving plenty more for her to consume.

The pain of having her jaw dislocated was inconsequential to the Banshee Queen; the joy of having her mouth stuffed full of hard cock was well worth it. She pulled in her cheeks and sucked, tongue wiggling, eyes focused on the heavy nutsack drawing closer and closer to her face, slowly obscuring her view until at last the ogre's balls pressed flush against her and she was wearing them like a pair of glasses. Excitement burned at her core and spread to her loins. She had done it, she'd taken it all. The biggest dick she'd ever seen was now firmly lodged down her throat.

Brimming with pride, Sylvanas hummed like a cat and sent vibrations throughout the ogre's thick shaft. He groaned and grinded himself against her, enjoying the warm tightness of her throat, but then he pulled back. His saliva-slick shaft exited her mouth and his balls peeled back from her eyes, allowing her to see for a split second before he slammed back in and sent them thumping against her face, slapping against her nose and forehead. She uttered a pleased mewl, and soon enough the ogre was treating her mouth like a pussy, pounding her throat and bouncing his balls off her face while keeping a firm grip on the back of her upside down head.

It was overwhelming, being throatfucked by a monster cock like this, but the raw ferocity of having her mouth used felt good. Refreshing even despite the barbaric nature of being abused by an ogre. Globs of drool and spittle gradually drenched her face, leaking down into her nose and eyes, and the punching squelching sounds of Thud's cock pumping in and out of her slender throat fought against the tent flaps, escaping outside and into the howling wind of the outdoors and reaching far into the distance.

She closed her eyes, shielding them from the ballsack constantly rapping against her. Thud's grunting was loud and his cock hard as steel, flattening her tongue and stretching her dark purple lips into a wide, perfect circle around his girth. Tip to base, he fed her the entirety of his member with long strokes, reaching far into her gullet and touching at where no other cock had touched before. Sylvanas gurgled and gulped, tasting the ogre's pre-cum within the messy concoction of fluids swirling within her mouth and leaking in messy strands and rivulets onto her face. Her armor clinked and rattled, and for a long while there was no change in this performance, just the sustained railing of her mouth full of ogre meat while she hung upside down with his hand around her ankles, her face a mess of juices splashed about by the large pair of balls slapping against her.

As well endowed as the ogre's masculinity was, Sylvanas was not quite sure of his virility, and she did not desire this away-from-home tryst to end on a blowjob. She raised her hands and tapped against his sides. Thud stopped immediately, pulling out and setting her down onto her feet. Supernatural abilities or not, the Dark Lady wobbled slightly as she found her bearings and refocused. Blinking away a mixture of saliva and pre-cum, she wiped her face off with the back of her hand and then rubbed at her jaw, evoking what little healing she knew to mend her injury. Once that was taken care of, the Dark Lady looked up at him, her face stinging and glowing with an imprint of the ogre's sack.

"You're not cumming until I do," she said, tossing off her shoulder pads and then unfastening the rest of her armor. She did so in a hurry, her fingers working so as to more quickly bring about the next step of their fuck session.

When she was finally naked she stood tall and proud, hands on a wide pair of hips and her full breasts hanging high atop her chest. Sylvanas was fit and well toned with a slim waist, but alongside her athletic body were plump curves, bulging thighs and a hump of an ass that the ogre could see whilst towering over her. The Dark Lady had a physique perfect for taking dick, and she put this blessing to good use whenever the opportunity arose.

"I want you to fuck me just like you were fucking my mouth. Hold nothing back."

"It might hurt."

"Good," she said simply. Perhaps it was masochistic of her, but a bit of pain only heightened her orgasms.

"Well... if you say so." Thud shrugged.

The logistics behind having sex with an ogre weren't exactly an easy thing to get around. Tall as she was for an elf, Thud was nevertheless a giant in comparison. She was contemplating how best to go about things when she once again found herself in the ogre's coarse hands, one on her waist and the other around her torso, so big that he was fingering at her breasts and head at the same time. He held her dangling face-up in the air, like she was lying upon an invisible bed, the tip of his enormous shaft poking against her sex and making her shiver with excitement. It wouldn't fit, there was no way, but that didn't mean he couldn't try.

An explosive wail signaled his entry, stretching her cunt around his fat cockhead and then proceeding farther and farther, his hands dragging her body back against him inch by plunderous inch, filling her beyond compare until at last she could take no more. His tip kissed the back of her pussy, making her quiver and ripple around him, her fingers clutching at the rough skin of his arms and hands while her legs hung helplessly beneath her. It was almost too much even for her, and there was pain, but as the ogre withdrew, a spectral moan passed her lips. No, not too much. It was perfect, just perfect. Sylvanas grinned and dug her nails into Thud's leathery hide, drawing blood and anticipating the next stuffing she was to receive.

It came fast and hard, a strike against her core, painfully sweet, utterly filling. A grunt wrenched itself free from her, full of surprise and delicious agony. She saw nothing but the triangular apex of the tent roof, but as the ogre pulled himself free again she raised her head to look at the lewd joining of their bodies, her delicate elven pussy crammed and stretched to what seemed to be an impossible degree around a cock as big as an orc's arm.

Sylvanas simply lacked the anatomical specifications to take him in his entirety, but it was amazing that she could take any of him at all. There was no doubt that she would be sore later, but right now her unnaturally impervious body thanked her. He thrust again, and this time the ogre, who held her aloft so easily, dragged her back along his length as he simultaneously slammed his hips into her with a wet squelching sound. A good three-quarters of Thud's manhood pummeled the tight insides of her sex, reconfiguring her pussy and molding it into his monstrous shape. Every inch, every millimeter, there was no part of her that didn't taste his cock. Another thrust. Her large breasts catapulted up her chest and tumbled back down, and Thud, clearly enjoying the sight of her tits wobbling, eased his bulky fingers away so that they could more freely bounce and flail while he pounded her pussy into a sopping soup of juices mixed together by his cock.

"Faster!" she ordered, and he obeyed, picking up the pace of his thrusts. Her breasts and legs and the cascading curtain of her pale blonde hair swung wildly, but the pendulous swinging of her body as she was dragged back and forth like a sheathe for the ogre's cock barely registered to her. Nothing interested her but the overstuffing her pussy was receiving, her abs bulging outwards obscenely with each pump of his cock into her, ruining her pussy and distending her belly. Every time he pulled out her cunt screamed for more, and every time he filled her her eyes rolled, seeing nothing but her own impending orgasm. When it came it came like a tidal wave, rushing through her, flooding through her, and driving out a scream that began as a low moan but swiftly built into a shrieking cry of blissful satisfaction.

Sylvanas' lush figure shook with a full body orgasm, toes curling then pointing as her pleasure swelled, crested, and dispersed, her pussy fluttering and milking the ogre's unrelenting cock while it ravaged her insides. As her orgasm died down she dipped her head back, cooing softly as smaller waves of pleasure rolled over her and the sloppy sound of Thud's manhood hammering into her juicy cunt continued. She was surprised by his stamina; she had expected less from an ogre, but was not disappointed to be proven wrong. After a minute or two she finally tapped her feet against him and spoke up.

"Put me down."

Thud slowed and then stopped, gently pulling her body off his dick. It slipped out of her and left her gaping and wet as a river, the thin slip between her ass cheeks slick with liquid.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned, and for some reason his kindness annoyed her. If she wanted a considerate lover she wouldn't be fucking a beast.

"No. We're going to try a more traditional position. One where I can actually feel the earth beneath me."

Sylvanas seized her cloak and folded it into a plush square. Dropping to her knees and then lowering herself so that she was face down with her big ass raised up towards the ogre, she used the makeshift pillow to cushion her arms.

"Keep going until you cum or I tell you to stop," she commanded, bracing herself and arching her back like a seasoned whore, showing off her thick behind and making Thud lick his lips.

She was wet all over, glistening with her own juices, and Thud seemed to take a special interest in her ass, gripping her pliant cheeks and playing with them like a child with a toy, kneading them, slapping them, pulling at them and watching her behind jiggle when he let go. Sylvanas was used to this; men always focused on her ass. She had a waist like a toothpick and an ass like a wagon, a round layer of fat over the tempered steel of her muscles. What she wasn't used to was an ogre sized cock poking at her backdoor.

"That's the wrong hole!" She growled, but it was too late. The ogre's plum sized cockhead pressed against her asshole, both drenched with saliva and pre-cum, and with only a slight amount of pressure it forced its way inside, stretching her last unused hole around his prick. "Damn!" she spat, baring her teeth and hissing in air. "You damn... ungh... idiot!"

But as the ogre fed more and more of his length into her bowels she groaned and wiggled back against him, settling down onto her forearms with her head resting on top of them. This would be an experience to remember: the kind of hard, satisfying dicking she'd only need every now and then, perhaps once a year even.

Thud eased his member into her ass slowly, but when there were only a few inches left Sylvanas shoved her herself back against him, fucking and filling herself to the hilt with the ogre's tree trunk of a cock. It filled her to what felt like an impossible degree, the tight ring of her asshole stretched wide about his tremendous girth to the point where her ass cheeks were being spread and pushed apart around him.

Thud sighed a contented sigh, like that of a man sliding into a bath of hot water. Not that she cared, but he likely needed this more than she did.

"Mmm... I think this is my favorite hole."

"Stop talking and fuck me," she said, rolling her hips back against him and biting her lip.

Thud didn't reply, but he did do as he was told, drawing back and then pushing forward, slowly, slowly, then faster and faster until he had to hold her still lest her body launch forward from the force of his enormous body slamming against her. She asked for it rough and she was getting it now. Thud's dick was like a battering ram pounding her ass raw, her thick cheeks wobbling, just about every muscle in her body taut and pronounced, her pussy quivering and seeking a cock that wasn't there as she desperately snaked a hand beneath her and rubbed at her clit.

"Fuck yes," she groaned. "Ruin my ass!"

The ogre didn't need to be told twice, or at all really. He was already throwing his entire weight and power behind every thrust, cramming and slamming Sylvanas' fat ass with just about as much dick as it could take. She groaned and growled and occasionally even squealed, her breasts dragging back and forth along the furred carpet, her nipples hard as diamond and her clit throbbing as she rubbed it in search of her next orgasm.

"Smack my ass," she barked.

Thud did so, and as big as her behind was the ogre's hand encompassed the entirety of each cheek. He swapped between them, spanking them both and making the flesh jiggle, not stopping until her ass was discolored into a glowing purple in contrast to the rest of her blue body.

Sylvanas moaned with every spanking she received, her juices trickling between her legs and her asshole constricting around his pillaging manhood. It was excellent, but she needed more. She needed to train him to ruin her.

"Pull my hair."

Thud hesitated but ultimately obeyed, reaching forward and clumsily grabbing at her long blonde hair.

Sylvanas practically growled. "Don't just grab it you oaf, pull it!"

After another moment of hesitation, he yanked back on her hair, hard, forcing the upper half of her body up off the ground so that she was on both her hands and knees, back bowed and her face aimed toward the ceiling. She grunted an oof and immediately tightened up around him, grunting again when he graced her ass with a quick slap. "Just like that," she said. "That's a good boy."

Sylvanas grinned. She was the kind of slut that could get off on taking it up the ass and this was by far the best she'd ever gotten it. Sure, she'd be sore later and might need a bit of healing magic, but right now this was exactly what she needed: a butt stuffed full of ogre dick and her body roughed up in just the right way. Getting her brains fucked out was her way of letting loose and releasing all the stress that built up from leading a nation and worrying about the future. It was a necessity, and at times like this it was utterly fantastic.

Their mating was loud and violent, with the ever constant clapping of her ass against him and the slapping of his balls up against her pussy a tumultuous furor in the large but otherwise silent tent. The Dark Lady was tiny beneath the hulking, potbellied ogre, but as unlikely and impossible as the pairing seemed, there could be no doubt by her husky moans and pent-up wails that she was enjoying herself. She was all luscious curves and muscles that strained along her back and arms, shining with sweat and shaking with little paroxysms that accompanied her multitude of orgasms. Thud hammered into her hot bowels without reprieve; he stretched her tight sphincter, reamed her big booty, but Sylvanas took it all, shrieking and tearing up the makeshift carpet like a woman possessed. He beat her ass up until suddenly and without warning he pulled out and barked an order at her.

"On your knees," he said, and surprisingly she listened, twirling and dropping down in front of him, expecting the expected. She'd been in this situation hundreds of times before. She knew what was coming, even if she'd rather take his load deep within her gaping ass.

With one hand manhandling and gripping at the back of her skull, and one hand grasping his shaft, he brought the head of his cock to her lips and pushed. Her lips yielded to him, sealing around his tip, not quite taking all of it but taking all she could without dislocating her jaw again. Thud forcibly tipped her head back so that she was slurping at an angle, and though she glared up at him, his eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth open and panting, his huge hand frantically jerking at his massive cock. She could pull away and leave him to cum on the furs of his tent floor, but there was a certain sexual etiquette that even she followed. And besides, she was curious as to how an ogre tasted.

Good thing too, because when Thud exploded, his dick transformed into a hose on full blast, spraying her mouth with jizz that had the creamy consistency of liquidy pudding. It was an exodus of hot sticky sperm flooding her mouth. It wasn't there and then it suddenly was, thick, dense and creamy, she swallowed the first shot. And then the second, and the third, and the fourth, and the fifth. Her cheeks bulged with the ogre's semen but she was determined to swallow it all, every last drop. She did so with loud gulps, her throat pumping it all down into her stomach while Thud's balls worked to drain themselves dry.

To ensure that she didn't spill any or miss out on a single drop, Sylvanas tightened her lips around his cockhead and kept swallowing until at last, after what seemed like minutes passed, the ogre's well finally dried up. Her cheeks gradually deflated, and when there was nothing left to swallow she scrubbed the inside of her mouth with her tongue and then suckled on his tip for a few seconds before pulling away.

"That was good," she said, standing up. "Very good." And she didn't just mean the sex, his cum was oddly pleasing. Perhaps she'd have to collect a sample for study sometime. Who knew what the apothecaries could discover with a vial of that creamy goop?

Sylvanas found a spare cloth and wiped herself down, running it beneath her breasts, down her abs, and between her unsteady legs. Her ass stung from the spanking she had received, and there was already a slight ache beginning to permeate through her. She was not looking forward to the ride back to the Undercity, but with any luck she'd be in a hot bath before the soreness truly set in.

Donning her armor, she finger-combed her hair and threw it back over her shoulders, turning and finding the ogre laid out on the floor, still naked and breathing heavily in what was an obvious sign of sleep.

"Not much for pillow talk are you?"

She stepped past him and out into the cool air. Her steed was where she had left it, still as a statue, like it hadn't even moved.

Climbing into the saddle, she kicked the horse into a trot and threaded through the forest out into the open plains towards the Undercity, her belly full of cum and her ass becoming more and more sore by the minute.

Too often the reports she received proved frivolous, but this time it had been well worth looking into.