Chapter 5 - Banshee's Game - Mouth or Else [Ear Fucking]

Sylvanas blinked twice as a fine smell reached her nose; a delicious aroma of something that brought her consciousness back and yet, of something that drowned her thoughts in some form of ooze. Even though coming to her just now, it seemed to drip onto every piece of her mind and stain it with sluggishness. Even before reaching any sharpness of sight, she might have as well stepped into knee-high mud. 


Something moved and then kept moving, a blue figure that she couldn't distinguish just yet - not as she found herself lying in some different room, away from the main hall of the Master's Lodge. But it was not empty, it was quite the opposite as many different bodies worked left and right to ensure that everything was running smoothly. 

Banshee's red eyes squinted in some dizzy manner, as if she was just knocked out by something heavy - her maws hurt accordingly to such a possibility. As a sudden coughter took over her, she tried to remember what just happened but her mind was rather blank. Even so, there was some kind of a feeling, of reassuring words that everything was fine and she didn't need to bother about anything. 

So she did not bother about the past as much, merely watching many sets of hooves running through the kitchens; the knives that worked on the cutting boards and the many plates that held piled up bowls, mugs and other kitchen utensils. For some reason, not a single soul cared for her, even though she appeared to be lying on the floor somewhere next to them. 

She blinked once more as something red grasped her attention, as she noticed some scarlet and slick figure resting beneath one of the many cooking tables; kneeling whole hugged to some massive slab of equine meat, stroking this draenei slab of blue meat while kissing it by its base, right as the tip disappeared in a broad, wooden bucket. 

Banshee eyes made contact for a moment, staring into the fel-infused ones of a most familiar figure, all as it lovingly pressed her lips against the base of a horse-like cock.

Yet it wouldn't last long as soon something would suddenly pull her up, to her surprise still on the chair she was sitting on in her most recent memories. No doubt someone had moved her with the seat itself and no doubt, she fell backwards with it when she arrived. 

"Our apologies, Windrunner." She heard as she was once more sitting straight and her pretty head bobbed forth from the motion, allowing her to see as Tyrande stood before her with a knife in her hand, one that just a moment ago removed most of the pretty and yet so iconic armor of the Banshee Queen; leaving just boots and gloves in according manner. 

Sylvanas swallowed as her breasts were free to look at, her dark nipples pierced with a delicious set of rings, something not too big and yet not too small; something that ensured anyone looking knew what these beautiful qualities were for. She did want to say something but there was only disorder within her head, as if someone made the worst kind of a mess. 

"It is not easy to ask the aspects of such deeds, Windrunner." The elf purred out as gentle hands fell onto the ranger's shoulders, revealing that the dragons have been by her sides all this time; something she somehow did not see before. "Thankfully, the Life-Binder has her own gains in all of this." She scoffed and upturned her eyes to Alexstrasza, all while reaching to the red mother's tool and stroking it ever so gently. 

"Mockery to life can not go unpunished." The dragoness declared with solemn voice and pushed out her hips before Sylvanas' face, Ysera soon followed and done the same. The Dark Lady could merely watch as sisterly cocks were soon stroked in front of her face, slowly awakened for something that would doubtlessly be another round. 

"A mother is forgiving, caring. She does not cease till her children are safe…" The golden claw ran across Banshee's pretty, plump and purple lips. "... and fed, so they might never go hungry." An aureate thumb soon made it into the well fed maws, prompting the pretty head to look up at the dragoness. "Motherly duties do not end, however, on pleasantries. A mother must also know how to spot a rotten mind." 

"And your doubtlessly is." She continued as her tool rose once more, properly handled by the elven priestess. "I do not take pride in scolding my offspring. But you have such long, slick ears…" Her hand left Sylvanas's maw and patted the cheek just a few times, all while Ysera caressed the long elven ear. "... and yet nothing beneficial for the world has ever gotten through them. But it is clear that if words alone do not get past, then it must be love that will." 

"So that we awaken from dreams, not nightmares." Ysera declared. "So that you never return to your nightmare again." 

"Indeed." Alexstrasza purred out and took her tool out of Tyrande's grasp, taking a simple step back and taking a position that brought the Banshee to a quickened breath. "Love must fill you, Banshee Queen. It does seem like the stomach alone will not suffice." Dragoness declared as her puffy, precum-covered tip soon pressed against the ear of the fallen elf; much like Ysera's soon did as well. "Consider this an act of supreme love." 

"One you do not deserve." Tyrande purred out and stepped back, soon watching as the show was about to start. 

Golden claw gently stroked Dark Lady's head, soon moving to the other side of it and grasping it with a loving but firm strength to itself. "This is not only right but more so, it is necessary." Alexstrasza declared and pushed the pretty ranger ever so more into herself - into her tool that was pressing against this slick, long ear. "I know you will understand." 

She wanted to say something, to somehow decline this thing that was about to happen but yet; something was there in her mind, like a padlock that prevented her from reaching the much needed defiance. Keeping it in her reach but yet behind a glass lock, allowing her to know it was not as much as gone but taken from her. 

"There's much to answer for." Tyrande purred out, staring into the eyes of the Banshee. "But dragons do repay in kind." 

"As it was decided." Alexstrasza declared, putting more pressure onto the pretty head and checking just how much could the slick ear withstand; her golden eyes merely watching as the pressure grew and grew, taking its toll on the ever more strained face of the seat-bound Windrunner. "Embrace your love." 

And Sylvanas did slowly; clenching her teeth the force grew and grew, widening her eyes as the puffy tip began going in and she began to lose ground. Her head canted away a little during it all but still wouldn't get free from the golden claw. She eventually spread her maws in some helpless manner, showing off the strings of saliva forming inside, all as this feeling grew too strong to withstand. 

And then it just went in. 

With this delicious, moist sound of a cock slowly making its way inside her. Without as much a smallest inconsistency in its pace, sliding in so gently that it looked almost otherworldly. Disappearing inside the pretty head against common sense and in an almost magical manner. All till Life-Binder's balls bumped into the Banshee cheek, their warmth spreading onto her as the scarlet eyes turned wider than ever before - strangely panicked no less.

And yet suddenly so distant. 

"So much for such a mighty Banshee." Tyrande purred out with satisfaction, her own tool getting harder than stone from this mighty sight of a such little head taking in so much cock. "Almost… pitiful." She added as she watched Sylvanas' teeth clench again, all to the response of Alexstrasza pulling out and simply pushing the pretty head towards her sister. 

All so that the process could repeat; so that Ysera's tool could ram its way in exactly the same manner and seemingly put pressure against the very mind of the Dark Lady. Her purple, darkened cock slid into the lovely ear of the ranger and then back, leaving the well-dicked Windrunner almost blank. 

"But you ought to look at the bright side." Tyrande purred as she watched both sisters suddenly slam into the Banshee as if she was nothing but a simple piece of meat with holes. As both cocks pounded into the tiny head with a delicious, nearly splash-like noise, filling it with enough cock to drown Sylvanas' mind in it. "Never before has there been so much love in you." 

The High Priestess ran her finger across the purple lips, all as the dragons pulled out and once again - with nothing less but appetizing force - slammed in. The Dark Lady almost jumped on her seat as this second thrust seeming pounded sheer shock out of her, replacing her with some need to survive through this ordeal. All Tyrande did was to enjoy the warmth of Windrunner's rushed breathing, perhaps just stroking her own tool in the meantime. 

And out they went again, this time beginning to alternate between their moves; Alexstrasza threw her hips forth and with a gentle slap of her ballsack, Banshee's head bobbed to the right. As she pulled out, Ysera's sides went forth, forcing the pretty head to bob to the other side. Sylvanas could do nothing but to stare forth at the Kaldorei queen and hold an expression that was never seen before on her face, the widened eyes and the sheer overwhelming sensation of her head being so unceremoniously stuffed. 

And it would only deepen as her head would bounce left and right as the dragons, seemingly uncaring in their movements, simply pounded her from both sides in some sort of rhythm. She would hear the sheer amount of precum squishing inside her, as it was crushed by these wide girths of no one else but draconic siblings. It was clear that her head, much like the mind itself, was nothing else but their playground. 

Alexstrasza panted as once more did she smack the side of Windrunner's face; as she pushed this mind-fucked expression even further with as little as a proper thrust. Softly did she caress the other side of the Banshee's head whenever she didn't fill it with her meat, she could almost relish in the simple smell of breeding and love, one that her newly acquired ranger was now drowning in. 

Bathing in the simple scent of a dick, ones that she so willingly wanted to conquer not long ago and with whose smell she was permeated by now - no different to bedstead that had seen a dozen loving times. And now, this lovely scent and nectar passed simple flesh and drowned her mind no less. Glued these fractured thoughts but did not help them anyhow, as if it was no differ to strings of something sticky, something thick doing no more than stretching between each piece of Banshee mind. 

Just an obscene show of mess. 

Mess that seemingly no one around, save for her lovely tormentors, cared about in the kitchens of Master's Lodge. The draenei barmaidens and cooks worked without giving it as much as a single look; the scarlet rogue remained busy beneath the tables, filling buckets with Sylvanas' soon-to-be favourite drinks. Not even a single, short and furried creature carried, standing on a tall chair and stirring a massive kettle with a greatly oversized ladle. 

The sound of sticky and wet ear-pounding, of the bobbing chair and the panting of dragons; it all was lost amidst the rumble of work. As if it was nothing new. 

And it was like that for a timeless while - fat cocks simply disappeared inside the little head alike in w magic trick, draconic balls kissed both purple cheeks in a rhythmic manner and the lovely victim couldn't put together as much as a single thought. Her mind constantly disturbed by heavy pounds of dickmeat and by deliciously malicious locks left by a certain priest. 

All till the hour of the dragons neared closer and their movements became faster, heavier; splashing precum out of lovely ears with each slam. Soon did their motion became unified again, slamming into the tiny head at the same time and stuffing it properly. Not a single inch was left for Sylvanas, all the space taken for the sisterly pricks instead. 

Tyrande's fingers just reached for the Banshee maws that were spread in mindless helplessness, pushing her chin up and forcing the Dark Lady to clench her teeth instead. "You look better this way." She purred out with a satisfied voice, her own slick, pretty ears enjoying the sound of draconic panting and rammed ears. "Much better indeed…" Whisperwind repeated, talking not about the jaws alone.

The wet slapping grew only louder and louder; much like the thrusting gained in strength, slamming and crushing the little pretty head with every slam. The priestess panted herself, stroking her tool to this vision of absolute breeding that Sylvanas' head was undergoing. The clenched teeth, twitching eyes and fingers spasming in even a slightest attempt to move. 

It was raw beauty in its own manner - the helpless wonder of someone as mighty as the Dark Lady being nothing more but a simple mind slave and relief doll. 

And the delicate, purple body began to softly jump on the chair; from the force and from how the dragons pulled their loins up with every move. It truly wouldn't last long before the final thrust arrived, before the draconic hips slammed into the pretty head and pressed it with love, trying to get as deep into the lovely ears as possible. 

Sylvanas rose softly from the seat, her eyes rolling up as she was pulled up, simply hung on these dicks. And then she felt it come, the tide of whiteness that drowned everything there was, one that turned her mind into one big giant cum-soaked sponge. "The Life-Binder's blessing is upon you, Banshee." Alexstrasza declared as her balls emptied themselves into Windrunner's head.

Head that grew heavier and heavier, whose owner's thoughts ran no different to a flooded ship; every compartment and every tiniest aspect submerged. Drowned in sticky nectar, permeated to the last bit and then alike a sinking vessel, slowly lost in the oozing white. 

Dragons panted, holding the ranger by her head and grasping heavy breaths as they shot one portion of their load after another, making sure not a tiniest bit will be wasted outside such a tight, wondrous space. "Now that's a heavy headed Banshee." Tyrande declared as Ysera pulled out softly and then went back in, closing her eyes as the relief was long deserved - long gained and rightful. 

Plump bottom of the Dark Lady remained just a little above the wooden seat, adding to the spice of the situation. It remained so for a while, till the sisterly ballsacks grew dry and light, till the twin meats grew flaccid and smaller, allowing the little cum-doll to fall down as they slid out. 

And as she fell down onto the seat, those wondrous, long strings of seed stretched between sisterly tools and the lovely ears. No longer kept in check by fat presence, the well-stored nectar escaped, trickling down the pretty head in a slow and nasty manner, right next to those wondrously clenched teeth. 

Tyrande smiled as the spongy, fat cocks escaped in the new flaccid glory and then gently rested on the banshee’s face, adding to the beauty of rolled up eyes for the last time. "Now now…" She purred out as the emerald and scarlet colours shined again, marking the true end of the game and leaving her alone with the beautifully prepared, cum-barrel of royal heritage. Of ancient heritage. 

As golden-edged cards gracefully fell onto the floor, dipping into the thick white, these plump, elven lips bent into a wide smile when last of today's fat tools slapped the Banshee, sending her head to the side all if she was no more than a cloth doll. "... we've waited a long time for this." 

Elven Queen smiled only wider and wider as she kept swinging her grand tool, as the Banshee head would bounce to the sides, following the direction of each wet, fat slap. Her absent expression and rolled up eyes only filling the elf with furtherly growing fire. "Waited too long. The Kaldorei will have their vengeance." 

“One by one.” This nasty, moist noise of squishing juices soon was to be heard, following the shoving of a fat, purple meat down Sylvanas throat. “We’ll feed you justice.” She panted loudly, her tool on the very edge from this simple insertion - all this watching was but oil pouring into her, now the tiniest spark was enough. “Through the mouth…” She slowly pulled out and in; all as draconic seed kept dripping from her cousin’s ears. “... or else.”

It truly wasn’t long till her her massive tool was already at it's peak, swelling even more before it unceremoniously released yet another load into the banshee queen; another load of oozing whiteness that would feed her for the time to come. Because in truth, it was all that drove Tyrande forth - once she would be done, there would be no Banshee Queen. Just whatever she would make. 

And that new thing would know of nothing else but the thick white.


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