Chapter 1 - Anal drilling

Alexstrasza squirmed happily as she found herself on all fours before the Aspect of Death, her heart beating with both excitment and curiosity. She had come there to negociate a truce with Deathwing, try to find a way to protect the surviving mortal races and prevent him of killing others, like her son had died when she first attempted to duel alone and failed. Above her, Deathwing only grinned, his hot throbbig member resting against her buttocks, lava looking precum dripping onto her back and shoulders as the large dragon grinned, a deep rumble coming from the depths of his throat as he reminded her of their deal. "I can breed you, right? Or would that be too shameful so soon?"  The male looked down with delight, more than happy to spare everyone's life in Azeroth with this 'sacrifice' from the Life Binder.

"Only if you behave~ Not like last time, you rut." Alexstrasza shuddered as the abnormally, burning hot cum scorches her backside with a shizzling noise, though it seems to do little harm to her creamy, smooth and tanned skin of her mortal form, the heat emanating from both the dragon and girth above her and the cum feeling rather good for the situation. She still remembered the last time the two of them had performed something like this, a countless lifetime ago when he was still Neltharion, the one time she had paid him a visit in one cave and the two had been together for the first time. Maybe that was the reason she was accepting this, because maybe if she was to offer herself like she had done long time ago, a spark of Neltharion could regain control over the corruption of the Old Gods and she could free Deathwing from their grasp.

"Then don't clench so tightly and ask for me to go all the way in. You clearly never could handle a balls-slapping pounding." He replied with a mischiveous smirk, grinding himself against her back and smearing more cum over her skin, horns and even the hair like soap or shampoo. "You sure you wish to do this in that form of yours?" There was a clear hint of amusement and content on his voice as he stared down at her.

"I thought you once called me the most sensual female in Azeroth when I was like this and besides, you may have won but I do not fear you, Neltharion. I won't give you the privilege of doing what you want in my dragon form, because if you do breed me like this, I will not lay dozens of eggs for you." Alexstrasza claimed with confidence, looking up just as a fat globe of molten cum bubbles out. It floods her fiery hair, a shizzling frying noise bubbling as the gloomy cum rolls across her angelic features. Hot enough to make steam burst as if from brimstone, yet the Dragon Queen remains unharmed still. Surely such unholy cum would melt lesser mortal creatures; but not her! A single droplet floods her whole face, forcing her ruby eyes shut~ "Like this you~ugh "Her mouth had parted to utter a phrase, but her words are drowned in the bubbling cum as it pours down the sharp elven visage.

"Anything you would like to add?" He asked playfully, noticing her lips parting but no word coming out as she was slowly covered in precum. A heavy rumble vibrated out of his throat as he gave a few steps back, his girth's cockhead running along her back until it would rest over her buttcheeks. "Well then, my Queen... may I enter you now or do you need some warming up first with my tongue? Not that I doubt your natural moisture will help but we all know I do not wish to hurt you too much upon letting you experience a true dragon's cock, far superior than the one of your dead consort." He hummed contently to taunt her, slowly lowering his head and let his hot breathe wash over her, the high body temperature surely making her feel like in a sauna or near a vulcano as even the floor itself seemed to crack a bit.

Alexstrasza ertainly felt hot and bothered ~ An adorable shade of crimson gradually spreading over her cheeks, adding flustered colour to the angelic features. The Queen had been placed on a modest stool, and peeled of her attire. Only the golden-and-crimson gauntlets that shaped her fingers into metallic claws and her matching boots that guard her slender legs remain. That bubbly, flesh-rich rearside of hers is spilling over the wooden brink, with nothing to safeguard her tensed, winking and oh-so snug lil' asshole as the bulbous, draconic cockhead rolls across it. The intense heat as the muscle tighten together ~ A hole far too small for such a behemoth of a gigantuan cock to ever fit, yet she can't resist giving a gentle push back as the Destroyer's girth brushed it entrance with the ridges along it's lenght. "Unf~ Since when did you become the loving kind, dear Neltharion?" She taunted him, speaking with a melodic and motherly voice, for despite all, she considered all her children to ane xtended. That was the task given to her by the Titans and she wouldn't go back on it now. All of this was to try bring Neltharion back, force him to remember that one passionate moment shortly after they had been granted powers. Her hips swayed teasingly, almost inviting him in; to spare her womb of his offspring. If only she could satisfy him enough, the horrors of what the orcs under his command had forced her to would never again take place. She swore not to allow anythign like that happen ever again and so, she would not hesitate and go back in her word now. She was too prideful! Their deal for peace, was to give herself to Nelt-Deathwing until he was satisfied. She could become his Prime consort but she knew exactly how to tease him. She would remain 'safe', feeding the Aspect's more kinky and naughty desires. She knew very well he had other consorts, others that he would breed with. If she was to offer her snuggly hole, she knew he would accept it every single time. She just had to endure forever~...

Her thoughts were interrupted as a humming reaching her ears as she stared at him by the corner of one eye, shuddering in antecipation of what was to come. Deathwing, on the other side, did found her sudden behavior highly arousing and delightful as she began to nudge backwards, the monstruous cockhead poking firmly against her tight backdoor and it didn't took long for the large armored black dragon to press his hips forward, forcing the tip of the pointy draconic girth to press against her entrance more firmly, a soft teasing growl coming from his lips as he accepted playfulness. One large paw wrap around her waist, holding her hips firmly as he kept pushing against her less used hole. He had no doubt Alexstrasza had indulged in anal intercourse before, but if only with him on their first time or not, he could not know.

"Since you sweet talked me with such words, calling me for how I used to be~!" The Aspect confessed, his head lowereing to close it's maw carefully around one of her horns. "I will indeed be gentle for you, Alexstrasza. I do not want to break you just yet into the mindless broodmother you will become." He taunted her, the air becoming hotter and far more dense as hips pushed forward and, one way or another, either by her own attempts to buck backwards or mostly the hand around her, he slowly forced the large cockhead to stretch her ring and anal cavity, the hot pre-cum leaking out through his cockslit acting as the only lube she would have as Alexstrasza was once more on the verge of phrasing a sentence, but instead it was swallowed as pearly white teeth sinks into her plush cocksucker harshly, shielding it away amidst a groaned moan.

They are two worlds apart in their forms - Her but a lithe and lustrous lil' thing, not made to breed with a giant of the sky. Yet, here she is ~ With her stubborn, wrinkled and tensed asshole barring against a cockhead too fat to ever fit, yet it doesn't halt. She can feel the scorching heat kiss her muscle. The odd shape of the bulbous cockhead is as if made to pierce tight holes, with its speartip-like shape attempting to pierce her for the ridges to start stretching.

"Huhnf, fuc~" She shields her horny moans behind her teeth still, turning to groans for more. At first the stubborn muscle is simply pushed inwards, her clawed gauntlets scrapping and scratching the stone surface as she attempts to remain in position, breathing sharply and heavily upon the constant poke. But eventually, all that can not be broken yields, and after twenty torturous seconds of the steady slow advance from Neltharion's wings, the first of the tip begins to stretch her open, forcing the wrinkled rim to give way to more and more. A greedy hand cups the underside of a hefty tit, sinking her golden claws into the tender flesh with need, almost as if to try arouse herself more to make things easier, to have her body focus on the familiar exquisite touch on her sensitive breasts rather than the large intrusion being shoved inside her.

"Sorry, you were saying? You keep trying to speak but I can't hear you, Alexstrasza." The male hummed, his wings stretching and shaking, sending a gust of hot air down as he kept using the paw around her waist to help the penetration, basically forcing her into the cock with sheer force, using her like a holster for him; a living cocksleeve. But once the first few inches began to slip and her muffled groans reached his ears, the dragon's maw opened to let go of her horn, a rough tongue dragging lazily across her cheek to cover her with hot saliva. His movement stopped, and then he began to slowly pull back to let her feel the small ridges along the lenght and then back forward, steadly and calmly working her passage to tease her with the odd sensation, this time swaying and pushing his hips down, not only to force the lenght to rub mostly along her south inner wall, but to pin her down! "Do you love your King's Alpha cock, my Queen?" He inquired with a casual tone, even though it was meant to further tease and taunt her as the hot member twitched, irradiating enough heat she could feel as if she was getting closer and closer to Azeroth's core the deeper he went in her tunnel. After all, Neltharion had been the Guardian of Rocks!

Alexstrasza was at a loss of words as she felt her bowels being touch by the cockhead, but that didn't stopped the dragon as he let go of her waist and kept pushing, determinated in reshape her insides. Whenever she tries to phrase a taunt, the words are taken away by an earth-rumbling thrust. The Life-Binder has sampled all the cocks Azeroth has to offer - From the humble, to the grand, to the outright odd! After all, it is the duty required of the Aspect of Life, not to let a single life seed go unsampled. Just how many mortals have perished in their foolish quest to take every inch of the Aspect of Death's gigantic draconic cock~! Deathwing's first consort, Wration and Onyxia's mother, had he done this to them as well? Even for a female dragon his lenght, the heat and roughness of its surface was too much. The thought is flooded away, as another thrust digs a couple of ridged inches deeper into her struggling, tensed and oh-so cock-milkingly tight asshole, with such force that she is almost flung straight off the stool. Metal complains and screech as plated knees clash to rough stone floor. Her hefty tits kisses next, squished near flat and bulging wider than the width of her slim chests. A blushing cheek is forced to the floor, and her prideful horns scrap the ground. In instinct, her dainty fingers cups her ripe ass-cheeks, digging into the flesh with her metallic claws and prying the doughy cheeks wide for the next few inches to push past and into her accepting ass more easily as a whorish moan finds its way past her plush crimson cocksuckers. The mixed sensations, the roughness, the heat, the images on her mind, everything is slowly building up her lust and arousal as she tries to gather her thoughts and breathing.

Deathwing stared down at the female beneath him with more lust and passion he had ever looked at anyone, smirking widely as the sounds of metal scrapping rock and the feeling of the Queen of Life's tight muscles clenching -or trying to- around his lenght, trying to squeeze and milk him while precum oozed every now and then at a steady pace boosted his ego and pride. Not only was he helping heat her up from inside to the outside, but fill her tunnel. He was going to create one deep cave and then, once she was to feel empty like he had during all those millenia as Neltharion, alone in deep, dark caves, he would reward her with a sence of company and fullness, filling the void he was goign to create in her body like the Old Gods had filled the void in his heart. Perhaps, deep down, he knew this path was a matter of choices. He had tried to do his job, to not let out the loneliness take over, and he had failed. Alexstrasza was always too busy tending to life; Ysera slept, Nozdormu appeared to never had the time despite how ironic that sounded and Malygos was playing with magic. So ironic that another Aspect had snapped and been replaced by Kalecgos. It appeared what the Titans had done was to curse their existence with a burden they alone could not carry for all eternity, not without something else.

A heavy rumble vibrated out of his throat. The thought enraged Deathwing, his veins bulging with each twitch and throb of his lenght, covering the massive lenght like magma cracks across a piece of red obsidian and he thrusted harder, forcing Alexstrasza's mortal form down, pinning her wit nothing more but a monster cock, and then he grinned upon noticing the flush of blood on her cheeks and the unspoken truth finally escaped her lips. "I know this is your duty, but to lose your composture and moan like a whore... I expected that only when you felt my balls touching your body and the heat coming up to your lungs and heart, making it harder to breathe." Deathwing taunted her yet again, hips pulling back ever so slowly, probably even lifting and dragging her back along a bit as every ridge of his girth made it's lazy way along her inner walls... only for him to thrust harder and firmer, shoving more of his cock with his might, actually picking up a steady thrusting pace as one large paw settled over her head, pinning it to the ground and forcing her to see the large claws piercing the stone, like bars of a cage as he assumed control, a lonely rope of hot cum leaving his member and washing over her bowels with enough pressure to splash backwards along his cock, like a wave crashign against a cliff, covering the near by flesh walls of her body and even fill her intestines as they were pushed further into her body. "Nnngghh~!" A blissful groan with a deep rumble escaped the male's throat, the earth beneath them trembling and shaking as Deathwing finally shoved the first feet of cock inside her. One thrid in, two thirds to go. "You can submit and give up when you wish, dear Alexstrasza. There is no shame if you can't take it. Your vaginal passage and womb, on the other hand, are much more flexible." He cooed teasingly.

Alexstrasza had a thought brewing a mere moment ago, but another thrust washed it away with a mind-numbing haze of pleasure. Every sense is bombarded - Her body is heated abnormally from within, she can feel the heat radiating from within, like a bomb in her very core erupting and bursting outwards. The smell of musk and sulfur has scorched her nostrils, flooding it with a lusty aroma. The air is filled with the sound of creaking stones, metallic plates clashing, the ground rumbling and, of course, whorish moans from the Queen of Life. They're without merit, begging for every inch without a word spoken - Filled with an unspoken lust more fit for a Goldshire whore than the Queen of all Dragons. Neltharion's words caused a shudder over her body as the thought of the behemoth lenght going inside her caused her lower lips to leak a trail of femcum, dripping down her thighs. The thought was~NO! Bitign her lower lip hard, drawing her blood and tasting the flavor of iron seemed to wake her up. She would not break in. Perhaps Neltharion knew her plan all along, or maybe he didn't. She could not risk it! She had accepted to this... but she would not be used like a common and disposable breeding toy. She knew him, she knew Deathwing! Sooner or later he would grow tired of her, and once that happened she would end up chained up in her dragon form, used and raped once again like before.

Never again! Her stubborn and struggling, yet oh-so accepting and welcoming ass is tensed - Every inch feels like a battle, not only from their stubborn nature, but their shear difference in size. A body so lithe and small in comparison, shouldn't be able to accept a behemoth of a world-breaker this gigantic. A firm and prominent bulge has already shaped itself on her frontside, denting out the flat of her belly and steadily making its way up to come to rest just below her bellybutton. Her ruby eyes goes cross in shear disbelief - It feels like the very core of Azeroth itself is drilling its way deep into her wanting ass. She can feel every vein, every dent, every plating ridge as they force her rim wider, only to narrow behind it and have it close together once more. The veins are like steam-blasting fissures in molten ground, sparking and frying nerves she never knew even existed in her mortal form.

Then the ground-shaking thrust comes ~ Breaking through her defences with the smoothest of ease, and digging inch after inch of gigantic cock oh-so very deep that she could swear it would split her in half. Not even her magic would allow her to withstand this torture, but she does! A thick jet of her nectar splatters from her smooth, honey leaking out of her petals and painting the underside as the rich streaks of her horny honey, before it quickly vaporizes in a cloud of steam.

Above her, Deathwing~Neltharion... she had no idea what to call him anymore, could only let out a content chuckle as, once again, there was no reply coming from her except the genuine moans of pleasure and bliss, which only helped to flare up his own dragon ego. Deathwing's body tensed, the claws pinning her head down slowly closing, allowing her to experience that 'danger' regarding their different forms and sizes. She was nothing more than a small woman, her anal cavity only stretching this much due her draconic resilience and the magic burning within her core; for anyone else would had long been splitted in half just as she feared once the rhythmatic thrusts began, ruthless, deep and firm, with no intention of easing or slowing down once he got a good rhythm going at the pace of his twitching cock, plunging her depths like no other male had done before; drilling into her core in search for that hidden treasure buried deep underground layers of divine-like nature. She was the Queen of Life, respected and worshipped by thoushands, if not millions. But deep down to the very spark of her core, she was nothing more than a female. A dragoness that required a consort, a main one that could pleasure her better than all the others combined and still, be far superior.

Deathwing's goal was simple: to break Alexstrasza so she would become his! With her by his side, the red would be forced to obey him and Azeroth would finally be within his grasp, to be ruled by the Aspect of Death as it was destined. The Old Gods and the Burnign Legion could all burn under his breath, for he had what he most desired, the perfect mate; or soon to be.

"Can you feel it?" His voice sounded thunderous and deep, echoing like if the open rocky terrain they stood was only but a large cave. "Can you feel your 'mortal insides' accepting me?" He asked with delight, feeling himself going deeper with each thrust, until her body was pinned to the ground and her belly would be grinding along the rough surface, the bulge inside her threathening to keep moving further and further, all the way to rest underneath her chest as he shoved another inch inside, a pleased loud roar coming from his lips as the claw on her head moved away. "Speak!" Deathwing commanded, the sharp bone claw scratching one of her horns as he desired to hear her actual words. He wanted MORE than just her moans. He wanted her to speack out loud the words her body was telling him. His paw moved away, finally exposing her head in his field of sight yet again, his muzzle lowering onto the fellow Aspect's face to study the look on her face while his thrusts seemed to become more intense, his own body temperature rising like a vulcano approaching it's eruption peak.

Pull. Thrust. Throb. His malehood was forcing it's way all the way, regardless if her body could actually fit it or not. Pull! Thrust! Throb! His lenght would ocasioanlly lift from the ground as he would pull, the ridges sticking to her inner walls with a sudden jolt of his hips. Pull! Thrust! Throb! Deathwing stopped, just as he reached what he assumed was the limit of her anal cavity, not because it wouldn't go any further, but the organs in the way. Her diaphragm was only one simple push away. One push for her to experience an unique kind of 'choking' that would force her to breath only between thrusts whenever his cock was to pull back. "Ready for it, my love?" He cooed with a mischiveous voice, awaiting to hear her reply.

But as before, none leaves her lips, for Alexstrasza can feel every inch rumble within her, like the tremors from an earthquake trembling through her mortal form with each earth-rumbling thrust. She is but a small woman in her mortal form - Built upon the schematic of the High Elves, she isn't a tall woman by any account. While the kin she copies is lean and slender, the Queen of Life has chosen to be buxom and voluptuous, with curves that would make an Elf green with envy! Motherly broad hips narrows for a near impossibly slim mid-section, and a thick, ripe, bubbly butt cushions every impact of the behemoth of cock with rippling jiggles of recoil venturing through the doughy flesh. Maybe that's why she managed to take Deathwing's girth, for if she had the normal body of a high elf, she was certain she would had long been splitted in half. Her chest is hefty and rich, motherly as one would expect from the Dragon Queen and even they are set into motion, delayed by a mere second, with every thrust. Each powerful enough to break a creature of lesser stature ~ But despite all, even she isn't exempt from harm, as the Aspect of Death swear he could hear the creaking and cracking of bones, underneath the Whore Queen's slutty outcries begging for more.

She is trapped, like an animal in a cage, even with the gigantic, earth-scar claws away. She is trapped, pinned between the rock and her new consort's male cock. ~ Oh she how adores the feeling of danger. For too long she has been locked away in safety, and this is a whole new thrill, one she can no longer deny as her dainty toes are curling in the depth of her metallic boots. Beads of sweat gloss her body, mixed with remains of the cum coating her, running down her lustrous curves! Her ruby eyes rolls in shear disbelief for never has she had a cock this immense reach so deep she can only compare this sensation to Sargeras's sword piercing through stone and rock to destroy planets. Is this what a planet would 'feel' if they were alive? An inch more and she swear it would touch her pounding heart! Worst of all is that every fibre of her begin is begging for the molten monster-cock to do just that. She can't deny it any longer - She needs every inch. Her body is screaming for it. She wants to be conquered and claimed. ~ Maybe her baby oven can wait, perhaps Deathwing will ignore it completly if she can bash him in flattery whenever her slutty tight asshole is owned like a secondary pussy. The molten heat burning within her is like a wildfire to her nerves, blessing each with pleasure so close to divine bliss that she can scarily tell the difference. All that she knows is that she wants this! His cock, balls deep in her asshole, every second of every day.

Unfortunately for Deathwing, Alexstrasza came there to negociate. He believed he was going to breed her but it appeared he had broken her all too well for her to claim what it was hers, her Prime consort's cock on her backdoor, and as Life as her witness, she would fight him for that if he ever managed to resist her sensual display in the future. Hell, she could even breed her but right now, that only meant regular sex rather than the breath-taking one. Weakly she manages to turn her head to look up. A giant of the skies is glaring down at her with his eyes red like molten fire. A massive plated jaw is pried open, heaving heavily panting breath hot enough to scorch the skin off a molten, but to her it's like a coat of lusty heat submerging her with every sulfur choking exhale. Her frontside is deformed - A prominent and clear outline exactly how deep the draconic cock goes in her mortal form. Well past her tiny bellybutton, it now rests below her immense pair of squished flat tits. Her poor broken and beat ass must be a gaping cave by now ~ She can feel it when he withdraws, how she is left empty inside, like something had been stolen from her very core, only to have another thrust fill her with exactly what she requires, and sending her mortal ruby eyes rolling back in disbelief once more, near vanishing beneath her trembling eyelids. Somewhere she had a thought, but even she has forgot what thinking feels like. Her tongue is lulling from the edge of her widely smiling kissers, mindlessly drooling onto the creaking and cracking, magma spewing ground, and turning to steam before it as much touches. Her honey is spewing in thick jetting streaks with every forth to sixth thrust ~ So many orgasms have been drilled into her without consent, and she wouldn't want it any other way. The blasting sprays of nectar coats the underside of magma-decorated cock-length still too unfortunate to drill into her, with heavy tendrils of the honey drooling from her crotch. Even it can't withstand the intense heat of the ground, and shizzles and bubbles before being turned to steam as well.

Her eyes tell him everything. The eyes are the mirrors of the souls, and as the two of them peered into each other's gaze while Deathwing's thrusts continued, he saw it all. She is his; body, mind, heart and soul! Still, a rumbling snarl escapes his throat upon the lack of a reply, denying him of that little extra win if she had spoken the words he desired to hear, to bath his ego with. However, just as she looked up and he saw the look on her face and how her pink oral muscle stood out of her hot and moist oral cavity, he recognized she was in no position to say those magic words and so, the moans and body language would suffy to sate his desire for more. She was more than a cocksleeve, she was ready to accept her role unerneath him, as it should had been when the Titan first arrived to Azeroth. For the majority of his life, he had hated the task given to him but now~oh did he loved! She had teasingly offered her tight pucker for him, knowiing fully well that even if he craved to breed, a little voice deep down always made him~Neltharion or Deathwing, to claim one perfect asshole. Her plan had worked, and he didn't cared. He would breed her, eventually... maybe right after this as she was spent. Or maybe the next time. The more they would engage in this type of intercourse, the more she would become an obedient consort to the point, having her asshole ~or tailhole if she was in dragon form~ fucked would be a reward for becoming a broodmother and giving birth to a legion of black and red dragons.

But in that moment of utter supremacy and male dominance he was showing her what he had learnt from all the time inside caves, making one out of her asshole. The scent of her dripped juices evaporating, that subtle aroma in the middle of all the sulfur and dense air surrounding them caused his lenght to flare, his massive draconic girth far more intimidating than if this had been any of the other Aspects twitching with the incoming orgasm her submissively devoted sight caused. He looked at her like a hunter ready to strike down his prey, lips curled into a wide and pleasant smile and his wings extended widely, casting a shadow of ownership and destruction over her; the destruction of her mind and the reshaping of her body, like the shifting earth would create and destroy mountains. This was his power, and so he began to pull, ridge after ridge grinding along her passage as he lowered his muzzle, exhaling heavily and with enough force her cum sticky hair would flail, the flaring nostrils touching the back of her head while hot saliva dripped onto the Aspect's body.

Suffocating heat surrounded her, numbing her mind and making it hard to breathe that precious oxygen, a rough pink muscle dragging lazily across her flushed cheek in a sign of ownership as she would whimper, just as the tip of his monster malehood stood inside her, held only by the now real desperate attempt of her muscles to deny its exit... and in that moment of emptiness, as cum dripped and covered every bit of her gapped tunnel, she knew what would follow. There was no mercy! Only raw, brute and ruthless sex to come and Alexstrasza finally gave him that bit of victory he required, head arching to look up as she scremed for all to hear, a genuine pleadign cry for Deathwing.

"I submit!"

The next split second, loud whorish moans and incoherent words left her lips as Deathwing thrusted with every fiber and might of his body, refilling her now empty cave and drilled into her, pushing in further, certain that the Queen of Life could survive as his heavy scrotum smacked agaisnt her thighs with enough force for the sound to be heard over her moans or the earth cracking beneath them from the growing heat and the intense sex. Those motherly hips which had seduced countless males and females withstood a blow that would had rent any other elf or mortal race dead, and yet he knew her bones, even in this form, were sturdy enough to not break. Even as the rock beneath them began to give in, cracks spreading across the surface like a banshee's wail breaking glass. But Alexstrasza could take it, better than Ysera and even any Titan if this had been a scenario with any of them. Only Alexstrasza's body was fit to take the pounding of all existance, regardless of how she wished to look like.

And so, the strenght of his thrust sent ripples of shockwaves coursing through her body to every extremity, soon to be followed by yet another, and another, and another ~ and a rapid succession of violent thrusts marked the begining of the end. Unlike their firstand last rutting session when they were young and he was pure, with a low penetration meant to leave her ovaries marinating in the hot cum, this time she was about to experience what pent up rage and grude being released meant.

Pull. Thrust. Smack. His malehood grew hot like Azeroth's molten core, hot enough for her to feel the sweat evaporate from her body as the final five thrusts began.

Pull! Thrust! Smack! The ground cracked under the weight as she woudl feel her heart burning, and yet she lived!

Pull! Thrust! Smack! Breathing was only possible whenever he pulled back, and if she wasn't quick she would found herself gasping for air, her diaphragm closing and tensing from the rough treatment.

PULL! THRUST! SMACK! Three feet of dragon cock by one feet wide were ramming her like a man would use his woman, her skin stretching to the limit, as if this avatar was perfect to fit him fully.

PULL!~THRUST!~SMACK! Deathwing ~ Neltharion ~ the Aspect of Death ~ the Earth Warden ~ regardless of whatever name he was known for roared in exctasy as his orgasm hit, stream of hot cum flooding Alexstrasza depths and core, his cock pumping load after load non-stop for a whole minute as the heat filled her up.

For Alexstrasza felt like a hot geyser ~ a vulcano's eruption into her core as her whole body shuddered and shivered and she came harder than before, squirting all over the place as the sound of her juices sizzling upon touching the hot surface reached their ears, coating Deathwing's heavy and huge balls before evaporating after a few seconds. 'Earth Warden my ass' The amusement thought crossed Alexstrasza mind as she was flooded! And soon enough her thoughts began clouds of pleasure as she mewled under her Prime consort; her mate; her lover; her husband; Her King; Her Everything!

In seconds, cum made it's way up along his cock, moving between the lenght and her inner walls until it would ooze out of her ass, dripping onto her wet fertille cunt and thighs, forming a puddle benetah the cracked floor she stood as he withdrew, filling that emptiness his cock's absence caused with lava-like cum. His cum wasn't lava, but it did had the same color and consistency, giving a somewhat awkward and arousing sight of what a cave bubbling with lava would like as he stared at Alexstrasza gapping rear. A spray of his cum arched over her as he popped free, landing several feet away before the heavy and thick cum fell onto her body as he showered her and her anal cavity would slowly push the cum out as her body would attempt to return to it's normal shape. It would take a few hours probably, or maybe less, but until then the Dragon would smile and admire her.

"I hereby baptize you..." A muffled chuckle escape his lips as Deathwing looked down once his orgasm had finally subsided, the still fully hard dragon girth dripping onto the floor between his legs. "I hereby Cumtize you, as Alexstrasza, Queen of Life and Life Binder, Prime Consort of Deathwing, the Destoyer!" He claimed, stepping back to watch the mess she had become at same time the last bit of strenght abandoned her body and Alexstrasza collaped onto the cum filled crater, lips parted as she absently lapped at the cum and swallowed, cheeks red from arousal and heat.

For anyone watching, it did looked like she was merely resting on lava and not on highly nutrional cum.