Chapter 1 - Family Matters

Not even a heavy meeting with the cold planks was enough to wipe off the Banshee's smirk; even though her eyebrow raised curiously at the ever-flowing, purple chains of void energy. These scarlet eyes fell onto bound feet, much like they did turn towards the shackled hands; all as she lied on her side in a less than mighty pose. "Fancy little toys you've earnt, big sister." 

Sylvanas scoffed, lying on the main deck and looking at the heavily breathing, panting elf in front of herself. Alleria wiped her cheek from dirt and then took a longer while to stabilize her breathing. "Sister." The Void Elf declared, staring at the bound Dark Lady. "You are now my prisoner and as such…" Golden-haired one straightened herself, allowing her body to rest from the battle-stance it took a long time ago. "... will be delivered to Stormwind for judgment."

The Dark Ranger merely rolled her eyes. "Oh, Alleria. Mother would be so proud if she could see you now." She moved her feet a little, scratching the desks with these sharp, lengthy heels, as if to check if she could break free. "So righteous. Stalwart. Selfless."

"You see, I am beaten." Sylvanas declared with such a juicy, content little voice - the grave nature of her situation seemingly flying over her head. "Now that you won, perhaps we could talk over a cup of something warm?"

Alleria frowned in disbelief at first, her mouth opening to let out a few words but initially giving none; her lips shone with the sunlight, so much more delicate and tasteful than those proud, full ones of her younger sister. Only once anger snuck into her expression did she decide to speak. "You don't seem to understand a thing, do you?"

"Control your rage, sister or you'll burst a vein and die.” Sylvanas’s tone turned so thickly caring, so overly patronizing, so finely sarcastical. “Gods know I would too if Arthas didn’t get to me first.” She scoffed and then lowered her cold head onto the planks, seemingly so content with her own joke. 

“You… Ugh.” Alleria’s hands snapped with void energies, sparked with it repeatedly, so ready to unleash the void energies and yet, somehow keeping herself in check. “Teldrassil. Lordareon. Orgrimmar just mere hours ago and… this?” She clenched her fists, all while Sylvanas looked at her without all that much interest. “I knew you became a monster but this is just…” 

Thousand years of battling in the nether, countless clashes with the worst things the Burning Legion and the Void could serve her, the war for Argus and now this; the oldest Windrunner spent centuries grueling to save the world and then, after her return, her sister was no more than a walking monstrosity that joined their very worst enemy, the Horde.

“I know, I know.” Banshee Queen eventually agreed, actually addressing whatever her older sister had to say. “The Boy King and his Dog will have my actions judged, the Moon-Slave likely will push to have me executed for my crimes; my head will fall and the entire Azeroth will rejoice in peace.” She recited the seemingly upcoming chain of events, putting Alleria into some kind of disbelief once more. 

“You just don’t care about life, do you?” The Ren’dorei spread her hands in some helpless manner; void drove many to madness and confusion, for this one elf her sister was just enough. “Not even yours?!”

Sylvanas raised her eyebrows in some kind of realization, clearly having some kind of understanding; one she didn’t exactly want to share with her sibling. As such, she merely looked at the horizon behind Alleria, staring at the vast sea and the shores of Northrend that lied far behind it. “Funny you say that, sister.”

As one Windrunner seemed wholly unfazed, the other had her hands shake in sheer fury. “You absolute…” She didn’t finish, merely falling onto her knees over the banshee and moving the purple body onto its back. “Where do you have it? “ The emerald-painted, void-sparking nails fell not much later, grabbing her neck, although to the Banshee’s surprise not to choke her but to then slide it around, wrap under the cloak and then around the nape. “Where’s the sapphire?” 

Older sister asked or rather demanded an answer as her face twisted in sheer contempt, sitting on her little sibling and searching her body thoroughly, her expression changing only further she touched the delicate skin, felt the radiating warmth of the Dark Lady’s beauty-flesh. 

“I suppose I need to give you a commendation for not trying to choke a Darkfallen.” Sylvanas purred out and only enjoyed as it pushed the void-kissed one further. Alleria merely continued her search, feeling emotions she couldn’t name as she slid her fingers under the outer pieces of Dark Ranger’s breastplate; as the plump flesh bent under her fingers.

“Shut up that mouth of yours.” Voice of the Void Elf resounded across the empty ship, her nails running across the edges of that tasteless corset-armor, too close to these fine, all too fine in size Banshee breasts. Not to mention the stupidly exposed, proper belly of her sister. “You’re a disgrace.” Older Windrunner declared as she felt something about that muscled stomach, something she shouldn't feel. Only moments later did she actually turn to her sister’s armored leggings.

Though as she properly learnt, they weren’t even real armor - just a pair, flesh-trapping, tight pants with some armor plates added in the front so as to not look entirely out of place. But it was beneath those that she found what she looked for. “I suppose I should be glad you didn’t throw it away.” Ren’dorei growled out, pulling out the old, sapphire amulet.

“Oh that old thing.” Red eyes fell onto the long-gifted locket; the aged gift from their mother, a piece of three proper, fat gems that were once given to the oldest Windrunner sister and thus, as a testament to their sibling love, broken into three pieces by Alleria and spread across them all later on. And for just a little moment, the sight of it changed something. 

Sylvanas stared at the sky-shaded ornament with some kind of unnamable feeling in her eyes and for that time did her sister think there maybe was something left in her sibling; it was a remnant of old times, a treasure of younger hearts, old happiness and old griefs but most of all, of a different life. But because of that, it too had to be worth nothing.

“I guess you can keep it.” The Banshee Queen eventually declared, her careless voice only furtherly stoking the flames inside the other Windrunner - and it stoked her well, causing Alleria shiver and fall onto her sister, mount her hips and swallow, feeling just how perfect amortization was the Dark Lady’s equally dark and mighty bottom. 

But even so, she fell down almost viciously, like an angry animal; filled with fury and a much different emotion that still lingered there after the thorough search of the much too pretty body of the ranger. That lovely little face, adorned by many golden strands, lowered itself above the one of the banshee, so close that pink, delicate lips could almost touch these dark, plump ones. “You absolute…”

Seeing the quivering glare of her void-touched sister, Sylvanas squinted her eyes in satisfaction, knowing she just broke the last good memory her sibling could have about her. “What, want a kiss?” She smooched ever so gently to then smile widely, to flash these long canines with deep contentment. 

But that last offer was truly the match to set off the powder keg that Alleria became. 

“Yeah.” The older sister declared with a clear, steady voice.  “Actually I do.”

Sylvanas' eyes widened as Alleria fell upon her maws with some kind of fury, the void-touched tongue forced its way into the pretty, little mouth and conquered; clear magic strengthened it and the shackles prevented the Banshee from using her own powers, leaving her but defenseless. 

And so they danced, fought with one having the advantage over the other and with nothing but sisterly saliva exchanged wildly; granted the gravity, the younger sibling clearly had to swallow much more. Before the Dark Lady could truly get into the fray, the other Windrunner backed off, panting like a wild animal and staring into these red eyes for a moment. 

Then she licked her lips, getting more of that family taste but speaking with nothing but poorly held back fury. "We left thinking you'll be the pride of house Windrunner and a fine leader to the Farstriders." She spat out and then sucked more air, angrily and through her teeth. "But instead you became this."

"Some kind of evil slut-queen that betrays everyone and everything while parading half naked."

Sylvanas took a few deeper breaths and smiled in return. "And it would seem that not even the great Alleria Windrunner can deny my beauty." She scoffed, her fine front going up and down as she herself ran out of breath after this sisterly juice-exchange. "Not that I complain. It's good to have a little bit of appreciation from my own family."

In truth, nothing she could say would change Alleria’s mind by this point as she backed off, to merely sit on her sister again. "I planned to bring you to justice but now I see that will make no difference for you." Void-sparking hands grabbed the corset-plate of the banshee and with all the vigour she had, simply ripped it to the sides, tearing it off the purple body and revealing what they hid. 

And so, a fine set of dark udders spread freely across the chest of the Dark Lady, a pair of nipples just a few shades darker but still standing proudly; two proper, large cushions made perfectly for some wicked adversary of life - for an evil slut-queen. "I'll have to do it differently."

Sylvanas raised her eyes curiously, watching own front be released, wiggle and then fall into captivity of her sister; those delicate little hands soon fell down and groped mercilessly, as if Alleria had nothing in mind but furtherly prove to herself that this particular purple body had one use. 

But it was refreshing; even useful, the Dark Ranger was quite exhausted after rushing her way towards the ship with such a haste - after all, it was an entire Azshara she had to traverse. This little love-break would be enough to regain enough energy.

"What then, sister?" The Banshee Queen declared calmly but keenly, perhaps just a little carefully as her nipples were examined by being pulled forth. "We shall mingle together like two lynxes before someone arrives?" She took another sharper breath, feeling how her entire breasts were raised by nothing but these nearly black nipples. 

"Yes, sister. You're going to mingle for the rest of your life." Alleria let go of the banshee cushions and then thrusted her thumbs into them, making that shackled body shiver. "I'm done playing games with you, I'm done trying to figure out if there's even one piece of my sister left there." Despite all this heat, it was but a cold statement.

That feline, victorious expression of Lady Sylvanas Windrunner would hold for just a few moments more, all as her sister lowered herself down again, putting fine lips before plump ones. "I'm done being rational, sister." They connected for what would be Banshee Queen's last true kiss, allowing her to taste Quel'Thalas for the last time, before the two separated and saliva dripped into the dark maws. "I'm done trying to figure out what you think."

She took last heavy breath and raised ever so slightly, resting her hand on the head of the younger sibling. "So we're going to put an end to your thoughts."

It was only then that Lady Sylvanas Windrunner halted for a moment, feeling the shadowy, unstable energies creep around her little, pretty head. "At ease, sister. We both know that that's not something you would do. Besides, I am not sure you would be even able to.." Her voice yet carried some kind of confidence, although one softly cracked. 

"It's a forbidden thing to do but we've both done enough forbidden things by now. What's one more?" Alleria declared without much care. "You've hurt enough people and you hurt me but also, you've done nothing but seduce me now. With those clothes if you can call them so, with this body. You were right here, I can't really deny your body." And it was that last sentence that put the Dark Ranger into grim reality. "So I'm gonna separate it from that filthy mind. Turn an Evil Slut-Queen into just Slut-Queen."

"W-Wait, sister…" Sylvanas spoke as she felt the void creep into her mind and shamelessly spread around, as these tendrils grew between her thoughts carefully wrapped around all these valuable parts of her sentience. "... I am sure we can talk it out another way." Her ambitions were grabbed, her reasons were grasped, these mental tentacles soon even squeezed their way into her memories, picking the unnecessary ones without Alleria or Vereesa. 

That mind-slime was a fine dose of desperation, quite the one the Dark Lady needed; her ever so slightly more frantic smile gained in uneasiness. "This body can be yours another way, without such mad extremes." Her tone turned to an offering one, she needed just a bit of time to regain her power, if she only led the conversation on for another dozen moments, she would likely be able to break out of the chains. "This is not how sisters should act." Especially as the other Windrunner didn't seem to be aware of her plan anyhow. 

Not that it would change anything right now. 

"Things we learn about family." Older sibling declared, clenching her fist and thus making the banshee feel the pressure inside her mind - as these perfectly transparent, glass-like thoughts were drowning in void-muck. "Never thought I'll turn you into my personal breeding animal either." It was the unbridled honesty that made Sylvanas swallow. 

The many void-tentacles sprouted from beneath the two, crawling onto the banshee and pinning her even more to the ground. Creeping onto her belly, they prompted these scarlet eyes to look at them and in turn see something even more terrifying; the stretched, barely holding pants of her older sister. "There must be some other way you want to solve this, sister and justly so."

The newly titled Evil Slut-Queen could say much but none of it without fear; to die wouldn't make a difference for her as she knew her destination either way - but a mindbreak? Shattering of memories? Not even death could fix that. Yet it was exactly that panic which fed her older sister; if the Banshee Bitch-Queen feared nothing but sisterly love then exactly that love she would receive. 

"I'll think about it when I'm spent." Alleria declared dryly, her contempt, lust and anger condensed into some sort of raw will that was not changeable by now. "This will be my justice." And all of these tentacles clenched, some accidentally breaking what they already held; causing the eyes of the banshee to open wide and her teeth to clench as something she couldn't even name was already gone. 

"Your war ends today." Alleria declared as she raised and gently clenched her fist - you could almost hear all these delicate thoughts shatter in an irreparable manner. "But don't worry, you'll be with your family forever now. We'll take care of you. Whole Azeorth will."

Sylvanas Windrunner breathed quickly, feeling how her head was just a little lighter and the pressure in it just a little weaker, even though there were still a lot of slimy tentacles in her mind. So what else could she say to somehow sway her sister than what her Alleria-filled brain did give her. "S-Sister wait, I love you."

"I know you do." Alleria agreed and clenched her fist entirely, watching as the fearful eyes of the former Dark Lady widened madly and her mouth spread beautifully, those last remnants of old emotions vanishing away alike slowly shattering glass-vases, lost to the world with the sound of breaking mirrors and disappearing void-chains. 

"Now undress, dark-slut."

And the order was absolute, so it was no more than a moment before those slick, banshee fingers slipped under her leggings and pulled them in a mad rush, as if her own very life depended on it. A fine, queenly-set of war-carved buttocks soon shone in the morning light, their volume simply bouncing out of the tight clothing once it was removed. "Keep your boots and gloves on, sister and do not touch mine either. I want to keep a semblance of who we both were before you broke us both."

With a fine set of big, puppy eyes was Alleria's breastplate taken off, although not by her own hand obviously. That red gaze could only obediently adore the creamy, delicate breasts that jumped out; only some kind of silent, disallowed but yet present excitation awashed the little, once-so proud face upon the sight of these pink, high-elven nipples. Wonders that somehow, suddenly, were ever so present in her memories now. 

Naturally, nothing was said about pants, so this zealously undressing, fully bulge-focused banshee was soon unbuckling, unlocking these belts of the older sister. Sibling who merely stared her down with some kind of anger, the infuriation that she was pushed to shatter the mind of her own sister and now watch her work for the sisterly cock. "A ship doesn't sail alone, dark-slut. When are your scions supposed to arrive to help you?"

Those big, empty eyes raised onto the older sister but not a real word was given, merely a stare as one of elven belts was taken off, causing the very pants to slid lower and be on edge of bursting - thus proving that no less than three waistbands and sashes were necessary to keep Alleria's angry tool in check. 

Yet so, as the answer was not given and only apologetic, forgiveness-begging were present, the void-one realized something. "It seems I broke whatever was responsible for these poisonous words of yours, didn't I?" This was met with a nod from the former Dark Lady. 

Older Windrunner merely glared at her sibling for a longer while, some dry annoyance presenting itself with a frown and tired eyes but still not outdone by her anger. "Your fault still but no matter." With contempt did Alleria summarize it in the end. "Evil slut-queens need not speak." She declared and then moved her finger into these stretched field-trousers, sneaking it in rather easily as they were stretched forth by whatever hid inside. "You only will need to obey, all these apologies you'll give out with your body."

Her finger pulled the fabric down and that void-infused, fat cock merely jumped out; fell between the eyes of the little sister with a smacking, wet noise and pushed the entire banshee head back. "I assume it will be a few hours before they manage to get here from the Orgrimmar or whatever hiding spot they had, yes?" Older sibling asked, seeing as the proper, sisterly cock hid a fine portion of Sylvanas's face. 

And it was a meat expected of a flawless, high-elven body; fat and lengthy, likely to hang and swing had it not been so erect just now. No imperfect vein stained its length as its surface was but a flawless piece of slab of sisterly justice, forged from flesh and heat, throbbing that gave away the heavy heartbeat. All downcrowned by a pair of hanging, well-filled balls. 

Another nod was given by the dick-hidden face. 

"Good." Alleria's answer carried itself with some kind of promise but little mercy; all as she rubbed that flawless, high-elven cock across her siblings face and kept that perfect pink tip just outside Dark Slut's vision. "I'll have enough time to make sure we understand each other after all these years."

It was just a moment later that Sylvanas fell against the wall on the lower deck, sideways so and with that bow-attuned glove resting on the wall to amortize the push she was given. There was some kind of delicious confusion on her face, some kind of uncertainty whether her sister was content with the quality of the service - after all Alleria was there to give orders and a little, purple piece of banshee-meat was there but to obey.  "Leg up, cumdump.” 

Naturally, The Dark Slut used to be a ranger, a swift and agile huntress of the battlefield, a flexible and adaptable war-body; rising her plump leg to a nearly perfect upwards angle and revealing her banshee cunt was of no issue. 

These red, evil eyes rolled upwards almost instantly as her dear sibling plunged into the sisterly insides alike enforcer of justice - swiftly and without mercy. Face of the Slut-Ranger emptied itself in bliss and sheer adoration of that cock she dared to mock and once even fight against. It was some kind of odd memory that didn't make sense but these lovely void-tendrils quickly sprouted and removed the unnecessary thought quickly. 

"Tight like a royal slut." Alleria declared, wrapping one of her arms around the raised leg and then pulling out, just to thrust in once more. "Not a surprise to anyone." Her balls swung forth with the movement, their size fine enough to hold a whole meal. 

Banshee eyes remained empty for a few thrusts, coming back to reality soon after, just so she could clench her teeth and look down with these puppy eyes; look down at her own belly and the ever growing and disappearing bulge that doubtlessly was giving her womb into a more useful, cock-attuned shape. 

"What are you doing? Grope yourself, Slut-Queen." Alleria declared with a growl and sparked some fear on the sisterly face, prompting the Dark Cumdump to grab her own breast and give it a taste of these black, finely painted nails. "When we're done here, I'll make sure Vereesa gets her turn as well so be sure to pant out like the family dog you'll be."

Banshee's eyes locked on her sibling as that little tongue rolled out. She was much afraid to disappoint the older sister and thus did as told; initially only because of the order but then, as her fine tenderizing continued, rather mindlessly and without thinking about it. Red eyes rolled up finely once more and the newly claimed womb finally felt proper use. 

For as she stood in this pose, with her leg high in the air, exposing herself to her sister and it all in a manner no other than willing, Alleria was something else. She held that plump, delicate leg with fine force and did so orderly, there was no delicacy in it nor raw love; she was there to breed someone into their place and would do so alike a dutiful taskmaster. 

With iron eyes and proud, full movements that seemed more practiced than just feral, she thoroughly pounded that evil, little cunt into an obedient one. Older Windrunner didn't even want to think what kinds of dicks made into her sister before in order to keep her as the leader of the Forsaken but it mattered little by now. "We'll make sure that you're fit to come back to your family."

There was a beautiful bulge growing across that purple belly with every rightful thrust of the void-one and as such, it would disappear with every pull out - and yet, it would do so a little bit less with every slam against that womb. "There’s a lot Vereesa has to share with you, cumdump. I need to make sure you'll have enough space to take it all."

And as the banshee womb was slowly reshaped, pounded into a form more fitting for sisterly cocks, that once ever-amused face turned into a mess of idiocy; happy, scarlet eyes bounced up with every thrust and those full, shamelessly plump lips pouted every now and then. It really was as if that little, muck-drowned mind wasn't really capable of understanding much right now. 

Nonetheless, sisterly hips kept pushing forth and fine balls kept swinging; juices of the former Dark Lady kept spilling and her nails simply crushed her black nipples between themselves. All of it somewhere on the shore of Azshara, in a secluded bay where no one would come to hear the wet smacking or mindless moaning of Azeroth's finest Darkfallen. 

"Prepare yourself, sister." Alleria declared and slapped the banshee rear with void-guided strength; sending these dark cushions into a wild jiggle and leaving a fine, red mark. "It's about time to show you the duties of a cumdump." Older sibling declared and looked down at the purple bulge - one that didn't seem to go away now, even if she pulled out. "Watch closely."

The words of a loving, older sister had quite the power and even the dumb, little sister had to look at her own stomach. All as Alleria's eventually made the final thrust into the banshee cunt, her face alike this of a scolding parent and her movement almost iron. With force did she hide the entirety of sisterly cockmeat in the purple belly, giving a fine, shape-sealing bulge. 

Without a flinch or slightest emotion did she release her seed inside, her steel eyes merely glared as heavy gallons of void-spunk began to fill that belly; paint it white and overwhelm, stretch it and mercilessly grow it to some kind of indecent, wicked degree. "This, sister." Older Windrunner began, her balls flexing upwards with every release. 

"This, sister, is how Evil Slut-Queens end like."

Sylvanas could merely watch as her, once so finely carved and flat belly, was now growing madly as if for some sudden, advanced pregnancy; these dumb jaws spread in disbelief and her breath shuddered - she really would be a sisterly cumdump now. Some saliva escaped through the corner of her maws, all as her sibling made sure that one release was final and thus, slowly pulled out. 

Gradually, carefully, making sure that stomach is both stretched properly but also will not let all that white thickness escape - it was to last as a message. Her cock eventually moved out and only a quarter of a gallon spilled out, leaving that banshee womb in proper, scolded condition. "Now that's your womb taught its place." Alleria declared as a fine amount of bubbly spunk splashed by her boots, forming a small puddle. 

Red eyes of the banshee merely stared at what happened to her, at the idea of just how much sisterly cum was inside; of how much dripped out and seemingly made no difference. That little Slut-Queen just panted alike a family dog, still holding her leg high in the sky as her big sister hadn't said anything yet - though that changed soon. 

"Now, let's make sure your ass knows the same lesson."

Scarlet eyes blinked in confusion and that plump, blue leg was forced down, its owner shamelessly turned around towards the deck of the ship and pushed forth into the open; tall heels of the former Dark Lady resounded as she stepped forward, heavy and clumsy with these war-stilettos she suddenly had issues walking in. 

Blinking twice, the former ruler nearly tripped and bent forward; revealing that fine, unprepared banshee-ring. Alleria merely waved her hand, opening a rift in the floor and forcing a fine amount of thick, slippery tentacles; not for the treacherous sister but for herself, having them form a mucky, tender seat she was able to walk over and soon sit on. 

These creamy, immaculate cheeks fell onto them without hesitation, feeling how they trembled. Once done, the older sibling grabbed her sister by the long hair and had her fall back, right onto that sibling's lap; that massive piece of void-enlarged meat toy sticking out from between her legs and running across the swollen belly. "Feet up, cumdump. I want you to rest on me nicely."

Sylvanas did raise these plump thighs and as such, all her balance soon depended on lying upon these fine, ren'dorei breasts. With an Evil Slut-Queen on her and with her pillow-worthy front squeezed to the sides, Alleria grabbed her sister by the buttocks and raised the whole piece of treacherous fuck-meat. "You belong to your family again."

Sylvanas just stared down with a little idiotic but yet a little excited expression; knowing that she was about to make her beautiful sister happy again but yet being unable to see exactly how, due to that giant, cum-stuffed belly obstructing much of her vision. “And I’ll also make sure you know what that means.” Heraling, teaching words reached these long, jewelry adorned ears of the spunk-queen. 

And then she fell. 

Her buttocks slapped well against another Windrunner’s rear; that plump set of meat-buns wiggled and her udders bounced in relation to that smacking noise. The shattering of her expression was visible instantly, these red eyes ran upwards in a swift manner but these dark, cock-suited maws spread slowly, opening as if it took a longer while to process the feeling of her shamelessly rammed asshole. 

Of the flesh that suddenly had to make space for so many thick inches of angrily swollen dickmeat; for the cock which pushed delicate flesh apart and declared that it would stay as such, receiving only some futile clenching attempts in return. 

That dark, evil hole stretched finely and instantly took a fine, perfectly round shape. Sylvanas gave little mercy across her reign and little she planned to give after reaching Icecrown; Alleria would return the same and give no quarter to delicate, so unused insides. 

With void powers in her sister's veins, former Banshee soon found herself jumping on that cock as if she was feather-light; even though the heavy smacking of her ass clearly told an opposite tale to her weight. "This is where the second of your lessons comes in, sister." She heard, feeling how that ren'dorei girth gave her insides a new meaning. "Evil cumdumps use every hole of their body and lay claim to none of them."

Sylvanas listened, looking down at her belly and soaking every word as if her brain was empty enough to put every of those sentences on a pedestal, right in the center of her mind. Obviously it wasn't easy as her reddened banshee rear fell down again, reducing her conscience to a simple feeling of a cock-stuffed, reclaimed dark-ass. 

"From now on, you'll be walking with a belly like this everyday." Alleria declared, bouncing that mess of treacherous fuck-meat and void-infused spunk on her dick; her voice as unforgiving as before. "And when we go to Vereesa, you'll do exactly the same thing for her as you're doing for me - you'll drain her balls until she's done with you for the day."

Sylvanas clenched her teeth as she felt the sisterly anger, fear painted itself on her face again and the very asshole tightened; clinging to the sisterly cock in some kind of apology. She could see the meaning of these words as well, stare at that fine, cum-filled belly that was gifted to her alike a new title. 

It was then that a single tentacle creeped up next to her face, holding that aged sapphire amulet on itself and making her look at it with these oblivious puppy eyes; right before making it into her mouth. Forcing these shocked eyes to look downwards at it, it soon left the Banshee-Bitch with an old, fist-sized gem sticking out of her maws; all as she kept riding the meat of her sibling. 

"We'll also need you to look properly for the occasion." Alleria added and for just a moment stopped holding that fat banshee buttock with her right hand, instead moving her fingers forth a little and waving them to procure a seal onto those ladyparts. "Nothing will spill out until I say it spills out. That or the other hole."

Former Dark Lady could merely widen her eyes to the response of the glow, almost forgetting about the giant, family jewel that was forced against her tongue. Little could she see of the amethyst, shadow-woven sigils that appeared before her lovelips and sealed them - obviously out of banshee vision as her belly was, and would be, a fine detriment to seeing what was below. 

And as such she would bounce for a good time, her expression regularly breaking between sheer bliss of rolled up eyes, mindless gem-sucking and some kind of worry whether older sister would be happy with her. As for Alleria, the proper Windrunner would eventually grow a little less stalwart and more content with the tight welcome to her meat. 

Teacherly, scolding face would eventually take softer tones; iron eyes would grow more pleased and nearly emotionless expression would turn into fleshy contentness. "All you had to do was to not be some kind of Evil…" The thinking sibling began with a more tired tone, feeling how sheer anger was waning, replaced with some disappointment in the whole situation. "... Slut-Queen of the north."

That bouncing became faster just for a moment. "I wouldn't need to do this to you and you would be able to do more than moan." The void-one continued, digging her nails deeper into that fat banshee bottom. "I wouldn't need to pump you full of cum. But look where you got us." She finally raised that purple body with some kind of irritation, all the way till her tip was almost slipping out of the stretched, sisterly asshole. 

"To one big disappointment."

Sylvanas fell and the deck filled with the sound of her pounded asshole; with the noise of cheeks hitting against the crotch of an older sibling. "What a joke." Alleria added as another load of her seed was pumped into that treacherous, little asshole. 

Little answer was there from Sylvanas as her eyes just widened in the response to that new, spilling heat. Naturally, as she blinked alike some silly, confused animal, she didn't let that precious gift fall out of her mouth either, still sucking on it with finely spread, circular lips. Whether she really understood that another load filled her whole, that would be up to debate. 

Alleria merely panted, not so graceful as with the first cum-filling of her sister; this family reunion has already lasted a long time as she was sure the sun moved on the horizon. Her balls flexed upwards as the last of their long held contents were released, eventually allowing her tool to soften at last and the banshee to fall down as nobody was still in mood to hold her. 

Like a heavy cum-barrel of sibling spunk and alike a heavy, plump piece of repurposed banshee fuckmeat did she hit the floor, making noise fitting for her new weight. Naturally no spunk spilled despite that swollen belly - the seal wouldn't let it happen; leaving that family cumdump to just groan on the floor and pout her lips in some mindless, idiotic manner as the blue gem eventually fell out due to the force of the drop.

"Well then…" Allera panted, sitting with spread legs and with her tool hanging down; still massive but properly flaccid and nearly swinging. "... that's one issue dealt with." She took a heavy breath, rising her bare bust and resting more onto that tentacle seat she brought out of the void itself. Wiping her mouth with her arm, she stared at that purple mess of cum of plump flesh. 

"Now to deal with whoever's coming before we ship you to Vereesa."



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