As Per Tradition

"Mhh... fine work... Whorechief."

"Very clever, orc. How long have you been thinking of that one?"

"Since your lips enveloped me the first time... and speaking of..."

The orc guided her, firmly, back onto his member, and Sylvanas' lips obediently parted, letting him inside the warm confines of her mouth. He moaned, unabashed, and she felt his thighs tense under her hands - the Banshee Queen finding herself grabbing a firm hold of his muscled legs as she allowed him deeper inside still, excitement flaring in the pit of her stomach.

The return of her soul, the completion of her being, had seemingly resulted in more than just a conscience returning. She let her hand trail down, past her supple breasts, along her toned stomach, before moaning around the thick log in her mouth - the leather of her gloves were rough, even as she rubbed as gently as she could against her clit.

Somehow, it made it all the more pleasurable.

"Aaah, dis here be de stuff! Ah can see why ya ben hoggin' er all to yerself, mon."

The troll next to her visibly convulsed as Tyrande nursed him hard. A low chuckle sounded from her left, and she would have looked up to see the Tauren respond, had it not been for a large, green hand coming down to gently, almost lovingly, pat and stroke her hooded head.

"That's a good whore..."

Her cheeks instead burned as she felt him twitch in her mouth, and she had to make a conscious effort to not allow her hand to rub herself to climax, letting out a shaky breath instead through her nose. Why was all this so very enticing to her?

"Where did that lady orc head off to?"

"Draenei couple showed up - and it turns out she's got a thing for them tentacled lads."

"Then-"

"Draenei lady ended up with some goblin, mate, sorry."

The orc sighed, and she felt him twitch inside again, her eyes widening as she tasted the salty liquid coating her tongue. Responding almost instinctively, Sylvanas' lips began sliding back and forth with steadily increasing fervor over his log, the skin billowing up by her plump lips with each push forward, and the orc shuddered from her sudden onslaught.

"Mhhhh.. No matter... I think I'll give the old boss what she wants, then."

He leaned back, hand coming free from her head as he seemed to, simply, opt to enjoy her efforts. Sylvanas' red eyes flashed up to look at his face, and found the orc's massive form looming over her still as he stared, unflinchingly, into her eyes.

"I've been wanting this for a long time, Whorechief." The orc grunted, tongue lashing out to mockingly lick his lips. She felt her cheeks burn again as he rolled his hips, leisurely meeting her efforts with a pleased, unrestrained rapture writ on his face.

"Finish me..." He commanded, and Sylvanas' hand immediately left her nethers, pumping his length with a feverish, wanton moan escaping her throat.

Perhaps she could get used to this tradition, in spite of it all.

-----

Wallpaper featuring some of the community's favorite Warcraft ladies. Been a while since we saw them together like this so I figured it was high time to get some darn WoW representation going! Hope you enjoy it :)

Thank you, as always, for your continued support and for all of your kind words! The holidays continue its encroaching upon time and space, and all we can do is hold on and not allow it to overwhelm us. Only together can we strive to maintain a semblance of normalcy, where we can all get a well-deserved breather now and then, even as the snow falls.

In that sense, take care of yourselves, and each other!
/DH