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Ranger-General Sylvanas Windrunner
Sylvanas felt her heart drop to her stomach when she looked around. There were dozens of undead beings lining the walls of the cavernous hall, looking all the more macabre in the dim light. At the center of the room was Arthas himself, standing dressed in thick, rich black tunic and breeches. Beside him, to Sylvanas' horror, was a rough wooden frame with a naked female elf tied to it. Sylvanas knew who it was the moment she laid eyes on her.
"Illyna." The name came out in a breath of despair, the pain more real and more intense than anything she had felt.
Sylvanas' immediate reaction was to make for her lover, to do anything she could to rescue her from this horrid reality. The moment she moved, the degenerate abomination spoke. His words slithered through Sylvanas's veins, icy tendrils chilling her to the core and threatening to drag her bodies into the throes of his coldness.
"Uh uh uh. It would be a shame if something terrible happened to our little friend here because of your negligence. And we wouldn't want that would we General?"
Sylvanas didn't want to stop, didn't want to give him the satisfaction of commanding her, but she had no choice. She couldn't risk Illyna. She watched as his putrid fingers traced along those creamy white thighs. Just as she was watching, the same sensations traveled down her own damp thighs.
"No!" Sylvanas hissed as the weight of her memories settled into place. She observed poor Illyna's body and realised that it bore the marks of the torture that she had received, and that Sylvanas had shared.The whips, the caning, the pinching and the pleasuring. All of it was there on her lover's body, plain for her eyes to see.
"You foul demon!" Sylvanas spat, returning her attention to the human king, eyes burning with hatred. It was then, only then, that she noticed that his breeches were somewhat open. Protruding from the black hole was a long, rigid mass that was pulsing in time with the struggle of a stone heart.
"Are you not man enough to face your true quarry?" Sylvanas asked. It was weak of him to take his anger out on someone that was not her.
Though despite her anger, despite her hate, her nether regions cried for help when she looked back down at his member. The hours of torture caught up to her, and her channel throbbed with need. Taking a deep breath, Sylvanas attempted to steady herself. She could not afford to be distracted.
Sylvanas felt her heart drop to her stomach when she looked around. There were dozens of undead beings lining the walls of the cavernous hall, looking all the more macabre in the dim light. At the center of the room was Arthas himself, standing dressed in thick, rich black tunic and breeches. Beside him, to Sylvanas' horror, was a rough wooden frame with a naked female elf tied to it. Sylvanas knew who it was the moment she laid eyes on her.
"Illyna." The name came out in a breath of despair, the pain more real and more intense than anything she had felt.
Sylvanas' immediate reaction was to make for her lover, to do anything she could to rescue her from this horrid reality. The moment she moved, the degenerate abomination spoke. His words slithered through Sylvanas's veins, icy tendrils chilling her to the core and threatening to drag her bodies into the throes of his coldness.
"Uh uh uh. It would be a shame if something terrible happened to our little friend here because of your negligence. And we wouldn't want that would we General?"
Sylvanas didn't want to stop, didn't want to give him the satisfaction of commanding her, but she had no choice. She couldn't risk Illyna. She watched as his putrid fingers traced along those creamy white thighs. Just as she was watching, the same sensations traveled down her own damp thighs.
"No!" Sylvanas hissed as the weight of her memories settled into place. She observed poor Illyna's body and realised that it bore the marks of the torture that she had received, and that Sylvanas had shared.The whips, the caning, the pinching and the pleasuring. All of it was there on her lover's body, plain for her eyes to see.
"You foul demon!" Sylvanas spat, returning her attention to the human king, eyes burning with hatred. It was then, only then, that she noticed that his breeches were somewhat open. Protruding from the black hole was a long, rigid mass that was pulsing in time with the struggle of a stone heart.
"Are you not man enough to face your true quarry?" Sylvanas asked. It was weak of him to take his anger out on someone that was not her.
Though despite her anger, despite her hate, her nether regions cried for help when she looked back down at his member. The hours of torture caught up to her, and her channel throbbed with need. Taking a deep breath, Sylvanas attempted to steady herself. She could not afford to be distracted.