Sylvanas Windrunner & Dark Rangers

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"Absolutely not! I forbid it!"

Harry and Vereesa exchange a glance as Jaina doesn't even bother looking at them, focused as she is on some piece of paper. More amused than anything else at this point, Harry simply sits back and lets Vereesa continue to argue her case. One way or another, he's not too worried about the outcome of this meeting.

"Jaina, please think for a moment! If we can get my sister on our side, if we can get the Forsaken and the Banshee Queen herself to turn on Garrosh, then the Sin'dorei will surely follow! The Sunreavers will have no choice but to fall in line when Lor'themar himself switches sides! It kills two birds with one stone!"

Finally, Jaina looks up. In that moment, Harry can't help but be a little turned on. She looks every part the Lady Proudmoore that had proven to be so powerful, so willful… and such a delicious lay in bed. Frowning severely, the white-haired woman shakes her head resolutely.

"No. The risk to you, to Harry… it's just too great. You two are my greatest allies. If I lost you both to your sister, Vereesa, I don't know what I would do. Certainly nothing good. And we truly have no idea how Sylvanas thinks these days. We know that the Forsaken were not kind to the Gilneans, nor where they kind to the farmers and settlers in Southshore. They HELPED Garrosh push out his control in the Eastern Kingdoms, and only the Argent Crusade's efforts in the Plaguelands kept them from taking that land as well!"

Jaina's nostrils flare and she brings up a pair of fingers to rub the bridge of her nose, even as Vereesa frowns at the Archmage's words.

"Vereesa… Southshore is still covered in Blight to this day."

Harry watches as Vereesa deflates a little at that bit. It is a pretty good closer, if he's following the exchange correctly. History books had only been able to teach him so much about the world he found himself in, but Azeroth was a volatile place, and it seemed that crazy things were a yearly, if not monthly occurrence here.

The Cataclysm and this Deathwing character had caused a lot of damage, but it was the Horde's opportunistic Warchief Garrosh Hellscream who'd capitalized on that and started up a war with the Alliance, which was apparently the faction that Jaina and Vereesa both affiliated themselves with, even if the Kirin Tor themselves were meant to be neutral.

Regardless, Jaina wasn't wrong… Vereesa's sister, an undead that was apparently not remotely like the inferi from his world (though those apparently existed on Azeroth as well in the form of mindless, shambling hordes of corpses) had done a lot of damage to the northern part of the Eastern Kingdoms during the time when Garrosh was waging war and taking land from the Alliance.

It was certainly a nasty situation. Though, Vereesa also wasn't wrong. Even Harry, as an outsider, could see how turning Sylvanas away from the Horde and its warmongering Warchief would be a boon to Jaina's efforts. The Forsaken had brought the Blood Elves into the Horde… their departure or at the very least their covert betrayal could very well see the Blood Elves taken out of the Horde as well.

It was simply a matter of whether or not Sylvanas' familial ties could be used against her. Harry had serious reservations there though. The Banshee Queen had had ample opportunities to rebuild a relationship with her sister before now and had yet to reach out. What Vereesa hoped to accomplish with this meeting, not even Harry was fully confident of.

Still, Sylvanas HAD responded to her sister's missive. The meeting was set, if Jaina agreed to it. Unfortunately, that seemed quite unlikely at this point. Letting out a low sigh that seems to imply Vereesa believes the same, the High Elf woman calms herself down nonetheless, and speaks in a measured, clear tone.

"I urge you to reconsider, Jaina. Surely you can see the possible benefits in a successful meeting."

Jaina's lips press into a thin line, and after a moment she nods. But her answer is no different than before.

"I can, Vereesa. Of course, I can. But the possible damage that could come from a failed meeting far outweighs them. I can't lose you. Either of you. My decision is final."

With that, the conversation is over. Vereesa stands up stiffly, and Harry lifts a brow as he watches her revert from close friend to Ranger-General of the Silver Covenant.

"Very well, Lady Proudmoore. I will take my leave then."

The hurt on Jaina's face is visible, but she maintains her decorum nonetheless, bowing her head slightly in Vereesa's direction.

"Very well, Ranger-General."

And just like that, Vereesa is gone. Harry remains seated for a moment longer, before standing up and moving around to where Jaina sits at the table, going over documents and the like. His hands rub into her shoulders, and the Archmage moans appreciatively, before finally giving up on her work. She turns in her chair and before he can even say a word, his robes are parted, and his cock is in her hand and mouth. Jaina begins to bob her head up and down his length as she sucks at him almost frantically, and Harry just grins, playing with her breasts quite casually and enjoying the enthusiastic blowjob.

Who is he to decide how the woman can blow off steam, hm?

-x-X-x-

Its another hour or two before Harry leaves Jaina's quarters, the smell of sex washed away quite easily by magic. He passes the guards at the door and gives them a nod as he leaves, one they return respectfully enough. Of course, he's barely out of the corridor before Vereesa is at his side, hand around his arm.

"Harry…"

The purr she lets out is not a new one, and Harry looks at her with some amusement as he sees her intentions, clear as day, in her eyes.

"You're going to go to the meeting anyways, aren't you?"

Vereesa blushes a little at just how easy he's able to read her, before nodding her head up and down in agreement.

"… Yes. And I want you to come with me. My sister's spies will have taken note of you. The entire Horde will know you as Jaina's apprentice, by this point. She will see you as Jaina's emissary if you show up by my side. It will add legitimacy to the talks."

Harry smirks.

"False legitimacy, nonetheless."

Biting her lower lip, Vereesa glances around and then pushes Harry into a shadowy alcove. Before he can do much more than grunt as his back impacts the wall, Vereesa is crouching before him, her legs bending and her ass hovering just a foot off the ground as she brings herself level with his crotch. For the second time in a couple of hours, a woman pulls his cock out without him having to even prompt them.

Vereesa is a little less frantic though, as she laps at his dick tip, drinking his precum and shuddering in orgasmic bliss at the taste of the magic in his seed. One hand strokes his cock to full hardness, as the other slips down between her legs. At the same time, the High Elf looks up at him with those beautiful, bright blue eyes of hers.

"If we are successful in our negotiations, then Jaina will have to accept it. She needs all the allies she can get, even the unlikeliest of ones. All we have to do is, mm, succeed."

Harry chuckles as Vereesa licks up and down his length quite sensually. His hand comes down to rest between the High Elf's knife-like ears as he curls his fingers into her silky-smooth hair.

"And this? Are you going to convince me to come with you by blowing me? Because in all fairness, I should warn you that Jaina sucked me off for free right after you left. I'm not quite sure this bribe is going to be enough."

Vereesa rolls her eyes, clearly catching onto the humor in Harry's tone. She pulls back from her constant licking and slurping for a second and just strokes his cock up and down as she looks up at him, her complexion more than a little rosy by now.

"No. This isn't a bribe Harry… I'm hoping you'll come with me of your own accord. Because I know you chafe, just a little, under Jaina's control. You wouldn't mind reminding her that you are not her plaything, now would you? Meanwhile… this? This is because I'm hungry."

And with that, Vereesa begins to attack his cock with the same frantic enthusiasm that Jaina had. Perhaps a bit more, in fact. The High Elf was surprisingly frank about her budding addiction to his cum, or at the very least the magic infused within it. Perhaps that was why she didn't seem too worried. It wasn't his seed that was addictive, it was simply another avenue by which she was getting the magical sustenance she needed to surprise.

Still, she was becoming quite… gung-ho about it these days. Chuckling, Harry runs his fingers through Vereesa's hair, allowing her to set the pace as she stares up at him with those vibrant blue eyes.

"… You're not wrong. I suppose I will come along, to remind Jaina that I am my own man, if nothing else."

Despite claiming it wasn't a bribe, Vereesa's efforts to get him off with her mouth and tongue redouble after that, and Harry grins wickedly as the High Elf blows him so very eagerly in the darkened alcove of the tower. Of course, it also helped that neither he nor Vereesa would be in any danger so long as he had access to his magic.

There was something that he hadn't yet revealed to anyone on this world, not even the women who'd become his closest allies. That something? Apparition. That big of magic did not require a wand, only one's knowledge, magic, and technique. Harry had already made sure that his ability to instantly teleport was working properly.

While it wouldn't be very useful until he was off of Dalaran, given the fact that he didn't know most of this world, he should be able to easily cross-continent apparate from the Windrunner Estate to Dalaran if the worst came to pass. In the end, there was no danger. And the meeting, if Sylvanas was as beautiful… and as slutty as her sister, promised to be quite a lot of fun.

Groaning as Vereesa milks a load of cum from his pulsing, throbbing cock, Harry can't help but chuckle ruefully. Honestly, it was a good thing his body was as enhanced as it was. If he was a normal man, he would more than likely never be able to keep up with all these insatiable minxes. As it was, he was everything they could possibly want. Especially the High Elf crouching before him, drinking down every last drop of his seed.

As he stares down into Vereesa's eyes, Harry grins.

"This is going to be fun."

-x-X-x-

Harry whistles appreciatively as they stop in front of the slightly dusty, but altogether intact Windrunner Estate. There's no one around… the place is very clearly deserted. However, magic seems to have kept it from falling into utter disrepair, despite the absence of any of its former habitants.

"Damn. Nice place."

Vereesa chuckles at that, and steps forward. The locked gate before them seems to recognize her presence, and potentially her Windrunner blood as well, because a moment later it opens up and admits them both without complaint.

"Yes… if only the same could be said about the settlement named for our family, out in the Ghostlands. Windrunner Village and Windrunner Spire… well, there is a reason that even all of these years later, the Ghostlands remains a place of darkness, death, and despair."

Harry bobs his head up and down in sympathetic understanding. He'd heard some about the High Elf's ancestral lands on the way over here, and through the derisive comments Vereesa had made about the remnants of her race that now called themselves Blood Elves, Harry had gotten a fairly good impression of the situation. Eversong Woods remained relatively untouched, save for the massive scar straight down the center of it, the same scar that bisected the once-magnificent Silvermoon City in two.

The Ghostlands on the other hand, appeared to be, even now, a fortress for the undead. And not just the undead either, if the things he'd heard about the hardiness of the Forest Trolls rung true. Either way though, the Windrunner Estate was not based within the Ghostlands. Instead it was nestled in an out of the way pocket of Eversong Woods' mountain ranges, abandoned and forgotten as the family that had once called it home ended up either dead, or scattered to the four winds.

"Still. We have some time. Let me show you around a bit. My old home… I can't deny that it's good to be back."

Harry chuckles at the nostalgia in Vereesa's voice, even as the High Elf guides him deeper into the estate. They stop by the gardens first, and Harry's earlier assumption of longevity enchantments rings even truer as he feels the magic settling over this area most of all. The flowers and plants that make up the Windrunner Gardens are vibrant and lively, as Vereesa lets out a little sigh.

"We used to play Rangers, amongst the flowers. So long ago now, so very long ago. Sylvanas… Alleria. We all grew up to become the rangers that we always emulated as younglings. But no matter our strength, no matter our skill or our centuries of experience… it was not enough when the time finally came to defend our home. We failed, Harry. I do not intend to fail now."

 He's not completely heartless. Harry's hand goes around the High Elf's shoulders, and Vereesa leans into him as tears well up in her eyes. But she's made of stronger stuff than that, in the end. Not a single bit of salty liquid falls from the High Elf's ducts. Instead, she slips free of his arm a moment later, grabbing his hand with hers in the process.

"Come. There's more. Much more."

And she's not wrong, Harry soon finds. The Windrunner State is… extensive. And that's just the bit that's gated off. He'd seen the lands around on their approach, and Vereesa had commented that the rolling fields had once all belonged to her family, though she knew not who owned them now. It was clear that, at the very least no one had been able to purchase the Estate itself. Or they simply hadn't been able to break the enchantments on it.

For a family of rangers, the Windrunners had some very powerful magicks worked into the foundations of their ancestral seat. Harry couldn't help but be impressed, and he imagined that there was likely an Archmage of some sort somewhere in their family history, or at the very least a friend to the family who had done exceptional work in making sure the place was safe and secure from all attackers.

Not that that would have saved it if it had been in the path of the undead onslaught on the High Elf lands, but luckily it had not. Vereesa shows Harry through the house itself after leading him through the gardens, and Harry in turn marvels at the beautiful artwork adorning the walls, as well as the slightly alien, but no less exquisite architecture that makes up the estate.

It's a beautiful home, and they make their way through a study, a parlor, and a kitchen before Vereesa finally leads him upstairs. They slip past the first two rooms on the second floor, much to Harry's bemusement, but everything makes a lot more sense when Vereesa leads him into a beautifully done-up bedroom… and the sigh that leaves her lips as she closes her eyes tells him exactly who it once belonged to.

"Beautiful."

Vereesa smiles as the word leaves Harry's lips. She spreads her arms wide as if to take in her old bedroom, and then slowly swirls on the spot, before eventually coming to a stop and smiling at him.

"Isn't it?"

Harry grins roguishly, even as he glances around the room before looking back at her with a hungry gaze.

"It is, but I wasn't talking about the room."

That brings some color to the High Elf's cheeks, and her smile turns into an impish grin as well, as she almost instinctively preens under his gaze. Nibbling at her lower lip for a second, the voluptuous, beautiful elven woman eventually reaches up and undoes her cloak from around her neck, letting it fall to the floor.

As she begins to undo clasps and ties that bind her chainmail armor to herself, Harry steps away from the entrance of the room and around the High Elf, making his way to her untouched bed. His own robes are much easier to remove, and he does so as he goes, revealing his toned form and his slowly rising cock, even as he keeps his hungry eyes on his lover all the while.

Vereesa stares right back at him, watching as he sits buck-naked on her bed without so much as a by-your-leave. She shudders at his confidence, but they both know she's not about to say no to a magical dicking. Licking her lips, the High Elf continues her impromptu strip-tease, her chain mail falling away from her, piece by piece, as she sways this way and that, her hips slicing through the air.

Eventually, its nothing but the wrap around her tits, and her panties left on her beautiful, blemish-free body. Vereesa doesn't bother removing those. Instead, she sashays across the room to where Harry sits, and climbs on board as he easily wraps his arms around her beautiful body, one going to the small of her back and the other quite brazenly landing on her ass, squeezing it through her undergarments.

His cock, trapped between them, the shaft pressed up against her covered slit and her abdomen, Harry lifts a brow at her.

"You're wearing a bit much still, my dear."

Biting her lower lip, the High Elf's impish grin only widens as she leans in and steals a kiss, pecking his lips before bringing her own to his ear.

"Then do something about it… darling."

Her voice has a tone of fake haughtiness to it, but it's not enough to mask her anticipation and the breathy quality that so blatantly gives away her need. Harry chuckles, guessing at what she wants. This isn't the first time Vereesa has demanded he vanish parts of her outfits, rather than her removing them herself. Well, if that's how she wants to play it…

Harry's hands move to Vereesa's waist as she kneels on either side of him, grinding her covered cunt against his hard, throbbing cock. A moment later, and the silken undergarments she's wearing begin to disintegrate, just like that. A lustful gasp leaves Vereesa's lips, followed by a low, wanton moan as she tilts her head back. For a magically sensitive creature like the High Elf, the sensation of him eradicating her panties with small, concentrated bursts of his magic is almost enough to bring her to orgasm right then and there. Almost, but not quite.

No, it's the sudden contact of her wet pussy lips smacking into his hot, pulsating shaft that send Vereesa over the edge, and she mewls pathetically as she shakes, slumping forward onto his chest while her body spasms against him. Harry just chuckles and moves his hands to the wrap of cloth binding her tits next, repeating the maneuver, even as Vereesa grinds her now-exposed cunt up against his cock.

Once she's fully exposed, her undergarments completely dissolved, Harry brings his hands back to the High Elf's waist and lifts her into the air. Vereesa barely has time to yelp before his cock is piercing into her core, filling her cunt up to its absolute limits and then some. The High Elf's big blue eyes go wide, and her mouth drops open in a silent scream as Harry's dick goes all the way to her cervix and then past it, stuffing her to the brim in one smooth motion.

Her cunt lips touch the base of his cock as she just sits in his lap, trying and failing for some time to recover. Harry, meanwhile, spends a little time enjoying her breasts, burying his face in her tits and licking and kissing and slurping her soft, pliable boob flesh. Eventually though, Vereesa is able to get herself back under control. And once she's done so, she's happy to begin riding Harry's cock. Sliding herself up his length, the High Elf moans as Harry nibbles at one of her nipples. Then, she slams herself back down, and almost immediately climaxes yet again around his cock.

Of course, with him sitting up, its hard for her to properly ride his massive, mammoth-sized member. With a playful, lustful growl, Vereesa rectifies matters by pushing roughly on Harry's broad chest, forcing the man onto his back on the bed. He chuckles as she does so, detached from her tits, but not completely done with him. As Harry scoots back and lets Vereesa ride him properly, his hands go from her waist to her breasts, and he digs his digits into her delicious mammaries as Vereesa moans and arches her back a bit, causing her chest to jut out for him to grab all the better.

Bouncing up and down on his cock, the High Elf squeezes and clenches down on his shaft with all the force she can bring to bear with her cunt muscles. Her pussy is slick and needy as it clings to his dick no matter if he's coming or going. Her body has grown used to the magical 'nutrients' that Harry's cum provides, and no matter if its in her mouth or her cunt, his seed gives her a delicious, supercharged feeling that just cannot be beat.

As she orgasms time and time again around his cock, Vereesa slowly milks Harry's own release from him, until finally his seed pumps into her womb, and his magic floods into her system. An explosive climax rushes its way through the High Elf's body and she cries out, before collapsing forward onto Harry's chest as if her strings have been cut.

The powerful wizard catches her of course, holding her close to his chest, even as he runs his fingers through her hair. Vereesa pants, covered in a thin layer of sweat, but immensely satisfied with herself. Mm, not completely though. There was… one thing she'd been considering. It could have been a bribe, back in Dalaran, if Harry truly hadn't been inclined. But now that he'd come along of his own volition, it would instead be a reward, wouldn't it?

Completely ignoring her own secret, shameful desire, Vereesa slowly leverages herself up off of Harry's chest. The human male watches her as she pushes herself up off his cock as well. That takes a little longer than intended, mostly because he's just… so big and meaty. And slick, of course. Vereesa 'slips' more than once right before she can pull herself completely off his massive shaft, wanton moans leaving her throat each time.

Harry just looks on amused, until finally she bites her lower lip, blushing as she disengages entirely. At this point, the wizard's cock is lubed up… perfect for what she wants to do next. As Vereesa turns away from him, Harry sits up. As Vereesa plants her face in the bed that she spent much of her early life in, Harry lifts a single brow. When she lifts her hips and subsequently her ass up into the air, Harry lets out a grunt of understanding, and Vereesa looks back to see a grin on his face as he gets onto his knees as well.

Blushing deeply even then, Vereesa reaches back with both hands, and uses her slender, feminine fingers to spread her pert, pale posterior apart, pulling at her ass cheeks until she's revealed her untouched, virgin asshole. The look of unbridled lust in Harry's eyes fills Vereesa with both confidence and trepidation, and she adopts a wicked grin to hide the latter as she looks back at him.

"Do you want this, Harry? It's yours… you just have to take it."

Much to her satisfaction, Harry wastes no times in doing exactly that. His cockhead, already slick with her juices and the remnants of his last release, presses against Vereesa's tight, unprepared sphincter in mere moments. The High Elf bites her lower lip and squirms, but Harry grabs hold of her by the waist with one hand, holding her in place and guiding his cock in all at the same time.

"A-Ah… ah, oooh…"

Vereesa stops holding her butt cheeks apart as Harry buries inch after inch of his cock inside of her back door. Instead, her hands come back to near her head, and she claws at the bedding beneath her, even as she practically gnaws at her lower lip, whimpering and whining at the strange sensation. Harry starts off nice and slow though at first, and there's no pain like she'd feared.

Instead, it actually feels… orgasmic. Especially when the remnants of his magically charged seed hit the insides of her anus. Vereesa's eyes go wide, and a pure, unbridled, wanton moan of lust and arousal leaves the High Elf's throat. In that moment, she is not the Ranger-General of the Silver Covenant. She is simply a female, being impaled by a male, right up her tight little virgin asshole.

Said man grunts and growls as he forces his way inside of her. Eventually, the hand on his cock joins the one on her waist. His fingers dig into her sides and Vereesa groans as Harry begins to pull out, only to thrust back in again within moments. From that moment on, he's fucking her ass. She's given up the last orifice that hasn't been plowed senseless yet, to this amazing man. Her deceased husband couldn't be farther from her mind in that moment, even if she would always hold him dearly in her heart.

This was not a matter of the heart though. This was a matter of pure, unadulterated pleasure. And that was exactly what Harry gave her, as he sped up his pace and dug deeper and deeper into her bowels. Vereesa's eyes roll back in her head, her jaw drops open… and the High Elf begins to HOWL quite loudly as Harry fucks her ass. His cock pistons in and out of her stretched back door, and Vereesa's shrieks of orgasmic bliss fill the Windrunner Estate with noise for the first time in quite a while.

Eventually, Vereesa's legs give out on her. She goes from kneeling to prone, and all she can do about that is claw more harshly at the bedding beneath her, as Harry fucks her ass through climax after climax, pounding away into her tight, clenching butt with the fury of a thousand suns. Her pussy juices, mixed with the load of seed he'd already put in her cunt, squirt out of her time and time again as she shakes and spasms and writhes and squirms beneath him.

It's pure and utter bliss, much to Vereesa's surprise. In truth, she was more interested in finding out what it felt like to have his seed inside of her asshole, more than anything else. It was a little shameful, but she was actually curious to see what it would feel like. But just the anal sex itself was more than enough for her. She could barely handle it and remain cognizant, with Harry's massive shaft pounding into her gaping back door time and time again.

Finally though, he DOES cum… and Vereesa sees nothing but white as his magically charged seed pours into her bowels, doing its thing and setting her off even more than taking it in her cunt did. Perhaps not as much as drinking it down directly, but still quite pleasurable. By the time Vereesa comes back to herself, Harry has pulled out of her ass and laid back with her cradled to his chest.

And then an amused voice sounds from the open doorway, a familiar-yet-not voice that reverberates with a strange ethereal quality.

"Perhaps Azeroth has titled the wrong Windrunner sister as the Banshee Queen."

Vereesa looks up and sees her sister gazing back at her. Sylvanas stands there in her full regalia, purple lips curled slightly upwards in a small smile, and red eyes filled with mirth. Behind her stand a complement of Dark Rangers, no doubt her escort… and all three female. They stare with much more shock and surprise at the sight before them then Sylvanas does, and one even has their mouth slightly agape at the view.

Smirking slightly, Vereesa purrs like a contented feline as she stretches across Harry's chest in response, as if to properly claim him, as if to say, 'this one is mine… but perhaps I'd be willing to share'. Or at least, that's the message she's trying to get across, even as she lays eyes on her sister for the first time in far too long.

-x-X-x-

Finding the gates to the Estate open had not been too disquieting. Vereesa always had had a thing for being early. Even still, as the Banshee Queen approached her old home with her Dark Rangers at her back, there was an ear-splitting shriek that filled the air, and all four women stopped dead in their tracks. Anya, Clea, and Cyndia all flinched, even as Sylvanas' eyes narrowed in confusion. That had been…

There it was again. This time, the Banshee Queen was much more confident of what she was hearing. It was her sister, shrieking at the top of her lungs. Sylvanas' eyes flare, and the next moment she's dashing forward into the Estate with her Dark Rangers close on her heels. Vereesa's screams continue, however by the time she's reached the second floor, Sylvanas has correctly identified that they're not screams of pain.

And then, as she reaches the open door of her sister's old bedroom, the Banshee Queen stops dead at the sight before her, her Dark Rangers skidding to a halt behind her, weapons drawn but not aimed as they see her remain empty-handed. Her sister's face is twisted into one of pure ecstasy as the naked human male above her slowly pulls his surprisingly large member from her ass. It's clear that he's just arrived at release, and Vereesa is in no way capable of cognizant thoughts at the moment.

The human notices them though and judging by the lack of fear and the amusement on his face, Sylvanas deduces that this is Lady Proudmoore's new apprentice, the one they were calling Harry Potter. A rather… ordinary name. A peasant name, in truth. Well, perhaps not quite that. Potters were still craftsmen, after all.

Still, as the human pulls her sister back onto his chest and Vereesa in turn moans happily, already coming back to herself, the Banshee Queen can't deny that he seems to know how to do something right. Vereesa always was a picky woman… and more recently, a newly made widow. There had to be something rather special about this Harry Potter if he was capable of drawing a Windrunner's eye.

As such, while her Dark Rangers continue to be completely and utterly flabbergasted behind her, Sylvanas adopts a more amused outlook on the scene concluding in front of her.

"Perhaps Azeroth has titled the wrong Windrunner sister as the Banshee Queen."

Rather than jump in surprise or shame, Vereesa looks over to her sister almost lazily, a satisfied smirk on her face and a contented purr in her throat. When the High Elf stretches out across Harry as if to claim him, Sylvanas has to hold back the urge to snort derisively. The human looks amused as well, even as he lays back, completely unconcerned with the danger he finds himself in.

Though… there is something odd about him. It's not just the way that his gaze blazes across her body and that of her escorts. Even if Sylvanas is more than used to hateful or horrified gazes from the living, she's also parlayed with her fair share of lustful men since her resurrection, and even in undeath, the Banshee Queen is aware of her beauty.

Even still, there's something off about the human male. Death seemed to permeate his being. Not undeath, he was most certainly amongst the living. But… just… it was almost like being in the presence of the Lich King once more, only purer, in a strange way. The reminder of Arthas did little to set Sylvanas at ease, but even as she glared at the man, he continued to smile placidly enough.

Perhaps he truly believes she comes in good faith. Luckily, for his sake, she has. This is a legitimate meeting, as far as Sylvanas is concerned. She will not be the first to betray anyone here. Even still, it was certainly a strange way to start negotiations… Vereesa had to know she would arrive soon enough. Did the youngest Windrunner sister actually think they'd finish up before Sylvanas showed? It was possible… but looking less likely by the moment, given Vereesa's attitude.

Slowly, the High Elf rises from atop her paramour and the bed they're sprawled out on. Unconcerned with her nudity and the cum leaking from her holes, Vereesa pads across the room. Sylvanas stands where she is, unflinching, even as her Dark Rangers twitch and squirm just a bit behind her. Honestly, if the Banshee Queen didn't know better, she'd say the three women had been sheltered virgins before their deaths and subsequent resurrections.

Though, even Sylvanas stiffens a little bit when Vereesa pulls her into a hug and then proceeds to plant quite the lewd kiss on her lips. There's nothing familial about the way that Vereesa slides her tongue into Sylvanas' mouth, and the barest remnants of a blowjob she'd given Harry earlier touch the Banshee Queen's tongue in turn. Harry's magical seed does more than just supercharge Sylvanas, as it does with Vereesa. For the briefest of instants, the remnants of his cum gives the Banshee Queen a sense of actual life.

In undeath, Sylvanas did not feel much of anything. Not in the same way the living did. She could still feel emotions, certainly, but the cold did not bother her. The heat could not comfort her. Physical pleasure had been lost to her. Except, in that moment it was all back. Heat swells within the Banshee Queen, a bead of sweat secretes from Sylvanas' constructed body, and a hot breath of air expels from lungs that should never have worked for the first time since her death at Arthas' hands.

Sylvanas' red eyes go impossibly wide as she exhales into her sister's mouth, and then its all gone and she's pulling back from Vereesa, the back of her hand going to her face.

"W-What… what was that?!"

Her Dark Rangers are now aiming their weapons at the living in the bedroom, but neither her sister nor the human make any attempt to defend themselves. Sylvanas eventually brings herself back under control and straightens up, but the damage is done. Her composure lost, the Banshee Queen gestures for her escort to put down their bows, even as she then levels an accusing finger in Vereesa's direction.

"What did you DO, sister?!"

Vereesa's lips curl into a satisfied smirk, her blue eyes alight with mischief and joy.

"Not what I did, dear sister. What HE did. You just tasted Harry on my lips. Did you like it?"

Sylvanas stares at her little sister for a moment longer, before snapping her gaze to the lounging human male on the bed. She did like it. That was the problem. In just a single instant, Vereesa had made this about far more than just talks of betraying the Horde, of betraying Garrosh Hellscream. Harry Potter was no simpleton. He was clearly more than anyone thought if what Vereesa was saying was true.

Licking her lips unconsciously, the Banshee Queen can't help but stare hungrily between her sister's cum-leaking body and that messy, thick shaft that the human on the bed was sporting. She's interested. She's more than interested. It would change everything if-

"My Queen?"

Clea's voice rings out through the room, clearly concerned. A glance at her Dark Rangers show them all to be just as concerned, as they frown, their brows furrowed. Right. Of course. There was a very important reason that they were here, that had absolutely nothing to do with Sylvanas' sudden need for more of that breath-giving seed. Pressing her purple lips tightly together, the Banshee Queen clears her throat.

"Sister… we came for more than this show, don't you agree?"

Vereesa smiles knowingly, but nods her head in agreement, turning around and sashaying her way back over to the bed.

"You're right, of course. Let us discuss Garrosh's madness. It might be time for the Forsaken to depart from Hellscream's Horde, don't you think?"

As her little sister slips back onto her bed and up to the human male's side, Sylvanas presses her lips together, and shakes her head in the negative.

"No. That is not an acceptable path for us to take. If the Forsaken strike out on our own, the humans and dwarves will strike while we are weak. Within days of such a thing becoming common knowledge, we will have Stormwind's fleets on our shores, Ironforge's tanks lining our doorstep, Aerie Peak's gryphon riders flying through our skies, raining down elemental lightning. The Horde would not even have to respond to such a betrayal. Garrosh would allow the Alliance to tear us apart, and us to weaken them, so that he can have his precious conquest of Pandaria."

As she finishes her explanation, she can see the frown on Vereesa's place, and the considering, measuring look on the human, Harry's. It's obvious that the male is impressed by her considerations. Sylvanas eyes him speculatively, wondering just how well he could even follow along with this kind of talk.

"… Then what do you suggest, sister? If the Forsaken will not leave the Horde, what value do you have to us, in an Alliance?"

Sylvanas smirks slightly at that, even as unsettled by Vereesa's lack of decorum as she is. The naked High Elf is quite literally stroking Harry's cock right out in the open, much to the discomfort of Sylvanas' Dark Rangers. Much to her discomfort as well, though for entirely different reasons… and of course, she didn't show an ounce of that as she spread her arms wide.

"Simple. Support me in a coup that will see Garrosh removed from power. The Horde must survive, dear sister. The Forsaken require allies, and the Alliance will never see us as anything more than undead filth to be removed from their lands. To say nothing of the Argent Crusade, who only tolerate our existence next to their newly made strongholds because we are allied with living races. Let us gather up our allies, and rather than throw the Horde, and thus the world into turmoil, we will perform a precision strike that will see Hellscream removed as the Warchief."

"And you put in his place?"

Vereesa's tone is sharp, but Sylvanas is not cowed by it. The Banshee Queen's lips curl into a slightly wider smirk, as she stares her glaring sister down.

"If that is what the Horde decides, I will of course serve as their Warchief. But I care not who sits the throne, dear sister. So long as it is not Garrosh Hellscream, with his prejudice and his discrimination of my people. The orc is almost as bad as your human allies… worse, in some ways. I will not languish in his controlling grasp for a second longer than I have to… but we must also move carefully, lest we alert the wrong people to our plans."

Her sister considers that for a moment, before finally inclining her head in agreement.

"… Very well. If it is as you say, then a coup would still be preferable. So long as Garrosh Hellscream is removed from power, I think we can come to an agreement."

Sylvanas smirks, pleased with how things are going.

"Excellent. And the Kirin Tor are prepared to support this… transfer of power? We will need their magic if we are to do this the right way and having their tacit support will help convince others that this coup can succeed."

And just like that, Vereesa no longer looks at all confident. Sylvanas blinks at the sudden change as her little sister flushes red, while Harry actually looks more amused than before, a grin on his face. She looks between the Ranger-General of the Silver Covenant and who she believed was Jaina Proudmoore's Emissary for a long moment, and finally Harry fills the silence that its clear Vereesa won't.

"Jaina doesn't know that we're here. In fact, she was actually against these negotiations to begin with. Vereesa has gone behind her back to facilitate this meeting."

Sylvanas' eyes widen, this time in both shock and anger. Her teeth grind against one another as she stares between the amused human and her lying sister. When she finally speaks, her tone is quiet, but dangerous.

"Then why, dear sister, would you presume that I would put my life and the lives of my people at risk for your revenge? If you're not serious about this, if you and yours are not committed to this course of action, then what is the point?!"

Vereesa's mouth opens and closes a couple times, and for an extremely painful moment, Sylvanas is reminded of their childhood, and the way her littlest sister would react to being caught out for doing something wrong. However, it has been a long time since they were children.

"If I can get you on board, then Jaina will have to agree! Think for a moment, Sylvanas! That woman has more reason to hate Garrosh than any of us, even myself! I lost my husband, but she lost everything! Her entire life's work! Will you wait until Hellscream drops a mana bomb on the Undercity or Silvermoon before you realize the orc is insane?!"

Sylvanas stiffens at that. The Banshee Queen can't deny that it's crossed her mind. Even still, she doesn't like being lied to, and she's not at all ready to concede the point. Gritting her teeth, Sylvanas gestures to the naked human that even now, Vereesa is giving a handjob to. It almost seems like it's automatic for the High Elf at this point, her slender fingers gripping his thick, meaty cock and sliding up and down his length.

"And this human?! If he is not here to be Jaina's eyes and ears and voice, then why even bring the useless man along?!"

Vereesa flushes with indignation, while Harry loses some of his amusement. Good, the male was looking far too insufferably smug for Sylvanas' liking. In the end, it's he who defends himself from her accusation.

"As it so happens, I am much more than your spies have probably told you, Banshee Queen. Even if, against all odds, Jaina does not agree to support your attempt at removing Garrosh from power, I more than likely will, as a favor to Vereesa, if nothing else. You will find my magic neither weak, nor useless."

Sylvanas frowns at that, considering the man for another long moment, even as Vereesa quickly jumps in to back up his claim.

"Harry's right, sister! You'll want his help. He's no normal mage, and he's certainly not apprentice-level."

And then Vereesa's smile takes on a wicked edge, as she begins to speed up her efforts with the naked man's cock. Sylvanas had almost managed to put aside the fact that her sister and this Harry Potter were both nude and engaging in anal sex when she first arrived. Now though, it's all but impossible to ignore as Vereesa parts her lips, letting out a slight gasp of anticipation.

"Plus, he acts as a delicious source of magical nourishment, dear sister."

And just like that, Harry erupts. Sylvanas freezes, and her Dark Rangers all gasp in shock and mild outrage as his cum explodes out of his cockhead, making an utter mess of Vereesa as the Ranger-General of the Silver Covenant directs his shaft towards herself without a care for pride or propriety. Some of it gets in her mouth and she eagerly swallows that down, but much of it lands on her body, making even more of a mess of the naked female.

It's grotesque… and also impossibly intriguing. Looking up at her sister, Sylvanas can see that Vereesa has correctly deduced her interest in the human man. She'd hoped to keep it more of a secret, but that was rather difficult when her little sister had been so close to her when she'd had a damn near religious experience from the barest remnants of his seed.

"We can discuss the details of the coup later. How about, right now we discuss Harry instead. And maybe, just maybe you get more than just a mere taste of his… gift. Come, dear sister. I know you're interested."

So, this is Vereesa's play. Defuse Sylvanas' anger with pleasures of the flesh? Amusingly enough, under any other circumstances, it wouldn't have worked. She had not felt pleasure like that since her resurrection. But it was obvious that at least in this way, Harry Potter was different. He COULD make her feel again… and despite herself, Sylvanas was intrigued.

"Your Majesty, surely… surely you do not intend to agree?"

"There is no value in that sort of exchange, my Queen."

"They seek to distract you. It is obvious."

Her Dark Rangers counsel her in quiet, soft tones. So soft that not even Vereesa can hear them as Anya, Clea, and Cyndia make their opinions known. On the other hand, from the widening smirk on Harry's face as he stares across the room at her, it almost seems like he CAN. Even still… they're not wrong. Or at least, they wouldn't be if Harry wasn't special in some way.

There was the possibility that it was all a ruse of course. Her sister could be lying to her, a thought made all the more likely by the fact that she'd already lied to her once about the facts of this little negotiation. It was possible that there'd simply been something on Vereesa's lips, and she was now trying to pass it off as Harry. Her Dark Rangers could very well be right in that she shouldn't take the bait.

But then, there was an easy way for her to discover the truth, wasn't there? If this was all a ruse, then surely the male's seed would have no effect whatsoever on other undead. Of which, all of her Dark Rangers were. And so Sylvanas answers her escort in just as quiet a tone, her lips barely even moving as she orders them forward.

"You are correct, my Dark Rangers. Your counsel is wise. Go and test the human for me. And if it is a lie, if it is a distraction… we will punish him most severely."

She's confident that Harry can hear her now. The human mage's eyebrows rise at her final words, even as her Dark Rangers move past her with clinical precision, in perfect unison. Vereesa watches, slightly surprised and slightly off center as the trio of undead high elves strip out of their leathers and their undergarments, exposing their pale bodies with not an ounce of emotion on their faces.

The High Elf pulls away as Anya, Clea, and Cyndia climb onto the bed, prowling up to where Harry lays, unperturbed. The trio of Dark Rangers take up position between his legs and to either side of them, their faces settling inches away from his massive pillar of meat, their cold breath washing over his cock only seeming to make it all the harder, rather than shrinking it down.

Sylvanas keeps her own face expressionless as she too approaches the bed, settling down beside her little sister. She does so right up until Vereesa collects herself, and with a wicked grin, lazily scoops a dollop of cum off of her chest, dangling it before Sylvanas' eyes as her Dark Rangers get to work. The Banshee Queen's nostrils flare and her eyes widen, and before she can even think to control herself, an almost silent moan leaves her throat as she leans forward and latches onto the offending digits, sucking off the white, hot jizz right then and there.

She would feel chagrin, especially at how amused Vereesa was by her move, but that same sensation of LIFE, of FEELING, fills her cold, lifeless body up, her heart beating and breath expelling from her lungs as she shudders on the bed. Trying to ignore the strange sensation, Sylvanas focuses her attention on her Dark Rangers and the man they're currently servicing. Amused, Vereesa does the same.

Anya, Clea, and Cyndia have their darkened, cold lips pressed to the length of Harry's cock, massaging his meaty member up and down, before finally Cyndia takes the plunge and slides her mouth over his dick. Her fellow Dark Rangers, as well as Sylvanas, watch as the beautiful elven undead's red eyes go wide in shock, and she grows FAR more enthusiastic in her task with just a taste of Harry's precum.

In the end, Anya has to pull Cyndia back before Clea can have a turn, and then Cyndia pulls Clea back only to force a semi-reluctant Anya down the human's member. The trio are soon all taking turns deep-throating Harry's cock, sliding his member down their esophagi and taking in the rivulets of precum he has to offer as they keep a near-uninterrupted suction on his length at all times.

Harry watches on, partially amused and partially put out by Vereesa's rather blatant attempt to trade his body for this backroom deal. Still, from what Sylvanas can see, he doesn't actually mind all that much, sitting back and enjoying the ministrations of her Dark Ranger escort as the trio of undead High Elves absolutely lose themselves in the moment.

Finally though, their three-way onslaught pays off in a big way, and Anya ends up taking the entirety of Harry's load, right into her mouth. It tries to go down her throat as well, but while the Dark Ranger might not have a gag reflex, she did still have limits, while Harry's ejaculation didn't seem to have any. The human's cum explodes out of Anya's nostrils and the sides of her mouths, and both Clea and Cyndia get their fair share as well, their lips still attached to the base of Harry's cock as well as his nut sack as they are.

The trio of Dark Rangers experience an immediate, intense, and mutual orgasm as they writhe spinelessly on the bed, the magic-infused cum bringing back so many sensations once lost. The soft silk mattress beneath them, the hot, bubbling liquid now inside of them, and the taste of Harry's rock-hard member on their eager little tongues.

In an instant, Anya, Clea, and Cyndia are turned from respectable servants to the Banshee Queen to slaves to Harry's cock, greedy for more and moaning against his member as they plead for it, beg for it even. Their lips and tongue continue to pay homage to Harry's length as well as his balls, but there's much more need in their movements, much more enthusiasm.

Harry snorts derisively, and reaches down, grabbing one of the trio of Rangers at random. He snags up Cyndia, not that he much cares which of them he's snatched, and the next thing the mewling, squirming beauty knows, she's on her back on the bed, with Harry's body moving over her. She whines pathetically at the loss of his cock… right up until the moment when he slams it home inside of her cunt, forcing his messy length deep inside of her pussy, and bringing new, albeit temporary, life to the beautiful undead High Elf.

Anya and Clea's complaints at having lost the object of their worship and their deliverance are swiftly drowned out by their lucky sister's shrieks, as Cyndia cums again and again around Harry's pounding cock. Seeing that their words aren't reaching him, as the male mage focuses intently on fucking the Dark Ranger beneath him to the exclusion of everything else, Anya and Clea exchange a glance, and realize in unison that they're now competing to go next.

The pair of Dark Rangers press into Harry's sides as he fucks their sister, and together they begin to whisper sweet nothings in the man's ears, feeling alive and aroused for the first time in too many long years. Anya and Clea rub their bodies up and down the naked human's side, their pussy lips wet, their nipples erect, as they both via to be the next he will take, the next he will give his wondrous, godly cock to.

They don't have to wait long, but it still feels like eternity before Cyndia cries out one last time, louder than all the others as Harry's seed pumps into her womb. The Dark Ranger shudders and passes out right then and there, a tantalizing prospect all of its own as the undead did not usually experience the sweet embrace of what the living called sleep.

And yet, with a fresh load of Harry's cum inside of her womb, rather than simply sliding down her throat, the Dark Ranger was not only slumbering and recovering from the brutal, fast-paced pounding, she was outright breathing, her pale chest heaving up and down, and her body covered in a thin layer of sweat. Both Anya and Clea find themselves struck silence by this realization, staring down at their ranger sister in abject shock, even as Harry, still erect, pulls out of the unconscious, mewling undead high elf.

Before either can realize they're still in competition, Anya finds herself grabbed by the hair and spun away. She cries out as Clea does the same, each for different reasons entirely. Harry pushes the needy, eager, and willing Dark Ranger down into the bed face first, his foot pressing into the back of her head as he pulls her hips up into the air with his other hand.

His cock slams down into Anya's waiting pussy lips a moment later, and the Dark Ranger's red eyes roll back in her head as her mouth forms into a little o. No sound comes out, at least at first, but there's enough leftovers of Harry's last release on his cock to make the beginning of her fucking even better than what Cyndia experienced. The Dark Ranger's howls and shrieks soon fill the room as Harry relentlessly pounds into her from above, all while Clea watches on in jealousy, and Cyndia sleeps off the effects of her own railing.

Anya's body shakes and spasms as it feels physical pleasure and sensation for the first time in too long, and her orgasms come swiftly and relentlessly, back to back to back as she outright cums her brains out, right there on the bed of the Banshee Queen's sister. There is no decorum, no pride in this moment. There is no consideration, no cool, calm, and collected decision-making.

The Dark Ranger lays there, face down, ass up, and allows the human male to fuck her. Part of her tries to make the excuse that it's just what the Banshee Queen wanted from her, but in truth, it's what SHE wants. It's ALL Anya wants in that instant, to be railed by the human mage's massive, magical member. To be filled with his amazing, life-giving seed.

In the end, she gets exactly that. Harry cums inside of the second of three Dark Rangers with a snarl and a growl, his seed pumping into her, just as it pumped into Cyndia. And just as it did with Cyndia, his magical cum fills her womb to the brim and utterly lays her out, leaving Anya in a slumber of her own as one last orgasm wracks her form, before she stills.

Harry pulls out of the undead High Elf with a satisfied grunt, leaving her face down, ass up as he turns to the last of the trio. Quite suddenly, Clea isn't so sure about it all. While she certainly craves more of the sweet, sweet nectar that she tasted from his member, watching him knock both of her sisters unconscious… it gives her pause. She hesitates, something no Dark Ranger would ever do under normal circumstances, and though it was likely that she would ultimately beg for his cock all the same, Clea never truly gets the chance.

With a growl, Harry is suddenly upon the last of the three Dark Rangers. His hands grab at her ankles, and Clea lets out a very undignified, uncharacteristic 'eep!' as she finds herself pushed onto her back, with her long, slender legs bent back, back, and back some more, until her ankles are pressed behind her ears. Helpless and exposed, the undead High Elf can only watch with wide red eyes as the human mage above her wields his massive member like a weapon, bringing the messy tip to her waiting pussy lips.

And then he's inside of her, without so much as a 'by your leave'. Clea's jaw drops open as she experiences the same exquisite bliss as her sisters in that moment. His magical cum causes sensations in the Dark Ranger that she didn't know were possible. The warmth brought on by the remnants of his last two releases spreads through her entire body, her pale flesh suddenly flush with warmth, air expelling from her lungs as she starts to shriek as well from the sheer PLEASURE of Harry's cock, buried in her snatch.

When his hands come down on the folded up Dark Ranger's breasts as well, Clea absolutely loses it. Her mind breaks, temporarily at least, and her tongue hangs out from between her blackened lips as her red eyes cross then and there. She cums, and she cums HARD as he begins to fucks her and molest her chest at the same time, the sensory overload far too much for the poor undead.

His cock is already heaven inside of her. His fingers on her tits are just icing on the pastry. But then, Clea had always been more partial to the icing than the pastry itself, back when she'd still been alive. Her inner walls clench down and ripple along Harry's thrusting cock as he pistons in and out of her, and Clea moans wantonly as she climaxes time and time again around his dick.

The pleasure is never-ending, or at the very least it feels like it. But all good things do inevitably come to an end. Harry's member pistons in and out of Clea's cunt for what feels like an eternity, and yet, eventually she feels it pulse, and the sensation of his seed spraying out into her womb, filling her most sacred of places to the brim… it sends Clea through the same spiral as her sisters, as her eyes roll back in her head and she passes out on the spot.

The trio of Dark Rangers lays across the bed, utterly defeated in matters of sexual conquest. Cyndia is on her back, her legs bowed at the knee and twitching from the relentless onslaught of pleasure that she'd experienced on Harry's cock. Anya is no better, and in fact remains in a much more humiliating position, her face pressed into the silk mattress beneath her and her ass still straight up in the air. And finally, Clea's feet are locked behind her head as she lays there, twitching as well. Her folded up body remains in that position even when Harry pulls out of her and releases his hold on her chest.

All three of them are leaking his cum. All three of them are covered in hard-earned sweat for the first time in years. All three of them are so alive in that moment that they can finally sleep, finally rest peacefully for the first time since their resurrection into undead. Harry looks down at their passed-out forms for a long moment… and then growls, reaching out and smacking one across the tits at random, waking her with a startled cry before falling upon her with his cock once again.

Sylvanas, watching all of this, can't help but blush as she stares at the increasingly arousing sight happening mere feet from her. She was ignoring Vereesa completely at this point, even as her little sister continually stuffed dollops of Harry's cum in between her pliant lips. The Banshee Queen didn't even realize that Vereesa had been stripping her, not even cognizant of the fact that she was over half-naked at this point.

Instead, her focus is solely on the man that her little sister has brought into their ancestral home. Is he even a man at all? In truth, Sylvanas is questioning that belief, her very reality beset by what's happening before her eyes. The Dark Rangers, handpicked and loyal to her in undeath as they were in life, are fucked again and again before her eyes, and as she watches them, Sylvanas can't help but grow hot at the unbelievably sexy sight.

Of course, Vereesa's insistent sharing of the cum all over her face and chest plays a significant part in that. Regardless, Sylvanas' cool exterior melts as her faithful Dark Rangers look every ounce of self-control, each woken up in turn by Harry… and once they know he won't let them slumber, they use every last trick in the book to get him to cum quickly so that the next of them can have a turn.

The debauchery and depravity that her stalwart rangers engage in… Sylvanas knows that she should be dismayed, or at the very least angry. She should be upset, irritated, annoyed. She's none of these things. If anything, she's intrigued… her interest in the human mage has only grown, as she's gotten more and more of a taste for his delicious, life-changing seed.

Finally, things come to a decisive end between Harry and her Dark Rangers. The trio end up unconscious once more, and this time they remain that way, even as they mewl and moan and writhe helplessly in their passed-out states. From this mass of hot, sweaty flesh that shouldn't be capable of either, the male human rises, almost like a conquering demon as his green eyes meet her red, and Sylvanas finds herself frozen in place.

Vereesa pulls her from the bed at that point, and the Banshee Queen is uncharacteristically pliant as her little sister pulls the last of her armor from her body, practically tearing off her underwear as well. In that instant, Sylvanas finds herself exposed, as naked as the day she managed to repossess her corpse for the first time, albeit with a lot less in the way of hideous disfigurements since then.

The Banshee Queen is blemish free, pale and smooth as Harry steps off the bed and approaches her and her sister. Vereesa pulls away though, and suddenly its just Sylvanas and the human, standing there, eyeing each other. Harry towers over her by a few inches, but its not his height that has the undead elf's attention. Sylvanas' eyes are focused entirely on the man's cock, still hard, still raring to go.

Even now, he's ready to fuck her. Is that what she's going to let him do? How could she possibly say no at this point? Sylvanas fidgets in place, the façade broken, the Queen currently out for the moment, replaced by nothing more than a female, presented with a massive cock and life-redefining seed. Perhaps then, her reaction when Harry picks her up can be understood. The Banshee Queen squeals in an entirely undignified manner as Harry grabs her and lifts her into the air.

He tosses her atop the occupied, cum-stained bed, and Sylvanas finds herself sprawled out atop her Dark Rangers as they moan and writhe beneath her, their undead bodies greedily drinking up every last sensation, even while unconscious as they were. Before the beautiful Banshee Queen can collect herself and reprimand the human male for his presumptions, Harry is atop her, his cock easily sliding between her perfectly sculpted tits, the mess that is the combined juices of his countless loads and her Dark Rangers' endless climaxes smearing across her flesh.

And then his cockhead presses against her lips, right beneath her nose, and Sylvanas' red eyes go wide as her nostrils flare. Her senses are overwhelmed by the poignant smell of cum, sweat, and strangely enough, power, that assault her. And yet… and yet, even now, Sylvanas is no weakling. Even if this is a situation that has her more than a little out of her depth, the Banshee Queen will not be meek and placid.

With a playful growl, the undead High Elf ends the pliant state she's been in since Vereesa started feeding her Harry's cum. Leaning forward, its Sylvanas who stuffs Harry's cock into her mouth, hungrily suckling at his messy shaft as the amused human mage begins to thrust in and out from betwixt her dark breasts. Of course, when he reaches down and tugs and pulls at her hardened nipples, Sylvanas can't quite hold back the squeals, but at least they're slightly muffled by her lips wrapping around his dick tip.

The Banshee Queen finds herself staring up into Harry's bright emerald-green eyes. They each realize around the same time that they're competing to see who can make the other cum first. The very idea seems fairly ludicrous from the outside looking in, of course. Sylvanas is the one sucking Harry's cock, and all he's doing is pleasuring her breasts.

And yet, it's closer than it would look at first glance. The Banshee Queen can feel the pleasure from his actions, and from the taste of his delicious seed building within her core. The possibility of her cumming before him, of her climaxing before his cock even touches her pussy lips… it is a very real one indeed. But not if she has anything to say about it. Redoubling her efforts, Sylvanas suctions down her purple lips along Harry's shaft, bobbing her head back and forth all the faster. Her tongue swirls around the tip of his member, playing with it to the best of her considerable abilities.

In the end, its Harry who breaks first. Sylvanas feels a spasm of triumphant as the human mage quietly curses, and a moment later begins to cum in her mouth. She begins to greedily suck down his seed, accepting her price with as much grace and decorum as she can… until the first real bit of it hits her tongue and then doesn't stop coming. Sylvanas' triumphant gaze turns to one of wide-eyed shock as she suffers the same fate as her Dark Rangers when they experienced Harry's first load. His seed pours down her throat and quickly overwhelms her, exploding back up out of the sides of her mouth and out of her nostrils as well.

Even that doesn't stop the Banshee Queen from guzzling down as much of his cum load as she can, gurgling and moaning wantonly around the bit of his cock still in her mouth as the throbbing heat that had quickly become familiar to her graduates into a full-blown firestorm in her core. The world becomes sharper, more REAL with each and every gulp, and Sylvanas can't help but wonder how she ever managed to survive in undeath with it being so dim and darkened before now.

When Harry finally pulls his cock from her still-suckling mouth, there's only one thing left for the Banshee Queen to say. With her pride shattered into a thousand pieces, and not a care in the world left in her over it, Sylvanas looks up into Harry's questioning emerald eyes, and utters one simple word.

"More."

Harry's grin promises exactly that. He slides down her body before she can possibly even rethink her decision. Not that Sylvanas would have this any other way. It was going to happen, and she intended to enjoy every last moment of it. Harry's cock presses against her pussy lips, and a moment later the human's cock pierces her to her core. His massive member slams home into her tight cunt, burying itself deep, deep, deeper than anything before it.

He busts through her cervix like its nothing, stretching her womb out around his dick like a condom. Sylvanas' eyes go wide all over again, and her mouth shapes into a large O as Harry takes her trembling body to task. There's no worries over harming her form, dead as she already is, and in the end, Harry does NOT hold back.

The Banshee Queen earns her name, and then some, as Harry's massive member pounds deep into her cunt again and again and again. In the end, she's far louder than her Dark Rangers and Vereesa combined, proving once and for all that she's meant to hold her title, if not for exactly the right reasons. Harry's member practically deforms her toned abdomen as he pounds her, stretching out her flesh and her womb with each deep, powerful thrust up into her.

When Sylvanas isn't cumming her brains out, she's staring down at that, at the spot on her stomach where she can see the outline of his giant cock, protruding from beneath her flesh. He's so thick, so massive inside of her… and thanks to his seed, the Banshee Queen feels every last second of it. The sensation of being purely and utterly fucked… well, suffice to say, Sylvanas can understand why her Dark Rangers fell so easily.

The Banshee Queen is not so weak though. She takes Harry's cock, deep inside of her womb, for as long as she needs to. When he finally cums, the resulting orgasm she experiences as a thick, hot load of his sticky seed fills her womb is certainly earth-shattering, but for the strong-willed leader of the Forsaken, it is not mind-breaking. Sylvanas stays cognizant and conscious as Harry pulls out of her with his cock once more a mess of juices, both hers and his, and her subordinates.

He'd fucked them all. Just like he'd fucked her sister. Just like he'd fucked her. Only… there was one place that Vereesa had gotten it that neither she nor her Dark Rangers had. And as Sylvanas stares down at Harry's erect member, still ready and raring to go, she realizes that she's not one to be one-upped by her littlest sister. They were always a competitive sort of family, in the end. But this… this is certainly breaking new ground, for all of them.

Flipping over onto her front, Sylvanas plants herself in the writhing, unconscious bodies of her naked Dark Rangers. She goes to reach back and pull her ass cheeks apart, but before she can even offer herself up, Harry's own masculine, thick-fingered hands are on her dark bubble butt, gripping and pulling as Sylvanas gasps in response.

Part of her is indignant over him just deciding to go ahead and do it before she could even offer her ass up. His cockhead presses against her back door, and Sylvanas growls a little, ready to push him off of her… right up until the point where his massive, lubed up member slams home into her ass. The Banshee Queen's red eyes go wide, and her shriek sounds through not only the entire Windrunner Estate, but also the forested area around it, causing nearby dragonhawks to take flight in sudden fright.

As she lays atop the pile of defeated Dark Rangers, a testament to the prowess of the human mage currently buried in her back door, Sylvanas can do nothing but claw at the weak women under her, howling and shrieking in the same way she'd heard her sister doing when she arrived, all while the same man who fucked them both, plows her in the ass with all his might.

The brutal butt pounding that the Banshee Queen receives is in no way a mutual exchange of power. Powerful Sylvanas might be, but in the end, in this moment, not an ounce of that power, that strength, is relevant. Harry fucks her ass, and though she claws and squirms and writhes beneath him, in the end she's really just lying there and taking it, all of it, again and again.

His cock thrusts into her, repeatedly, pistoning in and out of her with more force than she could have thought. He is her entire world in that moment, or at the very least, his member is. There's nothing else but that, nothing else but the feeling of his giant shaft, coated in his addictive seed, pounding away into her last untouched hole.

Sylvanas takes it, and thought she takes it better than both her little sister and her Dark Rangers, she still DOES take it, acting as nothing more than a hole for Harry to fuck to his heart's content. When he leans over her, at first she thinks it's so he can have a better angle to drive his cock down deep into her cunt. Then, his hot breath ghosts across her knife-like ear and Sylvanas shudders in orgasmic bliss as her red eyes roll around in her skull.

"Where do you want it, your majesty? Shall I paint your face and tits with my seed? Shall I whiten your dark skin with my cum? Will you eat it off yourself as I do so, scraping it up and licking it from your fingers?"

A fresh spasm of unbridled pleasure runs through the Banshee Queen's body. In the end, there's only one answer she can give. And luckily, it's only one word as well.

"Yesssss…"

With confirmation given, Harry pulls his massive cock right out of her ass. Sylvanas manages to flip herself back onto her back of her own accord, and a moment later the Banshee Queen is staring down the barrel of the human mage's meat cannon. A moment after that, she's being sprayed down with his seed as it hoses out of his cock, painting her face and her tits and even her stomach, just as he promised.

And just as she promised, Sylvanas almost immediately begins to scoop up his cum, licking it off of her fingers as fast as she can as she eats more and more and more of the delicious stuff. She cleans herself of his seed, accepting the gift freely given by the human mage, and she doesn't stop until every last inch of her is scraped clean.

Once she's done, the Banshee Queen gains a rather rueful smile as she turns her attention back to Harry. She opens her mouth to say something, only for the words to die in her throat before she can speak. He's still hard. Sylvanas' entire world zeros down to a pinprick as she stares at Harry's massive, erect member. He's smirking, but she's not paying that any mind at this point. He's. Still. Hard.

"Did you think we were done?"

He's upon her again between 'done' and the next second. The Banshee Queen learns the true meaning of stamina, as Harry REALLY puts her body through its paces. In the end, she gives a better showing than her Dark Rangers… but she still ends up splayed atop them, covered in sweat and Harry's cum, leaking from every hole. Like Anya, Clea, and Cyndia, Sylvanas Windrunner passes out, falling into a restful slumber for the first time since her resurrection as a banshee in Arthas' undead armies.

A shudder passes through the Banshee Queen's body… and then she sleeps.

-x-X-x-

Vereesa watches the whole thing. Of course she does. She also touches herself to the sight. How can she not? It's the most amazing thing she's ever witnessed. She knew Harry was impressive. She'd experienced just how impressive he could be, first hand. At least, she thought she had. Now she wonders just how much the man holds back with his partners, just to keep from breaking them.

He certainly hadn't held back much of all with her sister of her sister's Dark Rangers. As the pile of undead high elves lays sprawled out on her childhood bed, naked and exhausted and actually unconscious, Vereesa watches as Harry falls onto his back beside them, letting out a low breath, his cock FINALLY wilting after all this time. Well, that just wouldn't do, now would it?

Grinning impishly, Vereesa moves in, making a beeline for her lover's spent member as she crawls onto the bed. As she takes his half-flaccid member in hand and begins to stroke it, the High Elf glances up to see Harry frowning at her harshly. Her grin only widens.

"Congratulations are in order, Harry. I'm quite sure that after such a performance, my sister will see the value in siding with us against Hellscream."

Harry snorts derisively and reaches out to flick one of Vereesa's long ears, to her mild irritation.

"Vereesa… I'm not a piece of meat to be whored out, you know."

Still grinning, the High Elf responds by running her hot tongue up from the base of his cock to the tip quite sensually and slowly, before eventually teasing his cockhead. Her 'apology' is expressed in a heated moan, and Harry can't help but be a little mollified. Its hard to stay mad at the total slut that he's played a hand in making out of the Silver Covenant's Ranger-General, in the end.

Vereesa plays with his dick tip a bit more, before pulling back and flashing an actually apologetic look in his direction, even as she continues to work the shaft.

"I am sorry, Harry. I was as surprised as you were by my sister's reaction to your cum. I knew she would taste the magic in it, but it seems there's a bit more than just plain old magic in your seed, at least where undead are concerned. I was NOT expecting your ejaculate to draw that sort of reaction."

There's a pause, and Vereesa cocks her head to the side as she bites her lower lip.

"… Even still, I'd do it all again if I could. This wasn't an opportunity that could be wasted. You very well might have been the difference between a yes or no from my sister. Thank you for your hard work, Harry."

"Mm, she's not wrong."

Both Harry and Vereesa are surprised when Sylvanas suddenly slides into place beside her little sister. The Banshee Queen stretches languidly, and her tongue darts out to run along Harry's shaft one more time, before she pulls back, a satisfied purr leaving her throat. As it turns out, the Banshee Queen really is made of hardier stuff than her still-unconscious Dark Rangers.

"This has indeed been a most… engaging conversation between our two factions. Furthermore, I am willing to work with you both in setting up the coup. Garrosh will be removed from power, one way or another… but we WILL need more allies first, or nothing can be done. And I greatly doubt that we can count on anyone in the Alliance helping me or my people, should our little revolt fail outright."

Vereesa beams at that, as Harry looks on, equal parts amused and bemused. It's clear he wasn't expecting to be this much of a 'bridge' between the two sisters. Regardless, the Ranger-General is thrilled, and she tells her elder sister as much, even as she squirms happily between Harry's spread legs, reaching out to hug her naked sister with one arm.

"Excellent! I'll be sure to let Jaina know that our talks were a success, as soon as possible. The dear Lady Proudmoore won't possibly be able to say no to your assistance now that we have your support. Mm, though I may just have Harry rail her into a bit more of a pliable state first, before getting her agreement. Huh, I wonder if that would have worked to get her agreement in the first place."

Harry grunts and shakes his head.

"Unlikely. Even my 'magical' cock won't be enough to completely satisfy Jaina's likely anger with you."

That gets a pout from the High Elf, even as she continues to stroke his rapidly re-hardening dick.

"Ah! But what about her anger with you?!"

Harry grins wickedly.

"Oh, my cock will be more than enough to satisfy THAT."

Sylvanas watches this byplay, amused… but decides then and there that she's not quite finished. Noticing that her little sister is still leaking cum from her pale ass, the Banshee Queen suddenly moves, and Vereesa yelps as she finds herself pinned down by her elder sister.

"Truthfully, little sister, your manners have become atrocious in the time we've been apart. It's clear that power and authority has gone right to your head. Allow me to remind you that your elder sister will ALWAYS be above you on the totem pole."

Vereesa whines in protest, but her words are cut off by Sylvanas' dripping cunt and thighs pressing down on her head from behind, her open mouth abruptly filled with Harry's cock as she's forced to deep-throat his member. Letting out a muffled groan, the High Elf can do nothing but breathe through her nose, even as Sylvanas leans forward over her little sister's pale body, and sticks her face between Vereesa's ass cheeks, her tongue diving deep into the other female's back door for more of Harry's delicious cum.

Even for centuries-old entities, the reality was the same. The elder sister bullied the younger sister, and the younger sister simply put up with it until she could later take her revenge. Settling in, Vereesa suckles at Harry's cock almost lovingly, even as her sister pins her down and eats out her ass. In the end, this was a small price to pay for a complete and utter success on all fronts.

-x-X-x-

Harry couldn't help but smile at the Windrunner sisters' antics. Even still, he truly is exhausted by that point. And thus, that's how he falls asleep. With one Windrunner sister forced to deep throat his cock by the other, Harry drifts off into a deep, restful slumber, looking forward to every moment of sleep. Of course, even in his dreams, Harry has been greeted by beautiful female creatures of late.

His eyes 'open' in the dream he's currently having, and Harry finds himself smiling up at the beauty atop him, even as she smiles back at him. One hand is around his cock, stroking it up and down quite brazenly, while the other is between her legs, two fingers pistoning in and out of her exposed, sopping wet cunt. Even in his dream-like fugue, the wizard can't help but find her appearance a little strange.

She's no doubt one of the Night Elves he'd heard about and read about. Hell, he'd even seen one or two of them in Dalaran, in the time he'd been apprenticing under Jaina. Only… this is clearly no normal Night Elf, or if it is, it's a subtype that he's heard nothing about. The purple-skinned beauty has two horns curving out of the top of her head from within her lush, green hair. He stares at those horns, even as her smile widens all the more.

Leaning in, the beautiful dream-entity whispers but a single word into Harry's ear. Even though it's only one word, it's filled with such promise that Harry can't help but yearn for something that even he doesn't understand. He wants, and for a man who's always taken whatever he wants, it's all the harder when that heavy, oh so heavy word, expands through his mind, taking over his every thought. Just one, simple word…

"Soon."