Commission: "Date with a Matriarch" | 4K | (Patreon)

As the sun shone down upon the vast training grounds, the air buzzed with anticipation. Mother Mazuth, the formidable Troll Matriarch with her towering stature and commanding presence, stood dominantly in the center. Her muscular form exuded power, her violet-blue skin glistening with a sheen of sweat as she flexed her rippling abs.

Syrelybe, the dainty Night Elf Futanari with her emerald-green hair cascading down her cheeks and back, trembled in submission, her small penis betraying her excitement. With her hands bound tightly by ropes and suspended from a beam, she was at the complete mercy of the Darkspear Tribe Matriarch.

Mother Mazuth circled her prey, her eyes filled with a predatory hunger. Her massive member, swollen and throbbing, towered proudly above her submissive partner. With each step, her heavy footfalls resonated through the ground, causing Syrelybe's heart to race with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

"Such a pretty little plaything you are," Mother Mazuth purred, her voice low and seductive, a hint of a troll accent peppering her words. "Look at you, hanging defenselessly like a ripe piece of fruit just waiting to be plucked."

She reached out her hand, trailing a finger along Syrelybe's exposed skin, watching as goosebumps erupted in her wake. The Night Elf squirmed with delight, the ropes binding her only adding to her pleasure.

With a swift motion, Mother Mazuth positioned herself beneath Syrelybe, aligning her massive member with her partner's tight, quivering entrance. The anticipation hung thick in the air as their eyes locked, the intensity of their desires visible within their gaze.

And then, in one powerful thrust, Mother Mazuth claimed what was rightfully hers. Syrelybe's gasp of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain, her eyes widening as she adjusted to the size and thickness invading her. The beastly strength of her mistress was truly overwhelming.

With each merciless thrust, Mother Mazuth displayed her dominance, her feral movements dictated by a primal instinct. The training grounds around them bore witness to their forbidden desires, the echoes of their moans punctuating the otherwise quiet atmosphere.

"Submit to me completely, my sweet Syrelybe," Mother Mazuth growled, her voice low and demanding. "Accept your place beneath me as I ravage and claim every inch of you."

And so they continued their carnal dance, their bodies entwined in a provocative display of dominance and submission. The sun bore witness to their uninhibited passion, casting their entangled forms in a golden hue.

The training grounds would forever hold the echoes of their forbidden pleasure, a secret shared only between the dominant Troll Matriarch and her willing Night Elf lover. And as the sun set, their desires satisfied, they left the scene with a promise to repeat their sinful encounter once more.