Gilnean Ambush (Patreon)

The invasion of Gilneas had been a certain victory from the start, the isolated kingdom ravaged by the worgen curse, and natural disaster tearing into its lands. All Sylvanas had to do was knock down their measly wall, and then walk in and claim it for herself... and her people, of course.

Years had passed since then, and Warchief or not, she couldn't help but occasionally visit the region, hunting down the few stragglers left in the woods for sport. Something sparked within her each time she felled a worgen, notably, ever since Genn had personally put a stop to her plans. Was it vengeance? A remnant of Arthas' spirit? She cared little, the thrill itself worthy to pursue in her otherwise mundane, cold life.

In spite of her never having suffered a singular setback, her advisers had insisted she travel with an honor guard when doing so, seeing as she was now Warchief. Specifically, they had recommended a retinue of tall, green women whose youthful appearance supposedly belied their abilities. Having foolishly come to rely on the living as time went on, Sylvanas had trusted enough in the heavily armed grunts to let her guard down - just enough, and just in time for the Gilnean ambush to be sprung on them.

Evidently, "honor guard" was orcish for "craven, cock-starved sluts". Sylvanas swore that the beasts had barely had the time to show themselves before the orc womens' pants dropped, knees were on the ground, green asses were in the air, and plump, deep-green lips welcomed worgen meat between them. Overwhelmed, the Banshee Queen's wails had done little to deter the beasts, and it wasn't long until she found herself reluctantly joining the green women in their pursuit for worgen seed.

"Curse you..." With her swollen tits having been given ample attention, Sylvanas muttered an oath under her breath, jerking the groaning beast next to her as he slowly approached climax. She cast a scornful gaze to her left - noting that Korhaz, the supposed leader of her honor guard, was notably eager in her attempts to please yet another arrival to the scene.

"A Queenly treatment indeed..." Genn moaned, fixing Sylvanas with a stare all the while the orcess' head bopped against his pelvis with remarkable energy. Seeing one of her people tend so lovingly to her newest arch-nemesis filled the Warchief with rage: rage which only grew worse when she realized that Korhaz' lips were merely a warmup act - the Gilnean king's gaze locked onto her own shapely behind, a look on his face that spoke of an insatiable hunger.

"Maybe the Queen will be so kind as to grant me another son..."

She'd get her revenge.

On all of them.

-----

Angle 1:
https://gfycat.com/ornerycompetentdog

Angle 2:
https://gfycat.com/unknownkeendiamondbackrattlesnake

Angle 3:
https://gfycat.com/farprestigiousgodwit

Angle 4:
https://gfycat.com/amusingsourbluefintuna

Angle 5:
https://gfycat.com/greatfilthyindianrhinoceros

Angle 6:
https://gfycat.com/agreeableinferioraxisdeer

Angle 7:
https://gfycat.com/playfuldescriptiveimago

Angle 8:
https://gfycat.com/jadedkindheartedharvestmouse

Angle 9:
https://gfycat.com/equatorialskeletalaustraliancattledog

Angle 10:
https://gfycat.com/illdemandingfugu

HQ MP4 Download:
MEGA
DRIVE

-----

Monday loop! Sylvanas hadn't quite had her time in the spotlight yet, and with all the horde-centric pieces lately, what with so many lovely alliance ladies getting stuffed by meat, I figured it was time to turn the tables a bit :)

As always, thank you so much for your continued support, and for all of your kind words! The heat is returning, so brace, buy some extra fans, and we'll ride out the last of this month yet!

Take care of yourselves, and each other!
/DH