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Sylvanas made the mistake of peaking out into the room where Malfurion and her sisters were idle when she left. She opened the door to see a full frontal view of her chaste sister's tits bouncing as Malfurion's engorged Satyr cock pushed into her rapidly. The man had taken an unexpectedly dominant pose by holding one of Valeera's legs up beneath her knee and ramming into her from the side while standing. Malfurion looked unusually masculine, which was out of character in her universe. He presented the appearance of a dominant, beastial man, which she was apparently into in this realm. For a moment she thought that Alleria might have left the room but as Sylvanas searched she noticed a tight little rear pocking out from between Malfurion's legs. The girl was on her knees. Panning her gaze up, Sylvanas saw her other sister's face tilted back, eagerly acting as a plate for her 'husband's huge, animal-like balls. Sylvanas observed that they had fallen quite far already. The notorious human lovers were fawning over a goat-man's lower half. She shut the door quietly and turned back to glare at Genn.

“This is YOUR fault.” She growled back at Genn.

He exhaled through his nose incredulously. “Absolutely not.”

“You are the one who coaxed them to be with their 'husband.' I suspect you will continue to call out 'inconsistencies,' won't you?”

“Of course I will...” He smirked.
“Darling. Because that's the point of all this. Do you trust anyone other than yourself?” Sylvanas shook her head.
“Not with your existence. I am the same way. No one here, at least. The ones I trust aren't with me. I believe the pairings were made to shake things up for our observers.”

“You think so?” Sylvanas asked suspiciously as she slid her feet back into the uncomfortable heels that Tyrande always managed to wear somehow. She had gone barefoot while in private with Genn.

“I know so.” Genn offered smugly.

“I also know that this thing is slanted towards men.”

“How s-” As she spoke he arced his arm back and brought it down loud on her rear. The silky dress she wore offered barely any padding or separation between Genn's worgen paw and her butt. Normally she could simply ignore it, but her living flesh stung from the contact and her living cheeks flushed with indignation.

“Ow! You-”

He wagged his finger, prompting her to twist her face in confusion as her number decreased. “That is out of character, darling. The 'real' Sylvanas is far too obsessed with me to become upset at something like that.” He chuckled.

She begrudgingly searched her thoughts to steal his point back. “The 'real' Genn would have offered to kiss it better by now.” She stated smugly, turning and lifting her dress up over her rear. One side of course still had the red print. He shuddered and begrudgingly crouched down. Sylvanas did not actually want what was about to happen, but she did want him to have to do it. The women simply did not expect how good it would feel as the worgen's canine tongue lapped forcefully between her cheeks and over her cunt.
“O-oohh... Ff.. el.” She gasped.

“What was that about this being tilted towards men?”

He squished and kneaded her cheeks together with his hands for his own amusement before bending her over so that he could push his tongue deep into her pussy. The man answered once his mouth was no longer full.
“It's true. Think for a moment. You are being lured into acting like a submissive, swooning bimbo while I am...” He gritted his fang.

“You are what?” She glanced back over her shoulder at him.

He returned the stare and subtly fought back feelings of affection that were growing for the hated woman.
“I am simply being made to tolerate you. A fate... Not worse than death, you might agree.”

“Oh you would be surprised.” She winked, wagging her rear in her face.
“Keep going, darling...”

Genn rolled his eyes and nimbly glided his tongue around her clit, causing the woman's back to arch. “The point of this game on their side is to make it so that no one is able to remember who they are at the end.”

“You know that?”

“Tell me. If you were in charge of this, how would you run it?”

“I would tilt things so that everyone continued losing and no one had enough to win. Why would I give the majority of players the tools to succeed if I ran the rules of the game?”

“Exactly. So, we are going to need to play to reach the end and stand a chance. That may mean betraying people we were allied to.”

“No problems on my end.” Sylvanas claimed.

“I thought not.” Gen grinned

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As they exited the room, Malfurion was cleaning up. He looked to Sylvanas with relief. “Convenient timing, my love. I need you mouth for an important matter.” She glanced up to see that he had lost half his points to lust already. Her sisters were not doing too well, either. They both looked very dazed. It was frustrating that they were the ones cooperating and yet all of them simply lost points without any gain. They were lost like money to the house at a casino. It occurred to her, and she guessed that it may have occurred to Genn as well, that calling someone out was not as cruel. The point was not lost, just saved, as it was with her and Genn's back and forth. She smiled reluctantly at Malfurion and searched her thoughts for what he could want. Her eyes then trailed down to his glistening cock.

“Ah... You need me to wash that for you, dear?” She offered in her best acting tone. Genn was watching her like a hawk. Ven if the points were 'saved' she would have rather been the ones to save them.

“If you would not mind. Your sisters did such a good job while you were discussing business.”

“Right...” She wondered if he was actually so stupid. As she thought that, she saw Genn's smug face suggesting to her that even if he was the stupid one, she was the one that had to clean his cock to maintain character. The good thing, she mused as she squated in front of him and slid her tongue up his thick member, was that it was not in her character to like it. She stared up at Malfurion patronizingly as she cleaned his cock of her sister's juices. Being undead no longer, the taste was something she had to contend with. It made her dizzy. Even if Malfurion was a weak man the smell and the size of his member just exuded power.

Genn became noticeably jealous as she worked her tongue up and down his length and over his balls. He crossed his arms and glanced away. Noticing this, Sylvanas smirked and began to work harder. She sucked his large member into her mouth to offer it a bit of a power wash, much to Genn's disgust. She would be sure to kiss him with this mouth the moment she could. If he refused she could probably call him on it.
“Do you need to cum, darling?” She asked, letting his large head pop free from her lips with a loud smacking sound.

“No no, just the cleaning, dear. Your sisters emptied my balls very, very thoroughly.” He complimented. The other two girls giggled. Sylvanas wondered just how much of their characters had been set.

After, Genn walked beside her in the rear as the other three took up the front while exploring. “You pretending to enjoy yourself is so disgusting.”

Sylvanas stifled a laugh. “You being actually jealous is icing on the cake for me.”

“Your womb is theoretically alive right now... I could rut a full litter into you and you would have to beg for it.” Genn growled. Harshness was not out of character. The main thing that the game was affecting on his end were his emotions. He claimed that she had the short end of the stick, but he was becoming less and less sure.

“Fill me.” Sylvanas ordered abruptly, causing Genn to choke.

“W-well...”

She snapped her fingers. “The 'real' Genn would have taken me into a side room and doomed me to motherhood.” She winked as his number decreased and hers increased. They were both at 19. Even.

“You are insufferable.”

“Maybe that is why you 'love' me so much.” Genn's heart beat quickly as she walked ahead to keep step with Malfurion and her sisters. He remarked internally that she was an absolute banshee in every reality, for sure; living or not.