Dark Ranger Gangbang: Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Jaina wasn’t surprised to find Sylvanas waiting outside the washroom. She was leaning casually against the wall, arms folded, one ankle crossed over the other. Her eyes roamed Jaina’s body, taking in her disheveled state with obvious approval. For the briefest of moments, her silver eyes twinkled red as rubies before reverting back to the calmer color.

“Feeling better?” She pushed off the wall and offered Jaina her arm.

Jaina accepted it, attempting to keep her face neutral. Her fingertips tingled against Sylvanas’ cold armor. The skin beneath was equally chill to the touch, but she couldn’t wait to feel it under her hands. She ached to enjoy the press of Sylvanas’ lean body over hers.

Against her better judgment, she inhaled deeply. Sylvanas’ scent was unmistakable. Jaina’s nose told her that the possessive flame of an aroused alpha simmered beneath the icy surface. “Yes, thank you,” she said to Sylvanas. Somehow, she managed to keep her voice steady.

“Excellent. Now, come along. We have several more guests to greet before the night is over.”

Jaina braced herself for more hot, sticky, uncomfortable boredom. The temporary relief she’d felt sucking Anya’s cock was already fading while even filthier ideas raced through her mind. “Are you sure you don’t want to retire early?” she asked, fixing Sylvanas with her most heated stare.

A brief twitch at the tips of Sylvanas’ ears and the ever-so-subtle lift of her pale brows were the only signs of temptation Jaina noted. But, no. Sylvanas smirked and shook her head. “Patience. Besides, the dancing is about to begin.”

As they glided back into the ballroom, turning several heads as they went, the orchestra struck a dramatic chord. After a beat of silence, the wistful sigh of a violin filled the space. Its yearning melody tugged at Jaina’s heart as well as other, lower places.

The slow, sultry tempo soon had couples pairing off and pulling close. With foggy heat-brain, singing skin, and a fever that only grew with each moment spent in Sylvanas’ company, Jaina didn't hesitate to pull her onto the dance floor.

Sylvanas deftly switched to take over the lead, but Jaina wasn’t disappointed. She and Sylvanas normally took turns, but the moment Sylvanas’ hand settled on her waist, she decided to follow. She also decided that she wouldn’t dance with anyone except Sylvanas. She couldn't tolerate being in anyone else's arms tonight.

She allowed Sylvanas to sweep her across the floor. Their feet barely skimmed the ground. Sylvanas’ hands never wandered, never showed even a hint of impropriety, but they burned straight to Jaina’s core anyway. She felt every whisper of fabric against her skin, every breath Sylvanas took beside her neck.

Damn her. She doesn’t even need to breathe! This is just a tease…

“I thought you liked to lead. No desire to wrest back control tonight?” Sylvanas whispered in Jaina’s ear. “Is it because you’re distracted? Or because you hope I’ll take pity on you sooner?”

Jaina responded by burying her nose in Sylvanas’ shoulder. Sylvanas pulled her closer so the fronts of their bodies aligned. A perfect fit. They couldn’t move as fluidly while Jaina clung so close, but she couldn’t bear to pull away, not even an inch. She only loosened her desperate hold when Sylvanas tapped her lower back, coaxing her into a twirl.

Jaina spun, then came to rest in Sylvanas’ arms again—backwards. With her rear pulled against Sylvanas’ front, she couldn’t miss the bulge there. Sylvanas canted her hips forward ever so slightly before resuming the dance, rocking in time with the sultry rhythm.

It took everything Jaina had not to melt into a puddle. A whimper caught in her throat as Sylvanas’ body molded to hers, guiding her this way and that. The silent seduction sent her pounding heartbeat straight between her legs. By the time the dance ended, the slippery mess between her thighs threatened to trail down past her knees.

Sylvanas squeezed Jaina's hip. “Look there,” she whispered, nodding at the edge of the dance floor. Two dark figures stood behind the rest, somehow managing not to stand out despite their black cloaks and considerable height. “Kalira and Velonara are waiting.”

“Could be you, you know,” Jaina whispered back, making sure her breath hit the edge of Sylvanas’ ear. “You’re only making yourself wait.”

Sylvanas laughed, giving Jaina’s hip one last squeeze before stepping back. “On the contrary, I’m savoring the evening. Go… and remember your promise.”

***

Jaina didn’t have the self-awareness to be subtle. She made a beeline for Kalira and Velonara. Several heads turned to follow her abrupt departure from the dance floor. Then the orchestra started up again and most of the guests resumed dancing.

If any curious gazes lingered, Jaina neither noticed nor cared. She allowed Kalira and Velonara to spirit her away, wrapping her in darkness and safety. Sylvanas’ rangers always brought shadows with them even in the brightest of lights.

Idly, Jaina wondered where they would take her. Not far, as it turned out. Only two halls down, then through the door to an empty sitting room. Kalira paused to shut the door while Velonara fixed Jaina with a hungry stare, running her tongue over the sharp edges of her teeth.

Jaina swallowed. Velonara was the youngest and most impulsive of Sylvanas’ dark rangers—if a centuries-old undead elf could ever be called young and impulsive—and she suspected she was about to be put through her paces. Gentle, considerate Anya had been a warm-up. Sylvanas must have planned it that way.

“We’ve been instructed to tend to your needs tonight, Lord-Admiral,” Kalira said, stepping closer. Though all undead had muted scents compared with the living, her smell carried plenty of alpha arousal.

Velonara continued smirking. Her red eyes glinted with mischief. “We always obey our Dark Lady to the best of our ability.”

“Then fuck me,” Jaina said, surprising even herself. Her tone thrummed with omega desire, more of a demand than a plea. Her impatience was getting the best of her.

Kalira stepped close enough that Jaina could have reached out and touched her. The diminishing space between them crackled with energy, two magnets held apart by dwindling force. The separation couldn’t last much longer.

“As you wish, Lord-Admiral.”

Kalira pulled Jaina into her arms and dipped down to kiss her. Jaina parted her lips, sinking her fingers into Kalira's loose, ash-blonde hair. She groaned, sucking on Kalira’s tongue as it slid against hers.

Another tall, firm body pressed against Jaina’s back. Velonara had circled them, resting her hands on Jaina’s hips. Cool lips brushed her neck, followed by a gentle nip from those delightfully sharp fangs. “You smell as delicious as ever,” Velonara murmured.

Jaina sagged further against Kalira’s chest. She couldn’t deny that Velonara’s praise left her yearning and pliant. She wasn’t surprised when Velonara rucked up her gown, running her hands over the bare landscape beneath. A shudder raced down her spine as Velonara’s hands palmed her ass.

Kalira broke the kiss, leaving Jaina panting with disappointment. “Who decided you could go first?” she asked Velonara. “I have seniority.”

“We never decided I couldn’t,” Velonara said.

The subtle edge of a growl in Velonara’s voice sent a pulse of longing through Jaina’s core. Her inner walls fluttered, searching for something to grip. More slick warmth trailed down her trembling thighs.

Kalira snorted. “Fine. A pup like you won’t last that long anyway.”

Velonara gave a warning rumble but seemed to restrain herself. The low, possessive sound made Jaina’s knees wobble. “I’m no pup, but lasting isn’t the goal. She isn’t supposed to come anyway.”

Jaina buried her nose in Kalira’s shoulder to muffle her whimper. Being used that way by Sylvanas’ rangers—a mere vessel, a place for them to empty their cocks and nothing more—left her dizzy with desire. She could have come from the slightest brush against her clit.

Kalira seemed to notice Jaina’s distress. She stroked Jaina’s hair while negotiating with Velonara, a mindless but soothing gesture. “If it means I won’t have to listen to you complain, by all means, go first.”

Velonara needed no further urging. Her hands left Jaina’s ass and Kalira took up the task of holding Jaina's dress out of the way. In a matter of moments, a broad cockhead nudged Jaina’s entrance, rubbing through her slickness before sinking forward.

Jaina’s eyes flew open, then rolled back in her head. The sudden stretch didn’t hurt, but the fullness burned beautifully through her lower belly. She gasped, panting against Kalira’s shoulder.

Velonara pushed deeper, tightening her grip on Jaina’s waist. She barely allowed Jaina a moment’s adjustment before thrusting. Her short, brisk pace spoke of selfish pleasure rather than an attempt to tease.

Jaina couldn’t decide whether to be grateful for Velonara’s enthusiasm or overwhelmed by the merciless rhythm. She clung all the more desperately to Kalira, who kissed her crown of braids and murmured low, soothing words.

“Relax, Lord-Admiral. Once the pup finishes, I’ll give you the fucking you deserve… at least until our Dark Lady joins us.”

Jaina melted in Kalira’s embrace. Her trembling thighs would have given out if it weren’t for the two rangers holding her upright. She moaned, unable to stifle the sound, as Velonara’s hips snapped harder and faster. It was wet, rough, messy. Each thrust sent slippery rivers streaming down Jaina’s thighs.

“Fuck,” she hissed through gritted teeth. Velonara’s cock wasn’t angled quite right to drag along her front wall, but the motion was more than enough on its own. If she tilted her pelvis the slightest bit or found purchase against Kalira’s thigh…

Kalira’s cold hands seized Jaina’s hips. They remained there, unyielding as iron, while Velonara shifted her grip down to Jaina’s slick thighs, yanking them further apart for a closer, rougher fuck.

“Not yet, my lady.” Kalira’s cool lips grazed Jaina’s sweat-damp temple. “We were given explicit instructions not to let you come. I never disobey orders.”

Velonara gave a long shudder against Jaina’s back. Her breath tickled Jaina’s shoulder as she leaned forward and said, “Glad it’s you and not me who has to wait, Lord-Admiral. Because yours is the hottest, tightest cunt I’ve ever fucked.”

“Please do,” Jaina said, although Velonara hardly needed her permission anymore. If she couldn’t come, feeling Velonara spill inside her was the next best thing.

“No knotting,” Kalira growled. “The Dark Lady wishes for her omega to remain… accessible.”

Jaina dug her fingers into Kalira’s shoulders. Her lashes fluttered as Velonara’s hips gave a particularly eager thrust. Accessible. That meant Sylvanas intended to fuck her, and hopefully knot her, later. She longed for her mate’s familiar scent, the taste of Sylvanas’ skin beneath her tongue, and the shape of Sylvanas’ cock inside her.

But Velonara was firm and thick and—well, good enough. Jaina bit her lip, using pain as a distraction as Velonara’s sharp nails raked along her thighs. Velonara’s hips gave a quick, unsteady jerk, followed by a flood of come that pulsed deep within Jaina’s core.

Jaina had no idea how she survived. It was more than enough to push her over the edge, but somehow, she restrained herself. She focused on individual sensations. The throb of Velonara’s length inside her. The thick scent of alpha desire. The pain of Velonara’s nails and the soft pleasure of Kalira’s lips as they took hers in a gentle kiss.

She was grateful for the kiss. It gave her something else to savor besides an orgasm. Her inner walls fluttered around Velonara, but she distracted herself by sucking on Kalira’s tongue, occasionally running her own along the ranger’s sharp fangs.

It took an agonizingly long time for Velonara to empty inside her. By the time she finally pulled out, Jaina was vibrating with unreleased tension. The sensation reminded her of barely-restrained arcane energy, crackling with the need to explode outward. Even though Velonara’s cock was gone, the fullness between Jaina’s legs throbbed like a heavy, thumping drum beat.

Kalira broke away. “Poor omega,” she hummed, caressing Jaina’s flushed cheek. “I’m sure the pup’s made a mess of you. Should I clean you up for our Dark Lady?”

Jaina’s clit jumped. Her mouth didn’t know whether to form a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’. The thought of Kalira’s tongue between her legs was almost too tempting to resist, but she knew she couldn’t withstand such a targeted assault. Not if she was going to keep her promise.

“Fuck me,” she rasped, running the tips of her fingers along Kalira’s pointed ears.

Kalira’s eyes widened. She shivered, then flashed a wicked smile. “As you wish, my lady.” She scooped Jaina into her arms and laid her down on the nearest rug, pulling up her dress and settling between her thighs.

Jaina gave a breathy laugh as Velonara flopped down beside them, throwing an arm over her face. Her expression was hard to read, half-covered as it was, but she looked embarrassed in Jaina’s opinion.

“Tapping out so soon?” Kalira said, shooting Velonara a smirk.

“You won’t last any longer than I did,” Velonara said. She lowered her other hand between her legs, cupping her softening cock as though it were oversensitive. “We all know the woman’s a honeytrap, especially during her heat.”

Any smart remark Jaina might have made was lost in a long groan as Kalira pushed inside her. Not quite as thick as Velonara, but wonderfully long and with a pleasurable curve. There was a great deal more deliberation in the way she angled her hips and began thrusting.

Jaina’s groan became a sharp cry. Kalira’s cockhead battered her front wall with each stroke, just like Sylvanas often did. The familiar method soon had her tossing her head, unable to keep her eyes open. She slid her arms beneath Kalira’s and clung to the thin, wiry ranger’s back. It was all she could do to find some sort of grip.

Luck was with her. Though Kalira angled each thrust expertly, she didn’t use a fast rhythm. Her pace was slow and leisurely, though Jaina didn’t miss the way Kalira’s frame twitched when she squeezed her inner walls in an effort to feel more.

“I’ll concede… that you may have a point…” Kalira said to Velonara, her voice the slightest bit unsteady.

Velonara snorted. She let her arm fall away from her eyes, watching them with interest. “Told you so.”

Jaina curled her toes, digging her heels into the rug as Kalira’s pace sped up. Every moment became a careful balancing act to help Kalira come before she lost control. And she felt about as in-control as a towering tidal wave about to break on the shore.

She tried everything: closing her eyes, stringing out her breaths, holding her hips still and letting Kalira do the work. None of it helped. She teetered on the brink as Kalira’s thrusts became less measured and more desperate. The base of Kalira’s cock began to swell, rubbing against her clit.

“You smell wonderful,” Kalira muttered, burying her nose in the crook of Jaina’s throat. “I still want to taste you later. Once Sylvanas permits you to come.”

Jaina gave a strangled sob. The promise sent a flash of heat through her lower belly. She clenched around Kalira, arching away from the rug. A red haze descended and a distant roar filled her ears, drowning out everything else. There was only her heat. Only need. Only the desperate craving to be fucked and filled until she and whichever alpha cared to mount her were utterly spent.

She dragged her nails down Kalira’s leather armor as another flood pulsed inside her. Kalira’s come mixed with Valeera’s, filling her core to overflowing. Some of the mess slipped out to form a puddle on the carpet. She could have come, would have come, if not for some deep-seated need to obey. Sylvanas had told her not to. Her mate, her alpha, had given an order.

Tears welled in Jaina’s eyes. Even when she chased it, giving in to lust and trying to steal the forbidden release she’d denied herself, she couldn’t manage. She balanced on a blade’s edge, trembling with fever and frustration. Her previous restraint had pushed her past the point of oversensitivity.

“Enough, Kalira.”

The sound of Sylvanas’ voice slithered down Jaina’s spine in a silken caress. It was low and authoritative, like velvet-lined steel. She whined, clinging to Kalira out of instinct, but the spent ranger rolled off, flopping beside her much like Velonara. A purple-black shadow loomed over her, drawing closer along with the scent of lilacs.

“Sylvanas,” Jaina pleaded. It was the only word she could manage. “Sylvanas.”

The gods were smiling on her, because Sylvanas didn’t take the opportunity to tease. She discarded the lower parts of her plate armor with practiced efficiency, then unfastened the leathers beneath. Her chest plate remained on as she knelt and stretched herself supine atop Jaina.