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Like a Bird in a Thunder Storm.	By : Tailbone Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 11233 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N : Bits and pieces of this have been floating around in random word documents for weeks now and I figured it was about time I sat down and finished it. I haven't written anything besides college essays for about 2 years now so heres to hoping I'm not too rusty...
I'm severely disappointed in all you warcrafters out there... These guys are so obvious and yet there is about five fics in total about them? For shame.

Like a bird in a thunderstorm
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He probably would have been caught off guard when she tumbled into his chambers if the spirits hadn�t whispered of her arrival moments before she exploded through one of her invisible doorways and onto his floor. He stepped backwards as the tapestries on his wall fluttered and the papers on his desk flew up like a flock of gulls. Jaina Proudmoore straitened out her robes and fritted with her skirts. She looked out of breath and a bit dizzy.

��Jaina?� He took one wide step towards the mage, ready to catch her in case she lost her balance. It was a very uncharacteristically chaotic entrance for her, as she usually showed little to no signs of panic or the rushing of anything. She was always well composed; even in the midst of battle she had always retained a strong, stern and calm appearance. Yet here she was practically stumbling out of her own portal with absolutely no previous warning of her arrival. �Jaina, are you alright?�

She nodded a bit, although hesitantly and looked again for a moment as if she might topple over. Thrall took her hand and ushered her to his desk. She sat and put her forehead to her palms. When she lifted her head to look at him she seemed paler than usual.

�I�m alright... One should never attempt a teleportation spell on an empty stomach, that�s all.� He was about to offer her something to eat when with a wave of her hand she conjured a plump loaf of cinnamon bread. Pulling off a small piece she offered it to him. He respectfully declined.

�I wasn�t expecting you.� He said bluntly. It came out more hostile than he had planned. She didn�t look offended. Everything was more hostile than intended these days. The room was silent except for the small sound of her chewing. Then she swallowed and pulled off another piece. Thrall watched as she picked the raisins out of her bread and wondered for a moment why she would conjure raisins if she didn�t want them.

�I just came to see how you were doing.� She didn�t look at him. She didn�t even look in his general direction. She stared at the wall. �And�� She added, �To apologize.�

�Apologize?� He scoffed. �What the hell do you have to apologize for?� He almost sounded angry but she knew her ears deceived her. Thrall didn�t get angry. Upset? Frustrated? Disappointed? Yes, but not angry.

�King Varian, he�s-�

�Spare me the drabble, Jaina.� He didn�t seem to care much about his hostile tone this time. �I�m in no mood for it.� But long gone were the days that Jaina held her tongue in Thrall�s presence.

�Listen, Thrall.� She stood up from the desk, stepping in front of the large wooden chair, her tiny hands gripped its back tightly, knuckles white against intricately carved wood. �I�m not asking you to forgive Varian. Hell, I�m not even asking you to see things from his perspective.� She would never ask that. Thrall saw all perspectives without someone telling him to. �I just need you to know that I had no part in this.� Jaina was the master at not showing weakness, but he could see her practically crumbling behind her stone faced mask. �I never wanted any of this to happen� �

He was leaning against the back wall next to one of the few bookshelves he had beside his bed rubbing his temples with one large hand. This was the first time that she realized he wasn�t wearing any armor. It was displayed ceremonially on the other side of the shelf on a mock figure, a mannequin. He was barefoot and bare-chested, clad only in simple stitched leather pants. Her eyes scanned the room, jumping from him to rest on his bed, which was covered entirely in thick furs. He was probably just about to go to sleep when she had arrived. She suddenly felt extremely foolish and a bit embarrassed.

�I�m sorry. It�s late. And I should be going.� She began to gather her energies into her core, her fingers glowing a faint white purple.

�Wait.� He pulled himself off the wall and stepped forward. The glow dissipated. She felt even more self-conscious as he approached. He wasn�t wearing nearly enough to keep her from pretending that she was pretending not to look at him. He didn�t seem phased by it at all and placed one strong hand on her shoulder like he�d done countless times before. It was normally a gesture of reassurance but at the moment it felt too close, too tender. �Of course I know, Jaina. You have been a great friend to the Horde all these years, to me especially� Not once have I ever doubted where your loyalties lie.�

�Forgive me Thrall.� He always made her feel so small. So easily to shatter. so easy to destroy. �I was so distraught. I had to get away from Theramore, from Stormwind. I didn�t know where else to go� I�d like to consider Varian a friend of mine, but recently it seems I don�t have many friends left.� He squeezed her shoulder with a gentleness no one would expect him to have. His touch was warm.

�Our paths were forged in battle, Jaina. We have killed for one another. We have shed blood for one another. Even the Gods themselves could not break such a sacred bond.� He bent over to make sure she could look him strait in those haunting blue eyes. She could but she didn�t want to. �By my honor, Miss Proudmoore, you shall always have my friendship.� The smile came easily. The tears were harder to conceal.

�Well that�s the best news I�ve heard all month.� She felt her eyes water but nothing fell. She was grateful for that. Thrall�s hand dropped from her shoulder.

�Say, would you care for a drink?� He gestured to his desk, lifting a glass from behind a stack of papers. There was a tall wine bottle standing next to it. It had an elegant label of a tree in purple and gold. �I was about to have one myself before you showed up.� Jaina couldn�t help but laugh.

�Wine, Thrall?� He didn�t even need a bottle opener, digging his thumbnail into the soft cork. His claw stuck and the cork popped right off. �You really are strange for an Orc.�

�Its Darnassian.� He handed her a glass that was so large she had to use two hands to hold it and pulled the cork off of his thumb.

�So its expensive?�

�Nightelves make great wine. Do you know what I had to go through to get that?� He poured hers first. The sweet smell assaulted her nose and her lips curled up over the brim of her glass. She inhaled deeply. �I can�t drink anything harder. I�ve seen what alcohol does to men� but recently I find it hard to sleep without it.�

�You�re nothing like him, you know.� She took her first sip. Nightelves did indeed make great wine. The perfect mix of sweet fruit and a slight sour burn that warmed her throat as it slid down.

�You always carry a piece of the people who raised you. Even if it�s just as a reminder of how not to be.� He smiled, thick lips curling over large tusks. She always liked it when he smiled. No one smiled much anymore. �Blackmoore will always be there, but I�d rather it be that way.�

�Well someone taught you well, Thrall. That�s all I know.�

�So tell me, old friend... Besides all this horde and alliance horseshit, how have you been?�

***

She sat on his desk as he took a seat on the edge of his bed. Over the next hour they had finished off two and a half bottles of very expensive wine. Jaina wasn�t aware of it, but she had drunk the lion�s share. Her cheeks were rosy from drink and when she stood up the world wavered a little.

�Well, it�s mighty late I�m assuming, Warchief and I should get going.� He nodded, getting to his feet. �Thanks for your company, and for your wine.� She gave him a genuine smile and he couldn�t help but notice it lit up her face when she was sincere.

�Pleasure is mine. I usually drink alone, it�s nice to have some company.�

She was so beautiful. Sometimes he wondered if it was because of his upbringing that he found Jaina to be so gorgeous. If he had been raised by orcs, would he find her petit frame, honey blond hair and impossibly small teeth unattractive? But he always came down to the same reasoning. It wasn�t that he wasn�t attracted to the strength and the power of the females of his own race, in fact he found orc women to be quite fetching. And it wasn�t that he was particularly attracted to human females either. Over all he found them to be too soft and most of them looked alike. They were very plain. Pretty, but pretty in the way that a sparrow was pretty. Boring. Generic. But Jaina was something else entirely. Although she was soft and pink like the rest of her kind with rounded features, all curves and no jagged angles, and squishy with impossibly smooth skin she was still beautiful. She was a bird for sure, but he hadn�t figured out which kind yet.

�Things are going to get ugly, Jaina. I feel it in my bones.� She nodded solemnly, the weight of the situation sank back down on her shoulders, sobering her for the moment.

�I feel it too. You are right to be concerned. We are not allies anymore� There is no more ceasefire. It seems the time for peace is over, as much as I hate to admit it.�

�I�ll be sending you letters under a different name for a while. At least until everything settles down a little bit.�

�You don�t have to do that.� She shook her head. �You know I�ve always been upfront about our relationship. Our friendships never been a secret.�

�I�d prefer not to give Varian any further reason to be cross with you.� When he stood this close to her, she was reminded of just how massive he was. He made her feel like an insect when he hugged her. He was always so careful when touching her, more so than was even necessary, as if he were afraid of breaking her. �Be safe, Jaina.� He pulled away.

And then she did something she never expected herself to do. She kissed him. She watched those brilliant blue eyes widen in slow motion only inches from her own as she pressed her tiny lips against his massive ones. Instantly her throat burned, she regretted it and pulled off before he could push her away himself. Blood rushed to her face and her heart plummeted to the bottom of her stomach. It wasn�t embarrassment that petrified her as much as the fear that in one instant she could have destroyed a friendship more meaningful than any she had ever had. She couldn�t even apologize, her ears burning as she fumbled blindly for the words to do so, but her tongue was fat and numb and the words wouldn�t come. She cursed the wine in her belly/

�I didn�t-� Her lie disappeared into less than a whisper when she felt Thrall�s hand fall on her shoulder. He was so huge she could drown in his shadow, like a child standing before a castle. She had almost always felt comfortable in his presence but right now she was terrified to even look him in the eye. Her jaw trembled as he drew closer. She could feel his hot breath against her face. He smelled of wine, metal and dust.

Besides a few friendly embraces, she had never been this close to Thrall before. She could see every scar over his brow and every piece of neglected stubble on his chin. She could see every crease, every stress induced line carved into his thick green skin. She could feel his thick fingers slide up into her hair, his claws gently scratching her scalp as he pushed her closer. Paralyzed for a brief moment as he wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her against him.

Kissing Thrall was strange and awkward. His lips were twice as thick as hers and even wider. They were surprisingly soft and he was surprisingly gentle, yet they fumbled together like youths inexperienced in the act of passion. She tried to kiss him between his tusks but trembled a bit when she felt them press against her cheeks. His size frightened her. He was probably thinking the same thing about her smallness. Jaina was a short woman, even by human standards, and probably stood a good foot or more under the average height of a female orc. But Thrall kissed her slowly, coaxing her into a slow rhythm before her mouth fell open under his in a twist of heat and all of a sudden they seemed to fit. He grew hungry, his hands sliding down her back as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She pushed back his advance with her own tongue before sliding it under his and letting him dominate her.

�I�ve� never kissed an orc before.� She mumbled as they parted. Thrall cracked a smile. His face was so broad�

�And I�ve never kissed a human...� He didn�t mention that he�d never exactly kissed anyone. The life of the warchief was a life of solitude. Though constantly surrounded, he was always alone.

Thrall cherished little as much as the time he spent with close friends as they were few and far between. He kept all letters he received as each taught him something unique. Cairne reminded him to keep his patience, to meditate on matters of importance and to make level headed decisions. Vol�jin taught him to relax every once in a while, that it was all right to smile now and then. Slyvanas didn�t write often, and never about personal affairs, but when she did even her pen dripped venom and he was reminded of the deep seeded hatred and the lust for revenge that he would never let control him. But he treasured Jaina�s letters most of all, because like Tari�s, they gave him a sense of hope for a better world. Yet on the other hand, she also reminded him of how lonely he was�

Jaina had always been that unattainable object in his eyes, high up on the top shelf, visible but barely out of reach. She brought warmth to his face when she touched his arm, or held his hand, or embraced him quickly when they held meetings. Her feather light touches, so innocent and soft could flatten him like boulders. Tiny Jaina with her silent footsteps, who always made him feel so large and awkward, had somehow carved out a spot in his heart and settled there where he could hold her close and pray that he wouldn�t crush her. His mind would wonder to her, late at night when he was too restless and too tired to sleep. Thoughts of her could keep him awake for hours. He resisted the urge to squeeze her to his chest, reining his strength, running his fingers over her shoulders, brushing the nape of her neck with his large hands. They were calloused and rough.

She closed her eyes and all she could feel was his arms around her. He swallowed her tiny frame in his massive embrace. She shivered against him, his chest a stonewall, hard as rock, miles wide, an impenetrable fortress. It had been years since anyone had held her like this. Her broken heart married to her work and her work alone. She spent every single night alone in her cold tower, beaten and chilled to the bone by the miserable weather of Theramore. Yet here, in the dry heat of Ogrimmar, in the Warchief�s private chambers she let her body relax fully against his. The wine helped with that. He drew back and looked at her. This was wrong in so many ways.

Thrall looked as if he might say something, but instead he tilted her head back by her chin and pressed his lips to her neck. She made an impossibly soft noise like the coo of a bird, which made the sound of his breath seem as loud as thunder against the white of her skin. She craned her neck to the side and slipped her fingers into his hair, twisting thick black strands around delicate digits, silently urging him to continue. He was happy to oblige, laying kisses all down her neck. Before long he was stepping backwards, taking her with him and without warning the ground disappeared under her feet as he lifted her in the air as if she weighed nothing. He put one knee on the bed before rolling onto his back and pulling her down on top of him.

It must have been the alcohol coupled with the fact that no one had touched her in years that slipped her out of her dress so quickly. Large hands were quick to find the laces on the side of her robe and even quicker to untie them. Clothing of white and purple and gold was rolled up carelessly and tossed to the side. He paused for a moment to admire her. Her hair was slightly messed and her cheeks were pinker then usual. Her undergarments matched her outfit and for some reason this didn�t surprise him. What did surprise him was how tiny they were.

She wore a pale purple bra in fine silk with elegant white lace. Delicate and fragile like her body. He tore it from her and threw it somewhere across the room. He ran his hands all down her bare back as his mouth made its way from her neck to her breasts. They followed her upward curves and came to rest on her ass. He squeezed lightly. She gave him a moan of approval and he squeezed harder, filling his hands with soft, sweet flesh. He dragged her down and rubbed against her through his pants. She felt his arousal and rubbed back, enjoying the weight of his grip on her rear. He wasn�t the only one noticeable excited as wetness began to gather between her legs.

Things would still be the same after this, she told herself, just one more secret added to the list of things that stood between her and the rest of the world. And as Thrall pulled her down on top of him, pressing her soft pink flesh against his massive chest, sucking the sensitive skin of her breasts, his tusks digging into tender flesh, she thought of her father and the look he had given her every time she had disobeyed him growing up. Every time she had done something wrong. Every time she had been bad. And then she thought of the way he looked after he died, bloody and limp. The white stone streets painted with blood. The hands that felled her father brushed back her golden hair, tracing lines sweetly across her almost naked body. She cooed at the pleasant tingle they left in their wake. No, things would still be the same after this� Things were always the same.

Thrall had beautiful hair. It was thick as a horse�s mane and as black as the ink that stained her fingers. That was part of the reason she liked it so much, dark as the night so she could never mistake it. She liked it most of all because it wasn't blonde. Sometimes she found herself so sick of blondes she wished her own hair was a different color. His braids hung heavy like rope over his broad shoulders, wrapped like bandaged wounds, laced in cloth of the deepest red. Like the rest of him it smelled of iron and dust. She stuck her hands in it, rubbing behind his ears with the pads of her fingers. Scratching his scalp like one might do to a dog.

She loved him. She didn�t know how long ago she�d realized it but it seemed like it had been years ago. And maybe it had. She suspected Aegwynn knew it before she had. She had brought it up once and Jaina had laughed out loud. But perhaps it hadn�t been a joke at all. Agewynn always knew everything before Jaina did, even when it came to things about herself.

Her left nipple hardened under his tongue, his hands coming up make sure each side received equal attention, rolling the right one between his fingers. It too stiffened. The sounds she made were enough to drive him mad, his erection getting painful against the restriction of his pants. He wanted to grab her, throw her underneath him and slide himself between those two large breasts. He pushed them together and groaned, thinking about how it might feel. He ground himself up into her crotch harder. He ached to be touched.

Sliding his hand down her body, over her belly and down until it rested between her legs and his, he rubbed her lightly through her white lace panties. They were tiny, hugging her perfect ass tightly. They were attached by little buckle and strapped to her matching white stockings. He slipped his fingers up under them, pushing them to the side and feeling inside. She moaned against his ear, as if begging him to explore further. She was wet and hot and slick, and the deeper he slid the tighter she got. He slipped out and she whimpered in protest. He countered her complaint when he reached up to run his thumb over the mound of swollen flesh above her entrance. The movement of his own hand against his erection felt nice. She sucked his earlobe between her teeth, biting down and emitting a soft moan.

�I�ve dreamt about this.� His voice was a growl against her throat.

�I was afraid I was the only one.� She purred, running her hands up and down his sides. �Tell me, Thrall� what happens next in this dream of yours?� He chuckled and it rumbled like the earth itself deep inside his chest. It resonated through her entire body. She played with his waistband.

�Usually? First you�re kissing down my chest�� Her hands roamed his torso, nails scratching playfully at thick green skin. His nipples hardened at her touch and she flicked her thumbs over the rings that pierced them. Unusual piercings seemed to be much more commonplace in orc culture then in her own. She found that she enjoyed them, twisting them just hard enough to rouse a soft moan from the warchief.

�Like this?� She dropped her head and took the left one between her lips, biting down gently. She released the rings just long enough to pinch his flesh lightly, rolling the tight skin between thumb and forefinger before going back to tug the jewelry with a little more force. She kissed from one side of his chest to the other, repeating the action on his right nipple. Thralls grip on her shoulders tightened.

�Exactly like that�� He muttered, tangeling his grip in her hair. He enjoyed the feeling of her tits against his skin. She was crouched between his legs, her cute little ass in the air. He relaxed his shoulders and closed his eyes. �Slowly you�d make your way down my stomach�� She followed directions well and he felt shivers run up and down his back as she ran her tongue in a circle around his navel, leaving kisses on his raised hipbones, hovering over the trail of coarse black hair that disappeared into the front of his pants, awaiting further directions. Thrall smirked, realizing that the mage wasn�t going to do anything until he told her to. He could play this game.

�You see that buckle on the front of my pants?�

�This one?� She ran one little finger around its metallic edges, her hand so close to where he wanted it to be, but she didn�t touch him. He was afraid he was going to rip his pants at this point.

�Undo it. And untie them while your at it...� she did, but she ignored the tent in his pants completely, sliding her hands up the insides of his legs. Scraping her nails down his thighs.

�Feel good?� He nodded, his attention focusing more on where her hands were heading than anything else, slowly sliding their way up his inner thighs. His arousal straining against his pants was impossible not to notice. �I can make you feel even better�� the uncharacteristic and downright filthy tone in her voice was enough to make even Thrall blush. He found himself staring at her lips. She licked them, toying with him. ��If you�ll let me.� She brushed her hand over his erection, tracing one finger down the inside seam of his pants. He hissed. It had been so long since she�d touched a man... She couldn�t remember the last time she�d been this aroused, she was practically dripping through her tiny lace panties. ��Will you let me?�

�Dabu�� Thrall hadn�t even noticed he�d spoke in orcish. In fact he was surprised he could come up with any kind of words at all. The only thing he could think about was how much he needed her to touch him. Either Jaina understood him, or she just didn�t care because the next thing he knew his pants were around his ankles and the mage was pulling him out of his boxers. She�d never seen anything so big in her life.

�By the gods�� She ran her hands up and down his length and he stiffened further at her touch. His legs shivered and his eyes rolled back into his head. �I mean, I guess I should have expected as much, but you�re huge�� she almost couldn�t fit her hand around him. He swelled a little as she stroked not only his erection, but his ego. In reality Thrall was probably only slightly above average for an orc but if he were any larger Jaina probably wouldn�t be able to wrap her lips around him. Which was exactly what she was doing� The moan practically tore itself from his throat as her hot little mouth dropped onto his cock.

She wrapped her lips around his head, gently pulling back his foreskin, paying special attention to that tender little spot underneath the head where it met the shaft. His knees felt weak. Jaina clearly knew her way around a dick and Thrall didn�t really care how she learned. She was his now, and that�s all he cared about. She had to pump him from the base to match the tempo of her mouth simply because there was no way she could fit all of him between her lips.

He wanted to push himself forward so bad the desire was almost uncontrollable. He wanted to shove himself all the way down her throat where is was wet and hot, he wanted to grab her by the back of her head, tangle her beautiful blond hair in his huge fingers and slam himself into her over and over until he came. But he wrestled down his instincts. The girl could only fit half of him in her tiny mouth before his head tickled the back of her throat. She was half his size. Her long, slow strokes began to speed up.

�Jaina�..� He tensed. He was going to come. If she kept this up for just a couple more seconds he was done for. She could feel him twitch against her, his balls hardening. Tighter and tighter. His breath was coming harsher now, shallower, faster. He was near climax. The thought made her even wetter. She let out moan, letting him know that she understood and she was ready for him. Even if she hadn�t been, he was sure he couldn�t have held it in any longer.

The Warchief exploded, ropes of thick white liquid rushed into her waiting mouth. She swallowed as he came, trying to catch it before it got anywhere else but she wasn�t fast enough and the remainder oozed out around her lips, dripping down her chin and into her waiting hands. Thralls dick, still rather hard, twitched in her hands, now covered in saliva and cum that dripped all down his abdomen. She wiped her swollen lips, slightly embarrassed and looked up at him. He purred deeply and stroked her hair.

�Sorry, it was too much at once�� he grabbed her, startling her, and pulled her up to him. Leaning back he held her close against his chest, taking his index finger and running it along the underside of her chin, wiping up the largest trail of cum that had escaped her throat and had started to dribble down her neck. He brought his finger to his lips, their eyes locked as he licked it clean. She felt another wave of wetness leak between her legs as he pulled her into a slow passionate kiss.

Jaina whimpered as he stuck his fingers into the front of her panties. But she full out moaned as he slid an index finger over her swollen nub. He smiled at how slick she was, and how easily his finger slipped over her sensitive bud. She was so wet he didn�t even have to venture inside to lube his hands up. Slowly he stroked her from top to bottom of her clit, nudging the hood back lightly. She squealed and pulled back instinctively. He grinned, approaching her slower this time, gods she was so sensitive�

Her rubbed her nub lightly in little circular motions, slowly speeding up, till she was almost sobbing into his chest. Her mind was swimming. Struggling to pull away, struggling to press herself harder into his touch. Her entire body ached and she felt her belly twisting up inside. She hung her head and let out of soft sob. But just when she thought she couldn�t handle anymore, the warchief pulled his fingers back.

She whimpered desperately at the loss of contact, her legs trembling slightly at the pain of being so close and being denied her orgasm.

�Thrall�� she hated how desperate she sounded, but suddenly she felt as though she had never needed anything more than she needed release right now.

�Turn around, jaina.�

�Huh?�

�Let me make it up to you.� He licked at his lips and she shivered.

�Thrall� You mean?� He almost flipped her himself, sliding down under her till her legs were spread wide over his face, her knees hugging his ears on both sides. She placed her head on his stomach, her ass in the air, scratching the skin beneath his pubic hair gently. Even non-erect he was huge� She couldn�t help but wonder how far this was going to go�and if she could actually physically handle where she wanted it to. All thoughts were instantly pushed from her mind he pulled her panties to the side and she felt his lips on her sex. She let out a soft approving moan. His tusks dug into her thighs. She was thankful they were dull.

Pulling back her lower lips with one finger, he slipped another into her channel. He licked her clit slowly. Up and down, side to side and in sweet slow circles. She whimpered, closing her eyes. When she opened them she noticed he was starting to get hard again. A smirk spread across her lips and she decided to help it along.

She took as much of the shaft into her mouth as she could. That wasn�t saying much though as she found it rather impossible to take more than half of it without choking. Massaging his balls gently she evoked a small groan from his throat. She could feel the earthy rumble vibrate through her sex. She bobbed her head, still trying to swallow more of his engorged shaft than she physically could. Hesitantly, her hand roamed his inner thighs as she did so, her soft strokes getting closer and closer to where they met. Thankful that Thrall couldn�t see her blush she got a little braver, inching her fingers in closer till she passed her touch ever so lightly over his entrance. So lightly it could have been passed off as a mistake, a fumble of hands, if he reacted negatively. But he didn�t. He did the opposite, opening his legs a little wider for her, encouraging her exploration. This caused her to blush harder at realizing what she was getting herself into. It quickly crossed her mind that orcs probably did not share the same sexual taboos as humans did� which eased her tensions a bit.

Licking her finger, she slowly pushed it into him as he inserted another one of his into her dripping pussy. She murmured pleasantly, but was now further excited by her own actions. She pushed a little harder and slipped inside him. The warchief let out a soft groan as she worked a second finger inside him. His cock twitched against her throat. She pulled off a bit to lap at the swollen head, thrusting her two fingers slowly in and out of him. His reaction to her touch made her knees weak with lust. He spread his legs wider and lifted his hips.

�Jaina�� He mumbled, dropping his head momentarily from her sex to rest on a pillow below him. His cock in her mouth muffled her response, but it didn�t matter if he had heard her or not. Thrall hissed sharply as she found the sensitive bundle of nerves that was his prostate and stroked it generously. Such a pleasantly desperate sound he made was one she would never have expected from an orc, let alone an orc like Thrall. She rubbed it again; taking glee in the newfound power she had over his body.

�You are fucking amazing...� He snarled as she hit that sweet spot again, sucking the tip of his erection as she did do. He was as hard as a rock now. She continued to play inside of him while he brought his tongue back to her clit. It was red and swollen by this point, her juices leaking out onto his face. He could drown in her sweet musky scent and die a happy man. Her taste was like nothing he�d ever encountered before; he could get drunk off her. He sucked and lapped and flicked the tip of his tongue over her button over and over, desiring nothing more that to bring her over the edge. To hear her sob his name as her body overloaded.

His cock slid out of her mouth and she pulled her fingers from his ass as the sensation became too much for her to handle. She cried out, digging her nails into his thighs as orgasm claimed her. Her body tightened and she felt the icy heat roll over her. He slowed his motions. When she was positively sure she couldn�t take any further sensation Thrall proceeded to brush his tongue against her overly sensitive bud again. It was starting to soften and she writhed on top of him till she found herself begging him to stop. He patted her on the ass gently and gave her a little squeeze as she went completely limp on top of him. He licked his lips and wiped his beard with one hand.

She collected herself up and turned around, crawling up beside him, resting her head in the crook between his neck and shoulder. They exchanged looks and he broke out into laughter, a rumble so deep it could shake mountains. He truly was the embodiment of the elements. He reminded her most of the earth though, his presence, his strength, even the way he smelled.

�You are indeed the finest woman I have ever met, Jaina!� She squeezed him tight around his sides. She could smell herself oh his breath.

�You�re a fine orc yourself, Warchief. But don�t think I�m done with you just yet.� She rolled onto her back, pulling at him, inviting him to top her. He did, supporting himself on his elbows as not to crush her. She rubbed his erection with her knee. �There is no way I�m going to let that go to waste.�

�Jaina?� She was pulling off her panties and rolling down her stockings now.

�Do I have to spell it out for you?� She grabbed him, giving him a few pumps for encouragement. �I want your massive green cock inside me.� He chuckled at her forwardness, kissing her lightly. She tasted herself on his lips and it turned her on. He moved up over her further, taking himself in his hand as she spread her legs, he lined himself up with her entrance.

�Just� go slow.� She mumbled. �I�m not exactly used to your� size.� He slipped two fingers into her pussy to stretch her. He was afraid he wasn�t going to fit. It didn�t look possible. He tried a third. She was already extremely tight.

�How bout we take it at your pace? You on top.� She seemed to approve of this idea because she began to push him over. He rolled onto his back and allowed her to mount him. Sitting on his stomach, she took a deep breath and hoped she masked her nervousness well. Holding his erection strait in one hand with the other flattened against his chest she lifted herself up and then eased herself slowly down onto him. He murmured something in orcish and she let out a little cry, getting less than half of him inside her before she had to stop. She bit her lip, tensing at the pain of the stretch as she took his entire length inside of her.

�Oh gods�� She felt his hand on her lower back, rubbing her gently in hopes of helping her relax. It took all the strength Thrall could muster not to rock his hips back and drive up into her. She paused for a good while and lifted herself up and down a second time, impaling herself once more on his cock. He growled deeply and squeezed her ass. She was hot and wet and tight beyond all belief. He doubted anything in the world could feel better than this. A thrust of Jaina�s hips forced his eyes shut and coxed a moan from his throat.

�You feel amazing...� He could probably come right now if he wanted to. She closed her eyes in concentration and thrust forward again hoping and praying the pain would pass soon. He didn�t fill her, he stuffed her. Her body was not built to handle anything as large as Thrall. She was sure he would break through her channel and into her stomach. He stroked her back again and held as still as he could. The pained expression on her face was enough to make him want to pull out. To apologize and to tell her he loved her. That he would never hurt her again. But he decided that telling her he loved her was probably the worst thing he could possibly do.

She tried again, lifting herself almost completely off him and sinking down again. It felt better this time, so she repeated the action. As the pain started to fade she noticed that Thrall could hit all the sweet stops inside her that her previous lovers hadn�t been able to reach. Every single one of them.

�How�s it feel?� He noticed she was starting to relax.

�Good.� She purred. Almost all the pain had faded now. Thrall pushed himself up into her a bit and watched her react. She gasped, straitening out her spine, she leaned into him as he did it again. �Oh Thrall�� his name on her lips was the sweetest thing he had heard in a long time. He was determined to get her to say it again. He thrust upwards. She leaned back completely, her golden hair falling around her shoulders as she met him thrust for thrust, her breasts bouncing on her chest to match the rhythm of their hips.

His hands roamed her legs, rubbing her thighs, his nails digging into soft pink flesh, squeezing her tightly. He drew back and pumped deeper this time, watching her mouth fall open, her eyes squeezed shut. He wished he could record the way she sounded when she moaned and listen to it whenever he wanted. Running one massive hand up her leg he gripped her hip firmly. He lifted her up as though she weighed nothing at all, holding her in place tightly, lifting his hips up off the furs of his bed he rammed up into her. She cried out, clawing at his chest, fingers curling in his chest hairs, pulling them slightly. He repeated the action, watching her face contort in pleasure. She tried to push back to meet his thrusts but he held her tightly, forcing her to be still and at the mercy of his movements She sobbed as he drove himself into her over and over again.

�Yes� Oh Thrall� oh�oh�yesss�� there it was again. He licked his lips and wondered how many times he could get her to say it. �Get on top of me!� For someone who probably never received orders he obeyed them well. He lifted her with ease and threw her down on the furs below him. She grabbed his hips and spread her legs wide to make room for him once again. His cock was slick and wet from her arousal. He gave himself a few strokes with his hand and positioned his head against her raw entrance. She felt strangely empty without him inside of her. He rubbed her sides and licked at her breasts, she cooed, running her hands through his thick black mane.

�Fuck me, warchief�� He obliged, spread her knees wider and pushed back inside. They both groaned at the sensation. He over-filled her but the thin line between pleasure and pain was so blurred that pain no longer existed. She just wanted more of this feeling, no matter what it was, even if it killed her. Her nails dug into the skin of his back as he continued to slam her into the mattress. Thrall forgot everything except for the amazing feeling in his loins, pressing his lips so hard against hers that he was sure he felt them bruise in the process. She kissed back hungrily, their tongues battling for dominance inside her mouth. He could feel his second orgasm approaching and he pumped faster, squeezing her ass less gently than he normally would have. She cried out into his mouth, but he swallowed it and continued to fuck her until he saw the white behind his eyes.

�Jaina-ahh�� He left little claw marks in the soft skin of her ass as he came, spilling his hot seed deep into her belly. They matched the half circles she carved into his back. She squeezed around him as he gave a few more slow thrusts. She felt too good to pull out just yet. Finally Sated, he collapsed next to her, holding her tiny frame against his massive one with one strong arm, his free hand resting on his stomach. She settled comfortably between his arm and his side like a bird in its nest, absentmindedly she rubbed at the small hairs on his chest. He gave her butt one more little squeeze, much gentler this time.

�So, remember how you said you were always upfront about our relationship?� He said. �Should I tell Varian myself how deliciously tight that little pussy of yours is?� She couldn�t resist a laugh as she gave him a playful shove.

�Well aren�t you just the comedian.� She watched him get up and walk across the room and fish a pair of clean shorts off a shelf in the back. He rummaged around for a moment before pulling something off the bottom of the pile. He tossed it to her. Unfolding it she realized it was a shirt, simple black with leather laces up the front. She gave him a puzzled look as he made his way around the room, extinguishing the fires till the only light was from his window.

�You might want to put that on. It can get surprisingly cold in Ogrimmar at night.� The bed sank under his weight as he sat back down.

�Are you asking me to stay?� She slipped it over her head. She felt a bit ridiculous, it was about five times too big for her. He leaned back, his massive chest rising and falling as he let out a tired sigh. He rolled onto his side, snaking his arm up her body. Even in the dark she could see the crystal blue of his eyes.

�I rise before most of my city. I can wake you and you can be gone before anyone ever knows you were here. That is of course, unless you�d rather return to Theramore.� She smiled and wondered if he could see how wide it was.

�No, I think I�d like very much to stay.�

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