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Beneath A Moonless Sky	By : LadyProudwhore Category: +S through Z > Warcraft III Views: 13409 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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    “No…let’s just cuddle for tonight, okay?” Jaina said softly, half-heartedly as Thrall kissed her yet again, gently caressing her waist. “I….I just….I’m not really in the mood….”
     “Alright, that’s fine.” Thrall nodded. It confused him a bit as Jaina usually seemed so eager and interested, but he supposed she had her reasons and he would never force her. “You’ve been behaving a bit strangely since we were last together.” He noted. “Are you alright?”
     “Y…Yes…I’m fine.” Jaina replied, curling up against him, her head pressed lightly against his chest so she wouldn’t have to look him in the eye as she lied to him. “Besides, just being near you is enough.” She whispered, now looking up into his eyes. That part, at least, was honesty.
      Thrall smiled a bit, but he could tell something was wrong. Jaina’s body language, to him, seemed incredibly off today. Her normally playful, affectionate motions were replaced with trying to make herself seem as small and insignificant as possible. Almost like she was hiding something. But what? Jaina wasn’t the type to continue a relationship she didn’t want, so it was unlikely that she’d fallen out of love with him. Even more unsettling, though, some of her behavior called back very uncomfortable memories of Taretha.
        Breathing in deeply, Thrall sat up, gripping Jaina’s wrists softly and gently pulling her up to sit with him. “Are you cold, my love?”
           “What?” Jaina asked, confused.
         “Well, normally your attire is far more exotic. While your appearance has certainly not suffered for this more modest clothing, it is very unlike you.” Thrall pointed out, noting the long sleeved floor length chemise Jaina had taken to wearing along with the high necked violet vest over it. It worried him. Taretha had had bruises she’d tried to hide, but who could be doing such things to Jaina? Taretha had been a simple servant girl, Jaina was an archmage. Besides, even if Jaina were just a helpless damsel, who would risk the ire of the Warchief by touching her? Thrall didn’t think their romance was common knowledge, but their friendship certainly was…and Thrall was very protective of his friends.
        “Oh…It’s just this was a gift from Rhonin and Vereesa. It’s very comfortable, and to tell the truth, it is rather cold up here.” Jaina smiled reassuringly, though Thrall caught a look of pain beneath that beautiful smile.
        Thrall rested his head atop Jaina’s head, holding her close to him. “Then I will keep you warm.” He whispered. Interrupted suddenly by a knock at the door.
         Jaina looked up nervously and then slowly extricated herself from Thrall’s loving embrace, slowly making her way towards the door and opening it. To her dismay, there stood a hulking dark skinned orc with a scarred face and heavy armor. Garrosh.
        “Quite a surprise to see you not dressed like a whore tonight.” He muttered so Jaina could hear but not Thrall. “Trying to play innocent to ensnare Thrall even further?”
            Jaina simply glared hatefully at Garrosh and turned towards Thrall. “I think something important may have come up.” She said to the Warchief.
            Thrall got up from the bed and approached the door, gently placing himself between Garrosh and Jaina. He trusted Garrosh, but subliminally his Orcish blood compelled him to keep other males from possibly touching or harming his mate. “What is it, Garrosh?”
            “You are needed aboard the airship, Warchief. Saurfang has requested your opinion on a few matters.” Garrosh replied, his voice laced with disdain for both Thrall and Saurfang, though hidden beneath pretense of following the Horde’s hierarchy.
              Thrall nodded and slowly stepped out of the room, standing in the hallway with Garrosh now, shutting the door behind him. “Watch her. Something is wrong with Jaina, I know it. I want you to keep a close eye on her and alert me of anything you notice is off.” Thrall commanded.
              Garrosh bristled for a moment. Babysit some human whore? He almost came back with something indignant before he stopped, realizing exactly what sort of position this put him in. “As you command, Warchief.” Garrosh saluted Thrall.
            With that, Thrall headed away from the room. Garrosh, however, waited a good solid half-hour so he would know Thrall had left the citadel before opening the door to Jaina’s room.
            “Thrall?” Jaina looked up, then immediately seemed dismayed and somewhat frightened to see Garrosh standing there instead, locking the door.
             “For someone who is supposed to be so very bright, you’re quite a fool, girl.” Garrosh sneered as he approached Jaina. “You may be able to keep things from Thrall, but that is no great feat, that fool’s days as Warchief are numbered.” He chuckled darkly. “Now…you used to take such pride in showing off that whorish, weak body of yours. Why the sudden modesty?”
           “Stay away from me, Garrosh! I will not hesitate to defend myself.” Jaina frowned, backing away.
           “Then do it, whore. Call down your ice storm, or your orbs of flame, summon an elemental to teach me a lesson. Why haven’t you done so yet? You know I hate everything about you and you know I fully intend to harm you. What will you do about it?” He sneered, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her into the wall.
            Jaina’s whole world went black as she faded into unconsciousness from the impact. Garrosh smirked as the golden haired mage sunk to the ground. “Weak, pathetic whore.” He spat as he tore open the vest, revealing bruises on Jaina’s neck. “Hmm...Interesting. What else are you hiding, bitch?” He chuckled to himself, ripping the chemise in half and pulling it from her body, causing her to sprawl forward, back facing up. “Well, looks like someone decided to give you what you deserve.” Garrosh sneered, eying the lacerations and bruising. “Perhaps I will continue his work for him.”
         “Just one moment, orc.” A smooth, cold voice spoke as the familiar masked form of Kaelthas teleported into the room.
       “You think to stop me, foolish elf?” Garrosh laughed coldly.
       “Not at all. I seek to join you.” Kael smirked.
      “Pah! What does a weak, effeminate elf know of disciplining a whore?!” Garrosh spat on the ground, waving a hand dismissively.
      “Plenty. After all, were you or were you not just admiring my work?” Kaelthas nodded towards the injuries still present on Jaina’s body.
      “Ah, so it was you. Well, I suppose if you can inflict this sort of damage on an uppity whore like her, I could perhaps share.” Garrosh grinned nastily.
       “Good.” Kaelthas nodded. “Wake her up; I want to use her mouth. I think that filthy fuck hole of hers craves orc cock too much for me to do any good there anyway.”
      Garrosh nodded, grabbing Jaina by the hair and holding her up, smacking her in the face. “Wake up, bitch! Your beauty nap’s over.”
    Jaina’s blue eyes fluttered gently open and she looked up at Garrosh’s sneering face, then over at Kaelthas. “No! Not this! Let me go!” She cried out, trying to struggle as the two of them forced her onto all fours, Kael taking extra care to freeze her arms and legs in place.
         “Now, now, my darling, don’t be rude, as you see we have a guest today, he’s a friend of your fiancé, I would think you’d want to show him hospitality seeing as he’ll likely take part in your wedding, that is, assuming orcish males don’t simply consider humping their mate into submission wedding enough.” Kael laughed coldly, kneeling down, cupping Jaina’s chin and tilting her head up, forcing her to look him in the eyes.
        Jaina’s blue eyes narrowed and she spit in his face. “No, but it seems that is how you do things, highness, and certainly SOME Orcs are barbarians.” Her eyes darted in the direction Garrosh was seated in.
     “And some are lapdogs for pathetic human whores.” Garrosh replied, getting behind Jaina and gripping her hips roughly, removing one hand for a moment to undo his leggings, allowing his thick cock to spring free. A heady, musky scent escaping as the leggings were dropped. After jerking it a few times to get it fully erect, he positioned the head at the entrance of Jaina’s tight pussy before thrusting forward, tearing into her as hard as he could, his thrusts filled with lust and hatred all at once.
       Jaina cried out in pain, gripping the carpet in front of her. Taking the opportunity as soon as her mouth opened wide enough, Kael thrust his cock into the orifice, grabbing her hair roughly. He and Garrosh both pounded into her at a painfully exhausting pace. It was agonizing to experience, not to mention humiliating. It seemed to go on for hours as she was offered relief for the few seconds Garrosh pulled out only to thrust even harder back in.
         Jaina’s eyes widened and a muffled, agonized cry escaped her lips around Kael’s cock as an unwanted orgasm overtook her, juices now dripping down her legs. At the same time, she felt hot spurts of Garrosh’s orcish cum shooting into her as he pulled out, spraying the remainder of it across her battered ass and lower back.
       Kael was not far behind, pulling out also and opting to stroke his cock rapidly directly in front of Jaina until he painted her face with hot mana-infused elvish jizz. With that done, he snapped his fingers, allowing Jaina to fall to the ground. “Stand aside, oaf.” Kael ordered Garrosh.
          “Watch your tongue, elf.” Garrosh growled, but obediently moved away, his desire to watch Jaina in pain was greater than his desire to repay that insult.
            Kael pushed Jaina’s legs open as wide as he could and summoned fire to one finger. He slowly, agonizingly began writing his name on Jaina’s inner thigh. Burning it in. She couldn’t help but scream in pain as the unbearable agony of that prolonged contact enveloped her.
          When Kael was finished, Garrosh took a small knife from a pouch on his discarded leggings and went to work on the other thigh. He ran the flat of the blade over Jaina’s flesh first. “You know what this is, bitch, you know what I’m about to do…” He moved it up prodding , just enough to hurt a little and frighten her, at her soft pink pussy before moving the knife back down and carving ‘WHORE’ entirely in capital letters into her skin while she again screamed in agony, begging him to stop.
         “You know what’s amusing, slut? Thrall told me to watch you, take care of you, make sure no one’s hurting you. Did I do well?” Garrosh whispered nastily before getting up, pulling on his leggings and leaving.
         “I’d say he did well, after all, this didn’t hurt you, you enjoyed it because you’re a dirty whore.” Kael grinned, pulling Jaina close to him and kissing her deeply. “And you’re mine…” He added, touching the collar around her neck, sending a painful shock through her skin. “Don’t EVER forget again that you are mine. You OWE it to me after what you put me through, you spoiled little slut.” And with that, he teleported out, leaving Jaina alone in the middle of the room, bleeding, burnt and crying.
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