Chapter 1 - Faelyn

 I haven’t published one of my own stories in a while now (sorry about that), so I hope everybody enjoys this. I’ve been getting back into WoW lately since I’m SLIGHTLY optimistic about Shadowlands, so I might be going through other drafts I have of Warcraft stories and upload those over time too. Depending on how I feel and the general reception, I might run with the themes of this story and add multiple but unrelated parts to it, but we’ll see.

 Also, I’m taking some liberties with the lore, so bear with me.




 Faelyn took pride in his heritage and vast knowledge of the sin’dorei.

 The blood elves were precise record keepers that wrote down everything, though they could also be an ignorant disgrace on a case by case basis. Most of the elders knew about how the sin’dorei came to be simply because they were present at these events that shaped history; the lack of interest on display shown by the younger ones made him want to commit suicide. For a member of a proud race to be so ignorant was a mark of shame for all the others as well. Faelyn took the failure of the young elves around him as a personal failure. 

 As he proudly strolled the streets of his beloved Silvermoon in his flowing red robes, Faelyn grew disgusted by the sight of all the foreign filth these new stewards were allowing into their great capital. Members of the Alliance races were allowed into the city so far as their allegiance was to their trade and not their leaders back home. They should have been impaled in the Ghostlands. 

 The only ones he could have tolerated were the kaldorei, for they still surpassed the sin’dorei in some ways - certainly in their nearly tripled lifespans. Even the youngest among them honored their traditions and ancestors, as was proper. The only thing that kept them from reaching the glory of the sin’dorei was the weakness of their men. They allowed their women to do the fighting for them and grew weak in their obsession with the Emerald Dream… Faelyn had read more than one tale of what brutality took place in Ashenvale when the savage Horde races got their hands on one of the night elves; he also heard that some of the women willingly indulged in sex with the other, calling quick truces only to make love in the moonlight. 

 Nothing disgusted Faelyn more than a race traitor. The purity of one’s blood was the one thing in life to be protected above all others.

 Which is why he always despised his people’s newly-forged alliance with the Horde. Faelyn and members of higher-placed families made it clear in no uncertain terms that these Horde races were only slightly better than talking beasts, and that there was no way to live among them and retain a civilized status. Ultimately, the other side won, and now he could see the beasts all over Silvermoon, walking not only in the quarters meant for foreigners, but wherever they pleased. 

 Faelyn adjusted the jade pin that held his long flowing hair and sighed as he strolled down the streets. His green eyes searched for the love of his life, Valerya Sunspell, but she was nowhere to be seen. Instead, what he saw was one of the young Shadowshines engaging in a conversation with a troll with disgustingly large breasts. The Shadowshines were one of the oldest families, far beyond the rank of one like Faelyn’s own, and the sight of the young man speaking with the ghastly troll brought him such disgust he nearly hurled. 

 Burning with indignancy, Faelyn went over to them. “Good morning, young master.” 

“Good morning,” the troll girl said politely. Not only could he see her tusks gleaming, but the animal left her stomach bare and had a Horde marking right over her belly-button. 

 Faelyn was unable to look away for a few seconds from the flexing stomach and the moving symbol. How disgusting… 

 But the young blood elf simply ignored him. “My apologies, Master Shadowshine,” Faelyn repeated, knowing he had no right to speak to him as anything inferior despite the differences in their ages and level of education. By all accounts, Faelyn was one of the greatest living scholars not only of the sin’dorei, but of the high elves as a whole.

“What do you want?” snapped the youngster. His red hair was cut short and the bare and hairless arms were crossed over his chest. “You’re disturbing us.” 

“Sir, are you buying from this troll?”

“Buying?”

“Oh, no, sir,” the troll quickly told Faelyn, “I’m no vendor…” 

“Master, our people should not engage with the lesser races unless they have immediate needs. Please, allow me to escort you back to your home safely.” 

 The Shadowshine stared at him and narrowed his eyes.

 Faelyn’s heart jumped and he gulped. “Did you hear me, Ma-”

“Get the fuck away from me, you racist piece of filth,” said the Shadowshine, shoving him back. 

 Faelyn tripped over his robes and fell. The troll rushed to help him get up, but he fought off her filthy touch. “Leave me be!”

“Stay in your lower quarters, Cinderglade, or else I will have the guards remind you who are your betters,” said the Shadowshine. Instead of extending a helping hand, his palm curled lovingly around the troll’s blue fingers. “Come, honey, let’s go.” 

 He knew who I was, thought Faelyn, heart fluttering. Perhaps it was not under the best circumstances, but that one of the Shadowshines recognized a Cinderglade was a high honor. Faelyn realized that he should have thanked him for not killing him outright given his insolence. Even if his motives were pure, he had indeed overstepped his low origins… A Cinderglade could kiss the feet of a Shadowshine for a thousand years and it would not repay the blood debt they owed for what they did for their race. 

 He got up to his feet and resumed his walk, looking for Valerya. 

 He and his love were engaged in a romance that already lasted over a decade. Faelyn loved her from the first time he had set his eyes on the blonde. When tragedy struck her family with the death of her father at the hands of a savage orc, he consoled her almost nightly for three years straight. He had yet to make love to her, but their romance went far deeper than that. And Valerya was a playful thing that always turned him down when he asked her out, though he knew she was only testing his resolve, and for that reason he had never stopped and never would stop. 

 What disturbed him lately were the small changes he noticed in her behavior. She was usually up at dawn, but now she was only leaving her house after noon. She had always dressed conservatively, showing little of her skin to others, but lately she wore these outfits that not only left her arms bare but her shoulders as well. One time, one of her tops was so thin that Faelyn could see her tiny breasts and nipples nudging through, and he could not sleep for a week after that. Thankfully, it never happened again, and he made sure to follow her that day and protect her from the unwanted gaze of others, but still… 

 The scholar knew that these changes were owed to her visits to the Fadesong residence. They were among the top ten most respected families in Silvermoon, ranking far above even the likes of the Shadowshines. That she, a Sunspell, could associate with them at all was an incredible honor. But the rumors were that Elvyra Fadesong engaged in all sorts of dirty acts. Some went so far to say that she invited the strongest warriors among the Horde to her house to pleasure her, but Faelyn could not accept that as true. The lower classes always loved to gossip...

 Perhaps she was just a free spirit, as some sin’dorei could be, but he was worried about the effects she was having on his beloved little Sunspell… 

 He bumped into her as he exited one of the corridors. “Valerya!” cried Faelyn happily. He rushed and held her gently by the arms. “I missed you so much!” 

 Valerya blushed. “Faelyn… I missed you as well.” 

 How could his mother say that she did not love him? It was clear that she did. She was just a bit bashful, that was all. 

“Where are you going? To the Fadesongs?” Valerya lowered her gaze and bobbed her head. “May I walk you there, greatest beauty that’s ever been?” 

 Her face went so red that she kept quiet for several spells. “Please,” she said in the end, offering him her arm. 

 They walked together in loving silence, and all he could do was stare at the golden locks that spilled past her shoulders, scintillating in the sun. 

“You’re so beautiful, Valerya.” 

“Darling, you should save these compliments for those more deserving.” 

 Darling? That was not a term he had heard her use before. Odd. Was this one of the things she picked up from her daily visits? “Like Elvyra?” 

 Valerya took that to heart. “She’s certainly more beautiful than I can ever dream to be.”

“Valerya, I was only kidding! You’re the most beautiful.”

“Have you even seen Elvyra?” she asked pointedly. 

“Not with mine own eyes, no… But I have seen pictures of her sold on the market.” 

“She is more dazzling in person than you can imagine.” 

 It saddened him to hear her speak that way of another woman. She really was the most beautiful. Certainly in his eyes. Since the topic was on the Fadesongs anyway, he thought to say, “I’ve heard rumors about Elvyra. That she engages with the beast races.” 

 Valerya held her tongue as they passed another couple, then said, “It’s certainly true that she has all sorts of people over at her place, including other members of the Horde.” 

“Beast races,” he corrected her. “Do not honor them by calling them anything else. Do not forget what they’ve done to your father.”

 He felt bad for what he said, because he could feel her shivering nervously. “N-No,” she stammered. “I w-won’t… Why did you just say t-that?” 

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to bring up a sensitive topic…” 

 He reached the gates of the Fadesong palatial estate, and there they said their goodbyes. “I will wait for you to finish here,” he said.

“Please, don’t!” she begged. “I don’t know how long it will take.” 

 Faelyn smiled. “What better thing do I have to do but wait for my love? Please, take your time. I will indulge in my usual activities.” 

 He watched her go, her dress swaying as she went past the guards and into the estate proper. The armed sin’dorei stood by watchfully, their lambent eyes staying with Faelyn. 

 Faelyn took out one of the several books he carried in his bag and sat down in the waiting area and began to read. His love was right to warn him about not waiting for her, because the day was losing light and she had still not emerged from within. 

 Still, he waited for too long to go now. 

 Once dark, he considered that perhaps she would be staying the night. He went to one of the guards and asked him nicely if he could deliver a message for him. The elf nodded and went off, and returned shortly after with a handwritten message from Valerya. “Please, darling, do not wait for me. I will spend the night here.” 

 That saddened him. He sat back down on the bench, enjoying the clean night air and light of the stars. Then he heard it in the distance. The clamor of armor and approaching footsteps. 

 An orc rode on the top of a great wolf and came closer to the residence, surrounded by other orcs. Their leader was old, however, with a deeply scarred face, a dirty grey beard, and two braids descending down the side of his head. 

“I am here to see the Fadesong elf,” he barked. 

“Your name?”

 He snorted, as if that were clear. “Kovnok Goreeye.” 

 The guards stepped aside and let him enter, though the rest of his retinue stayed behind. 

 Faelyn was shocked by the name he heard. He knew that name. It was the name of the orc that killed Vacrys Sunspell, Valerya’s father. What could this orc possibly be doing here? 

 He rushed up to the guards and tried to explain who he was, demanding they warn Valerya. “Step aside,” they ordered harshly. “None may enter without the permission of our lady.” 

 This was madness. He went around the walls of the estate and brought himself over the walls with a levitation spell. Perhaps this made him a lawbreaker, but he did not care. He needed to find Valerya. 

 Strangely, none of the servants asked any questions upon seeing him. He felt so confident after a while that he gave up looking and just asked one, “Can you take me to the lady?” 

“I would, sire, but the lady has guests.”

“I am among them,” said Faelyn confidently. 

“And you are?”

“Faelyn Cinderglade.” 

 Though a servant, she showed distaste at that name. But if her mistress indulged in the company of the beast races, which now seemed proven true, then there was no surprise to see a lower-class elf being invited. 

 The servant nodded and led him. 

 They did not go up as he expected, but below, entering a cool subterranean area lit by ghostly pale flames. He could hear the most beautiful voices singing as harps played in unison. As they made their way down a corridor, he began to see the trophies that decorated the walls. Relics from distant lands, unknown weapons, even some dried heads. Rather macabre, all things considered. 

 Before them stood a great ivory double-door made up of different reliefs done in gold that Faelyn knew represented the history of the Fadesongs. The servant knocked. “My lady? I have a guest for you.” 

“Enter,” came a feminine, but deep voice. 

 The extravagance of the room left Faelyn speechless. 

 There was a waterfall with a pool at one corner, which he soon realized was not water, but wine. Another circular pool was at the center of the room, this one with some glowing fish moving through it, while intricately carved boats floated on the water with different foodstuffs. At another corner of the room was a mound of pillows over which different sin’dorei sat, all female, all naked, either singing or playing their harps. Every so often, one of them reached down for the hookah before them and drew from it. 

 Between the waterfall and the band was the massive skin of a beast Faelyn did not recognize made into a comfortable rug. Sitting in the middle was the orc, Kovnok, while Valerya and Elvyra sat to either side. 

 The Fadesong’s long and elegant eyebrows moved as she spotted Faelyn. “And who is this?”

 Valerya gasped. “Faelyn?” 

“Ah.” That seemed to provide all the answers for Elvyra. “Welcome, Faelyn.” 

 Looking at the orc, he rushed forwards, “Lady Fadesong, Valerya, you must know who this creature is. He is the one that slew your lord father!” 

 The orc laughed, but it sounded like grunting. Valerya lowered her gaze, while Elvyra kept hers on Faelyn, unsurprised. “We know who he is. That’s why he is here. Valerya has been traumatized by the death of her father for far too long. That’s why I invited Kovnok to my home.”

 Faelyn did not understand what purpose that served. But how could he speak against a Fadesong in her own home?...

“Come, Faelyn,” she said, patting the rug right next to her. “Sit with us.” 

 The servant left and shut the door behind her. Faelyn glanced over at the nude singer that looked lost in her drugged euphoria, then sat down next to the Lady Fadesong. Her beauty was not lost on him, though his affection would always be for Valerya. Her cheekbones were high and her jaw was squarish, the effects of which were only worsed by the short boyish hair. But her long and feminine ears were exquisite, and the bosom moving under her dress was far beyond the usual size of a sin’dorei. Despite her masculine face, these two striking features made her appear oddly feminine. 

“So, Kovnok, will you continue your story? Perhaps start it over for our guest.” 

 The old orc took up his drink and upended it down his throat, then sniffed in amusement. “Right. My story. I was stationed in the Plaguelands on the orders of our warchief when this party of damned elves came across me. I had entered the Ghostlands to scavenge some plants for our alchemist when they started harassing me. I said I’d leave, but that wasn’t enough for them. They wanted to kill me for trespassing.” 

 As they should have, thought Faelyn angrily. 

“The rest happened quickly. One of them attacked me and I shoved him out of the way. He was so light and small that it felt bad - like fighting young boys. At the time, I was reluctant to kill any of them because I actually thought they were women.”

 Elvyra’s interest pricked up. “Oh?”

 “It’s hard for us to tell the difference between male and female elves. The males look just like the females.” 

“You fucking animal!” snapped Faelyn. “You will take that back!” 

 The orc ignored him and moved his huge green hand towards the water. Instead of going for any of the heavenly dishes floating on the little boats, it shot inside and grabbed one of the fish instead. He ripped its head off with his teeth and spat that back into the water, then chewed its raw and scaly body as he uttered a simple, “No.” 

“I apologize for our guest,” said Elvyra. “Understanding other cultures can be difficult.” 

 Kovnok just stared at Faelyn. “I thought he was a girlelf too.” 

 At this point, he could tell the orc was only looking to provoke him, so he checked his anger. The sweet Valerya was the most affected by this, her green lambent eyes blankly staring at her feet as she toyed with the golden string of her slippers. 

“Anyway,” said Kovnok. “I did away with all of them except the main elf. He came at me, charging like a lunatic. All I did was punch him, but I guess he was just too soft. He collapsed in front of me and I saw the cracked skull gushing blood.” 

 Valerya started shaking as she envisioned the final moments of her father’s life. Faelyn was about to speak up, but it was the orc that went first: “Perhaps she doesn’t want to hear this part.”

“Oh, no, she must hear it,” Elvyra insisted. “That is why we’re here. Please, continue.” 

“I wanted to save his life. I got down and tried to mend his wound, but the damned elf wouldn’t stop cursing at me. Even as I tried to clean up the wound and heal it until we could get him back to safety, he pulled a dagger and stabbed me in the side of my chest. Well, that was the end of that. I crushed that little fucker underfoot like a bug. I could hear him shrieking but it was far too late for mercy. I stomped his head into mush.” 

 Elvyra sighed. “This is what happens when people can’t think straight due to their prejudice.” What was she saying? Was she blaming the Sunspell for his actions instead of this fiendish orc? “What do you feel about what Kovnok just said, Valerya?”

 The blonde lifted her head and spoke with trembling lips, “It was awful.”

“Don’t you think you owe him an apology? On behalf of your father?” 

 Valerya gasped. “An apology?”

“Surely you’re joking,” said Faelyn. 

 The Lady Fadesong turned to him with disdain. “Enough out of you, or I’ll have you removed from my presence.” Her gaze went back to Valerya. “Think about it, darling. Your father could have lived if he hadn’t been such a bloody racist. That’s what killed him. It wasn’t Kovnok.”  

 Valerya blinked as if she just made a great realization. “I’m sorry…” she said, still sounding confused. 

“You’ve hated poor Kovnok for so long,” Elvyra went on. “Cursed him in your mind. Now it’s time to make things right. It’s time to form a bond much stronger than what existed before.” 

 A bond? This was pure madness. There was no bond to be formed between orcs and elves. The former were savages. Brutes. Animals. Slow-witted beasts that could only understand killing. That a Fadesong would be spouting such nonsense disgusted him. What happened to the bravest of the sin’dorei? Surely his love would not fall for such idiocy.

“But how?” asked Valerya.

 Lady Fadesong smiled and whispered into Kovnok’s ear. The orc laughed again, then rose, his body so gigantic that they all felt like children compared to him. He began by stripping his chest piece and dropping it on the rug behind him, then went along with the rest until the only thing left was a tiger skin loincloth overhanging his crotch. But while it hid a part of his shaft, the elves could see the rest of his huge cock hanging down and casting a shadow over the muscular thigh. 

 The sight of it cut Faelyn’s breath. Truly a beast… Elvyra smiled to see it. Valerya put a hand up to her mouth in shock and leaned away. 

 Kovnok sat down again, crossing his legs and covering up the dick as best as he could. He eyed Valerya. “Your turn now.” 

“W-What?” stammered the elf. “No, I can’t…” 

 Fadesong or not, Faelyn saw enough of this. He stood up and tried pulling Valerya up by the wrist. “Come, my love, we are leaving.”  

 The happy face of Elvyra turned sour. “Did I give you permission to stand, you Cinderglade whelp?” She whispered a spell and potent magic erupted from her fingers, coiling around his body. It constricted him and dropped him to his knees, barely able to breathe, the energy making its way up to his mouth until it silenced him. Then it slowly released, giving him enough space to breathe without allowing any movement. 

“Now, where were we? Go on, darling. Stand up and undress for Kovnok.” 

 Whether it was because of the pressure of her lower status or the fear that Elvyra might cast a spell on her as well, his beloved stood up and disrobed. Faelyn looked up at her from the ground, the first time in his life that he ever saw her nubile body in such a light. The slender golden limbs he dreamed of were completely revealed, along with her petite bum and delicate bosom. She wore an intricate lingerie that Elvyra noted with admiration. 

 The orc licked one of his fangs, ravishing her with his brutish eyes. Faelyn was so aroused by the sight of her wearing so little that he could barely think. 

 Valerya sat back down next to the orc and kept her gaze lowered. The orc reached out and traced a huge gnarled finger up and down her arm. His beloved shivered breathlessly. 

“Go on, Valerya,” said Lady Fadesong. “Let go of your anger and give Kovnok some love. Don’t you like his muscular frame?” 

 The elf lifted her green eyes and let them move instinctively over the steely pecs of the grizzled orc warrior. “He’s very strong,” she admitted, gulping. 

“You can touch him, you know. Go ahead.” 

 Faelyn did not think his beloved would do it. He stared at her, screaming internally as he watched the orc desecrating her holy body with his touch. To his shock, she reached out and placed her small hand on his forearm, caressing the green arm until she reached his massive bicep. He was so much bigger than her that the palm could barely cover the terrifying mound of muscle. 

 Valerya stared at him, her body shaking along with her labored breaths. As she locked eyes with him, she whispered, “I’m sorry.” 

“Nothing for you to be sorry for, little elf.” Kovnok pushed her blonde locks back with his single baton of a finger and grinned mischievously. 

 Growing confident, Valerya put both her hands on his chest and moved her fingers gingerly across the strong pecs, feeling the hard packs of muscles under the rough green skin. Though he was supposed to be an old man, his body was that of a gleaming sculpture. 

 Faelyn could not understand what was happening. Why was she doing this? Was she under the effect of some drug or some spell? This was the filth that killed her father! And he was right next to her on the ground, paralyzed! Was she completely shameless? Valerya! he screamed at her in his mind. Valerya, please stop! Please!

 His beloved heard nothing and went on exploring the warrior’s body with great interest, growing more daring with every passing second. Her hands took the time in admiring his scarred flesh, the pale fingers moving over them in reverence, the small blood elf entirely mesmerized by the strength and size of his body. 

 Elvyra started touching him from the other side, her black nails scraping over his skin. “The orcish body is a magnificent thing.” 

 Kovnok snorted derisively. “You should see orc women. They can crush heads with their thighs. Many humans have fallen to their siren song.” He stretched and yawned, then laid back on his elbows as he spread his legs before him, moving his feet and calves into the pool with the fish. 

 In there with all the food? thought Faelyn, wanting to throw up just thinking about it. A savage! A pure savage! Though as he himself looked at the orc’s body, he could not deny that it was extraordinary. As a boy he had always dreamed of the dragons in the stories, and this was as close as he had ever come to a being whose physical presence was as imposing as he imagined a dragon’s would be. Nevertheless, it was painful to witness Valerya touching him in a way that he himself had never been touched by her… 

 Would she even feel the same way if she touched his small elvish frame?

 As the two elves caressed down to his abs, the orc’s cock slowly hardened and rose along with the flap of tiger skin. Valerya traced down to the side of his body where she found a particularly nasty scar. 

“That’s where your father gutted me,” he explained. “It nearly killed me.” 

“I am so sorry,” Valerya gushed, sounding apologetic. Her fingers rubbed the spot lovingly, as if she were trying to wash it away. Then he leaned in and placed her warm lips against it. They closed in over his scar and stayed there for some time. 

 The sound of the kiss was like a dagger into Faelyn’s back. No, Valerya, no! They were supposed to kiss each other. He was going to take her first kiss. What was this!?

 The wet lips opened as she licked over the scar, tasting him; she kissed the scar again, her fingers winding their way over the amazing pack of abs right above it.

“You see,” Elvyra cooed, “love is better than hatred.” 

  The orc’s green hand moved to Valerya’s bra and pulled it out of the way, revealing the long and hardened nipples underneath. “Take it off,” he ordered. 

 Valerya did as told and unclasped the bra, blushing as she covered her flat chest with both her hands. Kovnok pulled them away and moved his fingertips appreciatively along her collarbone. “I’m sorry they’re so small…” 

“Don’t be,” said the orc with grin. “They’re beautiful. I prefer them this way.” 

 Elvyra giggled and gave Valerya a look. “Lucky you.”

 This was a nightmare. That filthy orc was touching her. Touching the love of his life in ways he never did. Her body would forever be ruined now. How could Faelyn ever be able to look at her again without picturing those green hands rubbing down her little pale body? He’s the monster that crushed your father’s head in! he wanted to remind her.

 The orc’s cock kept growing until it pushed the loincloth back completely. It rose like a mountain between his legs, a girthy rod of pure muscle throbbing from the powerful veins that went up to the tip, stretching until it more than halfway down his thighs.

 Not only were the two elves at his side staring at it, but even a few from the band stopped playing, too focused to be able to do anything else. 

 Elvyra gave Valerya an almost motherly smile full of affection. “Go on.” 

 Blushing, Valerya put her fingertip on the base of his cock and took it all the way up to the twitching head, sensing every bump in his shaft. Then both her hands wrapped around it and her lips came down to touch it. She kissed it breathlessly and placed her cheek against it, closing her eyes as it snuggled against her face.

 Valerya, how could you be such a whore? They were supposed to be together. Faelyn spent years trying to help her get over the tragic death of her father. She wept every time! They held hands and stargazed, talking about a future together and how they wished for the sin’dorei to rise and wage war until all of Kalimdor got cleansed. Did she forget all of this? 

 The beautiful blood elf worshiped the pulsating green head, cooing as she got a proper drop of seed out of him, then kissed him repeatedly in thanks. “It’s so big,” she cooed, starting to grin as her hands could barely stroke the enormous monstercock.

 Kovnok suddenly grabbed her by the throat and yanked her up to his eyes. “You like that, do you? You want to make your father proud?” He kissed her on the mouth and she kissed him back, moving her fingers over his scarred head and rubbing the grey braids between her fingers. 

 He took off her panties and the juices running down her thighs gleamed in the bluish light. Grinning, he brought her on top of his dick and slowly pushed it into her.

 At first, Valerya yelped and cried out, shivering as her tender pussylips were forced open and stretched around the indomitable girth of his cock. Faelyn thought that she would weep and run away. But by the time it was halfway, she had gotten adjusted to the size, and much to the surprise of her lover and admirer, she herself came down over the rest of the shaft, shivering as it slid deep inside of her. 

 That a small body like that could take a cock so big was nothing short of a miracle, but the orc slapped her small ass without as much of a congratulations and put his massive hands around her waist as they started to fuck. It was not so much her riding him as Kovnok holding onto her like a toy and grinding his throbbing dick against her insides. 

 Valerya cooed and scratched his hands and arms. She dropped her head back with a lamenting moan. Her fingers came up and stretched the pink nipples, twisting them as he fucked her, her high-pitched groans and screams coming much more often as he picked up the pace. The orc took her at an angle and laughed as she begged for him to fuck her in mindbroken pleasure. The small pale hands went down to her tummy where the throbbing shaft could be seen making its way up into her body. 

 Faelyn would have given anything to be the one doing that to her instead. But in truth, he was nowhere near as big as that orc. Likely, he would never have the courage to show himself to her again given this performance. The massive cock was doing things to her body that he never knew were possible and there were beyond the realm of male elves to do in turn…

 Sweat trickling down her body, Valerya held Kovnok’s old eyes and giggled with delight as he ruined her with his monstrous thrusts. Elvyra watched it unfold with the satisfaction of an artist having finished her work. “Well, you hated him before? How do you feel now?” 

 “I love you,” she cooed at Kovnok. “I love you so much.” 

  The orc slapped her ass and grunted darkly. “Calm down.” 

“I do… I love you…” she said, an expression of blissful pleasure coming over her loving face. 

 To Faelyn, it looked exactly like the face of addicts. Just like those high on too much power…

 Elvyra bit her lip and smirked. “If I had the power to bring your father back, darling, what would you prefer? Would you rather have him back or have this orc dick inside of you?”

“This dick, please!” shouted Valerya, sounding far too serious. “It’s all I want. It’s all I want. All I need is orc cock.” 

 The orc pinched her small ass cheeks till she cried. “You’re making your father proud right now. Look at you taking that orc dick.” 

 Faelyn would have wept if he could. These levels of humiliation went beyond anything he could have conceived of by himself in a nightmare. The sadness inside was replaced by a cold death drive. A desire to murder not just the orc but everyone in this room, and top it off with his own suicide. Everyone deserved to die for bearing witness to this. 

 He took her from me, he thought, and the tears came in spite of him telling himself not to cry. 

 Looking bored with Valerya, the orc suddenly bounced her up and down his dick more savagely than before, hitting her so hard that she whined helplessly. With a few hard grunts and spasms of his muscles, he finished coming inside of her and tossed her away like a wet rag.

 The shivering Valerya needed to be helped by Elvyra, who stroked her face and calmed her down. 

 The orc pulled his feet out of the water, then got dressed. “This was a pleasant visit.”

“You should come again,” said Elvyra.

“I might. You’re not the only elf in this city that has business with me.” 

 Valerya still couldn’t speak. The orc finished putting on his gear, then gave her a playful slap. “Sorry for your loss.” 

 Faelyn was relieved to see the orc leave. He was beginning to calm down, and the spell lost enough of its potency that he managed to make a few sounds.

“Oh. Right. I forgot about you.” Lady Fadesong snapped her fingers and the spell released its hold. “Did you enjoy the show?” 

 Faelyn wiped the drool from his mouth and clambered to his feet. “You’re sick!” he shouted. He wanted to be strong. “You’re sick! How could you do this to us?” 

 Elvyra shushed him and rose, then sashayed over and put her hands on his shoulders. “Don’t cry. There’s no need to cry. Look at how happy Valerya is.” 

 As he glanced down, he did see the dreamy look on his beloved’s face. Her hand caressed her tummy where the orc unloaded his corrupted seed while her trembling thighs were spread out on the rug, her pussy slowly oozing his thick load. 

“You love her, don’t you?” whispered Lady Fadesong. She wiped his tears. “Don’t you?”

“Yes…” 

“Put aside your feelings for a moment and think about how happy that made her. You could make her this happy all the time.” 

“I could?...”

 Lady Fadesong pressed her forehead against his and smiled. “Of course. You could be there to support her when she gets fucked by these beasts.”

“You said…” Beasts? She said they were to be respected. “You said…” 

“Shhh,” whispered the older sin’dorei. “Calm yourself. Orcs have few uses for our kind, but this is one of them. Do you want to make her happy right now?”  

 Faelyn suppressed a violent sob and grunted in affirmation. “Yes.” 

“Then come. Do as I tell you.” 

 He was not sure what the words would lead to when she grabbed him by the hand and pushed him to his knees. Lady Fadesong held his golden locks back, then lowered his face down towards his beloved’s steaming and oozing pussy.

“No…” he said, already smelling the nasty orc seed. “No…” 

“Yes,” insisted Fadesong, her grip getting just a little tighter. 

 Tears came down his face as his lips made contact with her pussy and the hot seed. He kissed her, sobbing, tasting the filthy orc load, then just gave in to the orders and brought his tongue out, scooping it into his mouth like a good boy. He licked at her lips to clean them, leaving them spotless, then stuck his tongue inside and sucked and slurped every drop of cum out of her womb.

“That’s right,” said Elvyra. “Look how good you are at this.” 

 

 Faelyn learned the history of the Horde to better serve his masters. 

 In the aftermath of that traumatic event, he had concluded two things: that the higher-class elves were all loathsome, and that the Horde was needed to deal with them. Only a month later, a group of orcs and tauren had come and raided the Fadesong estate after he sent a damning report to Orgrimmar. Elvyra’s conspiracies against the orcs cost her her life and those of her family, and it ended with her public rape in the middle of Silvermoon before she got dragged off to Horde capital for a proper trial. 

 Finally, the Warchief was going to kill off these damned aristocrats that thought they owned the world. 

 Faelyn became a true believer. Oddly enough, despite his humiliation, he grew the spine he never knew he had and finally confronted those around him. At first his reasoning was that there was not much lower to fall. But as he excelled over those that were supposed to be his betters, he started wondering if he wasn’t their superior all along, class distinctions be damned. 

 Many of the sin’dorei now felt threatened by the Horde, realizing they couldn’t simply use the orcs as a tool for their own ends, and so tried fighting back. The Horde forces won with the support of the local populace, and soon the streets were crowded with huge orcs meant to keep the peace. 

 Every day, he would invite the brave orc masters to his home, where his beloved Valerya, now his wife, could help to serve them as they deserved. The male blood elves did not deserve the touch of their wives, though the good ones among them could take pleasure in the sight of them pleasing their great masters.

 Nothing made him happier than to clean the weapons of his green gods and oil their armor as his wife knelt between their strong thighs and worshiped their throbbing monster cocks. He knew that many other sin’dorei had come around to the idea, and Faelyn planned to travel and research through the high elf archives and see if this had any precedent. Either way, he was planning to write the history of this momentous event.

 Later that year, Valerya got close to one of the orc squads that wanted her to accompany them back to Orgrimmar. She was worried that Faelyn might refuse her that pleasure, but he insisted that she go and follow their every command, no matter where it led. 

“Go and make them happy,” he said, and watched her stroll into the group of half a dozen orc warriors, only imagining what adventures and what pleasures were coming her way. 

“For the Horde!” he whispered with a beaming smile as he watched one of the orcs put a huge arm around his wife’s waist and slapped her small ass.

