Chapter 2 - Losing Control (MM/F, M NTR)

(This contains NTR. Don't say I didn't warn you, because now I have, twice. :) )

Jaina Proudmoore found a new interest, one completely unrelated to books or politics, but she certainly valued it nearly as muh, if not more. For the next few days, she traveled to the various parts of Orgrimmar, familiarized herself with the people. It wasn't easy, but she buried down this new found desire, the desire for Orc cock.

Surrounded by Orcs, it wasn't easy. As Thrall explained something to her and her apprentices, she found herself day dreaming looking at his crotch, or at warriors nearby, idly wondering how big their green packages were.

"... The Kor'kron usually spar and train over there. They're the elite warriors of the Horde. Now, any other questions?"

The apprentices glance between one another, a few shaking their heads.

Thrall says, "Good. Let's break for lunch."

One by one, the mages walked away, heading over to a half-dozen picnic tables set out with a few choice Orc delicacies including boar and lizard. The cuisine had grown on the apprentices and some of them eagerly approached their meals now. Jaina is about to join them until Thrall grabs her by the shoulder.

Her whole body shudders as she eyes his big green hand. Jaina had been masturbating every night remembering their encounter, but after coming to her senses, she knew it was a very, very bad idea to continue on with the Orc warchief.

"Jaina, you look a bit sick. Should I call one of the shamans?"

The blonde shakes her head and says, "No, just a bit hot is all."

It was a huge understatement. The heat in Durotar was intense. Theramore was always pleasant enough to have sea breezes and fleeting rains to keep them cool, but the rocky desert surrounding Orgrimmar was rough, hot, and dry. It never rained and wind was a myth. It was a miracle the Orcs could grow anything here.

Thrall releases her shoulder and says, "Ah, very well. I've been meaning to mention, about the other day..."

She turns to face him and quickly shakes her head, "Let's just... just forget and move on."

"You're right. Both leaders of our people, it would be a bad idea. However, you cannot deny the hunger within you, Jaina. It will eat you alive. Consume your every thought."

Thrall leans in closer and whispers in her ear, "Once a non-Orc experiences our dicks and imbibes our cum in their orifices, they cannot turn back. You must sate your lust."

Jaina blushes and steps back, afraid she might jump Thrall again after talking like that.

"H-How then? How can an Arch Mage hope to indulge such childish desires without consequence? Without discovery."

She shakes her head, "I... I will move on. It was just sex."

Thrall steps up to her and places one big green finger between her legs. He's mere inches from her body, but his form is enough to prevent anyone from noticing he was rubbing her clit through her silk breeches.

"It wasn't just sex, Jaina. It was an awakening. I know the look in your eyes."

Jaina nearly moans as his large digit rubs her love button, but he pulls his hand back nearly as quickly as he'd placed it.

"As future partners in domesticating Kalimdor, I will offer you a discreet indulgence. Head to the small tavern at an outpost called Razor Hill. 30 minutes to the south of here on foot. Look for a grunt wearing Kor'kron armor."

Jaina sighs and says, "I can't Thrall, I'm afraid of getting... addicted. Besides, how do I know he would keep his silence?"

"Because he is Kor'kron. They would die at my command."

Thrall's attention is grabbed by a nearby legionnaire who says, "Warchief, an emissary from Darnassus has arrived!"

The warchief nods at Jaina and says, "Excuse me, Jaina Proudmoore."


* * * * * * * *

Jaina returned to her lodging at the warchief's hold and stayed there until dark. The mages all slept in hammocks, bunked 2 by 2. There were six to a room, but the Warchief allotted her one of the few beds and it was clear her room used to also be meant for 6 people, albeit very cramped. It wasn't half the size of her combined living chambers and library tower at Theramore. 

The meager accommodations didn't bother her. She spent most of her time outside. The time spent in her room should've been for cataloging what was learned, but instead, it was spent with her naked on her bed playing with her pussy.

This night was no different, but this time, her fantasy wasn't consumed with Thrall. The blonde eagerly moved two fingers in and out of her pussy imagining this Kor'kron warrior. A brutal savage, one who would fuck her and break her, she hopes.

Her imagination goes wild as she tenders the thoughts of taking on the whole Kor'kron Guard, dozens of Orcs naked rippling with muscle and massive, green, cocks...

Jaina grunts in frustration and jumps off the bed. Looking out the window, it was clearly night time. The stars in Durotar were quite beautiful and it was something she did appreciate. The mage quickly dresses in her clothing from earlier, ignoring underwear completely, and proceeds to exit the warchief's hold.

The guards nod at her, but otherwise say nothing. They would certainly report to Thrall that she left suddenly in the middle of the night.

That bastard's gonna know, she thought, but let him, let him wish it was him instead.

Just as she hits the entrance of the hold, she sees one of her apprentice mages. The only male one to accompany the exchange, a red-haired 19 year old named Emerick. He was a bit pale and thin, and even a few inches shorter than Jaina.

"A-Arch Mage! Out for an evening stroll too?"

Jaina sighs in frustration and says, "Yes, Emerick. Durotar is quite beautiful, you know?"

He nods, "Yes, it is. Um... do you mind if I accompany you?"

"Emerick, I'm planning to meet a reagent vendor in an outpost called Razor Hill. It's a bit of a ways."

Emerick says, "Arch Mage, I should certainly go with you then... What if a monster or bandit were to attack you in the night? Our leader cannot go unescorted. Besides, I would really like to spend some time with you Jaina... I mean, Arch Mage."

It was beyond her power to tell this young man she was going to get railed by fat slut-conquering green cock. However, blowing him off further would be extremely suspicious.

"Fine, Emerick."

The mage silently hopes this Kor'kron Orc can take her somewhere private. Even though it was a serious risk to her exposure, Jaina was firm in her decision to get another green cock to plow her. Whatever it takes.

Without acknowledging him further, Jaina brushes by the apprentice mage who is a bit abashed at the Arch Mage's sudden rudeness, but follows a few steps behind her anyway. The two Mages make their way outside of Orgrimmar through the southern gates in no time and Jaina assumes the road going south will lead her to Razor Hill.

As cliffs rise on both sides of the road, leading them through a small canyon, Emerick asks, "So um... Arch Mage, do you often go for long walks? I like to do it after reading. Gives me time to think."

Jaina shrugs, "Sometimes, Emerick."

He nods, "Great! I think we have a lot in common Arch Mage."

Without looking at him, she continues walking and replies, "Just call me Jaina when we're alone Emerick."

Emerick blushes and says, "Y-yes, Arch Mage. I mean, Jaina."

Jaina stifles a laughter in her throat. The guy clearly had a thing for her. Little did he know he was escorting her to get fucked by a big burly Orc. 

"Something wrong, Jaina?"

"No, nothing... Let's stay quiet in case there's any monsters around."

"Right! Of course."

The two continue the next ten minutes of their journey in silence, with only the moon and starlight to guide them, and the occasional noise from somewhere in the distance making Emerick jump in fright, casting a firebolt into shadows.

At last, Razor Hill comes into sight. It was barely an outpost, more like a stack of sticks with some bonfires. The watch tower was its most prominent feature. The other structures making it up was an Orc Burrow, a barracks, and another structure that must be the tavern Thrall spoke of.

Jaina approaches the town, a few droplets of sweat on her brow and her feet a little sore. She turns around and sees Emerick in a much sadder state. He was drenched in sweat and had a scrapes on his knee from a small tumble he took. The barely-adult apprentice had likely never walked more than a mile on soft ground in his whole life.

Emerick steps up next to Jaina and says, "Whew, here we are. I could really use a drink. Do you... want one, Jaina?'

Jaina shrugs and says, "Sure, I guess."

Emerick smiles and takes the lead, heading for the only building with lights on, the large structure to their left. The smell of food and the sound of conversing voices reach their ears as they step into the patchwork building. Only a half dozen tables makeup this Orc tavern, with half of them occupied. About 10 Orcs and a few trolls are in the bar, relaxing with food and drink in hand. 

The apprentice mage approaches the bartender and immediately orders, "Two wines... if you have them."

Jaina pays no attention to him and instead scans the bar for an Orc wearing Kor'kron armor. It only takes her a few moment to find him. Or them, rather.

There are two Orcs, both wearing Kor'kron armor, at a table in the corner of the room. Their eyes dart to the two Humans standing out. Jaina slowly starts to smile and she takes only one step forward when she feels Emerick tap her shoulder.

She turns, agitated, "Ugh, what is it now?"

Holding two clay mugs with wine in it, Emerick says, "O-our drinks."

Jaina takes the mug and says, "Let's sit with those two Orcs over there."

Emerick looks quizzically at the two large Orcs in the corner and says, "They don't look very friendly. Wait, is one of them the reagent vendor you're looking for?"

Jaina was already in stride over to their table. She notices three chairs for some reason, rather than four. She takes a seat on the one across from the two Orcs and when Emerick catches up, his eyes dart back and forth futilely looking for a fourth chair.

"Um, Arch Mage..."

Jaina waves her hand dismissively, "Just stand."

Emerick shrugs and takes a sip from his wine. 

The two Kor'kron sitting across from her stare at two Humans wordlessly. Each one has a mug of brown ale and they seem to be nursing their beers rather generously. Jaina meets their stares silently for a few moments before saying in a lower voice, "Thrall told me to meet you here... Do we have an understanding?"

The emotionless face of both Orcs suddenly twist into grins. Both Kor'krons down their drinks in one gulp and the older of the two, with some grey in his hair and beard, raises his hand and yells to the barkeep, "Two more!"

He says to Jaina, "You're paying, Human."

Jaina smiles and turns to Emerick, "Pay for their drinks, Emerick. I'd appreciate it."

He nods, with a but of uncertainty, but he would always obey the Arch Mage.

Jaina says, "So, can we go somewhere private?"

The veteran says, "Orcs don't care. But Humans do I guess. Behind the barracks is fine."

The mage feels herself getting incredibly wet. She eyed the two Orcs like pieces of meat. Muscular, tall, green, pieces of thick meat about to pound her senseless. There was supposed to only be one, but a twisted part of her loves that there happens to be two hunks here to pound her pussy.

Emerick leans in behind Jaina and whispers, "Arch Mage, I strongly suggest you let me accompany you for the goods exchange. We don't know if-"

Jaina turns to face him and grabs his chin.

"Shut up, Emerick. I know what I'm doing. Wait here. It might be awhile. If you need to, acquire us some hammocks for the night."

Emerick says meekly, "Yes, Arch Mage."

The two Kor'krons receive their drinks, the veteran gives the Orc serving wench a firm smack on her ass as she walks away. The warriors down their drinks in one swallow once again before both rising and walking around the table toward the exit. Jaina walks out with them, an unrestrained grin on her face, as the Kor'kron escort her out like a slutty princess.

Emerick takes a seat at the now unoccupied table and looks into his drink, dejected. He takes a larger swig, much more than intended, and coughs up some immediately. 

At that point, the Orc serving wench returns to him and says, "You her slave?"

The mage shakes his head, "No.. goodness, no. Why?"

She shrugs, "No Orc man would let a woman boss him around like that. Figured that was the case."

Emerick shrugs, "She's my mentor. My superior. And I... I like her."

The wench laughs and says, "Your superior's about to get fucked silly. Sorry baby. Next drink's on me."

* * * * * * * *

Jaina follows the Orcs to a structure across the road, the 'barracks' apparently. Rather than go inside, the two Kor'kron warriors lead her around the building and to her surprise, Jaina finds a few straw beds. It wasn't the feather ones she was accustomed to, but it would have to do.

The Kor'krons remove their armor, piece by piece, and set it carefully on nearby racks. Each piece of thick plate looks incredibly heavy, but the warriors effortlessly handle the gear. The last thing set down is their axes on the weapons rack nearby. 

Jaina chews on her lip as she observes the magnificent specimens before her. Nothing but thick, green, muscle from head to toe, and each Orc about a foot taller than her. They wear nothing but loincloths now, which do very little to hide the huge bulges between their legs. 

She approaches them a bit nervously, hardly believing this fantasy was real. Jaina's soft hands reach out and touch each package still concealed by a scraps of cloth tied together around their groins. She rubs each one, feeling their growing hardness, and turns to kiss the veteran Orc to her left. He opens his mouth and ravishes the blonde's tongue. Just like Thrall, this Orc's tongue was a bit larger than hers. He controlled the kiss, pushing her tongue in whatever direction he wished, occasionally smacking lips to make Jaina moan in response. 

The other Orc wasn't going to sit idle with the soft Human rubbing his crotch. He reaches one large hand behind her and grabs her ass. Large, soft, and exotic in color, to the younger Kor'kron. He squeezes Jaina's right ass cheek hard enough to make the mage twitch forward. The pain was minor, but it turned her on immensely. The crotch of her white pants were soaked through, more apparent than usual due to her decision to not wear panties.

Eventually, she switches to make out with the other Orc. While the older one had a much calmer, more practiced approach, the younger warrior grabs the back of her head impatiently and holds it in place as his tongue forces its way into her mouth. He seeks to dominate her completely, preventing her from moving her head or backing away from the kiss at all.

The veteran Orc reaches to grab Jaina's other voluptuous ass cheek, but rather than just squeeze, it slides his hands underneath the waistband and groans as his rough palm makes contact with such soft, white, flesh. He quickly pulls her pants down to her ankles to get full access to her ass.

The veteran says, "Human slut. Came looking for Orc dicks. Realized Humans can't fuck at all, huh?"

Jaina's thighs had rivulets of female juices dripping as far as her knee. Her bare horniness should've been enough to convince them of her arousal, but he wanted more.

Jaina is finally released from the kiss and she says, "They're so small. And they don't last at all. And their cum is... disgusting to taste. Not like yours..."

The Arch Mage shirks off her cloak and drops to her knees on the straw bed. She grabs the knot of each loincloth and unties them at the same time. Her eyes go wide and she smiles wide, like a kid receiving their favorite toy on Christmas Day, as both thick green cocks flop out at the same time, fully hard and dripping precum.

Thrall had an impressive girth of 13 inches and wrist-thickness. These two Orcs easily matched the Warchief. One was a little bit longer, the other was a little thicker. 

Jaina spits twice on each of her palms and reaches out to the cocks. Their warmth against her hands is welcomed as she strokes as much of their lengths as possible, going from the tip to about halfway down the base. 

Jaina says, her voice dripping with arousal, "So it IS true... You're all big dicked hunks, huh?"

The veteran nods, "Big? This is average, Human. You want big, go see Drek'Thar."

The younger Orc elbows him, "Or Nazgrel. That bastard could fuck a dragon."

Jaina barely hears them as she rubs their cocks against her lips and her face, purring in desire. She takes deep breaths, inhaling their musky, sweaty, scent. The mage loved everything about these Orcs, and their cocks. She wanted, no, needed, to taste them now.

Just as she takes the head of the veteran's cock into her mouth, she hears a male voice behind her, "A-Arch Mage!"

* * * * * * * *

Emerick finished his drink, and the one given to him for free. And the next one. He couldn't believe Jaina Proudmoore had lead him here so she can have a taboo fling. He had to believe in her. The waitress had no idea what she was talking about.

The apprentice was certainly tipsy now, so in good conscious, he cut himself off and switched to water. The water tasted awful, but he didn't mind it as much in his current state. 

He silently watched the goings on of the small tavern. A few Orcs were getting handsy with the waitress, but she didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, she pushed out her breasts and encouraged the Orcs to do more. It was likely she was going to let someone fuck him tonight.

Emerick walks over to the waitress. He smooths down his blue mage robe and approaches the busty Orc woman with a smile.

"Hey, miss... um..."

The Orc woman turns and looks him in the eye. She even had a few inches in height on the young mage.

"Igra."

Emerick continues, "Igra. Yes... Um, could I buy you a drink? Maybe look at the stars together?"

Igra laughs much harder than Emerick liked. After she finishes, she says, "You want to... oh god. No, Human."

Emerick, getting a bit angry, asks, "Why not? You only date Orcs?"

Igra nods, "Yes. How big is your dick, anyway? 8? 9?"

Emerick looks at the floor and mumbles, "4."

Igra laughs again, even harder than before.

"4! By the gods, I didn't know they came that small. Sorry, Human, this pussy is Orcs only."

Her bluntness stung Emerick hard and he storms out. He can hear a few of the other Orcs laughing as he leaves. In his inebriated state, he slips and goes face first into the dirt. He stands up, trying to pat the dust off of his robe and sighs.

"Behind the barracks... I have to see for myself."

Emerick holds onto the faint hope his Arch Mage is hear for professional reasons and not committing the ultimate taboo, not only as a Human, but as the leader of Theramore.

The mage stumbles across the road and he hears voices. He recognizes one as Jaina's. The fact they're talking is a good sign, he figures. As he rounds the building, he's welcomed to the sight of Jaina on her knees before the same two Kor'kron warriors from before. Emerick's eyes go wide and his brain freezes. He sees his Arch Mage taking one of their filthy green dicks into her mouth.

"A-Arch Mage!"

* * * * * * * *

Jaina hears Emerick's voice and she tries to ignore it at first, hoping she just imagined it. Then, she hears him shout again and she hears footsteps across the dirt. They stop at the foot of the straw bed she's kneeling on.

Jaina sucks on just the head of the veteran Orc's shaft, licking and coating it in her spit. Just then, she's rewarded by a generous dollop of precum. She moans as she tastes her new favorite treat. Just a single taste was enough to make her forget everything, but the voice yelling at her got louder.

"This is... this is treason, Arch Mage! How could you?!"

Jaina groans and stands up. The corners of her lips were wet from the sloppy kissing and sucking on the Orc's cock. 

She smooths her long, blonde hair backwards and looks Emerick in the eye.

"What. Do. You. Want."

The red-haired apprentice stutters, "T-This is an outrage! The Orcs will never respect us now! How can we be their equals with you... you fucking two of their soldiers!?"

Jaina shrugs and says, "Maybe we're not their equals, Emerick."

The veteran Kor'kron approaches Jaina from behind and places his big, meaty cock between her ass cheeks. He slowly grinds his cock against her anus while his large arms reach underneath Jaina's to grab her breasts. He squeezes and kneads them through her blouse. The mage grinds her rump back against the cunt-conquering cock and she closes her eyes, moaning in pleasure.

Emerick says, "You can't be serious. We defeated them in war! They came to US for help. We... we enslaved them."

The last part of the apprentice's words are much quieter as he remembers exactly where he is. 

Jaina, barely listening, responds, "Yes, and now they're building... mmm... a new home here, while Lordaeron was reduced to... nothing... Oh, fuck!"

One of the veteran's hands slid from Jaina's left breast to between her legs. The large digit seems to find her clit instantly and he rubs the mage's love button with a careful, practiced, pace. 

The younger warrior strokes his cock slowly as he watches the older warrior heat her up and get her ready for the inevitable fucking.

Emerick says, "Enough, Arch Mage! I will report this to Theramore. I will-"

Jaina's eyes shoot open and she parts herself reluctantly from the big cock pushing against her ass. She shoves Emerick backward a few feet.

"You will, what? Out me? Have me replaced?"

She gets close enough to breathe on the apprentice's face. 

"You're so confident, Emerick. Why don't you pull out your dick and fuck me? Show me what a real man can do."

Emerick stutters, "J-Jaina, that's ridiculous-"

"Shut up. Get your dick out. Fuck me better than the other Orc fuck I had a few days ago. Do that, I will swear off Orcs forever, and you get to be my boyfriend. That's what you really want, right?"

Emerick paused and admired Jaina's wet pussy, dripping with arousal. His eyes drifted upwards toward her magnificent cleavage, barely restrained by her blouse, and finally returning to her icy blue eyes. 

"Well?"

The apprentice nods and wordlessly pulls his robe over his head. Underneath, he was in a simple white shirt and breeches. Despite everything, his breeches were tented, but his cock was clearly nowhere near the monsters standing a few feet away from both mages. 

Emerick is interrupted in removing his pants when Jaina drops to her knees and pulls them down in a single yank. Before her is an incredibly 'modest' prick. It was clearly throbbing with every inch it had, and it was only about twice as long as the average gold coin is wide. 

Jaina took her index finger and thumb and measured the white prick. Emerick groaned as he felt her breath on his shaft. 

"About 4, Emerick. 4.5 if we round up. You really think you can match those meat towers behind me?"

His eyes dart to the big Orcs. Both looked a bit impatient and annoyed at the interruption, but they did nothing other than stroke their huge cocks to maintain hardness. 

Emerick gulps and says, "Y-yes."

Jaina shrugs, "Let's see."

The Arch Mage drops to her back on the mattress and wags her finger for Emerick to approach. She knew the result of this already, but the only way to keep his silence was to humor, and by proxy, humiliate the sheltered fool. 

The apprentice drops to his knees and pushes the tip of his small cock against Jaina's folds. He moans in pleasure and Jaina watches him, an apathetic, if not bored look on her face. 

Emerick pushes his entire shaft in, worried about hurting the Arch Mage, but her lack of reaction indicates to him it must be okay. Emerick pulls his cock out and thrusts forward again. He increases his pace, but by the fifth thrust, it was too much. The warmth, the wetness, and the nearly naked Jaina, his all-time fantasy girl, was too much.

The apprentice squeezes his eyes shut, moans and gasps in pleasure. He pulls out and shoots a few drops of sperm across her belly. Six to be exact. Strangely, the semen was almost completely see through, only showing the barest tinge of white. Jaina assumes this indicates the trifecta: small dick, no stamina, and on top of that, lack of virility.

Jaina sighs and says, "Really? You didn't last a minute."

Emerick drops to his ass in the dirt, panting, "T-that's not fair. It's been a long time. I could make you cum if you let me go again."

Jaina stands up and says, "That wasn't the deal. Now I give you two options. Leave now, go back to the inn or Orgrimmar, I don't care, and tell whoever you want about my 'treason' and I'll tell them about your impotency. Or, I let you stay, you get to watch these two studs fuck me, and you swear your silence."

Emerick, unable to answer or hardly consider the offer, just sits there in shame and silence. Jaina gets tired of waiting and says, "I knew you'd want to watch. Now, let's get to the real fun."

Jaina drops to all fours on the straw mattress and the two Orcs, having waited far longer than they would've liked, take positions at both ends of the Arch Mage. The veteran Orc drops to his knees in front of her head and Jaina is quick to take the big green dick back into her mouth. She licks the shaft up and down as she takes as much as she can. The mage can fit nearly half the member into her mouth, as her gag reflex isn't what it used to be after a single fuck with Thrall. The younger warrior behind her lines his cock up with her pussy and hilts the colossal dick in one thrust. Jaina climaxes on the spot and clamps around the thick dick several times as she tries to ride through it without collapsing to the ground.

The mage succeeds in holding her ground and the two Orcs quickly find a rhythm of bouncing the blonde bimbo mage between the two of them. The veteran Orc hilts his cock into her throat each time the younger one pulls out, hands gripped on her thick hips, and pushes her forward.

The only sounds were of their balls slapping against her skin at either end and mumbling noises from their willing slut. Jaina was in heaven. The taste of the Kor'kron's precum was everything she remembered from her fuck with the Warchief. She happily gobbled up as much as his penis would leak onto her tongue and down her throat.

The similar haze of lust, caused by their seed according to Thrall, was descending upon her again. She forgot Emerick was even there, or had even interrupted them. She didn't even notice him slowly stroke his small prick back to full hardness as he watched his mentor get spit-roasted.

The younger Orc smacks Jaina's ass, leaving a bright red handprint on her thick, pale, butt cheek. Her entire body jiggles with each thrust. She had little muscle, but plenty of curves to pinch and knead.

The warrior plowing Jaina's pussy says in grunts, "Fuck, she's tight. The Warchief was right."

The veteran says, "Yes. She will fit in well, if she stays... Suck my balls."

Jaina withdraws her mouth from the Orc's cock. He starts stroking his member as she tries to take one of his huge green nuts into her mouth. She kisses and licks his sack before finally fitting one of them past her lips. She sucks on it eagerly, running her tongue over the wrinkled testicle. 

The veteran moans, "By Hellscream, she's eager."

Jaina continues to suck on his testicle until finally the veteran closes his eyes and roars as his orgasm hits. A torrent of cum unloads from the tip of his huge cock, splattering across Jaina's face, neck, and back. Several strings of thick, ropey, Orc jizz coats her back. The last squirt lands squarely between her cleavage. 

Jaina dutifully sucks on the tip of the member, swallowing any remaining seed and sucking out any left inside the magnificent member.

"Damn, that's hot. Time for your Orc baby, mage slut."

Jaina drops her head to the straw bed, now free to moan and scream her pleasure.

"Yes! Fuck me with that big green dick. I need your cum so badly!"

The mage bounces her ass backwards into the Orc's thrusts. The fucking is accentuated by wet sounds as her copious juices have coated the Orc's penis with a mixture of his own precum. 

The two go at it for awhile while the veteran Orc strokes his cock. He was interested to hear her scream, and he didn't want to yet cum by her mouth again.

Jaina screams, "Fuck, fill me now! Do it! I'm cumming!"

The Orc stands up, without removing his cock from her pussy, and crouches. His hands grip her ass, spreading her cheeks, and the real fucking starts. He angles his cock downward, stretching her pussy out even more so, as he furiously pounds in and out at a previously unknown ferocity to the blonde helpless mage beneath him.

Jaina mumbles incoherently as her orgasm rolls through her. She clamps down again, several times in succession, and the Orc finally reaches his limit.

"Filthy Human slut! Good for nothing but being an Orc dickhole!"

He roars and unleashes his own torrent of jizz into the mage's eager cunt. Jaina feels her belly bulge out again a little bit from the sheer amount plastering her womb and love tunnel. She reaches underneath herself and rubs her belly, cooing softly in pleasure at the thought of so much Orc jizz inside of her.

The younger Kor'kron pulls out and looks at her gaping pussy, leaking seed down her thighs.

He laughs and says, "Fuck, this bitch was meant for Orc dick."

The veteran pats his shoulder, "Nice work. All females meant for Orc dick."

Jaina mumbles, "Can't disagree there..."

She remembers her guest audience and Jaina lifts her head lazily, looking over to where she left Emerick. He was sitting there still, stroking his little prick, and by the look of the jizz on the ground, he'd cum at least one more time.

Jaina smiles and crawls over to him across the ground. She leans forward and gives one lick to the tip of his cock.

"See, Emerick? They're just superior. You can't help you were born Human. But you can still enjoy yourself."

Emerick nods silently, still shamed by every second of this.

Jaina gives one more long lick to his cock and says, "Okay, now I hope you really like this."

She turns her head back and says, "Now, boys, I want to try something different..."

The mage spreads her ass cheeks, showing off her pussy, still leaking seed, and her asshole.

"Your dicks. These holes. Go."

The two Orcs waste no time and reach the mage in a few strides. She giggles as the veteran lifts her into the air facing him and the mage wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Both moan as his big green dick slides into her slick pussy. 

The younger Orc approaches from behind and he plants a few kisses on Jaina's neck as he lines up his cock, still wet with a mixture of her and his juices, with her winking asshole, seemingly giving the Orc the go ahead.

Jaina says, "Fuck both, but you better both finish in my pussy, okay?"

They grunt in response. The younger Orc pushes the tip of his green penis into Jaina's ass with nothing but raw strength and the wetness of his dick mostly provided by Jaina's pussy. Jaina's mouth goes wide and she bites down on her lip as the huge member forces her open.

The Arch Mage had experimented with anal play in the past, but nothing this big had ever claimed her backdoor. Despite the initial pain, she endures it, accepts it, as if she knew it would get better. How could it not, it's an Orc cock, she explains to herself.

The Orc senses her tightness and he groans as he slowly pushes more inches into and past her tight ring of muscle. It seems like an eternity until the Orc is fully hilted into the all-too willing blonde. Jaina opens her eyes and looks behind her. She had to see it to believe the green meat was completely in her butt.

She whimpers, "Well, go! Fuck me, fuck me now!"

The two Orcs were warned by Thrall to go easy on her, and they had, but the slut had proved willing. There would be no more holding back.

"Stupid human slut wants Orc dick, you get it," the veteran mutters.

The Orcs pull out quickly, leaving all but the tips of their monstrous penises inside Jaina, before thrusting back inside just as quickly. Jaina gasps, "By the light!"

The pace doesn't 'start', nor does it 'begin,' it just is: furious, brutal, and unrelenting. The two grunts plow back and forth in near perfect, disciplined unison. Their balls slapping against the mage's skin, accompanied by her lewd, incoherent moans, are the only sounds in the night. 

The younger Orc rips her blouse, barely more than a bra, from her chest. Her huge white tits are finally released to the cool evening air, her big pink nipples erect with arousal. The veteran Orc quickly latches his mouth onto one of the pink nipples, licking and sucking hungrily, as if he expected milk to come out. The other tit is free to flop around as the mage is fucked vigorously.

Their ferocity and battle rage bleed into their sexual adrenaline. The grunts treat Jaina as a cum dumpster, a set of wet holes with a desire to be fucked thoroughly. And she would have it no other way.

Jaina's whole body ripples in pleasure. The occasional smacks to her tits and ass drive her wild, and will likely leave her sore. She rides into an orgasm and into another before she can form a coherent thought. The overload of pleasure and stimuli causes her scream and beg for 'Harder!'

The Orcs could go no harder. They'd never treated their worst captives with such a powerful, rough, reaming. Both Orcs plowed in and out without pause or slow. The wet squelching indicated Jaina's continued wetness from her sopping pussy. 

It was more than an hour of repetitive fucking between the three before the younger Orc pulls his cock from her ass, and in a swift movement, slides it into her pussy.

Jaina climaxes again, coating both cocks in an extra layer of her fluids. She would have it no other way.

"Slut is making me cum... Fuck."

The veteran looks at Emerick, who's still jerking off to the debauched scene in front of him, and says, "You fool. Should've never let her near Orcs. Perfect slut. Now she'll never go back."

Jaina shakes her head as she rolls through her ecstasy, "Who fucking cares? Breed me!"

The two Orcs were pushing their own limits. They went from pounding Jaina's asshole and pussy to both double pounding her eager cunt. Despite all of this, she was still asking, no, begging for more. It was the first time either Orc had seen anyone so eager and so hungry for the pinnacle of sexual euphoria.

Both green dicks slide in and out of the blonde's stretched love tunnel. It's not long before their balls start to churn and their dicks start to throb.

"Mmm... Proudslut, get ready to be seeded again."

She kisses the veteran and says, "Do it!"

Both Orcs growl and grunt as they hilt their green dicks at the same time. Their cocks twitch, throb, and blast her pussy with an even bigger load of jizz than before. The sheer mount of Orc seed has Jaina stare in awe has her stomach doubles, triples, quadruples in size and even still continues to expand. 

Jaina's own orgasm rolls in with the Orcs, but she's no longer capable of words.

Both Orcs remove their cocks with wet schlops and they drop the mage on the straw bed. Her belly was large now. Not obscenely large, but anyone would notice and assume the Arch Mage was in her second trimester.

The Kor'kron watch the mage, with a look of satisfaction that they finally sated the Human super slut.

Until Jaina suddenly pulls herself up to her knees and says, "So, where are we staying?"

The veteran says, "Here. Until dawn. You may... stay, if you like."

Jaina eyed the hammocks that was likely intended for them, and said, "Well, fuck me some more. Then we can leave at dawn."

The two warriors look at each other. Both were more than capable of going again, but they could hardly believe their ears. This slut was more cock hungry than any Orc woman they've ever encountered. They both grin and stroke themselves back to full hardness as they move into position around the bimbo blonde mage.

Jaina looks over to where Emerick was sitting and saw him and his clothes were gone. Jaina smirks at the thought of him running back to Orgrimmar, unwilling to tell anyone where he was, or why he had dirt on his knees and robes.

Oh well, she decides, as the veteran warrior pulls her into his lap and easily shoves his dick into her once again.

