Chapter 1 - Turning (M/F)

                “Is it time already, Captain?”

                The young blonde captain, fair faced eager, responds, “Yes, m’am. We’ve arrived at the Orgrimmar dock. It’s a bit uh… small. For being the Orc capitol, you would expect a lot more.”

                Jaina laughs and gets out of her reading chair. She places her bookmark, a dragonhawk feather, in the middle and closes the tome. The mage slides the book back onto her traveling chest and closes the trunk.

                “Orcs aren’t accustomed to oceans. It’s a miracle they made it here in the first place.”

                He nods, “That it is, m’am. We never expected to be… well, helping them. No disrespect.”

                Jaina places her staff on top of her trunk, hopefully assuming the crewmen would carry it off with her other things. She didn’t want to seem threatening to the Orc envoy.

                Open hands signify trust and peace, she reminds herself.

                “The Orcs have a troubled history, much like us. What they did to our world… Arthas is rivaling those casualties, and he’s Human. We have to move on.”

                The captain nods, “Yes, m’am. I’ll let the Orcs know you’ll be about soon.”

                Jaina nods and as soon as the sailor leaves the room, she closes the door and takes a deep breath. The mage steps before the mirror and gives herself one more look over. She smooths down her silk white breeches and her white blouse. Her father had often complained of her wearing such revealing clothing. Her stomach was completely visible and she showed off a generous amount of cleavage. However, the Elves were fine with it, and so were the mages of Dalaran. Jaina saw no reason to change now.

                Jaina wraps herself in her purple and gold cloak and unlocks the door to her room and steps onto the ship’s bridge.

                Just as expected, her apprentices were waiting astutely with their personal belongings in hand. Jaina looks them over and says, “Put your things on the wagon by the dock. The Orcs are taking care of us and will aid in settling in.”

                The dozen apprentices nod and slowly taper off, walking down the ramp leading to the small pier. A few of the crewmen grab Jaina’s trunk and carry it down the dock for their fearless leader. Jaina is the last to step off and her gaze is met by the Orcs sent to meet her here. At the head of the group was Thrall himself. He wasn’t wearing his armor, obviously trusting her about as much as she trusted him. In fact, he was completely shirtless and wearing only simple breeches and boots. Jaina notices a fine sheen of sweat over his muscled green form and for a brief moment, she feels her heart flutter. He was truly a fine specimen, corded in strength and scars. Jaina sighs and wishes, if only he were Human…

                The warchief’s powerful voice makes her refocus on the task at hand.

                “Apologies, Jaina Proudmoore. The pier wasn’t ready this morning and we’ve spent the day building and securing the structure. While it would’ve been simple to allow you to simply take row boats over, I thought it would be… impolite, and certainly not very becoming of the only Orc kingdom in Azeroth.”

                Jaina stutters in surprise, “No! I mean… it’s fine, Thrall. Er, Warchief Thrall. We appreciate the work you’ve done.”

                The mage motions to her twelve apprentices and says, “These are the volunteers for the culture exchange. They’re all interested, and open-minded, to learning as much about your people as possible.”

                Her eyes drift to the two dozen or so younger looking Orcs carrying ragged backpacks and wearing ragged leathers. 

                “These are the ones going back to Theramore?”

                Thrall nods, “Our best and brightest. And least violent, of course. If any of them break your rules, I assure you that they will be punished swiftly and decisively.”

                The last part of his sentence he says with an aimed glare to his young Orcs, all much more afraid of the warchief than any punishment Jaina might’ve tried to conceive.

                “Yes, I understand, Thrall… Umm…”

                She finds herself staring at the warchief’s pecs for a few moments too long and Jaina suddenly swivels and shouts, “Okay, mages, on the wagon. To Orgrimmar!”

                The apprentices shuffle onto the large Orc wagon, finding it a bit cramped, but still managing to just barely fit. Jaina approaches and her eyes roam over her group. She sees absolutely no way she could squeeze in as some laps were already being sat on.

                Suddenly, she feels a large hand tap her on the shoulder and she turns around to see Thrall once again, this time with a simple linen tunic draped over his chest, barely able to fit due to his bulging muscles. The mage realizes she’s very close to Thrall, less than a foot from him. She catches a whiff of his sweaty musk and Jaina shocks herself by how much she likes it. She takes a deep breath after that and to her own shame, she feels her nethers get moist.

                “Ride with me, Proudmoore. My worg will take us swifter than any wagon.”

                Jaina nods, “Y-yes, that would be fine. You can call me Jaina, Warchief.”
                
Thrall nods and without another word, he leads the mage over to his large wolf and helps her mount it. The wolf shakes and growls, smelling an unfamiliar rider, but Thrall jumps up second behind the mage and grabs the creature’s reigns. He uses one hand to stroke the wolf’s fur and the beast seems to calm down, recognizing its master’s feel and scent right away.

                The warchief scoots very close to Jaina from behind her and her mind was admiring the rocky desert of Durotar until she feels a sudden bump on her thinly clad ass. 

                Jaina’s face turns bright red as she realizes it must be Thrall’s cock… and it was massive. It felt bigger than any she’d ever seen before. She hardly notices Thrall spurring the wolf to action alongside, and eventually ahead of, the carriage transporting the other mages.

                The ride lasts an eternity for Jaina Proudmoore. Her thighs cling tightly to the worg as Thrall’s huge arms are around her, holding the creature’s reins, and his cock continues to bump against her voluptuous ass. The Orc seems to hardly notice, as she sometimes glances back at him. His eyes seem focused, determined, and far-sighted in a way. 

                The mage does her best to ignore her moistening pussy for the entirety of the trip, until they finally arrive at the gates of Orgrimmar. It was a rather shabby looking city, Jaina thought. It was made of rough timber, rock, and dirt. It bore the colors of the Horde proudly, but carried no other real cultural or welcoming element. Jaina supposes that’s just who the Orcs were: minimalist, pragmatic, warriors.

                The gates themselves were incredibly massive, perhaps twenty Orcs abreast could march through. Upon arriving at the entrance, where dozens of other Orcs were passing in and out, Thrall pulls on his worg’s reigns to come to a stop. He quickly dismounts and Jaina follows. Her face finally returns to its normal color and looks down between her legs to notice a wet spot. She curses and silently wishes none will notice.

                The carriage eventually pulls up to the gates, but passes right through them and heads right into the city. Jaina looks quizzically at Thrall and says, “Where’re they going?”

                Thrall hands over the reins of his worg to a nearby peon and he says, “To the warchief’s hold. They’ll unload your things and get everybody settled. I wanted to show you something else, Jaina.”

                Jaina nods, “Very well, Thrall. Show me.”

                The mage utters those words with a bit more desire than intended and she follows behind Thrall silently as she tries to will down this girlish feeling of lust. The large Orc leads them on a short walk toward the outskirts of the city walls where they come upon a field of farms with a few animal pens, adjacent to a river that seems to go much farther south. Jaina finds the sight comforting, reminding her of Lordaeron and Stormwind. 

                Thrall says, “Just as Humans, we are capable of more than war. I know you were… defensive to the idea of working with us against Archimonde. There has been much mistrust between us. But, Orcs desire the same thing as Humans, and we are very capable of it. Peace, stability, prosperity. Our past does not define us, but merely teaches us, and for many years, war was the only thing that could sustain us.”

                The way he spoke, his sheer charisma, his sculpted body, Jaina’s eyes were glued to the warchief as he spoke. Every word was exactly what she wanted, no, needed to hear. His calm, his confidence was admirable to Jaina. 

                The mage suddenly decided, I don’t care if he’s an Orc anymore. I want him.

                “I simply thought you would enjoy to see the fruits of our labor, a reassurance if you will, on our continued desire for pea-“

                Jaina jumps into Thrall’s arms and plants her pink lips against his green ones. Thrall’s arms easily hold her weight, his large hands grabbing her silk-clad thighs. The warchief returns the kiss, parting his lips for her tongue to eagerly push itself into her mouth. 

                The Orc carries her into the nearby storage hut, which is thankfully empty. While passionately kissing in the form of lewd, sloppy, tongue wrestling, Thrall enters the hut and sets Jaina down on a grain barrel, barely pulling himself free of her grasp and breaking the kiss.

                Jaina pants and says, “W-what? What’s the problem, Thrall?”

                Thrall’s eyes narrow, his demeanor suddenly changing from that of a calm and controlled Orc to that of a much more frightening figure. He shirks off his tunic, exposing his muscular chest and arms. Thrall points to the ground at his feet and says, “Knees. Now.”

                Jaina’s heart flutters again. The sudden change turns her on immensely. Prince Arthas and Prince Kael’thas never showed half the aggression she can feel from the warchief in this single moment.

                The mage slides off the barrel to her knees at the Orc’s feet. She was suddenly thankful the Orcs hadn’t put floorboards inside the hut and is welcomed by the soft and warm dirt on her legs.

                Thrall’s arms remain at his side as he gives another command with no less intensity.

                “Untie my breeches. Then, stroke.”

                Jaina acknowledges his command by following them through. She wordlessly reaches up to the knot and quickly pulls it loose. She can already see the outline of his cock and it’s even bigger than she thought. She hesitates as she grabs his waistband, but Jaina takes a deep breath and pulls them down in a quick yank. 

                Thrall’s big green cock flops out immediately, mere inches from Jaina’s lips. The mage’s eyes go wide as she sees a massive thirteen inch cock, thick as her wrist. The head was a slightly darker shade of green than the rest of the shaft. His balls were the size of lemons and his entire groin was completely hairless, despite the rest of his body having quite a bit of black hair.

                All of this, the next thing Jaina notices is the smell. It overwhelms her nostrils and her eyes water slightly as she adjusts to it. She makes no effort to turn away, or avoid it. After a few moments, the arch mage takes a deep breath and tries to inhale more of the powerful musk. 

                She must’ve been taking too long as she hears Thrall repeat, “Stroke. Now.”

                Jaina reaches up with her right hand and closes it around the shaft… or tries to, at least. Her fingers can’t meet around the thick meaty member of the warchief. She moves her hand up and down, quickly realizing she needed something to lubricate.

                Without any hesitation, Jaina pulls her hand from his cock, spits on her palm, and returns to stroking the meaty member. She moves her soft hand, never having seen a day of labor in her life, up and down Thrall’s cock, going back and forth. The mage’s eyes are glued to the big dick, still barely believing what’s infront of her.

                It only takes a minute of this for her arm to get tired. Jaina feels the soreness from trying to jerk so much dick at once without resting. She drops her right arm and switches to her left, spitting on her palm once again.  Thrall rolls his head backward, groaning in pleasure.

                She does this for another minute, before switching hands again, but Thrall stops her. He grabs her chin and forces her to look him in the eyes. Jaina’s once again captivated by his intense stare and completely muscled-riddled body.

                “Your hands are so soft. Unlike anything I’ve felt. You’ve done… exceptionally. Now, it’s time to use your mouth.”

                Jaina nods this time and her eyes return to the thick head of the meaty shaft. She opens her mouth and gives one long, slow, lick to the head of the Orc’s dick. Thrall responds with a throb of his cock and his balls tightening for a moment.

                The blonde mage licks again, but this time, receives a generous dollop of precum. The effect is immediate. The taste is absolutely enthralling. She loves it and she licks again, desperate to taste more Orc cum. She’s rewarded a moment later with another huge drop of pre. This time, as Jaina licks it up, she doesn’t swallow it and instead swills it around in her mouth for a few moments. The mage feels her whole body heating up after tasting the delicious cum. 

                Thrall laughs and says, “Orcs have always outbred Humans. Ever wonder why, Jaina? The size of our members, the potency of our semen, and our endurance makes our women all too eager to be bred. A simple taste of Orc cum isn’t enough to make our women wanton, but on a Human who’s not particularly fortuitous such as you, I expect it to already be working.”

                Jaina mumbles something incoherent. While he was talking, Jaina had taken to sucking on the head of his cock and attempting to take as much of his dick as possible. She only gets an inch past the head itself before she gags and pulls herself off. 

                “I… what do you mean? To be bred?”

                The mage’s brain was already being clouded with lust. She knew what he said, but she couldn’t really process it right now. Her own lust was skyrocketing and her mind was getting foggy in a way she’d never experienced. Her only focus was the cock infront of her.

                Jaina sucks on the first 3 inches of the shaft, unable to fit more without gagging, while stroking the rest of the shaft. The mage uses her other hand to reach between his legs and grab the Orc’s sizable testicles. Using a trick she learned in Silvermoon, Jaina rubs her thumb along the underside of his ball sack at a gradually increasing speed. 

                Thrall groans and grunts in pleasure, “Jaina… By Doomhammer, you know a few tricks.”

                Jaina shrugs, her mouth still full of Orc meat. It doesn’t take her long to be rewarded with yet another generous dollop of precum. It was too late to go back now, the mage was already tainted by Orc semen.

                Thrall suddenly yanks her off of his cock and growls, “My first load isn’t for your throat, mage. Lose your breeches, or I’ll tear right through them. NOW!”

                His booming voice gets Jaina scrambling into action. She jumps up and yanks her silk white pants, with her panties, down and shirks her cloak to the floor, leaving her in a white cleavage-showing blouse.

                Thrall commands, “Put your arms around my neck.”

                Jaina approaches Thrall and does as he says. She feels every muscle in his shoulders and neck as she rests her weight upon them. The warchief lifts her up by hooking his arms under her thighs, wasting no more time, and slams his thick Orc meat into her pussy. Jaina screams out louder than ever before in her life. Anyone nearby would either assume orgasm or bloody murder. 

                The mage nearly cums from a mix of pain and pleasure at the sudden massive insertion. The Orc was practically fisting her with the size of his dick. Despite this, her love tunnel adjusts rather quickly to the insertion and her clenching is only a warm welcome to the Orc’s cunt smashing green dick. 

                Thrall pulls his huge length out, leaving only the head in, before thrusting home once more, pushing a little bit farther than his first thrust. Jaina whimpers and moans again, burying her head into his neck. She inhales more of that sexy, sweaty, Orc musk, something the mage is coming to find irresistible.

                Thrall pulls out and thrusts home again. His balls slap against Jaina’s skin and she gasps in open-mouthed shock as the wind is knocked out of her from the entire meat log being sheathed inside of her. The mage could swear it was touching something deep inside of her, something that’s never been touched before, certainly not by a big pussy-smashing Orc penis.

                Jaina’s moans and whimpers bleed into each other, creating incoherent noises completely unrecognizable by the most lust-hazed of whores. The mage feels every single inch as Thrall finds a faster and faster pace with his thrusts now that he’s successfully shaped the mage’s pussy to his colossal dick. 

                The mage takes a moment to lift her blouse over her head and throw it on the floor, releasing her huge breasts. Thrall immediately latches his mouth onto one of her nipples and Jaina’s pussy suddenly clamps down hard on the invading cock.

                “Fuck, Thrall, you’re making me cum!”

                Thrall says nothing, but focuses on sucking the pink, erect nipples and thrusting in and out of the sopping wet Mage pussy eagerly accepting his conquering dick.

                Tears roll down Jaina’s face as she orgasms harder than ever before in her life. Up until this moment, she never knew carnal pleasure, or true joy. Up until this moment, she had listlessly walked through life, unaware of what pleasures existed in the cosmos.

                Up until this moment.

                The mage cries out, “Fuck me Thrall! Keep going! Fill my pussy up! This is nothing compared to those other small dicks.”

                Thrall releases his her nipple from her mouth and meets her gaze, “Keep going.”

                Jaina smiles, realizing she’d found something else he liked.

                With her arms wrapped around his neck, she bounces herself up and down, her timing almost perfectly with each of his thrusts upward into her eager cunt.

                “Humans, Elves… they’re fucking nothing compared to this… this green tower of cock! It’s unfucking believable. They’re all jealous of this… oh god, I’m gonna cum again!”

                Thrall remains unceasing as he feels her clamping down on his cock once more. Her juices form rivulets running down his meaty shaft to his balls, and eventually, dripping down the Orc’s muscular thighs. Jaina’s ample ass and tits ripple with every powerful piston of the Orc’s hips into hers. The mage had no tone whatsoever, but she had plenty of butt and breast flesh to shake around.

                The blonde coos in pleasure as she rides through another amazing climax. Her pussy was going to be unbelievably sore tomorrow, but her focus was on making the Warchief cum now. 

                Thrall suddenly sets her down and says, “Your turn, Jaina. Mount my cock.”

                The warchief sits down on a nearby bale of hay, his huge cock pointing to the ceiling. Jaina saunters over, her pussy leaking her juices and Thrall’s precum down her pale white thighs. She climbs on the bale of hay and angles his cock toward her pussy. She easily spears herself on the cock, her pussy practically gaping still. It fits Thrall’s massive member snugly, but may never fit anything a lot smaller ever again.

                Thrall lays on his back on the bale of hay and Jaina plants her hands on his muscular chest. She bounces herself up and down on his shaft. With every bounce, her pussy emits a wet squelching sound from the copious fluids built up in and around her pussy. Each time she landed on the Orc’s pelvis, hilting the dick inside her, she felt his big balls contact her skin. Jaina picks up the pace, eager to see how much the Orc can pump into her. Her mind was far too gone now to worry about later implications of getting bred by the leader of Orgrimmar as the leader of Theramore.

                Thrall grunts and says, “Jaina Proudmoore, do you truly wish to receive my seed in your womb?”

                She nods quickly and says, “Yes, Thrall! Blast your cum in me. I want it so bad!”

                The warchief shifts and pushes Jaina to the ground, and the mage lands laying on her back. He drops to his knees between her legs and pushes his cock back into her wanton pussy.  He hooks her legs over his large arms once again and presses his body against hers. The two meet in a ferociously sloppy kiss, Thrall’s much larger tongue licking and wrestling with Jaina’s. 

                The warchief hilts his cock deeper than ever as her body had nowhere to retreat. The mage could swear she actually felt the force of his thrusts creating an impression of her body in the dirt. 

                Thrall breaks of the kiss and grits his teeth, “Here it comes, human slut. Take superior Orc seed!”

                Jaina cries out, “Mmmm fuck!”

                The warchief’s cum doesn’t squirt or drip into her pussy. It throbs and blasts Jaina’s love tunnel and womb, coating her insides completely white, drenching her squeezing pussy in foreign semen. Thrall growls and roars simultaneously as Jaina climaxes yet again, instinctively milking his big green dick for every drop of jizz he could possibly muster. 

                Their combined orgasms last nearly a full minute and Jaina looks down in a daze to notice a small bulge in her stomach. Nothing very noticeable to someone not looking for it; most would assume the mage had just gained a few pounds. 

                Amazing at the sheer amount of semen pumped into her, Jaina runs her hand over her belly as Thrall pulls out his half-hard cock.

                She says through passionate breathing, “Thrall… look at this… What have we done?”

                Thrall snorts, “I gave you what you wanted, and in return, I took what I desired. You’re Orc-bred now, Human, and no other creature will please you.”
 