Within the lands of Azshara, Arion had found himself as a fantastic guard captain of the northern gates of Orgrimmar. While many people may have just assumed the role was all about sitting around and doing drills - and while many of those people were correct - there was still a worry of conflict that could arise. Even if you were so close to the capital city of the Horde, still were the threats always there. From Alliance spies to Naga attacks, even to the stray elementalsgetting rowdy and seeking to assault the city from the north. Yet, every time Arion and his fine soldiers had stopped the threat like they were some goblin machine.

Efficient, dangerous, and while at times not trustworthy, it still got the job done.

It was the middle of the day at the defense, men and women doing their drills or rounds along the massive steel wall of Orgrimmar's northern entrance - and while it seemed plenty of mundane for the troops, their leader had something he had yet to do in his position; interrogation. During the prior night, a group of infiltrators found themselves looking for entry into Orgrimmar for whatever nefarious means the Alliance had. It was unfortunate for them that one of the Forsaken had caught them off guard when they were just barely making their way into the city. He sounded the alarm, and as many of them scrambled - one didn't get away.

"So, who is this woman?" Arion asked, staring down at a small parchment with several notes. Most of them were about the injuries the guard took from this single woman - claw marks, bite marks, and plenty of bloody scratches. It seemed this woman knew how to fight.

"A Night Elf," One of his subordinates - a Goblin by the name of Jillix - spoke back, "apparently she was in the form of a bear? Transformed to let her squad get away, we assume." Arion noted that the Goblin was a caster - a mage of his kind - with a flowing robe and generally softer features. It was nice to be speaking with one of the more refined Goblins.

"How honorable. She let herself get captured, then?" Arion asked, glancing down at the man with a raised brow. Jillix simply shrugged. Arion huffed, drawing a hand to brush his long hair away from his face. "It doesn't matter, what is it you want from me then?"

Jillix stopped stopped in his tracks for a moment, and he let out a soft 'Uh' in confusion. Arion stopped a few steps ahead, glancing back at the man.

"Interrogate? Torture? Fuck if I know, boss. We thought you had a plan." The man said, which made Arion quickly look up and stare forward. For a moment, he had shown his doubt in the situation; for as quickly as the Sin'dorei was put in his place as a leader, there were still plenty of things that he hadn't done - nor were comfortable with. One of them was interrogating others, or even torture. The very thought made him recoil in disgust.

"W-... Uh, Well." The man started, gently tucking the parchment under his arm as he glanced back. "I DO know what we are going to do, then! We're going to - ah - interrogate her! Get all the information we can where those, uh, ALLIANCE DOGS are."

Jillix stared over at the Commander, bringing a hand to go back and rub at the back of his neck. Awkward.

Arion quickly turned and pointed, "Tell the others I will be dealing with the spy myself. I don't want anyone coming into the prisoners tent until I say so, got it?"

"I mean, don't you think someone should be near? What if the Night Elf gets out of her binds? Attacks you and runs off? Those tree elves are the real deal." Jillix said, taking a step forward. "She can also shape-shift, 'member? What if she turns into a Bear - or worse, A CAT!"

"Okay, okay!" Arion quickly said, holding his hands out to defuse the mans worry - and dropping the parchment clumsily - as he scrambled down to grab at the fallen paper. "You can be nearby, and come in if she attacks… or whatever, alright?"

Jillix simply nodded.

"Good, come on then, let's get this over with." The Sin'dorei said, holding the now messy bunch of papers under his arm, trying to look as professional as possible. It only made him look much more unprofessional given the circumstance. Jillix followed behind the Blood Elf as he made his way over towards the tent. Once they arrived, the Sin'dorei pointed at the side of the entry, and with a silent nod Jillix took watch next to it - keeping his pointy, green close to the leather flap to listen in.

Entering the holding tent, Arion kept his gaze down at the parchment that he held out - using his one hand to hold the stack while the other began to rearrange the parchment in hand as he spoke, "Listen, Kaldorei," he started in that common tongue, "if you wish to leave here with your life, I want you to get one thing straight. I am in charge here, and doing everything I say is in your best…" He stared up from his paper, now meeting eyes with the prisoner - Arion stopping in his tracks as he felt his body tense up.

The bound Kaldorei was an absolutely stunning figure. The peak of femininity that had intermingled with the amazonian size and strength of the finest warriors the Night Elves had to offer. Long, flowing purple hair that went down to her rear, light blue skin, and a beautiful face. Glowing eyes that now glared over at this 'Commander', with plush lips that were turned into a violent snarl. Her hands were clasped at the wrist, and held high up above her head and bound to a stake in the ground. There seemed to be some magic at play to keep her from simply shape-shiftingout of her binds, but Arion didn't seem to care about any of that.

What he did care about, was the body of this stunning woman.

Muscles etched across her form wonderfully - flexing in outrage at the sight of the Commander now in the tent with her. Her biceps were large, and honestly Arion could imagine this woman holding him up with an ease. It was an image that made his cheeks begin to flush dark. Her legs matched that same, impressive physique - strong enough to crush a Tirisfal pumpkin between them with enough force.

Or enough to wrap Arion around and make him submit within seconds.

Of course, not only was the Sin'dorei done staring there. Given the traditional, tight, revealing outfit that most of the Kaldorei soldiers wore, it was hard not too. Given her forced lean back against the pole, this woman's legs were spread in as relaxed a position as she could given her bindings. With that being the case, leather thong that would be covering her crotch with the surrounding, deep purple hip armor was now on full display - and what a display it was. It was obvious that there were changes in the 'normal' outfit for this lady, as what Arion imagined there to be a lovely display of the woman's pussylips was instead the exitingly terrifying struggle of a fat dick. It strained with her movements - the nameless druid kicking her bare feet in the direction of the man as she spat back from the man's lingering statement. "My best what - intention to submit to your savage Horde?"

Arion didn't respond, simply stare over at the woman that was enough to make his legs gently cross to hide his swelling erection.

The woman noticed this, her stare going soft as she scanned the man up and down - it was obvious that he was less of a threat than the men and women that captured her. At least, this was what the captured Druid felt. Her lips were curled into that same defensive snarl as she waited impatiently for the man to respond.

"Erm…" Arion glanced down at the parchment, then back up and over towards the strained Kaldorei. "Well, yes? Um, submit is a wrong word to use. I just want to talk to you?" The man said, chuckling nervously as he took a few steps forward - staring down at the intimidating woman with a shy smile. "Hello! I'm Arion Sunswell of House Sunswell, how are you?"

The Kaldorei's expression was stone coldand blank - just as Jillixs was not a few moments ago - as she leaned back against the bindings and spoke over. "I'm chained up by magical binds by the enemy of my people, what do you think?"

Arion cleared his throat, and nodded quickly. "Well, you did trespass onto Horde territory… for reasons unknown. That merits being captured! You know I would not be mad if I was captured… especially if the Commander was so inviting."

"What about this situation is inviting?" The Kaldorei asked, her voice growing harsh. "I'm captured by a bunch of dirt-dwelling scum that have been waging war against my people for years. Harvesting wood from our ancient hunting grounds, slaying our defenders and trespassing onto our land." For a moment, the woman simply stared, narrowing her eyes as she then added. "... Unless you literally mean you are inviting."

The man let out a clearing of his throat, glancing down at the parchment quickly as he spoke. "Look, I'm simply here to-..."

"What, flirt with your captive?" The beastly woman asked, leaning forward as she had a smirk slowly begin to cross her lips. "I knew you Sin'dorei were lost in your hedonistic ways, but I had no idea it was that desperate. Seeking to lay with a woman that had pure intentions of sabotage and intelligence gathering!"

"Now wait, hold on a minu-"

"No, I don't think I will, you spineless man." The prisoner said, turning her upward with her chin pointed directly at the man as her smirk evolved into a wild grin. "Here's what is going to happen. I'll give you what you want, and in turn, you're going to set me free."

Arion's eyes went wide, dropping the parchment as he balled his fist. Oh, this wasn't good, this wasn't good at all. This was going in the complete opposite direction that he expected. He was hoping to have a civil conversation with this woman, talk about perhaps getting her freedom back. Now, she was talking to him as if he was owned by her. Already had Arion's spine receded, and had he begun to stumble over his words, barely vocal. Words that wanted to find their way from his throat, but broke apart as this much more intimidating, forward woman drew herself in control.

It was truly a position Arion was not suited for, which was hilarious given he was a Commander of this front.

"Your silence speaks volumes, Sin'dorei." The druidess said, parting her muscular legs and gently bucking her hips upward - showing the straining bulges weight within its prison. "Now get over here and remove my strap."

Arion gulped, and glanced back at the flap. She knew that the Goblin was listening - and that he was hearing every word being said. At this point - just like plenty of experiences he had before with women like this - he just needed to get this over with. Yet, this time, his arousal was shamelessly on display. As he moved to make his way over to the woman, he found his own - arguably lesser - erection tent through his flowing robes. The bound woman laughed at this, now leaning back in her bindings as she raised a brow. "Elune, your kind is pathetic. So eager to serve your superiors that you're shamelessly aroused." The Commander, now close enough to be rested between the long legs of the Kaldorei, stared down at the bulge. His glowing eyes scanning the straining leather, a tongue obliviously rolling across his lips as the woman continued to purr. "You suck cock regulary, hm? Makes sense, how else would a man such as yourself take such an impressive position."

"Silence." Arion demanded with a moment of courage, his cheeks bulging in embarrassment as he dropped down to his knees. "I'm doing this for-... information."

"Is that what you're telling yourself?" The woman asked, clocking her head to the side. "Is that why you're pathetic dick is twitching in need? Or do you think that is just what you need to justify your coming actions?" She chuckled, the clanking of her magical beginnings riding with her boisterous laugh. "Don't make me laugh, you coward. Take off my strap and get servicing." The Sin'dorei frowned at that, but already had his hands moved to work at the tight bangs that kept the woman's codpiece in place. Immediately, the intense scent of sex filled his nostrils - and his gaze was now resting upon the lowering leather as it began to reveal the wonderful sight of wonderful, unmatched shecock.

The member was the same, light blue of her skin - and impressively girthy even in comparison to those he had already taken. The thing was long, easily a few inches bigger than he was hard, and it was obvious that this woman wasn't even fully hard yet. It was nice to know that the Kaldorei was at the very least somewhat interested in him to have such a sudden erection. That, or she was just always nearly sporting an erection. The Night Elves were known for their exotic blessings, and this would be no excuse. When the leather was released, the cock flopping forward, hanging with its weight as it twitched to life. Arion's lips parted, scanning the thing for a moment as he drew a hand over to the cock to gently wrap around it. The nameless captive let out a breath of satisfaction, keeping herself relaxed as she spoke over. "Impressive, is it not? Better than anything you've seen, I'm sure."

"I've seen bigger…" Arion said, as if that was enough of a rebuttal to quiet the woman. That only got a laugh out of her.

"Of course you have, you little whore. Yet, I'm sure I can out-fuck any of those other primitives that you've the pleasure of being raped by." The Kaldorei sneered, before continuing. "Not that you would get a chance to experience the satisfaction that I can bring. No, your only role to me, 'Commander' will be sucking me off. Get me to cum in that mouth as a reward for letting go a prisoner of war." Those fangs shined in the dim light of the tent as the woman continued to grin over. "Which is what you're going to do, right?"

"I-..." Arion spoke, but again had his voice trail as his digits trailed along the uncut length of that impressive rod. The skin was pulled back - revealing that slightly darker crown as pre already had begun to bubble at the slit. He couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.

"You will do what I say, Sin'dorei." The woman demanded softly, letting her prick lead the way in controlling this pathetic man. "Perhaps I may even give you the pleasure you seek, hm? I can come back to this camp without my clumsy allies, give you another taste of my cock - maybe even bestow upon you the harsh fucking your kind so deserves." Arion listened to the harsh words, and it only made him hornier. Arousal had taken him by storm, making euphoric chills rock his body as he squirmed on his knees. The captive only noticed this, and pushed on as she felt her shaft harden to it's impressive peak. "Can even make this a common occurrence, if you're loyal enough. You can trade information on Orgrimmar's defenses for a session of worshipingmy member."

Arion moaned softly, the images of hanging away his factions secrets in trade to service this fat, wonderful cock making his own member twitch in need. Light, he was truly pathetic in this state, and all he had to blame was both his position and how each one of these experiences have done to him. They have transformed him, not into a stronger Commander but into more of a desperate cocksucker. One that craved to provide satisfaction to those - in his mind - that were superior. They were beautiful, perfect, and had cocks that made him seem like so much less.

Or more like a woman. That thought made him grow even needier.

He leaned down, bringing his lips to that erect cock to gently press them against the bulbous head. The instant he made contact, the captive shuddered and moaned herself - loudly, and satisfied. Oh, it was too perfect for her, and that only made the loud-mouthed Night Elf more vocal as Arion began to suckle and lap across her tip. "Ooooh, yes, you do know what you're doing. I can imagine that someone as - ah - desperate as you would gladly trade defensive secrets for some time at my cock. Hm?" Another hiss of satisfaction as the woman chewed on her lower lip and continued, "It doesn't count as betraying your people… because you're serving something better than a bunch of desert-dwelling fools. You're serving me."

Arion was lost in his own fantasy, for a moment, letting go of the worry of being caught in this situation. The pleasure of being so shamelessly needy for this woman that was once an enemy and now more so seen as an entity with something he saught after. A cock that was just as proudly endowed as the others he laid with, yet with an attitude of a person that saw him as a lesser. As someone that was more so an object of satisfaction and information, and nothing more. It was why he was feeling his robes grow wet as he began to fall deeper into this erotic trance, and it was why he began to press himself down along the cock as he took more and more of the cockhead into his mouth.

The captive moaned again, straining in her bindings as she bucked her hips upward - feeling Arion gag and force himself back. "Come on now, slut, you can do better. I don't wish to take it slow, I want you to show me just how fucking desperate you are for my cock! Get into it, and don't forget my balls - as if you can." She let out a chortle, "I'm sure you'd want nothing more than to be smothered by them." Arion's eyes were now shut, his long hair draping over his face as he bobbed his head up and down the head and the first few inches that would reach the back of his throat. He was glad that the woman was enjoying herself, and even as the words stung and truly drove deep to his core, they at least provided constructive criticism. While one of his hands were gently stroking at the fat shaft of this woman, the other hand moved to go and take a handful of those warm, full testes. While not as large as - say - a certain Draenei he had the pleasure of servicing back in the Tavern way back when, they were still heavy and filled with that lovely seed. Cum that he craved to swallow, and wished only to be marked in. More moans were voiced from above, and the shackles rattled as the woman squirmed in her captive position. "Oh, yes, you know how to treat a woman! So experienced, I wouldn't be surprised if you've traded whatever skills you have in combat with the lucrative power of sucking dick."

Arion felt his spine shudder again, realizing that he had truly been fighting less in his months as Commander, and more so being a slut for those with big cocks.

"It's okay…" The captive breathed out, chewing on her lower lip as she bucked her hips again - this time watching Arion brace himself and take the first of those inches deeper into his throat. "We all have a place in this world, Sin'dorei… yours is simply worshipingyour superiors." Arion gagged around the cock, only to return with a moan as he drew himself down upon that shaft. Every inch began to barrel down his throat - the skin bulging as he felt the cock begin to work it's way deeper into his maw. At the very least, he was rewarded by having this stud call out in a louder satisfaction, "Yes! Take my cock, you fucking SLUT!" Another thrust came with those words, which made Arion's eyes bulge as he pushed himself off. Yet, not all the way, still was that thick tip resting between his lips as he began to cough and hack, the captive did not give him a moment to collect himself. While having little control of her arms and legs - and her magics - she still had most control of her waist.

That meant that Arion would feel the cock force it's way back down his throat.

It wasn't forced as much as it simply wasn't unexpected for the Commander. Even as he kept himself down there, he was still keen on taking that lovely, fat cock down his throat to please this woman. The thing was forced back down his throat, and as his eyes began to water, the stud peeled herself back and pumped back in. She let out a throaty groan, throwing her head back as she flexed her toes in satisfaction. Still, Arion was working at her balls with his hand, and still he was jerking the section of prick that wasn't deep within his maw. The gentle working of his palm around those fat nuts with the stroking of the girthy member was enough to cause the Kaldorei grow close enough to her obviously needy orgasm that the throating of the cock was savage and rough. Arion could only imagine what she would be capable of doing with full control over his form, and honestly the man was now glad that she was bound up.

"Hnn-... There you go, slut. CHOKE on my dick like the good girl you are." The captive growled, strands of her long, while mane now resting messily in front of her face as she continued to pump her shaft in and out of the man's mouth - essentially throat fucking the 'unfortunate' Sin'dorei as she got closer and closer to her orgasm. The beauty of the entire situation being that he could very easily pull himself off of her, but he simply didn't. He was too infatued with being throat fucked, and simply allowed it to happen to him. That was perhaps the most admirable thing the Kaldorei had seen yet in this 'Commander'.

The willingness to serve, and he was the Commander!

"Get ready… I got a load for you..." She took a breath, shut her eyes, and moved to push her hips upward and lock them down as the cock barreled as deep as it would go into the greedy man's lips. Those balls that were once being cradled by the Sin'dorei were now pressed up against his chin, and the gently throbbing of blood coursing through the cock now shifted to the pulsing, twitching balls that began to unload her load. "RIGHT NOW!" The Kaldorei cried out, and threw her head back as rope after rope of cum began to spurt it's way out from the woman's throbbing head. Each spurt of jizz was thicker and lengthier than the last, and the orgasm that overtook the loud Kaldorei quickly filled the ears of both Arion, the Goblin listening outside, and those that were even passing by. "TAKE IT YOU FUCKING SLUT!"

Arion's eyes were now streaking tears, and his lungs burning for air as the cock simply remained to choke him out as he came. The ropes of cum found themselves being so rashly pumped deep into his gut, filling it like a three course meal as this gifted, pent up Kaldorei gave all that she had to the willing man. After nearly thirty seconds, the Commander simply couldn't keep the cock lodged in his throat, as he needed to breath or he would be choked out by the stud. That only meant that those final ropes of jizz that wouldn't fill his stomach would instead fill his mouth to the brim on the pull out, and spurt along his face, robes, and the tents floor. Even as the man coughed up both saliva and jizz, the Kaldorei had finished her hearty orgasm onto his armor. Both of them panted loudly, and Arion barely glanced up from that now softening cock as he met the eyes of the Kaldorei.

She stared at him with a predatory, silent gaze. One that spoke volumes about the situation that he was now in. He had gotten what he wanted, and now it was time for her to get what she wanted.

"You're a grand plaything, but I believe it's time you filled in your end of the bargain." She raised a brow, watching the man to see if he truly was that desperate. There were very few women - and men - that were submissive enough to see giving a blow job as a literal reward for being given freedom in a time of war, but given how quick Arion was to drop on his knees and suck her off, well, the Kaldorei couldn't help but test her luck. It was that desperate, watery stare back that made the woman be so bold - aside from her natural dominating presence - and it was there where she drew large foot to gently press against the man's leg. Soft, gently, in an understanding manner.

Arion stared, before moving to stand.


Arion watched through the flap in his tent as the fires were lit to begin the night watch at the rear gate of Orgrimmar. Another day of fantastic rounds, and another week of no complications. There were no infiltration's, and no sight of any spies or assaults on the gate itself. That meant that he was doing his job well, and it made him smile softly at the boisterous calls from the camp fire of his guard. They were happy that they were doing such a good job, and he was happy that they were happy.

He closed the flap, and turned to glance over at the Goblin, Jillix. The mans arms were folded and his brow was furrowed in concern as he waited for Arion to step over to him. The Sin'dorei glanced to the side to remove the momentary awkwardness before he glanced back down at the mage. "What?"

"I don't think what we're doing is right, Commander, and that's coming from a Gob." The short, green man said, watching the Sin'dorei make his way to the bed.

"Jillix, what did I tell you those few weeks ago." Arion said, stepping over to his mat; freshly prepared for the night ahead. "Sometimes, diplomacy is the best way of action, and this is just my form of diplomacy."

"And I need to be a part of it… why?" The man said, both concern and uncertinity filled in his voice.

"Because that was the arrangement we made." A voice came from the shadows, the very darkness melding as two, glowing eyes came from the darkest corner of the tent. The Goblin nearly had a heart attack, quickly turning and staring back at the intimidating figure that came from the corner.

The once captive Kaldorei stood there, in her full, prime height. She was massive in comparison to Jillix, and to Arion she had at least a foot and a half on the man. She grinned widely, sauntering forward and passed the man that was forced to step aside from this larger woman. "Your 'Commander' traded his body for my solemn silence about the situation. As long as I can continue to get what I want." She stepped over to the bed, where Arion had already laid himself in a lounge, watching the approaching woman as his heart skipped a beat. "It was just unfortunate that you were there to hear it all."

"Listen, I can be quiet, doll. I don't need to be here and-..."

"Watch?" The Kaldorei said, glancing back from the lingering, hungry stare that was down the Sin'dorei's body back to the smaller man. "No, you don't. But I want you too."

"EVERY TIME?!" The Goblin cried, waving his arms dramatically. "I've already seen you two get at it a handful of times! I don't need to keep watching! I can be quiet! What is this, some sick punishment?" Jillix said, glaring back from the side.

"Oh, hush, Jillix." Arion said, his stare keeping on the muscular sentinel that was now all but a few steps away. "I know you don't mind, you degenerate. Besides, those were the rules of our agreement. It was just unfortunate that you were the one that followed me to the tent and heard everything."

"Besides," The Kaldorei said, removing her leather strap and tossing it back behind her; the small, green man catching it as he stared down - a tad blankly - at the sight of the very large codpiece the Night Elf wore; something that could be a damned helm for Jillix. He couldn't help but gulp, and glance over, watching the Sentinel turn to gently grab at her fat shaft and begin to stroke it to it's full size. "... I enjoy having someone watch me ruin their leader." With that, she turned back over to nearly pounce on the bed, moving to pin Arion as he gasped in desire.

Jillix took a shaky breath, and glanced down at the strap as he shook his head. Fucking Elves and their lewd display of power play. You'd think they would take the Bilgewater way and show their dominance by buying out the competition. At least this way he knew that the Alliance - and the Kaldorei - weren't getting vital information on the defense of Orgrimmar. He knew that Arion had at least dedication to the Horde, and his position.

At least, that's what Jillix thought. Yet the details of Arion's information given to the Kaldorei was something the Goblin would never have to know.