A/N1: Thanks to Jojo1112 for the spectacular Sylduin story When Two Worlds Collide from which I drew the inspiration to write this one-shot.
A/N2: Poor Aggra, her only purpose ever was to pop some brown-orc babies out for Thrall before fading into the background. Thrall x Jaina has always been the real pairing.
Mulgore: Stonetalon Pass
Jaina Proudmoore sat nervously atop the cliffs of Stonetalon pass, overlooking the serene landscape of Mulgore. The sun had long since moved past its prime, and she mused how its downfall was always so hurried, and only seemed to grow faster and faster towards the very end. The light it shone, once bright, white, and filling, was yellowed with age like an old gnomish photograph. She tried her best to appreciate the short spectacle for what it was before the curtains of nightfall dropped, but the past decade had tainted so many of her memories.
She shifted in anxiety, not from the height or the fact that she was technically in Horde territory, but because of the selfish request she had made to her… friend? Was she even allowed to call him that anymore, after everything they'd been through? It'd been hard reaching out to him after so many years of estrangement, and harder yet to find the right place to hopefully set things right. The memory of Theramore still colored the entire continent of Kalimdor a bloody hue of red to her; Pandaria only served to remind her of Garrosh; Northrend and the Eastern Kingdoms of Arthas and the Scourge; the Broken Isles of Varian; Kul'Tiras of her father. Hell, was there any place on Azeroth that she did not associate with war and pain? It's probably a downside of being so well-traveled, Jaina mused. It always struck her just how happy and content some people seemed when living in a small world. The people of Lakeshire probably saw a Night Elf once or twice a year at best, and she'd wager to say that half of them had never even been to Stormwind before. Yet, they were fine with their lives while she, infinitely more powerful and influential, was on the verge of collapse every other day from having seen so much of the world's cruelties and terrors. Without thinking, she tightened her clasped hands over her ankles, pulling her knees closer to her chest. Mulgore was a positive memory, at least recently. They'd been successful in rescuing Baine, even if, according to Anduin, Sylvanas had secretly allowed them to do so.
Heavy footsteps announced the unobscured arrival of their owner, and Jaina turned, looking back at a tired and somewhat wary looking Thrall. Unbeknownst to Jaina, he was perhaps just as, if not more agitated about meeting her.
"You wished to meet, Lady Jaina," Thrall began in his baritone, rumbling voice, but silenced himself as Jaina silently gestured to the spot beside her. It took him a few moments to organize his long shaman robes before he too mimicked Jaina's posture before the setting sun. He hadn't come in his usual attire, Jaina realized. He was unarmed and without armor, and it lifted her spirits in knowing he still trusted her.
"Remember when we used to meet in secret like this, back in the day?" Jaina recalled aloud.
"Times that seemed difficult at the time, yet sound so desirable today," remarked Thrall, "when peace was not a dream, but a project in the works."
Jaina frowned slightly at his words. "Do you no longer believe in peace? Not even with Anduin as King?"
"So much has happened, Jaina. I fear Teldrassil was the last straw. How will peace ever come with what the night elves have gone through?"
"Anduin could…" Jaina began, but Thrall continued.
"The young king does not command the respect his father once did. The night elves would leave the Alliance if Anduin attempted peace, and that would be the beginning of the end for the Alliance. The others would see it as the abandonment of an old ally. None would stay."
For a while, Jaina was silent. She set her eyes on the distant sight windmills and totems of Thunderbluff, before turning to regard her old friend.
"Go'el..." she began softly, choosing to use his birth name instead of his human one, "what do we do this time?"
The ex-Warchief turned to look down at the large blue eyes of his friend, and the once frigid distance between them melted in an instant. Thralled noticed the ghost of a tear pooling in her sockets. He silently wrapped a thick arm around her shoulder and pulled her to his side. He felt the small woman tilt her head to rest it against his chest, before her own arm left her ankles to hug his trunk.
Sensing that her friend had no real answer to offer her, Jaina decided to change the topic. "How long has it been… since we shared any contact?"
Thrall stiffened ever so slightly at Jaina's words, but quickly recovered, leaning his own head against hers. "Too long…" he muttered softly, grateful for a second chance.
For a while, they simply sat next to and against each other, gazes transfixed on the setting sun as it closed in on the faraway mountain ridges. They counted the individual glows of torches that slowly dotted the distant buildings of Thunderbluff like a pointillism painting in timelapse. Jaina found herself the happiest she'd been in months, joking with Thrall about whether Anduin would be happy or horrified if he saw them the way they were, though she secretly knew that the young king would be delighted. She'd turned away from Go'el too many times in the past, blaming him for things that were not his fault, and making him feel as if they were. She was as guilty as anyone when it came to sounding the drums of war, she realized. But in the end, Go'el had always been there for her. He'd never turned away from her. And here he was again, responding to her request without a second thought. His steadfast composure smoothed out the ups and downs of her tidal temper, and she felt safe with him by her side. Without thought, she brought her free hand up to caress his broad chest, and her figure turned to snuggle into his warmth. A smile plastered itself over her lips as she looked up to admire Thrall's sapphire eyes which spoke of wisdom and serenity.
Thrall's heart stopped beating when he beheld the small yet powerful woman look up at him with a smile that conveyed gratitude, admiration, and… perhaps something more? He noticed her lingering touches that encroached on something beyond a friendly gesture. "Jaina…" he began, but the mage beat him to his words with her actions.
An idea occurred to Jaina at that moment, and she moved her teasing hand from Thrall's muscular chest to her own neck, playing with the Kul'Tiran anchor pendant that hung from a chain around her nape. She carefully undid the latch, letting the anchor drop into her waiting hand before presenting the solid silver insignia to Thrall. "Take this," she said, looking up into his eyes hopefully, "you've been my anchor for so long."
Thrall stared, gaping. He knew what the pendant meant to her. It was the Lord Admiral's pendant, passed down from her father to her mother, and then to her. "Jaina…" Thrall whispered, not knowing where he was going with his sentence.
"May I?" Jaina asked, lifting the two ends of the chain and gesturing towards the orc's strong neck. Thrall extended his neck for her to clasp the hook around his neck. Simultaneously, he hugged her tightly against him, cherishing the restoration of a relationship he thought he'd surely lost. Jaina gasped playfully at his sudden action and laughed when Thrall abruptly and self-consciously let go of her. Strong is he when he's fighting someone, yet here he is treading like a newborn dear! Jaina reflected with mild amusement.
Thrall was pleasantly surprised to hear Jaina's enrapturing laughter once more. The last time he'd heard it had been during one of their secret meetings prior to the bombing of Theramore. She'd never laughed again after that. For a full minute, all they did was look into each other's eyes. Sincerity, joy, relief - all those emotions seemed to pale in comparison to the unrestricted love that traveled between them. Is she/he feeling it too…? they wondered in unison. They'd been through so much together, and they'd both persevered, and in a violent, passionate clashing of lips and clattering of teeth, they were atop each other in a battle for who could better express their affection and gratitude for the other. Thrall's large hand came to rest on the back of the human mage's neck, brushing her silky silver locks and bringing her closer to him. Jaina's slender fingers traced his rippling chest all the way up to his pronounced jaw. She shifted her body, straddling herself atop his lap facing him as she leaned into their deepening kiss.
"Oh Go'el…" Jaina breathed between fleeting breaths. The breeze shifted, carrying the last strands of her once golden hair between them, belying her bygone years. How had it taken her so long to finally see and give in to the man that Go'el truly was to her? She exhaled with a slight sigh. "I feared we would never reconcile… I'm sorry…"
His throaty rumble stemmed her imminent spiral into guilt and self-loathing. "You did what you had to, as we all do. I don't blame you for it. I too feared that you would never come back to me, and yet here we are." He gestured to the tangerine-colored horizon which contrasted starkly against the distant, rocky silhouettes before mixing and mingling with the indigo sky above, forming a purpleheart-colored middle ground.
"Red and blue… Horde and Alliance… and violet?" she gasped quietly, before chuckling.
"Orange and Indigo to be exact then," teased Thrall, prompting Jaina to cuff his shoulder playfully. Her expression was still a mix between somber and hopeful, but he could tell she was happy with how things were turning out.
Jaina took one of Thrall's large hands in her own. How small she was compared to him, and yet the orc made her feel in control; it was as if he'd handed her the reins without protest. "I-I'm ready if you are, for whatever's to come," stuttered Jaina. Thrall's eyes widened in response, and looking down he drew in a silent breath. The mage held his hand up with both of hers, feeling around his fingers and palm as she brought them to her chest, all while looking longingly into his blue eyes. He had to make sure it was real: that the spark they shared moments prior wasn't just that - a spark.
She slowly closed her eyes, leaned forth, and they brought their lips together once more.
Their second kiss was gentle, planned, and careful. Their tongues danced around each other shyly, neither of them wishing to come off as forceful or intrusive. They savored every bit of the moment - a rare moment in which both of them felt at peace on Azeroth. Thrall's hands shifted, one coming to rest at Jaina's nape, and the other at the small of her back. He gently drew her into his sheltering embrace, and Jaina enjoyed the feel of his hard muscles brush against her soft abdomen. Her heels impetuously dug into his back as she raised herself to his height and above. Her hands found purchase on his shoulder and around his braided beard, tugging lightly at the latter to break their kiss. Their foreheads remained touching as they briefly caught their breaths.
"I'm ready if you are…" she repeated in a pant, biting her lip seductively and nearly making Thrall's blood boil in desire.
"I am," was his only resolute reply, and Jaina grinned back. The corners of her eyes crinkled, and she let go of the lower lip she still pinched between her pearly whites. To their west, the sun was disappearing rapidly beneath the horizon. The two watched the final minutes together, Thrall still carrying Jaina, who was straddled before his chest, her head tucked under his chin.
"To the night elves, sunset is just another term for moonrise," Jaina noted, seemingly idly, before adding with a suggestive smirk "I have a few ideas where we can spend the night." Thrall raised his bushy eyebrows, and Jaina squirmed in his embrace, grinding her clothed body over his chest salaciously and making him go turgid down under. "I hope you didn't leave anything," Jaina said with a playful grin, and before Thrall could even respond, they were gone in a flash of blue with the snap of her fingers.
Boralus: Proudmoore Keep
They two fell unceremoniously atop Jaina's plush bed in Boralus. Luckily Jaina had ended up above the orc who weighed easily three times that of her. She gasped aloud, surprised when her supple bottom landed atop his rigid shaft. Sprawled atop the supine male, a smile found its way to her mischievous eyes, and she lewdly wagged and gyrated her hips atop his bulge.
"By the light, what is this?" she cried in mock innocence. It was a side of her few had ever seen, and she thoroughly basked in the shock plastered over Thrall's features. Planting her palms squarely against his chest, Jaina heaved forward, extricating herself from his embrace whilst simultaneously dragging her soft nethers along his shaft. However, to her satisfaction, before she could fully dismount her partner, strong hands gripped her hips like handles, planting her ass back down atop his bulge.
"Not so quick, dear," teased Thrall, "you might be hurt, let me have a look." He pressed her hips into his.
"Ohh…" moaned Jaina softly as she felt his hard log spread her lips through the layers of cloth between.
"Yes… definitely hurt," joked Thrall, "Will have to remove your clothing for a better look," he announced grinning.
Jaina couldn't help but laugh at his words. "Do you try that on every maiden you come across?"
"Only ones that I truly care for," teased the ex-warchief, causing Jaina to blush.
"Mhmm… show me through your actions just how much you care for me then!" she demanded in a near whisper. Her hands tugged at the buckle to her clock, and within seconds, her capelet fell away along with her shoulder pauldrons, leaving her in only her strapped bustier and satin leggings. Thrall's hands came up to work the leather straps of her top while she frantically freed herself from the leggings that confined her burning core. Thrall's shaman attire was easier to get out of, consisting of only a robe and trunks. Once they were both unencumbered by their clothing, they were atop each other in an instant. Laying on his side, Thrall pressed Jaina's soft figure firmly into his own rougher skin. Jaina felt his strong hands glide along her supple curves, making her groan involuntarily. His hands are so big... His fingertips could probably touch if he decided to envelop my dainty waist, thought Jaina. They explored her every nook and cranny, tracing burning trails down her back and thighs. "Go'el…" She moaned his name every now and then. He was being so gentle and careful with her, it was driving her mad. She needed more.
As if he'd heard her thoughts, Thrall's hands traveled around the round flare of her hips before coming to a rest on her succulent ass. His thick digits parted her ass cheeks, gently teasing her core by barely making contact with the moistness of her lower lips. The silky sensation only served to heighten Jaina's sensitivity, and she bit her lip and furrowed her brows in protest. Thrall's hands lingered, and he looked to her for accedence. Her longing eyes told him everything he needed to know, and Thrall was not one to keep his mate waiting. With swiftness that contradicted his size, he had his head between her legs, breathing down on her smoldering wetness. She smelled of sea salt and flowers - Winter's Kiss, he recognized. His proximate inhalations and heated exhalations sent tingling shivers flowing through Jaina's nethers like addictive, foreign magic, and she eagerly lifted her lower half to grant him easier access. Her slender fingers sank into the mattress, and the moment she felt his tongue graze her swollen lips, they curled into the satin sheets, threatening to rip them to shreds.
Thrall was taking his time. Over and over, his thick, warm tongue paddled left and right, spreading her petals and teasing the entrance to her tight tunnel every few seconds, only for a moment each time. Jaina whimpered and moaned, and didn't hold back. A prod left, a brush right, his soft, broad tongue stimulated so many places at once it was hard to keep herself composed. What made things worse was the fact that every once in a while, he would give her rosebud an electrifying flick with his tongue, causing her pussy to throb and clench in excitement. Her full hips shook and rocked uncontrollably each time he played with her clit, but the man knew better than to fixate on it, lest he grant her her release too soon. Instead, the ex-warchief carefully built her up, drinking in her pleasure as his own and occasionally even pausing to look her in the eye whilst lovingly eating her out.
"Go'el… by the light…" Jaina moaned hoarsely. It was proving hard for her to even catch her breath. Just when she thought she couldn't soar any higher, Go'el decided it was time to fill the emptiness within her with his long tongue. His thick appendage parted her pussy lips easily, exposing her sex and opening a path to her most intimate, feminine parts. The dance of flesh was unbearable, and Jaina was a helpless queen receiving a ceremonious worshipping she hadn't yet earned. "Yes… right there!" she screamed, simultaneously pressing her palm into the back of his head. She was offering herself to him in the most vulgar, debaucherous, and yet sincere way she could think of, and yet it wasn't enough! Thrall's long canines tickled her inner thighs, and Jaina was vaguely reminded of how much power he was granting her. "Do it Go'el... make me... cum…" she huffed between broken breaths. Her eyes could barely stay open anymore, and her thighs trembled as if they were about to give way any moment. Still, she knew that Thrall would hold her hips up if it came to that. "I'm yours," sighed Jaina, sotto voce. She was drifting in a white sea of pleasure - the harbinger of her climax.
Her pleading permission proved to be too much for Thrall to resist. He could not bear to torturously keep her waiting, and so he brought one thick finger up to her simmering sex, tracing it around her lewdly throbbing entrance, before diving into her core. Her inner walls easily surrendered to his single, girthy digit, and she threw her head back in shock and delight. He showed her no mercy, however, reining her in and taming her heat with the churning of his finger. He explored her soft, velvety insides like a skilled locksmith picking apart an entryway, and her hips thrashed in ecstasy never before experienced. Jaina's final toe-curling moments were spent in anaerobic bliss as she held her breath for the finality of her undoing. The finishing combo came when Thrall traced the soft tip of his tongue around her engorged clit, flicked it, and then began to lightly suckle it, all while curling his meaty finger against the ceiling of her love tunnel. It was too much for even the battle-hardened mage, and her haunches were reduced from taut and tense around her lover's neck, to quivering and quaking, and then to a limp, twitching mush. Her love canal throbbed and clenched violently around the invading digit, hugging onto it and refusing to let go. Her features gaped in a silent shriek, and she could no longer tell whether she was inhaling or exhaling. And though her eyes flew open, she did not see the world around her, for her mind was blank save for the unraveling sensation of her very world; an itch that had gone unscratched for too long, finally sated.
The high seemed to keep her in limbo for minutes, and she was brought back only through the burning need for air. Her vision was a blurry mess, and when she finally regained her focus and clarity, all she could say was "Wow…" before her sleep overpowered her consciousness and once again stole the world from her.
He put me first, again, Jaina realized with a sincere smile in the closing moments of her day, before drifting off contentedly into darkness.
Boralus: Proudmoore Keep, The Next Day
Morning came in the form of a rooster's cry, and Jaina groggily cracked open her eyelids, wary of the sun's strong rays seeping through the gap of her half-shut curtain. She blinked a few times, her memory still hazy from the night before. Her bed smelled different… that was odd. When she rolled and shifted, her back halted against a firm object. Even odder… She turned, heart racing as the memories came rushing back. Her face went flush like a Stormwind strawberry when she recalled how Thrall had made her scream and shake, and she'd even fallen asleep at the end of it! How frustrating that must've been for Thrall, she wondered guiltily. Still though, he'd stayed the night, and was still asleep. Perhaps there was a way for her to make it up to him…
Thrall awoke under unfamiliarly soft covers and fragrant sheets. However, that was only part of the story. He also awoke to a warm, pleasurable sensation over his morning wood. Lifting the covers, his eyes widened when he found Jaina dutifully slurping his semi-rigid member with her delicious lips. "Morning to you too," he said with a chuckle. He leaned back and sighed a comfortable groan when Jaina hummed around the tip of his member in response.
"Sorry about last night…" Jaina said with an embarrassed laugh, looking away from Thrall for once. "It was the best I've had, ever, also the most exhausting."
"Knowing that is enough for me." Thrall smiled down towards her, but then added with a grin, "though I must admit, this is a pleasant option too"
A filthy, naughty thought occurred to Jaina then, and Light forsake her grace and grandeur, she loved it. She was going to put on a show for Thrall. A reward, for last night, she told herself. It certainly helped that his cock was so… 'impressive' was all she could think of. She'd fully expected him to be big, given their difference in size and build, but once again, 'wow' was all she could say when she'd first released his member not long ago. Now with it fully hardened in before her, she could only stare in fear and excitement.
Her eyes crossed as she beheld the menacing mast before her face, before she moved in close to plant a gentle kiss on its tip. "Let me repay you for last night, I insist." She looked thrall in the eye with a side glance, swirling her tongue around the flared head before dragging the sharp tip of her nose down the shaft. When she reached the base, she brought a creamy hand up to cup his shaft while opening her mouth to release a slight sigh next to his manhood, all whilst maintaining eye-contact with her mate. "So big…" she purred obscenely while pressing his meat against her cheeks. She drew in a deep, filling breath. "And so powerful…" she murmured, momentarily breaking eye contact to cross her gaze upon the majestic rod before her.
She looked back at Thrall, and he drew in a breath of cold air when Jaina bit her lip seductively. Seeing such a powerful man so defenseless against her teasing sent shivers to her own core. She positioned his cock between their line of sight, hiding behind it so as to make Thrall wonder what she was going to do. His queue came when he felt his lithe lady plant a column of light pecks up his shaft all the way to the tip, before cupping his shaft in both hands as she grazed her way back down to the base with the tip of her tongue. Thrall groaned in pleasure from seeing her service him so devoutly. He moaned a low rumble when he felt her lay the soft, broad face of her tongue against the underside of his cock, and Jaina redoubled her efforts, wishing only to hear more of his moans. She curled her tongue slightly, wrapping it tenderly around his swollen member while one silky hand came up to cup his sack whilst the other elegantly wrapped itself around his thick shaft. Her fingers remained parted, yet she knew she could not come close to covering the entire length. Perfect for his ego, she mused.
The urge to throw his head back and roar in pleasure was almost unstoppable for Thrall, but he knew that if he did so, he would've missed the spectacle of Jaina slowly, sensually dragging her tongue up the length of his cock, all while staring into his eyes with unadulterated adoration. He would rather die than miss such a sight! And so he endured, witnessing Jaina agonizingly lazily trail her way up his shaft. Her tongue would twitch every now and then, lustfully massaging his flesh and making him clench his teeth. When she finally reached his tip, her delicate fingers closed in around his turgid meat, softly milking his arousal into a thick dollop of precum at its tip. Her tongue instinctively caught the drop, lightly swirling it around his crown. The teasing was unbearable for Thrall, and he impulsively moaned, "Please… Jaina…" as Jaina simultaneously took him into her mouth.
He was thick. So much girthier than any of her past partners had been. Her jaws struggled to part wide enough for his shaft, but she did her best, using her hands to help with the job of stimulating the rest of his shaft. Tucking a stray tress behind her ear, she tilted her head to worship his shaft with her lips. It was sloppy, wet, and the way she pressed his shaft into her pursed, luscious lips while trailing up and down his length sent the orc straight to cloud nine. " He had gone completely tense beneath her. His ripped thighs tight in extension, and his Achilles tendons as taut as bowstrings. Jaina tried once more to take him as deep as she could, but only managed to get halfway. Nonetheless, Thrall groaned in exertion from her efforts, and she made up for the remaining half with sloppy strokes of her hands.
"Jaina…" Thrall groaned, feeling his release approaching.
"Not yet," hushed Jaina with a grin. She removed his member from her mouth, stopped her slow stroking, and chose to crawl forth instead. She straddled his waist, trailing her fingers airily down his pronounced ab crack. She leaned forward like a hunter inspecting her trap, pressing her bare breasts against his muscles and thrusting her wide hips back until her wetness kissed the tip of his rod. They both shivered in excitement, and Jaina reached down to guide his member to her ready sex.
"I'm ready," she echoed yesterday's words in his pointed ear before straightening herself upright, and slowly coupling their hips. It was a sight Thrall would never forget for the rest of his day: Jaina Proudmoore lowering herself atop his cock, looking him in the eye as she did so on her own accord. His eyes traced and painted every elegant curve of her naked form into his retinas. His hands traversed across her alluring contours, possessively admiring the smoothness of her flesh before they found their ways to her breasts and waist, her silken skin, satin from a thin layer of sweat glazing her supple form.
Her wet embrace enveloped his member, her folds relenting around his shaft after some initial resistance before her tight tunnel seemed to suck the rest of him in. Jaina moaned loudly, feeling his manhood spear her and fill her insides to the brim. Thrall groaned beneath her as well, her tightness beyond anything he'd felt before. "So tight," Thrall murmured beneath Jaina.
Jaina tried her best to ride Thrall, but every time she attempted to move, her legs would turn to putty beneath her, sending her crashing down onto his chest. He was so deep inside her she swore she could feel his rod bottom her out. The mage fought to find her bearings, but every time she had a lead, a slight twitch or movement would break her focus entirely. "You're too big!" she mewled.
Go'el simply held her to his chest. "Take your time, love. I'm ready if you are," he repeated back at her.
Slumped over the orc's broad chest, Jaina purred happily. She closed her eyes as she listened to strong, rhythmic beats of his heart. "You can move now," she whispered after a few minutes. Her tight sex had relaxed to accommodate his sheer size, but it was still a tight fit. Jaina's eyes flung open when the first, gentle thrust came, and she let out a sudden yelp as her insides were reshaped by his searing length. Thrall paused, and Jaina gave him a reassuring nod. His thrusts were slow at first, as he chose to simply enjoy the rippling, coiling sensation of her most feminine parts clinging to him. Each thrust forward made the lithe female exhale an audible, trembling sigh. Every retreat was accompanied by a hitch in her breathing. Her pussy clung to his cock, forming a tight seal each time he withdrew his glistening length. Thrall's instincts screamed that she was his, and he would treasure every moment of pleasing her.
Jaina was having a hard time taking his entire length, but at the same time, it was poking and prodding parts of her that she didn't even know existed. Her heart felt like it could never find the right rhythm, and she moaned into her lover's hard muscles. "Faster, Go'el… Just... a little," she breathed. Her words were like oil over a flame, and Thrall growled gutturally, wrapping his warrior's hands around Jaina's fragile waist. His thrusts grew firmer and deeper, leaving Jaina with no choice but to throw her head back and let out a hoarse wail. Her right hand shot down over her clit, massaging brisk circles while her left hand found itself squeezing and kneading her fair breasts of its own accord.
"Tell me, have you ever wondered what orc cock is like before?" Thrall growled.
Jaina's face flushed at Thrall's crass words, and she bit her lip while bouncing up and down his glorious mast. "I have…" she admitted between ragged breaths.
"Does it live up to your expectations?"
"It–" a sudden change in positions saw Jaina thrown backwards onto the bed while Thrall loomed over her. The abrupt change in thrusting angle stole the words from Jaina's mind and she once again felt herself being pushed towards that blissful cliff's edge. His cock was hitting all of her weak spots and kissing the entrance to her deepest, most sacred area. The orc's hands replaced hers at her clit, and his thick, meaty fingers, coated in her own arousal, tipped the scales in his favor with ease. "Your cock… I-It breaks them all!" she shrieked, throwing her head back and cumming hard as Thrall plowed his way into her depths, conquering her very being. Her entire body tensed beneath Thrall, and her hungry snatch shuddered and undulated around Thrall's cock, as if milking him of his seed.
"Jaina… About to…" panted Thrall with shredded coherence. In the final moments before his release, he managed to pull out… barely? He roared, shooting rope after rope of thick, sizzling cum all over Jaina's torso, chest, and face, painting her fair skin an even paler tone of white. Their gazes met and lingered, and their shared expressions of sheer joy were the lullaby to which they both fell limp.
This is a rather... big… secret to keep, amused Jaina, nearly giggling out loud at her own terrible pun. Well at least I'm not the only Horde-lover in the Alliance leadership, she mused, reminded of Anduin and his little warchief problem. For minutes, they simply lay side by side, listening to the other's breathing while trying to catch their own breaths. Jaina tried to speak, but found her throat awfully hoarse and dry. Thrall's stomach rumbled and growled next to her, and she smiled. "I'll go get us something from the kitchen," she stated quietly before getting up to put on a sleeping gown. The cool air of Boralus tingled the sticky pools of cum still clinging to her form, and for a moment, she contemplated venturing out to the halls wearing his cum proudly. The idea made her shiver in excitement and fear. When did I become so naughty? He's corrupted me! she joked internally as she scooped up the virile juices with her finger. Thrall was watching, she noticed. She turned to him with an impish grin, noting the way his eyes widened when she brought her coated fingers up to her mouth, and the way his jaw dropped when her mouth opened to suckle her fingers. This wicked woman was going to be the death of him!
Maybe he'll be up for round two when I'm back, Jaina giggled to herself. She opened the door, and was met face-to-face with an unamused Katherine Proudmoore. "Mother!" she gasped, fear clutching her heart.
Katherine Proudmoore cocked an eyebrow. "You missed a spot. In your hair," she deadpanned. "It seems we need to have a talk."
Oh dear…!