The Banana Slug: Thrall…he's the boss. He is the mother…fucking…boss! I don't care what people say about Garrosh, Thrall is my Warchief.

I didn't vote for him.

I would like to remind you all that these stories DO contain accidental OOC moments that normal characters may or may not do. However, I would like to remind you that…This. Is. A. Lemon.

So please, don't take it too serious. Sit back, relax, and jerk off if you wish.

LustCraft

By The Banana Slug

CHAPTER 11: It's Good To Be The Warchief

Great Warchief of the Horde, the great Thrall, Son of Duratar, sat on his throne as he held his hammer with great stride and looked out into the stars. He was a great orc, with a plan of peace. Peace that he would have to, for now, has to be won with war…something he wishes would not happen at all.

"I cannot concentrate with all this stress," sighed Thrall to himself in frustration, "…I need to find an outlet…Hm, I think I'll visit the arena, a good spectating might rouse my spirits."

As he contemplated, someone entered his throne room. It was a Blood Elf diplomat that was suppose to come this time, a fact that Thrall uncharacteristically forgot.

He scanned the diplomat. She was a tall elegant elf with flowing blonde hair, stern yet kind eyes accompanied with a cocky smile, with a petite yet attractive form. She wore a red uniform that covered her entire upper body, except her hands and head. It also had a tabard-like loincloth connecting to the top, showing off her luscious thighs as her legs were packed into her red boots. Under said cloth, was her black underwear hiding her inviting rear.

"Warchief," she greeted with a bow.

"Forgive me," replied Thrall with a grunt, "I…I forgot your coming."

"I am not offended, great warchief," she replied with honor, "If you would like to reschedule, I can stay here for some time until you wish my company."

"No, it would be rude," replied Thrall, glancing at her body for a second, "We can speak now…what is it that you want?"

"Warchief, I speak in behalf of our people, which sadly think our fellowship has run it's course," explained the diplomat, "I wish to conserve our ties. We Blood Elves are alone without you to help us, but many are too stubborn to admit or acknowledge. I am at the corner and they expect your more direct help. I conclude that helping us regain our Ghostlands with orc warriors and other Horde soldiers could be of benefit…if I am not being too bold."

"I see," replied Thrall, getting up from his throne and looking down at her, "Tell Lor'Themar that I will send as many Horde warriors as needed. Your lands will be returned to your people, I promise you that."

"Thank you, warchief," she replied, glancing over at Thrall. She sighed and looked away, brushing her hair.

"Is there a problem?" asked Thrall with concern.

"Well…I…Warchief, I am ashamed to say," she let out, keeping her calm figure as best as possible, "I find you very attractive. I cannot say, but…Oh, I forgot my place. Excuse me." She turned to walk out but was stopped by the voice of Thrall.

"Hold, friend," called Thrall, "You have not forgotten your place at all."

"Oh, but I have," replied the diplomat, quickly turning around to him and slowly walking to him, "A diplomat should not speak of things of attraction and lust. It creates friction and tensions between races…but it is hard to keep them bottled up so."

"Perhaps you need an outlet?" replied Thrall, standing over her as she stopped right in front of him.

"…Can you be…my outlet?" she asked softly. Thrall sighed and looked away, he thought that this might be a way he could relieve of his stress. He looked at her and smiled, nodding softly.

She bowed again and grabbed the sides of her underwear, sliding them down before him. "Warchief, I…have other affairs, we should make this quick," she cooed out, "I hope I don't offend by saying such, but I have so much going on."

"Tell me about it," chuckled Thrall, who began undoing a flap of his armor. He pulled out his hard throbbing member out, which was green, fat, and had a metal ring at the base of his shaft.

She smiled as she turned around, bending down slightly with her hands on her thighs as he pressed his hands on her soft rear. Thrall grunted as he slowly slid his cock into her sex, she gasped softly as he did so.

He began to pump into her softly yet quick, not wanting to exhaust her in any way. She closed her eyes and looked up, panting calmly as she mated with the warchief. She began to sweat through the whole experience, her cheeks getting redder with every thrust. Even with this, she didn't make much noise. A soft and wanting whimper here and then, but mostly soft breathing and quick gasps.

Thrall was hardly fazed, this was not his first time with a woman obviously. He rubbed her rear as he pumped his shaft into her wet slit, her rear pounding against his strong body.

He began to pump faster and faster into her, the diplomat's eyes closed with her mouth wide open. She still did not utter much sound, but her whimpers would grow more frequent as she began coming closer and closer.

"Warchief!" she yelped out, her climax forcing her to emote loudly. She continued to feel his shaft ram into her softness, hanging her hair down with pleasure.

With a growl, Thrall became close as well, pounding faster and harder into her. She shivered from pleasure as he went wild on her, his cock ready to release.

"Grrrgh!" he released as he finished, his seed spilling out her slit as it dripped on the floor. She grunted with pleasure and looked up at him with a dark blush.

"You…are…amazing…warchief," she let out, slowly getting up and pressing her back on his chest. She slowly disconnected and walked away with a wobble. She stopped to slide her underwear back up.

She turned to him and asked, "Would you…be so kind as to not mention this? I have a reputation and I would be ruined if this was found."

"I would never dishonor you," he replied as he tucked his flaccid member back into his armor, "Return to me later so that we may discuss more of Quel'Thalas' conquest of the Ghostlands…properly."

She smiled and bowed again, walking out his throne room with a preserved elegance and an air of calmness.

He sighed and fell back on his throne, resting his arms on his knees and letting out…

"It's good to be the warchief."

Later that day, Thrall walked along the coasts of Durotar. He was admiring the spirits around him, the ocean coast, the red dirt against his boot, and the hot refreshing air blowing his way.

Suddenly, he saw a sight that perked his interest. He saw a young female orc washing herself on the shores of the ocean. She was a skinny yet well-built female, with light green skin, short black spiky hair, and B-cup breasts. She was naked, washing her legs and chest against the water with her clothes and weapons against a nearby rock.

"Strange place to bath, hm?" greeted Thrall, "Wouldn't you prefer somewhere more…private?"

She quickly looked over and looked at the warchief. "…Yes, but killing a ferocious quillboar does leave a great mess." she said, nudging her head to the corpse of a nearby razorkin, "I just washed my clothes, I decided my body needed cleaning and this was the closest spot for a bath."

Thrall looked over at her clothing and weapons, then at her. She smirked as he said, "I heard of you. Koa…correct? Yes, I heard you created quite a commotion at the local tavern."

"Well, an orc woman such as myself has urges, and when she does, she satisfies them," replied Koa, looking at him with a smile, "Is that such a crime?"

"Not at all, warrior," replied Thrall with a laugh, "But…I am curious of what exactly what that commotion was."

"Perhaps it would be better if I showed you, warchief," said Koa with a large smirk, showing off her breasts to the strong male.

"So, you think you can handle mating with a strong male orc such as myself?" scoffed Thrall in good humor. Koa shrugged playfully, he replied with a laugh and said, "Challenge Accepted."

He walked over to Koa as she slid further away from the shore, her arms supporting her as she looked up at him. When he approached her and stood in front of her, she reached up and grabbed his flap and pulled out his flaccid member before her. She bit her lower half as she stroked it caringly. In no time, it was fully erect.

She slid on her back as he fell on his knees in front of her, looking lustfully and licking her chops. She grunted as he slowly slid his cock into her sex, lifting her head up as he began thrusting into her.

She panted as she was screwed, her breasts heaving with every strong thrust. She panted and moaned, the water rushing against her arms as she groaned in lust.

"Warchief!" she moaned loudly, her body quivering as he thrusted hard and fast into her wet slit, her breasts bouncing as she whipped her drenched hair around.

Thrall grabbed her sides and looked into her eyes, she couldn't resist looking back into them. She couldn't help but blush as he increased his mighty speed.

"Almost there! Almost there!" she moaned out, before flinching in front of him. Not saying a word as she came before her leader. She was stiff as a board, clenching her eyes and teeth as she felt his cock ram into her tight body. She cooed and relaxed as he went faster and faster into her soft sex.

He grunted loudly as he continued to mate his loyal warrior, looking down at her as she looked back. He growled as he felt his time running out, his seed ready to shoot.

Thrall did not hold back, letting his semen seep into her slit with every shot was accompanied with a hard thrust.

"Oh, Warchief! That was amazing," she moaned out, grunting as he slid out of her. Thrall gave her an affectionate rub to her face as he got up. She lifted herself up and walked to the ocean, turning to him and saying, "Thanks to you, Warchief, it seems I'll need another bath."

As she walked to the shores, he said to himself, "It's good to be the Warchief."

Much later that day, Thrall walked to the local bazaar, which was rampant with life and treasure. Many members of the Horde buying, selling, and haggling throughout the whole street.

Thrall could hardly stand the noise, trying to find the exact place he was looking for. He sighed with relief when he found his destination, a purple tent with red markings and a wooden sign saying, "Zashana's Magik Shop".

He parted the drapes and entered, with the smell of incense everywhere and magic potions on multiple shelves. In the middle of the tent was a Jungle Troll woman with long green hair with some tied in a ponytail behind her back, immaculate and inviting breasts, and barely clothed. She wore a sash around her waist that stopped just below her thighs, and a large amount of bead necklaces, leaving her luscious breasts exposed for the Warchief.

She was sitting on a rug, meditating silently. The troll looked up and saw Thrall enter, she greeted with a smile. "How ya bee doin', warchief? I be Zashana, and this be my shop. How may I be of help?"

"I have been under much stress, Zashana," explained Thrall, "And it's been giving me a horrendous headache, perhaps you have some potion that could help me with this pain."

"Headache? Why, I be a good help there, mon," replied Zashana happily, getting up and walking to her shelves, "So, it be stress that cause this? You may need a steady supply of my potion, mon. Headache be easy to cure, stress…nigh impossible, mon."

"How can I fix that then?" asked Thrall, looking around to keep his gaze from her slender form.

"Oh, just keep ya mind pre-occupied, and all be good, mon," she sighed softly, Zashana plucked a purple potion from the shelf and handed it to Thrall, "Now, it should take ya headache away once drunken, mon. However, it will be comin' back, so if it does, see me again."

Thrall grabbed it from her hands and quickly chugged it. And without delay, the headache subsided from his mind. He chuckled and said, "Thank you, Zashana. Now, about pay, how much do you need?"

"Ah, well, mon…pay be a little tricky," she said with a smile, "It cost be 2 gold, since most other headache potions take pain away in two to four hours. But, for the warchief, me only pay I ask is for a little, what you say…Zug-Zug."

Thrall didn't know he was this popular with the ladies. He sighed as he reached out and grabbed her sides, rubbing them as she pressed her hand on his chest. She pushed him gently as he dropped on the floor, his hands resting on it.

She bent down and grabbed at the crotch of his armor, opening it up and revealing his flaccid orc penis. "Nice dick, mon!" she complimented with a smile, "I be treatin' this beast real good!"

She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, moving them slowly up and down. He growled with anticipation as she chuckled with passion, watching the cock grow hard once again.

Once at full erection she got up and stepped over him, then slowly crouched down onto his lap and felt his head press against the lips of her troll sex. With a grunt, she dropped down and let his fat cock plop right in her slit.

"Ooooh yaaaa…" she moaned out as she began to rapidly bounce up and down on his lap, feeling his massive cock inside her person.

He grunted as she went faster and faster, not slowing down with her rear slamming against his thighs and her breasts bouncing and jiggling in front of his face.

"You don't beat…around the bush…do you," grunted Thrall.

"No! I! Don't!" she moaned out, bouncing on him with great speed without self-control. She panted as she clenched her eyes, not holding back all she's got. Zashana stopped bouncing and began to grind against his cock as he reached out and grabbed her rear, squeezing her cheeks softly.

"That's a good boy," she grunted, pumping up and down wildly on her leader once again. Moaning loudly as she began to sweat, pressing her hands against Thrall's chest. He lowered himself down as she pressed her hands against his stomach, she did not stop mating with him.

Thrall had a good view of her body, her tight figure which was drenched with sweat as her breasts bounced for viewing pleasure. She looked at him with caring eyes and her lips slightly puckered, grunting slightly with every thrust.

Thrall grunted as he felt something build up again, causing him to thrust upwards as she thrusted down on him.

"Not yet, mon!" growled Zashana, clenching her eyes and grinding her teeth, "Not…until…I go…first!" With that, she began bouncing faster and faster, yelling out loudly as she was so close to coming. Thrall did his best to hold it in, best not to offend a troll in heat.

Finally, she grunted as she felt pleasure rush through here entire body, with her vaginal fluids leaking down his cock shaft, along with his white orc semen. He growled with tire as he sat up, facing the female troll. With lust, she gave his face a hard and tender lick.

"Damn! You be good on the sack," Zashana sighed as she got up, his dick still hard yet slowly going back down. She walked to her rug with a limp and sat back down, smiling at him.

"Y'know, bossman," she cooed lovingly as he got up with a grunt, "If ya wanna 'nother headache medicine, come back and we do this again, eh?"

"I'll do that, thank you," he said calmly, smiling down at her and nodding triumphantly. He then walked out of the tent, took a deep breath and said…

"It's good to be the Warchief."

Again, later that day, when the sun was near setting. Thrall was out at the cliffs of Duratar, now getting his wish.

His stress has shortened, but that left a hole of boredom. He thought a little adventure would cure him of one, but the centaur raids have been few to none this week, the harpies have been quiet, and the only excitement he got was from a group of drunk Quillboars.

As he walked along the cliff, he saw something that caught his eye…and his interest. He saw a group of ghouls eating a dead kodo, nothing too strange, but then there was the large Abomination and the female Forsaken.

The female Forsaken had pale skin, blood-red hair, luscious lips with a Glasgow smile scar, her joint bones showing, and large D-Cup breasts.

She was wearing a black chest plate, silver shoulder pads, black boots, and long black gloves. She was on her side, lifting her right leg up as the abomination was stitching up around on her thigh. Her chain mail skirt was on the ground, leaving her lower body naked and exposing her slit.

"Now, remember, my lovely Gumsuck," she said lovingly, "I know you love me, but try a little restraint, you can be a bit too rough, okay?"

"Sorry Anastasa," he grunted back.

"Anastasia, love," she corrected with a smile.

When Thrall walked closer, the ghouls noticed this and growled and crawled to him with teeth baring and claws digging into the dirt. Thrall pulled out his hammer defensively.

"Back you naughty boys!" scolded Anastasia, "This is the leader of the Horde! One hand on him and we are history!"

The ghouls grumbled and whined as they backed away, returning back to their dead kodo. Gumsuck finished stitching her thigh, Anastasia then getting up and walking to the Horde Warchief, not minding she was still bottomless.

"Forgive me, warchief," she said, "My lovely boys are quite protective of me and are my loyal servants. Besides that, it is good to finally meet you." She held her hand out to shake.

"Glad to make the acquaintance," replied Thrall, shaking her hand, "You seem to know how to treat them well. They really are fond of you."

"Oh, they are just so good to me, so I treat them in kind," she said with a soft smile, the asking the Warchief out of the blue, "Would you…like me to show you my training method?"

"…Well, I don't see why not," replied Thrall, hoping this as a cure for boredom. Be it combat or pleasure, both are enticing. She looked over to her ghouls and nodded to them, they grumbled as they crawled away down the cliff. Gumsuck groaned and followed them, scratching his belly and looking back at Anastasia slightly.

Anastasia smiled at Thrall and pressed her hand against his crotch. "I'm surprised you are interested, Warchief. Many are put off by sleeping with a living corpse."

"I see no problem, really," replied Thrall, pressing his hand against her rear. She chuckled as she undid his flap, his cock flopping out, much to her pleasure.

"My, my! What an impressive piece!" she sighed lustfully, who began rubbing his penis with her hand, "I might need more stitches after this one."

She then turned around after his cock grew hard again, feeling his hands caress her thighs as he smelt her hair. She lowered herself down on the ground, on all fours before her warchief with a cool smile.

He dropped down onto his knees, his fat member slapping against her cold rear. He pulled back and pressed the tip of his cock against her wet pussy, sliding it into her softly.

"Oh goodness," she let out as he slid into her, "So big. So big."

She gasped as he gave his first thrust, then grunted after the second, and moaned as he kept on thrusting fast and hard into her sex. She let her mouth hang down as his cock pounded into her sex, her ass cheeks pressing against his pelvis with every hard thrust.

Anastasia glanced back and looked at the warchief as he rammed into her like an animal, his cock wet from her juices.

As they fucked, two of the ghouls peeked from a nearby rock, watching their mistress have sex with this Orc God. She moaned with great pleasure, smiling widely as she was mounted by the orc, his cock like a battering ram.

Her body began trembling, her arms quivering madly. Her hair was dangling against her cheek, feeling her entire body quake with pleasure as he kept on pounding and pounding, faster and faster.

And as expected, she grunted as his semen shot inside of her sex. She panted as she felt his warm cum seep out and drip onto the dirt.

"Amazing!" she moaned, "You orcs are…incorrigible!"

"It's a natural thing," joked Thrall. She chuckled as she slid off his cock and getting up, whipping her hair back and forth. She looked at him as her undead lackeys moved to her lovingly.

"See me again…my name is Anastasia Deadheart," she cooed as a ghoul slid her chain mail skirt up for her, "Remember it, warchief, I'll always accommodate your needs. And mine."

With that, Anastasia and her undead minions walked away. She looked back to see if he was gazing at any part of her body, her ass mainly, and he was. She smiled as she walked down the hill, cutting him from her drop dead gorgeous sight.

With her disappearance, he sighed and said, once again, and without disagree…

"It's good to be the Warchief."

The Banana Slug: I am contemplating not using canon characters. That Grom one got a (negative?) response. It sounded so. I don't really know, but I am thinking of not taking the chance.