Author's Notes:

Warcraft and all applicable trademarks belong to Blizzard.

Folks, I won't lie to you, this next scene is dark, has lots of blood, and it's not anything close to what I would call sex because it falls so far into the extreme BDSM & Bloodplay category. This will end in the messy, violent death of one of the ("unwilling") participants. If you have a weak stomach, are squeamish, or are psychologically vulnerable or troubled, you would be well advised to, and should, please skip to the next chapter. This is part of the plot, and introduces a major character, but it's not essential for you to read it to follow the storyline.

On the other hand, if you hate orcs and are happy to see a night elf chick give 'em back what they've been giving in a lot of these fanfics, by all means, read on.

Vengeance is sweet, bitches!

A Dark, Shadowy Interlude

Gorok snuffled uneasily as he hunched in the bushes. It was dark, and he knew he was at a disadvantage in the darkness. Night elves were able to see farther at night and blend in with the shadows as easily and naturally as they breathed.

He'd been separated from the rest of his raiding party when they'd fallen upon a group of night elves and a skirmish had erupted. They'd seemed to have the upper hand, at least until massive vines erupted from the ground and started tearing orcs and trolls apart like dogs fighting over rabbit carcasses anyway. The horde fighters had broken and fled.

He shuddered, because he could still see those massive, twisting vines with heads like dragons, sharp wooden teeth gaping in their shadowy mouths, tearing through tempered steel as easily as paper, biting into the green flesh beneath. Their shaman, Votnik, had been the first to be torn apart, blood falling like rain as he was lifted screaming out of their sight.

Gorok planned to hide until morning, and then head back south, towards Mulgore.

His plans went right out of his head when he saw her.

The stars appeared from behind the clouds, just enough of their light piercing the canopy to illuminate her nude, magnificent body as she walked along the edge of the pond he'd drunk from earlier, its waters shrouded in shadow by the tree boughs that stretched out over it.

Her face was noble, countenance filled with unearthly beauty, lips full, her skin a rich purple, hair a blue as dark as the night sky. Her large, firm breasts made his mouth water, pert nipples standing in the cool air, her slim hips blooming into a soft, perfect heart-shaped bottom before slimming again into long, long, smooth legs.

Gorok was instantly hard, wiping drool from the side of his mouth. He glanced quickly around, looking for some sign of a trap, and then she bent over, and all thoughts of caution were driven out of his brain by the sight of her luscious buttocks. He was up and running towards her before he even thought about it, determined to bury his painfully throbbing cock into her hot pussy and pound her until he blew his load.

The night elf crouched at the edge of the pool, for all the world as if she couldn't hear him crashing through the brush behind her. His grin was savage.

His ankles came together and he let out a surprised grunt as the ground rose up and dealt him a stunning blow to the side of his head. He blinked up at her as she straddled his broad chest, her white, even teeth gleaming in her beautiful face, golden eyes bright, her hands pressing his wrists against the earth.

"Well, hello," she cooed in a silky voice that made his mind go hazy. He grinned stupidly at her, tried to reach for her, and realized his arms were bound fast. He turned his head, caught sight of the vines thickening around one wrist and beginning to twine down his arm, and felt a hint of misgiving pierce through the cloud of his lust.

"Did you come out here looking for me?" The soft fingers were gentle as they cupped his cheek, and she had his attention instantly once more, forgetting to be afraid.

"Yeah." he said, licking his lips, lowering his tone. "You looking for something mean and green?"

"That's exactly what I'm looking for," she murmured, bending over on top of him, the soft swells of her glorious breasts brushing his face. He was so enraptured that he didn't even protest as armor and clothing were ripped from his body by more vines, didn't see the tiny dragon heads, with their wooden fangs that dented steel and pierced fabric, sheared leather, wasn't paying attention to anything at all as she sat on his chest, giving him an unrestricted view of her starlit bosom, her taut belly, her slick pussy.

She was getting off on this, he realized as she turned her beautiful face away from him, and then he let out a groan as her soft fingers closed gently on his painfully erect penis. She stroked him, turning to watch his expression as his face went slack with pleasure. She moved her hips, and he felt the lips of her clitoris pressing against his mouth, rubbing against his face.

He opened his mouth to lick her, and she lifted herself just beyond its reach. A single drop of her fell onto his tongue, and he swallowed willingly, opening his mouth for more.

He flinched as tiny spikes dug into his bound arms and legs, piercing the skin. She giggled. He looked up at her a little warily, but she just smiled seductively back at him and ran a finger over her full lips. "I like it a little bit rough," she whispered huskily.

Then her pussy was back over his mouth, and he pushed his tongue up into her as she rocked atop him, one of her hands at her nipples, her head flung back, her long, beautiful hair swaying with her motions.

The thorns digging into his flesh should have been his first warning. He knew for certain something was wrong when his face and his mouth started to burn and those thorny vines tightened around his legs and pushed them up and apart, spreading him wide.

He screamed into her pussy as something knobby and hard pressed against his sphincter, and then shoved inward, pulsating, throbbing. He shook as it rubbed up against his prostate, his softening cock swelling involuntarily once more, and if it was even possible, it was even harder than before. She got up off him, long enough for him to get a single scream out, turned, and shoved her clit down on his face once more, her hands closing on his penis.

He could feel the strange, knobby thing in his rectum growing, pulsing. She got up, smiling beatifically at him as her plant-servants raped him, and one hand closed around his scrotum, fingers continuing to stroke his cock.

His body quivered, tensed, cum boiling in his balls.

She ripped them off.

Gorok screamed as blood shot in darkly gleaming arcs from his penis, splattered on his face, over his hairy chest, on his belly, and then he was choking as she shoved his testicles into his mouth, down his throat. His eyes bulged.

The knobby thing in his rectum exploded, burrowing rootlets devouring him from the inside out, belly boiling a heartbeat before it erupted in a spray of roots and tissues and internal organs. The last thing he saw as his head sank back was her golden eyes, her beautiful face fixed in pleasure, the fluid from her pussy raining down on him from between her writhing fingers as she came.

Ipsis let herself tumble to the mossy earth, smiling rapturously as the orc's corpse dissolved, vines and roots receding back into the earth which closed up behind them, leaving unbroken moss and wild grass and a few flowers wavering where he'd been only heartbeats before. It had been such a long time since she'd fed with such satisfaction.

The slaughter in the clearing when the orcs had broken her seal-stone had been glorious, sating the greater part of her hunger, but she'd needed something deeper, more fulfilling. The orc was no demon, no rich fire for her and her rootlets to feed upon, to turn to sweet life, but there had been an echo of them in him, and his spirit and flesh had been delicious. Ipsis rose, and went to hunt more.