The heat of Orgrimmar wasn't the place for someone like Arion Sunswell - especially given that they were much more used to the temperate and natural balance that Eversong had. Warm summers and cool winters, with all else in between being an intermingling of the two themes. Perhaps it was the land itself being so blessed as it was the homeland of the Sin'dorei - or maybe it was just how Azeorth was when it came to its perfect positioning for the weather patterns. It could never match anywhere else in the nobles mind. He couldn't stand the heat of the desert city truthfully, but the wide range of characters was at the very least welcome. The Tauren, Orcs, Pandaren, and even the Trolls and Goblins were a generally unique sight to see in his races capital city of Silvermoon - or even Eversong. Then again, his newest position of power found himself in places where he generally wouldn't be in at the demand of his superiors.

He was a newfound Commander in a new sect of the Horde army; a group of fine soldiers, casters, and healers that were made to reinforce the northern border that threatened the lands of Azshara; filled with Naga and invading Kaldorei. A strong hand was needed to rule over these troops in its defense, and it seemed that with enough connections, sweet talking, and spoiling of the other officials by his family; Arion had found himself in just that role. It's not that the man wasn't fit for it - he was a talented priest and a fairly capable healer. It was just that he looked nothing like the part of a warcaster that could play the role of leadership. He had soft features and an extremely graceful form - long silken hair, adorable cheeks, plush lips, and wide eyes that always seemed more innocent than anything else. That being said, the feminine man still held true to his heritage as a noble, and was very capable of commanding others beneath him.

As long as they didn't show their teeth.

Zugza Gronnfist was a woman that did just that. She was a leading shieldbearer against the Night Elves offensive to the northern gates of Orgrimmar during the height of their invasion - but now she was more of a glorified city guard that was under the command of some noble. To be fair, the Orc was generally terrible to be around - domineering, offensive to those that weren't strong willed, and overall racist towards the more frail the Horde had to offer. She was tall and muscular with dark green skin and a long, blood red mohawk. Her body was a mix of the female form and pure muscle - but it was obvious that her rock hard body mingled well with its own balance being a prime, Orcish female.

To Zugza, the Sin'dorei were seen little less than those that she would use for her own gain, or more importantly as a set of holes for her to ruin and fuck relentlessly when she so desired. Arion - her 'leader' - was going to be no different, and nor would she care just how outright angry he would be. Dominance needed to be asserted, much like everything else in this world, and having her leading Commander knocked down a few notches and perhaps even loyal to her and her 'war maul' she packed below. Most Elves that crossed her path ended on their knees, and most of the time those that survived the encounter with her were loyal sluts that listened to everything she said.

Arion found himself in one of the tents residing just outside of Azshara near the gates of Orgrimmar settled specifically for this group of guards. He made it a small home for himself whenever he was out for patrol or just generally looking for a moment away from those beneath him. A chest, a small bed, and a table with a chair to write down his reports of the days newest complications or conquests regarding their assault on the ever-problematic Naga. The Sin'dorei wore a flowing robe that rested at his dainty feet, one hand going to brush his strands out from his face as he read what he had noted down for his officials. From a distance - especially from the back - many could take Arion as an elegant woman; the natural allure of his feminine body drawing others mind in a more intimate direction. Thankfully the sun was setting, and night was upon Azshara and he could relax much more freely in his 'home'. At least, that was what he had hoped.

Zugza found herself sulking along the back of the tent, keeping her fiery red pupils peeled for anyone that would call her out on her shady act. Not that she would care; a firm punch in the chest was enough to silence them. However, with her idea to subdue the man, she needed this to go flawlessly. Get in, take what she rightfully earned in the chain of command, and get out. No one would be the wiser when the others all take orders from this Elf whilst she had true control over the little man. She snaked her way around to the front of the setup, and without much else of a noise, slid right into Arion's tent. She wore - arguably - fairly generic clothes for an Orcish woman would sleep in; a loose vest and pants with a pair of kodohide leather boots, and even if she was a woman made to stand at the front lines, she merited the silence of the damned Forest Elves she so loved slaying.

Arion's ears perked, and he quickly turned at the sound of his tent flap fluttering. His expression went from startled and worried to confused and more so relaxed. It was just his finest Defender perhaps coming here to chat? Maybe speak about something she had heard during her closing in for the night.

"Miss Gronnfist, is everything alright?" He asked; truthfully the woman had been fairly cold to him ever since he had so suddenly came in and taken over as leading officer from the last man that was in charge. She seemed distant, but always willing to listen. It was just a little odd to now have the first moments alone with the Orc be in his tent as the night was coming to an end - with both of them in their more relaxed nightly wears. It was more concerning that the woman didn't speak, and only just began to approach. His eyes narrowed, and his throat was cleared as he gently leaned back against the table that he was reviewing his notes on. This was no place to act sheepish - he was in charge! That was his role given to him by those that entrusted him with the place of command. However, it was hard to hold eye contact - Zugza had such strong determination; like a predator seeking prey. She always knew what she wanted, even when Arion was constantly indecisive. It was why his pretty, glowing green eyes glanced away, and his ears drooped in a budding nervousness. Thankfully, he found his ground, and quickly spoke up. "How may I help you, grunt?"

Zugza slowed her steps, all but a few feet away, with her neck cranning down to stare at the slightly shorter man. He was a solid five foot ten inches - a little shorter for his kind - but the Orc was a natural six foot tall beauty. She had the height advantage, and the strength advantage - and they both knew it. Her lips curled into a wry smirk, tusks bearing proudly as she spoke down in that gruff, womanly voice. "Who was the one that put you in charge."

Arion felt his spine shudder in a growing unease, letting out a low 'Uh' as he kept himself leaning properly against the table. His slender shoulders shrugged as he spoke back, "A few leading Blood Knights spoke with the Captain of the Guard - saw me a fit suit given my role and who I am."

"And who are you, exactly?" Zugza then asked, taking a step forward as she clocked her head. "I'm just curious."

"Arion Sunswell, of… House Sunswell?" He said this, a tad flatly. "Sir of the Third Family of the Sunswell Line. I thought you knew who I was when we were first introduced."

"No, I know who you are, I just meant who you exactly are." One of the Orc's larger, battleworn hands trailed around the man's middle suddenly, tugging him off of the table and yanking him forward to press into her solid center. Arion couldn't help but gasp at this - his hands moving to press against the Orcs chest to shove away with no avail. Zugza was like a stone wall - impossible to move unless she wanted to happen.

"I-... I beg your pardon?!" The Sin'dorei said in an outrage, annoyance heavy in his tone as he stared back at the woman now keeping him so close. The hand that had made it's way down the mans frame towards his hips. Every inch the Blood Elf felt his cheeks grow red and increase his squirming more and more. Unfortunately, the second hand of the powerful woman rolled over towards his neck; wrapping around and keeping the man locked in even as he pushed away pathetically. Arion couldn't lie to himself, he was weak, it was why he was a spellcaster in the first place.

"What is your real place in this coalition? Are you really the leader?" Zugza questioned, her voice growing soft - inviting, even - as the hand moved to cup the man's ass with a firm grip. Whilst perhaps not sporting a pair of hips and cheeks that most of the women of his kind did, the Orcess was pleasantly surprised to find a healthy handful. She couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at the thought of the man dolling himself up and riding some magical cock to practice pleasuring her. The Commander gasped at this feeling, letting out a yelp as he shoved his hands harder into the woman.

"Off me, Orc!" He demanded, snarling. "What sick game are you playing?"

"No games, 'Commander'," Zugza responded swiftly, keeping the grip on his ass steady as she squeezed the cheek in slow circles. "I'm simply showing you who's the real person in charge. No amount of connections can merit what I'm about to do to you…" She finished her statement in a soft purr, peeling the hand away and drawing in to plant a harsh slap against the man's robed rear. He yelped, again, staring back at the Orc with a look of outraged disgust. Was he really disgusted by the actions? No, if anything the man was growing aroused by the aimless handling - but he couldn't give this woman what she wanted. Who was she to come in and lay claim to a role that was rightfully his.

Or at least, as rightfully his as it can when you're given the role on a gilded platter.

"What, do you plan to… subdue me? Put me in my place?" The man said back - spite riddled in his voice yet soft and willing. He was not submitting, not by any means, but he couldn't help but shudder at the suddenness in the situation, and just what this warrior wanted of him.

"Exactlythat," Zugza responded, leaning forward as she snarled inches away from his face. "Do you have a problem with that?"

The two remained silent, their breath holding for a moment as they held eye to eye. The glowing green of Arion's and the blood red of Zugza's collided in a silent hold for domination - and the Orcess was winning. It was an uphill battle; he was being manhandled, controlled, and dominated just by the very aura this muscular beast had in control of him. The situation causing his own knees to grow weak, but still did his noble line and embarrassment of the situation make him fight back. Enough to resume the squirming and shuddering as he responded back harshly. "I do. You're my subordinate, and you should start acting like it, grunt."

The Orcess let out a breath of hot air from her nostrils, and the hand around the man's neck drew to his shoulders. The other hand that was resting on his lower half pressed down - forcing his already shaky knees give way as he was so easily brought down lower and lower. Arion was confused at this, if fighting back for a moment as he held that cute pout across his gentle expression, feeling his knees press against the cloth floor of his tent. He stared forward at the woman's lower half, glazing over the loose pants as Zugza removed her hands and drew them over to the simple waistband that kept her pants up. Even with his freedom however, the Sin'dorei didn't react. He remained still, down on his knees, staring up with that generally miffed expression and flushed cheeks. That was enough to confirm the Orc's suspicions of just what her Commander was: weak willed, submissive, and generally easy to control.

None of those traits fit for a Commander of the Hordes forces - especially its cities defenders.

"Was that it? Barely any lip from my 'superior'...?" The Orcess affirmed from above, a tad disappointed as she tossed the simple wrap to the side. "Here I was hoping for some fight."

"I don't need to act out like some child," Arion said, "Your punishment comes in the future when I tell everyone of your actions, and-..."

"That I came into your tent, whipped out my cock, and made you suck me off like some common whore?" Zugza barked with a laugh, which caused the man to have his eyes go wide, and then stare back over at the now very loose pants.

"W-... Wait, your…"

"My slutbreaker." Affirmed the Orc, moving her hands to tug her pants down, going bare from the waist down. Now, on full display - without any garments fastened beneath to hide what she held. Two trunk-like calves that held up her powerful frame, with her leather boots now kicking the pants to the side. Nestled between the woman's legs was a prime example of just why this Orcess held such a high head and an aura of pure control. A fat, girthy prick that outmatched even Arion's cock when hard. The only difference was that this member was still soft. Seven inches and growing, with powerful veins riddling the entire uncut shaft as blood pumped from the swelling need. A waft of pure sex and sweat came from the protectors lower half - causing the man's head to spin as he leaned back at the sudden aroma. Two hefty nuts rested right behind that well-off cock, and with a hand going down to grip at the base and slowly jerk it, the size only swelled as the woman spoke downward. "My bitchmaker? My War Hammer?" She couldn't help but hold a manic grin at the sight of the man that was once standing in line in front of tens of other of her comrades now on her knees before her. "My big, green COCK?"

Arion watched with a sick satisfaction at the thickening member; it's girth increasing with the length as the woman grew more and more horny given the situation. The man couldn't help but be turned on himself - it was in his nature. All his life, with all of his interactions when it came to sex was him at a lose of control, and every time the sex was better than the last. Haughty Sin'dorei noblewomen with bodies of fertile Goddess that bound him to a bed and teased him to no end, even to larger Tauren women nearly crushing him beneath their weight. Their pleasure never truly came from his ccok, and it almost always was using his form as a means to get off. Like he was some kind of toy - useless, powerless, pathetic. It was wonderful. He couldn't help but part his lips to speak, but no words came out. Just a gaping, awestruck expression that now rested on the man's face.

"Good, keep those lips part." Zugza said, drawing herself forward in another step as she moved to rest her other hand now on the man's head; fingers curling around his lengthy hair to grip at the back of her skull tensely. The pressure was firm, and to Arion it was relaxing. "I like my women loyal." She added, drawing her cock closer and closer towards his lovely lips.

"I'm not a-"

Silenced by the sudden pressure of the green, semi-hardcockhead pressing between his lips, Arion shut his eyes as his tongue immediately tasted at the salty underside of the advancing cock. Nearly as instant as the taste hit his buds did the intense smell of the woman's member invade his nostrils. Every breath of air that was now reflectively coming from his nose was assaulted by wave after wave of sex and cum. From what the man could taste, it was obvious that this stud had taken another woman so recently that the sex lingered around her cock. She had not cleaned herself off recently, and what did it matter when as someone like Arion was the role of cleaning the woman and her cock.

"Yes, you are." Zugza said, watching with glee as inch after inch of her mighty rod found itself pressing further and further into her newest cocksleeve. "You are a woman. In my culture, men are strong, powerful - and most importantly…" With a thrust forward, it was unfortunate enough to see the smaller man so suddenly gag as his eyes shut in the feeling of such a giant - in comparison - cock block his throat. "Know how to have a spine." She couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, keeping the man stationed below as she relished in the feeling of the warm mouth struggling to fit her Orcish shaft. Her head clocked as she watched tears bud and the man's breath grow short from having the head of her impressive member press against his throat. "Perhaps we should make this official, 'Commander', how about a rename?"

The only response was met with the Sin'dorei's eyes opening to stare up; teary from the lack of air as they began to stream down his cheeks.

"Lady Ari, Cocksucker of the Northern Gate!" Zugza boasted with another laugh, watching the man's ears droop at the words. This was utterly humiliating for the Commander, even if the man did embrace his natural beauty from time to time. To be called a woman when you are suppose to be this figure of power and authority. How was he supposed to do that when one of the women beneath him so casually overpowered and forced him down to suck her off? It was embarrassing, and he wasn't sure if he could ever recover from being set as such an example. Thankfully the Orcess had the kindness in her hollow heart to pull the cock far enough out to where the man could sputter and drool all over himself - coughing as air filled his lungs. Her cock hung heavy and hard; eleven or so inches at full mast and now dripping some hearty pre along with the spittle. "Yes, Ari, I like that."

"P-... Please," Arion said, regaining his composure as he stared back up at the woman; watching her glower down in a dark satisfaction. "I'll leave you off patrols… or… give you paid days off duty. Is that what you want?" The man assumed that there had to be more to this woman's ploy aside from getting off. At least, that was what he was hoping for given the situation.

"Do you think that's all I care about? That I'm so desperate and lazy for coin I would intimidate you to get off my duty? Ha!" The woman barked another laugh, "You don't seem to understand the situation, so allow me to make my point clear…" The Orcess' grip on the man's long hair tightened, and those meaty digits pressed him down again on that meaty cock. This time, however, there would be no brakes on the feeding that this woman seemed keen on doing. When the cock found its way well past what Arion's limit was, she pushed even further. The delicate hands of the healer found themselves pressing against the thick thighs of the domineering woman; attempting to find means of bracing herself against the almost literal impact that he imagined was going to be the roughest facefucking of his life.

Which was odd, given how it would be the first.

Even as his throat swelled, Zugza didn't stop - and if anything the sensation of feeling the tight grip of 'her' throat around the cock was invigorating. It was always something that made her feel right in the situation she was in. Women - and men - that found themselves laying with her always got a taste of her cock either at the start of the night or the end of it. Thankfully, for the little man beneath her, stretching her partners throat was always a given. Another throaty purr came from the muscular Orcess above, those red eyes fluttering as she hummed at the satisfaction of those final, thick inches working their way into the man's throat.

Arion, on the other hand, was in a terrible crossroads here. Whilst his lesser was about to bottom out, he couldn't help but feel a terrible arousal that built deep within him given the situation. This situation was against his own will! He never gave this woman permission to do what she was doing. Then again, was that even needed given how hard his own cock was? The small bulge forming from the robes, and his cheeks still burning with that aroused embarrassment - it was all enough to signal that he was enjoying it. A loss for control; a careless taking from the woman above, most importantly the fact that she had a cock that shamed his twice over. He mewled around the member, his lungs burning as his eyes continued to water and tears flowed due to the lack of air. It seemed that at least Zugza was going to allow him to breathe, as she slowly pulled her cock out from the man's throat for only a moment before thrusting back in the moment he gasped for air.

Arion gagged terribly at this sensation, the cock ramming back into his throat causing his eyes to slam shut and his fist to ball in a feeble attempt of control. The man attempted to pull back and peel away from the saliva-drenched cock - only to be halted by the hand that was controlling his head and gripping his hair. Yes, as was the woman's plans, making sure that the Blood Elf knew his place beneath her meant succumbing him to such a sensation such as taking her cock. Afterall, this was going to be a normal thing between the two; Zugza knew that training a slut to be your slut truly just meant repetition.

Of both being fucked, and the actual skills of sucking and taking dick.

She drew her other hand over to lock around the man's skull - pressing her fingers roughly into his scalp as she drew herself forward in a half-hunch and began to work her hips back and forth in this vigorous, intense humping. Each time the woman's girthy, green cock drove it's way deep into the man's throat - silencing him and cutting off all sense of oxygen - she seemed to pick up on a better means of adjusting her speed to fit the man's struggle. Arion's gags, his squeals, and his gentle shuddering and dubious reluctance was enough to drive her wild, so much so that those heavy balls churned with the thick she-jizz that the woman so proudly held. "Such a good girl…" The woman said from above, dripping with that sensible satisfaction knowing damn well how much this hit her 'Commander'. "You'll be a trained slut in no time."

Arion was lost in such a terrible mixture of emotions. For one, he held a welling rage from the situation and just how simply this Orc had snuck into his tent and forced him on his knees; yet on the other hand, his own erection that was throbbing with a latent desire for its own release showed how 'fine' he was with the situation. Lust had overtaken him, and even as he had this mighty shaft forced into his maw over and over again, the Sin'dorei couldn't deny the effect it was having on him. His tongue was slathering against the bottom of that veiny rod, his lips puckered to eagerly accept more of the dick. Even the burning sensation of his lungs demanding air seemed all that distant as an issue. It was terribly erotic, and he couldn't help but enjoy himself.

Zugza realized this as well, working herself at a faster pace as she snarled down. "Unrgh… so much for being a fucking Commander." The she-stud snorted mid-thrusts, observing as stray strands of spit drooled down the Elf's lips and staining his robe. "You were made to suck cock, Ari, don't know if you knew that about yourself." The Orcess continued, demeaning the man all the while he was down. There wasn't a means to respond, given that he had a heavy cock silencing all means of communication. Even then, as the words stung at him, they only made him even harder. "Getting around by being tossed into the dirt. You'll be the camps mount in no time. EVERYONE will get a shot at you, slut!" The warrior bellowed, feeling her sack lurch as pleasure began to rock through her form. Her muscles tensed, her eyes shut, and she threw her head back as she held onto the coming orgasm with a pristine skill. It seemed she didn't want to cum - not yet at least.

Or perhaps, not within the man's throat.

Even as her thrusting slowed and her release began to bubble up her cum-vein, Zugza had the prime expertise as a lover to know how to control herself. It was why she pulled her cock out painfully slowly; relishing in the feeling of those inches escaping from the mouth below as she gnawed on her lower lip to bask in the edging pleasure. Of course, not even someone like her could hold on forever, and once that bulbous head found itself escaping the man's lips as he began to cough, she quickly drew one of the hands away from his skull to go towards that hungry prick, and jerk it into orgasm.

All poor little 'Ari' could do is watch in a daze as his lungs filled with air through a series of coughs, and stare directly at the bursting head of that powerful member.

Zugza let out a low, satisfied moan of bliss with a hiss in that raunchy Orcish; "Fuck yes…" she whispered, feeling her body lurch forward as she forced the feminine leaders head back to take the onslaughtof her orgasm. Rope after powerful rope of cum marked the man's cheeks and face - yet still did Ari not find herself moving during this action. Perhaps it was simply the fact that Zugza still had one hand holding his head in place - or maybe it was just the fact that the Sin'dorei was enjoying taking a hot load onto his expression. Whatever expectations the Priest had was blown out of the water as the musky jizz continued to unload onto his stunned expression. The oozing sensation of the nut made his own cock spurt a rope of pre - nothing that matched the larger woman - and even caused him to etch out a simple mewl at his robes being stained by the Orc's cum. Zugza continued to milk her twitching cock; the last of the seed drooping down from the head slowly to purposely find itself down on his center - with the head stained messily from the heavy orgasm.

Even as the two panted, it was obvious that the entire 'feel' of the room had shifted; now the grunt was in charge, with the Commander now at the bottom of the barrel. The Orcess removed her hand from the man's skull, giving him freedom to retract or fall back - but he did neither. He simply sat there, panting, and relishing in the heavy facial that made him feel so much less than what he used to be. A cumslut to a hung Orc - his entire family would be ashamed. Zugza used her other hand - the hand that had been slowly milking the last of that orgasm away - to go and draw two of her thick digits over the cum-stained slit. The woman took on her finger tips a hearty strand of jizz that came right from the cock, and then simply offered it towards the kneeling man.

"Lick." She demanded, and to her satisfaction after a moment of silence, Ari responded.

He tentatively leaned in - fel green eyes staring back up at the woman that had so keenly taken him for her own - with strands of cum parting between his lips as he rolled out his tongue. The smell of cock was fresh on his breath, and now he would get the first taste of cum from his superior. The muscle lapped over the tip of the fingers - relishing in the studs seed before drawing himself in to suck on the presented digits. All the while, he stared up with a glimmer in his eyes; a sense of satisfaction and compliance that fed the Orc with a primitive, yet proper change in pace.

No matter what happened in the coming weeks, Zugza was the Commander now, and all that mattered was that her Ari knew it.

Arion watched over at his troops with a smile at how well versed they were in their drills. Many of them found friendship in the noble, whilst others didn't attempt to even communicate with him past being a leader. Nothing was majorly different - well perhaps maybe his skin seeming softer and mind being at ease. No one knew why that was the case - but having a Commander that wasn't going to yell or complain about your form in combat was always a welcome sight - especially within the Horde, so why did it matter?

It didn't, not to anyone besides Zugza and Arion.

The weeks that had passed since the experience within the tent had shifted the twos dynamic intensely. The Orc left without much else of a word, and Arion jerked himself off to one of the best scenarios of his life to date. The next day, the Orcess acted like nothing had happened - until that night came again. This time, however, 'Ari' was complacent and loyal. He dropped to his knees, parted his lips, and took Zugza's cock without hesitation. The thrill that came from the situation was overwhelming, and it developed a sense of satisfaction that - to him - couldn't come with fucking a woman. If anything, it proved the Orc right about his role in this defense. Almost every night did Zugza and Arion meet in some form, and the ones where the Orcess didn't intrude on the man made him worry. Was he not good enough their last session? Perhaps he did something wrong.

No, that was never the case, Zugza just had other women to fuck, or people to bully and slay.

Now, he stood staring over at the lines of Troops - some attacking dummies and others sparing in the nearby clear of forest - whilst to his side was the freshly appointed 'personal bodyguard'; Zugza Gronnfist. She stood to his side, arms folded, with her gaze lingering on the man to her side. A smug grin held as she leaned over to whisper something in his ears - words that made the Commanders eyes widen and cock twitch with excitement. They were words of endearment; how good of a whore he was being, and just how eager she was to get his lips on her cock. This made Ari's heart flutter, and lean his lithe frame back into the Orc as he felt a firm hand grip at his ass possessively.

Perhaps leading wasn't what he was best at, but serving was where he truly thrived.