Chronicles of Lazdormu(IC closed for Sinister Spiders)

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PRESENT

Thrall found it difficult to concentrate on the prophets words when Emila or Jaina the human sorceress, leader of the human contingent was standing so close. For months he had worried over the fate of his shipwreck companion, he had secretly been communing with the spirits every night in a vain effort to locate her.

The last time he remembered seeing her she was still mildly injured and in no condition to defend herself, but then he had no idea she was one of the leaders of the Alliance.

While Medivh explained his history and the reason they were gathered Thrall took a moment to steal a glance at Jaina from the corner of his eye. When he saw her brilliant blue eyes staring directly back he quickly turned his attention back to the prophet.

"I know there is animosity for both factions but against the burning legion you must unite." Medivh urged them. "I will leave you now to discuss a treaty, when we are ready I will set up a meeting with the Night elves." Before either of them could respond Medivh shapeshifted into a crow and departed the cave.

Thrall looked around the cavern both his small group of warriors and Jaina's troops stared each other down. He knew at a moments notice they would break their positions and fight to the death. He looked back at Jaina and saw the same realisation in her eyes. He realised at that point he really knew nothing about her, he wasn't surprised to discover she wasn't what she claimed but the leader of the human alliance was far beyond what he would have guessed.

In all his time as a slave he'd only ever seen males at the head of human militia and government, the fact that she held such a position gave him an even deeper respect for her and urged him to find out more. He gave Jaina a gentle look of relief before striding back to his warriors; with an expression of confidence and an air of authority he commanded his group.

"We shall return to the surface with the humans. When we reach the surface Nazgrim I want you to take the others and tell our troops to fall back from the human base. "

"But Warchief!"

"No! Our petty squabbles are nothing compared to the horror that will befall this world."

"Yes Warcheif" Nazgrim reluctantly replied.

"Cairne you are welcome to take your people and find shelter from the legion. I can assure you they are far more deadly than the centaur.

"I appreciate the offer young one but my people and I are with yours to the end."

"Thank you friend."

"Warchief. What are you going to do?" Nazgrim inquired.

"I will discuss the terms of our treaty with the human leader and we will coordinate a strategy to fight off the burning legion."

"Allow me to accompany you Warchief, I do not trust the humans. "

"They will not harm me Nazgrim, besides we will be meeting at a neutral location."

"Yes Warchief."

 

[SinisterSpiders]

PRESENT Lady Jaina Proudmoore

Jaina's heart raced as she waited, hood down and eyes wide. In an instant she could see Grok's recognition of her, but with the way his forces were gearing up for battle she wondered if it would be enough.

Then, thankfully, the prophet intervened. As he spoke both armies stood captive. He talked of the Burning Legion. Jaina knew that her army alone would not be able to defeat them. She knew that they would need more help; help that the Horde could provide. If the Horde leader not been Grok, or Warchief Thrall as she now knew him, she would have doubted it.

Jaina felt as though she knew Thrall. Even though there was clearly a lot that she didn't know; she knew his heart. She knew his personality; his kindness. She knew that he would not be the type to deny an alliance and risk their world.

As the prophet spoke she found herself constantly distracted. How had Thrall survived? What had happened to him after they were captured? How had such a kind-hearted and cautious being become the leader of the Horde?

Every time Jaina's eyes fell upon that familiar green skin she had to shake herself out of a premature sense of relief. She still didn't know if his army would clash against hers. For even is she refused to fight him, she could not deny her army to fight his if they set against them.

At one stage their eyes met during the prophet's talk. They met for a moment that was charged with an intensity that she got swept away in. When he looked away she was glad; he had a strength of resolve that she couldn't find at that moment.

Jaina waited and watched as he issued his orders to his contingent of Horde.

"We go to the surface," Jaina ordered her own, turning around and deciding to mirror Thrall's actions. "When we are there I will enter a treaty talk with the Warchief. The Prophet is right; we have no hope of surviving the Burning Legion alone."

"My Lady, how many shall I request attend you during the meeting?" Asked her squire; ever dilligent.

"None."

"None?" It wasn't so much a question as an exclamation.

"That's right. Presuming the worst and going in armed is not the correct way to start an alliance." Jaina kept her voice firm and her chin high in the air as her comrades looked at her in disbelief.

"Forgive me my Lady, but being murdered because you refused to take a guard out of honour is certainly no way to start an alliance either."

Jaina's eyes narrowed on the captain who refused to shrink under her glare.

"You think I will not be able to defend myself?" Jaina asked. No-one wanted to answer, but she was resonably certain that they wanted to say she was underestimating the Warchief.

~*~

When they reached the surface and the two armies had settled, Jaina agreed to an honour guard to escort her midway to the meeting point. An orc runner had arrived in their camp and explained that Thrall wished to meet with her in the abandoned Tauren camp on a nearby peak. Her own guard had followed her most way up the peak, but she was sure to leave them behind as she made the final ascent. She hoped that Thrall had done the same. She had so much to say to him, and so little of it suitable for other ears. In the end the only reason her captains had agreed to remain behind was because they knew of her teleportation skills. She also told them that she would always remain two steps and a leap in distance from the Warcheif.

When Jaina levelled out on the peak she looked ahead to see Thrall standing in the distance, silhouetted by the sun against the ragged flaps of an old tent. She stopped, unsure of what to do next, and cast her eyes around to see if anyone else was with them.

"I came alone," Jaina called out, her voice carried by the warm and gentle wind. "Mistrust is no way to start a treaty between our forces."

It was formal, but Jaina was unsure if they were being watched. Every part of her itched to teleport the distance between them and wrap her arms around him in relief, but she knew she had to hold back. At least until she knew that she would not be seen.

 

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Warchief Thrall

Thrall knew that he had to choose a location that was neutral to both factions, his lieutenants would never let him go alone otherwise and thus he picked an abandoned Tauren encampment that he and he warriors found some months back. It was situated on one of the highest peaks in what Cairne had called the Barrens. Despite it strategic location the rocky terrain and strong winds made it impractical to house an army. However for just the two of them it would be perfect.

When she arrived Thrall couldn't hold his grin back. Even dressed in the garbs of a high mage, her light skin, confident voice and sparkling blue eyes couldn't take away what he remembered; a close friendship forged from unlikely circumstances. Though he had little experience with relationships he felt a connection to Jaina, while they had spent moments of sexual intimacy together he was certain it wasn't love, he didn't feel the spark that he thought would be there. Nonetheless it still didn't quell his desire to speak with her more earnestly, especially since the truth was out.

He noted the formality in her tone and surmised that she was putting on a show for the same reason he needed to. Both of their factions were highly suspicous of each other and though he had ordered his men to stay away Thrall knew there would be those who would be keen to keep an eye on the situation. Thrall had prepared one of the larger tents before she arrived, making sure it would be comfortable for them to converse, along with that, he cast as many protective spells he knew to ward out onlookers who would seek to view or listen to inside.

"Yes I see, I am also alone, perhaps we should discuss further inside the tent here. It will provide us shelter from the strong winds." Thrall had to yell to have his voice heard. Thrall opened the tent flap and waited for her to enter before following in afterward, when he closed the entrance his spells activated and he knew they would have the privacy they needed.

"It is good to see you again Emila or should I say Jaina Proudmore of Kul Tiras." He greeted warmly. He wanted to embrace her but it had been so many months and the last thing he wanted was to scare her.

 

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Lady Jaina Proudmoore

Jaina's nerves reached a peak as she stepped through the tent flap. Being so close to her orcish friend again made her wonder what to say. She wasn't sure where they stood with eah other, and she didn't want to do or say anything to offend him. She now knew that they were alone, and the tent would provide them with a littl ebit of extra privacy.

When the tent flap fluttered down and blocked out the whistling wind, Jaina was left looking up at the imposing figure. His acknowledgement of the fake name she gave him and his warm smile setted her nerves somewhat and she was pleased to see the relief that she felt mirrored in his eyes.

"It is a pleasure to see you too, Warchief Thrall," Jaina acknowledged with a nod and a smile, "I did wonder what happened to Grok."

Jaina's words trailed off and she took a deep breath. The formality, whilst she was well versed in it, felt so wrong at that moment. So, throwing protocol to the wind, she did what she would have done if she was reuniting with Grok under any other situation.

Jaina threw herself against the large orc, wrapping her arms around him and breathing in his familiar scent. It had all been so surreal, but now she had embraced him she knew he was truly there. Warchief or Slave, he was still the same person she knew. She only hoped that he didn't mind her brazenness.

 

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Warchief Thrall

Thrall was overjoyed that Jaina was as happy to see him, he returned the embrace breathing deeply the natural scent of her skin. Despite the clean clothing everything about her was still the same.

"I'm sorry that I lied about my name, but I suppose you already understand why. " He stated. He then pulled back slightly to get a better look at her. "I've missed you so much. When I woke up and couldn't see you I...feared the worst had happened. After months of being on this continent without any trace..." He couldn't finish the sentence; on instinct his hand cupped the side of her face gently stroking her soft skin with his thumb.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Lady Jaina Proudmoore

Jaina smiled as Thrall's thumb stroked her warming cheek. She knew they had so much to tlak about and figure out, but at that moment her biggest concern was enjoying the knowledge that he was still alive.

"I was worried about you too. I searched the whole village for you but you were gone and I had to get out of there... I didn't know where I was let along where you would be." Jaina placed her hand over Thrall's. "But we're both okay, we're both alive... and it looks like we need each other's help more than ever before."

 

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Warchief Thrall

At her words Thrall pulled Jaina in for another embrace, the last few months had taught him a lot and one of those things was to appreciate every moment. For so long he'd thought he lost her and now she was here.

Thrall brought his face toward Jaina, his forehead touched hers. His tusks weren't overly large but it still made it difficult for him to press his lips to hers.

 

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Lady Jaina Proudmoore

Jaina let out a sigh of gentle relief when Thrall's lips touched her own. It was so familiar, it was such a sweet confirmation that what they had shared was real and that the had both survived.

Jaina's arms snaked around Thrall's neck and held him close as she carefully deepened their kiss. She knew that he was shy about their previous attempts, but she had enjoyed it. Though instead of kissing him as she would another human, she used her lips more than her tongue. Dozens of tiny kisses, licks and nibbles. She allowed for hi tusks, and she allowed herself to express her relief despite their situation.

When they finally pulled apart Jaina grinned at him.

"Now I know for certain that you're fine."

 

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Warchief Thrall

Even when Jaina pulled back from him Thrall held her waist against him. The warmth of her body against him sent shivers thoughout his body centering on his groin. He couldn't deny that he was physically attracted to her, her eyes, lips skin, everything was a temptation greater than anything he'd ever experienced.

Thrall bend over slightly to nuzzle his face on the side of her neck, he stole another deep whiff of her intoxicating scent; the effect of which caused him to growl deeply, a sound more primal than friendly. The hardness between his legs demanded attention and to quell his lust slightly Thrall pressed his groin against her small frame.

His hands explored the outside of her clothing trying to trace the frame of her body, even the thick cloak couldn't hide the curves of her supple form. Thrall desperately wanted to remove the barrier to his desire but was still hesitant to cross any boundaries that had formed from being away from each other for so long.

 

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Lady Jaina Proudmoore

Jaina allowed herself to fall into Thrall's presence as he nuzzled against her neck. His foreboding height was hunched over, his form against hers as equals. It was a sweetness that was at odds with the last few months of her life. There was beauty in being able to appreciate the presence of another so fully.

Though there was another presence that Jaina couldn't deny. She lost all ability to feign innocent interest when Thrall's hips pressed forward against her and she felt his erection pressing into her stomach. It was a bold move for him, or for Grok, and truly appreciated his bravery. His natural sense of propriety was shed further as his hands begun to roam her body. It was innocent enough, a simple exploration of her back and sides, but she knew that he was feeling for her curves, for the shape of her, even as he pressed his own very well defined shape against her.

As Jaina reciprocate Thrall's attention by pressing herself against him firmly, her eyes cast around the abandoned tent. In the corner was a pile of slowly disintegrating leathers. At some stage they would have formed floor mats and clothes and maybe blankets. When Jaina's blue orbs fell upon them they looked perfect.

Carefully extricating herself from Thrall's grasp, Jaina took his hand in her own. She turned on the spot and strode over to the pile of leathers, pulling him behind her with a tug and provocatively swinging hips.

Jaina let go of Thrall's hand and settled herself onto the mound comfortably. She then patted the leathers and looked at him with eyebrows raised.

 

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Warchief Thrall

Thrall's eyes never left her as she sauntered away from him. He mentally congratulated himself when she set herself down on a nearby make shift seating arrangement. Thrall eagerly joined her on the pile of leathers but given the level of arousal wasn't content to just sit by.

Thrall leaned forward once again and placed his hands on her hips, he pressed his lips to hers again taking care with his tusks. This time his hands explored the front half of her body paying careful attention to the curve of her breasts. Now the thick practical clothing was becoming even more frustrating, unfortunately she wasn't wearing simple scraps and he couldn't just push aside the fabric at will. The finely spun cloth she was wearing made it difficult for him to feel his way underneath or around. He tried to hold it back but the harder he tried the more desperate he became, a huff of annoyance escaped his lips when another attempt to move her clothing failed.

 

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Lady Jaina Proudmoore

Jaina allowed herself to settle into Thrall's careful but eager kisses. His hands explored her body; at first it was exploratory, sensing the shape of her, but when he tugged at her clothes she could feel his frustration growing. Her lips curved up as they kissed, and when he let out an annoyed huff of breath she couldn't help but laugh. She pulled her face away from his and gave him a smile.

"My clothes can be... complicated at times," Jaina said breathless from the kissing and her amusement. She sat up and her hands automatically got to work, untying her top and skirt. When Thrall had run his hands over the bare skin of her midriff it had sent shivers through her body, but as she cast her garments aside she knew that the teasing would not compare with the feel of his rough hands on her breasts. Once she was bare breasted she leaned over, capturing his lips in her own as the warm hardness of his armor pressed against her soft breasts. As she kissed him her hands quested over the surface of his armor, locating straps and undoing them where she could. She knew he might be more efficient and would happily help, but in time she would have him free of the restrictive garments.

 

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Warchief Thrall

Thrall breathed a deep sigh of relief when Jaina took over from his futile attempt at undressing when her top fell away he couldn't help but stare at the beautiful mounds of flesh on her chest. Even though he'd already seen the perfection of her smooth porcelin skin and slightly darker nubs of flesh at the peak of each breast he didn't fully appreciate them.

This time he made sure to take note of every curve, blemish and dimple not only with his eyes but also with his hands and lips. Thrall busily distracted himself suckling on each nipple alternatively that he didn't even notice that Jaina was stripping his own armour off.

When the shoulder and chest plates fell to the ground with a thud Thrall pulled back slightly admiring the efficiency of her work. Thrall took the moment to remove his thick under clothing leaving his chest completely bare. Using the skills only recently learned about human female clothing he proceeded to remove the rest of her clothing. She assisted by lifting and twisting her lithe body which he greatly appreciated.

After he removed the final barrier of her under clothes he gently coaxed her legs apart and positioned his head at the cusp of her womanhood.

"You gave me pleasure I had never known before and I would like to return the favour. Would you be so kind as to guide me?" Thrall asked. He wasn't sure if it was the right thing to ask a woman when at the verge of orally pleasuring her sex but he really had no idea what to do.

 

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Lady Jaina Proudmoore

Thrall's attention to Jaina's body made her limbs weak. She enjoyed the way his hot mouth explored her breasts so eagerly, fascinated by every part of her. When she managed to rid him of his armour he set about returning the favor. Removing her skirt seemed to be easier than her top; Thrall didn't seem frustrated by that at all. When they were naked together she remembered her early reservations about his size and her own personal limitations. She didn't have long to think about it though, as he repositioned them, him with his head close to her mound.

"I'd be happy to guide you," Jaina purred, her voice low and deep. The praise of her skills left her cheeks warmed and her heart light. She wiggled her hips and settled herself comfortably against the leathers, and then reached down and gently guided Thrall's head closer to her womanhood.

"To pleasure a woman like this you can use your tongue to lick. You can also gently nip or suck the area which I put your manhood against in the oasis."

Thrall, as it just so happened, was an eager student. Any doubt about him faking inexperience were pushed from her mind. It wasn't that he was bad, but it was clear he hadn't developed the kind of skills that you would acquire with practice. So Jaina imparted her own personal preferences on him. It took some time for him to find a rhythm that worked, but before long his tongue became well versed in swirling around her pearl. Every now and again he would improvise; his sharp teeth tentatively nipping at her folds, his fingers tacing up and down her slit, gentle sucks of her womanhood.

In the end his lack of general experience didn't matter. He picked up on all of Jaina's moan and groans and pleasured her as though he had no other concern in the world. Jaina felt the orgasm swelling up within her, pushing against her psychical boundaries and demanding to be realized. Every time Thrall's thick fingers ventured near her entrance she attempted to bear down on him but he retained his position.

"Please, I need something inside me," she begged, breasts heaving and skin shimmering with sweat as she struggled to control herself.

When Thrall complied Jaina was no longer able to restrain herself. The orgasm tore through her as Thrall's finger delved into her. She cried out, voice sharp as it escaped her throat, and her world disappeared behind black spots. Though soon it was over, her consciousness slammed back into her body and she gasped for breath.

"Stop, please, enough," she begged, realising that Thrall would not necessarily know that his attention had become too pleasurable.

Thrall pulled his head away from her womanhood, his face covered in the glistening fluid of her arousal. His eyes surveyed her body with an appreciative intensity and her lips quirked into a worn out smile. After a few moments she managed to gather her wits. When her pearl had stopped its torturous throbbing she sat up. Her hands grasped his shoulders and she pushed him roughly back onto the leathers.

Jaina wasn't sure if she would be able to accommodate Thrall, but she was certainly going to try.

Jaina threw one leg over the large orc and mounted him. His rigid staff brushed her tender lips and her entire body quivered with anticipation. When she had mounted Arthas in this manner she was able to rest upon her knees; but Thrall was much larger and widers, so she had to change her own position. Instead of kneeling she had to squat, the balls of her feet either side of his hips. She reached down between them and grasped his member. She gave it a few languid strokes before positioning his tip at her entrance.

Jaina eyes captured Thrall's as her womanhood surrounded his tip. Already it was a foreboding presence. The smooth green skin, heavy with blood and veins, stretched her opening beyond anything she had ever felt. She leaned forward slightly and rested her palms against his chest. With a deep breath in she lowered her hips slightly, and then cried out as she speared herself on a mere inch of his lengthy member. She knew now that it was his girth that would make it a difficult process. It was an issue already, long before she had even begun to accommodate his length.

"Please tell me if it is too uncomfortable," Jaina breathed with a look of earnestness as she raised her hips and gave herself a little reprieve from the stinging stretch.

Thankfully she was thoroughly wet and determinedly ready. When she lowered herself again she was able to take a little bit more of his length. She found that raising and lowering herself slightly was the best way to go. With each dip of her hips she could take more and more of him, and she soon was swept away by the oddly pleasurable mix of pleasure and pain. Her fingers clenched on the muscles of his chest, her nails scraping his rough skin.

 

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Warchief Thrall

Thrall could only nod dumbly at her request. All the rest of his attention was directed to the show between her legs. Though it seemed impossible Jaina managed to push the tip of his raging hard on through her incredibly tight and moist entrance. Every instinct commanded him to thrust upward, to force himself into her but he held firm. His hands gripped the leather below them with such a pressure he could feel the material creaking against the force and every muscle in his body was taut and firm, all in anticipation for more.

Jaina didn't disappoint with slow movement she continued to lower herself onto him. Every inch brought a new myriad of sensations as more of her inner warmth enveloped him. Though he knew it wasn't intentional everytime she pulled back and gyrated her hips to accommodate more of him it felt like she was teasing and taunting him. Her fingernails had found their home in the pecks of his muscular chest and although he felt the stinging bite of their sharpness, the pain was completely overshadowed by the feeling of his cock slowly penetrating her.

When she made it halfway Jaina halted further progression and took a short break. Prying his eyes away from the glory of his staff half inside her he managed to look up into her face. Her expression was a mix of pain and pleasure, at that point he felt guilty and was about to tell her that she didn't need to continue but then he sink around him a little more. His latest thought forgotten he turned his attention back to what he desired the most.

Jaina held herself up with one hand now and licked the fingers of the other she then transfered the moisture from her mouth to what was left of his rod not yet taken. She then began to massage the pearl of pleasure that she had directed him to earlier. Her whimpers of pleasure grew into moans and he felt the inner muscles of her love canal pulse around him. Only the last of his chivalry was holding onto the beast that hungered to take over, hungered to push the rest of his throbbing monster all the way. Luckily for him Jaina wasn't done and with her new technique she slowly but surely managed to lower herself right to the hilt.

When she finally bottomed out Thrall could barely breath. Not because she was crushing his lungs but because the vice grip around his cock was so intense his whole world was not focused on that one body part. All he could see now was his gargantuan member completely swallowed in the sanctity of her tiny womanhood.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Lady Jaina Proudmoore

Jaina whimpered when Thrall was finally completely within her. He reached the very limits of her womanhood, and the feeling was an intensity unlike any that Jaina had ever felt before. Her channel was stretched beyond what she thought possible, but it was an excruciating sort of pleasure. In her quest to complete her impalement, Jaina had used her fingers to attend to her own pleasure; but when she hilted herself upon the orc she had to stop and gather herself. She stayed as still as stone for a moment, and when her breathing became less labored she opened her eyes and looked down at the exquisitely kind creature beneath her.

Thrall's entire body was tensed and his eyes were wide with what she hoped was pleasure. His hands were balled into tight fists around the leathers he was laying upon, and she could see the strain of his grip shaking up the muscled length of his arms. From his earlier sounds and expressions he knew he was enjoying their encounter, but this new concentration concerned her. She could feel him straining beneath and within her, and she wanted to ease that tension.

Jaina reached down and trailed her fingers along Thrall's hard and tensed arms. She smiled down at him and shifted her hips subtly, evoking a gasp from her own lips.

"You don't need to hold back," she told him, she grasped his wrists and brought his hands up to cup her breasts. "I want you to touch me if you want to."

Jaina removed her grasp from his hands and allowed him to decide his own actions from there. The fingers of her right hand then quested for her pearl, while the other pressed against his abdomen as she leaned forward ever so slightly and begun to rock against him.

It was difficult for Jaina to focus on anything other than what she was feeling. In fact, her vision had started to blur and the only thing she could hear beyond her own moans and Thrall's grunts was the blood rushing through her veins.

Jaina found that the intense sensation of being over filled was mediated by her self-pleasure. It gave her something to split her focus with, and the entire situation was still incredibly arousing. Her fingers soon found the perfect motions, and she felt her channel contracting against the unrelenting hardness within as she cried out her second orgasm.

When it was over Jaina fell forward against Thrall as her world crashed down around her. Her chest was aching with the efforts of her breathing, and her entire body was shaking at the release. Her hips continued to push up and down in a futile effort to ride out her orgasm until the very last, but all it did was make her gasp at the over-stimulation. Regretfully yet with deep need, Jaina stopped her him movements and rasied her head from Thrall's chest. She gave him a worn out smile and caught his gaze through heavy lidded eyes.

"I want you to cum," Jaina breathed, vocal chords straining against the rebellious statement as every part of her body begged for mercy.

 

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Warchief Thrall

At first Thrall was worried that he was too much but when she began to rock and and forward on him his fears transformed into pleasure. Thrall found himself matching her rhythm and even pushing upward into her as she moved. Her body began to accommodate him even more comfortably and when she reached her next climax Thrall felt each and every squeeze around him.

When Jaina fell forward onto him Thrall's own hands trailed up her thighs and came to rest on the hips. Her desperate words in his ear were as much as a plea as a command both of which he intended to fulfill. He needed a release now more than ever but he also knew that Jaina needed time to recover before he could continue.

He waited for what seemed like an eternity until he felt her inner muscles signal her readiness. Thrall wasted no time, he pulled his hips back bringing his cock almost all the way out. Starting from his tip he eased himself back in, she was still incredibly tight but her two orgasms made it much easier for him to continue. When he was fully sheathed again Thrall pulled back again but this time only halfway, his inward stroke was much faster this time and after a few more pumps he found a comfortable rhythm. By now his heavy breathing became deep growls of pleasure. He could not longer hold back anymore, everything he knew and felt came down to his cock plundering her pussy. The sounds of moist flesh slapping against each other intermixed with their moans of pleasure filled the tent.

As soon as he reached his peak his whole body seized up, his upper half tilted toward her as the first wave of his climax rushed into her. He managed to keep his hands from griping her small waist too hard but that was all he managed to control at that point. Months and months of build up finally broke the dam and he felt as if the very spirit of his being rushed into her waiting body.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Lady Jaina Proudmoore

Jaina moaned when Thrall's hands found her hips. The grip served to give lend perfect leverage to his thrusts. Several minutes earlier, before she reached her second climax, she doubted that she would have been able to handle his hard thrusting. His member was being repeatedly thrust into her with a determination that made her head swim. She looked down at his face, contorted in pleasure, and all thoughts that he wasn't truly engaged in this were blown out of the water.

Jaina was enthralled with Thrall as he writhed and thrust beneath her. Sweat had begun to shine on his body, and she could feel his muscles tensing and flexing beneath her as he battled with his own bodily urges.

There was only one wish that Jaina had at that moment, and it was that Thrall felt truly comfortable enough to let go. She knew that he was enjoying their coupling, but the tension in his body was enough to tell her that there was more that he wasn't giving her. Despite that she rejoiced in what they were doing; it was such a step forward for him and it warmed her loins and much as her heart.

Thrall's orgasm tore through Jaina. His thrusting became so intense that she felt as though he was splitting into two. When his member started to pulse within her she could feel his body shaking, giving into pleasure. She knew what was happening to him, and she was not yet ready to let him rest. She reached down and placed her hands over his, using the grip to balance her, and then ground her body against him relentlessly. She didn't stop until he was convulsing beneath her and struggling to breathe, and then she collapsed on top of him. Their chests rose and fell in synchronicity.

"If that is what our negotiations will be like," Jaina said before stopping and gasping for breath, "then I think that we will need to negotiate quite often."

And then the true negotiations began.

 

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Lazdormu - Entry 9

Time: 26 Years after the war between Humans and Orcs

Location: Outland(Also known as Draenor)

Subject: Illidan Stormrage, Maiev Shadowsong.

Summary: Illidan Stormrage was released from his 10,000 year imprisonment to assist Tyrande in fighting the Second coming of the Burning Legion. Illidan assisted by consuming the skull of Guldan and killing Tichondrius thus fighting by the corruption of Felwood. After his deed Illidan was transformed into a demon-nightelf hybrid which increased his power tenfold, Malfurion banished Illidan for his act. The demonlord Kil'Jaedan recruited Illidan to destroy the Lich King but Illidan was stopped and had to retreat back to outland.

Maiev Shadowsong was the warden of the prison that held Illidan, after he escaped she pursued him first on Azeroth and then through the portal to Outland and with her fellow wardens she continues the hunt.

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Maiev Shadowsong

Through the dust and desolation, Maiev could taste her victory.

The end was nearing, and after months of hunting she finally had the Betrayer where she needed him. He was desperate now, she could sense it. He had escaped through the Dark Portal in a last ditch attempt to shake her pursuit. Though they both knew she would never stop chasing him; she would hunt him down until her last breath if it took that long.

Maiev raised her hand in the blisteringly hot air, calling for a halt. The metallic shuffling of her troops ground to a standstill and she looked around. In the distance the terrain rose in dusty red peaks. She knew that Illidan was now running short on supplies and sustenance and would need to head somewhere he could hope to find that. He would also need to find shelter if he were to rest and replenish his energy. Maiev looked around her and then spoke the words of one of her most useful spells.

After a few moments she felt a supernatural rush of energy followed by a moment of pure clarity. She had been so dutiful connected to the Betrayer for so long that even her magic was attuned to him.

"Head for the mounts to the east," she said, throwing her hand up in the directions he spoke of.

And so the hunt resumed...

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Illidan Stormrage

Illidan shook the last few drops of water from the water skin into his parched throat. His former jailor Maiev was relentless in her pursuit, though she only brought a small contingent of sentinels with her they would never give up.

Despite his new found power as a demonic hybrid he was still only one. It would only take one arrow or blade to strike him in the wrong place and it would be over. Illidan kept a healthy distance for the most part but almost without warning they would close on him with unnatural speed.

Illidan needed a new plan of attack, he was sick of running and hiding only to be flushed out rudely by the shadows at his back. Though her army was a challenge, Maiev was his true nemesis, there was the likely hood that if she were to meet an untimely demise the rest would give up and return to Azeroth.

Illidan purposely allowed Maiev and her troops to get closer. Soon he would be free.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Maiev Shadowsong

There was something in the way that the air stirred that was oddly prophetic. It was tangy, phosphorous and intensely charged. Maiev has never been as in tune with nature as most of her kind, but at this point in time she felt as though she understood. She was sweating beneath her heavy armor, but it didn't bother her. All of the work, all of the exertion, it was finally coming to a climax.

Maiev and her troop had tracked Illidan into the creases between the red hills. They had seen and passed the only water source in this desolate place, and she knew that if her and her own were suffering, that Illidan would be to. In his demonic state she assumed that he would be able to handle more than her own kind; the dark power he consumed had given him strange abilities that had transformed his body and his soul.

There. Maiev froze, her body tensing as her mind cleared. There was a cave in the distance, the sand before it scraped and scuffled with recent use. Maiev held her hand up, calling a halt.

"Do you think he is in there, warden?" Asked one of her sentinels.

"Yes."

"What if it is a trick? What if he wants to draw us in and trap us?"

That did sound like something that the Betrayer would do.

"I can go in first. If there are any problems you will all be waiting outside."

"What if he is lying in wait within the cave?"

"Then I will fight him."

There was silence among her troop as they mulled it over. For Maiev it was simple; such a long chase was going to come to a head and she desperately wanted it.

"Let me go in first."

Maiev looked at the sentinel who had spoken and gave her wry smile.

"He will know it is you. He wouldn't react. It is me that he wants to destroy. There is no need to risk any of your lives unnecessarily."

"Following you on this hunt was a risk." The sentinel's reply was respectful yet it held an undercurrent that Maiev knew all of her sentinels would identify with.

"Then getting between the Betrayer and myself will do no good. I need you all to have my back. I will go in first and you are only to act if you see me failing. You have been faithful, you have accompanied me across our world and beyond. I do not wish to repay your dedication with unnecessary risk."

Maiev let her commands sink in for a minute before she turned, readying herself for a battle, and praying for the best. She passed through the dusky mouth of the cave and took a deep breath of the changing air before she prepared to meet Illidan.

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Illidan Stormrage

Illidan had passed the cave many times during his time in Outland but he'd never ventured in. After surveying the surrounding terrain he couldn't ascertain any visible exit to the entrance and thus avoided it all together.

This time was different however, Illidan set up magical wards around the entrance of the cave, once activated they would cause a massive landslide that would block the entrance. Illidan didn't intend to be locked in after he'd dispatched of Maiev so set up a teleportation circle not far from the entrance allowing him to escape. Unfortunately the circle was not invisible so Illidan would have to lead her in an alternate route deeper into the cave before finishing the job.

Illidan was confident that Maiev would enter the cave first so he made sure to attune his magical trap to her specific life force. Before he consumed the skull of Guldan Illidan had already been cursed with blindness, the demon Kil'Jaeden burned out his eyes in exchange for power. His new power however granted him a superior sense even greater than his former ability to see and right now he could sense Maiev approaching him.

She was determined to capture him but she was not stupid, in fact she even managed to disable some of his traps before she even passed the cave threshold. Illidan wasn't new to the game either and he anticipated her skills in magic detection, in fact he purposely placed the more obvious traps so that his hidden ones would remain that way. As soon as she crossed the marker

BOOM!

Illidan set his ward off and a bright light followed by a resounding explosion echoed through the cave. Maiev was quick enough to avoid most of the falling debris but she was alone.

With him.

Illidan made no effort to mask his presence, he stepped out from his hidden location to see the Warden crouched down on the cave floor. The limited lighting meant very little for either of them; him having demon sight and her being a nightelf, thus the game of cat and mouse began.

"You look tired little Warden, have you given up already? Or do you want to play some more!" He taunted before hastily rushing down a nearby tunnel.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Maiev Shadowsong

The rumble started to echo through her bones before she realized what was happening. The, with a spark of insight, she leaped forward as the mouth of the cave tumbled down behind her. She had been expecting a trap in some form, but she had been sensing for magical traps, not ones embedded in the very rocks and lying dormant. In her rush to get to the Betrayer she had been rash; but Maiev wasn't angry at herself. On the contrary, she was pleased that he would not be able harm her sentinels.

When the dust and rock settled she struggled to her feet, her armour weighing heavily on her body. The well formed metal, heavy as it would, probably saved her from numerous blows. Just as she looked us she noticed a faint glow begin to rise in the very walls of the cave. It grew in intensity as the hulking form of Illidan stepped before her with a despicably smug grin on his face.

His comment served to further enrage her. As Maiev got to her feet she saw the beast of a male turn on his heels and head for a passage in the back shadows of the glowing cave.

"You want to play a game with me? YOU ARE NOT PREPARED!" Maiev cried out as her feet begun to move, automatically chasing the Betrayer. She had spent too much time doing only this to do anything but.

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Illidan Stormrage

Illidan seethed as her words echoed down the walls of the cave. How dare she accuse him of lack of preparation. She was the one trapped. As Illidan travelled further along he felt a weight against his back as if an invisible force threatened to crush him.

He couldn't sense any magic in the area, in fact he couldn't even call his own. Illidan stopped, his breath ragged. Though he knew his pursuer was only moments behind the loss of his magic was unexpected. Illidan silently cursed himself for not finding out more about the cave. The unnatural weight on his back had become so prominent that he was on his knees now.

After trying to force a few attempts at trying to stand up Illidan realised that the phantom force was his very own weapons; The twin blades of Azzinoth. Illidan carefully removed them from their sheathes, as soon as he drew them out they flung from his hands and fell to the ground.

There was no time to dwell on his loss, without his magic and weapons he needed a more open area to fight in. Ahead, he could sense an opening in the tunnel, Illidan regathered his strength and surged forward. After he took care of Maiev he would return for his beloved blades.