“C’mon big boy… don’t leave me waiting~”

Rognak snorts, even as he reaches down and frees his cock from its confines. He’s not quite sure how she’s managed it, but from one moment to the next, Shandris has gone from fully attired in the armor of a proud Night Elf Sentinel, to bent over the trunk of the nearest tree with her slit naked and exposed and her fingers reaching back to spread her lower lips nice and wide for him.

He doesn’t hesitate to step forward and wrap a large, orcish hand around her waist this time around. He’s a bit more ready than their first encounter… and more than that, he’s a bit more pent-up. Training his fellow orcs has been an exercise in frustration, but he can worry about that another time. Just like he’ll worry about the bigger picture later as well.

Privately, he knew just like Cenarius did that Mannoroth was only the tip of the proverbial iceberg. Shit wasn’t going to get better. But it still should be a little while until it gets worse, right? With Mannoroth dying early thanks to his intervention, they had some breathing room. And so he would put the worries of tomorrow out of his mind and focus entirely on what was right in front of him.

That that happened to be a beautiful, gorgeous, blue-haired Night Elf Sentinel by the name of Shandris Feathermoon was purely coincidence, Rognak swore it. Even still, with Shandris spreading her slit and his grip on her waist, Rognak is able to bring his cock up to her entrance… and slowly slide into her from behind. A low groan leaves the beautiful Night Elf’s mouth and she moans as she tilts her head back.

“Mm, yessss… I’ve missed this~”

Rognak snorts at that, partially in derision and partially in amusement. Leaning forward, he breathes in Shandris’ scent. She hasn’t even bathed yet, so all of her travels means she’s still quite sweaty. He doesn’t mind though. Whether her natural scent just smells good or it’s an orc thing, he finds he quite likes her like this. Just back from a trip, having moved as fast as she could through her people’s forest to get from the High Priestess back to him again.

Even still, as he begins to fuck her, thrusting in and out of her admittedly slippery insides, Rognak grunts.

“Have you? You didn’t seem so inclined for an encore before you left.”

Looking back at him over her shoulder, Shandris at least has the good grace to be a little embarrassed. Reaching back behind herself, she places a hand on his wrist for support, panting as she twists around to look him in the eye.

“You and I… can’t be anything special, Rognak. You’re a strong fighter and you’ve got an amazing member, but it can’t go deeper than that. We’re… we come from two different peoples. This has to remain easy, rough fun and nothing more.”

Rognak blinks at that. On the one hand, he feels a little hurt. On the other… it makes sense. She’s literally over ten thousand years old. The term she’d used to describe him earlier takes on a new meaning. Suddenly, ‘big boy’ sounds a lot like ‘boy toy’. Was he okay with that? Was he okay with just being Shandris Feathermoon’s personal stress relief?

He only has to ponder that for a moment before groaning at how tightly her cunt wraps around his cock. Yes, he decides. Yes, he was more than okay with that sort of arrangement. Besides, she was right wasn’t she? He had far too much on his plate as things currently stood. He needed to turn the Warsong Clan into the first set of orc druids beside himself. And… he needed to help everyone save the world from the Legion and their encroaching Apocalypse.

Romance just wasn’t in the cards and that was fine. But that didn’t mean they both couldn’t enjoy themselves, now did it? With a lustful growl, Rognak reaches around to Shandris’ front, pawing at her chest. She gasps at his rough treatment, as he pulls away her top to get at her breasts directly. At the same time, he speaks directly into her ear, half-growling at her.

“Fine by me.”

Shandris moans, arching her back and pushing her now-exposed tits into his hand as he rolls his thick orcish fingers across the soft mammaries, playing with her nipples one after the other. She shudders beneath him, thrusting her hips back into his pistoning prick at the exact same time.

“You’re mad. Mm, I don’t mind if you take your frustrations out on me. Whether the frustration is about me or not~”

Well then… Rognak wasn’t one to pass up an invitation like that. He would still hold himself back at least a little of course. He didn’t want to truly hurt her, no matter how tough she was. He was still almost twice her size, being an orc. Not that that seemed to even remotely faze Shandris. The small corner of the forest that she’s dragged him out to is soon filled with her soft moans, the Night Elf Sentinel doing her best to keep her voice down, even as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and his cock squelching in and out of her stretched cunt also fills the air.

All the while, he paws at her breasts, pinching her nipples until she suggests something else to him.

“Mm, pull my hair…”

Rognak would be lying if he said it hadn’t caught his eye. The way she kept her hair up in a ponytail was quintessential Shandris Feathermoon from what his other memories told him. Reaching up, he grabs onto her ponytail and gives it a sharp, short tug. Her head rocks back and her pussy walls tighten and flex even harder around his cock as he does so, the tugging of her hair seeming to give a whole new meaning to the pleasure she’s currently experiencing at the end of his big fat orcish dick.

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Snorting some more, Rognak settles into this new pace just as he did the old one, pounding away at Shandris’ pussy while yanking on her ponytail, making her entire body rock and jolt back and forth. She claws at the tree in front of her in response, going up onto her tip toes as her legs remain spread nice and wide for him.

As time goes on, his frustration does fade away. Frustration at her, at himself, at the situation brewing around them. He’d noticed, even with everything that he had on his plate, that Jaina and Thrall’s alliance wasn’t quite as ironclad as it could have been. But then, he supposed it wouldn’t be. In the original timeline, capturing Grom and fighting Mannoroth had been the glue that firmly brought the New Horde and Jaina’s faction together.

Thanks to Rognak’s interference, that wouldn’t happen here. As a result, not a day went by where the leaders didn’t have to pass judgment on some orc, troll, or human that had committed some sort of hate crime. And not a day went by where some of Jaina’s humans vanished in the night, leaving camp for better prospects elsewhere, away from the ‘greenskins’ that she was forcing them to ally themselves with.

Had that happened before? Would it change anything now? Rognak didn’t know… nor could he really bring himself to worry too much about it. This was why he hadn’t let Thrall provoke him into any sort of fight. He had no desire for the other orc’s job. Let Thrall be Warchief of the Horde. Rognak had more than enough on his plate already with the Warsong Clan.

He-

“You know I can tell you’re distracted, right?”

Blinking, Rognak pulls himself from his thoughts to see Shandris pouting back at him. It’s not like he’d stopped fucking her. He was still holding her by the hair and one of her tits, and he was still buried ball’s deep inside of her. However, he had slowed down a bit, and he wasn’t groping her chest anymore, merely gripping it.

Now that she has his attention again, Shandris scoffs and bucks her hips pointedly, causing him to step back and pull out of her. Then, she spins around and grabs hold of his throbbing member before he can get any further away, dragging him right back in. In a mirror of how she had ‘greeted’ him earlier upon her return to camp, she leaps up and scales him like he’s a tree.

But of course, he’s not a tree… the tree is what’s behind her. Pushing her back against it, Rognak is inside of Shandris yet again a mere moment later, grunting as he begins to fuck her in earnest once more. This time though, it’s face to face. Grinning, she reaches up and trails her fingers along his tusks and lips, before moaning throatily as she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in closer.

At first he thinks she’s going to kiss him… and to be fair, she does bring her lips to the corner of his mouth. However, she then speaks quietly through them, her words a mere murmur that reaches his ears alone.

“We’re being watched, Rognak.”

He freezes, and almost whips around right then and there, but Shandris just tightens her grip on him.

“Don’t react. Just keep fucking me.”

His eyes narrow at that. If they were being watched, it might be an enemy… and yet, she still wanted to keep fucking? That didn’t sound like a proper Sentinel, not by a long shot. Which meant they weren’t being watched by an enemy… but by an ally. Tch, if it was one of his neophyte druids, Rognak was going to tan their hide and then some. He wasn’t sure he liked the idea of anyone seeing him and Shandris going at it.

Then again, they’d sort of brought this on themselves, hadn’t they? They weren’t in his tent like before, nor had he demanded that they go to his new tree abode that Cenarius had helped him to craft. If he had, perhaps they wouldn’t be dealing with a peeping tom. Even still, as much as he might have wanted to go along with Shandris’ order, Rognak needed to know exactly who he was putting on a show for first.

Letting a rumbling growl emit from his chest, he speaks as quietly as he can right back to the Night Elf Sentinel, still buried ball’s deep inside of her.

“Who is it, exactly?”

Shandris’ eyes flick away for a moment, and then up to meet his. She smirks slightly as she continues talking out the side of her mouth.

“No clue. They’re invisible. But I can smell them. Female. Not Fel Magic… Arcane. And they’re aroused.”

The moment Shandris had said ‘invisible’, Rognak had had a sinking suspicion in his gut. But then she’d kept talking and… well, there was no longer any plausible deniability. He sighs, even as he continues to thrust into his Night Elf lover down below.

“Jaina Proudmoore… the leader of the humans that my Warchief has allied us with.”

Shandris hums, not looking disappointed or upset in the slightest. He’d thought that maybe finding out they were being spied on by a woman instead of a man would upset her in the same way thinking that they were being spied on by another male had initially upset him. But if anything, Shandris seems almost… pleased to find out that Jaina is watching them fuck. Meanwhile, Rognak can’t even properly wrap his head around it.

Why was Jaina of all people spying on them? Did she need him for something? But then, if it was important she would have made some noise and given them a chance to disengage and get dressed before coming up to them. And if it wasn’t important… surely she could have waited until later, when they returned to the encampment right?

He-

“Hey. I don’t care about her watching. So unless this is some deal breaker for you… get back to fucking me.”

Shandris has grabbed onto one of his tusks to get him out of his own head again. Staring down into her eyes, Rognak snorts… and gets back to fucking her. If the Sentinel didn’t care that Jaina was watching, then fine. He wouldn’t care either. Though it was still very distracting and as he fucks Shandris, it’s obvious that she can tell how distracted he is. Before, it was just the two of them. Now? Now he’s performing for an audience.

After several minutes of this, Shandris lets out a low growl and suddenly pulls herself up him a bit more. This allows her to rest her head on his shoulder for a moment, something that Rognak doesn’t think much of initially. He just keeps fucking her, until the Sentinel suddenly lets out a grunt and pulls back down, looking him in the eye with a smirk.

“She’s gone.”

He blinks at that, raising an eyebrow in question, and Shandris’ smirk only widens in response.

“I figured out where she was hiding and threw her a wink. Figured she’d either work up the courage to join us or leave… she chose to flee. Heh, these humans your Warchief has found… they aren’t exactly the most courageous people, are they?”

Rognak frowns at that, even as he continues to fuck Shandris deeply. Now that he knows it’s just the two of them, he enters a more normal rhythm, pounding away at her clenching, orgasming cunt with his throbbing orc cock. At the same time though…

“Jaina is stronger than you think. I’m sure this is just a… new situation for her. And her people… they came from the same situation as we did, but things were even worse after we left, I think. The humans… the humans will prove themselves in time. You’ll see.”

It was funny, because on the one hand, there were the memories of another life that he’d relied on more than once to guide him through this one. And while those memories felt… faded in a way his real memories did not, he knew enough to know he’d been human in that other world and other life. But on the other hand, he’d grown up victimized and abused by the humans of this world. So it was hard to feel too bad for them. Still… there were always individual bad eggs. Rognak didn’t think Jaina was one of them though. And not just because of the other memories.

“Whatever. She’s gone so fuck me properly now, okay? And don’t stop until I say you’re done~”

Rognak snorts at that, forcing himself to focus on the moment. Don’t stop until she says he’s done, eh? Sounded to him like a certain Night Elf Sentinel was underestimating his stamina and endurance. Immortal she might be… Rognak wasn’t going to take such a thing lying down. With a lustful growl, he proceeds to unleash the full might of his savagery upon his Night Elf fuck buddy.

By the end, Shandris is in fact the one who says they’re done… but she does so panting and mewling, completely exhausted upon his cock and just shy of begging for mercy. As it should be.