Shandris’ face falls as Tyrande retreats from the encounter. She’d tried to be as subtle as possible, tried to coach it in terms that she felt might bring the Priestess of Elune around to the idea. It wasn’t as though she wanted Rognak to replace Malfurion in Tyrande’s heart or anything like that. She’d merely wanted her mother to have an opportunity to be happy again.

Alas, she’d come on too strong and chased Tyrande away. She couldn’t even go after her either. Not just because she was sure that the other Night Elf wouldn’t appreciate her company at this point, but also because Rognak was not supposed to be left alone while he convalesced. Lord Cenarius’ orders, to be exact. So… Shandris was stuck. She was-

“Heh.”

Blinking, Shandris’ eyes snap over to her sleeping lover, even as the silence is broken by a quiet huff of laughter from the supposedly unconscious orc. But just because his eyes are closed doesn’t mean he’s actually asleep still… and the curve of his large mouth certainly looks something like a smile.

Squawking indignantly, Shandris reaches over and smacks Rognak on the chest, to little effect save for that he finally creaks open an eye.

“How… how long have you been awake, you big lug?!”

A rumble makes its way up from his chest, through his throat, and out his lips before he answers her.

“… Long enough to listen to you striking out with your own mother, Shandris.”

Sputtering, Shandris feels the heat rising in her face as she colors in embarrassment. Growling, she strikes him again on the chest, once more to little effect as she scowls at him.

“She’s not… we’re not truly mother and daughter! Yes, she might have taken me in… but it’s been ten thousand years! We’re… we’re more like sisters at this point. I haven’t been a child for millennia!”

Rognak just snorts and Shandris has to admit that even to her own ears, her excuses sound weak. And yet, it’s not enough to break her of her convictions. She’s still convinced that her mother deserves happiness, and that requires her to eventually move on from the mate she lost… err, is losing. Okay, so maybe trying to convince Tyrande to bed her orc lover when Malfurion wasn’t fully gone just yet was where Shandris had truly erred.

Letting out a sigh, Shandris throws herself on top of Rognak, all but using him as a bed. He grunts at her weight, even as large green hands come up to grab hold of her.

“Hey… sheesh, no care or concern for the wounded, is there?”

Lifting her head from his chest, Shandris scoffs at that.

“I know you’re not wounded anymore. Lord Cenarius and Tyrande made sure of that. You should be fit as a fiddle, after all of the healing that the High Priestess provided you with.”

Then, Shandris is hit by a bout of insecurity and blushes, starting to pull away.

“… Though I imagine you might still be exhausted and feeling weak. I apologize, I-mmph!”

But Rognak isn’t having it. Before she can pull away, his hands grip down harder on where he’s holding her, and suddenly he’s leaning up to kiss her on the lips. Shandris all but melts into the kiss, her lips going straight for that corner of his big, strong orcish mouth that she loves so much. For a while, there’s nothing but the feel of his warmth against hers and their bodies pressed up along one another. But eventually, he pulls back, his eyes dancing with mirth.

“You’re right. I’m feeling pretty damn good. Great, even. Like a million bucks.”

Shandris wrinkles her nose at that.

“What do male deer have to do with anything?”

For a moment, Rognak looks taken aback… then he grins, laughing as he holds her closer.

“Well… if nothing else, they’re virile creatures, aren’t they? Just as virile as I am.”

She feels his bulge beginning to grow against her ass then, the effect of the prolonged contact between their two bodies finally starting to have an effect. Straddling him, Shandris bites her lower lip and pushes off his chest, reaching up to begin divesting herself of her Sentinel Garb.

Rognak watches her do so, his throbbing erection pressing against her buttocks the entire time, until at long last she’s naked and can remove his loincloth, exposing the rest of his body as well. As his throbbing orcish member slides up and down between her cheeks, Shandris shivers, slowly bouncing, riding him while also not TRULY riding him just yet…

He doesn’t question why she’s taking her time to get started. Instead, he seems to be feeling the same awkward tension in the air that she is. Tilting his head to the side, the young orc looks at her, truly looks at her, making Shandris freeze up as she waits in anticipation and dread alike for the question she knows he’s going to ask.

“Shandris… what are we to each other?”

Heart thudding in her naked chest, the Sentinel Captain wiggles for a moment, luxuriating in the feel of his body and genitals. And then… she finally tells the truth. Both to him and herself.

“We are… whatever you will let us be, Rognak. I won’t deny it. I think I want to be more than just… physical with you. Before, I thought that there was no way to bridge the gap between the two of us. You are… so young, and I have been alive for over ten thousand years. But even setting that aside, I was immortal and you were not.”

Rognak nods, not a trace of judgment in his eyes as he listens to her. Shandris bites her lower lip, taking a moment to get her thoughts in order before continuing on.

“But then… then I fought alongside you. I lived alongside you. I realized quite quickly that bridging the gap wasn’t the impossible task I thought it was. You might be young… but you live an entire lifetime in every moment you have on Azeroth. You never stop moving. It’s like you’re chasing something, and in doing so… I could tell you would rapidly catch up to me, just as a byproduct of that chase.”

Smiling softly, Shandris reaches up and runs a hand down the side of Rognak’s face.

“And now… the issue of immortality has solved itself as well. I and my people are no longer immortal, and I do not believe we will regain eternal life, even with what that blowhard Staghelm has been spouting. I will live out the rest of a mortal life… a blessing in disguise, because it means I can perhaps do it… by your side.”

Blushing again, Shandris pulls her hand back, suddenly self-conscious.

“If… if you’ll have me, that is.”

For a long moment, almost too long, Rognak is quiet. His hands are still on her body. His cock is still nestled between her ass cheeks. But nevertheless, he pauses. When he finally does speak, he seems… conflicted.

“I would like nothing more than that, Shandris. But… there is someone else to be considered. The way Jaina spoke during our… shared time with her, I think she might want the same thing. And now I don’t know what to do. You had me first, but you spurned my heart. Jaina had me second, but she made her desires clear from the moment she got the chance.”

… Oh. Was that all? Shandris feels relief filling every pore of her being. For a moment, she thought he was about to say that the age difference was too much of a bridge for HIM to be able to cross. But if all he was worried about was hurting the human mage’s feelings…

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Letting out an airy little laugh, Shandris cups Rognak’s face in her hands and grins as she lifts her hips up and finally, at long last, sinks herself down his cock. Not that it’s actually as easy as she makes it sound. He’s big… bigger than big, just as he’s always been. But she’s gotten better at taking him over time, and she’s prepared for this. Her sopping wet cunt stretches nice and wide as she sinks down the orc druid’s member.

He, of course, is taken by surprise. Here they were talking about matters of love and she’d just gone ahead and impaled herself upon his massive green dick. A loud, involuntary groan leaves Rognak’s lips, even as he tilts his head back in audible and visible enjoyment. But at the same time, he growls at her, clearly annoyed alongside being pleasured.

“Shandris…”

His tone has a note of warning to it, and though Shandris giggles, she also doesn’t leave him hanging for too long.

“Let her join into whatever we want to develop between us, Rognak. I don’t mind.”

That catches the orc off guard. His eyes flick to hers and he blinks incredulously for a moment.

“… What?”

Pulling her hands back from his face, sliding them down his broad chest, Shandris pushes herself up into a proper seated position upon his dick. He’s so deep inside of her, and yet when she glances down, only half of his length is actually in her cunt at this point. Meanwhile, her belly is already starting to bulge a little bit in some places.

Admiring the view, running her fingers across her taut, chiseled, stretched abdomen, Shandris eventually looks back to Rognak and grins.

“Why are you so surprised? I’m the one who facilitated your encounter in the first place. And sure, maybe I was still in denial then… but my feelings have not changed. Or rather, more accurately, my feelings towards that cute little human morsel have only improved. She fought quite well during the Battle for Mount Hyjal, didn’t she? And not only that… she saved your life. That wasn’t part of the plan.”

Shandris’ smile slips for a moment, and she wiggles herself up Rognak’s length before slamming herself back down forcefully. She growls, expressing just a bit of her heartbreak and anger as she begins to ride him as best as she can.

“I thought I lost you; you know. My mother had given my fellow Sentinels orders to drag me from the battlefield kicking and screaming if need be when she finally gave the order to retreat. It wasn’t until we reached the evacuation point that I found out you were teleported away just before Archimonde could turn you into paste beneath his hoof.”

Her solemn tone causes Rognak’s breath to hitch. And then he frowns.

“Ah, I suppose I should have asked. We did it, right? We… won?”

Shandris blinks and then giggles, realizing he’s just woken up and didn’t know yet. Though to be fair, he probably had a good idea of how things had worked out from what he’d overheard Shandris and Tyrande talking about. Nevertheless, the Sentinel Captain nods, smiling a somewhat watery smile as she bounces up and down on Rognak’s cock, riding him hard and fast. It feels good the rougher she can make it. A little pain never hurt anyone.

“We won. The plan worked. The Defiler is dead. There were losses, of course, as I’m sure you know. But… we did it. We lived to fight another day.”

That seems to reinvigorate her orc lover, because the next thing she knows, Shandris is on her back again as Rognak rolls them over. He embraces her, his massive body covering her as he hugs her tightly. Grunting, he thrusts into her even as Shandris spreads her legs, which lift into the air from the sheer power of his thrusts. Embracing him right back by wrapping her arms around his head and pulling him down so they can touch forehead to forehead, Shandris smiles.

“We lived… YOU lived because of Jaina Proudmoore. So yes, Rognak. I’ll happily share you with the human if she’s willing to do the same.”

Left unsaid, or at least what Shandris leaves unsaid is what will happen if Jaina is NOT willing to do the same. She isn’t about to demand Rognak answer that question right now. Even if she really has no clue how humans feel about sharing a man. For her, it seems perfectly reasonable. And Jaina DID happily share Rognak during their first threesome together. But there’s always a chance…

“If she’s not willing, then I’ll choose you.”

Shandris blinks, caught off guard by Rognak’s sudden unprompted promise. Looking down into her eyes, the orc druid smiles.

“It’s simple enough, isn’t it? I like Jaina. I might even love her. But… you came first. If she can’t accept that, then we were not meant to be. I will talk to her when the opportunity arises. And we shall see what she has to say.”

Speechless, a little taken aback and MORE than a little touched by his promise, Shandris flushes for a moment before leaning up and biting into his shoulder for lack of anything better to do. As she digs her small fangs into his orcish flesh, Rognak grunts, seemingly able to tell that she’s no longer in the mood for talking… but still VERY much in the mood for talking.

At some point, her teeth come free of his skin, because once he starts really pounding away at her cunt, fucking her nonstop with that impressively massive cock of his, Shandris finds she simply can’t be quiet. Her cries fill the tent and the air beyond, and her moans are only matched by the slapping of flesh against flesh as his hefty ball sack swings up into her shifting ass cheeks down below.

Every time he punches into her with his orcish mast, Shandris sees stars. And every time he kisses her, she feels nothing but happiness as her tongue meets his, as she swirls it around his tusks, and as she moans into his mouth. His thick shaft fills her again and again, and all Shandris has to do is hold on for dear life and take it.

… She meant every word she’d said about Jaina Proudmoore as well. The human had fought bravely. More than that, she was the only reason Rognak had survived the battle. For that, Shandris was willing to make anything work. Though it did make her feel quite good to know Rognak would not allow the mage to force him to choose between them. Or rather, that if Jaina did, Rognak would choose her every time.

Still, it wasn’t as though the Night Elf expected Jaina to be difficult. And if she was… well, she’d just have to pay the human a visit herself. Maybe bring along the same rope she’d used on her before and remind her of what fun they’d had the first time around.

For now though? For now it’s Shandris’ time. The Sentinel Captain lets her eyes roll back and a wanton moan escape her mouth only to be swallowed up by Rognak’s as he continues to piston into her time and time again. Her insides clench around his cock until he fills her up with his seed at long last.

As far as starts to a mortal lifespan go… Shandris decides this one isn’t half bad. Not by a long shot.