"Jaina, I-!"

"Shhh…"

Jaina blushes as she insistently tugs on his hand. Fortunately, despite a frown on his face, the large orc druid doesn't fight her. After all, she knows full well that she doesn't have the stature or the physical strength to move him if he doesn't want to be moved. Not without magic anyways, and she's obviously not going to resort to that.

Luckily, he allows her to pull him along, letting her drag him a little way away from the party and to a more secluded area. Once Jaina deems them far enough away from everyone else, the human mage turns to him. Then, she takes the hand she's been pulling on and carefully uncurls his index finger from it… before sliding that finger down between her legs and up against her crotch.

Her breath hitches as the hefty, thick, orcish finger makes contact with her sex, albeit with her robes and undergarments between their flesh. Nevertheless, Jaina is sure that Rognak can feel just how warm her core is. No doubt he can smell just how aroused she is right now, her insides hot and needy. But… it's more than physical need. It's so much more than that.

"Jaina…"

Rognak says her name somewhat slowly, looking into her eyes as she stares back at him with a bright red blush across her features. He doesn't try to remove his finger though. Nor does he move it, however. Instead, as she finds herself resting upon that digit, he looks at her and smiles softly.

"I haven't gotten the chance to thank you properly, yet. You saved my life."

That, at least, is easy enough to respond to. Thrusting out her chin, Jaina shakes her head.

"No need for thanks. I was just… just doing my duty. Nothing more."

Rognak scoffs at that, his finger still pressed against her core. She probably shouldn't be enjoying the contact as much as he is, but… well, he is an orc. His sole green finger is as big as a human's… well, it's big, suffice to say. And she likes that he's not removing it while they have this conversation.

"Don't try to downplay it. Your duty was to your people and the Warchief and his forces. No one expected you to have any mana left for anything beyond that, and drinking more potions than you'd already had must have put you in danger. You risked yourself to save me, Jaina. I owe you my life."

Biting her lower lip, Jaina leans forward and presses her forehead into Rognak's chest.

"… I don't accept it. You owe me n-nothing. I did what I did for purely selfish reasons. There were probably others I could have saved, after all. But I chose you. Because…"

She trails off here, almost not trusting herself to speak. In that moment, Jaina finds herself thinking back to the conversation she just had with Thrall and the others back at the party. The same reasons that she'd given the Orc Warchief for why her and her people could never join the Horde officially… they sort of held true for why Jaina SHOULDN'T be considering going through with this confession right now. And yet…

The battle was over. Their world was saved. And most importantly of all, both her and Rognak had survived. With things all said and done, Jaina was forced to confront her feelings regarding the night of passion that she had shared with the orc druid and Shandris Feathermoon. She was forced to acknowledge a simple truth… she had never been happier.

She didn't want to give up on that happiness. And though her shoulders bowed slightly under the weight of her duty to her people and the responsibility she had to see them settled in these new lands, Jaina also wanted to be a little bit selfish and carve out something for just herself as well. So… so that's what she would do.

"Rognak. I saved your life… because I want to be with you. Because somehow, somewhere along the way… you have managed to secure a place for yourself in my heart."

Jaina blushes even harder the moment the words are out. She'd just said such a cheesy thing… and with his finger still pressed up between her thighs too. Wiggling atop his digit, the mage almost wants to flee, to use her magic to blink away and run. But she doesn't. She needs to know he's heard her. And more, she NEEDS to hear his answer in turn.

"Jaina… I am happy to be more than just friends. To… explore a relationship with you in the long-term, now that we have saved Kalimdor and achieved a lasting peace, hopefully. However, you should know… I cannot discard Shandris. She has confessed similar feelings for me."

Blinking, Jaina processes the orc's words, spoken in a grave tone. She finally lifts her head, looking him in the eye for a moment before smiling brightly.

"Is that… is that all?"

He looks a little taken aback by that, even as Jaina pushes up onto her tip toes, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. The mage is quite tall for a human, but face to face with an orc, her height barely gives her any sort of advantage. Still, she can at least do this much. Pushing up on her toes, his finger still pressing against her core, Jaina kisses Rognak. He grunts… and then wraps his free arm around her waist, hoisting her up into his hold and kissing her back.

For a long moment, that's all they do with one another. Making out slowly, tenderly. It's nice to just… have a moment alone with him. Shandris had been a whirlwind that had come into Jaina's life and forced her to confront some uncomfortable truths about herself and what she wanted. And while Jaina would never not be grateful to the Night Elf Sentinel, she had to admit she was glad now to be able to speak her mind to Rognak without Shandris being present.

This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

When they finally pull apart, Jaina smiles at Rognak, her eyes dancing with mirth.

"I do not mind sharing you with her, Rognak. Shandris Feathermoon is… a very aggressive sort. She knows what she wants and she moves to take it. I can respect that. So long as I can have a place in your heart as you have a place in mine… I do not require anything more. The three of us shared something physical before. I see no reason that we all can't share something beyond the physical as well."

Rognak looks blown away for all of a moment, before seizing upon her with a happy growl. Lifting her up even further, Jaina lets out a yelp followed by a breathless laugh as she wraps her legs around his waist as best she can in the same way her arms are wrapped around his neck. Of course, then he falls back with her, landing hard on the floor though to no ill-effect that she can see.

Straddling him, sitting atop him, Jaina blushes as she feels his erection beginning to grow and press against her from below. Wasting no time, wanting to give him no chance to change his mind on her, the Lady Proudmoore reaches down and hikes up her robes, lifting her skirts and tugging her panties to the side. His finger is thus replaced with his cock, only for Jaina to gasp as she feels the huge slab of orcish meat pressing up against her.

She'd almost forgotten just how BIG he was. Having him inside of her that first time… Jaina was almost grateful for Shandris' efforts in preparing her for Rognak's size. She couldn't say one way or the other whether the orc druid was particularly gifted for his race or not. But one thing was certain… orc phalluses were not exactly made for humans in mind.

That hadn't stopped Jaina from taking him while Shandris had her bound up and presented as a tribute to the well-endowed druid. And it wouldn't stop her from taking him now. Still, Jaina can't help but wince a little bit, as she fits his mammoth-sized cockhead against her slit and begins to try to wiggle down his length. A soft whimper leaves her lips, prompting Rognak's hands to fall upon her hips as he grunts.

"Here… let me help."

Jaina isn't sure what he does next… only that it works. An application of some sort of Nature Magic, maybe? Either way, all she knows is one moment her cunt, despite being wet with arousal, is struggling to slide down his length. The next, she's beyond wet, she's positively sopping… and her pussy stretches like it's only done once before as she slowly slides along his shaft, impaling herself upon his cock.

A throaty, wanton moan leaves Jaina's throat as she finds herself straddling him properly, her hands coming down to rest on his incredibly broad, orcish chest. Rognak, meanwhile, looks up at her with a smile, his hands still resting on his hips. He's not doing anything though. He's letting her take him at her own pace.

Making a split second decision, Jaina reaches down and yanks her robes up and over her head, taking them off altogether. Exposing herself, she quickly removes her bra as well, tossing it aside. Clad only in her panties which at this point are pulled to the side to allow him access and could only be removed by ripping them off entirely, Jaina leans forward, placing another kiss on Rognak's mouth as she presses her tits into his chest.

Her rock hard nipples rub against his burly green chest in a most satisfying manner, even as she moans against his lips. Down below, her pussy pulses around his cock, her insides clenching and squeezing all along his massive length. Initially, she does what she does because she's too afraid to move. But once she's stripped down to practically nothing and is rubbing her nude body against him… Jaina overcomes that fear.

Slowly, she lifts her ass up into the air, sliding inch after inch of Rognak's thick green prick out of her squeezing, sucking cunt. Her inner walls and pussy lips try to hold onto him for dear life until she reaches the halfway point, at which time they start trying to push the intruder out with all their might instead. Jaina isn't about to let them have their way though, regardless.

With a cry muffled by Rognak's mouth, the Lady Proudmoore positively SLAMS herself back down his length. She moans into his lips as she fills herself back up with his dick, only to pull up and then do it again.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the air. It feels so good, to drive herself down and impale herself upon Rognak's cock over and over. And he seems to agree, if his grunts and groans are anything to go off of. His hands, large and orcish that they are, slide up and down her body, groping and squeezing different parts of her plush, voluptuous figure.

Jaina knows she's not like Shandris. She has a human's body… and a mage's body besides. She's soft and pillowy in all the right places to make Rognak happy though, just as she imagines Shandris is taut and firm in all the right places as well. In a way, they're two sides of femininity, making them well-positioned to share a lover as versatile and virile as Rognak between them.

Or so Jaina tells herself. Obviously, polyamory is not something that the young woman ever thought she would be finding herself engaging in. Events have led to a set of circumstances that leave her happiness on the line, however. And for that, she will stop at nothing to have Rognak. This she's decided. She made that decision when she let Shandris tie her up just so Jaina could have a chance with the orc. She'd made the decision again when she'd saved him from certain death at the hands of the Defiler.

It felt like life had been doing nothing but beating her down for a long time now. Only her purpose had really kept her going. First in trying to stop the Plague alongside Arthas, and then when that failed so catastrophically, she'd turned to a new purpose of evacuating as many people to Kalimdor as possible. And she still had a purpose. She still had people who were counting on her to lead them and protect them.

But at the same time, Jaina had decided she would grab onto this happiness with both hands and never let go. As she bounces upon Rognak's cock, as she rides him and moans and quakes atop his member, Jaina knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that she's going to hold tight.

A particularly powerful thrust leaves her tipping over the edge and climaxing upon the orc druid's member. A quivering, shivering, trembling orgasm runs through her body as Jaina moans even louder into Rognak's mouth. He holds her steady, his hands having settled on her ass, his fingers digging into her plush, pillowy backside.

She's glad he finds it to his liking. She's glad he finds all of her to his liking. A moment after she cums for him, Rognak groans and cums for her in turn. His seed spills forth from his cock, his churning balls letting loose a torrent of a load that fills and fills her womb. Jaina gasps as she's stuffed for the second time to the brim, shuddering as she feels herself growing more and more bloated in such a satisfying way.

By the time he's done, she feels… packed with his seed. Just the way she likes it, at that. Shivering, Jaina pulls back, running her hands down her body, across her breasts and her pronounced nipples and over her distended abdomen. And she smiles down at Rognak, knowing that this… this was the beginning of the rest of their future together.

Azeroth was saved. Archimonde was dead. And the peoples of Kalimdor had come together to make that happen. She and her people might not be able to join with the Horde, but Jaina wouldn't let the peace and camaraderie they'd managed to achieve disappear without a fight. She would hold onto it just as hard as she intended to hold onto Rognak. She refused to let any of it slip through her fingers.

For now though… she drops forward onto Rognak's chest again after pulling herself up off of his cock. She cuddles with him in the afterglow of their coupling, and smiles as he holds her to him, wrapping her up in his big, strong arms. For now, they could rest. They'd more than earned it.