He's expecting Shandris to come and visit him. That's why he waits up for her, relaxing but not letting himself fall asleep despite the incredible comfort of the temporary accommodations he's been provided with. Frankly, what the Night Elves have managed with Astranaar is inspiring to say the least. It's both similar and not to what his second set of memories tell him could have been regarding Darnassus. But most importantly of all, it's not suffering from the problems Teldrassil would have suffered from under Fandral Staghelm's duplicitous attention.

Still, even as he waits for Shandris' arrival, Rognak finds himself going over the events of the day in his head. Tyrande had been rather adamant that she would be coming along… and seeing how Cenarius himself hadn't tried to stop her, Rognak wasn't about to make a go of it either. If she felt like Broll and Shandris could handle things on Kalimdor in her absence, then who was he to argue?

Indeed, he was leaving his own projects in the hands of equally capable subordinates. Sure, the Horde had Thrall as its Warchief to keep everything on track there, but while a great majority of the Warsong Druids would be coming to Northrend with the expedition, not all of them would. If the worst came to pass and they somehow perished, Rognak wanted to make sure druidism within the orcs did not die off. It needed to continue, no matter what.

Just as his thoughts are turning towards morbid possibilities, a knock on the door startles him out of them. Rognak looks up from his musings and grunts, rising to his feet and moving over to let Shandris in. As previously said, he knew to expect her. However, he did NOT expect who she would bring with her.

"Jaina."

Stepping aside to allow them both entry, Rognak can't help but stare at the smiling human mage. Jaina Proudmoore, Lady of Theramore Isle, slips into the humble accommodations and gives him a nod.

"Rognak."

Shandris, meanwhile, scoffs and none-too-gently punches him in the shoulder.

"What am I? Chopped liver?"

Blinking, Rognak flushes and shakes his head.

"Apologies, I just didn't expect Jaina along with you, Shandris."

The two women he'd found himself in committed relationships were here at the same time, each clearly expecting his attention. It would be a heart stopping moment if not for a few things. One, they knew about each other. Two, it was actually Shandris who had seduced Jaina into his bed FOR him in the first place. And three, they had both made it clear they didn't mind sharing him with one another.

Smiling softly, Jaina nods her head.

"Shandris sent me a message. We decided we would share you for the evening, before you had to leave."

Rognak shifts from foot to foot at that.

"The expedition doesn't depart for another week, Jaina…"

It's Shandris who scoffs at that.

"And? You'll be heading to either Auberdine or Orgrimmar on the morrow to begin making preparations, won't you? Meanwhile, she's needed back in Theramore sooner rather than later. And I… hah, I'm a fucking General now. As much as I wish I could promise we'll all be able to spend every night of the next week together, there simply won't be time."

With that decisively stated, Shandris leaves little room for argument, especially when she begins yanking her armor off quite aggressively, stripping naked right there on the spot. Jaina and Rognak share a glance at the slightly irritable Night Elf's behavior, before both shrugging and beginning to strip out of their own garments as well.

As they do so, a thought strikes Rognak and he finds himself frowning, a little worried as he glances over in Jaina's direction.

"Jaina… will you be okay, not going with us to Northrend?"

An appreciative smile ghosts across the human mage's face, along with some pain that she doesn't quite manage to hide. A quiet sigh leaves her lips, before ultimately she nods.

"I'll be… fine. Truthfully, my place is here on Kalimdor, with my people. There isn't really anyone I can truly trust to watch over Theramore in my stead. Not at this critical juncture. And… as much as I want the Lich King dead for what he and the Legion did to Arthas, I've moved on. The monster Arthas became… he's gone now. The Prince of Lordaeron has been laid to rest, in no small part thanks to you. I'm at peace with it, I suppose."

And then Jaina smirks.

"Besides, I know you Rognak. I know you won't stop until you've successfully ended the threat that the Lich King and these dreadlords pose. I guess… I'm content to sit back this time because I know the mission is in excellent hands."

A swell of pride fills Rognak's chest at that… even as pulsing hot blood fills his growing cock at the sight of Shandris and Jaina, both in equal states of nudity and undress now. His eyes roam over their beautiful bodies, the two women very different from each other, but both gorgeous in their own ways. Shandris meanwhile, scoffs at Jaina's words, cocking out a hip and putting a hand on it as she shakes her head.

"If only Tyrande felt the same way."

Before Rognak can respond to that quip, Jaina gets this look in her eye. Suddenly, the human mage whips around and flicks out her fingers, letting loose a spell that neither of the other people in the room had realized she was even casting in the first place.

"What the-?!"

Shandris squawks indignantly as, near-instantly, she finds herself bound in glowing orange arcane shackles. They pull her arms and legs taut in an X, leaving her spread-eagle in midair as she struggles and squirms but to no avail. Restrained, her taut and naked body is on display for both of them as Shandris blushes and scowls fiercely for a moment before letting her scowl turn into a pout.

Jaina, meanwhile, is positively aglow with contentment as her eyes twinkle in mischievous joy.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while now. Not too tight I hope, Shandris?"

Rognak lifts an eyebrow, even as Shandris sighs and wiggles for a moment longer before falling still.

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"… No. They're fine."

Jaina smirks and then flicks her fingers again. Shandris can only gasp as the arcane shackles float her over to the nearby bed. The newly promoted Night Elf General finds herself with her arms coming together over her head, while her legs remain stretched out, showing off her beautifully wet pussy lips. Rognak can't help but admire the sight. Every inch of Shandris is on display. The Night Elf woman's incredibly defined musculature flexes as the more feminine parts of her anatomy jiggle and wiggle.

Meanwhile, her captor stalks over… and crawls up onto the bed. Where Shandris is all lean muscle mixed with light curves, Jaina is the opposite. She's ALL curves, with a body that just screamed pillow princess. Normally, Shandris had no issues physically manhandling the human woman however she wanted. She was just stronger than Jaina, that was how it was.

But right now, Jaina's magic has given the human mage the upper hand. Right now, despite being a pillow princess, Jaina is the one 'in charge' as she leans over Shandris, running her hands up and down the helpless Night Elf's beautiful figure. At the same time, Jaina wiggles her ass back and forth, swaying her hips from side to side as she kneels there between Shandris' legs.

Looking back over her shoulder at him while she cups the other female's breasts, Jaina bites her lower lip, her eyes silently conveying an invitation Rognak simply can't refuse. Grunting, his cock positively throbbing with need by this point, the orc druid makes his way over to the bed as well.

Placing one knee up on the bed, he rests a large green hand on Jaina's backside, cupping one of her sizable butt cheeks even as his thick fingers end up fully splayed over that half of her ass as well as parts of her thigh and hip. His other hand takes hold of his cock and places it against her slit, causing her to moan and her lower lips to clamp down on his dick tip in anticipation.

She's more than wet enough for him, though the size difference is still very much a thing. Fortunately, Azerothian humans are built much tougher than the ones from his previous life's world. Otherwise, he's not sure he would have been able to start a sexual relationship with Jaina in the first place.

As it is, he takes his time pushing into her. One of her hands even comes back and she uses her fingers to splay her pussy lips further apart for him, allowing him all the ease of entry in the world. At the same time, her other hand remains affixed to Shandris' breast, groping and squeezing the bound Night Elf Woman's chest as she moans wantonly into her face.

Eventually, he's as deep inside of her as he dares to go. Which is why he's a little surprised when Jaina insists on pushing back against him, not just bouncing her hips but actively using all of her meager physical strength to force him back. He doesn't fight her of course, and the end result is him fully standing at the edge of the bed, while Jaina kneels there in front of him… trailing her tongue down Shandris' taut abs and eventually reaching the bound Night Elf's pussy lips.

Rognak blinks at this, even as Shandris' eyes, which had become lidded, go wide the moment Jaina's tongue touches her cunt. The newly promoted General gasps as the Lady of Theramore Isle begins to eat her out, working that tongue of hers in and out of Shandris' folds. Rognak just watches the incredibly intoxicating sight for a moment, wondering how he got so lucky.

Then, Jaina wiggles her hips in an insistent manner that reminds him he's not just some bystander here. No, he has his own duties to be upholding. Chuckling heartily, he grabs hold of Jaina by her hips, his large green hands easily managing to encircle the tight waistline of the beautiful mage's hourglass figure. Once he has a solid hold on her, he begins to fuck into her, thrusting his cock into her depths and running up against the entrance to her womb itself as he bottoms out inside of her again and again.

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, cock meat squelching in and out of a sloppily wet pussy, and wanton feminine moans mixed with harsh masculine grunts quickly fills the room. As he fucks Jaina, she in turn eats out Shandris. And Shandris in turn lays back and takes it. Rognak realizes, watching Shandris moan up a storm from Jaina's oral technique, that this was exactly what the Night Elf woman needed.

After the day she'd had and the responsibilities foisted upon her by her adoptive mother, was it any surprise that what Shandris needed most in the world was some no-nonsense monkey sex? But more than that, she needed to have any sort of responsibility or duty to the encounter taken away from her. And that was exactly what Jaina had done. By binding Shandris with the arcane shackles, she was keeping the Night Elf from actively participating in any way.

Despite their two distinct body types, it was Shandris who was being treated like the Pillow Princess in this instance, with Jaina nibbling at her clit and swirling her tongue around inside of the other woman's cunt while Rognak pounds Jaina's gloriously tight, incredibly soft cunt from behind.

The three of them exult in one another's company for what feels like an eternity, Jaina's pussy trying and failing to hold him inside of it, but nevertheless succeeding in eventually managing to milk him of his load. However, by the time Rognak finally seeds the human mage, filling her with his cum, Jaina is beyond exhausted. She's put her all into this entire encounter, and it shows. As he pulls out of her, the arcane shackles holding Shandris in place fade away, allowing the Night Elf to suddenly wrap her legs around Jaina's head and hold her to her cunt.

"Lick."

The next few moments are filled with enthusiastic lapping sounds and Shandris' moans, before finally the toned Night Elf bucks her hips and gasps, squirting her own orgasm all over Jaina's face. A moment later and Jaina is rolled off onto her side, sprawled out and panting, her face glistening with pussy juices and her cunt leaking thick and copious amounts of orc cum.

Meanwhile, Shandris just spreads her legs wide once more and offers herself to him. Rognak wastes no time in crawling up onto the bed at long last, pinning the beautiful lithe Night Elf down, and thrusting into her ready and waiting cunt. As he does so, she hooks her arms around his neck and lets out a lewd cry as she takes his cock nice and deep.

At the same time however, Shandris looks him in the eye, clearly having something she wants to say.

"Rognak… on this expedition… mm… if you get the chance to b-bed my mother… I want you to take it."

Rognak blinks at that, caught a little off guard by the demand. He frowns, still fucking Shandris but slowing down a bit as he shakes his head.

"You already tried on that front, Shandris. Tried and failed, if you remember correctly."

Shandris scoffs, thankfully not overly offended at being reminded of her previous failure. In fact, she even smiles up at him.

"That was then, this is now. The fact that Tyrande has chosen to go on this mission herself… she can say that it's because she wants to avenge those she's lost once and for all by taking down the Lich King personally. It's probably even true. But just because that's true doesn't mean she also isn't feeling restless. Lonely. Tired."

Grunting, Rognak listens even as he continues fucking Shandris into the bed. Though, he does pick up the pace a little bit… partially out of hopes that he'll fuck her too hard for her to continue talking this nonsense.

"She's, mm… still unhappy. I've, ah, done my best… b-but I think she's actually been unhappy for… for a long time. Longer than just Malfurion's d-death. I'm not saying you have to proposition her, a-ah, over and over again… just be… available."

Rognak is quiet for a moment, before letting out a growl and pulling Shandris up into a kiss, one of his large green hands on the back of her head. She, of course, immediately goes for the tusk of his that she likes paying extra special attention to. They make out for a few moments, her moaning into his mouth, until finally he pulls back again.

"… Fine. But you have to do something for me as well while I'm gone."

Shandris blinks, looking curious at what he means. Rognak only hesitates for a moment before outlining to her what he wants her to keep an eye out for. He doesn't know the exact timeline of events, so its entirely possible this is ultimately going to result in nothing… but hearing Tyrande call Shandris 'General' for the first time earlier today had jogged loose a memory from his previous life.

Whether anything would come of it or not, Rognak couldn't say. But he figured it couldn't hurt to try. Or rather, have Shandris try anyways.

As he finishes explaining things to her, Shandris takes it all in and then nods decisively.

"I'll see what I can do, Rognak."

Chuckling softly, Rognak pulls her into another kiss before nodding his head.

"That's all I can ask."

Needless to say, the three of them enjoy each other's company for the rest of the night. And just as Shandris prophesized, there isn't a single moment for any of them to see each other over the coming week. They're simply too busy. And then suddenly… it's time to leave Kalimdor behind.

Northrend awaits.