"Well done, Chieftain. You picked up that technique with startling speed."

As the Emerald Dragonshrine's Garden Keeper bows her head in his direction, the other Warsong Druids around him all grumble a little bit.

"Hmph, to be expected of the Chieftain."

"Is there anything he can't pick up fast?"

"He's always been like this. Way too fast on the uptake…"

Letting out a sheepish laugh, Rognak rubs the back of his head as he weathers the glares of his fellow orcs. Not that they really mean them to be fair. In fact, when one looked at it, the progress that each of his students, his 'Warsong Druids' had made in their short time as stewards of nature was nothing less than exemplary and prodigal in their own right.

They hadn't even been druids for a full year yet, and yet look at the things they'd achieved in that time. Even still, when compared to Rognak himself, well…

"Ah, thank you Garden Keeper. I've always been a quick learner."

Learning was fun. Learning something you were naturally gifted at and thus picked up in a fraction of the time it would otherwise take you to assimilate it was even funner. When Nishera had said she had something to teach him and his fellows, Rognak and quite a few Warsong Druids had immediately broken off from the festivities in order to learn from the Green Dragon. And not a one of them regretted it, certainly not him.

Though-

"Garden Keeper."

Blinking, Rognak finds himself taken out of his inner thoughts, turning to see Tyrande Whisperwind on the edge of the clearing. Despite addressing Nishera first, the High Priestess of Elune has eyes only for him. Nishera, meanwhile, turns and nods her head.

"High Priestess."

"… I have need of the Chieftain. May I take him off your hands?"

Need of him? Whatever for? Rognak can't help but blink again, even as Nishera waves a hand in response.

"He already has the basics of what I was teaching mastered. At this point he will likely only be a disruption to this class if he remains. Please, feel free."

And suddenly, just like that, Rognak finds himself traded from one woman to the other without so much as a 'by your leave' or either of them asking him what HE would have preferred. Not that he minded all that much. As he walks away from his fellows over to Tyrande, he can't deny that his curiosity is piqued. But rather than say anything to him, Tyrande just gives him a nod and turns away, leading him out of the clearing.

Rognak follows her in silence, quietly wondering what this is even all about. But it seems like she wants to tell him in private, so he stays quiet as they traverse the Emerald Dragonshrine. It really isn't anything like he remembers from his second life. It's much larger than the 'video game' made it out to be and filled with winding twisting paths through overgrown foliage.

Not that Rognak is in any danger of getting lost. He would be a poor excuse for a druid if that could happen. Regardless, they eventually arrive at their destination it seems, because Tyrande leads him to a small hollow hidden beneath a massive tree. When she turns to face him, Rognak finds himself going still at the look in her eyes.

"… No doubt my daughter has spoken to you about what she would have you and I do together."

Rognak swallows hard, wondering for a moment if Tyrande has brought him here to kill him. Okay, so maybe that's a little silly… but forgive him, because he's certainly not expecting what actually happens next. That is… the High Priestess of Elune reaches up and pulls down one side of her dress… and then the other, exposing more and more of her elven flesh than Rognak is anticipating, by far.

"I understand that Shandris has only my best interests in heart. She is a dutiful daughter, isn't she?"

The words won't come out of his mouth as Tyrande Whisperwind of all people strips naked before him. When Shandris had first brought up the idea and Tyrande had quickly left the area, Rognak had been amused at his night elf lover's expense, he wouldn't lie. The very idea that someone like Tyrande would go for someone like him… it was ludicrous.

And yet…

"Understand this, Chieftain. I am not looking for someone to replace my lost mate. You are not Malfurion Stormrage. But… you impressed my daughter enough to keep her coming back for more. So I am offering you the chance to impress me as well. Physically. No more than that. If that is not good enough for you, speak and this will end now."

End now? After she's already shown him everything? Still, Rognak is an orc at the end of the day. More than that… Shandris had made him promise he would take the opportunity, especially if it showed up right in front of him. Instead of speaking, he merely nods, giving his assent as Tyrande watches him. Seeing this, the High Priestess perks up… and moves.

Tyrande stalks over to him, wearing her nudity like she's completely clothed, as imperious as he's ever seen her, as composed and graceful as she's ever been around him. Her hand comes up and presses into his chest, and she slowly turns him around with that palm, making him walk back deeper into the undergrove, past her discarded dress.

The grass disappears, to be replaced solely by freshly churned, dark soil. His heavy feet push into it, but its not muddy… its earthy and strong.

At a certain point, Tyrande decides they've gone far enough. The light has dimmed to the point where they would barely be able to see each other if not for their own respective gifts. Rognak has no problem seeing in the dark as a druid truth be told, and he somehow imagines that the Moon Goddess doesn't allow her Chosen to go blind in darkness either.

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Regardless, Tyrande's palm on his chest suddenly becomes a forceful push, and Rognak lets it send him to his backside. Sure, he could have planted himself like a damn tree and stood his ground… but he wasn't looking to push his luck here. If all Tyrande wanted from him was physical pleasure, than that was what he would give her.

It was the least he could do, considering he still blamed himself at least partially for both Malfurion and Illidan's deaths. Not to mention, Shandris had asked it of him.

Landing on his back in the soft soil of the undergrove, Rognak grunts, watching as Tyrande moves over him, straddling his tree-trunk waist. Crouching down, the naked Night Elf reaches for his robes, pulling them open and removing his loincloth. Rognak isn't ashamed of his body's reaction as his throbbing, green, orcish cock comes flying up right off the bat, already well on its way to full mast. His huge dick stands up almost perfectly straight with only a slight droop that is rapidly being corrected moment by moment.

But then to be fair… you try staying soft when Tyrande Whisperwind herself strips naked right in front of you and then propositions you for some no strings attached, no emotions, no love type monkey sex.

To her credit, Tyrande barely misses a beat. While she does pause for a moment at his size, the High Priestess quickly rallies, kneeling down and straddling his legs as she takes his cock in both hands. Her eyes glow slightly in the darkness of the hollow, and Rognak can see the way her lips quirk up into something of a smirk.

"This monster has been inside of my adoptive daughter and Lady Proudmoore, has it? It's a wonder that either of them still lives…"

Rognak flushes at Tyrande's praise. Never in a million years did he think that he would have Elune's High Priestess complimenting his dick size. And yet, here they are. Frankly, he's wondering if Tyrande is going to need any… help getting ready for him. How is she possibly going to get wet enough to take his cock inside of her?

Visions of the High Priestess suddenly turning around and plopping her cunt down on his face before ordering him to lick dance through his head for a moment. If Tyrande actually decides to engage him in a sixty-nine, he just might die from shock.

… But no, that doesn't happen. Nor does she put his cock anywhere near her mouth. Instead, after stroking him contemplatively for a few moments, the High Priestess suddenly lifts herself up, using his dick to balance herself. Then, she places his tip against her slit. Rognak's eyes widen at just how wet he finds her.

For Tyrande to be this aroused at this point, she would have had to have been getting progressively more and more turned on all the way here. She would have had to have been dripping even back when she called him out of Nishera's impromptu class and asked for his time.

Rognak opens his mouth to speak, but once again finds himself speechless as Tyrande suddenly drives herself down onto his cock, taking over half of his member inside of her in one go. He punches up into her of HER volition, even as her breath hitches, the air driven from her lungs. Maybe it's better that he doesn't speak. It's like Tyrande said. There's not supposed to be any love here. He's not replacing her mate.

Purely physical sex. That's what she wanted. Well, Rognak could give her that. He was happy to give her that in fact.

As she begins to ride him, Rognak finally acts, reaching up and grabbing the High Priestess by her hips. For a moment, Tyrande's eyes snap to his, glaring at him… but then she relaxes and lets out a shuddering sigh.

"No… kissing. Understood?"

Grunting, Rognak nods. Tyrande smiles at that, and then moans when he thrusts up into her from below, causing her entire body to bounce and jolt on his cock. She might be the High Priestess of Elune, but she's also a huntress, with just as much Sentinel Training as any other. Her body is a mixture of soft and hard, of womanly and athletic. Her breasts, sizable and eternally perky, bounce up and down with his thrusts. Meanwhile, her abdomens flex, her definition visible even in the low light as she gasps and groans… and moans.

Tyrande Whisperwind moans as Rognak fucks her from below and she rides him towards an indeterminate goal. She moans out words, her eyes fluttering as she shudders atop him.

"Three… thousand years… mm, ah…"

Rognak wonders if she meant to say that out loud. He's certainly not going to call her out on it though, no sir. Instead he keeps quiet and continues fucking her from below, until Tyrande suddenly leans forward, pressing her hands into his chest, raking her nails along his pectorals and howling as she cums at long last, an explosive orgasm that wracks her entire body.

The High Priestess of Elune positively SHRIEKS as she climaxes all over his cock and Rognak goes still for a moment to let her enjoy the experience and to also give her time to recover. She shudders… and then just as soon as it's started, her orgasm is over and she begins riding him again, though at an even more frantic pace than before.

"Three… three thousand years since I laid with my beloved. Three thousand years since I felt a lover's t-touch."

Her nails dig harshly into his flesh, drawing blood as Rognak grunts beneath her. Tyrande's eyes snap wide open, and she looks him directly in the eye.

"… Malfurion asked that I try not to be alone. He asked me to shed no further tears for him. And yet… this still feels like a betrayal."

Something in Tyrande's face twists and she snarls. For a moment, Rognak doesn't know if she's going to attack him or flee the scene. In the end though, it's neither. The High Priestess' shoulders slump and she hangs her head for a moment before leaning forward even further, until he thinks she might break her own rule and kiss him after all. But she doesn't do that, for all that their mouths are mere centimeters apart by the time she's stopped moving.

"… I want you to take me like a beast all night long, Chieftain. I want you to make it hurt. Do you think you can do that for me?"

It's only then as she's slamming her hips down on his cock with a gusto, that Rognak fully understands just how damaged Tyrande truly is. And he worries that he might be compounding that hurt. But he also fears what rejection might do to her at this juncture. She needs someone to be with her tonight, to make sure she doesn't do anything untoward now that the Lich King is dead.

That someone, it would seem, is going to be Rognak. And if he doesn't do as she says, he worries that she might drive him away.

Well… he IS an orc, isn't he? With a lustful growl, Rognak turns the tables, flipping them over. Tyrande gasps as she lands on her back against the soft earth beneath her, Rognak suddenly towering over her and pinning her down. His hands grab her legs and push them up into the air, his cock driving deeper into her drooling quim without hesitation.

As Tyrande cries out, tossing her head back and arching her spine, Rognak growls as he reaches out and grasps one of her tits, giving it a good, hard squeeze. She wanted rough? He could do rough.

"Your wish is my command, Priestess."

His gruff tone makes her shudder as she looks up at him with lidded eyes, anticipating what comes next. Rognak, for his part… doesn't hold back. He fucks Tyrande into the dirt. There's no other word for it, really. Plow? Meh. Rail? Sure. Pound? Of course. But in the end, the only true way to say it is the simplest way of all. He FUCKS her.

And Tyrande takes every bit of it, taking every inch of his orcish cock into her clenching quim. She cums for him again and again, and when HE cums, deciding to spray his seed all over her body rather than risk creampieing her, she takes that too. Then, they keep fucking.

They fuck and fuck and fuck all night long, just as she asked of him. He fucks her on her back, he fucks her on her side, he even fucks her face down in the dirt as she cries out in an ugly manner and begs him for more. He follows her order and avoids kissing. And he ruts her like a beast, just as she begged of him.

He knows she's using him as little more than a big, fat, orcish meat dildo. He's stress relief at the end of the day. Rognak doesn't mind it all that much though. Tyrande needs this. Or at least, she needs something. Hopefully this helps in some way. Hopefully HE helps in some way. As she said, he has no shot of replacing her mate of ten-thousand years.

But he doesn't need to. He's more than happy being Tyrande Whisperwind's orcish fuck buddy… whenever she has need of him and his big fat green cock.