While Shandris naked and sprawled out on Tyrande's bed is enough to let Rognak know precisely what's going on here… and what the two Night Elves intend to happen next, he has to admit, he's a little taken aback by the startlingly vulnerable look in the Sentinel General's eyes. Shandris Feathermoon is a tough cookie, there's no doubt about that. She's remarkably calm under pressure and able to navigate her way through most situations with ease.

Rognak's first thought is that Shandris is embarrassed to be seen naked by her adoptive mother. She and Tyrande might not share actual blood, but the Sentinel General had still been raised by the High Priestess of Elune. Of course, it had been ten thousand years since Shandris was a child. One couldn't really say that she'd been raised by Tyrande ALL that time, now could they?

More than that though, Shandris had been pushing for this since the Battle of Mount Hyjal. Rognak had literally listened to her make a pretty godawful pass at Tyrande, one that had sent Tyrande fleeing from the scene in sheer mortification. So for Shandris to be embarrassed now that she was finally getting what she wanted after all this time… that part didn't make much sense.

And yet… there was no denying that the Night Elf on the bed seemed incredibly self-conscious. She wiggles under his gaze and averts her eyes, unable to look him in the face. Meanwhile, Tyrande comes up behind him, running a hand along his shoulder and down his arm.

"You're overdressed, Chieftain."

As she steps past him, Rognak notes that the High Priestess of Elune makes no move to remove her own dress. Instead, she hikes it up as she reaches the bed, kicking off her shoes but moving to join Shandris without actually removing the long, flowing, glistening white garment. Rognak raises an eyebrow at this, but quickly sets about removing his robes, his thick cock already throbbing and steadily growing hard with need.

While he strips naked, Tyrande moves to her daughter's head and lifts it up, slipping effortlessly into place so that Shandris' head is now resting on her lap as she kneels there with her legs out to one side. There's a beatific smile on Tyrande Whisperwind's face as she runs her hands through her adoptive daughter's hair, while Shandris just blushes deeply, biting her lower lip as she alternates between looking up into Tyrande's eyes and glancing over at Rognak and his now exposed cock.

Slowly approaching the bed, Rognak gives the two Night Elves a curious look and a crooked smile.

"The future, huh?"

Shandris looks a little chagrined, but Tyrande's smile just widens and she nods.

"Tell me, Rognak… did you not wonder?"

Blinking in confusion, Rognak frowns.

"Wonder what?"

Tyrande nods down at her naked daughter.

"All these months… all this time as Shandris' lover. You managed to impregnate Jaina Proudmoore swiftly enough, but despite seeding my daughter just as often, it never took in her womb. Did you not wonder why not?"

Rognak's lips thin out at that. Truth be told, he hadn't thought about it. He hadn't been thinking about it with Jaina either. Perhaps he should have. Perhaps the responsible thing to do would have been to communicate with both of his lovers, to find out what their expectations regarding children were and make sure to avoid any… accidents.

But there was no use crying over spilt milk. As far as Jaina was concerned, the accident was a happy one… even with the kerfuffle caused by a certain too-short letter sent across the sea and read by eyes it was never intended for. But as for Shandris… Rognak hadn't ever gotten the impression that his Night Elf lover wanted children. But he also hadn't asked.

"I have communed with Elune on this subject and found out the truth. Night Elf reproduction rates are already plenty low among our own kind as it is. A side effect of our immortality that should begin to fade now that we have lost eternal life. However, because of this… the chance that a Night Elf will successfully procreate with another race is infinitesimal. Not impossible… but highly improbable."

Rognak's eyes widen at that and he looks at Shandris with new eyes. The beautiful, naked Night Elf still won't look him in the eye so he climbs onto the bed and between her spread legs, grasping at her thighs all of the sudden in a rough way that makes her gaze snap to him as her breath hitches.

"Shandris… I realize I should have asked this ages ago… but do you want children?"

Under the watchful eye of the High Priestess of Elune, Shandris blushes even harder but finally nods.

"Y-Yes… if they're with you, then yes… I do."

Rognak nods seriously, before looking to Tyrande expectantly. In response, Tyrande's smile grows a little… wicked.

"Elune has shown me a way to… bless the unions between Night Elves and those of the other races. Given the losses we sustained during the Legion's Invasion, given the number of male druids killed in the Barrows… it will likely be necessary in the long-term. That said… I shall bless this union now."

All of the sudden, Tyrande is glowing with radiant light. Her eyes blaze white and her entire body glows ever so slightly. That glow travels down her arms and through her hands into Shandris' head on her lap before extending down the length of the Sentinel General's naked body. Shandris gasps and her back arches as a throaty moan leaves her lips. Her slit is inches away from his cock as Rognak kneels there between her legs, watching this… religious experience unfold.

Finally, the glow fades and Tyrande's smile softens a fair bit as she inclines her head.

"It is done. That said… my Goddess recommends drawing on your own abilities to make sure your seed takes, Rognak. Apparently if there is one thing that Nature is good at, it is ensuring new life blossoms even in barren environments. After my Blessing however… Shandris' womb is FAR from barren."

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Reading between the lines, it sounds like Tyrande just did some sort of short-form fertility ritual on Shandris that made it more likely any seed delivered to her womb for the next who knows how long would take. But at the same time… yeah, Tyrande was right. He hadn't really thought about it too much before… and he'd never gone out of his way to do it either. However, he should definitely be able to make something happen.

Moving in closer and focusing on his connection to Nature, Rognak lets out a low, shuddering breath as his thick, green, bulbous cockhead presses against Shandris' glistening wet slit. The Night Elf moans beneath him as he slowly but surely begins penetrating her, inch after inch of his throbbing mast disappearing inside of her as she shudders and quakes.

At the same time, Rognak is reaching out to Nature itself… and like a fond friend, Nature answers him. He's always had an easy time of it. So easy that he struggled to teach his fellow orcs the ways of the druid at first. Druidism came naturally to him in a way that it did no other. Rognak had long known that this was because of the number of entities who had blessed him with minor fractions of their power in exchange for the Outsider's information regarding their fates. Wild Gods, Loa… and even the Goddess of the Moon herself, just to name a few.

Now though, it's as though Nature itself has developed conscious thought. Rognak could swear he feels the magic swirling within him impishly giggling in delight, even as he turns it towards something he's never done before. He's not trying to transform into an animal. He's not trying to alter the weather conditions, or grow plant life, or heal someone's wounds.

No, Rognak is doing something far less… noble. Then again, maybe it is noble if it's ensuring the future of the Night Elves. Sure. Let's go with that. Him focusing his Nature Magic on his own genitals, more specifically on his balls, and increasing his virility tenfold… it was a noble endeavor. Most definitely.

Rognak grunts as his balls become downright laden with super-charged seed. With a lustful growl, he finds himself thrusting the rest of the way into Shandris, no longer able to hold back. The beautiful Night Elf squeals as her taut abs bulge with the sheer size of him, her eyes half-rolling back in her head from the sudden explosion of movement.

But Rognak is just getting started. Immediately he begins jackhammering in and out of Shandris like an orc possessed. And maybe he is possessed in a way. He'd tried to focus his power on his genitals, on making sure the next load he delivered to Shandris' womb was as virile as it possibly could be. But he might have gone a little overboard, because that feeling is already flowing back out through the rest of him, leaving him feeling more energized than he'd been in a long time.

Fucking Shandris… if it weren't for Tyrande's presence, if the High Priestess weren't there to hold her daughter steady, Rognak would probably have plowed Shandris right up to the wall at this point. As it is, Tyrande's biceps bulge, showing just how strong the Priestess of Elune is despite her vocation as she acts as the hard place to Rognak's rock… while Shandris remains trapped between them both.

The Sentinel General, so very strong and independent and downright willful… is reduced to a squealing mess by Rognak's cock and his fast-paced thrusting. He himself feels half-reduced to a beast. He grunts and growls, pounding and plowing away at Shandris' cunt. Single-minded focus means that his eye is most definitely on the prize… but he's also staring down at Shandris' shaking, shuddering body.

In short order, she's glistening with sweat that drips off of her bouncing breasts and slides along her flexing, toned body. Rognak's gaze is drawn to those breasts as he envisions his lover with a belly as big as Jaina's and tits laden with milk. Before he even knows what he's doing, he's leaning forward and capturing Shandris' nipples in between his teeth, biting at them hard enough to make the Night Elf scream and cream herself all over his cock.

Of course, she's not lactating yet… but it's only a matter of time he figures. Only a matter of… giving her what she wants. With a hoarse groan, Rognak thrusts forward one final time, having brought Shandris to at least half a dozen climaxes since they began. His balls, which had been churning with GREAT need before now, finally release their load which travels up the length of his cock faster than it ever has before.

He positively ERUPTS inside of Shandris Feathermoon, stuffing the beautiful Night Elf General with his super-charged seed. With the Blessing of Elune to increase her fertility and his connection to Nature to increase his virility, Rognak doesn't have a single doubt in his mind. There's no way that Shandris isn't getting pregnant from this… and if on the off chance she doesn't for whatever reason, then Rognak will just have to fuck her again and again until she is. Because that's what she wants, and he'll be damned if he doesn't give it to her.

That said, as he pulls out and watches his seed slowly drool out of her freshly fucked, properly stuffed quim… Rognak tilts his head to the side and looks up at Tyrande. The High Priestess of Elune is staring down at where he and her adoptive daughter were joined, her eyes slightly wide at what she just witnessed and her lips parted as her tongue unconsciously slips out to lick at them.

Meanwhile, Rognak feels himself damn near vibrating with energy. His balls have been emptied of their super-charged load, but that doesn't mean he's not still raring to go. Shandris, unfortunately, doesn't look like she's in any state to go another round at the moment. He'd fucked her harder than he ever had before and given what some of their encounters have been like, that's saying something.

Slowly, he and Tyrande wordlessly work together to lift Shandris up and lay her on the other side of the bed. Then, looking quite grave, Tyrande begins to undo the straps on her dress. Rognak lifts an eyebrow as the High Priestess divests herself of her garments, causing Tyrande to blush slightly in response.

"… It was my suggestion that left you in your current state. So I think it only fair that I… handle you the rest of the way, seeing as Shandris is currently down for the count. However, I will not be calling for my Goddess to bless me as I did with Shandris. Do not think that you will be inseminating TWO Night Elves this day."

Well… fair enough. Rognak goes to shrug, only to pause as Tyrande, now naked, turns away from him and gets on all fours. Really? He never would have expected the High Priestess of Elune to engage in… doggystyle. Still, he doesn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Shuffling forward on his own knees, the orc druid reaches out and grabs Tyrande by her incredibly plush purple hips, sinking his cock into her glistening cunt from behind a moment later.

He's still rock hard and full of energy, but his super-charged seed is no longer present. He would have to cast the magic he did before again to make something happen. And since Tyrande has already made it clear she doesn't want that… he refrains. He would never force her to do anything she wasn't ready for, all things considered.

Instead he settles in to fuck the beautiful High Priestess on her hands and knees, plowing her from behind with all of his pent-up energy. In turn, Tyrande cries out and arches her back, tossing her verdant green hair every which way. Rognak grunts, his eyes eventually sliding over to see Shandris on her side and watching them with a smile as she touches herself. The two of them make eye contact and Shandris' smile widens as she mouths the words 'I love you' to him.

Rognak mouths them back of course, even as he continues to make Tyrande Whisperwind squeal on his cock.

… Yes, the world of Azeroth was a scary place. And while they had peace for now, there would always be another threat around the next corner. The danger would never truly pass. But in this moment at least, Rognak is as happy as he can be, sharing this moment with the ones he loves. He knows that whatever the future holds, he won't be alone in facing it. And no matter what… they will overcome any obstacles in their way.