It's strange. She's seen him in so many different situations over the past day. First, she'd seen him take a stand against his leader, and fight an honor duel for command of his clan. Then, she'd seen him talk to that very same clan, appealing to whatever he could appeal to. After that, she'd watched him lead his clan into battle against demons, wiping out Satyr, cleansing a corrupted pool, and ultimately killing the largest demon this forest had seen since the War of the Ancients.

Yes, Shandris has seen multiple facets of this druid standing before her now. This… Rognak. But now she's seeing something new. She's watched him put his abilities to good use, watched him unleash his savagery upon those who deserve it. She's watched him roar and watched his muscles bulge and ripple, his veins positively popping from then.

But now she watches him go completely still. It's quite unusual, the Night Elf has to admit. The way he's frozen in place at her touch, staring at her. It's as though he's afraid to breathe. Or maybe he's just afraid to breathe on her? Does he think she's fragile, just because she's a bit smaller than him? Grinning openly now, Shandris tilts her head to the side… and leans up on her tip toes, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Her lips land along one of his orcish tusks, even as she watches him go even stiller, if that's possible. She doesn't get the impression that he's rejecting her though. She doesn't think he finds her disgusting or anything like that. It's more like he's holding himself back. He really is afraid of hurting her, isn't he?

Letting out a scoff, Shandris pulls back from him and proceeds to punch Rognak in the center of his chest. She puts a considerable amount of strength into the blow, but only succeeds at making him grunt and rock back. She'd hoped to make him stumble at least a bit, but she'd take the wounded look on his face, she supposed.

"What was that for?!"

Smirking now, her eyes dancing with mirth, she circles around him, watching as he turns with her, keeping her in his view at all times.

"Your thoughts were written all over your face. You think I'm weak, don't you? You think I can't handle you?"

It's Rognak's turn to scoff as he begins to shake his head.

"Of course not! I-!"

Shandris doesn't bother waiting for him to finish lying to her. Instead, she leaps at him. This time she puts her whole body into it. This time, she has every intention of taking him down, specifically to that bed of furs now positioned right behind him. Unfortunately… well, he's ready for her now. And so, even as she flings herself at him, he manages to set himself in place and catch her.

Her limbs twine around his, her legs wrapping around his massive waist, and his huge green hands go to her ass, gripping down on it to hold her weight. Shandris grins as she lays her hands upon his hulking shoulders. She's always been adaptable… so she does what she does best. She adapts.

"Then prove it."

Her half-purr, half-growl causes the orc druid to go still again. But only for a moment this time. Then, he's suddenly spinning around and laying HER upon his bed of furs. Shandris gasps, the air forcibly expelled from her lungs as she lands hard. But she doesn't care, because she's not letting go of his waist, which means he's forced to come with her. He might have her pinned beneath his impressive bulk, but she's refusing to let him go, clinging to him for dear life as she shimmies, wiggling in place and getting comfortable.

A huff of hot breath exits his nose, expelled write into her face as his nostrils flare.

"Why? You want me to fuck you? Then tell me why."

Shandris furrows her brow somewhat incredulously at that. What sort of insecurities was this orc operating under that he had to ask WHY? Had he seen himself? Had he seen himself in BATTLE? Rather than ask why… the question should definitely be 'why NOT?'. Alas, she can tell that wouldn't work for him. He wants more. He wants an explanation.

Reaching up, Shandris grabs one of the orc's tusks, yanking it down so that their faces are mere inches apart.

"Why? Because watching you stand up against your leader impressed me. Because you honored and respected not just Lord Cenarius, but the forests of Ashenvale, my home. Because watching you kill that demon lit a fire in my loins and I'll be damned if I don't see if you're just as savage in bed as you are on the battlefield!"

As he blinks at her, Shandris lets out a loud growl before letting her head fall back as she pouts expressively.

"Am I so unappealing to you, Rognak? Does my appearance disgust you?"

His eyes widen.

"What?! No!"

"Then what the fuck are you waiting for?!"

There's the briefest of pauses more, the moment hanging on what feels like a knife's edge. Will he get over himself and give her what they BOTH clearly want, or will he reject this for whatever reason sees him holding back when he has a willing and available female right under him?

Luckily, it's the former. The moment passes, and Rognak snarls before leaning down and capturing Shandris' mouth with his own. She happily kisses him back, running her hands up and down his chest for a moment. Then, they pull apart… and clothes start flying. Shandris wastes no time in getting out of her traditional Sentinel Garb. Exposing her light-purple skin feels good… even better when Rognak's eyes feast upon it.

The Demon Slaying Druid is as hungry for her flesh as she thought he might be. Now that she's gotten past his hang-ups, he's not nearly as reserved about showing it, thankfully. Why he felt the need to play so hard to get when she was offering him everything from the start, Shandris can't begin to say. But it doesn't matter anymore, because now… now they're both going to get what they want.

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Though, it's Shandris' turn to go still when his cock finally comes out. It's big and green, as anticipated. In fact, it's size and appearance are downright expected. However, expecting something and actually experiencing it first hand are two very different things. His cock, already half-hard, flops out from beneath his loincloth and slaps down with a meaty smack against her equally exposed abdomen and crotch.

Shandris' breath hitches, as she sees just how… big he is compared to her. How deep inside of her he might be able to go. Staring down at his member, not even fully erect but laid out across her belly button, she feels a tingle in her navel. Meanwhile, Rognak pauses, as if just realizing the difference in their size himself.

"Fuck… there's no way that's going to fit."

Hah! Wasn't that supposed to be her line?! Scoffing loudly, she draws his gaze up to her face. Looking him dead in the eye, Shandris doesn't back down. She refuses to do so, especially now when they've already come this far.

"It'll fit. Come on. Don't back down on me now."

Her appeal to his masculine pride seems to do the trick, though he's still a little hesitant. Frowning as he slides his cock down between her legs, Shandris watches. Her chiseled abs ripple as she steadily breathes in and out, and her lower lips, already drooling a bit from aroused anticipation, part around the incredibly large and bulbous head of his green cock. Stroking up and down his shaft for a few moments, he gets himself a little harder… and then begins to push in.

Even then, he's still a little hesitant. As though any moment, he's going to hurt her. As though she's going to suddenly cry out and beg him to stop or pull out. Shandris refuses to even consider such a thing. Besides, his cock feels… good. Big, of course. Very big. Stretching her beyond anything that's been inside of her before kind of big, even.

But Shandris has never been one to let something like that stop her. Bit by bit, he pushes into her. Half-inch by half-inch, he slowly yet steadily makes his way forward. A shuddering breath leaves Shandris' lips, causing him to pause for a moment, but she just glares at him when he glances to her face to make sure she's okay.

Finally, he's about halfway inside of her when he stops. She's about to tell him to keep going, but before she can… he pulls back, only to thrust in again. The words die on her lips as she lets out a choked gasp, air forcibly expelled from her lungs for the second time in the last few minutes. Its like a punch to the guts… but in a good way. Impossible to really describe it. All Shandris knows is that she wants more… and she's getting really sick of those concerned looks Rognak keeps shooting her.

Reaching up, she grabs the orc by his shoulders and wraps her legs back around his thick tree-trunk of a waist. Then, she lifts herself up off of the furs, bringing her face right up to his this time instead of the other way around.

"Fuck me, you big dicked bastard. Fuck me, and don't you dare fucking stop until we're both finished. Got it?"

Rognak looks at her for a long moment… and then finally nods.

"Got it."

Shandris opens her mouth to say 'good', but never gets the word out. True to his word, Rognak does indeed 'get it'. From that moment on, she doesn't get another coherent word out at all. Instead, every noise out of her mouth sounds like it comes from something bestial and primal as the hulking green-skinned orc truly begins to fuck her.

Thrusting in and out of her, his cock stretching her insides wider than they've ever been stretched before, the orc druid really starts to put her through her paces. Shandris groans and moans as he fills her again and again. Her cunt clenches along his pistoning prick as best as it can, but in truth… she's most definitely at the limits of her capacity. There's practically no more room inside of her for anything else. No more room for squeezing, no more room for flexing.

The silver lining is that she must be amazingly tight all the same. Even if she can't clench down properly with her inner muscles, she's stretched around his throbbing cock and able to feel every pulsing vein along his impressively large member. As he fucks her, he even pushes a little deeper into her… until he's pressing against her womb itself.

Shandris groans at the sensation. It's beyond pleasurable. It's intensity in its most basic form. It's everything that Shandris wanted, but then, the phrase 'be careful what you wish for' comes to mind as her world is rocked by this hulking orc and his big fat green cock. He's so deep inside of her that when she looks down between their bodies, she thinks her abs might be bulging just a little bit from his cock.

That's probably not actually the case of course. If that WERE happening, she'd probably be in a lot more pain. Probably have ruptured something, even. But still, her belly looks distended, her chiseled abdomen bowed outwards just a couple of inches. He's truly that huge and he's fucking her like the savage she knew him to be.

Savage… but not a monster. No, this orc is a noble creature. She just doesn't want a noble creature right now. She wants to be fucking plowed. She wants to be railed. She wants to be pounded.

Her legs, which had started out wrapped around his girthy waist as best as possible, have come undone. Instead, they're straight up in the air, her toes curling in ecstasy as she cries out in a lewd fashion. It's not long before he manages to bring her to climax. As her feet kick back and forth, her eyes threaten to roll back in her head. She squeals in a particularly undignified manner, her juices gushing down his cock… and making it all the easier for him to fuck her.

He slips even deeper inside of her, and Shandris chokes on her own spit. She damn near bites through her tongue at the feeling of him pressing just an inch into her womb itself. That was… he was… too deep. But she'd be damned if she told him to stop now. After everything? After all that shit she'd talked? Tyrande always liked to say Shandris' mouth would get her in trouble.

Well, that was exactly what was happening now. And yet, it was the best kind of trouble Shandris could imagine. Better, even. Not even in her greatest fantasies or wildest dreams had she ever imagined something like this.

Shuddering, the Night Elf throws her head back, gurgling in the back of her throat as her body flexes and shivers, trembling around his cock. In response, Rognak keeps fucking her. She'd told him to. She'd told him to fuck her until they were BOTH satisfied, not truly understanding what that would mean. The druid isn't just savage, he's insatiable. He continues to fuck her until she cums a second time, and then a third. All the while, he remains rock hard inside of her. His massive balls slap against her taint, but even though they must be churning with the fattest load imaginable, he still doesn't cum.

Shandris, delirious with pleasure, wonders if he ever will. Or maybe this is what the rest of eternity will be. Getting fucked by this orc druid and his big fat green cock.

Of course, just as she's wondering that, not quite in her right mind by that point… Rognak lets out a hoarse groan and finally begins to cum. Shandris moans in response, shuddering as his seed fills her and fills her. It feels like no other lover she's ever taken. But then, she's never been with an orc before, now has she? As the druid seeds her, Shandris can only moan and mewl, her eyes lidded and half-rolled back in her head.

When, at long last, he's done… his worried voice reaches her ears.

"Shandris? Are you okay?"

She's not okay, but she's not about to tell him that. She might be fucking addicted to him and his cock. But she's not about to tell him THAT either. Instead, Shandris forces herself to think and then musters what little strength she has remaining to weakly slap him on his chest.

"C-Cuddles…"

… Yeah, not her proudest moment. But hey, at least it works. Rognak chuckles, and a moment later he's pulled out of her only to drag her up onto his chest as he lays back on the furs. Shandris rests her cheek on one of his massive pecs… and happily passes out, her belly filled with warmth and her cunt clenching around a phantom orc cock that's no longer there. For now, anyways.