Jaina Proudmoore approached the city, gritting her teeth as she did. She couldn’t believe she was really doing this. She’d been thinking about it for months - no, years, now, and she had finally pushed herself to take the step she’s always wanted to. She’d had enough, really, of the other Alliance leaders, particularly King Varian Wrynn of Stormwind. It seemed every time she opened her mouth to speak, he would purposefully find ways to rebut her ideas, no matter how clever they were. It was getting to the point of contention, and she needed to get out of there, before she decided to take the entire alliance on herself.
She was currently wearing a cloak to conceal herself, but knew she would reveal it before too long. She had pale skin, blue eyes, pink lips and shoulder-length golden blonde hair that she grew long and tied in a French braid. Her usual Kirin Tor robe was hidden, though she had not planned on hiding her identity for very long. All she had to do was enter the city without anyone noticing, and the rest should go according to plan.
She’d seen Orgrimmar before, but usually in the context of war, and it was a little jarring to see it in a peaceful state, though battle with the alliance would come soon. As she approached the towering gates of Orgrimmar, the first thing that struck her senses was the overwhelming sense of strength and fortitude that emanated from the city. The massive stone walls rose high into the sky, adorned with crude but imposing spikes and banners displaying the insignia of the Horde.
Upon entering through the gates, she was immediately greeted by a bustling hive of activity. The streets were teeming with orcs of all shapes and sizes, as well as trolls, tauren, and other members of the Horde, going about their daily business. The sound of smiths hammering away at anvils mixed with the shouts of vendors hawking their wares, creating a cacophony of noise that somehow managed to feel strangely comforting, reminding her of home. Buildings were constructed from rough-hewn stone and sturdy timber, with a distinctively militaristic design. Banners and pennants fluttered in the breeze, displaying the symbols of the various orcish clans that made up the city's population. The city was truly a melting pot of different races, so different than what she was used to.
She pulled her cloak close as she stepped through the streets, and couldn’t help but look up a few times, spying on the inhabitants going about on their usual business. She eventually arrived at the majestic Valley of Strength, where the imposing Warchief's fortress stood as a symbol of leadership and power. The valley was a vast open space, surrounded by towering cliffs and lined with sturdy orcish buildings.
The fortress itself was a massive stone structure, carved with intricate runes and symbols of the Horde with large spikes appearing to grow out at various points, similar to the rest of the city.
Around the fortress, she could see orcs going about their business, armor clanking as they moved, and banners fluttering in the wind. The atmosphere was charged with a sense of purpose and determination, as if every inhabitant of the valley was focused on a single goal. It was clear the rule of Garrosh Hellscream reshaped Orgrimmar into a city of war, bringing in various goblin machinery to be used in both attack and defense of the city.
Two massive orc guards standing sentry at the front. Clad in heavy plate armor adorned with the emblem of the Horde, they stood tall and imposing, their muscles bulging beneath the metal. Their faces were stern and focused, their eyes scanning the crowd with a watchful gaze. Each guard wielded a massive axe, its blade gleaming in the sunlight, but Jaina wasn’t feeling nervous. She knew she would be able to easily take them. That wasn’t the purpose of today’s visit, though.
She stopped in front of them and dropped her hood. The two guards raised their axes at once, but she smiled at them, trying to look as unassuming as she could. “I am Jaina Proudmoore, the leader of Kirin Tor, and I have come here on my own to speak to your leader, Garrosh Hellscream.”
“You… you come alone? To see our leader?” The right guard said with an incredulous look on his face. “Do you have a death sentence, woman?”
“You underestimate me,” she continued to sport the same gentle smile, “now, please bring me to him. I have important matters to discuss.”
The two orcs looked at each other, then back at her, and she was met with a shrug. “I don’t see the harm in that. What could a small human like her do?”
She tried to ignore the pride that welled up in her gut. She would have to drop a lot more of her pride today. It would be advisable for her to stop now. The two orcs turned, and pushed the door open, letting her in. She followed them into the building, now no longer hiding her appearance, and held her head high.
As she entered the throne room, the atmosphere changed. The hustle and bustle of the city streets gave way to a more solemn and reverent ambiance. The room was vast, with high ceilings supported by massive stone pillars adorned with ancient orcish runes. The walls were lined with banners displaying the symbols of the various orcish clans, adding a splash of color to the otherwise austere surroundings. Torches flickered in sconces, casting a warm glow that danced across the stone floor.
At the far end of the room, atop a raised platform, sat the Warchief's Throne. Carved from obsidian and adorned with spikes and Mannoroth’s skull, it was a formidable sight. And seated upon the throne, in all his glory, was the Warchief himself, a towering figure clad in ornate armor, his eyes fixed upon her with a gaze that seemed to pierce her very soul.
As she made her way towards the throne, she passed by rows of orcish warriors, their eyes following her every move with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. She could feel the weight of their gaze as she approached the throne, each step echoing loudly in the cavernous hall.
Finally, she reached the foot of the throne and looked up at the Warchief, feeling a sense of awe and reverence. This was the leader of the Horde, a warrior without equal, and she was in his presence. He was more massive than she remembered, with dark red skin, tusks, and a giant bull nose piercing in his nostrils. He had more muscle than she’d ever seen on anyone before, and she could see his great axe sitting next to him, ready to be picked up at any moment’s notice. His head was fully shaved, and his body was covered in scars, which made her wonder how many battles he’d personally attended.
“Well, well. What do we have here?” He asked. “I wasn’t expecting this.” She knew he had always despised her. He hated mages along with humans, and for a warlord like him, her continuous quest to maintain peace must really grate on his nerves. None of that really mattered, though. Not for what she was about to do.
Jaina dropped to her knees, unveiled her cloak, and exposed her fully naked form underneath. The room around her stilled at once. She could see some of his advisors - the blood knight Master Pyreanor, the warrior Eitrigg, and the shaman Sauranok the Mystic. “And what… what is this?” Garrosh said, his eyes slithering over her naked form. She had the perfect curves, and because she fought with magic rather than strength, her body was soft and smooth, and almost looked untouched. Her nipples were perky, and not a single person in the room could turn away from such a bewildering sight.
“I, Jaina Proudmoore, have concluded after years of battle that Orcs are superior to every other race and Garrosh Hellscream, the current leader of the Orcs, brutal and eager to take anything he wishes, is the epitome of his people, and deserves all the worship I can provide him.”
The hall broke out into chatter, and Garrosh stared at her, unable to hide the shock in his eyes. There wasn’t a lot that could shock such a honed warlord. He composed himself at once, and stood up from his throne. “Do you really mean this, Jaina Proudmoore, or is this some sort of trap?”
She continued kneeling, her head now bowed down towards the floor. “I mean it with all my heart.”
He stepped down slowly, and bent down to raise her chin so she was looking at him. Her eyes were soft, and no longer hard like the warrior he’d seen. If she was faking it, she was doing a very good job in pretending. He seemed to think through it, his eyes blinking down at her with a somewhat amused expression. “I don’t think I can believe a word you say, Daughter of the Sea.”
Her gaze remained the same as she said, “I’ll prove it to you. Anything you want.”
“Really?” He grinned maliciously. “I think I have the perfect thing.” He nodded at his advisors, who all pulled close to him. He let go of her chin, and stepped back to speak to them. She strained to hear what they were saying, but remained in place, wanting to look as subservient as possible.
He stepped back to his throne, his body relaxed as he nodded at the guards, “bring the prisoners.”
“Which, Warchief?” A guard asked.
“All of them,” was his simple reply. She didn’t move a single inch, her head bowed low as she heard the guard exit the room.
“My advisors have encouraged me to ask you some questions while we wait, Jaina Proudmoore.”
She looked up at him, and said, “I will answer anything you asked as truthfully as I possibly can.”
“Good,” He smiled, his fangs reflecting off the candlelight. “I think every one of us here are questioning your motives. But if they are true, and you do consider Orcs to be the master race, I would like to know what brought you to this sudden conclusion.”
She nodded, having anticipated this question, “Forgive me, but I think it’s pretty obvious.”
“Enlighten me, then.”
“Some of my best friends belong to the Horde, and share my ideas of having peace in our world. I have fought side by side with them, and have seen how strong the Horde can really be. On the other hand, I have also seen my allies and humans try to fight against the Orcs that belong to you, and have seen the brutality of your people, and how they can destroy those around them as simply as they will it. It has always been very thrilling for me, and I have finally decided to follow this path. It’s what I truly want,” she concluded.
He shook his head, like he just couldn’t believe her words. It was too easy, to be served one of the leaders of the enemy on a silver platter. The guard returned with a row of around two dozen prisoners, yet Jaina continued to ignore them all, focusing all of her attention on the Warchief in front of her.
“In order to prove your loyalty, I command you, Jaina Proudmoore, to murder every single one of these prisoners in cold blood.”
She didn’t hesitate even for a second. She nodded and stood up, turning her body to face the people that were on her side just mere hours ago. Garrosh, looking shocked again, added, “I would like you to consider the fact that most of these are civilians, and have been captured by my people in cold blood. You’ll still follow my orders?” Again, there was no hesitation. She almost looked excited to begin killing.
She teleported so quickly that none were able to see her, and appeared behind a single prisoner, seemingly picked out of nowhere. Without saying a single word, she pulled a small dagger out from her cloak, grabbed the woman by her hair, and slashed her across her throat. The blood spurted out onto the stone floor, to the amazement of the bloodthirsty inhabitants of Orgrimmar. The rest of the prisoners screamed and stepped away from her, though could not go very far with the chains around their wrists and ankles.
Now closer to them, she could see the grime on their clothes, which were mostly ripped apart. None of them looked as if they had bathed in weeks, and reeked. She wondered absentmindedly how long they had been kept prisoner here, and what the Warlord had planned for them before her arrival.
She then summoned three water elementals, all in the form of women who were similar to her in shape. The elementals wrapped their arms around three of the men, and pulled them into their bodies. The men’s eyes widened inside of them, unable to breathe, and their audience watched as they struggled within the bonds of the elementals, trying desperately to pull their bodies out in no success. It didn’t take long for them to lose consciousness, and collapse onto the floor, with the wetness of the ocean water adding onto the blood now coating it.
She turned to Garrosh with her three summons behind her, her smile wicked as she asked, “anything else you want me to do, Warlord? I’m welcome to requests.” Jaina was shocked to find how turned on she was from all of this. Her body was burning up, and she could feel pounding between her thighs. Her heartbeat, which usually maintained a slow pace, was quickening, and she desperately wanted to put her fingers in between her legs just to get some relief. She didn’t know what was happening, but the act of being fully naked in front of all of these orcs, following their wishes and betraying her people… it was unlocking something inside of her. And she couldn’t help but want to keep going.
Garrosh, appeased by her actions, shook his head, “entertain me, human.”
She willed the elementals away, and reappeared in front of another civilian. She blew her breath, and frost exited her lips, coating the woman in shimmering shards of ice. It coated her more and more, a gentle caress that soon covered her entire body. She had begun to run, but it was no use. She could no longer use the rest of her body. All she could do was stand there while Jaina covered her from head to toe in ice. She then turned to face Garrosh once more, picked up the blood soaked dagger, and tapped it a single time against the now frozen woman. At once, she broke into a million pieces, with the shards scattered across the floor. There was more screaming, and Jaina felt even more like her body was on fire.
Garrosh was leaning forwards now, unable to hide his intrigue. He couldn’t tell if she was an extremely proficient actor, or if she had truly fallen this low. He’d never go after civilian Orcs, and he was known to be one of the most ruthless warriors out there. Yes, he was extremely turned on by her actions, but he was also trying to keep his mind centered on politics and warfare. He was not only contending with the Alliance, but also with other Horde members who saw him as dishonorable and his actions as too extreme. He tried to keep calm at all times, and only the few people he truly trusted knew about the turmoil deep within the court. If Jaina has truly turned, he could use her to his advantage, to turn her completely against her own people, and tell him the secrets he has desired for many years now.
It was almost too easy. Which was why he was still hesitant as he watched her commit murder after murder.
Jaina moved onto the next victim, though had teleported back to the spot right in front of him. An ice cage emerged around two prisoners, just like she had used with her battle with Arthas Menethil. The cage itself broke the chains connecting the prisoners from the rest of the group. Their eyes widened, and they ran to the edge, grasping the icy bars to try desperately to get out. Jaina barely had to snap her fingers for a thousand tiny spikes to grow from the cage, creeping closer and closer towards the victims until they were stabbed at once in hundreds of spots throughout their body. The screams that came out of their mouths were worse than one would make when being burnt alive. Even the Orcs, who were known to be ruthless in battle, were impressed with her.
Their blood pooled onto the floor, so much so that it drenched Jaina’s cloak, which was laying on the floor behind her.
She didn’t waste another moment, her hand curled into claws and she focused on the last few prisoners with all of her attention. At first, nothing happened, and the Orcs in the room waited with bated breath. Then, three of the prisoners dropped to the floor at once. She broke their chains with ice, just as they began screaming.
“What is she doing?” A bystander whispered behind her.
“Mental based magic. Why bother creating elements when you can tell someone’s mind that they’re being tortured to death?” She replied. The prisoners grasped their heads, screaming and convulsing beside each other. One dug their nails into the floor and began clawing at it, like they were trying to escape from the prison that was their own mind.
“Please… please kill me,” one begged, their eyes now completely bloodshot.
“Should I give them mercy?” Jaina asked, turning her head to Garrosh once more.
“You may,” was his simple response. Jaina closed her hand into a tight fist, and the prisoners fell to the ground one after another. Blood pooled out from their ears and nose, and even some of the Orcs stepped back, their eyes now with a tint of fear. The twenty year old woman had earned her title, and was clearly someone not to be contended with.
She was drenched now. She could feel the fluids drip down her thighs. She’d never been so turned on in her life, and no one had ever touched her. She had truly unlocked something she could never imagine deep inside of her.
She fell to the ground in front of her new master, and couldn’t help but rub her thighs together. She needed just some sort of friction - anything at all. She knew the crowd around her could see what she was doing, but she didn’t care. Her mind was in a state of pure lust, and all she could think of was whether or not Garrosh would really take her offer.
The small bit of sensation and her fantasies were enough for her, because she could feel her pussy pulsing, and with a single hard rub, she could feel herself go over the edge, convulsing as she lost control of her body. It was a small orgasm, but she couldn’t believe it happened from her betraying her people. Was she really that messed up inside?
She didn’t know if Garrosh had noticed her whole body quivering ever so slightly from her orgasm, but he continued to stare at her, his eyes as inquisitive as it had been since her arrival. She continued to have her head bowed, with her knees and toes now covered in blood.
“You’ve truly decided to betray your people?” He asked, his tone quieter than normal. She nodded.
“Come,” was his simple command. She pushed herself up gracefully, taking one step at a time towards the large throne. She stopped right in front of Garrosh, and felt his rough fingers circle around her waist. He was so much bigger up close, and looked to be almost double her size. He sat her down on his lap, and looked around the room triumphantly, showing off the prize that had just been easily handed to him.
“Jaine Proudmoore belongs to me now,” he said to his onlookers. She stared up at him, amazed that any of this was even happening. He lifted her chin once again, and pressed his mouth against hers, vulgarly pushing his tongue down her throat. She responded immediately, loving the feeling of another body on hers after being so turned on for so long. Their tongues swirled together, and the fact that she was being watched by some of his most trusted advisors and court turned her on even further. Her juices were embarrassingly coating her thighs, clear for anyone to see.
He reached in between her legs, pressing one finger against her cunt. She gasped, realizing once more how much bigger than her he really was. His one finger would fill up her cunt completely. She didn’t know what she would do if he decided to fuck her. He would absolutely tear her apart.
“You’re soaked, you little whore,” he said as he pushed his index finger inside of her. She gasped and withered against him, trying to get more friction against her body. He began fucking her, pulsing his finger in and out of her as she moaned greedily. She opened her eyes so she could see her audience, and see their expression as she fell from the pedestal she’d been sitting on for the last few years.
With his finger now coated with her juices, he stuck another in. Jaina could feel how much she was being stretched out, and if she wasn’t so puffy and wet right now, it would definitely be somewhat painful. She could feel his cock underneath her, and she was desperate to see it. To see what she was doing to him with her body. She wiggled on top of him, trying to grind against him, and he chuckled behind her, his breath hot and warm against her sensitive ears.
“You’re greedy, aren’t you? You’ve never had anyone like me before,” he pulled his fingers out of her, and pushed her down so she was on her knees in front of him. “Take it out, then. If you want it so bad.” She listened at once, and moved his metal belt up so she could access his pants. It took her only a mere second to pull his cock out, and she was absolutely unable to hide her amazement at the size of it. She’d seen Orcs hundreds of times on the battlefield, but never naked, and never erect like this. It was just as veiny as the rest of his body, with the head beading at the tip with precum. Her mouth wetted at once, wanting to taste it. He excluded heat throughout his entire body, and the smell of him was unlike what she’d ever smelt on a man.
She wrapped both of her hands around the base of his cock, and wrapped her mouth around the tip, realizing at once that it would be physically impossible for her to take all of him inside of her mouth. Garrosh didn’t seem to care, though. He grabbed her golden hair and tugged it as tight as he possibly could, forcing it back so she would have to look directly into his eyes. Then, he started thrusting, not caring whether or not she was struggling. His cock slipped into the back of her throat, hitting it over and over as she tried her hardest not to gag. It was impossible. She started tearing up, the liquid ruining her perfect makeup as it welled up and dripped down her face.
Garrosh was showing off to their audience, trying his hardest to make her suffer as much as possible. They cheered him on, even chanting his name a few times as they watched him fuck her mouth with everything he’d got. Some walked around to see it properly, getting as close as they could without pissing Garrosh off.
“Look at those pretty pink lips,” he groaned, “nothing like it.”
She couldn’t breathe. She wondered how much she would be able to take before he had had enough of her. The more he abused her, the more turned on she was, and she felt empty now that her fingers were out of her. She wondered over and over again what it would feel like to have his cock fully inside of her. She wanted to know if it would break her into a million pieces.
He seemed to be able to read her mind, because he finally pulled out of her throat, and she was able to let in a gasping breath of air. He lifted her up from her waist like she was a puppet, and as she dangled in the air, aligned his cock against her pussy. For the first time in a long time, Jaina’s heart thundered in fear. He was really going to break her in two. He pressed in, his head pushing her apart, and she screamed, her head going completely blank. It was such an intense mix of pleasure and pain she could barely remember her own name, let alone the audience that continued to stare at them. He didn’t care about her pain, though, and continued to push.
Tears continued to stream down her face, and he chuckled, saying, “I thought a whore like you would be loose… but look at you. One of the tightest bitches I’d ever fucked.” He used all of his strength to pull her fully against his body, so suddenly that she didn’t have the breath to let out a noise. Her mouth opened in a tight ‘O’ of shock, and he kept her there, dangling off of him like a doll.
He let her adjust for only a few seconds before he wrapped a hand around her throat, and started bouncing her on his cock. He could see around her, and began whispering in her ear, telling her that everyone was watching them, everyone was hard for her, and were jealous of the fact that only he could fuck her.
He told her to imagine herself being passed along to every single one of these orc cocks, until she begged for mercy, and how much of a whore she was to abandon her people just to get some orc dick.
The tears wouldn’t stop flowing down her face, and yet she kept her eyes open so she could see the crowd staring at her, wishing they were Garrosh. With every thrust, the pain shifted more and more towards pleasure, and her pussy convulsed around him over and over, like it desired more of him. She’d never thought a human was able to feel this good. Her eyes rolled back, and she began moaning loudly with each thrust, unable to help herself.
“Good lil’ slut,” he said loudly. She had her second orgasm out of nowhere. She felt like she was exploding into a million pieces. Her entire body jerked out of control, and he continued to fuck her, feeling her pussy milk him for his cum. She screamed, and screamed some more when her orgasm died down, and she was so much more sensitive than before. Garrosh was different from all the other men she’d been with before - all of them being human. He lasted longer, and she didn’t know how much more she could take from him. If he really did decide to pass her around to all his friends, she would be dead by the end of the night.
He stuck two fingers into her mouth, forcing her to suck on it as he penetrated her on both ends. “Take every inch of my cock, slut, and maybe I’ll let you rest,” she obeyed. All she could hear was his voice and her heartbeat, and nothing else. He pulled another orgasm out of her, this one even stronger than the last, and she cried out his name as she slumped over, unable to hold herself up any longer.
He pulled himself out of him suddenly, and flipped her so she was now facing him, and straddling his lap. He stroked himself a few times, and she watched, mesmerized, as his balls tightened, and he let out a loud roar as rope after rope of cum shot out of him. He aimed for her face and chest, and she knew she had to stay still and let him do what he wanted, or face his wrath.
She didn’t think she could ever be lower than this very moment, covered in her enemy’s cum after betraying her people. His men had seen it happen, seen her willingly give herself to him. She had practically begged him to fuck her.
He stood up at once, and since he wasn’t holding onto her, she fell to the floor, her entire front now covered in his fluids. She tried to push herself into a sitting position, but it was hard to do with her exhaustion.
“What a great little surprise you were,” Garrosh said, mostly to himself. He tucked his cock back in his pants, and ordered his people to bring her to a guest bedroom, while making sure the doors were shut tight for her own little prison.
Jaina felt as two arms pulled her up, and began dragging her out of the room. She was still naked, mixed with all sorts of fluids from the murders and Garrosh’s fucking, and yet she felt better than she’d ever felt her entire life.
She knew it was right for her to come here, after all.
She could barely keep her eyes open as they locked the door shut behind her, and she wondered absentmindedly to herself what else he would have in store for her.