Warcraft Epic

TITLE:Warcraft Epic

AUTHOR: Akire-san

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN WARCRAFT AND IT'S CHARACTERS EXCEPT SHARYA, RATHKURR AND SOME MINOR CHARACTERS I INVENTED.

ATTENTION: i based this fanfic based on my memory of the game. I'm kinnda rusty so pls be gentle. i would appreciate reviews just pls dont send me flames. Thank you!

Chapter 2 – Friends no more



Ever since that incident a year ago, Thrall and Rathkurr would not let Sharya patrol alone. Although this frustrated her, Sharya was also touched by the older men’s concern for her, especially Thrall. He had open up since the incident. He laughed more,

taught her how to summon lightning and went hunting with her.



Much had happen since they had first met in the forest that faithful day. Sharya had just passed her final test and was a full pledge witchdoctor. Rathkurr became a commanding officer of the first company of elite brute warriors. And Thrall became the chieftain of the Horde’s right hand. She couldn’t be happier.



Unknown to Sharya, Thrall had hired goblin intelligence to find out the identity of the Paladdin who attacked Sharya. He had also watched her with a close eye during their patrols and hunting expeditions. After nearly losing her, he realized what he felt for her was something he shouldn’t fight. His feelings for her made him alive and free. His heart felt raw and tremendously tender every time she smiled or laughed up at him. He swore to himself that he would protect Sharya with his life from now on.



Unfortunately for him, the identity of the Paladdin remained anonymous as the goblins still looked for him in vain. But Thrall’s spirits have not been dampened. Sooner or later they will locate him and when they do…well Thrall will make him beg for death. Thrall was on this train of thoughts when Sharya came running to him.



“Thrall! Thrall!” Sharya’s face was alarmed as she screamed his name.

Puzzled at her distress, he turned towards her and waited for her to explain herself.



“Thrall, it’s…it’s the chieftain,” Sharya stuttered, “we heard his horn, his in danger. We need to aid him now!”



“The chieftain?! Let’s go then!” he stood up from the rock that he was sitting on and grabbed his hammer. Cold hands where running up and down his spine as he ran. He convinced himself that his father was a great warrior capable of defending himself but he couldn’t suppress the dread that gripped his heart.



His body seems to fly as he ran towards the stables. The alarm horns where blown. Its deep rumble shaking the earth slightly. Warriors ran towards their beasts, agile spearmen and archers rallied to their commanders, and witch doctors were running to ride up the Komodo beasts. The great doors of their city was thrown open as roaring orcs ran to save their Chieftain. Thrall led them with his trusted Demon wolf Kruger. Their feet thundered against the earth as they cried in one voice.



The enraged orcs spared no humans as they literally stepped over them in their great momentum. Crimson rain sprayed all over the place as the metallic scent of blood perfumed the air. Like frightened pigs, the humans dropped their weapons and ran away. They did not get far as the archers and spear throwers did their job. One by one the humans fell dead.



Thrall was clutching his chest as he held his hammer high. He chanted another incantation. Immediately, a bolt of lightning hit the battle ground, killing or disabling humans. He groaned as he felt a vein erupt from the arm holding the hammer. His mental stamina was depleted a long time ago but he had to fight…for his father. He caught sight of his father fighting with three humans. Thrall spurred Kruger to the direction of the fight.

Time seemed to stop as he saw an arrow sink into his father’s back. As the blade of a knight slide into his stomach. Thrall looked on in slow motion as another knight beheaded his already kneeling father. Everything went red.



Sharya was one of the witch doctors throwing healing wards on the ground. She was behind the Brutes and archers, who shielded the witch doctors from harm. She turned her head to look for Thrall but found their chieftain instead. She gasped as she saw the beheading but couldn’t do anything as she was too far away. Anger swelled up inside her. She raised her weapon and called down lightning, disabling most of the humans in the area.



Finally, the last human skull was crushed. She quietly approached Thrall, who was kneeling beside his father’s corpse. It broke her heart to see Thrall trying to be strong for his people.



“Thrall,” Sharya said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.



“I’ll slaughter them.” He growled in a voice she couldn’t recognize. Hate and anger was thick in his voice.



Sharya looked at her friend. “Don’t Thrall, you cannot let your anger take reign of your soul…it will only consume you.”



“they will pay for this…all of them…I’ll butcher every last bit of them..” he continued to growl in that alien voice, totally ignoring her.



Worried, Sharya knelt beside him and took his arm. It was cold, like his eyes. She stared with growing alarm as she viewed Thrall’s angry almost brutally contorted face. His eyes were wild and cold like a winter blizzard. They had no resemblance to the warm, kind ones Sharya was used to. It was as if this orc was not Thrall. She tugged at his arm.



“Thrall, snap out of it,” she whispered pleadingly.



He remained unmoved. He kept growling how he would massacre all of the humans. Fully alarmed now, she tugged harder at his arm.



“Thrall! Come back to me,” she ordered.



He looked at her as if he didn’t know her. The hatred and emptiness of his eyes frightened her. She slapped him hard on the cheeks. He shook his head and blinked a couple of times. He looked at Sharya again.



“Sharya…” he whispered, obviously out of his trance. He noticed the tears on her cheeks and the look of concern on her face.



“I’m sorry I slapped you Thrall. It’s just...you were…your eyes,” she hesitated.



“I’m sorry I frightened you,” he apologized. He gently picked up his father’s head.



“you know the cleansing spell, I trust?” he asked her as he mounted his beast.

She nodded and understood. It has fallen to her to burn the chieftain’s remains and release his soul from its bondage. The ritual was important and vital if the spirit of a hero was to be recaptured and resurrected.



“I’ll see you by the stream after I give this to Gretthal and perform a sacrifice.” He said before speeding off towards the city.



She nodded and turned around, sprinkling powder over the corpse while muttering words. A bright blue flame engulfed the body and quickly consumed it. A filmy white cloud was hovering where the body had lain. Sharya quickly showered the cloud with orange liquid and it dissolved. She sealed the pact with a few more incantations and an offering of her blood to the earth. Her heart was heavy like the rest of the warriors. Even though they slaughtered the humans, they had failed to protect their chieftain and that made them feel that they had lost the battle. With heavy hearts, they trudged back towards their citadel.



There was no feast in the Great hall that night. No lively chatter or singing could be heard as the orc ate their supper. Every last one of the stony faces was solemn and grim. Even the fire burned low and dim. They had suffered a vast loss and no one felt like singing.



Thrall sat near the stream looking up at the clear night sky. He couldn’t believe his father was one of those stars now. His father had been a powerful chieftain, firm and just. The horde flourished under his reign. Orcs were generally, not emotional people. But Thrall had always been different. He knew his father died a good death but he couldn’t stop feeling his loss. The humans were cowards no doubt about that. They liked to ambush from behind and catch real warriors off guard like when they are sleeping. The death of his father only added to his dislike towards humans and their cowardly ways. His father has died…this makes him the new chieftain. He couldn’t believe he was the chieftain now. He was responsible for so many lives. How was he-



“Thrall?” a voice called. Sharya emerged from the shadows and smiled at her friend.



“Sharya,” Thrall sat up straighter. He offered her a reassuring smile.



“How have you been?” Sharya asked him. She went near the stream and washed her face and hands.



“I am doing better,” he replied, looking up at the sky again, “just needed time to calm down and think.”



“good to hear,” she smiled again as she finished wiping her face.



“I’m sorry I frightening you earlier,” he said, looking at her sitting form.

“mind it naught,” Sharya replied, “I knew you did not mean to scare me.”



Under the moon’s light she looked more beautiful than ever. There was something in her soft features and size that made her look so fragile yet her spirit was as strong as an orcish Brute. He found himself staring at her again. Silently cursing, he averted his view.



A splash made him look at the stream again. He was surprised that she had vanished. She didn’t…another splash and her head bobbed out from the stream. He stood up as he looked at his friend with disbelief. She was bathing on a stream on a cold night like this?!



Thrall strode towards the edge of the stream, “Sharya! What in hells wor-”. A slender hand caught his ankle and yanked, toppling him over. He was sent crashing into the large stream in an ungraceful splash. Finding the bedrock, he stood up and broke the surface of the water. A laughing Sharya was happily bobbing beside him. He glared at her but soon the silliness of their situation made him laugh.



“you wretch! Why did you jump? Let alone pulled me in?” he asked as he slashed some water to her earning a yelp.



“Because I could,” came the cheeky answer, “plus you smell of blood.”



“next time just tell me to bath myself so I wont ruin my armor and wet my clothes woman,” he scolded but his tone was playful.



He hauled himself out of the water and removed his metal armor and outer garments, hanging them on a tree branch. He left on the cloth that covered his groin for decency purposes. He walked back at the stream and jumped in. oblivious of the pair of admiring eyes that were watching him. Sharya had to admit, he had a very nice physique. Muscled and tall. Seeing the inconvenience of bathing in one’s armor, she also stepped out of the water to remove her garments.



“Don’t forget to brush behind your ears,” she joked as she shed her leather armor, outer garments and head bandana. She unbraided her long hair and started back towards the stream.



Thrall was rubbing a smooth stone against his neck when he looked up and died. There in all of her splendor was Sharya walking casually towards him. She was only wearing a white cloth wrapped around her hips and nothing more. Her skin glowed with the moon’s light; her body was lean, curvy and perfect. Her breasts were faultlessly round and proud. Her legs seemed to go on forever. But it was her hair that captivated him the most. It was the first time he had seen her without her bandana and he liked what he saw. Her hair was brilliant red, long and lustrous. It matched her perfectly.



She gracefully slipped in the water and began washing her hair. He gulped hard and continued to clean himself. Was the water getting hot? Or was it the air?



“most of the women in the barracks had their hair on dreadlocks,” she said, continuing in lathering the potion into her hair, “but I don’t ever want to dreadlock my hair. I prefer to keep my hair clean. I might try binding though…”



Thrall smiled. He also preferred Sharya’s hair as it was. There was something in naturally loose hair that turned him on. She held out a bottle towards him.



“it’s a potion for the hair,” she explained, “try it.”



Thrall looked at the bottle skeptically and shook his head. She frowned and continued to hold the bottle to him. He looked at her and again shook his head.



“I don’t know Sharya,” he began.



“oh! stop being a baby! Here, turn around,” she ordered while pouring some potion on her palm.



“uhh..Shar-” he began.



“Turn. Now,” she glared up at him. Like an obedient puppy, he turned around and bent his knees so she could reach his head. She started lathering the potion over his dreadlocks, kneading gently. He found himself sighing in content as she massaged his head and temples along with his hair.



“See?” she smiled, “told you to try it. It is very soothing.”



“my mistake,” he closed his eyes. By thunder, she had magic hands. He was a puddle of putty when she stopped and pushed him down under the water. As he came up again, the potion was all rinsed out.



“Thank you,” Thrall said as he gazed down at her.

She gazed up at him in return. Her golden eyes sparkling with moonlight. Thrall once again found himself staring into them. He unconsciously bent his head and touched their foreheads. Her breathing hitched as she felt herself blush.



“Thank you for everything,” he whispered. He lifted his head a little to look into her eyes.



Both of them sought something in each others eyes and found it. A confirmation. As her hand found its way to his cheeks, both knew that something had changed. They were not the same anymore. They could not look at each other and tell that they were just friends… they were something more. And as Thrall gathered Sharya into his arms, they both knew they had been something more for sometime now. Yes, in their minds they had become lovers. And if Sharya purred deliciously because Thrall nipped her ear and neck, who was there to care?



“Thrall…” she breathed, her hands clutching at his powerful shoulders for support. A wonderful knot was forming in the pit of her stomach.



“Sharya...by thunder…you’re so soft,” Thrall moaned as he nuzzled, nipped and tasted the skin on her neck and shoulders. His hands where roaming around her body languidly, setting fire on her skin. Even the coldness of the water couldn’t keep her from burning under his touch.



Thrall hooked his arms behind her knees and on her back. Lifting her up from the water effortlessly, he carried her out of the water and laid her on the soft carpet of grass and moss.



Sharya rubbed her nose on Thrall’s wide chest and inhaled the scent of him. He didn’t have to rub her skin to smell her scent. The air was intoxicated with her heady scent. A scent of a female orc in heat was the best and strongest aphrodisiac for any orcish man. Sharya’s scent turned Thrall on even more. He tackled her and growlingly nipped at her jaw line near her ear. She nipped him in return on his shoulder. They rolled together gently on the grass, nipping, tasting and stroking one another.



“I want you Sharya…” Thrall whispered with a growl on her ear.



“and I you Thrall…please..,” Sharya breathed on his neck.



A growl. He sat up and straddled her to him; he wrapped her legs around his waist. His already crying cock was dripping of precum.



“This will hurt Sharya,” he said, “scratch my back if the pain is too much but I ask you not to scream.”



Sharya nodded and licked Thrall’s nose. He smiled at the gesture of trust and returned it. He placed a hand on either side of her small waist to guide her. As he began to guide Sharya down his big, hard cock, he stroked her hair and muttered reassurance and words of love to her. She groaned as the feeling of pressure increased into an uncomfortable burn. Without warning, she sat on him, tearing her virginity asunder and embedding him all the way inside of her.



Incredibly, she didn’t scream. She just bit down on her lips and dug her nails on Thrall’s back. Her eyes where closed tight as she threw her head back. Thrall however, tried to suppress a curse and a moan at the same time. She was so tight, hot and wet and oh so wonderful! Yet he dare not move her for she must be in great pain right now. He didn’t mind the sting her nails brought to his back. It was nothing compared to the pain he brought her.



“by Hells wrath, Sharya are you alright?” he whispered as he cupped her sweat soaked face. “why did you do that?”



“I-I’m alright Thrall…the pain…is passing…but my joy of our union is infinite,” she open her eyes to gaze up at him, a lone tear escaped her eyes.



Thrall licked the tear away and said, “as am I sweet Sharya. I love you.”

He placed his hands on her waist again and slowly brought her up then released her. Both of them groaned at the delicious friction it brought. Slowly, Thrall set the pace of their love-making. Soon, she forgot about the pain and felt pleasure overwhelm her. Their sweat-soaked bodies grinded with one another, both driven by a now frenzied pace. He groaned as he watched Sharya’s breasts bounce with each thrust. He loved how they were so sweat-sleeked and erect. A particularly hard thrust made him moan out her name.



Sharya was driven…driven to pleasure Thrall and hear her name come out from his lips. She panted as she grinded her hips with his. The knot in her belly was reaching an intense level of tightness. She was unconsciously scratching Thrall’s back but he didn’t mind, even when she drew blood. It only turned him on more.



Thrall looked at Sharya’s half-lidded, lust-drugged eyes and flipped her over on all fours.



“w-what?-” she blinked up questioningly at him. He only nipped her back in assurance and rammed into her from behind. Pleasure, hot and white invaded her senses and it took all of her willpower not to scream out loud.



“oh by thunder that feels exquisite Thrall,” she hissed as she met his thrusts with her own. “h-harder…”



Thrall growled in response and bit down at her shoulder. He tasted blood as he licked the love wound.



Sharya only made a sound deep in her throat that expressed that she liked what he did. Her love sounds were already getting into him.



“you feel wonderful, Sharya…” he continued to lick her wound.

She only moaned in response. He could tell that she was close but he still had a few tricks up his sleeves.



“Cum for me Sharya,” he breathed on her ear. He reached around her and in between her legs. He found the spot and rubbed.



The pleasure was too great. It spilled over the edge, bringing her with it. She remembered moaning Thrall’s named in a strangled voice. As the waves of pleasure washed through her and all over him, he was still moving in and out of her and rubbing her, not letting her pleasure fade. With this much of attention, her still tightly clenched muscles contracted again, sending her to a second climax. She panted his name again and again in a chant as she felt her elbows give way. Still, Thrall kept on doing his ministrations.



“come Sharya, come with me to the heavens. Cum for me one last time,” he groaned as he thrusts into her a few more times.



Sharya obliged and went into multi-orgasm, coating Thrall’s groin and thighs with her cum. Thrall threw his head back and growled deep in his chest as he came hard in Sharya. The flames that were burning them from the inside suddenly burst out and set them ablaze. The lovers fell from a free-fall together and found peace and love in each other’s arms.



After the last wave of pleasure subsided, Thrall hesitantly withdrew from Sharya and carefully collected her in his arms. The heat he radiated would be enough for both of them to keep warm all throughout the night. He sat under a tree and leaned against the trunk, still holding Sharya in his hands. She nuzzled his neck, purring all the while.



“I’m here to watch over you, sleep now, sweet wife,” Thrall murmured in her hair.

The words cut through her drowsy brain. Her heart ached in a painful way when the word sank in…wife…she was his wife…



According to orcish tradition, when two orcs willingly perform the act of sexual intercourse they will become husband and wife by the law of nature and of the wild, and also by the monogamist nature of the Orcs.



“Hmm…good night dear husband,” she cuddled up closer to him and fell asleep with a smile on her face.



All night long Thrall held his new bride lovingly in his arms with only the moon and the trees as witness to their love. (TBC)







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A/N: I apologize for the Thrall/Jaena supporters. I didn’t mean too break that tandem but I merely wanted to introduce something new hehehe pls be gentle am not your enemy...no flames pls thanks a bunch. ;D i'm kinnda 50/50 in continuing this fic. pls tell me if you want a continuation to this fanfic thank you ^_^