A Most Dangerous Game

Three months later....





Vol'Jin was walking through the streets of Oggrimar, the sun beating on his slouched shoulders, on his way up to the Valley of Wisdom. Around him trailed various advisors and friends, all discussing what lay ahead for the day. There were new policies to discuss, treaties, money issues, land disputes, generally the work of a politician. Since the defeat of Arthas up north, he and the other leaders of the Horde had been concentrating more on the mundane aspects of running a government, and he found he was enjoying it.



As he walked up the slopes leading to the hold, he was in a good mood. Things were going extremely well for the Horde. They had their new assets in Northrend, thanks to the Tauren and their cousin the Taunka, they had had good harvests throughout Kalimdor, and although there was the occasional skirmish with various Alliance forces, there was no war being fought. He had even started the day having sex, which was his favorite way to wake up.



Nothing could shake him out of his good mood today. Except maybe one thing, and to his great disappointment, he heard it booming from the great hall, before he even ascended the steps. He stopped and stiffled a groan like a good politician, and then raised an eyebrow at one of his assistants, a fellow troll, who was smirking playfully at him.



“Oh yes, Hellscream came back last night,” she said with a smirk.



So much for a good day, he thought, and closed his eyes to count to ten before entering the hall.



He didn't like Hellscream. He doubted even Thrall did these days. He was arrogant, selfish, short sighted, short tempered, angry and in Vol'jin's opinions, just plain stupid. He had no ability to understand the subtleties of running state and thought everything could be solved with an axe to the head. He had physically assaulted the King of Stormwind, the leader of the Alliance, right in front of the Archmage of the Kirin Tor. He was an embarrassment, and worse, one they were pretty much stuck with. Vol'Jin didn't blame Thrall for trying to take the boy under his wing. After all Hellscream's father had been Thrall's friend and hero, so it seemed natural for him to assume that role with Garrosh. It wasn't the Warchief's fault that the boy had absolutely no sense of respect or patience.



To make matters worse, he was popular amongst the general rank and file, and also a symbolic alliance with the Mag'har orcs of Outland. So they couldn't just send him packing back to Nagrand or even punish him properly. Thrall had given him the important assignment of staying up in Northrend to clear out the rest of the Scourge and to help organize the Taunka. It had been a temporary solution, but it had worked well. Hellscream got to feel like he was in a position of power, and they had actually had a few peaceful months of getting stuff done.



That was the problem with temporary solutions, he mused, eventually they stop working after a taste of when they did.



He sighed, rolled his shoulders and went into the fortress.



“I see you've all gone soft since I've been gone,” Hellscream was saying, loudly of course, “For months you've had the perfect opportunity to clear out the human infestation in Dustwallow once and for all, and yet you sit there and make treaties with them!”



Vol'jin cast a look to Thrall, who sat on his throne looking as passive as possible, but the troll new his warchief better than that. Dustwallow, Theramore and by extension the Lady Proudmore were a tender spot for the great orc. Most people knew that Thrall and Jaina had worked very hard to maintain a tenuous peace there, and that they were friends, which was why it was possible at all. Vol'jin knew that it ran much deeper and that since Proudmore had left her port to be the wife of Varian Wrynn, Thrall hadn't been quite the same. Hellscream knew at least that they had been friends, so Vol'jin suspected that he was trying to wind Thrall up on purpose.



Idiot.



“We've had a very profitable arrangement wit da regent down there,” he said as he took his seat in the hall, drawing everyone's attention to him, “and nuthin pays like being in da good graces of the Queen of Stormwind.”



Garrosh snorted dismissively at him, “Who cares about Stormwind? They're across the sea!”



“We care,” Vol'jin said, sitting down and accepting a drink from one of his assistants, “because dey have allies to our north, and our allies in da east wouldn't appreciate it either.”



“Orcs don't need allies,” Hellscream sneered, “let those pathetic elves and undead fend for themselves then.”



There was a murmur from the group of Blood Knights that were stationed in the hall. They cast angry glances at Hellscream and then at their representative, Ambassador Dawnsinger. She was bristling, causing Vol'jin to smile. He loved it when she was angry, she became to very hot then.



“Perhaps the great Hellscream is right,” she said, her voice drippy with venom, “the Horde doesn't need representation in the Eastern Kingdoms, the lands there, or within the Kirin Tor in Dalaran. I'm sure the orcs can get on fine in their desert kingdom, without our aid.”



Hellscream scowled at her, trying to intimidate her, but it was a wasted effort. Vol'jin found himself a little turned on by this battle of wills as the small elf not only stood her ground but returned his scowl.



“Be assured Dawnstrider,” Thrall said, his voice low but full of power, as he looked straight at Hellscream, “I have no intention of abandoning or compromising my friends and allies in any way.” He stood up and looked down on the younger orc, who tried to return his penetrating gaze, but couldn't. “Nor do I have any interest in breaking the treaty which was made with Lady Proudmore, or starting a needlessly destructive war with the Alliance.”



Hellscream stared up at Thrall, trying to be defiant, but after only a few moments, he took his seat in the hall. Thrall stood up for a few moments later, making it clear without words that the discussion was over, before sitting down and moving on to the next order of business. Vol'jin however, watched the young Hellscream, and he knew it wasn't over. The gears in his head started turning as he thought about a more permanent solution to the whole problem.







Later that evening, he made his way back to his house in the city, up near the Valley of Honor. He liked it up here, away from the busy part of the city, and he felt more like he could relax and pretend he was in his house in Sen'jin Village, or even back on the Echo Islands. It was an enclosed house, in the orc style, but he had many plants inside and around the outside, making it look like a giant, unkempt tree.



As he entered, he was immediately in the care of his servants, three women who had come with him from Sen'jin village. One of them helped him remove his armor and weapons, another helped him out of his boots, while the third watched on. Her name was Idari, she stood tall and straight, her dark red hair in elaborate braids around her head and she was his favorite. As soon as he was out of his clothes, he grabbed her and kissed her, pressing his body to hers. She laughed against his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck.



He broke the kiss and quickly swung her over his shoulder, making straight for the bed. The other two servants laughed good naturedly and followed, awaiting instructions.



“Don't ya want ya dinnah first?” Idari laughed as he dumped her onto the bed, she sat up and looked up at him with pouty lips, “we spent all dat time on it after all.”



“I'll take it in bed,” he said, pulling his leggings off and kneeling on the bed before her. Idari looked around him and nodded to one of the women in the doorway, who returned the nod and left for the kitchen. Vol'jin undid the bindings that kept his loin cloth on, releasing his stiffening cock. Idari smirked and shrugged away the simple linen robe she had been wearing. She got up on her knees in front of him and kissed him, pressing her whole body against his.



He ground his hips against her, gripping her ass and lifting her up slightly before lowering her down, his cock rubbing against her belly, her hips and her pussy. She opened up her legs slightly and let her wetness rub off on him too. He groaned when his cock met her heat again and with a growl he began to push her gently down. Understanding his need, she slid back till she was on her stomach in front of him, her face night next to his engorged member. Idari slowly took the head into her mouth and caressed it lovingly with her tongue while her hands began to gently pump his shaft. Vol'jin sighed happily and gripped her by her braids, his head falling back and his eyes closed in contentment. With expert precision, she sucked in her cheeks and slid her mouth down the rest of his cock. He groaned as she took him in, sucking and teasing all the way and he began to thrust his hips slightly.



After a few minutes he felt his cock twitch and decided it was time to move on. He gently pulled her back up and kissed her again. His hands once again came under her ass and he lifted her up as he leaned back onto the bed. She placed her hands on his chest and slowly lowered herself onto him, taking him in completely. He thrust his hips up to her as she did, and was rewarded with a pleasured hum. She raised herself again, and then began bouncing up and down in earnest, riding him fast and hard.



He thrust up to meet her each time, in perfect rhythm. He absolutely loved what she did to him, each and every time they fucked. He would take other lovers, have outlandish fantasies fulfilled, but he always came back to this. His beautiful Idari, her strong thighs wrapped around him, the muscles of her firm stomach tensing and releasing as she moved with him, her wonderfully full breasts bouncing with her, and most of all, her broad smile as she moaned and screamed above him. It wasn't just her sex either, she was intelligent, shrewd and had a wicked sense of humor. He loved her, as simple as that.



She began to ride him faster as her head lolled back, and her glorious singing filled his ears. He felt her muscles contract around him and he thrust faster up into her, losing all control. With a great roar he grabbed her hips and thrust as hard as he could, coming in a blinding explosion of pleasure. He fell back, his muscles and bones turning to soft jelly, thrusting his hips up weakly to her. She rolled off of him and stretched, humming pleasurably.



Vol'jin opened his eyes and saw that the food had arrived. Roasted boar with fruit glazed over it. His mouth watered and his stomach growled as he got up and pulled off a piece of meat with his thick finger and stuffed it into his mouth. He then grunted approvingly to his servants and licked his fingers, before taking another piece and holding it up to one of them. She smiled and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out to catch it with.



“I need ya to do me another fava,” he said as she licked the juices from his fingers, “go to da drag and find me Ashsama. Bring her back here.”



The woman nodded and bowed, before leaving. The other set about the business of carving up the boar. He turned back to the bed, and smiled to see Idari laying on it, her legs spread out invitingly, and her mouth in a faux pout.



“Ya need Ashsama? Ain't I enough for ya?”



“Woman,” he laughed as he climbed on top of her, “ya be more den enough for any man.”



He kissed her, pressing his body against her and feeling another erection beginning.



“Don't tell me ya getting all jealous now,” he whispered into her ear.



“I wouldn't be a good kept woman if I did.” she said, grinning evily.

“No man could evah keep ya,” he said softly, before rolling off her and beckoning for the other servant to bring the a plate of food.



“I have a job for her,” he said, sucking another piece of meat into his mouth, “and I got one for you too.”



She raised her eyebrows, but made no other reaction.



“I need ya to go to Outland for me.”