A Most Dangerous Game

A herd of Talbuks were grazing in the afternoon sun in Nagrand, lazily munching on the grass and occasionally looking around for predators. As one lifted his head, he bleated out a warning cry that sprang the herd into action and they began to ran arrows fell upon them. The wind however pushed them aside and the shooter was too far, her arrows falling short and wide of the herd, which ran off.



Syim sighed, and came out of what she had thought was a good hiding spot. The wind blew past her, letting her know that she had not anticipated it would change direction, alerting the Talbuck to her scent. She walked rather defeated out into the field, collecting her spent arrows, feeling hopeless.

Her hair was long and a dark red which was just a shade or two darker than her skin. She had it in a loose braid, and it was already coming out, flying free in the breeze. Sitting down under a lone tree, she pulled out a piece of dry meat and munched on it dejectedly, tearing it apart easily with her sharp teeth.



The meat was suddenly snatched from her hand, causing her to jump in a panic, until she saw who it belonged to. A green skinned orc, from Azeroth, her black hair short and spikey, grinned at her while she tore at the bit of meat.



“Asenth,” Syim breathed with relief, “you startled me.”



“I wasn't trying to sneak,” the other said teasingly, “you just weren't paying attention. What would your father say?”



“That I should accept my calling as a Shaman,” Syim answered dryly.



Asenth laughed heartily and finished off the meat. She rested against the tree with her hand on her stomach, a contented smile on her face.



“Nothing wrong with being a Shaman,” she said after a moment, “The Warchief is one afterall.”



“Well excellent for him,” Shyim answered dismissively and folded her arms in irritation. She didn't think she should have to bow to her father's wishes for her future. She wanted to be something different, something of her own making, she wanted to be extraordinary. Her cousin, Hellscream, had gone on to do great things, or so she was told, in the service of Thrall and the Horde of Azeroth. He had always looked down on her, told her to mind herself and be good. She would show him, her father and all her people that she could be great too.



One of Asenth's arms drapped lazily across her shoulders, and the other orcess rested her head on Shyim's shoulder. She had a contrite pout on her face that was far too over the top to be sincere, but it made Shyim laugh anyhow. Asenth broke out into a broad smile and then turned to settle herself on Shyim's lap, weaving her fingers into her hair and undoing the long braid quickly. They kissed, their tongues entwining in Asenth's mouth with practiced familiarity.



“Mmmm,” Asenth said as they parted, “I know what will make you feel better.”



She stood up and quickly undid her leather jerkin while she kicked off her boots. Shyim was doing the same with her own clothes, her breath quickening as she watched her friend undress in front of her. Asenth had been with the Mag'Har awhile, arriving soon after the dark portal had reopened. Shyim had barely been with breasts when they met, and soon after she fully blossomed, the rogue had shown her such amazing pleasures as she had never dared to dream of before.



Shyim lay back in the grass, opening her legs and rubbing her breasts in anticipation. Asenth crawled onto her, settling her own pelvis between Shyim's legs and ground herself down into her. Shyim sighed as her lover planted kisses on her face, neck and breasts, sucking her skin between her lips and nipping it just enough to be a bit painful. Her back under Shyim's hands was scarred and rough, contrasting with Shyim's own smooth supple skin. She thrust her hips up to meet Asenth's, their cunts meeting and grinding together, mingling their wetness and sweat. Shyim groaned and did it again, delighting in Asenth's panting response.



Asenth's large breasts were pressed against her stomach as the rogue slid down her body to suck on Shyim's own. Her breasts were smaller, but nicely round and full, with nipples that pointed up, as opposed to Asenth's which were pulled down by their sheer weight. She gasped and sighed happily as they were licked and sucked by her lover, who snaked a hand down to her apex to start teasing the wet folds of flesh there.



“Asenth,” she said heavily, “I want you to come with me this time.”



The rogue grinned and hoisted herself off Shyim so she could reposition herself over the younger orc's face. Shyim's tongue slid out of her mouth, waiting for her sweet pussy to be near enough to lick. It was slick and warm, a feast for Shyim and she closed her eyes and moaned as she tasted it. Asenth leaned forward and began to roughly lick Shyim's wet lips. She liked things fast and hard, and would work Shyim up quickly, which meant Shyim also had to work quickly to bring her along too.



Grabbing her ass, Shyim dove her face fully into the delicacy above her, licking and sucking on the wet folds of skin, The clitoris, engorged and sensitive, was begging to be sucked on, and she obliged, as she thrust two fingers into Asenth's pussy, thrusting in and out quickly. Shock waves pulsed through her as she felt the rogue do the same to her and she already felt herself getting close. She remembered the first time she had tasted Asenth, as an untested young woman, making a complete mess of herself, licking all over into the older orc had taken her head and positioned her in the correct place. After years of practice, Asenth was still better, but Shyim had learned how to pleasure her quickly.



She felt Asenth's breath as it came fast and hard through her nose and she knew her lover was getting close. She wasn't far either, grinding her hips up desperately, looking for release. It happened by breaks, the first one causing her to cry out as she tried to keep sucking harder, her tongue roughly stimulating the sensitive bundle of nerves. The second one, the true orgasm, came a second later as she felt Asenth convulse above her. She dropped her head and cried out, her fingers thrusting erratically as Asenth did the same.



Shyim lay there as the pleasurable shocks washed over her and her pussy pulsed in the aftermath. Asenth turned so she was lying across her and they kissed, tasting their juices in each other's mouths.





A couple of hours later, the sun was setting over the horizon as they returned to Garodar, laughing and talking. As soon as they were within the walls, the rogue waved good bye and headed up the hill to the inn where she stayed. Shyim walked back to her home on the other side of town, smiling and in her own world. She didn't notice that people were abuzz with conversation and news and were looking at her with anticipation.



As she approached her house, Ghache, her father, came out and hugged her. She smiled and returned his hug happily. Despite their disagreements over her future, she loved her father very much, and he had shown her nothing but affection and patience. Today though, he seemed excited too and she finally noticed the reason why.



Their guest was a troll, tall and straight, with a thick head of long braids cascading down her blue back. She wore what appeared to be a simple red dress, but as Shyim came closer, she saw it was made of the finest mageweave and covered with intricate patterns and small jewels. Her jewelry was similar, seeming to be simple bone, but well carved and shined. This was an important person Shyim realized and she bowed to her respectfully as her father introduced them.



“Idari,” he said proudly, “this is my daughter Shyim. Shyim, this is Idari, concubine to Vol'Jin at the right hand of The Warchief.”



Shyim wasn't sure what that meant specifically, but she smiled and showed proper deference anyways. Idari nodded to her with respect and then began to walk around her, looking her up and down, her arms folded across her chest and one finger tapping. Shyim wasn't sure what the troll was doing, but a quick look to her father gave her reassurance and she stood still. The troll made the occasional “mmhmm” sounds and also “very nice”, before returning to her front.



“How old are you being dear?”



“Almost nine-teen ma'am,” she answered immediately. She had been considered a woman for three years now.



“You be right,” Idari said to Ghache, “she's a very pretty one.”



Ghache beamed with pride and smiled at his daughter, who was flattered, but still had no idea what was going on.



“Very strong by de look of it too, good hips,” she said nodding. She reached forward and began groping Shyim's arms, feeling the muscle there, then her stomach and then, to Shyim's utter embarrassment, her breasts. She shot a nervous look at her father who also looked somewhat embarrassed by this, but he managed to nod at her. Idari wasn't fondling them exactly, she was testing their weight and roundness and nodding with approval.



“She be betrothed to anyone?” she asked as she stepped back to Shyim's relief.



“No,” Ghache said, “her cousin Garrosh, our leader was going to see to that, but as you know, he's been with the Warchief and has yet to assign anyone to make such arrangements. “



She nodded, “First cousins?” she asked.



“Yes,” Ghache said proudly, “my sister was Hellscream's mate.”



Idari smiled looking pleased, “Well Ghache, I tink she be perfect, I take her wit me.”



Shyim didn't think she could take anymore of this and asked, “Excuse me ma'am, but take me where?”



Idari looked her straight in the eye and Shyim felt the urge to look away, but resisted, feeling that the troll was testing her.



“I be taking you to Oggrimar with me, to present to the Warchief. If all goes well, you will be his wife and mate.”