The World as it Should Be

Stranglethorn Vale was everything she had hoped it would be and more. After doing a few more odd jobs for the goblins at Ratchet, she finally felt ready to brave the jungle. It was hot, sticky and incredible. The animals were more dangerous and difficult to hunt than anything she had encountered in the Night Elf lands. They were tricky bastards, more intelligent and fiercer than what she was used to. She had learned a number of tricks since she had come here, mostly from other hunters who saw her struggling. With the money she made, she had been able to buy better armor and a nicer bow.



Booty Bay was more what she had had in mind. It was an amazing city, built over the water full of goblins, pirates and even more people than she had ever seen in Ratchet. People weren't just passing through here, they were living here. There were shops set up, a large inn and bar, even auctions and bankers.



The goblins here had more jobs for her, mostly in dealing with the pirates who had camped on the shore on the other side of the rocky ridge, or the various trolls tribes that had not settled down to make an alliance with the Horde, or the Naga to the north, or the ogres who controlled a mine up the road, or even the Venture Company which was making a nuisance of itself. There was always something that needed to be done, and never a day went by when she was bored or ready to move on.



Now she was heading up the road, because the hunters down in Booty Bay told her that a dwarf, Hemet Nessingwary, had his camp along the river and was looking for hunters to join his expedition. They said that he was a good friend to hunters and often had great rewards for those that proved their worth.



The day was hot, the air so thick that she could see the water hanging in the air all around her. She given up trying to cover herself constantly and now wore a leather vest that clung tightly to her and no sleeves. She had found that wearing the bare minimum was the way to go in this climate and had even found a new appreciation for a daily bath, even if it was just a quick dip in the warm clear waters surrounding the vale.



For most of the day they had walked, taking frequent breaks to stop and rest, something she was told was important when it was like this. She made sure Ripper was hydrated and cool, which she found was easier the longer they were here. The cat had shed a lot of the thick fur he had had before and seemed to be able to cope better with the heat.



They had stopped at a river where ripper was soaking himself in the water to cool off a bit more when she heard the sounds of fighting nearby. Picking up her bow, she stood up and looked around to see if it was nearby. There was movement far off to her right, near some old ruins. Trolls she thought. The wild ones who attack anyone who nears.



She began to make her way over there, Ripper following closely behind. Indeed, a bunch of trolls were running towards one of the ruins, where the sounds of battle were becoming louder and more distinctive. She quietly made her way to one of the far walls to get a better vantage point and maybe be able to take some shots. What she saw made her gape.



It was him. The elf. And the orc. She couldn't believe it. It had been months since that day on the beach in the Barrens, and now here they were, fighting a bunch of trolls near where she just happened to be passing. They were doing well, but she could tell that it wasn't going to last. The orc was beginning to slow down, and Deydis seemed to be operating more at normal speed, rather than the lightening quickness she had seen him fight with before.



She could just walk away she thought. They were after all, with the Horde, and although they had fought together against the pirates, she owed them nothing. She knew several alliance adventurers who would be perfectly happy to do so, and certainly the regular armies were more than happy to do so.



But it didn't seem right. They had done nothing to her, and the trolls were a common threat. Without another thought, she fired her arrow into the fray.





The sun was setting in the west by the time they had reached the shelter of a cave just a bit off the road, but well hidden. The trolls had stopped chasing them soon after they made a break for it, but if they regrouped could very well come back looking for revenge. After Treris had joined the fight, the tide had turned into a standstill. When the trolls took a moment to regroup, they had run for it, occasionally having to stop and fight fresh skirmishes with their pursuers.



She had never felt so exhausted. She had fought in short spurts before, but never a prolonged fight like that. She had discovered energy reserves she didn't even know she had had, and a viciousness she never dreamed existing. When they were being chased, it had become a close quarters fight, forcing her to use the sword she had bought a month ago and had barely used. The smell of blood and sweat were making her sick to her stomach and several times she thought she would keel over and throw up, but somehow she had kept her ground and continued to fight, hacking away at trolls without the elegance she had gained with the bow and arrow.



As soon as she could, she collapsed onto her hands and knees and breathed hard and long, feeling pain in every joint and muscle on her body. Ripper lay down next to her, a slight whine in his breathing. He had been hurt, not bad, but all the same she needed to tend to the wound on his shoulder, where one of the trolls had scraped him with its axe. She got out bandages and soothed the cat while she wrapped him up,



Deydis was leaning against one of the walls with his eyes shut. His chest was rising and falling quickly as he tried to get his breath back and recuperate. His face looked oddly pale, despite his skin being tanned, against the fresh scratches on his face. She realized it was the shock of being alive after such a fierce battle. She was feeling it too. She hadn't expected to survive in one piece. In fact they were in better shape than she had originally thought. She had a few cuts and bruises, Ripper had a shoulder wound, but nothing serious, Deydis didn't seem the worse for wear and the orc...



She was still standing, taking off her armor and flexing her muscles, checking for injuries. Treris had noticed her slow down considerably before, but when she joined the fight, the orc seemed to tap an inner reserve. Now she didn't even seem tired. She looked like she could jump into another fight.



She was now standing there in a simple sleeveless shirt and short leggings, both dark red which had a lovely contrast against her green skin. In fact, Treris realized, she was actually quite attractive. Instead of a man's body, like she had expected, she saw that the orc was, while well muscled, also soft and curvy. When she stretched her back, Treris could see the taut muscles of her abdomen, but also the underside of a pair of very full breasts.



She averted her eyes, she did not want to be caught staring at an orc warrior like that, even one she had just helped. She looked over to Deydis who had stripped off his leather, and was now squatting down wearing nothing but a pair of black leggings that ended at his knees. They were tight and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He was busy checking himself for wounds, but aside from a few bruises seemed ok. He then stood up and stretched, showing off a tight network of muscles that covered his slender body, all the way down to...



She stopped and looked down. Its not like she hadn't had sex recently, remembering the Dranai from the other night, who had surprised her with his large cock and had driven it into her with reckless abandon. It wasn't even like she was particularly shy about propositioning others. But this was...awkward. She had slept with other alliance races, but to be leering at members of the Horde? Ever since she had arrived in Booty Bay she saw that the Horde and Alliance didn't really mingle unless they had to, and she had adopted this attitude. The bruisers made sure violence didn't erupt between rivals, but they didn't really talk each other.



A growl nearby returned her attention to them and she saw that Deydis was doing a quick check of the Orc's back to confirm that she wasn't wounded. The Orc had been the one to growl, and she realized that the elf was running his fingers up and down her spine. There was something amazingly erotic about it, as it seemed to be a familiar touch to which the Orc was responding to.



“You're fine,” he said suddenly and slapped her ass. Treris half expected her to turn around and kill him, but all that happened was a half aroused snarl. They then looked at her where she was sitting next to her cat.



“Are you hurt?” he asked, walking over to her, while the Orc went to her pack.



“I don't..think so,” she didn't remember being hurt, but then again with all the adrenalin she could have easily missed it. She realized that that was why they were making such a careful check. A wound could go unnoticed and fester. She awkwardly began to fumble at her armor and slowly removed it, wincing at every movement's new pain.



The Orc meanwhile came over with a bag from which she pulled some dried meat. She held it front of Ripper, who sniffed it and then ate it greatfully. She then lay down a dish and filled it with water. She stood straight and tall in front of Treris, regarding her with respect.



“Thank you elf, you are a credit to your race.”



She blinkned but quickly recovered herself.



“Thank you,” she said bowing her head, “and your welcome.”



“I am Jenarra, I did not get a chance to introduce myself last time we ran into each other. This,” she said looking to the blood elf, “is Deydis. He is showing his respect by not tearing your clothes off.”



Deydis scoffed, “Oh like you never met a cunt you wouldn't fuck?”



Jenarra smiled wickedly and gave him a piece of fruit from her bag.



Treris was smiling, she couldn't help it, that was damned funny.



“I am Treris,” she said, feeling a little more relaxed.



“Not many Alliance would have stopped to help,” Jenarra said, and added with a shrug, “then again not a lot of Horde would stop and help an Alliance in trouble.”



“That doesn't seem right,” Treris said, shaking her head, “those trolls are a problem for all of us.”



She looked down and added, “Although, I will admit I hesitated.”



Jenarra shrugged, “Its hard not to, its a complicated world we live in.”



“I wouldn't have hesitated,” Dedis perked up.



“Only if its a woman and you think you can get some,” Jenarra snorted.



“Absolutely,” he said, “the other night there was this Dranai-”



“I heard,” she cut him off, “I sometimes wonder why I keep a sex fiend like you around.”



“Because,” he said saucily and wrapping his arms around her waist, “you know when you can't get some juicy cunt there's a hard cock waiting for you.”



Treris had by now stripped down to her undershirt and leggings and saw no injury on herself. She watched this, bemused by the back and forth and before she could stop herself, her sharp tongue lashed out.



“But why does she keep you around?”



The both looked at her, and there was a moment of silence when Treris was worried she may have overstepped her bounds. Jenarra threw back her head and laughed loudly, while Deydis let her go and stood there staring at Treris like he had been challenged.



“I'll have you know,” he said stepping behind her, she supposed with the excuse of checking for injuries she couldn't see,”I have yet to leave a woman unsatisfied.”



“Except that troll,” Jenarra said.



“That didn't count,” he said sharply, “I was young and inexperienced then.”



His fingers were moving up and down her back, sending tiny thrills through her. She shouldn't be in this position, she thought. Yeah she helped them, but that was professional courtesy. Where was this going? She couldn't help but feel excited at the idea of it going...there...but also a little concerned. Would the other Alliance look down on her? Some of them agreed with the idea of helping when facing a common foe, but that was the limit.



“Does this hurt?” Deydis asked before pressing his fingers into her back. There was a sharp bit of a pain which caused her to hiss.



“Yeah, a bit.”



“Its just a bruise,” he said after a few moments of further examination, “looks like we came out pretty good.”



Jenarra had sat down on some furs she got from her pack and was pulling out some fruit and meat for them to eat. Treris sat down next to her and accepted the plate the orc gave her. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until she bit into the dried, salty meat. The fruit tasted exquisitely sweet and she felt energy coming back into her. Deydis sat across from them, stretching his legs out and eating mostly the fruit.



They talked, mostly about small stuff, and she found out more about the lives of the Horde. More than she had in the months she had been on the road. When she was still in the sheltered lands of the Night Elves, they had been the Other, a bunch of untrustworthy savages that were not to be trusted. But talking to them now, she found there was no real great difference between the day to day of their lives. Especially on the road.



After the meal, Deydis reached behind him and pulled a bottle out of his bag. He handed it first to Jenarra who passed it over to Treris, citing that she was a guest at their usual gathering. Treris was amazed at the strong smell of it, and hesitated for a second before taking a swig. It felt like fire was racing down her throat and she initially gagged and spluttered.



Jenarra laughed and took the bottle from her, throwing her head back and guzzling the bottle. Treris watched with amazement as she didn't flinch at all. Some of the liquid drizzled past her mouth and down her cheek and neck. Treris wanted to lean over and lick it off, but stopped herself and looked away.



Deydis reached forward and took the bottle from Jenarra so he could get some before she drank it all. He took a few careful sips, and then a longer swig, though not nearly as impressive as the orc. He then passed it back to Treris.



“Don't try to compete with her, I swear she runs on alcohol.”



“Well its the only thing I can do to get something hot and strong down my throat,” Jenarra shot back. She stretched out on the furs and rubbed her belly absently. Treris tried not to stare at her, or at Deydis who was sitting cross legged and staring at both of them with ill concealed lust. His hand was lightly touching his abdomen as he stared right into her eyes. She remembered in absolute clarity when he kissed her on the beach. She felt hot suddenly and excited, but at the same time, she was afraid of what her fellow Alliance would think of her, or do to her if she did what her body suddenly wanted.



Assuming they ever knew.



If she could keep it a secret, it would be if anything, even more exciting.



She took a more careful swig of the burning liquid before crawling up to him. She was on her knees before him with the bottle in her hand, which she held out in offering. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he reached forward and grabbed her wrist and yanked her onto him. They met in a kiss, if anything more deep and passionate than the quick one he had given her on the beach. She sat on his lap and pressed her body to him. His hands ran up her back and to her hair, still tied in its usual tail. Soon it was loosened by his quick fingers and it fell about her shoulders. He reached through it and grabbed a handful while pulling her as close as possible.



Small moans erupted from her throat as he kissed her neck and ears. He licked the sweat off of her skin, then sucked on it lightly, followed a quick nip before moving on. She closed her eyes, totally lost in lust and the sensations he was creating. Her hands wandered about his skin, which felt soft and smooth, with an underlying tightness of his muscles.



His hands found their way under her shirt and began rubbing her breasts, pinching and twisting the nipples gently. She leaned back and quickly took her shirt off, so he do more things to them, which he quickly obliged to do. His mouth felt hot and wet on her nipple as he sucked it in, rolling it against his tongue. She moaned and leaned back, finding another pair of arms wrapping around her from behind.



Jenarra growled as she ran her tongue up her neck and to her ears. Treris turned her head and they kissed. It was different from Deydis' kisses. Janarra held her head back by the hair and invaded her mouth with her tongue, thrusting it in and out with a rough rhythm. Her sharp teeth pinched her mouth, drawing a little blood, and she was surprised how arousing she found it.



Her hips ground against his when he switched breasts. She could feel his arousal pressing against her own and she became even hotter. He laid her back against the furs and removed her leggings before standing up to take off his own. From this new perspective she could see that Janarra had already stripped and found herself reaching out to cup the Orc's breasts in her hands. They were as soft and supple as any Elf's and she needed to have one in her mouth.



She could taste the sweat on Janarra's skin as she took the nipple into her mouth and sucked on it. The Orc growled and grabbed her hair roughly, holding her head firmly over the breast. She had no choice to stay there and suck on it, teasing it with her tongue and lips and occasionally giving it little bites. After a few minutes her head was forced to the other breast, and she gave that one the same treatment. She had to shift her body for this, so she was on her knees, while her hands gripped the Orc's side.



Thin, agile fingers tickled her pussy, teasing the edges, while she felt a hand rest of her back. She groaned against the breast she was suckling as the fingers began stroking her clit in quick little flicks. The hand from her back was at her entrance now and he inserted a finger into her, probing her insides, experimentally it seemed. She writhed under the touch, sucking harder on the orc's breast as her own arousal grew. Elune she must be dripping wet!



Janarra pulled her head back and then repositioned herself so she was on her back, her legs open under Treris' face. Her pussy was green like the rest of her skin, and covered in bushy dark hair. It was also very wet, as the hair was clumping together and glistening. Treris didn't have time to think about it when Janarra pushed her head right into her. At that moment she also felt Deydis' cock invaded her from behind and she tried to cry out, but her mouth was full of pussy.



She quickly took the clit into her mouth and hungrily sucked at it, tasting orc for the first time. It wasn't sweet like elf, but rather a little sour. She felt like she was trying exotic cuisine and lapped it up as fast as possible, finding more and more that she loved the flavor. From behind Deydis was thrusting into her fast and hard, hitting her in the right spot again and again. Janarra was writihng below her, her hands gripping her head firmly. Loud growls erupted from her and she encouraged Treris on in her own savage tongue.



She couldn't remember ever being this excited during sex. Then again she had never been with more than one partner, but she wondered if she could ever go back. It was incredible, being fucked from behind while sucking on the hot pussy in her mouth, the sounds of all three of them moaning and grunting, the sensation of flesh against flesh, how could anything ever compare?



Janarra was close, judging by the sudden convulsions of her hips and the way her breath quickened. Treris was too, her whole body was tightening, ready to snap at any moment. She couldn't tell about Deydis but the way he was grunting he sounded close to. She attacked Janarra's clit with renewed vigor, wanting them to come together. She found the center of nerves and sucked on them hard, while licking them firmly with her tongue. At the same time she tightened herself around Deydis' cock, pushing back against him.



The Orc came first, amid loud grunting and cries. Her nails dug into Treris' scalp, drawing blood and her pussy juices flowed freely into her mouth. Treris came hard as soon as she tasted them, moaning loudly as she sucked on Janarra's orgasm trying to keep it going for as long as possible. Her pussy walls tightened and milked Deydis' cock. He gave a final ecstatic grunt and came hard, filling her pussy with his jizz. He kept thrusting to keep their combined orgasm up and Treris found herself entering new heights of ecstasy.



They all collapsed into one heap, breathing hard. Sweat and blood combined with both male and female come, creating an intoxicating eroma. Treris had collapsed still near Janarra's pussy, and she lazily lapped up some of the juices still there. She then rolled over and saw Deydis was on his back, stroking his cock. She could see the combination of their juices on it and she crawled over to it to lick it clean. He groaned in appreciation and ground his hips to her.



It was already coming back to life she noticed, and she could feel her own arousal coming back.



She looked up at them, lying side be side and staring down at her. Janarra was already stroking her clit in anticipation and she grinned laviciously at the Night Elf. The night as still young she thought with a grin.



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This sex scene is not over, just in intermission....:D