A Most Dangerous Game

“I can't believe I allowed you to talk me into this.”



Vol'jin grinned but held back a cackle, not wanting to make his war chief any more unsettled. It was funny though, all the things he had seen Thrall do, and yet marriage made him more nervous than the troll had ever seen him. He remembered his wedding day, to his mate Feruka, who lived in Sen'jin village, but was here with him now. That had been a party everyone remembered, or didn't if they had a really good time. He enjoyed the domestic life, whether it was with his wife, or his beloved concubine Idari, and couldn't imagine being single again.



Thrall, on the other hand, had always been single. He had had lovers certainly, but those were just women passing the night, nothing ever solid or lasting. Vol'jin was confident that the Warchief would learn to enjoy it as much as he had, and if nothing else he had to stop pining for the human woman, Proudmore. If she had been inaccessible before, she was now impossible, now that she was married to the Stormwind King.



The girl Idari had found was, of course, perfect. The niece of Hellscream was sharp, healthy and young enough to produce many children, but not so young that she was a scared child. When Idari had first brought her to the city, and presented her to Thrall, she stood proudly and looked him straight in the eyes. No sense of fear or doubt crossed her face. She answered questions quickly, thoroughly and clearly. Vol'jin could not have hoped for better.



Thrall agreed to take her as his mate, much to the great joy of many of the people of the court. Except maybe Garrosh. Vol'jin had been careful to watch his reaction to everything, from Shyim's first appearance, to the wedding announcement. Although it seemed the youth had finally learned when to keep his mouth shut, his face had betrayed deep anger. Of course he could say nothing, what possible protest could he have to his young cousin becoming the mate of the War Chief? The Maghar who had accompanied her had urged him to agree to the marriage too and since he was their leader, he had to agree.



So the date was set, and for the next couple of weeks the preparations were made until finally they had arrived on the day. Gifts came in from all the Horde cities and settlements, mostly tokens of health and happiness. From Undercity, Sylvanus had sent a box that no one had had the nerve to open yet, though a few seers assured everyone that it was fertility potions and perfumes. The Banshee Queen had declined to come in person, citing a strong need to be in her city at this time. It was for the best, Sylvanus had a way of bringing down funerals, let along weddings. Lor'themar Theron had arrived the day before along with Lady Liadrin, and had presented a magical music box, said to induce a state of bliss and relaxation. It was very pretty, they had supposed, and Thrall thanked them heartily for it.



The city had been in a state of celebration for the entire week building up to the event, rivaling any of the yearly parties. Of course, Vol'jin thought, his people didn't need much excuse to party. He, however, had plenty of reason to celebrate, things were moving in the right direction, and his plan could soon be put into action.



“You'll be thankin me in da morning, I tink,” he said with a chuckle, “ya need a good woman between tha sheets, keeps ya sane.”



Feruka coughed noticeably, and Vol'jin saw that she was raising her eyebrows at him. She was an imposing woman, with sharp eyes and a shock of bright green hair which she always kept long and up, like a lion's mane. Behind her, Idari was stifling a giggle.



He laughed and added, “Of course, de right woman will be ya best friend and advisor, but ah,” he lowered his voice in a mock whisper that was loud enough for them to hear, “don't go wit more den one, I have no end of trouble tryin to keep two women happy.”



Feruka rolled her eyes but was smiling in good fun, and he felt Idari squeeze his hand from behind. He gave his wife an affectionate squeeze and kissed Idari, letting them know without words that he was indeed just having fun with them. The Blood Elf ambassador had been staring at them, he noticed, and he gave her a lavicious wink, to which she quickly turned her head.



The doors to the great hall opened and they all looked up to see Shyim enter, followed by her father and her cousin. Her dress was simple, soft brown leather, with a low cut neck which exposed her neck and upper chest. Her blood red hair was done up in simple braids and she had only a few pieces of jewelry. One, which Thrall's eyes instantly went to, was a pendant on her neck which he immediately realized had belonged to his grandmother. It was a simple stone so he wasn't able to say how he knew, only that he was certain of it.



Vol'jin noticed his friend stiffen as his bride came into the room and he patted him on the back, giving a smile of reassurance before stepping aside.







Later that evening, Shyim was sitting up in her new bed, awaiting the arrival of her husband. She had been taken here by several women, most of whom she didn't really know. They were the wives and mistresses of various important people in Oggrimar. There were a couple of women she knew, among them was Idari, the troll who had brought her here in the first place. They didn't talk much, and only really helped to loose her hair, before they each gave her their blessing and left.

Idari however, had lingered, and watched as Shyim climbed naked into the massive bed.



“Are ya nervous?” she had asked quietly.



Shyim was a bit nervous, but she wasn't about to let it show, and so she raised her chin and said with as much confidence as she could muster, “No, of course not.”



She could tell that the troll didn't believe her, but Idari had said nothing. Instead she had kissed Shyim on the head with a comforting hug. The orcess found herself clutching the older woman's arms for a brief moment before she regained her composure. Idari had then smiled at her and left, leaving her to wait.



The Warchief did not keep her waiting long. In only a few minutes he came through the doors to the bedchamber, which he closed with a commanding thud behind him, silencing the party goers outside. He had on a robe of simple linen which he removed in one easy motion. For several long moments they stood in silence, staring at each other.



Shyim took the opportunity to size him up. He had a good broad chest, well muscled arms, and walked without too much a hunch. As for his size, she realized she had no experience with which to compare him too, but figured that it looked proportional to the rest of him. She would show no fear and sat up straight, sticking her chest out a bit.



“Is this your first time?” he asked, almost casually, as he came over to the bed and took her hand.



She almost said no, but then realized that her dalliances with Asenth would not count, at least not for what he was talking about. She said, “yes,” since technically it was her first time...with a man at least, which meant she was still technically a virgin.



“There may be some pain,” he said matter of factly as he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on his arms and knees above her, his face mere inches from hers.



“I am not afraid of pain,” she said with confidence, and then she took his face in her hands and pulled him to her, kissing him fiercely. For a second he seemed surprised, but then was pressing her down on to the furs with his body with a ferocity that equaled hers. Her inner instinct was taking hold and she opened up her legs, delighting in the feel of his hardening cock against her thigh. When she rubbed her leg against it, he groaned into her mouth and then went for her neck, sucking and licking at her skin roughly.



She spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist, pushing her hips up to meet his cock. Feeling it slide against her already wet lips made her growl with pleasure, so she did it again. He bit into her shoulder, just hard enough to leave a mark and she gasped with the sudden pain that in her heightened state was actually quite pleasurable. She thrust her hips up again, this time trying to catch him so he would enter her, but he pulled back with a deep rumbling laugh.



Shyim looked up at him with some confusion and just a touch of annoyance. He was ready, as far as she could tell, but he seemed hesitant to take her. After a few moments though, it seemed to pass and he pushed her knees up to her chest. She began to pant as he positioned his cock at her entrance and slowly pushed it in past her lips. Abruptly, he pushed the rest of the way into her, breaking through her virginity was a burst of delicious pain. The sensation unleashed a frenzy in her, doubled by the sudden scent of blood in the air. It seemed to affect Thrall too as he began to furiously pump in and out of her with mindless abandon.



A red haze took her, and she became unaware of her surroundings, and yet acutely aware of her body and what was happening to it. She could smell blood in the air, mingling with sweat and sex, she could feel pain and pleasure coursing through her, she was faintly aware of scratching and biting. All of it made her delirium more and more intense until all of her feelings and sensations blurred into one great fire within her. In its great light and fury, she momentarily lost herself as she melted into world, becoming nothing, everything, all at once.



Then, it was over. She slowly regained awareness. Somehow, he had been turned onto her stomach and Thrall was on top of her, pressing her into the furs below. She was vaguely aware that there were scratches and bites on her skin, and blood under her claws and on her teeth. There was a grunt above her and Thrall slowly, as if in pain, rolled himself off of her. For several moments they both lay there, catching their breaths.



Shyim was rather shaken. She had had a pretty good idea of what to expect but had not been prepared for what had happened. It had been pleasurable yes, but now that she was in herself again, she was rather terrified too. She didn't like that she had completely lost her sense of self, of identity, that she had possibly tapped into something far deeper, far more powerful than she imagined existed.



“You haven't been trained as a Shaman,” rumbled a deep voice next to her.



She realized she had forgotten he was there, and for a moment couldn't answer. He looked at her patiently. The statement hadn't been a challenge or a judgment on her, but rather a statement of fact. For the first time she felt rather silly for not going for her training. The reasons she had given herself and her father sounded lame, and she was embarrassed.



“No,” she said quickly, “I wanted to hunt instead.”



He nodded, as if he understood her reasons, even if right now she didn't.



“I felt the power within you, I couldn't help but reach for it. I am sorry if I overwhelmed you, I didn't realize you had had no training.”



Again, there was nothing accusatory in this statement, merely an explanation. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, nuzzling the top of her head with his chin. In a few moments she heard his breath slow to a deep and steady beat. Shyim craned her neck and saw that he had indeed fallen asleep and she saw for the first time all the worry and care that had left him for the moment. There was a lot of weight on his shoulders she realized, and he carried it without complaint or reluctance.



Shyim didn't know if she loved him, but at that moment she knew she could at least respect him.







Elsewhere in the city, Vol'jin lay between his wife and his concubine who had both fallen asleep an eternity ago. The Darkspear Chief was wakeful though, which was unlike him, but there was a lot to think about. His plan was now fully in motion, and even though he had made considerations for every eventuality, he still had a sense of foreboding about the future.





Late into the night, Thrall was woken from his sleep by something he couldn't understand. It was a feeling, vague but nagging on the edge of his consciousness. Carefully, he got himself out of the bed without waking Shyim, who had been curled up in his arms. She huffed in her sleep and rolled over, and then settled back into restful silence.



Out the window, the dawn's first light was breaking over the horizon in the east. From the Eastern Kingdoms, from Stormwind. Where Jaina was. Suddenly he understood what had woken him, it was a vision, a premonition, that Jaina was in pain.