For the Horde!

“Pride! Courage! And above all, Loyalty to the Horde!”

Grak'mok could remember the day he signed up. The recruitment poster which bore those very words in a bold red ink that made his blood boil with a lust to prove himself. He came from a small family of simple pig farmers that lived in a tiny hovel in the south of Durotar. He could remember playing soldier as a child, his little wooden axe cleaving through imaginary foes as Thrall himself bestowed upon him the title Champion of the Horde! It was no surprise to his father that he would enroll in the military the moment he was eligible. And though his mother would pray for his safety with tears in her eyes, she was proud of her boy.

Months of grueling training saw many an orc fail, but Grak'mok persevered, nay, thrived! His superiors took notice of his natural talent for combat. Grak'mok was as green as his skin, but what promise the lad held! It wasn’t long before he was presented with his first assignment. He was to report to a small outpost in the Barrens known as the Crossroads. It wasn’t much of a base, but its location was important, serving as a midpoint between Orgrimmar and the Tauren city of Thunderbluff.

However, reality would soon sink in to the poor orc with delusions of grandeur. Instead of finding himself at the front of some epic battle with the alliance or some foul demonic threat, he found himself killing lowly plainstriders in the hot sun of the savannah. This was not the life of a proud soldier! This was an insult, and Grak'mok felt his anger rage more and more with each passing day.

It was early morning when he would get the “respect” he felt he deserved. He’d been dispatched to the west to reinforce a bunker that had seen much battle from the marauding centaur. The commander of said bunker had given him a simple command, “Kill anything with more than two fucking legs! I want you to bring me a bracer from every one of those smelly, no good, hairy beasts. I’ll pay you top coin for every one you bring me! Pile them high in front of me!”

This was more like it! Grak'mok slung his axe over his back and ran off towards the nearby oasis, a lust for blood overcoming his senses. He was ready! The Kolkar would feel his wrath!

Two days of hunting had found little more than some blisters on his feet. Grak'mok bent over to drink some cool water from the lake, a myriad of angry thoughts and daydreams made him oblivious to the quickly darkening clouds overhead. It wasn’t until the rumble of thunder made him look up, only to fall unconscious as a bolt of lightning struck him smack on the head.

A splash of ice cold water woke him from his blissful sleep. His head ached, he wished to rub it, but his stomach sank as he found he was tied up. His arms were tied together behind him, the post between his arms keeping him standing. Across the tent he could see his axe and armor lying in a pile. The back end of a horse could only belong to what he knew to be a centaur rummaging through his knapsack.

“Get out of my stuff!” he barked. The centaur jumped a bit from the sudden outburst. Spinning around it stared at the bound orc in shock. What Grak'mok saw cooled his anger a bit. From the waist down, the centaur appeared to be a horse, black fur, hooves, and a tail, but from the waist up, it appeared to be a humanoid female. Her face was hidden behind a veil, and her blond hair spilled out from her makeshift headdress. Grak'mok was drawn to her eyes, deep azure pools buried in a dark, mysterious face. She was quite fetching, at least from what he saw. He couldn’t help but wonder what her face looked like under that veil. Slowly his gaze moved down to fixate on her ample chest. The breasts were bound by a simple halter top, more to keep them from moving while she ran than any fashion statement. Her belly was taut and flat, tribal tattoos circled her navel, which was itself adorned with a small orange jewel which twinkled like a lit match.

“Such a loud voice! And such an ego to be barking commands whilst tied up! And what will you do if I don’t stop going through your stuff Mr. Orc? Pout? Cry? Or call me dirty names?”

“Don’t mock me! I’ll crush your bones the second I’m free!”

She let out what sounded like a cross between a whinny and a giggle. “Such a cruel way to repay my generosity don’t you think?”

“GENEROSITY?!” he almost spat out in disbelief.

“Aye! Fool! You could be dead in the savannah with any number of creatures eating the flesh from your lifeless bones! Instead I merely knocked you out and tied you up!”

She had a point; he was alive, maybe not in the best of positions, but still breathing.

“Why keep me alive? Why not kill me?”

“Because I’m curious. I’ve never seen an orc before, I wanted to study you. I’m so terribly inquisitive, it’s my nature! I have to observe, poke, prod, find out why things work the way they do.” Her personality was so bubbly and happy, Grak’mok had to fight a smile as she spoke, hands clasped together in front of her, her horse half pranced side to side as she spoke, almost dancing.

“So you intend to experiment upon me? Dissect me?”

“Dissect you?! Goodness no! Contrary to popular belief, not all centaurs are mindless violent, bloodthirsty beasts. I can’t even stand the sight of blood!”

“But you attacked me, knocked me out!”

“Well, what would you think have happened had I asked an axe wielding orc in full armor to come to my place so I could get to know him? I’m willing to bet I’d be dead and my bracers added to that pile in your knapsack. Am I right?”

Grak’mok could only nod in agreement. She was right. Gingerly she sauntered up to him, peering down at him as she stood about a head’s length above him.

“My name is Shareena, what do they call you?”

“Grak’mok…”

She ran a finger down the side of his face; he turned away from her a bit. She cocked her head at that, an inquisitive look on her face.

“You’re pretty cute Grak, you know that?”

He could feel his face burn as he blushed.

“Such a nice, thick body too! Look at all these muscles! The ladies must fawn all over you.”

“Not necessarily…” He stammered.

“No?”

“No…”

“I’m no orcess, but I’d be attracted to you! I think what you lack my little friend is confidence! Have you ever bedded a female before?”

“no…” he whispered, embarrassed and a little ashamed.

“Awww…” she cooed. “Don’t be ashamed! It’s nothing to be ashamed of!” Her hand trailed down his chest, rubbing his abdomen, tracing the nuances of his defined midsection. At last her hand found the waistband of his undergarments, pulling it open, she peeked in, eyes growing wide. “Especially with THAT in your pants!” she giggled. “How do you pack it in there?!” Grak’mok’s face almost changed colors from the fierce blushing. “Forgive me my little green friend, but my curiosity overrides my sense of dignity at the moment.” She winked at him, and then with a quick tug, tore his briefs off his body, his flaccid member exposed before her completely. Taking it in her hand, she slowly stroked him, coaxing him to an erection. Her breath came in pants as she stared at the veiny green monster in her hand. It could easily fill both of her hands and still have another two or three finger widths of length. The girth was also quite impressive, her thumb and forefinger barely touching as she encircled his shaft. Her eyes locked with his as her forelegs dropped to their knees. Staring at each other, he watched as his shaft disappeared under her veil, suddenly enwrapped in a most delicious warmth. His breath caught in his throat as she swallowed him the best she could, her tongue swirling most pleasantly on the underside of his penis. With one hand steadying his shaft as she suckled, the other reached down and unsnapped her bra, freeing her breasts for her to pinch and squeeze her nipples. She whined around his shaft, making him gasp in pleasure as she tugged and twisted her sensitive buds. For what seemed like hours she nursed on his member noisily, her slurping and sucking filling the air with lewd sounds. He could feel a strange pressure building deep inside him, he didn’t know what it was, but he knew it would build to a head soon. Shareena felt it too, knowing what was about to happen, she withdrew from his member, allowing it to fall from her mouth, his saliva coated member bobbed in the cool air. Grak’mok could only whine in frustration, having been denied that most wonderful pleasure.

“Not yet my little friend, I can’t have you cumming before I’ve had my fun!”

“Cumming?”

“Orgasming? Ejaculating? Jizzing? Juicing? Spurting?” Grak’mok could only shake his head in confusion, none of the words making any sense. “Oh my… haven’t you ever touched yourself before? Pleasured yourself?” Again he shook his head no. “What do they teach you orcs?!” She giggled. “Regardless, it’s my turn! I pleasured you, so now you pleasure me!” She turned around, pointing her back end at him, and raising her tail. Grak’mok was presented with the sight of her genitals. Immediately under her tail was the button of her anus, the pucker was raised a bit from the cleft of her buttocks, below that was the tear drop shaped vagina. It had a bit of a rubbery appearance, a hint of moisture was visible in the slit that ran down it, with a trickle of fluid coming out of the pout at the bottom. She rolled her hips back and thrust her backside within a breath of his face. Grak’mok stood dumbfounded at the backside before him, not sure where to begin, or how to begin for that matter.

“Just lick it sweetie.”

“Where?!”

“Anywhere around that slit feels nice to begin with.”

Grak’mok took a long swipe of his tongue along the side of her slit, sampling her. Her skin had a salty flavor, more than likely from being out in the heat all day, after several more laps he decided to stick his tongue into the groove of her sex, earning a coo from her. With a grin he began swirling his tongue around, stirring her honey pot, watching as her excitement drooled forth from the opening he was voraciously attacking. She was grunting rhythmically as her back end shuffled from side to side, trying to stuff his tongue deeper inside. Suddenly her cleft spasmed open, insides pushing out a bit, exposing her clit to him, before snapping closed, Grak’mok stopped mid lick, eyes wide open in shock over what he just saw. Again her sex convulsed and “winked” at him, much like a mare would to a stallion, signifying her excitement.

“Why did you stop?!” She whined.

“Did I hurt you?!” he asked in panic.

“NO! Just the opposite! That means I’m ready to go! Get back to licking NOW!” she commanded.”

Grak’mok was happy to oblige, his pride swelling a bit as he knew he was doing well with this female. He resumed his assault on her pussy with vigor! His tongue growing sore as he lashed, lapped, and swiped at her sex. Timing his ministrations he waited for her vagina to wink again and lapped at her thumb sized clit as it was revealed to him.

“UGH!” she grunted, her rump pushing back onto his face in excitement. Grak’mok caught the nub of her clit in his mouth and began suckling on it. Shareena was almost crying as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. Her front legs went weak and her knees buckled, her arms bracing her, supporting her front as she rode the wave of ecstasy coming from her back end. With a final convulsion she let out a yell mixed with a whinny and her tunnel clamped down on his tongue, a stream of fluid splashing out to cover his chest.

“Huh…huh….huh…” she panted. “Goodness… never…cum…so….hard!” She uprighted herself on wobbly knees, stumbling about a bit as the lights were still popping in her head. Grak’mok was beaming with pride, his shiny chest puffed out proudly. Turning around, Shareena chuckled as she saw Grak’mok covered in her juices, his face and chest all shiny and sticky, a sly grin covering his mug.

“Good boy! I bet you’re feeling really good about yourself right now, aren’t you?” He nodded. “Well, let’s get you untied and see if you can do the IMPORTANT part right!” she added, poking him in the chest for emphasis. She circled around behind him, swatting him on the rump before untying his binds. Grak’mok massaged his now freed wrists, then flexed at her, earning a giggle. Cupping his face in her hands she looked into his eyes, “Are you ready?” He nodded. Again she turned to present her backside to him, Grak’mok stroked his penis in anticipation, keeping it hard. A problem arose however as he was about a foot’s length too short to penetrate her. Surveying her tent he spotted a trunk, sliding it behind her, he stood on it, proving to be the perfect height as his rampant cock poked at her vulva. Sliding his cock up and down her slit for lubrication, he pressed into her. Easily he penetrated to the very base of his member, she was almost loose on him. He frowned a bit, wondering how he would please her, when suddenly her tunnel clamped down on him, tight as a fist.

“Ohhh” Grak’mok moaned in pleasure. Slowly sliding his cock in and out of her, reveling in the delicious feel of her steamy, almost molten insides as they fluttered around his cock, milking him of his seed.

“Mmmmm” she moaned. “You like? We centaur know how to please a man! No woman ever feels the same after you bed a centaur, we kind of spoil a man for other females!” she bragged, squeezing down hard, almost painfully on his penis for emphasis, making it difficult for him to withdraw. She let up and Grak’mok firmly gripped her haunches, and began humping her. Shareena’s sex began to wink again as he pleasured her, a fresh surge of juices pouring out with every inward thrust, splashing over his groin, dampening his pendulous balls as they swayed in time with his thrusts. The sounds of their lovemaking becoming noisier and more lewd with each and every push. Shareena was grunting and growling, her voice sounding so deep and feral, Grak’mok’s lust was piqued as he mated with this exotic creature. She was an enemy to his people, she wasn’t of his kind, she had taken him hostage, but by the gods she felt so good!

“Aaaaaaah!” Shareena moaned, her sex clamping down like a vice on his penis. On and off it squeezed him as she orgasmed, her body tense, muscles taut, her back arched. “Ooof! Oof! Oof!” she panted as the last of her wave crashed down.

“Something’s happening!” Grak’mok declared, he wasn’t sure what it was, nor if it was good or bad, but he definitely knew something was going on inside him that was going to be big.

“Excellent!” Shareena declared. “My first taste of orc cum!” she spun around, dislodging his cock from her moist confines. Gripping it firmly, she began pumping it as she greedily stuffed it back into her mouth. Her tongue swirled under the bloated head of his member as she churned his testes in one hand, the other pistoning up and down his slick cock. Something in Grak’mok burst and he found himself unable to move. His penis throbbed and he felt something coming out of him as it spasmed, instinctively he knew it wasn’t urine, as the pleasure he was feeling was far beyond any paltry relief he felt while “watering the bushes”. Shareena noisily nursed on him as the spasms lessened. Grak’mok felt his body grow weak and he slumped forward a bit, his hands bracing on Shareena’s shoulders. Slowly she took him as deep as she could in her mouth, and with one last long drown out suck, let him fall from her mouth.

“Delicious!” she declared as his flaccid member slapped against his thigh.

“Wow!” was all Grak’mok could say, stumbling back a bit, he fell to his rump. Shareena began laughing in her odd way.

”Not bad for a first time, eh?” she asked. He nodded at her, a smile on his face. “Yeah, you weren’t half bad.” She mocked as she helped him to his feet, a look of defeat coming on his face, as if she pricked the balloon of his ego with a pin. Again she laughed, punching him softly in the arm. “I’m kidding! You did great you gullible lunk you!” he blushed a bit.

After a drink or two, Grak’mok began putting his clothes and armor back on. After securing the last of his gear in his pack, he approached Shareena.

“Will I ever see you again?” he asked.

“Who knows?” she shrugged. “Don’t go getting all mushy on me! It was just a bit of fun! After all, there’s plenty of women out there for you, I just hope I’ve helped give you a little more confidence around them.”

He nodded at her, a little saddened that it was just a one time fling, but understanding of why. She walked up to him, and hugging him in her arms, placed a kiss on his cheek before whispering in his ear, “Now go out there and leave your mark on this world!” Grak’mok lifted the flap to the tent, the light of day pouring in, making him shield his eyes until they adjusted.

“Grak!”

“Yeah?” he asked.

“For the horde!”