Thrall's conquest

Thrall smiled at the young Troll kneeling before him. She had made quite a name for herself before she ever arrived in Ogrimmar. She was well known for healing, and resurrecting any Hord members she found. For going out of her way to help those in need, even if it put her in harms way. He’d heard about her capture by the Alliance, and her subsequent rescue. Now here she was before him, pledging her allegiance to him and the Hord. He wanted to know more. His curiosity was peaked. Without a word he led her off to his private chambers.
“Speak, young Shaman.” He said with authority, motioning for her to take a seat on his bed, which she did. He remained standing. “Tell me your name and how you came to the Hord?”
She looked up at him, almost timidly, but with great respect. ”Great T’rall, me name be Marri.”
He laughed at her mispronunciation of his name. Most of the Trolls that came to him had already been trained in the proper way to say his name. It was refreshing to come across someone who hadn’t had her accent forced out of her.
She looked confused at his amusement, worried she’d done something inappropriate.
He chuckled softly. “My apologies. Please continue.” He said.
She nodded and continued. “I come from de Shatterspear village. Your people know it as de “Dancin’ Troll Village”, ‘cause we be dancin’ all de day.”
She looked out the small window in the chambers with a longing look. “Far nort’, in de filt’y elven land dey call Darkshore, be a small beautiful valley where me people ‘ave lived since de defeat of Hakkar de Soulflayer.” She said. Her eyes looked distant. Thrall was intrigued. “We live in peace. Rarely do people come to our valley. Dose dat do, often fall to deir deaths on de shear cliffs. Dat be de way we like it.
“You are from the lost tribe?” Thrall asked.
“Yes.” She said and continued her tale. “Since I be very small, I ‘ear de call of de spirits. But I not want to leave me ‘ome. I ‘ad a good life. I was engaged to a young troll. ‘e be de love of me life. But one day, a elf made it to de village. I ‘ad never seen a elf before. Ugly t’ings, dey are. But many of de men found her pleasin’ to de eye.” Marri scrunched her nose in displeasure.
Thrall smirked slightly. “Of course.” He said.
“When she come ta da village, we let ‘er be. We wanted no battle in our peaceful village, even wit a filt’y elf.” She said. “Den she attack. It was unprovoked. She killed many of me people. Me love be among dem.”
“I see. An elf killed your people and your beloved.” Thrall said. “Truly tragic.”
Marri looked down and nodded. “After much mournin’ and contemplation, I made up me mind. I could no longer ignore de call of de spirits.” She said lifting her head. “I said goodbye to me family and friends and scaled de high cliffs. I learned dat I not like hights. Nearly killed meself on de cliffs.” She chuckled softly. “But gettin' out of de valley be de easy part. De ‘ard part be avoidin’ de filt’y elves.”
Thrall nodded. “You didn’t have the benefit of being in friendly lands.” He said.
“No, I didn’t.” She said. “Me village be peaceful, so I not be trained to fight. Dere be no need. So when I come upon a elf, I not know what to do. Barely did I escape with me life.” She shook her head.
“I see.” He said.
“Long I wandered, followin’ de call of de spirits. I ‘ad never seen a Orc, Tauren, or undead before, so I avoid de cities. I mean no offence, but I ‘ad been dreadfully afraid of da Orcs particularly.”
Thrall couldn’t help but laugh. Trolls and Orcs were the closest of the Hord races when it came to appearance, yet Orcs were the ones she feared.
“I take no offence, Marri. Forgive me. Continue.” He said.
“I wandered and wandered until de spirits lead me to de valley of trials.” She said. “I came across a young Orc. He was injured by a Felstalker dere. In all my years hearin’ de spirits I learned a tiny bit of healin’. Enough dat de Orc boy lived. I ‘elped him to de Den, where more powerful healers dan me took over. His fat’er Zlagk, de butcher, was grateful and took me to Shikrik, de Shaman. Because I helped de boy, she welcomed me to de Den and started to teach me.”
“I hope that helped you get over your fear of Orcs.” He said.
She chuckled. “Yes, great T’rall. Orcs seemed much less scary ta me den.”
“I’m very glad to hear that.” Thrall said, finally taking a seat beside her.
“Me cousins, de Darkspears, dey take me in wit open arms. Dey be very kind to me. Dey accepted me as one of deir own. I be workin’ hard to be sure dey never regret it.” She said.
“I see.” He said with a nod. “I must admit, I’ve head of you. I had heard you were captured by elves.”
Marri looked down. “Yes. De filt’y elves captured me.” She said. “De did horrible t’ings to me.”
“How did you escape?” Thrall asked, genuinely curious.
“I didn’t.” She said. “Adonai, a strong Troll, ‘e saved me. Adonai ‘elped me recover. I remained by ‘is side for many seasons.”
“Where is this Adonai now?” Thrall asked.
“’e be dead.” She said softly. “’e died protecting me.”
“I’m very sorry to hear that.” He said, placing his hand over hers. He was amused to see her cheeks flare red.
“If de war be ended before I die, I may return to me home. But until den, I be ‘ere to serve you.” She said, obviously wanting off the topic of Adonai. “De spirits lead me ‘ere to you, Great T’roll. I be ‘ere to swear me allegiance and loyalty ta you and de Hord. For de prosperity and survival of our races, and revenge for me love and for Adonai.”
Thrall leaned a bit closer to her. “I accept your oath, young Marri. Welcome to the Hord.” He said.
“T’ank you, Great T’rall.” She said.
He was finding the way she said his name rather endearing. “You need not be so formal, Marri. It’s just you and me in here.” He said, lifting her chin so she was looking him in the eye. He ran his thumb over her short fangs and smiled lustfully at her. “I’m eager to see how well you serve me.”
Now this she wasn’t expecting. He was coming on her. She blushed deeply and stared at him, unsure how to react. He leaned forward and brushed his lips softly against hers. She inhaled sharply, her heart beating rapidly. She’d not felt like this since Adonai.
He smiled and started removing her armor. She submitted to him, as he shed her clothing and laid her back on his bed. He removed his own clothes and joined her on the bed.
She looked up at him. He was massive in comparison to her, broad shouldered and barrel chested. His massive muscles taught with desire and anticipation of conquest. She trembled a little. She’d never been with an Orc before. She’d heard rumors of how rough they were in bed. She was honestly a little afraid.
His hard cock hovered over her. He was only 7 inches long but he was thicker than any she’d seen before. He smirked slightly at the slight fear in her eyes. He leaned down and captured her lips in a fierce kiss. His hands traced down her sides and over her hips. He took hold of her legs and spread them wide. He lingered only momentarily at her opening before plunging in.
She gasped as she was stretched wide by his thick cock. It hurt a bit, but it felt wonderful. No man had touched her since Adonai’s death. She’d nearly forgotten how amazing it felt.
Thrall thrust hard into her. He kissed along her jaw, neck and shoulders and he plowed into her. She grasped feebly at his shoulders as he fucked her. “T’rall!” She gasped.
He responded with a primal growl and nipped her shoulder lightly. Her gasped of pleasure mingled with the sounds of skin against skin and his grunts and moans. He licked along her neck and recaptured her lips in a rough wet kiss. His hands caressed and toyed with her breasts, loving the way they giggled as he pounded into her.
She finally cried out, clinging to him, leaving claw marks, as she found a massive climax. Her muscles clamped down and rippled around him. He let out a primal yell and exploded into her.
He remained inside her for what felt like hours, thrusting lightly in the after glow. Finally he pulled his softened cock out of her and sat back on his haunches. He looked down at her. She was panting, covered in sweat, cum dribbling out of her, and looking sexier than any woman he’d conquered before. He smiled. “Now... do you still fear Orcs?” He asked with amusement.
“No, Great T’rall.” She said with a soft smile.
“Good.” He said. “You must come visit me more often.”
“Of course, Great T’rall.” She said.
He stood and started to dress. She did the same. Once they were dressed he pulled her into his arms again and kissed her again. After the kiss, he led her out of his chambers to where they had met.
She bowed to him and started to walk away.
“Marri.” He said.
She turned to him.
“For the Hord.” He said.
She smiled softly and suggestively. “For da Hord.” She replied, then headed off on her way.
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Authors note: Kinda random, but whatever. Poor Adonai is dead. I'll write that out eventually.