A Most Dangerous Game

So, this is a rewrite of the first chapter, since a couple of people had suggested it, and the more I thought about it, the less I liked it. I hope this is much better...I know I feel better about it

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Dalaran was in full celebration, as Tirion Fordring, and his allies, chosen warriors of the Horde, returned victorious from Icecrown Citedal. Arthas, the Lich King, had been defeated. All over the frozen wastelands of Northrend, the Scourge were being pushed back, no longer guided by his iron will. The news swept through the corners of Azeroth and celebrations were happening all over, though none would likely compare to the one here, in the heart of his once mighty empire.

Sitting in the bar that was the center of life for the Underbelly of Dalaran, a young woman sipped at her drink quietly. If she was noticeable at all, it was because she was the only one there who was not laughing, cheering or drinking boisterously. Instead she watched the celebration from beneath the hem of her hood, which obscured her face. Occasionally a fellow patron would try to engage her in conversation or to proposition her, but each were rebuffed by her silence and her refusal to acknowledge. She finished her drink, silently put coins on the bar and went upstairs to the inn. No one noticed, any more than anyone noticed when a few moments later, a ghostly wolf entered the bar, changed into a cloaked orc, and went up himself.

Jaina left the door to her room ajar as she removed her cloak and her purse and set them down on the desk. She then took the bottle of wine that she had bought earlier and began pouring out two glasses. When the door clicked shut behind her she smiled.

“I was hoping you would stop following me and just come up Thrall.”

She turned to smile at the Warchief who, like her, was dressed in simple clothing, and thus unrecognizable to the general populace. The great orc stepped into the room and took the cup she offered, drinking it all in one gulp.

“Well,” he said wiping his chin with the back of his hand, “I should know better than try to fool you Jaina, but I couldn't be sure if you wanted to be alone or not.”

She shrugged and poured him another glass, “I used to come here when I was a student, to be away from everyone else, so yes, I guess I was looking for solitude when I came down,” she took a sip from her own glass, “but I'm glad you came anyways.”

“You seemed to be uninterested in anything at Rhonin's celebration,” taking a seat before adding softly, “in fact you seemed rather sad.”

Jaina looked down onto her drink, feeling somewhat shy and self conscious before answering, “Yes, I have a lot on my mind,” and then decided to hell with it and added, “I'm marrying Varian by the end of the month.”

She looked up to see his reaction, and saw that he had paused with the goblet up to his lips, and was looking over it at her. His eyes, always deep and searching, had focused entirely on her, an effect which in the past she had found unnerving but now found it to be part of his character. It meant that she commanded his full attention, whether it was as an opponent or as a friend would make the overall effect different. Right now, she couldn't decide.

“I see,” he said in a serious tone as he put his goblet on the table, “would you like congratulations or condolences?”

Jaina paused for a second, unsure if he was joking. He stared back at her, his face absolutely serious, for about three seconds. A wide grin spread across his face and Jaina felt the tension ebb away as she dissolved into laughter.

She couldn't stop. It wasn't just the tension of the moment, but the tension of her entire life that was bleeding away from her as she laughed in what felt like the first time in years. All of the pain, all of the fear, the anger, the frustration, all of it was flowing from her. She doubled over in her chair, her head in her hands as she shook and her laughter degraded into wracking sobs. And still, she couldn't stop.

“Jaina!” Thrall got out of his chair and knelt in front of her, unsure about what to do. Tenuously he took her by the shoulders and pulled her off the chair and into a hug. She flopped limply onto him and curled up in his arms, still sobbing. He stroked her hair and bank, trying to sound soothing and hoping he was successful. He had not seen her cry since the death of her father, and to see her crumple like this was strange and disturbing.

After a few minutes she tried to get herself under control, but her breath was ragged and her heart was skipping. Her head pounded, she was pretty sure her nose was running and she felt exhausted. She took a couple of more deep breaths and concentrated on the sound of his heart, now that she was up against his chest. It was loud and deep, and she allowed it to lull her into calmness.

“Jaina?” he asked after another few minutes, when he sensed she was recovered. She sat, somewhat reluctantly, free of his chest, but still in the circle of his arms.

“I'm sorry,” she said quickly, hoping her voice sounded steadier than she heard it. She wiped her eyes with her hands and her nose with her sleeve. It wasn't enough, she felt like a mess and tried to get up to fix herself better at the wash basin. Thrall wouldn't let her though, he held her firmly sitting down, his eyes fixed into hers. She tried to look defiantly back at them, something she could easily do under other circumstances.

Not tonight though.

He wanted to know what was wrong, and he wasn't going to let her brush off what had just happened. And he was right to do so. She was too tired to put up a fight, especially with him. She felt herself slump again as her eyes dropped from his in silent defeat.

“I haven't been sleeping well,” she said, hoping this would be a good explanation, “with everything, and,” she bit her lip, she didn't want to go here, but knew he would push it. It was because he was her friend though, and that's what made her give in.

“Ever since the citadel, since the Halls...” she left it hanging. A few days ago, as the final assault had begun, she had taken a small team into Icecrown Citedal, hoping to find what secrets lay in Arthas' inner sanctum. She had faced him, the first time since his transformation. Her first love had almost killed her and corrupted her soul, and it was only the timely intervention of her team and the Skybreaker that had saved her. She had felt foolish for taking such a risk, even though the information they had found had been instrumental in Tirion's victory.

“Jaina,” he said, one of his hands going from her shoulder to her face to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, “its over now.”

“I know,” she said, nodding and squeezing her eyes against coming tears, “its just...”

“Its just what?” he asked gently.

She looked up at him, “I thought I had accepted that he was dead, I didn't know I still had doubts until I was there. And I, I still have my doubts, but now he really is gone.”

“He is Jaina,” Thrall said, absently stroking her hair, “but he has finally found peace. Hold to that.”

She nodded slowly, and let out a deep breath, trying to focus on that through. Arthas was truly gone now, which meant he was no longer chained to Scourge, no longer an abomination. He had been set free. Tirion had not said much about the battle or what happened afterward, in fact he was downright cagey about it, but Jaina was sure in her heart that Arthas was truly gone.

“Thank you,” she whispered and Thrall nodded before again gathering her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, feeling safe and comfortable for the first time in what seemed years. They had never been this close before, but it felt right and natural. Her eyes closed and she felt she could fall asleep like this.

“Now,” Thrall said, “what does this have to do with marrying King Varian?”

Jaina's eyes opened and she chewed on the inside of her cheek, unsure of how to respond.

“Well, nothing really,” she said before straightening up to look him in the eyes. She was on his lap, she realized, mere inches from him, her hands still around his neck while his were locked on the small of her back. She had no desire to break the contact, even though she had just become aware of it.

“He made his proposal a couple of weeks ago,” she said suddenly embarrassed.

Thrall let a flash of surprise show, this was after all the first he had heard of it, and he didn't like not knowing these things. In fact he hadn't even known that there was interest there, and he said so.

“Not from Varian,” she said, her eyes casting down, “I believe it was Benedictus who made the suggestion. The other advisors in Stormwind were also in favor of such a marriage, and so Varian made the offer.” She hated that this sounded like a business transaction, but at its heart that's what it was. There was nothing romantic about this marriage, it was all political, and for some reason she wanted Thrall to know that. She looked up at him just in time to see what looked like relief flash in his eyes. It sent a thrill to her heart and a warmth she hadn't realized was there up until this moment.

“Thrall,” she whispered in wonder, “you thought I might be in love with him.”

He blinked in surprise and she knew she had been right.

“Yes,” he said, meeting her eyes, “I was wondering that.”
She smiled at him and before she knew what she was doing, she kissed him lightly on the lips. Perhaps it was supposed to be a friendly kiss, she wasn't sure, but she lingered. Her eyes were closed but she could feel that he had tensed when their lips met, and so she only withdrew a mere fraction of an inch and then kissed him again. This time he responded, his own pushing against hers and his arms around her tightening. Her heart pounded in her chest and she could feel his doing the same.

Suddenly his hand went to the back of her head, bunching up her hair and holding it firmly in place while he forced his tongue into her mouth. The initial surprise gave way to an incredible thrill that shot down her spine. She shoved her fingers into his hair and straightened up onto her knees, her head now bent down into his. They wrestled like this for what seemed a long time. His other hand had roamed to her front and had taken her breast in its grip. She groaned at the sensation of being handled like this. She felt like she was being challenged and as always, she was up to the challenge.

Thrall pulled her head up, disengaging the kiss and looked up into her eyes, searching for something, asking a question. Her eyes responded in defiance, she remembered her father remarking at her defiance numerous times as a child. It had been both a source of pride and frustration to him, and it had been her final act of defiance to betray him to his death. Or perhaps this was the final act of defiance, since the one who had killed him was now looking at her with eyes full of lust and desire.

“Jaina,” he said, his voice strained, “I don't want to hurt you.” He was giving her a chance to stop this she knew. She loved him for his concern and his amazing control, but she smiled down at him. She could defy him too.

“Don't under estimate me, warchief.”

The next thing she knew, she was up off the floor as he stood up in one fluid motion lifting her up too. She kissed him again as he carried her to the bed, kicking off his boots. He flopped her down onto her back and then took his shirt off as she watched him, the excitement in her building. She pulled him down to kiss her some more as he climbed onto the bed on top of her. The skirt of her dress, which had been up to her knees when he had picked her up, rose more as she opened her legs. Her knees rubbed against his sides, feeling the dry smoothness of his skin.

There was a rip, and the bodice of her dress was torn down the front. Thrall immediately attacked her exposed throat and chest, kissing the skin between licks and bites. He was growling as he explored her with his mouth and hands, tearing at her dress until she lay mostly naked beneath him. She was surprised, though she realized she shouldn't be, by how she responded. She had never been touched like this, at least not in years, and the clumsy exploration between her and Arthas when they had been two inexperienced youths did not compare to this. She remembered the thrill she felt when she had finally allowed her skirts to slide up to her waist and he had taken her virginity. It had been painful and awkward, but also wonderful. She had thought she would never feel anything that close to bliss again.

She had a feeling she was going to be proven wrong.

He had been moving down her body, removing any obstacle that stood between him and her skin. Now he was between her legs and without ceremony ripped off her under garment, exposing her sex. Without even hesitating he assaulted her, licking and sucking on her clit while his finger slid into her, filling and stretching her insides. Jaina's back arched and she gasped in lung fulls of air as her senses were completely overwhelmed by his ministrations. His tusks were digging into the skin of her legs, but that only served to intensify the sensations that were building up in her pussy and her stomach. He was working her up quickly, building to a crescendo until she snapped and broke. Her body went limp as wave after wave of after shocks rocked her body. She wasn't even aware that he had gotten off the bed to remove his pants, or that he climbed back on top of her, until she felt his member rub against her leg.

She had been drifting off to sleep at that point, not surprising seeing how tired she had been, and the powerful orgasm had lulled her into a state of relaxation she had not experienced in a long time. But the feel of his cock on her woke her right back up. Thrall was above her on all fours and she looked down between them and saw that he was indeed ready. She gleefully reached up to kiss him as her legs opened as wide as she felt she could go. He pushed her knees even further, practically folding her in half. It was a stretch, and somewhat painful, but she couldn't be bothered to care with the rising anticipation.

Thrall pushed into her with one solid movement. She felt blinding pain and cried out, but within moments was moaning and gasping in pleasure as he thrust in and out of her powerfully. Her hands roamed up and down his muscled torso and back as she rolled her hips up to him to meet each thrust as it came down. It felt wonderful, now that the pain had subsided, she had never imagined it could feel like this.

She closed her eyes and allowed herself to be immersed in the moment. Thrall's breathing was quickening, occasionally he would growl with pleasure as he rutted deep inside of her. The sweat on his skin made it slick under her fingers and mingled with her own where their skin touched. The thick dark locks of his hair tickled her face.

“Thrall,” she murmured, “oh gods, Thrall....”

He kissed her in response, and her limbs tightened around him as she felt her second climax coming. It was so close, and it was for him too she thought, the way his breath hitched and his rhythm started to break. He whispered something in orcish to her, and his voice was broken and desperate as he began to thrust with more power and faster. When he came, she felt him spill inside of her and it made her vision go white with the sheer power of the orgasm it brought on. She cried out in sheer ecstasy and felt the incredible rush over take her.

After it subsided, he rolled off of her and then carefully pulled the blankets out from beneath her so that she could be covered, before joining her again in the bed. Her limbs felt useless and she let him do this without any resistance. Once again the fatigue she had felt descended upon her and she couldn't even keep her eyes open as he took her into his arms and they lay together in blissful afterglow.

“Thrall?” she asked, feeling the pull of sleep about to take her away.

“Mmm?”

“Stay with me tonight, don't leave.”

“I won't.”