That Makes More of Us (WoW Jaina x Thrall x Aggra x Anduin polycule story) (Patreon)

“Are you sure about this, auntie?” Anduin asked, fiddling with his lion mask as he walked the path down the hill toward the recently-rebuilt town of Southshore. 

Next to him, Jaina Proudmoore smiled beneath her purple-skinned night elf mask. The snowy/blond-haired woman laced her arm around his. “You have nothing to worry about, Anduin. The war is over, and Alliance and Horde put aside their petty squabbles during Hallow’s End anyway. You deserve a moment to relax and enjoy yourself.” 

He sighed. “You are probably right, as always. I suppose I should be less concerned with the most powerful archmage in the world here to safeguard me,” he said, causing Jaina to smile at that. “It just…doesn’t feel right to neglect my duties, even for an evening.”

“I know it all too well,” Jaina replied warmly, rubbing his shoulder. A group of Alliance children of various races ran by, all sporting different masks and giggling as they raced down the hill toward the town. She noticed one or two Horde children among them. Since the war had ended, such a thing was not unheard of during neutral celebrations, even if it was still a rarity. “But if you don’t take time for yourself once in a while, you will collapse under the weight of your responsibilities. Even kings need down-time.”

Anduin grinned. “Or archmages?” 

She playfully nudged the younger man. “Or archmages.” 

Beneath his lion mask, he had a suggestive glint in his eye, one Jaina had seen before. “I suppose I could arrange another massage if this particular archmage needs her own down-time.” 

“Anduin!” she gasped, blushing beneath her mask. The pleasurable mishap of that rather sordid massage she’d received from her darling “nephew” was still a fresh memory for her. One that she had touched herself to one or two occasions since. Leaning closer to him as they walked, she whispered, “if you tempt me, I might just take you up on the offer.” 

He winked. “And I might just be willing to oblige.” 

She had to admit that she liked that new side of Anduin that she had been exposed to as of late, even if the circumstances that had exposed her to it had been entirely by accident. As well as the mischievous machinations of Anduin’s lover. “I’m half expecting Taelia to have somehow arranged an even bigger naughty surprise for me when we get to Southshore. Speaking of which, where is she tonight?”

“She was not feeling well tonight. But she is cozy in Boralus right now with a bowl of broth and a fur blanket.”

Jaina frowned. “I feel guilty. She should be enjoying the evening with you tonight instead of me.”

“Nonsense, auntie,” he said warmly, wrapping his arm around her. “I had the same concern you did but encouraged me rather fiercely to go with you instead rather than miss out on the festivities. 

Jaina smiled, encouraged by that. “Well, I do know when that girl uses that tone of hers, there is no refusing her. You know the one.”

“I do,” Anduin grinned. “Besides, Hallow’s End is not a one-day celebration. She and I mayhaps can find time for ourselves once she is feeling better.”

“I swear, if she is not actually sick and has instead planted some sort of debauched trap for both of us to fall into while she watches from a tree, I am locking her in an ice cage.” Anduin and Taelia’s open relationship was known to Jaina by now, even as the obvious affection Anduin and the daughter of Bolvar had for each other was plain to see. 

“And I will throw away the key,” Anduin laughed. 

They reached Southshore town just as a barrage of orange fireworks went off over Baradin Bay in the distance, followed by a cheer from the many townsfolk. As Anduin and Jaina strolled through the town, they saw merchants and traders showing off their wares at stands lining the road. Most stands had various sweets and treats, toys for the children and masks. The inn was bustling with many adult townsfolk getting sloshed while the children were trick-or-treating from the townhouses. Many activities and games were arranged across town while the wicker man was being prepared in the town square for it to be set ablaze at the end of the celebrations.

A male draenei popped out in front of them wearing a Forsaken mask. “Boo and fear me, Alliance!” The elegant tenor to his voice gave away his obvious nature even if the hooves and tail did not. 

Anduin and Jaina feigned fright and shook their heads, laughing. They spent some time wandering the main road of Southshore, people-watching and enjoying each other’s company. Though folk would come up to them in an attempt to spook them with their masks, most ignored them. This was precisely how the king and the lord-admiral preferred it, however. For one night, they could find security behind their painted masks and simple clothing and not be the center of attention among their people. 

After wandering for some time, Anduin waded his way through the raucous crowd of the inn, a glass of wine in each hand. Jaina had seated herself on a bench in the square, her eyes lighting up when he approached. 

“Vintage from Dalaran, or so the barkeep tells me,” Anduin chuckled, handing her a glass. 

She smiled, accepting the glass. “I suppose I could just conjure some. But I do prefer acquiring it the normal way at times.” 

“To our much-needed down-time!” Anduin said. 

“I will toast to that.” Jaina smiled.

They clinked their glasses together, lifted their masks and took a sip. As they huddled close on the bench, Jaina took notice of a surprising sight across the square from them. Two masked orcs in masks, a male and a female, walked the square with two mugs in hand. The taller male had his arm around the shorter female as they walked, and for the first time Jaina’s heart began pounding in her chest when she realized how familiar they looked. The male was green-skinned and the mag’har orcess was copper-skinned. And once she saw the orcess’ familiar ponytail, it was unmistakable. 

“Anduin, look.” The archmage tapped him on the shoulder and pointed in the direction of the two orcs. When he saw what she was pointing at, his eyes lit up. 

“Is that…?” The king asked, dumbfounded. Spinning his head in either direction to make sure nobody was eavesdropping, he whispered, “What are Thrall and Aggra doing here?”

Jaina shrugged, trying to keep her emotions under control. The most recent individuals in her life that she had shared her body with - present company included - were all in the same town square. “It is a long way from Nagrand. A world away, literally. Though we have seen other Horde here.”

Anduin nodded. “True. And I suppose it’s no less of a risk than the one we are taking right now.” Thrall and Aggra did not appear to have noticed them yet. They were watching some local denizens engaging in a game of apple-bobbing nearby. “Should we…?”

Jaina looked back and forth between the two orcs and Anduin. “Y- yes, let’s.”

The archmage and king stood up from their bench and walked over to the two masked orcs. Jaina noted with amusement that Thrall was wearing a wolf mask for Hallow’s End - a not-so-subtle nod to his Frostwolf clan heritage. Aggra meanwhile was wearing a human female mask. Jaina could only ponder the reasoning behind that choice. 

When Thrall and Aggra noticed their approach, they gave a bow, not at all seeming as surprised to see them as Anduin and Jaina had been. They may have underestimated how much the two orcs had been paying attention to their surroundings.

“Ishnu-alah, my good friends,” Thrall greeted cheerfully, nodding to Jaina’s night elf mask. 

Jaina smirked beneath her mask. “Ishnu-dal-dieb,” she said, returning the traditional night elf greeting. 

Anduin turned to Thrall’s wife and bowed. “Hello, Aggra,” he greeted warmly. Addressing the orcess by name out in the open was of little concern given that she was not as well-known as the other three individuals standing with her. “So, a human?” he said, cheekily nodding to her mask. “I suppose you are in good company.”

“Well met,” Aggra said with a snicker, imitating her best human voice beneath her mask.

Jaina looked Thrall, her heart beating in her chest. She had to keep her emotions in check, especially in front of others. “Thrall,” she said more quietly, just in case another else was in earshot. “A proud Frostwolf, I see.”

Aggra chuckled. “And a proud lion,” she added, pointing out Anduin’s mask. “How is it that us females wear masks that are more creative, and these two here wear such obvious and fitting masks?” Jaina laughed at that and both Thrall and Anduin grumbled indignantly. 

Two small orcs came running up to Thrall and Aggra. The taller male was wearing a kobold mask and the young female was wearing a dryad mask. The taller of the two, a male, extended his arms, doing his best to make himself look intimidating to the two humans. 

“You no take candle!” the orc boy growled in his kobold voice. 

“The great outdoors!” the young orc girl chirped, imitating a dryad and attempting to run around on all four limbs. 

Thrall did a theatrical growl beneath his wolf mask and the burly orc picked up both young orcs, one in each arm. The two young orcs squealed and giggled as Thrall picked them both up. After several moments of roughhousing he set them down. 

Aggra leaned down and hugged them close before looking at Anduin and Jaina. “Durak, Rehze, I’d like to introduce you to our friends.” 

“Hi!” Thrall and Aggra’s children piped up. 

“Hello there,” Jaina said warmly, leaning down to their level. There was a time not too long ago that Jaina feared Thrall and Aggra would’ve never introduced her to their children, given the rift between her and Thrall in the wake of Theramore. 

The orc girl, Rehze, pointed to Anduin. “I like your mask!” 

Anduin smiled, imitating a growl that made her giggle. “I may not be quite as imposing as your father the frostwolf though,” he said, nodding to Thrall. 

Aggra ruffled the two orclings’ hair. “Have you two gone apple-bobbing yet?” Both orc children shook their heads. “Well, come along then.” She looked over her shoulder. “Perhaps the proud lion would like to accompany us?”

“Oh, of course, err…” He looked hesitantly at Thrall and Jaina. “If it’s alright with you both.”

Jaina and Thrall smiled and nodded. “Go on. And don’t let my mate wear you out too much,” Thrall said with a smirk beneath his mask. 

“And try to have some fun yourself,” Jaina added, leaning forward to whisper, “remember, you’re not the king tonight.”

Anduin smiled with an exaggerated shrug, turning to Aggra and the two orc children. “Well, that settles it.” 

The two orc children piped up exuberantly. “Cmon, let’s go already!” Each of Thrall and Aggra’s kids took both Anduin and Aggra by the hand to hasten them both in the direction of the nearest apple-bobbing station. 

Thrall and Jaina watched them being dragged off with a grin, Jaina turning to the male orc. “So…I suppose that leaves us. Is there…anything in particular you’d like to do?” She didn’t want to let a blush betray her innermost sordid thoughts. It hardly would be appropriate to sneak off for a bit of under-the-clothes action with Thrall whilst Anduin, Aggra and Thrall’s kids were off elsewhere engaging in innocent activities. But if Thrall was offering, she did not feel inclined to say no to him either. 

“Well, I do have some idea of where to begin,” Thrall said with a smile. The orc leaned forward and whispered into her ear and she let out a laugh. 

“Oh, I believe I can arrange that,” Jaina said with a smile. 

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“Got em’ all!” Durak, Thrall and Aggra’s son, piped up proudly after spitting the final apple out of his mouth. Water dripped down his face as he leaned into the barrel in front of him. 

“Not fair, you’re taller!” his sister pouted. Rehze was on a step stool to lean into her own barrel. 

Aggra scooped up her daughter and stood her back down from the step stool with a smile, ruffling her girl’s hair. “Now, now, Rehze. I’m sure you will beat your brother in the next round. Don’t forget your prize.” 

The girl’s eyes went wide as she and her brother ran over to the large bowl of candy that the dwarven shopkeep had set up nearby. Anduin watched with a smile, turning to Aggra. “You have your hands full quite often, don’t you?”

Aggra rolled her eyes, swearing in orcish. “Oh you don’t know the half of it. But I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

“I understand…they seem like wonderful children.” 

Aggra patted his back with a smile. “Cmon then, young lion. Masks up. It’s our turn now.” The dwarven shopkeep brought out fresh barrels of water and apples and set them down in front of them. Anduin got in front of his own barrel as the copper-skinned orcess did likewise right beside him. 

“Alright laddies and lassies. Ye knew the rules. One minute, get as many apples as you can. Ready, set, and go!”

Anduin plunged his head into the barrel of water as Aggra did likewise next to him. He snagged one apple, spitting it out, and then another, and another. From this angle, he could not tell who was winning, but he gave her a side-eye at one point and saw her flashing him a challenging grin from between a mouth filled with an apple. 

As he dunked his head back in to push his way to the finish line, his eyes widened when Aggra reached over to tickle his side, throwing him off his stride and making him lose his grip on an apple. Oh, she wanted to play that game, did she? Anduin returned the cheating maneuver with one of his own, reaching over to tickle the orcess’ toned midriff, causing her to chuckle. 

The dwarf shopkeep counted down the last ten seconds as they both raced to the finish. They both only had one apple left to go. But when Aggra suddenly and discreetly reached a hand down to cup his crotch, Anduin nearly choked on the last apple and lost it. 

“And done! Congratulations on all ye apples! Step up and collect yer prize!” 

Aggra looked quite proud next to him, grinning. “Looks like I won,” she said, water dripping down her face. She lowered her mask and Anduin did likewise. 

“Though you did have to cheat to win,” Anduin said with a smirk. 

Aggra gave an exaggerated shrug. “I cannot know what you mean,” she replied cheekily with a wink. She leaned forward and whispered to him. “I hope I did not overstep myself at the end there.”

Anduin shook his head, blushing beneath his mask. “You did not.” It had caught him off guard, but luckily nobody else in the immediate area had noticed the brazen bit of petting that had occurred. Truth be told, it sent a bit of a thrill through the young human king. He leaned forward conspiratorially to Thrall’s wife. “I just may need to tag you back.”

The orcess smiled, showing off her small tusks. “Maybe I want you to tag me back, king.”

She stood up, and for the briefest of moments he got a good view of her scantily-clad bum as he followed her along. “Cmon you two,” she called out to her children as they came forward with the bags of candy loot. “Let’s go see what your father and his human companion are up to.”

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Jaina let out a joyous, carefree cry as the wind whipped through her platinum colored hair. She tightly gripped the handle of the magically-charmed broom she was riding as the earth flew by beneath her. To her right she heard a boisterous, cheerful laughter. She saw Thrall riding a broom identical to hers. He smiled across at her, zig-zagging across the sky parallel to her. 

She couldn’t remember the last time she had done something reckless and fun for its own sake. It was the kind of untroubled and carefree activity she might have engaged in with Arthas years ago, not far from this very spot, had life gone differently for the two of them. It was surreal to be doing this years later with Thrall instead at this point in her life. 

Jaina and Thrall heard enthusiastic cheering from the ground. Looking down, they saw Anduin, Aggra and Thrall’s two children pointing at them and clapping from atop as a grassy hill as they flew across the night sky on Jaina’s conjured brooms. Thrall gave them a wave as he and Jaina flew directly over them, banking around to land on the hill in front of them.

Durak and Rehze ran up to Thrall. “Are you a witch now, father?” Rehze giggled. 

Thrall looked over his shoulder at Jaina, smiling. “I suppose I am now.” 

Durak touched experimentally at one of the broomsticks, his nose twitching with curiosity. “Don’t even think about it, Durak,” Aggra scolded with a smirk. Their orc son pouted and reluctantly released the magical broomstick. Jaina smiled and snapped her fingers, causing the two brooms to fade away into thin air. 

Jaina turned to Anduin. “What did you get up to?” 

“Well, Durak and Rehze here have gathered quite a bit of candy loot,” Anduin said with a smile. 

“Ya we did!” Rehze chimed in, motioning to her full basket of candy she and her brother had gathered from the townsfolk of Southshore. 

“And some apple-bobbing that Aggra defeated me at,” Anduin added. 

“Only fairly, of course,” Aggra said with a wink.

Thrall walked up to them with his son in a rough-housing headlock, Durak laughing at his father’s antics. “Well, I do think it is time for these two rascals to return home.”

“D’aww, why?!” Durak and Rehze protested. 

Aggra pulled her kids close, ruffling their hair. “Because the hour is late, and we’ve had enough fun for one day. There will always be another Hallow’s End. And we have much we need to talk about with our human friends.” She looked at Jaina. “Would you mind conjuring a portal to Nagrand for these two?”

“Garadar?” 

Aggra and Thrall nodded. “Indeed. They will have dinner with their grandmother,” she looked pointedly at her children, “and then bed,” she said with emphasis. Rehze pouted and Durak rolled his eyes. 

Jaina smiled and nodded. “I can do that.” She muttered her incantation and the portal materialized before them. 

Thrall and Aggra hugged their children and then, to their surprise, they ran over and hugged Anduin and Jaina likewise. 

“Goodbye, you two. I had fun tonight,” Anduin said with a smile. 

“We did too!” Rehze and Durak said exuberantly. “Can we see you again?”

Jaina and Anduin looked up at Thrall and Aggra. “We would like that.”

The two orc children stepped through the portal and then it closed up a few moments later. Jaina took a huff. “Phew…Nagrand can take a bit out of me from here.”

“Are you well, auntie?” Anduin asked with concern, rubbing her shoulder. 

Jaina nodded, wiping a sweat from her brow. “Of course, I will be fine.” She gave a small smile. “I could use a drink though.” 

Thrall stepped up and took her dainty hand in his. “I’d be happy to join you.”

Aggra snaked her arm around Anduin’s shoulder. “And I’d like to continue our own talks, young lion.” 

Jaina smiled and Thrall nodded in agreement. “It is a date,” she said. “Shall we meet you both later?” 

Anduin and Aggra nodded and smiled. “Have fun, you two,” Aggra said, escorting Anduin off in the opposite direction. She heard the young king chuckle at something the mag’har orcess whispered to him.

Hand-in-hand she walked off into town with the tall, burly orc next to her. He hugged her close to him, his green hand encompassing her slender shoulder. She smiled, comforted by the presence of one of her oldest and closest friends. She did her best not to imagine intimate thoughts about him, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for her. 

After stopping at the inn for some refreshment, they had found themselves wandering to the beach down the path from Southshore. They found a quiet, secluded section of beach and settled down amidst the dunes, sipping their drinks. They silently watched the last round of fireworks that went off over the bay. The closest residents were a decent distance on the other side of the beach, walking in the opposite direction. 

Thrall was silent, contemplative for several moments, taking in his surroundings. His expression was impossible to read now that he had removed his mask, but she could see a tinge of emotion on his face when she looked up at him. 

Jaina touched his shoulder gently. “Thrall?”

As if remembering she was there, her eyes brightened with realization and he shook his head. “Apologies, Jaina,” he said softly, touching her leg. 

“Is something wrong?” she asked with concern. 

He looked off in the distance, to the east of Southshore. “No…I just realized that it wasn’t far from where we are now.” When she looked at him questioningly, he elaborated, “Durnholde Keep. Where I was kept as a slave after my parents were killed, and forced to fight as a gladiator.”

Jaina’s eyes widened with realization, feeling stupid for forgetting. “Oh Thrall,” she said sympathetically. “I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t be. You would’ve only been a girl at the time, and it was other humans’ doing, not yours. It was many years ago now.” He rubbed her leg, his large green hand completely covering her thigh. 

“I know, but it still never should’ve happened,” she softly replied, touching his cheek.

“It can be said about many things.” He gave her a small smile. “It is comforting to remember that not all humans are like that. Taretha, the girl I was raised with, taught me that, as have you and Anduin.” He turned back to her. “I apologize for nearly bringing the mood down.” 

She waved him off, giving him a sad smile. “Please. It was strong of you to return here after all these years.” 

They were silent for many long moments, the archmage huddling close to him. She rested her head on his shoulder as they watched the fireworks go off over the bay. His arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her toward him. She felt him touch her back with his hand, and she shivered. But she quickly relaxed and allowed him to. After they had already been very intimate once before, it seemed silly for her to still get sheepish at the thought of a bit of touching between them. 

“So,” Thrall suddenly murmured, rubbing Jaina’s back in circles, “you and Anduin?” he grinned.

Jaina turned bright red, rubbing her arm. “Aggra told you, did she?” When Thrall nodded, she sighed. “You must think I’m some sort of deviant.”

“Why would I think that of you?”

She looked away. “He’s like a nephew to me. One could even say a mother, in some respects. He was so young when Queen Tiffin died, after all. It is shameful of me, isn’t it?”

Thrall shook his head. “Not at all,” Thrall said. He ran his hand through her snowy blond hair. “You are not blood related, you did not raise him, you are both full-grown adults, and you both have experienced others. I see no harm in it, even if there are some others out there who might.”

“You may be right. But what concerns me is that the two men who get my blood pumping the most are already taken by other women. And I know that both Taelia and Aggra have been far more generous than I deserve, but I cannot help but feel like some sort of homewrecker.” 

Thrall shook his head. “That is not true. Aggra initiated what happened between us, just as Taelia initiated what happened between you and Anduin.”

 Jaina sighed, looking up at the moon. “Perhaps. I just…fear for the future.” 

Thrall gently tilted her chin to look at him. “Jaina. Aggra and I will always be here for you. Always. And while I don’t know Taelia, I know Anduin well enough to know that he will always be here for you as well.” 

Jaina felt like a wellspring of emotion. His words comforted her and helped her push away the tears that threatened to come spilling out at the thought of parting ways with him again. She found herself getting lost in his sea blue eyes and his handsome orcish features, feeling as though very little needed to be said to them at this point; their bond had come so far since they’d first become allies all those years ago at Mount Hyjal. 

Without even thinking, Jaina leaned forward to kiss him on his lips and her heart pounded in her chest when Thrall readily met her kiss. His thumb brushed her cheek as they melted into each other, their lips pressed each other as she moaned softly into his mouth. 

Pulling back, she panted, her cheeks red and flushed. She could already feel the stirrings of arousal in her loins. The raw masculinity exuded by the former warchief stole her breath and made her feel like a lovesick virgin all over again, even if this was not the first time she had been with him in this manner. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, biting her lip. 

He cocked his head at her. “For what?”

“Aggra…”

“It’s alright, Jaina,” he interrupted. “She gave her permission. Insistently, in fact.”

The lord-admiral gaped. “I…I don’t know what to say, I…” she was at a loss for words for several moments before shaking her head with a laugh. “I need to find new ways to thank that wife of yours for her generosity.”

Thrall chuckled. “Knowing my Aggra, I am sure she will come up with something. Besides, I know she had her eye on Anduin tonight, for what it’s worth.”

Jaina gulped, feeling even more turned on by the thought of that strong, beautiful copper-skinned mag’har orcess riding her darling “nephew” raw. She hoped the young king would be up to the challenge. 

She brushed her hand over Thrall’s crotch and her eyes widened from the immensity of the erection threatening to split open his trousers. “Light…” Jaina gasped. “You are so stiff already, Thrall!”

He smiled, his thick green fingers deftly removing her cloak, his eyes hungrily drinking in the sight of her creamy skin and her cleavage. “You have that effect on me, Lady Proudmoore.” He craned his neck down and whispered into her ear, “it took all my willpower not to bend you over, pull aside your undergarments and mate you right in the middle of Southshore for all to see.”

Jaina let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding in. She had not the slightest inclination to protest when the orc lifted her skirt slightly, slipping his fingers beneath it. His thick fingers slid past her purple silk panties, his pointer finger tenderly rubbing her smooth-shaven sex. 

The archmage let out a pleasured whimper, gyrating and grinding herself against his hand. “Oh Thrall…this is so salacious, to do this out here.”

“Does that not make it more fun?” He slipped his thick pointer finger inside her gently, drawing a soft moan from her that filled the night air. 

Jaina could not summon anymore words to her lips. She clutched onto Thrall’s strong green forearm, not to dislodge him but to hold on for support as his finger curled in and out of her tight cunt, making her toes curl as it did. Moans spilled from her lips that she covered up by clapping a hand to her mouth, the lewd schlicking sound filling the air as he wetly fingered her. The former warchief smiled, the beautiful human’s whimpers and moans sounding like music to his ears. His thick pointer finger was soon coated in a liberal sheen of her clear natural lubrication as he pumped the digit in and out of her needy sex. 

She reached down and her hand made contact with the considerable bulge in his trousers. Her eyes opened widely and she stared down at the large tent, licking her lips. “Thrall…t- take it out,” Jaina whispered shakily even as his finger continued a nice stroking rhythm in and out of her love tunnel. 

Thrall grinned knowingly. With one hand currently occupied attending to her, he used the other hand to unbutton himself. When his thick green pillar of orc dickflesh sprung out, Jaina felt herself grow even more moist. “I don’t think I will ever grow used to seeing it,” Jaina whispered with bated breath. She reached a dainty hand over and wrapped her fingers around the green meatstick. Or at least she attempted to. Her fingers could barely encompass his girth as it throbbed against her palm. 

She gave his shaft a firm stroke from head to base and she heard him suck in a breath and felt a shudder run through his towering muscular body. Upon her hand reaching the base of his cock, Jaina cooed at the surprise she felt there. “You shaved it?” she asked, her voice dripping with lust. Where last time there had been a patch of black pubis there, she now felt smooth, warm skin. 

Thrall paused his fingering of her cunt for a moment to nod with a smile. “Aggra’s idea. She believed you would like it.”

Jaina laughed. “I do believe your wife concerns herself far too much with the best manner in which you can fuck me. Though I am not at all complaining.” She leaned her head forward and let a strand of spit fall from her mouth onto the head of Thrall’s fat dark green member. With this additional lubrication, stroked his shaft, hearing deep moans in his throat and his muscles flexing. The usually-composed orc seemed more sensitive than usual that night, from what she could tell. “Has Aggra prepared any other surprises for me?”

“Well…” Thrall grunted, looking down at the sexy human lord-admiral using her thumb to dab at his dark green cockhead and smear his precum all around it. “You should know that she has not touched me in days. Deliberately. And she has strictly prevented me from touching myself.”

Jaina gulped, her wits beginning to fail her from the lustful implications of what he was telling her. “Why?”

His fingers dug into the soft earth beneath him as her hand kept tenderly stroking his shaft. He still continued to push his pointer finger in and out of her tight human pussy, as if they were waging a battle against each other to determine who could outdo each other with foreplay. “She wanted my…balls full tonight. For you.”

She couldn’t take much more of what he was telling her. If her orc adonis didn’t push his gargantuan pussy-pleaser inside her soon, she felt like she was going to explode. “A- and where exactly did Aggra intend you to empty them?” she queried breathily.

His gaze locked on hers again as he stared hungrily back at her. “Must I really say it?”

Jaina yanked her hand back from Thrall’s prick, a thin, sticky strand of precum connecting her fingers to his cocktip as she did. He looked at her questioningly, before he saw her reclined herself back on the sand behind her, using her own cloak as something of a blanket beneath her. She winked at him, her eyes alight with fiery passion as she flipped up her skirt, spread her milky legs open and used her thumb and forefinger to peel her panties aside. With two fingers of her other hand, she parted the petals of her labia and unveiled her inner pinkness to him. His green cock was at full mast now and pointing right at her. 

“It just occurred to me that anybody could happen upon us at any moment,” she said, looking past the sand dunes partially concealing them and in the direction of Southshore town. “So I don’t think we have time for much foreplay, wouldn’t you agree?” Jaina asked, biting her lip seductively. 

Catching her meaning, Thrall shuffled on his knees between her spread-open legs. His lust for the most beautiful human woman he’d ever laid eyes on was driving him wild, and he was just as impatient as she was to get to the main event. Taking a gentle hold of both of her ankles and placing her legs on his shoulders, he slapped his green meat down onto her juicy pink cunt in a way that made her gasp, rubbing himself up and down her slit several times. 

“No teasing, Thrall,” Jaina mewled pitifully. “Fill me, please!”

He could not refuse such a plea, and if Aggra were present, she would have already admonished him for not impaling her tight feminine sheath already. Thrall settled the plump green head of his wrist-thick fleshy bludgeon against her sex hole. He held her gaze, gave the Lord-Admiral of Kul’tiras the faintest hint of a wink before his burly body gave a single shove forward. 

Jaina had done her best to keep her voice down so as not to draw attention. But when Thrall’s cock punched its way inside her tight pussy, she could not prevent herself from letting out a single wail of bliss into the night sky. 

+++

“Goodness, you made him use his shamanistic abilities to keep boulders held in the air for two hours long?!” Anduin exclaimed. 

Aggra shrugged nonchalantly with a smile. “If he was to lead the Earthen Ring, my Go’el did need to prove he was worthy.”

Anduin shook his head. “It sounds like you were a hard teacher. But clearly your lessons worked.”

After they had seen Durak and Rehze off, they had gone off on their own, spending some time talking and learning more about each other. They found themselves in a barn on the outskirts of town, seated on a bale of hay. The barn had earlier been used for assorted activities, but now it was completely empty and unoccupied, likely because the entire town of Southshore was currently gathered in the square to watch the Wicker Man being burned. 

“He was resistant to my methods at first,” Aggra agreed. “But in time, he not only learned, but he exceeded my expectations. And more,” she added, looking wistfully off. 

“You fell in love with each other,” Anduin said with a smile. 

She nodded to him. “We did.”

Anduin was silent for several seconds. “I haven’t been with Taelia long. But I do hope that she and I can one day have a fraction of what you and Thrall have with each other.”

Aggra rubbed his arm, the mag’har orcess smiling at the young king. “I have faith you will. When you are both ready for it, it will happen.”

She rested her head on his shoulder as they listened to the crickets chirping outside the barn and the commotion of the townsfolk a short distance away. Anduin nearly didn’t notice, however, when Thrall’s wife had moved her hand subtly up to his inner thigh. 

“Aggra?” Anduin whispered with surprise. 

She put a finger to his hips. “Shh. Thrall does not mind. Just let me. If you are willing, of course.”

After several moments, the blushing young blond king nodded. Aggra unbuttoned his pants as the orcess planted kissed along his neck. She felt her pointy small tusks brushing his neck, but she was careful not to knick him. 

His half-hard prick flopped out of his pants as she tugged them down slightly. Licking her lips, the orcess turned her attention down to his member. “Mm,” she cooed as her strong fingers wrapped around his throbbing shaft. The moment her hand wrapped around it, life immediately began to pulse through it, rising and hardening in her grip until it was standing straight up.

Anduin rubbed the back of his neck. “You aren’t disappointed, are you?” he asked hesitantly. 

Aggra cocked her head at him as she jerked his hard cock. “Why would I be?”

The blond human shrugged. “I know it’s just not what you’re used to…”

“Stop it,” Aggra said, putting a finger to his lips again. “There’s no need to compare yourself to my Go’el. Your size is nothing to scoff at, and you are more than enough for me. I can assure you.” She smiled, flashing a wicked look at him. “Besides…I saw what you can do with those fingers of yours. You conjured some waterworks from your auntie.”

Anduin blushed brightly at that, smiling. “That is true. I can do that for you if you want.”

The orcess bit her lip. “Spirits…that is tempting.” She turned her attention down to the throbbing pinkskin cock in front of her face. “But if I am given a treat like that, I do think I may have to earn it first, hmm?”

He said nothing, merely gripping the hay bale for purchase as the orcess tugged his pants down his legs. Anduin’s long, pale cock slapped her cheek. She grinned, showing off her small tusks. The wife of Thrall rubbed his ample cock from one cheek to the other, smearing his precum glaze on her face. 

“I’ve never had the chance to drain a king’s balls before. A former warchief’s perhaps, but not a king’s,” Aggra cooed hungrily. “Your greedy auntie’s cunny took your seed last time. I only got a brief taste of you.”

The king of Stormwind watched with eager anticipation as Aggra snaked her tongue out and ran it up his shaft from the base to its tip. Her eyes never left his as the appendage slithered like a snake up his peace-colored member. Her tongue flicked along the sensitive underside of his mushroom-shaped cockhead with featherlight licks, pulling gasps of pleasure from the young human man. She pulled her tongue back and masturbated his cock with a firm grip as she lowered her mouth down and sucked each of his well-trimmed balls into her mouth one at a time, bathing them in her wet, tender affection.

Anduin was letting out a steady chorus of moans from the orcess’ efforts. Aggra was taking a page out of Taelia’s book and forgoing much of the teasing that foreplay sometimes entailed. She was straight to the point, overwhelming him with the full extent of her capabilities from the outset and trusting in his stamina to hold out. After sucking each of his balls and licking his shaft a few times, she unceremoniously sank her mouth down onto his cock, careful not to injure him with her canines in the process. His bum lifted off the hay bale for a moment, sinking into the warmth of her mouth with a gasp, causing her to chuckle from his eagerness.

Aggra was humming with delight as her mouth bobbed up and down in Anduin’s lap. As her mouth blanketed his peach-colored shaft in warmth, wetness and an exquisite suction, her fingers were gently stroking and cradling his balls. Anduin sighed and dug his hands into the hay bale behind him as the orcess skillfully serviced him. Precum flowed into her mouth, greedily being swallowed down by her in the process.

Aggra popped her mouth off of his prick, catching her breath and jerking his spit-slick cock. “Spirits! What is it with you humans? Both you and your auntie are delicious.”

Anduin smiled, blushing. “T- thank you, Aggra.” With more confidence, he added, “I can certainly attest to the latter.” 

Aggra grinned, rubbing his cock against her copper skin. “That you can. I received a front row seat of that massage you gave your beautiful auntie. Have you tasted anything sweeter?”

He shook his head, remembering him eating out Jaina. “And you are really quite good at this,” he complimented. 

The mag’har orcess smiled from his praise, flicking her tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock just below the head. His cockhead twitched on her tongue, drooling out precum as her skillful efforts only made him more aroused, drawing moans of pleasure from him. She inhaled his cock back into her mouth and began sucking him again, her head bobbing in his lap as she hummed. 

“Light, Aggra!” he groaned, jerking his cock upwards into her mouth in a reflexive spasm. In his bid to hang on for dear life, his hand reached out and gently found the bald of her head and her ponytail. She flashed her eyes up at him and he sheepishly pulled his hand back. “S- sorry, I should not have…”

Aggra interrupted his panicked apology by reaching up, taking hold of his hand and placing it right back where it had been, wrapped around her ponytail. Audible sucking sounds filled the air as the orcess allowed the young human king to guide her head up and down his spit-slick erection using her ponytail as a bridle. “Oh…if that is what you want then,” he let out an awkward laugh and she grinned around his cock, her lips wrapped around his flushed prick. 

Thrall’s wife reached a hand down between her legs and she began touching herself as she fellated the king of Stormwind. Her tongue swirled around his prick, lashing at every inch of his glans, forcing moans out of the blond-haired human. Though his tender nature made him hesitant to get rough with her, he gradually was coaxed into expanding his horizons a bit more once he realized that the orcess genuinely seemed to enjoy it. He tightened his grip around her ponytail and pumped her head up and down his prick. 

“Mmhmm,” Aggra moaned in his throat as Anduin face fucked her, spit gathering at the corners of her lips as his cock pushed in and out of her mouth. Down below, she fingered herself even harder in lockstep with his quickened oral pace, her juices dripping from her sodden copper cunt and onto the floor of the barn beneath her. 

He stroked a hand lovingly over the bald part of her scalp. “Aggra…I’m not going to last much longer!” The blushing blond human king groaned. 

Aggra’s lips curled into a grin and gripped his thighs. With her tongue lashing against the sensitive cocktip she gave him a wink and then descended until his cock hilted in her throat, holding herself there until she started to gag. After pulling herself back she repeated this over and over again, her pace just as insistent and relentless as it was before, even as she sank him even deeper into her tight throat. 

“A- Aggra!” Anduin clutched straws of hay, digging his fingers into the bale as he came. The mag’har orcess’ cheeks ballooned open as Anduin unloaded his spunk into her mouth. Her eyes widened with surprise for a brief moment before morphing into something more lustful once more. Her throat muscles worked to gulp down every bolt of creamy kingly spunk he shot down her eager gullet. 

Anduin let out a sigh of relief as the orcess thoroughly drained his balls and then released his half-hard shaft from her mouth. He nearly saw stars as he looked down and saw her grin, wink, and then tilt her head back and swallow the salty load in her mouth. 

“Wow, Aggra…that was…” Anduin panted for breath. Aggra interrupted him by rising up from between his legs, loosening her top and undergarments, letting them fall to the floor. The young human king’s eyes went wide, his eyes falling on her dark-colored nipples, firm breasts and her smooth-shaven pussy. Aggra straddled his lap, putting her arms around his shoulders, leaning down and planting her lips on his, snaking her tongue into his mouth. 

Anduin melted into the kiss from the beautiful orcess. He did not even care that he could taste a bit of himself on her tongue. Feeling rather bold, he reached down and gripped her curvaceous copper-colored ass, one cheek in each hand. 

Pulling back from the kiss, Aggra licked her lips with an eager smile. The copper-skinned orcess spread her legs open. “King Anduin…can you return the favor and work your magic with those golden fingers of yours?”

Anduin smiled, suddenly feeling very “holy” all of a sudden.

+++

“Oh, T- Thrall!”

Jaina was at a loss for words as she watched her pink pussy being stretched open by Thrall’s massive girth. Her sex gripped his green shaft tightly as he held onto her ankles and pumped a steady rhythm in and out of her from above. His muscles flexed and his burly face was scrunched up as he felt her silken depths gripping him tightly. 

She moved her hips in time with his in a mating dance as old as time, cooing and whimpering with pleasure as his thick orc cock stroked in and out of her, touching her most sensitive spots. Her breasts and pink nipples were doing figure eights, bouncing in time with his thrusts in and out of her. His blue eyes were filled with lust as he drank in the sight of her gorgeous human body while he fucked her. 

“Jaina…” he grunted with pleasure, placing her legs on his shoulder so he could deepen his thrusts. She gasped, her pale, slender legs stiffening atop his shoulders when his green girth went even deeper inside of her, intimately touching her cervix with his fat cockhead. “You didn’t cast a spell did you?”

“S- spell?” Thrall’s fat green cock was making her toes curl and her brain turn to jelly.

“To protect your womb,” he explained, scrunching his face up as her tightness gripped his member. 

She licked her lips, looking hungrily up at her orcish adonis. “S- should I have?” 

Sensing the playfulness of her tone, he growled, leaning his body deeper into her, bending her flexible legs forward so that they were closer to her face. She was caught off guard by his animalistic tone and growl for a moment, but she realized that all it did was send a thrill coursing through her body. She knew Thrall would never hurt her - she was absolutely certain of it. She did, however, doubt his gentlemanly restraint when it came to pulling out of her, especially now that she had playfully challenged him. 

“You’re a naughty minx, Proudmoore,” his deep voice intoned. His hips were moving faster, and she gasped as his green girth started pummeling her sex faster, harder. “I won’t be pulling out. But you don’t want me to, do you?”

She shook her head. Jaina felt invigorated, alive, when her magnificent orc’s cock filled her. She was getting so close to another blissful orgasm. She had suffered from a dry spell for far too long up until that fateful day with Thrall and Aggra in Nagrand, and now she had grown addicted to these lustful trysts. “Shoot it all inside me, Thrall. Every last drop!”

Thrall intoned a lustful tenor in his throat, increasing his pace. As Jaina watched, her pink lips stretched tightly around his fat green cock as it entered and exited her delicate pink sex, a wet lather of their juices dripping from her pussy with each plunge. He was intent on pushing both of them to their combined peak, their breathing quickening as he fucked her into the sandy ground beneath them. 

Jaina could not move her lower body much to meet his thrusts in this position, and yet somehow this lack of control only aroused her even more. She threw her unkempt snowy blond hair back into the sand behind her as Thrall’s cock made her toes curl and scratched every conceivable itch that could be scratched in her nethers. She held onto her bent-back legs and moaned out her bliss while Thrall looked adoringly down at her as he made sweet love to the human woman beneath him. 

Her exquisite tightness was getting the better of the former warchief. Aggra never lacked in any regard, and their intimacy was as strong as ever, but Jaina’s tightness was something to behold. His wife herself would happily admit that fact as well, especially after that special tryst she’d had with Jaina in which the archmage had conjured a temporary cock for her. 

He pounded her harder, faster, slamming his thick green cock in and out of her juicy pussy, his climax only moments away. Jaina’s flushed face looked up at him rapturously. Her next words whispered with bated breath were enough to knock the wind out of him. 

“I…I love you, Thrall!”

This was enough to make him reach his peak. The burly orc leaned down and crashed his lips against hers to muffle her moan as they climaxed together as one. Her legs spasmed atop his shoulders as if she was struck by lightning the moment she felt the first drop of his warm essence inside her cunt. Thick, milky ropes of his cum came rushing up his thick green shaft and drenching her womb as he sank himself deep inside her, his full balls pulsing and his bum clenching as he drained himself inside her. 

Jaina was in a state of euphoria and joy as her orcish lover filled her with more seed than she ever thought he was capable of releasing. Before long, her innermost place was filled with a deluge of his hot orcish semen, millions upon millions of his swimmers lingering in her very fertile human womb.

When at least he had finished filling her with every last drop, he pulled back from the longest kiss he’d ever shared with her. Their gaze was filled with love and longing, the likes of which he’d only ever shared with Aggra. His cock was still plugged inside her tight pink sex, her womb full of his virile seed.

“Jaina, I…”

She captured his lips in another kiss which he returned. As they pulled back, they both panted, catching their breath and trying to keep their intense emotions in check. 

“I never did understand why Medivh had us join forces,” Jaina said, grinning. 

Realizing she was joking, Thrall let out a chuckle. “Humans.”

She smiled. “Orcs,” she retorted with no malice in her tone. 

Thrall gave her a quick kiss on the cheek again and slowly extracted his cock out of her with a wet sucking sound. When his fat cock popped out of her quivering pink sex, an overflow of his thick semen followed in its wake, spilling out onto the sand beneath them. He moved away from her so that she could relax her legs back into a normal position, resting in the sand alongside her. 

“Spirits, you exhaust me in the best possible way, Jaina Proudmoore.” 

She smiled at him, running her hand over his burly chest, marveling at the contrast between their skin tones. After several moments, she said, “Should we go find Anduin and Aggra?”

Thrall nodded at her. “Do you think they are finished?” he asked with a grin. They both knew what Thrall’s amorous orcess wife had in store for the young man. But the king was not without a few surprises of his own. 

“Only one way to find out,” Jaina said, standing up and stretching herself out. She smiled when she sensed Thrall’s gaze fixed on her ass. “But first…how cold do you think the water is?”

Thrall stood up behind her and she gasped as he picked her up into his arms, laughing and pretending to struggle against him. “As you said, Lord-Admiral, only one way to find out.” He waded into the water along with her and jumped in with her in tow. They both decided that Anduin and Aggra could wait a bit longer. 

+++

“Spirits…oh, spirits…fuck!” 

Anduin smiled, planting kisses on the orcess’ naked copper skin. Aggra was squatted in his lap atop the hay bale, facing away from him as two of his glowing fingers were pumping steadily in and out of her sex. She was writhing around atop his lap with even more vigor than Jaina or even Taelia had when he had given them this same treatment. The orcess could scarcely contain her excitement as Anduin’s Light-infused fingers gave her a pleasurable, tingling warmth as he purposefully stroked her g-spot. 

She swore in orcish before her whole sweaty copper body shuddered and undulated upward, trying to get his fingers even deeper. Aggra threw back her head as a streak of clear fluid came squirting from her pussy. As was his method, he kept murmuring his soft incantation to keep up his holy magic even as his pointer and middle finger kept wetly pumping in and out of Aggra’s cunt, intent on making it as blissful a climax as possible for her. 

“Stop, no more, no more,” Aggra pleaded, panting. At once, Anduin ceased his fingering and let his priestly magic dissipate. She leaned her head back on his shoulder, her chest rising and falling. 

After two whole minutes of letting her recover, Anduin finally spoke up. “So…how was that?”

The orcess responded by spinning her body around atop his lap. There was a wild, animalistic look in her eyes as she smiled lustfully down at him. He gulped as her toned body settled down over his. She reached down and took hold of his ample prick, seeing that it had grown hard over the course of his expert fingering session.

She leaned forward, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and swirling it around the inside of it in a dominating kiss. “Strike while the iron is hot, my king. And those titan-blessed fingers of yours got me very hot.”

Aggra lifted her copper hips up over his pale erection and then sank herself down with a throaty moan, impaling her pussy on his human cock as he filled her cunt. Thrall’s wife stirred Anduin’s cock around inside her. Their point of union had become a wet mess thanks to his earlier handiwork. But the orcess had exquisite use of her kegals, and she purposefully tightened herself around the king’s rod as she shifted herself up and down his cock little by little, taking more of him inside her. 

The bronze-skinned orcess licked her lips, Anduin’s eyes widening when she gripped both of his hands, pinning them above his head. 

“Aggra?” he asked nervously with a small laugh. 

“Shh.” Thrall’s wife put a finger to his lips. “I have a particular desire that needs satisfying. I’ve never fucked a human king before. And I want to ride one with wild abandon. Forcefully. Can you help me with this?”

The tone of her voice made it clear to him that he could refuse if he wished, even if she would be disappointed by it. Anduin found himself firming up inside the orcess, her striking copper muscular body above him being quite arousing to behold. He did not feel like refusing at that moment. He eagerly nodded. 

Aggra smiled at that. After stirring him around inside her and finding the best angle, she lifted herself up his shaft inch by inch. He sighed as he felt himself rub against her inner walls as she lifted herself up until only the head of his cock was still inside her before she sank down, her hips clapping against his. After the first plunge, she immediately went about fucking him faster and faster with each subsequent stroke up and down his cock. 

Anduin bit his lip, barely managing to keep up with the mag’har orcess’ voracious appetites. Her pace was relentless, her copper hips clapping with his pale thighs as she rode his cock for her own pleasure. It was a forceful fucking that he found himself on the receiving end of, but he did not mind in the least. Her surprisingly snug grip felt amazing around him as her pussy slid up and down every sensitive inch of his shaft.

The young king knew that he probably looked quite the fool at that moment; his facial expressions no doubt alternating between scrunched-up and gaping like a fish. He would’ve thought that his experiences being ridden roughly by Taelia would’ve prepared him for this, but somehow Thrall’s wife was managing to outpace Taelia. Judging from her wicked smiles too, his foolish expressions of surprised pleasure only seemed to spur her on and delight her even more. The orcess had set out to make a human king into her personal dildo that she intended to ride into oblivion, and she was making good on that goal. 

Anduin gasped. His hands were reaching up and gently tweaking her dark copper nipples, making her coo as he stimulated the hard nubs. “If y- you keep g- going at this pace, I won’t be able to h- hold it!”

Aggra smiled, showing off her sharp canines. “Counting on it, young lion.” She reached down and gripped his shoulders for purchase, pinning him to the bed. Her riding motions atop him became a blur as she began to sweat, her pussy wetly slipping up and down his cock with rapid pumps.

“Oh!” the blond-haired king threw his head back, barely able to concentrate on rubbing the orcess’ firm breasts anymore. His cock was twitching, signaling his impending release. “Aggra…I should p- pull out.” He was sweating, his svelte human body flushed and glistening from the orcess’ forceful lovemaking. “You’re married.”

The orcess licked her lips, grinding her clit against the young monarch’s thin patch of blond pubis. “You should stay right where you are and just let me milk the seed right out of you.” 

“But…Thrall…”

She put a finger to his lips, leaning down and nibbling on his collarbone. In doing so, she deepened her own penetration and began humping his steel hard member with even more intensity, as if that were even possible. “My Go’el is likely draining his balls into your auntie’s womb right now. He would encourage you to do the same to me.”

“Light…!” Anduin gasped. Aggra chuckled from his meager half-hearted resistance dwindling. She leaned her head down and thrust her tongue into the sweating blond young monarch’s mouth. All the while, her pussy swallowed his pale shaft again and again, her wetness drenching his shaft and pooling at his pelvis. 

She was seconds away from an orgasm of her own. What Anduin lacked in size compared to her Go’el, he made up for by being very proficient with his fingers. Even as she overwhelmed the poor young man with her breakneck riding speed, he still managed to sneak his pointer finger underneath her body and diddle her overly-sensitive clit. The orange nub was stroked with the most deft of touches from his priestly finger while his cock slipped wetly in and out of her sex hole. His desperate gasps of pleasure and moans into her mouth as her tongue explored the inside of his completed the arousing ensemble. 

The mag’har orcess pulled her tongue out of the human king’s whimpering lips, gasping as her climax washed over her. She cursed out something in orcish that Anduin did not understand, slamming her orange pussy down onto him fully. Her juices layered his blond pubic mound and she let out a long, husky moan, slamming her eyes shut as she buried her head in his chest. His eyes widened as he realized she was climaxing, his finger continuing to stroke her copper love button while his other hand gave one of her plump asscheeks a generous squeeze as she rode out her orgasm.

When Aggra regained her senses, she felt Anduin humping himself upwards inside her, his shaft rubbing her inner walls. She swore she could feel him twitch inside her, no doubt desperate for release akin to the one she’d just obtained. Barely missing her stride, Aggra leaned her head up from Anduin’s chest, planted her hands on his firm torso for purchase and began riding him quickly again with a grin. Her ass bounced and her hips clapped against his skinny hips as she fucked him to his own completion. 

“Aggra…I’m…!”

She locked lips with him and tangled her tongue with him to muffle his desperate moans as her plump copper-colored ass clapped and slapped against his hips in a flurry, like a war drum. His pearly spunk rushed up his shaft and came spurting inside her with every rapid movement of her hips atop him. 

“Mmm,” Aggra growled into her forceful kiss as she milked the cum from the human king’s balls and into her cunt. Anduin felt like he was going to pass out as Thrall’s wife sapped him of his last bit of stamina along with every gush of his sperm-rich cum inside her. He wondered if he would even have anything left in reserve for Taelia when he got back to her, now that he’d painted the mag'har orcess’ inner walls with every last drop of seed he could muster up. 

Aggra pulled back from the kiss, grinning with flushed orange cheeks at the young king’s exhausted expression, a thin strand of spit bridging their lips as she pulled her mouth back. She lifted herself off of him, his wilting cock slipping out of her orange pussy with a slurp. He gulped as he watched his creampie leak from her sex as she dipped a finger inside herself and swirled it around. He wondered if she had any form of potion or magic to protect herself, or if there was any possibility that he had indeed just impregnated another male’s mate. 

“Ah…wonderful,” Aggra cooed. She ran her hands up and down his slender chest. “Never had a human male before. I was not disappointed.” Anduin smiled at that, blushing from her praise. 

“Finished already?” 

Anduin’s head shot toward the doorway of the barn when he heard Thrall’s voice. The orc was leaned up against the wall of the barn with his arms crossed, a smirk on his face. Jaina was alongside him with a knowing smile on her face. Both of them were wet, as if they had taken a dip in water shortly before joining them. 

Anduin panicked as he looked back and forth between Aggra on his lap and her husband standing a few feet away. “Thrall, I…can explain…”

Thrall walked up to him and clapped him on the shoulder. “No need, Anduin.” He turned to Aggra. “How do you feel?”

She nodded with a grin. “Quite good, Go’el. Refreshed.” Aggra looked at Jaina, smiling. “And I see you and the lovely Lord-Admiral feel the same.”

Thrall rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging and Jaina blushed. Anduin’s panic defused when he realized that there was no ill will amongst any of them. He sighed with relief, still coming to terms with this unique arrangement he found himself in. 

“Jaina and I were going to rent a pair of rooms at the inn. You two get yourselves refreshed and then join us when you’re ready,” Thrall said. He looked at Anduin. “If you’re willing, of course.”

Jaina gave him a nod and a smile. “Of course. We will be along shortly.” He gave an awkward laugh. “I suppose we should make a hasty retreat before the poor owner of this barn comes along.”

Thrall chuckled and turned, exiting the barn along with Jaina. Anduin looked back at Aggra and saw that she was already dressing herself. “Well? We’d best not keep them waiting,” she said with a wry smile. 

Anduin gave a tired, exaggerated sigh as he began changing. “I don’t know how Thrall alone can keep up with your appetites.” 

She laughed boisterously. “It’s a good thing I have the three of you to satisfy me then.”

Anduin shook his head, knowing he was going to be very tired in the morning.

The human king and orcess eventually found their way back to the inn. Most of the festivities had died down by now and many denizens had cleared out of Southshore. They were among the only two still wearing their masks as they found themselves on the second floor of the inn. 

Anduin tugged at his collar and rapped his knuckles on the door of one of the two bedrooms Thrall and Jaina had rented for the night. He got no response at first. He looked at Aggra and she shrugged, so he knocked again, louder this time. 

The door suddenly drew open and Jaina hastily took both of them by the hand and practically dragged them both into the room, slamming the door shut behind them. Before Anduin could utter a single word, Jaina had already lifted up his mask and flung it aside. Her lips were on his and Anduin gave a startled sound as she kissed him with passion. 

Jaina pulled back from the kiss, blushing. “Sorry, Anduin.” She rubbed his arms. 

He looked down at her, taking in her nude form. He was in perpetual awe at how gorgeous his auntie’s body was. She was nearly old enough to be his mother, but she had the body of a younger woman still. 

He brushed his thumbs over her perfectly-formed breasts and her luscious pink nipples. He smiled when he felt her shiver with excitement from the contact. “Is my auntie feeling needy?”

She chewed her lip, nodding like a shy schoolgirl. She worked on helping him remove his shirt, brushing one of her hands over the tenting erection in his pants. Jaina looked back over her shoulder at Thrall. Aggra was straddled on his lap, the bonded orcs kissing each other and lightly nipping each other with their small tusks. 

Looking back at Anduin, she spoke breathily, “I want you and Thrall…at the same time. Are you…comfortable with that?”

Anduin was surprised at the request, but he eagerly nodded, sharing a knowing look with the former warchief. He would’ve agreed to just about anything his auntie proposed for him at that moment. 

Aggra stopped kissing her husband upon hearing Jaina’s proposition. “Oh Spirits, that is an enticing idea. I’m going to need to get a good view of this.”

“You don’t mind watching, my love?” Thrall asked, rubbing her back.

Aggra had already sprung to her feet and sat herself in a wooden chair in the corner of the room, giving herself the best view of what was about to transpire on the large bed. 

“So…what are you waiting for?” Aggra asked the orc and two humans with an eager smirk. She kicked off her undergarments, opening up her legs as she started rubbing her orange cunt. 

Thrall muttered something unintelligible under his breath and shook his head. Jaina smiled, eagerly taking Anduin by the hand and leading him to the bed. Thrall was jerking his throbbing green cock and Anduin got a brief glimpse of it. Though Aggra had told him not to do so, Anduin could not help but feel slightly self-conscious in the orc’s presence. Thrall was bigger than him, to be sure, even if Anduin knew he was not exactly small himself. Though if there was any sense of superiority from the orc male, Thrall did not seem to show it. He gave Anduin a nod that was almost brotherly as he admired the lovely human woman who was to be shared between them. 

Jaina helped Anduin loosen his pants as he stepped out of them, his flushed pink cock springing to attention. Her horny archmage licked her lips upon seeing her “nephew’s” member again, reaching down and stroking it. Any insecurities he had melted away when he saw that his auntie was genuinely attracted to him, her eyes tracing lustfully over his toned body.

She leaned her head down and let spit drip from her mouth and down onto his cock. She rubbed her spit over his tool to get it shiny and slick along with his precum. “I want you inside me, Anduin,” she whispered. “Down here.” She touched herself between her legs, using two fingers to separate the delicate pink folds of her sex. Anduin nodded readily. 

Jaina got on top of the bed, scooting up to where Thrall was reclined against the pillows, masturbating himself as he waited for her. She crawled toward him on her hands and knees whilst Anduin positioned himself behind her at the opposite end of the bed. Anduin put his hands on her curvy ass, using his thumbs to spread her shaven pink pussy open. He could see how drenched she already was. 

Anduin rubbed the mushroom-shaped head of his peach-colored cock up and down her glistening pussy lips. “Is this a bad time for you, auntie? Should I pull out when I, you know…?”

Jaina was rubbing Thrall’s hard green prick against her cheek. She looked over her shoulder at Anduin. “I don’t want you to,” she purred. 

That did not exactly answer her question. Realizing that he was still hesitant, she looked back at him with the most mischievous expression she’d ever given him. “Does it not get your blood pumping, my sweet boy? I’m so fertile right now. You and I could make the next heir to the throne right here, right now. If you want to.” She shook her lovely ass at him for good measure. 

Something primal snapped in Anduin. He wrapped his hands around her hips, pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy and slammed his way inside her. Jaina threw her snowy blond hair back and let out a loud moan. At the other end, Thrall grinned, tangling his fingers in her hair guiding her to his cock. She breathily began licking and lapping at his thick green shaft as Anduin began pounding away at her from the other end. 

“My auntie is such a whore,” Anduin playfully taunted. “Begging for her king to put a bastard in her belly while she pleasures a former warchief.” 

Jaina popped the tip of Thrall’s cock from her lips, moaning, “oh yes. I am such a whore. And I need to be punished.” 

Playing into it, Thrall gave her a fiendish grin of his own and shoved her mouth onto the first few inches of his cock, her cheeks bulging as she gagged on his thick orcish cock. His length and thickness was too much for her to handle for long without choking, and Thrall mercifully let her pull back to suck in gasps of air before repeating this again. But judging from Jaina’s moans, the rough treatment was immensely arousing to her. 

Aggra was rubbing her wet orange pussy hard from the sight before her. Her Go’el and the young king were both working up a sweat as they pounded the gorgeous human woman from both ends. Anduin’s skinny hips clapped against his auntie’s luscious ass, his long pale cock pumping in and out of her dripping pink pussy. At the other hand, Jaina was gobbling as much orc cock as she possibly could, moaning around the green cockmeat as her nephew’s skilled motions were pulling whimpers and moans from her cock-filled lips. 

Anduin dipped his fingers down underneath Jaina’s hips and she sharply gasped with delight, drooling around Thrall’s thick green cock. It didn’t take much guessing for Aggra to know that Anduin was busying himself with rubbing the older human woman’s sensitive clitty while pumping a nice rhythm in and out of her love tunnel with his cock. This attentiveness from Anduin impressed Aggra; most males of any race were too stubborn to acknowledge that there was only so much their manhoods alone could achieve for a female’s pleasure. The human king, despite his youth, wasn’t too proud to put his fingers to work in tandem with his cock. And the results from both his blissed-out auntie spoke for themselves. 

Of course, slurping and slobbering all over Thrall’s cock only sent the lovely lord-admiral even deeper into the throes of ecstasy. She gazed up at her orcish lover with passionate doe eyes, even as her head bobbed up and down his green shaft. Thrall smiled down at her in turn, his hand on the back of her snowy blond head to guide her movements in sucking him. 

Aggra bit her lip with her sharp canines so hard it was nearly enough to draw blood. Her fingers were working up a frenzy as she rubbed herself. Beneath the spitroast taking place atop the bed, Aggra saw a steady leakage of Jaina’s pussy juices dripping down onto the bedfurs beneath her. Aggra decided at once that such a waste was unacceptable. 

Stealthily, so as not to disturb any of the participants in this arousing threesome, Aggra stood up from her chair, halting her own cuckquean show for the time being. Thrall noticed her get up onto the bed, his face questioning what his mischievous wife was up to. Aggra gave him a wink and he shook his head with a snort, continuing to push his cock past Jaina’s plush lips over and over again. 

Anduin opened his eyes and saw Aggra in front of him. He looked at her questioningly.

Aggra put a finger to his lips with a wry smirk. “I think your auntie’s squeals will make things clear in a moment,” she whispered. 

The muscular mag’har orcess slipped herself underneath the human woman on her hands and knees. After a couple moments, Jaina’s eyes widened and she choked around Thrall’s thick green cock. And at the other end, down below, Anduin felt a deft, vigorous tongue lash and flick at his shaft each time it slid out of his auntie’s tight juicy pussy. This combined with the more desperate and needy moans of pleasure from Jaina’s mouth confirmed to him that Aggra was currently tonguing at her clit while he was fucking her. 

“Oh f- fuck!” Jaina moaned before she filled her mouth and throat with Thrall’s meat once more, a bulge appearing and disappearing in her throat each time she bobbed her head up and down his cock. 

Jaina was in a world of bliss as she felt the orcess’ talented tongue flicking at her clit with each push and thrust of Anduin’s cock inside her. Though sapphic action with the orcess was still a relatively new world for her, the sensations could not be denied, especially in tandem with her handsome nephew’s dick sliding in and out of her. The dual sensations swiftly propelled her to her first climax, squealing around Thrall’s cock. 

Aggra hummed with delight as she tasted the tart flavor of the human woman’s juices on her tongue as she licked and lapped at her cock-filled pussy. She could taste a tinge of the human king’s precum on her taste buds as well. When the lord-admiral’s moans and quivering made her realize she was climaxing, she sealed her lips around the human woman’s pink clitty and sucked it as she came in her mouth. 

Anduin was next to reach his peak. Jaina’s tightness was becoming too much for him to bear. He sped up his pace, his hips slapping against his beautiful auntie’s ass as he gripped her waist. He leaned over her huffing as he pumped his cock in and out of her wet pussy faster, harder. And hearing her squeal and moan around Thrall’s cock when she climaxed was enough to set him off a few moments later. 

Any attempt to be responsible and pull out of her was long gone. The moment he felt his balls churn and his seed rush up his cock, Anduin pushed himself as deep inside her as he could and blew his load into his auntie’s fertile pussy, gasping for air as he did. Jaina moaned the moment she felt his warm, thick baby batter filling her cunt, pushing herself back at him so that he could shoot his seed deep. 

Thrall was the last of the trio to reach his peak. Despite Jaina’s limited ability to orally handle his size, she made up for it with enthusiasm and an uncharacteristically whorish vigor. It took all his willpower not to pop off the moment her lovely human eyes gazed up while bobbing her head up and down his shaft. 

“Jaina!” he gave a single gasp of warning before the first powerful spurt of his cum blasting from the fat green bell-end of his cock, pouring down her throat. Her eyes widened and her throat worked tirelessly to gulp down every salty, creamy rope of his semen that filled her mouth. After firing the first few bursts into her mouth, Thrall hastily extracted himself from her lips with a wet pop, his cock twitching and shooting the last few streaks of orcish cum onto Jaina’s gasping face, forehead, and her platinum hair. 

The two humans and one orc came down from their collective highs. Thrall let out a sigh and jerked off the last few drops of his seed into Jaina’s panting open mouth. Jaina licked her lips of the orc cum, using her fingers to scoop up and swallow down the streaks of cum that Thrall had covered her face with. Anduin at the other end slipped himself out of Jaina’s pussy as cum leaked from her well-fucked sex, collapsing onto the bed next to her as he struggled to collect himself. 

Unseen by the others, Aggra snuck herself out from underneath Jaina’s quivering, glistening form. She grinned as she tasted the sweet juices of the human woman still lingering on her tongue. She smiled at her burly orc husband who shared a glance with her as he rested against the pillows. Turning her gaze to Jaina’s spread-open legs and the king’s seed leaking from her cunt, Aggra endeavored to sate her current hunger. 

“Oh…Aggra…wow, yes…”

Anduin opened his eyes and saw the orcess’ ponytail bobbing up and down between the human woman’s creamy thighs. The orcess was licking and lapping at her sperm-filled pussy, eating his own cum out of her. He had caught a glimpse of some intimacy shared between the human and orc women during the mishap with the massage, but he was getting a front row seat of more of it, and it was enough to feel himself start to grow hard once more. Judging from a brief glance at Thrall, he appeared to feel the same way. 

Anduin stepped aside from the arousing sight to get himself a drink of water, wiping sweat from his brow. When he turned around again, he saw that Aggra had risen up from between Jaina’s legs, whispering something unintelligible. Whatever she told her, however, seemed to make Jaina blush and nod. 

As he watched, Jaina murmured out an incantation while closing her eyes. He did not understand what she was doing at first until he heard Aggra gasp. A moment later, his eyes widened with surprise when he saw a copper-colored phallus emerging from Aggra’s crotch just above her pussy. Once Aggra’s magically-conjured penis had extended to its full length - roughly the size of Anduin’s own manhood - Jaina opened her eyes and took a deep breath as she finished the spell. 

What followed was one of the most oddly arousing displays the young king had seen. He sat himself in the other chair in the room, masturbating his cock. Thrall did the same in the opposite chair on the other side of the room likewise. On the bed, Aggra had both of her hands on the back of Jaina head as she was roughly fucking the human woman’s mouth. Spit dribbled out from Jaina’s lips as she reached down and furiously fingered her pink pussy as the orcess fucked her mouth and throat with her magic temporary futa cock. 

“Mm! Mmhmm…” Jaina moaned in her throat as her head bobbed up and down the orcess’ bronze spit-slick shaft. 

“Spirits, what a talented mouth!” Aggra groaned, running her hands through Jaina’s silky tresses. She looked over at Thrall. “What do you think, husband? Want to see a human strumpet get a proper mating from a mag’har?”

Thrall rolled his eyes at his wife’s playful challenge, even as he continued jerking his thick cock. “How could I say no to that, Aggra?” 

Yanking her prick from Jaina’s gasping lips, she yelped with surprise when Aggra upended Jaina’s body, bending her beautiful nude form back onto the bed until her legs were bent backwards and her ass was in the air. Aggra gripped Jaina’s inner thighs and positioned herself about the human woman, slapping her wet orange prick against Jaina’s juicy pink sex. 

Anduin jerked himself off even harder the moment Aggra sank herself into Jaina’s tight pink depths to the sound of the archmage’s serene moan. After Aggra sank herself as deep inside her as she could and reacclimated herself to the sensation of being sheathed inside another woman proper, she began to pile-drive the human woman with gusto. As the two males in the room watched, Aggra pounded the human woman into the bed, as both pairs of breasts from both women rocked and danced with the orcess’ rapid fucking. 

The mag’har orcess’ stamina was impressive, as Anduin and Thrall watched Thrall’s wife passionately mate Jaina’s tight body. But even she could not hold out forever. Jaina naturally climaxed first, as she almost always did with a singsong cry of pleasure. Aggra soon followed, burying herself inside the archmage and shooting her own milky artificially-conjured semen inside her. Jaina cooed with bliss from the sensation of the orcess adding her own load to what remained of Anduin and Thrall’s loads inside her womb. Aggra’s load at least was not capable of knocking her up, but that did not stop the horny orcess from trying. She leaned forward, gripping Jaina’s inner thighs tightly as she emptied herself inside Jaina’s pussy and whispered playful promises of putting a mag’har orcling inside her - salacious words that made Jaina shiver as her climax abated. 

After the debauchery between the two females, and a few minutes of Jaina and Aggra kissing each other, the foursome took a break to rest, refresh and clean themselves off. But at Aggra’s insistence, it did not last long. Nor did the others want it to either. None of them knew what tomorrow entailed, and they wanted to treat their sordid night like it would be the last one they would ever get. 

They re-arranged themselves atop the bed shortly thereafter, and once again, Jaina found herself to be the centerpiece. Not that she would have it any other way.

Jaina could not form a coherent thought at that very moment, her brain having been turned to mush from the whirlwind of pleasure she was being subjected to. She had already climaxed once, and she doubted it would be the last time. 

She was at the center of three bodies - one green, one copper, and one peach. And all three of her holes were filled by her three lovers. 

Anduin was standing up atop the bed, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. Jaina’s eyes gazed lovingly up at her handsome “nephew”, swirling her tongue around his shaft and curling it around his sensitive cockhead each time he pushed in, her pink lips wrapped around his member. The blond-haired young man smiled down at her and ran a hand through her platinum hair as she nursed his prick. 

Thrall was on his back, filling her pussy with his green girth as he pumped his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of her while he leaned up and sucked one of her pink nipples. Behind Jaina, Aggra filled her tight asshole with her conjured cock while kneeling behind Jaina, letting out husky feminine moans from sensation of the human woman’s exquisite tightness around her member. Thrall and Aggra seesawed Jaina’s body back and forth between them atop the bed, her comparatively smaller body bouncing between their green and copper-skinned bodies while she turned her head to the side, moaning around her “nephew’s” ample prick.  

Though all four of them were running on fumes at this point as their energy dwindled, sheer lustful passion propelled all of them onwards. Jaina having all three holes filled could not handle the overstimulation any longer, moaning passionately around Anduin’s pink cock as the mother of all orgasms wracked her body. This was the catalyst to set off the rest of her mismatched lovers. 

Thrall buried his head into Jaina’s shoulder, slamming his eyes shut as her tight pink sheath milked whatever cum remained in his balls, thick, filling gushes of orc seed inundating her womb and drenching her sex. Aggra likewise blasting ropes of her creamy magical essence into Jaina’s rectum. She and Thrall continued to gently rock Jaina’s body back and forth even as her tight holes milked their cocks of every drop of seed. Anduin was the last to pop off, throwing his blond head back as he filled his auntie’s gullet with his own creamy, salty gift. Her eyes peered up at him with loving ardor as she drank down every last drop that the handsome young man had to give her. Jaina’s body bloomed with warmth as she was filled with hot seed from every end. 

All four could not stay awake much longer after that. Jaina and Anduin found themselves passed out in one of the two beds - they could not recall which. Thrall and Aggra somehow ended up in the other as they slept well into the morning.

Jaina awoke to the sound of birds chirping just outside their window. She turned over on her side and saw Anduin’s chest rising and falling as he peacefully slept, realizing at once that none of what had transpired the prior night had been a dream. 

She smiled and leaned over to plant a kiss on his forehead as he slept. Stretching herself out, the current ruler of Kul’tiras looked around for Thrall and Aggra, but saw no sign of them. She padded over to the adjacent room that connected to theirs and opened the door. Instead of finding them, however, she saw that the bed had been rearranged and the two orcs were nowhere to be found. 

Puzzled and beginning to feel dejected, Jaina wandered back into the other room with Anduin and noticed a hand-written note on the end table. She picked it up and read it. 

“Jaina and Anduin,

We apologize for leaving in the middle of the night, but we had to return home to Durak and Rehze. Whatever may transpire or wherever the winds of fate may take us, know that we will always cherish the bond that we now share with the both of you. Our home in Nagrand will always be a welcome place for you anytime. 

P.S. Aggra insists that we have potions of replenishment ready next time.

Spirits bless both of you.

~Go’el & Aggralan”

Jaina smiled with warm relief and set aside the note. She rubbed at her lower belly, pondering for some time. She was very fertile at the moment, and she had been creampied more times last night than she had in years combined. Even if Aggra’s artificial seed could be discounted from the equation, she would still be surprised if she was not impregnated by either Thrall or Anduin. 

There was still that responsible, rational side of herself that was urging her to drink a potion or cast a spell, while she still had time to do so the morning after her fun. She even began murmuring the incantation for one, but stopped herself midway through. 

Jaina looked at Anduin blissfully sleeping on the bed next to her, as well as at the note that Thrall and Aggra had left for her on the table. She shook her head, deciding at that moment that she wanted to leave this outcome to the whims of fate for once. She grew tired of operating every facet of her life according to her position or at the behest of others. For once, she wanted to simply let the chips fall where they may.

Even if the result was for her to give birth to either a half-orc or the king’s bastard in nine months’ time. If such an eventuality came to pass, Jaina would still be happier than she was in a long time.

Despite the strange circumstances that had led to her sharing herself with these three, she would not trade it for the world.

THE END