New Throne for High Priestess Ch. 06

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Warchief-Current

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That's what I'm saying, you want to take your horde, "The Orcs" to the next level, I mean real next level, not some bullshit takeover of some town no-one gives a shit about..

You gotta take the prized women of the other races and have them want you

And you know what?

You don't need all of them...you don't even need a few

You just need one...

Tyrande Whisperwind...

The ultimate ice queen

No, no I know Jaina is the ice mage, ice queen means gorgeous but cold, all about elune, wont go on a date, husband always sleeping

I know, Jaina, but you know what? Fuck Jaina

And here's why

She doesn't live forever, too young, too fragile

Too easy, unimpressive

No no no... you need something that fucks the mind of everybody

Who better than Whisperwind, 13,000 years old? She's never fucked around? Never ever?

You get her liking Orc, I mean real addiction

That'll change everything

They'll all fear you

And if you play it right

They'll all respect you

But here's the key, you cant just break her completely... no no no no, you might as well kill her

Okay... well you're gonna have to break her kinda, away from Elune... look break, shatter, whatever, do it, but do it once, do it fucking hard, and make her turn away.. don't keep doing it though, turn her brain into soup

No body respects a complete idiot, it'll change nothing, just make you guys look like heartless savages

You cant go all berserker on her from day one either, I don't care how legendary she is, you gotta tell your men that's the most important thing about this whole thing

Go too hard too fast, she'll clam up, and you'll break her in the bad way... you're off to a bad start.. trauma n shit

Work her, throw her in the cold water... then get her, and throw her in deeper water... but get her... massage her... open her up... make her feel comfortable..

Put it in her mind that elune cut her off, or she has to abandon it.. or she has to surrender, or whatever... elune loves her, that wont ever change, elune will go on being elune, passively giving her strength yada yada

But make it so she cant face her... make her submit...

You gotta hit her just right, you gotta break her off, you gotta make her want it.. you gotta make her crave it.. fucking hunger for it

Your men all have-to-be-on-POINT

They all have a seam, you gotta find it and tug

I cant tell you whats her seam, what shes gonna unravel from

But I tell you what.. you put it in her ass, and just in her ass... I have a feeling

See where it goes.. remember, no breaking her, boys gotta be gentle... break her in, you know... but use the good ones you got to really open her up... fanatic like that, never experienced a good hard pounding, she'll come around... and when you got her loving it. Make her a legend..

Your plan about the public stuff, it's a good plan.. but who is she close with, use them instead.. myth is a lot stronger sometimes... use your brain, Warchief, you gotta make that call. I cant tell you all the moves, alright?

You need to play it by ear...

That means change as you go, observe...

Get her, and the world is your oyster

She's the last woman on the planet that would ever go near you guys

Get her riding Orc, night elf? Snobbiest race of all? Fucking hell

Anyways, that's what I think

Whatever you do, don't turn her into a fucking idiot... that's like killing her. yeah, you tortured her out of her mind, good fucking job..

Alright???

I know, I know.. just think of it this way, whats the worst that can happen. Eh?

I thought I was talking to the Warchief here, not some pussy

Alrightalright, listen to me, broads like that, living that long.. they gotta have a weakness, its impossible... find it, and use it against them..

That's why, go with anal, that's a good place to start... forbidden shit, get her off on that, you just gotta do it once... and that'll be it man.......... maybe she's a butt-slut

Look, I'm not a fortune teller, alright??? You're a big boy. Figure it out

Anyways, I gotta go. You probably wont hear from me after this, so don't forget what I said.

Not because I don't want to, you're a cool guy warchief.. but I got a lotta shit to do

Remember, they gotta be ON POINT

Nooooooo flying off the handle n shit, no torture, get her off good, but you know..

Have fun with her, but ride the line, don't cross it, don't make her like one of those broken unrecognizable shits, that's amateur.. seen it, bored of it...

Or do, whatever, your call

Think about it, the genuine Tyrande Whisperwind, diplomatic, courageous leader, tough negotiator, respected.. likes orc cock... sells itself

Mystical

Let me know how it goes, though. I am curious.. I wanna know what really gets her off

I can tell, there's a real wild-cat hidden beneath her cold stare.

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They let off a little, letting it all sink in, letting her reflect.. letting her put it all into perspective.. meditate on it.. she was okay, she recovered, she was strong. Her years and years and year's worth of wisdom and life experience guiding her through it all..

They gave her what she wanted... they didn't shackle her, they set her free, they fed her, let her thrive.

Days turned to weeks, and she was lurking the forests, once again.

A hearthstone given to her, she accepted it... it was a special stone, one not only for transport back to Orcs, a place, or an individual, but it also can be used to call upon her. It was bound to her now. They knew it was only a matter of time before she used it all by herself...

They were confident, from what they saw, that she'll always come back for more

They were confident because her hunger did not seem to fade. No, her hunger grew, and she was asking for more.

She would actually ask them to bring in one more.

Never demanding, just asking.. wordlessly pointing if she saw another outside.. or gently saying "more" or "I want one more", just a notch above a whisper..

She never made any eye contact when she asked, she had to stare away from whom she was asking... but she asked nevertheless... she wouldn't go as far as to say please or thank you, though... not with words anyway..

She was actually quite lovely when you got to know her, she was warm to the orcs. Her lithe athletic statuesque physique with legs that went on for days was incredibly erotic, especially on her knees, or bent over taking cock, or riding... or even simply walking, she had an elegance and grace that made her a timeless beauty.

She never acted out of character when not in the midst of sexual activity. And she seemed every bit as dangerous

Yet, she had no urge to harm a single orc.

The Orcs, making it as if they had struck a secret deal with Tyrande, mostly withdrew from Darnassus and Teldrassil with relative peace. The damage was very minimal. Whatever was damaged was restored, and the bunkers and prisons disassembled...

Elune was strangely absent from Tyrande's vocabulary... though she did still speak passively of the Goddess...

To the shock and awe of the realm the Orcs surprising decision was celebrated, truly congratulated for showing honor, having displayed their full might, they simply flexed their pride to the world, looking like they were in it for the sport, for the glory. The night-elves weren't entirely ashamed, Afterall, every alliance fraction failed to do anything to stop this. Their world tree in-tact, the people largely not too battered up, even said they held their own, made sure the brutes didn't burn the place down.. they gloated at the fact that they didn't lose a single soldier... some eyes rolled with that one..

The rumors of Tyrande were mostly dismissed as a sort of wild cabin-fever, though her two closest would never exactly backed down from their claims, one look at Tyrande in all her glory (clothed), brought back the trust and pride to her people... they even felt ashamed to have ever paid any heed to the disgusting stories. Feeling silly, foolish, they groveled and swore allegiance once again. But they did notice a slight change in her body language, looking more... at ease.. less stiff.. elegance and grace, and something else, a sort of feminine confidence.. she also displayed a feint fondness to Orcs now. Wishing to create a lasting alliance, she has offered her recognition to the Horde, uniting everyone, it truly looked like world peace at last.

She put the orcs up on a pedestal for keeping true to their word and not harming her people. It was a magnificent accomplishment, a blessing for the Horde. They thrived immensely, but they knew the truth.. and so did she

Curiously, maybe to save face, maybe to just give the benefit of the doubt, the people ignored the fact that the priestess sported a silver tongue stud...

The mark of a cocksucker..

Indeed her people wanted to think, needed to think that their Legendary Leader somehow intimidated them off the island.. they needed that narrative to soothe their fragile egos, eager to see some kind of silver lining in all of this.. Their Alara'shinu

And no, tongue studs did not become a trend despite the high priestess sporting one... everyone seemed to just let it slide.. though they did find themselves staring at it as she spoke in her beautiful cultured voice

And then there was her breath...

Also ignored by the masses, never spoken of, never questioned... refusing to make the association. Nothing, just a curiosity about her that's all, she's always had that... it was in the air, it wasn't her.. orcs lingering smell.. no big deal

Shortly after, Tyrande very uncharacteristically adorned herself with a very small, very subtle yet tasteful piercing, on the right side of her nose, just to adorn herself with something, anything, to mark this milestone...

An Orc satellite encampment near the edge of the forests surrounding Teldrassil were maintaining supplies, primarily lumber, for transport via sea. No real need for it... but having worked out a "sustainable" solution that wasn't too offensive, the encampment, needing about 7 peons for the wood they agreed to harvest, strangely kept 15 and rotated them often, a very easy-going labor force. With that, despite the truce, they kept 8 elite warrior guards, usually two normal grunts would do near a "truce" harvesting satellite.

Still in possession of most of her violent powers (she assumed), she kept those dormant and relied only on her natural peaceful abilities; keen senses, and Shadowmeld.

Her body, seemingly in even better shape, having shed some more body fat from her change in diet and exercise, was jaw dropping. She hadn't had a single deep-fried plantain, she no longer craved them, which did not go unnoticed by the city's vendors. Extraordinarily thin at the waist, her frame was pure sex. Strong legs and bubble butt remained, her breasts a perky c cup, nipples prominent. Her ribs showed slightly

Indeed her immortality allowed her to persist, thrive, without sustenance if need be. But she kept it fed... well fed with only one thing...

And it was in the shadows of these woods where Tyrande would prowl...

Smelling them...

Looking for her new guilty pleasure...

A peon, alone, examining a tree, deciding if he should cut it down or not by incorrectly playing eenie-meenie-miny-mo on the same tree, was starting the night shift, the best shift.

As he turned around to find a tree less-a-lot, there she stood to confront him. A normal response would be to run... and indeed he would have if she took one more step at him. No, she just stood there, looking on, fully nude.. having appeared out of the shadows before him, tiara shining, earrings dazzling.... Nothing else on

It has been a full day since she's had a taste...

She'd been abstaining from over-indulging, spending her days with her people, but her hunger only grew...

She had a look of lust, her heart pounding inside her chest...

As they both stared deeply into each other's eyes under the moonlight, she sank to her knees, the universal move of a woman that caused any mans heart to leap in his chest..

Infront of him... crawling gently, she got to his loin clothed, and with her teeth, she slowly tugged and tore it away from him

She always wanted to pick a new one... one that has never experienced her

She would never run out of those.. they were always rotated and changed...

She was loving the unlovable, one by one...

The peon, almost falling into a trance, simply stood there. Recognizing the beauty before them, typically they just stand there in awe and enjoy.. they never expect a gift like this, never... so when it finally arrives, they just want to savor every last second of it

Every move was filled with love, with passion, with lust, she would stare at them, taking all her time to slowly and playfully rip away the loin cloth, tugging it like a dog

She had nothing but time.. she wanted each experience to last longer and longer... even her breathing was slow... She's caught her pray, and she will feast upon him all night long..

It was among the trees where she would perform the longest, most passionate sessions of cock worship that a woman can ever give a man....

Tyrande Whisperwind, representing the highest of the Highborne, and the leadership of the Night Elves... getting down on her hands and knees in front of the lowest of the low, Orc Peon

Cloth ever so slowly working its way down, Tyrande tugged lower, tilting her head and leaning to the left, pulling it all away from him

The steaming reek of fat old orc peon balls and cock billowing forth into the cool and crisp night air

Hands, adorned full of precious gemstone rings, lay palm down on the ground as manicured fingernails slightly clawed into the dirt with anticipation

Her heart being the new beat of the drum, now thundered within her legendary chest

Power overwhelming, eyes glowing so brightly it lit up the scene before her

Hanging heavy and low, resting between two massive stinking balls, warts, twice as many as her gemstones, adorning his cock... her eyes took it all in, breathing deeply and filling her soul with his essence

She was relishing the moment, the anticipation building, knowing what she wanted, what she loved, was right in front of her.. and it was all hers.. she is about to begin to feed her dark desires...

Smegma and cock crust, the precum begins to ooze, slowly dissolving whatever it touched and thickening, the first bout beginning to run

On her knees, she dropped her face lower, and lower still while looking up at the tip of his cock.. ass pointing up to the moon, she descended her face whilst craning her neck, in a worshiping pose, like a cat hunting a bird up above. Her hands by his feet, her tongue out, eyes trained on the first drop as it begins to descend slowly, leaving a long thin strand, her highly viscous forbidden fruit dangling from her tree

As it finally approached her waiting tongue, salivating, she began to pant in hunger, finally made contact, hitting right between the tip of her tongue and her tongue stud, she moaned in ecstasy, her hot breath escaping her lips

Her heart filled with overwhelming lust, her core and her sex boomed with a heat that made her groan and flex her back muscles in a complete arch, turning up her bubble butt even higher, now above her head, the bald swollen neglected pussy now faced the moon... her anal star, facing the stars above, she was dying to put a finger inside right then...

But she had something to focus on, something distract herself with, to obsess over... the Highborne rose up slowly as the stars twinkled in the sky, as a gentle breeze rustled the leaves, the only sounds in the forest night... ascending this incredible waterfall, ever so small, ever so potent. The thin strand of precum so viscous it wont break as it hits the ground, just a constant beautiful flow that mesmerized the priestess...

She always loved catching it as it dripped

As she slowly rose in what seems like slow motion, so too did the cock rise... hearing her moans turning him on, he's never heard such beautifully arousing sounds before in all his short 41 years as a peon

It was one of the most stunning sights that has ever existed, the starkest of all contrasts, such unbelievable beauty, uniting with the lowest most grotesque

The fat middle-aged peon feeling for the first time, warm tongue making contact with his now angry erection, just the slightest touch against the tip of his cock sending it jumping, a wad of precum squirting.

Any other being would have been caught by surprise, but the knowing priestess having made delicious contact, leaned back in anticipation. Yes, she is very keen to their reactions, sensing everything with incredible accuracy, her full attention focused in this very moment. Not one other thought existed for the high priestess, nothing else mattered to her right now..

This one will finish if she's not careful, reading his body language and hearing his breathing, his pulse.. many times now has she encountered a moment of pure bliss, staring deep into the eye of a cock mid feast, only to be struck by a wad so impressive it causes her to stumble back onto her bubble butt in shock. She's getting better but still cannot fully prevent the simultaneous blast sometimes... most of the time however she achieves what she desires, a long-lasting session, rich with awesome quantities of her favorite nectar. Usually, she ends up in a frenzy and finishes them off, but lately she has been turning to the elites for relief, allowing her some self control

Tonight, she hungers deeply, and will endeavor to really spoil herself and gorge as much as possible. Elites are near, she need not go into a frenzy.. yet..

Eyes focused intently on her lovers crown, she momentarily bit her lip, tongue coated in the initial wave of precum, salivating, the pool under her tongue growing, she lowers her eyes and sees warts, smegma, her upper lip twitching...

Having successfully pulled away, her hot breath hitting his cock fanning his flames, the squirting begins... catching another squirt in mid air with her tongue, her agility allowing her to catch it picture-perfectly, she pulled back her tongue, collecting it to the back of her mouth, and went in for a slow lick across a half dozen smegma covered warts, taste buds clashing with their crystals... lashing her hot tongue, she gets what she wanted, marking the true beginning of her sick indulgence

She bloomed in a 1000 watt smile, feeling pure joy and happiness she hasn't felt since childhood... she was alive, she was free to do what she pleased, her people were safe, everything was beautiful.. everything was perfect.. and she wanted it this way forever.

The smile turned vicious like a wild cat, finding a spot she hasn't licked yet she dragged her tongue against it.. she was meticulous, she was the peon cock whispering Highborne. This was her Honeymoon. She was enjoying this immensely, savoring the moment, playing with her food.

Letting him meet her, get acquainted with her, she purred, and gave the glistening crown a playful gentle bite before planting the first of many many kisses, right in the beautiful slit. Leaning back flicking her tongue against the crown as she pulled away, expertly stringing along a squirt of precum which hit her teeth during the kiss, reeling the string tight by swirling her tongue around it before pulling tongue in and sucking on it as if sucking on a straw, a move she loves doing, aerating the pool of smegma, precum, and her saliva. As she continued pulling away, her eyes shone bright, rising like the moon over his belly, locking eyes with the peon, she shared a moment of utter love and understanding.