Working the Warchief

A request featuring two orc OCs and Sylvanas from WoW.

For such an elite unit, being a member of the Kor'kron Guard wasn't particularly exciting or eventful. The days were long and hot, and generally involved standing around or patrolling the grounds of the warchief's residence. Boredom was the norm. In the two months that he'd been assigned to Sylvanas there had only been one instance where he'd needed to get physical. A drunken troll had stood outside Grommash Hold shouting to the world, and in great detail no less, what he'd like to do to Sylvanas' body, as well as each and every one of her holes.

He couldn't blame the troll for harboring such desires, but acting like a fool in public? Disturbing his daydreaming? Unacceptable.

Grezz yawned, the sound dull and muffled within his iron helmet. The footsteps of another guard drawing near caused him to straighten up, but when he saw who it was he relaxed.

"Hey Grezz," Krella said, stopping in front of him and the door he was guarding. She was a slim, athletic orc, with armor that molded itself around her curves. Strong and more than just a little pleasing on the eyes, they'd had a casual relationship ever since they were both transferred to Grommash Hold two months ago.

He grunted a greeting. "Where were you? Rubbing one out in a storage room?"

"Nope." There was a long pause before she spoke again. "Did you know that Sylvanas fucks goblins?"

"Uh-huh."

"I'm serious."

"Uh-huh."

She made an irritated noise and grabbed him by the arm. "Come on, I'll show you."

"I'm working here," he complained, resisting her pull.

"You're guarding an empty fucking cell," she snapped. "Come on, it'll only take a minute."

This time he allowed her to drag him away from his post. They hurried through Grommash Hold, venturing deeper and deeper into the massive complex until they were in a largely underutilized section of the building. It was darker and more sparsely decorated, not to mention empty of both guards and workers.

Krella slowed and whispered for him to be quiet. He rolled his eyes but did as he was told, walking on deliberately silent footsteps to a doorway obstructed by nothing more than a leather tapestry made from kodo hide with a slit down the middle. Bringing a finger to her lips, she shushed him again and with that same finger reached out to peel back the tapestry.

He blinked as if dismissing a vision from a dream, but then his eyes widened as he witnessed what Krella had been speaking of. In the middle of the lushly carpeted room were a pair of goblins and the Dark Lady herself. She was riding a female goblin, bouncing herself on what appeared to be a strap-on while she suckled on another goblin's cockhead. The group's moans hit the Kor'kron all at once, loud and dirty, while the wet squelching and slapping of Sylvanas' body reverberated around the room.

They watched for only a few seconds before Krella delicately put the tapestry back in place and tiptoed away. He followed, and once they were far enough away he took a big gulp of air, realizing that he'd been holding his breath.

"See?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said slowly, a hint of acid creeping into his voice. "I've heard rumors about her and orcs and worgen, but goblins?"

Krella shrugged. "Orc dick, goblin dick--so she likes a bit of everything?"

"Would you fuck a goblin?"

"No. I don't think so." She laughed a little. "Why do you care? We aren't exclusive are we?"

"We aren't. But--"

"You're mad she's not fucking you? We've only been here for a couple months. She probably doesn't even know your name."

"Two months is long enough," he said. "Two months I've been standing in front of this door while she's been fucking a couple of goblins." He shook his head. "I'm gonna get under that cape of hers, Krella. Follow my lead and we both will."

Krella disregarded his comment with a shrug. "Whatever you say big boy. Now, about that storage room..."

A week of nothing at all went by. Grezz did his job like normal, but whenever he got the chance he'd steal lewd glances at the Dark Lady and those impossible curves of hers which strained against her armor. Unfortunately, those opportunities didn't come up very often. There were few times he got to see her, much less talk to her, for Sylvanas moved like a shadow; and so he resolved to make his move on the one day of the week he was guaranteed to see her up close: during inspection. Krella had advised him against it, but he'd worked on her for days and got her on board. They both wanted to fuck the warchief, and he was going to make it happen.

During inspection, Sylvanas carefully appraised the Kor'kron, her gaze hard, her boots drawing circles around them, and her hands clasped loosely behind her back. Naturally, she found nothing worth reprimanding them for, and had expected nothing less. Their armor was well shined, their posture perfect, their eyes staring obediently ahead of them. They were supposed to be the best of the orcish army, and she held them to appropriately high standards.

The whole thing was over almost as soon as it began. She barked a few new orders regarding their posts and then waved a hand. "Dismissed."

The Kor'kron filed out of the room, throwing curious glances back at Grezz and Krella. Neither of them moved to join their fellow guards, and instead remained at attention until finally it was just the two of them remaining. He could sense that she was nervous. Surprisingly, he was not.

That changed when Sylvanas turned back to look at them, the red pits of her eyes glowing like flames within her lovely face. She scanned back and forth between them expectantly.

"Yes?" she asked.

Her features were stern, her tone no-nonsense, but there appeared to be a glimmer of amusement beneath her harsh veneer. No doubt she sensed their unease.

"Warchief," he began, and then hesitated.

"Is there something you need?" she asked.

"Not exactly. Me and my partner were just wondering if you needed any help with more private matters. Anything at all."

Sylvanas' eyes slowly channeled themselves upon Krella, who tensed up and gave a sharp nod of agreement. "I have no need of such help," she said with a wave of her hand. "You are both dismissed."

"We'll do just as good a job as those goblins," Krella blurted.

Sylvanas turned and eyed the female orc. "Goblins?"

By this point both Kor'kron were sweating. Why did Krella have to show him that threesome? Why did Grezz have to come up with this shitty plan?

"You spied on me? Your warchief?"

Krella's eyes widened and her head shook back and forth so fast her purple hair whipped around. "No! I was just patrolling and..."

"And?"

"I got lost... and I heard noises. I didn't mean to."

Sylvanas folded her arms under her impressive bust. "I see. And you two figured I would just spread my legs if asked?" Her eyebrows were raised, but despite the anger in her voice it looked as if she were enjoying watching them squirm.

"We just wanted to let you know that you can use us as you please... for that sort of thing," Grezz said, attempting to diffuse her anger.

Sylvanas laughed. It was a curt, feminine laugh, but felt queerly out of place coming from the dark and deadly Banshee Queen. "How noble." She turned then, and without her cloak on they got an eyeful of her ass straining against the leather of her trousers, large and round and undulating as she walked. "I take what I please. However, I also admire the bold, and it's been weeks since I've last had orc."

"So..."

She half-turned to face them. "So I'll make a deal with the two of you fools: we'll have some fun together, but if you don't satisfy me properly I'll ship you off to chop wood with the peons in Ashenvale. Understood?"

Grezz and Krella exchanged a look, then turned to Sylvanas and nodded.

The Dark Lady's lips curved into an unnerving smile, revealing a pair of sharp elven canines. "Follow me."

She led them into the dimly lit chamber that they had spied her in a week prior. It was sparsely decorated, with animal pelts furnishing the walls and a huge rug of stitched-together animal hide upon the floor. They lined up as if for inspection again, and this time Sylvanas seemed less austere and more eager, as if she was actually looking forward to getting fucked. According to rumors she was a nympho, so this wasn't totally surprising. And though they were eager to make love to the Dark Lady, her threat of reducing the two of them to peons did not escape them. But, like all orcs, they seized upon this challenge as motivation.

Sylvanas stood tall and imperiously, a little smirk on her face. She had nice long legs and overflowing cleavage that fought against the confines of her armor. It was odd that she wasn't wearing her usual cloak, but as such her silvery-blonde hair fell freely over her shoulders, almost scandalous given her propensity to hide it within her hood.

"Strip," she ordered. "Both of you."

They shed their armor and stripped down to their bare skin quicker than they ever had before. When they were through, Sylvanas inspected them for the second time that day, taking in the two orcs with hungry eyes.

Above average in height and rather muscular, Grezz had a body that most orcish women would be quite taken with. The hair on his chest was as black as the hair on his head, his skin a deep green, his eyes hazel, and while his face was not conventionally attractive, it was ruggedly handsome in a way that Sylvanas found pleasing. She wet her lips and turned her attention towards the female orc in front of her.

Krella was just as tall as her partner, and although she was fairly muscular in her own right, the womanly aspect of her curves was just as pronounced. There was, in a sense, a rugged attractiveness to her as well, but this was primarily due to her race, which was inherently different than the elegant elven standard Sylvanas was still accustomed to. She had a warrior's body, with strong arms and legs, but her green skin, lighter than Grezz's, appeared soft. Her breasts, while not exactly large, were full and of a respectable size. Dark purple hair framed a feminine face, tiny tusks, and amber eyes that glowed with a robust spirit that Sylvanas hoped carried over into the bedroom.

The two of them would do nicely.

Removing her gloves and tossing them onto a nearby desk, Sylvanas sauntered towards them, running her hands over Grezz's bare chest. For a moment she admired the firmness of those muscular planes, but then her hands ventured downwards until they were cupping his balls and stroking his manhood. Through her skill and his own healthy libido, he was hard as a rock in no time at all and dripping pre-cum onto her fingers. She gave him one final squeeze of the balls and one last stroke of his cock before stepping over and turning her attention to Krella.

Sylvanas fondled her much the same, groping the orc's breasts, squeezing them and hefting them in her hands as if evaluating fine fruit. They were as nice to feel as they were to look at, and she nodded approvingly. She reached around the orc, grabbing great handfuls of her ass. Krella tensed, hardening her glutes, but then she relaxed and allowed Sylvanas to do as she pleased, kneading her cheeks and giving one a sharp slap that made her nearly jump.

Then, she slipped a hand down between Krella's legs, through a tiny, well maintained tuft of purple hair, and slipped a finger along the length of her slit. It was a brief touch, but the orc gasped, lightly, and Sylvanas smiled.

Stepping back and away from them, she nodded again. "You'll both do fine." She raised her arms in an inviting gesture. "Now, come and strip your warchief."

This was an order they were all too happy to carry out. Eager green hands pawed at her armor, careful but quick, taking her apart piece by piece and setting her armor upon the table. More and more of her blue skin revealed itself. Glimpses of toned arms, wide womanly hips, a slender neck, powerful thighs, a beautifully carved stomach, and, at last, the entirety of her naked figure.

Tall and deadly beautiful, Sylvanas was only a few inches shorter than the duo of orcs, with large, full breasts hanging deliciously atop her chest that were crowned with purple nipples. Her tits were as proud as she was, and as a whole she was very much the perfect picture of elven sex appeal. Lithe, graceful, but carved into a healthy shape of muscles and absurd curves.

Krella, who had maneuvered herself behind the Dark Lady while stripping her, admired the muscular tone of her back with her hands, venturing down past a small waist, flared hips, and settling upon the great bubbly cheeks of Sylvanas' behind.

"I don't know what you ate or what your exercise regimen was back in Quel'thalas, but your ass sure is fat," Krella said, and then hesitated. "In a good way I mean. No offense intended."

"None taken," Sylvanas replied, her attention focused upon Grezz's hands as they groped at her breasts. Each was a good handful even for the large orc, and when he pinched at her nipples she felt a surge of pleasure flow through her.

Four hands worked her body into a fever, squeezing and kneading at the flesh of her ass, the swell of her big tits. And all the while she could feel the male orc's throbbing erection pressing against her abs, dribbling pre-cum onto them. She looked down at it, feeling a profound desire to suck it and taste his seed, but he drew her into a kiss that she did not resist. Deep and hot, she sought his tongue and sucked on that instead, and when she felt another tongue licking at her ass cheeks, trailing between them and licking at her little hole, she moaned.

Krella gripped Sylvanas' thick cheeks and spread them, squeezed them as she ate out her warchief with an almost insatiable hunger. She tasted her, made her squirm back against her face, and after a minute or so she gave Sylvanas a hard slap on the ass and then stood up. Grezz was grinding himself against her, teasing his cock against her stomach while he kissed her, and when Krella stood up she followed suit, pressing her breasts into Sylvanas' back and rolling her hips so that her clit rubbed against the large hump of Sylvanas' ass.

The two orcs sandwiched the warchief's smaller body, kissed her lips, her shoulders, her neck. They formed a debaucherous mass that grew wetter by the second, and when Krella slipped her hand down between Sylvanas' thighs to feel at her hot wetness, Sylvanas shuddered and forcibly broke away from them.

"Enough of that," she said. Sinking to her knees in front of Grezz, she channeled her sight upon the green appendage jutting out in front of her like a one eyed beast. She brought a finger to the tip of his cock, pressing it against his slit and smearing a dollop of pre-cum leaking from it. "Well, you're certainly an orc," she mused.

She reached out and grasped it, holding it firmly at its thick base. As she'd been with many orcs before, the weight and feel of it was familiar but no less pleasing. Long, fat, and hard with great pulsing veins beneath its emerald skin, Grezz's cock exuded an aura of masculinity that she couldn't help but crave.

Three long strokes of the hand served to varnish his shaft in a glossy layer of pre-cum that dribbled heavily and easily from its source. Her hands moved to his hips, her full lips to his broad cockhead, engulfing him in a cloak of warmth and saliva. Her mouth opened wide around him, taking every inch of him slowly and deliberately. Not due to any real difficulty, but simply because she wanted to thoroughly taste him, to make him squirm as she swallowed his cock whole.

Grezz groaned, watching with wide eyed amazement as the Dark Lady sucked his dick down her throat like it was nothing, her plump lips creeping forward until there was nothing left to take. And when every inch had been devoured, she looked up at him with those simmering red eyes, her lips and nose pressed against his groin without the slightest hint of strain upon her face, her throat distended with the shape of his cock.

She swallowed, flexing the muscles of her throat, slithering her hidden tongue beneath the slab of manhood wrapped around her lips, and after half a minute or so of nursing his cock within her mouth she pulled away. Slowly, her eyes never leaving his, she retreated from his tool until it fell from her lips with a sharp pop. An abundance of spittle bridged the gap between mouth and cockhead, and so she licked her lips in a highly unladylike manner whilst bringing a hand up to grasp at his shaft. She stroked it with long pulls of the hand and glanced over at Krella who was watching with just as much amazement as her partner was.

"Care to join me?" she asked, taking the orc's cock back into her mouth and noisily slurping on the head.

"Fuck yeah." Grinning, Krella dropped down to her knees next to Sylvanas. The warchief made room for her underling, scooting aside so that they could both properly attend to Grezz's manhood.

While Sylvanas continued to suck on the bulbous tip of his cock, Krella instead used her tongue to bathe him in her saliva, drawing long lines of spit across his girth and ducking beneath to lap at the neglected underside.

The two women worked well as a team, orc and elf, sucking and licking and kissing the hulking meat before them. And when the Dark Lady craved more and inched her plum colored lips further down the monstrous green length of his shaft, Krella fell back closer and closer to the base, until she was lapping at Grezz's balls, suckling on each of his testicles like she couldn't get enough. Her nose inhaled his scent, her mouth tasted him, and while she worshiped his sack Sylvanas throated him with complete ease.

It was almost too much, too good. Grezz struggled not to blow his hot load down Sylvanas' throat right then and there. He tried to close his eyes to get the image of them devouring his cock and balls out of his mind, but whenever he did so Sylvanas would only intensify her whorish ministrations and dig her nails into his skin.

There could be no doubt that the rumors were true. The Dark Lady sucked dick beyond the level of any expert whore, and on top of that she craved it. How many other Kor'kron, worgen prisoners, or other such beasts she had lain with he did not know, but with how skillfully she used her mouth, how hungrily she devoured his cock, it was clearly an order of magnitude even greater than the rumors would have one believe.

Cursing, he gripped them both by the head, one hand fisting purple locks and the other blonde. He pulled them both away from him and instructed Sylvanas to open wide.

A faint curve of her lips pulled at her regal, almost smug face. Then she obeyed, tilting her head up slightly and issuing forth her tongue in invitation. He took it, slapping his fat cockhead against her tongue a few times before sliding it back inside the welcoming embrace of her mouth. Moving both hands to her skull so that he had an ironclad grip on her, he pressed her long ears against her head and tested the waters with a practice stroke deep into her gullet. She took him without issue, just as she had before, and so he withdrew and thrust forward again. Repeating this, he built up speed, his hips working against her face until after about half a dozen strokes or so he was fucking Sylvanas' face, filling her throat with the entirety of his manhood.

The force of his frantic pounding caused both her long elven eyebrows and breasts to jiggle, and his swaying ballsack, coated with an ample gathering of Krella's saliva, thwacked steadily against her chin. A stream of drool began to leak from between her lips and around his cock, coalescing upon her chin where it was immediately smeared against her skin or sent flying in a wet spray by the spanking of his heavy balls against her.