A gust of hot, dusty air bombarded her soft creamy skin as she stepped through the blue portal in front of the Warchief's lair. As she made her way into the imposing building the guards nodded at her. Jaina was known by many orcs to be a friend of Thrall's, and therefore the orcs as well. She was clad in her usual attire, a small steel plated corset and a long flowing skirt. Aside from her usual, she was also wearing an enchanted cloak which Arthas had given her nearly a decade before. Thinking of this, she strode into Garrosh's chambers, cloak wrapped tight around her and little tears forming in her eyes which she struggled to blink away.
"Greetings son of Hellscream," she engaged, stepping up in front of his throne and giving a curtsy. She had lifted her skirt up higher than necessary.
"Greetings, human," he replied, his lower lip curling. "And welcome to Orgrimmar."
"Thank you Warchief, the city certainly looks different. More... aggressive."
"Of course. I suppose you Alliance are not used to such large fortresses as you cower beneath your tents."
Jaina's mouth twitched after hearing his comment. Obviously negotiating with the orcs would be more difficult from now on without Thrall. She smiled after thinking of her shaman friend. She had given him a hearthstone set to her personal chambers so that they could continue their "negotiations" even after he had stepped down from the position of Warchief.
"I suppose you're right, the Alliance isn't used to such large things, but bigger isn't always better, I can assure you." She smiled at him and looked around the room for the first time, not bothering to see if he had risen to take the bait. The room was empty save for the hulking brown orc seated atop the throne and the small human woman. The lack of guards in the room led her to wonder if in his arrogance he believed he could actually take her in a fight.
"Why do you come here little pink-skin? I will not be as friendly or welcoming as Thrall was. In fact, I would have slain you myself if not for Thrall's instructions not to," he said. Though deep down he wasn't sure if he could actually kill the powerful sorceress.
"Why do you insist upon using violence to solve your problems? There are other ways to solve things, just as there are other ways to negotiate without using words." Jaina gave him a mischievous smile and a wink before turning around and walking towards a nearby table. Taking off her cloak, she draped it across the table before turning back around.
"Look, I'll be blunt with you, Garrosh. I've got more "negotiations" to conduct with Velen and Lady Sylvanas soon and the Dark Lady doesn't take kindly to people who are late." She shivered at that, recalling the last time she was late to the undead beauty's personal chambers. Granted, it wasn't exactly her fault. She had been fucked silly by a group of murlocs who were wandering too close to Theramore just moments before she was to meet the undead queen.
"As you know I'm more of a pacifist than an antagonist or something of the like, but I have found that my way of fighting a war is just as fruitful in results compared to one who is prone to violence." She slipped off one snow-white glove, and then the other before taking off her shoulder pads and setting them on top of the table next to the gloves.
"What do you say?" She asked, small hands working on removing her corset. "Do you think you might be interested in seeing how I get things done?" As she finished saying this, the corset fell off from her body and was placed upon the table.
Looking up, she raised an eyebrow. The orc was already working on removing his pants.
"Well aren't you an eager beaver," she giggled, and she kept giggling even after he had removed his pants. His cock was small. Well, for an orc at least, and it looked ridiculous compared to his large body.
