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.
"What are you laughing at?" He growled, his body tensing as he clenched his fists. This unnecessary act of aggression caused his cock to swing back and forth, making Jaina snort in a fit of laughter.
"Don't worry big boy. Like I said earlier, it's not the size of the hammer that counts, it's how you wield it. A dwarf once told me that while he was cramming his cock down my throat."
The blonde sorceress conjured a swirling elixir which changed colors from pink to a dark purple and held it out to him.
"Try this. It'll help you with your little problem. Don't drink all of it, though. It only requires a few sips to take affect."
Garrosh grabbed the elixir out of her hands, nearly dropping it as he drank over half of it and then placed it down on his throne. His dangling meat twitched a few times before it suddenly started to expand. It grew longer and thicker until it had gained at least thirteen inches.
Jaina sighed,"Nice going pal, that thing'll never fit all the way in me. I told you to only take a few sips."
"Bah! I will make it fit inside of your little human holes!" Garrosh roared and grabbed her. Lifting her up with ease, he bent her over his throne and pulled her skirt up, revealing her taut rear-end. His rigid brown cock was inches from her cunt which was still hidden by a pair of white and lavender panties.
"Don't rip those they're my favori-" she stopped short as the sound of fabric ripping pierced the air followed by her panties being thrown on top of her head. She sighed, but her sigh quickly turned into a squeal as Garrosh pushed the red head of his cock into her hungry twat. "Not one for foreplay are you?" she gasped. Garrosh placed one large hand on her ass, totally encompassing it as his other hand reached for her blonde hair. Grabbing it and pulling her head up, he pushed his hips forward into her, ramming his thick manhood into her tight pink hole.