The Wolves at the Wall

20 years after the opening of the Dark Portal

The Third War

Duskhaven, Gilneas

They met up in the storm shelter her family owned. It was their little sanctuary from both the constant Gilnean rain but also prying eyes. When the storm cellar doors locked, it meant they were free to make as little noise or be as loud as they could be.

And Marie was a very loud screamer.

"Ah, light! Ah, yes!" she screamed. Will's head bopped between her legs as his tongue licked and flicked her pearl, his nose inhaling the scent of her hairs above her sex. Light he loved doing this.

Her fingers held his hair, her hand moved with his head. She moaned loudly as she laid her head on the haybale behind her. Her dress was lifted up to her waist as her undergarment laid discarded to the side.

He dutifully continued licking her, pouring his heart into the task. He'd make her feel good, he had just enlisted in the Gilnean military after all. He was only doing his part if making sure the people of Gilneas were safe and looked after. She was only interested in the uniform, Will knew. They had known each other for years and she did not give him the time of day if it wasn't for the uniform which now laid on the floor beneath them.

"I have a monster in my basement that needs taming.." she had teased before after he stepped out of the barracks one week ago. A noteworthy quest he accepted...nearly daily.

"I'm...i'm going...i'm going...!" she panted as her hips met his face faster and faster like a galloping horse. She was close. He persevered and was rewarded by a loud scream and the sweet essence of her climax. She was catching her breathe, her red hair covered in sweat, clinging to her forehead. Her chest moved up and down, her breasts confined within her dress.

Will pulled back and made a show of wiping his sweaty beard with a grin." My, my lady Allen...one would say you were being attacked by the Starlight Slasher."

She gave a tired chuckle." Shut up, Robertson..."

"I thought you liked my glib tongue?" he said with a faux sadness, already he was undoing his belt.

"I do." she replied and began to undo her dress, throwing it over her head and on the side on the hay and straw that was beneath them." But only when it's between my legs." She was now as naked as the day she was born and as ready for him as a woman could be. Her breasts were nice and perk but he still preferred those of Willa Arne's. He'd visit her as well at some point. He already stiffened at the thought of taking her beneath the tree near the coast again. Her back against the trunk, her teat in his mouth and her being filled to the hilt by his jousting pole.

When his trousers fell to the ground and revealed his manhood, it was already erect and ready to joust.

"I will never get tired of seeing that thing..." she smirked as she placed some of her hair away from her eyes.

"Say goodbye for now because it's going somewhere else for the moment..." Will leant in and kissed her deeply. Their breathe and lust intermingled as their bodies would become one. When his manhood jousted within her she gave a silent gasp.

"Light..." she gasped. He started off slow as usual. One small thrust, a satisfied moan. Then another. And another. Faster and faster.

He battered her inner walls as a ram would during a siege.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, Light! Holy Light yes!" Marie screamed again.

She held him by his shoulders, her nails ever so slightly digging into them.

"Ah, Willa wasn't kidding..." Marie gasped.

This made Will stop." Willa? She knows?"

She rolled her eyes." She told me you were the best shag she had. The stamina of an ogre and the cock of an horse. So I wanted to test it...turns out she was right."

Will slowly nodded and began again, slowly.

"Harder! Ah! Harder!" she cried with each thud.

"Will you...tell her?" Will asked.

"I ah, will, ah, if you, ah stop!"

The sound of flesh upon flesh smacked in the storm cellar. The sheep in the corner looked on with dull expressions but otherwise said or did nothing.

Will began to grunt as he felt his own need to arrive form. He tried to fight it down. "Marie, I'm-"

"Don't stop!" she interrupted, she threw her head back. Her damp hair cascaded like the rain." Don't, ah, you, ah, fucking, ah, dare! Keep going!"

Her breasts swung up and down with every thrust, enticing him to erupt sooner.

He bite his tongue, closed his eyes. He tried to think of other things but in the end, it was inevitable. With a grunt he gave another thrust as his ram erupted and seed coated her inner walls. He felt his strength draining him but he kept going as the redhead beneath him continued her wailing.

"Almost, ah,ah, AlmoAAAH!" she gave out another scream as she claimed her second climax that afternoon. He rolled off her as he caught his breathe, as did she. Light how he loved this feeling.

Marie likewise caught hers, enjoying the same feeling only good love making could give. A few heartbeats passed before she turned her head to him." Did you finish inside me, Robertson?" An angry glare added to her red cheeks and hair.

"I...may have." he said.

A hard punch his stomach made his wince. He stifled a cry; he did have that coming.

"I have to drink moon tea now, you arse!" She huffed and got up. Her body had pieces of straw stick on her skin, most on her bum and back. Her hair was a mess. He couldn't help but look down between his legs and see if some of his seed came out down her leg. It did.

"I'm sorry." he apologised." I tried to warn you but...I got carried away."

A slap around his ears was his reply. She picked up some stray and wiped his seed away where she could from her leg. " Stupid idiot...fine, just the once though. I can't keep drinking tea like that, the parents will get suspicious. Now get up, I owe you one last favour before you fuck off."

Will rubbed his ears as he did as he was told, like being back in training in the barracks.

Marie got down on her knees and picked up his semi-erect manhood. It was covered in his juices and hers, some of his seed still on it. She took it into her mouth and began to suck it and lick it like a candy cane in Winter veil. Will leant his head back and let Miss Allen do her magic. He thought he was drained put if anything her tongue seemed to coax out a bit of that fire within him yet. But he didn't force it, he was still in the dog house for earlier. He let her finish, enjoying her tongue as it went over the head, down the shaft and then even lapped up his seed from his ballasts below. After a while she let go off his joust with a audible pop when she was done.

"You're clean, now head off. I have inventory to do before I head back to Gilneas city."

"Not even a cuddle?" Will smirked but he was already getting dressed in his uniform.

"No, if you want that you find a wife." she put her undergarments on. She muttered as she swiped away the hay that was on her still. Will helped with a few strands.

"Is that a proposal?" he said.

She didn't even humour him. "Ask Willa, she seems up for it." After she had dressed, she climbed up the stairs and opened the cellar door. With confidence she walked out of the storm cellar and back into her home.

He knew better than to remain and climbed out of the cellar.

It was still raining and it was too early for uncle Blake to have returned from hunting with Vanessa. He might pop by the inn and lean on Willa after a few drinks.

He was young, full of life and the world was opening to him like Marie opened her legs to him moments before. Everything would be alright.

One month later

Silverpine Forest

"Get down!" Hadgar cried. Will did not question it and obeyed. A gun shot later and the thump of a dead body falling, Will was back up, sword in hand, and jammed it right through the back of the neck of the undead in front of him.

"Nobody told me ghouls were that fast!" Will shouted over the din of battle.

"I can see why yer lot decided to stay behind yer fancy arse wall!" Hadgar reloaded.

They had waited a day before they moved away from the wall. It was clear that the doors would never open. "We're sitting ducks fer ta Scourge and ta wolves. Ah suggest we head east ta Hillsbrad." He suggested over the campfire.

"The forest is swarming with the wolf men and the dead beyond them!" One of the soldiers shouted." You'll get us killed, dwarf!"

"Maybe but staying here will definitely get yer arses munched." He replied and got up." Ah am going tomorrow. Anyone else who wishes ta join me, yer welcome. Those who don't...may yer light keep yer."

"You will all remain here." a captain of the guard said." The gate will open soon enough. Have faith!" But few did.

Will made his choice. He was no coward but he was a realist. If he wanted to see his sister and uncle again, he had to move. He along with a few others left the wall, all sense of hierarchy and forlorn hope left behind. They were soon joined by a few Lordearon soldiers and even a purple robed figure from Dalaran.

"The Scourge has moved towards the northeast." the wizard had said as she joined the tired band." We believe they were headed to Quel'thalas."

"Good." Lieutenant Wald scoffed." Let the point ears worry about them for a bit."

That was when the ambush happened. A small pack of ghouls jumped out of the foliage like rotting birds of prey. Wallace was dead before he had hit the ground, his neck torn open. Will barely had enough time to down his last potion to strengthen him. Troll blood, enough to keep a man fighting after he marched to hell and back. Once again he thanked his mother who looked after him beyond the grave.

The wizard, Tamara, called upon her magic and unleashed orbs of fire on the undead. When one came to close and made a swipe for her, she had disappeared...only to appear a bit further away in the back and greeted that ghoul with a fireball to the face.

The lieutenant tried to rally the men but by that point it was every man for himself. Will himself was hard pressed on all sides, his shield buckling under the strikes from the ghouls and his sword was as blunt as a club. But he kept fighting. He'd not die here, not today.

Another ghoul came for him, he bashed it's face in with his shield before he jammed his sword through its chest. It was thrashing wildly as it attempted to get up. Will pierce the sword in further, pinning it on the ground. He raised his shield and bashed it on its skill. Once. Twice. Thrice. Until he saw red and last count.

He did not know how long he did this but when he stopped, there was no skull left as his shield was all but broken and covered in dried blood. So was his tabard. He looked up and yet more ghouls arrived. Wald stopped shouting as he knew it was no use, Tamara gulped some water in between attacks while Hadgar kept his dwarven stubbornness and kept firing despite the overwhelming fear they all must've been feeling.

It became clear that the undead would swarm over the survivors and swallow them whole. Sadly, fate had a different fate in store for the Gilneans. A worse one.

He heard Hadgar's cursing as his gun ran dry of ammo. And yet gunfire still sounded.

Bullets flew overhead, thudding into the ghouls. They were expert shots. Headshots or close enough. Will turned and saw men in hunter's garb come out of the forest. Browns and greens, guns trained. Gilnean guns. The ghouls dropped as the reinforcements came through, one of the men walked over to Wald. A large looking man, muscular with a moustache befitting a nobleman. He to was dressed in some leathers befitting a hunter. The rest of the rangers secured the perimeter as he made his way to Wald, who looked the most like he was in charge. Will took out his necklace and kissed it. He made a promise to his baby sister. He'd keep it.

"I'm Lord Mayor Morrison, my scouts told me you needed some help." he said with a smile. "Oh thank the light, yes..." Wald sighed." Thank you..."

"Gather your men, we'll go to my village. It's secured from the Scourge and the Worgen." he took Wald by the shoulder as Will looked on. Thank the light indeed, a place to rest and take stock.

"Ah did not know of any villages here." Hadgar said to Will.

"Me neither..." Will replied." I know of no villages past the wall."

"There's one." Tamara leant on her staff." Pyrewood."

"Pyrewood village. Our salvation." Will smiled. Everything would be alright.

24 years after the opening of the Dark Portal

Loch Modan/Wetlands

Dun Algaz

The white flower was picked and added to the green satchel in his pack. He needed some more earth root or some silverleaf to cook up some more potions. He made plenty of potions while he rested in Thelsamar, spend quite a bit of money from his kobold slaying for the vials needed. No matter how many jobs he did, he never quite had enough for anything.

The sun was starting to set in the sky, the coldness of the mountains began to creep in.

There was a dwarven bunker further down, he was told by the mountaineers. Supposedly abandoned as the Dragonmaw frequently got their teeth kicked in if not by the dwarves then by the Alliance adventurers. One mountaineer, Grugelm, claimed even some Horde came up to slay the Dragonmaw Orcs. Tells you how out of favour they were with the larger Horde in Kalimdor...or the undead ones in Lordearon.

Will followed the path, marvelling the dwarven architecture of it all. By the Light, do they build things to last. He thought of Gwarth as he descended, wondering if she was thinking of him. Probably not long, it was a one-time thing. He sighed and once again his thoughts then drifted to Willa. Had he made it back home, would he have married her? Had kids?

Was Vanessa alright? Uncle Blake? They must think him dead. Being missing was worse than being dead. When you're dead, there was closure there. He remembered waiting outside the collapsed mine for what seemed like an eternity. Just for the chance his parents were alright. Sometimes someone was carried out, barely alive...but not his parents. Hours turned to days...and when their bodies were found, he only remembered pain and tears. And Uncle Blake with Baron, holding his baby sister in his arms.

He clutched on to the necklace. "Soon, Vanessa..." he said. It was a few days still until Menethil. Another one past Dun Algaz and then three across the Wetlands. Stay the route, he was told by a Kaldorei who had made the journey. All kinds of nasty crocs and murlocs inhabited the marshes. Will believed it.

Voices broke through his head. He heard the rugged intonations of orcish. He instantly ducked behind a rock. The bunker was ahead, but it was not abandoned as the dwarves thought. A cart stood there along with three figures. Two big ones and a smaller one. They were loud. Arguing perhaps. He slowly took out the rifle from his holster in the back and looked through the scope. Both the gun and scope were made by Hadgar years ago. A damn fine gun. He didn't like to admit it but Gilnean gun factories could learn from the dwarves. He peered through the scope.

The two larger figures were orcs alright. Warriors, guessing by the dragon leather armour and axes on their back. Both male. They had gray skin and piercing yellow eyes. He spotted strange black tattoos on their forearms and back.

The smaller one was an orc as well. Female, smaller. She was dressed more like a noncombatant. Cloth shirt with trousers with some added fur to keep warm. She was bald and bore no tattoo. He'd never seen an female orc before. Not bad. The cart was of dwarven make; the open latch showed goods inside. Weapons, potions, the works. A travelling merchant?

The bunker itself looked warm inside. He could see the brazier burning inside. And he was getting cold. The larger of the two started shouting at the female, his hand on his axe. A transaction going wrong? She shouted back, fire in her voice. He could't understand a word she said but he could hear defiance. The larger grabbed her by the throat as the other began rooting through the cart, the ram ignoring what happened.

He clicked his gun ready. He'd be damned if he slept out in the cold tonight. He remembered the lessons back in the barracks. Aim, inhale, hold...and pull the trigger.

BANG

The female was covered in black blood as the orc who held her suddenly missed a head. She fell to the floor, shocked. He reloaded. The other orc looked around, confused. He drew his axe and shouted a challenge. Fighting an orc hand to hand? With honour? You weren't a good sellsword if you fought fair. He pulled the trigger again. The second grunt fell down with a gaping hole in his chest. The ram only looked up once, munching on the cold grass before going back to his meal. That was one cold animal, Will mused.

The female orc crawled back to her cart, her eyes darted around.

"No shoot!" she cried." No shoot!"

"Depends!" Will cried." You enemy?"

"No!" she replied." No enemy! They!" she pointed to the dead orcs." They enemy!"

"Good! Coming down!"

The female was still down there as he came down the road. Her shock had disappeared, replaced by a cautious curiosity.

"You human? What bring you here?" she asked.

He pointed to the bunker." Warmth. It's getting cold."

She gave a slow nod." Zug zug..." she pointed to herself." Olgra."

"Will." he pointed to himself. He had his hand on the pommel of his sword." Olgra friend?"

She nodded again." Zug zug. Will saved Olgra." she motioned to the dead orcs." Clan tried to steal from Olgra. For greater good." she spat." Lies. They thought Olgra weak. Like Peon."

He smiled." Olgra's not weak. Takes courage to stand up to bullies."

She looked confused but she seemed to understand the gist." Thank you. Olgra owe life to you...how can Olgra repay?"

He looked her up and down. She had wide hips, a bountiful bosom. Her tusks looked sharp and she had a strange face but it was attractive in an exotic kind of way.

Her eyes seemed to radiate heat. He wondered how orc tasted like.

"I have an idea." he grinned. He walked up to her. She was cautious but did not back away. He reached out and took her hand." Olgra can keep Will warm?"

She frowned a moment in confusion. She then raised her brow, intrigued." Warm...how?"

The doors to the bunker were shut, the cart was stored inside along with the ram who found a quiet corner to sleep. The two orcs were buried out in the back, their gear taken by Olgra and added to her stores. And now she had to do her part of the bargain.

Olgra's eyes were wide as the human who had killed her former tormentor had buried his head between her legs and began licking her like a wolf in heat. At first, she assumed he'd take her like all orcs do. She had taken off her clothes near the brazier and was on her knees and arms on the ram rug beneath her, her back aimed at him. She was confused when he asked her to go on her back and open her legs.

This was new. Exciting. By the ancestors this was the best feeling she's had while mating.

"Will..." she groaned his name as his tongue intensified. His left hand went to her left breast where he began to knead, gently. His thumb rolled over her nipple, sending shocks of pleasure to her spine. She placed her hand on his, holding on to it while the other went to his head, her grey fingers going through his sweaty hair.

"Will, Will, Will,Will!" she chanted his name like a mantra. By the spirits of her ancestors, this felt good. Better than good.

She bucked her hips against his face, her hands on his head as she began guiding his head. "Will!" she began to spasm as the pleasure took hold of her. She pushed his head further between her legs, he struggled for a moment but otherwise continued. She led the pleasure ride out of her, ebbing out like blood from a wound. Sweat trailed down her toned gray skin. She laughed. One hour ago she thought she would meet her ancestors, being murdered by her own clan for a petty squabble. But here she was going to meet the ancestors with the best mating she's ever had.