The Wolves At The Wall Ch 07

24 years after the opening of the Dark Portal

Wetlands

Menethil Harbour

When his orcish mate said he had a surprise for him for their last night in Menethil, he never expected this. He was brought into their room blindfolded, led by nothing but kisses and kind whispers. He saw nothing but felt every stray, every kiss on his neck, every removal of his clothes. First his shirt, a bite on his nipple. His belt, a kiss on his belly button. His breeches...and the wet sensation around his manhood. It was good, but the technique was different from what he was used from Olgra. Before he could say anything the blind fold came off...revealing a red haired dwarven woman sucking his cock.

He felt Olgra behind him, having dropped her human guise. She held him around his waist, kissed his neck." Surprise..." she whispered.

And it was a nice surprise.

Will hammered into the dwarf woman in front of him, his hands firmly placed on her curvy hips. The sellsword looked up and saw his orcish lover laid across of her, her legs spread open, her eyes rolled back in pleasure. The dwarf woman Sida,Olgra introduced her as on the way to the bed, lavished her orcish cunt with her tongue, admitting ministrations to it he could only dream off. He had just come inside her, no doubt she was licking his seed from within. Each buck travelled like a tidal wave, through her dwarven arse to her teats that swung like with each impact to her head being pushed between Olgra's legs. The Dragonmaw orc's breasts heaved as well, driving him that inch closer to orgasmic oblivion with each swing.

"Ah, fuck me bloody!" Sida cried in her thick accent.

He began to feel his own need to arrive come closer. He moved one hand to one of her breasts that swung beneath, kneading the sensitive red nipple with his thumb.

"I'm coming...!" Will cried. Sida muffled into Olgra's cunt as the latter muttered in her native orcish tongue.

Like domino pieces they fell one by one. The Gilnean's sellsword's seed entered Sida's womb, then Willa came from her own ministrations as Olgra cried out when she found that special bliss only another woman could give. They unentangled from one another as their bliss had run their course through their bodies.

The Gilnean lay in between his two lovers, Sida to his left and Olgra to his right. All were still catching their breath. Will's eyes went to Olgra's erect black nipples still, inches away from his face. He latched on to them, eliciting a groan from her.

Sida chuckled." Yer weren't kiddin, Willa." she referred to Olgra's human persona, still under the illusion the orc form was just a kink her 'husband' preferred." He is a tits man."

"Yes..." Olgra sighed happily and allowed Will to nestle in between them. He licked and sucked like a happy piglet. He lapped up every sweat from her teats, his hands went down between her legs to rub her already swollen pearl with his thumb. Olgra groaned and moaned, still raw from the orgasm. He nibbled on her black nipple, little bits of teeth which made her squirm with pleasure that ran down her spine.

She bucked her hips upward to meet his ministrations and pushed him further into her teats. Will rapidly flicked her pearl until a new orgasm hit her, making her scream his name.

She let go of him, letting go off her nipple as he drew breath his head was pulled to the other direction where he was pushed into dwarven breasts instead. Sida groaned as he again went to work. Olgra laid on her back, her chest heaving as Will's hand, still wet from her juices, went to Sida's thighs to perform the same actions inflicted on her.

"Randy little blighter..." Sida sighed happily. Before long she to climaxed.

Olgra's head bopped as she serviced Will's cock a short while later, working his manhood up to be erect again. Her tongue cleaned up his seed and their juices as she jerked him like a sailor would hoist a sail. Will laid back with his arm around his dwarven lover as Sida's head laid on his chest, observing Olgra's movements.

"Remember love," she interceded as she strayed Will's stomach with her fingers." Licking is good but never stop sucking."

Olgra listened to the advice and soon enough the orc began sucking his manhood once more.

GLOK GLOK GLOK

Will raised his brow and turned to Sida." Did you...instruct her?"

"Oh aye, yer wife came ta me one day an' asked fer advice. To best please yer." Sida looked up to him as she spoke, meeting his eyes." Yer dissaprove?"

"No, no." Will grunted as Olgra's tongue wrapped around his cock like a naga serpent." I...VERY much approve."

The dwarf smiled." Good, she's doin' it fer yer sake. Appearin' as a orc of all things ta please yer arse, askin' me to join in..." she kissed his chest." Not that I'm complainin'. Most men can't even find me clit."

"You're...welcome..." Will sighed as Olgra slowly but surely began to erect his joust. By the light he loved that woman. So damn much. When it was back on full mast, she let go off it with a wet bop and turned on the bed, arse in the air.

"So...yer just into non-humans then?" Sida asked as she sat up to allow Will to kneel behind his orcish lover, placing his hands on her grey hips.

"No, I like women regardless of race." Will plunged inside Olgra's sopping wet womanhood with a mighty lunge. Olgra gasped before she again fell into the familiar rhythm." My dad always used to say no matter the colour of our skin, we're all the same on the inside."

Sida nodded as she watched Will take Olgra from behind, a position she was in but a few moments before. He truly was insatiable." So, yer fucked yer way across ta Eastern Kingdoms then?"

Will grunted, his speech juddered with every thrust." Something like that..."

"Ah, ah!" Olgra moaned." Fuck...!"

"Anyone famous?" Sida asked as she began to play with herself at the sight.

"Jaina Proudmoore." Will said with a small grin. Sida stopped fingering herself as Olgra continued her moaning undisturbed as Will continued to hammer into her.

"Fuck off. Ah heard plenty o' tall tales but that's bullshit."

Will shook his head, his voice still loud enough to be heard over the sound of flesh hitting on flesh." No, it's true. It happened years before I met Ol...Willa." he nearly slipped as the lust nearly took control over his mind again." It all started in a way similar like this..."

******************************************************************************

Hadgar ignored the noises next door, as someone who travelled with Will long enough he learnt to ignore it. How he had not fathered half of Stormwind he didn't know. Even if he did, that was his problem. He had his own demons to battle.

The dwarf sat down in his chair, once again staring into the fire in front of him. The bottle of dwarven mead was in his hand, never too far away from him. It was the only cure to keep the screaming away from his mind. Already he could hire the buildings catching on fire as he stared into his own fireplace. The distant screams of people screaming. Shouting. Pleading. The sound of steel drawn, gunfire...and his own orders which sentenced-.

He took a swig from the bottle. No, not tonight. He would not relive the memory. Not now.

Another memory barged past instead, an older one. He was a younger dwarf then, his beard barely touched his waist. His axe was embedded in an orc' skull, to embedded. The axe wouldn't budge as another brute came for him, a hulking green form with red eyes that could rip him apart barehanded. The axe still would not budge.

The orc held aloft a bloodied axe and let out a cry which would've been the last thing he ever heard...were it not for a Gilnean blade in the orc's gut. A Gilnean soldier intercepted the strike with his own blade, he parried the axe before he managed to push the greenskin back and stabbed it in the belly. The orc roared and tried to reach for the man who gutted him. The fog of memory and dream seemed to blend thanks to the alcohol, for in his mind's eye the man looked like an older Will Robertson. More rugged with thicker forearms, a large stature for a human nearly rivaling that of an orc.

The blue-eyed human with the salt and pepper beard turned to the young Hadgar, "NOW!"

The young Hadgar managed to pull his axe free and severed the orc's head. Black blood sprayed like a fountain as the head dropped on the snow-covered floor.

The battle still raged around them but an act like this needed addressing.

"Yer saved me life, human. Thank ye." the younger Hadgar had said.

"No worries, mate." the human replied." You would've done the same for me." He offered his bloodied hand to him." Elijah Robertson."

The dwarf smiled." Hadgar Greystone."

A life saved, a debt to be paid...even over two decades later. Get the lad home to his family...and then he could finally rest. He drank more of the mead and hoped no nightmares would wake him in the night.

**************************************************************************

Stoneheart trotted down the road, leaving the town of Menethil behind them. The cart wobbled heavily as did its occupants. Grella, having abandoned her human guise for the foreseeable, held the reins of the ram as it pulled the cart dutifully.

Will glanced over the map as he was seated in between his orcish lover and his dwarven friend." According to the map, it will take us three days to get to the bridge. After that, we face the Arathi Highlands."

"What is in Arathi?" Olgra asked. She had never left the region around the Twilight Highlands and the Wetlands, places like Arathi and Loch Modan were a mystery to her.

"Skirmish grounds." Hadgar replied before Will could." Stromgarde is fightin' a three-way war between them, ta native trolls and ta Horde."

"The Horde in there are mostly Forsaken but there are a few Orcs there as well." Will elaborated.

"Zug zug." Olgra nodded." I have spoken to other Orcs outside of Dragonmaw before. Can negotiate if needed."

"Doubt yer'll get a chance. Ta Horde are savages, kill first an' fuck yer remains after. Never bother askin' questions." Hadgar lit his pipe.

Olgra raised her brow at this and turned to her lover." Is that true, Will?"

"Well the Forsaken do eat people...but if we stay away from them, we should be fine. The Horde only goes after you if you pissed them off."

She smirked." Did you piss them off?"

"What? Me? No, of course, not..." Will replied." Why do you ask?"

"He did, by the way." Hadgar said, off the cuff.

"I did not!" Will shouted." I just...had a debated disagreement with an Orc adventurer near Silverpine."

"Stole his money." Hadgar corrected.

"Rightfully claimed!" Will corrected on his point of view." That treasure was found by me first."

Olgra blinked confused." I'm missing half the story."

Will unrolled the map." Right, so me and Hadgar and a couple of others went to Silverpine to raid Fenris Keep, which was a keep located on a island not to far off from the shores of Silverpine. That place was taken out early in the Third War and according to some sources served as a hub for river trade. And since the Scourge care little for trade...it probably still had treasure. So, me, Hadgar and some others got together and used a dingy to get to the island. The place was protected by one Necromancer and some undead gnolls, no big deal..."

"But ta plan hit a snag." the dwarf smirked behind his beard.

Will nodded." We were not the only ones on the island. A small group of Horde adventurers also came to the island for a different reason, their Forsaken mage was there for a book or some reason. They were led by this Orc called....Vrakks?" the Gilnean turned to the dwarf who shrugged." Anyway, with the ten of us together we drew a lot of attention on the island. Wave after wave of zombie gnolls came after us. Our groups decided to work together and split the loot in half. A fair trade."

"Very fair." Hadgar agreed." Did nae even shag their troll priestess woman."

"I don't always sleep with everyone, Hadgar." Will glared. He ignored the dwarf's laughter and Olgra's chuckle as he continued." Anyway, we fought our way through the keep and slew the necromancer. We found the treasury and discovered...most of it was gone."

Olgra raised her brow." Gone?"

"Turns out the Scourge DO use gold." Hadgar laughed." Who knew?!"

"What was left was barely enough to turn a profit on the cost of this whole adventure when halved. So rightfully of course I asked for a change to sixty-fourty since Vrakk and his crew were not there supposedly for gold. Three guesses what he said."

"No?" Olgra answered.

"Fuck no!" Hadgar added.

"Exactly! The Horde being all noble and not doing things for gold? Absolute rubbish! So it turned out into a brawl. Things got worse when the tome the Forsaken mage found turned out to be something bad and started killing everyone. Me and Hadgar managed to get some of the stuff as we made it out."

"A lot of your stories seem to end like that." Olgra said.

"We do need to vet our friends better." Will agreed.

"Whose we, lad?" Hadgar glared." I dunnae accept anyone with a nice pair a' tits."

The Gilnean's cheeks grew red." I didn't hear you object."

Hadgar turned to Olgra." He fell for a night elf druidess, shagged her before the trip."

"Ah." Olgra smirked." Verile as always."

"We needed someone who could pull ta boat in her seal form and ta heal if needed. Bitch teleported out ta moment she got some coin and left us ta swim ta shore! Ah told yer, never trust an elf, either high or blood or night."

"Will does grow agreeable when someone sucks his cock." Olgra chuckled.

"OLGRA!" Will said with a red face as both her and Hadgar laughed out loud.

And so most of the journey continued for the rest of the day.

All the while the presence within the marsh seemed to move with them.

"

Soon, child of the harvest,

" it thought."

Soon..."

*****************************************************************************

Dead dwarves still lay on the Thandol span as they made their way through. The Orc assassin wasted little time in dispatching them. He moved like a steel shadow and hit like a charging kodo. His servant stayed in the back, awed at her master's skill with the blade. When the battle, if one could call the one-sided affair such, was done she followed her master as she stepped over the dead and dying dwarves. One dwarf had raised his hand and pleaded for mercy in his native tongue. Her master sliced his throat, silencing him as the dwarf gargled up blood. Her master had no mercy.

The sun had begun to set when they made camp just outside of the large stone bridge which spanned the two continents of Lordearon and Khaz Modan. It was an ancient dwarven construction which despite having fallen in disrepair is still a marvel to be seen. Marble white stone that glistened in the dying of the light as this stone construction hung high above the sea below. The bridge itself had several layers to it which again showed proper dwarven construction. It was frequently the site of battle between two dwarven clans, the Bronzebeard which constructed the thing and the Dark Iron. Ulda did not know why these two clans fought but if it was like anything like her own people, it must've been for good reason. The dwarves her master killed seemed like the Bronzebeard who fought alongside the Alliance but she was unsure as she had seen few dwarves before.

The moment the fire was lit and her master Thorgal cleared the perimeter, he gave a nod. She knew her task. She stripped off her clothes and fell to her knees, green arse in the air. Five seconds later her master had entered her fully and began to claim her once again. She was jutted forward with every thrust that came from her master, each thrust elicited a gasp or a moan. She was his bed mate; it was her duty to please him as was his reward for saving her people and her mate from an Stromgarde warband. Thorgal was rougher than her mate. Her mate Doll would speak kindly to her, give her flowers and be tender during their mating...Thorgal only wanted his release. She could not wait for his task he dragged her on to be done so she could go back to her mate...and hopefully not bear this monster's child.

He held her by her hips, forcing his entry with harder impacts. It wasn't entirely painful, for each hit seemed to strike her well. Like a spear point of pleasure. She found herself coming on his spear, repeatedly as they rutted like wolves in heat. Then without warning she felt a warmth between her legs as Thorgal grunted.

Her master got up, his spear pulled out of her, as he cleaned it with a rag.

"Food." he said.

"Zug zug, master..." Ulda whimpered as she picked up her clothes and dressed. She took out a hare he had caught earlier and began to skin it. Before long the animal itself was on a spit she rolled to cook it.

Her master did not look at her or the hare, his eyes were always looking south. Looking for their...well, his quarry.

As Ulda looked up from her work, she pitied the person he was hunting. She hoped however they would be found soon, and she could go home again.

24 years after the opening of the Dark Portal

Duskhaven, Gilneas

"Good morning, Marie." Willa carried her basket as she walked to Marie's vending stand. She looked tired but kept up a brave face, Marie thought. Daniella as always was by her side before she ran off to play with other children in the square. Where the mother lacked energy, the child had in spades it seemed.

"Morning, Willa. You alright love?" she asked." You look tired as hell."

"Ah, had to find someone quick to mind the inn. Anna-Belle did not show up for work today or yesterday. Think she skipped town." Willa replied.

"Sorry to hear that, want me to investigate it? Or Robertson?" Marie leant on her stall. It was laden with many goods. Satchels, dyes, threads and of course items of food such as bread, water and ingredients. Hers was the only stall still able to sell food items as others either closed or had no food to sell.

"I've asked Vanessa this morning when she came by. She said she had something to do at Northgate first..." the innkeeper replied." Can I have five loaves please and some butter."

"Of course. One silver twenty please." Marie replied as she grabbed the loaves ready.

Willa smiled as Marie stuffed the bread in her basket." Speaking about Vanessa...she didn't come home again last night AND she didn't go to hers..."

Marie placed a pack of butter in the basket." I have no idea what you mean." The seller said but a hint of a grin crept to her lips.

"I think you do." Willa took out her purse and got the coins out." It's official then, you two?" "We don't want to name it yet but...sure." Marie took the coin." I suppose it is."

"I'm happy for you two." Willa laughed a little." You both deserve each other. A bit of kindness in these dark days."

"Willa for fuck sake..." Marie groaned." You make it sound so sappy!"

"What? Am I not allowed to see a friend happy and gush about it?" Willa leant on the stall.

"Well...Vanessa does make me gush repeatedly." Marie chuckled, narrowly avoiding a slap on her arm from her friend." And I her."

"Oh, don't be crass!" Willa chided but there was no steel in her voice." In the years I've known you, you never had someone like her in your live. Dalliances sure but not someone stable like her. Like..." Willa stopped herself but Marie knew her friend long enough to know who she was going to mention next.

"Well...Robertson is nice to have around. That said she's always busy, running around..."

The innkeeper often glanced to see her daughter playing with the other children, making sure she was not in or making trouble. "She's a huntsman, it's what they do." Willa said.