"Very impressive." The pleased voice of Sylvanas Windrunner broke the tense silence within her personal quarters inside Grommash Hold. Today was the day she would finalize her personal guard from the Kor'kron. The stacked warchief stood in front of a muscular line of orcs, arms folded under her bosom with one long elven eyebrow raised in admiration. In front of her stood a dozen or so orcs, naked save for revealing loincloths which their Dark Lady had instructed be moved to the side. She eyed them hungrily, eyes scrolling back and forth over every hulking green hunk in line. She had personally chosen each of them. Some large, some lean, some young, some old, some hairy, some hairless. They all had a few things in common though; they were all excellent fighters, they were all handsome, they were all brutally masculine, and they all had beautiful cocks. She had not been worried about size, they were orcs after all, but she had made certain that all of their manhoods were aesthetically pleasing to the eyes.
"The best this city has to offer... You lot almost make me want to postpone this meeting." She nodded at them dismissively.
"You may get dressed, we are done here. Report to Anya on the way out. Tell her I approve." The Dark Lady watched as they readjusted their loincloths, eyeing them plainly with that same eyebrow raised. She was disappointed that none of them were of the Mag'har variety, but perhaps she would have the chance to sample one of those in the future. When the last meaty orc shaft was hidden behind cloth she turned and inspected herself in a wall mounted mirror. Such a vain woman she was, that certainly hadn't changed. She needed to be perfect. Her long pale-blonde hair, her armor, her makeup, her skin and even her long curved eyebrows. Sylvanas traced one finger down her hard stomach and over her bellybutton as she admired herself. She froze upon noticing one of the orcs gazing at her image in the mirror. Her head slowly turned upwards and a smirk inched it's way across her angular face. The two gazed at each other in the mirror, eyes locked through the crystal clear glass. They were alone, the rest of the orcs having already left. The lone orc stood near the exit, quietly staring.
"Disobeying me already?" She was sauntering over to him now, those grabbable hips swaying with confidence. Sylvanas stopped a mere few inches in front of him, eyes blazing and a malicious look upon her face despite the smirk still on it. Her hand reached up and grabbed at his long braided beard, pulling him down so that they were face to face.
"When I issue an order you obey without hesitation, understand?" Her grip around his braid tightened.
"Yes, warchief!"
"Good..." Sylvanas hovered her face near his, mouth open slightly in a dubious invitation. When he didn't take it she attacked him instead, biting his bottom lip and drawing blood in something that might be described as a kiss. Her free hand had snuck downwards and grabbed at him underneath his loincloth, fondling his rising green shaft even as she pulled back and licked her lips clean of his blood.
"I expect obedience, and I reward those who serve me well." Sylvanas paused for a moment, gazing absentmindedly at the orc's damaged lip.
"Though, perhaps you need some breaking in." She slunk down into a squatting position in front of him, tongue darting out like a snake. A single blue hand reached for his waistband with the intent to twist it and uncover her prize from it's hiding place. There was an almost corporeal aura of lust surrounding the two; warchief and Kor'kron alike absorbed in their own respective desire to partake in the other's flesh.
Sylvanas eased the loincloth to the side, revealing a small glimpse of the beautiful verdant shaft she had eyed earlier. Not even half but more than enough to further entice her. She continued, revealing more and more of the beast until finally half of it was uncovered. Sylvanas felt the desire to slip her hand under her leggings and finger herself to orgasm. Just a little bit more...
"Mistress." Dark Ranger Anya stepped into the room, head lowered awkwardly in a gesture of respect.
Sylvanas' head snapped to the direction of her ranger, eyes glinting with anger and annoyance. She glared at the other elf for a moment before turning her gaze back to the cock in front of her. One of her hands reached out and lifted the loincloth, prompting a renewed sense of annoyance at being interrupted.
"I suppose I can wait just a few more minutes," she muttered to herself, standing up with an irritated roll of the shoulder.
"Bring him in then." She indicated for Anya to return from whence she came with a sharp motion of the head. "And you—" The warchief looked at the disappointed orc.
"Fix your loincloth and get to work. Dismissed."
The two exited her quarters and soon after entered her champion, his antlers catching on the skin flap which acted as a door. He swatted it away and strode to a stop a few feet in front of her.
"Warchief."
She nodded at him, a subtle smile upon her face. To be honest, Sylvanas Windrunner was not particularly fond of tauren. They were silly looking with coarse hair and an all too often placid nature. Orcs and even trolls could be attractive in their own unique way. But tauren? Not so much. Regardless, they were undeniably a good fuck, which was exactly what she wanted. This one was big with brown fur, and without a shirt was very clearly muscular. He wore simple britches which drew her eyes to his noticeable package. His face was, well, that of a tauren she supposed, just with antlers instead of horns.
