The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden & Shandragontear)
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				Title: <strong>The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shandragontear</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 06:56:19</strong>
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				The archmage, and ruler of Theramore stood silently along side King Varian Wrynn. Her blue eyes glanced briefly to the ruler of Stormwind to Her side. The two had barely spoken sense she'd stopped him from attacking Thrall's forces in Undercity. Her gaze turned to glance across the arena in front of her, landing on the orc's warchief across the way. She'd always had a talent for reading people, and despite what King Varian might of thought, she knew Thrall had no hand in what had occurred at the wrath gates. If anything the horde had been as much a victim, having lost several warriors of their own that day.<br><br>In truth she believed he'd changed little sense they'd fought along side each other at mount Hijal. Jaina actually considered the orc a friend. Perhaps even more of one then human king to her left. Varian had a very deep hatered for orcs, having been forced to fight in the areans for so long. As orcs went, however, Thrall had always proven to be rather reasonable, less likely to jump to violence as other orcs might.<br><br>Not wanting to let her gaze linger too long on the Warchief Jaina turned her attention to the challengers entering the ring. Settling in she prepared her self for another tournament.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 08:39:38</strong>
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				Thrall kept a weary eye on his oath brother's son, young Hellscream and Varian had two very similar agendas and it had the Horde and Alliance in a very dangerous situation out in the Lich King's backyard. Both wanted ear and it was him on the side of the Horde that stopped the declaration from being officially made. The Chief was no fool, he knew his orcs and allies engaged the Alliance at all times, but never in his presence. <br>"Bow down to the Horde, Alliance Swine!" <br>Hellscream heard the insult to the gladiators as each entered, Thrall did nothing to stop him as it would appear unfavorable for the Warchief to not support his gladiators. <br><br>"He is still young Go'el, he is the spirit of the flame itself..." <br>Thrall felt the armored hand of Saurfang on his shoulder along with the veteran wisdom of a warrior who was like him at one point, the feared and widely respected orc stood on opposite side of the cheering Hellscream. <br>"To many have died Varok, for us to watch them die in this coliseum...I will depart for now, I can not bare to witness this for long." <br>Varok nodded his head and watched as the Warchief walked away. The massive stature of the black steel that was inherited by their former Chief seemed to fit Thrall, the massive mace on his back always ready. Kolkron guards came to escort him out but he quickly dismissed them, he wished to be alone if only for a few moments. <br><br>In the outer grounds he searched for Snowsong, his white wolf, who was sleeping lazily in a nearby stable. Once he found her he sat at her side and petted her as he closed his eyes to clear his mind. He looked forward to returning to Ogrimmar as soon as possible. Jaina's piercing blue eyes came to mind, during his entire arrival he realized he had not even spoken to one of the few humans he would consider a friend. A sighed deeply, thinking he would not have the chance to do so as long as the volatile King was around. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shandragontear</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 22:01:01</strong>
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				Jaina's disinterest in the shouts from the crowd to the arena, and the battle it's self were beyond obvious on this evening. Those blue eyes shifted to glance to her left then right, looking to see if any were watching her before holding out her hands, a book simply appearing in them on the page she'd left off on. Finding the words on the page far more entertaining then the battle beginning below the archmage was caught off guard when an observer behind her tripped in to her back. Jostled forward the book slipped from her hands falling down in to the arena.<br><br>Gripping on to the railing she leaned forward to glance down frowning a bit as a few wolves and horses trampled it below. Her alternate form of entertainment now gone she drew a light sigh. Her gaze again shifted to Varian, wondering if he'd notice if she disappeared for the rest of the fight. Taking a step back in to the crowd the skilled sorceress simply disappeared from the bleachers, reappearing just out side the arena. Shivering a bit in the cold she lifted a hand, her staff appearing in it as a heavy cloak formed around her shoulders, draping down off her back. With her free hand she lifted the hood up over her head, before making her way through the snow, in search of a quiet tent to study in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 03:26:25</strong>
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				Snowsong's sighed lazily under Thrall's attention until it's ears perked up and it took a sniff from the air. She whimpered and nudge at hand that was petting her, grabbing his attention. <br>"What is it Snowsong?"<br>The warchief opened his heavy lids and looked at the wolf, her attention focused on something off in the distance. From the angle he was in, he could not see who it was but if she was so bothered by the figure cloaked in brown it was worth investigating. Walking around the tournament grounds was unwise, all faction leaders rod around with their guards. Closing his eyes once more, he spoke to the winds for their wisdom. Being careless was not an option, taking everything into consideration he focused and stayed with the cloaked figure until it slipped into an empty tent. Whatever or whoever it was under the robe had peaked his interest. <br><br>Thrall opened his eyes and let the vision fade away slowly, rising to his feet he let himselfy slip into the ethereal plane as his body took the shape of a wolf. Snowsong took the front, Thrall following after in chase across the grounds. No one paid any attention to creatures running. Two furry heads pushed through the flap in the tent and were surprised by the sight of Jaina. The white wolf's head disappeared,&nbsp; the ethereal wolf slipped in after and slowly took the form of Thrall once again.<br>"Jaina...it's good to see you..." <br>Etiquette would have had him stay outside of the tent and make his presence known, but he was technically sneaking around and wanted no one to know of his location. <br>"Am I interrupting anything?"<br>He glanced around, she was alone but was not sure if that would be for long. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shandragontear</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 19:36:58</strong>
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				Drawing down her hood those blue eyes turned curiously to the rustling flap of the tent giving a few curious blinks at the transparent wolf walking in. Several more blinks were given of those blue eyes as the wolf turned in to Thrall. A smirk formed on her lips, seeing to smile in spite of her self as if to say she should of known.<br><br>"It's good to see you as well." She replied gently, moving to sit on one of the chairs with in the tent. Despite the tention usually displayed between their two races Jaina felt no threat by having the warchief entering unannounced, she trusted him.<br><br>"No, the crowd was just growing a bit too rambunctious for me." She answered with a bit of an embarrassed smile. As powerful as she was she'd never been one to enjoy battle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 02:34:52</strong>
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				"We are one in the same, I know what it is like to perform to the frenzied masses. What is worse is the fate those who die in an attempt to prove themselves worthy to fight for the Argent Cause..." <br>Thrall spoke slowly to find the words, careful not to say something unpleasant. He moved to take a seat across from her, lowering the massive war hammer from his back first. <br>"I have not seen you since the events in the Undercity, I thank you for your intervention. I really can not imagine what would have happened if you had not been there."<br>Saving the talks of politics and agendas, he relaxed into the warm chair offered her a soft smile and nod of appreciation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shandragontear</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 18:14:59</strong>
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				Sitting back, relaxing in her seat the staff in her hand simply vanished, going to where ever it was she sent items she didn't need at the moment. She had always had a talent for reading people, and even if she didn't she knew she was in no danger from the orc, and should another enter the tent she could just as easily summon her staff back to her hand.<br><br>"I'm afraid Varian was not nearly so grateful." Jaina commented with a bit of a frustrated sigh. The people of Thermore relied on Stormwind for shipping supplies. Jaina couldn't help but worry what effect not speaking to Varian might have on her people.<br><br>"It was for the best, I think you may be the only thing holding back an all out war between the horde and alliance." She observed, those bright blue eyes seeming to study the warchief a moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 05:16:41</strong>
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				"If ever you need something, even in secret I will provide what I can. I have pull with the goblins in Ratchet and I can safely tell you the harvest is great in Stranglethorn, despite the war effort up here in the north and the goblin's are a crafty bunch, I have a certain trade prince wishing to gain my favor recently." <br>Thrall's gaze fell onto Jaina's for a moment, a smile wished to cross his face but flashbacks of his childhood told him not to. It was not common to see a orc smile, the twitching of the muscle always made it appear more hostile then joyful. A large muscled hand reached to smooth anything on his face, not understanding the studying stare the archmage was giving him.<br>"Is there something on my face?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shandragontear</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 02:13:42</strong>
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				"Theramore is thriving as of the moment. Though I thank you for the offer. I'll let you know if we ever require aid." Jaina responded graciously. She knew it was risky, getting aid from the horde, but if she were left with no other alternative she knew she could trust in Thrall's assistance.<br><br>As the Warchief asked about his face Jaina allowed an embarrassed smile to cross her lips, her blue eyes lowering in spire of her self as she answered. "I was just thinking, I find your company far more civil then Varian's."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 10:17:48</strong>
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				He caught himself lost in the twinkling pools of her eyes as she looked his way then down, her smile coaxing a slight twitch in the corner of his mouth. The way she kept looking at him confused him, his typically clear state of mind was clouded by images of the young female before him. <br>"I am sure he would never want to hear you say that."<br>Thrall attempted smile faded from his face as he reached forward to take one of her hands in his. Her skin appeared paler when placed against the green flesh, the comparison studied a bit longer for his eyes. <br>"Your hands are far softer than I think I ever felt." <br>The other hand came to cup the small hand in his, a thick calloused finger running over her knuckles softy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shandragontear</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 02:36:21</strong>
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				Jaina's cheeks flushed as Thrall took her hand, her free hand lifting to rest delicately over top of his. A smile broke her lips, looking oddly embarrassed.<br><br>"Thank you." She replied sounding almost giddy, flushing a bit brighter to feel his rough thumb moving across her knuckles. "I'm afraid I can't say the same of yours...but then I don't think men are suppose to have soft hands."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 11:09:14</strong>
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				Thrall smiled at her comment, scooting his seat around the table to sit right in front of her. The rosy color against her cheeks drew his hand to slid out of hers and cup the side of her face. She was warm and soft to his touch, her two small hands holding onto the other.<br>"Me neither..."<br>His thumb played gently along the corner of her mouth as he eagerly touched her.<br><br>"Would you mind if I remove this armor, it's weight has me exhausted and the inside of this tent is actually feeling a little warm.<br>The hand slipped away to unlatch the long cape that kept his back warm, added to the pile by his gloves. More latches were undone and soon the thick black plates were stacked in a corner, giving the war chief a less intimidating outline. He was still thick with muscle and sinew, the leather under armor still to prevent him from exposing himself inappropriately. <br>"Haaaaa much better..."<br>He sat defeated on his bottom on a fur rug on the floor right in front of the stove that heated the tent.<br>"Maybe one day I can trade in the armor for robes like yours."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shandragontear</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 11:14:24</strong>
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				The rose color in her cheeks deepend, spreading across her face as she felt his hand against it. Almost instinctively Jaina seemed to lean in to his touch, having to show restraint as she found her self wanting to nuzzle against his palm. Her smiling blue eyes gazed toward Thrall's as those full red lips drew a subtle breaths as his thumb brushed against them.<br><br>Those blues eyes gave a few quick blinks as she seemed to realize he'd said something, his words taking a bit longer to register in the talented sorceress' sharp mind then anything ever had. "Oh, of course not." She replied sweetly as to weather or not she would mind.<br><br>Her keen observations easily guessed the weight of Thrall's armor seeing the size of the plates, and listening to how heavily they fell as he stackted them. Watching how the Warchief strained, if at all, in lifting the plates, however, didn't help her any in guessing the armor's weight. The way Orcs were build he looked as though he could lift her horse with out breaking a sweat.<br><br>"I think I'd just collaps in something so heavy." Jaina mused, though in reality she would more likely come up with a spell that would hold the weight of the armor up for her in the event she ever had to wear anything heavy.<br><br>Standing from her seat Jaina unclasped her cloak, tossing it on the back of the chair. Stepping over she sat down beside Thrall, taking a moment to adjust the skirt of her robes to ensure she didn't reveal anything unseemly. "They don't really offer much protection." She admitted as those blue eyes returned their attention up to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 22:01:40</strong>
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				Thrall smiled at Jaina, understanding why she would be crushed under the heavy armor he wore easily typically. The unrelenting storms of Icecrown just had him exhausted, trudging through soft ground and so much traveling over the last few days had him in need of some much needed rest. As she sat next to him, he felt a compulsion to grab and and lift her up and he did. His torso twisted and he took the light female human in his large hands and lifted her with ease, lifting her up in the air with a simple arm curl. "I think the Doomhammer weighs more than all of you Jaina..." <br><br>His eyes looked down at the human he could call his friend, lowering her to lay across his lap. The more he continued to look at her, the lewder his thoughts became of her. A hand tugged at her robes, revealing her legs underneath as he slowly slid them higher until his hand could slip between her legs and continue moving up. 
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				Post by: <strong>Shandragontear</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 08:16:27</strong>
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				Feeling Thralls large hands slipping under her Jaina's cheeks flushed brightly. She gave a shy smile as he compared her weight to his weapon. "Your strength has always been impressive." She admired bashfully seeming almost giddy, those blue eyes stealing a glance up toward his.<br><br>She watched silently as his eyes traveled over her slender form, the rose color in her cheeks brightening. He held her up so effortlessly his arms didn't even appear to strain. Her gaze traveled across the orc's chest her usually brilliant mind unable to calculate just how strong the warchief must be.<br><br>She didn't seem to notice as the skirt of her robe was inched up her leg, though she drew a startled gasp as his hand slipped between them. Jaina made no move to stop him, however, her breaths quickening as his hand moved up those blue eyes gazing up toward his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 18:58:33</strong>
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				The look in Thrall's eyes were calm and soothing as his body reacted much differently to Lady Jaina's stripping. His hands pulled and unlaced her robe, tugging it off her body as their eyes kept locked on one another. The both of them new what was going on, neither of them were naive on the world. No matter how much their people relied upon them, even they had urges to satiate. With each layer of clothing he stripped from her, the faster he undressed her, lifting the slip over her head. <br><br>Thrall guided her onto her back, straddling her legs before he tugged away the leather padding and rest of his clothing away. A chiseled light green torso revealed, His hands took a hold of the legging and after some time he was free of those until he was nude before her. A large swelling "manhood" revealed, matching his seven foot and wide frame. dwarfing the small human under him. Thrall lowered his body, his face pressing into the side of her neck to take a whiff of her sweet scent, his tongue lapping against the skin roughly as he moved his jutted jaw (and enlarged canines) down her body, eagerly exploring the human female from for the first time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shandragontear</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 02:56:08</strong>
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				Jaina's gaze remained lost in Thrall's a she felt his hand pulling at the lacing of her robes. Her finger tips pulled at the lacing of his leather tunic, flushing brightly as her body shifted to aid him in removing her clothes, even lifting her arms when needed. It had been a few years sense she'd known a man's touch, her body aching with need, more then willing to loose her self in the Warchief's arms.<br><br>Laying back she leaned up enough to help him remove the leather padding, those pale cheeks flushing as his green flesh was revealed. Her delicat finger tips dared to trace down across his torso, her breaths quickening at the feel of Thrall's hardend form, a mass of muscle that caused her heart to race, bitting nervously at her lower lip to see the size of his member. Jaina drew a faint gasp feeling the warmth of his breath against her neck, her head turned to let her plush lips brush against his ear whimpering wantingly as she felt his tongue against her warm flesh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 22:16:11</strong>
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				Large hands slid up Jaina's newly stripped torso, lifting her up easily until her breasts came in line with his mouth. The same eager tongue lapped at the soft mounds of flesh, the strong muscle rolling around the pink(?) peaks eagerly. Her skin was a taste he could not get enough of, but a was a different hunger he felt. Just as he was exploring her, he wanted her to touch and explore him. A hand seized one of hers, bring it down his chest until he lifted the swelling organ up with her small hand wrapped around it, before his awkward kisses (caused by his jutted jaw) began over her body. <br><br>Thrall slowly laid her onto her back, hovering over her to allow his hands to slide up and down her figure as her hand lingered on his hanging manhood. She was tiny in size when compared to him, but he could still see the growing hunger in her eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shandragontear</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 21:23:14</strong>
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				Her body moved easily in his hand, pert breasts heaving toward his lips as her breaths deepend. Those pink nipples were already hardend against the warchief's tongue the warm wet muscle drawing a wanting moan from her lips.<br><br>Jaina's hand gave no resistance to Thrall's as he lowered her touch. The red in her cheeks deepend as he wrapped her hand around his large member. She drew a soft gasp feeling his size, much larger then any other man she'd ever known. Her hand began to slowly caress up and down his length, her thumb teasingly rubbing up over the head of his member as her palm neared the tip.<br><br>The archmage's heated breaths were quickening in anticipation, those blues gazing longingly in to Thrall's. He was built much larger then the human males her delicate frame was designed for, but a women's body could endure a lot. "Thrall..." Her full lips softly whispered his name in longing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 09:10:59</strong>
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				Unable to resist the small female under him, Thrall shifted his hips back and took a hold of himself before he pressed the tip against her engorged sex. His eyes glanced down, watching as her body was forced to stretch around him as the thick green crown sank into the milky soft flesh. He grunted, finding the resistance enjoyable as he pushed deeper into her. His eyes returned to hers, hissing for air softly as he made sure the invasion was slow for her to adjust. "Jaina..." <br><br>His large green hands reached for hers, lifting them over her head and pinning them down. His instincts were kicking in. Hold down his mate as his lust increased his body temperature slowly and then with a sudden thrust he pushed as deep as he could into Jaina before withdrawing them only to come back down. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shandragontear</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 18:05:58</strong>
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				Her delicate hand slipped from Thrall's large member has his moved to replace hers. Jaina's finger tips slipped up his body taking in the feel of his built green flesh. Bitting nervously at her lower lip as her blue eyes shifted down as well, gasping softly as she felt the warm swollen head of his shaft pushing against her wet wanting folds. Trembling softly as her grip tightend on his shoulders, whimpering bliss fully as her body stretched around him. Her quickening heated breaths blowing softly against his lips as her eyes met with his again.<br><br>She gave no resistance as he took her hands, gasping softly as he pinned them down. Fighting against his strength would of been impossible, fortunately Jaina had no desire to free her self. Her head fell back with a gasping moan as he pushed fully in to her wet sex, her tight opening gripping desperately around him. Her voice gave a pleasured cry as his thrusts began, her hips arching into his, trembling as he pushed in to her.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 10:27:56</strong>
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				The strokes which seemed calm and controlled began to evolve into deeper and harder thrust as the orc lost himself to their natural aggressiveness when it came to mating. His knees dug into the ground bracing him as they swayed and moved forward, forcing her leg's to bend over his powerful thighs as the invasion intensified. Thrall's thrusts forced her body to bounce for him, his head always glancing down to enjoy the swaying breast when her body absorbed his impact. <br><br>The grunting had began slowly, his wide chest expanding as he fought to control the torment created in his lungs. His hands finally freed the mage as he slid them down her back, wrapping and grabbing at the back of her firm bottom to guide her off and back onto his cock. She was forced to arch backwards as his kneeling forced her hips to be elevated off the ground but her head and shoulders remained grounded. The powerful woman had almost become a rag doll to the large warchief, rutting her again and again as he got closer to a mind-numbing ending.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shandragontear</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 17:37:22</strong>
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				Her moans grew louder as his thrusts increased, her body bouncing up as he slammed in to her, before settling back as he withdrew. Her wet folds contracted eagerly around him as her hips lifted to meet with his hard thrusts, breasts bouncing up and down with the movement of her body.<br><br>As her hands were freed they searched for something to grip on to, one clinging on to the rub beneath her as the other slipped up Thrall's massive arm looking for a place to brace her self while becoming lost in orc's rough matting. Her voice was nearly screaming in bliss as he gripped her rear, pulling her in to him. Her body was already arched, eagerly lifting her hips further as he pulled her in to him, lifting her back from the ground. Trembling uncontrollably Jaina gave a sudden scream as her body tightend around him, bathing the warchief's member in her juices reaching a violent peek from the intense love making, her orgasmic cries filling the tent as the archmage trembled in his arms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 08:03:16</strong>
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				Despite the cold just outside the tent, the inside had shot up in temperature quickly. The howling winds and the screams of men jousting outside drowned out her scream or they would be caught in a scandal that would rock both factions. The strokes continued, beads of sweat trickled down Thrall's chest, his jaw clenched tight so that his grunts and moans were almost sneers.<br><br>The final tightening grip he fought against, made him pull her into him as deep as possible until a flood erupted from his throbbing manhood. Long thick spurts were pumped directly into her womb, filling her core with even more heat as his arms tensed to hold her in place as even more thick fluid pumped. With a gasp for breath his hands lessened, allowing his throbbing member to slip out of the sheath and spring out splattering a last rope across her stomach as he body finally rested on the floor.<br><br>The orc breathed deeply, leaning on his arms over the young woman. A grin came across his face, his soft deamnaor fading away for the words he was about to say.<br>"You are my mate now Jaina..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shandragontear</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 18:35:37</strong>
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				Jaina gave a final scream as his seed filled her, bloating her lower belly slightly. She drew a soft gasp feeling his hot seed spray across her stomach as she fell limply back on to the floor. For a long moment the archmage laid there breathlessly panting beneath him. Her chest heaved in and out, her breast rising and falling as his seed began to slowly leak from her womb.<br><br>Those soft blue eyes gazed up toward Thrall's, her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as he spoke. It wasn't a request or an offer, he spoke it as if it were already true, and somehow it made her smile. Lifting a hand she caress softly against his cheek. Wearily leaning up her plush lips pressed softly against his, placing a tender kiss on them between his tusks. Drawing back from his lips her forehead leaned lightly against his letting her gaze lock with his as she replied in a soft whisper. "I am honored, to be yours..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 02:22:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It seemed that Snowsong was his lookout, the wolf pawed at the tent and gave a warning bark to Thrall that his guards had noticed he had escaped. Glancing down one last time at his new lover, he returned a kiss as his green glazed manhood incidentally cleaned itself against her soft thighs and new slightly swollen belly. "I must make haste, before we are both caught." The kind clear blue eyes of the honorable leader he was, flushed back across his face. <br><br>He stood, cleaning himself with a wash cloth at a nearby basin before his padded leather was slipped un followed by the heavy black plate. His cloak was last, followed by the Doomhammer across his back. Once dressed he knelt at Jaina's side and covered her nude form with a blanket.<br>"I will be in Dalran within one weeks time, once the first bracket of this tournament comes to an end. If you are there, I talk a lone walk behind the violet citadel around mid-day, I hope you join me."<br><br>His large hand gave her cheek a final stroke before he slipped out of a flap in the tent. The sound of his armor mounting the wolf was heard as he darted off towards the "Horde" side of the Argent Grounds. <br><br>A few moments later a familiar voice was calling out, looking for her.<br>"JAINA! Come out here!"<br>The words belonged to King Varian, the flap Thrall had left earlier opened and a head peeked in.<br>"Come let's get out of here...what in the light's name...it smells like Orgimmar's sewers, what are you doing in here? Whatever, let's go we fly out before we spend another night in this forsaken wasteland." <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shandragontear</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 05:27:47</strong>
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				Sitting up Jaina groaned a bit, realizing just how sore their rough love making had made her. A faint smile hung on her lips as she watched Thrall dressing. Her cheeks flushed a bit deeper as he knelt back down next to her those brilliant blue eyes gazing up toward his as he spoke. "I'll be there." She replied softly as a smile broke her plush lips.<br><br>Holding the blanket she was given up for warmth she watched as her orc lover stepped out side. A faint sigh fell from her lips as she unwillingly moved to her feet, beginning to dress her self as well. As she slipped her cloak on an all too familiar voice reached her ears. Her staff appeared back in her hand as Varian peered in, looking as she did when she'd left the joust.<br><br>She offered no explanation as to musky scent of the tent, simply stepping out side to follow along behind Stormwind's King. "Would you like me to make you a portal?" She offered, appearing to do him a favor while in truth she was simply searching to spend as little travel time with Varian as possible.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 07:55:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The horde arrived by windrider into Dalaran about a week after the alliance party had returned to the mage city. As expected, the Warchief or any of his advisers could be given any privacy until they retreated to their private quarters for the evening. Even his walks were interrupted by business or a matter that needed his urgent attention. Thrall was starting to miss the main land, at least in his hold he was given the chance to get away or make a command that he wished to be left alone. In Dalaran, it was a constant juggle to never appear weak to the enemy, but appear compassionate to the forces that were dispatched into the war zone. <br><br>Thrall had sent private messages to his forbidden lover, warning her that he could not meet her out in the public eye. The simple letter pointed out that the upper most balcony in the Sunreaver Sanctuary was his room, once he had retreated he would be alone until the following morning. <br><br>It was getting close before Thrall would return back to the capitol, he was sure once they were home they could be more careless with their meetings. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shandragontear</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 06:28:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Between aiding the Kirin Tor, organizing Alliance troops to aid in the battle against the scourge, and still tip toeing around King Varian, Jain was exhausted. Just the same she'd found time to receive the watchief's messages, bring a secret smile to her lips as she went about her workings in Dalaran.<br><br>It was late by the time she was able to escape and sneak off on her own. With a cloak drawn around her shoulders and the hood drawn up she emerged from her invisibility spell just out side the Sunreaver Sanctuary. She gave a quick glance around to ensure she was alone before lifting a hand a white/blue light engulfing her form as she disappeared from sight. The same light glowed about the archmage as she reapeared up on the top balcony.<br><br>Her hand fell to her side as she glanced in through the door cautiously, waiting to see that Thrall was alone before daring to enter.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 00:47:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Come in Jaina..." <br>Thrall's voice sounded loud but it was simply the wind carrying the hushed words, the elements aiding the respectful orc when he called them respectfully. The room was large and empty, his armor and weapon hung on a reinforced stand, leaving the muscled orc sitting in a meditating sitting position in the middle of the room. His eyes were white, a clue that he was blind physically as his vision magnified to extremes any hunter or sniper would envy. Secretly he had been watching over Dalaran for hints of the archmage, tracking her once she was spotted. <br>"Stop hiding yourself...we are alone..."<br>More words were carried, tickling her ear with the brush of the wind as the hood of her cloak was pushed back too reveal her golden hair. The orc began to blink his dry eyes, as his physical sight began to return to him, dressed in a simple robe as his body began to move after hours in its stoic state. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shandragontear</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 02:49:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sound of his voice drew a smile to her lips as she stepped in side. Those intelligent blue eyes easily spotted the talented shaman, gently approaching while she patiently awaited him to return from his trance. As the soft breeze blew the hood of her cloak off, the back of it billowed out behind her for a second before turning in to an arcane dust as it vanished the shimmering dust floating away on the breeze. Beneath her cloak she was dressed in her usual robes, her staff left behind, having no need for it while in the Warchief's presence.<br><br>That smile lingering on her lips Jaina moved to sit across from Thrall, her smile brightening as his eyes returned to normal. "How have you been?" She asked gently, hopping the past week hadn't worn on him too much.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 04:06:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"With the first casualties from out assault on the Citadel...the elements are chaotic...the spirits call to me, I feel the burden of their loss." <br>Thrall's face was always exhausted from the weight of his people on his mind, more so when he knew there was nothing he could do about the unease between Horde and Alliance relations in the backyard of death itself.<br>"I do what I can to stay at ease, but I miss my home...at least within the walls of Ogrimmar I can appreciate the youth of the Horde, watching them grow stronger and oblivious to the reason their elders fight and die. And you Jaina? Are you well?" <br>The look of exhaustion faded into Thrall's signature stoic mask, his large muscles moving to get the stiffness out as she sat before him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shandragontear</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 22:50:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her smile faded a bit hearing his reply though she tried to hold on to it for him. "War seems to be a never ending theme through Azeroth." She commented softly. Lifting a hand Jaina softly caressed against Thrall's cheek, hopping to bring some ease to his worn expression. "None can bear the weight of this world alone."<br><br>The growing tention between the Horde and Alliance was obvious to any, however the archmage's insight and intellect made the fracturing truce between the two factions all the clearer. There was no doubt in Jaina's mind that Thrall was one of the few pillars still supporting the rare coperation between the two forces.<br><br>"Perhaps a day will come when they will not need to follow in their elders paths." Jaina replied almost hopefully, as foolish as she knew it was. Those blue eyes lowered a bit at the Warchief's question of her own well being, her own weariness and frustrations slipping through her composed expression for a moment. "King Varian still insists the Alliance has the strength to over come the scourge on their own..." The way she carried her words seemed to imply she disagreed, worry and concern crossing those blue eyes at the thought of either side attempting to push back the Litch Kings forces on their own. Alone neather faction had the numbers required, especially not when their own dead could be turned against them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 08:29:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A hand reached for and took the young mage and smile fell upon the orc's face as he pulled her into his lap. Her body turned to sit between his legs, his head hovering over her shoulder to allow him to rest his chin against it. He smelled nice, the rumors of filthy orcs not true, any warrior in leathers and armor would reek once the sweat lingered. The long braids that hung down his chest pressed into her back as he leaned in closer and a hand slowly began to undo her robe slowly to reveal her milky colored skin below. <br>"Our future depends on the young we raise, free of hatred against something that can not understand...he is young, we all are...we have our lifetime to change the world and maybe then will the weight ease off of us..." <br><br>Go'el's lips pressed into the side of her cheek, kissing her as best he could with his tusks before he simply nuzzled into her soft skin. A hand had slipped into her robes, the calloused skin rubbing down her torso to touch between her thighs. <br>"I have had another thing on my mind as well Jaina...the comfort you bring to me..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shandragontear</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 19:30:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The rose color in her cheeks darkend as she was pulled in to Thrall's lap. Giving no resistance Jaina leaned back against the warchief, those blue eyes glancing up toward him.&nbsp; A content smile hung on her lips as she relaxed against him breathing in his scent. Her breaths deepend faintly as Thrall's powerful hands worked to undo her robes. Blushing brightly Jaina shifted where needed to let the top of her robes fall from her shoulders once opened, leaving her pert breast and hardening nipples exposed. "These days our lifetimes don't always seem so long." She replied softly.<br><br>Her smile seemed almost giddy, her head turning as he nuzzled her cheek to let her lips find Thrall's placing a soft kiss between his tusks. Jain's plush lips drew a soft gasp feeling his hand slipping down in to her robs, those blue eyes glancing anxiously toward his. "Comfort." She whispered teasingly in reply, a grin dancing upon her lips. "Is that what they call it these days?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 03:01:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Thrall smiled but did not let his exploring fingers stop rubbing a soft trail up and down Jaina's sex, a finger tip getting bold as it wiggled into her slowly until he was fondling the tip of her sex. <br>"Well...orcs are not known to mate for recreational purposes...but...I can make an exception for myself. The world is not ready for an half-orc/hald human child...as powerful as he would be if he was attuned to the arcane and the wilds." <br>He spoke in a low deep voice, excitement growing as he touched her body until he stopped for a moment to remove his robes to leave him nude as well. Jaina was turned around to face him, his hands taking hers to rest them on his shoulder as it appeared she had just pounced his. <br>"Comfort me Jaina..."<br>He gave his lover his first command, his thick soft member exposed for her to begin. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shandragontear</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 03:09:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(...Could of sworn I posted already. Maybe it didn't submit right. Sorry. x.x)<br><br>Jaina's full lips drew a soft gasp feeling Thrall's large finger slipping between her wet folds whimpering with desire as he toyed with her sex. For a second the normally wise and powerful mage looked almost intimidated at the thought of rearing a child of their combined strengths. "I'm not sure <em>I'm</em> ready for such." She teased softly, her body shivering in anticipation.<br><br>Her slender frame shifted to aid him in removing his robes, her bare flesh brushing softly against his as she turned on his lap. Jaina's soft breasts pressed gently against Thrall's chest as she leaned in to let her pouty lips brush tenderly against his between his tusks. One of her hands slipped up from his shoulder to caress the back of his neck, those blue eyes gazing in to his, shivering at the tone of his comand.<br><br>Grinning playfully her hips shifted, letting her warm wet folds rub needily around the tip of his member. Bitting anxiously at her lower lip her body moved achingly slow as her opening aligned with the head of his shaft, lingering a moment before slowly slipping down around him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Warchief and Lady of Theramore (Aiden &amp; Shandragontear)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 08:50:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Thrall's thick muscular hands eased her decent onto his thick love muscle, not moving her legs from their squatting position since he wanted her to slide up and down for a while under the direction of the hands at her hips. <br>"I am amazed...you can take me inside of you...fully Jaina..."<br>He smiled at her and tugged her closer while their hips kisses. His large lips suckled at the corner of her neck as he held her down, enjoying the snug silken warmth and comfort her body did offer him. His hands gyrated her slowly at first, forcing her to rock on her ankles before he began lift her up and down nice and slow. His hands moved from her hips to the back of her bottom, groping and kneading he flesh as he began to increase the pace. <br>"It feels like you are clinging to me..."<br>A low pant of air rolled down her body, his body temperature slowly rising from the intensity before. 
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