NOVEL NEXT Chapter 16: Learning
“Curses! How do you do it, Chieftain? How do you make it look so easy?”
Looking as bewildered as she’s ever seen him, Rognak just shrugs his broad shoulders at his clansman.
“… I do not know. The shifting has always come easily to me. Do not worry. Keep working at it and I believe in time that you will master the ability, just as I have!”
From afar, Jaina watches as Rognak trains some of his fellow orcs in druidism. She’s been doing that a lot recently if she’s being honest. If anyone were to ask, the young Mage would simply say that she was keeping an eye on their strange new allies. She certainly wasn’t spying on anyone! They knew she was there, or at least they would if they made any move to look up at the ridge she was currently stood upon.
Said ridge also overlooked much of the encampment, so it wasn’t like she was just watching Rognak and his neophytes train either. She could see everything from up here. From the trolls and tauren and orcs camped out in one area, to her own people camped out in another, and even these strange Night Elves with their much smaller camp in one section.
Of course, said camp was occupied by the Lord of the Forest, Cenarius. Described as a Demigod, he was an interesting creature… and apparently very powerful. He gave lessons to Rognak and his neophytes as well, but when Cenarius wasn’t available, it fell to the Chieftain of the Warsong Clan to do the teaching. Jaina hated to admit it but watching him try to teach was… a little amusing.
It had become increasingly obvious that Rognak wasn’t really made to be a teacher. No, he was like her. A natural born prodigy. For Jaina, her prodigal talent had been in arcane magic. From a young age, it had come easily to her and it was that same talent that she had then leveraged into an Apprenticeship with the Grand Magus himself.
For Rognak, his prodigal talent lay in nature magic. Jaina didn’t have too deep of an understanding of such magic if she was being honest. They didn’t have druids back in Lordaeron, or if they did, Jaina had never gotten the chance to meet one. Although… the Prophet that had led both her and Thrall to this continent had the ability to shapeshift, didn’t he? Perhaps that mysterious man was in fact a druid as well.
Regardless, while Rognak’s natural born abilities for nature magic made it easy for him to accomplish spectacular feats… it did not make it easy for him to explain HOW he could do such things to his brethren. In turn, while his brethren were making leaps and strides, they were nowhere near his level yet. That much was abundantly clear.
From the sound of what Jaina had been overhearing these past few days, Rognak had had no actual teacher before Cenarius. Given what she’d seen him do back on Lordaeron, that in and of itself was astounding. Originally, Jaina had assumed that nature magic just came more… well, naturally. But no, now she knew better.
After watching the orcs of the Warsong Clan struggle with their lessons since her arrival, she knows that Rognak is just that good. Probably even more naturally gifted than Jaina herself, for even she had needed twelve years of tutelage at the Mage City of Dalaran to get to where she was today.
Hm, some people just had all the luck, though of course she didn’t begrudge Rognak for it. After all-
“Lady Proudmoore.”
Startled from her inner thoughts, Jaina very nearly jumps but at the last second manages to control herself and maintain at least some semblance of decorum. Flaring her nostrils instead, she exhales and then breathes in deeply before half-turning to the man now standing beside her on the ridge.
“Duke Lionheart. How are things among the troops? How is morale?”
She had led her people across the sea to escape the apocalypse. She had brought not just an army, but also any civilians who would listen to her. A fleet of refugees fleeing a broken and dead Lordaeron. They’d left undeath and the end of their previous lives in their wake and put their eyes forward towards a new land and a new, brighter future.
There was just a couple of problems with that. For one, some of Jaina’s people had not fled across the sea to escape just the undead. They’d also fled to escape the orcs. Never mind that Thrall and his New Horde had left before them. Jaina could acknowledge that Thrall had had little choice, but that didn’t change the fact that his people’s desperate escape from Lordaeron had come at the expense of many. Quite a few of her refugees had their homes and families destroyed before the Scourge even swept across the northern end of the continent.
Now here she was, asking them to forget that. Asking them to accept the New Horde as their allies, when even those who had not been harmed by Thrall’s Horde still remembered and could likely say they were harmed by the Old Horde of the First and Second Wars. Jaina knew it was a tall order. She knew it was a heavy ask… but the Prophet’s words weighed heavily on her mind. Without this alliance, without the Horde as their allies, they had traded one apocalypse for another. Their new home was not safe or secure. Not yet.
“… There were more deserters in the night, Lady Proudmoore. But less than the day before.”
Jaina grimaces in pain, her eyes drifting shut for a moment before she lets out a low breath.
“I see.”
Duke Lionheart reaches over and places a gauntleted hand on her shoulder, a gesture of comfort that Jaina is most grateful for. She gives the old Paladin a smile as she reaches up and places her hand on his in turn.
“Thank you for understanding what we’re trying to do here, Sir Lionheart. I don’t know how many would have left if not for your stalwart support.”
Indeed, the man beside her might be old, his hair and beard completely grey… but he was still a Paladin. A veteran of the First and Second Wars, Duke Lionheart had fought against the Old Horde in both conflicts. He also fought the undead and the Cult as it spread its corrupt, evil influence across Lordaeron. And in the end, he had answered the call when Jaina had begged people to leave Lordaeron behind and travel across the sea with her.
To have him still at her side after all they had been through… he was a rock that Jaina hadn’t known she needed until she found herself clinging to him for fear of being swept away in the storm.
“Heh, there is no need to thank me, Lady Proudmoore. Every day I pray to the Light for guidance. It continues to tell me that my faith in you is not misplaced. Neither you nor it have led me wrong yet. Indeed, I believe you have made the right choice and so do any of our people who are smart enough to see the forest for the trees, pardon the pun.”
Jaina smiles softly at the joke, even as Duke Lionheart removes his hand from her shoulder and turns his gaze to the sprawling encampment down below. His eyes do not go to where hers had been with Rognak and his druids, but instead sweep back and forth, across all four sections of the encampment. From their own forces to the New Horde, to the Night Elf Sentinels, to the Warsong Clan. He hums and after a moment shakes his head.
“The reports of demons and undead in these woods grow by the day. Those who have deserted best hope that they’ve gone south, because the north is apparently covered in more and more of such creatures. The threat is real Lady Proudmoore… and running away isn’t going to save us from it. Not this time.”
Jaina grimaces at that, her hands coming together as she wrings them for a moment.
“And yet running away is all I’ve had you all do so far… fleeing from your homes, only to bring you here…”
Duke Lionheart scoffs at that.
“Leaving Lordaeron was the right choice, Lady Proudmoore. If we hadn’t left when we did, we would all be mindless slaves to the Scourge by now. However… at some point you have to make a stand. I am proud that this is the stand you’ve chosen. I am proud to make it at your side. Heh, honestly… with our enemies not just being undead, but also demons… I’m actually glad that the greenskins are on our side for once. Never thought I’d be saying that.”
Jaina flushes and reaches out, lightly smacking the Paladin’s shoulder.
“Please Sir Lionheart… don’t call them that. If we are to be allies, we must let go of such terminology. And you and I must lead by example.”
It is a light reprimand, but then to be fair, Jaina herself still sometimes thinks of the orcs as ‘greenskins’ in the privacy of her own thoughts. To his credit, Duke Lionheart just bows his head in acknowledgment of the chastisement. A somewhat companionable silence falls between them at that, the two of them continuing to watch what’s happening down below.
Before their conversation can pick back up again, however, a commotion down in the camp draws Jaina’s eye. She blinks, watching as a Night Elf woman enters the camp from the West, making her way first to the Sentinels’ camp where she talks to Cenarius and several of her sisters… and then onward further, to where Rognak and his neophytes are working together.
Jaina finds herself staring at the Night Elf in question enters the lesson… and races up to Rognak, taking a running leap at him. At first it looks like a tackle, an attack, and she tenses up… but then Rognak catches the Night Elf with a laugh, easily holding her aloft as she gives him a full body hug for a moment before hopping back down.
Smacking his broad chest with the back of her hand, the Night Elf grins wickedly, revealing small fangs as she does so.
“Lord Cenarius needs to speak to you really quick. C’mon.”
“Alright… you lot, keep working on it. Just… meditate on the animal or something I guess. Maybe Cenarius can help with more instruction later.”
Rognak’s students grumble at that, but it’s more good-natured than it was before. There’s amusement in their eyes and they chuckle and nudge one another as they watch their teacher and the Night Elf Sentinel walk away side by side with one another. Jaina has to admit… the Night Elf cuts a certain figure, doesn’t she? But then, so do the rest of her kin. There isn’t a single Night Elf Sentinel that looks soft or weak. They’re all quite… athletic and strong. And she knows full well from some of the interactions she’s seen that the orcs like that about them. The Warsong Clan especially.
Jaina only has eyes for one orc in particular, however. And though she knows its ridiculous… she can’t help but feel a smidge of jealousy as the newcomer takes Rognak to Cenarius, too far away for Jaina to listen in anymore. Logically, she knows she has no claim to Rognak. And yet, ever since he’d saved her life, she’s always thought of him fondly.
Once upon a time, Jaina had thought she was going to marry Arthas Menethil. It didn’t matter to her that he was a Prince, even though her own status as the Lord Admiral’s daughter made their pairing politically advantageous as well. She’d truly loved him, and she’d thought he loved her. But then, out of the blue… Arthas had ended it. He’d ended their relationship, making excuses for why they both needed to focus on themselves and their studies for the time being, instead of each other.
To say Jaina had been hurt would be the understatement of the century. She’d been devastated. And during that time away from him… she’d run into Rognak for that second time, out in the woods. Jaina wouldn’t deny it. She was a growing young woman of twenty years of age at the time, and she had… fantasized about Rognak for a few nights after here and there. Her savior, for all that she hadn’t truly needed saving.
And then the years had continued to go by, and the Plague had started up and Jaina had found herself at Arthas’ side once again. As awful as everything had seemed, for a moment there it had looked like they might be able to claw back what they once had. That… when all was said and done and the Plague was dealt with, they might be able to be together after all.
Needless to say, that had not come to pass. Arthas had turned into something dark and sinister. He had become someone that she could not follow any longer.
There was a stark contrast between Arthas and Rognak. Not just that they were of different species, but also of completely different backgrounds. Rognak, as someone who had grown up as nothing more than a captive in one of the internment camps, stood in stark contrast to Arthas Menethil. Rognak had gone from nothing and made something amazing of himself, while Arthas had taken every advantage given to him and fallen to darkness all the same.
Down below, the conversation between Rognak, Cenarius, and this new Night Elf comes to an end… and Jaina watches as the Night Elf drags Rognak away, off a little bit into the woods. Suddenly… suddenly, Jaina has the urge to do something she knows she shouldn’t. And yet…
“Duke Lionheart. I must take my leave of you for now… please, keep me informed of any further issues with our men.”
The aged Paladin, having no clue exactly where Jaina had been watching or of what sort of thoughts were going through her head, simply nods.
“Of course, my Lady. I shall keep the men in line, of that you have nothing to fear.”
With that, Jaina takes her leave and after getting out of sight, casts a basic Invisibility Spell on herself. Then, she follows after Rognak and the Night Elf. She tells herself that she’s only doing it to make sure the non-human female doesn’t have any dastardly plans for Rognak. To make sure she’s not luring the orc away to harm him in any way.
… But even before she stumbles across them, Jaina knows deep down inside that she’s lying to herself. And when she does finally find them, catching them in the middle of the act, she doesn’t leave like she should. Instead, she watches. That is, until she gets caught herself. Then, she flees as fast as her magic will carry her.
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“C’mon big boy… don’t leave me waiting~”
Rognak snorts, even as he reaches down and frees his cock from its confines. He’s not quite sure how she’s managed it, but from one moment to the next, Shandris has gone from fully attired in the armor of a proud Night Elf Sentinel, to bent over the trunk of the nearest tree with her slit naked and exposed and her fingers reaching back to spread her lower lips nice and wide for him.
He doesn’t hesitate to step forward and wrap a large, orcish hand around her waist this time around. He’s a bit more ready than their first encounter… and more than that, he’s a bit more pent-up. Training his fellow orcs has been an exercise in frustration, but he can worry about that another time. Just like he’ll worry about the bigger picture later as well.
Privately, he knew just like Cenarius did that Mannoroth was only the tip of the proverbial iceberg. Shit wasn’t going to get better. But it still should be a little while until it gets worse, right? With Mannoroth dying early thanks to his intervention, they had some breathing room. And so he would put the worries of tomorrow out of his mind and focus entirely on what was right in front of him.
That that happened to be a beautiful, gorgeous, blue-haired Night Elf Sentinel by the name of Shandris Feathermoon was purely coincidence, Rognak swore it. Even still, with Shandris spreading her slit and his grip on her waist, Rognak is able to bring his cock up to her entrance… and slowly slide into her from behind. A low groan leaves the beautiful Night Elf’s mouth and she moans as she tilts her head back.
“Mm, yessss… I’ve missed this~”
Rognak snorts at that, partially in derision and partially in amusement. Leaning forward, he breathes in Shandris’ scent. She hasn’t even bathed yet, so all of her travels means she’s still quite sweaty. He doesn’t mind though. Whether her natural scent just smells good or it’s an orc thing, he finds he quite likes her like this. Just back from a trip, having moved as fast as she could through her people’s forest to get from the High Priestess back to him again.
Even still, as he begins to fuck her, thrusting in and out of her admittedly slippery insides, Rognak grunts.
“Have you? You didn’t seem so inclined for an encore before you left.”
Looking back at him over her shoulder, Shandris at least has the good grace to be a little embarrassed. Reaching back behind herself, she places a hand on his wrist for support, panting as she twists around to look him in the eye.
“You and I… can’t be anything special, Rognak. You’re a strong fighter and you’ve got an amazing member, but it can’t go deeper than that. We’re… we come from two different peoples. This has to remain easy, rough fun and nothing more.”
Rognak blinks at that. On the one hand, he feels a little hurt. On the other… it makes sense. She’s literally over ten thousand years old. The term she’d used to describe him earlier takes on a new meaning. Suddenly, ‘big boy’ sounds a lot like ‘boy toy’. Was he okay with that? Was he okay with just being Shandris Feathermoon’s personal stress relief?
He only has to ponder that for a moment before groaning at how tightly her cunt wraps around his cock. Yes, he decides. Yes, he was more than okay with that sort of arrangement. Besides, she was right wasn’t she? He had far too much on his plate as things currently stood. He needed to turn the Warsong Clan into the first set of orc druids beside himself. And… he needed to help everyone save the world from the Legion and their encroaching Apocalypse.
Romance just wasn’t in the cards and that was fine. But that didn’t mean they both couldn’t enjoy themselves, now did it? With a lustful growl, Rognak reaches around to Shandris’ front, pawing at her chest. She gasps at his rough treatment, as he pulls away her top to get at her breasts directly. At the same time, he speaks directly into her ear, half-growling at her.
“Fine by me.”
Shandris moans, arching her back and pushing her now-exposed tits into his hand as he rolls his thick orcish fingers across the soft mammaries, playing with her nipples one after the other. She shudders beneath him, thrusting her hips back into his pistoning prick at the exact same time.
“You’re mad. Mm, I don’t mind if you take your frustrations out on me. Whether the frustration is about me or not~”
Well then… Rognak wasn’t one to pass up an invitation like that. He would still hold himself back at least a little of course. He didn’t want to truly hurt her, no matter how tough she was. He was still almost twice her size, being an orc. Not that that seemed to even remotely faze Shandris. The small corner of the forest that she’s dragged him out to is soon filled with her soft moans, the Night Elf Sentinel doing her best to keep her voice down, even as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and his cock squelching in and out of her stretched cunt also fills the air.
All the while, he paws at her breasts, pinching her nipples until she suggests something else to him.
“Mm, pull my hair…”
Rognak would be lying if he said it hadn’t caught his eye. The way she kept her hair up in a ponytail was quintessential Shandris Feathermoon from what his other memories told him. Reaching up, he grabs onto her ponytail and gives it a sharp, short tug. Her head rocks back and her pussy walls tighten and flex even harder around his cock as he does so, the tugging of her hair seeming to give a whole new meaning to the pleasure she’s currently experiencing at the end of his big fat orcish dick.
As time goes on, his frustration does fade away. Frustration at her, at himself, at the situation brewing around them. He’d noticed, even with everything that he had on his plate, that Jaina and Thrall’s alliance wasn’t quite as ironclad as it could have been. But then, he supposed it wouldn’t be. In the original timeline, capturing Grom and fighting Mannoroth had been the glue that firmly brought the New Horde and Jaina’s faction together.
Thanks to Rognak’s interference, that wouldn’t happen here. As a result, not a day went by where the leaders didn’t have to pass judgment on some orc, troll, or human that had committed some sort of hate crime. And not a day went by where some of Jaina’s humans vanished in the night, leaving camp for better prospects elsewhere, away from the ‘greenskins’ that she was forcing them to ally themselves with.
Had that happened before? Would it change anything now? Rognak didn’t know… nor could he really bring himself to worry too much about it. This was why he hadn’t let Thrall provoke him into any sort of fight. He had no desire for the other orc’s job. Let Thrall be Warchief of the Horde. Rognak had more than enough on his plate already with the Warsong Clan.
He-
“You know I can tell you’re distracted, right?”
Blinking, Rognak pulls himself from his thoughts to see Shandris pouting back at him. It’s not like he’d stopped fucking her. He was still holding her by the hair and one of her tits, and he was still buried ball’s deep inside of her. However, he had slowed down a bit, and he wasn’t groping her chest anymore, merely gripping it.
Now that she has his attention again, Shandris scoffs and bucks her hips pointedly, causing him to step back and pull out of her. Then, she spins around and grabs hold of his throbbing member before he can get any further away, dragging him right back in. In a mirror of how she had ‘greeted’ him earlier upon her return to camp, she leaps up and scales him like he’s a tree.
But of course, he’s not a tree… the tree is what’s behind her. Pushing her back against it, Rognak is inside of Shandris yet again a mere moment later, grunting as he begins to fuck her in earnest once more. This time though, it’s face to face. Grinning, she reaches up and trails her fingers along his tusks and lips, before moaning throatily as she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in closer.
At first he thinks she’s going to kiss him… and to be fair, she does bring her lips to the corner of his mouth. However, she then speaks quietly through them, her words a mere murmur that reaches his ears alone.
“We’re being watched, Rognak.”
He freezes, and almost whips around right then and there, but Shandris just tightens her grip on him.
“Don’t react. Just keep fucking me.”
His eyes narrow at that. If they were being watched, it might be an enemy… and yet, she still wanted to keep fucking? That didn’t sound like a proper Sentinel, not by a long shot. Which meant they weren’t being watched by an enemy… but by an ally. Tch, if it was one of his neophyte druids, Rognak was going to tan their hide and then some. He wasn’t sure he liked the idea of anyone seeing him and Shandris going at it.
Then again, they’d sort of brought this on themselves, hadn’t they? They weren’t in his tent like before, nor had he demanded that they go to his new tree abode that Cenarius had helped him to craft. If he had, perhaps they wouldn’t be dealing with a peeping tom. Even still, as much as he might have wanted to go along with Shandris’ order, Rognak needed to know exactly who he was putting on a show for first.
Letting a rumbling growl emit from his chest, he speaks as quietly as he can right back to the Night Elf Sentinel, still buried ball’s deep inside of her.
“Who is it, exactly?”
Shandris’ eyes flick away for a moment, and then up to meet his. She smirks slightly as she continues talking out the side of her mouth.
“No clue. They’re invisible. But I can smell them. Female. Not Fel Magic… Arcane. And they’re aroused.”
The moment Shandris had said ‘invisible’, Rognak had had a sinking suspicion in his gut. But then she’d kept talking and… well, there was no longer any plausible deniability. He sighs, even as he continues to thrust into his Night Elf lover down below.
“Jaina Proudmoore… the leader of the humans that my Warchief has allied us with.”
Shandris hums, not looking disappointed or upset in the slightest. He’d thought that maybe finding out they were being spied on by a woman instead of a man would upset her in the same way thinking that they were being spied on by another male had initially upset him. But if anything, Shandris seems almost… pleased to find out that Jaina is watching them fuck. Meanwhile, Rognak can’t even properly wrap his head around it.
Why was Jaina of all people spying on them? Did she need him for something? But then, if it was important she would have made some noise and given them a chance to disengage and get dressed before coming up to them. And if it wasn’t important… surely she could have waited until later, when they returned to the encampment right?
He-
“Hey. I don’t care about her watching. So unless this is some deal breaker for you… get back to fucking me.”
Shandris has grabbed onto one of his tusks to get him out of his own head again. Staring down into her eyes, Rognak snorts… and gets back to fucking her. If the Sentinel didn’t care that Jaina was watching, then fine. He wouldn’t care either. Though it was still very distracting and as he fucks Shandris, it’s obvious that she can tell how distracted he is. Before, it was just the two of them. Now? Now he’s performing for an audience.
After several minutes of this, Shandris lets out a low growl and suddenly pulls herself up him a bit more. This allows her to rest her head on his shoulder for a moment, something that Rognak doesn’t think much of initially. He just keeps fucking her, until the Sentinel suddenly lets out a grunt and pulls back down, looking him in the eye with a smirk.
“She’s gone.”
He blinks at that, raising an eyebrow in question, and Shandris’ smirk only widens in response.
“I figured out where she was hiding and threw her a wink. Figured she’d either work up the courage to join us or leave… she chose to flee. Heh, these humans your Warchief has found… they aren’t exactly the most courageous people, are they?”
Rognak frowns at that, even as he continues to fuck Shandris deeply. Now that he knows it’s just the two of them, he enters a more normal rhythm, pounding away at her clenching, orgasming cunt with his throbbing orc cock. At the same time though…
“Jaina is stronger than you think. I’m sure this is just a… new situation for her. And her people… they came from the same situation as we did, but things were even worse after we left, I think. The humans… the humans will prove themselves in time. You’ll see.”
It was funny, because on the one hand, there were the memories of another life that he’d relied on more than once to guide him through this one. And while those memories felt… faded in a way his real memories did not, he knew enough to know he’d been human in that other world and other life. But on the other hand, he’d grown up victimized and abused by the humans of this world. So it was hard to feel too bad for them. Still… there were always individual bad eggs. Rognak didn’t think Jaina was one of them though. And not just because of the other memories.
“Whatever. She’s gone so fuck me properly now, okay? And don’t stop until I say you’re done~”
Rognak snorts at that, forcing himself to focus on the moment. Don’t stop until she says he’s done, eh? Sounded to him like a certain Night Elf Sentinel was underestimating his stamina and endurance. Immortal she might be… Rognak wasn’t going to take such a thing lying down. With a lustful growl, he proceeds to unleash the full might of his savagery upon his Night Elf fuck buddy.
By the end, Shandris is in fact the one who says they’re done… but she does so panting and mewling, completely exhausted upon his cock and just shy of begging for mercy. As it should be.
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