Jaina Proudmoore Vs Ogre

It'd been years since Jaina had set foot in Duskwood, and now, stumbling over a root and nearly colliding with a tree, the reason for that was abundantly clear.

"One little miscalculation and I'm up to my shoulders in weeds!"

Huffing and blowing a strand of honey-blonde hair out of her face, she hiked up her skirt and navigated herself out of the copse of forest she'd accidentally teleported herself into. Dense and dark, she tripped a few more times before breaching the brush. Beyond the vegetation that she crawled out of extended a flat plain interspersed with bushes and illuminated by moonlight. Beyond that, a cliffside perfect for scouting out her location.

In a blink she stood atop it, aided by the magic that had gotten her into this predicament in the first place. And for what, some upstart ogres causing trouble? Wasn't that a job better suited for the militia rather than an archmage?

Really living up to the accusations of being a pushover, she thought.

Sighing, she scanned the horizon, searching for any unnatural light or sign of human habitation. Treetops bathed in the light of the moon extended as far as the eyes could see, broken up only occasionally by a patch of naked land. To her right, the river that split Duskwood and Elwynn Forest in half. To her left, more trees.

Finding nothing, she closed her eyes and pursued a different method of search, letting the cool air brush her skin and the silence of nature calm her. This high up, it would be easy to locate even the small town of Darkshire using less conventional means.

Like tentacular feelers her mind extended outwards in every direction, searching for an overabundance of mana or any slight aberration to indicate the presence of magic users or magical contraptions that would signify civilization.

Nothing… nothing… still nothing…

There you are!

For a split second the air reverberated violently, and then she was gone. Destination: Darkshire. Mission: freeze some ogres.

***

Some might describe Darkshire as a small, pleasant town. The kind where you could live a quiet life away from the discord of a city like Stormwind. Others, like her, would describe it as creepy. A few hundred people lived there but you wouldn't know it given what little light shined from the houses and what few people roamed the streets. The trees? Still there, except now their wicked fingers cast hideous shadows that reached even the inside of the mayor's finely furnished mansion.

"Lady Proudmoore, we're honored by your presence and so grateful you showed up to help us."

Just by looking at him it was clear to her that Mayor Ebonlocke's gratitude went beyond the mere formality that their difference in station required. Relief showed on his face clear as day, and it was apparent from the weariness of his eyes that he hadn't been sleeping very well.

"I'm happy to be of help, Mayor," she said, shooting him a reassuring smile. "How are the injured? Have there been any casualties?"

"No casualties. As for the injured…" He looked down at his twiddling thumbs as if unable to meet her gaze. "They are very strange."

Her brow furrowed upon noting the edge in his voice. "Strange? Do you need a healer? If you'd like, I can retrieve a priest within half an hour at most."

"No, no," he said, waving a hand and meeting her gaze again. "We've had local priestesses look them over, but there's nothing physically wrong with them."

"I don't understand. Were they not attacked by ogres?"

"Oh yes, the Splinter Fist attacked them alright, they just weren't precisely wounded in the traditional sense."

Before she could question him further, Mayor Ebonlocke stood up. "Follow me and I'll show you."

He led her out of the mansion and onto the cobbled streets. A crowd had gathered outside as if hearing of her arrival. Men and women stared, courteous and controlled, whispering to one another, but with visible hope in their eyes and demeanor. Despite her initial grievances and the misfire of her teleportation spell that landed her in weeds and thickets and earned her more than a few scratches, seeing these people dispelled any doubts she'd had over coming here.

"This way," the mayor said.

Circumventing the crowd, Ebonlocke guided them into a building outfitted as an infirmary. A number of healers were gathered round, flipping through tomes and hovering over a woman lying upon a bed far too large for her.

"This is the latest victim, Sarah Ladimore. One of our Night Watchmen."

He spoke in a hushed whisper, and though the woman couldn't hear, Sarah looked at them from across the room, a pleasant smile on her face as she ignored the priestess tending to her.

"She seems… fine," Jaina said. But as she spoke a sense of unease took hold of her. Something about Sarah Ladimore was off, though she knew not what.

"They all seem fine on the outside, My Lady. Their mind is where the problem lies."

"We suspect mind control." One of the priestesses joined them, a young woman so fresh-faced that she looked as if she were still studying magic. Turning to Jaina, she did a curtsy and smiled. "Susan Mercy. Pleased to meet you, Lady Proudmoore."

Mind control? That didn't seem likely to her. Some sort of mild suggestion magic perhaps, but not full-blown mind control. The way Sarah was behaving, dazed as if in a dream and outright happy, didn't fit, and she'd never heard of ogres utilizing such advanced magic. It was possible that the trolls in the south taught them, but that was a stretch and she could detect nothing of the sort emanating from the injured woman.

"Pardon me, but I don't believe it's mind control she suffers from. Tell me, what exactly happened to her?"

The mayor fidgeted nervously with his tie. Susan gave him a reassuring look and touched his arm with her hand.

"She was raped."

"As was my daughter," Ebonlocke said, strangling his tie now and visibly struggling to remain calm.

"Goodness… I'm sorry to hear that, Mayor." Jaina glanced over at the supposedly mind controlled woman, studying her and again trying to detect any hint of magic ailing her.

Nothing. But Sarah did smile back.

"I've never heard of ogres doing such a thing," Jaina murmured. Determined, she turned back to the priestess. "How many victims?"

"Nine in total, but three this month."

"They kidnapped Sarah here and my daughter Althea while they were out patrolling," Mayor Ebonlocke said. "Since then we've had to tighten our patrols and send them out in groups of four… And that's after we already tightened them last month into patrols of three after they kidnapped Watchers Keefer and Bukouris!" He ran a hand through his dark, disheveled hair. "We don't have many female watchmen, but they've taken just about all of them at some point or another."

"And they all display the same behavior as Sarah," Susan said. "They come back with scrapes or bruises at worst and deny any rape occurred. Some of them try to go back to the ogres, but when we stop them they lash out at us. Often physically."

Jaina's eyes narrowed in thought. 'Strange' didn't quite cut this case.

"Kidnapped, assaulted, and sent back with their personalities different, possibly altered." she chewed on her lip, glossing through a catalog of spells and local artifacts in her mind.

"Now you see why I wanted you specifically," Ebonlocke said.

She nodded. "Yes, I do. And I'll do my best to solve this before anyone else gets hurt."

"Do you have any idea as to what's wrong with them?" Susan asked.

"Nothing concrete, but before I go out tomorrow I'd like to talk to Sarah, if that's okay."

Pleased, the mayor smiled and finally let go of his tie. "Certainly. While you do that I'll round up some men to go with you tomorrow."

"No need for that, Mayor. I can handle myself."

"I don't doubt your abilities Lady Proudmoore, but surely a small entourage would be worth taking?"

"I appreciate your concern, but no. I don't want to put your men in any unnecessary danger. I'm perfectly capable on my own."

"As you wish," he said, and then nodded towards Susan who smiled and gestured towards the bed that Sarah Ladimore rested on.

"Let's talk to our patient, shall we?"

***

Little could be gleaned from her conversation with Sarah Ladimore other than the woman's extreme insistence on returning to the ogres and her utter denial of mind altering magic of any kind. The other victims Jaina talked to said much the same, and at times became belligerent under questioning.

She hadn't expected to learn very much without confronting the ogres directly, but the strangeness of it all concerned her. Could it be that they had come to enjoy their captivity?

Highly unlikely, but there was no use pondering such things right now.

The Splinter Fist ogres inhabited a valley situated near the border rife with a system of caves festooned within the mountains. Typically they stayed within their territory and didn't cause a whole lot of trouble, and as such the cost of venturing into their caves and rooting them out had been deemed as too high to bother with. If an understanding couldn't be met however, that might just change.

A hop, skip and a jump later and her teleportation took her deep inside of their territory at the foot of a small hill that led up to the gaping mouth of a cave. Flags, wooden structures and stolen supplies littered the area. The air smelled of smoke. Clouds blotted out the sun. And all around, looking very surprised, were about half a dozen ogres.

They didn't move except to look at her. Curious, but not hostile.

"Do you have a chief?" she called.

No response.

"A lord? A warmaster? Some kind of leader?"

The ogres exchanged glances, then one shrugged and pointed a finger towards the cave.

Murmuring the words to a minor protection spell, she trekked up to the mouth of the cave and went inside its dark, dimly lit recesses.

The cave was excessively large, with a tall ceiling and such a wide, spacious area that it gave no room for question as to how a race of giants could live in such a place. Inside were another half-dozen or so ogres loitering about.

She repeated herself to this new group of ogres, and their gaze led her to one that had been sitting down. He stood up as she approached him, and she made sure to keep a safe enough distance not only from him, but the rest of the ogres as well. Shielding spell or not, there was no need to make things easier for them should they turn violent.

"I'm chieftain," he rumbled. "Name, ZZarc' Vul."

She could have guessed his position amongst the clan by his size alone. With arms like trees and a body rippling with both muscle and fat, he was the biggest of the ogres inside or outside the cave.

"My name is Jaina Proudmoore. I'm here to discuss the horrible crimes your people are committing."

"Crimes?" The chieftain looked offended at the prospect. "Nothing we did. No harm, no violence."

"You've been kidnapping and raping the women of Darkshire. I realize you don't understand humanity's laws, but if you don't stop, and if you don't turn over the perpetrators to us, I'll have to resort to violence."

"You?" Not possible."

Jaina sighed. "I've studied under the best mages on Azeroth, I assure you I can destroy all of you if you don't comply. But please, I have no desire for any sort of bloodshed."

Zzarc shook his head. "You're famous mage. I know you. But your magic not work here."

As he said this, he did something she would have never expected him to do had she been given a hundred years to guess: he removed his loincloth and freed the beast within.

Astonished beyond words, she stood there gawking for a long handful of seconds, eyes wide and mouth ajar before she finally composed herself enough to speak, her voice quiet as a mouse.

"Wow."

The ogre chieftain's fat cock hung between his legs like something out of a nightmare, immensely thick and perversely long. The way he displayed it taunted her, angered her, made the grip she held on her staff tighten.

The route of pacifism didn't seem possible at this point, but perhaps if she took out their leader the rest would comply with her demands. A solid idea, however she encountered a slight problem when she raised her hand and summoned a smoldering ball of fire.

It wasn't smoldering and there was no fire. The spell didn't work. Surprised, but with the quick-thinking reflexes required of one who frequented the battlefield, she tried again, and when that didn't work tried frost, then arcane, then what little nature and dark magic she knew. None of it worked, and neither did teleportation.

"See?" he said flatly.

She looked up, eyes darting left and right as a contingent of ogres surrounded her, cocks out and similarly nightmarish in size. Hulking blue and tan beasts with only one possible purpose in mind.

An anti-magic field? Or perhaps arcane nullifier contraptions hidden about the area? It didn't matter. She should have noticed earlier when she'd invoked her protection magic, but there was no time to contemplate things, nor would it do her any good right now. Without magic there was very little she could do except try to escape on foot. The odds of that were abysmal, but she had to try; and if that didn't work she'd have no choice other than to go along with whatever twisted measures they came up with.

Backing away slowly, she tried to distract them through conversation, asking them how they'd prevented her magic casting, but neither the chieftain nor his underlings responded. She made it the short journey out of the cave, but when she turned more ogres were there waiting for her.

"We lack females," ZZarc said, his voice booming out over the valley as he stepped out of the cave. "We do not harm. Never killed, never hurt. But need females for bigger family, and humans best. You, look most best."

"Bigger family?" They intended to breed more ogres from their victims? A shiver ran up her spine. A nervous bead of sweat rolled down her temple. Her robe felt hot and constraining. "That's absurd."

He ignored her and continued. "They like it. That's why they come back. You…" He was jerking at his cock now, making long, obscene, back and forth gestures with his hand as he nurtured his length to full. "You most pretty of all. Very sexy. Big breasts and gold hair."

Embarrassed over the ogres' open masturbatory display and shamefully flattered over ZZarc' Vul's compliments, her ivory cheeks flushed red.

Surrounded. There could be no escape from them now, and without her magic she had no means of fighting them off. Although she was loath to admit it, the outcome had already been decided the moment she set foot in that cave. One question remained, however: how best to get through the ordeal they would inevitably put her through? These ogres were larger and stronger than tauren. A woman of her size resisting them was about as pointless as a cat trying to fight off a kodo beast.

Terrible as it was, playing along seemed to be the best course of action. Given their stated objective of bolstering their so-called family, a spell or contraceptive potion could take care of the rest later.

"Fine," she said. "If a mate is what you want, then I'll gladly fill that role. Who is first?"

ZZarc thumped his chest with a fist. "ZZarc' Vul leader. I put baby in you."

"Naturally," she muttered, eyeing his cock and frowning. Could that thing even fit?

Given Sarah Ladimore and the other women, I guess it can.

"Now strip, then we begin."

Squashing her anxiety, she committed herself to pleasing this ogre in a way that would best suit her and, hopefully, more quickly allow her release. A bit of teasing and just maybe it would lead to a faster orgasm on his part.

She wasn't very experienced or knowledgeable in the ways of exciting men, but she did her best to give the ogres a show, stripping in a manner that she hoped was sensual, starting with her shoulder pads and then slowly and deliberately shedding her corset.

Thrusting out her chest and removing her bra, she let her breasts inch out, slowly, slowly, until releasing them and allowing them to flop out in their full, abundant glory, pale and pink and deliciously plump. Although her movements were clumsy, Zzarc and the rest of the ogres watched, captivated and absentmindedly stroking themselves to her while others hollered their appreciation for her body.

Devoid of her corset, she was naked from the waist up and, turning, she displayed her backside to the chieftain as she peeled off her skirt, revealing the delicious swell of her ass. Two abundant half-moons that could no doubt provide enough cushion even for an ogre.

Swallowing both her pride and her reservations, she stalked over to ZZarc' Vul, hips swaying, the sun highlighting her blonde hair and the fullness of her womanly curves. She stopped in front of him then, his great height towering over her small human body. Huge and sturdy over small and frail.

As she sank onto her knees before him upon the grass, he appeared even more ridiculously large, even more grotesque; and his cock, no less impressive in size, struck out from his body like a massive warhammer. The impossibly thick shaft pulsed with veins while the head flared out in a cushiony fist awaiting her ministrations.

Daunted and uncertain, she nevertheless threw her doubts aside and curled her fingers around his shaft, both hands clutching tightly and looking altogether too small for such an immense cock. It expelled heat like a furnace, warming her hands and inflaming her spirit. For a moment she couldn't help but marvel at its size, but then a reminder of her situation compelled her forward and moved her hands to action.

In one long stroke she marched her hands finger by finger up the length of his cock until they met at his tip. She repeated herself, squeezing and wringing him until an oozing glob of pre-cum dribbled out from his slit like paste from a tube, coating her fingers and making the return trip back down to the base of his shaft all the easier.

"Good," he said. "But faster."

Setting her jaw and shifting her shoulders, Jaina leaned into her work, breasts jiggling ever so slightly as she picked up speed, slicking her hands up and down the biggest cock she'd ever seen, felt, imagined or heard of. A surging river-like torrent of pre-cum flowed from the ogre's monstrous tip, rolling over and under and between her fingers, lubing up his cock until it was entirely coated in a shining layer of a salty, sticky pre-cum, a portent of what was to come.

The rapid, wet squelching of liquid squeezing between her hands, as well as the ogre's rumbled groans, became the only noise within their little corner of the valley. More and more she became accustomed to his bulk filling her hands and her technique changed as her confidence grew. One hand took to rubbing and twisting up and down his shaft, while her other hand tended to his cushiony tip, massaging and coaxing out a seemingly unending stream of pre-cum between her fingers.

"How's that, big guy?" she asked, what little muscles she had in her arm visibly straining as she jerked his cock.

"Suck," he said.

"What? Oh."

Keeping her hands firmly affixed to his shaft, she tentatively leaned forward, trying her best not to grimace as she wrapped her lips around the gruesomely thick head of his cock. It was a struggle just to fit it inside of her mouth, her lips stretching thin and wide, her tongue recoiling from the touch of the ogre's prick against it. With some difficulty, and to her mild surprise, she managed to fit the entire bulge of his fat cockhead into her mouth, lips tightly hugging the flared underside of his tip.

A little astonished over her ability to gobble up something as massive as an ogre dick, she blinked and wiggled her tongue, spirits buoyed by her newfound ability for sucking cock. The taste didn't particularly bother her, and she pressed on, testing the waters an inch at a time. Slowly, gradually, taking more and more of his bestial cock until finally her gag reflex kicked in and she pulled away, coughing and sputtering and forcing her stomach back down. Ogre or not, ZZarc' Vul probably wouldn't appreciate being vomited on.

Fondling her throat and tucking a loose strand of golden hair behind an ear, she collected herself and got back to work, sealing her lips around his crown once more. She'd only made it a few inches past his head the first time, but her second go was more successful, her lips creeping forward and taking more inches than she would have thought possible of her.

Eventually she found her limit at only about halfway down his shaft. Good enough for her and, judging by his murmured hums of appreciation, good enough for him. Her hands made up for what she couldn't fit down her throat, twisting and jerking at his cock while she bobbed her head on the rest of it, adding her saliva to the pre-cum coating his shaft. Spittle drooled out of her mouth and clung to her chin. The grass cushioned her knees while the sun beat down on her from above, reminding her that they were out in the open, all natural and all visible.

She gave this little concern however; the likelihood of anyone seeing the great Jaina Proudmoore fellating an ogre in an area as isolated and infrequently traveled as this was astronomically low. As such, she paid no mind to it, and did her best to ignore the crowd of ogres surrounding her. She instead concentrated on her task with singular focus, becoming more and more accustomed to the vulgar experience of throating an ogre and the entire throat-stretching, mouth-widening, tongue-squashing experience.

Due to his immense size, she couldn't suck him off as fast as she might normally, but she throated him as fast as she was able, taking him down her gullet at great spirited lengths. Sucking and slurping, gagging and gurking, sputtering and making a mess of herself but persevering despite her inexperience and anatomical difficulties. She'd always been a fast learner, and although she had her limits, she did a damn good job of deepthroating the ogre chieftain's manhood, keeping up a steady tempo, hands fondling at his shaft and balls, her pretty head unceasing in its back and forth bobbing, stopping only intermittently to pay special attention to his bloated tip. Snaking her tongue around it, slithering it into his slit and then loudly slurping on his cockhead before once again resuming her ignominious fellatio.

Jaina's large breasts jiggled in time with the movements of her head, her entire body mesmerizing as she sucked and sucked for what felt to her like a quarter of an hour before ZZarc' Vul forcibly bent her head back and pulled her off of him, taking his cock in hand and aiming it directly at her. She knew what was coming immediately.

Instinctively, she flinched and screwed her eyes shut right as the first volley of ogre jizz struck her in the face.

Great glooping gallons of the stuff rained down upon her, creaming her face with layer after layer of hot sticky seed, sparkling white and dribbling like slime onto her chest. Loads and loads, too much, more than a preeminent whore in a brothel would likely take in an entire year's worth of work, more than nature should have ever deemed to allow.

Jerking his shaft and grunting violently, he roared in satisfaction as he came, defiling her features and hiding her under a load of cum more ridiculous in size than the ogre himself.

Eventually, after an hour, or a day, or a week, or however long it took him to drain his balls onto her face, the torrent stopped. Somehow, she was still alive. She'd made it through the flood, although she now had to gasp for air through a stringy web of cum plastered over her mouth.

Unbelievable, she fumed.

"You best!" he proclaimed, and she could hear the grin in his voice even though she couldn't see it.

"Thanks," she blubbered, wiping off the sticky sludge from her eyes, mouth and nose. She did her best to clean herself off, but with all of the gunk in her hair and on her shoulders and thighs and breasts it was hopeless without a bath or a good dose of water magic.

Hopeful that she could finagle her way out of the sticky situation she was in, she asked, "So… how about we take a break and finish this later?"

ZZarc' Vul wiggled his cock in front of her and shook his head. "Uh-uh. You not pregnant yet."

"Right," she said, flicking a dollop of cum off of her nipple. "I almost forgot."

He thrust out one of his meaty fingers, pointing to a nearby tree. "Go bend over."

Scowling, she made one last attempt to summon fire. Her expectations were low and the outcome went as expected. Nothing happened. Sighing, she stood up and shoved past a couple of drooling ogres to reach the tree, turning heads as they watched the plump, pale cheeks of her ass undulate with each step.

Giving the tree bark a gentle tap, she muttered a feeble apology. "I'm not going to like this any more than you are, but try not to break on me, okay? I don't want to be sent crashing through you."

She braced herself then, fingers grasping at the tree, back arching and legs spreading. Ass presented in full. She didn't look behind her. Didn't need to. ZZarc's footsteps audibly thumped, his enormous form practically shaking the earth beneath him. When they stopped, she knew that this was it. All of these years studying just to be fucked by an—

"Oh damn!" Without warning and certainly without hesitation, the ogre chieftain slipped the fat tip of his cock into her pussy, forcing her pink petals apart around him. "You don't waste any time do you?" she gasped.

Before she was even finished speaking he'd crammed more of his massive girth inside of her, surprising her tight little cunt with more dick than it had ever taken and a hell of a lot more than she could have imagined taking before today.

An ogre! I'm getting fucked by an ogre! Sucking one is one thing but this…

She gasped and bit her lip, a shivering tremble running up her spine. It didn't take long for him to hit her limit, leaving a little over a quarter of his length unhilted and untouched. But this didn't satisfy him. Retracting just a fraction, he pushed forward again, wiggling and undulating his hips until he bottomed out inside of her, his pelvis grinding against the thick cheeks of her ass, so large and yet so small in comparison to the ogre pressing up against her.

"Light," she breathed. "That is a really huge penis. How are we even compatible?"

"We make good pair," he said, wrapping his hands around her and squeezing both her ass and her hips at the same time. "Make good children."

"That's ah—absurd."

He didn't respond, which suited her just fine. She didn't want to listen to him and she doubted she could speak anymore anyways. The beginning of ZZarc's thrusts and the establishment of a steady pace ensured that the only things coming out of her mouth were grunts, squeals and squeaks. Even in front of a band of imbecilic ogres, the erosion of her quiet and poised disposition embarrassed her.

So, in a way she was thankful when he picked up speed, beginning what must have been phase two of his plan to break her in after her brief initiation to the biggest dick in Duskwood. Not quite fast yet anything but slow, stretching her pussy with dangerous strokes. Making her forget the crowd of spectators gathering around them like they were attending an event at the Darkmoon Faire.

Jaina Proudmoore, prodigy of Antonidas, powerful archmage, consultant to the king, bent over and fucked by an ogre. Yeah, that'd fit right in at the Faire.

She took it all and she took it well. Perhaps too well for her liking. Stifling a moan and inadvertently turning it into a whine, she gripped more tightly at the tree bark as she was prodded, pumped and packed to the utmost with ogre dick, the plump, creamy-white cheeks of her ass jiggling and making vulgar clapping noises with every balls-deep stroke into her core.

"See?" he asked, hips pummeling her body, cock pounding the resistance out of her. "No hurt. You like?"

Angry at him as well as the fact that her pussy wasn't quite as obstinate as her head was, she snarl-squealed, grinding her teeth and clawing at bark. "You're a brute. An imbecile." She used what little leverage she had to emphasize each sentence by canting her hips and throwing her ass back into his thrusts. "A despicable, repugnant… ungh… cretin!"

"Thank you," he said, squeezing her ass and showing his appreciation with a series of long, electrifying strokes that seemed to knock the soul from her body.

"Oh!" She panted in open-mouthed derangement, huffing air in short bursts, ass wobbling, breasts swaying beneath her, pussy spasming, eyes glazing over as pleasure overwhelmed her senses. "Oh! Oh Light. Ohhh fuuck."

She groaned helplessly, body trembling in an agonizing climax, the rapacious beating of her heart drumming, thumping, pounding against her chest to the indistinguishable rhythm of her drooling pussy being pumped with cock and stretched to its limit. The fullness of her womanly form heaved and undulated, pale skin glistening, thighs shaking, transfixingly primal and feminine. Her groan transformed into a purr.

Clutching and constricting needfully at the ogre's girth lodged within her, her pussy milked the subject of its admiration. Heated satisfaction wrapped around her like a dream, and the turbulent power of her own climax rendered her helpless.

ZZarc' Vul's strokes continued without pause, unconcerned with the storm raging through her. Steady and deep, hands kneading her meaty hips and bouncing ass, he treated her over-stretched cunt to a shamefully sublime amount of ogre cock, hammering a smaller orgasm out of her in rapid succession.

By the time he stopped her legs and arms shook, sweat beaded on her brow, and her pussy gaped when he finally pulled out of her.

"Goodness…" she said, the tremble in her body reaching her voice.

"Tired. You take over," he said.

The ogre chieftain laid down, propping himself up against a rock that looked as if it would be flattened under his immense weight.

"You want me to ride you?"

He grunted an affirmative.

Jaina bit her lip, eyes scanning up and down the beefy flagpole that was his cock.

Although it had been inside her—deep, deep inside of her—the idea of lowering herself down upon such a monster and riding it seemed ludicrous. She realized then with a start that her hesitation came not from what had been her initial disgust over the idea of fucking an ogre, but solely from the disbelief that his manhood could fit inside of her. In other words, sex with an ogre no longer registered as abnormal to her.

The thought troubled her, but she shoved past it and stepped towards ZZarc' Vul. Ludicrous or not, if the only way she could earn her ticket out of here was by riding him, that's exactly what she'd do. And the sooner the better.

Straddling his huge body, she reached down to take hold of his shaft, holding it steady as she slowly eased down upon him. When the tip slicked through her wetness and prodded at her entrance, she sucked in air and held her breath, cooing every step of the way, inch by unbelievable inch. Deeper and deeper, lower and lower, she slid down the ogre's fat prick, her pink pussy stretching obscenely, impressively wide.

When she was at last snugly situated in his lap she exhaled a shaky breath of air, letting out some of the pressure building within her. Her hands gripped his huge shoulders for stability, her large breasts hanging full and softly framed between her arms, topped by the hard, pink nubs of her nipples. Slowly, gingerly, she began to bounce.

Up and back, up and back, hips rolling and ass bouncing. Her blonde hair glowed blindingly under the glory of the sun. Her moans, sweet and irresistible. Short bounces filled her up to the brim with rock hard cock. Dirty, wet, slippery friction that she was in charge of, that she controlled, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying it now. She owed ZZarc' Vul nothing, and this was reflected in the way she used him selfishly as her own personal, exotic dildo, fucking her pussy, making it quiver and clutch, spasm and squeeze.

Jaina didn't question her motives anymore. Perhaps what compelled her now had been hidden and repressed within her for years, but it didn't matter. That was a subject best left to those who had chosen a different field of study. Right now, as she bounced and wriggled and pumped her ass up and down in a desperate attempt to get herself off, the only thing that mattered was her own orgasm. The beast beneath her lacked human morals and understanding, but what the ogre didn't lack was an unparalleled tool, a fat fucking cock that bulged out her stomach, mixed up her insides, made her squeal and huff with animalistic desire to reach climax every time she slammed down upon him.

Before she knew it she was pumping her hips faster, grinding her clit in a frenzy of desperation. Closer by the second, closer with every bounce on his massive manhood, an unavoidable tidal wave surging into her, drowning her in a rush of blinding hot pleasure that seized her lush body in a fit of orgasmic convulsions.

She came to with her head on his chest in a drowsy, blissful state of being. Three orgasms in a row after years of not having any took its toll on her, left her weak and susceptible to the ogre's already fine cock.

"Why stop?" he asked.

Running a hand through her hair and sitting up, she looked at the ogre chieftain, realizing then that her ordeal wasn't yet over. "I'm tired," she protested. "I need a break."

"No break until pregnant."

He stood up and, since he had his arm around her and his cock lodged deep inside of her cunt, in a way so did she.

But then in an instant she was on her back, pinned to the ground with the grass tickling her skin. His hulking body forced itself between her legs, prying them apart, cock poised at her entrance.

He lacked manners, grace, and common decency, but when he shoved right back inside of her she groaned anyways. Groaned like he was killing her, loud and soul wrenching. Every titanic inch of the ogre's cock filled her up, stretched her tight pussy to its limit and dispensed with rational thought.

"More," she said, her voice husky and strained, verging on delirium brought about by hedonistic hunger. She had no more room left to receive and he had no more dick left to give, but still she wanted more. His balls hugged snugly against the upraised cheeks of her behind while his engorged cockhead kissed her cervix. Utterly and completely full.

"You like?"

"Yes," she admitted. Archmage or not, there was little room for propriety in a situation like this. On her back with an ogre balls-deep inside of her, she could do little but go along with the natural flow of things.

Right now that flow came at her fast, hard, and abrupt, pumping into her well-fucked cunt with devastating effectiveness. Chipping away at her sanity one stroke at a time. She mewled and writhed upon the grass, her hips canting up to meet ZZarc's thrusts, the harsh slapping of his enormous balls against her big ass mixing with their combined grunts, loud, vulgar and animalistic. Dirt crunched beneath them, her muscles strained; there was pain and discomfort, but to such a small and insignificant degree compared to the pleasure enshrouding her, smothering her, driving her into a sexual frenzy.

On and on, this ogre, this indefatigable brute, drilled her pussy with instinctive purpose, faster than one might think possible given his enormous form and fully intending to impregnate her with his spawn. Consequences be damned, she only wanted more. More pleasure. More dick beating into her greedy little pussy and making her scream up into the treetops.

The angry squawking of birds marked their departure. Every ogre in the Splinter Fist clan watched the scene unfolding before them, hands pumping their erect shafts. Watching as their chieftain broke in Jaina Proudmoore.

She tore at the grass, clawed at her hair, her body glowing under sweat and sunlight. Wild and free, her large breasts bounced to the rhythm of her pussy being unceremoniously ravaged. And all the while she shouted and groaned, her reserved and quiet demeanor displaced with the cock-drunk revelry of a professional whore.

"More!" she cried, throwing up her hands and grasping at his shoulders. "Give it to me you brute!"

ZZarc' Vul didn't need much encouragement to pound the living hell out of her pussy, but her encouragement nevertheless emboldened him. Now that she was properly broken in, now that she was begging for more and clawing at his skin, the fire inside of him raged to match hers. Like the ragged roaring of an engine he huffed and grunted as he laid into her, the tremendous weight of his body driving forward and back, then forward again. Hammering into her, claiming her cunt with full strokes that gave her every inch every time.

"Ohh Light, yes," she whined, wild-eyed and beautifully fuck-mussed.

The two of them were a tangled mess of limbs upon the grass, vulgar in every conceivable way—their beastly ululations, their difference in size, the squelching thwacking of an oversized cock pumping into an undersized hole, the sheer unnaturalness of their joining—human and ogre, learned archmage and half-wit savage. Nothing mattered to her now though but her next orgasm, built up by the brutal toe-curling, bone-rattling dicking she was receiving. No doubt she'd be sore later, but for now pleasure superseded such thoughts and worries.

For now, she was a willing mate.

Very, very willing.

An orgasm blindsided her, striking like electricity up her thighs, a full body orgasm that caused her eyes to shoot up into her head, lashes fluttering, mouth open in an exhausted groan. Her back bowed off the ground with a convulsive jiggling of her tits, pelvis rocking up to meet the cock still ploughing into her, preparing to sow its seed.

As she came her tight little cunt rippled and spasmed and milked ZZarc's tool, vying to take him with her. Soon enough his movements increased in intensity and decreased in stability, his breathing faster, his grunts even more beastly. Teeth bared, the ogre chieftain struggled to hold on, but the clenching of her pussy was too much. The thumping of his body against hers finally stopped, and he grinded against her, hilted inside of her quivering quim with his balls hugging her ass, ready to blow.

He jerked against her, his cock pulsing and twitching inside of her, spraying forth his seed. Hot, viscous and creamy, an oceanic magnitude of ogre cum that filled her up and then trickled out down her ass and onto the ground below.

Partially numb and without a single thought in her head, Jaina rubbed her stomach and smiled dumbly. The fullness of being stretched to her limit with cock and filled with deliciously hot cum was satisfying in its own right, but when ZZarc' Vul pulled back and gave her a few more thrusts for good measure, she trembled with one final climax, cooing pleasantly.

Satisfied with his work, he withdrew from her completely and stood up. His voice boomed, but she was too out of sorts to understand what he was saying. Too fucked silly to care.

Gradually, thought returned and she sat up. In front of her towered ZZarc' Vul. To her left, right and behind, a number of other ogres who'd been watching. Cocks in hand, she quickly realized that they were jerking off to her. No, not to her—on her.

Her blue eyes widened as sticky volleys of ogre spunk shot out onto her naked body, dousing her in a white shower of soupy seed. One after the other, two at a time, four at a time, spewing white filth. Thick ropes and gooey globs. Her hair, her face, her back and her breasts, her thighs and toes, everywhere all at once, covered with jizz.

Dumbfounded and still drunk on cock, she looked up and smiled, catching a full shot glass worth of cum on her teeth, then another between the eyes. Reveling in the depravity, she smiled through it all, her golden hair and pale skin drenched under a shiny, sticky layer of seed.

The ogres were relentless in numbers, a constantly rotating group that likely comprised the entire Splinter Fist clan, grunting as a chorus and jerking their fat cocks, practically drowning her in cum.

Finally, it stopped.

She sat there afterwards, head raised as if waiting for more, basking in the pleasant warmth of the sun and the innumerable layers of baby batter sticking to her skin. It turned her hair white, dangled precariously off of her chin, pooled within her lap and upon the ground, and only once she finally wiped it from her eyes did she realize that the ogres had dispersed. The few that remained lay sleeping, including ZZarc' Vul himself.

Dazed and satisfied, she attempted to stand up, failed, and then tried again. Successful, she hobbled over to her clothes and put them back on.

"Thanks, boys," she whispered.

Leaning on her staff for stability and stepping over the arm of an ogre, she made her way out of the valley towards Darkshire and, hopefully, the end of whatever anti-magic zone prevented her teleportation.

***

"That's it, Mayor. Problem solved."

He didn't look convinced. Perhaps teleporting directly into town without bathing hadn't been the wisest decision.

"And you're sure you don't need to kill them?" he asked.

"Positive," she said, adjusting her corset and making her cream-coated breasts jiggle. "As soon as the women are ready, the ogres will personally apologize to each and every one of them. Naturally, I will facilitate this meeting by teleporting them to the ogres."

"There will be no more attacks then?"

"None," she replied, and added silently: None will be necessary.

Turning away, Jaina stepped towards the door before hesitating with her hand on the knob. Her eyes shifted to Sarah Ladimore who was watching from the bed while a nurse tended to her.

Something unspoken passed between them, and Jaina winked. The other woman's eyes went wide in understanding, then she smiled back. A happy, excited smile.

Exiting the building, Jaina made her way back to her quarters, forgoing the purchase of a contraceptive potion. Climbing into bed weary and exhausted, she laid back and, hand thrumming the sweet spot between her thighs, fell asleep to thoughts of the morrow and the mind-altering bliss of Splinter Fist ogre dick pounding into her.