Relief of Tension
((A bit of post War Campaign fun. I haven’t written smut in ages, and I figured I could use the practice. Bear with me!))
There was a nervous energy in Orgrimmar that was palpable, and it seemed to overtake the sadness in the wake of Saurfang’s death. Gehryn knew that the High Overlord would have wanted it no other way. He wouldn’t have wanted people to sit on their laurels and grow sedentary in their mourning. Gehryn agreed.
The demon hunter looked out from the front gates of Orgimmar, watching the Alliance forces disperse, and their siege engines be dismantled or wheeled away. He opened a small bundle of fruit that he’d purchased below and set it on the wall in front of him. He leaned on his elbows, and crossed his arms. Occasionally he would spear a strawberry on one of his claws and pop it into his mouth, sighing at the sweetness of it as he watched the goings on below.
There was still much to be done. There were still loyalists to the Banshee Queen to be rooted out and dealt with. There were families to reunite, or to attempt to reunite. There was a great deal of tension that needed to be relieved all over the city.
Gehryn thought about how close he had come to siding with Sylvanas in the beginning. How close he had come to siding with Death, unknowing though he may have been. The prospect made some sense to him. He could see her reasoning, and agreed with it in some respects, but he found in the end that he preferred the chaos of life to the mindless order of death. He was glad he chose the way he had, that he sided with Saurfang, that he decided to fight for the side that wanted to protect Azeroth.
Or rather, he nearly had. As of course, a war was so close to happening, and then it didn’t. Varok Saurfang, tired of needless bloodshed, and unwilling to pit the Horde against the Horde once again, gave his life to expose Sylvanas for what she really was. Thank goodness he did. Even so, to be on the precipice of a battle without taking the plunge. It does leave one feeling rather unfulfilled.
Gehryn looked down at a cherry amongst the pile of fruit before him. He cut into it with one of his claws and spread the crimson juice out over the white cloth it was wrapped in, sighing before popping the cherry into his mouth. He had just spit the pit over the wall when he heard a voice behind him.
“Hey!” The voice came from a female orc. Gehryn turned slowly and leaned back against the parapet, resting his elbows on the wall and letting his hands fall at his sides. He crossed one long, slender leg over the other as he watched her approach. She slung her axe at her shoulder and relaxed somewhat as she recognised him.
“Ah, Gehryn. I was worried I’d have to mop up a loyalist.” She said. A grin crossed Gehryn’s full lips and he shrugged.
“Hello Brikka. Worried, or excited?” He asked. She gave him a glance, then smirked, shrugging as well.
“I won’t lie, to be so... ready for a battle only for everything to end so suddenly.” Brikka growled. Gehryn felt a shudder go up his spine at the sound, and he nodded his horned head.
“I know. I feel it too.” He said. He reached with one hand to the bundle of fruit on the parapet beside him and moved it in her direction. She nodded and walked up beside him, leaning on the parapet and grabbing several pieces of fruit, throwing them all into her mouth at once and devouring them, pits and all.
“My axe still hungers.” She said once she’d finished swallowing her food. Gehryn grinned, still leaning back against the wall, but leaning his head back to look at her face.
She was beautiful in the way that orcs were beautiful. The bright orange of her eyes blazed against the green of her skin, and her skin contrasted the dark purple of the thick mane of hair that ran down her back. Her muscles rippled beneath her skin as she tensed and shuddered in anticipation of a fight that she wouldn’t get to have. Her frame was powerful and firm, but the curvature of her silhouette, even covered in Orgimmar city guard plate, was not to be denied. Gehryn bit his lip as he studied her features, then took a steadying breath. Brikka glanced at him and unashamedly let her eyes roam.
Gehryn, while only an inch or two taller than Brikka, was every bit as battle-hardened as she was, though his frame was more lithe and built for dexterity. While by orc standards, Brikka was definitely feminine, Gehryn’s form and features didn’t land so clearly on either end of a binary. He was androgynous in appearance. Somewhat alarmingly so. But the power in his form was plain to see, and his every movement was so fluid, patient and confident, belying further, less visible strengths. Brikka watched as he affected a slow roll of his hips for her viewing pleasure. Her eyes darted up to meet his and she turned away to look back out over the fields outside Orgrimmar.
“It’s you that hungers.” Gehryn let that sentence hang in the air for a while. “It’s us who wanted the intimacy of combat. Though I’m sure our weapons are just as eager as we are.” He said. Brikka glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, then nodded after a while.
“Eager is right.” She grinned at him. “Thank you for helping me catch that pair of assassins.” She said, grabbing more fruit. Gehryn nodded.
“The pair that became the trio.” He nodded and chuckled. “It’s what we were there to do.” Brikka nodded, swallowing another mouthful of fruit.
“I don’t like that we had to fight the Horde.” Brikka said. Gehryn nodded. “But you fight well.” She said, nudging him with an elbow. Gehryn grinned at her, leaning into the nudge. She felt his lithe frame tense against her arm and he watched her pause. There was a brief silence between them before Gehryn responded.
“As do you. I’d like to see you fight again someday.” He said. Brikka grinned and nodded, the ring that pierced her tusk clicked as she did so.
“I’d ask you to spar with me, but with the state of things in the city, that would be unwise.” Brikka said. Gehryn nodded and sighed. Brikka reached for more fruit and realised that she had taken the last of it. She paused and glanced at him. He smiled and nodded, watching her chew, then swallow, studying her lips, her jaw, her throat. She then picked up the cloth that the fruit was on and licked at the stain of cherry juice that Gehryn had left on it. His eyes went wide and he gasped a little. Brikka paused, her tongue still pressed against the white cloth. She then slapped the cloth back down on the parapet and looked at him, affecting an annoyed look.
“What?” She asked, watching his fel-green eyes. He smiled slowly.
“Just noticing that we have similar tastes in armour.” He said. “Or rather, the lack thereof.” He grinned at her. Brikka smirked and nodded. “Some would say that we’re unnecessarily distracting.” He said. Brikka snorted.
“They are fools.” She said. “Mobility in combat is an effective and valid form of defence.” She said. Gehryn nodded. “And so is distraction. We arm ourselves the way we do because we want our foes to know our fearlessness, and the undeniable strength of the Horde!” She said, turning to face Gehryn and spreading her arms wide.
“Tell me, elf. Could you deny this?” She said, slamming her fist against her stomach hard. Her muscles didn’t flinch, though a lesser opponent would have dropped to the floor before her. Gehryn took in the display, his eyes roaming her form hungrily. The anxious energy of the day was causing him to tremble, and he bit his lip to steady himself. He looked her in her bright orange eyes and shook his head.
“No. I couldn’t deny you if I tried.” He replied. There was a growl in his voice that sent a shiver up her spine and the two stood, staring at one another for a moment that seemed to last hours.
“Kiss me.” Brikka said. Gehryn needed no further prompting and stepped toward her. One hand rested at her jaw, and the other wound around the small of her back as he leaned in quickly, their lips pressing together.
Brikka’s lips parted quickly and she sucked his lower lip between hers. One hand gripped the back of his neck, while the other grabbed his waist. She dug her thumb into the crease of muscle that defined his hips and led down between his legs. She felt Gehryn flinch and heard him gasp as she bit down hard on his lower lip, drawing blood. She started to pull away, but Gehryn held her close.
“You won’t break me, Brikka.” He said, his lips brushing over hers as he spoke. His tongue dragged across the wound she gave him, and then over her upper lip. The taste of his blood, and his affirmation was all she needed. She arched her hips against his and tugged him hard against her. The plates of her armour pressed into his skin, spikes and all, and she took his lower lip into her mouth again, sucking on his wound.
She felt him shudder against her like a panther anticipating bloodshed. His fingers wound in her mane of purple hair and tugged, then pressed her harder against his lips. His tongue explored her mouth, teasing at her own tongue. She stroked his tongue with hers, drawing it further into her mouth before she bit at it as well. She chuckled deep in her throat at his gasp and his moan. He shuddered again, and dragged his clawed hand up her back to rest at her shoulder. She knew he drew blood. It was her turn to groan into his mouth. Brikka pushed him away suddenly.
“Those munitions crates. Back there.” Was all she said before heading behind them. The pile of unused ammunition from the war that didn’t happen was high; heavy crates that made for perfect cover. Gehryn followed right behind her. The anticipation of what was about to happen was electric between them, and set a chill over his skin.
As soon as he got behind the crates and out of sight, Brikka turned about, grabbed his shoulders and threw him against the wall of wood and iron. He chuckled at the impact and dug his claws into the wood of the crates, dragging them upward and leaving little curls of wood in their wake. Brikka closed the distance between them with one step and grabbed his belt, pushing him hard against the boxes. She yanked at his belt so hard that it snapped. Both of them paused. Brikka looked down at the ends she held in each hand. Gehryn grabbed her hair again and tugged, directing her gaze to meet his.
“I can afford repairs.” He said. She grinned and nodded, yanking him close with the snapped ends of his belt in her hands. As he came forward, Gehryn grabbed one of the straps holding her pauldrons in place and unfastened them in one fluid movement. He did the same with her other pauldron and cast them to the ground behind her. Brikka grinned.
“Done this before, have you?” She asked. Gehryn smiled, licking at a droplet of his blood that had been coaxed out of the corner of his mouth.
“Not with an orc yet.” He said. Brikka looked into his eyes, her cheeks already flushed a deeper green.
“Really? Well I must apologise for ruining you for any others in the future.” She chuckled. Gehryn grinned a wicked grin.
“Oh, I forgive you for everything you’re about to do to me.” He said. Her eyes went wide and she watched his blood-stained lips as he spoke. Gehryn recognised the famed bloodlust of the orcs moments before she was upon him.
One of her hands let go of his belt and grabbed one of his horns. She tilted his head back and pushed him against the crates with such force that his vision swam for a moment. He chuckled to himself as her other hand shoved downward, dragging his leather pants down on one side. He gripped at the leather harness that kept her chest plate in place and pulled it to press her against him.
She leaned in to his exposed neck, licking at his skin first, then closing her lips over his flesh. The wet contact made his body writhe against hers, and she pushed his head back against the crate again. His fingers worked the buckles that fastened her chest plate, undoing them as she shoved his pants down far enough to expose his member. He wrestled her chest plate and leather padding out from between the two of them and cast them on the ground beside her pauldrons.
Brikka took advantage of the lack of armour between them and ran her hands up his bare chest, her finger tips roaming the creases of his muscles and exploring the thick scars that formed his demon hunter tattoos. She grabbed at the belts holding his pauldrons in place and snapped each of them with ease, throwing them to the ground. She then further tore open his already open vest and pressed against him as she sunk her teeth into his collarbone. Gehryn moaned aloud as her teeth scraped bone and dragged his claws up her back, drawing blood again as she drank at his newest wound.
Brikka wound her powerful arms around his body, encircling him entirely as she licked, kissed, sucked and bit her way down his chest It was difficult to believe that there was a soft part of this iron-clad orc, but the warmth of her breasts pressing against his stomach as she carved a path of victory down his body made for a noticeable, and pleasing contrast. He sighed long and loud in her embrace until she bit hard into the bone of his left hip. Gehryn cried out loud, his hips bucking against her tusks, and his claws raking her shoulder blades. Brikka growled like a ravenous beast as she licked away the fruits of her assault, a saliva-diluted stream of red flowing from the fang marks in his skin.
“Well well, elf...” Brikka said, sounding satisfied. Gehryn was so lost in the ecstasy of the pain that he didn’t understand what she meant. He barely had time to react before he felt her mouth descend upon his member. He felt his neck go slack and his head fall backward, his eyes, had he not sacrificed them, would have rolled back into his head.
Brikka pressed the pad of her thumb into the wounds she left in his hips and pulled herself off of him, the head of his cock leaving her mouth with a soft popping sound. With a sharp intake of breath, his eyes went wide and he looked down at her.
“Stay with me, Gehryn. I have more planned for you than this.” She said. Gehryn chuckled as he watched her, his demonic eyes burning hot. He ran his fingers through that thick mane of violet black hair again, gave her hair a tug, then dragged her down onto him until he felt her tusks jab the skin of his pelvis. She groaned her approval and grabbed his hips tight, pulling him back and forth as her head bobbed up and down in a counter rhythm.
Over their panting, the two heard voices approaching. Brikka slowed her pace, and Gehryn cocked his head to one side, but made no efforts to quiet his moaning.
“Ya ‘ear dat, mon?” They heard a deep troll voice say.
“Yes, I do. Do you think someone’s in trouble?” A higher voice that sounded Tauren responded. Brikka grinned and looked up at Gehryn, nodding as her tongue ran circles around his shaft.
She mouthed out the words “You are”, her lips dancing over the head of his sex as she spoke.
Gehryn let out a shuddering laugh and then moaned as Brikka took the entire length of him back into her mouth. They heard the Troll voice chuckle.
Brikka pulled her head off of Gehryn and stood up, kissing him again. Gehryn moaned against her lips and Brikka growled in response. Without warning, she grabbed his horns and dragged him to his knees. With the same nimble fingers, Gehryn unfastened her belt and dragged her belt and short pants down. Gehryn’s fingers ran up the back of her thick-muscled thighs and grabbed her firm ass before leaning forward and biting her left hip, tasting her blood as it coated his tongue. Brikka moaned aloud and Gehryn grinned as he licked her matching wound clean.
“Naaah, mon, dey be juuust fine.” The troll said. They heard the heavy clopping of Tauren hooves get closer. Gehryn looked up into Brikka’s bright orange eyes as he licked and bit her stomach, slowly teasing his way down between her legs. The orc bit her lip and glared at him.
“Are you sure? They could be hurt.” The tauren said. The troll laughed.
“Nah, watch dis. FOR DA HORDE!” The troll shouted. Both Brikka and Gehryn laughed. Brikka responded first.
“FOR THE HORDE!” She shouted. She looked down at Gehryn and, still gripping his horns, tipped his head back and nodded her head toward the sound of the voices.
“FOR THE H-MMM!” His shouts were cut off as Brikka pulled his horns and pressed his mouth between her thighs. They heard the troll laugh aloud.
Dey be doin’ fine. C’mon! Plenty of people be needin’ ta be close after today. Let dem be.” The troll said.
“Oh. Uh. Yes. Of course...” The tauren said, both voices trailed off. Gehryn dragged his claws down Brikka’s backside as she rolled her hips, pressing her sex against his lips and his tongue. Gehryn licked, and kissed, and sucked, and bit, and Brikka steered his attentions with his horns. Gehryn looked up at Brikka, watching as her eyelids fluttered and her lips pressed together as she did her best to stifle the higher moans that he was coaxing from her.
His tongue would massage a circle around her clit and she’d shudder suddenly, jerking his head away, and then back down onto her. Gehryn chuckled every time. A long, low rumbling sound that came from somewhere deep within his chest, and Brikka would moan as the low sound would roll up through her core.
“Stay with me, Brikka. You have more planned for me, yeah?” He asked, a sly grin on his face. Brikka looked down at him and grinned, lifting him back up. She let go of one of his horns, then grabbed him by the throat and pulled him in as if for another kiss. Just as Gehryn was leaning in, she pushed him back against the crates again. The demon hunter grinned and glared at the orc as she, still grabbing his throat, pressed in against him. She raised one leg and propped it on one of the crates beside them.
“Enough play, beautiful.” She said as her other hand grabbed his cock and she pressed his head against the lips of her entrance, rising to her toes to accommodate their height difference and his length.
Brikka let out a long, low groan as she slid down onto him and her grip on his throat relaxed. Gehryn leaned his head back and moaned along with her, both of them sounding as though they had just lowered themselves into a hot bath at the end of a taxing day. Gehryn wound his arms around her and nearly buried his face in her thick violet mane. Before he could, Brikka regained her composure and gripped his throat tight. Her other hand gripped his ass and anchored there, using it as leverage as she began to roll her hips and thrust herself down onto his cock in a rhythm of controlled bursts of movement.
Gehryn thrust his hips counter to her rhythm, thrusting up as she thrust down, as best he could. Brikka’s iron grip on his body ensured that she was setting their pace. Gehryn moaned with each thrust, feeling his manhood surrounded by her passion-slicked sex. His claws dragged over her rippling back, tracing up the groove of her spine and causing her body to tremble as he hit sensitive parts of her skin. Brikka looked into his eyes again, her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyelids half-closed. She moaned low with each thrust down onto his member and inhaled through her teeth as she pulled back up.
“Kiss me, Gehryn.” She said. Her hand wound around his throat to clasp the back of his neck and she pulled his lips against hers again. Gehryn moaned into the kiss, biting into her lower lip and drawing blood. Brikka giggled, a sound which caught the demon hunter off guard, then she ran her tongue along the new wound and slipped her tongue into his mouth. With a hungry shudder and a low growl, Gehryn sucked her tongue clean, nipping it hard before letting it go. Brikka groaned as she rode him harder and faster.
The orc leaned back a little and, her hand still at the back of Gehryn’s neck, pulled his head down to her breasts. Gehryn pressed his lips to her green flesh, drawing a soft sigh from the hard orc. He wound one of his arms across her back to hold her against him, and gripped her other breast with his free hand. He gripped her breast firmly, squeezing her nipple between his ring and middle fingers. Brikka gasped as he sucked her other nipple between his lips, then traced a long, slow, wet circle around it with his tongue.
“Bite it.” She let out a sharp whisper. Gehryn obliged, pressing his teeth down into the sensitive skin and tugging at it. He did the same to her other nipple, pinching it between his index finger and thumb and tugging at it too. Brikka let out a loud moan, gripping him tight and pulling him against her. She thrust down onto him harder, the hand at his hips tugging him into her as deep as their physical bodies would allow in that position. Her body quivered with each thrust then she tossed her head back and let out a long, trembling growl that quickly became a low moan.
She pulled his mouth away from her breast and met his gaze, her eyes wide and studying his face.
“You didn’t, did you?” She asked. Gehryn shook his head. Brikka grinned and pushed him back against the crates. “Good... I’m not done with you just yet.” She said. Gehryn nodded and smiled.
“Lucky me.” The demon hunter said. Brikka nodded and smiled, then eased herself back down onto him, the walls of her sex pulsing tight around him as she trembled in the throes of orgasm.
“Not just yet. Don’t leave me yet.” She breathed those words into his ear, and a shudder surged up his spine. He moaned in response.
“No. I’m yours.” He said. She whimpered at his words, but caught herself halfway through the sound. She kissed him hard, tugging his hair to press his lips against hers. When she broke the kiss, she panted into his ear.
“Fuck me, Gehryn.” She said. Gehryn growled in response. He then grabbed her ass with one hand, and with the other he grabbed the leg she had propped up on the crate. With a fluid motion that Brikka was barely able to track, Gehryn had lifted her up and spun about with her, pinning her back against the crates. Brikka gasped and giggled again at the display of speed and strength. She wound one of her arms around his chest, and gripped one of his horns with the other.
Gehryn leaned in and kissed her again, holding her legs tight as he began to thrust into her. Brikka wrapped her legs around his waist, the spikes of her boots pressing into his backside as the new angle allowed him to push deeper inside of her, and to hit different spots as well. Gehryn groaned as, since he had her pinned, he was able to thrust with the abandon that he couldn’t when she had restrained him.
Brikka’s eyes rolled back as he impaled her on his cock, the walls of her canal tightening around him. She wrapped one arm around his back, and ran her other hand through his hair, holding him tight.
There was a sudden snapping sound, like sails in the wind, and Brikka opened her eyes to see that Gehryn’s wings had unfurled behind him. She stared at them as Gehryn then folded his wings close about the two of them. Brikka released Gehryn’s hair and stroked her fingertips down one of his wings. The demon hunter shuddered and gasped.
“You like them?” He asked, his voice was shaking and his breathing was ragged. Brikka nodded biting into her lip as she panted with each thrust.
“They’re beautiful.” She gasped as he thrust hard inside her. Gehryn kissed her neck, her cheek, then her lips, then kissed her ear.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispered. Brikka gasped and moaned. She was beyond words, and he was right behind her. Pinned against the wall as she was, he was hitting the perfect spot with each thrust. She pressed kisses against his neck, his ear, and down to his shoulder, gripping his wing with her other hand to keep herself steady.
Gehryn kept her pressed to the wall, his claws pressing into her skin and causing dots of red to well up around his fingers as he clutched her tight. His thrusts were coming harder, his hips slapping against hers with each pass. The crates shook and juddered against one another. Both orc and elf moaned and gasped in sync, growing louder and more desperate.
Brikka cried aloud, pressing her mouth against Gehryn’s shoulder and biting down hard to stifle the sounds of her second, and more powerful orgasm. She wrapped her arms around the demon hunter, squeezing him with her legs and pulling him deeper inside of her as if she hoped that they would somehow fuse together.
Gehryn crushed Brikka against him and threw his head back, arching his hips against her as tight as he was able, obeying the commands of her legs. His hips bucked and he cried aloud with each thrust as he came hard, deep inside her. His wings snapped outward and shuddered before curling and shuddering so hard that they shook both the orc and the elf together.
They stayed that way, clutching one another so close that it appeared they were afraid of falling off of the surface of the planet and plummeting upward into the nether. Each panted and vibrated, a tangle of live wires, coated in sweat and blood, and looking for all the world as though they had survived a particularly brutal battle. Slowly, and with great reluctance, they began to stir, and then parted.
Brikka’s feet touched the ground, and she wobbled a bit before righting herself. Gehryn propped himself against the crate with one arm, his other hand on Brikka’s cheek. She gave him a giddy smile, laid her hand on his, then turned her head to kiss his palm, nipping at the skin between his thumb and index fingers. The demon hunter chuckled. His skin felt like he had been struck by lightning. Every inch of him was sensitive.
The two gathered their armour and began to dress themselves again. Gehryn chuckled as he gathered his armour together and set it on a nearby crate. Brikka looked at the torn leather straps and bit her lip. Gehryn shook his head.
“It was worth it.” He said. Brikka chuckled, tightening the straps on her pauldrons and covering up so much of what he had just been enthralled by. She smirked at him.
“Ever thought you’d be bested by an orc?” She asked, giving him a wink. Gehryn laughed and bit his lip.
“Well, the word best does come to mind.” He said, his eyes passing over her solid form once again. Brikka looked away, her face flushed a deeper green than it already had been.
“I should finish the rest of my patrol before I’m found out.” She said. Gehryn nodded, leaning back against the crates which were now very much in disarray.
“Certainly. I wouldn’t dare stand in the way of your duty... any longer than I have.” He shrugged. Brikka nodded, slinging her axe over her shoulder. She saluted Gehryn, and he saluted back. As she began to march off, Gehryn began to reorganise the crates.
“Gehryn.” He heard Brikka call to him. He shoved a crate back into place then turned to look at her.
“Yes?” He asked. Brikka walked back to him, standing close.
“My patrol ends at sundown. I... I have a place above the Valley of Honor...” She said. Gehryn nodded and shoved another crate into place.
“Where does your patrol end?” He asked.
“At the north end of The Drag. Near the gate to the Valley of Honor.” She said.
“I’ll see you then and there.” He replied. Brikka smiled then nodded.
“Okay.” She said under her breath, then repeated louder. “Okay.” Gehryn leaned in and kissed her once more, and she said it a third time, under her breath again. “Okay.” Gehryn blushed and bit his lip.
“Okay. See you then, Brikka.”
“See you then, Gehryn.” She said in a low purr before turning around and walking away, her stride far easier than it had been when she first approached him.
Gehryn watched her leave for a long time before gathering the remains of his armour and tying it together the best he could. The repairs would indeed be worth it. He walked to the edge of the wall that led into the city, leaping onto the parapet and preparing to glide down into the Valley of Strength to find someone who could fix his gear for him.
As he looked down, he saw a number of people staring up at the wall and at him, casting knowing glances his way. He paid them no mind as he gripped the torn ends of his belt together in one hand and leapt from the wall.