Zi’Guja - The Shadow Hunter

Zi’Guja left the Echo Isles at a young age. She entered the jungles to become a shadow hunter and did so quickly. The loa, impressed by her strength, cunning and leadership during the trials, judged her worthy and gifted her the Sight.

She used that boon now to locate their target’s whereabouts, who had settled in place and she knew would stay put for now. They would get there within the day and the hunt would be over.

The Northern Barrens were vast and mostly desolate, and it had been long weeks following the trail that was finally leading her Whoreband back towards Durotar. It would become rockier terrain but be more populated. At least relative to the Barrens now behind them. And it was Horde territory. Safe for the most part, which was why they had forgone their usual armor and now Zi’Guja could feel the wind on her pussy. The safety wasn’t the only reason they were wearing less armor. She saw the final outpost before the river crossing ahead.

Far Watch Post wasn’t much more than a watchtower and an orc burrow with a riding wolf pen located a bit to the south. The pen contained more chickens than wolves. Overall, it was not a very accommodating spot, but necessary for the protection of Durotar.

The handful of guards stationed here wore simple but effective armor, painted red for the Horde. Zi’Guja gave the large Horde banner hanging from the watchtower a slight nod as her party approached.

One of the guards, an orc who appeared to be able to nap while standing upright, was at least a light enough sleeper to jolt himself awake when two trolls, two orcs and a tauren marched into his purview. Noticing the white haired shadow hunter he gave a quick salute and yelped “For the Horde!” in Common as they passed by. She replied in kind, the two female orcs in her party also answering but in Orcish.

A few other guards turned at the commotion and Zi’Guja watched the glacial realisation slowly dawning on their faces. Only now did the troll notice that this outpost was manned only by men. She counted seven orcs in total, unable to see how many were stationed up in the watchtower.

It had been a quiet last few days as their hunt drew her Whoreband back to Durotar and she was keen to finally catch up to their quarry. The original plan was to pass through Far Watch Post and cross the bridge as quickly possible and without stopping. But not spying any other women in sight Zi’Guja wondered how these soldiers were holding up.

She knew orcs to be just as horny as any other race of the Horde, but bored orcs guarding a vital outpost like this without something to fuck seemed a recipe for disaster. Perhaps this was a new stratagem being employed in the area, that maybe their unfulfilled lust would transfer to bloodlust when enemies attacked? Farfetched.

She knew her status as a shadow hunter intimidated the guards here, as it did most low level soldiers, or maybe it was the brutish tauren stomping along behind her. It would take a pretty **** member of the bunch to approach them and request use. This showed their inexperience as soldiers, as any more seasoned warrior who had survived a few dozen battles wouldn’t let perceived rank get in the way of a good pussy. She’d be able to judge how long these orcs had been without women out here based on when someone grew brave/horny enough to come forward, if at all, but then Femi spoke up.

“Zi, maybe we can stop a while,” she suggested quietly. The troll shadow hunter smiled to herself and kept walking, but her pace slowed.

“Can we now?” Zi’Guja wondered out loud. “Do ya have da seer’s eyes? Do ya know when and where da quarry will jump to next then, Femi?” Her eyes flicked over to the young orc, watching her breasts bounce with her steps. The shadow hunter liked that the orc had started to speak out more and assert her presence in the group. Zi’Guja saw potential in her beyond gruntwork. Femi could become a real warrior for the Horde. She just needed to steel her resolve.

“I… I don’t know that,” Femi admitted. She looked to her Whoreband captain and realised she had been eyeing her harding nipples. The orc blushed but kept in stride. “You said we would reach our destination with time to spare… so perhaps we could spare some time?” she tried. “I do not see even one woman stationed here, which his odd… and I think they could use the boost in morale.”

“You have da soft heart, Femi a’ka Wolftaker,” Zi’Guja told her, and this was not something a warrior ever wanted to hear. Howerever, coming from the shadow hunter, and being referred to as ‘daughter of’, Femi almost felt like it was edging on complimentary. “But a soft spot for your fellow orcs is not unexpected. Maybe you’re just in need of a hard spot for a few minutes, eh mon? Perhap we’re all in need of dat.”

At dat Femi let out a breath, a smile crossing her lips momentarily before she fell back in line behind her leader. Zi’Guja now stopped and her party settled. She stood before the orc burrow which was more like a storage bunker now by the looks of it. An older orc with a greying beard nodded at her in greeting. His arms were thick with muscle and crossed with battlescars.

“Lok’tar, shadow hunter,” came his gravelly voice. He stood and spoke in a respectful manner, but Zi’Guja saw the hungry look in his yellowing eyes, and the old orc wasn’t hiding his interest in her freely exposed femininity.

“Lok’tar,” she greeted in return. “I’ve seen you before...” she added, tapping her chin. She had, but she knew he’d never fucked her before.

“Kargal Battlescar,” he said by way of introduction.

“These be your men, Kargal Battlescar?” She gestured to the outpost in general.

“Men of the Horde,” he nodded, though that much was already obvious. “May we be of service, shadow hunter?” That seemed hopeful and the troll smirked and saw the orc do the same. She deigned to look around as if she hadn’t already gotten the complete lay the land.

“Where be da womenfolk?” Zi’Guja asked, allowing herself to slip more into her island accent. “None be stationed at dis outpost?

“Sent back to Orgrimmar,” said Kargal with a sigh. “For the Celebration.” Only then did the shadow hunter remember. She had been so preoccupied with the hunt…

“Ah it’s dat time is it?” she nodded. She stepped closer to the outpost captain, standing taller than the orc but leaning in to his ear.

“Perhaps me whoreband can be of service to yo brave men,” she told him, not exactly a whisper but there was a low growl in her throat. “To yo men of da Horde.”

A grin split the old orc’s face, looking up at this shadow hunter beauty. He shoved his hand between Zi’Guja’s legs and started rubbing, his movements rough but not impatient. The troll exhaled, feeling those thick calloused fingers stroke her folds, allowing herself a moment’s enjoyment before raising her head.

“Whoreband!” she called out. “Go be useful now!”

At that her party of women warriors broke off, although they didn’t need to wander far as the orcs had slowly gravitated closer to the burrow once they saw the shadow hunter had stopped to chat. She was now grinding her crotch on Kargal’s hand, her pussy beginning to drool much like the orc’s mouth. Her own hands went to undo his armor, long fingers swiftly unbuckling his iron belt.

“Ahh shadow hunter is eager to taste my sword,” the old man grinned. Zi’Guja smirked and grabbed hold of the real weapon actually attached to his side.

“You be weildin’ a mace, mon,” she noted, said battle mace dropping to the dirt with a heavy thud, taking Kargal’s leggings down with it.

“This is the sword I mean,” he said, pointing to his exposed, bulging erection, genuinely worried there’d be confusion if he didn’t explain the metaphor. The troll chuckled and grabbed hold of his ‘sword’. In reality it was shaped much more like a mace. The dark green head of it mushroomed out thicker than his shaft, and it was a thick shaft.

Being a woman of the Horde, Zi’Guja appreciated the differences in cock shapes and sizes of the other races. Compared to troll cocks for instance, which were long thick and perfect, orc cocks were not as lengthy, but generally girthier, especially bugling in the middle. She stroked Kargal’s bulge now, feeling his veins and tight skin in her soft palm and imagining how it would feel stretching her out. The old orc groaned with enjoyment, his fingers still working on the shadow hunter’s pussy. He slipped in two thick digits, earning a cock flexing moan from the lovely, dangerous troll whose white hair was tied up tight and high.

He pulled his fingers out then, reaching up to shove them past her tusks and into her mouth. Zi’Guja tasted herself and hummed, then let herself be lowered to her knees by the fingers pressing down on her tongue.

Kargal used his leverage to open the shadow hunter’s jaws and pushed his cock forward. Fingers were replaced by the bulbous, grass coloured dome and the troll took it readily. She stroked his lower shaft as she sucked his head, tasting the green skin and feeling the flow of salty precum that already began to leak out onto her tongue. Her eyes darted to her left and to her right, but she couldn’t quite see where the rest of her whoreband had been seconded to. She was too close to the burrow. After indulging herself for a few minutes she would need to get into a better position.

“Maybe you can stop by more often, shadow hunter,” the horny orc suggested as he gave her more inches to swallow. “They hardly post women out here,” he lamented. “Not far enough out for a proper Whored detachment, too close to Orgrimmar for any proper sluts to stay…”

Zi’Guja popped his cock out of her mouth momentarily. She went down to taste his wrinkly, hairy, and heavy nuts, spit wet shaft sticking to the side of her nose as she considered his proposition and predicament. She could tell he was holding onto a decent load.

“Maybe next hunt, mon,” she promised, then began to lap her way back up his thick meat. She covered it with kisses while brushing her small tusks against the hard flesh, Kargal growling from the different but pleasant sensation. “My Whoreband is at da Horde’s service,” she finished. Her soft tongue dragged up the orc’s cock and she swallowed him head first, then **** herself down to take him whole.

“Burrr!” he growled, amazed at how deep down her throat the troll could take him. What incredible sluts these shadow hunters were. Or were all trolls this good? He grabbed onto to the knot keeping Zi’Guja’s hair up and used it like a handle. Like he would pump his own hand when jerking off he pulled the troll’s head up and down on his cock, and the shadow hunter let him. She let him fuck her skull, her spit and drool dribbling down her chin and onto his balls and onto her tits. The wet slapping sounds and girth being jammed down her throat were all of her world for a few suffocating moments but she knew she wouldn’t ‘suffer’ long. In fact things finished even earlier than she expected, disappointingly, as Kargal yanked her head off of his cock completely and held her away from himself like she was a heated brand. She was, in a way.

He stared at the beautiful creature who had half an eye closed, thick strings of bubbly spit running down her chin and onto her breasts and stomach, breathless and confused.

“What’s da matta?” Zi’Guja asked, her voice only slightly harshed by the rough throat fucking she’d gotten. The orc licked his lips and let go of her hair.

“Haven’t cum in a while,” he said, breathing heavily. “It’s gonna be a good one… a big one… I want to put in you.” He put his hands on her hips and drew the troll close, his eyes locked onto her red haired mound.

“Hahaha you wanna gimme dat mojo huh?” she laughed, staying close to him while pushing the orc back until he was against the wall of the burrow. She swung a long leg over his waist and he grabbed it, then she got up off the other one and the orc held her easily in his arms. The troll was already well lubricated and his iron hard cock was pointing straight up. He lowered her onto his swelled member with ease, but did it slowly, obviously wanting to enjoy this first shot for as long as he could. Zi’Guja was impressed by his resolve and tried not to squeeze him too hard and make him pop too early, though he was so thick anyway she knew she wouldn’t need to put in much effort to make herself cum.

When she finally bottomed out on him the orc let out a low howl. Then he began to fuck her.

“I’m gonna breed you, shadow hunter,” he told her, his intentions sounding quite serious but the troll was doubtful. She’d never met any troll/orc halfbreeds in her life. She knew them to be most rare, if they did exist. Probably required magic at some stage. Something more than what they were currently doing at least. But she humored her potential sperm donor and licked his cheek.

“Mmmm… go orc go orc,” Zi’Guja cheered softly, Kargal’s great green girth getting harder and thicker still inside her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder, occasionally biting at his neck to reward him for pushing in extra deep on a particular thrust, and they both picked up pace steadily. The shadow hunter allowed herself to get lost in the sensations for a few moments, her full pussy feeling wonderfully stretched by this experienced old orc dick. Then the world spun, Kargal turning suddenly and she was pushed against the wall now. The orc’s lust was overwhelming him now and the troll found herself pinned to the burrow, the shadow hunter totems on her back clattering with each hard thrust.

Knowing the end was near Zi’Guja just held on for the ride, the heated orc rutting faster and faster, pounding her pussy with relentless fervor. She came before he did, but only a few moments before, as her clutching walls gripped around his cock and his seed burst forth. Kargal roared, ferocious, unleashing himself inside the jungle troll. Waves of bliss washed through both of them, the orc not stopping until he shot every thick load of his fully and completely up this Horde whore’s cunt. Zi’Guja could feel the first few splashes coating her walls, enhancing her orgasm until it was all melded into a great oozing pulsation of pleasure in her taut body.

At last the old orc’s shoulder sagged and his arms slacked. The troll’s feet found ground easily but she still hung her arms around Kargal’s neck. He looked up at her, brow drooped and dripping with sweat, then down at where his cock was still lodged in her throbbing cunt. They just stood together for a moment until his utterly spent member finally wilted enough to slip out of her, a hearty splatter of cum hitting the dirt at their feet.

“Fink I knocked you up?” Kargal posited, to which Zi’Guja could only chuckle. The orc laughed too, his head clearing.

“If not we can try again next time, mon,” she suggested. Now she could look around and stepped out of the burrow’s shadow while the orc pulled his leggings back up. She hadn’t sensed anything awry, or out of the ordinary while getting fucked, and could see that her whoreband were making themselves useful. Not finding any orc unattended, or in immediate need of attention she decided to head up the watchtower and assess the situation from there.