【Chronicles of Outland - Nagrand's Charm】03

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Chapter 3
I live in the western part of town, not far from the farm warehouse, but you have to cross a market to get there.
At dusk, people who have finished their day's work gradually return home, and the streets, which were sparsely populated during the day, gradually
begin to fill with people, mostly female orcs buying food. Many of the aunties and older women who know me
suddenly notice me with a female slave beside me and curiously come over to greet me.
"Saruman, you're back."
"Yeah, I just got back today."
"Garrosh came back too, right?"
"Yeah, Brother Garrosh went back first."
"I saw you came from the farm. Did you rent this female slave from the farm?"
"No, I bought her."
"What? Bought her? You're wasting money again. You must have made a lot of money this time."
"No, but I ran into a Draenei patrol, fought them, and stole a lot of equipment."
"Then why did you buy a human? Look at her small size. Draenei are better at heavy work."
"We don't farm. It's just that the house is too messy, so I needed someone who can be careful and tidy."
"Quite big breasts, oh, and there's even breast milk. You didn't buy her because you like drinking that, did you?"
"Haha."
As we chatted, a group of people surrounded me, asking all sorts of questions, which was annoying. But they were all
neighbors who had watched me grow up, so I couldn't really get angry at them over such a small matter.
"Hey! You bunch of immature brats, what are you doing?"
I could tolerate a group of women judging my female slave like livestock, but those half-grown boys
taking advantage of her was going too far.
"Get lost! If you want to play with women, go to the tavern and find a prostitute. If you're not afraid of getting a spanking from your mothers, hahaha
."
The female slave was terrified by these shrewish women and brats. Her body involuntarily moved closer to me. She was originally
a step behind me, but now she was almost on my back. It seemed that only when she was close to her master could she feel safe
.
To avoid further harassment, I grabbed my female slave and ran away. After passing through the market, I could finally see
my house.
The house was small and a very ordinary domed stone house. It was divided into a kitchen and a bedroom. There
was a food storage cellar dug under the house. A small yard was enclosed by a waist-high wooden fence. Because I didn't
take care of it, the yard was overgrown with weeds.
Entering the bedroom, I hung my weapon jacket on the wall and casually tore off the ropes binding the female slave's wrists.
"Kneel!"
I said in Orcish, but noticing the slave's puzzled look, I realized she didn't understand. So I
repeated the command in Common.
The slave, understanding, obediently knelt before me, head bowed, chest out, hands flat on her thighs, her posture impeccable
, suggesting she had received formal etiquette training before coming here.
"My name is Saruman. You've been bought by me. From today onward, I am your master. Tell me your name?
How old are you? How did you get here?" I asked three questions in quick succession.
"Yes, Master. I... my name is Annie, I'm twenty-one years old. I was originally Sir Ulpoli's personal maid in Shadowmoon Valley.
Three months ago, the orcs... your tribe attacked Firewing Outpost, and many people were captured. I was one of those captured
."
"Oh, so you're a descendant of your human slaves from Shadowmoon Valley."
After the Dark Portal was closed, Honor Hold, the human stronghold on Hellfire Peninsula,
was breached by Illidan's army within a few years. Except for a few who escaped into the mountains, most became slaves of the high elves.
"Yes, Master."
"That sir certainly knows how to enjoy life, bringing maids even to the border. So, what happened to your former master
? Did he die? Or did he run away?"
"Master Eupoli, no, my former master abandoned us and ran away. But it was chaotic at the time, so I
don't know if he actually escaped."
"Hmm."
Three months ago, during the raid on Firewing Outpost, [Galado] deployed over a hundred elite warriors. I
led a small squad responsible for the ambush in the Shadowmoon Valley area. I don't recall encountering any high elf officers,
nor was there anyone like him among the prisoners. I suppose he died in the chaos of battle.
"Alright, Annie, let's not dwell on your former master. Since you used to be a maid, you
must be quite skilled at housework and serving people."
"Yes, Master."
"Good. Go to the well and fetch some water to wash yourself, then come back here and show me your worth.
I will only protect those who are useful to me, do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
After washing up, Annie returned to me looking quite different. Her features were delicate, her skin fair, and
although she wasn't tall, her figure was beautifully curvaceous. In particular, her breasts, which were easily an F-cup, were just
covered by her red hair that reached over her shoulders, making one want to "see the light through the clouds." No wonder the high elves, known for their discerning taste,
would make a human their personal maid.
Looking at those full "weapons," I suddenly remembered what Aunt Sachi had said about having given birth, so
I asked curiously, "Annie, have you ever given birth?"
"No, Master." Annie shook her head, and, afraid I wouldn't believe her, quickly explained, "My former master loved
drinking fresh milk, so his personal maids would have their bodies modified with potions after they turned eighteen..."
Not a virgin, and with traces of breastfeeding, no wonder Aunt Sachi thought Annie had given birth. She just hadn't expected
to meet a high elf with the same taste. Hehe, now this professional baby bottle is a bargain for me.
"Come, Annie, we can begin."
"Yes, Master."
Annie stepped forward, knelt down in front of me, and slowly unbuckled my belt. I stood still,
looking down at her as she pulled my leather pants down to my thighs. My little brother was already erect and throbbing, but Annie frowned and
hesitated to bring her face close.
"What, it smells awful, doesn't it? I just got back from outside, haven't showered in over ten days."
Male beastmen naturally have a strong body odor, and with me not having washed for over ten days, the smell was incredibly pungent.
Annie's former high elf master was a germaphobe, and when she was captured and brutally raped by beastmen, she couldn't resist.
But now, asking her to willingly take this heavy-tasting penis into her mouth, she hesitated.
I didn't say anything more, just watched quietly, waiting for Annie's decision. After a moment, Annie took a deep breath and put
her head in her mouth.
"Hmm, not bad." I nodded, acknowledging Annie's efforts.
Annie had many experiences with oral sex, both voluntary and forced. Overcoming her initial discomfort, her movements
became more natural. My penis was quite large, and Annie's small mouth couldn't easily swallow it all at once, so she made full
use of her tongue, sometimes circling the glans, sometimes lightly touching the urethral opening, while her hands diligently stroked the shaft. After about
fifteen minutes, I felt the urge to ejaculate.
I reached out and pressed Annie's head down, pushing my penis deep into her throat a few times. Unfortunately, Annie hadn't been
trained in deep throating, and even with her best efforts, she could only take half of it in.
"Annie, I'm going to cum, be careful not to spill any."
"Hmm~ Mmm~" Annie mumbled incoherently, while her small mouth, still wrapped around my penis, began to suck hard.
Orcs' sexual prowess is second only to demons among all races in the universe. Although I had already ejaculated once at the farm
, the second round was still quite plentiful. Annie struggled to swallow, her
Adam's apple bobbing, but she couldn't keep up with the speed of her ejaculation. She could only spit out the penis little by little to increase the space in her mouth. Fortunately, when she spit it out to the glans,
my ejaculation finally stopped. Watching Annie puff out her cheeks, trying to swallow mouthful after mouthful of semen, I patted her 　　head
approvingly . 　　"Well done, Annie. That's enough for now. I'm going to take a shower. You tidy up the room. 　　I'm going out in a bit and will be back late, so you can go to sleep first. Don't wait for me." 　　"Yes, Master." Annie wiped the remaining semen from the corner of her mouth and got up to start tidying the room. 　　I took a quick shower by the well and went back to the room to change into clean clothes. Throughout the process, Annie kept her head down, busy 　　with her own tasks. 　　I stared at Annie, who was working naked, for a moment, then turned around and took a leather vest from the box and tossed it 　　to her. 　　"The night wind on the grassland is a bit chilly. Take mine and wear it for now. I'll buy you new clothes tomorrow." 　　Annie wasn't even up to my chest, so even a vest was big enough for her to wear as a dress. 　　"...Master?" 　　Looking at the clothes in her hand, Annie was a little stunned. Since being kidnapped here, she hadn't worn any clothes 　　. 　　"What's wrong? Don't you like wearing clothes?" 　　"No, no, Master, I just... I just..." Annie hesitated for a moment before mustering her courage to say, 　　"Master, you seem a little different from other orcs." 　　"Heh, because I'm a cultured orc." 　　"Huh?" 　　Regardless of how Annie interpreted my words, I didn't say anything more. I waved my hand behind my back and turned to 　　leave the house. 　　When I arrived at Garrosh's residence, the banquet had already begun. Three tall orcs sat around the campfire in the courtyard 　　, each holding a wine jug and drinking and chatting loudly. 　　Besides the host, Garrosh, the other two were the shaman Kadris and the warrior Malkorok, both 　　young officers of the Horde, the best of the new generation. 　　"Hey, Saruman, you're here. Make yourself at home," Garrosh greeted me as I entered. 　　I sat down next to Garrosh, took the wine jug he tossed me, and took a swig. 　　"Ha, good wine!" 　　Setting down the wine jug, I pointed to the green-skinned orc with long, topknotted hair across from me and said, "Kardris, what brings you 　　here today for a free drink? And you, shaman sir, didn't come empty-handed, did you?" 　　Kardris was one of the first generation of green-skinned orcs. Years ago, in their pursuit of power, the orc warriors , 　　led by their chieftain Grommash Hellscream, drank the blood of the demon high lord, Mannoroth. However, 　　this was actually a secret deal between the warlock Gul'dan and the demons. Cursed and transformed into fel-blooded orcs 　　, the tribal warriors became slaves of the demons. Although Grommash eventually realized his mistake and killed Mannoroth, breaking 　　the curse, they were ultimately infected by fel energy. Therefore, the orcs' descendants would forever bear 　　the shame of their green skin. 　　Perhaps to atone for his father's mistake, Garrosh took special care of his green-skinned brethren, so 　　Kardris, who lived nearby, naturally became a member of our circle. 　　"Haha, unlike you and Malkorok, I'm not shameless enough to come to Brother Garrosh's place and 　　freeload. You'll see what good stuff I brought soon enough," Khadhes laughed. 　　"Hey, you and Saruman can banter all you want, but don't drag me into it," Malkorok complained. Just then, Khadhes's wife, Harom, also a green-skinned orc, 　　came over 　　from the kitchen carrying a bowl of chopped meat . 　　"Saruman, this isn't your wine, why are you being so stingy?" Harom rolled her eyes at me, clearly having heard 　　my mocking words about her husband. 　　"Hehe, Harom, what are you holding? They taste quite unique." 　　"Nothing much, just the Heart of a Thunder Elephant. If it weren't good, I was worried you wouldn't like it." 　　"Oh, good stuff! Ha, I misspoke earlier. I didn't expect you two to be able to get your hands on such a 　　delicacy." 　　Thunder Elephants are otherworldly behemoths, originally brought to Draenor by the Draenei. In Draenei 　　culture, the Thunder Elephant's status is similar to that of the Dire Wolf to the Orcs. 　　By chance, tribal warriors discovered that the internal organs of these thick-skinned behemoths were a rare 　　delicacy, especially their hearts, which were said to have medicinal properties that could enhance physical strength. 　　Unfortunately, due to the interdependence between Thunder Elephants and the Draenei, these behemoths mainly live in the forests surrounding Shattrath 　　. Except during times of war, they are rarely seen outside of Terokkar Forest.

"While you were on your mission, someone
discovered a small herd of Thunder Elephants in the area bordering Nagrand and Terokkar Forest, so they organized a hunting party. Harom and I happened to be gathering herbs nearby and stumbled
upon this opportunity," Kadris explained proudly about the origin of this delicacy.
"Hmph, Kadris and I wouldn't have sold it for money, and now you guys are getting a good deal,"
Harom retorted angrily.
"Sigh, I'm only doing this because of Brother Garrosh. If I were alone, would you have
brought out this good stuff? My mouth is watering. Let me have a piece first,"
Malkorok said without hesitation, directly using the wrist blade on his right wrist to stab a piece of the Thunder Elephant's heart
, stuffing it into his mouth with the blood on it and devouring it.
"Hahaha, we're all brothers, of course we should share the good fortune," Garrosh laughed heartily.
"Harom, you two are both official shamans of the tribe, receiving monthly stipends. This small
amount of money doesn't mean much to you, so why not share it? As the proverb goes, sharing happiness is better than
enjoying it alone."
I quickly grabbed a piece and stuffed it into my mouth. The meat was tender and delicious, tasting somewhat like salmon, and the blood
even had a unique sweetness. Anyone unaware of the origin would never guess that this delicacy was actually
the heart of a giant beast.
"Oh dear, Saruman, I heard you just became a shaman apprentice, and you've already inquired about the stipend before even starting your studies.
With this attitude, you'll never be promoted to an official shaman."
Harom wasn't going to let me fool her. Orc women are known for their fierceness, especially since she was a
magic-based professional.
"Big sister, I was wrong. Malkorok and I are just freeloaders. We've let down the tribe and
the elders who have nurtured us."
"Hey, hey, I told you not to drag me into this!" Malkorok shouted.
With such delicious food before me, who had time to argue with a shrew like Harrom? As for Malkorok's resistance, I completely ignored
it.
"You lot, good food and wine and you still won't shut up?"
Garrosh shook his head, like a group of immature younger siblings opposite him. Who would have thought these
noisy fellows were actually high-level or near-high-level elite professionals?
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