The power of demonic lust

For the past few days, a new regular had appeared in the reading room of the Stormwind Royal Library. This studious visitor always arrived early, using a ladder to select the books she needed from the towering shelves, and wouldn't leave until very late. Finally, after four days of this routine, at dusk on the fifth day, this visitor unusually left the library hastily, boarding the nearest gryphon to Southshore. After checking into an inn, she quietly awaited the night's arrival.

This was Jaina. Clearly, her research over the past few days had yielded results; her ability to find what she wanted so quickly and efficiently amidst the vast and complex books demonstrated her exceptional learning ability. Finally, as night fell, a seemingly ordinary nightingale's song echoed through the night sky above Durnholde Castle, and the two met again under the tree.

Facing Thrall's questioning gaze, Jaina eagerly revealed her findings: "I learned from a book describing demons that Eredar, who wield magical energy, become despondent and listless if imprisoned and deprived of a goal to fight for, especially if they are imprisoned. This is the result of magical energy accumulating within them and being unable to be released. Although Eredar and orcs are not the same race, your physical structures share many similarities, and magical energy likely has the same effect on all creatures. I've heard that you orcs..." "Before invading Azeroth, you drank demon blood imbued with magical power, which is why you've become bloodthirsty and belligerent. Now, your situation in the prison is clearly similar to that of the Eredar in the book, and you're exhibiting the same state."

Hearing Jaina's words, Thrall fell into deep thought: "Is it due to magical power? If so, it also explains why I haven't undergone this change—my parents didn't drink demon blood before coming to Azeroth." He deliberately used "came" instead of "invaded," expressing his negative attitude towards the war itself. “As you said, changing this situation requires a goal to strive for. So what can we do? The detention center won't let us duel like we do in the arena, and I doubt they'll even fight anymore.” Seeing Thrall in trouble again, Jaina said with some pride, “If you think I only got this much information after spending five whole days in the library, you underestimate me. I also found a solution. The accumulated magical energy in the body can be expelled through bodily fluids, and the most concentrated magical energy, which is the most effective way to expel it… well… it’s through carrying…” "The bodily fluids secreted during intercourse with the opposite sex, more precisely, through the male's semen and the female's... love fluids." At this point, recalling the wet sensation in her lower body when she was pinned down and violated by Igrov a few days prior, Jaina blushed slightly. She composed herself and continued, "So, as long as you can let your brethren enjoy, well, the pleasures of love, you'll become energetic again."

She expected Thrall to be extremely excited upon hearing her solution, but he showed no sign of happiness, maintaining his previous stern expression. “Is there a problem?” Jaina asked. “This doesn’t seem like a difficult thing, does it?” “Under normal circumstances, it would be easy, but right now, Durnholde is only holding male orcs.” Hearing Thrall’s words, Jaina realized she had overlooked this crucial issue. “But I’ve heard that some internment camps hold female orcs, haven’t they?” “That’s right, those are the internment camps in Lordaeron. Even if I could get to distant Lordaeron and return before dawn, and even if I sent the message there, they would face the same predicament—there they only…” "Female orcs are imprisoned!" Thrall said in frustration, slamming his powerful fist against the tree beside him, sending leaves fluttering down. "It seems the humans already knew our solution." (At this point, I know what you despicable folks are thinking. Orcs respect tradition, cherish honor, and those who shout "Lilies bloom under Brokeback Mountain" can go to sleep. Of course, this is also for the sake of later plot—author's note.) Faced with Thrall's distress, Jaina also felt helpless. It seemed this path was blocked. "Don't worry, perhaps there's another solution," she comforted Thrall. "Please forgive my outburst just now. I shouldn't have demanded so much from something unattainable. Thank you for everything you've done for me," Thrall said.

Back at the inn, Jaina's frustration was no less than Thrall's. Unconsciously, she had already linked Thrall's fate, and even the fate of all the orcs in the internment camp, with her own. “Is there really no other way?” she wondered. “Perhaps I should study more.”

This time, neither of them had to wait long. Two nights later, the young orc and the human girl met again outside Durnholde Castle—their third secret meeting. Unlike last time, Jaina brought bad news: “I heard that the Alliance has no intention of continuing to support the enormous expenses of maintaining these internment camps. They plan to close them one by one within a month.” Thrall was shocked by this news. He fully understood what this meant for him and the orcs here. “Closed”—this was just a polite way of putting on airs for the bureaucrats. In reality, it meant the end of the lives of hundreds and thousands of orcs imprisoned in all the internment camps. Although he could save his life by securing a gladiator position in the arena with his clear mind and outstanding martial arts skills, Thrall did not want to live such a humiliating life, leaving behind his companions. Yes, he would refuse to beg for mercy from humans and die with his people, with their last dignity!

“In that case,” Thrall said, “my people and I will face our destiny, lady. Thank you again for everything you’ve done for me, for all of us. I’m so glad it was you, and not anyone else, who informed me of this.”

“No, Thrall, it won’t be like you say. You won’t escape from here, find a place to live, escape the Alliance’s influence, rebuild your home, and eventually find your place in this world,” Jaina said. “The scenario you described, lady, has played out in my mind countless times. But it’s impossible. As you and I have seen, all the orcs except me are affected by demonic energy. They can only live in a daze until death. And perhaps that’s a relief for them.” “No, your people will be just like you, full of life and strength. You will take up arms of resistance and firmly grasp your own destiny in your own hands—at least that’s how it will be for the orcs here—after they’ve been through my body!”

“You… what did you just say?” Thrall was shocked once more. Every time this woman spoke, she seemed to bring him surprise. “I mean, I’m willing to help you, and…all of you. I am, in terms of gender, a woman, or, more broadly, a…female. Although there are many differences in size and appearance, physiologically speaking, I meet all the requirements of your female kind, and therefore can fill the gap of having no female orcs here.”

Thrall was surprised because he didn’t know that Jaina had not only brought the devastating news of closing the containment facility, but also her own solution. If she had hesitated at first, after hearing Thrall’s words, she made up her mind completely. This orc, the orc that humans considered inferior and lowly, could die without hesitation for his people, and she, only needing to endure a little pain, could save him and all the orcs here. What was there to hesitate about? Moreover, recalling the tingling and exciting feeling she felt in her lower body during the “Iglov Incident,” Jaina was almost certain that what she would have to endure was far more than just pain.

"Madam, do you know what your words mean? You've already done so much for us; there's absolutely no need for you to make such a great sacrifice." "I say this because I'm willing to do it. Spending time with you has allowed me to see you orcs in a new light. You are not the bloodthirsty, murderous people the outside world portrays you to be. You are a race that cherishes honor and values your fellow human beings. And the noble qualities you've displayed—your integrity, courage, and fearlessness—far surpass those of most humans I've ever known. I believe that when you gain your freedom, break free from the control of demonic energy, and regain your normal minds, you will not only bring destruction to the world as before. The world will become more vibrant, more… diverse, because of your existence. You will ultimately prove that you are worthy of your existence." "In this world, and here, these internment camps should never be your final destination."

Hearing Jaina's words, Thrall knelt on one knee, placed his right hand on his left chest, looked straight ahead, and solemnly said, "I swear to you, lady, on the honor of an orc, if one day we regain our freedom, unite together, and build our own home, you will be respected and loved by all of us. We will provide you with all the help and protection we can. However, as a human, you may not need these things; your noble actions are clearly selfless." Hearing this, Jaina blushed slightly. Thrall called what he was about to experience a "noble act." Imagining the scene, from a human perspective, it had absolutely nothing to do with the word "noble."

"Then, without further ado, shall I begin the 'assistance operation' now?" Jaina asked. “I’m afraid that won’t work, madam,” Thrall replied. “While your courage is commendable, the size difference between humans and orcs is too great. Besides, judging from your performance ‘that day,’ it’s clear you haven’t had a similar experience before. If your genitals were to be directly and forcefully penetrated by our orcish penises without any preparation, you would be in excruciating pain and might even faint, which is definitely not the outcome I want to see.” Jaina considered Thrall’s words and found them somewhat reasonable: “In your opinion, what kind of preparations should I make?” “I’ve thought about it,” Thrall continued. “Although I’m still young, the size of my penis is already quite large for our people. If your lower body can accommodate my penis and withstand my forceful thrusts, then others shouldn’t have too much of a problem.”

Hearing Thrall’s “preparation plan,” Jaina couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement and a tightening in her lower body. She had previously thought that if she had to have sex with these orcs, she would rather—or rather, hope—have Thrall as the first orc to enter her body. Unfortunately, Thrall was not affected by magic and therefore did not need to “release.” She had thought this idea was doomed to fail, but now, Thrall's suggestion perfectly matched her expectations. As if afraid he might change his mind, Jaina immediately replied, "Then, let's do it this way." She then took off her cloak and spread it on the ground, lying on her back. With both hands, she lifted the hem of her dress—which was, of course, a new dress—to her waist, revealing her completely naked lower body to the orc before her. Then she raised her legs and spread them apart, fully exposing her private parts. Jaina's current state was strikingly similar to when she had been assaulted by Igrove a few days ago, but there was a fundamental difference—that time she was forced, this time it was voluntary; that time he sat on top of her, using all his strength to suppress her, this time he did nothing, simply watching quietly from the side.

Speaking of Sergeant Igrove, if it were him instead of Thrall standing before Jaina, he would notice a difference in her lower body: her pubic area, previously covered in sparse, golden pubic hair, was now smooth and flawless; her labia, once tightly closed, were now slightly parted, and their color had changed from pink to a peach-red. Jaina wasn't unprepared. After deciding to personally "save" the orcs, she borrowed a razor from the male guest next door at the inn under the pretext of scraping ink off a letter, shaved her pubic hair, and then, with great courage and self-sacrifice, inserted two fingers into her vagina, hoping this would make the subsequent "rescue operation" easier. However, when she saw Thrall remove his leather pants, revealing a massive penis between his legs—comparable in thickness and length to her forearm—Jaina realized her previous "preparations" were far from sufficient, and she thought Thrall's suggestion was absolutely brilliant!

Finally, through their combined efforts, or more precisely, through Thrall's relentless effort and Jaina's endurance, Thrall successfully inserted one of his fingers into Jaina's body. While still far from their ultimate goal, it was a considerable step forward. Orc fingers are very large; compared to Jaina's slender fingers, Thrall's finger was roughly equivalent to three. At this point, Jaina's vagina was already able to accommodate the size of a human penis, but their ultimate goal was an orc penis, so they had to work even harder.

During this "effort," both displayed their ingenuity. For example, Thrall discovered that if he stimulated the small, protruding fleshy spot above her vagina while inserting his finger, the vagina would secrete a lot of viscous fluid, which obviously aided insertion. Similarly, Jaina discovered that if she stroked her breasts and the two erect nipples with both hands while Thrall entered her, the vaginal fluids would be secreted more abundantly, making her feel more comfortable and thus resisting the pain of her vagina being stretched open. Gradually, Thrall was able to insert his other finger into Jaina's vagina.

Finally, the final moment arrived. Thrall bent down, pressing the large head of his penis, resembling the shell of a young pincers turtle, between Jaina's labia. Feeling the heat, firmness, and hardness emanating from her lower body, Jaina realized that what was about to enter her was unlike anything she had experienced before. She adjusted her breathing, trying to relax her body and spread her legs as wide as possible, hoping for a smoother process. As Thrall's hips slowly and firmly thrust forward, Jaina felt an immense pressure and tearing sensation in her lower body. Her tender labia were forced apart to the maximum extent, and the unbearable pain almost made her abandon her previous decision. However, thinking of their efforts over the past few days, Thrall's unwavering resolve, and her own secret determination, Jaina said nothing and continued to silently endure it all. At this moment, she couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards Sal. If Sal had knocked out Sergeant Igrove even a few seconds later, things would have been much easier. Finally, when she felt her vaginal opening stretched to its limit, as if her vagina was about to be torn in two, the opening suddenly contracted. Although it was still wide open, it wasn't as unbearable as before. She felt something round, large, and incredibly hot enveloping the vaginal walls near the opening—Sahl's enormous glans had completely entered Jaina's lower body.

Given that the glans was the thickest part of Sal's penis, its successful entry told them that the following process wouldn't be too difficult. Sal continued to thrust his hips forward, slowly but powerfully. Jaina clearly felt her tight vaginal walls gradually parting from the outside in, her lower body space gradually being filled by a thick, hard penis. When Sal's penis had entered about halfway into Jaina's lower body, the tip of the glans encountered resistance, and Jaina felt the pain of pressure again. Both knew what breaking through this barrier meant—Thrall would take Jaina's virginity, completely possess her body, and Jaina would bid farewell to her girlhood and become a true woman. Faced with this final moment, Thrall paused, awaiting her decision; Jaina closed her eyes, nodded slightly, and as the penis penetrated further, Jaina felt a tearing pain, but it was brief. Then, the warm, swollen glans swept over the torn area, seemingly smoothing away the wound. From then on, Thrall's thick, long penis encountered no further resistance, advancing relentlessly until finally, the large, round glans touched the end of this arduous journey—Jaina's warm, tender cervix. At this moment, the young orc and the girl beneath him—well—now a young woman—unwittingly set a record: the first time a male orc and a female human had intercourse. Another similar record was set by the male human mage Medivh and the female half-orc Garona. Given the intense expansion and pressure Jaina experienced in her lower body during the previous process, it can be inferred that Garona would find the same activity utterly uninteresting.

Although Thrall's penis had successfully and completely entered her body, Jaina realized a problem: she couldn't feel the tip of Thrall's penis—his messy pubic hair and strong waist and abdomen. In other words, her vaginal opening couldn't fully accommodate Thrall's penis. She keenly realized that if she couldn't fully accommodate the orc's penis, during the subsequent "rescue operation," her delicate cervix would be relentlessly pounded by the hard penis like an iron pestle, which would definitely not be pleasant. The clever Jaina once again explored her body's potential. She began to take deep breaths, clenching her vagina and contracting her lower abdomen with each exhale. This would slightly lift her cervix, making some space for the penis inside her vagina. At this moment, Thrall would continue to thrust his glans, quickly occupying this space. After several deep breaths, Jaina finally felt a tuft of rough and messy hair in her smooth vulva, and felt a pair of firm, spherical objects in the two halves of her buttocks below her vagina—throne's testicles. Jaina finally fully embraced the orc's thick, long penis, something that seemed impossible at first glance. She had never imagined her body possessed such immense potential. The penis was inserted so deeply, so tightly, that Jaina had the illusion that it had pierced her entire body from her vagina upwards, all the way to her throat.

After remaining fully inside for a while, Jaina felt the penis begin to withdraw from her lower body. Compared to the initial entry, the speed was naturally much faster. The high, ridged tip of the glans and the raised veins and fleshy growths on the shaft scraped against the vaginal walls, giving Jaina waves of tingling pleasure. As the shaft withdrew, the pleasure vanished, replaced by an unbearable emptiness and a desire to be rubbed again. She didn't wait long. When Thrall withdrew his penis until only the glans remained, she thrust it in again. This second round was much smoother than the first; the thick, powerful penis plunged all the way in, reaching her very core. Jaina, experiencing another wave of pleasure, couldn't help but moan softly. Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth… the intervals grew shorter, and the intensity increased.

With Thrall's rapid and powerful thrusts, Jaina could no longer think, not even moan. She had to concentrate all her mind and strength to receive the orc's massive penis violating her lower body. Thrall, aside from the increasingly rapid thrusting of his hips, seemed unchanged, but his heart was conflicted and torn: Undoubtedly, his penis was experiencing pleasure from the tight, soft embrace and friction of the girl beneath him, but he couldn't let this pleasure control him, becoming a slave to lust. He wasn't doing this for his own enjoyment, but to save his people. Thinking of saving them, Thrall imagined every orc imprisoned here, forced to insert their penises into this girl's body and thrust violently until they "released" the pent-up magical energy within them. Thrall felt a pang of regret—for the first time, he had the thought of possessing this beautiful body alone. Thinking this, Thrall shook his head, as if that would banish these selfish thoughts from his mind. He rallied his spirits and continued thrusting, hoping the girl beneath him would quickly adapt to his size, frequency, and force, in preparation for the upcoming group "rescue operation."

Finally, after the thick penis had moved back and forth inside her hundreds of times, Jaina felt an unprecedented, intense pleasure wash over her. Her mind went blank; she felt as if she were on a cloud, her limbs convulsing uncontrollably. Her love juices gushed out like a burst dam, almost shooting towards the still-thrusting glans. A scream, barely audible, was forcefully suppressed by a pair of large hands—if Thrall hadn't intervened in time, that scream would have attracted all the guards of Durnholde! At this moment, Thrall stopped thrusting. The scalding vaginal fluid that Jaina was ejaculating into his glans was giving him immense stimulation. If he didn't stop, he would also ejaculate uncontrollably, which Thrall was trying his best to avoid—compared to what the girl would experience later, he didn't want her to suffer another unnecessary "watering." After her orgasm, Jaina collapsed to the ground, only having the strength to breathe. When Thrall withdrew his large glans from Jaina's vaginal opening, it made a "pop" sound, like a bartender opening a bottle of rum. The vaginal fluid sealed inside her gushed out, splashing onto the grass between Jaina's legs. A trace of milky white fluid lingered between the glans and the vaginal opening, finally dripping down due to gravity.

After laboriously tucking his still-erect penis back into his leather pants, Sal considerately wiped the mess between the girl's legs. Once she was tidied up and he was sure she could return to her lodgings alone, Sal prepared to return to Durnholde, telling the girl to get some rest and that the "rescue operation" would begin the next day.

[The End]

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