‍ ‍ *͟𝐻𝖊𝖑𝖑┈𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ݁ ⋆

you were made for it, you filthy orc, and you’re nothing more than that.

Borug@SmithingOrc

I wouldn’t dream of it going any differently.

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and if i do, you better not waste a single damn droplet and be grateful for it. and then I’ll think about taking your ass.

Borug@SmithingOrc

And I’m fucking proud. Fill my filthy mouth with your piss. And my ass with your seed.

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196

you’re disgusting. you should get your ass filled with piss instead.

Borug@SmithingOrc

Could go for a pint of ale. Or piss. Or both, really.

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ㅤ ❝ What’s the matter? Saberon caught your tongue? ❞ ❝ I don’t 𝐜͟𝐚͟𝐫͟𝐞; worship your Warchief. After all, that's what you’re good for since you’re not good for fighting, whore. ❞ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

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// planning to be more active. just need ideas of what to post. orcs come to your warchief, allow him to worship you or be worshipped by you

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His thumb slowly circling the head of it. ❝ It is buried in the many laws within. Only few know the consequences of doing such… and you will be joining those few. ❞ His hand gave the shaman’s cock a singular stroke. ❝ Gorum, why don’t you lay down for your Warchief. ❞

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Garrosh was many things, but stupid? Well… he was that but not to that degree! The warsong visibly huffed out of his nostrils, approaching the shaman. ❝ I've seen quite enough. ❞ His hand reached for the shaman’s manhood, firmly gripping it. +

“Seducing? Showing off? Why… Warchief!” The shaman keeps his loincloth held aloft, swaying his hips side to side, allowing his hairy junk to sway along. A few dribbles of sweat rolling down his balls and dripping to the dirt below. He shook his head gently and smiled.+

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His eyes remained between the shaman’s legs. Silent. What a feat! ❝ showing off… ❞ he spoke finally, his eyes drifting to Gorum’s face. ❝ you do know seducing your warchief is a punishable offense, right? And I am in charge of such. ❞

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I quite follow…” Cue a small smirk. “What exactly is it that I am ‘doing’ on purpose?”

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❝ fascinating attire… almost like you are doing this on purpose! ❞

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❝ Who do you think you are!? Demanding such things! ❞ Garrosh tried to jump forwards toward Gorum but he barely made an inch. ❝ Punishment is in order once you—no, once -I- break free from this! ❞ His grip on Gorehowl slightly loosen but it wasn’t a noticeable difference.

“Come now, warchief. You think me a fool?” He nods down to where Garrosh still had Gorehowl clutched in his grip. “You drop that, and then I drop the spell. Quick, quick. I’ve no qualms with ‘proving myself’ further, if you’re still unconvinced.”

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He stammered out. Garrosh’s pride was too strong for him to admit that he was just careless and that he was underestimating the older shaman. He huffed through his nose. Bringing his gaze back to the shaman. ❝ You can release me now. I promise you are not in any trouble. ❞

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The Warchief simply growled at him, glaring furiously. He’d attempt to free him once again, thrashing, turning, but nevertheless it was pointless. ❝ This… this was a MERE fluke. I would’ve put up a better fight if—th-this is no proper way to treat -your- Warchief! ❞

The shaman turned his hand so that his palm faced upwards, then closed his fist. The roots tightened around Garrosh. Not enough to harm him, but enough to ensure he was completely restrained. Amusement played across Gorum’s face, stepping toward Garrosh. +

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ㅤ ❝ Show you my boobs? ❞ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

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‍ ‍ *͟𝐻𝖊𝖑𝖑┈𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ݁ ⋆@orcishtyrant·7 Şub

After his second attempt his arms were bind by them. Not making a single dent in them, it made sense his strength was half. Garrosh struggled against these new bindings, keeping a good hold on his weapon. ❝ This… this! Hhngh—What is the meaning of this?! ❞ Garrosh demanded.

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‍ ‍ *͟𝐻𝖊𝖑𝖑┈𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ݁ ⋆@orcishtyrant·7 Şub

This move was unprecedented. He was expecting something more straight forward. His legs were wrapped by the roots, falling down to his knees. Panic grew inside of him. As he fell he tried to swing his weapon at the roots subduing him. ㅤㅤ↴

It was as soon as Garrosh lowered his weapon that Gorum struck. A slight inhale, a forceful exhale. His hands stretching outward, fingers curled at odd angles in the other orc’s direction. A single utterance in a language long forgotten. +

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‍ ‍ *͟𝐻𝖊𝖑𝖑┈𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ݁ ⋆@orcishtyrant·6 Şub

// mootie replied to my starter. yippee, now time to be active I suppose.

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‍ ‍ *͟𝐻𝖊𝖑𝖑┈𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ݁ ⋆@orcishtyrant·6 Şub

ㅤ Garrosh shows off a wide grin. Perfect, he thought. His opinion of the other has changed. He lowers his weapon down to his side. ❝ Excellent… ❞ He growled out. ❝ Must you not hold back. After all, I have high expectations for you, shaman. ❞ ㅤㅤ ㅤ