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"Hellscream and the Concubine"

"Where is Zhen'su?" The massive form of the Thunder King paced back and forth within his chambers with an impatient growl at the back of his throat. "I could hardly believe my most talented subject would not come when he has been summoned. He has received my summons, has he not?"

Tan was among the rarest of creatures; a female Mogu who had remained still on her knee after approaching Lei Shen's throne and bowing to announce her presence. Among the Mogu, she was a clever and talented concubine, but had grown tired of Zhen'su's name who himself had risen among the ranks in order to become the king's favored pet. Her eye twitched in irritation at having heard his name, but answered his question. "I did." She lied. "He seems to have lost interest in you, milord."

"Nonsense." He barked suddenly, nearly frightening the female before pacing back the other way once again. "He has never disappointed me."

Tan glared at this. "He is not the only suitor in the kingdom, sire." She said. "Do you really believe that you can maintain the constitution of your people by bedding a male concubine, when you have a perfectly suitable female before you who is willing to do whatever you desire?"

"Male. Female. It does not matter to us." He said, clenching his fist and releasing it again. "Zhen'su has the ability to make me feel, which is more than someone else could ever manage."

Tan held her tongue, straining herself to keep from uttering a sound at this. "But still, sire. He is not here, and I am. Let me prove to you my prowess and I will send you to the heavens for a night."

"NO! I do not desire you! I DESIRE ZHEN'SU!" He roared angrily, filling the skies with his echoing voice. Throwing his hands into the air, he sent up a mighty storm of lightning that crackled in the room for a few seconds before ejecting up into the clouds, sending out a brilliant wave of light that briefly turned the island to day before darkening again.

Tan was cowering before Lei Shen's might, she had covered her face and had not noticed another mogu appear between herself and the king. He was slimmer than most Mogu, but still had a large amount of muscle, cut into a more agile form. He stood, clad in only a nearly-sheer purple loincloth and gold and turquoise jewels dangling from his neck and his mane. Even to non-mogu, he was deemed beautiful, but his size made him far from effeminate. His glowing golden eyes were narrowed as he bowed before the king. "You have summoned me, milord?" He asked softly.

"Fool!" Lei Shen stormed toward Zhen'su, but the threat of being attacked didn't phase the concubine who remained steadfast. "You dare ignore my first summons? You only come upon my rage to the heavens?"

Zhen'su didn't look up from the ground under him but his face contorted with confusion. "Sire, I had received no prior summons."

"Tan was sent to retrieve you nearly an hour ago. She claimed you would not come, do you call her a liar?"

"I would not dare insult one of your thralls; one of my comrades, sire." He said turning a knowing glare to the female. "Perhaps the message was... lost on the way."

"It matters not." Lei Shen stated flatly, placing a large hand on the male's shoulder, a lustful grin crawling across his face. "What matters is that you are here, and that I have a great need of your abilities." He said. "I--I have never felt such desire, it's as though something has possessed me." A prominent arousal met Zhen'su's eye and he smiled softly in response.

"Milord, this time of year is what the mortal races call "Hallow's End" a combination of the moon's phase, and the spiritual festivities are possibly what have your needs in such chaos." He looked at his master. "Needs I would be enthusiastic to sate, should that word meet your amusement."

"Hmm." Lei Shen smiled a bit more. "It does indeed." His head turned and his eyes fell onto the stil-crouching female. "I no longer have need of you this evening, Tan. See the other men and leave my sight." As he turned, Tan shot a scathing glare before standing up again and walking to the door. As the door closed, Lei Shen spoke. "She has fallen far from my favor." He said with a growl. "Now she lies to me within my own palace? She deserves to be fodder for my men and not for myself." He turned and drew the other male into a long, passionate kiss, a hint of breath passed between their almost-stone toned skin before breaking, leaving only a bridge of saliva between their faces. "You serve me well Zhen'su." He said, a finger and a thumb stroking the male's cheek. "By my side you shall be covered in riches beyond your imagining."

"My riches come from serving you, milord." He said softly as he pushed back against Lei Shen's chest with his own until the king's thighs met the edge of his bedding and he slowly fell back onto the large blankets. "And you treat me in kind." He said as his hands abruptly sailed up under the mogu's kilt, his claw tips gliding along the skin until they met the heavy round orbs that had dropped down along the taint between his legs. Zhen'su was by nature a forceful creature, his addiction for sex, his lust had become somewhat legendary among the mogu and he enjoyed using it to earn Shen's favor. Lei Shen, while in demeanor being the mighty, all powerful Thunder King, the man who made Pandaren knees tremble, he was quite the opposite in bed. Gentle, almost needing, which made his enjoyment of the concubine's rougher treatment more enjoyable to him.

Lei Shen reached up and clasped Zhen'su's cheek and pulled him into a kiss, twisting his head slightly to avoid the collision of their tusks as their breaths inhaled sharply together as the king leaned further back onto the bed, dragging the other male with him partly. Zhan separated the breech in the king's cloth, letting his thick mogu cock flop free. It hovered dully for a moment, then sprang up immediately at the breath of the cool evening air. Immediately the pulsing shaft was pressed between the two mogu as their kiss continued for several minutes before Zhan could pull himself free. His hands caressed down the king's thighs again as his tongue slid along Shen's pectoral muscles, nipping playfully at the extrusions he found on his way downward. Lei Shen growled a bit in anticipation as he felt the concubine's tongue roam over his chest, then his stomach as he parted the king's legs. This was always Zhen'su's favorite part; his tongue wrapped tightly around the thick cock head, already tasting the seed pouring from the tip that had dribbled down the sides and rolled his mouth over it, getting a satisifed grunt from the matriarch, Zhan could have sworn there was a distant boom of thunder in response as his tongue continued to tease at the tip, then down the shaft as he continued lower. He could feel Shen's claws clutching at his scalp and Zhen'su knew that he was pressing all of his right buttons.

Inhaling and letting out a soft purr of satisfaction, Zhan's tongue came down to the other mogu's sack making Lei Shen hiss through the sides of his teeth as he enjoyed this royal treatment. Zhan's tongue fell still lower, as he guided his fingers to part the male's cheeks and let his tongue pass over it a few times before pressing against the warm flesh. An audible gasp came from Lei Shen, but Zhan didn't retreat, he seemed to become invigorated by the taste and forcibly thrust harder into the male. Lei Shen growled in delight as his subject took as much pleasure in giving as he had in receiving. Zhen'su almost became lost in the heft of the king's chest as it rose and fell sharply. His head fell back as the mogu tongue worked its way deep into him, then up and along his crack while getting quite hard himself, Zhen'su's cock was quite prominent against the thin slip of fabric around his waist.

"Hold..." Lei Shen said, his voice echoing in a commanding manner that made Zhen'su pause what he was doing. "I want you to ride me tonight."He said. "I want to feel what it's like to make you cum on me."

Zhen'su's heart skipped a beat and he grinned. "As you wish, milord."

The concubine was really quite an expert in these matters; he'd never been asked to be fucked by the thunder king before, but he was already anticipating the attempt. He crawled up into the male's lap, still slightly smaller, he managed to lay his stomach along the other mogu's chest, he could feel Lei Shen's cock pressing wetly against his ass as he rumbled deep within his chest. "I look forward to seeing how you handle me." He said with a grin.

Lightning illuminated the sky as Tan stalked angrily from the palace, she had not availed herself to the men as her master ordered. Why in her right mind would she surrender what she has saved for her king? What could he possibly see in Zhen'su that she could not offer? Her claws dug along the stone wall as she walked, leaving a visible scarring to the old material. A crack of thunder had her turn her eyes skyward. "That arrogant, pompous fool." She hissed angrily as she jogged down the steps toward the palace's outer wall. "He will rue the day he crossed me."

She saw a glimmer of light coming from the front gate, and she glanced around to make sure no one else was present as she approached it, the eyes of a Pandaren appeared in the dark tunnel.

"Have we an arrangement?" He asked.

The concubine waved her hand, causing the locks to unlatch the gate. Lowering her fingers to the rod iron bars they shriveled and suddenly shunted back with a loud clang, allowing five men easy access to the compound. "If you truly wish to unhinge the morale of the king and his men, then the easiest step would be to dispatch his favorite concubine Zhen'su." She explained quietly. "His prowess is quite legendary and the king offers him often as a personal favor to any who perform great acts in his name."

"Then that will be an excellent place to start. Meng, please see our accomplice to her fate as well." The leader said as he and the other Pandaren charged ahead.

"What does he--" Tan gasped as a shock of pain jolted through her body and she looked down to see a bisected blade penetrating through her stomach. Her screams echoed as the blade suddenly shot up through her body and she evaporated from existence.

"Thank you for your cooperation." The female Pandaren said as she sheathed her sword and followed her brethren up the stairs.

The journey up the darkened halls was a bit disorienting for the invaders, many paths seemed to cross each other twice, or headed into open quarters where the Mogu were resting. They wanted this mission to be as quiet as possible. They'd only heard stories of this Zhen'su, whose abilities helped keep the king's forces in line. When his threat is removed, the kings forces would fall like dominoes. But the trick was to kill him, and then to escape with their own lives.

Approaching a large metal door in an even larger archway, the pandaren could hear the sounds of muffled moans and screams combining with the strikes of lightning, the cracks of thunder it brought a chill to the air, and to all six of them as well. Nodding to the others, the leader shoved into the door with his shoulder and it opened rather easily.

The muscular flesh that met their eyes was uninterrupted by their intrusion. Both Lei Shen and Zhen'su were wrapped up in each other, sweat could be seen in the occasional flash of thunder as they broke in. Zhen'su's cock dripped precum down the king's chest as he buried the mogu's shaft into himself. It was a very intense moment for the pair and they wouldn't have interrupted it for anything.

"Now!" They charged in, but were thrown back as Lei Shen used his power over the lightning to hurl them back. They were too involved with each other to be much of a threat, but with the power of lightning on their side, they were practially incapable of being harmed.

"Lei---Shen..." Zhen'su moaned loudly pressing his body closer, twisting his hips, grinding himself hard against the flesh as he came close to going over the edge. The king's flesh pulsing in him, he could always feel when they were about to cum. His tongue rolled over his teeth momentarily as he tossed his head back. "I'm... I'm going to..." He growled and let out a powerful roar as he came suddenly, sending splashes of white seed all over Lei Shen's chest.

"We must do it!" Meng rose to her feet and readied several daggers into her hands. "NOW!" She shouted and threw them in a spreading fan-lke throw that was overcome with a powerful bolt of lightning sending them to the ground

Zhen'su gasped, feeling something penetrate his back. He looked down to see the dagger had shot clear into his chest from behind, part of the blade was protruding from his torso he touched it curiously then chuckled in a fit of delirious pain before crumpling forward against Lei Shen's stomach.

"What? No!" Lei Shen finally took notice of the intruders. The mogu shuddered one last time, then evaporated into nothingness. "Zhen'su! NO!" He roared angrily, looking down at the Pandaren standing before him. "You wish to deliver death, mortals? Then you will face it for denying my pleasure!" He clapped his hands together and then sent a massive wave of lightning from his hands, which encapsulated the six Pandaren. "DIE!" He roared and suddenly, all six were vaporized into ash.

"Lei Shen! Sire!" The door burst open and in came his guards. The thunder king's vicious red-eyed glare set upon them and he sneered.

"Useless! You are responsible for their intrusions? I will make you pay!"

A bright light from Lei Shin's hand illuminated Garrosh Hellscream's dream and he awoke with a start from his rest. His eyes opened to a large jack-o-lantern placed at the head of his bed and he cried out in shock. "What in the blazes is this?!" He shouted, falling back onto his cot for a moment before realizing what it was. He groaned and placed his hand onto his face. "Aw for Grom's sake..." He sighed before pausing and staring at the pumpkin. "I hate Hallow's End."

He laid back and tried to close his eyes again, it was very late and he was very tired. He'd hardly realized the celebrations had started, but he assumed that it was simply one of his Kor'kron enjoying the holiday that brought the pumpkin to his chambers. He placed an arm over his eyes and groaned. Now that he was awake he realized he needed to parch his thirst and take a piss. He pulled his blanket aside and sat up, dragging his leg out from under it as he sat there and ran a hand over his eye he yawned and stood, letting the blanket fall to the floor. Hellscream was not above parading around the Warchief hut naked at all hours of the night, but as he approached the basin and listened to the sounds of his urine echoing through the chamber, he felt an uneasy sense that someone was watching him. Glancing over his shoulder he thought he'd seen a shadow move, but nothing but some of his vestments hanging from a table caught his eye. He returned to draining himself and flicked the tip to finish it off. As he stepped away, a strange voice echoed through his mind.

"Desire..."

Garrosh looked around abruptly now. "Who's there?" He asked, reaching for a sword hidden behind the basin and brandishing it. "Show yourself!" He said angrily.

"You would make the perfect vessel, Garrosh Hellscream." The voice said. "To return to my people, to be theirs once again..." The vision of a handsome, large Mogu suddenly appeared before Hellscream. He started to cry out, but the form washed over him, filling his flesh with a cold tangible mist that suddenly began to choke his words from his throat before he could say anything else. He could feel his hands vibrating, but then they fell numb as something seemed to shove his mind back.

Garrosh smiled and his hands slid down his body, grasping his cock and balls almost aggressively as his fingers passed them. He chuckled and moaned slightly as he did so, then looked up to see General Nazgrim standing at the door of his chamber.

"A-are you feeling alright, Garrosh?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Just fine." Garrosh answered, only he didn't. The words that Garrosh intended to say were somehow overridden by this invader's own words. They came out sounding like him, but he suddenly had no idea who was in control. "Are you looking to do something to me, Nazgrim?" He asked. "Because I'm feeling really--" He started toward the other orc. "Well, it's been a long time as you might have guessed."

Suddenly the general's face seemed to bleach a more paler shade of green, his stance growing somewhat unsteady. "I-I suppose not."

"No, no, no! Nazgrim, don't listen to him! --er... me. Don't listen! Can't you hear me?" Garrosh's voice only sounded like it was echoing through his mind. He couldn't make his mouth move with his pleas. "Nazgrim!"

"You know, general..." Garrosh slowly stepped toward the the other orc, unabashed that his naked body was slowly developing an erection. "Normally my tastes lean more toward the immortal. But seeing that you've come to me at an inopportune time, I suppose I could..." He edged in and grasped Nazgrim's harness, yanking him abruptly against his body. "...make an exception for you."

Garrosh reacted in horror as his body acted uncontrollably. His tongue slowly rolling from the base of Nazgrim's chin up to his lower lip, and just hovered there for a moment, gauging the reaction of a blush coloring in that skin of his.

"W-Warchief I don't---" His voice was cut off by the larger orc's kiss as Garrosh's hand wrapped around behind the general's head and pulled him into it. His hand expertly found the hint of flesh exposed on Nazgrim's stomach and pressed it down past the waist of his armor, grasping the hardening cock within. He wrapped his hand around it tightly and began to bring his hand up and down that long, thick hunk of flesh as he did so.

"With my plans I dare not risk being mounted by you, Nazgrim." He said, his fingers glowing along the flesh and showing through Nazgrim's trousers as it intensified the pleasure he felt, Nazgrim cringed a bit, pressing his body against the orc's own. "But I can give you a moment of pure pleasure..."

Garrosh cold feel the kiss, he could taste Nazgrim's breath, the saliva dripping from his teeth, but he couldn't stop himself. Who or what was this creature who had taken hold of him and why was he enjoying the act of giving Nazgrim this kind of pleasure?

It didn't take long before Nazgrim gripped Garrosh's shoulders and gave a passionate grunt into his mouth, suddenly flooding his pants with the familiar, sticky white residue that streamed from his cock. Garrosh--rather the one in control of him grinned a bit and pulled his hand free and he drew his tongue over it, flooding the orc's taste buds with the bitter-sweet fluids of his second in command. "Not bad." He admitted. "But still sour in comparison to the Mogu." He said.

"Nazgrim? Nazgrim why can't you hear me?"

Nazgrim stood there, motionless as Garrosh sighed. "He cannot hear you because it is I who control you." He said. "You're simply a conscious void at the back of your mind."

_"Who are you? What do you want?"_Garrosh growled.

"I am called Zhen'su." He answered as he casually wiped his hand on the general's cloak. "And do not worry about your general, Warchief. He won't remember what has happened here. But I needed to make sure he didn't interfere with our journey." He said as he examined and riped a pink colored strip from Nazgrim's uniform. He placed it against the hard shaft of the warchief and wrapped it once around, tying it off tightly enough to make the orc grunt from within his mind.

"Our journey?" He asked.

Zhen'su chuckled."We will travel to Pandaria and you will submit yourself to the Mogu sex auction. I desire to be filled, to feel fulfilled by giving others pleasure."

Garrosh whimpered, he could feel the desire, the need that Zhen'su expressed. It seemed to feel like his entire skin was on fire. He wanted more than anything to be fucked, to serve the Mog-- He gasped, his mind fighting the needs that flooded it. But he could feel his body disobey him. "What... what are you doing?"

"Silence, mortal." Zhen'su chuckled, running his finger along the orcish nipples in delight. "You will enjoy being a play thing to the Mogu, as will I."

Exiting the hut in the dead of the night was a relief to Garrosh as he saw the world through his own eyes. He couldn't control his actions, he couldn't speak on his own, and he was strolling the town completely naked. The night air was cool against his skin, the orc could feel it against his body, but he couldn't stop walking. Whatever this presence was, he didn't appear to care who saw him. Traveling down the familiar path toward the valley of honor, Garrosh recognized the Pandaren tents set up just past the bridge.

"WAKE UP!" Zhen'su roared, banging on the tent, sending a shuffling thump from inside before two Pandaren stuck their heads out.

"Warchief?" One of them asked. "Wh-what are you doing out so late?"

"You really attempt to ignore the more obvious question?" He grinned and crossed his arms. There was a brief pause as the pair looked down and up, then glanced at one another. "You will open a portal to the Jade Forest." He growled. "Now!"

"Now? B-but Warchief you're not wearing a thing."

"I'm wearing the only thing that matters now." He gestured to the ribbon tied to his member. The two paused and looked at each other again. "Or do I have to repeat myself?" He growled again.

"N-no sir." The pair of them quickly untangled themselves and emerged from their tent. Weaving their arms, sparks of blue energy crackled against the atmosphere in between them and a swirling vortex appeared. As Garrosh passed through and the portal snapped shut, one of the men looked at the other. "Where have we seen the significance of that ribbon before?" He asked, but the other's mouth twisted in confusion.

"What do you intend to do with me?" Garrosh said, merely an echo in Zhen'su's mind.

"It's not you I intend to do things with. It's your body." The ghost chuckled as he fondled his abdomen. The darkness of the jungle making it almost impossible to traverse without the moonlight peeking through the canopy overhead. "It's... well built for a mortal shell. It can suit our needs nicely."

"Just who are you?"

Garrosh felt his jowls twist up in a grin. "I was once thrall to the great Lei Shen."

"The thunder king?" Garrosh recognized the name. "Th-that is what this was about?"

"I was robbed of my life in the pursuit of pleasuring him, orc." Zhen snapped. "Perhaps that's what has fueled my insatiable desire for mortal flesh. I was beginning to think that it was hopeless to find a body suitable for my spirit, and then I found yours... delicious. Large. Everything that could hold a Mogu's interest. I will deliver you to my kind, Hellscream, and from then on you will be lost in their pleasure, desire only their passions... yes."

There was a rustling behind them, both Garrosh and Zhen'su heard it and turned around to listen. "What was that? What beast dares to roam this forest at night?"

"You mean, besides us?" Zhen'su chuckled.

Suddenly, there was a burst of grass from behind them, a quick, loud whip of snarling noise filled the night as a heavy weight slammed down on Garrosh's back, sending Zhen'su to the ground under it. He could feel the sharp talons dig at his back and Hellscream could feel it too, responding in sudden pain.

"It would--seem we've gotten the attentions of something else." Zhen'su said, straining from the weight now pressing had down on his chest as he was pinned to the ground. A long, slow tongue rolled up the orc's back, brushing briefly over his right shoulder as a massive claw wrapped around Garrosh's bald head and a pair of deep golden glowing eyes illuminated in the darkness met that of the orc's own. The pain made both of their minds swim as blackness crumpled in around them.

A faint, distant dripping of water roused Garrosh from his unconsciousness. He could feel the rugged ground under his naked buttock as he tried to move and he felt himself restricted again. Whether it was Zhen'su's control over him or the shackles he felt pressing coldly against his flesh at his wrists as he found himself chained to a large stone wall, he wasn't sure.

Suddenly, a raging desire flooded Garrosh's mind and he cried out, feeling his heart racing completely out of control. "Uuuurgh! Zhen'su what is this?"

"Need..." Zhen's voice was weak, but the orc's body twinged a bit. Garrosh could feel the blood gush into his lower regions and he noticed he was hard as a rock, his flesh was erect and lying firmly against his belly as he felt Zhen'su move and shift more onto his tail bone.

Garrosh felt the thoughts shift into his mind, flashes of sex and cum and orgasmic bliss made him shudder in desire before he shook it off. "No! I thought you were for the Mogu! These beasts wouldn't be interested!"

"You... underestimate my talents." Zhen'su said, chuckling lightly. "I was the Thunder King's favored toy for a reason. I thought I could hold it off long enough, but not now. I have to be with someone... now."

Just then, a rather putrid looking Saurok came around the bend. It didn't matter what he looked like, the presence of a male only made Zhen'su's temperature rise. "N-no!" Garrosh pleaded.

"Hey. You." Garrosh's voice came from his mouth, but again they were Zhen'su's words.

The saurok turned toward the orc and let out a long hiss. Its golden eyes narrowing upon inspecting the strewn, naked body. He looked rather anxious as he approached, a bulbous gut distending from body wobbled back and forth slightly as he approached the prisoner. Unconsciously, the beast scratched his belly with a thumb claw and he grunted, dropping to his knees to reveal a face still dripping with saliva; a sight which horrified Garrosh from within his own mind. He had a pale green skin, almost orc-like if it weren't covered with scales. His frill, which looked a bit like slicked back hair was a purple color and it had a long, black tongue that licked along the orc's muscular pectorals, making his body shiver, but in anticipation instead of in disgust. His saliva dripped down the muscular torso as he leaned in closer, his tongue sliding up toward Garrosh's neck, making Zhen'su whisper out a breathless "Yessss..." The shackles jingling a bit as he moved into the lick. "Do with me what you will..."

Garrosh could feel the rising need but couldn't stop himself from laying out before the beast like a buffet. "No! No! Stop this!"

Garrosh felt the sharp pain as the beast's dagger-like talons dug into his skin and he slammed the orc's back against the wall, sending off a resounding echo that filled the cavern. His eager nails were digging at the muscular flesh as a flash of lust blazed from his eyes. Garrosh could see the saurok's eyes dilate as he again shoved his weight into the orc, pulling Garrosh's waist upward needfully clawing at the rounded backside he found. Below his gut, Garrosh could feel something poking at his rump, something that dripped wetly as it prodded harder and harder at his flesh. He could feel himself being bathed in the consuming maw, his breath was foul and Garrosh found it hard to believe that Zhen'su could simply drown this out.

Roughly, the male twisted the orc's body over partly, making both of them cringe on the sudden turn to the orc's spine. The saurock grabbed the orc's jaw and forced him into a deep kiss, which ended up with his muzzle completely wrapped around the tusks of his prisoner as his other claw dug in to his side sharply. There was a painful popping as his head poked into the orc's tight hole and was forced out again. The orc moaned passionately, taking the slobbering maw and adding a little saliva of his own, but neither Garrosh nor Zhen'su knew who was enjoying it more. Together, they moaned then cried out as the saurok completely penetrated them, letting out a high pitched scream of his own as he bonded with the orc's flesh and forced himself in deeper and deeper. His gut being the only obstacle getting in the way of complete penetration. Impatiently, he turned the orc's body all the way over, leaving only his arms to be painfully twisted against the metal as the saurok bucked into him, forcing Garrosh's face to rest against the hard, rough stone of the cave wall. It didn't take too long before they felt the claws dig in deep, and the saurok let out a mighty roar.

The gush of heat flooding into Garrosh's body disgusted him, but he didn't care suddenly, his mind was in a haze from Zhen'su's overwhelming need to be filled. The sound of seed trickling to the cold floor under them mixed with the feeling of being filled was enough to set the orc's body off too, who added his own streams to the sounds of wetness splashing against the ground. After several minutes of the saurok's naked thighs and stomach slapping against the wet orc's ass, he finally dropped from the gaping cavern he'd made of it. He shuddered and clasped the orc's body before rolling onto his side and dragging Garrosh along with him. The impassioned heavy breathing from the saurok kept them from joining him in sleep as Garrosh passed off another thought.

"Zhen'su. If you ever find a way to become resurrected... I will kill you. Make no mistake about that."

"Mmm. Sounds like a challenge." Zhen'su purred through the orc's lips as he drifted off.

THE END?