I looked at the orc with incredulity, “You can’t be serious.”

Nikki approached me, “What’s the matter? Did you think I forgot about the old days?”

She stood in front of me, hands on her hips, the sweat from her workout glistening under the v-cut sleeveless top she wore. I could see her green skin was knicked and scarred as much as my own. Still, as orcs went she was definitely fit and healthy, just not quite what I remembered. We were kids back then, no older than seventeen. We were never in love. Friends, sure, and horny teenagers naturally, but when you’re thirty one none of that really applies. I shook my head, “That was a long time ago.”

Nikki leaned over and grabbed me by the collar, “Oh come off it, Jack. Do you have any idea what it’s been like trying to find someone out here I can relate to?” She pressed me into a chair and sat on my lap, “All these grunts, they don’t have any experience. They don’t know what it’s like to see action, they have no stories to tell. They’re just a bunch of scrubs I watch over like a matron.” She put her arms around me, my eyes fixed with hers. “I know you know what that’s like. When was the last time you found someone who understood where you came from?” Nikki shifted herself closer, her breasts pressing against my chest, “Someone who knows what you’ve been through?”

I could understand her all too well. When I was still skulking around the bars in Stormwind I found the girls there seemed to be getting younger every year. Those that listened to my stories were so impressed I didn’t even need to make things up anymore. And it was so easy to pull them in for a night. It took all the fun out of the chase. You buy a few rounds for some Order initiates, you tell the story about that time you slew an entire pack of gnolls single-handedly, and boom, you got a pretty nineteen year old paladin in your bed. Either that or they called me a creep who was too old. Everyone my age was an established career man or settled down with a wife, or both. I could only imagine what it was like for Nikki, getting a constant rotation of young faces to command, anyone she could possibly relate to either looking after their own soldiers or back in Orgrimmar.

As much as I could sympathize with her feeling of lonesome experience I wasn’t about to just give in to the desire to be childish out here. Reminiscing was one thing, but bringing together the old party for no reason, the teasing, the commander of the base having sex with a human on a whim, this was stupid stuff I’d expect from a teenager. We weren’t just a gaggle of kids training in the Barrens anymore. Green dragons are nothing to trifle with and there was too much going on between us for this to end well. Pushing her off I stood up, “Nikki, I know how you feel but that doesn’t mean we can just go back to fooling around like when we were young. You have responsibilities now.”

“Really, you’re going to talk to me about responsibilities, swamp man?” she said, grabbing my jaw. Not maliciously, more in a stern, chastising way. “Though perhaps I’m to blame for some of that. After all, I seem to remember making you swear to never join the Alliance again.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“And you never did, after all those years.”

This was true, I kept my promise, though not so much for her sake. Working with the Horde was a kind of an eye-opening experience all around. After seeing so many orcish, tauren, and troll faces, it’s hard to raise a hammer against them. It’s so much easier when they’re just monsters you hear about and only see when they’re in a bloodrage on the battlefield. Hate becomes more difficult when you see them care for loved ones or train with them yourself. Hesitantly I pulled away from her, “I still don’t think this is a good idea.”

“And I still think it’s funny you think you have a choice,” she said, yanking me out of the chair and over towards the bed. She threw me on the mattress and straddled my hips, “You always did like to play hard to get.” Arching her back, she pulled her top off. It must have been longer than I thought since we saw each other last, because I was pretty sure I’d remember all those scars. Not to mention the amazing pair of tits she managed to grow. The rest of her body was also magnificent, well toned and strong but not too bulky like most orcs. I laid back, taking it in for a minute, “You always had a soft spot for humans, didn’t you?”

“Only the cute ones,” she said, “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.” Leaning over, she kissed me as she undid my pants. I could feel her little tusks digging under my lips, it was a feeling I hadn’t known in too long. Wrapping my arms around her neck I pulled her close, drinking in her kiss as she ran her fingers through my long, fresh hair. She groaned into me as she started rocking against my legs, her hand feeling up my bare chest and pushing my shirt the rest of the way off. I tugged her hair and pulled her on top of me, my hand cupping her warm, full breast and squeezing it like a soft fruit. Her clawed nails worked their way through my locks and down my neck as her moans became more intense. Clumsily she tried to pull her pants off with one arm while holding me with the other. I gave her a hand, using it as an opportunity to feel that orcish ass I knew and loved.

People say you can never go home, because even if home is just how you remember it, you will have changed yourself. Home isn’t just a place it’s a moment in time, a feeling. But when the people you care about change too, and change with you, then it can feel just as warm and inviting as you remember. Nikki had gone from a sharp and headstrong tomboy to a fully fledged woman and soldier. Underneath all the trappings of responsibility and maturity though was still the same girl who wanted to get her hands dirty and explore. She never changed who she was, just added to it. Maybe I was the same way, and maybe that’s why she found it so disturbing to see me going off the deep end. She could see the old Jack in there somewhere and needed to pull him out, for her own sake as much as mine. She was right, I needed this.

Kicking her pants the rest of the way off, Nikki pulled mine down and smirked, “I KNEW you shaved the rest off!”

Giving her bald pussy a quick rub I said, “Hey, I didn’t want you to feel left out.”

“At least I have an excuse,” she replied. “It gets muggy as hell out there, besides,” she gestured to her clean-shaven body, “I’m a chiseled work of art, not a scrawny man-boy.”

I ran my fingers across her abs. I wasn’t much for strong women but you have to appreciate a gorgeous orc. “Mm hmm, a scrawny man-boy you’re going to fuck the daylights out of,” I said.

“Damn straight,” she said, leaning in to kiss me again. I could feel her fondling my package as she moved on top of me, stroking my shaft as her tongue caressed mine.

I ran my hand down her back, she was always a big girl. Sure she was strong, but in a way that didn’t betray her feminine traits, all of which I was more than willing to indulge in. As my cock hardened I moved it into position between the lips of her moist pussy. Every now and then she’d reach down to tuck it in a little more, not quite ready to ride, but I could tell she was chomping at the bit. Nikki always had a terrible poker face. Try as she might to act like a grown up, she was two seconds away from fucking me like a horny kid again. Every tug of her hair and pinch of her nipple just about put her over the edge until finally I had enough of her lollygagging.

Grabbing hold of her mohawk I pulled her head back and started biting her neck. This momentary shock of ecstasy was enough for me to push her off and roll on top. After one more quick nibble I pulled back and spread her legs, hooking my arms under her knees. If she wanted to fuck like the old days, I’d give her what she wanted. Nikki struggled a bit but I hoisted her legs higher over my shoulders, then pushed her up against the wall. She thrashed around; she always liked being on top. It came with being a tank I suppose, you like being in charge of everything. But I was a tank too now, or was at least. No longer just a healer to be pushed around. Heh, if she wanted to be on top so bad she’d have to fight for it.

“Jack, you dick!” she said, trying to move, but I held her tight. I knew she could get out of it if she really wanted but the struggle was half the fun. Leaning forward, her ass raised off the bed just a bit as I got myself situated. I saw her face go from playful annoyance to pleasure with the first thrust. With all the leverage I could ever want I began pounding her snatch like a rutting bull. It’d been years since I’d gotten any and god knows I had plenty of steam to blow off. Nikki grabbed the edge of the bed with one arm and her breast with the other, teeth bared, as I laid into her. Fucking her properly, like she wanted, like we both needed.

Our hips smacked together, rocking the bed with every thrust, the clack-clack of the wooden frame knocking against the wall setting the rhythm. I kept it going for as long as I could, pressing into her hips, every push causing her to moan a little louder. Eventually though I had to face the fact that I was still pretty out of shape. A year in a swamp living off the land kind of takes away from a soldier’s endurance. I started to give out, leaning over her less for leverage and more for support. Nikki must have noticed this too and I half expected her to jump on top of me and pin me down now that she had the advantage. Instead she wrapped her legs around my hips, pulling me in. I laid out over top of her glorious body, catching my breath as I continued to rock against her, our hips now more caressing one another than raw savage pounding.

Nikki grabbed my ass and pulled me in deeper. Catching my second wind I continued where I left off, plowing her once more. It was easier now that she could buck into it, and judging by her face, she was just as close as I was to finishing. I felt my orgasm creeping up on me and tried to hold out as long as I could, but her magnificent hips coaxing my manhood into giving up its seed with every sensual motion wasn’t helping matters. Taking her breast in my hand I started sucking her tit, groping it like it was my plaything. Nikki gave me a knowing sneer as I kept pace.

“You’re gonna cum first, you human bastard,” she said between gasps.

I stroked her vulva with my fingers, hips still going, “Not a chance, orc bitch!”

“Oh, you’ve had it now!” she said. Nikki’s arm wrapped around my neck and pulled me on top of her chest. My head was tucked just beneath her chin and I could feel her tits pressed tight against my skin. With her free hand she started teasing my balls as her other pulled my hair. Both legs held me deep in her tight wet pussy as she bucked against me hard and fast, every motion sending a shiver down my spine. I tried to move but I was at her mercy. It didn’t take long before I began groaning myself. Then I felt it. My nails dug into her shoulders as I pressed her hips into the mattress, my ejaculate forcing its way into her welcoming vag. With every pulse my grip tightened until the final wave of relief washed over me. I melted in her arms, exhausted and thoroughly fucked.

Slowly Nikki let me out of her grasp. She was panting but looked quite pleased with herself. I looked her in the eye but was at a loss for words, god did I need that. She laughed, “You're strong out of the gate but not much for stamina.”

“Hey,” I said between breaths, “It got the job done.”

Chuckling, she gave me a kiss, “That it did.” Then she rolled on top of me, “How long ‘til you’re ready for round two?”

“What?”

Her rack was sitting just on top of her folded arms, “You don’t expect me to be satisfied after just one romp, do you?”

Staring up at her I tried to pull myself together, “Give me a few minutes.”

“Heh, just a few?”

I let out a powerful yawn, “Maybe like, fifteen.” Stretching out, I leaned back into the pillow. Nikki lay down next to me, a smile on her face. After all that happened today I was struggling to keep my eyes open. Seeing how much of a hard time I was having staying awake, she pulled the covers over us. I felt her arm around me as I drifted off into a warm, dreamless sleep.

The next morning I woke up to a sharp yank on my arms. Blurry-eyed, I gazed around the room and saw Nikki standing over me. Then I realized I couldn’t move. My brain kick-starting back to life, I looked down to see my legs tied to the massive orcish bedposts. Nikki was just finishing tying my hands together around a third with a long strap of leather.

“Nikki, what the hell?” I croaked with morning grog.

“Hah! You still owe me another round,” she said, pointing in my face, “I’m gonna take my time with this one.”

I yanked and pulled on the straps to no avail, “God damn it, Nikki, let me out of here.”

“Not until I’m satisfied, whelp!” she said, yanking the blankets off the bed.

Shaking my head I heaved a sigh of frustration, this was getting out of hand. “When I get out of this I’m going mmph!” She shoved a rubber ball gag in my mouth, tying it around my head before I could react. My mouth full, I just glared at her as she positioned herself over me, a riding crop in hand. She placed her hand over my throat, gradually tightening her grip until I was squirming, trying to breathe.

I was never a bondage person. Oh sure, I can see how it’d be fun for some people, those who want a little adventure or excitement in the bedroom or who just want to feel in control. It strokes hidden parts of the ego for everyone involved. I didn’t need those parts stroked. My life had enough violence in it. When I lay with a woman I do it to forget all that, I just want to have fun and relax. Then again, I suppose this was relaxing for Nikki. When your life consists of drilling and regiment all the time it must be nice to just let loose and do things your way. Mercenary work is a lot more lax in that regard.

Nikki throttled me with the riding crop and I yelped through the gag, my painful groans coming out my nostrils as she eased her grip up enough to listen to me. The smell of the oiled leather was hanging over the bed as she molested my junk. Orcs aren’t gentle, my dick felt like it was being smushed against my nuts. It wasn’t so bad that it was outright painful, but it sure as hell wasn’t comfortable. To make things worse my dick was rock hard in her grip from the word go; curse my morning wood. Slowly she began to ride me, her slick pussy grinding me into the bed.

Every so often she’d wail on my ass or thigh with the riding crop, causing me to wince and writhe around under her. She did this in time with her own bouncing, like she was a jockey on a horse. As her rhythm picked up she leaned over me, her nails digging into the skin around my collarbone. Then she pulled up, fingers running down my chest, leaving a streak of claw marks that just broke the skin. It was as exhilarating as it was humiliating. The welts rising, I yanked and pulled on my restraints before she had a chance to do it again but that only added to her excitement.

“Settle down you filthy human dog!” she whacked me with the crop again as I jerked this way and that. Falling on top of me she put her hand around my neck again as I tried to buck her off, her hips smacking me down against the bed in a rivalry of fucking. My hands in fists, I yanked and pulled against the leather straps, the whole bed creaking as we bobbed up and down in mock angry sex. Nikki began groaning as much as I was, her grip shifting to my shoulder for support. I could feel her nails digging in to my upper back as she pressed me into the mattress.

“Damn human, don’t you make me cum yet!” she yelled, but the smile on her face said otherwise. I continued to buck and squirm, playing it up for her with every lash or claw mark. Bending over, Nikki playfully bit my chest. Each time she did her tusks would leave two little welts in case there was any question where they came from. Her territory thoroughly marked she began plowing me again, her breathing sharp. She was definitely close, and her relentless fucking caused the whole bed to bang against the wall. WHAP-WHAP-WHAP with every bounce, until finally she couldn’t take it anymore. Nikki wrapped her arms around me, almost getting me in a chokehold as she came, her body causing the whole bed to tremble. Being smothered by a large, sexy, sweaty orc, her sweet hair in my face, her tits rubbing against my chest, I ended up cumming too as her pussy slowly slid off my dick, making quite a mess that I could only feel and imagine due to the awkward angle.

Finally pushing herself up, Nikki looked down at her conquest, eyes shining. Gradually she pulled herself off, leaving me panting through my nose. “Let me get that for you,” Nikki said, pulling my ball gag free. My dazed and exhausted expression eased a bit once I could breathe through my mouth again. As she toweled off I just leaned against the bed, waiting for her to untie me. Then she started putting her clothes on. Then she walked towards the door.

“Uh, aren’t you forgetting something?” I said.

Nikki flashed me a wicked grin, “I’ll be right back.”

“Nikki, get me out of these things.”

She chuckled as I tugged and pulled, shaking the bed around, “Not yet, sucker!”

“NIKKI!” I yelled, twisting this way and that.

Nikki opened the door and her eyes almost popped out of her head. Immediately she slammed it shut.

“What’s going on, what’s out there?” I demanded.

“Nothing, just keep quiet,” she said, leaning against the door.

Suddenly, there was a loud knocking, “Legionnaire Blacktusk! I need to speak with you!” It was a female voice, elven. It must be the final party member from Silvermoon. And…she was about to see me naked and tied to a bed.

“You blasted orc, get me out of these restraints!” I yelled.

“Quiet!”

“Is that a human!? What is going on!?” The elf said.

Nikki looked at the door, then looked at me. Quickly she mouthed something to the effect of “I’ll stall her” but when she opened the door the elf burst into the room. She had long blonde hair and wore the telltale red and black armor of the Blood Knights. Then I saw her face. I’d know that cross, indignant look anywhere.

“How dare you interrupt this interrogation?” Nikki awkwardly stumbled with the words, her exclamation coming out almost like a question.

The elf stared at me, dumbfounded for a solid five seconds before saying, “…Sir Abrams?”

“Lysandra,” I said cordially.

Her gaze gradually shifted to Nikki who was at this point a bright shade of red. It was that kind of deer in the headlamps head turn, slow and purposeful with disbelief. “Legionnaire Blacktusk, could I speak with you outside?” she said meticulously.

“Yes, of course,” Nikki replied.

The two of them started out the door before I realized I was still strapped in, “Hey, aren’t you forgetting something?” The door shut. “HEY!” I cried. “Nikki! I’m going to break your neck for this!” With some careful maneuvering I managed to gradually work my arms loose. It took the better part of half an hour but with some gradual rubbing against the bed frame I got the knot untied. Once my hands were free I was untied and dressed in a flash. Throwing the door open I started after them, the orcs in the town still glaring at me. I was too pissed to care. I was angry at Nikki for leaving me tied up, angry at Lysandra for having the gall to show her face outside of Silvermoon, but most of all, angry at everything I’d been driven to over the past two years because of that blasted elf and her lies.

I made my way towards the inn, it was where the rest of the party was staying so I was sure that’s where I’d find them. The guard in front of the entrance moved to block my path. That poor, innocent fool.

“Halt!” he said, “You are not permitted in th--“

I kicked him full force in the chest, sending him flying back through the swinging doors of the inn. Everyone inside stared at me as I entered. The orc on the floor was about ready to pounce. Nikki and Lysandra sat around the fire in the back with the other two party members, so I approached them. Then the guard put his hand on my shoulder and threw me against the wall, “That was a fatal mistake, scum.”

At this point Jack Radical was so pissed Jack Radical began thinking in the third person, “Fatal for you, orc.” With a swift kick I took out his knee while planting my fist in his face, sending him to the floor again. He staggered to his feet, face filled with rage. Drawing his axe, the guard prepared to lop my head off. Nikki ran between us before any real blood could be shed, “That is ENOUGH!”

The both the guard and Nikki glared at me but I returned their gaze. “Jack, what the hell is wrong with you?” she said, “I was going to come for you as soon as I had the Blood Knight situated.”

“I need to speak with the elf,” I replied through gritted teeth.

Nikki stood in front of me, hands on her hips, “I don’t care what you want, human. I’m in command here and I told you not to walk this outpost unescorted. Now get back to my barracks.”

“Jack Radical doesn’t take orders,” I replied. My anger was getting the better of me. I could feel a wave of disbelief at my own arrogance rushing down my spine as Nikki’s face went from stern to terrifying.

Without a second’s hesitation she threw me right back against the wall, “Jack Radical will follow orders or Jack Radical will find himself in a crate headed to Orgrimmar so fast his head will still be spinning by the time the zeppelin docks!” My back pressed against the old orcish plaster, she lifted me off my feet, “Do I make myself clear!?”

I took a deep breath, “Crystal.”

“Now get back there.” Nikki practically threw me out the door. Having lost face with just about everyone in the tavern, the rest of the party included, I was in no mood to stick around anyway. My pride thoroughly swallowed I entered the barrack and began pacing about. I didn’t suffer humiliation easily, even if I deserved it. What was I trying to prove, anyway? I wasn’t always like this. At least, I didn’t remember being this way before. Where was my self control, my honor? I sighed as I took a seat by the table, realizing how much further I had left to go.