<6> Vrok felt her slender fingers grow weaker, but this time he did not move so quickly. His orange eyes looked up to meet hers, and with slow, albeit hungry, movements he slid his wrists from her grasp to throw his arms around her naked back. Their askew harnesses clicked as he uprighted his upper body and pulled her near-naked chest close to his own, holding her seated upon his cock for several moments as he dared to press another needy kiss to her lips. Vrok was no less firm with his gestures, but Lorkana did not feel that this was an attempt to 'win' anything. Her own hands returned his embrace and drifted down to squeeze his ass as she continued to ride him, her bouncing growing harder and faster in his new pose as she pined for her own sweet release. Her lips parted to allow his tongue to thrust into her mouth, her own tongue intertwining with his to briefly renew their wrestling match, all while she pushed her body as tight to his as she could through her bounces. Every touch, every kiss, every bounce had steadily built his lustful fire into an inferno within. Before he'd even realized it, that pressure at his core had welled up and fiercely rocketed the length of his cock, threatening to burst forth at a moment's notice. In a fleeting moment of panic, Vrok yanked his lips from Lorkana's to look her in the eye and just barely eke out, "I... I'm... going...." Lorkana's eyes widened, and a beaming smile crossed her intense features. "Do it...!" was all she said before pushing into his lips once more, tackling him one last time to flatten atop him. Her hips lifted once more, then powerfully bore down atop his cock, grinding from side to side as if begging for what he had to give her. A powerful, husky roar became muffled by his instructor's lips as a sudden, powerful burst of piping hot cum erupted from the orc's cockhead. Thick, sticky spunk suddenly flooded Lorkana's womb, while burst after subsequent burst ensured that not an inch of her insides remained untouched by the virile orc's seed. The warm, sticky feeling sent the seasoned teacher into a second vibrating climax, this one practically incapacitating her as she released her grip on him entirely, sending her into a vibrating, helpless puddle in Vrok's arms. Vrok did all he could to hold her tight as the pair reveled in unison. The sun had neared the horizon by the time their union had come to an end, and all they could do was lay there together, utterly spent, with their eyes locked upon each other. Their heaving chests slowed as the minutes passed, and finally Lorkana was the first to find her words. "Vrok... I... I would say you have slain me beyond measure this day." The younger orc let out a deep chuckle. "I was more than happy to do it, Ms. Grawson... err... Lori." Lorkana giggled and kissed him once more, her hips wetly shifting just a bit to tenderly pry herself off of him. His lengthy cock took its sweet time in revealing itself, and as it did a thick blob of his excess cum fell from between her green thighs to leave a sticky trail down her ass and splatter to the dusty ground below. "Mmmm... I have spent much of my life dedicated to my teaching... and while I did not expect it, I believe I have stumbled upon the male I wish to take as my mate." Vrok looked up at her in surprise. "Truly? Lori, I... I am honored," he admitted softly. "But... I do not know how long the Horde will need me for." "Duty to the guard comes first," she agreed as she absently ran a slender-fingered hand over Vrok's shaved head. "And I have been certain since my youth that only a guardsman would do as my life-mate. You have proven yourself to me in so many ways, Vrok, and I do not want this meeting to be our last." Vrok couldn't help but smile sadly. "You have made my new job much harder to go to now, you know," he teased as he traced one of his own hands along her naked hip. Another shift brought Lorkana down next to him to cuddle up right against his left flank. "I've given you more reason to return alive, you mean," she added teasingly as she clung tightly to the youthful warrior. "Indeed," he agreed and curled himself against her in return, letting his hand come to rest softly upon the flawless left cheek of her rump. "And... our ages... do they...?" Lorkana's gaze seemed to flicker as she looked into his eyes. "Do they bother you?" Vrok shook his head suddenly. "Not in the slightest." This seemed to cause his ex-teacher to grow demure. "You would take this old hag for your own?" Vrok scoffed and punctuated the gesture with a smack of her rump. "You are far from old, Lori, and even if you were, perhaps you do not see the beauty and kindness that I see. I cannot picture anyone else for me again." A truly genuine smile crossed Lorkana's face as she tucked herself under her new mate's arm. "I feel the same way, but about you." "C'mon, Vrok!" the male grunt shouted. "First day back in a year and you won't touch the pub!?" "You only want it for the waitresses," he cocked back as he ran a hand through his newly-grown, jet black beard. "No thanks. I've got other shit to deal with." "Bah! You're no fun!" the fellow grunt pouted. "Fine, do as you will. The couriers will get a hold of you when they need you again!" Vrok was already walking away as he waved a dismissive hand behind him, headed for the barren landscape of Durotar. His time in battle had shaped his muscles even more than he thought was possible, and his year away had left him with a particularly deep scar from his right shoulder to his bellybutton. But he still wore the same X-shaped harness and studded cloth as he always had, and he was proud to show his scars so openly as he passed his fellow orcs. His trek soon led him down that same Southward path through Durotar, soon passing through Razor Hill and beyond into the open landscape. His pace quickened as that small, familiar hut came into view. As he drew closer, the familiar sounds of roaring students met his ear as a new group class was in session, and as such their dedicated teacher was yet again barking orders at them... but something was much different this time. Lorkana's pacing was far slower through her barks. Her ponytail seemed longer than Vrok had remembered it, and it appeared her garb had been adjusted since before. Leather cups had been fitted to her harness in order to much more properly hold her chest in place, though those massive orbs appeared to have grown as well in his absence. Her exposed abdomen was perhaps a bit softer-looking than before, and a smooth, crescent moon-shaped scar showed itself just above the waistband of her studded skirt. These were only cosmetic changes, however, and paled in comparison to the biggest. Lorkana's harness had been extended to include a large, leather pouch that hung in front of her that held something that Vrok could barely make out. A fleeting glimpse of hunter green caught his eye from afar, and the closer he drew, the better he could see a small head with a tangle of dark hair atop it. The leather pouch had a small, snappable flap that had been undone to expose Lorkana's dark nipple, though the tiny pair of lips that clung to it granted her more than enough modesty while she taught. As Vrok drew close enough to catch Lorkana's eye, the instructor stopped mid-pace, her words caught in her throat. A wide smile overtook her instruction as she suddenly barked. "Alright, enough! Short day today. Go home and practice, as usual." She hardly waited for her students to respond before she was striding toward Vrok, who in turn made for her to wrap each other in a tender, controlled embrace to avoid squishing the three-month-old baby between them. They had a lot to catch up on.