Warcraft, Thrall/Jaina, a passing memory
He had gasped that she shouldn't, but Jaina's determination had become as hard as a warrior's sword and she took his erection with both hands and murmured a spell to lock the doors. "We're together in all other things," she said, raising her eyes to meet his glittering ones. "I have nothing if I don't have you."
Thrall's large hands - strong and heavy on her shoulders - relaxed and softly squeezed her. He cradled her head as she leaned toward him, mouth open. When she dragged her tongue over his hot skin, his thick fingers tangled in her long hair, but he was gentle, so gentle with her, holding back as she licked and kissed and sucked. His size - a tower, a great wall, a kingdom - and the kindness with which he wielded it was something she'd always admired, and now, as she took the top of his erection past her lips, she could feel a shiver in his legs as he once again reined in his inhuman strength.
Jaina's fingers drew symbols on his dark flesh, the magic flaring and dying as she dragged her nails along his thighs. Thrall, her heart beat in time with her stroking hands, Thrall Thrall. She sucked hard then, and Thrall came with a hot gush, flattening his palms on her back and pushing her closer. She clenched tight, her sharp teeth digging and her magic burning, and swallowed as much as she could, and the rest of his seed dripped down her chin.
He pulled her away afterward and wiped her flushed face. "Jaina, that was - but we can't -"
She let him attend to her, but shook her head to interrupt him, "Not just a passing memory. I meant what I said, Thrall.The more bonds we have, the stronger we'll be. Don't you understand?" She leaned forward touching her forehead against his before standing. "I'll see you next week, Warchief."
A grin settled across his wide jaw. "As always, I am your humble servant."