For the Horde!

For the past five years within Purgatory, Garrosh spent his time perfecting and expanding his kingdom, ensuring every aspect of his empire was refined to his standards.

He had created countless creatures, including the Galvan, whose unparalleled intellect gave him advanced weaponry and armor far beyond what was typically seen in the realm. The dwarves, with their mastery of craftsmanship, assisted in the creation of intricate weaponry and devastating artillery.

To support his growing population, Garrosh established extensive production facilities. Food was sourced from monsters he designed, inspired by the monster from Toriko, each providing high-quality sustenance for his citizens.

Water systems were engineered to be efficient and abundant, while shelters ranged from humble homes to grandiose halls fit for warriors and artisans alike. Healthcare and education were prioritized, laying the foundation for a thriving society.

Garrosh's empire was a mix of orcish tradition and modern innovation. His capital city, Orgrimmar, became a testament to this vision, with jagged, imposing architecture blended seamlessly with sleek, contemporary designs. The city was the heart of the Horde, an empire Garrosh ruled as Warchief under an absolute monarchy.

The Horde's laws were strict but fair, ensuring order and unity among its diverse inhabitants. Garrosh also instituted a state religion, centered around reverence for strength, loyalty, and the Warchief himself.

Though many of his subjects were directly created through his powers, their ability to reproduce organically allowed for a growing population, turning his vision of a kingdom into a thriving, dynamic empire.

Garrosh placed his kingdom in the far North of Westeros, beyond the Wall, a land typically known for its harsh, frozen wilderness and unforgiving conditions. Using his vast power, he transformed the barren and icy landscape into a fertile expanse with a temperate climate, a stark contrast to the unforgiving cold that surrounded it.

To safeguard his empire, Garrosh erected powerful magical barriers, invisible to the outside world but impenetrable to any who sought to invade or harm his kingdom. These barriers not only concealed the Horde's presence but also repelled the dangers of the North, including the White Walkers and their undead army.

The transformed land, lush and vibrant, became a haven for his people, with sprawling farmlands, forests teeming with life, and rivers flowing with crystal-clear water. It was a testament to his strength and ingenuity, a land where the Horde could thrive undisturbed, growing in power and influence while remaining hidden from the prying eyes of Westeros.

"This world is certainly going to have a one-sided massacre," Rhok'zan remarked with a playful smirk, her otherworldly beauty radiating as she surveyed the sheer military might that the Horde possessed.

She walked beside Garrosh as he led her through the bustling streets of the capital. The creatures that passed by, from orcs clad in intricate armor to Galvan scientists scuttling about with devices that pulsed with energy, bowed deeply, their respect for their Warchief evident in their every gesture.

Garrosh returned their greetings with subtle nods, his towering presence commanding without needing words. Though his past experiences and memories from Azeroth lingered within him, he had transcended his former self. The fusion of his old self's power and knowledge with his newfound clarity had forged a leader both fearsome and composed—a master of his emotions and vision.

They passed a regiment of knights clad in advanced power armor, their every step echoing through the paved streets. Each carried a Bolter in one hand and a gleaming Chainsword in the other, symbols of the fusion between traditional weaponry and cutting-edge technology.

Garrosh had created them through meticulous effort, utilizing homunculus templates and genetic enhancements to craft a formidable fighting force—the Space Marines.

In addition, he created The Custodes, an awe-inspiring sight, their golden armor gleaming with an ethereal light. Larger, stronger, and faster than even the Space Marines, they radiated an aura of unshakable resolve.

They were Garrosh's most elite warriors, created through a process that not only enhanced their physical capabilities but also uploaded vast amounts of combat knowledge and strategy directly into their minds.

Once the tour was over, Garrosh brought Rhok'zan back to their castle and led her to the dining hall for their evening meal. The grand hall was illuminated by glowing crystals suspended from the ceiling, casting a warm yet majestic light across the room.

A lavish, full-course meal awaited them at the center of a long table—a feast befitting royalty. This marked their first official date, an intimate moment amid the grand designs of conquest.

As they dined, Rhok'zan broke the silence, her gaze steady and curious.

"So, tell me, my dear. What are your plans for this conquest of yours?"

Garrosh leaned back slightly, the weight of his ambition evident in his deep, resonant voice.

"First, I will unify the North. It will serve as the foundation of our power. Once the northern lands are under my control, I'll march south to Winterfell and claim it as the next step in our expansion."

He paused, taking a deliberate sip from his goblet before continuing.

"However, conquest alone is not enough. We need information—knowledge of the people, the terrain, and the strengths and weaknesses of our enemies. I intend to send my subordinates across this land to gather intelligence while I focus on consolidating the North."

Garrosh doesn't have the full scope of what is the current events within Westeros and Essos. Rhok'zan raised an eyebrow, a subtle smile playing on her lips.

"And what of the risk of word spreading? Surely the southern lords would unite against you if they knew of your plans." Garrosh smirked, his fiery eyes glinting with confidence.

"News from the North won't reach the South—not with the barriers I've created. No raven, no rider, no spy will escape unnoticed. But even if they were to learn of us," his tone grew darker,

"Their combined forces would still pale in comparison to our might. Our military is far beyond anything this world has ever seen. They wouldn't stand a chance."

Rhok'zan chuckled softly, clearly amused by his unshakable confidence.

"Bold words, my love. But then, boldness is one of the reasons I chose you." Garrosh allowed a rare smile to touch his lips as they continued their meal.

"They finished their meal and decided to relax, heading to the secluded boathouse nestled by the tranquil lake that bordered their castle grounds. The air was warm and inviting, and the glow of the moon cast a silvery sheen over the water.

Garrosh stood tall and imposing, his bare body a testament to strength and dominance. His broad shoulders framed a powerful chest, every muscle carved with precision like stone chiseled by a master sculptor.

His arms, thick and corded with muscle, seemed capable of breaking steel, and his legs were equally massive, supporting his towering frame with an unyielding stance.

Opposite him was Rhok'zan, her form exuding a unique and otherworldly beauty. She was a curvaceous, anthropomorphic goat with faded lilac fur that shimmered under the moonlight, its soft texture emphasizing her graceful curves.

Her forward-curving horns gleamed faintly, their smooth arcs framing her long, flowing purple hair that cascaded down her back like a silken river. Her four vibrant green eyes held a penetrating gaze, glowing softly with an ancient wisdom.

A delicate beauty mark beneath her right eye added to her allure, drawing attention to her sharp yet elegant features.

Wrinkles on the sides of her eyes hinted at her vast age and experience, though they did nothing to detract from her ethereal charm. Instead, they conveyed a sense of timelessness, a being who had witnessed epochs yet retained a regal, captivating presence.

"Ah…this feels amazing, dear." Rhok'zan felt her body melting as she sat next to Garrosh who wrap his arms around her shoulder to pull her closer.

"Agree." Garrosh said enjoying the moment together when suddenly felt Rhok'zan hand touch his crotch. She felt the thick girthy penis that was far too wide and long for any normal person to handle but still capable of penetrating them.

"Well, now that you came back and now we're alone. Why don't I fulfill my promise?" Rhok'zan said.

Garrosh's fiery eyes met Rhok'zan's gaze, his expression one of dominance and hunger as he nodded in agreement. The air grew thick with anticipation as they moved closer to the pool's edge. The gentle lapping of the water against the stone was the only sound that dared to interrupt the silence. Rhok'zan knelt before him, her lilac fur brushing against the cool, damp ground, her breathing shallow and rapid. Her soft, delicate hand wrapped around the base of his towering, thick cock, and she licked her lips in a silent promise of pleasure.

Her tongue darted out, a flicker of pink against the dark skin, tracing the veins that bulged along its length. The scent of lust filled the air as she leaned in, her breath hot against the swollen head.

She took a deep breath and opened her mouth, her eyes never leaving his as she began to devour his cock. Inch by inch, she swallowed him, her cheeks hollowing and her throat bulging with his size. The sensation was overwhelming—the wet warmth, the gentle suction, and the skilled way she used her tongue to tease and torment him. Garrosh groaned, his hands tightening around her horns, guiding her as she pleasured him.

Her eyes watered, but she never wavered, determined to show him her dedication and desire. Her mouth was a vice around him, and her throat muscles worked tirelessly as she took him deeper and deeper. Garrosh's chest heaved, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the tension building within him, the heat of her mouth matched only by the fire that raged in his loins.

"Ah, my pet... How's that cock feel against your tongue?" Garrosh growls, his rough hand tangled in Rhok'zan's hair as he forces her head down further.

"You're going to make me cum all over this face if you keep that up..."

"Mmmph!" Rhok'zan moans around the thick shaft filling her mouth, drool leaking from the corners as she takes him deeper.Her eyes water but she doesn't pull back, determined to please her dominant orc master.

"That's it... Suck harder," Garrosh commands between clenched teeth, his hips bucking forward slightly.

"I cantell you want more of my seed." He tugs on her hair again and snaps his hips faster, pumping into her eager mouth with increasing intensity..

As Rhok'zan's head bobbed up and down, Garrosh's breath grew ragged, his eyes rolling back in his head. His body tensed, and he knew he was close.

He pulled her off his cock with a wet pop, her eyes wide with surprise, before lifting her to her feet and spinning her around to face the pool. He positioned her at its edge, her legs spread wide, and without a word, he pushed her into the water, her goat tail slapping against the surface.

The cool liquid engulfed her, the shock of the temperature making her gasp. Garrosh followed, his heavy body pressing against her from behind, his cock nudging at her entrance. She was wet and ready, her body begging for him to fill her.

Garrosh pinning Rhok'zan down on the furs, his massive cock pressing against her soaked slit as he growls in her ear.

"You want it hard and deep, don't you whore? Beg for it."

"Please...please Garrosh! I need your cock inside me!"

Rhok'zan whimpers desperately, spreading her legs wider to accommodate his girth.

"Fill me up! Use me like your personal slut!"

With a snarl of satisfaction, Garrosh slams into her with brutal force. She cries out at the sudden invasion but quickly moans louder as he begins thrusting in earnest.

"Yes, that's it! Fuck your little orc bitch hard!" she screams back at him between gasps and moans. He pounds into her relentlessly, making the wooden frame of their bed creak under the force.

"Your pussy was made for my cock wasn't it?"

Their union was explosive, a dance of power and passion that resonated through every inch of their beings. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the night, punctuated by their cries of ecstasy. The water around them grew murky with their combined arousal, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air.

Rhok'zan's legs quivered as she leaned into him, her hands gripping the stone edge of the pool for support. Garrosh's powerful strokes claimed her, his hips pistoning into her with a relentless rhythm that mirrored the beating of his heart. They moved together in a symphony of desire, each thrust pushing her closer to the precipice of climax.

The tension grew, winding tighter and tighter within them until it was almost unbearable. Garrosh's grip on her hips tightened, his teeth clenched in an effort to hold back his release. Rhok'zan's moans grew louder, her body trembling with the force of her impending orgasm.

Garrosh's thrusts become more erratic as he nears his peak, sweat dripping from his brow and onto Rhok'zan's heaving breasts.

"You're mine...all mine!" he roars, voice hoarse with lust.

"I'm going to cum deep inside you!"

"Yes! Fill me up master! Breed your whore!" Rhok'zan wails back at him, her own climax building rapidly. She clings to Garrosh desperately as she rides the edge of pleasure.

With a final, brutal slam of his hips, Garrosh buries himself to the hilt inside her spasming cunt. He holds still for a moment before erupting in a torrent of hot orc semen.

"Take it all!" He bellows as wave after wave of cum floods Rhok'zan's womb. Rhok'zan convulses around him wildly as her own orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave. Rhok'zan's body convulsed, her muscles tightening around his cock as she screamed out her release.

Garrosh roared, his seed spilling into her, filling her up with his essence. Rhok'zan felt her body clench around Garrosh's thick cock as he reached his climax, his hot seed spilling into her depths. The sensation was foreign yet exhilarating, as she could feel the life force of his essence swirling within her, seeking the warm embrace of her eggs.

Her womb pulsed with each powerful thrust, eagerly welcoming the potent seed that would soon bring new life into their shared world. The feeling of his cum filling her up was indescribable, a strange mix of pleasure and purpose that resonated with her very core.

Garrosh's grip on her hips tightened even further, his own release triggering a biological response within her. Her body shuddered and quivered, her legs threatening to give way as the intense wave of pleasure crashed over her. The water around them grew warmer, their combined heat creating a steamy atmosphere that clung to their slick, entwined forms.

Withdrawing his still-throbbing cock, Garrosh watched as thick ropes of cum dripped from Rhok'zan's pulsating cunt, trailing down her legs to mix with the pool water.