It was evening in Zul’Aman and they were holed up in a tiny hut. They had came with an army early in the day and claimed part of it, though no doubt the trolls will return soon. For now, however, they were safe. Sitting on the floor of the hut they cuddled into one another, relaxed and calm.

Anjasa takes a hand of his in hers, rubbing it softly, massaging the palm with her thumbs, "Where would ju like to hold de weddin'?" Jumwa kisses Anjasa's cheek and hugs her to his body, "Ohh... I don't know. Maybe... maybe up in de mountains. Wit' de Shattahspear trolls."

Anjasa nods a little, smiling, "If ju'd like, sure. Would be a small weddin'?" Jumwa places his free hand on Anjasa's knee, stroking it, "Small? Hm. It would have to be small for up dere, jes. Maybe not den... it is a big event for us. For de Tribe too. Dere new Chieftess. Dere first one in almost two years."

Anjasa smiles and blushes a little, "I hope I do a good job..." Jumwa smiles at her from the corner of his eyes, "I don't doubt dat ju will for a second. Ju've excelled at it up to dis point, ju just haven't had de title officially."

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He went back to kissing at her thighs, as Kim’Jael made tiny, funny noises. Anjasa could barely hear them over the panicked sound of her heart pounding in her chest. She jostled the headboard roughly as she kicked and struggled to free herself, but there was a reason Jumwa can bound her entire forearms and not just her wrists.

Kim’Jael must have been told to pay Anjasa no mind because that’s exactly what she was doing, closing her eyes and looking almost serene. The room stank of her stench, the smell of sweat and wetness and heat. The sheet under Anjasa’s back was wet with her cold sweat and she whined as she yanked down on the bedframe too hard, causing the leather to tighten against her arms painfully.

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“I've never... had a position of authority really, ju know?” Anjasa says softly. Jumwa grins a bit and pats Anjasa's knee before rubbing her thigh, "Jes ju have. Ju've been running dis Tribe wit' me, hand in hand, for de past year. Ju have made it all a reality. We've been partnahs in dis since day one of my Chieftainhood." Anjasa turns to look up at him with a face of astonishment, opening her mouth to protest, "Jumwa..." Jumwa shuts his eyes and leans in, kissing Anjasa's lips softly, silencing her with his tongue gently spreading her lips.

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Kim’Jael was saying something, she was talking. Jumwa was between her legs, lapping at her juices tenderly as she spoke. Anjasa willed the pounding in her ears to subside for a moment but immediately regretted it.

“When I’m Chieftess, can you imagine? You’d be triumphed near and far as the one who brought peace between the night elves and the horde,” she moaned out the words, her voice grating on Anjasa. Jumwa moaned softly, reaching up and grabbing Kim’Jael’s hand, squeezing it.

He lifted her head and smiled at her, his voice husky and low, “With ju as my queen.”

Kim’Jael nodded softly, tilting her hips as he lowered herself to her once more, extending his long tongue to her, dragging it up her length slowly. She moaned and lifted her strong purple leg, rubbing the heel of her foot up his back. She tilted her head back and sighed, “And we’ll kill any who threaten our rule, right?” she turned her head to look at Anjasa, whose eyes were wide with pain.

Jumwa nodded, his cold eyes darting over Anjasa’s scantily clad body, before focusing on her face.