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| stunned (revised) by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/05/2008, 1:37am PDT | ||||
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 4:58 pm You Can't Do That While Stunned [m tauren/f nelfs (multiple), f on m rape, sort of ridiculous, extra ridiculous cum] [A few notes from myself first. This story is probably too stupid for anyone to enjoy, and I probably ruined it in many ways. It's probably too long too. Let me know if you really hate the ending, I mean the very end, because I have no problem changing it to just him leaving. Although I do personally like the ending. If you feel like it, let me know if I screwed anything else up.] Part 2 here: http://www.darknestfantasyerotica.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=294299 Moog climbed out of the water onto a tiny island in the middle of an almost as tiny lake. He brushed some of the water off of his arms and legs, and looked to the moonwell in front of him. He hadn't seen one before. Moog felt he was finally ready for Ashenvale after gaining enough knowledge of the world and proficiency in combat and his inherent shamanism to finally leave the barrens (that would make him a level 22 shaman). He had said goodbye to all of the adventures in the barrens, which seemed to take up a year of his life, but was full of strange encounters. The Wailing Caverns, summoning that one tiger by the dead tree, fighting the pirates by Ratchet. There was even that one really weird time he was almost sexually assaulted by a swarm of harpies, but fortunately he was able to fight his way out of that with his pure and holy cow virginity intact. Although he did masturbate to it later. He was already enjoying Ashenvale. The horde reps at Splintertree Post had plenty of work for him, and there was something about the purplish forest that domed the entire territory that made him feel at peace, even with all the dangers around. The only thing that concerned him was the warning at the Mor'shan Rampart that Ashenvale was a "contested" territory, so the alliance would have a presence there and could attack without warning. He ignored the idea of an alliance attack for now. What would a frail night elf be able to do anyway? He continued his approach to this curious moonwell, a deep greenish blue and luminescent, glowing particles seeming to float out of the water before disappearing. Moog set down his mace and shield (with unnecessary amounts of + spirit on them, ugh), and placed a stoneskin totem outside the moonwell, "just in case" as he always though to himself, knowing that even if something happened it would be worthless anyway. He wandered into the pool and was a little disappointed to feel that the texture of the water just felt like plain old water. Yet somehow it seemed warm and cool at the same time, and this intrigued him. He kicked his feet around a little bit and splashed a little of the water up, still intrigued. This was a quaint little spot. He decided he had enough exploring for now, he had plenty of work to get to, and shouldn't waste too much time playing in these strange ponds. He would've gotten right out of the moonwell if something hadn't very swiftly smacked him over the back of the head. The loud whack sound alone would've drawn him right to battle if he had been able to hear it, but he was instantly knocked into a complete unconscious stupor. There was a small giggle that, again, he couldn't be capable of hearing, and suddenly four night elf women appeared around him. A fifth, the rogue, was staying hidden to keep this tauren intruder under control. The night elves surrounded the tauren as he stood in place, swaying slightly around in his daze. Two of them were actually outmatched by him in combat experience (lower level), one was powerful and knowledgeable enough to have a basic mount, and the last was as powerful as could possibly be (lvl 70, and what the hell are they doing all the way back in Ashenvale?). They all smirked at their capture. He was clearly naive, but possibly a very formidable opponent if fought fairly. Night elves may pride themselves on a lot of things, but a fair fight was never one of them, especially in Stranglethorn Vale, am I right? The level 43 night elf approached him first and started to lightly grope the tauren's crotch. She immediately lit up red as she felt how large his balls were through his tattered leather pants. She squeezed them gently, and licked her lips as her brain felt like it was catching fire. Her lower level comrades, levels 16 and 19, approached him nervously, having never seen a tauren before. The "youngest" one unbuckled his belt and pulled it off, dropping it into the moonwell, and the 19 unbuttoned his pants, and pulled the waist down slightly. They both looked to the 43 to make the next move. The 70 just stood at the tauren's side, as the rogue (she's level 20 in case you're wondering) cracked the tauren in the head again, refreshing the sap. The 43 found her hands meeting with the 70 as they both moved to pull the tauren's pants to his knees. He still had a very small set leather underwear, which was almost totally incapable of containing his thick manhood. All five of the elves (even the stealthed one, peaking around the tauren's back) stared in shock. The 70 had seen maybe a thousand taurens, sure, but never unclothed. She reached to the waistband of these leather panties he was wearing and tugged down. The tauren's massive cock whipped out and slapped against his leg. The stealthed night elf flinched, and then cracked the tauren over the head again, not knowing how much time had passed while all of the elves stared at his giant underwear bulge. Now that it was free, they all saw that it would be impossible for just one of them to handle this huge thing, even with him sapped. Trying to estimate a measurement was pointless, because "huge" was the only figure they ended up with. The stoneskin totem just outside the pond finally fizzled out and disappeared. The younger night elves began to gently massage the tauren's massive sperm-engorged nuts, and observed as the sensation made his cock twitch. The 70 giggled, as she ran her fingers up his massive but still soft shaft. The 43 worked up the nerve to kneel to it, grabbing the tauren's leg fur and feeling his powerful leg muscles. She jutted her tongue out of her mouth, closed her eyes, and moved towards the head of his cock. Her tongue crashed into it, mashing up against his massive round head. Her eyes shot open in shock, as she felt the heat generating from it, and how it seemed to swell up more as she touched it. Her wet, warm tongue massaged up and down, around in circles, feeling the firm head almost try to fight her as the tauren's cock started to stiffen and grow. The rogue cracked him over the head again, her fear of taurens keeping her mind on her task. The girls watched as his cock throbbed with every heartbeat. A throb, and it slightly bounced up, sticking out further. Another throb and another. The 43 continued to work her tongue into his head. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and worked her lips around the very tip of his cock. That was all she could manage without her teeth scraping against it. She began to suck and slam her tongue up against his hardening head, wrapping both of her hands around his shaft as she could feel it swell up further with every pulse. The young night elves joined the 70 in groping his growing shaft, feeling it grow stronger with each throb, rubbing and squeezing it as it filled with incredible power (maybe enough power to destroy them all, like Ragnaros). One of them, for just a second, entertained the thought of warning Stormwind of this potential danger, but that's just dumb really. The four of them began to work his shaft up and down, the younger ones flanking it, running their tongues along his shaft. The 43 continued to suck the head, while the head had grown so large that her lips could barely contain it. Precum had begun to bead out of it, and she sucked it down like a whore. The three of them continued to suck and lick, moaning hot breaths against his hard cock as it had grown what looked to be painfully large, agonizingly so to the tauren if he wasn't knocked out cold. The rogue refreshed her sap yet again, not caring about potential brain damage (don't worry everyone, he'll be okay). The 70 was underneath the tauren, between his legs, suckling and licking his giant sack, pressing against his balls with her tongue and burying her face in his crotch, feeling his giant balls pressing against her face, moaning and crying out with insane lust. All of the girls were overcome with lust at this point. The 16, 19 and 43 worked on his cock, wildly licking and sucking all over it, drenching it with their saliva, as the 70 debased herself like the night elf slut she is by mashing her face against his giant balls. The 43 was now gulping down a constant stream of precum as she continued licking, sucking and drinking. The rogue refreshed her sap one last time and then dropped her weapon, kneeling and moving to the tauren's muscular ass, lifting his tail and pushing her face into his ass, gently rimming him. The tauren was still out cold, but clearly all the sensations were getting through to the right parts, because his cock was now jumping, throbbing, twitching, clearly going wild itself, almost with a mind of its own. The girls continued to work him, sucking and licking and tonguing. The tauren's massive body shuddered slightly as his cock almost strained inside itself as if it was about to explode. The 70 could've sworn she heard his balls make a rumbling sound as his body shuddered again and his cock twitched hard, smacking the 19 in the face with his giant engorged shaft. She immediately shifted and pulled the 43 back as she knew it was time. The 16 and 70 joined them at the front, with the tauren's giant pulsating cock shuddering in front of them. They all reached forward and stroked him rapidly in unison as they could feel the blood pulse through his powerful cock. The rogue dislodged her tongue out of the tauren's ass and moved back, feeling like he was going to start an earthquake. There was another powerful shudder, and the 70 thought she heard a rumbling sound again, but sustained this time. Suddenly, a massive spray of hot white fluid blasted out of his giant cock and nailed all four of these sluts in the face, throwing the 16 and 19 back outside of the moonwell. The 43 took it mostly in the shoulder and side and was knocked down into the shallow water, which was now completedly defiled with sticky tauren cum. The 70, who at the last second had aimed the focus of the tauren's orgasm directly at her face, was fired 30 feet back, way out of the moonwell and into the lake. The tauren's insane spray of cum was firing even further, across the lake all the way back to land on the other side. The rogue who was behind him grinned stupidly and jumped in front of the spray, being fired with the 70 into the lake. All five of them had been dazed, partially from the spray, and partially from their lust. And no, the night elves in the lake didn't drown. The tauren's cum slowed to just a few weak spurts, and then a few drips, completely filling the moonwell, replacing its magical water with his dirty cum. Some five seconds after his cum flow had finally stopped, he snapped out of his daze. The image before him was completely bewildering. The last thing he knew, he was about to leave the moonwell. Now, the moonwell was replaced with white goo, and this same goo had covered the small pillars around the moonwell, the ground beyond the moonwell, some of the lake beyond that, and then even some of the ground beyond the lake. There was one unconscious night elf at his feet, two unconscious on the ground just outside the moonwell, and two more unconscious in the lake, floating along the top in a giant mess of cum. He looked down and saw that his cock was completely exposed, completely wet, and fading from what must've been an incredible erection back to a flaccid state. Instead of trying to figure out what happened, he grabbed his shorts and underwear and pulled them up, dug his belt out of the gooey cumwell (gross) and put it on, jumped out and grabbed his mace and shield. He was ready to bolt (in the direction of the clean water of course), but then he looked back. Night elves. How odd. So the Moog did what was right before leaving. He threw down a fire nova totem, and high tailed it out of there just before the entire island blew up, vaporizing everything in a 100 yard radius. The end! |
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