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| traction2 by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/05/2008, 1:38am PDT | ||||
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| Laid Up in Traction (part 2)
[m tauren/f orc, more of the same] "I know it's dangerous, but... I feel a sort of connection to him," Lorgrah said with a small sigh. "You don't seem to know how dangerous it really is. You think he's in bad shape? Just imagine what he could do to you if you try to get on... [i]that[/i]." Another female medic, Magsh, chastised Lorgrah. "What makes this tauren special? You've treated many as a medic, why would you do this to any patient?" "I don't know, it's just... a feeling," Lorgrah shrugged. She knew her friend would not understand why she did what she did with Moog. She didn't really understand it herself. Magsh gave Lorgrah a concerned look. "Him being a tauren aside, you are a medic. We really should not be doing that with our patients. I'm sorry, but I don't want you doing this again, or I'll have to inform the medic chief. We can't run around fellating patients, most especially taurens!" Ah, forbidden love. Well, not as forbidden as fucking five night elves and a draenei paladin at the same time, but still, moderately forbidden. Lorgrah nodded. "I won't do it again. I know it's wrong." Lorgrah was lying and telling the truth. She did know it was wrong. Very, very wrong. And she would do it again. She didn't even care if it meant being fired from the medic corps. Lorgrah waited until night to check up on Moog. When she came through his doorway, he gave her a surprised look. "I've been waiting all day to see you," he said with relief in his voice. "I had to make sure no one would catch us," she smirked at him, blushing slightly. She couldn't wait any longer, and climbed onto the cot, mounting him. Moog eyes widened at her enthusiasm. "Just... be careful, please," he grimaced nervously. She responded silently by leaning down and licking his cast. Even though Moog couldn't feel it, he shuddered. Then he stopped, wondering why the hell he shuddered when there was no sensation? Lorgrah reached underneath her and grabbed his blanket, pulling it out from under her and throwing it to the side. She gave him a grin, and he nervously looked back at her. His worry melted away immediately as she reached underneath her and ran her fingers along his shaft. Moog closed his eyes and moaned. It was flaccid, but clearly it would not hesitate to grow at her will. "Are you ready for this, Moog?" Lorgrah asked with a tender smile on her face. He smiled back, "I've been ready all day." She reached down, below his shaft. Her smile disappeared instantly. She frowned in shock, her eyes wide. She had her hand on one of Moog's balls, and it was so huge that she couldn't even get her hand on the whole thing. Her hand shifted, and sure enough the other teste was the same, gigantic and swollen. Moog took in her reaction as she groped his giant nuts, and he couldn't help blushing. "I've sort of, uh... saved up," he said as he gave her a nervous smile. Lorgrah gulped hard. What if her friend was right? She had no idea how dangerous this could be. She had never tried fully mating with a tauren before. She had no idea what would happen. This only enticed her more. She smiled again, her fingers gently groping Moog's gigantic sperm-engorged balls. Moog groaned. They both knew that they'd be empty by morning. Lorgrah held her leather leggings by the waist and slowly pulled them down. She shifted her hips side to side, pulling them to her knees. Moog blushed brighter, staring at her bright green pussy, a small tuft of dark purple pubic hair above it. She lowered, pressing its softness up and down his shaft. Moog couldn't help breaking out into rapid panting. Lorgrah gripped his member, while it was still soft, and pushed the head against her pussy. She had already been wet, thinking about Moog all day and how he had almost choked her with his cum blast. She wanted that in her, all over her. It took some forcing, but his softened cock started to push into her. Even in its flaccid state, it was still quite a tight squeeze, but easier to manage. However, she could feel it very quickly filling up, hardening and growing, pulsating. Her body was overcome with the sensation of every pulse of Moog's cock. Every single throb hardening it, stretching her out little by little, like he was going to inflate her, maybe until she exploded? She let out a sharp grunt with every throb. Moog looked at her with some concern. "I... I don't want to hurt you..." "I'll be fine..." she grimaced at him, and gave him a slight wink, as if to remind him of the confidence he showed when she removed his bandages. "Just please don't stop," she said with a sharp gasp as the period on that sentence. Moog nodded, especially with his cock pumping up beyond his control, her tight but soft walls wrapped around his cock as it kept throbbing to life. Tighter and tighter, throb after throb. Soon it was almost more than Lorgrah could take, as the giant tauren cock stretched her beyond anything she had ever known. She let out a whimper, but as the next throb only stretched her even wider, she gritted her teeth hard and cried out, accidentally spraying spittle along Moog's chest. He only looked more concerned now, but knew it was too late for either of them to do anything about it. Moog couldn't help but to think of the draenei as he basically ruined her pussy. At some point, she gripped his horns, intending to ride him out no matter what. Just as Moog couldn't help remembering that, he couldn't help the feeling that memory brought, sending a massive pulse into his groin, an extra large throb stretching Lorgrah out even more. She cried out again with an intense yelp and fell forward, landing into his chest. She looked at him, tears flowing from her eyes as she strained, but at the same time something in her eyes told him that she hadn't changed her mind, she wanted this. Moog took one of her hands with his good arm. Lorgrah held it and smiled a slightly pained smile. He led her hand up to his horn, and put her hand around it to hold on to. She understood, and grabbed his other horn. Another throb, and she cried out, throwing her head back, gripping both of his horns and pulling his head towards her. Moog yelped as well in surprise, amazed at the strength Lorgrah possessed. He grunted hard at her, as if to plead her to be careful with him, and she let him back down, but still tightly gripped his horns, her arms shaking, and Moog could feel it as he had finally reached his peak. His cock had grown to bury itself fully inside of Lorgrah, her wetness was squirting out by itself as his cock had continued to throb and pulsate even at its maximum size. His head was pressed hard against her cervix, as much of his length had actually grown out of her, pushing her upwards as she failed to properly fit onto his cock. Lorgrah stayed here, wincing with every throb, her pussy wrapped tightly around this gigantic pole of cow cock. For a minute or so, she had actually forgotten what to do next. "Do... do you want to keep going?" Moog asked with a puzzled look. "No!" Lorgrah instinctively answered with a squeaked yelp, but then shook her head. "S... sorry, I mean yes..." she continued to gasp as he was still momentarily stretching her with every one of his cock throbs. She blushed nervously, feeling a little stupid, like she didn't know what she was doing. She didn't, of course, and that didn't help either. She slowly raised herself. Her idea was to pull him out a little, but instead all it did was cause Moog to gasp in some slight pain as his cock was only pulled up along with her, raising his hips to keep from feeling that she would tear his manhood away with her. He was shocked again at the incredible strength she had to pull him with her, instead of just not moving like she perhaps should normally. Now, she lowered herself. Their hips slammed down against the cot, hard, causing it to slam into the ground and slightly rattle the room. They both looked at each other with wide eyes. Someone probably heard that. Lorgrah raised herself again, her wetness squeaking and splattering, splashing all over Moog's groin and soaking his butt against the cot, leaking through the tail hole of the cot where it ran down his tail and pooled on the floor. Moog figured he knew what the floor would look like by the end of this. This time, his cock budged slightly, pulling out of her vagina. Lorgrah's eyes rolled back, a gush of wetness releasing from her freed up space, and responded with "oohhhhhhhuuhhhhhhhhhhhnn," confusing Moog for a second as he thought she was trying to tell him something. Moog grinned to himself slightly, and pushed his hips what he thought was gently, pounding his cock all the way back into her and punching her in the cervix. Lorgrah yelped loudly and was shoved forward, almost falling onto Moog, but holding herself up by the grip on his horns. Their faces were not even an inch apart, as she gave him a slight glare. He smiled nervously back. "Um... sorry?" She grinned at him this time, her teeth showing to him. "That's it, I'm going to ride you all night, cow," and ran her tongue against Moog's lips. A shiver ran down Moog's spine. Her true orc nature of battle lust had finally shown through, and it intimidated even him. She raised herself, her juices splattering noisily again, squeaking as it shot out of her tight hole, and then slammed herself down, punching her own cervix against his massive cock. Both of them winced this time, and the cot's frame slammed against the ground again, a loud grunt being thrown from Moog's mouth. "N... not so hard...?" Moog whimpered plaintively, but was only met with another immediate thrust, the cot lifting very slightly off the ground, only to have it slam down very loudly again. All of Orgrimmar could probably hear that, but she only did it again, raising and lowering herself rapidly, soon all out pounding and riding Moog wildly, bucking on him, throwing herself up and down, pounding her cervix with a flurry of slams. She thrashed around, cried out, yelped, moaned, panted, as Moog matched her with deep tauren groans. His precum squired out with her wetness as she slammed back down every time, splashing against their legs and completely drenching the cot. Lorgrah was able to ride him as she wanted, his massive cock sending her into overdrive as she was filled with a sort of battle craze. She held him by the horns and rode him so hard that the cot started to squeak, and then groan as the metal weakened, the cot slightly bouncing along the floor, shifting in random directions and being turned in a semicircle. Moog cried out, his cock punching into her hard against his will as she completely dominated his body, yet at the same time he was dominating her. Moog grabbed Lorgrah's hips and ass with both hands, and suddenly they both lit up and yelped loudly, electricity jumping from their bodies, focused deep within Lorgrah's pussy. She clamped down and shuddered, groaning in tongues and eyes wide as they rolled up to the ceiling. They both arched their backs, and within seconds a loud gush of cum had shot halfway up Moog's shaft. The only warning Moog could give was "I-I'm," before another gush fired through his cock. A massive blast of cum punched into Lorgrah. Moog grabbed her and held her down, and she gripped his horns, as the spray started to become constant, threatening to fire her into the air. Her pussy tried to clamp down, but was only forced open even more by the flash flood of cum that was exploding out of her pussy, trying to throw her into the air off of Moog. The metal of the cot groaned one last time itself before collapsing, the couple thudding hard to the floor. Moog desperately grabbed her and held her tight, his legs shaking hard, both of them screaming obscene pleasured groans into the air continuously. Moog held Lorgrah tightly against him, cum blasting up her asscrack, onto her back, in between their bodies, down their legs, up both of their faces, onto the floor, a few massive squirts shooting off to the side out the door, hitting the wall so hard that the splatter blasted across the ceiling. The gooey white pile of cum in the middle of the room groaned one last time, as Lorgrah's cum drenched body finally rested against Moog. Drips of cum fell from the ceiling, patting against the ground. It wasn't long before people investigated. They saw the room, which was now essentially a room of thick tauren cum, the stench of sex filling all of Orgrimmar. The room was washed out. The destroyed cot was replaced (the old one being burned in a bonfire). Moog was chastised by the Orgrimmar guard captain, although with slight admiration. Lorgrah was outright fired from the medic corps, but again with slight admiration. The case was brought before Thrall. He agreed that banishing them from Orgrimmar would not be needed, and if Lorgrah had not been an Orgrimmar medic then he supposed that he would not have any problem with what was done, as long as the couple would pay for the repairs and cleaning. However, since she was a newly fired medic, she would not work here, and have to be punished in some way. Thrall had decided, in his wisdom, what to do with the couple. They were to be transferred to Undercity immediately, to adventure in service of the horde together, not to come back for at least a week. Moog, still in his casts, nodded as Thrall passed this judgment. Lorgrah agreed. The two of them held hands and looked at each other. "Now go, let Undercity deal with your... proclivities." They both nodded to Thrall and turned to leave. "Oh and one last thing," Thrall added, as the couple looked back. "Good job," Thrall said, grinning. "I'll come to your wedding when it is arranged." They both thanked the warchief and left for the Undercity zeppelin, holding hands the entire way, their public display of affection surely nauseating everyone they passed. (The end?) |
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