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| traction3 by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/05/2008, 1:39am PDT | ||||
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| Laid Up in Traction (part 3)
[m tauren/f orc, sort of romantic and then there's just sperm everywhere] Varimathras said, "oh and one last thing." Moog and Lorgrah turned to look at him, sort of knowing what he would say. "I was quite impressed with your... 'work.' Now get out." Kicked out of the second horde capital city, in only one month, for "painting the walls" as it were. "Want to try it in Silvermoon next?" Lorgrah said with a sly grin. Moog sighed, "Maybe later. I would've liked to wait for the cast to come off first, before we did it here." Moog leaned on his crutch, keeping the weight off of his leg. The cast was probably ready to come off, and his leg had stopped hurting about a week ago. The cast on his arm had already been removed after a trip to Tarren Miller. They had been told by the first aid trainers to see a doctor in Hammerfall who would decide if Moog was ready to have the cast taken off. On the flight there, Lorgrah and Moog chatted about how the various capital cities would react to their "lovemaking" (not exactly the appropriate word to describe it), and how they could probably get away with it in Orgrimmar now that Lorgrah was no longer an Orgrimmar medic, and how Thunder Bluff had huts built specifically for tauren copulating. The tandem ride on the Undercity bat was a little pleasant for Moog, as Lorgrah sat directly in front of him, as she mischievously rubbed her butt against Moog's groin the entire ride. He groaned quietly into her ear as he towered behind her. She grinned to herself and just pushed herself against him harder, sandwiching his growing pants bulge in her big orc bubble butt. She giggled at the naughtiness of this, and she loved making this giant tauren sweat at her will. They landed in Hammerfall, and got at least one odd stare from the wind rider master, as Moog cleared his throat nervously and pried himself out of his mate's backside. He held his backpack in front of his groin to hide his protruding cow bulge from the entire town. They visited the doctor, a polite forsaken man, and within the hour the cast had come off of his leg. They thanked him and left for the large grasslands of Arathi, with various tasks to complete, together. They held hands, following the narrow path leading towards the various camps and ogre mounds. A week had passed. Moog and Lorgrah had been so busy in their quests, they had only stopped for sex once, and that was just a quick blowjob Lorgrah performed on Moog, hosing her in just a moderate blast of cum, still managing to completely cover her and leave a large stain on the ground, sticking the grass there together in clumps. They both giggled whenever they passed the spot on the way to and from Hammerfall. Still, for the most part they went about their tasks with determination, slaying trolls, ogres, fighting together through Stromgarde Keep. Things were difficult at times, but Lorgrah's warrior skills combined with Moog's shamanistic abilities got them out of all sorts of trouble, mostly involving swarms of enemies that they would not be able to handle without each other. In between quests one day, Lorgrah talked Moog into doing a little spying on the alliance town in the center of the country. A few guards had to be cleared to get them to the edge, overlooking the small canyon that Nigel's Point was encamped in. Lorgrah crouched onto her hands and knees to avoid being seen. There were plenty of guards, shopkeeps, and alliance adventurers milling around inside, some flying off and others arriving. Moog glanced over the side, seeing them, but his attention was magnetized to Lorgrah's raised backside. The seat of her mail leggings still seemed to cling very tightly to her ass. Lorgrah whispered, "I wonder what strange alliance plots they're--" before she cut herself off with a quiet "eep" as her leggings were tugged down to her knees. She looked back to see Moog leering at her hungrily, fondling her firm but bulging green ass. She giggled quietly, "Not here Moog, come on..." But of course he didn't stop, reaching down to her knees and pulling them apart, spreading her legs. She let out a slight gasp. He tugged his pants down, his cock springing out, almost completely hard already. She wasn't going to resist now, screw the alliance, let them catch them even. She backed up towards him, pressing his giant tauren erection in between her buttcheeks, massaging it up and down gently. Moog stifled a strong groan as he held himself back from pounding his entire length into her in one thrust. Even after the few times they had sex, the whole size difference was still a challenge, and probably always would be. Moog had gotten used to this though, considering the parade of extremely tight girls he had left stretched out in the past. Mostly night elves so far. And it was really just five of them, not really a parade. He pressed the head of his cock against Lorgrah's pussy, which hadn't even had time to become wet, but she still pushed back into him and moaned quietly. Her vaginal lips began to part and the head of his cock started cramming into Lorgrah, her voice straining and grunting. She saw the alliance people below unaware of her, and she gritted her teeth and pushed back hard, ripping several inches of giant cock deeper into her pussy. Moog grabbed her hips and pulled her back more, and she let out a quivering whimper. They had never had a real quickie before, and definitely not right next to hostile alliance territory. Lorgrah wasn't sure if she could really take all of his humongous cock without taking it slow, but it was going in anyway and there was no stopping it now. An animalistic sex instinct caused her to thrust back hard, impaling herself the rest of the way until he hit her cervix and she shuddered. In not much time at all they were pounding away, Lograh fully wet now, with Moog's precum mixing and splashing out of her stretched out hole. Their collected moans were joined by the wet squishes of their thrusting, large squirts of wetness splattering out all over the ground and pooling at their knees. Eventually their moans had gotten louder, and the alliance below began looking around puzzled. Was someone having sex? It definitely sounded like someone was having sex. Tents were checked. The guards nervously looked around, not noticing Moog and Lorgrah, who were hidden partially by a bush and a few boulders. The grunts and moans intensified until they were actually echoing loudly through Nigel's Point. Orders were shouted to guards to search the area, but it was too late, as a sort of waterfall of fluids started to blast over one of the cliff edges down into the camp. Moog held Lorgrah up by her legs, her back pressed against his chest, as he blasted his cannon of a load into Lograh's pussy which only sprayed back out in gallons and down onto the alliance camp, splattering many of the guards, merchants and adventurers below. People were almost knocked to the ground and glued down from the torrent of bull cum. A lot of the food that got splattered on had to be thrown away of course, and everyone's armor and clothing had to be sent out to clean the stains out. By the time guards had searched the point of origin, Moog and Lorgrah were gone, running back to the road, laughing and pulling their pants back up. They had done their part to "fight" the alliance in Arathi. They even got a few marks of honor and a few gold from the Arathi Basin battlemaster behind Hammerfall when they told her of their dirty deed. They spent the night in Hammerfall, sharing a bed in the inn, resting peacefully. The alliance knew the horde was to blame, since that much volume of cum couldn't be produced by many other races, but they didn't bother to attack Hammerfall, because they knew even with them outnumbering the population they would probably be defeated. One very powerful member of the alliance had been witness to the defiling of their camp, but they did not stay to help clean up or help attack the horde, leaving for their own purposes. The next day, Moog and Lorgrah held hands traveling down the road to Stromgarde Keep for yet another task. They got to the moat and saw an alliance on horseback riding in their direction. They ducked off the road together, still hand in hand, hiding behind a gathering of boulders to the side. The horse came down the road, but then stopped near where they had hid. The horse desummoned, the rider landing on the ground and looking in the direction of the hiding couple, who kept behind the boulders. Moog and Lorgrah smiled to each other. This alliance could of course beat them down badly if they wanted, and then they'd just have to wait until they got bored and left before continuing on their quests, and that would be a waste of their time but sometimes just impossible to avoid. What they definitely didn't expect was to suddenly see that rider standing on top of the boulder they were hiding on. She was a draenei paladin, holding one very large mace in both of her hands, which glowed with some sort of holy imbument. She took one hand from the mace and pulled her plate helmet off. Moog froze in shock. "Remember me, lover?" Shadrene said with a grin. (End of series, to be continued in a different series.) |
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