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| brokenheroes2 by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/05/2008, 1:41am PDT | ||||
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| Broken Heroes on a Last Chance Power Drive
Chapter 2 [m tauren/the ground, world PVP, poor Moog, giant cumshot as always] [i](For posterity I thought I'd include a link to this great Moog cameo Moog has in chapter 6 of Kamalapur's awesome series, The Fertility Rites. [url]http://www.darknestfantasyerotica.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=310477&highlight=#310477[/url])[/i] It doesn't take long after leaving Grom'gol base camp to run into some stray night elf, thinking they're hunting the horde in the jungle. Moog and Lorgrah had learned to keep an eye on each other, watching for the telltale sign of stopping dead in their tracks with a glazed blank expression. Sure enough, minutes after walking out the front gate of the camp, another night elf sapped Lorgrah. Moog slapped totems down and spun around to face the night elf. Moog had grown quite used to their tactic of constantly hopping in the air while trying to run in a circle around him, which never worked. As soon as Lorgrah snapped out of her daze, she batted him out of the air with one mighty axe swing. "We're almost out of work in Grom'gol and Booty Bay," Lorgrah said, smiling to Moog. "I think I'm going to miss all the little night elves trying to catch us off guard." Moog smiled shyly, "I won't really, I'll be looking forward to a little peace and quiet." "In Tanaris maybe? Or Stonard? ...Moog?" Moog just stared ahead. Lorgrah grabbed her axe and spun around, and sure enough it was another night elf rogue, stabbing and slashing at Moog's back. "You guys are like cockroaches," she grinned as she swung her axe. Later that night, Lorgrah was packing bandages onto Moog's back, with the usual "ow" and "eep" as the bandages cleansed and held the wounds closed. "There must be something about your back they like. Maybe it's so easy for them to hit?" Moog grunted quietly, "That last guy stabbed me in the butt." "Oh by the Earthmother, you're kidding," Lorgrah said. Moog stood up for her, and sure enough there was a cut on his left butt cheek. "Oh, poor Moog," she muttered. "I'll take care of this." His tail twitched as she carefully applied the bandages to his butt, wrapping it around his hip and down at an angle to go around his leg at the inner thigh. "I hope this will hold," Lorgrah chuckled nervously. "You'll probably need to stay in the camp for the rest of the night. Maybe ah... rest on your stomach?" Moog sighed. "I guess we'll both be only resting tonight, if I can't be on my back." "Well I can imagine you could use a little recharging after what you did to those trees a few days ago." Moog blushed, "That's... true. I didn't think I had that much built up." They grinned at each other, both of them remembering the crowd of people as they sprinted to the boats. "That could've shot down a zeppelin," Lograh said with a wicked grin. Moog only blushed more, visible even through his fur. "Thinking about that is only going to make it harder," Moog said. "I mean... more difficult. Well, both." He laid on his stomach on the tiger skin rug, trying to position his cock in a way that wouldn't crush it all night. "Ung... could you get me a cushion?" "Sure thing," Lorgrah said, patting Moog gently on his back. She gave one more look at his bandages; they seemed to be holding in place, and then went off to find some pillow or extra mat that could be rolled up for his stomach. Moog reached under his groin, holding his taurenhood, knowing that all the pressure and rubbing wasn't going to keep it from getting any harder. He felt it throb as it grew in his hand, and he grunted in slight disappointment. This was going to be one uncomfortable night. Lorgrah came back with an armload of blankets, folded tightly. "Okay, lift up," she said to Moog, positioning the blankets by his stomach. She gasped quietly when he raised his hips seeing that he had already gotten rock hard while she left. "Are you trying to show off there?" she said with a grin. Moog smiled nervously. "I wasn't really trying, no." She pushed the blanket under him, against his stomach, so his hips could rest with some elevation. Moog sighed, "That's much better, thank you." Lorgrah smiled and rubbed his shoulder. "You want a little help with that tonight?" "No, it really does need a break I think, and I just need some rest. By tomorrow it'll be all ready for you," he said with a grin, looking at her. They both smiled. Then Moog grunted, frowning, as his cock throbbed hard beyond his control, as if it wanted something. He pushed his hips forward, rubbing his cock against the ground, his stomach and the dirt holding his cock without crushing it. He almost felt like it itched and he just needed to scratch it a little. Looked away from Lorgrah bashfully, "It's nothing, just a little sensitive right now," as he slowly dry humped the ground, his cock pressing against the fur he was lying on, and the other blanket bunched under his stomach. The head of his cock pressed against the blanket, and he moaned quietly. He snapped back to reality and stopped himself, seeing Lorgrah giggle at him. "I... I can handle this... ung," Moog let out a grunt as his cock throbbed, the urge to thrust his hips forward building like an electrical charge in his stomach. He winced, "I'm sorry, just... don't worry about me really..." and thrust his hips again, groaning out loud. Lorgrah crawled behind Moog as he pushed his hips against the ground, thrusting his cock up and down, grunting quietly in some amount of shame. "I think I know how to help," Lorgrah said, as she kneeled behind him, rubbing his tail with one hand, his inner thighs bumping against her knees as he thrust back and forth. She moved one hand to squeeze one of his legs, blushing as she felt it tense up as he thrust himself against the ground. With her other hand, she held his massive tauren nuts as they swung back and forth. She could barely palm them as her fingers spread as wide as they could to hold both of them, gently rubbing around them as his hips only thrust faster and his grunts were louder. A few of the orcs and trolls around the Grom'gol bonfire tried to avoid looking at them, mostly pretending to be busy with their blacksmithing, but of course with nothing to block anyone's view of them, it was impossible not to notice. Lorgrah let go of his leg and moved her hand to Moog's butt, squeezing the unbandaged side and grinning as it tensed up, Moog panting and grunting desperately, fucking the ground hard. "Wh... what are you," Moog started to ask in between pants. He cut himself off as Lorgrah suddenly thrust a few fingers up his ass. His eyes shot open and he yelped loudly, his hips locking forward and his body shuddering. He tried to react, but instead found himself groaning loudly as Lorgrah pushed her knuckles against him hard. His balls swelled up and shook in her other hand, and before either of them knew it, a blast of cum exploded from underneath Moog's body, splattering up his chest and face, yanking both the mat and the blanket out from under him, throwing them over the camp wall in a bunched up gooey mess, and washing over the bonfire, causing it to hiss and sputter as the tidal wave of bull cum extinguished it, knocking the stack of burning branches and logs across the ground, spraying steam and filling the northern part of the country with the stench of burned cow semen. Another gush, with Moog letting out an almost pained grunt, and most of the rest of the camp ground was washed over with his cum. The unlucky campers padded through the cum pool to the ocean to wash off their belongings, shooting Moog and Lorgrah dirty looks as they passed. They just laughed nervously and went to the ocean themselves, much further down, washed off, and quietly boarded the first zeppelin that arrived. "Tanaris is far away enough I hope," Moog said with a slight smile. "Plenty of space too," Lorgrah grinned. |
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