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| brokenheroes4 by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/05/2008, 1:43am PDT | ||||
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| [b]Chapter 4
Bad Double Decker Devil [m tauren/f troll, instance grinding, f on m rape, blowjob, the usual amount of cum for Moog, Carrot on a Stick][/b] Moog had managed to lose himself enough in Lorgrah as they thrust against each other. They both tried their hardest to forget that minutes earlier, a couple of night elves that had obviously been spying on them had run off screaming. They both managed to achieve a fairly faint orgasm. Moog's cumshot only coated the couple's legs. They didn't even take time to catch their breath afterwards. After a couple short pants, Lorgrah asked aloud, "Who do you think they were?" "I didn't even see them. Do you think we should find another country?" "I think they just wanted to watch us," Lorgrah said with a small laugh. They had both agreed not to worry about it, and to make up for the distraction later. Shanida and Senea, on the other hand, would have to regroup, not only from the shame, but from screwing up their mission. Senea stood outside the wall of Gadgetzan, grunting as she hefted Shanida over the edge. Now that they had blown their cover they couldn't spy on them from inside the town as before. After spending the morning cursing themselves and each other for complicating their work, they pushed their worries aside and focused on surveying their target. "What are you two doing out here?" a voice asked. Both of the night elves gasped and looked to see another of their kind grinning at them. This night elf wore only her underwear, a pair of torn shorts, and what could only be described as a pimp hat. Senea sighed in relief. "We were just observing our targets, as per our orders." Shanida let Senea down from her shoulders and stared in awe at the third night elf, whom she realized she had recognized. "You're Nillia right? The conquerer of erm... 'Molten' Core?" Nillia laughed openly. "Yes, 'Molten' Core. I'm sure you've heard many alternative names for it by now." Shanida blushed and rubbed her hands together nervously. "Well... yes, quite a few." "You know, it was not me alone who finally ended that 'Tauren Sperm' Core siege, I was simply a soldier of the grand alliance army," Nillia said with her hands on her hips in a polite show of humility. Senea decided they had had enough pleasantries. "We have observed Moog, what are our new orders?" Nillia reciprocated, getting to the business at hand. "You are to capture him of course. Whatever Windwhisper wants with him, she wants it to happen directly in Darnassus." Senea rolled her eyes. "I'm sure Tyrande has thought this one out as much as she usually does." Nillia replied, "Perhaps, but at the very least she does not want to draw the attention that a massive alliance attack on him would bring. Say what you will about her plans, but they do have an immediate logic to them." Senea mumbled, "And not much else." Nillia grinned at her, "Come now Senea, that is no way to talk of our leader." Shanida felt left out in this conversation. She had never thought anything against Tyrande, and only barely understood the complaints of her seniors here. She wanted to join, but with nothing to say she kept quiet. Senea shifted on her feet, tilting her head, "So was any advice offered on how we are to capture our targets?" "It was agreed upon by her council that you would know best." Nillia smiled at her, a slightly sarcastic smile. Senea was about to speak in protest, not knowing what that was supposed to mean, but then it dawned on her. "Oh... so I see." Her previous experience with Moog was more than a coincidence, and more than just to identify him. Nillia spoke again. "Many of our kind have observed that this Moog is weakened after his sexual encounters, and as he should be. He should be much easier to capture then." "I don't think he will be as accepting of the charms of any night elf, since he seems so enamored of that... orc woman," Senea sneered. "That is why you are partnered for this assignment," Nillia said as she looked to Shanida. Before Shanida could mumble a confused question, Nillia preempted her, "You only need to subdue and restrain the orc, while Senea takes care of the tauren." Shanida swallowed, then nodded, "It will be done." At that moment, a group of horde soldiers rode past on their mounts, Moog and Lorgrah among them. The night elves shadowmelded quickly, and Nillia crouched, finishing her task of relaying her message. "Just keep track of them and wait for your chance to take them." She handed Senea a small purple crystal, "Use this to contact us when the target is ready to be moved, and our sentinels should be able to take care of the rest. Good luck to both of you." With that, Nillia left for the flightmaster. In no time, Senea and Shanida were on their own tiger mounts, riding to the east where the small horde group had left. They were able to track them easily from the empty path of scorpions and jackals that had given chase as Moog and Lorgrah ran past. Soon they passed small camps of trolls, and Senea felt a nervous doubt that was soon enough confirmed. "Damn them, we can't follow them into Zul'Farrak." Shanida thought aloud, "I suppose we must wait outside the entrance for them to return." "It will probably be quite some time, but hopefully it will only make our work easier when the time does come." They dismounted along the north mountain edge, having a good view of the only path leading into Zul'Farrak. For now they could only wait. "If you two can stop staring at each other, we can fight these trolls," the male orc said, looking specifically at Lorgrah. Moog finally let go of her hand and looked sheepish, realizing what a dumb lovestruck couple they always looked like. He didn't exactly mind that, but he understood. Lorgrah slid her shield onto her arm and unsheathed her short sword. "Well, I'm ready then." The rest of the group, the orc hunter who was itching for a fight, a forsaken mage and a forsaken rogue, prepared themselves, then Lorgrah charged. As they had grown used to, Lorgrah tore into the enemies as Moog focused his healing onto her. Within time, they were battering through the onslaught of trolls. They kept a slow pace to keep from getting overwhelmed, but it was always tempting to try to keep fighting continuously. The dust and sand began to blow as the wind picked it up, but they didn't slow down for the weather. Eventually they had come to a fountain. There were trolls surrounding it in every direction, with patrols circling it. "We can't take all of them at once," the mage hissed in his usual undead manner. "I'll set my trap, you sheep that one," the orc hunter pointed to a troll. The gradual work of setting targets and fighting the trolls in controlled groups worked, as they tore through them, Moog trying to find the right alternating of clubbing with his mace and keeping Lorgrah in good health. He had gotten used to keeping the enemy's attention on her and caused little problems with taking hits himself. As another cluster of trolls dropped to the last, Moog and Lorgrah slammed their shields together in a celebratory gesture, grinning at each other, Lorgrah wiping the splattered troll blood from her face with her other arm. "Ugh, you two should get a room," the orc muttered loudly enough for all to hear. "I think they're a cute couple, myself," the undead rogue said with a rotten smile. The fights continued. The group was wearied, but still fully competent. Moog wrapped a bandage around Lorgrah's arm, healing up an especially bad cut. The hunter spoke up again, "These trolls don't appreciate your love enough," he said with a grin. "I guess we better teach them a lesson." It was almost dizzying how many trolls were around in bunches, by tablets, patrolling around, in huts, just clustered by the walls. Everyone took turns wiping the sweat soaked sand mush on their foreheads. Every time they stopped to regather themselves, they would catch their breath with their hands in front of their mouths to keep from breathing in the flying sand as the sandstorm continued unabated. With enough fighting, they were finally brought to the giant long pool, surrounded by flat carved stone blocks, with a gong on one end. More fighting was required to clear the area, and as the trolls beat against Lorgrah's shield mercilessly, Moog kept her up and going. A stray troll rushed for the mage who was beaten down fairly easily before anyone could react. The fight was finished and Moog stopped to drink before reviving him. The constant battling had sapped their focus for a moment, but no one was going to give up yet. Eventually the area was clear, and Gaz'rilla was summoned. That fight was considerably easier than fighting endless waves of trolls, even when the party found themselves flung into the air in combat. In not much time, Gaz'rilla was slain, and electrified scales were torn from the corpse for everyone. As a sort of final insult, Gaz'rilla was skinned, gaining the hunter a few pelts of leather. The group prepared their fight to the pyramid, resting by the pool. Most of them sat along the edge, dipping their feet inside. They each took a short swim, washing the sand and sweat off, of course the sand only regathered on their bodies as it stuck to the water. Just before the group was ready to move on, a gathering of trolls ran in from another area. As the party rose to their feet, they tried to manage the sudden unexpected flood of attacks, but without preparing, it was very quickly that the mage fell again, followed soon by the rogue. "Try to pull back, I'll get the focus off of you," the hunter cried, as his pet scorpion charged a troll, and the orc blasted off several shots from his gun at a number of trolls. He let out a war cry as the trolls began charging to him, but soon it was practically an army of trolls flooding into the area, overpowering the rest of the party. Moog and Lorgrah ran hand in hand, running past the cleared areas, back to the fountain, where they stopped in their tracks. Swarms of feral trolls surrounded the entire fountain, blocking every path in and out, staring at the couple and snarling. Moog and Lorgrah held each other in the arms briefly, then let go and nodded to each other. Lorgrah cried a feral war cry and charged at the closest troll she could, as Moog joined her, clubbing and batting at the trolls as they closed in. The last thing Moog remembered was that he was fighting the swarm of trolls alongside Lorgrah. His eyes focused. Mostly, he saw sand, along the ground and flying through the air. His arms were tied to a post which suspended him just slightly off the ground, and he saw a large cauldron nearby, and many shallow graves. A troll with a very tall mask stood to the side, looking into the cauldron and laughing to himself, mumbling words in a language that was simply not orcish, ordering some of the other trolls around. He saw Lorgrah tied to another post. She was bruised and bloodied but alive, with the corpses of the rest of the horde party nearby. Seeing her wounds made him realize the aching pain all over his body, and he noticed the bruises all over his chest and legs. Moog thought they must've taken quite the beating but with the intent of bringing them here. Moog hoped that it wasn't for the same reason he was always being captured. The troll witch doctor approached Moog, pulled the tattered leather leggings down, and cupped his huge tauren balls with one hand, all while laughing the same crazed laugh. He said something else in his troll language, and a female approached Moog, running her hands over Moog's shaft as if she were simply examining it. In a blink, she fell to her knees and began to push it into her mouth. Moog winced. Exactly what he was afraid would happen. The woman quietly snorted and shoved Moog's flaccid cock deeper into her mouth, to the back of her throat. "No, no, no," Moog muttered, but beyond his will his cock stiffened, twitching and pulsing to life. The troll slurped and sucked along his shaft as it grew in her mouth, forcing her jaw open wider and wider. She quietly grunted and whimpered as she kept trying to fight the strain, her saliva splattering out as she thrust Moog's cock back in. Lorgrah came to, and as Moog had, began to focus on her surroundings. The sand, trolls, her arms tied to stakes, and Moog tied up nearby, with a troll woman forcing his rapidly hardening cock down her throat, tears streaming from her eyes as her mouth hung open as wide as it could to keep the massive tauren cock from whatever it would do to her jaw if she let it lax. The witch doctor laughed as both of his captives were awake in time for the show. He held his staff in both hands and laughed that demented troll laugh again as he swung it hard against Moog's butt. Moog cried out loudly, roaring in pain, as his hips slammed forward, cramming his gigantic cock deep down the troll woman's throat. Moog turned to look at Lorgrah who looked back. "I'm sorry," was all he could say. Lorgrah nodded. "It's okay. Let it happen... it might be our chance out of here." The witch doctor slapped his staff hard against Lorgrah's butt. She yelled out in pain, causing him to laugh again, before yelling something in troll to shut up. She only scowled at the witch doctor, baring her teeth and her tusks menacingly. "I can't wait to get a crack at you," she hissed, but her retort was only matched with another sharp spank from the witch doctor's staff. Moog closed his eyes; he couldn't watch Lorgrah be punished, and he couldn't watch this strange troll woman pleasure him in front of his love. The only thing he could do was feel the pleasure tear through him, sending his hooves into shudders as they scraped along the ground. Embarrassed groans of pleasure escaped his mouth as the troll woman expertly pressed Moog's cock deeper into her throat, then down her throat, as if she was going to start thrusting it into her stomach. Soon she was rapidly punching the massive tauren cock deep down her throat, her teeth scraping along the cock, occasionally biting down on it just to feel that impossible feeling of this massive tauren cock being so hard that her teeth couldn't even break the skin. Trolls had started shuffling in to watch the show. Moog's hips shuddered back and forth, he filled the country with his rumbling moans. Moog opened his eyes again to see the entire remaining population of Zul'Farrak had gathered to watch the show. His eyes shut again as he suddenly threw his head back, his hips jerking up, lifting the troll woman into the air with her mouth still fully impaled on his gargantuan cock, throbbing rapidly with every heartbeat. Moog let out one last shuddering moan as his hips and legs almost vibrated with jerks and spasms. Just as the explosion of cum blasted the woman off like a rocket, her impact along with the spray of cum knocking the entire troll gathering to the ground, Lorgrah swung around, wrapping her legs around the witch doctor's neck. For a brief moment his mask was pressed up against her ass, and he might have enjoyed that if she didn't immediately twist her body with her thighs, snapping his neck. She pulled him up with her legs, awkwardly and with some difficulty, but in a panicked rush, until the witch doctor's waist was in reach of her mouth, where she yanked a small dagger from his belt and finally let go, dropping his corpse to the ground. She strained just a little more, pulling herself up so her mouth came up to her wrists, grabbed the dagger in one hand and thrust it into the ropes. A few stabs and cuts into the ropes and they tore free. She wasted not an ounce of energy, and bounced into the air once she hit the ground, jumping to Moog's wrists and slashing at the ropes until they fell free. Moog yanked his leggings back up as they quickly mounted and rode madly to the entrance again, the trolls only just climbing out of the sticky explosion of cum to attempt to give chase, but quickly falling behind. Moog and Lorgrah finally popped out of the entrance and faced the ghosts of their party members, who were planning to chew them out for not regrouping with them, only to give the couple bewildered stares at Moog's bruised and cum splattered body, with Lorgrah just as bruised still by his side. A few shy apologies and the group agreed to leave off for the rest of the day. As the rest of the party revived and headed back to town, Moog held Lorgrah's hand in his. "Again I want to say I'm sorry, I wish I didn't have to do that." Lorgrah smiled. "It got us out of trouble that time, so... I'm glad. Just as long as it doesn't happen again." She grinned, and he smiled. Lorgrah looked ahead, staring back at the town. Moog started to ride back, but Lorgrah just stayed still, staring back at town. He looked back at her. "Do you want to camp out here by the mountain again?" Lorgrah didn't respond. Moog called her name. His only response was from elsewhere nearby which he knew he recognized as Darnassian. "I guess this tauren really is quite... rape prone, isn't he?" Shanida asked, stealthed behind Lorgrah who wobbled in a daze. Moog jumped as a hand ran down his arm. Senea stood beside him, and he could only stand and stare as she ran a gentle touch across a large bruise on his arm. In just slightly accented orcish she whispered to him in a sarcastic tone, "oh, poor Moog." |
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