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| brokenheroes5 by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/05/2008, 1:44am PDT | ||||
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| [b]Chapter 5
Run to the Hills [m tauren/f night elf, some fighting, poor Moog, kidnapping, Moog and Lorgrah get married, too long (the story I mean), baptism by cum, moo][/b] Moog brushed Senea off as she stroked his arm. "Night elves," he scoffed. "What do you--" He didn't need an answer as Senea yanked his pants to his knees in mid sentence and immediately ran her tongue along his shaft. Her mind raced, knowing this couldn't possibly fit in her mouth. Or could it? She closed her eyes, silently prayed that this wouldn't just drive her insane instantly, and started to push his soft head against her lips, surprised when it popped in quite easily, her teeth scraping over the giant but still flaccid head. She started to suck and lick, expecting the familiar throb as he hardened. Shanida stared as her co-conspirator shamelessly blew this tauren as she watched. As Senea thrust his massive cock deep into her mouth, Shanida almost absentmindedly ran her hand up Lorgrah's leg, rubbing her inner thigh and breathing just a little hard. She couldn't help admitting to herself that she wanted to join her friend right then. Senea looked up, her mouth full of soft tauren cock. Moog simply crossed his arms and glared down at her. She tried sucking faster, thrusting his shaft in and out. She kept it up as she heard him groan, thinking it was working, but instead he grabbed her shoulder and shoved her off of him, his cock yanking out of her mouth with a loud wet pop as she was thrown to the ground. The seduction plan might actually have worked if it hadn't been a mere couple of minutes since he washed Zul'Farrak out with his cum. Moog tugged his pants up and grabbed his mace (his actual mace that is) and ran to Lorgrah's side. He slapped down a magma totem, turning in every direction, looking for the rogue he knew had to be there. The totem pulsed, but no fire. She must've made it out of range, he thought. Senea felt panic as their capture plan had already self destructed. She instantly cursed the whole plot as ridiculous and impossible, of course only after failing it. She was probably right, it was a pretty stupid plan, although knowing Moog there was a pretty high likelihood of it working anyway. She cleared her mind, then drew her sword and spoke out in darnassian to her stealthed partner, just as Lorgrah came to. "Get your axe, I think we can take them," Moog said to her, and she nodded and unslung the giant axe from her back, holding it over her head, knowing that the rogue would either attack him first or her. Moog cried out, his yelp of pain cut off suddenly as Shanida appeared behind him, jamming a blade hard into his back, the wound stunning him momentarily. Lorgrah brought her axe down, and Shanida instinctively jumped back, narrowly dodging it, with the axe burying in the sand. Senea rushed at her with her sword drawn, slashing towards Lorgrah, but blocked immediately as Moog came out of his daze and threw his shield up in front of Lorgrah, then followed with an immediate mace swing that smacked Senea across the shoulder, causing her to lose her balance and fall to a knee. Lorgrah pulled her axe out of the sand and held it to the side, momentarily leaving her vulnerable to Shanida as she thrust one dagger into Lorgrah's stomach and another into her arm. Lorgrah winced but ignored the pain to swing her axe to the side like a club, Shanida's hardened leather armor blocking most of the blade, but the impact knocking the wind from her left lung as it struck against her ribs and threw her to the ground. Moog had turned his head to see Lorgrah send Shanida to the ground, just long enough for Senea to thrust her sword into his upper leg. He roared in pain, and Senea pulled her blade out, ready to knock him out cold with the hilt of her sword. What she didn't realize is the magma totem that was set down had been replaced with a fire nova totem, which sat there quite calmly, and just before Senea could put Moog's lights out, it went off, the explosion throwing Senea back, her sword thrown from her hand. Senea groaned and looked up. For a second, all she could see was the stars in the clear night sky, practically spinning around as her eyes swam in her head. She shook her head and looked up to see Moog holding his mace, ready to charge at her, and she saw Lorgrah holding Shanida down to the ground with the orc putting her in a choke hold. Senea figured she had only one option left. She scrambled to her feet and ran away. Moog's first reaction was to give chase, but he took one step and yelped in pain, forgetting the deep stab wound he had just gotten. His hands went down to hold it closed as blood poured out. Lorgrah panted from behind him, struggling to hold the night elf captive down, "Forget about her, we have her friend." Moog turned to them and looked down at the night elf, then to Lorgrah. Something seemed especially off about this attack, and they both knew something seemed up about it. They both had the same idea, of course, since they're such lovebirds. Orgrimmar. It took a few extra bandages, but the night elf's wrists and ankles were bound tightly, with a few extra wrapped around her mouth, as she was slung over Moog's shoulder, his hand firmly across their captive's ass, just making sure she was held down right. Lorgrah finished applying the bandages to Moog's leg, staunching the bleeding. Her own bandages around her stomach and arm had bright spots of blood on them but were healing quickly. They both mounted up. "Do you hear something?" Lorgrah mumbled, thinking that it was just her imagination, or the wind, or just something that wouldn't be worth mentioning, but Moog looked behind him. "Gah, let's get out of here!" he yelped. Lorgrah looked behind her and gasped, and they both tore off back to Gadgetzan as what seemed to be a thousand risen zombie trolls poured out of Zul'Farrak. Before taking the flightmaster out of town, not bothering to explain the tied up night elf Moog had over his shoulder, they both made sure to get the point across that Gadgetzan should probably get everyone inside and shut their gates, leaving the town guards to fight the coming battle. It wasn't until halfway to Orgrimmar on the fight that Moog realized that he was probably somewhat responsible for that. Moog and Lorgrah both agreed it would be best not brought up to anyone else. As they flew over the barrens, Moog nervously admitted, "I think I recognized the other night elf, the one with the white hair." Lorgrah giggled, "One of your ex-girlfriends or something?" Moog laughed nervously, and after an uncomfortable pause simply said, "Yes." Lorgrah scoffed. "I would think she was enamored with you, but if they were the ones spying on us the day before, then it seems like more than just another attempt to get you all to themselves." Moog scratched his head, quietly thinking of all the other times that alliance women have raped him. Their motive was always pretty obvious. Something was different this time, the night elves didn't seem to be in it for any pleasure at all. Moog mumbled, realizing how confusing it was. "Then it couldn't be a plot just between two night elves. I am hoping we're in good enough favor with Thrall to get his advice. If this night elf knows something, Thrall should know how to get it. Or at least know someone who would know." As they dismounted on top of the Orgrimmar flight tower, they decided it would be best to take the bridge and sneak their captive around the back. No point in confusing all the people milling around the auction house with a night elf slave that many of them would try to attack on sight. Moog politely lowered the night elf to the floor in Thrall's chamber, as Lorgrah explained the bizarre story, of course excluding their misadventure in Zul'Farrak earlier and how it led Gadgetzan to be swarmed with undead trolls. Thrall rose from his throne. "We will take her prisoner, but we must be careful with her. If she has some other motive, we will have to find the right way to get it," he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "The both of you should rest for now while I gather my advisers." Moog and Lorgrah nodded and kneeled, then turned to leave. "Oh, one other thing," Thrall said. "If you're going to be intimate with each other, at least take it to Ragefire Chasm. I don't want you destroying any more perfectly good homes in this city." Moog blushed nervously, and Lorgrah answered for her shy lover, "We will, thank you warchief." Thrall just sat back down and held his face in his hand. "Moog and Lorgrah are back in town. Maybe we should head for high ground," he mumbled to no one in particular. Moog and Lorgrah decided not to get "intimate" that night, instead setting a blanket down off to the side of the cliff wall on the Drag, looking up at the open night sky, drums pounding faintly throughout the city, guards and adventurers wandering past, bonfires crackling with the brisk scent of burning wood. They held each other in their arms and muttered contently. "We should just get up and get married right now," Lorgrah said quietly in Moog's ear. "Already?" Moog paused for a second. "Yeah, let's do it." They both immediately got to their feet. The "ceremony" was held in the second floor of a troll's house on the Drag, who was a part time witch doctor and marriage minister. Moog and Lorgrah opted out of the tuxedo or being naked (as they were informed was the troll custom for marriage), deciding to stay in his leather and her mail armor. "We be bringin' dees lovers together in da 'ternal bond a' luv. Ya'n promisin' to ch'udda dat ya'wan be faithful till ya dust?" "Don't do that part just yet," a voice from behind the couple said, easily recognized as Thrall, which is why Moog didn't turn around to look as he was too nervous. Lorgrah looked behind her and smiled. "Sorry about the invite, we kind of just decided this a minute ago," she said with a smile. Thrall chuckled. "I understand, but my advisers have told me that there is a way we can elicit information from your captive, but well... let's say you may want to hold off on the loyalty vow until afterwards." Moog turned to face Thrall, simply glad that he wasn't going to be in trouble this time. "You want me to... erm." Moog stopped, he already knew what Thrall was implying. "Well, we can still do the wedding, but Lorgrah... do you really... ah..." Lorgrah looked at him and smirked. "I guess we're having an open marriage then, because I'm not waiting another second." Thrall stayed to witness the extra short ceremony. "You gwan kiss ch'udda now." So they did that. "Ya, ya married now, tra notta bang des poor girl too hard," the minister/witch doctor said as he threw flower petals at them. Thrall smiled, "Let me know when you are ready," and he left. Moog and Lorgrah grinned at each other, now as tauren husband and orc wife, back to their blanket along side the Drag, laid down, held each other again, this time as married tauren and orc, and fell asleep in each others arms. They both knew Moog would need the rest. The sun was up, but Moog and Lorgrah couldn't see it from the dungeon they were standing in. They didn't know that there were any basements in the Orgrimmar houses, but Thrall led them into a house in the more isolated western edge of the city by the bridge that leads over the Southfury River. Chained to the wall by her ankle was the night elf who just cowered nervously in the corner. Thrall explained the intention. "According to my advisers, our warlocks would be able to tap into her mind quite easily and find what she knows, but only if her mind is in a weakened state. That's what we need you for." Moog gulped. "I don't know, it seems... it just seems somewhat wrong." Thrall spoke, "You should not worry, she won't be harmed. I think she will enjoy this more than you think, after the potions we've given her. Once we find what she knows, we will take her to Ashenvale to have her released back to the alliance." Moog scratched his head. "Well Lorgrah, I don't think you'll want to watch this then." Lorgrah chuckled quietly, "Just make sure you get it right the first time, I don't want to hear about you had to keep trying over and over again." Moog responded with a nervous laugh that was just a little too loud, before he silenced himself and cleared his throat. "I promise I will. I mean... I won't?" Lorgrah grinned in response. A slightly threatening grin to be sure. Thrall and Lorgrah left together to wait outside, leaving Moog and Shanida along in the basement, lit only by a single lantern on the wall. Moog looked her over. The night elf's purple skin was already quite flushed, rubbing her legs together and panting. Silky light blue hair lay over half of her face. She gave a half wincing smile to Moog and seemed to moan directly at him, clearly begging something in darnassian, but instead of a desperate plea to be released, her voice burned with lust, her tongue practically hanging out of her mouth as the basement warmed from her hot panting breaths. Moog shook his head. Whatever shade of wrong this was, he just hoped she would enjoy it. It looked like she was ready to enjoy it at least. Moog slowly fumbled with his belt, which only caused his guest to pant faster as if in approval. Moog cleared his throat with a small rumbling cough and walked to her, pulling his belt off. She immediately reached down and grabbed his cowhood through his leather pants, causing him to yelp. She was definitely getting friendly. Before he could think of what to do next, she was already on her knees and had pulled his pants down to his hooves, her lust scorched brain still functioning enough to remember watching Senea do the same the night before, the thought alone causing her legs to twitch and rub together harder. Shanida had never done anything like this before. She never even thought of it. The only love she had known was with other night elf women. She had heard gossip in alliance taverns of blowjobs, but certainly never with the horde, and definitely not with a tauren. Now she was staring directly at her tauren captor's giant cock. She knew that the potion they gave her was affecting her judgment, but she couldn't help groping it desperately, deeply wanting it. The potion put the itch in her loins, she understood that, it impaired her judgment and she understood that too. The only thing it didn't give her was the desire she originally hade to debase herself on this tauren just as she watched Senea do it without hesitation. Her hands moved over it, and she opened her mouth, wanting to take it in, to choke herself on it if she had to, she needed it badly. Holding it up with both hands, she pushed her lips onto it, squeezing the thick head into her mouth. It tasted like pure hot sex, burning her tongue, as if the memory of many powerful orgasms raged inside it. Her eyes opened wide as the tauren rumbled with a slight moan, looking down at her with an almost tender smile. She relaxed a little, but still itched for this badly and crammed his thick meat deeper in, filling her mouth quickly. She yelped quietly as suddenly she felt it, his flaccid cock throbbed hard, then throbbed again, shuddering inside her mouth as if her mouth was a cage that had trapped a wild beast that would fight to get out. She could feel it harden and thicken against her tongue as it began to grow, pressing her tongue harder as her mouth stretched out. Moog held his hands against the wall behind this night elf woman, holding himself up as she violated her mouth with his hardening shaft, the growing alone pushing itself deeper into her mouth, her cheeks puffing out, her looking up at him in desperation. He had just gotten married hours ago, and he was already willing to go balls deep into this night elf woman's mouth. "Well, for the horde," he thought to himself, and pushed in deeper. "Gmpf!!" was the only sound Shanida could squeak out as her throat was crammed full of thick tauren cock, rapidly pulsing and growing, stretching her jaw open wider. She could no longer keep her mouth open enough to keep her teeth from biting into the tauren's shaft, but it seemed she could barely scratch it. Just as she felt her jaw couldn't take anymore, the tauren relented, pulling his massive hardened cock free as the last few throbs expanded it in full. Shanida coughed and sputtered, panting, her face burning with lust as it was almost a bright red. She begged "please" and "yes" repeatedly in darnassian. The tauren raised her to her feet as if in response, and pressed his body against hers and into the wall. Moog grunted, a little embarrassed that he couldn't help thinking of Lorgrah one last time as he was readying to bury himself deep in this night elf and make her cum as hard as he could get her to. He held her legs open as if to prepare her, and pressed his body against hers hard. They both grunted and groaned loudly as he tried to push his massive cock into her. The head of his cock pressed hard against her labia. He kept pushing, and she tried pushing against him. Nothing was happening. It wouldn't even go in at all. Moog sighed in exasperation. This was always the annoying part. Moog pushed harder, groaning continuously as he started to force his cock against her as hard as he could. She started whimpering loudly as suddenly her pussy was forced open, the very tip of the head slowly and agonizingly cramming its way in. Sweat began to run down Moog's chest, soaking Shanida's face. In a lust craze, she licked his furry chest and ran her tongue on his nipples, suckling them lightly and moaning hot breaths directly into them. Moog bit his lip nervously and took a deep breath. "So wrong, so wrong, so wrong," he muttered to himself, as he groaned hard and pushed harder still. His strained groan rumbled the room, and Shanida's screams of passion echoed through the basement. Thrall and Lorgrah stood outside the door of the house, trying to ignore each other. Thrall asked one of the guards for water. For some reason his throat had dried right out. Lorgrah mumbled, "me too, please." She was starting to develop a dry cough herself. Her quiet request was followed by more muffled screaming from deep inside the hut. Lorgrah covered her face with her palm. "Hurry up already," she silently muttered. Wetness gushed in splatters from Shanida's pussy as Moog continued cramming into her, grunting hard with exertion. This was why he settled down, so he wouldn't have to put up with stretching out every girl he came across, and agonizing forever just to get in them. He tried thrusting his hips up which never helped push deeper in, it only thrust her into the air. The only thing that seemed to work was to push down on her shoulders as he pressed upwards into her. Then she did something that surprised Moog. She grabbed underneath his arms and pushed herself down hard, shoving the rest of his cockhammer all the way to her cervix, when it hit it felt like a zeppelin crash to the couple, causing them both to scream. Moog leaned forward, his head resting against the wall, his legs pulled back away from it so there was extra space in between him at the wall at his chest where the night elf was positioned, giving her some room to sit on his cock while he tried to recover, panting hard. Shanida would not be satisfied with resting at this point though, and put her feet against Moog's massive tauren legs and pushed hard, raising herself up. Moog's eyes shot open as his rest was disturbed, and this time he let out a wall-rattling moo. Lorgrah gasped loudly. Moog didn't do that often, even with her, but she knew what it meant. It meant the sensation was so strong it reverted him to his pure primal ancestral instinct. She was a little jealous, but more than that she felt sorry for the night elf. Lorgrah knew what was coming next, and sure enough even from outside, she heard the rough scraping sound of Moog grinding his hooves against the floor, preparing to charge his prey. Moog's eyes glazed over as he lost control of his body and his mind, gripping the night elf's hips with his hands, suddenly he brutally jackhammered into her as fast as he could, thrusting his hips back and forth while pulling and pushing her up and down. Shanida's screams cut off as she had no more breath to scream out, and no more mental ability to use her voice. There were plenty of orgasms for her, most overlapping each other, and all layered over one gigantic continuous orgasm. Even on an instinctive level she had trouble remembering to breathe. Her wetness exploded across the floor and she drooled all over herself, down her neck and onto her breasts. The couple drenched musty sweat onto each other, the heavy stench of hard sex pouring out of the hut, practically fogging the air. Somehow mixed in the feral sex smell was a slight hint of cooked hamburger. Shanida gurgled as her smaller orgasms subsided, leaving just the dull large orgasm that continued, causing her quivering vagina to tighten and spasm randomly. She tried to at least groan gutturally, but a dumb "uh" was all her voice was able to manage as Moog's feral pounding started to subside in speed if not in power, as he thrust his hips upwards hard, then hard again, and with one last thrust he mooed once more. The next part wasn't pretty. Shanida was pinned up to the air against the basement wall, held off of the ceiling only by the chain on her ankle, as Moog's cum exploded. Moog was practically crying now with stifled grunts and sobs. It actually hurt to cum this much, but Moog wouldn't remember any of it anyway. The last weak streams splattered out and Shanida fell from the wall where she was glued. Moog had no strength to stand and fell onto his back, expecting to hit the ground. Instead he had a sudden violent awakening as no floor met his back but instead a waist high pool of his own cum. Moog yelped but it couldn't escape his lips, and he struggled back to his feet to keep from drowning in the basement full of his own ejaculate. Shanida sat up to her neck, leaning against the wall. She stared at him a dumb blank stare. Then the door behind Moog opened. A warlock in dark robes walked down the steps, then stopped. "Ew?" was all he said. Thrall and Lorgrah peaked down into the basement, and then immediately looked away, trying to avoid looking at each other. A minute later, the warlock returned, his robe clinging to him as he had to be drenched head to toe in cum just to retrieve the prisoner, who was herself still dripping with cum, leaving a massive slimy trail all the way out of the house. "I will take her to the river first to clean her." Thrall nodded, trying not to think of any of this. "You do whatever you need. I'll be uh... in my chambers." He rushed off, at least to get away from all this. Lorgrah walked into the basement. Moog looked up at her sheepishly. She couldn't help but to giggle, and she tried to hide it. His fur was of course completely matted down with cum, which came up to his waist as he stood. "I... I mooed, didn't I?" Lorgrah grinned, trying not to laugh, as she looked around the basement. Every inch that wasn't underneath the pool of cum was dripping with cum. "I'd say so by the looks of it." Moog blushed, but it was impossible to tell as he was still dripping in his own blanket of cum. "So they're... they're going to be tapping into her mind now?" "She's getting a bath in the river first," Lorgrah said. Moog chuckled very quietly, "I guess that's the right thing to do." Then he, as we'd say, [i]serious'd[/i]. "Wait, alone?!" Lorgrah's eyes went wide. For a split second, she knew just that Moog was panicked, but not why, only that she probably should too. A second later, she dashed outside, following the big slimy trail of cum, with Moog trying to follow her and leaving his own cum trail. Lorgrah mounted up and riding to the west to the bridge, towards the river. She looked over the edge, looking for one of two things. She hoped she would see the dazed night elf being washed in the river. However, she knew that the night elves would not ignore that one of their own agents would be kidnapped and interrogated. She stopped in the middle of the bridge and sulked. The warlock laid along the riverside, dead. |
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