My Sweet Deadra - Part 2
I got a good response and a rating for my last part. it's nice when you get comments and such. Wasn't expecting to do a sequal, but anyway, heres a second part.
Enjoy
My Sweet Deadra - Part 2
Xivali was bored out of his mind.
It was not often that the Deadric warrior was bored, but for the past few days boredom was all that he knew. All he could do was eat, and sleep. The hours passed slowly at a snails pace, the outside sun seeming to mock him as it almost crawled across the brilliant blue sky. But Xivali did not care about how beautiful the sky was. All he cared about was finding something to do.
It had been two weeks since Aleron, his Kahjiit lover, had managed to successfully create a pendant that, when worn, allowed the summoned demon to remain in the realm of Cyrrodiil. And those two weeks had been heaven on the earth.
Although Xivali had to remain under the constant effect of the Chameleon spell, which allowed him to become invisible, but still able to do things without disrupting the spell, the two of them had been inseparable.
Aleron lived in the Mages Living Quarters, which was nothing more really then a large room with multiple beds, and a chest at the end of each one. The bed was big enough to hold them both, so they always slept together. And whenever Aleron found himself alone for a few minutes, Xivali would appear and put his hands to good use under the Kahjiits robes.
And what fun they had had. Xivali honestly did not know what he enjoyed doing more. Bending the slim tender young Kahjiit over the nearest table or desk and filling him with his thick Deadra cock. Or pushing him back against a wall or bookcase and lifting up his robes and taking the feline cock into his mouth.
Although he never forced Aleron to do anything. So far the Kahjiit mage had not said 'no' to anything that the Deadra had done to him, although if he ever did, Xivali would have stopped in an instant. He wouldn't do it for anything else though.
Xivali often wondered if he was changing in any way. He had come to find himself becoming very protective of the young Kahjiit, always holding his huge squared axe in his hand whenever some other mage or guard approached his lover. He found himself getting sad when he wanted to have Aleron in his arms, but the Kahjiit would be surrounded by so many others that the Deadra warrior could only sit in the cornor and seethe.
What was most surprising to him was their night four days ago. The two of them had been uplate in the Arcane Universities Library. Aleron had been studying a spell used in Mysticism with some of the other mages, and finally called it a night in the early hours of the morning.
The Deadra warrior had held Alerons hand as they walked back to the living quarters and although Aleron couldn't see Xivali, the Kahjiit knew he was smiling.
When they had gotten into bed, Aleron was too tired from studying to do anything, so Xivali had gotten under the covers of his bed and put his mouth to use around the Kahjiits crotch. The whimpers and mewls of pleasure that eminated from the feline had been like music to Xivalis ears, and the creamy reward was just the icing on the cake.
However, when Xivali had finished and moved up in the bed to cuddle his Kahjiit, Aleron had said something.
"I Love you, my sweet Deadra."
Love was something that the Deadra in Oblivion didn't believe in. Their world was red and filled with heat and anger, and blood. Although they mated with each other in the Planes of Oblivion from time to time to keep their numbers in balance, Love was nothing more then a foreign word that they didn't know the meaning to.
But when Aleron had whispered the words to Xivali, the Deadra had felt his heart skip a beat before speeding up. Aleron had looked into the Deadras calm, handsome face, waiting for his reaction. But, he needn't have worried.
"I love you too, my little Aleron" was the reply.
Xivali did not know wether love was a physical thing that they had been doing to one another, or whether it was they way that his heart beat when he held the Kahjiiy in his arms. But when he was this close to the Kahjiit, so close that he could feel the felines breathing against his chest, or even his hearbeat as he slept, all the Deadra cared about was the connection that he felt between them. And that's what made him decide he loved him.
But three days ago, after that wonderfull night, Aleron had to leave on official mage business, and was unable to take Xivali with him. Xivali had to remain behind in the Arcane University, the home of the Mages Guild.
Xivali had been in the room when Raminus Polas, one of the more official Mages of the Arcane University and Alerons superior, had given Aleron his next guild task. Both Xivali and Aleron had not been happy with what it involved.
It involved Aleron heading into the Jehral Mountains above the city of Bruma to collect certain herbs used in Alchemy. Certain herbs and plants that were only found in the snowy mountains and were supposedly rare.
Raminus had also instructed Aleron to do this task on his own, and not take any magickal instruments with him. He could not even use summoned creatures either. When Aleron asked why, Raminus said that some tasks were made difficult for the purpose of testing mages ,and if he succeeded, he'd be considered for promotion to the next rank.
"A test of your character, and your abilities to survive without your dependency on magick" Raminus had also said.
The night before he left, Aleron was not happy. Not just because he'd have to trek through the mountains on his own and have to spend any nights alone without Xivali beside him. He was unhappy with the promotion system the Mages Guild issued. The same system that held him back from being one of the more important mages of the University.
The promotion system was based on how well the mage apprentices and members took to tasks given to them. Depending on how they performed, it could take either a very common task or any number of larger tasks to advance. But Aleron had been on the rank of Evoker for several months. Many mages were lucky to advance even one rank per month.
But ever since the Hero had arrived, he had been heading up the ranks faster then anyone. He'd head off on whatever task the Mages Council gave him, and return a day later to say it had been done. And then they'd promote him. Rumours amongst the Arcane University were that the Hero had risen up half the known ranks in less than a month. And those rumours were often filled with jealousy and hate towards him .
Unhappy he couldn't measure up to the so called Hero, his own slow moving career and the fact his next task was to be done alone, Aleron had set off on foot to Bruma, leaving Xivali behind.
And behind he had stayed. The Deadra warrior had watched the Kahjiit walk off on his own, his shoulders slumped in both sadness and annoyance as he walked away from the Imperial city beyond the settlement of Whey on the other side of the Imperial Bridge. Xivali had not left the Arcane Universitys grounds since Aleron had left, and he was so bored it took everything he hand not to grope someone else for the fun of it while he was invisible. It would please him very well to hear them run around screaming about a 'touchy feely' ghost.
Xivali sighed yet again as he stared out of the window of the Councils room, watching the other mages walk below him, looking like multicoloured beetles scurrying around and flashing brightly whenever they cast something.
It was only through his love for Aleron that the Deadric warrior did not reveal himself. If he was found out, most likely the heavily armed Battle Mages would hunt him down and kill him. Being a summoned being, he would leave no corpse. He'd merely die in this plane and wake up back in Oblivion where he belonged. Of course, if he 'died' in this existence, most likely the pendant that Aleron enchanted to keep him here would break, and become useless.
And the Deadric warrior did not want to leave the Kahjiit alone. Not again. If he left him alone, who would protect him if they found out who summoned the Deadric warrior in the first place? Not many apprentices had mastered Conjuration.
The sound of the warp pad echoed in the circular room and Xivali looked over his shoulder. He recognised who it was. It was one of the brothers that ran the Black Horse Curior, the newspaper of the Imperial City. He was a strong runner, and a rather cute Kahjiit in brown clothing with long hair. But Xivali had no interest in him. Besides, he wasn't in the mood to toy with another feline.
The Kahjiit left a bunch of scrolls on the table and left just as quickly. Most likely the next editions of the Courier. And there was more then one this time around. Probably a few back issues just in case some idiot hadn't read them. It was kind of hard not to read the Courier. Especially when the ones who handed the dam things out shoved them into your hands and refused to recognise the word 'No'.
Since he had nothing better to do, Xivali wandered over to the large table and sat down on one of the stools. The rest of the council were out for some reason. Irlav Jorall, the pompous dork in white robes was most like in the Mage Guild Quarters. Most likely offering his 'assistance' to the younger females in need of teaching.
Caranya, the snobbish bitch in blue was probably exercising her sharp tongue on anyone that looked at her funny. No-one ever seemed to get on her good side. Xivali had no idea why. Even the other Council members were treated like scum around her.
And Hannibal Traven? He spent most of his time in his bedroom on the top floor. Although what he exactly did nobody knew. Xivali had a fair idea what he did, he found the idea of finding out what it was revolting.
"So what is keeping these pathetic little mortals happy today?" Xivali asked, his voice echoing the room without a body attached to it. Anyone coming into the room would have found the site of the Courier papers reading themselves rather unsettling.
That was an odd thing. The Guild Members in the university understood about Chameleon and Invisibility spells, and they knew the affects could be lengthy and well cast. Yet, they still put invisible people down to ghosts and other odd things without thinking of the other reason.
"Night Mother Rituals?" Xivali said, reading the first one. "Shame they never work" he added, tossing the paper over his shoulder where it hit the wall and fluttered to the floor. "She's been dead for years."
"Emperors sons murdered" was the next one. "I already know that one" he said, tossing the paper over his shoulder to join the other one. "The murderers got murdered by an escaped prisoner in shackles."
"Hmm. Skingrad News" Xivali said, holding the paper in both hands as he looked it over. "Count of Skingrad never seen in daylight. Conspiracy continues" he read. "Well duh. He's a vampire" Xivali said with a chuckle.
"Glarthir found dead. No surprise to anyone" Xivali read, then smirked. "They must obviously care about him to put him in the news" he said, scratching an itch on his invisible nose and continuing to read the rest of the contents of the paper before he found an article that peaked his interest.
"Rosethorn Hall for Sale" he read, and raised an eyebrow. "Rosethorn Hall is one of Skingrads finest houses, and is finally for sale to the general public. The previous tenant was imprisoned within Skingrad Dungeon after running out of The Two Sisters Inn naked and screaming 'Take me I'm yours'. The stunning house features a basement and room for a servants quarters, and two levels in the house area. The asking price is 40,000 gold coins, and any inquiries can be forwarded to Shum gro-Yarug in Castle Skingrad"
Xivali hmmed to himself a little, thinking it over. Skingrad was an interesting town, from what he had heard. Lots of big houses, and a number of rich people lived there. The house sounded interesting enough, but that much gold?
'Is it worth it?' Xivali thought to himself.
Having a house would definitely benefit him and Aleron together. The biggest benefit he could think of was that they would have privacy together. Ever since they had started sleeping with one another, they had yet to have a night where it was just them. Xivali had to be under the Chameleon spell every hour of every day unless they were alone together. There was no way they could take the risk that they were found out. And having their own house meant that Xivali could finally be rid of the stupid chameleon spell.
And, there was a Mages Guild Hall in Skingrad, so Aleron could still attend to his duties if they ended up moving.
Xivali began to get ideas in his head about what they could get upto in such a big house together. Obviously it would require large furniture, and big furniture could tie little felines down. Grinning to himself from ear to ear, he folded the paper up and slipped it between his waistband where he wouldn't loose it and headed for the teleporter.
He only thing he needed to think of was how to mingle in broad daylight, and how to get Shum gro-Yarug to lower the price on the house.
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The streets of Skingrad were a little quieter then the streets of the Imperial City. But the similarities were there. Citizens dressed in their finest clothes and laden with so much gold and finery that it would make any bandits mouth water. And guards that walked around like they owned the place and turned their nose at anyone looking different.
The buildings were indeed large, and there seemed to be more streets around between the houses. A huge high wall surrounded the buildings, although the buldings themselves were so high you couldn't see the wall anyway.
Xivali chuckled to himself as he entered through the Eastern Gate of the city. Rosethorn Hall was just a few houses away from that entrance, and he wanted to see the property before he made his decision about it. After all, you couldn't believe anything in the paper really.
Mingling about in broad Daylight wasn't too bad really. After all, aside from the horns and deep coloured skin, he was basically the same as everyone else. So, although he normally wore just a loincloth made from animal pelt, being fully clothed didn't bother him much. Although he definitely preferred being half naked. There was less of you to be grabbed by your enemy, and nothing to restrict your body.
After stealing some white robes from Irlav Jirol, he had found a clothing store called 'Divine Elegance' run by a pompous looking old witch called Polinara. Although, the Deadra had to admit that her 'selection' was pretty poor considering how common half the clothes were until he showed her the bag of gold that had mysteriously appeared in his hand.
After seeing he was rich, she had gladly shown him her full range of clothes to wear. He had no idea choosing clothes was such a big deal, but he finally decided on a pair of dark pants with a matching shirt and hood. Gold trimmed shoes seemed ridiculous, so he merely chose some more ordinary ones.
Finally deciding on his appearance, he had left without paying and left the city before the old woman had any idea what had happened.
Walking to Skingrad had been fine. It was different to walk in a world where it wasn't the colour of blood, although Xivali didn't find Cyrodill any better then Oblivion.
He had managed to have a run in with a bandit after passing through a ruined tower on one of the roads. He had been almost taken by surprise be the mean looking Kahjiit wielding an iron axe in his face.
"Hand over your gold, or your head will roll down the hill" he had snarled. He looked like he meant it.
He also looked very funny after Xivali had walked off, having smashed the Kahjiits head against the stones on the road and reducing his head to a mashed jam of blood and brain matter.
Now, he was finally at Skingrad after having not met any more troubles on the road.
"Excuse me" Xivali asked a passing guard. "Can you tell me where I can find Shum gro-Yarug please?" he asked.
"What would you want him for?" the guard asked. The stupid idiot looked like he didn't even care that he was being addressed by a passer-by. Xivali frowned at the Guard. It would take just one jab, just one, to send his fingers into the idiots throat and rip it apart.
"I'm interested in purchasing Rosethorn Hall" Xivali said carefully, keeping his temper at bay. "I'd like to know where Shum gro-Yarug is so I can buy it" he said.
"I don't know where he is, and I doubt you'd be able to afford that house anyway. Go and bother someone else for directions" the guard said, looking highly annoyed with the dark skinned person in front of him. Xivali bit down on his tongue and clenched his hand behind him, keeping his rage under control. How could these people have made it as a guard anyway?
"I'm sorry" Xivali said finally, waving his hand in front of the Guard. A thin trail of green smoke passed in front of the Guards face. 'Captivate' was such an interesting spell to use to make someone like you more. "I asked, could you tell me where Shum gro-Yarug is please" he said.
"Certainly" the guard said as a pleasant smile appeared on his face. "He's up at Castle Skingrad during the day. Just take the exit at the end of the road between the city and it'll take you straight to the castle" he said, pointing down one of the streets.
"Thank you" Xivali said with a smile back to him as he walked off. The guard nodded and started to walk off. Xivali wondered how long the Captivate spell he used would keep the guard from noticing the dagger sticking out of his stomach.
"No-one speaks like that to me" Xivali said under his breath as he turned the corner and headed down the street the guard had pointed out to him.
Judging by the loud thump in the previous street and someone shouting 'Murder, Murder', the guard had never noticed.
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Castle Skingrad was certainly odd enough. There was no garden behind the main gate. Nothing but a courtyard and well in front of the main gates to the castle. Whoever the count was, he certainly wasn't trying to impress anyone. It looked like someones abandoned backyard.
Stepping into the castle itself, Xivali was disappointed yet again. The interior of the castle was dark and dreary, even though it was the middle of the day. The whole place had a depressing feel to it, and Xivali wanted to just walk back out of the doors. The first room had high ceilings and several paintings around on the walls, but the paint was dark, and candles failed to cast any decent light. Xivali had no interest in seeing anywhere else in the castle.
"Can I help you?" a guard asked. Xivali turned and saw two guards standing beside the doorway on each side.
"I'm looking for Shum gro-Yarug" he said, looking at the guard. He expected the guard to notice anything odd about him, but for some reason, no-one noticed anything wrong. Not a soul. Everyone had treated him like anyone else, even though he looked nothing like anyone else.
"Yes, he's in the Dining Hall" the guard said, pointing to a door nearby. "It's straight through there" he added.
"Thank you" Xivali said with a nod as he headed to the door. 'Such a nice guard. Maybe I won't kill him' he thought to himself as he walked through the door.
The Dining area was definitely large enough, with high ceilings and the same dark depressing feel to it, although the dining table was lit up enough for the Deadra to see everything on it. The table and the surrounding shelves and cupboards gleamed with the amount of silverware that they were laden with.
Xivali spotted Shum gro-Yarug almost at once. He was the only one in the room, and he was bright green. He was a tough looking orc that had the look of a powerfull warrior gone to seed.
He was eating his noontime meal in the dull light, but Xivali could see every detail of him. He had bulging muscles in his legs and arms, and even his chest looked hard and firm under his shirt, but his stomach was large and round. Probably from drinking so much.
"Excuse me, Shum gro-Yarug?" Xivali asked, walking over to the seated orc at the table.
"Yes, I am he" Shum gro-Yarug said as he turned to the newcomer. He looked kind of odd in the dark clothes he was wearing, and the black hood around his face and the dark light made it hard to see his face. Shum gro-Yarug could see the very large blood stained battleaxe at his side. He wasn't afraid. One shout and the guards would rush in. "What can I do for you?" he asked, looking at the newcomer.
"I am interested in purchasing Rosethorn Hall" Xivali said, standing in front of the orc.
"Are you now?" the orc said, looking up. "What makes you think you can afford such a place?"
"Well, that's one of the things I was hoping to talk to you about" Xivali said to him, leaning against the edge of the table a little. "See, I know Skingrad is a good city, and the houses here are worth every piece of gold, but even so, 40,000 gold pieces....that seems a little steep" he said.
Shum gro-Yarug did not change his expression as Xilali spoke.
"Rosethorn Hall is worth every piece of gold. It's meant to be for the person who can afford it" he said simply.
"That seems fair" Xivali said to him. "But from what I understand about purchasing houses, they come empty except for a bed and maybe a table. You have to buy everything else from a store, and they aren't cheap either" he said.
"What is your point?" he orc asked. He didn't sound annoyed, but he looked like he was starting to lose patience. Xivali thought that he was someone who preferred getting to the point of things.
Xivali could have made every piece of gold needed for the house to simply appear out of thin air. Course, it was temporary and disappear the next day, but he wanted to at least try the mortal way of haggling before he did that.
"I'd like to buy Rosethorn Hall for nothing, if I may" Xivali said to him, matter of factly. Shum gro-Yarug snorted so hard he almost coughed up the mead he had been drinking during the conversation.
"I'm sorry" he said, once he had wiped his face. "But if you don't have the gold, I'm not giving you anything" he said. "Now, why don't you leave and come back with the money. Then we can talk" he added as he turned back to his meal.
Xivali was slightly annoyed with the orc, but not as much as he was with the guard. The guards were meant to be friendly and helpful if needed. But Shum the orc? He dealt with business, and anyone who had business. However, the Deadra warrior merely smiled. He had an idea to persuade the orc.
"Well, how about I help persuade you?" he asked, waving his hand in front of the orc, casting the green smoke over him.
"What do you have in mind?" the orc asked, his interest suddenly peaked as he leant towards the orc. Xivali grinned as he saw the orc take interest, but more importantly, he saw the orcs legs spread as he had leant forward. And something in the orcs pants said that his muscles weren't the only thing that was big on him.
"I'll show you" Xivali said, casting the spell again, just for good measure. He then moved away from the table and walked to the Orcs side, the green orc following him so that his front was wide open to the newcomer. Xivali smiled and snapped his fingers softly behind his back, the door to the Dining Hall closing and locking itself. Alteration was good for undoing locks, but locking them was beneficial too.
Shum gro-Yarug said nothing as he watched the hooded newcomer walk in front of him. His interest in the newcomer had peaked so much that he was willing to settle back and let the man (at least he thought it was a man) convince him.
Xivali grinned to himself. After behaving himself for the past three days, he was anxious to have a little fun convincing the orc. He moved right in front of the Orc so closely that he could reach out and start to run his hands over the orcs front.
"What are you going to do?" the orc asked, looking up at the hooded figures face area. He still could not see who, or what, it was, but he could not help but wonder what was in store for him.
"Just relax" Xivali said softly, and Shum gro-Yarugs ears twitched as though something soft and velvety had just been draped over them. The orc leaned back a little as he felt the hands, so strong and firm, caress him through his shirt across his chest. His muscles twitched lightly as he felt the fingers trail over his chest.
"My my my. Such a strong firm Orc" Xivali said, grinning inwardly. He would love to rip the orcs clothes off him and see him in the buff, but he wasn't aiming for that. Just a little teasing before the main event.
The Deadras strong hands caressed over the muscled chest before he moved them across the fabric until he found two certain somethings behind the fabric. Grinning at the orc, he gave those two little nubs a squeeze, which the orc responded with a small gasp and a slight moan. Xivali grinned to himself. They felt quite large under the fabric, and he continued to tweak them until he felt them grow as hard as nails in his fingers. He could even see them dent the shirt as they stuck out from the orcs chest.
"Mmmmm, someones liking this" Xivali said with a grin. Shum gro-Yarug could only moan a reply. He felt so helpless, yet he could not understand why. But he trusted the stranger, and trusted he knew what he was doing. Besides, he wasn't going to deny he liked it. A certain part of him was showing that he was definitely liking it.
Xivali could see that area very well himself as he glanced down. The large bulge between the orcs meaty thighs had grown larger. Xivali figured that if he continued, the dam thing would most likely split his pants open. He smirked. That sounded like a good idea.
"Does the orcy want his cocky to come out and play?" he said in a playfull voice as best as he could as he slowly knelt down between the orcs legs. Slowly dragging his finger across the fabric, he could see the cock hidden behind the material twitch in response. Another slow drag made the bulge twitch again and it strained the fabric more. He could hear the orc breathing heavily above him, and Xivali grinned. Just a little more.
"Mmm, such a big boy" he said, bringing his face between the orcs spread legs and slowly running his tongue across the fabric. He could smell the musck through the orcs pants, and could even feel the large cock throb through the fabric.
But that long and slow lick had the effect Xivali desired and as soon as his tongue had left the orcs pants, Shum gro-Yarug moaned out loud and there was a soft ripping sound as both the orcs underpants and pants split and his cock shot out like a confined animal.
And what an animal. The orcs cock could rival Xivalis, in just about every aspect. Grinning to himself, he grabbed a hold of the thick green organ and pushed the fabric out of the way so that the orcs cock was fully free. He could just get his fingers around the thick shaft, but the dark green head was even bigger around and it was leaking pre in a thick stream already.
"Mmm, so tasty" Xivali murred as he bent his head towards the large cock and gave the tip a slow lick. The pre tasted so thick, and had a strong musky taste to it. Shum gro-Yarug looked down between his legs as he felt the thick smooth tongue on his hard member, he could not help but moan loudly. The strangers hood prevented him from seeing what he was doing, so he had to rely on what he felt. And what he felt was good.
Xivali however had no complaints. He was thoroughly enjoying himself as he teased the orcs cock with his tongue, running over the tip of the large green head and scooping up the thick pre. It was starting to come out more and the orcs breathing was starting to get heavier. Obviously he was in dire need to end, and probably quickly.
"Does the orcy want to cum?" Xivali asked, looking up at the large orc as he squeezed the cock in his hand, a large drop of pre emerging from the head and dripping down the thick shaft.
"Yes....please...I'll do anything" Shum gro-Yarug begged him. His heart was racing heavily and a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face. Xivali could see that he was getting worked up, and he was desperate.
"I want the key to Rosethorn Hall, then I'll give you your release" Xivali said with a grin on his face, and the orc felt the thick velvety words roll over his ears. He had been desperate for release a moment ago, but now he was desperate for a decision. The count depended on his good decisions in the city, and he couldn't just hand over the keys to the most expensive house in Skingrad just because he was getting a good blowjob.
On the other hand, not even the most attractive hulky orc female could ever get his heart racing this hard. Not even the stocky orc who ran the Three Sisters Inn that shared his bed at night was this good.
Grunting not only in desperation, but on the decision he made, he quickly jammed his hand into the pocket of his pants and threw a heavy ornate brass key onto the table.
"There...there it is. The key" he breathed, looking back down at the stranger between his legs. "Now...can you?" he begged.
"I certainly can" Xivali said with a grin hidden behind his hood as he started to stroke the large shaft in his fingers as he wrapped his lips around the thick cockhead. The cock tasted better in his mouth than on his tongue and he slowly sank the huge shaft into his mouth, and down into his throat. It was quicker then he thought would take when his nose touched the orcs sweaty crotch, and he knew he had the whole thing inside. Shum gro-Yarug could not believe that this newcomer could take his entire cock. And it felt so hot inside his mouth.
"Mmmm" he moaned around the thick shaft as he started to squeeze the large green ballsac in his now free hand. They felt so heavy and round, like a couple of large apples. How did the whole thing even fit in his pants? As he started to slowly bob his mouth up and down the thick throbbing shaft, he took his other hand and started to slip it into the rip of the orcs pants. He could feel the green buttcheeks on his fingers as the orc lifted himself up with a moan. They were very firm, and he could hardly fit his finger between them.
"Oh...by the Nine" Shum gro-Yarug moaned as he felt his thick cock pulse more inside his mouth. He was getting close. He panted heavily as he felt a trail of sweat creep down the side of his face as his broad chest rose up and down.
He finally could take no more as the orc let out a large harsh cry as his cock pulsed inside the moist hot mouth and shot a thick rope of cum into his throat. Xivali pulled back when he felt that first shot, and then another. The back of his throat felt like it had been hit by a rock, and more was coming.
Xivali nursed on the large cockhead as the orc groaned out loud as he emptied his balls into the hot mouth. Xivali could barely keep up with the heavy flow, and it eventually started to leak out of the corners of his mouth and drip down to his chin.
Shum gro-Yarug leant against the back of his chair as he sighed out loud and went limp as he panted. He looked down at the hooded figure between his legs and moaned a little as he felt the hot moist tongue run itself up and down his throbbing shaft.
"Mmmm, so tasty" Xivali said with a grin on his face as he let go of the thick green cock and let it flop down between the orcs legs. Licking around his mouth to get the last bits of the thick orc seed he stood up and faced him. "So, was it worth handing over the key?" he asked, giving him a sweet smile although the orc couldn't see it.
"Yeah.....yeah....it was....it was worth it..."Shum gro-Yarug panted as he looked up at the hooded figure. Where did he get the talent to do that to him? No-one had ever reduced him to a limp rag like this.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself" Xivali said with a grin as he took the key from the table and slipped it into his pocket. "I know I certainly did" he added as he started to walk out of the room. Shum gro-Yarugs ears twitched when he heard the velvety thickness in the strangers ears.
As Xivali left Castle Skingrad and headed into the town, he had to wonder what he'd do to convince the guy at the Colonial Traders to hand over the furniture for Rosethorn Hall for a reduced price. Although Xivali was certain he could convince them without any trouble