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Gjall awakes in a bed of soft furs surrounded by burning incense. It's dark in the room or... no, it's a tent. Maybe. His eyes are still fuzzy. How did he get here, anyways? Could he have-

"SHITE!" The dwarf attempts to jump from his bed, but his legs give way and he collapses to the ground with a sharp, and entirely undwarfy, yelp. Before he can pull himself from the ground a huge hairy brown paw lifts him by the shoulder and gently pulls him upward.

"Careful, little one. You are not yet healed." A gruff and friendly voice says.

"Where am I?" Gjall asks, not yet having seen his helper. "And don't call me little!"

"Highmountain, or close to it. You took a nasty fall. Luckily I found you!"

"And you are...?" Gjall asks, his vision still blurry as he turns to acknowledge the very large silhouette before him.

"I am Jul Stronghoof, of the Highmountain Tribe."

"TAUREN?! GET YER GRUBBY PAWS OFFA' ME!" Gjall attempts to swat the taurens paw away, but in his weakened state is unable to do more than lightly caress the hand.

Jul simply laughs.

"You won't be laughin' when I'm outta this bed!"

"Unless you cooperate that will be a long time, my friend."

Gjall deflates at the tauren's mocking tone. He stares at the ceiling while Jul ambles loudly around the room doing... something. He turns toward Jul and watches as he carefully navigates his moose-like antlers away from any hanging decorations.

Jul bends down to grab something from a bag and Gjall swallows at the sight of his immense backside. His tail swooshes around gently keeping the dwarfs attention on the round and soft-looking ass barely contained by a pair of leather breeches.

His eyes drift lower and he spots what can only be the taurens massive testicles bulging outward. He'd Tauren were big, but not this big! He wouldn't be able to fit one of those in his mouth! He wonders how big his cock must-

"Ah, there it is." Jul stands.

Gjall averts his gaze just in time, so he thinks.

"If you chew on this you'll be up and running in no time at all, Dwarf."

"My name is Gjall, not 'Dwarf'. Tauren."

"You'll be up and running in time at all, Gjall."

"How long?"

"A week, maybe."

Gjall nearly gags.

Jul walks to the side of the bed, his crotch now at face-level with Gjall. It takes every ounce of effort for him not to stare at the definitely-massive bulge that's near his face. He tries to catch glimpses out of his peripheral while also remaining defiant to his captor.

"Are you going to take it or not?" Jul asks.

"I'm not sure I could take- Er, uhm." Gjall runs a hand through his beard. "Yeah, give it 'ere."

Jul hands him some sort of thick root, it looks kind of dirty, but Gjall has plenty of experience putting strange things in his mouth. He chews the bitter root for a while as Jul watches carefully.

"Yer sure there's no faster way?" Gjall grimaces.

Jul hums as he considers the question, giving Gjall the perfect chance to glance at the taurens junk. It must be enormous! His face begins to get warm and he feels blood rush to his crotch. All familiar signs of arousal except there's something different... He feels almost high.

"There is one way, but I am not sure you are up for it." Jul shrugs.

Gjall scoffs, this tauren had no idea what Gjall was capable of! Not to mention sitting a bed for a week would probably kill him. "I'm up fer anything! A Wildhammer Dwarf never backs down from a challenge!"

"The root works better if taken with...An additive, of sorts."

"Well, add it!" Gjall insists.

Jul smiles broadly and nods before he begins to massage his dick through his breeches. "Are you certain, little dwarf?"

Gjalls eyes bulge from his head as the tauren fondles himself, is the additive cum?! He'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious but how was he supposed to fit that in his mouth? He opens his mouth to speak when Jul thrust forward gently, rubbing his bulge on the dwarf's face.

"Oooooh titans that's... that's good." Gjall coos as the scent, an earthy and sweaty smell, bombards his nostrils.

"The root amplifies libido and makes the body relaxed- a useful side-effect. When consumed alone it slowly aids in recovery, when mixed with semen that property is amplified. The larger the amount, the better."

With the package on Jul, there was no doubt it would be a substantial load. Gjall lays on the bed, completely immersing himself in the taurens powerful smell. It was the root making him do this, of course. Normally he was the more assertive partner... Well, okay, sometimes he was.

Now, though, all he could think about was a massive load of Tauren cum drenching his face, sinking into his beard, and covering his hairy chest. How much would he shoot? How much would Gjall have to swallow for the medicine to work?

As if reading his thoughts Jul continues as he gently humps the dwarf's face. "You'll need a dose every few hours for the first day, and do not worry. I will be able to produce all that you need."

Gjall nods his head against the taurens meat, sniffing the rapidly-forming wet spot every time it grazes against his face. With each pass, the massive cock grew in size until eventually it threatened to tear the seams of the taurens pants.

Jul chuckled to himself as he undid his buttons and the fat, dripping cock slapped against Gjalls face with a loud thud, it might have even hurt if the dwarf weren't so enchanted by the delicious smell of sweat and precum.

Jul, being a good host and caregiver, allowed Gjall several minutes of eager sucking and licking of his titanic balls, each the size of a grapefruit and full of hot bull cum. Soon, however, that load would be smeared all over the dwarfs face and chest as well as emptied into his eager throat.

Gjall whines as the tauren lines up his baseball-bat-sized cock towards his mouth. The flared tip offers no slow entry, he'll be choking on the full girth the entire time. Even with the unbelievably huge dick in his face, Gjall plans to swallow every inch.

A small trickle, almost a stream, of precum drains onto Gjalls beard as Jul guides his cock toward the cum-hungry dwarf's mouth. A strong salty and bitter flavor fills the dwarf's tastebuds as the flat tip quickly thrusts pasts his lips.

Gjall takes as much of the tauren as he can, but begins to gag as Jul hits the back of his throat. Jul starts to pull out and shove back in, slowly increasing the amount of cock each time.

"You may need to take more than one dose," Jul says, but Gjall is so focused on worshipping his dick that he barely registers the words.

The dwarf mumbles something in acknowledgment but never stops sucking.

Jul continues to thrust ever deeper until by a miracle most of him is inside the dwarf's eager gullet. Warmth and wetness combined with the tickling of the dwarf's beard on his balls urge the Tauren closer and closer to completion.

He accelerates his thrusts causing Gjall to choke and gag, the dwarf's own cock desperate to be freed from his trousers. Leaking and wet it seems as though the slutty dwarf is going to cum just from pleasuring Jul.

With a triumphant roar, Jul thrusts into Gjals mouth, sheathing his entire prodigious length in the dwarf's mouth before his first potent bolt of cum floods his stomach. Gjall greedily gulps down every drop of bull-cum, the first taste of which brings about his own orgasm.

The dwarf writhes and moans in the bed as he shoots his own comparatively small load through his trousers while swallowing the Tauren. Slowly Jul removes inches of his cock allowing Gjall his first real taste of tauren cum.

Thick and warm streams of jizz dribble from the dwarf's mouth into his brown beard and down his chin to his muscular, hairy, and slightly chubby chest. It soaks into his skin and chest hair, but he doesn't care. He just needs more.

Thankfully Jul has plenty left to offer and after removing his titanic shaft from the dwarf's mouth he fires off a few final blasts of sperm onto Gjalls face, painting it nearly totally white. Breathless Jul watches as the dwarf massages cum into his chest and drags fingerfuls of it to his mouth.

"That... That should aid your recovery... Dwarf." Jul says.

Gjal, still lost in a state of euphoria and sexual intoxication, just nods. His mouth is full of the Taurens virile flavor, and his nostrils overwhelmed by the scent of sweat and cum. He couldn't ask for anything better.

Once he becomes more lucid Gjal stretches, a smile plastered on his face. "So a couple o' days, huh?"

"Indeed."

"I've been uh, thinkin'... Maybe you're right." Gjal blushes, his face still stained with cum.

"About what, Gjal?"

"Maybe a week would be safe, you know, just in case."

Jul laughs heartily. "Yes, yes that would be good."

"And if you know any other Tauren who might be able to er, help, that might be good too."

"That can be arranged." Jul turns to the door. "Get your rest, Gjall. I'll be back with my... assistants in a couple of hours."

Gjall lays back on the bed, already feeling a bit better. Maybe this week wouldn't be so bad after all.