Soulbound
Some short WoW fanfiction
~The troll hunter stormed into his room, whipping off his armor and clothing piece by piece until he was left in his leather leggings.
"Fuckin' night elves. Who da fuck decided it was a good idea ta put an outpost on da edge of their fuckin' forrast." The troll raved, tossing his arms violently. Although the troll ranted to no one in particular, he over looked the tauren shaman who was sitting on the cozy inn bed and enjoying a book moments before he walked in.
"Almaghaste? What happened to you?" Asked the tauren, closing his book and noticing the odd red color on the troll's violet fur. "You are bleeding."
"Ya, I know! Damn elves ambushed me while I was tryin' to gatha some herbs!" Ghaste shouted.
"Okay, okay. Come here and let me at least stop you from bleeding on the floor." The tauren made a spot on the bed for his companion to sit. Ghaste sat with an unnecessarily loud grunt, his hands clasped over his knees as he sat cross legged before the tauren. The strong tauren's hands waved in the air delicately, glowing with a comforting blue aura before he placed them onto the troll's shoulders. Ghaste instantly relaxed in his cohort's grip, the healing energy coursing though his nerve endings, causing his entire body tingle with soothing warmth.
"There, how does that feel?" Asked the tauren, examining the sealed wounds that appeared to be from a few dozen arrows.
"Ah, much bettah. Thank ya, Otoah." Said Ghaste with a small nod, his pointed ears turning darker shade indigo then the rest of skin as he discovered that he enjoyed the tauren's healing more then usual.
"Did you at least get the herbs you needed?"
"Bah, no. Damn elves mobbed me as soon as I found what I needed." Grunted the troll angrily, snatching off the band that kept his black dread locks out of the way and for the moment, ignoring the stirring in his pants.
"Well if you want, I can go back with you tomorrow to help out." Otoah said with a gentle smile.
"Ya, but why tomorra?" The troll tilted his head to the side with a quizzical look on his face.
With out explaination, the tauren reached out and placed a brawny hand square on the troll's hardening member.
"Because I am taking care of this today." Otoah's gentle smile was now much wider as he fondled the stiff shaft that just lay underneath the covering of leather. Ghaste instantly let out a hushed grunt, watching the thick brown fingers expertly undo the fastening to his pants.
"Not wastin' anytime I see." Whispered the troll.
"Shh, I could tell the second you walked in that you were hoping for this, the elves just happened to be a convenient mistake. Troll arousal isn't exactly the most subtle of scents." Otoah said, watching as the length of dark violet troll cock flopped out of his mate's pants.
Ghaste hated to brag about something as trivial as the size of his penis, so his tauren lover gladly did it for him. To other trolls, Ghaste was fairly gifted at ten inches, but to Otoah he was the prefect length to service. The much bigger male leaned down with a grin, opening his muzzle wider then he really needed to and engulfed the troll's cock all the way to the base. Ghaste tossed his head back and swore under his breath, the tauren in his lap wasting no time sucking hard on the rigid rod of musky flesh in his mouth.
"Oooh...Fuck..." Ghaste muttered and his body went slack from the intense pleasure, grasping one of the tauren's horns for support and to act as a handle. Otoah only smiled more around the shaft sliding slowly between his lips, it felt good and in a sense natural to have his muzzle pressed against the troll's most intimate spots.
"Ah, Otoah, wait..." growled the troll, trying to pull the big horny bull of off him.
"Why?" Otoah whispered, dipping back down to lick the underside of the member that was reluctantly freed from his mouth.
"AaahAH! 'Cause I'm still covaed in blood."
The tauren looked up at his mate, dried blood clung to his thin coat of fur, making it bristle messily. Otoah snorted and pushed himself back up, the crotch of his own pants bulging quite badly.
"Okay." The tauren sighed, and looked away, his cheeks stained red under his lightly colored fur.
"But...I think I'll need some help, ya know, seein' as I'm so injad."
The bull smiled excitedly before scooping the mostly naked troll up in his thick arms and carrying his partner to the bathroom. Ghaste was caught off guard when he was set down on the sink counter and was striped of his pants rather swiftly, his member still painfully erect.
"le's make dis quick, love." Grunted Almaghaste, a bead of pre forming at the thick head of his member in anticipation. The big, brown bull nodded, running hot water in the sink and taking a damp cloth to his troll's torso. Ghaste hissed gently as he felt the heavy hands of the male massage the spots where his blood and sweat has caked on to his skin, the warm runnels of water carrying the mess away.
"Does that feel okay?" Asked Otoah, his voice hushed as if he didn't want others to hear his kindness. Wordlessly, the troll took the tauren by his braided facial hair and pulled him into a kiss.
The act of kissing was always a little awkward for the both of them, but it seemed to work out fairly well. The tauren pushed his muzzle between the troll's long, curved tusks, pressing their lips together. Formless sounds of lust and desire spilled from between Ghaste's lips when he felt the long tongue of his lover work it's way inside his mouth, filling him with the mild but strong taste of tauren. Otoah smiled inwardly as he finished cleaning the troll up, his lover still rock hard and throbbing with need, a need he just couldn't ignore any longer.
Ghaste gasped sharply, breaking the kiss when he felt the furred tauren hand wrap around his shaft, squeezing it delicately. The troll made a valiant effort to try and speak, but the thick fingers massaging his shaft made his higher brain functions cease for the moment, leaving only his immense love of the bull before him and the near uncontrollable desire to make love to said bull.
Ghaste managed to work himself off the sink counter, even with Otoah's hand still around his trollhood and lead the male out of the bathroom, the tauren thankfully releasing him before he tried to walk. The troll smiled darkly as he used all of his strength to toss the bigger male on to the bed, noticing the huge bulge under them shaman's pants. Like a child, unwrapping his gifts for Winter's Veil, Ghaste joyfully unfastened Otoah's badly tented leggings, releasing the beast they hid.
Tauren's males being the biggest being of both factions, were unsurprisingly better hung the most men. Ghaste marveled at the intimidating shaft that stood rock hard before him with a distinct hunger in his eyes.
"Ya, I could take dat." Said the troll, his chest tossed out and a wide grin on his face as he dropped to his knees, wrapping his battle hardened hand around the fuzzy base of Otoah's member. The bull bellowed lowly and bucked his hips in response, gripping the sheets of the bed in an effort to brace himself for what he knew was coming.
"But I ain't gonna. Not yet anywehy" Ghaste said before leaning in and tracing his tongue over a few of the thin veins that's were spread underneath the surface of the darkly colored flesh, minding his long tusks of course. Otoah emitted more desperate mating sounds as the sensations built up, his eyes screwed shut while his hooves scraped against the wooden floor, trying to find some purchase. Watching the big bull in a bit of a panic made the troll chuckle as he tucked the thick head of the shaman's shaft into mouth, his lover had always had a bit of a hair trigger when it came to getting serviced.
"Oooh, Almaghaste..." The tauren grunted feebly when he felt his climax approaching like wave. Ghaste smiled and tightened his lips around Otoah's member, his hands busy sliding up and down the rest of it with a slow twisting motion. The combined pleasure of the warm hands massaging his shaft while the head was engulfed in an even warmer mouth, being coaxed closer to climax with a skilled tongue was too much for the bigger male. With a near deafening bellow, the tauren came violently. Ghaste knew better then to attempt to swallow the torrents of bull seed as his love orgasmed, rather, he let it flood the at the back of his mouth then allowed some to trickle down his throat, the majority of it painting the troll's tusks, chin and chest in thick white. Otoah, more virile then he appeared, grunted and moaned as he continued shooting for several minutes until the heavy brown balls that housed his manly fluids were finally empty, leaving him taxed but happy.
"I tink' I'm gonna need a bath afta' that little' display, love." Chuckled the troll. Otoah looked down to see that the once violet skinned and raven haired troll's upper body was now all but covered in a layer of white bull cum, his bull cum.
"Oh, I'm so-." Otoah was interrupted with a dismissive wave of Ghaste's three fingered hand.
"Hush, ya got no reason to be sorry. I can't say I don't tink' its kinda hot." There was a proud smile on the troll's face as he wiped some cum away from his eyes. "Now, I really tink' I should get a bath before ya stuff dries on me."
Casually, Ghaste got up from his seat before the naked tauren and taped his messy chin as he looked down at his lover.
"Ya know, I bet dis I how they make tings' soulbound to ya."
Otoah couldn't help but laugh a bit as he sat up and carried the troll back into the bathroom to get cleaned up, and maybe to get dirty again.~