A dark predicament
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This story is about Nemon the Tauren hunter being sexually assaulted and forced to ejaculate by a warlock and his Eredar incubus demon.This story contains: World of Warcraft theme, gay, incubus, magic, rape, force, oral, anal, sperm, voyeur
A dark predicament.
It is dark, the scent of perfume in the air as Nemon tries to open his eyes. The Tauren lies in an uncomfortably soft bed, his heavy form lowering the surface of the sheets and mountain of cushions towards the floor. He reaches up to feel if there's a blindfold before his eyes but finds himself unable to move his arm very far, the clinking sound of chains audible as he tries. Nemon snorts as he pulls the chain a little bit harder in an attempt to break free but the only thing he derives from this action is a heavy clunking sound that echoes forth through an apparently very tall room. There is no breeze in the air, only the heavily perfume which penetrates the Tauren hunter's nostrils and masks any other scent possibly present in the room. Nemon gets agitated and starts shouting:"Poisoning be the tool of a weak foe. Show yourself and face me head on, coward!"
Breathing nearby, though whomever lurks out there isn't moving after Nemon's outburst. Instead, the metallic sound of a heavy door being opened and closed again echoes from the far distance, footsteps closing in as finally a little bit of light illuminates the room gradually. The person stepping towards the chained down Tauren seems to possess magical powers, every chandelier and candle he or she walks by automatically lights itself and spreads a rather cool blue glow. Nemon turns his head to the side and nudges a cushion away from his sight with his chin, trying to get a clearer view of whomever's approaching:"Release me and face me in a honorable fight, coward!"The chains around the Tauren's wrists seem to tighten briefly as if commanded by the mysterious stranger.
Finally the footsteps stop and the hunter can get a good look of his assailant. It appears to be a male Troll, covered in a robe of purple cloth decorated with skulls and bones, the only indication of its race for now being the long tusks sticking out from under the cowl on its head. The red glowing eyes underneath stare straight at the Tauren's chained form and suddenly Nemon becomes painfully aware that he's bare except for his loincloth. He tries not to show his bruised masculinity but instead repeats his challenge once more:"Unchain me and face me in honorable combat, warlock. As far as your kind knows what honorable combat is, letting demons do your dirty work whilst you stay at a distance."This evokes a chuckle from the Troll as he fumbles underneath his dress and retrieves a little metallic ring with a set of keys on it:"Dat be big words fo' someone bein' a huntah. You's be havin' da same technique we wa'locks have, jus' nuttin' magical except fo' you's arcane shot. An' let's not be forgettin' you's poisonous viper arrows."
The Troll dangles the keys in front of Nemon's face and the Tauren reaches up for them when they're pulled away again:"Not so fast, huntah. I's not be done wid you."Quickly the set of keys vanishes again under the purple garments of the Troll's outfit and then the warlock snaps his fingers together. A shadow in the blue candle light moves for the first time and darkness engulfs Nemon's almost naked form on the very soft bed. Husky whispers and small touches make the Tauren shiver, the darkness collecting itself and taking on a more solid form, that of what seems to be a blood red Draenei. Or Eredar for the more advanced scholars to call them. It's a very handsome and slightly feminine male, glowing orange and yellow markings decorating its body all over and his manhood only hidden by a very skimpy piece of clothing. The demon strokes the Tauren's cheek with the back of its hand with its perfectly manicured claws, hissing huskily as his brightly glowing yellow eyes gaze deeply into Nemon's, looking into the hunter's soul or lack thereof.
Coughing as if to pull attention to himself again, the warlock summons a floating tome inscribed with red and purple glyphs, leafing through it in search of a certain page:"Huntah, meet mah incubus Zalazane, named aftah da great voodoo shaman dat once ruled the Echo Isles."The Eredar winks at Nemon as if they were meeting each other in very friendly circumstances, the hand of the red Draenei demon tracing up and down the Tauren's chest:"The pleasure is completely mine... all mine."Nemon considers a nervous laugh but decides the situation is too dire to be humorous, maintaining a straight face as the demon fondles his upper body. The warlock has grown silent as he reads over a certain passage in the tome before him, making sure he hasn't skipped any important details of the ritual ahead of him. The demon Zalazane keeps teasing the chained up male beneath him as he coos and moans into Nemon's ear, whispering things that the hunter had never deemed possible to be uttered, both in the positive and the negative way.
The warlock concludes his reading and snaps his fingers to draw the attention of his prisoner and his demon back to him:"It be seemin' you's be a very special specimen of you's kind, Nemon. Aye, I's be knowin' you's name. You's be quite known in the circles of mah craft, the ways of da shadow."Nemon figures he better pays attention to what the stranger says if he wants to survive this ordeal, but the demon fumbling away at his body doesn't really help his concentration. The Troll continues his explanation:"You's be one of da first races raised undah circumstances similar to da Death Knight, yet you's seem tah have different properties and abilities still. Dis way before Arthas made his move to overthrow Azeroth into da darkness of da Scourge. I's be very interested tah find out what exactly keeps you's livin'."With a few small steps, the Troll warlock leans his head over Nemon's on the bed, the glowing red eyes staring at Nemon mercilessly:"My minions have been followin' you's for quite some time, Nemon. And the state of you's darkness be even more interestin' when you's be... intimately involved wid someone... you's be knowin' what I's be talkin' about, don't you's?"
Nemon grunts, snorting his nostrils as he tries to lunge his arm forward to grab this sorry excuse for an opponent by the throat and crush him like the bug he is. Unfortunately the Troll seems much more agile and flexible than the hunter expected, easily dodging the attack and stepping out of reach as Nemon is pinned down brutally by the Eredar besides him, "Hehe, don't be likah dat, Nemon. If you's let Zalazane do as he be instructed, you's might be findin' dis to be... quite enjoyable."The warlock nods towards his demon and then moves back in front of the floating tome, the Eredar grinning down at his Tauren captive with a more than evil smile on his mouth, his lips reaching from ear to ear in an anatomically impossible way.
Shredding sounds echo through the room as Zalazane rips off Nemon's loincloth and discards the torn fabric next to the bed, jumping up to straddle the Tauren as the magical chains tighten the hunter closer to the bed. Nemon is effectively pinned down with arms and legs spread now, naked and vulnerable as the red demon sitting on top of his lower stomach reaches back and teases his manhood with very light strokes. The Troll stands a couple of feet away, starting to chant in his demonic language as this seems to empower Zalazane in some way, the markings on the demon's body glowing like magma under the crust of a volcano. The bone structure that is the Eredar's forehead seems to grow and divide into two long beautiful ebony horns, shining black in the light of the many candles. The colour of the candlelight changes from a soft cold blue to a hellish orange, the demon drawing power from the specially crafted burning wax as well as the incantations the warlock is reciting.
Fire burns behind the Eredar's eyes, his red body making cracking sounds as he seems to burn hotter and hotter until the surface of his skin is black with the markings and cracks burning like magma. He reaches his head down to Nemon's face and seems to smile mischievously:"Don't you worry, I won't hurt you... more than I need to."His orange tongue escapes his mouth and laps around Nemon's cheeks and eyes, stroking over his nose and then his muzzle, slipping right in between the hunter's lips and scorching the flesh lightly. Nemon grunts out, he doesn't feel pain but if he were a mere regular Tauren he's sure he would've been screaming by now. The Eredar reaches back and with deceiving gentleness takes hold of Nemon's manhood, heating it up and stroking it as it grows firmer:"Even that which only the magic of love can protect and serve, will obey the touch of an incubus or succubus, for they are servants of love and lust."Zalazane seems to derive intense satisfaction out of Nemon's squirms and struggle to try and resist getting hard, though it's a fight the Tauren can't win.
Pulsing with unholy magic, Nemon's erection stands tall and firm in Zalazane's hand, the Eredar moving off of Nemon's stomach and into a soixant-neuf position instead:"I love to get Tauren meat, they're the only race adequate to satisfy the size requirements of my kind."The flaming orange tongue slithers out from its hiding place and along Nemon's shaft, coating it with warm soothing saliva which makes the hunter's cock tingle with pleasure. Every touch of this lust demon is pure forbidden bliss, many faithful to their religion like the Light and the Earthmother have shamefully succumbed to the Eredar's expert skills. Nemon tries to yank his chains but to no avail, Zalazane only seems to be turned on more by the Tauren's struggles and enjoys his erect treat as he slips the tip of Nemon's cock into his mouth for an experimental suckle.
A small squirt of pre-cum is fired straight onto the male demon's tongue and he eagerly gobbles it up, the Eredar's heat increasing slightly with every drop of semen he swallows. With every downward swallow of Zalazane's mouth, Nemon finds his erect penis engulfed with a slick hotness the likes of which he has never encountered before, the sensitive glans of his cock screaming out in bittersweet pleasure. The Tauren hunter can feel his balls churn and draw up in an imminent release as suddenly the Eredar releases his cock and sits back for a second, grinning at the almost disappointed looking Nemon:"Hehe, sorry to be such a tease, my sweet. My master needs to complete certain stages of an enchantment before we can proceed with the different stages of our fun."The red Draenei leans forward to massage Nemon's big black ball sack, shiny hefty orbs of pure masculinity and apparently full of life but not so much so. Zalazane strokes the short tendrils near his chin as he contemplates his next strategic move upon the defenseless Tauren.
Nemon just grunts out in slight protest, not liking to be unable to defend himself but turned on as well by it, a dilemma he didn't have to face before today. The Troll warlock has been inciting remorselessly without any regard to the sexual acts performed in front of him as he focuses on his magical task. He forms symbols in the air with a dried frog's leg, mumbling without many pauses. A snap of his fingers is apparently the sign Zalazane has been waiting for as the Eredar throws himself back on Nemon's throbbing cock, licking and suckling it frantically from all angles which makes the Tauren squirm like a whiny little bitch. It's not part of the required ritual, but the demon crouches down above Nemon's face and presses his clean anus against his victim's mouth as he raises his tail:"Would you mind? You're not the only one wanting to be pleasured here!"
Tentatively, Nemon figures he best plays along and his tongue flicks out to lap over the demon's ass hole, the heat radiating from it is far above any natural body temperature. The taste however is what surprises him the most, this fiery Eredar demon has a tail hole tasting of fruit, specifically strawberries. A tear wells up in the Tauren's eye, the strange yet familiar flavor brutally wakens flashbacks and memories within Nemon's void of a mind and heart. The Troll stops his citing for just the briefest moment, smirking underneath his cowl as he snaps a little bone in two before continuing. Zalazane has noticed his captive has stopped his oral pleasuring of the demon's anus, not so softly biting in the tip of the Tauren and waking him up from his trance. Nemon's tongue curls out once more and laps at the lovely tight tail hole, the Eredar's thick smooth tail swaying from side to side lazily in renewed pleasure. The demon's orange tongue laps all over Nemon's glans and inside the tip of his penis, massaging the big black heavy sack attached to the hunter's big cock:"That's it sweetie, lick my ass. I want you inside of me!"
The demon is instructed to get Nemon ready for intercourse, which the Eredar eagerly complies to. The incubus increases his efforts as his hands massage the thick long shaft of the large Tauren, tongue and teeth nibbling and licking the big sack underneath as the testicles churn in their pouch. Then, Zalazane wets his index finger with his spit and gently inserts it into Nemon's tail hole, wiggling it around and rubbing the large male's prostate. The hunter squirms against his bonds, tightly held against the soft bed with the love demon on top of him and stimulating his body in so many ways. In one way the power of love has saved him from certain doom in the past, but it looks like the same powerful magic is now used against him, he's not sure what the warlock's intentions are though.
Zalazane gives Nemon's big black cock one last good slurp before sitting upright and repositioning himself, the Troll uttering a simple sentence in between his chants:"Get him to ejaculate."The incubus grins into the large male's face, reaching back as he hunches down over Nemon's groin, grabbing the steel hard wet pole of manliness and rubbing it all over and into his tail hole:"Don't worry sweetie, I'll make this as pleasurable as possible to you," and with those words his face suddenly shifts shape. Nemon is horrified when he sees the face the demon is mimicking. Tauren as well, lighter fur than his own and eyes sweet and wise, memories and old wounds are jerked right open in the hunter's soulless husk:"No! Anyone but him! I'll do anything you want, but make that face go away!"The demon tilts his head slightly to the side, the smile on his fake face never fading as he presses his anus down onto Nemon's cock with force, the hard shaft sinking into Zalazane in one smooth slippery move. The hunter's big black balls touch the red buttocks of the Eredar as he doesn't comply to the Tauren's demands.
Roaring fiercely with rage, Nemon starts tugging and jerking his body in an attempt to toss off his sexual assailant and to break free, dark instincts awaken inside of him when he sees the demon won't quit showing him the face that torments him so. It needs to go, he can't look at it, it's tearing him apart. With a single well aimed move of his head, Nemon forces his left horn swiftly through the air and directly into Zalazane's face. The red Eredar demon howls out, falling off Nemon and the bed onto the ground which startles the Troll warlock greatly. Snorting and roaring in rage but unable to break the magical bonds, Nemon trashes onto the bed as his claws rip every inch of cushion, sheet and mattress he can reach. "You imbecile! I be needin' his sperm, no' his blood lust! Get on dere and finish da job, wipe dat fuckin' face off!" hisses the Troll angrily and magical chains shoot out of his sleeves to force the Eredar back onto Nemon's furious form.
Ashamed that the Tauren didn't fall for his obvious incubus tactic to mimic the looks of a missed loved one, Zalazane is released by the chains and given a fortunate second chance. A deep bleeding gash in his cheek from Nemon's horn attack is the reminder that the Tauren isn't just any weak minded mortal, the incubus tries to calm the berserking prisoner down:"Sorry about that sweetie, I got carried away. I won't hurt you anymore, just pleasure you now. Okay?"The red demon sits onto Nemon's lap again, slipping the throbbing huge erection deeply into his tight ass once more and calming the Tauren down some. The sensation of the Eredar's insides feel as hot as magma around Nemon's cock, yet it doesn't damage him. Still hunched down on both his hoofed feet, Zalazane starts to ride up and down the entire length of the black cock inside of him, just until only the tip is still inside of him before sinking down once more until the big hefty black ball sack touches his buttocks again. He takes it slow, letting the hunter calm down properly and getting him lost in lust before speeding up a little bit, Zalazane has always loved big Tauren cocks up his bum. It feeds and sates him in a way no other cock can, well, not any cock his masters are usually after. As a love demon, he's required to seduce targets for tactical advantages, this time however he's required to successfully collect the prisoner's semen, for whatever reason that may be.
A soft moan escapes Nemon's mouth, indicating Zalazane is once again working into the correct direction, he can't afford to anger his master again or he'll regret it severely. The Eredar brings his face closer to Nemon's once again, not trying any shapeshifting tricks this time but unfurling his long curly orange tongue as he drags it all over the Tauren's face. The touch makes Nemon's skin tingle, a sensation he can only feel when in love, revitalizing memories of touches and caresses. With a soothing shush, Zalazane closes the hunter's eyes and licks around his cheeks, nose and ears, trying to overwhelm his captive with pleasure:"Bet you like it when I pinch my butt around your cock just when the tip is almost out, no?"Nemon just grunts, keeping his eyes closed as the Eredar drags his facial tendrils over Nemon's mouth, hoping the Tauren would accept his sexual advances for some pleasure himself. Fortunately for the incubus, Nemon seems a bit more cooperative and unearthly pleasure hits him as the Tauren starts nibbling and suckling on the short red tendrils from his chin:"Oh yes, that's it. Good boy."
The warlock grows slightly impatient, the end of his ritual approaches and one snap of his fingers wakes Zalazane from his lustful trance, alerting him to finish it as quickly as possible. The incubus' anal muscles are working full speed now, pinching and contracting as they milk the long shaft that impales him and fills him so, feeling the balls attached to it churning and pulling up signaling the impending release. The demon scratches his horns against Nemon's and gets an idea. He continues to pump himself up and down the strong male's rigid penis and suddenly grabs both of the Tauren's long horns firmly, tugging his head up as far possible and whispering husked dirty talk.
This pushes the poor tormented Nemon over the edge and he roars out, his muscles and body tensing up like steel and lifting his butt and the demon on top of his cock into the air as far as the magical bonds allow. A powerful stream of seed jets up from his cock slit and up into Zalazane's ass, the incubus gasping out as he feels the sperm arrive and splatter against his insides with force. It has been centuries since the demon has been filled up like this, the semen so excessive that they spill out around his anal ring and into Nemon's lap, coating the base of his still rock hard cock inside the demon and all over his black shiny balls. The warlock yells out his last incantations and suddenly the incubus on Nemon's gasping form doubles over and rolls over next to the Tauren in a painful expression, holding his tummy:"Aaargh!"
It suddenly becomes crystal clear why his masters wanted the seed of this particular Tauren, the seed inside of him cold as ice and hurting his flaming insides because it won't melt away. The Eredar begs his master for relief and turns his ass towards the Troll, whom approaches and holds a magical vial near the anal ring. With help of dark magic, the fluid but ice cold sperm is forced out of the crying Zalazane and into the enchanted crystal container. Even though the vial is little, the amount of seed poured into it doesn't make it spill over. After that is done, the Eredar incubus takes a couple of breaths, burdened but relieved at the same time. The warlock retreats and with the snap of his fingers, Zalazane is engulfed in shadowy clouds and summoned back to the realm of shadows. The Troll packs up his gear and doesn't once look at the Tauren chained to the bed, not deeming him worthy of one last glance as he departs.
Nemon wakes up in the same bed seemingly days after what has happened, the magical chains gone but the marks of his dried up seed and the clawed open sheets and mattress testament that what he experienced really happened. He gathers himself, walking out of the room completely naked and finding himself in a Silvermoon City inn. The innkeeper gives him a package which seems to contain his clothes and other belongings, the other guests looking at the large naked Tauren with bulging eyes. Nemon doesn't know who or what did this to him, and frankly he doesn't care. He just dresses up and leaves, intending to disappear from the face of Azeroth once more like he has done many times before. This world is not worthy of him, still.