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Love is in the Air

It was a beautiful day in Elwynn Forest, the warm sunshine beaming down onto the verdant woods below, a gentle breeze blowing through the trees, and thanks to the work of many a brave adventurer, crime here was at an all time low. Striding through the stunning landscape was Zixxle and Zohaar, hand-in-hand, and paying much more attention to each other than where they were actually going, a dreamy expression across both men's faces. It was still rather early in the pair's relationship, and the only thing each of them ever had on their mind was the other. What only served to fill both men with even more love though, was the current holiday being celebrated around Azeroth, known as 'Love is in the Air'. The holiday was one devoted to, well, love, and people of every race were expected to show their nearest and dearest just how much they cared for them. That was precisely what spurred Zixxle to suggest a romantic picnic as a date idea, an idea that Zohaar eagerly went along with.

Zohaar would soon manage to look ahead of them, quickly spotting a nice location and pointing over to a small clearing filled with an assortment of colourful flowers. Zixxle peered over, nodding firmly as the draenei pulled out a massive picnic blanket, setting it down in the centre of the clearing when they reached it.

"Gorgeous location, 'course not as gorgeous as a certain someone I know," the goblin smiled warmly up at Zohaar who blushed.

"You really are to sweet to me Zixxle, I'm hardly anything special."

"Heh, while I agree with ya on most things, Zozo, I've gotta say yer dead wrong there, yer like the single most stunnin' thing on this planet, and I -ain't- exaggeratin'' 'ere," he set down the large picnic basket he was holding, nodding to his lover firmly, who only blushed even more darkly at the mention of the goblin's new pet name for him.

"Well, thank you, you're very good-looking yourself, I never really saw goblins as things of beauty before I laid eyes on you," he smiled back, enjoying that it was now the shaman who was squirming at the compliment for a change.

"G-Geez...," was all he could manage in response, rubbing the back of his neck embarrassedly.

"And this was a wonderful idea of yours Zixxle, I've never really taken part in the 'Love is in the Air' festivities before, and to be doing something now, with someone that's so close to my heart, well, I must be the luckiest draenei in all of Azeroth and Outland combined," he gazed affectionately down to his boyfriend who only looked even more bashful.

"Eheheh, yeesh, ya really know 'ow t'make a goblin blush, still, it ain't like it was the most original idea though."

"Well, there's a reason things like this are cliché, because they're such perfect, intimate moments two people can spend with each other," he nodded firmly, before his gaze drifted over to the basket, his belly rumbling a little, "But perhaps it's time we begin the picnic, what did you prepare for us, my love?".

Zixxle was taken off-guard slightly at the choice of 'my love', still having to get used to the fact they were really, properly an item, even though he -did- know it, it was rather hard to explain.

"Ehm, well, I figured since it's a special occasion, I'd whip up somethin' I never 'ave before," he opened the basket and rummaged around inside for a moment, before pulling out an éclair. Not any 'normal' éclair though, this éclair was... well, to call it 'large' was an understatement. Somehow the shaman had managed to cook up an éclair that was about two-feet in length, and just as impressively-thick, "I call it, 'Zixxle's Jumbo-Sized Cream Log'," he proudly announced, holding it out to his lover.

As Zohaar gazed at it, his mouth would readily begin to water, and his eyes would glaze over slightly. The vindicator had a -major- sweet tooth, and so anything sugary was certain to excite him.

"By the Light, I've never laid eyes on an éclair of such size! It looks utterly-irresistible," he happily scooped up the massive log in both hands, eyeing over it for a moment, marvelling at the legendary feat of patisserie.

"Well I know ya have a real love o' stuff like that, 'sweets for my sweet', heheh," normally he'd kick himself for making such a cheesy remark, but he couldn't help himself around Zohaar, and often blurted out similarly-corny lines.

The knight would take the massive, thick and questionably-shaped dessert and raise it to his lips, intimidated for a moment by it's sheer size. He begins by licking over the end of it a few times, his expression brightening up again as he tastes the rich cream and sweet chocolate that decorated it. He then eagerly took the huge log into his mouth, having to stretch his lips quite widely around it's hefty thickness, cramming inch after inch of the heavenly sweet into his wanting mouth, more and more, a -very- surprising amount actually.

Zixxle watched wide-eyed as his lover practically deep-throated the dessert, not having realised when he'd made it just how... stimulating it would be to watch Zohaar consume it. He soon had to shift the way he was sitting to obscure the tent he was pitching in his sleeveless, burgundy robes, something that really -wasn't- helped when deep groans began to leak from the paladin's mouth.

Thankfully the much, much larger man would soon chomp down on the éclair, gulping it down, a look of pure bliss on his face, and he -still- had half of it to go!

"Oh this is divine, truly one of the most delicious things I've ever-. Hmm? Are you alright Zixxle?" he quirked a brow, the knight having noticed his partner's dark blush.

Zixxle though just nodded frantically, "Fine! Fine! Just... ehm... just a bit hungry, yeah!" And with that he dug through the basket for his own éclair, madly devouring it in an effort to distract himself from what had just happened. As he soon peered back though, he saw Zohaar enjoying the rest of the dessert, each large bite he took out of it resulting in a huge dollop of cream spurting out of it and splattering over the tops of his truly-mountainous breasts, a sight that would instantly conjure up scenes much lewder in the shaman's head.

By now the goblin's arousal was reaching critical levels, but now he had an excuse, he placed his eclair down and picked himself up, walking upto Zohaar who raised a brow at him.

"Hrrm? Smmthmmmn wnnnng Zzzzksssslllll?" he asked, mouth full of food.

Zixxle just gestured the knight's godly bust, the tops of his extraordinary peaks covered in massive globs of thick cream, the vindicator reddening as he noticed, and only blushing even deeper as the much smaller man moved his face in, trailing his tongue over those tremendous tits slowly, lapping up any cream he came across. The goblin would soon place his large hands on those giant globes as well, using them to steady himself as he leant over more, in order to reach all of that cream. Feeling the man's hot breath on his skin, and feeling his tongue trailing over his most sensitive areas, not to mention just how intimate the whole thing was, the titan was turned on immensely, his mammoth nipples instantly shaping up in his jerkin, and the goliath bulge in his pants beginning to stir.

The shaman would soon pull away, panting softly himself as he beamed up at Zohaar, whose embarrassed expression soon softened into a warm smile as well.

"There ya go, all clean, can't have your irresistible good-looks marred by a little cream," he chuckled softly.

The draenei surprised himself by laughing a little himself, "You have my thanks, I didn't even realise I'd been making a mess," rather than his usual blushing and timidness, he seemed completely at ease, even after what had just happened, out in the open at that, it hadn't left him feeling awkward in the slightest. It had just felt so nice, so... right, with the goblin. He inwardly thanked the Light for blessing him with his soulmate, watching as Zixxle returned to his seat opposite.

As the shaman turned back to face his lover though, he'd immediately notice those enormous, rock-hard nipples threatening to burst free from the vindicator's tunic, something Zohaar himself was all-too-aware of. Already the knight could feel the familiar bubbling in his chest as his already-substantial milk production kicked into overdrive, something that often happened whenever he was turned on. Again, normally such a thing would only serve to heighten his nerves, and he'd immediately seek an escape, but with Zixxle, any nerves he'd have would be quelled, the draenei simply wishing to enjoy his date.

"Ah, anyway, that 'cream log' was amazing, you really are a world-class chef," he beamed brightly at the shaman.

"Hah, I ain't -that- great, I just wanted to try an' make somethin' special, glad it wasn't -that- bad at least," he rubbed the back of his neck again.

"Nonsense, it was the tastiest thing I've ever eaten, ehm... and feel free to make them again if you want, only if it's not too much hassle of course!" the draenei didn't wish to sound rude, and would usually never go out of his way to ask for such things, but his obsession with sweets was too much -not- to ask for more delectable treats from his lovely.

"Gaha, sure thing, infact, how 'bout next time you visit the ship I whip you up a whole heap o' different stuff, cake, ice-cream, jelly, cookies, and o' course another 'jumbo cream log'," he smirked slightly as he saw the draenei's jaw drop at the mention of so many heavenly delicacies.

"Oh that would be asking too much of you," he said at first, though it wasn't long before he'd relent, "B-But if you're offering, of course!" he clapped his hands together excitedly.

Zixxle looked rather proud of himself, but would quickly fall into looking a little awkward again, "Eeh, just sorry for makin' such a messy dessert, I didn' think there'd be such a thing as -too much- cream, 'specially for you, heh."

"Oh there's -never- such a thing as too much cream!" the draenei insisted, with such conviction it threw Zixxle for a moment, "Besides, I had you to help clean me up," the draenei nodded firmly, his mighty nipples giving a slight throb in his shirt from the mere mention of the goblin's previous actions.

The shaman nodded, a slightly lewd grin on his lips as he glanced down at the draenei's glorious bosom, "Looks like I 'ad a pretty -big- effect on 'em though," indeed he had, watching as those rolling hills steadily swelled in size due to the milk building up within them, slowly covering more and more of the blanket.

The much larger male reddened more, "It's strange, they never usually grow so big so quickly, even when I've been -very-... ehm... flustered," he cleared his throat, "I would guess it stems from my powerful feelings for you... maybe," he gave a shy smile as the goblin.

Zixxle was already making his way back toward him, well, he didn't actually need to move much, just letting those considerable hills make their way to him, enjoying the sight of them fill more and more with the draenei's dairy, pushing out further toward him, until that cavernous cleavage threatened to swallow him up, "I guess since it -was- kinda my fault, I should -probably- be the one to 'sort ya out'," he wriggled his eyebrow up at Zohaar, certainly willing to 'take one for the team'.

The knight scoffed, not buying the act in the slightest, knowing the goblin well enough that despite him being much kinder and much more gentlemanly than his crewmates, he was -just- as eager when it came to 'sorting him out'. He peered around for a moment, "Is it wise for you to... ahem... out here, in the open?".

"O' course! I mean we're pretty outta the way anyhow, an' if anyone -does- come, well, we can just say we're... uhh... rehearsin' a play! Yeah!" the goblin nodded firmly, soon reaching up to stroke at as much of the vindicator's exposed cleavage as he could.

Zohaar wasn't so sure, but when he felt his lover's touch on his skin, his anxieties was once again melt away. In fact, as he felt the pangs of pleasure spread across his immense chest, that fear of getting caught 'in the act' soon transformed into an excitement, an excitement to have men come across him in the throes of ecstasy, brought on solely by the actions of that much, -much- smaller goblin.

"Now, let's get those big boys outta there, hmm?" Zixxle eyed over the buttons keeping that tunic closed, and happily began fiddling with them. Each one that came undone would be accompanied by a relieved groan from Zohaar, and more acres of those pale-blue mounds being uncovered. Soon only one remained, strained with such pressure that it quickly pinged off on it's own, those supersized mountains bursting free.

"By Gallywix's gut!" the shaman exclaimed. Without the pressure of the shirt containing them, those breasts rapidly filled out even more in size, Zixxle having to hop back so as to not get clobbered.

As he gazed back at them, well, the sight was truly breath-taking. Two simply-immense melons that stood -far- taller than the goblin, and reached so, so wide. Approaching one of the draenei's massive nipples, he found it rivalled the size of his entire body, a fact that only turned the goblin on even more. Zohaar's size was always something that excited him, so even -more- size was only a good thing. Without wasting another second, he dived right in, wrapping his arms and legs around that huge nipple and humping it wildly, grinding his entire being against that hard, throbbing nub, desperate to bring pleasure to the draenei, who murred deeply in response. The goblin groped, squeezed and kneaded that rapidly-pulsating teat, which seemed to steadily inflate more with every throb, struggling to hold back the ocean of milk building up behind it.

The knight's groans of ecstasy carried far across the forest, something he truly didn't care about at his point, his mind solely focused on the pleasure arching through his body. It always did amaze him how someone so small could make him feel -so- good, and soon he just -had- to join in, reaching around and grabbing his other nipple, tugging on it a few times before practically jerking it off, every throb it made causing a wave of excitement to vibrate through his bosom. Zixxle, still humping madly, had leant in and begun making out with that giant nub as if his life depended on it, smacking his lips against it and lashing at it with his tongue. His huge ears soon picked up, the sound of hundreds of gallons of liquid surging, signalling an impending release, as if the vindicator's bellowing moans weren't enough of a clue. Zohaar was panting frantically between moans, faster and faster as he felt the buildup, knowing what was coming. It was so close now, the floodgates just about to breach, any moment... now...!

"NNNNNNGGGGGHHH!!!"

The draenei threw his head back as he roared out, both huge teats releasing twin-jets of his heavenly-milk, like two geysers blasting forth, firing off deeply into the woods, battering trees, bushes, and likely one of two adventurers as well, much of the blast-zone devolving into a bog in no time at all. Zixxle leant in and sampled some of the creamy nectar, before just happily watching those torrents fill the forest with Zohaar's milk, the goblin still man-handling those nipples all the while, intent on draining as much milk as possible from those mountains.

At such an extreme velocity though, even those immense jugs would begin to run dry before -too- long, and Elwynn would soon be spared the onslaught as those geysers weakened, before coming to a stop. The knight just panted heavily, slumping down on his back as he gazed in near-disbelief at his monstrous mounds, and how much pleasure the goblin had given them.

"Mmmh, thank you for that Zixxle, you... you really are a master at handling them," he looked over for the shaman, seeing him soon on the summit of one of his behemoth breasts, beaming down at him.

"Hah, anytime! Just wanna make you as 'appy as possible," the shaman blew his lover a kiss from his vantage point, before giving a sly wink.

Looking even more bashful, Zohaar soon piped up again, "If it's... not too much trouble, I uhh... have something else you could take care of," without him needing to even explain himself further though, the goblin turned on his heel, his jaw dropping, the tiny man needing to crane his neck up as he leered at the simply monolithic trunk of draenei meat reaching high into the air, throbbing madly and gushing with a tremendous amount of precum. Drooling profusely, the goblin would hop down to his partner's side, running over and patting his face a couple times.

"Leave it to me!"