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Hototo in front, the two slowly crept to the edge of the water. All that could be heard was the dull thud of their hooves on the ground and the ambient buzzing of insects.

When Hototo arrived at the water's edge, he paused. Was he expected to wait for instructions? Or was he simply hesitant?

"You're not going in like that surely, boy?" The Chieftain said coyly.

Hototo closed his eyes and sighed. This tauren truly was a pervert.

"No, Chieftain."

With one easy motion he pulled the string that was suspending his loincloth and it fell effortlessly to the ground. He heard a grunt of satisfaction from behind him.

The Chieftain stood for a moment and perused this tauren's arse. The two cheeks below his tail stood firmly like two perfectly round mounds of grass. He was impressed. The arse was full and muscular and his black fur highlighted it's brilliant shape in the moonlight.

"Step in, boy."

Tentatively, he walked into the water. He immediately felt an immense relief from the heat as his hoof collided with the water and slipped beneath the surface. Slowly he submerged his lower body as the cooling water crept up his thighs rushing past his genitals and to his waist. Hototo felt an immense physical pleasure as the water gently caressed his lower body, covering it in a soothing coolness.

The Chieftain remained at the side of the water and before Hototo could continue to submerge he said:

"Drink, boy."

Hototo slowly bent down cupping the water with his hands. He took a small sip and immediately felt the water rush through his body - not just into his stomach - but through every fibre of his being. Something in this water was reinvigorating him - repairing him - the pain in his head from the dehydration immediately dissipated. For the first time all day he finally felt strong again.

"Good, isn't it?"

"Yes, Chieftain." he replied, perhaps with slightly too much gratitude than he would like to have shown.

The Chieftain now approached, seemingly satisfied with Hototo's recovery. He did not take off his harness or shorts as he had instructed Hototo to, but instead waded through the water directly to him.

"You'll need that strength, boy." he said, a grin creeping across his face.

The Chieftain's hands clasped Hototo's waist, taking him by surprise. So immensely large, the hands almost completely wrapped around him. His thumbs dug into his waist, resting just above his hip bone, his fingers outstretched and covering his buttocks. He gently rolled his thumbs and squeezed his arse under the water. Even held in such a position, Hototo felt unable to do anything of his own accord.

As he stood there, face to face with his captor, he could not help but feel a sense of comfort being held so tight. There was a sense of security in his captivity - should anyone else wish to harm Hototo he almost felt certain that The Chieftain would protect him. As this thought crossed his mind he attempted to dismiss it quickly. Why on Azeroth was he thinking this now? This tauren was his enemy. Was he beginning to enjoy his captivity?

"Now, you may take off my harness, boy."

Hototo raised his hands and began to unfasten the buckles holding the harness together. With each buckle he explored The Chieftain's body further, finding that the leather straps never sunk into his muscular flesh but stood proudly on top of it. This tauren's body was so incredibly taut it could have been chiseled from stone. Still, he could feel his blistering heat, and a steady methodical pulse emanating from his body. As he unclasped the final buckle he pulled the harness forwards and watched the leather slip off of his body. Hototo's eyes widened as the weight of the harness almost caused it to sink beneath the water. He kept it above the water cradled in his arms.

"Toss it deeper, we'll have fun retrieving it later."

As instructed, he hurled it deeper into the pool, and with a large "sploosh" it disappeared into obscurity.

The Chieftain did not issue a verbal command this time, instead he simply looked down to his shorts. The beast stirring inside slowly rising and growing spoke volumes.

Hototo folded his thumbs beneath the sides of the shorts, and with great force pulled them down. With some effort they eventually began to loosen and The Chieftain's semi-hard cock flopped out of them resting on the surface of the water. Even in this state it's length was colossal, veins rippling down the sides with a thick tuft of hair at its base. Hototo had never seen such a perfect piece of equipment in his life. From a technical level it was astonishing, so symmetrical and perfectly formed, not a mark or imperfection covering it. Hototo continued on struggling to get the shorts past his great bulging balls and with a more vigorous movement, began to tug at the shorts from the front. As he did this, he could feel the tan tauren slowly breathing on the back of his head. Hototo had found that in his enthusiasm to take these shorts off, he had bent himself over much farther than anticipated, and his head was now inches away from the tauren's cock.

Just as he managed to wrestle the shorts free he felt the immense surface of the tauren's hand on the back of his head. It was not forceful, it simply rested on the back of his head encouragingly as he continued to remove the shorts. The shorts were suspended by The Chieftain's knees, and floated aimlessly in the water. The tauren kept his hand on Hototo's head and raised his legs one at a time to dismiss the shorts and push them away. As he did this, his cock swung carelessly and gently collided with Hototo's face, giving him a strong scent of sweat and musk. The hand was released and Hototo raised his head to look at The Chieftain.

Their eyes were only able to meet for a moment, before Hototo found himself falling backwards into the water. He felt the sharp sting of the water slapping him as his back collided with the water and before he knew it The Chieftain had jumped himself on top of him pushing him down. Hototo was barely able to catch a breath as he sunk below the water The Chieftain's hands pinning his wrists to the bed of the pool.

Even below the water he could make out The Chieftain's malicious grin above.

Hototo's body shifted back and forth, but with his wrists pinned he was unable to move. Every time he moved his body he felt their cocks colliding, the friction stiffening Hototo's quickly. Before he knew it he was rock hard and his balls were aching for release. So distracted by the pleasure of their genitals colliding he lost track of how long he had been underwater. Was this another side effect of the oasis' healing property? Could he in fact breathe in this water? Not willing to take that chance and with lungs continuing to constrict he thrust his crotch upwards in one swift motion hoping to force The Chieftain off of him. Through sheer chance he felt his cock graze The Chieftain's cheeks and tentatively touch the inside of his arse. He felt the tightness of his hole and instinctively The Chieftain contracted his arse trapping Hototo's cock between his cheeks. Hototo opened his mouth in pleasure, any remaining air disappearing to the surface.

Hototo's lungs were strained and he was caught in an agonising mix of desperation and euphoria. His cock still constricted by The Chieftain's arse which was now moving up and down he felt ready to both pass out and cum. Just on the brink of losing consciousness he felt the thick hair of The Chieftain's chest push against his own, their bodies joining as one. The Chieftain's mouth wrapped around Hototo's and he could feel his lungs filling with air. Even after his breath was replenished The Chieftain remained underwater with him, his face barely apart from Hototo's. With his lungs restored Hototo became even more aware of his swollen cock throbbing with tension that desperately needed releasing. The Chieftain had released his cock and their two hulking members were rubbing against each other in a sensual frenzy.

Hototo was relieved to have air in his lungs again allowing him to focus solely on pleasure, but how was The Chieftain able to do this? He had given him all of the air in his lungs when they kissed - surely he must be desperate for air?

As he thought this The Chieftain opened his mouth and unleashed a mighty roar that even underwater Hototo could feel ripple through his body. The bubbles ferociously escaped his mouth and rushed to the surface, and Hototo felt both terrified and excited by the bestial energy that had erupted from him.

The Chieftain smiled wickedly.

'This tauren's lungs must be gargantuan.' Hototo thought. 'Either that or he wants to drown.'

Suddenly, The Chieftain released his hands from Hototo's wrists and instead placed them on his chest. He pressed them deep into Hototo's pecs, gently pushing the air out of him. With his arms now free, Hototo began to swing at The Chieftain's body attempting to pull his arms off of him. Was he really going to drown him?

Then, as soon as it began it ended and The Chieftain stood up abruptly. Hototo scrambled to get his head above water and gasped with relief as he sat upright. As he panted frantically trying to recover as much air as possible he was greeted by The Chieftain's immense manhood in his face.

"Not bad, boy. But I don't think you're quite clean yet."