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If there was one downside to living with a sorcerer, it was that supplies for their spells could be particularly difficult to come by. Thomas learned that the hard way when Veigar asked him to retrieve what he called 'basic ingredients' for some of his rituals. While they were painless for the wizard to get, he certainly didn't have a clue where he was meant to locate some of these things, only given nebulous areas for their whereabouts.

Not wanting to come back empty-handed meant that he had no choice but to spend some time out in the world trying to gather everything, much to his chagrin. It took him ages to locate some of the items, but at the very least they didn't require being fresh in order to be useful, so he could simply shove them in the sack that he was given by the other yordle.

Of course, being out that long brought about other difficulties that he didn't expect, namely what he was supposed to eat. Any rations that he'd carried with him were devoured in the first week that he'd been out in the world, meaning that he had to figure out other ways to keep his hunger sated. That was important given that he had a lot of yordle bulk to sustain.

Being alone made him groan, wishing that he was back in the sorcerer's lair. While he had all this time to himself, he hadn't gone and pleasured his shaft very much, far preferring the way that the black-furred yordle handled it. It had him far more pent-up than he'd been in a while and he longed for the touch of another. There might be some truth to yordles needing the company of each other to function properly.

His trek through the untamed wilderness brought him through a forest, finally on his way back after fetching the last of the requested components. He sighed as he strolled through the imposing treeline, each of the trees magnitudes larger than he was in spite of him being among the largest of his kind. Even back as a human these would've towered over him.

All sorts of wildlife made their home in the woods, from the forest floor to the canopy of leaves above, all going about their day completely unaware of the yordle behemoth trudging through. That was the case up until he noticed what looked like a camp set up by someone - the first sign of sentient life that he'd seen in a while now. His heartbeat sped up in excitement.

What's more is that the other person appeared to be of similar stature to him, at least in height - he'd be hard-pressed to find someone else with his proportions - but that immediately indicated that he'd stumbled across another yordle!

He wandered up to the other man, who only just recognized his presence with a startled gasp. "Oh shit, I wasn't expecting anyone else out here!"

"Neither was I, to be honest," Thomas felt the corners of his lips curl into a smile. "Name's Thomas."

"Teemo, and am I glad to see you!" Teemo responded. His expression turned astonished when he regarded his fellow yordle, admiring the way that the other man's cream fur covered that delicious physique. The way that each muscle seemed to rub against another one in movement tickled him in a way that he'd never felt before. "Shit, are you even fully yordle? You look like you've got some minotaur in you!"

"And what are you, half-tanuki?" Thomas shot back, not even missing a beat. He directed his gaze to the other yordle's nether region, pointing out the impressive, hand-filling cock that lay flaccid on his lap.

That got Teemo laughing. "Touché." With a grin stretched across his face, he pushed himself to his feet, his fat meatlog hanging limply against his leg. "What brings you all this way? I specifically chose this place to be as far away from other people as I could be."

"Errands," Thomas sighed, his boulder shoulders slumping forward as he recalled the exhaustive search he'd been on. "Lots of errands," he eyed up the smaller yordle, wondering what his deal was. "But why are you out here all alone to begin with? I thought yordles needed companionship."

"It's my job," Teemo shrugged. "I'm a scout, so I need solitude in order to work."

Thomas became intrigued when he heard that. What kind of threats existed for a race as mischievous and hard to pin down as yordles? If they did have some kind of a predator, he wanted to know about it. "What are you scouting, if I may ask?"

"That information is classified, I'm afraid," Teemo said, his eyes squarely locked on this mysterious figure, wondering why one of his kind looked this way. He couldn't say that he hated it, however. "What are you supposed to be - some kind of yordle porn star?"

Hearing that got Thomas chuckling from the thought, though with how his relationship with Veigar has been going it seemed pretty accurate all things considered. "Honestly, that doesn't feel far from the truth."

"Well, then I feel blessed that someone as handsome as you stumbled across me. I've been missing contact with other yordles for a while now." With lascivious desire welling up inside of him, Teemo stepped toward the larger man, totally entranced by all that beef. As much as he wanted to reach out and feel that kind of size for himself, he knew how rude that would appear. "May I?" He inquired.

Man, Thomas couldn't believe how much of a hit his body was with the rest of his kind! Seeing his opportunity to really turn up the heat, he rolled his shoulders back in order to puff up his chest, watching the scout's eyes light up when he saw how much bigger they got when flexed. "Be my guest."

Teemo was beside himself with arousal, waking his girthy endowment from slumber as it slithered to life down his leg before slapping him in the gut. The musculature of the yordle behemoth was unlike anything that he'd ever seen or even dreamed about. It reacted to his touch, every one widening the confident smirk on the other man.

And that's when he noticed the beefcake's cock - bigger than his, by far, but surprisingly not as much; he must really be as gifted in that department as he'd been told. A tentative stroke of the quivering crotch rocket with his finger got it to dribble out a small bead of precum, indicating how unappreciated the larger yordle's libido had been recently.

"Well, I can't let you have all the fun, now can I?" With a playful grin, Thomas did the same to the scout, feeling up the other yordle's manhood and reveling in the size. It made him wonder what would happen if he ever came across another man like himself, as well as how he'd react in the moment. If this encounter was any indication, he'd enjoy that a lot. "I bet you make a lot of people happy with this thing," he gave an errant squeeze of the smaller man's shaft.

That got Teemo breathing heavy, his composure waning. "Mmf, yeah, I get people interested when they see me." The feeling of his erection being fondled coaxed out a dollop of preseed, drooling in rivulets down his thick endowment.

It was only then that Thomas noticed something odd about the other yordle, something that excited him more than he anticipated. Clearly the scout had been out here for some time, so it stood to reason that access to bathing might be a bit hard to come by. The result was that the smaller man's musk became robust in its potency, enticing him close for a sniff.

Teemo felt his heart get caught in throat when the behemoth pulled him in close, nose caressing his neck as his natural odour was inhaled. He'd not thought that his musk was all that interesting to another person, but being out here for so long must've enhanced it in ways that he'd not anticipated. It got him hotter and more bothered just thinking about it.

But being in such close proximity to the yordle titan made him realize just how much of an aroma the muscular man put out. The spicy scent burned through his nostrils, imprinting on his brain and causing his dick to belch forth more pre as a result.

The intoxicating smells coming off of one another got them both hornier than either of them had been in ages. Neither of them could stop their hands from groping the other man, feeling up their bodies as they passionately embraced one another. The heady musk enveloping the air around them was just about all that they could whiff at the moment.

Teemo was beside himself in uncontrollable arousal, his nose thoroughly planted in the other man's colossal bulk and taking in all the behemoth's masculine essence that he could. He couldn't believe that another yordle was capable of producing such a manly scent, but now he couldn't get enough of it. He lashed his tongue through the fluffy chest fur wedged in between those slabs of meat on his chest, attempting to unearth more of the musk. Desire drove his every move.

Like how he fondled the yordhemoth's heft, firmly grasping each muscle group that he could reach. The sensation of a yordle as wide as he was tall sent a shiver of delight ripping up his spine as he got to experience that kind of enormity for himself. His hands couldn't dent the flesh of the muscle mass that this statuesque man possessed, his fingers merely sliding off and contouring around the rest of the bulk. He could feel his balls brewing up the mightiest load that he'd had in years.

Thomas, meanwhile, had his attention focused on the scout's lithe physique, using his large hands to grope everywhere within reach. He squeezed at the other yordle's diminutive torso, the slender trunk shuddering from his ministrations. Then his appendages made it to the smaller man's pert rear; the sensation of the supple flesh cupped in each hand had the pair of them moaning, his urge to relieve his pent-up tension coming to a fever pitch.

Wordlessly, one of his hands found purchase on the other yordle's shaft, feeling it ooze pre like a leaky faucet, though he couldn't deny how similar his was acting. The pair of them had inadvertently been mashing their sweaty, musky bodies into one another, feeling the sexual energy flow through them in a fit of need.

They each now had the opposite man's length in their own grip, playing with the meatlogs however they saw fit. One used a finger to plug the tip of the other's dick while his bunched-up foreskin got played with in return. One clenched down on the diamond-hard fuckmeat of the other as his balls got fondled as reciprocation. They worked together like a machine, one made specifically to get the pair of them to cream themselves.

Teemo was the first to graduate to full-on jerking the other yordle's hog, feeling the leviathan pillar in his hand throb from the desire to cum. He felt the behemoth's cock move on its own from a simple buck of those hips, practically fucking his hand in the process. The fact that he got to experience something like this with a prime specimen of beef such as this beefcake was an event that he wouldn't forget if he tried.

Feeling his magnum dong get played with had Thomas grunting in response, turning the heat up on his groping of the other yordle. He gripped his large hand around the scout's python, amazed that he couldn't encircle it like he could with everyone else. That turned him on further as his fingers grew slick with slimy yordlebatter.

His thrusting hips helped the other yordle in the process of getting him to climax. The sensation of someone else taking care of his needs sent shockwaves of pleasure racing through his nervous system, activating his brain in ways that he'd missed in his time away from his lover. Erotic cravings brought out the beast in him and got free hand to clutch the other yordle's ass cheeks, kneading it like dough and feeling it bounce back in his mitt. Only another one of his kind could make him feel this damn good!

The feeling of his plump rear getting manhandled by the behemoth got Teemo to whimper, shooting out more and more preseed as he drew nearer to orgasm. He'd been so pent up from focusing on his mission that he'd completely forgotten about taking care of his urges. This was the ticket that his body had been craving for far too long, and he'd remember to make sure not to ignore it from that point on.

As if their minds were in sync with one another, they both shifted their heads to face each other and mash their lips together, bolstering their arousal as their tongues danced with the other. They both moaned into the embrace, their fondling increasing with fervent glee. They couldn't get enough of each other and wanted more.

The pair of makeshift lovers bucked against the other and mashed their cocks together, their precum mixing and matting their cream-furred bodies. They both snorted in symphony as they pushed themselves closer to the edge, with the intent of plummeting right over into release. It wasn't long now.

Teemo was the first to blow, his needs having not been attended to in ages now with his balls letting him know just how much he'd been neglecting them by spraying the two of them with rope after sticky rope of spunk that eventually pooled on the floor. He had to break away from the kiss as his lungs sucked in air, the heat of arousal nearly getting the better of him as he tried his best to hold on to any and all control.

The feeling of the other yordle nutting all over him caused a chain reaction in Thomas, who then let loose his floodgates all over the smaller man. He grunted in approval as his cock throbbed, shooting out everything that his massive cum tanks had to offer. As it wasn't being stuffed into another person he got to see for himself just how productive of a shortstack he was, thinking that he could easily give men of much larger species a run for their money in this department.

It took several moments for the pair of them to jettison the last of their loads onto one another, neither caring at dripping musky cum onto the ground. As Teemo knew that he wouldn't get this chance again, he gave the beefcake a gift for the trip home.

"Holy shit, I think this is the biggest pair of briefs I've ever seen!" Thomas exclaimed, holding them in his hands.

"Something to remember me by," Teemo winked. "I haven't washed them in the month I've been here, if you're curious."

A brief whuff told Thomas everything that he wanted to know. Maybe this trip wasn't so bad after all.