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A RAINY NIGHT IN THE GHOSTLANDS

Diamid trudged along the muddy dirt roads of the Ghostlands with one hand shielding his eyes while the other held the two ends of his robes together. The wind was cold as it rushed through the forest, carrying with it the rain that fell mercilessly from the skies above. The young blood elf had long ago stopped caring about the dryness of his clothes and hair; the torrential rain had drenched him from head to toe within minutes of its starting. His boots rhythmically squished as he walked, the mud threatening to grab hold of his woolen shoes and trip him with each step that he took. He cursed himself for being out here with every cold, wet breath that he took. Diamid knew all too well how dangerous the roaming undead had made this once-peaceful forest, and the storm only made it that much worse.

The young blood elf stumbled suddenly as one of his shoes became trapped in the mud, but luckily he was able to regain his balance before he fell over. "Come on . . ." He grumbled to himself. "Give me a break. I'll take anything at this point." Just then, Diamid spotted something in the distance - a small glimmer of light. The male smiled faintly; it seemed as though his prayers had been answered. As he walked in the direction of the light, he began to realize that it was coming from a small cave-like structure. "What luck! I would have settled for a torn up tent!"

He rushed towards the cave, careful not to trip or let his guard down; out here, the moment that he stopped paying attention would be the moment that he would meet his end. Diamid slowed when he reached the mouth of the cavern, looking inside warily. To his surprise, the being that he found by the fire was a lot larger than he had expected. His eyes opened wide as he saw the large, fur-covered bull-man sitting on a rock. What is a tauren doing in the Ghostlands? Diamid thought to himself in bewilderment.

Even sitting down, the creature was taller than Diamid by several inches. The tauren wore a leather kilt around its lower half and a loose, sleeveless leather vest that was laced with dozens of beads. Two thick braids of hair draped over his hunched back and over his shoulders, with a third braid growing from the end of his muzzle. Diamid gulped nervously at the brown-furred beast; even though the tauren and blood elves were allied under the common banner of the Horde, he had never before met one, and knew little of how they dealt with strangers.

Just as he had worked up enough courage to make his presence known, the tauren's deep, guttural voice broke the relative silence. "Greetings, fellow traveler." He said, turning his head towards the mouth of the cave. If Diamid had to guess, he would say that the tauren was wearing a faint smile. "Please do come inside. It is dreadful out there."

Hesitantly at first, the blood elf edged his way into the cavern, water dripping from his hair and clothes onto the stone floor. "T--thanks." He managed to say, only sounding a little intimidated.

"I see I am not the only one fortunate enough to find this safe haven." The bull said, ignoring the wavering tone of the short, slender elf. The blonde hair of this furless creature contrasted well with his pink skin, or so the tauren thought. Like all blood elves, his eyes glowed a soft shade of green. "I am called Ahanu. What is your name, young traveler?"

"D--Diamid. My name is Diamid." He replied, slowly walking closer to the fire. "May I ask what you're doing here? In the Ghostlands, I mean. We're a little far from Thunder Bluff."

Ahanu chuckled quietly. "Please, come sit by the fire and warm up." He offered, ignoring the elf's question. Diamid did as he was asked, sitting down on a small rock on the opposite side of the fire from Ahanu. "I have made this arduous journey from my homelands for a friend of mine, who is a blacksmith in Silvermoon."

"Ah, I see." Diamid replied, holding his hands out by the fire for warmth. "I was on my way to Tranquilien, one of our outposts on the border of the undead lands, before I became lost in the rain." The blood elf shivered beside the fire.

"Come here," Ahanu asked gently, reaching into a large knapsack beside him. "I have something that will help you warm yourself." He said, producing a blanket moments later.

Diamid had to consider for only a moment before he got up and walked over to the generous tauren. Large three-fingered hands wrapped the warm, dry blanket over the blood elf, who quickly began to feel his shivers subside. "T--thank you." He said gratefully, turning to head back towards his spot on the other side of the fire.

"If you would like, you can sit here by me so that we may keep one another warm." Ahanu stated, his tone radiating innocence.

The elf gave the other male an odd look. For a moment he considered turning down the offer, but after all, he had just kindly given him a blanket to dry off with. "All right." He replied, albeit a little hesitantly, and began walking back over to the sitting bull. The rock on which Ahanu sat was the only dry spot around, and so the tauren moved over a bit so that Diamid could sit beside him.

Diamid could feel the heat rolling off the fur-covered male almost instantly, and oddly, he found the warmth comforting. In spite of what he had heard, the tauren did not smell bad, and might have actually had a pleasant scent if his fur weren't still a little damp. Diamid couldn't help but stare at the difference between their legs; even though they were covered by his leather kilt, the elf could clearly see the outline of Ahanu's thick limbs. The tauren's legs were easily twice as large as Diamid's, and practically radiated with power and strength. Only a small bit of hair was visible where the kilt ended and his cloven hooves began. I wonder what that fur feels like. The stray thought appeared in his wandering mind. It looks soft but it's so thick. Diamid shook his head, realizing that he was becoming a little turned on by the creature. He blushed a little, tucking his reddening face into the blanket.

A moment later, Diamid sensed the tauren's eyes on him. The elf tried to ignore the gaze, but it wasn't long before something else caught his attention: there was a rather large tent growing in Ahanu's kilt. Diamid stared in surprise at the size of the bulge in the tauren's coverings. "I--I'm sorry . . . I don't know what has come over me. " The creature apologized, trying to hide his arousal. "Perhaps this idea was not one of my b--"

"No, it's okay." The elf interrupted. For reasons that he could not explain, he turned himself toward Ahanu and opened up the blanket, revealing a similar, smaller rise in his robe. "You're not the only one who's a little . . . stirred up." He said, looking away embarrassedly; if his face was only a little red before, it was beet red by now.

Ahanu raised an eyebrow at the scene. "Oh, my." He uttered, feeling a little more comfortable. "How do--How do you suppose we remedy this situation?"

Diamid smiled faintly before he got up onto his knees, where he leaned on the tauren and gave him a small kiss on the side of his muzzle. "I've got a few ideas." Ahanu smirked at the blood elf and returned the favor, giving him a small kiss on his lips. Because of their difference in size, Ahanu had to be cautious not to use his whole mouth, lest he find the elf's head in his muzzle. I will have to wait a little while longer before I do that. The tauren thought darkly to himself.

Diamid, unsuspecting of the tauren's plans, straddled the bull and began removing his still-damp clothes. All the while, the two males gently kissed one another, growing more and more impassioned with each touch of their lips. Ahanu lowered his kilt as Diamid pulled off his robe. The tauren's beaded vest was removed and the elf's shoes and leggings were shuffled off. Flesh and fur brushed against one another as their bodies grinded together, both males quickly reaching the peak of their arousal.

Finally, the two broke their lip lock, and Ahanu watched as the elf began to leave a trail of kisses down the tauren's furry chest. The other's thick malehood throbbed against Diamid's chest as he slowly worked his way down the torso, enjoying the feeling of the creature's thick hair against his lips along the way. Ahanu uttered a few pleasured, guttural groans as the other male tended to his body, gently brushing his enormous hand down the other's back as the elf worked his way to his lower regions.

Diamid couldn't help but feel a little nervous as he got his first good look at the throbbing, fleshy shaft. It was fairly obvious that his mouth was not going to be able to fit the tauren's malehood inside, and so he decided that his tongue alone would have to make due. Ahanu's body stiffened as he felt Diamid's warm, wet tongue touch his shaft and begin to slide along its length. The pleasured groan that the bull released spurred Diamid on as he slickened his arousal with saliva. Ahanu's body writhed and shuddered with each pass of the elf's tongue, causing him to pant harder and harder. A huge, gentle hand rested upon Diamid's head as he worked his tongue over the tauren's malehood, assuring him that the bull was pleased with his work. After several minutes, just before he felt himself on the verge of climax, the tauren cried out. "S--stop. Not--not yet."

The elf did as he was asked, smiling at the breathless bull as he savored the last little tastes of the pre he had given him. "Did you like that?" Diamid asked with a smile, already knowing the answer.

Ahanu nodded, taking a deep, relaxing breath. "Yes . . . you're very talented with that tongue of yours." Diamid's smile grew wider. "I think it's my turn now. Are you ready?" The tauren asked suggestively.

The blood elf's body practically quivered with excitement. Diamid said nothing as he got back up and climbed on top of the other male, wearing a wide, eager grin. The bull was hardly phased by the weight of the elf's body as he climbed up on him and positioned himself for what was to come. "Careful." Ahanu said as he held his shaft still so that Diamid could lower himself onto it. The elf shuddered quietly as the malehood parted his rear and pressed up against the puckered entrance. Gently, he lowered more of his weight onto Ahanu's arousal, forcing the hole open. Both males groaned loudly as their bodies pushed into one another, pleasure washing over them in strong, steady waves.

Diamid panted heavily as he stopped to gather himself. A small amount of pain radiated from his backside, but it was slowing subsiding and before long he felt he was ready to begin again. The elf took in a deep breath as he began to lift himself up off the fleshy shaft, and exhaled slowly as he lowered himself back down. Pain gave way for pleasure as his body grew accustomed to the rod inside it, and Diamid started to pick up speed.

Ahanu began moaning louder as the blood elf worked himself faster and faster, the sensations rippling out from his lower regions growing more intense by the second. The tauren's huge hands wandered over Diamid's chest as the elf thrust himself on Ahanu's shaft. Their groans became louder and more impassioned with each passing second, the sensations building inside of them growing and growing. Ahanu managed to moan a long, incoherent warning to his mate just seconds before his body tensed up and a giant surge traveled up his fleshy staff, erupting inside Diamid, gushing hot semen into his rear. The smaller male was not far behind the tauren, and he, too, quickly came to a climax that sent letters of seed all over his mate's furry body.

Diamid slumped down on the still-spasming shaft, exhausted. A few moments passed as the two males recovered. The elf remained slouched over with his eyes closed as he panted heavily while Ahanu lay flat on his back with a large smile on his face. The smile soon contorted into something darker and more devilish, and the tauren began to sit up, knowing that he could not afford wait much longer. Ahanu licked his lips quietly as his eyes rested on the exhausted elf, bringing his face closer to the unsuspecting male's head. His muzzle opened wide as the distance between their faces disappeared, revealing a cavernous maw with many short, flat teeth. Diamid looked up just in time to see the tunnel of darkness come down on his head, his eyes widening with surprise as his face was pushed up against the bull's slick tongue.

"Ahanu?! What--what are you doing?!" Diamid demanded as he tried to pull his head free, but his efforts were met with no success. Ahanu ignored the blood elf as he opened his jaws up a little more so that he could engulf the Diamid's shoulders. The shorter male's face was forced to the back of the mouth, where he looked down and saw little else but darkness and the glistening, saliva-covered walls of Ahanu's throat. "Is this some kind of strange tauren kiss?! Please, let me go! You're scaring me!" The elf pleaded as he continued to struggle, hoping that this was all a misunderstanding.

The tauren had indeed heard the other male's begging, but he knew that his hunger would be satiated until his belly was full. He grabbed a hold of the elf's rear with his two giant hands and pushed forward, thrusting his soon-to-be meal deeper inside. Diamid's arms became useless, pinned to his sides as most of his torso was drawn into his devourer's mouth. A moist sucking noise was made as the fleshy rod left Diamid's rear, followed by the sound of the bull's seed dripping from the enlarged hole onto Ahanu's chest. The elf's legs flailed in the air as he tried to find something to center himself on, but in the end all he succeeded in doing was making the tauren hungrier.

The elf's head slid into Ahanu's chest, creating a bulge in his torso that wriggled as his meal struggled hopelessly for freedom. Already Diamid could faintly hear the bull's heart beating and hungry stomach growling, the foreboding sounds spurring him to fight harder. Ahanu easily ignored the futile struggles as he began lapping up the sweet sweat that covered his meal's skin. The tauren gave swallow after swallow as his tongue explored Diamid's body, pulling his meal further inside. The fleshy muscle traced the lines on Diamid's chest, slowly working its way down to his belly button, where Ahanu discovered a hidden pocket of flavor.

With a grunt, Ahanu raised his head up to the sky and opened his jaws wider. Diamid felt the moist walls of the bull's throat rub against his skin as more of his body entered the cavernous maw. Now came the part that Ahanu enjoyed the most. He led his tongue down his meal's torso, lapping up the few drips of semen that clung to his still-hard shaft. Soon, when all of the flavor was gone from the elf's arousal, he guided the fleshy muscle between the other male's legs and parted his cheeks. Ahanu's eyes fell shut as he got a taste of the elf's body mixed with his own semen, the combined flavors driving him wild. Despite himself, Diamid began moaning in the slippery darkness of the bull's gullet, the sensations rippling from his lower regions simply too powerful to ignore.

The bulge in Ahanu's chest had grown a bit, now depicting the shape of his meal's torso while the mound that portrayed his head had all but vanished into his thick abdomen. Diamid couldn't see anything as his head slid deeper into the bull, still writing in ecstasy. He certainly did not know that he was so close to the fleshy gateway to his stomach until his face pushed up against it. The pucker gave way with ease and allowed him entry into the sac, where he was met with stale air and the sounds of an empty, gurgling stomach.

With nearly all the flavor gone from the blood elf's rear, Ahanu opened his jaws once again allows his meal's squirming to aid him. With gravity working against him, the struggling elf worked his way deeper inside the tauren, unknowing that his futile attempts at freedom were only bring himself closer to his destination. Slowly and steadily, his legs slid into the ravenous maw as the bull began to caress the bulge forming in his gut. It wasn't long before all that could be seen of Diamid was a pair of kicking feet sticking out of Ahanu's mouth. The bull toyed with the elf's soft feet for a few moments before taking a single finger and pushing them inside. "Please don't do this! I'll do anything you want! I'll be your slave! Please don't do this!" Diamid cried from inside the growing sac, his muffled voice barely reaching Ahanu's ears. The bull answered his pleas by closing his muzzle and giving a final, condemning gulp.

Ahanu let out a long, contented sigh as he looked down at himself, watching and feeling his meal descend into his growing belly. Slowly, the last of the elf slid into his stomach and the bulge soon reached its full size. He rubbed over his enlarged gut with one hand, loving the feeling of the squirming meal inside him. Diamid grunted as he tried to right himself in the tight, fleshy confines. In the darkness, his hands felt along the walls of the sac in a desperate effort to find a way out, but the ring had closed tight around him, preventing his escape. Finally giving in to his frustration and fear, the elf began pounding at the stomach walls.

Ahanu groaned as he stared admiringly at the moving bulge, patting it gently. The tauren laid back on the rock, helping him fight the urge to release all the air in his stomach; he wished to let his meal continue struggling as long as he could. "And here I was convinced that I would have to wait out the storm before I could eat." Ahanu said in an amused tone as he watched the movement in his enlarged gut slowly begin to die down. Diamid could feel the air beginning to thin and his strength begin to wane. Eventually, the elf became too tired to keep fighting, and was lulled into a deep, deep sleep.

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