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| With all the excitement being had by the various men, no one noticed the sound of heavy, armoured footsteps coming from the tunnel which served as the strand's entrance. It would seem there was another who had been lucky enough to find their way to the mystical beach. Very soon the enormous silhouette of a male filled the mouth of the cavern; as he stepped out into the sun, it would reveal a formidable sight to say the the least. The man was decked out head-to-toe in very bulky, black armour that seemed to be lined in frost despite the high temperature. The helmet he wore obscured his face, save for a pair of piercing, ice-blue eyes and long, elven ears. The intimidating figure looked about over the beach, before eyeing the striped tent nearby and abruptly heading inside.

Entering the changing tent, which was surprisingly spacious on the inside, he spotted the trunk filled with various types and colours of swimwear. He headed over to it and began to remove his armour, starting by pulling off his horned helmet. Despite being a death knight, his face showed no signs of decay, the man a ruggedly-handsome fellow, blessed with chiselled facial features, a large, broad chin with a fine goatee, and the usual long, but slightly thicker-than-normal eyebrows of his kin, all of these things adding together to make him look very traditionally-manly. His fine blue-black hair fell down his back and over his shoulders, the man quick to tie much of it into a high top-knot. Next to come off was his gauntlets, followed by his boots, the man gifted with large hands and huge, broad feet.

He next unclipped and pulled off his hulking chestpiece, revealing that, in actual fact, it can't have been that bulky after all, given the immense size of his torso. His ridiculously-wide chest was made up of a pair of simply mammoth pectorals, two giant slabs of muscle with a large, thick nipple on each. Under those were eight big, bulging abdominals, deep ravines cutting between them and giving them unbelievable definition. His arms too were a sight to behold, powerful and extraordinarily thick, his biceps were easily the size of cannonballs, and that was when relaxed.

After unbuckling his belt, he then discarded his legplates, exposing his powerful legs, his thighs like tree-trunks and pushing the gargantuan bulge in his boxers forwards, to be all the more noticeable. The bulge was so obscenely-gigantic that the buttons looked ready to blast clean off, the outline of both his goliath python and mammoth balls all too visible.

"Let's see...doesn't look like there's anything even close to fitting me...perfect," he grinned wolfishly as he grabbed himself a pair of blood-red swimming briefs, slipping off his boxers and stepping into his newfound clothing, pulling them up and trying his best to cram his monstrous meat inside, just about managing, but leaving nothing to the imagination, not to mention the large bush of silky, blue-black pubic hair jutting up out from the skimpy swimwear. His oversized balls were also threatening to burst out the sides, a good amount of both on full display. He looked back over his shoulder, smirking as he saw the back of the trunks disappearing between his huge, firmly-muscled cheeks.

Quite content with himself, the blood elf emerged from the tent and looked down the beach, spotting a few men relaxing, but knowing exactly who he was after. With a wide smirk he strutted down the strand with confident strides, turning the heads of each of the men he passed; Zixxle, Tidelo and Zintaak, still sunbathing together could only turn and ogle at the towering elf hunk who sauntered past them, the goblin actually drooling at he watched his tremendous musculature and behemoth endowments, not to mention that ass. The death knight loved the attention, but was far too eager to locate someone else, his cold, blue eyes scanning the area before him.

It wasn't too long before he found who he was after, a short, slim blood elf in a scarlet pair of swimming trunks, laying back on the sand with his eyes shut. The titan simply approached him and grabbed him by the arm, easily pulling him up on his feet, the smaller elf yelping as he scrambled about, batting the huge hand away and taking a good look at just who was manhandling him. His face turned a similar shade of red to his shorts as he couldn't help but stare at the hunk, biting his bottom lip, "Dad...".

Taerik just beamed, looking his son over a few times, "Long time no see Cissy-boy, pleased to see your old man I hope," he now grinned widely as Cistel shook himself out of the trance, nodding quickly.

"O-Of course, I just...what are you doing here?," as best as he tried, he couldn't stop himself as his gaze drifted down from that rugged face to those immense pectorals, looking between the mammoth slabs, then at that deep cleft between them.

Taerik just snickered at the attention, "I was just in the area and I thought I'd pop on by, I'm old...'friends' with Farelion and Tarelion, and after they let me know my son was here, I simply had to visit. So, do you think I look good in this?," the death knight chuckled and he gave a turn so the mage could see every inch of him, of course he gave a few teasing flexes as he did so, Cistel trying his best to hide the growing tent in his shorts.

"You look...n-nice, yeah," he managed to look away, still blushing furiously, Taerik just stepping closer so the pair were only inches from each other, the gentle breeze carrying his father's heavy, alluring musk his way, Cistel's head feeling a little funny.

The much larger Sin'dorei leant down, whispering huskily in his son's ear, "Maybe you could show your old man just how good you think he looks," he reached down and took a weak hold of his son's wrists, guiding his hands up onto those mountainous pecs of his, the magister letting out a slight gasp as he felt the warm, firm flesh, slowly stroking those gargantuan muscles. He let out a soft moan as he felt and saw those monumental mountains of masculinity bounce, each one rising and falling heavily; it was all he could do to continue caressing them, squeezing the copious amounts of flesh until he found Taerik's massive nipples, which was accompanied by a deep grunt from his father. He wrapped his hands around the oversized teats and started to slowly pump them, as if he was aiming to milk that mighty chest. Taerik only roared out at his son's actions, his briefs getting considerably tighter around his equipment.

Surprising himself, Cistel leant in and pressed his face into the chasm between his father's pecs, his entire head eventually sinking between them, still jerking the huge nubs of course, and revelling at the feeling of such expansive plains of muscle bouncing either wide of him, the mage lapping wildly between, causing his hunky dad to shudder in delight, "Mmmh, damn, you really like daddy's muscles, don't you boy?" he moaned louder as his swimwear burst clean off, his semi-hard monster bursting free, his titanic balls bouncing out too.

Cistel gasped against as he felt the ridiculously-gargantuan manmeat slap against him, throbbing and still growing. His now busied his hands with slowly rubbing over that expanding tool, and moved over to one of his father's nipples, narrowly able to fit the huge pad into his mouth, and sucking on it hard, Taerik just roaring out, "Nnngh! Y-You're certainly eager, aren't you, not that I'm complaining," the death knight pushed that thick shelf of his out more for his son who happily nuzzled against the powerful pec, suckling frantically. "You're rather lucky you know, caught the eyes of every man I met on the way here, I'm sure they'd want nothing more than to worship this body of mine," he raised one of his hulking arms and gave a shameless flex, Cistel's eyes widening as he watched the already-goliath muscle swell enormously, just the sight was enough to have the mage pull back, now leaning over to kiss that warm, rock-hard bicep lovingly, licking over it slowly and reaching up to stroke over it, feeling it's size, it's firmness in his hands. Taerik was so...big...giant...herculean! No matter what word he came up with, it didn't seem to do his father justice.

"Mmmh, you really do love your daddy, don't you? Why not have a good slobber over the great big cock that made you, hmm?" the death knight snickered as his monstrous shaft finally reached it's full size, four feet of pulsating meat; thick, musky precum dribbling from the end of it. The pyromancer eyed over the colossal slab, still in awe at just how overly-endowed his father was; he moved back and began to trail his tongue over the hot, throbbing flesh, moaning softly as he lapped up some of that preseed, the mage using his hands to scoop up a good amount of it to help him slick up that mammoth tool. "That's it, get it nice and wet and maybe I can put it to good use," Taerik winked slyly, a wide, toothy grin still crossing his lips as he watched his son eagerly pleasuring him.

As Cistel worked over that cock, he picked up the pungent whiff of musk; sliding lower he was met with the sight of his father's massive, hairy sac, which he happily buried his face in, inhaling huge amounts of his overpowering musk, which also seemed to double as an aphrodisiac, as if Cistel needed it. The mage was painfully hard, and after slicking up Taerik's cock, began massaging those hefty balls either side of his face, causing the far larger blood elf to murr even more deeply in pleasure.

"Ngh, y'know Cissy-boy, you're pretty damn good with your hands," he chuckled dumbly, still avidly watching his offspring worshipping his oversized nuts so fervently, "I'll have to remember that," he winked and leant back as he relaxed more, letting his son do whatever he wished and enjoying it.

The smaller male was still nuzzling those obscenely-large balls, but his hands had moved to his father's massive legs, his small hands caressing those thick, powerful thighs tenderly, feeling the big, bulging muscles and murring into that sac. All this attention though was finally beginning to get to Taerik, the death knight grunting and groaning more impatiently as his monumental manhood throbbed dangerously, copious amounts of his precum gushing out and raining down over Cistel in large globs, not that the mage minded in the slightest.

"Mmmh, not sure I can hold myself back much longer Cissy, what do you say? Fancy your old man ploughing you senseless?" he gave a smug look down at the slim elf who abruptly leapt back, nodding frantically and slipping out of his own swimwear rapidly, revealing his own fully-hard cock that was a very decent size, especially on his weaker frame, well, he was a Silverwing after all. Taerik grinned wickedly and grabbed his son, picking him up with ease and planting his rear down onto the head of his behemoth beast. Cistel gasped sharply as he felt the ridiculously-thick monster pressing against his hole with such force, it was only a few seconds before the massive head plunged inside, stretching the mage open immensely, but he only cried out in pleasure as his dad quickly forced more and more in, over a foot now inside the young man. "Grrr, damn Cissy-boy, I don't remember you being so tight!" the rippling stud tensed, flexing his gargantuan muscles even larger as he put more strength into driving his cock into the mage.

Cistel could do little but just moan out in ecstasy, his father's tool reaching far deeper than anyone or anything else ever could, filling him so much, and stretching him with it's sheer thickness. Also, knowing he was about to get fucked with the cock that created him only intensified the sensation.

"You ready Cis? Ready to feel every foot of this inside you?" Taerik didn't wait for an answer before roaring out, holding his son tightly in his enormous arms as he slammed the entirety of his giant cock into Cistel in mere moments, the magister just crying out helplessly as he was impaled on the mammoth meatpole.

The knight panted heavily as he hilted himself, beaming proudly down at Cistel, "Atta boy Cissy, y'know your brothers usually struggle to take it all, but not you," he chuckled as he shifted his son about on his titanic erection, Cistel groaning as he felt the beast throb inside of him, and felt the heat radiating from it, it made him feel oddly safe in a way, as did the warmth coming from his father's body. He leant forward and happily latched back onto one of Taerik's fat nipples, sucking on it weakly as his hands went back to exploring the vast pec where it resided. The titan just snickered as he readily pulled back out of the mage, only about a foot left inside him before he drove every inch back inside in one thrust, roaring out and building up a fast pace of this, pounding away at Cistel's hole furiously, the smaller sin'dorei just letting out muffled moan into his father's chest.

Taerik wasn't content with just this though, and he began to summon his blood magic to help things along, giving his muscles increased power so he could fuck the poor magister with even more powerful thrusts and at an even faster pace, his now monstrous muscles jutting out enormously, Cistel's head pushed back as Taerik's chest bulged out more thickly, though he still happily suckled on that huge nub, biting down on it every now and then. Soon though it all became too much, and the magister let out a louder moan which echoed through the giant pectoral before him, his own impressive tool erupting with his generous load over both himself, and his father's deeply-defined abdominals. His hole tightened as well around the death knight, which threw him over the edge; with a near-deafening yell he slammed back inside his son and emptied his tar-like seed deep inside of him, rope after rope, wave after wave of the hot cum blasting through his system, Cistel relishing the feeling as his dad's potent spunk filled him.

Finally the goliath blood elf's balls were emptied, and he looked mighty content with himself, pulling his son off of his softening member and placing him gently onto the sand, Cistel a little wobbly and only now starting to return to his senses, a dark blush on his face.

"Hah! Amazing! That'll take the edge off for a short while at least," he patted the much smaller male on the shoulder a few times, stepping back into his briefs, but this time only managing to cram his balls inside, his huge tool still hanging out. "Y'know, I like this place, think I'll stay around for a while, c'mon!" and with that he swept Cistel back up again, perching him atop one of his massively-broad shoulders and starting back down the beach towards the trio he'd passed earlier, who unbeknownst to them, had watched the whole thing! |

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