Spewing Forth
#2 of Blackrock Mountains
The second Chapter of Blackrock Mountain: Spewing Forth. Again the places, races, classes, locations, etc. are owned by Blizzard.
The sun rises over the Blackrock Mountains once more, Moxthar and Garthul awaken from their nap.
"Ahhh... Let's get going I guess." Garthul says stretching out his back from the night on the rough tunnel floor.
"Yeah the air is getting fresher, I think we are about to find an exit." Moxthar stated. They packed up their gear and continued down the tunnel. "How do you think the best way to find the others would be?"
"I'm not sure, I think our best bet would be to get out of this mountain, then reassess the situation, maybe go for help, maybe find another tunnel."
"Right so first thing's first, let's get out of this hellhole, I'm starting to feel like a damn dwarf."
The two began their march down the tunnel again. After almost three very uneventful hours of marching the tunnel began to rise and signs of inhabitation began to show, at first with the odd scrap of cloth or leather, then with the occasional crate. The two began to move slower and more quietly as they felt themselves coming closer to whatever may be up ahead. Before long they saw day-light peaking in from a mouth in the cave up ahead. They crept ever closer keeping as quite as possible, ahead on the cave-floor lay a body. It was a furbolg with an ill look about it, but it was quite dead. Moxthar looked questioningly at Garthul, who shrugged in reply. They crept nearer to the opening and saw several more dead furbolgs littered about. Moxthar readied his weapons, as did Garthul.
They were at the opening when suddenly some thorn-covered vines burst forth from the ground ensnaring the two orcs. Their hands were bound preventing them from moving. An odd silhouette appeared in front of them, then stepped into the cave, as soon as it did Moxthar could see the form was a Dryad, a tauric creature with the lower body of a doe and the mid and upper body of a night elf female. She stepped nearer to them and shouted something in another language, when she did the vines tightened around the two orcs. She said something a little more calmly and seemed to wait for a moment looking expectantly at the two orcs. A moment passed and she called out to someone unseen behind her. A Pandaren strolled forward into the cave. He was carrying a bloodied spear and dressed in robes and sandals. He looked at the orcs and said heavily accented orcish, "The Lady would like to hear what you know of these furbolgs, she is quite upset as you can see, so I wouldn't try to insult her if I were you."
"Only thing I know is that you two seemed to have slaughtered them all." said Moxthar, the anger evident in his voice.
"You misunderstand, orc, they had become corrupt, they had to be purged before they could bring harm to the rest of their kind. What the lady wishes to know is how they came to be here. The Searing Gorge has never been home to any king of furbolg."
"How in the twisting nether should I know?" Replied Moxthar
Garthul was keeping quite and assessing their two captives.
"Your kind inhabits these hills, you should have heard something."
"My kind?" Moxthar spat on the ground beside him. "These are not my kind, they are of the Blackrock Clan, I am from the Warsong Clan, never mistake the two again or it will be the end of you, pandaren."
The pandaren looked closely at Moxthar, then turned and told the Dryad something. The two talked a moment, then the pandaren turned back to the two orcs.
"She asks of your intent, if you are not of these orcs, then why are you here?"
"We were sent on a scouting party. Me, him, and three others."
He something more to the Dryad, "She says she believes you, and that she will let you go if you do not attack.
"I will not."
"And you quite one?" the pandaren said addressing Garthul.
"I will not." replied Garthul.
He spoke again to the Dryad, she waved her arm and the vines fell away, then she turned to the orcs and said something again.
"She apologizes for the misunderstanding and wishes to know your names."
Moxthar did an orcish salute by thumping his right fist into his chest and said "Moxthar."
"Mahckstar" She replied and bowed.
Garthul bowed and told his name.
"Garrtuul" She repeated and bowed once more. Then she indicated herself and said, "Ferlasia"
The two orcs did the best they could to repeat it.
"And I am Jagaimo of Pandaria," said the Pandaren, saluting in a similar fashion to Moxthar. "The Lady would like to know what happened to your three companions you spoke of."
Moxthar told them of his lost companions, the battle with the elemental, and the cave-in.
"The Lady says she can help you, and she will do so as an apology for the mistreatment."
"What will she do?"
"She says if she can meditate, she may be able to reach your Tauren friend, since he is a druid, they may be able to sense each other and communicate."
They ventured away from the cave, Jagaimo explained she needed to be away from the taint of the corrupted furbolgs to concentrate. After she said something and then crouched onto the ground.
"This will do, she says."
She sat for a moment with her brow furrowed, the other three sat nearby watching, and Moxthar couldn't help but notice how attractive she was, she had a slender upper body, with silky-violet hued skin, ample, and a very attractive face. After a moment she hung her head and spoke to Jagaimo. They discussed something for a moment.
Jagaimo turned to them, looking clearly embarrassed, you could even see a slight blush under the fur on his face. "The Lady says she is unable to fully concentrate."
"Is there any thing we can do to help?" Asked Garthul.
"Well, ahem, she says the reason for her inability to concentrate, is that it's well... her... umm... mating season."
Moxthar and Garthul both blanched, then a slight smirk spread across Moxthar's face as he said, "I think Garthul said it best."
Ferlasia said something more to Jagaimo, "She said your help would be appreciated. Moxthar moved to her, and she met him in a hungry wanting kiss. They made obscene noises while Moxthar removed her top and began groping her breasts. She pulled away for a moment and indicated the other two.
"It would seem she wants us to join also." said Jagaimo, seeming as if he was unsure of how to proceed.
Garthul however knew what to do and went to her rear, as she dropped her front legs and engulfed Moxthar's throbbing dick into her mouth. As he approached she waggled her rump a little, he dropped his robe and stuffed his dick into her without caution, she moaned loudly, as did Moxthar, apparently enjoying himself. Jagaimo still seemed unsure of himself as he laid his spear down and dropped his robes as well, as he stepped toward the group Ferlasia grabbed his semi-hard dick and began to pump it with her hand, as she continued to slurp on Moxthar. Garthul pounded into her, his balls making a rude slapping sound.
Moxthar finally could take it no longer, he began to cum in her mouth then pulled out and covered her beautiful face in thick white sticky globs. She didn't pause for a second as soon as Moxthar sprayed his last drop, Ferlasia swallowed what he had got in her mouth and pounced on Jagaimo's waiting dick. As she began to lick up and down his shaft it seemed he was still only semi-hard, as now he began to expand a little more growing bigger than the orc's. As it reached it's full length she took him into her mouth until the head pushed against the back of her throat, the she relaxed and began to deep-throat him. The feeling of the cock in her throat and Garthul's ravenous humping paid off, as she had her first orgasm. Garthul held out for a total of three more seconds before dumping his seed deep inside her, he gave one last push then pulled away, slumping onto the ground to watch the rest of the show. Ferlasia pulled Jagaimo out of her mouth and spun around. Jagaimo was met with the site of her swollen doe-like pussy dribbling some of Garthul's cum from it; the site turned him on to no end. She slammed her rear into his crotch. He took the hint and slowly slid his cock into her. She began pumping back and forth on him trying to speed herself into another orgasm. Moxthar who's dick was now hardening again began to suck on her breasts, softly nibbling on her dark violet nipples. The Pandaren's pace quickened and Ferlasia moaned loudly, the two reached climax together, Jagaimo pumping wad after wad of cum into her. Again she wasted no time in turning and presenting herself to Moxthar, who stuffed his newly erect dick into her. Garthul's jaw dropped at this insatiable dryad. Jagaimo sat on the ground next to Garthul, watching the other two. Moxthar rammed himself into her putting a full range of motion into his thrusts, which was doing very well, as Ferlasia was moaning loudly, and fondling her own breasts. He continued for several minutes, as Ferlasia finally had her third orgasm, he let go and came inside her. He pulled out and stepped back, Ferlasia turned her rear to the others and wiggled her butt once again. As the three guys looked at each other's limp dicks she 'humphed' and stamped her rear leg impatiently. Garthul grabbed up one of his bags from the ground nearby as an idea sprung into his head. He pulled a totem out and stepped to Ferlasia, he slowly slid it into her, taking care the odd shape didn't hurt her. He murmured a spell and the totem began to vibrate.
"Tremor totem," he explained to an on looking Jagaimo.
She groaned and let the totem take hold of her, she shuddered and shook, as the thing pulsated and shook inside her. She slid down onto the ground fully immersed in ecstasy. She was liquid as this thing showed her true pleasure. She reached back and pumped it once or twice, then gave it a fling and rubbed furiously at her swollen lips, and as she gave her final orgasm she shot a small spurt of fluids onto the ground behind her, and the cum she had been filled with poured out of her onto the ground.
She lay unmoving, Jagaimo checked on her.
"She's passed out."
"Darn, I've just gotten hard again." Garthul said indicating his throbbing green cock.
"Me as well" replied Jagaimo.
"Well let's help each other out." Garthul rolled over onto his knees and presented his ass to Jagaimo.
The Pandaren was in unexplored territory here, so he hesitated a moment. Sex with another male, and an orc no less, he wasn't sure if this was something he wanted to do. Then again the smooth dark green ass did look inviting. He went to Garthul and kneeled behind him. Sliding his shaft into Garthul's pucker, the orc moaned at the mass of the pandaren's cock. Jagaimo rested for a moment, his balls resting against Garthul's. He began to hump as he reached around and felt Garthul's enlarged cock, he enjoyed the feeling of it and began to rub it while he pumped into Garthul. After a moment, Jagaimo wished to see if he was pleasing Garthul, he pulled out and flipped the orc over. He shoved himself back in and took hold of the orc's cock again. Moxthar had watched this with growing interest, and a once-more stiffening cock. He couldn't stand it anymore and strolled over to the other two. He took out his blade-oil and smeared some on his cock, he gauged the pandaren was a virgin in this area of sex by the initial hesitance he had with Garthul. He patted Jagaimo on the rump to indicate his desire, and the pandaren bent over Garthul and paused his humping for a moment to allow Moxthar to join in. Moxthar put some more oil on the pandaren's butt, and found his cheeks were covered in the same short fur that covered the rest of his body. He rubbed the oil in and slid a finger into Jagaimo. He was very tight, Moxthar smiled. He slowly stuffed the head of his cock into Jagaimo and then slid the rest of himself into the pandaren. Idle as long as he could be the pandaren pumped into Garthul once more, and Moxthar started as well. Moxthar's recent orgasms, as well as the tightness of Jagaimo's virgin hole caused an early climax for him, as he spilled his seed into the pandaren. In turn Jagaimo came into Garthul, who also came covering his muscular chest with his own cum. Jagaimo licked a little of the cum and kissed Garthul full in the mouth, who passionately returned the kiss. Moxthar was asleep before he hit the ground, and Garthul too passed out.
Jagaimo assumed he would take first watch, and donned his robe and picked up his precious pan-spear. 'Good' he thought to himself, 'this would give him time to organize his thoughts on what just happened, and how much he had enjoyed it.