Roleplay! - Silverwing
Back with another roleplay! This one is between Taerik and his son Thoraeyn. Set in Silvermoon, we start with a slice-if-life type scene, which culminates into some sexual tension, before we get a full-on sex scene! Obviously I only take credit for playing Taerik, my partner played Thoraeyn. I'll take the opportunity to describe the three Taeriks I have, since it may be confusing some.
Death Knight Taerik - A super-horny, firmly-dominant, massively-studly, monstrously-hung hunk who's always looking for another guy to have fun with. Features in Summer Holidays Part 4, and Summer Holidays AU.
Monk Taerik - A calmer, more civilized and proper blood elven male. Still just as massively-muscular and gigantically-hung of course, and when it does come to sex, he leans towards dominance.
Pirate Death Knight Taerik - The same body type as my other Taerik's, but with a gigantic pair of breasts! Similar in mannerisms to Monk Taerik, though he's more in the middle as far as dominance and submission goes.
It was late afternoon and the bright orange sunset bathed the streets of Silvermoon beautifully. Thoraeyn was relaxing in a quiet part of the city, one of the few areas with a decent amount of greenery, sitting back on a bench. He was slightly shorter-than-average for a blood elf, and rather slimly-built save for the signs of some musculature starting to show. He'd recently returned from Sunstrider Isle where he was training in the ways of the Mistweaver, a discipline of monk who specialised in healing their allies, with a minor focus on attacking as well. Because of this he was currently wearing his training uniform, a simple brown, sleeveless shirt, bracers, and a matching pair of pants.
The sound of heavy footsteps turned his attention to the enormous figure approaching him, a light blush crossing his face as he smiled to his father, Taerik, who nodded to him, taking a seat beside his son on the bench, the strong wood creaking uncomfortably beneath the immense weight of the hulk. "Greetings Thoraeyn, how are you this evening?", he turned to the smaller male, smiling brightly.
The mistweaver blinked as the bench jolted slightly; as he tried to look Taerik in the eye his gaze nonetheless fell over his father's form. He wore an identical uniform to his son, albeit one a few sizes larger and still barely clinging to the massive ridges of muscle showing through the fabric. His father had trained as a monk too, though he focused on a more offensive discipline, the path of the Windwalker, one which focused on precise, powerful strikes to overpower enemies; though due to his size he lacked a little in agility and grace, acting more as a brawler in combat, still, with his sheer strength he was amazingly effective. He shook his head as he realised he'd been asked a question, "I'm doing well, you?".
"Not bad, was feeling a little lonely so I thought I'd keep you company, if that's alright with you", he peered down to his son, that loving, warm smile still there.
Thoraeyn turned away to hide his blush which was getting much more noticeable, nodding firmly, "Of course, it's always a pleasure to spend time with you".
"I trust your studies are going well?", Taerik adjusted himself, resting his back against the side of the bench so he could rest his huge legs across it, Thoraeyn blinking at his father's simply giant feet resting a few inches away from him.
"I-Indeed, Pao says I'm learning quickly", he was staring dead ahead now, rarely looking at Taerik.
"I expected no less for a Silverwing, it is a shame I can't help teach you healing though", he rolled his hugely-broad shoulders and leant back more, leading to more creaking filling the air. Thoraeyn glanced back to his father as he heard it, finding his gaze once more planted on Taerik's hulking body, especially that ridiculously-colossal chest of his, the tunic wasn't large enough to be fully fastened up, giving the young man a teasingly look at that deep chasm between those muscles. "I'm sure it's only a matter of time before you surpass your teacher, it's only natural in our family", Tae chuckled softly.
"Heh, you surpassed all your teachers didn't you? Not only in skill but...size", he gulped as he glanced lower, even his father's stomach showing through his vest, eight big, bulging abdominals.
"Yep! In only a few months I'd gone through four uniforms, had to get mine tailor-made eventually since they'd never trained anyone as big as me", he beamed to himself.
"You're very unique, I wonder if I'll ever be that size, probably not", Thoraeyn chuckled, but as he did he accidentally caught sight of his father's crotch, which of course was just as impressive as the rest of him, if not moreso. The outlines of his mammoth balls and tremendous manhood were impossible to miss as they bulged out obscenely. Needless to say it was a lot harder for poor Thoraeyn to avert his gaze.
"It's in our blood to bulk up quickly, though it depends on what you're focusing on in your training, Cistel for example is still a twig since he's a mage, but Zieek's been training hard as a warrior so he's actually nearly as big as his old man, hah", Taerik let out another booming guffaw as Thoraeyn thought over his two brothers for a moment.
"Maybe you can work me out someday- Ah, I mean work out with me someday", he reddened furiously.
"I'd be happy to if that's what you want, of course I'd have to hold myself back a bit, don't want to wear you out in our first session".
Thoraeyn bit his bottom lip as a flood of images filled his mind, the mistweaver trying his best to push them out, "You wouldn't need to do that for me", he looked back to his father, this time their eyes meeting and the younger male getting lost in that fel-green. "It's always...such a pleasure to watch you work out, father, it's like an art-form".
"Hah, I suppose it's much more impressive than watching any of those Blood Knights training, I mean how many of them can lift a bench one-handed like it was nothing?", he smirked dumbly to himself.
"You'd make a tauren envious with your strength", Thoraeyn starts to have a rather awe-struck expression on his face by this point, "Everything about you is magnificent".
"You're too good to your old man, most people around here aren't so complimentary, they say it's pointless to gain so much size, to leave it to the other races, of course I never listen to them", Taerik nods firmly.
Thoraeyn looked quite shocked, but nodded as well, "Good, you shouldn't, they're just jealous if anything".
"Probably, so many magisters around here look like a strong breeze would do them harm, no offence to your brother of course".
"I like to think I'm built a little, at least enough to look after myself", the smaller blood elf looked down over himself, indeed he was a little bit more muscled than the average weedy Sin'dorei, though he certainly felt as weak when next to his titan of a dad.
Taerik patted him on the shoulder, the mistweaver's blush soon returning at the contact, "Good, I don't want you to be an easy target for low-lives, I mean I don't know much about healing, but I can already see changes from your training, already such a fine young man", he beamed proudly at his son.
"Heh, stop it, save the compliments for when I actually achieve something", he hangs his head embarrassedly, accidentally catching another glimpse of his father's monstrous bulge, the much larger man idly scratching at it, it looking as enormous as ever. Thoraeyn just swallowed hard; unable to look away he rested his hands in his lap and took deep breaths.
"Hey don't sell yourself short, learning the things you're learning is just as much an achievement as anything", he glanced down to his son again, noticing his uneasiness, his expression changing to one of concern, "Are you alright?", he sat back up properly, his back once again resting against the back of the bench so he could scoot closer.
Thoraeyn shot his head up and blinked at Taerik, "Yes! Yes, I am!".
"Are you sure, you seem a bit...anxious about something", he gave a reassuring smile.
"No, I'm fine, honestly", the smaller elf chuckled nervously, straightening his back and clenching his fists in his lap.
"Come on, you can tell me, what is it? You've never been that great a liar, you know".
"It's...embarrassing".
"You know I wont laugh or anything, I'm just concerned".
"I err...I've sort of been hiding something from you and I guess I should tell you. You calling me a fine young man makes me feel guilty whilst I still have this on my...chest", Thoraeyn swallows. The windwalker rested a huge hand on his son's shoulder again, looking more worried now.
"What is it?".
"I...I don't really have my interest in women...at all", he closed his eyes and turned away, Taerik staring blankly down at him for a moment before letting out a chuckle, Thoraeyn jumping at the near-deafening laugh, staring up at him.
"Is that it? That's what you were so worried about?".
"You don't mind?.
"Why would I mind? All it means is you'll be snagging yourself another fine young man", he patted his son a few times. The smaller male though still looked very uneasy, he took a deep breath and while looking away spoke quickly.
"I find you attractive".
Taerik paused, for quite some time actually, just peering at the elf before eventually speaking. "...ah, well, that's a little different".
"I'm sorry, I know it's wrong...I just can't help it. I haven't been able to help it for so long now".
"How long has it been since you started to feel this way", Tae asked, remaining quite still.
"I can't even remember. It feels like forever. Everytime I see you...", Thoraeyn leant forward, trying to hide his face from his father.
Taerik reddened lightly himself, he reached over and turned his son to face him, "Look at me." Thoraeyn did as his father asked, his face red and the elf looking about ready to cry. His father just leant in, pressing his lips tightly against Thoraeyn's in a firm kiss, the smaller man widening his eyes as his lips trembled against the massive male's. Taerik held his son's shoulders firmly as he stared deeply into his eyes, Thoraeyn's body going limp in his dad's strong grip. Soon Tae broke the kiss, a wide smile on his lips, "I don't mind at all".
"I...you...", the young man opened and closed his mouth a few times, dumbfounded.
"Truth be told I...have had similar feelings, I've never acted on them of course, but to know you feel the same way...", Taerik was just watched his son who had turned away again, his mouth open for a good few moments before he spoke.
"This is a dream then I take it. You're going to sprout wings and carry me off over the towers of Silvermoon and lay me down on a cloud...".
"A dream? Hah, you know as well as I do that isn't the case", the enormous stud pressed his lips against Thoraeyn's again, this time his tongue trying to force it's way past them, his son murring softly as his lips opened to welcome Taerik's large tongue which eagerly delved inside, lashing about wildly; the smaller elf resting his hands on his father's vast, solid chest, heat radiating off the barely-contained slabs of muscle. Tae groaned into the kiss, his tongue pinning his son's beneath it as Thoraeyn's touch alone caused his oversized nipples to harden, the impressive pads of flesh causing surprisingly large bumps through his jerkin. The mistweaver quickly grabbed at them and squeezed them, causing his father to moan once again into the kiss as he gripped his son's sides. Thoraeyn shivered as he felt his father's huge hands grab at him, pushing harder against his hard chest, Taerik having to break the kiss to catch his breath, his heavy panting causing those tremendous pectorals to rise and fall heavily, soon though he grunted as he flexed them, the giant shelf easily doubling in size as his vest burst open under the strain, those twin mountains of muscle exposed. His son just stared at them in awe. He had seen his father's bare chest before, but this time he was able to touch it, just as he'd always wanted. His hands caressed it at first, before he leant in and began to swirl his tongue around the firm, salty flesh. "Mmmmh...", Taerik moaned contently as he leant back, pushing his chest out more for his son, the attention causing his very sizeable bulge to expand in his pants, "You really...weren't joking about finding me attractive".
Thoraeyn just continued to nuzzle and slobber over his father's chest, finding his way back to one of his fat nubs and taking it in his mouth, sucking on it tenderly as his hands kneaded the heaving flesh around it. A loud rip was soon heard as Taerik murred deeply, his gargantuan shaft bursting free and smacking against Thoraeyn, it throbbing rapidly and precum already pouring from the head.
"Ngaaah, that feels...aah", the hulking blood elf's words trailed off into moans as his son wasted no time and wrapped his arms around that giant cock, pressing himself against it with a loud moan and licking up the precum.
"It...it's amazing to be able to do this to the cock that made me...".
Taerik grunted at the treatment, Thoraeyn's words causing a long moan to leave his lips, "Every inch of it, must be amazing to see it up close, hah".
The smaller Sin'dorei had to actually stand up on the bench so he could reach the large head, gulping down the precum oozing from it and letting it cover his face, "It's so thick...and your cum is so warm and...I've wanted this for so long.
The warm, tar-like preseed just gushed out from the pulsating monster, unloading over the stud's son, "Aaah, y-you don't know how hot it is hearing you say these things".
"I want every inch of me, inside and out, covered in the seed that made me", Thoraeyn grinned, still lapping up the thick precum and guzzling it down; his arms wrapped around his father's cock as best as he could as he began jerking it. Taerik just grit his teeth, a flood now pouring down over Thoraeyn as he tried his best to hold himself back, his giant balls tightening, "D-Don't worry, with the amount I make you'll be covered at least a foot thick".
The mistweaver hopped off the bench and looked around before stripping off naked with a smirk on his face, showing off his lithe yet built-up body and large, hard cock. He lay himself down on the grass, "Will you...grind it against me...daddy?".
The enormous hunk just stared over his son for a moment, his face reddening as he eagerly hopped off the bench, positioning himself so he loomed over Thoraeyn, whose eyesight would only be filled with bulging muscle and throbbing meat, before he smacked it down harshly against him.
Thoraeyn just cried out as the titanic manhood smacked against his bare flesh, his arms and legs wrapping around it. The sensation of his own cock pressed against his father's sent shivers of excitement down his spine.
Taerik took a deep breath, staring down at the smaller blood elf before he started to push back and forth, forcibly grinding his colossal cock against his son, precum still blasting out and soaking the nearby area.
Thoraeyn moaned and groaned, grinding himself against that giant manmeat squashing him into the ground; his feet finding his father's huge balls and pressing against them, "Ah...Ah...let me hear your voice. Tell me how much you love doing this...to your son...".
"Hnngh! It...It feels so good, feeling you against me so tightly, feeling you worshipping what made you", Taerik had to summon all of his willpower to hold back what was coming.
"L-Let me...ah...get to the tip when you blow", he tightened his hug around the huge cock, his head nuzzling in and his feet still pressing down on that colossal sack. Taerik almost immediately pulled back so the head stared his son in the face, a bellowing yell leaving the windwalker as wave after wave of his seed erupted out over him, the stud gripping at the ground frantically.
Thoraeyn opened his mouth wide and guzzled down what thick seed he could catch, his face being covered by the rest. The flood showed little sign of subsiding though as Taerik just continued to moan out, unleashing his potent, addictive cum all over his son, watching it splatter over him messily and coat the nearby area. Thoraeyn still greedily gulped down the thick spooge, now having his head pressed right up to the slit of his father's cock, choking on the amount of cum blasting down his throat but still accepting it happily.
After a few minutes of continuous unloading, the hunk's geyser would slowly start to die down, ending in a steady stream before stopping, both men still panting as Taerik picked himself up, a little wobbly on his feet; he offered a hand down to his son. Thoraeyn took it and was pulled up easily, smiling warmly to his father, both men collecting their clothing (or scraps of it) and headed off home.