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The forsaken happily planted his rear on the typical Silvermoon bench - elegant in design, comfortable in shape, and it always left someone in the most alluring position, whether you were an overweight orc or a skinny elf, they had the structure of elves who have fashioned this kind of lavish furniture for generations. The same being said of his extravagantly-flavoured wine, undoubtedly enchanted by a local "wine-expert". And while one might observe his black, tight pants and his royally decorated grey-and-silver shirt to also be of elvish quality - they'd be wrong.

In the capital of sultry delights, Silvermoon, he stands out. But just slightly - for while his long black hair, sturdy face and athletic shape can be quite eerie to look at from afar, up close his shapes are all there, and can be quite attractive. Although this is clearly up to discussion with some elves who think they have a higher standard than this pale, greyish man. Nonetheless, he happily swirls his drink and gazes at the shady, remote tavern that's one of Silvermoon's infamous back-alley wineshops.

Sitting in the corner, alone at a table, was Rendir. He seemed content enough to keep to his glass of red wine, though he'd gaze around at the other patrons every now and again. For the most part he was the general, typical elven man; tall, slim, long golden-blonde hair up in a rather messy foxtail that looked meticulous. Despite his lithe frame though, what stood out the most about this man were his simply gargantuan breasts! Far, -far- larger than any of the females of his kin, even larger than most tauren woman in that area, he was clearly gifted. His choice of clothing didn't help things much, a blood-red formal suit that was particularly low-cut.

The forsaken had the luck of being in a shadowy corner, in the right position to gaze at the patrons and bypassers. Drunken louts, actually, because the wine was more popular than the people. Nonetheless, there was just someone he couldn't get his eyes off. And he was sure he'd forgive him for it, considering the massive target he wore around to draw attention. It was, indeed, Rendir and his lovely bountiful breasts! He gave it a minute, to see if someone would sit next to him, if there was a familiar face, or to disprove he'd be good company. That minute passed rather quickly, and the man confidently seated himself next to the elf in the corner, strangely alone. "Well, that's something I don't see often in Silvermoon wineries and backalleys - a lone person. You elves usually socialize rather quickly; or pride around in a group of elite friends, if anything. What made you turn to solemn drinking, sir?"

He blinked, taken aback a little as the forsaken gentleman just plonked himself down next to him. He briefly looked over the man's frame before answering, "Ah, greetings, I just came here for a drink by myself, though your company's more-than welcome", he offered a warm smile at the other male before continuing, all the while his monstrous bosom resting between them on the table, it's sheer size and weight causing the wooden table to creak uncomfortably, "My name is Rendir, by the way".

The forsaken had the luck of having intact eyes, though they were completely still and with pale pupils - a bit of an eerie sight, but better than empty holes radiating with light. Instead, a soft green haze in front of them acted as a mimic of pupils, and maybe he was just cheating, but they managed to contain their objective to simple eyecontact the entire time, not gazing down to see the obviouselephantmammeries in the room. "My company? Welcome? You know how to make friends right away, Mister Rendir. You can call me Garret". He shoved himself a bit closer, and around on his chair - to give the impression he wasn't comfortably seated before, and only allowed himself to do so when the elf allowed it. "Well, why a drink all by yourself? Silvermoon being a bit tedious and boring tonight?"

He nodded politely, seemingly not put off by his unusual eyes, "It's a pleasure to meet you Garret, it's unusual to find a forsaken in our city, and such a gentlemanly one at that", he happily allowed him to slide in a bit closer. "And I'm afraid you'd be right, it's a disappointingly slow night at the minute, though hopefully your company will change that", he brushed some hair from his face and beamed.

Garret was in a decent position and mood, having managed to give the impression he's not at all playing the flirty, seducing game of appeal and allure. That is, until he beamed 'the look' at him, and he curved his mouth into a charismatic, sexy smile that had the magic of turning his face into an attractive, if still sturdy, piece of sex appeal. "Well, what can I say, I prize myself on knowing quality. And I'm humble enough to enjoy it. So it's naturally conclusive that Silvermoon is perfect for me - it has all the rich qualities of people who have great tastes and minds, and I have the humbleness to enjoy it like people should... not to offend, but I often get the idea the majority of elves get a tad... greedy... I risk I might be wrong, but I get the idea they don't know how to enjoy themselves with what wonders they posses... really enjoy themselves..."

A light redness crossed Rendir's face as the forsaken smiled, the sense of arousal evident by his enormous nipples swelling and hardening in his shirt, showing through with ease, straining the thin fabric on their own. "You might be right, we have much more than the other Horde races, and yet I find myself bored, perhaps it takes the work of an outsider to help show us such pleasures".

Garret gently raised his glass and gives the sin'dorei a sly wink. "I'll drink to that - seems you're just as humble as I. Just to... continue my story - no slander to you elves, truly, I have every faith you're better... but some of you just grasp as much as they can, shake it around, see if it's as great as people say it is, and when it doesn't meet their expectations, they drop it in a second. So, they abuse a great potential for one minute to get minimal pleasure and leave it ruined..."

A wiiiiide smirk, almost a grin, appeared on his face after he took a slow, dramatic sip from his glass. " I on the other hand... well, what can I say, I might have very long fingers, but I know how to get a grasp on things, to hold with care, to play with passion, and to have enough patience to savour things... There's nothing more I enjoy than finding something enjoyable, and just push all the right buttons or do all the right things to get the most out of it... sadly, that means it's sooo time consuming, I'm usually busy for hours, days, maybe even a week or two!... It sounds a bit hedonistic now...". He kept a straight face during all of it, despite that his tone had a rather faked, dramatic sense to it. But above all, he kept a cool, inviting body language. "I could show you..."

Rendir listened intently to his story, nodding at times, though as he listened, his face would darken more, his breaths picking up as he gazed over the forsaken's hands, at those long, expert fingers. Even his 'seemingly' innocent words seemed to be having an effect on him, and as he finished, the elf happily nodded in return. "That would be very welcome, I've always been interested in your 'kin' and would happily see how you 'appreciate' things", he was practically panting by now, that monumental chest of his rising and falling quickly, lightly battering the table in the process.

"Hm, I'm sorry, but I'm not quite like my Forsaken 'kin'. I'm far more... I suppose you could say optimistic and alive. That would be pretty more accurate... Anyway...", he leans back and looks over his shoulder to inspect what-seems-to-be a permanently grumpy elven wine-servant, and it takes only a couple of hand gestures and facial responses before Garret empties a couple of coins on the table and rises to his feet. "I hope you don't mind that I paid for your drink - and please tell me you haven't already, or I look like a fool paying for two! - but I'm quite anxious to show you just how humbly I can enjoy things. A bit impatient now, just so I can be all the more patient later, I promise!"

"Oh it's quite alright, someone acting so courteous, well, you really know how to impress a man, now, I know this may sound forward if anything, but my home isn't too far from here, only down the street actually, perhaps we can continue this conversation there? Somewhere away from these prying eyes and ears", there was something in the tone of his voice, not openly seductive, but there was definitely something that would have an effect below the belt.

Garret gave a full-blown grin right now. "Oh, you don't sound forward at all, sir. If your home is so nearby, it's only natural to go there. And I get to see how you live right away - I'm sure your taste in furniture and wine are as exquisite as your taste in attire and company." It was hard to notice, but his haze inspected him slowly from top to bottom, and a puzzled mind tried to figure out just what a tedious task it must've been for a tailor to work with such a slim frame and such a massive bust. "You do have some wine at home, right? I'd hate for us to be unentertained".

"Oh I do indeed, right this way", he immediately led the forsaken out of the small tavern, the two emerging in a rather dark alley. Unphased though, and clearly used to it, he set off, and after only a couple of widening roads, they'd reached it, from the outside a rather modest looking home, but still opulent of course. The elf led him in, and...well, decorated was an understatement, rich, royal purple and scarlet drapes hanging from the ceilings and walls, a plush rug covering most of the floor in the expansive living area. "Here we are, I wasn't expecting a guest, so apologies that it may be a bit of a mess", he gestured over to the large, red sofa, while he fetched a bottle of red wine and two glasses, joining the forsaken.

"A mess? Mister Rendir, are you mocking me? This place is marvellous", he mentioned as he was handed a glass. "Well, I suppose I was right, your taste for living and wine is just as good as your taste in company". He took an average moment to let the room sink into his memory and appreciate all of the details, like any new guest would, but when he was inspecting some drapes, he casually mentioned to him when he had his back to the sin'dorei: "Oh, and if you need to change into something more comfortable, I completely understand - I know how you elves like to dress up for even the most shadiest of taverns, but I assure you, you don't need to torment yourself on dressing up nice for me all night..." There was a sincerity in his voice, but just a tinge lack of it as well; it was all up to interpretation - did he think Rendir's current outfit was too revealing? Too little maybe? Maybe he didn't think it was provocative, or maybe too much. Whatever the case, he didn't turn around and let the elf read his facial expression, that would be too easy on him!

"You're much too kind, really", Rendir happily sipped at his wine as he glanced around, surprisingly unused to having company in his home. At his words he got to his feet, the hint of a smirk on his lips, "Why thank you, this is a little much I know", he disappeared into the bedroom for a short moment, the sound of clothes rustling heard, before he re-emerge in, well...he wore a pair of black, silk trousers, and his top-half, his behemoth breasts narrowly held together in little more than a matching black shirt, though much of those vast hills of flesh were on full display as he sat beside the forsaken, just a bit closer than before.

Garret gave him a happy smile, clearly pleased, but hiding if he's overly so. There wasn't any hesitation in him as he scooped just a little bit closer to the elf, thigh-against-thigh, and wrapped his arm around Rendir's shoulder, pulling him closer. "My, you look absolutely dashing, Sir Rendir. You mustn't get many visitors, because I'd personally be drained if I had to look so good for every guest. Well, look at me babbling, you're really working your charm on me..."

Rendir murred softly as he was pulled closer, as he felt his arm around his shoulder, "You really are a true gentleman, moreso than most elves, it's so rare, and I must say it's gotten me rather smitten with you, Mister Garret. At any rate, I'm curious about what you said earlier, about enjoying the truly special things in life to their full effect, spending hours grasping them in your hands...", he was smirking a bit more obviously now, not-so-subtly pushing his goliath rack against the man, it so expansive it pressed into his chest, stomach and crotch all at once.

"Myes... I did, didn't I?". He casually bit his lip, and slowly licked across it with the tip of his finger as he gazed down. "I'd feel almost invasive, a barbarian, if I were to stray from gentlemanly behaviour, and especially if it was too quick... but...". For a moment, it looked like he was about to dig his fingers into that bottomless cleavage and cruelly play and grope that expansive bust for hours and hours on - but the reality was even worse! Instead of breaking this teasing and slow pace, his hand barely brushed over one of Rendir's gigantic breasts and took ahold of the back of his head. The other male had only a second to realize what was going on, before they were interlocked in a passionate, body-rubbing and steamy kiss that quickly evolved into some tongue-wrestling. He'd gently shove his elven rear onto his lap, Rendir already able to feel a considerable bulge poking into the side of his leg. It wasn't until after the passionate kiss, that took forever to calm down, leaving a sultry stream of saliva between their tongues, that the elf couldn't have been in a more awful place; his back was resting on the forsaken's torso, meaning his breasts weren't even touching him anymore! "Oh, I hope you forgive my impatience, Mister Rendir, but those delicious lips and beckoning eyes desired it... Just one gaze inside them, and I know exactly what you want...". Most of his words had a tinge of dramatic acting, playful mockery to get where they are, but the word "exactly" had a hard, rough reality to it, being the only word he seriously put some emphasis on.

Rendir more-than-happily returned the kiss, letting his tongue glide against Garret's, not noticing he'd been moved until it broke, Rendir finding himself sitting, facing away from him, and feeling the surprisingly-large man-shapes of the forsaken beneath him, his grin not faltering though, "For a gentleman you're a cruel one, you know that?", he chuckled softly, "You know full well what I want, and yet you hold back, those expert hands are going to waste, no?", taking things more into his own hands, he lightly took ahold of the forsaken's wrists, and guided his hands around himself, to lay on the sides of his godly bosom.

Garret gave him a happy grin, though Rendir could only feel the warm breath against the back of his ears now, in which he could easily whisper sultry, naughty words. "Me? Cruel? No sir, cruel is what you're doing right now. Like bringing a wolf to a sheep herd...", he could barely finish his metaphor, because midway his hands were placed against the sides of those immense breasts, and not a moment too soon, he opened up his hands to unleash his long, thin fingers on Rendir's elven flesh. While normally being an eerie quality, almost claw-like if they didn't have their human shape, this was the perfect time for them to be this length, and have that amazing, surprising amount of strength that is usually a great tool in combat. And while dangers are far away, you could've sworn his hands were fighting for his life - they got a firm grip on the sides, enough to push them both together without causing too much overspill, and then worked them in one groping rotation, pulling and pushing the limits of the elf's clothing. His voice was even lower, barely an audible whisper, Rendir could feel his warm breath invading his ear. "Hm, these lovely tits of yours... I won't stop until they're tender and loved, Sir Rendir, I promise you that...". His hands got a good grip on the middle of his vest, and he placed his chin on the other man's shoulder to happily gaze at the sight of those titanic breasts, using a finger to cut the vest open... only for Rendir's monumental rack to bounce out heavily as it's released from his tight clothing. The forsaken's only reaction was a fierce bite on his lower lip, and a whisper "Myum..."

The moment the eager forsaken got to work, a long moan would leave Rendir's lips, the pleasure-filled sound filling the room as he felt those long fingers press into the copious, warm flesh of his gargantuan breasts. The sensation truly was just amazing, so alien to the blood elf, but so pleasurable, he could feel the other male's passion in his gropes, and as his vest was cut, those titanic tits would bounce out, looking a couple of sizes bigger if anything, his massive nipples, thick areolae, all revealed to Garret. "Oh please, do whatever you wish, they're all yours for as long as you wish", he whispered back to him.

Garret was happily surprised by the feel of those breasts. Bountiful, soft enough to play with, but firm enough not to collapse on their own weight. "You can't back out from that statement now, Sir Rendir...". He pushed them together, and pushed them up, and pushed them against him. It was all a big handling of huge breasts, having to get just the right spot and place to push, so that the end result was clear; he could look down and see that cleavage pushed together, as firmly as possible against the elf, and it'd still be big enough to get lost in... Then he'd let them loose, and let loose the other aspect of his fingers: pin-point precision.

Whether Rendir was ready for it or not, his fingers teased and poked and massaged and twisted his nipples in every possible way he could think off. It was all a big experimental show, listening to what makes him moan the most, what makes him squirm and twitch the worst, and then combine the top choices into something new... It took only a minute to get the gist of it, but he wouldn't stop until he found what tickled his body the most, even if it'd take all night....

Rendir shuddered and shivered, bliss flooding his system as those expert hands, those long, precise fingers worked their magic on him, his huge, thick teats practically throbbing under the treatment, each brush, pinch, press would tease another long moan out of his lips, "Aaaaah, mmmmh, that's it", he'd feel a familiar tightness in his chest as the considerable amount of milk he produced churned at the flicking and tweaking. "How are you enjoying yourself Garret? How do these truly titanic breasts feel in your hands? Mmmmh".

"Hmm, Sir Rendir - but I've only just started.". His fingers continued their massaging, and were now especially pinching his thick, big nipples. "I think your breasts agree that they feel pretty good as well... I didn't know you were a milker , strapping lil' elf.".

The blood elf chuckled between his moans, leaning back more tightly against the forsaken, pressing his rear down against his large bulge more firmly too, small grunts echoing around the room as Garret paid more attention to his huge nipples, "Mmmh! Did I not mention, I make the tastiest milk in Silvermoon".

Garret starts passionately kissing Rendir's neck and shoulder region, getting closer and more intimate in body contact as he does too. His hands continue to tease and grope those huge breasts, taking their time to tease him to the fullest. "Well now, can you back that up? Or am I going to have to get a taste of that for proof? ... You clearly wont mind, right?"

Not waiting for an answer, Garret happily lifts one of Rendir's huge breasts up with one hand, and uses the other to tickle and pinch his nipple. He has to shuffle himself around the sin'dorei a tad, before he goes on a spree of licking and suckling on the nipple, having no objection to drooling his chin and enriching himself on the elf's milk - with all of his precise fingerwork and tongue agility, you wouldn't say it was his first time at this; it clearly doesn't stop him from being just as lengthy and teasing as the last time.