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The Valley of Strength: Centre of Orgrimmar, the bustling capital of the Horde. People of all races under the red banner were there, chatting, training or simply visiting the always-busy Auction House. Taerik was there for quite a different reason though, his cold-blue eyes scanning all passers-by, looking for someone easy on the eyes for a nice romp in a back-alleys.

The hulking blood elf was certainly a sight to behold. He stood at the titanic height of 9-foot, easily dwarfing not only goblins, forsaken and his fellow elves, but even orcs, trolls and the occasional tauren. Not only this, but he was gifted with a body even larger than most bull-men, his heavy black plate-armour specially crafted to fit over every slab, every thick ridge of muscle that bulged massively from his frame. Despite his armour though, there was no mistaking the simply-gargantuan bulge that had to be made into his armour to accommodate his colossal endowment, clearly the death knight was immense in all areas.

Naturally he attracted quite a few stares, but none of the onlookers seemed to catch his eye. Thankfully for him though, his eyes soon fell upon an on-duty grunt, the elf eagerly taking in the orc's powerful form.

The usual uniform the orc wore left little to the imagination, his harness stretched painfully across those rippling hills of muscle that were his pecs, and doing nothing to hide the orc's big, thick nipples. Even lower, a wall of green beef was on full display, a solid six pack of deeply-defined abs. His shorts also did a feeble job at concealing those mammoth, tree-trunk thighs, not to mention the very obvious bulge that filled them too, he could even give Taerik a run for his money.

Seeing such a nice specimen of manliness, Taerik quickly approached, a charming smirk on his lips, "Greetings, I couldn't help but notice you from across the valley. I must say you're -very- nice to look at," he gave another brief look over the orc who stared back at him for a moment, then grinned back himself, "I was hoping though that we could go somewhere a bit more private, and do a lot more than just looking," he grinned shamelessly.

"Hah, you sure don't beat around the bush, do ya?" the orc replied, but it was clear he wasn't going to say no, "Gotta say you're not too bad either, for an elf," he scoffed, but his wide grin remained. "Not often I see one of your kind so...well, big".

Taerik snickered softly, "I'll have you know I'm a -lot- bigger than this armour gives me credit for, I'll be more-than-happy to show you, so long as I get a nice look under those shorts of yours," he licked his lips.

The orc just chuckled in response and peered about, then gestured the elf to follow him, "Barracks should be empty at this time o' day, and the name's Slek," he nodded, the elf following close behind him.

"Taerik, it's a pleasure," the knight bowed a little as they walked, the orc nodding again as they rounded a corner and there in front of them were the Orgrimmar Barracks, a huge building that was essentially home to most of the grunts and guardsmen of the city.

"Should be able to find a nice quiet room pretty easily," Slek turned to the sin'dorei and winked before he charged at full speed through the large, open double doors, Taerik, eagerly as always, followed suit.

He easily managed to keep up, soon following the orc into a large room. There we many empty beds against of the walls, a small stove near the door, and a huge, sturdy table sitting in the middle of the room. Slek hurriedly shut the door behind the elf, turning to Taerik and eyeing him over once again.

"So, are you gonna show me what's under all that armour, or am I gonna have to take it off by force," he smirked while reaching back and working to remove his harness, the death knight snickering.

"Oh I'll happily take this off, the faster it's gone, the faster I can have my fun with you after all," the elf pulled off his gauntlets and shoulderguards, before unclipping the sides of his chestpiece.

The orc just narrowed his eyes at the other man though, "Huh, you better not be thinking of being on top, like fel I'm gonna let a pink-skin fuck me," he then grinned as his harness dropped to the ground with a clatter, exposing that immense torso of his in all it's glory, his truly-titanic slabs of beef seemed to surge out more in size now they were no longer restrained.

Taerik ogled quite happily, his mouth watering just a tad before he replied, "Oh I'm sure you'll change your mind rather quickly once you see what I'm packing under here," he chuckled slightly menacingly as he pulled off his chest armour, his own torso easily as impressive as the orc's if not moreso. His chest was practically two boulders jutting out from him, the smooth, firm muscle looking as solid as stone, and of course on both slabs a huge, thick nipple stood proudly. Below this was not just a six-pack, but an eight-pack, and even unflexed there were deep divides cutting between them. This wasn't even mentioning the rather plentiful tuft of silky-fine pubic hair that poked out from the top of his legplates.

Slek just stared dumbfounded, he'd never seen muscles so gigantic, especially on a prissy elf of all things! He soon snapped out of it though and just grunted back, raising his arms and giving them a flex, the green cannonballs that were his biceps ballooning even more ridiculously in size, "Heh, not bad fer an elf, but no pink-skin can match an orc for size," he smirked back, Taerik just tutting before raising his own arms, and the moment he flexed them, Slek's eyes went as wide as dinner-plates.

While they looked to be of similar size to the orc's before, they'd at least -trebled- in size now, looking a little comical even on the elf's mighty frame, especially since at their size, they nearly reached his head. To Slek though, this only meant he had to try harder, and he moved on to showing off his pride and joy, his chest. He lowered his arms and grunted again, pushing those mammoth pectorals of his outward and flexing them as hard as he could, Taerik biting his lower lip as he watched the green plains grow and grow before his eyes, gaining another few inches in girth and looking so hard that he wouldn't be surprised if the grunt could crush rocks between them.

"Very nice, you're quite possibly the biggest orc I've ever seen, but I'm afraid I'll have to dash your hopes somewhat," the death knight lowered his arms now, a permanent smirk on his lips as he groaned out lowly and flexed his chest, the orc's jaw practically hitting the floor. The moment he flexed, those hills pushed out enormously, advancing almost a foot forward and so solid that even diamonds would likely become dust between those mountains if the elf willed it. Ever the showman, Taerik then began to bounce them in turn, the orc feeling a painful tightness in his shorts as he just stared wide-eyed at the spectacle, those simply-colossal mounds of muscle so easily and so quickly rising and falling, grinding against each other, Slek's mind being flooded with images of him burying a certain part of himself right between those mountains.

"Mmmh, it looks to me like those shorts wont last too much longer, perhaps you should slip out of them," Taerik teased, Slek scowling slightly and kicking off his boots, wrenching his shorts down and stepping out of them. This was one area he -knew- he'd win, and he teasingly stroked over the gigantic, green pillar of meat with a large hand, grinning back at the elf.

"What's the matter, elf? Too big for ya? I'm sure it's -much- bigger than what you're used to in Silvermoon," he scoffed proudly as he continued lightly rubbing himself, precum already leaking out of the end, down that thick, throbbing cock.

The death knight remained silent this time, pulling off his own boots and unclipping the sides of his leg armour, which soon fell to the floor with a heavy 'clunk'. Slek was speechless, how could it be?! Between the elf's legs and filling his extra-large boxers to bursting point, was a simply-gargantuan shaft that was outlined perfectly by the thick cloth, not to mention the outlines of those watermelon-sized balls.

Slek had always been the biggest in that area by miles, and here was some elf which a cock that must have been at least a foot longer -and- thicker than his own massive monster. He just stared for a few more moments, before finally managing to look away, scowling, but with a slight redness across his cheeks. "Tch," was all he said.

Taerik though slowly sauntered upto him, his grin widening, "D'aww, come now, you don't need to feel bad, you've got quite the beast yourself," and as he stood right before him, the orc would turn back just in time to see the hulking death knight lifting an arm, exposing his armpit, a dense swath of blue-black hair jutting out from it. Only half-a-second later he was hit with the powerful, near-overwhelming scent of the elf's musk, the sweaty aroma filling his nostrils and clouding his thoughts a little. Before he could do anything though, Taerik had grabbed the back of Slek's head and crammed him face right into that jungle of fur, burying his face into it, overloading the orc's senses with the even heavier smell of musk, like a fog that poured into the grunt and flooded his body, making him unable to think of anything else but how ridiculously-manly this blood elf was. Slek nuzzled the sin'dorei's armpit, his face soon dripping in the elf's sweat as long, muffled groans left him, Taerik grinning proudly at the effect he was having on the orc, he wasn't surprised though, this method always worked with the more stubborn men.

Eventually, after the orc's mighty body had gone slightly limp, the death knight pulled his head back and released his grip on him. Slek was a bit wobbly on his feet, his eyes glazed over in pure lust, but as he gazed over Taerik now, he just couldn't resist the hugely-muscled daddy, the orc dropping to his knees and reaching forwards, grabbing those boxers and tearing then clean off. He was rewarded with a grunt of relief from the elf and the sight of that enormous member of his springing out, slapping against the orc's face, who could only moan out at the impact.

"Mmmh, you like that don't ya? Feeling a nice, big cock smack against your face," Taerik grinned and grabbed the thick base of his cock, moving it back before smacking it hard over Slek's face again, the warrior groaning out. He just did the same thing again and again, smacking that massive pillar of meat back and forth across the grunt's face, and with each slap, Slek could feel more weight behind it, could the elf not even be fully-hard yet?

Eventually he'd stop, holding that mammoth tool right before the orc's face, pressing it gently against him, the warrior groaning but managing to hold himself back.

"Now, how about you give daddy's cock a nice suck, hmm?" the death knight snickered. That was all Slek needed to hear before he grabbed what he could of the obscenely-thick base in his large hands and began to lick madly over every inch of that pulsating pillar. Taerik arched his back, murring contently and resting a huge hand on the back of the grunt's head, patting him gently, ushering him on. Slek worked his way upto the head before stretching his mouth open wide around it. With a bit of a struggle he managed to cram the immensely-thick shaft into his gob, lapping frantically over the precum-drenched head and guiding inch after inch inside.

The towering blood elf though didn't feel the orc was working quickly enough, and soon slid his hand around to the side of Slek's head, grabbing the other side with his other hand and holding him tightly. Then, after taking a deep breath, he roared out as he thrust with all his might inside, the entirety of his gargantuan erection, every inch, every -foot- of it's great length ploughed into the orc, filling his mouth quickly and soon being forced right down his throat. Slek grunted, having to breathe through his nose rapidly as he felt more and more of that freakishly-colossal meat fill him, until at last his face was buried in the elf's thick jungle of pubic hair. His quick breathing though made sure he'd take in a few more puffs of that overbearing, heady musk, but before he could so much as groan out, Taerik got to work.

He very quickly pulled back out of the orc, pretty soon the whole thing was staring the greenskin back in the face, Taerik rubbing the head teasingly across Slek's lips before he let out another groan and drove it all back down the grunt's throat again. He did this a couple more times, before speeding things up, leaving the head inside him now before he'd thrust back in.

"Nnngh, that's it, take daddy's cock! I bet you've been secretly wishing a big, strapping man like me got you on your knees to worship his massive cock, huh? Bet you've always wanted to be someone's bitch, mmh!" the enormous elf only tightened his grip and increased his pace, mercilessly fucking the other man's face, forcing a blowjob out of him, and from the warrior's gagged moans he seemed to be loving every minute of it too. The death knight soon felt Slek's hands on his massive nuts, the orc groping, fondling and otherwise pleasuring them fervently, clearly eager for Taerik to blow his load, but the man wasn't done yet!

"I know you wanna guzzle down every last drop o' cum in these things, but I know something you'll love even more," he pulled back out of the orc and released his grip on him, pulling him upto his feet. "If you'll just lay back on that table over there, and show me that tight, little hole of yours, I can ram this right up inside ya and we can have some -real- fun," he grinned wickedly at the orc who didn't even hesitate, walking over and climbing up onto the large wooden table. He would never normally act like this, taking such orders from someone else, especially a pink-skin, but -this- elf was something else, his size, his scent, his sheer dominance that seemed to ooze from every pore, the orc couldn't say no, and truthfully, he didn't want to. He climbed up onto the table, laid himself back in the middle of it and raised his legs, showing off his tight hole for the elf who just groaned at the sight of it, quickly moving over and clambering up onto the table himself. He positioned himself so the head of his cock was primed and ready to ravage the orc's rump, Taerik draping the orc's huge legs over his shoulders and gripping the base of his cock.

"I hope you're ready for this," was all he said, before he grunted and fiercely thrust the head of his cock against the orc's hole like a battering ram, and sure enough, after only a couple more jabs, he succeeded in forcing his ridiculously-gigantic manhood into Slek, who only roared out as he felt himself stretch out around it's sheer girth. Not wasting any time the elf just groaned as he grabbed the orc's sides tightly and ploughed more of his immense meat inside him. Again, his patience though was near it's limit, and with a bellowing roar he flexed his mighty muscles, using all of his strength to slam the entire beast deep inside the orc in moments, soon hilting himself, the warrior just yelling out as he felt that goliath cock reach depths he never knew he had, filling him more than even the largest of sex toys he'd secretly used in the past.

Feeling his balls already tightening, the death knight began his ruthless fucking immediately, pulling out of the grunt before thrusting back in, building up a rapid pace and pounding away mercilessly at Slek's hole, an even wider grin on the elf's face now.

"I bet you want to feel this thing blow deep inside you, feel the load of a real man fill you to bursting point, would I be right?" he didn't slow down in the slightest as he spoke though, still fucking the orc hard, only putting more power behind each slam if anything. Slek though didn't respond, a slight glower on his face, not wanting to give the elf more power over him than he already had, though with his own massive erection draped across his own torso, wedged between those mighty pecs of his and spewing precum over his face, well, it was difficult to really look all too dominant anymore.

Taerik could feel it coming, but began to slow in his actions, almost to a stop, "Come on, I want you to beg for it, beg for this stud to fuck you senseless and fill you to the brim with his cum!" he chuckled wickedly.

Slek glared up at him, but he was so desperate for it, feeling the elf's fucking slow was practically torture at this point, and so he did it, he just -had- to, "P-Please..." was all he said at first, but when it was clear this wouldn't cut it... "F-Fuck me, please! I wanna feel your elf-cum deep inside me!".

Well, this was all Taerik needed, and in moments he was right back to fucking the warrior at a breakneck pace, and after only a short while of this, he slammed every inch inside him, arching his back and roaring out as he unleashed his torrent inside the orc, wave after wave of hot, thick and extra-potent cum blasting through him, filling him with it's warmth and thickness.

The orc wasn't far behind, feeling not only the volume, but just the force of that cum blasting into him, was enough to throw him over the edge. With a loud groan he shot his own load right over his face, his hair and chest too splattered in the thick, creamy goo. The fact his tight hole only tightened even more around the death knight's shaft caused even stronger ropes of spooge to blast out of it for a moment, until both Taerik and Slek's loads began to die down, both men panting heavily.

With a -very- proud smirk on his face, the blood elf pulled out, climbing down from the table, "Well, that was certainly a good deal more fun than I'd have guessed, you orc's aren't usually so quick to submit," he snickered cheekily as he pulled his now-tattered boxers back on, before climbing back into his heavy armour.

Slek quickly hopped up himself, glaring back at Taerik, "Tch, just you wait, next time'll be different, I'll have -you- beggin' for a ride on this monster!" he gestured down to own now limp but still -very- impressive manhood, the elf just scoffing.

"If that's what you want to think, but we both know the next time I come by you'll be just as desperate to have me deep inside you," he slipped on his last piece of armour, his gauntlets and headed out the door, turning to the very flustered orc, "But don't worry, daddy will be back in a few weeks," and left, shutting the door behind him, Slek nearly keeling over in anger.