An Unlikely Saviour
The story behind the art, requested by a few people, so I figured why not put it up there for both enjoyment of others and perhaps some critical review. As this one initially was done through roleplay, I have decided to just keep it in that style, even though I am not entirely happy with the constant shifts back and forth. It is what it is, and I hope you enjoy. Feedback and constructive criticism is more than welcome, it is after all the best way for my style to improve.
Horndeir scrambled along the dirt and cobblestone path in approach to the long road that wound it's way to Thunder Bluff, though the city still remained a large blot upon the horizon. He panted and wheezed, sweat glistening across his forehead and cast with a deep orange glow from the steadily sinking sun. He had been travelling since dawn, running a message from Orgrimmar to Thunder Bluff. This was the final day of his travel, the end almost in sight if he travelled at night as well. This was not to be though. As he left the village he had noticed a tail - a large shadow that had followed him for several hours darted from tree to tree. He had brushed the thoughts away, presuming the Tauren lands to be safe from any significant threat.
He had forgotten about the Grimtotem tribe, his knowledge of the affairs of this region was at near the bare minimum needed for his position as just a message runner. The three shapes that broke from the woods to the west however he knew at once would not be friendly. Carrying heavy axes and clad head to toe in tribal armour, they certainly were not on their way as a welcoming party. He stumbled on a loose stone, falling to his knees with a loud crash. He scraped one of his knees which tore through his uniform, cutting into it. The wound stung, as he was not used to pain. He took this opportunity to look behind him once more, and with a curse realised they were gaining on him now. He took off, though with his injury his pace faltered. The lumbering strides of the large Tauren grew ever nearer, like a deep rumble of thunder that would spell his doom.
He looked behind once more, realising they were less than twenty feet from him now. His momentary lapse of concentration would cost him, however, as he fell once again. His knee gave way, making him land heavily onto the floor. He rolled onto his back, holding up his hands in meek surrender to the Tauren and inwardly praying that they would just kill him fast. "Any last words, Elf?" The head of the group spat out to him as he lumbered closer, taking his time now that the chase was through.
A deep, braying roar echoed out - birds taking immediate flight. Over the body of a fallen tree another Grimtotem emerged. Body dusted in the bone-white tribal powders the clan wore when marauding. Massive hands gripped the hilt of two swords carved from heavy stone. A mask of dark leather obscured much of a face - leaving only two burning red eyes visible. Dark fur joined blackened metal around the brute's legs. As the new tauren who drew closer and seemed to make the ground shudder all on his own. One of the Grimtotem turned to this new arrival with a shout of challenge, charging out to meet the oncoming warrior with axe raised to swing. There was a brief clash, an animal scream of pain and the Grimtotem fell - one of his legs completely gone at the hip as Mohatnu charged on past - a few thin drops of crimson trailing from a gouge to the muscular warrior's shoulder. The other two snarled, breaking off and charging Mohatnu together. He slowed to a stop, a fierce grin hidden beneath his mask.
The other two closed and seemed dwarfed by the larger tauren - at least a foot shorter than him and not nearly as muscled. Mohatnu stepped back as they attacked, swinging axes wildly as they threw berserk strength behind their blows. A sharp parry sent an axe spinning before a vicious headbutt cracked a skull and dropped one of the Grimtotem. This left Mohatnu with just the leader. After the vicious strike a searing line of fire ripped across his back, staggering the hulking warrior and sending him stumbling back from the Grimtotem leader. The two tauren stood facing one another, the leader obviously wary. Mohatnu let out a low snarl, fingers flexing on the hilts of his blades before lunging forward. High - his sword was swept away. Low - his sword was buried in the ground. The leader moved to strike when massive fists locked around horns. Another savage roar and Mohatnu flung the stunned leader, slamming him waist first into the ground to the sound of something shattering and a tortured howl of agony.
A massive hoof came down, splintering bone and cutting flesh down to the leader's shattered upper arm. With the leader howling in wretched pain, Mohatnu turned with a snort and hefted one of his blades - impaling the leader through the stomach and savagely wrenching the blade around. He ripped it free and did the same to the Grimtotem he'd knocked skulls with earlier. Leaving the last to die of blood loss - which would be soon - he retrieved his second blade before eyeing the prone form of the elf and stomping over to stand towering above the much smaller male. A low snort, then a rumbling bass that was more felt than heard, "The hell you doin' unarmed in Mulgore?" The long, laconic drawl of the tauren adding an accent to the words.
Horndeir sat in awe at the spectacle before him. The fight, if you could even call it that, was over in moments. The dead and dying Tauren that had almost scared the life out of the small Elf was nothing compared to the formidable warrior that stood before him now. His mouth dropped open and closed for a few moments as he tried to form a coherent sentence to the man in thanks or even to beg in mercy. He picked himself up onto his knees, kneeling in front of the Tauren in gratitude. His spiky-haired head barely went beyond the Tauren's knees. "I- I do not carry weapons, they would only slow me down." He mumbled out almost in apology, he looked up at the Tauren that loomed over him with his ears drooped in nervousness. The rosey tint that normally filled his face was flushed completely white. "You have my sincerest thanks, Tauren. They would have taken my life had you not rescued me. What is your name? I will report your service to the Guards and they will see you justly rewarded for this, I swear it."
As the elf knelt, Mohatnu sneered a bit. He jerked his mask down to display what he thought of most of the elf's words. "Being dead slows you down more than weapons, elf. So does being maimed or mauled," he rammed one of his swords into the ground, reaching his right hand down to haul the young elf to his feet. "Second, tell those worthless Tauren at the Bluff who I am and I'll be the one hunting you down." Heat robbed his words of the drawl, he let go of the elf's arm and examined him with an almost unhealthy amount of intent. He glanced at the slowly darkening sky before back to the elf, "Roads ain't safe - especially near nightfall." His words had cooled, though only a bit, but still had a slight bite to them. "You can keep traveling with a wounded leg and hope no lions, or worse, find you alone and bleeding," he wrenched the sword from the ground, turning away slightly, "Or take refuge in a camp. Your choice." He turned away completely, striding off at a casual pace - though one that ate up the ground with his long stride. The hulking Grimtotem not bothering to mention his name to the elf.
Horndeir quivered as the Tauren spoke, the deep rumble of his voice alone would have been enough to put the young man into his place, let alone having seen what he was capable of in combat. He let out a huff as he was pulled back to his feet, brushing the dirt down from his uniform. "I swear on my life I will not tell anyone of you, if that is what you wish. I owe you a debt I can never repay, little as it may mean to you." He bowed his head slightly in thanks once more, before rising and noticing the gaze that bull put him through, feeling like every fibre of his character was being weighed and assessed by those eyes.
He thought his plan through. If the roads really were as dangerous as he had already experienced, and given his new injury, he doubted it would be wise to continue on. It would be several more hours before he reached the great lifts to Thunder Bluff and he couldn't depend upon another miracle to save himself a second time if he was in trouble once more. "I'll take refuge with you for the night I think. I know I may not be the brightest Elf around, but I am not totally brain dead." He hobbled along after the Tauren, struggling to keep pace with the man now that his injury was starting to burn. The adrenalin of the excitement beforehand had just started to wear off. "I am Horndeir," he continued, trying to make conversation with his saviour to goad him out of his shell. "Horndeir Dawnrunner, Messenger Boy and explorer, at your service." He looked around in the fading light, noticing that there was now quite a distance between them and the road. He supposed he would have to trust this man, because there was unlikely going to be anyone else around in the direction they were headed.
Mohatnu glanced over his shoulder as he walked, remaining quiet as the elf - Horndeir - spoke before turning away to face forward. "Mohatnu, former gladiator, slave, and Grimtotem," came the gruff response. By the time they reached the small, sheltered copse it was mostly night. The tauren left both blades resting against the thick bole of a tree before kneeling down to spark a fire in a well-used firepit, piling logs on top of kindling. The thicket hosted a well-appointed campsite. Various small boxes and satchels hanging from the branches of trees which Mohatnu eased to the ground, producing a large pallet with a single pillow. He opened one crate, looking through it before turning, "Strip your pants off, elf." He rumbled, the order given before he turned around with a various herbal and medical odds and ends in one massive hand and draped over a thick wrist.
Horndeir remained silent from there, having learned of the name and past of the Tauren, it made sense that he had such a formidable past to account for what he was. The Elf was near half the man's height, fully standing his head barely crested above Mohatnu's waistline, and so figured it very wise to not push the man into talking further. He entered the cluster of trees that turned out to be the makeshift camp, standing somewhat awkwardly towards the way they had come and hesitant to enter further. Though he had been saved, he was still not sure about Mohatnu. So much about him rang the often ignored warning bells in his mind. This case was no different and so he did enter fully into it, standing a few feet back as he watched the Tauren work around the camp. As the order was given, he did not hesitate. That voice commanded no disagreement. Turning away from Mohatnu, Horndeir unbuckled the leather belt from around his waist, letting his figure hugging trousers fall to the grassy floor. At the same time he kicked off his boots and socks, leaving himself barefooted. Bending down to retrieve them all gave Mohatnu an unrivalled look at the young man's behind, the toned but perfectly formed buttocks of each cheek swelled nicely atop his long and hairless legs. He stood back up, placing his clothes neatly into the corner and approached the Tauren. "Do you want me to sit down somewhere?"
Mohatnu watched the elf strip down with rather casual detachment, though something stirred inside him as Horndeir bent forward. His eyes lifted before the elf turned, and there was a chance Horndeir caught the end of the look. Ignoring that possibility and focusing on the question, Mohatnu just grunted in acknowledgement, gesturing to the sleeping pallet which Mohatnu was already making his way toward. "Just sit. I know enough herblore and first aid to make sure you won't get an infection and to numb the pain. Once I finish I'll need you to wrap some of my own wounds," he rumbled, hunching down into a kneeling position next to the pallet and setting out what he'd need to get to work - grinding herbs in a dark clay bowl, adding clear spring water to turn the dust into a thick poultice.
Horndeir sat down upon the pallet and looked around the tight ring of trees. There was little sound above the crackling of the fire and the noises of Mohatnu setting to work making the required materials. It was then that he noticed the injuries that the Tauren sustained, previously having been far too focused on his own pain, from the graze across his knee. "You were injured? Mohatnu, I didn't realise! I am so sorry you sustained that just to rescue my sorry behind." He placed his hand gently against the Tauren's back as he continued to work, giving it a soft squeeze into the fur. "I have never seen injuries as bad as that. Would we be better suited taking you to a priest?"
A shudder passed through his body at the soft squeeze, followed by a slight hunching of the shoulders before he relaxed. He retrieved the roll of bandages and slathered most of one length in the poultice before wrapping it around Horndeir's leg, careful not to aggravate the wound in anyway. He brought an end up and bit through it before working it around and tying it tight to hold it in place. "They're minor things. Just do the same as I did for your leg on my shoulder and back and I'll be fine," he responded calmly, standing to shift and putting his back to the boy before leaning forward. "The back wound is mostly superficial. The shoulder is just a deep cut. I've had worse," he glanced over his left shoulder, "And don't faint on me before I'm bandaged up, elf."
Despite himself and the care Mohatnu administered to wrapping his wound, a whimper of pain escaped his mouth as he bit down on his lower lip. Though kicking himself internally for such a pathetic display in front of the warrior, he nodded, "I will do my best, Mohatnu." He rose behind the Tauren, taking the bandages in hand and covering it with the contents of the poultice before wrapping it around the Tauren's right shoulder as gently as possible lest he anger the man. He supposed it was of little concern however, the Tauren had received the wounds with barely a flinch. He wasn't expecting much of a reaction here either. He wound it around tightly before finishing it off with a neat little bow on top of Mohatnu's shoulder. Binding the back however posed far more difficulty. The bull was far too broad around the chest for his hands to wind it around. He opted instead for the Tauren to weave it around the front, passing the end back to him with each attempt. A two man effort for this one, he finally managed to complete the task, tying this one too with a tight bind and a cute bow with the remaining material. He exhaled deeply once it was over, shakily going back to his sitting position on the pallet. "I have no idea how people can stand to be around injuries like that. Did I do a good enough job for you Mohatnu?"
He looked at the bow on his shoulder with the faint expression of wondering if he should have left it to bleed. A shake of his head and he rose, rolling his shoulder slowly, "Good enough. As for injuries, you get used to them. Anything you can walk away with is something to celebrate." He rummaged through a satchel, drawing out wrapped packages and a jug that was normal-sized in the tauren's hand as well as a small cup that looked like a child's toy in comparison to the Tauren's hulking size. He set both jug and cup down next to Horndeir before unwrapping the packages to reveal hanks of bloody meat. He jammed sharpened, fire-blackened sticks through each hunk before he set them over the fire to roast. Fat dribbled into the flames, sparking and popping as the scent of cooking beef filled the copse. He settled back - not on the pallet but close by - and poured a measure of strong grain alcohol into a decently sized tankard for Horndeir. "Here. Helps with the pain," he grunted, taking his own grateful swallow from the jug.
"I suppose our views differ there. I think it would be better had one simply not sustained the injuries to begin with. One should celebrate not being injured at all by avoiding conflict to begin with." Though he stopped his lecture, reasoning that Mohatnu had led far too different of life to appreciate his own admittedly sheltered views. Instead he sat in silence, watching the meat start to cook as the drinks were poured. His hand reached out, accepting the tankard with an uncertain look at the contents. "If you say so." He was still unsure as he rose it to his lips to take a small sip. His reaction was almost instant as he felt the burn hit the back of his throat. He coughed and spluttered, barely managing to avoid spilling the tankard itself. He put it beside him as he leaned off of the pallet, coughing up the alcohol onto the grass. "What in Azeroth is that!?" He asked indignantly after the coughing fit subsided. He looked down at the tankard, gave a sigh and put it back up to his lips to try another, far more controlled sip of the contents. It still burned, but not quite as much as last time given the new care.
He snorted a laugh, setting the jug down and running a hand over his lips. "Homemade Dark Pinnacle Fire Water. Good enough to strip the colour off a dragon," he said simply, taking another long swallow before setting the jug down and turning the meat on the stakes. He settled back again and cast a sidelong glance at Horndeir, flicking quick glances over his bare legs and his slender torso - and the crotch on relative display. But always returning his attention to the hanks over the flames. Once the outer meat had darkened he pulled them from the flames, slapping them onto the waxy paper and passing one to Horndeir. "Here, taken fresh this morning," he rumbled, letting his own cool before breaking out a loaf of bread and setting it on the ground between the two of them. "Last meal you'll get until Thunder Bluff, and last good meal you'll get until Orgrimmar."
The elf failed to notice the glances across his bare legs and body. As the temperature started to increase due to the crackling fire he stretched his arms above his head to pull off his shirt - which was soon followed by the white undershirt he wore beneath that. Horndeir sat there watching the dancing flames as the meat slowly cooked. Today had taken quite the turn of events. He had expected to be in Thunder Bluff by now, in a cosy Inn within the safe city boundaries and guarded as he slept. It was how he always travelled on these runs. He was not bred for the life of roughing it as he was right now. He pulled himself out of these thoughts as Mohatnu offered him the bread and meat with a mumbled thank you. He took them, slowly chewing down the food, though he was too deep in thought to pay much attention to the food. "Mohatnu.. I was meaning to ask." He said, turning his gaze to the Tauren as he shifted himself to face the bull. "Why? Why did you rescue me? Dress my wounds and feed me like you have? What do you have to gain from putting your life at risk like that? You have already declined my offer of a reward from the guards. I will not pry into your business as to why you would refuse, as I am sure your reasons are your own. But. . . what do you have to gain from all this?" He sat watching the Tauren, slowly masticating his food as he waited for the response.
"It was coincidence, saving you. I had been tracking Grimtotem since the first scout I butchered this morning," he took a bit of the slightly rare meat. "Found the rest of the small warband and went to lay a trap for them at the small crossroads, easiest spot to prey on travelers, there. Close enough to the Bluff to relax their guard, far enough away to not have help. Once they broke from cover I followed suit. As for everything else? I'm a member of the Horde. You're a member of the Horde. That simple. I wouldn't cast anyone aside unless they were beyond saving." He took another swallow of his alcohol, taking a moment. "Besides, you're easy enough on the eyes that the company isn't that bad. Except when you switch back to being an elf while you're talking." He went back to his meal, finishing up the hank of meat and tossing the bone aside before settling back to watch the fire and wait for the inevitable responses.
One of Horndeir's long eyebrows rose questioningly. "I suppose that is true enough, if a little confusing for me to some degree. But enough of that. What exactly do you mean by me being easy on the eyes? Second of all, what exactly do you mean when I switch back to being an elf when I talk? Of course I would. I was born and raised as an elf, or were you forgetting that?" He bit his tongue as he asked that. Was that what the Tauren had meant? The snooty way he addressed other races was rather condescending at times but. . . Well, it was the way he had been raised to approach others! His parents certainly hadn't helped with that attitude. He stared back into the fire and hung his head apologetically. "I am sorry if I am arrogant at times. It is something I struggle to overcome. It has gotten me into more trouble with other races than anything else has." He sighed, having only finished a quarter of his food before becoming thoroughly filled up. Leaning back against the pallet, he stretched his legs out before him and sighed. "Though that does still leave my original question, what do you mean by my being 'easy on the eyes'?"
Mohatnu resisted the urge to chuckle at the tone, just nodding his head at the apology before waiting to answer the main question Horndeir still had. He took another long swallow from his jug before setting it aside, turning to face the elf. Night had fallen and the fire and fitful starlight was the only illumination in the copse. His eyes seemed to glow red from the flames as he said in a low, slightly husked voice. "I mean, elf," he reached a massive hand out to wrap fingers around Horndeir's thigh and give it a light squeeze. Callused fingers slid along his inner thigh - the knuckle of his furthest finger brushing very close to the bulge in Horndeir's skin-tight red boxers. "... That ya make my blood flow south." He rumbled, the drawl returning to his words as he continued lightly massaging Horndeir's inner thigh. "If you get my meanin', Horndeir."
It came as a surprise as the bull reached across to Horndeir, too surprised at the action and the confidence Mohatnu possessed in doing it that he just sat there with his mouth slightly agape. A weight seemed to be in the back of his throat as he tried to choke out a response, feeling the fingers rubbing back and forth over his smooth-skinned leg. "Oh." He said simply before sitting up somewhat, more tense than he had been moments before. "I see." His hand rested against Mohatnu's finger, firmly pushing it away from his leg even though he knew it would not budge unless the Tauren allowed it to. "I am flattered, obviously but, ah. . . I don't like males. I am - I mean - you know. I like women." He finished rather lamely, as ever when a subject like this was raised, there was a niggling of intrigue about the subject, a certain yearning to find out more, though he never would approach it himself. "If that is what you think is going to happen, sorry, but you are mistaken."
Mohatnu snorted, slowly removing his hand as he laughed. "I like women too, elf. I also find men attractive." He continued to lay on his side, facing Horndeir with a steady gaze. "Also, how sure are you that you only like women?" The tauren shifted, the alcohol only a minor push to his impulses. The sound of metal clinking against metal filled the room before the heavy belt was tossed away, followed by a grunting squirm as the iron and leather greaves followed. A breechcloth of dark fabric was all that remained on the tauren and it did nothing to hide the semi-erect member between his legs. A strong scent soon filled the copse: a thick aroma that carried the tauren's normal scent as well as the strong smells of sweat and arousal. He shifted closer, letting the firelight play over his shaft. "One night, elf... one night to see. After all, I did save your life."
"I am as sure as one can be on the matter." He said, trying to seem adamant in his decision, though there was that unmistakable quiver to his words. His cheeks tinged a deep shade of rose as he watched the Tauren undo his buckle and remove his leggings, finding himself to regret his earlier decision to disrobe at the fire's warmth. Though try as he might, he could not help but look at the semi-erect member that the Tauren revealed to him. It was significantly larger than his own at almost twice the size in just the Tauren's semi erect state. Horndeir felt put to shame. The smell was what hit him next: the undeniable smell of masculinity, one that Horndeir was not all that used to being around. The scent made his delicate nostrils twitch as it filled his nose. His eyes remained locked on the member, taking great effort for him to look up and meet the Tauren's gaze. "You did save my life, Mohatnu. . . I have never slept with anyone before." He confessed in embarrassment. "Not with man or woman. I wouldn't even know how to do it with another man. You don't exactly have the equipment for it." He chewed his lower lip nervously as he thought it through. "If I were to do it. . . you promise that you would not tell a soul it happened?" Inside he was in absolute turmoil. How was he even considering going along with this?
He smiled at Horndeir, his member stiffening until it was fully erect from the gaze of the elf. "Mm... I won't tell anyone, darlin'," he said slowly, staring hungrily at Horndeir. "And trust me, I'll take good care of a sexy boy like you." He shifted closer until he was close enough for his hot breath to wash over the bare chest of the young elf. His hand reached out - far more bold than before - to begin slowly stroking over the front of Horndeir's tight boxers. "We're all alone out here, and we have the whole night for some fun. Can be our little secret." He moved his other hand to begin slowly pumping his own glistening shaft, the smell of sex growing only stronger from the long strokes.
The elf looked on in awe as Mohatnu's manhood reached it's full length, easily as long as Horndeir's forearm and just as wide. He gulped nervously at the idea of what might be happening next, making a nervous whimper and scooting away slightly as the Tauren moved closer until he was almost at the edge of the pallet. He shivered slightly at the feel of the warm breath from the Tauren flowing across his chest, making his own manhood start to stiffen inside of his undergarments. He trusted the bull would keep his word on the secret, but even then he was not exactly jumping at the idea. "Will it hurt?" He asked softly, moments before he let out a small whine at the gentle caress over his boxers. His own member pressed against the hand at the sensation. The musky scent that left the Tauren combined with how close the man was made Horndeir's head almost dizzy, but more so did the butterflies that fluttered in his belly.
"A little," Mohatnu admitted with a slight nod of his head. "But I'll go nice and slow for you until you're ready for somethin' rougher. Now stand on up. I still feel in a givin' mood," he murmured, giving Horndeir's stiff member a squeeze through his boxers. "Trust me when I say I think you're goin' to enjoy what I'll be doin' next, darlin'." That wide and wicked grin tugged slightly from the scar on his mouth as he waited for the elf to stand up. A low moan of pleasure left his chest, his voice becoming a bit huskier, "And hell... look what you're doin' to me with your boxers still on..." he rumbled with a light laugh, his shaft glistening more as pre oozed from the head and coated the length with his pumping hand.
"Okay, I trust you Mohatnu." Horndeir murmured in an increasingly lust filled voice, rising shakily to his feet he stood before the Tauren still standing between his long legs. His hands took ahold of the lining to his underwear, slowly lowering them down to reveal his trimmed pubic hairs and steadily revealing his rather average sized manhood. As the last of the band left it, the elven length sprung up to attention before the Tauren. A tiny spatter of pre slung across Mohatnu's nose. "Oh, gosh! I am so sorry." Horndeir whined, moving to wipe it away from him quickly. He gave a small grin though as he saw just how turned on the Tauren was, taking a bit of pride from just how much of an effect he was having on him. "I have to admit, this is not quite how I would imagine my first time with someone." He said with a cheeky smile, trying to make light of what was a very nervous development to the evening for him. It felt almost as terrifying as the chase and fight that had preceded it, if not more so.
He just smiled, running a large and roughened hand over Horndeir's shaft and balls before glancing up at him and arching an eyebrow. "Hm... Well, I think I can make it a bit more like you imagined," he rumbled, releasing his own shaft to reach his hand around and tug Horndeir over to him. He opened his mouth, his long and flat tongue sliding out to drag up along either of the elf's balls and then along the underside of his shaft and all the way to the tip. The Tauren gave it a long and slow lick that sent the manhood bobbing up and down. He let his eyes droop halfway closed, dragging the hot, wet organ along the same path again before wrapping chapped lips around shaft and head to suckle noisily on Horndeir's cock. The large tauren let out muffled sounds of pleasure that sent thrumming vibrations into the much smaller elf as he lapped at the trapped member, lightly brushing teeth against the sensitive length held between his lips.
Horndeir gasped in pleasure as he felt the warm and wet tongue running across his hairless ballsack, making its way along the underside and making his knees weak in pleasure. "Mohatnu, that. . . it feels so good." He gasped out, another gush of precum leaking from the tip in a generous amount at the sensation. His hands ran across Mohatnu's head in appreciation to the sensation. Despite himself Horndeir started craving for more of it. The sucking on his sensitive head combined with the thrumming vibrations quickly drove the inexperienced elf towards the edge of orgasm. "Gah, Mohatnu, I can't hold back much longer." He gave in warning, though he managed to hold it back for a while longer. Thrusting back and forth slightly inside the Tauren's mouth, he started to gasp and moan in a high pitched voice of pleasure. Under any other circumstances it would have made him feel ashamed, but at the moment he did not care one ounce. All he cared about was the mouth that his member steadily thrust into. With a final loud moan that made his toes curl up and fingers dig into the Tauren's head, he felt his knees tremble and his orgasm explode through him. His seed spurted out in long, generous ropes for an elf of his size, filling the Tauren's mouth with it.
Mohatnu pulled away as the last spurts filled his mouth, his cheeks bulging out before he turned his head to spit the seed out onto the grass nearby. He lapped at his lips, at the very least enjoying the taste of the small boy's cock and balls before rising up slowly. He towered over the slight elf in front of him, his drooling cock already at head height and resting on Horni's shoulder. He stared down into that pale face and elven smirk. He lifted a large hand and pressed it down onto Horni's golden hair, stroking slowly as the massive cock oozed out thick, sticky pre down along the boy's back. "Well now, darlin', I think it's only right ya return the favour. Unless yer thinkin' I'm the type to suck and not get anythin' fer it."
Horndeir gasped and somewhat reluctantly allowed the warm mouth to pull away from his member. It was already softening. The elf was thoroughly spent after he had finished. He was brought back to the moment as the Tauren loomed over him and the weight of the engorged member pressed down on his shoulder. He could feel the hot precum leaking down along his back. A spike of nervousness took over as the large Tauren's hand gripped around his spiky-haired head, making him shiver involuntarily with fright. "Oh, erm... you mean... but..." He tried to look around for an excuse to leave and have this over with but he could hardly leave the camp's safety at night. "I'm not... you know... I don't like men. I mean, I don't mind letting you touch me but..." His shoulder shifted to indicate the throbbing cock on his shoulder. "It's not my thing." He chuckled nervously.
Mohatnu arched an eyebrow, "Boy, lemme put this in another way. Yer out here, all alone, except for a massive Grimtotem that just took out three others like they were gnomes." He dropped the hand from Horni's head to his cheek, cupping it and saying in a low voice, "And anyone who gets hard from a guy touchin' and suckin' them ain't not into guys." His hand still resting on Horni's cheek he said in a low and deep voice, "Now. We can do this the mutual way. Or we can do this dry."
Horndeir whimpered as Mohatnu spoke. It was true. It was not exactly going to be easy to get out of this, seeing as there was no one around to help get him out of here. He flinched as the hand cupped his cheek, his eyes shimmering in the moonlight as he looked up to Mohatnu. "I promise it's not that I am into men... just... it felt good." He shrugged dejectedly. He was more trying to fool himself than the large tauren. Another dribble of precum ran down his back, making it very hard to ignore the member that rested on his shoulder. "What if I refuse? It's not like I have to put that thing in my mouth."
Mohatnu gave a slow nod. "Indeed ya don't..." He kept nodding as his massive hand dropped down to grab Horni around the waist and lift his body easily off the ground. He dangled Horni above him so he was eye to eye with the massive Grimtotem. Mohatnu's other hand reached down, gripping his throbbing member and tilting it up before slowly lowering the tiny elf down. The next thing Horni felt was the massive, flared head pressing between the pale and bubbly cheeks of the poor, slender elf. Sticky pre smeared against his smooth ass as that thick, flared tip pressed up against his pale virgin hole. Those bright red eyes stared into the green ones of the elf in response. "Like I said - do it the mutual way, or the dry way... an' it'll only be dry for the first minute or two. But you can guess what that minute'll be like."
The elf squirmed in the Tauren's grip as he was held entirely off the ground. His hands gripped tightly onto those that held him, trying fruitlessly to pull himself free. He let out a cry of terror as he felt the flared cock press between his pert cheeks. Precum smeared itself across them and between across the cleft of his ass. His hole clenched tightly to try and stop any entry, though thankfully Mohatnu stopped before that happened. "Wait, stop, please!" He begged, his emerald green eyes meeting the Tauren's, pleading in their wide-eyed state. "Okay, you made your point. I'll return the favour, just... not that." He said, ears drooping as he gave in, there was little hope of getting out of this without finishing the Tauren off. If he could make the man finish in his mouth at least he stood a chance of having his rear spared from the beast. "Just... please... be gentle." He murmured, waiting to be lowered back to the ground to please the manhood that pressed firmly against his virgin pucker.
--- --- --- Mohatnu smirked lightly, "Hm..." he rumbled, instead of lowering the slim elf he began to move his soft ass up and down along the massive member that reared between his thick cheeks. The motion smeared the warm pre along the veiny length of the flared shaft, "Darlin', if it's one or the other, I'm gonna choose somethin' fun for both of us." He continued pumping the young elf up and down along his shaft slowly, letting the flared tip tease against his untouched hole each time. He leaned his head forward and lapped his wide and flat tongue over one of the elf's pert nipples. "Tell me, how slick does that thick thing feel between your wonderful little cheeks?"
The elf's eyes drooped slightly as he shuddered in the Tauren's hands. He could feel the bull's large, veiny cock rubbing teasingly back and forth along his unclaimed hole. Somehow the sensations were undeniably pleasant to the young elf in a perverse kind of way. The pre covered shaft was turning him on once more, his cock slowly twitching back to life at the sensation of the warm girth hot-dogging his cheeks though he refused to acknowledge it. He gasped as the tongue licked across one of his nipples, the warmth in stark contrast to the night's air. His legs kicked out in pleasure for a moment, which made his cheeks squeeze even tighter against the rubbing member between them. "Please, just let me suck you to finish. We can be done with this... just... Not this, I don't think I could take a thing even half it's size." He whined, his head bowing in another moan of pleasure as the attention to his small and pink nipple grew.
A low growl came as his tongue continued to lap at that stiff, pink nipple before those red eyes dropped down to the stiff shaft peeking out from between their two bodies. He continued to growl before saying in a low voice, "Darlin', it's a bit too late for that." Holding Horni steady, he slid him down again. The flared head pressed hard against that tight little hole, forcing it open slowly around that massive head with no training for the poor elf that was gripped tight in the Grimtotem's hand. He closed his eyes, snorting and moaning as he forced inch after inch of his throbbing, hard shaft into that tight, once-virgin hole. The shaft had been lubed up just enough from the rutting against the youth's cheeks. It wasn't dry and wasn't as uncomfortable as it could have been for the slender elf slowly being stuffed full of the massive cock of a giant, horny tauren.
A whimper met the growl as he realised what was about to happen. His eyes were wide in fear and he started to squirm more in the Tauren's hold, but to no avail. Deep down Horndeir wasn't trying as hard as he might have, almost as if a part of him wanted this to happen. "No wait, plea- ahhhh!" He broke of into a wordless cry, his moan turning into a loud and high pitched yowl which echoed around the camp. His hole was clamped as tight as possible, though the sheer pressure slowly forced his ass to stretch around the flared head. He writhed in pain as his once-virgin hole spread more. The Tauren didn't let up, and with a loud, slopping sound, his hole swallowed up the head and an inch of the member beneath it.
"Damn it!" The elf cried, shuddering slightly as the bull in front of him forced more of the manhood inside of him. He was about to beg for the man to stop, when the flared head pressed against a spot inside of him - his prostate. He shuddered and moaned loudly, a small squirt of precum leaving his manhood inspiring his hole to clench even tighter for a moment as he writhed - only this time in pleasure. "You bastard, how dare you?!" Horndeir managed to get out, before another press against that spot made him shudder in pleasure once more until he was moaning like a woman.
Mohatnu snorted - a slightly breathy sound that was half a laugh and half a sound of pleasure. "Easily enough," he rumbled, before pulling Horni from his shaft and turning him around in his hands so the youth's back was to the massive bull. Then, once more, that thick head was pressing against the loosened hole and pushing inside. The massive tauren slowly pulled Horni back along his shaft, rocking his hips and holding the slight elf with both of his large hands. It wasn't too long, since he wasn't being as gentle as he could be, before the bubble butt bumped into coarse, black fur and his small, smooth sack pressed against the massive furred sack of the tauren. The poor youth was stuffed full of the pulsing cock. Mohatnu held him there, rocking his hips and grinding his shaft inside of the elf's used hole before saying in a husky, rough voice. "Say a prayer that you'll be able to walk tomorrow, elf," he growled before beginning to slowly pump the slender youth back and forth along the massive shaft, using his lithe body as if it were a toy.
Horndeir felt a glimmer of hope as he felt the cock withdrawing from his body. It took a grunt of pain from him and one strong tug from the tauren to withdraw the large head from his hole. It made the elf whimper in gratitude as it finally left him. Though in a way, he now felt so empty without having it filling him. The sensation was short lived as he was spun back around, looking away from the Tauren and into the trees and the rest of the campsite. His hands punched against the Tauren's own, trying to make him let go before he felt the large head ram its way deep inside him once more. He felt helpless in the bull's grip as he was held aloft over the bull's hips, his feet well clear of touching the ground as he was bounced up and down along the veiny bullhood. "Fucking, damn it, let me go!" He yelled in anger, though there wasn't much venom in his words. The pleasure of the teasing to his prostate was really taking its toll on his slim body. He grunted and moaned as the Tauren's cock thrust its way steadily deeper, leaving him in quite a state of shock when his rear pressed against the furred man's hips. How in blazes had he managed to take all that? Though it was barely even a coherent thought, all he could think of was just how much of the Tauren was now stuffed inside him. His small balls rested against the huge, furry ones, soon feeling his hairless ones tightening up once again as he weakly orgasmed from the sensations of being filled so much. He writhed once again, his legs kicking out in trembling pleasure "Fuck you, beast!" He cursed through gritted teeth at the Tauren's rumbling and teasing voice. He wasn't going to just give the Tauren the satisfaction of his submission like that.
Another sound - something almost animalistic - left the tauren at the elf's words. His fingers tightened and his lips pulled back as he bared his teeth to begin more rapidly and forcefully pounding the small youth. "Ya already are," he rumbled out between heavy breaths of pleasure. The smooth sack of the slender elf bounced against the heavy nuts of the large tauren, Horni's cheeks hitting the fur-covered crotch of the great brute with a slightly muffled slapping sound. Mohatnu was letting out more frequent moans, his massive chest rising and falling as he began to breathe a bit hard from the rapid pumping of the slender elf along that throbbing member. He bent forward, slowing the rapid pumping to whisper in a hushed voice, "And it looks like yer enjoyin' it..."
Horndeir shut his eyes, trying to block out what was happening to his body. The relentless pounding thrusts of the Tauren rutting into him was not something one could simply ignore. Being used like a breeding toy for a bull in Mulgore was not how he imagined losing his virginity. He had always imagined it would be between the sheets with a female lover instead of this. His toes curled up and his eyes clenched shut as he reached another pitiful orgasm, though barely anything left his drained balls this time. "I am not, you cow!" He spat out, though he knew as well as the Tauren that was a lie. His hole clenched as virginally tight as ever around the pounding shaft, unable to grow used to the large intruder the Tauren was forcing him to accommodate. The sounds of their heavy rutting filled the campsite, the slapping of flesh of fur and the squelch of the precum as the cock pounded into a newly claimed hole. The moans and whines from the small squirming elf mixing with the heavy grunts and snorts from the large Tauren for an animalistic ambience of shameless breeding.
The Tauren growled and the pumping became something harder and more brutal in punishment for being called a 'cow'. He kept up that highly punishing pace for three minutes before relenting... somewhat. Horni was pumped into faster but with less force behind it, the massive tauren behind him beginning to tense up as his balls tightened against the base of his shaft. His fingers gripped tighter on the hips of the slender youth as his chest began to rise and fall in shallow breaths before finally burying his cock completely inside of Horni. He held him there as hot, flooding explosions of thick spunk shot from the head of his cock - filling up the boy's ass with the warm and sticky mess. The tauren began fucking the Elf in earnest again, using the boy to ride out his orgasm in a surge of wild and desperate pleasure before the last ropes of cum were shot out, splattering instead against the bare back and ass of the youth. Spent, Mohatnu unceremoniously let Horni drop from his hands into the mess on the ground beneath them. The tauren's shaft drooped and oozed cum-laced ropes of precum onto the bare ass and legs of the youth.
The punishing, pounding thrusts shut Horndeir up from further denial and taunting, reducing him to little more than a gasping and moaning mess of a boy in the Tauren's hands. He could feel the mounting orgasm of the bull as the precum leaking quite copiously from his hole was soon joined by the potent Tauren seed. He couldn't hold it in anymore, the pleasure was becoming too much. Finally, with the punishing fuck raining down on and through him, he threw his denial and honor to the wind. "Ah fuck, fill me! I want to feel your seed inside of me!" He whined out unashamed. "Breed me like you would a woman!" He knew he would be disgusted with himself later for that one, but right now all he cared for was feeling the Tauren's release.
He wish was soon granted as he was slammed fully down, feeling the potent bull cum flooding inside of him with each long spurt from the flared head. He rode out the orgasm in a state of bliss he had never before experienced, barely noticing until the cock was finally and fully withdrawn from him. He fell to the floor heavily, his mind still blanked in pleasure. He could feel the last of the cum squirting out around his back, ass and legs, much of it still leaking from his hole. He lay where he had fallen, panting heavily as he came down from his high, coated in sweat as well as the bull's seed.
Letting loose a long and low sigh of pleasure, Mohatnu stared down at the spent elf lying at his hooves. He smirked, moving over to Horni's discarded clothing and picking up his pants to wipe himself clean. He eyed the soiled garment before shrugging and tossing them over one shoulder - followed by the youth's undergarments before moving around the camp and collecting his gear. The tauren looked over at Horni and smirked as he dressed and dropped a thick, fat-bladed knife beside the spent youth. "Don't ya worry now, the smoke'll keep predators out, so ya'll be just fine," he turned, walking from the camp with the youth's garments still held in one hand. "Go on an' let the Bluff Striders know who took yer panties, too!" he called back with a laugh before lumbering off into the darkness and leaving the boy alone with the still crackling campfire, a bedroll, and his shirt.
Horndeir was barely in any state to notice Mohatnu taking all of his gear and clothing, though he finally did roll over onto his side to watch the man. "Please, no! Leave me something to wear. At least leave my gold and the message." He begged, though he was too weak and spent to so much as stand from where he lay. He slumped back down in the grass, watching the Tauren walk into the darkness. He felt suddenly alone. The last thing he needed with his mind in turmoil about all that had just happened to him.
Although he was in such a state of uncertainty about the whole experience, the exhaustion finally won through and claimed the youth with a deep sleep. Naked next to the crackling fire, still coated heavily in the strong smelling seed, he slept. In his dreams the Tauren waited to claim his body once again, though this time, Horndeir gave in much more willingly.
When dawn arrived the message and the gold would be there, but none of the clothing the tauren had taken. The massive hooves lead noticeably off into the darkness before vanishing halfway out as if the massive brute had never existed.