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| Laid Up in Traction (part 1)
[m tauren/f orc, nurse, Moog in trouble again, Moog falls in love?, slight romance immediately ruined by huge amounts of cum] Moog hated Desolace. This was the last time he would be here, and he really meant it this time. He was going to try escorting the kodo caravan one more time. The thought of running across another giant right in the middle of the road made him think, "just leave, go find somewhere else to work." But he was determined, he was going to give it one last shot. If he can get through this, maybe he'll try sticking with this country, see what else he could get done. So, when he said that this was the last time he would be here, he didn't really mean it at all. A week later, Moog thought that next time he's going to listen to himself and just leave. He tried not to think of the humiliating escape from hyenas biting at his arms and legs, just to run into a bunch of infernals and succubi. He hadn't even strayed from the road without being chased across the country from this pack of animals or that bunch of demons. He still winced every time he remembered himself looking back as the hyenas finally let him run off, not noticing that he was running right into the swinging fist of an infernal. Moog couldn't help but to entertain the fantasies of going down to that bunker in the barrens, finding Rethgar Deathgate, and warstomping the shit out of him. He had spent the last several days, broken and bruised, in an Orgrimmar infirmary. Broken right leg, broken left arm, two broken ribs, three bruised ribs. Plenty of bruises, scrapes and cuts. Several bite marks. His right eye was finally able to see since the swelling went down. The thing that puzzled the medics the most was the whip marks on his back and his butt, which Moog would not even admit to how he had gotten, but they were apparently related to some minor rope burns he had on his wrists. In retrospect, he would have much preferred more of what happened in Ashenvale to this. A young orc woman entered his hut, wearing light leathers painted with a medic insignia. Moog continued to stare straight up at the ceiling, hanging in his cot, his broken leg and arm held up in a sling, encased in the biggest casts the Orgrimmar medic corps had ever made. His body was practically painted in bandages, on his face, arms, legs, torso, on his back, and even around his tail, which stuck out of the bottom of the cot through a hole, gently brushing against the ground. His manhood was actually bandaged the first day he was brought in, but the medics later realized that apparently he had been sexually taken advantage of in Desolace, so all that redness and soreness was not really an injury and wouldn't need bandages. A small blanket covered some of his torso as he laid in the cot, and he held it down with his hands, gripping the edges with his fingers, feeling like it was the last thing that protected his still somewhat sensitive groin area from the harsh reality of the world. He closed his eyes and frowned. She was going to have to ask him questions, and he was going to have to talk to her. It still hurt a little to breath, but really he just didn't want people seeming to obsess about just how much he got his ass kicked. "Feeling better today?" the nurse tried mixing cheerful with concern. Moog just mumbled in response with his usual low tauren grumble. She came over and checked his bandages. His wounds had stopped bleeding a few days earlier, so the bandages were still dry. He seemed to be recovering steadily as expected. Lorgrah sighed to herself. She had never seen a tauren so abused before. She knew they weren't invincible, but she had seen taurens take plenty of punishment. It was almost as if whatever did this to him had a lot of fun doing it. Of course, that was evident from all the saliva he had on his wounds, apparently being licked all over, Moog wouldn't tell them that it was from the succubi. There were other fluids found on his fur as well, but they were cleaned off immediately without bothering to identify them. "Could you turn on your side so I can check your back please?" Lorgrah asked in the most polite and sincere voice she could muster. Moog didn't seem to soften to this, but he grumbled quietly and turned to his side. She checked the bandages on his back, and they seemed fine as well. She gently removed one on his back that seemed to have a slight tinge of dark blood on it, and saw a lash mark that was still healing. Another bandage was replaced, and she ended with "Alright, you can turn over again." Moog turned over on his back again, frowning. Lorgrah could see he hated this, the way he stared up at the ceiling like he would burn a hole through it, his constant upset frown. She steeled herself. "I um... have to look under your blanket now." Moog still acted distant but took his hands off the blanket, crossing them over his chest, still staring up at the ceiling, almost ashamed at the actual shame now than the injuries, knowing that he must seem like kind of a jerk. Lorgrah lifted the blanket and looked underneath. She heard the nervous whispers from the other nurses who checked up on Moog, and finally saw for herself what kept their gossip to whispers. For a second, she felt like she had opened a treasure chest. She quickly professionalized, ignoring that huge... thing, and checked the bandages on his legs. "Well, everything is fine... I mean, it looks good." Lorgrah stopped herself. Just never mind. "Another week and you should be on your hooves again. I'll be back to check up on you tomorrow." She smiled politely at him, but he continued to stare up at the ceiling. She turned to leave, and at the door she heard him nervously mumble "thank you." She turned to look, and he was looking directly at her. She could see in his eyes that he looked pained and vulnerable. Then again, he was almost always pained and vulnerable. Lorgrah approached him again. "Could I get you anything?" Moog still didn't want to talk, but he couldn't help it, almost in a kneejerk reaction to her kindness. "Could I have a pillow?" he asked. Lorgrah smiled kindly and left the room for a minute, entering with the largest pillow she could find. She helped Moog adjust it under his head. They smiled at each other, Moog's smile a little more subdued, and she whispered "good night" and left the room. A few more days passed. Moog had gotten used to being laid up and having people around him. He came to the realization that after he had recovered, he would be out there again, and will learn from this mistake, as he had learned from many others in the past. He may be falling behind the rest of the horde's adventurers and heroes, but Moog would do things on his own time and keep fighting blah blah, basically the same things he was determined to do. Moog figured his next vow to himself should be to stop reconfirming his goals over and over again. Then he could vow not to have to vow not to reconfirm etc, it could go on and on. He didn't have much else to do all day, laying in a cot on his back, brushing his tail against the ground and dreaming of being out there again. Over a little time, Moog had struck up a little friendship with Lorgrah. She was easy on the eyes, for an orc woman, but it was really her kindness and charm that softened him up. Of course, since his injuries, he had not been able to find any sexual output, and this only gave Lorgrah a more attractive glow, sort of clouding Moog's mind. "And how are you today?" Lorgrah said with a polite, even cute, smile as she entered the room. Moog smiled back at her, saying, "I'm feeling better all the time, thanks to you." Lorgrah blushed. She actually had not had much experience as a horde medic, and this was the first time a patient complimented her directly. "Oh... thank you very much," and she gave that cute smile again. "I think your bandages can finally all come off today." Moog and Lorgrah chatted for a minute about his recovery progress. Within a few minutes, a couple of horde guards came in to help carry Moog out of his cot, into a shower room, setting him on the floor. Lorgrah thanked them and then they left. She closed a curtain to block the room off, and pulled a small wooden lever on the wall, starting a small fountain of water from the ceiling cascading onto the floor, where it drained through a small fenced hole. Moog was partially dreading this since the previous day when Lorgrah hinted at him that he would need to be bathed soon. The implications of that were infinite to Moog, and it was like doorways of his mind opened up to all the possibilities and my god it's full of stars and he became a star child, etc. Except instead of that, it was mostly about him having to fight to keep from getting an erection. Lorgrah stood over him. "I'll need to take your blanket for now... I'll be gentle, don't worry," she said with that same smile that Moog had grown to look forward to. He felt like she would be able to get him to do anything she wanted as long as she smiled at him that way. He took the blanket off of himself, leaving himself completely naked, but Lorgrah ignored this, and thanked him as she took the blanket and gently tossed it to a dry side of the room. She focused hard to ignore his nudity, but she ignored it as she knelt down to start removing the bandages on his arms. A few were still sealed on with medical adhesive, and she made sure to very carefully peel them off. Moog gasped quietly as the occasional fur hair tugged on it. "I'm sorry, that hurts doesn't it?" Lorgrah asked in her kindest voice. Moog responded, "I'm alright, just keep going. I can take it." Moog smiled at her, and she smiled back sweetly. Moog's mind swirled with thoughts of her, tenderly taking care of him all this time, and how he would surely miss her when he left to adventure again. She had taken all of the bandages off of his arms, placing them in a small pile. There were a few on his face that she made sure to remove extra carefully, which Moog seemed to have no problem with. He actually had few remaining scars, most of his cuts turning out to be pretty shallow. There were a few on his arms and legs that would be quite permanent, but of course they would just be a point of pride to any tauren, no matter how they were received. Hell, a tauren could take pride in scars recieved from slipping and falling off of a guard tower, as long as he could show them off. Lorgrah moved between his legs now, kneeling on the ground, practically sitting just below his crotch. Moog smiled nervously and looked at her. Lorgrah could of course see his giant cock, and this being the first tauren she had ever seen nude, the biggest one she had ever seen. She tried her hardest to ignore it and stare directly at the bandages on his legs that she was removing. She held his leg to push it aside to reach a bandage that was underneath his leg. Moog shuddered and gasped loudly, and then quickly shut his mouth and looked away from her nervously. He shut his eyes tightly. He tried to shut out the sensation of her hand holding his inner thigh. He would hold out and let the bath cool him off. A very slight twitch ran through his cock and he let out a sharp pant. "Does that hurt?" Lorgrah asked with concern. "No, no I'm fine, really." Moog said this with a clenched jaw, his chest heaving, ruining the calm tone he was trying to speak in. Lorgrah figured that he was just lying, trying to act tough, fighting through pain. Lorgrah pushed his legs back together, standing up out of them and going to his side. "Okay, do you think you could roll onto your side for me?" Moog didn't hesitate to shift himself over, his good leg laying over the cast gently, as his bad arm stayed over his chest. Lorgrah looked over the bandages covering his back and butt. The lash marks looked very well healed, and she started pulling the bandages off. She even unwrapped the bandages that were wrapped around his tail, showing some scarred bite marks and torn skin that had healed up. She left the bandages on his backside for last, very carefully pulling them off, sending quiet grunts and gasps coming from Moog. Mostly because he wanted so badly for her to just grab his ass, but at the same time he was practically dropkicking these thoughts out of his mind, locked in epic warfare against the sexual thoughts that were trying to invade his brain. The only thing that helped him fight was that he didn't want to offend Lorgrah after she had been so kind to him all this time. "Okay, we're done with the bandages, you can roll back," Lorgrah said quietly with a hand on his shoulder, trying to help ease him onto his back again without too much stress on his casts. She gathered the bandages and put them near the blanket in a dry corner, and picked up a bucket with some soap and a sponge, collecting water from the fountain into the bucket. Moog's eyes went wide. He was able to hold out when she was looking up at him from in between his legs, trying to cloud out any thoughts about her and what he'd like her to be doing down there. His cock twitched again. He didn't know if he'd be able to take the sponge bath. He tried not to think of the incredible load that had been building up in his balls for the past couple of weeks. All too soon, Lograh had a damp soapy sponge, and was pressing it against his arms and chest, gently massaging. Moog couldn't help all the whimpers, gasps and moans he was letting out. It was too relaxing and too stimulating at the same time. His chest muscles twitched lightly as she continued to rub, soaping him up, cleaning his fur. She gave him a puzzled look, not sure if it hurt or what sensations he was having. "How is this, is this okay?" she asked politely. Moog only mumbled out "yeah," in between his continued gasps and moans. He knew that sponge was only going to come further down, and he had no idea what he'd do then. Sure enough, after his chest and arms were soaped up properly, she began moving the sponge down to his waist. Moog shuddered hard. Lorgrah was realizing what was bothering him. He must've been fighting his natural male urges as hard as he can. She felt there was no reason for him to be uncomfortable around her, no matter what that reason would be. She whispered quietly, "don't worry about how this feels, no matter what happens it'll be fine." Moog's only reaction to this was yet another gasp. The sponge was pressing against his legs, down them, and then she moved in between his legs again and was soon pressing against his inner thighs, gently soaping them. Before Moog knew it, the sponge was now pressed into his cock. He shuddered and groaned loudly, a little embarrassed at how little control he had over all of his sounds. The sponge softly rubbed up, then down, just once. That was enough to defeat him, as blood started to pump into his cock, and it practically lept to life sandwiched inside of Lorgrah's sponge. He groaned in embarrassment this time, but Lorgrah only gave him that cute smile again and said, "like I said, don't worry, it's fine." She knew that he must be incredibly frustrated, and couldn't help thinking how cute she thought he was. She felt close to him after all this time. Just this one time, she would do this favor for a patient, especially considering how unfortunate he was. She moved the sponge to his balls, rubbing them gently. Moog whimpered more as his cock started throbbing regularly, hardening up in front of her. There was no turning back from this, but Moog was surprised to see her still smiling kindly at him. She wrapped the sponge around his cock again, this time holding it there as it throbbed, her grip on his cock loosening as it continued to grow. Moog apologized, "I'm so sorry, I can't help it." Lorgrah grinned at him. She filled the bucket with a little water from the fountain, rinsed some of the soap off of his cock as it started to tower into the air, and then leaned forward and stuck her tongue out, running it along his head. His rapid grunts and pants were all she needed for approval as she lowered her lips and closed them around the head of his cock. Moog's cast thumped lightly against the ground as both of his legs shuddered. It was a very challenging fit, but she was not going to give up on him. She held his balls with one hand, and groped his massive cock with the other, pushing her head down onto it. She felt like her jaw had to stretch out to fit it in, and she closed her eyes tightly and pushed down harder, cramming more of his huge cock into her mouth until it was pushing against the back of her throat. Moog was amazed at this orc woman. She had the softest lips he ever felt, and her mouth was so warm. Her tongue was so gently rubbing along his shaft as her mouth was crammed full of it. He felt her swallowing, rubbing the head of his cock with the back of her throat. Lorgrah closed her eyes tightly as his cock only continued to grow, deep inside her mouth, stretching her jaw out more to keep it contained. Moog almost felt worried, like his cock was going to bust itself open if it didn't stop swelling up. His veins raised as his cock pulsated and glowed a dark red. For the first time maybe ever, Moog deeply wanted this and was doing it with someone he genuinely wanted. Moog groaned continuously now. He couldn't hold out any longer. He strained hard, trying not to cum in such a short time, but as she continued to work her entire mouth on what amount of cock she could cram in there, he knew he wouldn't even have time to warn her, as his balls rumbled and his cock swelled up even larger. Lorgrah's eyes shot open wide. His cock was now so huge that she wouldn't even be able to pull it out of her mouth. Moog cried out as his entire body tensed and his back arched. A massive load of cum blasted directly into the back of her throat, splattering out her mouth and all over Moog's groin. She tried to pull out but was too late as yet another gigantic gush of cum fired out, splattering out of her mouth and nose, causing her to cough and gag. A monster load of cum was now exploding out of her stretched out lips, all over her own face, Moog's body, and whatever of her own body that was in range of the exploding spray of cum. She tried to swallow some, only to be met by yet another spray, blowing out of her mouth again. The blasts of cum seemed to have stopped, as she continued to grope Moog's cock with both hands, slowly pulling it out of her throat until the head was against her tongue again. One last massive explosion of cum filled up her entire mouth, puffing her cheeks out, and exploded past her lips, this time without as much restriction, as she drooled a stream of cum out of her mouth, swallowing some when she could. She finally popped the massive but fading cock out of her mouth, the remaining cum she couldn't swallow splattering out of her loose mouth as it hung open. She closed her mouth and swallowed what was left. She panted exhaustedly, rubbing her aching jaw, but smiled wearily and asked, "feel better?" In between panting, Moog replied, "I've never felt better in my life." They smiled at each other. After quite a while, the couple had cleaned themselves up again, and finished the sponge bath without event. Moog was carried back to his cot by the guards, and they left. Lorgrah stayed in the room for an extra minute. She massaged his arm lightly, sort of absentmindedly. "Well... I'll see you tomorrow then," she said with a wink. Moog grinned at her. "I sure hope so." (To be continued.) |
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