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| brokenheroes6 by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/05/2008, 1:44am PDT | ||||
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| [b]Chapter 6
The One Where the Players are Acting Surprised [m troll/f night elves, f night elf/f night elf, bunch of story yapping, poor Moog, mild psychiatry][/b] A draenei woman sat in a mage tower in Stormwind, with a window overlooking the river. It was nicer than her prison cell, which is the only reason she agreed to take these therapy sessions. She spent so much time in the stockades stewing bitterly, but as her therapist said, "you can't stay angry forever." She took that to heart, as she was tired of being angry. She knew she would never see her tauren love ever again, and no matter how much she thought in her delusions that it was a tale of lost love shunned by a world that can't understand, instead of the demonic rape and plot for world domination that it truly was, she had surrendered herself to the notion that she would not be allowed to so much as see a tauren ever again. "Shadrene, what were we discussing last week?" the night elf woman, who was Shadrene's therapist, asked. Shadrene paused in thought for a moment. "Oh. It was something about how I didn't prefer consenting partners." "Well, have you had time to think about that?" The night elf woman was framed quite well in her comfortable therapist chair, with the tasteful potted plant beside her. I won't tell you what kind of plant, but it's definitely not a cactus. The pot was a tasteful light brown. The dirt inside was uneven, pushed more to one side, as if the plant had been slightly tipped recently, but not enough to knock it over. The color of the pot and the dirt only reminded Shadrene of the light brown fur of her tauren soulmate, her beautiful beautiful Moog. "Oh--yes I have!" Shadrene lied. "I know that... it's wrong? And I should find a lasting, meaningful relationship with someone." The therapist looked calm. "I think you should be proud of the progress you've made in therapy, that you can say that." Shadrene nodded eagerly, "I am very proud." She was definitely proud. The therapist continued. "Just remember that pride is one of the things that got you in trouble. We talked about your lusts in the past and how it only hurt those you claimed to care about." Shadrene looked down to the floor. She always hated these parts, where her therapist would talk about her faults. Even though she was imprisoned and would probably never be free again, she still resented being blamed for what she did, and felt like the therapist was simply trying to break her will. She let out a meek "I know" as if to placate the woman, and then winced in self loathing, as if saying it was some kind of surrender. Most of these therapy sessions were agreeing with whatever the therapist said. "I can't stay angry forever," Shadrene mumbled to herself, as if to keep herself in check. "I can't stay angry forever." The therapist nodded to herself, "That is true, and I'm glad you've come to accept that. It's a very good sign that you are willing to recover." "Do you think if I get better, I could see Moog again?" The therapist sighed, facepalming. Thrall paced around his throne room in Orgrimmar. "I really don't know what we'll do with the basement. I have more important issues to deal with at the moment," Thrall had a tone of impatience in his voice as he spoke to the head groundskeeper. Thrall shook his head, knowing it wasn't really their fault for this. "I shouldn't be short with you. See if you can get any volunteers to... drain the basement somehow, use buckets if you have to." The groundskeeper, a short, older orc man, chimed in, "Perhaps we can dump it off the side of a zeppelin right in the middle of the ocean!" Thrall nodded, "Just do what you think is appropriate. You can go now." The older orc shuffled off, leaving Thrall's chamber. Moog and Lorgrah stood off to the side. Lorgrah wore an expression of concern, with Moog just looking embarrassed, holding a towel over himself, still wet from the river, as he had made sure to wash himself thoroughly before going back into the city. Thrall saw the worry in both of them. "You two should not worry, this was not your fault either. Well, the [i]basement[/i] was your fault," he said as he looked directly at Moog, who looked back at Thrall with a hint of fear in his eyes. "But aside from that, I did suspect that the night elves would take their agent back. Right now one of my rogues should be trailing them, and with some luck they may lead us back to whoever is masterminding this plot. We should hear of his location at his soonest opportunity. I would like the both of you to go to Splintertree." "Now wait one minute!" Moog suddenly interrupted, and with some authority. "I've had to cheat on my wife just after marrying her, in some half baked plan to get information from a prisoner who was just taken back, and now instead of a honeymoon you want us to chase her down?!" Moog looked to Lorgrah at his side who was only looking at Thrall as if to apologize. Thrall glared directly at him. Moog mumbled sheepishly, "Umm, we'll go right away, warchief." Thrall's response was no response, just the deep stare that felt like it would burn through Moog's soul if Moog dared to look long enough. Moog and Lorgrah wasted no time leaving the chamber. Once they were back on the Drag, Moog mumbled to Lorgrah, "I definitely won't try that again." Once the couple had left his sight, Thrall looked to his council and quietly considered the likelihood of Moog doing that ever again. Of course, he didn't say anything about it. Instead he smirked. "That tauren definitely has... courage." One of his advisers laughed, "That's about what the cleaning crew said." Haw. "Shut up," Thrall grumbled. Senea wiped sweat from her forehead and face repeatedly, carrying her still dazed comrade on her back, held to her with straps wrapped around the both of them, as she tried to hug the mountain walls along the Southfury River. It wasn't long before there would be a shallow place to climb out of the river and ride fast to Astranaar. She would've preferred to ride straight to Azshara and then fly to Darnassus, but she had her orders. She didn't know what their purpose was, but she knew that there was a purpose. She reached a shoreline and climbed out of the water, then summoned her mount, with her unconscious partner still mumbling and groaning behind her. She knew what they had done, and she tried not to think about it. She had time to get lost in those thoughts later when she was in private. Right now, she had to make sure she would make it back to town without an ambush. Senea watched over both shoulders as her tiger jumped through the air, speeding to safety. A troll rogue climbed out of the river, watching as the two night elves rode into the distance, towards the west. That was definitely suspicious, Ganu thought to himself, scratching his mohawk. This night elf could have run straight for Azshara and take the flight path, making it to Astranaar before he could even get to Valormok most likely. Either they had no plan to be followed, or they wanted to be followed. But that made no sense, he thought, what could they possibly do about him following them? They would not be able to track him or flush him out. He retrieved a blank note from his backpack and scratched some letters onto it, scratched his thumb to draw blood and stamped his thumb onto the note, then rolled it and tucked it into the hole of a throwing knife. He mounted and followed the path west, one casual flick of the wrist firing the knife into a log of one of the horde guard towers outside of Splintertree Post. Of course, he did this without even looking, like some kind of showoff. Shanida began to come out of her trance, trying to groan out half words and sounds, until she finally said, "Where... are we?" "We are almost back to safety, sister, be calm," Senea mumbled, but she still looked over her shoulders at every opportunity, barely keeping an eye on the road in front of her. Always close to town, but not close enough to be comfortable yet. Ganu trailed behind the couple on his raptor. They had not stopped to try to catch him. This didn't prove anything to him yet. They would be in town soon, and as long as they had chosen there to stop, he would have no worry tracking them to their next destination. Within minutes the Astranaar lake was finally in sight, and Senea only focused her mount to ride faster. Just as her commander had told her, she had no difficulty reaching town. She couldn't see them, but she could sense that there were night elves along the road, shadowmelded, and watching the approach. Senea rode directly past the guards without stopping, and directly into the inn, leaping off her mount and undoing the straps that held Shanida to her back, instead carrying her in her arms to the upper floor. Senea laid her partner on the bed, then laid next to her and sighed. She finally had time to rest after her flight from Tanaris. As if Shanida could sense it, she finally spoke up, breaking the silence of their run across Ashenvale. Her mind was still a little foggy, but she could finally think again. "Why did you run?" Senea spoke without hesitation. "I was afraid. We had failed our task once we harmed either of them. I didn't know what to do anymore." Shanida put aside her feelings of abandonment for now. "Will they punish us for failing?" "We've been given a second chance. We may yet fulfill our mission," Senea whispered tenderly. Outside, Ganu laid against a hill, holding a scope to one eye. The night elves must not have thought to hide, because they were clearly visible through the open balcony of the top floor of the inn. They were laying together in a bed, whispering something to each other. Ganu didn't bother to guess, night elf women were like that often. He thought it was entirely possible that he would end up watching them have sex right there. All of a second later he knew that wouldn't happen. Ten night elf women appeared around him from thin air, pointing spears at him. Inside the inn, Senea held Shanida in her arms, whispering "I'm sorry" over and over again. Shanida felt a little uncomfortable. She knew Senea was sorry, but was afraid to say anything, so she hoped Senea would hurry up and feel absolved already. Relief came when several of the elite guards entered their room, grinning, with a tied up troll dragged up the stairs and along the floor. Senea and Shanida bolted up. "Look what we caught," one of the soldiers grinned. The group was supposedly from Tyrande Whisperwind's personal guard, or so Senea heard, although she couldn't imagine why Tyrande would bother to pick a task force to come down here for this. Ganu was thrown to the middle of the room. He grunted as he landed to the ground. He was ready to die if needed, because he wouldn't be telling them anything. The orders of the warchief and all that. Instead, the grinning crowd of night elves kneeled to him, one cutting the ties from his wrists, and another tugging at his pants, pulling them off. Two others began to stroke his crotch. Ganu gulped. They still wouldn't get him to talk, he thought, but they were going to get something out of him after all. He had no problem going along with this for now. One of the night elves tore off his underwear (some quite modest leather briefs) and began to stroke his cock, another woman massaged his balls. Ganu ignored any question that night elf soldiers would be experts in this. Instead his response was to shudder and moan contentedly. His cock quickly hardened in the woman's hands, she continued to stroke it slowly as if to tease him, and soon the rest of the women surrounding him began to run their tongues all over his body, panting against his skin, kissing all over from his feet to his mowhawk. Ganu had heard stories like this before, of wandering bands of night elf women capturing horde men and pleasuring them at their will. Maybe they were in heat or something, he wondered. Still, there wasn't much he could do, even if it wasn't appropriate of him to just lay back and enjoy whatever oral pleasures or anything else the night elves had prepared for him. He was under orders from Thrall himself, so he shouldn't be doing this, but he was their captive and just didn't want to risk endangering himself further. That's what Ganu told himself anyway. The women crawled all over Ganu, stimulating him in every way they could. His instinctive reaction was to smile stupidly at them. Just for a moment he thought he must be so incredibly attractive that these women had no choice but to do this, but he knew that couldn't be right, because then he wouldn't have even become a rogue and bothered hiding himself to any other person and oh sweet tongues! Ganu jolted as two wet hot tongues sandwiched his cock. The lust crazed women sucked on his body and licked his shaft, kissing and suckling along it, moving their lips and tongue up and down. One of the women laid flat against the ground in between his legs, her face pressed directly into his crotch as she pressed her warm tongue against his scrotum. Senea and Shanida sat up on the bed, watching the women practically lick an entire troll. Shanida wasn't yet let in on any of this plan. "What... exactly is going on?" she said with a puzzled look to Senea. Senea smiled sweetly, "It's the same thing they were trying to do to you. It's an old mind control trick, and a very effective one." The two of them went back to watching, as the other night elves licked and slurped, and this troll agent just sat there moaning, quietly calling them every filthy word he knew of in his language. Ganu wasn't going to let them just suck him off, if they were taking him prisoner. He pushed his hands into the crotches of a couple of the women, reached down their pants, pushing their underwear aside, and pushed his fingers into their vaginas, and sure enough the room was filled with moans. The women didn't have much of a plan for the troll reciprocating, so they went along with it. One of the poor women fell to her knees as she was overcome with lust faster than she could anticipate, and began grinding her hips around, humping against the troll's fingers, moaning like a dumbstruck tramp. He grinned and pushed harder into her. Night elves being night elves, the others only became jealous, and quickly they all removed their clothing and began to rub their naked bodies against him. The night elf that was blowing him decided to take the lead, pulled his cock from her mouth, and fully mounted him, pushing herself down onto him, his cock forced up as if escaping up her tunnel. Ganu grinned only more now. [i]Just as pranned.[/i] He started to thrust hard into the night elf woman, and she realized she had no idea what she had gotten into until now, as he pushed his hips up, and she went wide eyed and moaned loud enough for all of Astranaar to hear, and rode him for all she could. Shanida felt a little awkward, she wasn't sure if she should be just sitting there watching, but before she could leave this "party" to its business, Senea began to nuzzle into her neck and gently kiss her. "Uhh... what." Shanida couldn't think of an actual question to ask. She already knew what Senea was thinking, and they were soon kissing on the lips. Shanida almost didn't react, but after a moment she found herself returning the kisses, and in no time the two were thrusting their tongues against each other. Even if Shanida wasn't into the whole molesting horde captives thing, she had no problem focusing desire onto her partner. Moog and Lorgrah sat at the top of a guard tower outside Splintertree Post in Ashenvale. A guard had told them that the spy Thrall sent had followed the night elves. Before Moog and Lorgrah landed at the post, they had already picked up a note from the troll rogue attached to a throwing knife that simply said "Astranaar," and was signed with a bloody thumbprint. For now, the tauren and orc couple sat with their legs hanging off the side of the guard tower deck, waiting for the backup they would need if they were going to intercept the night elves once they left Astranaar, if they hadn't already. "I hope the scout gets back already, I'm itching to use my axe," Lorgrah said with a grin. Moog gave her a nervous glance. "I'm glad I'm on your side," he mumbled. Then they hugged, aw. An orc scout came down the road towards Splintertree, and was soon met by guards rushing out to meet him. Moog and Lorgrah hopped down from the guard tower to hear the news. "I couldn't find the rogue, but it seems the night elves are in Astranaar." "What are the night elves doing?" one of the guards asked. The scout blushed with his orcy face. "Oh, just... night elf things." Most of the group knew what that meant. Most likely involving cunnilingus. "I'm tired of waiting," Lorgrah grumbled loudly. "If I'm still going to wait I'm going to do it outside of town, and our support better hurry." The rest of the guards looked at each other, knowing they weren't going to even try to stop her. "Then wrap your legs across my velvet rims and strap your hands across my engines," Moog said with a grin. Lorgrah grinned back and jumped onto his shoulders, grabbing his horns, as he summoned his kodo. Ganu slammed upward, almost bucking the night elf off of him, and she jerked forward hard with a loud shocked gasp. Her gasps only got louder with each thrust, and Ganu grabbed her hips to jackhammer her faster, knowing that it wouldn't be too long now, and sure enough within seconds her body tensed and she tightened up on him, shuddering and groaning. He gave her a few seconds to savor it and threw her off him, gesturing to the next girl to get on, and so she did. Ganu continued fucking his way through the women, holding off on his orgasm. Their hot breath burned across his skin as they moaned directly onto him, waiting their turn. He felt the sharp sting of orgasm approach several times and held it off, refusing to cum for any of them until he properly "punished" these women with his non stop sex orgy as he gave each of these silly night elf women a mindblowing orgasm before discarding them. Clearly he was pretty full of himself and there wasn't anyone around to stop this ego trip. Maybe it was owed to him anyway; being the warchief's spy was rarely fun and games, and was quite lonely a lot of the time, but I won't bore you with a lot of details about this. Ganu was probably due some enjoyment anyway. He pushed away one women who was coming back for a second round, and his swollen cock ached for release after exhausting the room of all but the last two. He turned to look behind him as Senea and Shanida only watched in some confusion mixed with unsated arousal. The two of them looked at each other. Senea was too embarrassed about abandoning her partner to try making any moves on her, and Shanida was too confused about why exactly they were in a room with a kidnapped troll having some sort of impromptu orgy with Tyrande Whisperwind's elite sentinels. The urge was too strong for them to deny, and Senea climbed off the bed and mounted the troll. Her hands ran along his body, which was soaked with the saliva of his comrades after perhaps a half hour of almost constant kissing, licking and sucking every inch of his body. She whined as she lowered herself, his swollen cock pushing up and her wetness unable to contain itself, splashing out onto his legs. "Yeah, that's them alright," Lorgrah mumbled and pulled the scope from her eye as she and Moog laid against the side of a hill that had a perfect view of the inn on the other side of the Astranaar lake, watching the familiar night elf throw her head back and moan loud enough to hear from across the lake, her skin flushed with heat and lust. "Wow," Moog said almost unconsciously. "I mean, uh." Then he shut up. "Okay hm. Well, they must have him captive there, but we can't do anything but watch until we get reinforced." Moog chuckled in response, grinning like a moron at her, looking as if he was about to say something, but then he quieted down as she glared at him. "Erm, yes dear, we'll just have to stay here for now." She was right after all, and no they weren't going to do anything as they watched. A loud cry was heard from the inn as Ganu exhausted yet another night elf slut, and pushed her away from him, eyeing the last of them, the shy woman cautiously moving from the bed and standing over him. Ganu grinned at Shanida, but he was clearly near his breaking point, as he was short of breath and sweat poured down his face, into his eyes, causing him to squint and blink. A few helpful night elves licked the sweat from his face, and he sighed with content. Shanida lowered, pushing the troll's cock deep into her. She frowned and bit her lip, letting out a nervous whine. "Please be gentle," she quietly stammered in her language, which Ganu ignored and didn't understand anyway, waiting for her to look a little more comfortable before he started to thrust into her. Her eyes went wide in shock as she bounced up and down hard, him grabbing her hips to slam her pussy onto him at a frantic pace. She couldn't hold out for more than a minute before she cried loudly and gripped the troll's shoulders. She was thrown to the floor within seconds as Ganu staggered to his feet and put his hands on his hips triumphantly, his cock standing straight out, aimed at the panting women. He leaned his shoulders back as if to spell it out, and soon they moved forward to lick and suck all over him again. He held a few in place in front of him, positioning them, as he closed his eyes and shuddered. The night elf sluts opened their mouths hungrily and were quickly rewarded with massive splatters of cum as he finally released his orgasm, roaring a groan through the entire town and then some, splashing thick streams of cum into the collective mouths and faces of the women. Ganu grinned at these stupid sluts, basking in just how much he made them work for it, and how much he made them love it, when everything went black. Moog and Lorgrah looked at each other again. "That's... sort of impressive," Moog said to her, but she only rolled her eyes. They watched as Ganu stagged his way down the steps. "Where is he going now?" Lorgrah said to herself. They continued to watch as the troll walked freely through the inn, none of the night elves bothering to stop him. Sight of him was blocked as he was downstairs now, and for a good minute or so he remained unseen, until he showed up walking right out of the inn, wearing shorts now, and holding something in his hand. He deftly flung the object which sailed outside of the town border and into the side of a tree along the road leading back to Splintertree Post, before he stealthed himself. Moog and Lograh were about as confused as they could be. What just happened they weren't sure, but there was only one move to make now. They climbed down the hill, Lorgrah sitting on Moog's shoulders, holding onto his horns, wasting no time to find the tree, the throwing knife holding a note in its handle. Lorgrah unscrolled it and read it aloud. "Bring Moog to Bloodvenom Falls, now." The note was signed with Ganu's thumbprint in blood. The two of them hesitated for a good ten seconds before putting the note back in the tree, mounting up, Moog on his kodo and Lorgrah on his shoulders, and riding north into Felwood. |
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