Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)
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				Title: <strong>Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>29-09-2013, 23:06:00</strong>
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				Stone Break. An appropriately named mining community nestled into the mountain range separating the Barrens from Ashenvale. Six hours from The Crossroads. Eight hours from Ratchet.&nbsp; Seven from the border into Durotar. Population one-hundred and fifty-four. One-hundred and fifty-three of which were Orcs. Hyahm had come to this community as part of a self-ascribed pilgrimage – a desire to help those that he could, and perhaps spread the gospel of light. He’d been told that this community was in dire need of a healer, and had happily accepted the position – packing up everything he’d ever known and taking the long journey into unfamiliar territory. What he’d found was . . . well, quite a bit different than what you’d expect. The town barely qualified as such. Really, it was much closer to a commune. A single general supplies store, along with the mining company’s own store, were the only two businesses. A company-managed kitchen provided for the whole of the community’s nutrition three times a day. Many of the Orcs lived in communal dwellings, with the rare Orc having their own hut to themselves. These were hard-working, rough men who lived together and ate from the same table. Needless to say, introductions were rough.<br><br>It was nearly two weeks before any of them deigned to utilize the new healer – ever longer before any actual spoke to him beyond saying where they were hurt, and how. After all, what could they have to say to a young pink-skin like Hyahm. He was a younger man – perhaps in his early twenties, though for an Orc it was difficult to tell. Soft-faced, quiet, reserved. Blond hair that was cut neatly, but longer than the styles that most of these rough working males might normally consider acceptable. He was obviously nervous around them, eating his own food in his tent by himself, and they responding with dismissal in kind, and jabbing hostility at worst. He couldn’t count how many times, initially, he was ‘accidentally’ nudged while walking with his food, sending it all clattering to the dirt. But, as time went on, these incidents started to dwindle. As Orc after Orc begrudgingly entered his tent, and left feeling a hundred times better.<br><br>The kid just had a way about him, it seemed. He was gentle. And his magic was strong. At present, he had a miner sitting in his tent, in a chair beside what served as his operating table. The man had had a stone fall into his hand, shattering his fingers. Hyahm had the large green mitt resting gently on the smooth wooden surface, one of his comparatively small pink hands resting on the back of it, a pensive look on his face. For the first few weeks, he’d worn his priest robes. Now, he was more dressed for comfort, in a silk shirt and breeches. <br><br>“It’s going to hurt quite a bit, when I repair the bones. Here, lean down a bit.” When the Orc did so, putting the top of his head within reach, Hyahm reached out to place his other hand on the Orc’s forehead, channeling some soothing energy into the skin there, relaxing the Orc and numbing him for what came next. A surge of holy energy – a shock of it, directly into the hand, snapping the bones back into place and mending them within seconds. It would have hurt tremendously – but the soothing magic did a great deal to distract – saving the miner from a great deal of pain. <br><br>“Now, I don’t want you going back to work with that hand for at least a day. Give it time to settle, it’ll still be a bit tender.” He smiled, softly. “After that, though, it will be good as new.” As he ushered the Orc out of his tent, the big male grunting out a thanks, he smiled to himself. He was happy where he was. Happy helping. It made him feel more fulfilled then he ever had been in Stormwind – even if he still felt distinctly out-of-place.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>30-09-2013, 03:23:05</strong>
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				Everybody knew everybody else in Stone Break, it was just a side effect of the closed community. The only people that came to visit were the couple of people that brought supplies, and new miners. Stone Break was far enough away from the politics of 'Horde' and 'Alliance,' but no young orc grows up anywhere without a healthy fear of the other side. Most of the orcs in the 'town' had never even see a human before, but they may have been a poor sample, given that most of them lived most of their lives in Stone Break. The combination of being a human outsider didn't garner Hyahm much trust. <br><br>Granlok was one of the miners who lived and worked in Stone Break. His Dad worked there, and died in the mines, and Granlok has worked there since he was of age enough to be let in there. He had a home, a wife, and a son back in a little settlement off from the Crossroads. He hadn't been back there in years though, just sending money back there. He figured the wife was sleeping around by now, but even if some of the money went to the kids, it was worth working his ass out here in the mines. By now, Granlok was a veteran. Most of the 152 had worked with him at some point, and a majority of them owed some life or safety to him. He was strong and smart when the job needed it, and the life of the party when the work was off. His body was sculpted and marred by the job; covered in thick padded muscles that came from hard labor versus time in a gym. He had scars and cuts all across his body, lines of faded green around the otherwise darker color. His hair was a bright red, cut short to his scalp, and a line of it running down along his jaw line in a thick 'chinstrap.' More of that red hair ran down his chest and down to his crotch in a red treasure trail. <br><br>The orc with the now-mended hand left the tent, and Granlok entered a few moments later. He was shirtless, that broad chest and muscle gut fully on display, except for the hair and layer of dirt and dust that had discolored his skin. He was wearing gloves, heavy boots, and leather pants that were most noticable by the large jagged piece of wood that was sticking out of the top of his upper thigh. The wood had clearly punctured him, as blood was running down his leg and down the wood shard itself. He gave only the slightest bit of a limp as he made his way over to the first surface he found that he thought could support his weight, and dropped down onto it with a groan. He was still sitting upright, looking over the human with a mix of appraisal and expectation. <br><br>It was unlikely there were two accidents in the mine at just about the same time, making it obvious that whatever hurt the other orc's hand must have been responsible for this as well. He seems calm about what could be a major injury, and there doesn't seem to have been any doubt that the other man would see the priest first. He grunts at the human, jerking that broad, red-haired jaw up, "So, I got to make amends or allegiances before this works, or what?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>30-09-2013, 04:20:58</strong>
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				“By the light,” the human said, under his breath, seeing the second massive greenskin come into the tent, covered in dust and dripping blood onto his floor. “What happened, was there an accident?” He didn’t wait for an answer, before dipping his hands in a bucket of magically purified water, moving to stand before the Orc and inspect his wound. He grimaced, looking up into the Orc’s eyes, not slowing down for a moment as he grabbed two separate pieces of cloth off of his desk, “this is a very serious wound. Were you waiting outside?” The Orc had to have been&nbsp; feeling light-headed, by this point. The wood was in deep into a particularly dangerous spot – if it had been just an inch off from where it was, the big male could have been in serious danger. As it was, Hyahm was confident in his ability to treat the wound itself. Though there was another problem. “Were any other workers injured?”<br><br>"I'll worry about the allegiances. You just focus on not bleeding out." If there had been an emergency situation, with others injured like Granlok was, this might have been a greater worry. When the Orc confirmed that this wasn’t the case, he nodded, moving to tie down the entrance to his tent, making sure that they wouldn’t be disturbed. “Alright. This is going to be a little tricky, okay?” He moved back in front of the Orc, wrapping one of the clothes – tiny ridges sewn into the fabric – around his right hand, and the other around around his left. “It’s going to hurt a bit. I’ll do the best thing I can to minimize that. But you’ve already lost a lot of blood, and certain things have to take priority.&nbsp; If you think you might need to bite down on something, now’s the time to say so.”<br><br>He took a deep breath. “In a moment, I’m going to pull the wood from your leg with this hand,” he held up his right, “ The second that I do. I want you to drop your pants for me. I’ll press this,” he held up his left hand, “ to the wound, and do a flash heal. It will . . . I’ll be honest, it will burn like hellfire. But it will keep you from losing any more blood, and I’ll be able to start healing the area properly once that’s done. Okay?” He tried to keep his voice light and soothing, to make his tone like that of a caregiver, rather than one of a detached professional.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>30-09-2013, 07:17:38</strong>
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				Granlok arched a red brow at the human's panicked voice and the way he was stumbling around. The orc was either too stupid to realize the weight of the injury, or simply had seen that sort of trauma in the past. He opened his mouth for a single deep grunt before the human kept talking with more and more questions. His slow pace to respond probably only added to the worried human's argument of the orc being light headed, but he eventually shook his head, "Just me and the one you saw before. Support beam splintered, hit my leg." The answer was short and simple, even if a support beam splintering could have meant a cave in. He simply let his subordinate go first in the only medical tent they really had.<br><br>The miners had gotten by without divine healing in the past, but they also had lost people. It was reasonable to assume that some of those people might not have been lost with a Priest on their side. Even though he had a knee jerk reaction to avoid the human, the value of the service was too important to ignore. He may have been more on the fence before, but the blood gushing from his leg helped add weight to that side of the scale. He stood up at the order, giving a grunt and nodding his head at the instructions. He kept one hand on the cot behind him for support, resting his weight on the uninjured leg. His free hand reached down to undo the straps of his pants. The lack of a shirt showed where that red treasure trail opened up to his pubes, just the very root of his dick hidden. <br><br>The shard of wood being pulled from his legs made him tense up. Cords of muscles along his shoulders, chest, and arms flexing as the pain was reignited in his leg. Blood bubbled out of the open wound, running down his legs over and under the pants. He was nearly snarling, inhaling deeply through his nostrils and open mouth as he worked through the pain. His teeth grit, but he didn't use anything to bite down on. His hand supporting him stayed gripping the edge of the cot, knuckles light from the force of his rough hand digging into it. His other hand gripped the top of his pants and pushed them down his body. It would have been more difficult to get the tight leather down if he didn't have that blood hanging down.<br><br>The open wound was there, with red dripping down his leg and matted across his thigh from where the clothing was. More stark than any wound, than any threat of his patient dying, pulling those pants down revealed his impressive cock and balls. He had showered with most of the other miners, everybody knew that Granlok was blessed down there. His balls were huge, even when dangling from his body, the hairy sack hanging down low with the weight of the full nuts inside. His dick was massive, even by orc standards. The length was impressive, but it was the girth that probably sent people running away, or maybe towards, that thick piece. Veins were visible along the outside, and a thick foreskin covered the entire head. The sheer size of it dangling down almost got in the way of Hyahm's intended flash heal. Even with the blood, the scent of sweat and raw masculinity was palpable in the tent. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>30-09-2013, 07:33:19</strong>
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				Hyahm didn’t notice. Well, of course he noticed, but he didn’t process. Currently, he was all business – even going so far as to brush the thing to the opposite thigh with the side of his hand, and the same time that he threw his left hand down and sent the mystic energy bursting inside, sealing the wound and stopping the bleeding in a matter of seconds – though the heal was slapdash, and the wound would require at least thirty minutes of focused healing afterwards to really heal up properly. That aside, the Orc had lost enough blood that he’d need to stay put in the tent for a little while, before walking out. The pain would be incredible, as the flash-heal worked, but one the wood and blood stained cloth on his right hand was cast aside, as well as that member brushed away, he’d find the Orc’s nearby hand with his right and channel some of that soothing energy into him. “There we go. That will stop the bleeding, at least.” <br><br>Carefully, he lifted the cloth up and away – the flesh sealed, but still angry and swollen. “Stay put,” he said, firmly, gathering up the supplies and disposing of them – the clothes going in a basket to be washed, the wood tossed into the scrap. He moved back to the Orc, grabbing a chair as he went, moving to sit before the mostly nude Orc. “You, uh – “ Now that things were a little less frantic, his confidence was lessened. “You’re Granlok, right? You seem to be among the ‘who’s who’ around here.” He leaned in to look at the wound, inspecting it. “I’ll need to apply some more focused healing, now. It will take a little while – you’ll probably need to write the rest of this evening off, I apologize.” He touched the area cautiously, feeling it out. Suddenly, his eyes drifted. And he realized the Orc’s nudity.<br><br>His face turned red. 'For the love of-,’ he thought, in the back of his mind. The Orc’s manhood was immense. He practically redefined the word ‘virile.’ Hyahm swallowed. “If you are uncomfortable, just say the word. I’ll remove your boots and trousers from around your ankles, and get you a cloth for privacy.” He brought his hands up to the Orc’s thigh – now mindful of what might brush against what, and closed his eyes – beginning to channel the energy he needed to begin the healing process. He didn’t have to close his eyes, of course. It was just a convenient enough excuse to do so.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>30-09-2013, 15:39:56</strong>
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				The searing pain of that holy light hit him like a brick. His teeth clenched down more, spittle escaping his bared teeth. He didn't make any sort of yell, just that loud growl in his throat. His eyes widened before they narrowed, his gaze clearly directed to the person causing the pain, even if his eyes looked distant. Hyahm was standing directly in front of the orc while it seemed like he might snap into a berserk rage at any moment. The hand that wasn't supporting him reaching out and clamped down onto Hyahm's shoulder, fingers digging in hard enough to leave small bruises. For a moment, it didn't look like the healing property of Hyahm's actions would forgive the pain caused. <br><br>The grip loosened as the pain diminished, before disengaging his hand entirely. He was still breathing heavily, his broad chest heaving. Sweat dripped down his chest, caught up in the short hair before dripping down the curves of his strong frame, following the valleys down. He gave just a grunt at the order, keeping his stance standing upright. With Hyahm sitting down, Granlok's crotch was eye level. He chuckled darkly at the question, a low deep rolling noise, "Yeah, that I am." He licked over his lips, "And what do we call you? Or are you happy with the slew of nick names you've already earned?"<br><br>Granlok dealt with people staring at his dick all his life; even other orcs took longer stares out of curiosity, jealousy, or awe. He had enough experience with people sneaking peeks to see it coming, and Granlok certainly had no reason to be ashamed. He gave another grunt at the offer, leaning back against the cot more and shifting to try to kick his own boots off. The motion made his thighs tense, and pushed that fat log of orchood from off one thigh down to between his legs. The boot on his wounded leg slipped off easily, but the effort required to kick the other one off tensed the muscle that was very much still healing and got a wince from the brute. The stupid motion was enough to dislodge the boot enough that it could slip off, even if it wasn't as forceful as the first motion. <br><br>The motion took more out of him than he realized, his breath quickening up in the process and only now starting to regulate again. He steered the conversation away from any additional assistance for taking his clothes off, "Is the cloth for my privacy or yours? With our life here, people are going to see your dick, I ain't modest. Plus, Doc, I don't think you got a cloth big enough, eh?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>30-09-2013, 19:27:42</strong>
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				Hyahm, by now, was used to keeping up a cheerful disposition by now in the face of teasing, or even more malicious abuse. When the Orc gripped into his shoulder, he said nothing, just gritting his teeth and forcing himself to work through the pain – he’d heal the bruises on his shoulder later that evening after the Orc had left, if he remembered. When the Orc asked him his name, he merely shrugged slightly. “My name is Hyahm – though, feel free to call me what you will. I wouldn’t have lasted this long out here without developing at least a somewhat thick skin.”<br>&nbsp;<br>When the Orc began to remove the boots himself, Hyahm tried to protest, though it was done before he could really stop the Orc. He pursed his lips, shaking his head. Idiot. At least the Orc seemed to realize that the motion had been stupid as well, and was feeling sheepish about it. He reached down himself, tugging the pants down and off, folding them up and setting them beside the Orc. “If,” he began, voice terse, “it is not a pressing concern for you, then I will not worry about it. Just trying to be considerate.” He went back to healing the wound, voice closed, ignoring the pungent masculine smell that was starting to drift up to his nose and becoming really noticeable. <br><br>After a moment, he began to hum to himself, to distract from the smell and the knowledge that one wrong move would put him in contact with the Orc’s equipment. His voice was soft, pretty. He traced fingertips along the ugly wound, sending ripples of healing warmth into the Orcs leg, repairing the damage from the inside out. He didn’t initiate any further conversation. It seemed the Orc was at least somewhat hostile to him, and he didn’t want to push anything. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>30-09-2013, 21:22:32</strong>
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				Granlok gave another low chuckle at the answer about the human's name. He didn't tease him any further about it, but the pained tense look had been replaced by a wry grin. The grin turned into a snarl at the pain from trying to remove his boots, but as Hyahm removed the pants fully off his legs. He gave a deep sigh as he stood there, fully naked. His body was cooling down from the stress of the necessary surgery. Sweat drying to his skin and his breath regulating. <br><br>The warm sensation of the healing magic and his skin knitting together put an odd itch up his thigh. He felt that warm tickle moving down his thigh and up. The first symptom being an itch around the wound that was felt most noticeable around his balls. A big rough mit reaching down to drag blunt nails through his pubes, jostling his dick and balls about in the process. The weight of his shaft caused a disturbance in the air around it, so that even a small motion was palpable, even if his dick never touched the human's forearm. Each scratch brought about more of that wild musk, and caused a motion in Hyahm's periphery. <br><br>The warm feeling started to turn from an itch to a more pleasant, and even the middle aged orc was not immune to the feeling running up into his crotch. The close view allowed Hyahm to see the veins along Granlok's cock to throb, as the first sign. Soon the increase in girth was noticeable along the entire shaft, the foreskin not quite hanging over the edge of his cockhead as much as it had before. His dick was still hanging down, the weight of that shaft still burdening it. Granlok spoke up, hoping it might take some of the air out of what could become an awkward situation, "So what really brings you out here, boy?" Any time Granlok spoke, it sounded gruff, but at heart, he was showing interest in the human. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>30-09-2013, 21:34:12</strong>
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				Hyahm said nothing when the Orc scratched himself, or when his member began to firm up a bit. He was a professional, after all. He’d seen other men nude before. He’d treated them. He wasn’t about to blush away like a schoolgirl. Still, he swallowed once, and shifted a bit, so that he was sitting more to the Orc’s side. At least that would, hopefully, reduce some of the awkwardness in the situation. For the remaining minutes that this would take. <br><br>“Perhaps the light guided me here so that I might save your life, Sir Granlok,” he said, good-natured though obviously joking. “Sometimes I ask myself the same question. It’s good work, worth doing. And perhaps those that I am able to help will tell of that help to others, and our two races might know a stronger peace.” He closed his eyes, pushing the last bit of mystic energy into the wound, before nodding, satisfied. The swelling had gone down (where he was concerned, at least), and the wound was barely visible any longer. <br><br>“I’d like for you to stay here for at least an hour, before you try to put weight on that leg. The magic is still fresh, the wound still tender. Trying to walk on it may cause a tear. I’ll bring you some food and some water , as well as a basin and cloth to wash yourself with. Just try to remain comfortable, if you would.” He stepped back from the Orc, standing. “Is there anything else you need, before I do so?” Depending on what the Orc asked for, the human would be gone little more than ten minutes, returning with everything he said he would – a bowl of stew from the cooks and fresh water for drinking. Two Orcs would set a basin outside the tent, full of warm water, as well. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>01-10-2013, 02:00:47</strong>
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				Granlok seemed unphased by Hyahm changing his position. His eyes darting down to the wound and occasionally along the Priest's arm back to his face. He gave a short, loud laugh at the response, "Yeah? Maybe so. Can't imagine your light cares for me more than anybody else." The title made him give a grunt, but he didn't argue it at the moment. The more serious answer made him shrug those broad shoulders, "Might be preaching to the converted here. Most the people here ain't got time to consider what's going on between the races." He slapped a big hand down on the human's shoulders, enough to jar him, but it wasn't clear if that was intentional or accidental, "Can't say I'm not happy you're around, though."<br><br>He gave a grunt as the healing power stopped for the moment, his eyes darting down to a wound that looked cosmetically like it was fully healed. If it wasn't for the orders, Granlok probably would have assumed it was fully healed and treated it as such.&nbsp; Granlok didn't have any specific requests. Once Hyahm left, he pulled himself up onto the cot and laid down on it, still fully naked. He sat up for the soup and water, but declined the bath for the moment. He laid back down on the cot temporarily, but somewhere between the stress, exhaustion, and blood less, it seemed that the big brute passed out. <br><br>Soft snoring sounds came from his broad jaw as his breathing regulated. He stayed on his back, the top of his thigh aimed at the ceiling. As his breath got heavier, it seemed his dick was getting hard again. Blood started to pump into that thick log, each beat of his heart making the oversized shaft twitch and jerk up under its own weight. Soon, it made the hump and laid against his stomach, precum starting to drool from the tip into the treasure trail on his stomach. One big arm draped above his head, making the muscle of his bicep and shoulder tense, along with the muscles in his torso. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>01-10-2013, 02:19:28</strong>
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				“I can’t pretend to know what the light has in mind for myself, or anyone else. All I can do is live a good life, and hope I’m doing it right.” When the Orc clapped him on the shoulder, he couldn’t help but blush softly. This was the first time that any of the Orcs had displayed anything resembling camaraderie to him.&nbsp; Sure, some of them had been genuinely grateful – but few had ever spoken to him in a way other than as ‘a human’ – a distinct other. He continued to treat the Orc – and after the big male ate, he took his bowl and cup to be cleaned – coming back to find the big brute passed out, nude. Good – sleep would do him good. <br><br>The human sighed softly, dragging the basin of water inside and dipping a cloth into it. Quietly, he walked around to the Orc’s head, gently dipping the warm cloth down and cleaning the Orc of some of the dust covering him, rubbing the green skin in gentle strokes – having done this many times, and being well-used to cleaning a patient up without waking them. He moved down the Orc’s face – thorough, but remarkably gentle with his soft hands, giving the Orc’s barrel chest a quick once over, before giving pause. <br><br>The Orc’s member hung there, slightly erect and angled towards the big male’s stomach. A proud, mighty thing – jade-skinned, thick, uncut.&nbsp; Hyahm couldn’t help himself. He stared, for a moment, at the thing. At the Orc’s red treasure trail. At his hefty orbs. Granlok was . . . well, rather beautiful, in that rough Orcish way. Hyahm held out a hand, letting it drift slowly towards the Orc’s member. At the last moment, he paused, pulling away. What was he doing? He couldn’t betray a patient’s trust. He shook his head, cursing himself softly, before going to get a blanket, covering the Orc up carefully, before moving to start cleaning the clothes that he’d used that day in the corner of the tent, with the basin of water he’d brought for the Orc. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>01-10-2013, 02:52:30</strong>
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				Granlok seemed none the wiser that his body had nearly tempted the noble priest from his code. If there was any line crossed, he didn't make any sign about it. He slept for the hour, finally waking up with a groaning stretch. The magic had continued to work in deeper to fix the deepest parts of the wound. It was clear Granlok had a hard time believing it, flexing his leg and moving it about before getting off the table. He stood up on the leg, lifting up his foot to tap at the back of his thigh to test the muscle. He had a big grin on his face ever since he woke up, but it didn't seem ridiculous that a man who could have just died would be happy to be standing again only an hour later. He submitted to Hyahm's tests, but made his way home once it was deemed he was well enough. Granlok didn't offer much else in the way of pleasantries, but one more firm pat on the human's shoulder before he left. <br><br>Over the next week, Hyahm's 'practice' started to see more orcs. Where before, they would only show up for major or life threatening injuries, now they seemed more comfortable with showing up even for smaller fixes. Whatever gave them confidence seemed to also have informed them that the healing magic worked better when they were naked. Hyahm had to inform each patient in the first few days that the lack of clothing did not matter, but was exposed to more than a couple of naked orcs before the rumor was squashed. Hyahm's sample size of orc genitalia was larger now, and Granlok was still the largest Hyahm had seen in the camp. <br><br>It was a week later before Hyahm saw Granlok again. The large orc showed up at Hyahm's tent in the middle of the day. He was clothed this time, a pair of leather breeches and a loose fitting linen t-shirt with a wide neck that showed the center of his chest and that red hair. He was in good health, and it was confirmed it was a social call when he went right in, "Hey! Couple of the guys and us are going out hunting tonight. Thought maybe you'd want to come with." He didn't seem to feel the need to clarify why they would need a healer while going out hunting, but did clarify, "We'd have you back mid day tomorrow. Maybe late day."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>01-10-2013, 03:12:33</strong>
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				While it was certainly true that the magic worked best when he could lay hands directly on the afflicted area, the overall clothing level meant very little – and Hyahm spent the next week in a perpetual state of blush – as at least three Orcs a day seemed to come into his practice and start to take their clothes off. A few seemed to be genuinely misinformed – while others seemed to have a strange sort of grin on their face, a teasing tone in their voice that only seemed to make the boy’s embarrassment worse. A few of them found themselves shooed right out of the tent, without even having time to put their clothes back on. <br><br>When Granlok came into his tent, he was relieved that he didn’t have to tell this particular Orc that he had to put his clothes back on. He smiled up at the burly male – the good cheer radiating from him almost infectious. “Um . . . I mean, if you’re worried about someone getting hurt, I can. I have nothing planned – we’ll need to be close by, of course, in case there is an emergency here.” Unlikely, given that the next day was the weekly day of rest. <br><br>He accepted the details from Granlok – and at onset of evening, he met Granlok and his mates at the edge of the settlement. He was dressed in leather breeches, walking boots, and a loose-fittening linen tunic. He had a pack slung over his shoulder, full of medical and camping supplies. He wouldn’t broach any conversation himself – feeling awkward enough surrounded by a group of fully adult Orc men, self-conscious about his size, his race, and his level of masculinity in comparison. He’d follow them out into the wilderness, to wherever they intended to set camp up. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>01-10-2013, 03:59:58</strong>
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				Granlok made no motion to correct why Hyahm thought he was going. He did give a short laugh, making it clear there was some miscommunication between the two. The meeting spot contained Granlok, and three other orcs who were clearly miners, based on their heights and builds. The orcs were all dressed for comfort: pants and loose fitting linen blouses. They all had packs, some of which were carrying spears, axes, and nets. The bottom of Granlok's pack was a wooden cask tucked across his lower back. The other orcs seemed amused about the Human's presence, but they didn't offer any direct ribbing outside of shit-eating grins. <br><br>The party of five started walking away from the encampment, through a path along the mountains. They didn't seem to care to follow any sort of tracks, they weren't even going off the beaten path where any sort of beast would usually be. The four orcs talked amongst themselves, with only Granlok offering a glance back to make sure Hyahm could keep up with their longer strides and stamina. The fact that they all lived in the small community was evident in that they simply didn't have anything interesting to say. They mostly talked about mining and miners, and occasionally about something somebody did when they were drunk. <br><br>The party walked for hours, until finally coming across a larger open space in the mountains. A less beaten path lead down to a recessed, open space. It was almost entirely enclosed in the cliff sides, if not for a few smaller paths that lead off out of the basin. It seemed to be the spot, as the orcs gestured over for you to see it. There were some large logs pulled in to form crude benches around a central pit of rocks. The entrance down didn't involve any climbing, per say, but it was very steep. The three other orcs went down first, and Granlok took a moment to pull Hyahm in close, growling in, "Be careful. Don't want to rough up those smooth hands of yours..." It could have been a threat, if it wasn't for that big grin on his face. <br><br>Once in the clearing, all four of the orcs started setting up the tent with a silence and a speed that made it clear this wasn't the first time they had done this. The spears, axes, and nets got set down in favor of pulling out materials for three tents, and materials for the fire. The sun was just starting to set, the light coming right down the path to keep the clearing illuminated, as the fire was started. One orc was already putting some meat on the fire that they apparently brought with them. Granlok took the cask from his pack and opened it up, pouring glasses and handing off a strong booze. <br><br>He took a seat on one of the benches, while the other three were still setting up. He pat a seat down next to him while pouring two more cups of that dark beer. One glass was only half full, and offered to Hyahm, while he took a full one, "No using your Light to keep from getting drunk... Camp's gonna be find without you. You gotta relax..." He raised his own glass up as a faux toast before taking a swig from it, expecting the human to follow suit. This was apparently what they referred to as 'hunting': going out with just the guys and getting drunk. It probably seemed silly given that was what they usually did, just in the camp. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>01-10-2013, 04:15:06</strong>
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				Hyahm was a slow drinker. Intentionally so, it seemed, as he was just sipping at his beer for the most part – having never had the chance to develop a taste for the stuff, before. He knew that he shouldn’t be doing this – shouldn’t be drinking. If someone needed his help – sure, that was a concern. But more than that, he was a priest of the light – getting drunk was immoral, and something he should avoid partaking in. But there was something about the Orc’s energy, and the smile that he’d received that made him flush slightly, stutter out “wouldn’t dream of it”, and drink – having passed off his tent to the other Orcs, who’d claimed they’d take care of it. He hadn’t even noticed that the tent hadn’t been put up, when the Orcs came down to sit around the fire and joint hem. Granlok’s smile had made him feel warm – the same warmth he’d felt when the Orc had helped him up the incline. He didn’t know what to make of it.<br><br>He let Granlok sit next to him, making no movement to leave, drinking until his felt pleasantly dizzy, though not particularly impaired. The rest of the Orcs, meanwhile, seemed to be packing it away. Laughing and joking to themselves. He didn’t know what to say to any of them. All he could think about was how warm Granlok felt, this close to him. He needed a break. Needed to clear his head. “I need to pass water,” he mumbled, moving to stand and walk away from them to the periphery of the camp, towards the other side of the tents, unbuttoning his trousers and withdrawing himself, intending to relieve himself out of view of the Orcs. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>01-10-2013, 05:14:47</strong>
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				Granlok seemed happy enough to let Hyahm drink at his own pace, as long as he kept drinking. Whenever Granlok refilled his cup, he made sure to keep Hyahm at the middle-point of his own glass. The orcs seemed to get looser as they drank the booze, getting more animated in their stories. Granlok was involved, but he kept an arm around Hyahm's shoulders, keeping the smaller human against his side. The orcs didn't seem to need Hyahm to join the conversation, happy to talk around as if he wasn't there. <br><br>Hyahm was allowed to leave, Granlok's hand running down his back from his shoulders to help him get up on his own feet. The orcs talked amongst themselves, some joke that made them laugh as the human left. It was only fifteen seconds later before Hyahm could hear the heavy footsteps of Granlok behind him. He walked right up to where Hyahm was attempting to find privacy, saddling up next to him and undoing his own breeches. His thick fingers were clumsy, showing that he was perhaps drunker than he looked. He reached a hand in, pulling out his sack and that thick length. He gripped his own dick, idly skinning back the foreskin so exposing that thick darker mushroom tip.<br><br>Hyahm finished urinating before it was clear that Granlok didn't have the same need. He was just idly running his hand up an down his thickening length. He grinned around those tusks down at Hyahm, "You can touch if you want..." He took a swig from the glass with the hand that wasn't holding his dick, "All men in the mining camp... Learned a long time ago to spot the ones who are more than a little curious?" He licked over his chops, "You don't gotta by shy, you got a nice soft touch, Pink."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>01-10-2013, 05:24:46</strong>
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				Hyahm said nothing when the Orc moved to stand beside him – knowing that, for real men like these, there should be no problem with urinating near each other – and he didn’t want to draw any undue attention to himself by protesting it. But when the Orc just stood there, prick hanging from his trousers – dangling there and bouncing slightly as the Orc reached down to stroke himself. Then the big male spoke – his voice low, husky. The voices from the campfire seeming to have died slightly, as they’d watched Granlok step away. <br><br>Hyahm turned scarlet, at the suggestion. The Orc had likely never seen him that embarrassed. Already tucked away, he turned slowly to look up at the Orcs, eyes somewhat wide as the male stood there, unabashedly exposed, smiling down at him. The human took a single step to the side, in the direction of the campfire. “I . . . I mean, I’m flattered, Granlok. That you would have such an interest in me. But I’m afraid that I, uh, I really can’t, I’m sorry. W-we should get back to the others, they’ll start to ask questions if we’re gone too long.” Shit. What was the correct course of action here? The alcohol fogged his mind, made him feel heavy – but he wasn’t nearly drunk enough to know that this was a situation he should likely remove himself from immediately.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>01-10-2013, 06:08:06</strong>
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				Granlok chuckled at the sight of the human turning a darker shade of pink. Even as Hyahm took that small step away, Granlok held his position with his cock hanging out from his breeches, the heavy weight draped over large balls. The refusal and the stammered reasoning just got an arched brow from the older orc. He licked over his chops again, tongue sliding over the side of a tusk in a predatory way, "Don't you worry about them." He let go of his own dick, tipping the glass back and emptying it out down his throat. The wooden cup was tossed aside, clopping and skittering to the side and freeing Granlok's hands. He had the same gleeful expression of somebody attempting to wrestle a greased pig, "You don't gotta worry about anything except me. Not them, not your Light... Bout time you did something you enjoy for yourself." <br><br>Granlok stepped in and closed the distance, making what little distance Hyahm had tried to create before seem foolish. His big hands reached down and gripped the human's hips, pulling him in close, thumping the human against his broad chest. Even mostly clothed, that scent of virility, that sweat and musk mixing with the beer on his breath. He brought his mouth down to Hyahm's ear, letting his beard rub against the human's smooth skin. He talked, his voice a low growl, "You know you want it... bet you ain't ever seen a big green dick as nice as that, eh? You ain't gotta be shy, son." One hand dislodged from Hyahm's hip, but encircled around the back of his lower back, keeping the human from going anywhere. His other hand reached down, grabbing at the bottom of his shirt roughly and pulling it up over his chest and over his head. He leaned his head in close to the human's ear, his lips brushing across it, "I'm gonna make you feel real good, son." <br><br>Granlok pressed his face into Hyahm's neck, the broad jaw forcing it's way between the human's shoulder and jawline. He dragged his tongue across the smooth flesh, his tusks dully dragging across the skin in the same motion and his beard scratching at the smooth skin. The hand across Hyahm's back dug fingertips into the skin of his back, dragging across it in a dull scratch. He did all that while keeping his hips cocked to the side, giving the human room to get near his dick all while still compressing the human against his front. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>01-10-2013, 06:24:05</strong>
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				Hyahm felt the urge to run build up in his mind, his feet almost making him turn on his heel and run before the Orc caught him – that same shit-eating, predatory grin on his face as he held the boy firmly – though carefully, and pulled him close, back into that warmth – into the heavy smell of the powerful Orcish body, into the warmth that wrapped around him and held him close as the big male leaned in to let his facial hair tickle against smooth, terribly soft skin. Hyahm’s back arched a bit as he was tickled, stifling a groan at the feeling of the Orc’s warm breath. “Granlok, don’t-“<br><br>But he was powerless to stop the shirt being pulled off of his body, exposing an equally smooth pink form, perfect little nipples on a chest that was thin, but padded by the slightest bit of baby fat – making it soft, and approachable. The Orc leaned down to taste his neck, scratching his back lightly at the same time, and this time the human failed to stifle the noise that he made – a small cry of what seemed to be pleasure, mixed with confusion, as he experienced pleasure that was new, and practically surreal for his formerly pure existence. He couldn’t help it – he pressed back against the Orc a bit – desiring further closeness to that powerful form, hand drifting down to . . .<br><br>It felt incredibly hot in his hands. Like it might burn him. It throbbed in time with the Orc’s heartbeat, and felt heavy in his palm. The boy’s breathing stopped for a moment, as he touched the Orc. Then, just as quickly, he’d released, trying to grip the Orc by the face and pull him away from his neck. “I can’t, Granlok, I’m sorry, but I can’t –“ Not even bothering trying to keep his voice down, as he pulled the Orc away – with the unintended side-effect of now leaving them face the face – the Orc’s warm breath hitting him square in the face, washing over his lips, as his eyes threatened to start to water from confusion. “I-I can’t do this . . .”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>01-10-2013, 15:54:39</strong>
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				Granlok gave a low grunt and a groan as that small, soft hand wrapped around his dick. His cock throbbed and pulsed at the feeling, twitching as even the brief touch caused it to surge to life. Hyahm froze up at the contact, but it just made Granlok come more alive. His breath began to pick up, his breathing catching in his throat and causing an almost growl with each exhale. <br><br>The push to his face got a grunt of confusion, followed by a soft dark chuckle. His head was more guided from Hyahm's neck than it was forced out, but he looked the human square in the eyes, that shit-eating grin still on his face. The arm around Hyahm's lower back stayed resolute, fingers digging in to the opposite hip in a combined effort of groping and restraining the human. Granlok licked over his chops, his hot breath washing over Hyahm's face, the smell of the beer on his breath, "You're thinking too much, Pink. You're the only one stopping yourself."<br><br>Watery eyes and tears didn't have any effect on the orc. He did most of his growing up in a mining facility surrounded by other orc men; tears and confusion simply had no merit. Granlok slid a hand down and enveloped the human's crotch, pressing his palm up against the hard dick in Hyahm's pants, "You want this. And I want this. It's going to happen. If your King or your Light doesn't want you to do it, they better speak up quick." He gives a snort, letting go of Hyahm's crotch and sliding his rough hand up across his exposed chest and stomach. <br><br>The hand moves up to Hyahm's shoulder, squeezing firmly, but with not quite the brute force he applied when he was getting healed. The other hand disengaged from around the small of Hyahm's back, and slipped up to the human's other shoulder. It was by no means stealthy, those big limbs couldn't move anywhere without people noticing. Granlok kept eye contact with the human, watching his expression, that same predatory smile on his face. <br><br>The grip on the shoulders finally showed their intent, pushing down to force the human down to his knees. The orc was content to apply whatever pressure was necessary, cutting through any physical or verbal resistance, until Hyahm was eye level with his green half-hard dick. Hyahm only got an eyeful for a moment, before one of those big hands slipped off his shoulder and clasped the back of his head, easily palming it, digging his fingertips into the soft hair. Hyahm's head was pulled in, firmly pressing him against Granlok's pelvis. Granlok rolled his hips in, grinding in firmly, scratchy pubes against Hyahm's face, heavy balls against his chin, and that fat throbbing cock pulsing against Hyahm's cheek and forehead; all while burying that nose right in at the source of that intoxicating and undeniably masculine scent. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>01-10-2013, 19:22:43</strong>
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				Fear and confusion played across the human’s face, deep uncertainty as to what he was expected to do, what he expected himself to do, in this situation.&nbsp; He should fight. He knew that he should fight. That was the only sensible thing to do. But, even if he did, the drunk Orc was infinitely stronger than he was. Friendly now, but who knew how he might react if the boy tried to use some of that magic on him, tried to force him away in earnest? <br><br>The Orc manhandled him around easily, catching a handful of his groin and giving it a squeeze, causing the boy to gasp out, toes curling, body seeming to fold itself in half as he tried to pull back, tried to protect himself from the molesting hand. All the same, his prick throbbed in the Orc’s hand. He was achingly hard. Nobody had ever touched him there before. All of these debauched feelings swirling around in his head – he was finding it harder and harder to resist them.<br>&nbsp;<br>The smell of the Orc assaulted him, as Granlok guided him to his knees. Pungent, masculine, powerful – radiating off of his exposed crotch, the scent of sweat and pure manly odor filling his lungs as he was pressed up into the point where the Orc’s cock and balls met – that same immense heat he’d felt earlier now covering his face, pulsing, drooling a thin string of pre-seed onto his forehead. When the Orc groaned at the touch, he realized that he might have a way through this, afterall.<br><br>“Okay,” he breathed out, pulling himself back enough to look up at the Orc, pleading, “Okay, I admit it. I . . . I want you. And I want this.” He reached up, taking the Orc-hood in-hand, giving it a testing squeeze. “But . . . but not like this, please understand. I have never – and I don’t want my first experience to be on my knees in the dirt. Please.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>01-10-2013, 21:38:24</strong>
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				Granlok's hand was firm in making sure Hyahm didn't pull too far back from his crotch. The orc was enjoying the hot breath and soft skin against his cock and balls too much. His dick was growing harder for the second, reaching the level of rigidity necessary to heft that heavy weight up horizontal. Precum started to drip out from the head, still covered by that foreskin, glistening thin slime dripping down the underside of his dick and disappearing in the roots of his red pubes. Hyahm was allowed to pull back enough to speak, but Granlok took pleasure and curling his fingers into that hair to tighten his grip.<br><br>The response got a deep dark chuckle from the orc. He was sucking in his gut the slightest bit necessary to watch his dick hover over the human's face. The sheer girth of his member enough to almost obscure the vision of one eye. His free hand came down to grip the base of his own dick, giving it a slow stroke up to the head, milking out a thicker bead of precum and letting it drip right down onto the human's face. That grip moved back to the base to playfully slap that heavy weight, splattering that precum across the human's cheeks, nose, and lips. He finally responded with something verbal, a hint of sarcasm and impatience in his tone, "Where do you suggest we go, Hyahm? There aren't any silk beds for me to lie you down..." <br><br>Granlok leaned down, his dick pulling away as his face got closer, Hyahm still kept down on his knees, "You came here, thinking you were going to show us your Light, help us see your ways. Maybe you really came here because you wanted to be more like us? Maybe the Light brought you here for me to teach you a lesson, Pink..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>01-10-2013, 21:50:40</strong>
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				Hyahm didn’t bow. Didn’t shy away from the Orc’s face. He’d attempted to stay calm, because he’d been under the impression that the Orc desired him, and despite himself he wanted the Orc to continue doing so. He liked the affection, the affirmation he received from the larger male. But the Orc’s words were painting a slightly different picture. Not that he could make any firm conclusions on way or the other – but this was seeming as much like a power play as anything else. Hyahm knew that the Orc wouldn’t let him stand back up, but he still intended to stand his ground as best he could. He reached up, wiping away the goo that the Orc had left on his face, swiping his hand to the side and sending it flying off into the dirt. <br><br>“I came here because I wanted to help. And I have. I’ve paid you and yours uncountable kindnesses. Worked for free, for months, mending your bodies. Saved lives.” He took a small breath, never looking away from the Orc. “If the lesson you seek to teach me is ‘humility’, spare me. If I want this,” he grabbed the Orc by the prick again – his touch a little less gentle – though still careful with the Orc’s manhood, intending to prove a point, not cause damage, “then it will be on my terms.” He released. “Now, do you want me as a lover, or as a victim?” <br><br>Bold words, to be sure. But the human was visibly shaking. It was everything he could do to keep his voice from wavering, to keep eye contact with the Orc, as he attempted to assert his will. He desired the brute, that was true – but how that would play out would be decided in the next few seconds.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 00:06:05</strong>
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				Granlok gave another low, dark chuckle at the retort. Even with how serious Hyahm had become, Granlok still kept that smile on his face, though the grip to his dick did get a grunt from him, as well as a drop of precum from the head, "Little Pink is turning all red... Nobody's saying anything less of what you've done." Granlok tilted his head to the side, bringing his head down more and using that grip on Hyahm's hair to pull him in closer, "This ain't about putting you in your place, this is about you finding your place."<br><br>Granlok licked over his chops, "If you've got something you want, you just need to ask. Just need to take. Instead of being shy and 'respectful'... You want an orc, this is part of that package..." He growls, "I'll take you as a lover, but..." He breaks the eye contact and presses in to Hyahm's neck for another slow drag of his tongue, tusks, and beard. He works his way up to the human's ears, "I am impatient. I am demanding. I am rough." He nipped at the lobe of Hyahm's ear, flat teeth tugging gently, "I will fuck you tonight. Multiple times. And I will cross the line if that's what it takes to get there." <br><br>Granlok pulled back and stood upright again. His grip on Hyahm's head loosening up just enough to let him drop down fully to his knees again, bringing him once again, eye level, with Granlok's now fully hard dick. There was no questioning it now, that massive spire throbbing, veins along the outside, the head still covered by the foreskin as precum dribbled out steadily. Granlok looked down, "Tell me what you want, Hyahm."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 00:15:40</strong>
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				Hyahm didn’t know the first thing about bedding an Orc. It hadn’t occurred to him that there might be different standards at play, or that the Orc might have his own terms or expectations. Being a virgin, Hyahm had a great deal to learn about not just the physical side of what might transpire, but the mental as well. And being a human, he had a great deal to learn about what an Orc might expect or desire out of this arrangement. But Granlok, it seemed, had no particular malicious intent. Just a dominant nature, and a desire to express that. Fair enough. But Hyahm intended to get some of his dues as well, out of this.<br><br>The mouth on his neck, the drag of the tusks and tickle of the beard, gave him his first idea, as he kneeled before the Orc and reached forward, running a hand up the tree-trunk thick thigh, feeling the corded muscle there. “I . . . I want you. But first,” he swallowed, “I want you to kiss me. That’s the deal. You kiss me, then I . . . I’ll kiss this.” The edge of his hand touched the Orc’s groin, lifting the Orc’s member and his balls slightly. “I’ll pleasure you. And you will keep this a secret. Fair?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 00:45:34</strong>
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				Granlok looked down, watching as that hand came up his strong thigh, seeming to revel in Hyahm admitting his desires. Even as happy as that grin on his face made him look, he licked over his chops and shook his head as he responded, "No." The hand on Hyahm's hair tensed tighter, and Granlok's other large mitt reached down to grip under the human's armpit. Hyahm was hauled to his feet, standing up; more pressure under the armpit than in the hair, but the rough brute wasn't the most coordinated. The hands shifted, sliding down Hyahm's body and gripping him at the hips. <br><br>Granlok stepped forward, large strong strides, pushing Hyahm back until he pressed firmly against a cliff face, the rocks feeling cool and dusty against his exposed back. Granlok's hips pressed forward, pinning Hyahm's hips to the wall and grinding his dick against the human's stomach. His hands slid up quickly, one on the human's shoulder, holding him back, the other coming up to rest around his throat. The hand didn't squeeze, or press, it just kept Hyahm from looking anywhere from right up at the orc. Granlok spoke again, "No more secrets. No shame. The three we came with know I'm going to fuck you, they'll hear it when it happens... and when we get back I'm going to keep fucking you, and people are going to hear it then, too." He growled briefly, as if trying to find something in his memory, "But no other orc is going to fuck you -- unless you or me want them too..." He stresses the 'or,' making sure it's clear that it's not a 'and,' "And nobody is going to fuck you while you're working. Or they'll answer to me." <br><br>Granlok seemed to at least be thinking with logic, even if it was his own twisted logic, and the follow up terms probably were the best attempt he had at compromise. The hand resting under Hyahm's jaw slipped free, sliding down his side and down to the human's thigh. He hooked meaty fingers around the underside, pulling up Hyahm's thigh and knee, sliding it up along the outside of his own thick body. Granlok brought his head in closer, just inches away from the human's mouth, "Are you still my lover?" His voice was dark, and it made everything sound almost like a threat. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 00:57:10</strong>
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				Hyahm didn’t know how to respond to any of it. Granlok was one of the most powerful and well-liked Orcs in the entire settlement. Known by name by every Orc that worked the mine, by every courier that passed through, and by every official that managed the place from afar. If he submitted to this – let himself by taken by the Orc, practically owned by him, there was no telling how far-reaching the word would spread. How long it would be before all of his patients knew about it. He’d worked so hard to earn the respect of the Orcs, and this could easily undo all of that. <br><br>But, at the same point, Granlok was making a very convincing argument simply by virtue of standing there, breath passing over him, holding him close against that powerful form, radiating heat over him, smelling like the wild, powerful behemoth that he was. His argument was the pulsing hardness of the smaller male’s member, pressing against the confines of his breeches, against the Orc’s thigh. His argument was lust, plain and simple. If there was any real affection here, if the Orc felt anything for him besides that, it remained to be seen. <br><br>But they both already knew what Hyahm’s answer was. It had been clear since the boy had neglected to fight back, and neglected to use his magic to force the brute away. Hell, it had been clear since he’d carefully washed the large Orc’s body and looked upon his thick member. “You keep me safe. Take care of me. And I’m yours.” The smaller male said, quietly, looking into the Orc’s eyes with something that wasn’t quite certainty, but was not that same fear and confusion from earlier. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 01:19:54</strong>
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				Granlok's grin grew at the response, nodding his head slowly to make it clear that he heard. He stayed there, just those couple of inches away. Moving too quickly would make it seem like he didn't understand the terms, but he did. Every second of restraining himself felt like an hour, and that impatience he mentioned before catches up with him. His face closes the distance, slowly at first, his hot lips pressing against Hyahm's soft ones. That growl vibrates through his throat, against the human's lips. He continues to press in, tilting his head to the side, the dull tusks pressing against Hyahm's face. His lips open, and his tongue slips out insistently to gain entrance into Hyahm's mouth. <br><br>The first taste is slow, but as soon as he gets it, that lust builds up again. He presses his mouth in more insistently, pressing Hyahm's head back against the stone wall behind him. His hands slide down across the bare torso, grabbing and squeezing the muscles and bulk there on his way down to the human's hips. Both hands gripped them firmly, lifting the human up the few inches necessary that he can draw his hips back. He slipped his dick down, under Hyahm's body, the curve pressing against the crack of his still clothed ass while Granlok worked into that kiss.<br><br>The kiss wasn't something done out of obligation, the sloppy, passionate, growling exchange was done because the orc was enjoying it, as much as he was enjoying that Hyahm asked for it. His own chest was pressed up against Hyahm's, sweat soaking through the linen shirt still draped over his shoulders. Time wasn't flowing right for the orc, when he finally broke that kiss. His hips pushed forward to rest Hyahm's weight on it, as his hands reached down to pull the shirt from his pants and up over his head. His chest was heaving, glistening in the moon light. It was a moment of respite for Hyahm, for it was clear by the orcs motions that as soon as the shirt was fully dislodged from his arms, Hyahm's mouth would be occupied again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 01:31:47</strong>
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				If asked a year prior, if he believed that his first kiss would be given to an Orc, and an Orcish man to top it off, Hyahm might have almost been a little offended. But this – this felt right. He wasn’t a kiss that he engaged in so much as submitted to – as it seemed would be a lot of his experiences with the Orc. Their mouths weren’t perfectly shaped for one another – but Granlok seemed to bypass that by simply owning his own, covering it with his larger mouth and invading it with his thick tongue, kissing him fiercely, passionately. Hyahm’s&nbsp; hands wandered aimlessly for a moment, across the linen-clad toros, feeling the gentle give of the Orc’s pudge over muscles that could crush his head in an instant – but held him with all the caution necessary to make sure that they didn’t. He opened his lips up to the Orc, allowing his mouth to be conquered by that tongue, encouraging it even as he suckled at the broad appendage, tasting the Orc’s saliva, and the beer he’d been drinking.<br>&nbsp;<br>When the Orc separated, removing his shirt, he waited just long enough for the garment to be tossed aside before leaning in and reaching up, sinking his hand into the Orc’s red beard and stroking through the hair there, as their mouths collided once more, the Orc pressing him back to the cave face as a that hefty body settled in over his own. Again, they kissed, Hyahm grinding softly back against the Orc’s, trapping his member between them. It was almost comforting, as animal as it was. It suggested that the Orc meant it, when he’d agreed. Finally, it was Hyahm that broke the second kiss, knowing that the Orc was likely becoming impatient. <br><br>“You want me to kneel, right here? If . . . if the other three are going to know, you might as well take me to your bedroll.” But he wouldn’t put up a fight, if the Orc pushed him to his knees again. A deal was, after all, a deal.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 01:53:24</strong>
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				Granlok pressed right in for the second kiss with all the same intensity as the former, as if the first kiss offered no solace to his growing lust. His upper body was bare now, the two bare torsos pressing into each other. Each slide of Granlok's arms and hands rubbing that rough skin across Hyahm's smoother skin. He gave a pleasant chuckle and a growl as Hyahm stroked through that short beard; the sensation was nice, but it was more about Hyahm exploring and finding what he wanted. <br><br>When Hyahm broke the kiss, Granlok proved not to be done. While Hyahm made his offers, Granlok once again found the human's neck. He licked that broad tongue across it like before, but this time offered small nips and bites at the tender flesh, moving down to the top of his shoulder and along his collar bone. He growled at the suggestion, his hands coming down to grip Hyahm's hips away. He pulled his body back, using that grip to slowly lower the Human down so his feet could touch the ground. Granlok brought a hand to the shoulder and ushered Hyahm to his knees, albeit it more gentle than he had before, "We stay here for now. I'm worried you'll get too shy at the camp... knowing those others are listening to you, watching the shadows... jerking off at the thought of your soft little body..." The words had a lilt to them, like he was daring Hyahm to tell him otherwise. <br><br>Granlok stood there in front of Hyahm, sandwiching him between the orc's body and the cliffs behind him. His dick stood out, looking as thick and angry as always. The heavy precum he had been dripping the whole time had started to make his balls glisten and his pubes matted down. Granlok kept a hand on Hyahm's head, but he didn't coach or guide the human. For the moment, letting him go at his own pace.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 02:04:17</strong>
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				Hyahm certainly would have loved to blush, to cry foul at the Orc’s words, but he wouldn’t have believed it himself. The looks that the Orcs had given him the whole trek here, and several times at the campsite, made sense now. This had all been planned from the start. From the moment he’d agreed to come with Granlok on this outing, it had been a certainty that he’d end up here – on his knees before the Orc. Weirdly, there was almost a sort of comfort in that. But whatever intentions the other Orcs might have on him, he didn’t have time to dwell upon them. He had a far larger task before him, at the moment.<br><br>Granlok’s cock hung before his face, thick and mighty and proud, leaking pre-seed into the dirt. Carefully, Hyahm brought a single finger to it, running it along the tip and scooping some of the stuff up with it. He looked up into the Orc’s eyes, as he licked the stuff from his finger. Remarkable sweet, and pleasant. Taking a deep breath, clearing his mind of any doubts, he reached with his other hand to grip the base of the Orc’s member, lifting it a bit so that it was perfectly aligned with his lips. He leaned in, then, until the tip was resting there – the Elf’s lips soft, and warm, and yielding to his tip slowly as they parted – carefully, wrapping around the Orc’s cock to take it onto his tongue and into his mouth. <br><br>He let it rest there – merely experience it’s salty taste, it’s texture, the way it felt in his mouth. He savored that for a moment, before pulling back and looking up at the Orc. “I’ve . . . I’ve never done this. Just tell me how you want me to do it, and I’ll do my best to comply.” He leaned in again, licking the Orc’s tip, pulling the foreskin back gently to fully expose it before running his tongue around the crown. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 02:46:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Granlok gave a growl at the sight of Hyahm collecting that precum on his finger and licking it clean. His hips rolled forward the slightest bit, an instinctual roll of his hips at a sight that very clearly turned him on. As the Human pressed in to kiss at the head, precum continued to dribble out across lips and onto his tongue. He gave a low groan at the first feel of soft lips against his head, sucking in his gut to get a good view of his dick against the 'pale' skin of the human. <br><br>He slides his hand through Hyahm's hair, rough fingertips pressing into his scalp, even if not demanding where the Human moves his head. Granlok gave another dark chuckle, cutting that steady growl in his throat, "Watch your teeth. Use your tongue. Lots of spit. Enjoy yourself." The skinning back the foreskin and exposing his more sensitive glans got another louder growl, the orc licking over his chops again, "Attaboy..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 05:20:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Watch your teeth" was a concern. The Orc was massive, and the boy's jaw could only stretch to accommodate so much. It was with a great deal of caution, and a folding of his lips over his teeth that he was able to proceed, taking the Orc a bit further in, just past the head. It occurred to him that he might be able to fashion some sort of brace, to put on his teeth and provide cushion space, insurance in case the Orc angled wrong on an inward thrust. Still, that was neither here nor there. He only had a few inches of the Orc inside his mouth, and he was able to handle that quite capably, despite his inexperience. He suckled gently, cleaning the member and savoring its taste. <br><br>"Use your tongue." Well, that was a no brainer. His tongue bathed the underside of the Orc's member, flicking along the bottom of it, tracing the elven alphabet into it as he bobbed slowly, methodically. Spit was easy enough to - the smell of the Orc, the taste, it got him drooling. He wasn't doing a half-bad job, after a minute - clumsy, sure but earnest. <br><br>And he seemed to be enjoying it. A soft hand rested on the Orc's hip, rubbing there affectionately as his other hand sought out the Orcs, snaking into it, seeking reassurance. Not that he needed much - the Orc sounded like he was enjoying it, so that provided a fine barometer for whether he was performing adequately or not. He let out a moan of his own, suckling a bit as he pulled back, providing suction, before sliding slowly forward - making his lips tight as the Orc's cock plunged over his tongue, nearly five inches in now. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 16:54:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was in Hyahm's favor that Granlok didn't get a lot of expert blowjobs from the miners he lived with. Every little motion was rewarded with more precum and heavy grunts. Granlok put an am up against the cliff wall behind Hyahm to lean in and look down. The Human could feel his eyes bearing down, staring with the intensity of somebody trying to judge an intricate dance move. If he was looking for failures, he hadn't been vocal about any of them yet. He cooed down little words of 'inspiration,' "Yeah... attaboy... You look so good down there around that dick... You're loving that drink, ain'tcha?" <br><br>Hyahm pushing his face down, and that muffled moan around his dick got a louder growl from Granlok. His hips pushed forward, sliding another inch in, even if it meant the fat mushroom tip of his dick brushing against the opening to Hyahm's throat. He moaned at the feeling of that hot moist tunnel around what was still only half of his dick. Granlok slowly pulled his dick back, watching it glisten with Hyahm's spit, watching strings of precum connect his dick to the Human's face. Soon his dick was pulled free entirely, Granlok reaching down to smear that fat cockhead across Hyahm's cheeks before those hands came down to under the Human's armpits. <br><br>Hyahm was once again hauled up to be standing up. Granlok pressed in again, his stomach, chest, and dick pressing Hyahm back against the cliff face. Granlok got in close, "Get your pants off." He didn't allow for a retort, pressing in firmly for another deep rough kiss. His own hands came down to push his own pants down the rest of the way down his legs. Once they got past his strong thighs, they fell to the ground without any issue. He kicked them aside, not caring if they ended up in a bush. His dick was ground into Hyahm's stomach, the underside of the head sliding across his smooth skin like a wet sponge, smearing precum across the skin. He murmured into the kiss, "You taste even better when you taste like my dick..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 23:09:59</strong>
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				((So sorry for the lateness of this response. I had a deadline sneak up on me, and had to get a piece that I was writing done.))<br><br>The encouragement worked. Rather than making the boy complacent, it made him want to perform better, to provide the Orc with even greater pleasure. The heavy meat on his tongue, leaking that sweet, salty preseed, didn't hurt his enthusiasm either. He wasn't nearly ready to take the thing into his throat, yet, but he didn't gag immediately or pull away when it pressed there briefly, teasing him with what was to come. As the Orc withdraw, he continued to lap at the spit-soaked prick, running his tongue along the tip. <br><br>When the Orc lifted him up, growling out the order and burying their lips together, he felt a small chill run down his spine. If the Orc meant to . . . he was immense, and Hyahm was virginal. He didn't know if the Orc had done this before - perhaps burying himself in one of his subordinates in the mines, but he was certain that he'd never done so to a human, quite a bit smaller than himself.<br><br>Even with these misgivings, the human reached down, pushing his trousers down, stepping out of him carefully. He didn't exactly like leaving them in the dirt, but he was a bit distracted by the Orc's thick tongue dominated his mouth, moving over every inch of it, while his throbbing member leaked clear preseed onto his stomach. "I-I don't know if I can do this . . ." He whimpered out, after they'd disconnected, "Y-you're really big . . ."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 00:47:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Granlok was easy to please. Just watching the human try so hard, struggling with a dick too big for him, was enough to keep that steady flow of precum flowing out. That thin slime dripped all across Hyahm's face and hair, the smell of it soaking into his skin. He ground his dick against Hyahm's stomach as they kissed, letting him feel the size of it in comparison to his own width. If it was going to fit, it was clear it wouldn't fit easily. The concerns brought a dark chuckle from Granlok. Where Hyahm was concerned, it just sounded like dirty talk to the orc, "I will make it fit. You are mine, Hyahm." A hand came up, turning Hyahm's face to the side, Granlok dragging his tongue across the neck again, pressing his face in against the side of Hyahm's head, sniffing at him. That growl was right in his ear, "It will hurt, but that will pass. Eventually. Then 'it' will be your entire world..." <br><br>He chuckled darkly again, pushing at the wall with a grunt, and suddenly leaving a space between them. The air felt cold compared to the heat that Granlok was giving off before. The orc took a few heavy steps back before he dropped down. He sat on the ground first, before laying out on his back right on the floor. His dick was still hard, precum dripping down onto his stomach, the green skin around his crotch already glistening with spit. He patted his hips, "Lay done over me with your mouth on my dick..." The position was actually three fold: One, so Hyahm wouldn't have to lay on the ground; Two, when Granlok's hips instinctively thrust up, he wouldn't be pinned down to take it; Three, because it would place the human's ass in front of his face. He already looked impatient, and strong hands came up to help guide the human in place over his body. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 00:59:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hyahm shivered as the Orc's tongue ran alongside his face, groaning softly. The Orc was clearly not interested in taking 'no' for an answer. Maybe he'd gotten in over his head. Maybe this was a mistake - one that he'd soon come to regret.&nbsp; But it was hard to really follow that line of thinking when he smelled like the Orc, covered in his sweat, his spit, his pre-seed. When the Orc held him so firmly, kissed him so passionately. Every inch of the Orc radiated masculine power and control. Even if Hyahm had wanted to resist, he had the feeling that the Orc would have had his way, sooner or later, without even needing to take it by force. <br><br>The boy complied with the Orc's request, carefully positioning his body so that he was lying across the Orc's bulky green form, the Orc's cock slipping back into his mouth, as he suckled on it gently. He could feel the Orc's warm breath on his backside, washing over his own groin, and the feeling made him shudder. His legs were smoother, decently athletic. His ass perfectly round and firm, inviting further exploration. Unlike the Orc, whose sphere was in masculine power and wildness, the boy's sexual energy leaned more towards innocence, burgeoning exploration of the sins of the flesh. So much smooth and clean for the Orc to defile.<br><br>His ass was perfectly clean - the young doctor fastidious in his hygiene. He didn't know what exactly the Orc had planned - but he knew that, sooner or later, his virgin hole would be receiving a lot more attention than he'd ever planned on.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 01:13:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Granlok's hands helped Hyahm set down, the light weight of the human's body feeling like nothing across his thick frame. For as soft as the orc looked, it was clear he was all strong muscle underneath. Hyahm could feel the muscles tensing and standing strong against the weight of his body. His dick jumped at the first feel of that mouth again, precum spurting out anxiously, giving Hyahm whatever fill he wanted. Granlok's hands reached up and gripped the back of Hyahm's thighs, pushing them forward to almost force his knees to straddle his broad chest, pushing that ass back out to him. Rough fingers ran up and down those thighs, squeezing and stroking the soft creamy skin, "There you go... See if you can get more in there... Don't forget my balls, Pink." <br><br>Granlok's hands slipped up, crossing the threshold to the human's ass. His hands dwarfed it, each mitt grabbing a cheek and squeezing. His rough fingertips dug in, a gesture that was actually gentle for his standards. He spread them apart, looking down at that small puckered hole and the crack of Hyahm's ass. The human would feel Granlok's chest tensing, the orc's face moving in closer. Hyahm could feel the heat of his face, the heat of his breath washing over his ass and over that crack. Granlok took a sniff, like how one might smell a meal before diving in. There was a brief pause, and suddenly Hyahm felt that thick, hot, wet tongue sliding up the crack of his ass. Even the orc's thick tongue spreading the cheeks apart as he licked from the bottom of Hyahm's taint, up until his tongue brushed over that hole. That first lick came with a growl that made it hard to tell of Granlok loved or hated the taste. <br><br>Those hands reaffirmed his grip on Hyahm's ass before Granlok's face pressed in more firmly. His square jaw pressing against the crack, as his mouth focused directly over that silky-smooth hole. His tusks dug into the cheeks as he ground his nose into the human's crack. His tongue worked feverishly, painting broad strokes over the hole. Soon that wasn't enough, and his tonguetip started prodding and teasing that ring, rolling around the opening, but not quite pushing hard enough to slip in. Wet slurping and growling came from behind as the pressure built up. With a grunt, that wet tongue wormed its way in past Hyahm's defenses, into his ass. As soon as the tip worked in, Granlok pushed as much of his tongue in as he could reach. He slobbered as he tongue-fucked the human, snarling like he was tearing apart a prey animal with his teeth. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 02:19:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hyahm hadn't paid much attention to the Orc's balls so far - it simply hadn't occured to him that that might be somewhere where the Orc would want attention. He looked down at them, dangling below the Orc's heavy shaft - heavy and swollen with Orc seed. These were the centers of the Orc's masculinity. The point where it originated. He let the tip of the Orc's cock slip from his mouth, brushing along his cheek as he leaned down past it, to put his face right up against the Orc's sack. The orbs were just a bit too large to really get into his mouth easily - so soft hands reached down instead, lifting the sack up in his palms, and pressing his mouth to it, kissing each one, before wrapping his mouth half-around one, suckling there, very careful and tender with then. <br><br>He tensed up when the Orc spread his cheeks. It would have been impossible not to. His pink, hairless hole winked at the Orc, his back tensing as he felt the Orc sniff him, breath into him. Then, the first lick. "A-ah . . ." The boy gasped weakly, face pressed into the Orc's balls. "B-by the light, what . . ." The next lick came, making him groan again. The Orc's tongue started to move around his hole, warm and slick, massaging there. The boy's face turned bright red from the sensation, his body growing warm. But it was nothing compared to when the tongue actually slipped inside of him.<br><br>His eyes widened, his breath became short. The thick tongue working inside of him was the first thing to ever broach that entrance, and immediately the boy was whining and squirming. "O-oh, aaah . . . f-feels . . . feels good, no, ngh . . ." If his vocalizations were anything to go by - somewhere between begging for more, and begging for it to stop, the Orc was doing his job very well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>05-10-2013, 02:42:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Granlok grinned against the human's ass, even if nobody could see it. His dick throbbed, twitching and jerking, the heavy weight slapping against Hyahm's cheeks as more precum bubbled down into his hair. Just the sounds he was evoking from the human, and the way he was getting right into that obedient worship of his balls. The scent of sweat and musk was stronger from there, and no matter how well Hyahm cleaned them off, they always seemed to be indicators of the orc's virility. Granlok continued his slathering across Hyahm's hole. The deeper his tongue pushed in, the wider it split the Priest's hole open. He pushed his tongue in and out, slipping all the way out so the tongue was free before diving back in as hard as he could. His dull nails dug into those cheeks, his tusks grinding in, with all the force of trying to push his entire skull into Hyahm.<br><br>He growled out between slow deep licks, "Tell me how much you love it, boy. Tell me how bad you want it. Tell me how much you love that green dick. Tell me who you belong to." He didn't give Hyahm any ease in answer, forcing that tongue back inside, curling it in and licking at his inner walls like a dog trying to get peanut butter from a jar. One hand pulled off the pale ass, drawing back and slapping down with a loud crack, just to feel that ring tighten around his tongue. His hand pulled off again, but no strike came this time, instead, one thick fingertip wormed between the orc's face and the human's ass. Granlok pulled his tongue back, but his face was still close, as his rough finger pushed into that soft hole. Even one finger was as big as some smaller humans, but the slobbering helped loosen and slick up Hyahm. That finger pushed in slowly, not stopping until his knuckles were pressing against Hyahm's taint.<br><br>Granlok curled that finger and drew it out, dragging right across Hyahm's prostate in the process. He started fucking that finger in and out, watching the Hyahm's body react, watching that hole quiver. Soon, just watching wasn't enough, and he went back to trying to eat out the human's ass. He wasn't willing to remove his finger, and it proved difficult, but Granlok was willing to work at trying to get both finger and tongue into that hole as deep as he could. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 04:44:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Orc was devouring his hole, going at it with a ferocity that would have been terrifying, had Hyahm not been entirely too distracted by the pleasure. For a moment, he felt overwhelmed, unable to focus on pleasing the Orc as the big male serviced his hole, getting it slicker and more pliable by the second. When the Orc's gruff commands came, demanding that the boy sully his own tongue with the filthy admissions, he said nothing until he felt that heavy hand smack down on his backside, making him cry out and grip tightly to the Orc's thighs, as his rump burned hot from the impact of the heavy, calloused mitt. At that point, he didn't care if the smack was an admonishment for not speaking, or just done because the Orc felt like it - he was ready to talk. <br><br>"A-ah, you, I belong to you!" He moaned, hips gyrating slightly. "I belong to you, to serve your body. I-I'll do anything you want, I - nngh!" He gripping into the thighs again, his breath growing short from the Orc's attention, his tight hole squeezing down on the invading tongue. "I'm yours . . . by the light, I'm yours . . ." It felt weird to say. Honestly, even now, he didn't know where this would leave the two of them, what the Orc would expect from their relationship. But right now, he didn't really care, either. The finger inside of him, easily thicker than his own cock, only made it worse, as his ass was stretched quite a bit farther than he'd ever thought possible, forced to accommodate both the tongue and the digit, each drilling into him, preparing him for his impending deflowering-by-way-of-Orc. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 04:54:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was hard to tell if Granlok approved of the answers. His dick was already spewing precum so readily, his mouth was already a cacophony of sloppy snarls and growls. He made no move to stop though, tongue and finger trying to prepare the human's asshole with an amount of flesh that most humans would have considered more than enough. He was happy to show Hyahm all the pleasure he could get with having his ass played with, even if Granlok was not interested in it. It was all just to show the human how good it could be -- because Granlok knew it was going to hurt like hell at first. <br><br>Eventually, Granlok's tongue pulled free and his head pulled back. That rough finger continued to thrust in and out, each time brushing across that sensitive bundle of nerves in the human's ass. The thick, copious spit proved to be enough lubrication for him to slide that finger back and forth faster, and even for Granlok to push a second finger in along side it. He pushed both those fingers in and out, slower at first, but as the hole became less yielding, they moved faster. Granlok growled down to the human, "How do you want to get fucked first? On your back like a woman, or on all four like an animal?" Granlok was trying to give the human some control over the situation, though it was minor in the grand scheme of things. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 06:23:37</strong>
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				The Orc may have been attempting to give him some control, but he clearly wasn't interested in allowing him much dignity. Whether this was the result of the big male's dominant tendencies, casual disregard, or simple obliviousness - Hyahm couldn't really say for sure.&nbsp; But by the time that second finger entered him, stretching him terribly, making him writhe and groan, it was far too late to be embarrassed. "O-on my baack," he moaned, voice almost sounding like he sobbed the word out, "l-like a woman," he added, at an insistant press from the Orc's finger. <br><br>Like a woman, yes. He'd heard stories of back during the war. Of women, captured, turning sides after being subjected to fat Orc prick. It was all bullshit, of course - cuckolding tales meant to rile soldiers into states of jealous frenzy. But now, lying on top of the Orc's body - with that stinking cock hanging in front of his face - so lewd, so inviting - he could almost believe it.&nbsp; His ass was almost ready, now - able to take the two fingers handily, even as it clutched and clenched down on the invading digits, perfect tight, hot, and soft inside. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 18:26:49</strong>
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				Granlok gave a dark chuckle at the human's response, savoring as Hyahm used the same descriptors as he did for the position. Those two fingers continued to fuck in and out, occasionally Granlok spitting on the hole to add more of that lubrication, as his dick continue to drip and pump out precum. The two fingers began to scissor open, spreading that hole around them, but this was more for Granlok to look on with lewd appreciation than it was to prepare the human. Even two fingers was hardly enough to compare to the orc's dick, but the fingers slipped free, proving it was all the mercy Hyahm was going to get. Granlok looked on at the hole, now darker from the abuse, watching it struggle to clench down after being held open so wide, the orc growling out, "I'm a lucky man..." <br><br>Granlok's hands reached back up to grip Hyahm's hips, squeezing enough to lift the human's lower half up and nudge him aside, though still expecting the human to climb off. He gave a grunt as he sat up, and in one motion, pushed his body over the human's. He hovered over Hyahm, one palm flat on the ground over his shoulder to support the orc as his body blocked out the stars and the moon, removing any sense of how much time had passed from the human. The other arm reached right under, cupping under the small of Hyahm's back to lift him up and place the human down exactly where Granlok wanted him. He looked down at the human, as if savoring the sight of the virgin one last time. The hand moved out from under Hyahm's back, sliding up each leg and hooking under the knee, bringing them up and pressing them to Hyahm's chest. He pressed that knee in, a silent insistence that it stay there, even as his hand moved to repeat the treatment for the other. Hyahm could hold them down himself, or just place the feet against the orc's broad chest. <br><br>Granlok reared up, the orc kneeling in the ground in front of Hyahm's exposed ass. One hand reached down to grip the base of his dick, rubbing that slick, fat cockhead up the human's crack. He nudged the back of Hyahm's balls with that fat uncut head, finding the difference in size between the two amusing and arousing at the same time. That head trailed back down and this time firmly nudged in against the human's ass, a sloppy kiss as precum spilled out over that hole. Granlok reached his other hand down, his larger frame making it easy for him to place a strong grip on the crux between Hyahm's neck and shoulder, applying enough pressure down and towards him to keep the human from going far. All of Hyahm's limbs were left unrestrained as Granlok looked down, that deep voice more of a growl than vocal, "It's going to hurt. You can scream and curse all you want. I'm not stopping until I'm done, Hyahm." <br><br>The terms were given and if Granlok's tone and expression weren't clear that it wasn't a discussion, the orc wasted no more time in starting to push his hips forward. His hand stayed on the base of his dick for support as that steel-hard cock started pushing in, that fat cockhead not offering that hole any gradual opening. Sweat dripped down from his body onto the human's under him, and the pressure built up more and more, muscles tensing in his chest and arms, the grip on Hyahm's shoulder tightening and pulling down. Granlok's teeth grit, and eyes narrowed at Hyahm's body resisting and yielding his entry, regardless of how willing Hyahm was. The pressure built until nothing could stop his entry, his cock forcing Hyahm's hole to yawn open, though still tight enough to skin back the orc's foreskin. The force required made a couple of inches sink into that tight hole. He paused there for only a moment, but it was just so he could savor that tight grip. Another grunt and a roll of his hips pushing another couple inches in. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 21:20:33</strong>
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				Hyahm wondered, in retrospect, if he ever should have agreed to this camping trip.&nbsp; If this wasn't opening up a doorway that would permanently alter, or perhaps even ruin his life. The others Orcs at the campfire would hear their coupling, no question of that. The word of it would spread all around the mining town. And, according to Granlok, some of them might feel entitled to certain pleasures of their own. Granlok might even encourage them. He might never be able to look any of them in the eye, give them real medical advise, without them seeing him in this moment - lying on his back in the dirt, preparing to be penetrated by a male four times his weight, and far too large for his body. <br><br>But staring up at Granlok, as his bulky form settled in over him, blocking the sky with his immense frame, part of him wondered if this was inevitable anyway. If not out here, than in his own tent back at town. Or hell, perhaps over one of the communal dining tables, or in the mines themselves. Some fire in the Orcs eyes told him that this was inevitable. Some fire in his own body, in his chest, told him the same time. The Orc desired his submission. And he, damn him, desired to submit.<br>&nbsp;<br>"I-I know," he said, softly, at the Orcs forewarning - keeping his legs folded up to his chest. When the Orc's member had stroked briefly over his own, it had been impossible not to blush. Small, pink, weak set underneath thick, powerful green. It was no wonder that this was happening. It was practically pre-ordained. He felt the Orc prod up against his hole with that fat tip, The moment of truth. "Granlok, I-" But he was cut off by the Orc entering him. Whatever it was me might have said died on his tongue, as the Orc pressed inward, turning into a scream as his tender virgin hole was rudely broken open.<br><br>He screamed - by the Light, did he scream. A mournful sound, full of pain, as the Orc entered him roughly, shoving deep inside - aided, sure, by the relaxing of the orifice that had just occurred, and by the saliva, and by the ever-pumping precum. But the pain was still lightning-sharp, his whole body feeling on fire as the Orc shoved into him&nbsp; - the hole seeming to spasm weakly, trying desperately to accommodate as the big thing worked it's way inside. It seemed to take hours, even if the Orc was rather insistent, pushing more and more in with the exact speed that showed he was disregarding discomfort, but being careful enough to avoid injury. The boy felt his breath knocked out of him as the brute moved, more and more and more sinking inward, until he felt something warm press into his ass cheeks. The Orc's ball sack, rubbing up against him. The big male was in. Mercifully, finally, he was in. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 23:39:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Granlok showed no break in his concentration as that scream came out. The only sing that anybody in the world heard the noise was the boisterous cheer from the orcs in the camp; but even that cheer was clearly for their fellow orc, not for the human. Granlok's teeth were still grit, and he only paused a couple of seconds before rolling his hips in again and again. Each time pushing a couple of inches into Hyahm's ass. He didn't care how incompatible the two anatomies were, he forced his dick deeper and deeper, and even as Hyahm's body required more pressure to force open, he applied that force. His hips tapped against the human's ass, his nuts swaying with the force and slapping against the back of his ass. Granlok rolled his hips again, as if he didn't realize he was already completely in that hole, or maybe he just wanted more inside of him regardless. <br><br>Granlok finally stopped gritting his teeth, leaning back and sucking in his gut to look down and watch where that hole was clenching around his dick. He rolled his hips back just to watch that cock drag out Hyahm's hole before he slammed his hips in to the hilt again with a low growl. Granlok let go of Hyahm's shoulders and bent down, having to arch his back to get his head where he wanted it, which was right next to Hyahm's ear. Those big hands moved down, one over Hyahm's shoulder, the other firmly gripping his hip as he growled loudly into that ear, "Tell me what it feels like, Pink... Tell me how it feels to be full of green dick..." He buried his face in against Hyahm's neck again, "My beautiful little bitch..." It was probably supposed to be a compliment. <br><br>Granlok reared back up again, both hands coming down now to grip those hips, his thumbs almost touching as the over sized mitts clenched down. He started a slow rhythm, savoring the feel of those silken guts, drawing his hips back two-thirds of the way out before slamming them forward. He put his weight into those thrusts, throwing his hips forward and slamming his body into Hyahm's. If it wasn't for his grip around the human's waist, each thrust might have sent the smaller man skidding across the ground. Sweat beaded down his face and chest from his exertion. His face was twisted in a permanent smug grin as he stared down at his prey. Every little twitch and motion of the human under him seemed to excite him, whether it was fighting him or giving in. Hips kept moving in a steady rhythm, each thrust in a wet slap of his sweaty hips against the human's pre-covered ass, echoing along with the grunts and growls of the orc over him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 00:20:05</strong>
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				In truth, it felt like he was going to die. To the boy, initiated, unused to the feeling of being penetrated, the fear that the Orc might accidentally kill him here was a very real one, almost a certainty as he leaned back and pressed his face into the ground, crying out at the Orc continued to ravage him. In truth, he might need to apply a little bit of healing magic to himself and his bruised form, but he'd otherwise be fine. Of course, it was hard to tell that to someone who was stuffed so full of Orc prick that they felt like they'd burst - and the Orc didn't seem particularly interested in reassuring him, anyway. <br><br>Tears flowed freely down his face, as the Orc began to get into a rhythm with his rut, rearing his hips back and driving into the clutching form, slowly, again and again. As he doubled over, leaning in to whisper in the human's ear, sweat dripping down and covering his pale form, Hyahm could only groan at the Orc's taunting, reaching up to dig his hands into the massive green biceps. "I-it hurts, please .&nbsp; . . slow down . . ." He knew it was pointless to ask the big male to stop. And, in truth, he wasn't sure if he wanted the Orc to stop.<br><br>The pressure inside of him felt deeply uncomfortable, sure. And the pain was great. But something else was stirring in him - the Orc's prick big enough that he couldn't -not- hit the boy's sweet spot, even if he'd wanted to. The boy squirmed on him, thrashed, as that bulky thing filled him, pounding into him punishingly with every inward thrust of the Orc's hips. His hands dug into the dirt, his breathing came weaker, as he slowly succame to the motion of the Orc's fuck. Then:<br><br>"N-ngh, L-light . . . k-kiss me. Kiss me, damn it . . ." This time it was the boy's turn to fold himself upward, reaching out to wrap his arms around the Orc's neck. His face was red, still trapped somewhere between discomfort and pleasure, as the Orc's soldier pumped into him, breeding him. "Kiss me like you love me, you big green oaf . . ." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 03:10:40</strong>
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				Granlok just gave a low chuckle at the request to slow down, clearly ignoring it; by both that feral grin and the way his hips continue to stay at that same pace. His balls swung and swayed with each thrust, swaying back and tapping back in against Hyahm's ass. The orc wasn't sure this was even going to work, he wasn't sure the human could handle it, but it was a risk he was willing to take. He could see that change in the human, where pleasure joined in with the pain. Granlok never had to learn how to fuck -- he was big enough that he could slam it in any which way and hit that sensitive spot in any hole. <br><br>The order came, and Granlok placed one hand down over Hyahm's shoulder on the ground. The slim arms wrapped around his neck and Hyahm tried pulling himself up to the orc's face. He stayed resolute, just growling and staring down, pounding his hips with faster, shorter thrusts. Seven inches of his dick never left the human's ass in each upstroke, even if that was less barely more than half his length. He let Hyahm struggle to close that gap, to force that kiss under his own power. It was a couple dozen slams of his hips before he snarled and obliged. His body pressed down, pushing Hyahm back down to the ground under him and pressing his mouth firmly against Hyahm's. His tusks dug in, leaving red scratches against Hyahm's face as his tongue invaded his mouth, still with less ferocity than that dick slamming into his ass. <br><br>Granlok's muscles seemed to tense up more, his thrusts getting shorter but with all the same force as before. His balls slapped against a higher part of Hyahm's ass, all the signs of the orc's impending orgasm. He broke that kiss, his voice still that feral growl, "You ready to get bred, boy? You ready to bear me a son?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 03:23:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hyahm knew very little about Orcish mating or biology. So for the briefest moment, he actually felt a twinge of fear. What if, by some dark sorcery, some result of the demonic blood they'd drank or their wild shamanic magics, the Orc actually could impregnate him? What if his stomach swelled up, heavy with an Orc-child? How could he explain that? Then again, how could he explain any of this. He realized it was a foolish thought - the aggressive growling of an over-sexed brute. But still, the fear lingered in his mind, as the Orc grunted above him, working closer and closer to spilling his seed - sweat dripping down off him, soaking the smaller male beneath him. <br><br>"Y-yes," He gasped out, a trail of saliva connecting his mouth to the Orc's. "Y-yes, please . . . breed me, impregnate me with your child, make me your Orcish breeding pet . . ." The words just spilled out of him, without his bidding them. The image flashed again in his mind, the lewd and absurd possibility, assaulting him with visions so real and so tactile that they made his stomach clench. At the same time, he gasped out, eyes rolling back slightly as his body exploded with electric impulses, locking up and clenching as his prick erupted in a violent orgasm - painting his own belly, along with the Orc's, in his thin milky fluid - his hole clenching down around the invader at the same moment, like a vice. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 03:52:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Granlok didn't chuckle at the answer this time, but it was clear he enjoyed it. He reared back up, both hands on those hips again, fingertips pressing in hard enough to leave fingerprint bruises on the skin. He wasn't thinking about that though, he was slamming his hips forward while using that grip to pull Hyahm back into each one. Those hips were lifted up to make it easier for his hips to press in, to make sure he gets every inch inside the human's ass. The smooth surface of the rocks under them was not smooth enough to prevent small rocks from scratching at Hyahm's shoulders. Each withdraw of his dick pulled out some of that precum he was loading into Hyahm's ass, leaving it a frothy mess running down his crack, before his balls would smack and splatter it. With Granlok kneeling upright, there was nothing to hide Hyahm's orgasm from either of them or the stars above. <br><br>Granlok could feel that hole clenching down with the human's orgasm, making that tight tunnel squeeze his cock even more perfectly. Even more enjoyable than that sensation was seeing his new bitch cum just from getting fucked. He was beyond words, his teeth grit and eyes narrowing, jostling the human with each brutal thrust he was pulled back into. Finally, Granlok's composure broke, and he threw his head back with a loud grunt, and Hyahm was pulled down one last time. Hyahm could feel that dick jerk, and throb, that bottom vein expanding as cum rushed up his cock and flooded into his ass, stretching him even wider. A couple of jerks of that dick, each one unloading enough cum to dwarf the orgasm that just splattered across Hyahm's stomach. <br><br>He only paused that motion for those first few jerks, before he started to pull his hips back, that flared head pulling out cum that had nowhere else to go. Hot slime dripping down Hyahm's already wet crack, before Granlok slammed back in. He went right back into slower, but hard thrusts, ensuring he gets that cum as deep into Hyahm as possible. His orgasm never seemed to end, lurch after lurch unloading more and more into the little human. Fourty five seconds later and he finally pulled Hyahm back for the last time. His cock was still jumping and twitching in the human's ass, but the force of those virile jets slowed down. Sweat continued to drip down him, as one of those hands finally released Hyahm's hip, letting blood flow normally to those bruises. He swiped two fingers through the cum and sweat on Hyahm's stomach and brought them up to his mouth expectantly, "If you're still alive, pet... don't pass out... It will not stop me." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 21:59:51</strong>
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				It was unreal. Hyahm had endured a medically necessitated enema in the past, when he was younger. The feeling of bloating, of fullness. He'd hated it, then. It had just made him feel cramped and uncomfortable. This was different. The Orc's cum was thick and creamy, spreading to every corner of his insides, flooding into him - making his stomach bulge just a bit as the Orc seemed to cum without end. It should have felt the same. But instead, the feeling was oddly fulfilling - like he was being completed as the warmth of the stuff seemed to spread all through out him. His mouth hung open, panting and groaning as the seed exploded into him, hands holding onto the Orc's arms, though no longer gripping - just resting their, seeking the touch. The rest of the moment floated away - the pain, the humiliation, the cheering of the other Orcs at the campsite. They'd heard the Orcs mad grunting. They knew what it meant.<br><br>The boy let his face fall to the side, cheek resting in the dirt. He felt exhausted. When the finger came up to his lips, coated in his and the Orc's fluids, he accepted it, suckling at the digit for a moment, before letting it slip from his mouth. "I-I hope I was good . . ." he said, closing his eyes. "Remember that you have to keep up your end of the bargain. You have to protect me." He felt the Orc start to move inside of him again, slowly, his mouth curling up in a grimace, then a moan. "You have to . . ."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 06:17:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Granlok watched as Hyahm cleaned off that finger with his own juices, that grin on the his face telling the human this was going to be a common thing. The little breathless questions and demands got another low chuckle from the orc. He leaned his body down, the weight of his own stomach pressing against the swelling, already full stomach of the human. He pressed in for a fierce, but short kiss, "Better than my wife..." He gave another chuckle, rearing up so he's standing up, body glistening from sweat. He looked down at Hyahm, eyes trailing from his face, down his body and towards that skewered ass, "And you're just getting started... Can't even imagine how good you'll get once you've got some practice..." <br><br>Granlok's hands came back down to grip Hyahm's hips, holding him in place as the orc withdrew his own hips. He gave a grunt, sliding inch after inch out of the human's ass like some sort of perverse magic trick. His fat crown dragged out cum with it, more of that hot steaming cum dripping down Hyahm's crack and soaking into the rocks under him. Soon his dick pulled all the way free, and Granlok licked over his chops watching the human's hole gape, watching the over-filled ass gushing that cum out. He looked back up at Hyahm's face, "I know what I offered... only thing you need to worry about, Pink, is me." Granlok took a deep breath before he moved in again. <br><br>Without question, without any thought that it might be out of the ordinary, Granlok's still hard dick got pushed right back into that finally-relaxing hole. The heavy cum squelched with a wet noise as Granlok slipped right back in until his hips were flush against that ass again. His big hands reached down under Hyahm's body, not caring if the rocks scratched against the back of his hands, or if his rough hands scratched at Hyahm's back. With a grunt, the human was lifted up and pressed chest to chest against Granlok. He started making his way back towards the camp, each heavy foot step shifting the way that dick rests inside of Hyahm. <br><br>The orcs around the fire laughed and cheered at the sight of the obvious conquest of the human. Granlok jerked his jaw up to them, but otherwise ignored them. One of the tents was apparently for the two to share, as Granlok climbed right in, keeping every inch of his dick in the human's ass as possible. Hyahm was finally laid out on his back, but that shifting in his guts only got worse. It became quickly apparent that Granlok wasn't done -- the orc was still hard, and was fucking into the human again. <br><br>The night was a blur of grunts, groans, sweat, precum, and cum. Granlok pushed Hyahm into different positions; fucking him on all four, while Granlok was kneeling, even just jerking off across the human's face and chest. The sounds of the other orcs chatting was audible for the beginning, as was some of them jerking off at the sounds and silhouettes of what was happening inside. It's hard to pin point exactly when the pair went to sleep, but there was sunlight. <br><br>The other orcs were taking down the camp when Hyahm woke up. Granlok was still asleep, laying out on his back in the tent, taking up most of the space. He was naked, and hard again. The scent of the rampant sex was still inescapable within the tent. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 21:59:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hyahm had never felt quite so exhausted in his life. When he woke, his entire body ached. Scrapes and bruises covered his form, soreness arching out over every inch of him. He groaned weakly, gripping into the thick furres beneath them as he lifted himself into a sitting position, flinching as he felt his sore asshole clenching just a bit&nbsp; - still quite slick with the Orc's ejaculate. God, but he stunk of the big male - covered head to toe in his sweat and his spunk. He took a few small, shallow breaths - before moving his hand up to his own chest, focusing magic into them and tracing them along his own body - a dim glow filling the tent as his did so. He traced over his form, healing the shallow wounds, before moving his hands down to his ass, gasping out again as he applied some healing magic there - alleviating the soreness as best he could.<br><br>Once healed, he swallowed once, glancing at the sleeping Orc - at his manhood jutting out from beneath the furres that half-covered the Orc's frame. How had he let this happen? The Orc was a big, ugly, stinking brute. He fucked like an animal. He took no particular exception to abjectly humiliating the human. For a moment, Hyahm's mind flashed back to the night earlier, how he'd had to bury his face in the Orc's chest as they'd walked by the other Orcs, flushed with shame as they saw him impaled upon his conqueror's shaft. He'd never felt more humiliated in his life. <br><br>And yet. There always seemed to be an 'and yet' where Granlok was concerned. He laid down again, inching forward so that his body was pressed up against the Orc, face pressed to the crook of his thick neck. He wanted the warmth. Wanted to cuddle, and feel intimacy with the big brute. He couldn't help himself. He reached down, carefully taking the Orc's member in his soft hands, and beginning to stroke it gently, giving the Orc a 'good morning' handjob as he cuddled up into his beefy form. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>14-10-2013, 01:44:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Granlok turned in his sleep as the healing light filled the tent, but it wasn't until Hyahm curled up close and gripped the orc's big cock that he seemed to stir from his sleep. His eyes weren't even opened, before that big arm reached around Hyahm and pulled the human closer against his side. Even one of those strong arms was enough to nearly cover the entire human. Granlok's cock throbbed in appreciation for that slow handjob, precum dripping out and making it easier for the human's soft hands to stroke across his dick. He finally spoke up, "Don't start what you can't finish, Pink..." He growled out, his head moving and pressing his face into the top of Hyahm's hair; what might have been a kiss if his tusks weren't pressing into the scalp. <br><br>He did nothing to stop Hyahm's hands, "There's a pool nearby, we could have a soak before we head back home." Granlok gave a little growl, working his face down to nose at the side of Hyahm's head, "As much as I love the way you fucking smell right now... I want everybody to smell me on you, see that I own that hot fucking ass of yours..." He chuckled again, once again tarnishing any kind gesture of letting Hyahm choose with that crude mouth. He carefully dislodged his arm from Hyahm, laying him down on the furs, before he sat upright. He stretched those big arms up above him to fight the urge to fall right back to sleep, the muscles in his back, arms, and chest tensing with the long gesture.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>14-10-2013, 22:10:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hyahm sat up with him, rolling his shoulders slightly. After all that had happened last night, he almost felt like he was past the point of shame. Sure, there had been reason to be blushing, virginal 'him' last night, when they'd began. But the word 'virginal' had no right to even be anywhere near him, now. The Orcs words rang around in his head. If he wanted something, he had to take it. He leaned into the Orc, wrapping his arms around the bulky torso, leaning in to kiss the Orc's neck, then moving his lips up to a cheek, then the Orc's own lips - careful of the tusks there. <br><br>"I'd like to get clean. Come with me, and I'll make you feel good again, before we head back to the camp." He purposefully left any question out of the statement. He had to push back, he knew that now, or the Orc would start walking all over him, dominating him entirely. If he pushed back, he might be able to salvage some of the autonomy he had in the relationship.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>15-10-2013, 15:56:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Granlok gave a grunt as the human pressed up against his torso. It wasn't expected, but it was clear he didn't mind the affection. A little chuckle came from his throat as Hyahm kissed up the stubble on his neck and jaw to his cheek. He turned his head to the side, even that affectionate nuzzle was scratchy against the human's smooth face, making it easier for the two mouths to press together. He opened into the kiss, his tongue once again exploring the smaller human's mouth. A hand slipped down the human's back and gripped an ass cheek firmly, pulling him in closer. <br><br>The suggestion, or order, got a chuckle from the orc, licking over his chops as a fingertip brushed over that healed hole between Hyahm's cheeks, "Attaboy..." He withdrew his arm to lean forward, crawling out of the tent. He was still naked, his hard cock swaying towards the ground under its own weight before he was free enough to stand up. The other orcs were still putting things together and packing up, but they were dressed. They had big dopey smirks on their faces, and it was clear they wanted to make a comment to either the orc or the human, but a glare from Granlok seemed to keep them quiet for the moment. He let Hyahm come free from the tent and jerked his head to the side, starting to walk down one of those paths. <br><br>It was only a short walk, Granlok leaving a trail of dark spots in the dust from the precum that was dripping from his cock due to even that short handjob he received in the tent. Eventually the ground grew softer, and the path opened up to a large pool that might fit four orcs on it, or eight humans. The water was hardly a hot spring, but was warm enough to be comfortable. Granlok looked back to Hyahm, hooking a hand behind his lower back and pulling him in. He buried his nose in the humans neck again and took a deep whiff, savoring the smell of his own scent on the human's body, "My pretty little pet..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 21:27:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hyahm responded with the first thing that came to mind, the first thing that felt appropriate. "My big strong Orc . . ." The water felt soothing on his skin, as he relaxed against the Orc's chest, stroking his hand along the back of the Orc's head as those tusks dug carefully into the skin at his neck. He hardly noticed the smell any more - the pungent scent of Orc wafting off of his new lover. In fact, it was almost pleasing - causing him to inhale softly as the Orc did the same, smelling himself on the smaller form. <br><br>"Alright," he said," scootching back away from the Orc. "Maybe we should do the pleasure part, before the cleaning part? Otherwise this may be an excercize in futility." He glanced around, pursing his lips, before nodding at a stone shelf that was higher than the bottom of the pool - that the Orc could sit on and make his groin exposed pretty easily. "Why don't you sit there, eh?" <br><br>If the Orc complied, he'd swim over to him slowly, grinning up at him, before laying across the shelf on his stomach, reaching forward to take the thick green member into his hand once more, bringing it up to his lips to lick sensually at the head, getting more of that scent into his lungs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>18-10-2013, 01:13:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Granlok chuckled at the suggestion and shrugged his shoulders, "Makes sense." He glanced over at the stone shelf, making his way over and dropping down onto it with a grunt. It was the first time Granlok had been naked out in the sun light; as the previous times had been inside the opaque tent and out at night. His green skin was dark, glistening from the sweat and sexual fluids that had dried to his skin. The red hair shined in the sun, forming a trail down towards the root of his hard cock. Precum was beginning to flow from the tip at just the prospect of another round with Hyahm.<br><br>Granlok watched as Hyahm moved over towards him, the muscles of his arms and legs twitching; as if standing still required a great amount of effort. He gave a deep grunt as those small soft hands wrapped around his cock and brought it to Hyahm's lips. A thick glob of precum rewarded his efforts, connecting the human to that green cock with chains of precum. Granlok chuckled darkly as he looked down, leaning back more to get a better view, "You healed up nicely... Gonna make me look bad if I don't send you back with a couple of bruises." He chuckled darkly, but it was hard to think of that gruff sound as anything but malicious, "I admit, I was curious if I could fuck the Light right out of you... looks like they're okay with you being a pet to a brute like me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-10-2013, 21:13:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Liam ignored the Orc’s words, focusing for a moment on his cock. He wasn’t really in the mood to be taunted, and the Orc’s member provided plenty to occupy his time and energy.&nbsp; He licked the head again, carefully, tracing the edge of the crown with his tongue, while two fingers had the foreskin peeled down.&nbsp; He wrapped his lips around the head, just the head, letting it rest there on his tongue for a moment, bathed in warmth and saliva, before he began to bob slowly up and down – one soft hand sneaking away to find the Orc’s balls, to roll and lift and play with them affectionately, while the other gripped the shaft and stroked It in time with the bobbing of his head. It was a leisurely blowjob – clearly both for his own pleasure, and the Orc’s. Something about the smoothness, the heat, the power appealed to him greatly.<br><br>He slipped off of, stroking it with his hand before looking up at the Orc. “My hole is still a little tender. I’m just going to keep going like this, okay? Nice and slow. Just work it out of you, real . . .” He leaned down, tracing the tip of his tongue along the bottom of the Orc’s shaft, all the way up to kiss lightly at the tip, “slow . . .” and then again up the side, this time wrapping the whole head of the shaft in his mouth when he reached it, swirling his tongue around the slit, “and easy.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>23-10-2013, 17:50:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Granlok stared down at where his green flesh met the lighter flesh of Hyahm's face and hands. He clearly wasn't threatened by the human, even with Hyahm's easy access to his more vulnerable areas. Still, where the slow, leisurely blowjob might relax a human, Granlok still seemed tense. He had proven before that he was used to being active in sex; that it was hard, rough, and passionate. The slow worship and service clearly was enjoyed, by the way his hard cock throbbed and drooled out globs of precum onto Hyahm's tongue. Granlok's hands reached down, strong rough fingers running through the human's hair and across his shoulders and back. He didn't put any pressure to press Hyahm one direction or another; no more than the weight of his hand on the back of Hyahm's head. <br><br>Granlok licked over his chops as he watched, his hips rolling just the slightest amount. An animal instinct making him unable to stay perfectly still as the pleasure grows. It's hardly even an inch back and forth, just enough to make the muscles in his legs and stomach tense, to remind Hyahm he's not working with a statue. Granlok's voice was more of a growl, "Things are going to change when we get back... This isn't temporary. You're still mine when we get there. You can keep up your work, of course." He said as if it was his call, "You'll be part of the community though, not just some fringe doctor." Granlok's 'planning' broken up occasionally by a grunt or groan, but he continued to talk. Maybe specifically because Hyahm's mouth was too full to argue. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>23-10-2013, 22:30:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Granlok's prick slipped from his lips, as he placed another hand on it and moved his way down, so that he was level with the Orc's balls. As he moved, he glanced up at Granlok, lips pursed slightly. "I'm . . . I'm not sure what you mean. I mean, I know that we'll keep doing . . . this, but the rest of it." He honestly wasn't sure how much he wanted things to change. How much he could handle them changing. It would be embarassing enough already, with the rest of the camp knowing he'd let himself be subjugated, so.<br><br>He leaned in, pressing his face into the skin of the Orcs sack, mouthing there for a moment, before moving to one orb, locking his lips over it, rolling it in his mouth as his tongue ran along it. He pulled back a bit, lapping at the Orc's sack, before dipping over and moving to the other ball, his hands locking around the Orc's cock and stroking it evenly while he worshiped the center of the big male's masculinity. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>25-10-2013, 23:55:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Granlok chuckled at Hyahm's confusion, that same growl in the tense orc's throat. He clicked his tongue and shook his head, "Can't believe you've still got such a prim and proper mouth after you've had my dick in it." He flexed his cock at the comment, making it surge, sending a larger glob of precum from his shaft to drip down that monstrous green spire. He let his head roll back finally with a soft sigh at the sensations, before quickly returning his gaze to the show he had a front row seat for, "You'll eat with the miners. You'll drink with us. You'll gamble with us. If not just so I can show your sweet ass off." That grin was still there, making it hard to say if it was from his joke or not. <br><br>Granlok's heavy balls shifted in their sack at the tongue grazing over them. He gave a low groan, reaching a hand down to take a grip his own dick at the base, working Hyahm's fingers away. He gave a firm squeeze, stroking up and down slowly, milking more precum from his dick before pressing it down against the human's face. Granlok growled as he rubbed his dick through the human's hair and face, either enjoying the domineering aspect of it, or just thinking the human felt good against his cock. He grinned down, dislodging his hand and leaving his cock free again, giving a nod as inviting Hyahm to return his hands to their post.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-11-2013, 07:21:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"How much did you expect your cock to change me, eh?" He said, grinning softly, starting to move back up to suck the Orc's dick again, but stopping as the Orc brought it down and began to wipe it on his face, leaving his sticky white pre-seed in streaks across his face. The boy blushed, embarrassed by the Orc's action, but showing no signs of protest, even reaching a finger up to drag through the stuff, bringing it to his own lips, before doing it again and bringing it to the Orc's, offering to let the big male taste himself, as he began to lap gently at the slit of the big male's cock once again. <br><br>"I .&nbsp; . . I guess I can't really say 'no', can I? No use hiding it, anyway. The others will tell people, and you'll probably tell people, and the whole camp will know about it by tomorrow." He pursed his lips, bringing a hand up to wrap around the stiff thing, stroking it idly as he looked up at the Orc. "Why do you want them to know, so badly?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>04-11-2013, 22:02:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Granlok looked down as Hyahm went out of his way to collect that pre-seed to bring it to his own lips. When that figner swiped again and aimed to his lips, the orc reached out to grip Hyahm's wrist. He brought that finger right back, smearing it across the human's lips with all the grace one might expect from an orc applying lipstick. Hands hooked under Hyahm's shoulders to lift him up enough as Granlok pressed down. He was willing to share the taste, but preferred it off his new pet's lips. He pressed in hard for another deep kiss, his tongue working to lick and lap over the human's lips to taste his own precum. The deep kiss was short, and Hyahm was placed back down on his knees, the orc sitting up again and leaning back.<br><br>A hand went back onto Hyahm's head, it was often that the orc approached his orgasm with anything excerpt urgency, and his patience was starting to wear thin. His dick throbbed anxiously, his hips rolling up to press his dick more firmly against those lips, "It's not about wanting them to know. It's simply not something to hide. Do humans where you're from hide their concubines and wives? You are mine, I've got no reason to hide you." He laughs, "If you'd rather I tie you to the floor and keep you as just a sex toy, I'd be happy... You seemed to want more than that." The image seemed to excite the orc, another thick jet of precum spraying out with more force than the constant stream, his hips jerking more firmly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>05-11-2013, 08:10:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The priest reciprocated the kiss, happily, having sucked the precum from his lips and now drawing the Orc's tongue into his mouth, sucking at it, letting the big male taste himself. When the kiss was over, though, he made no great strides towards keeping it going. He was still in a strange state, this 'morning after.' Still processing everything that had happened to him, and was likely to happen, given his newly created relationship with Granlok. Whatever the hell it was supposed to be. When lowered back down, and presented with Granlok's cock, he took it into his mouth with an intensity that he had not yet displayed, during this 'session' taking a good portion of it into his mouth and begging to suck and bob with gusto.<br><br>'Wives or concubines', eh? Hyahm wondered if that was how the Orc thought of him. He tried to tell himself it didn't matter, one way or the other. He sucked for a moment, before pulling back - hearing the growl from the Orc, but ignoring it, as he crawled up, moving to the Orc's lap, his backside hovering over the bulky male's cock. "F-fingers . . . o-open me up with your fingers, please . . . I want to feel you inside. . ."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Among the Orcs (A Warcraft RP between Tsume and Lockepick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lockepick</strong> on <strong>06-11-2013, 02:18:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Granlok noticed that renewed vigor, and he didn't let it go unnoticed. He showed his appreciation, both with the heavier flow of precum feeding his human pet, and with that grunt. His dick throbbed, hips twitching more, nudging the back of Hyahm's throat with his fat cock head. The orc growled out, "You're going to learn to deep throat it eventually... you can use your hands for now, pink." Fresh sweat dripped down his head and chest from the attention to his morning hard on. It was the start of a ritual that Granlok would be expecting every morning. <br><br>When Hyahm raised his ass up and begged, Granlok just chuckled darkly. He licked over his chops before sliding his fingers down to the root of his own dick. Right in front of the human's eyes, Granlok smeared his fingers across the precum that had overflowed down his cock into his pubes, leaving those strong fingers dripping and glistening with that slick fluid. He made Hyahm look at those rough miner's hands, making him see exactly what he was asking for. <br><br>He turned his head to Hyahm's ass, spitting a glob of spit right on that pink hole. He gripped an ass cheek, spreading it apart to see how much the human's magic had healed him up. Granlok growled out down towards Hyahm, "You'll get it every time you ask for it... no matter what's happening. I'll drop everything to keep that pussy of yours full..." He slides the tip of his middle finger against the Human's hole, stroking around it for a half dozen slow teasing strokes before starting to press in. Even one of the orc's fat fingers easily the size of a human's cock, forcing Hyahm open and not stopping until his knuckles are grinding against Hyahm's taint. His finger pressed right against that button in the human's ass, milking his prostate, "You want more, baby?"
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