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“Can you fit between his tusks dear? A kissing shot would be fantastic.”

Scowling, Starla reached up and daringly snatched one of the troll’s tusks and carefully navigated her neck between the two sharp points. Vol’jin’s long nosed brushed against hers. The air they breathed was shared. Two make-up artists rushed over and fixed Starla’s hair that got hung up on the points of his tusks.

A strange shimmer powder gas gently patted one her dark shin. A tube of Chap Stick was passed to the night elf. She circled her own lips, and then gently brushed some over the troll’s. He inhaled sharply, her intoxicating scent filling his nose. She smelled of the woods, and something richer. As his hands tightened on her waist, Vol’jin fought the urge to grind into her.

Vol’jin glared at the elf, her eyes shined knowingly. His palm slid up around her hip and gripped firmly. She gasped when they slid lowed and pulled her apart, exposing her feminine core to the onlookers. Her fluttering heart pitched when the troll pressed his hips into her, his turgid heat scorching her. Her head lolled back. Vol’jin seized the opportunity to press his lips to the pounding pulse in her throat. Her breath hitched as he kissed and nipped the soft skin.

She had been surprised at his ability to seemingly devour her neck and jaw given the limited spread between his tusks. They both could clearly hear the camera’s rapid flutter as it snapped away. Taking the initiative, she pressed her lips firmly to his, their breaths mixing in their passion to better the other. Her muscles trembled. She couldn’t say whether it was excitement or fear. She felt his lips part. She thrust her tongue past the sharp row of teeth into his hot mouth. He tasted minty with a chase of coffee and something entirely his own tossed in.

Unknowingly, the troll deepened the kiss by tilting his head to the side. She gripped his muscled shoulders as if to prevent her self from falling. Her nails bit into the troll’s thick skin. His palms slipped around her waist, sliding up over her ribs to the back of her little leather corset. He nimbly freed the little hooks that protected her breasts from his view. Her shoulders curled as she attempted to catch the top as it fell away. He instantly tugged the leather garment from between them, smirking at the deep flush that climbed up her neck.

Gideon spoke again, “Vol’jin, take her arm and twist it behind her back as if to dominate her,” he paused and waited for the shaman to do as told. “Excellent.” Starla hissed when her tightened breasts slid up the bare expanse of his own muscled torso. The brush of her nipples against his skin sent a wildfire straight to her belly. A soft gasp escaped her lips, swallowed by the troll.

“I don’t suppose you could get one of her nipples in your mouth could you, Vol?” The troll regrettably ended their kiss and attempted to do as he was asked. But the angle of his tusks prevented him from doing so without hurting her. He could if he had proper leverage.

“If she be layin’ down I can.”

“Wonderful, Make it happen.” Starla shifted away furious and frustrated, so the troll could stand. She stretched out on her back, reaching her arms over her head, accentuating the soft curve of her breasts. Vol’jin growled and knelt between her spread thighs. Carefully, he lowered his head, the flat side of his tusks encircling one puckered breast. He inhaled deeply, his chin and nose brushing the soft underside. She arched into him, increasing the aching contact.

Vol’jin circled his arms around her back. The tight dark nipple disappeared between his lips. His red tongue swirled around the areola, before he nipped and suckled. Starla hissed and moaned aloud. Her legs lifted and circled around his hips.

When Gideon was satisfied with the shots, he asked them to sit up. Starla remained sitting on the edge of the bed. Gideon came forward and positioned the troll between the elf’s spread thighs, straightening him upright. Her face was barely level with his groin. As Gideon stepped away Starla glance up at Vol’jin. His heated eyes burned into her.

Starla waited until Gideon picked up his camera again before moving once more. She hesitated only a moment before reaching up and resting her palms on Vol’jin’s muscled abdomen. His muscles tensed when the gentle pads of her fingertips traced the ridges and planes of his belly. The troll inhaled sharply when those adventurous fingers slipped below the already dangerously low belt line of the kilt.

One by one the clips on the kilt were unsnapped, revealing more and more of the troll’s skin. Her eyes swam over the muscles of his belly. Her eyes hooded as the little trail of hair from his navel trailed down to the hidden prize beneath. She looked up and met his eyes when his hand sunk into her thick violet hair. His gaze threatened to pierce her soul.

Slowly, as if drawn by a magnetic pull, the elf pressed her smooth lips to Vol’jin’s tense belly. As she kissed and nipped his skin, she gently tugged the kilt down off his hips. He shifted his hips forward to get more contact. He watched as her tongue danced on his skin, dipping deviously into his navel. A deep groan issued from his throat when her kisses reached the hemline of the kilt. Gently, she tugged at the pubic hair and squeezed his erection through the kilt’s thick fabric.

“Pull the kilt off of him and rest you head against his hip and look seductively at the camera.” Gideon’s voice clearly started both Starla and Vol’jin. When the kilt fell a gasp educed from the elf in surprise. He was massive. A chill shot up her spine. An urging motion from the photographer caused her to do as she was told and pressed her left cheek against his left hip, blocking the view of his sex. The head that emanated from his engorged cock nearly scalded her as her ear came into contact with the silky skin.

She could feel his erection pulse against her neck and ear. She could feel the heavy pant of his breath, his grip tightening in her hair. “Vol, lean your head back as if you were getting the best head of your life.” The troll stared incredulously at the night elf. Slowly he tilted back, his eyes sliding closed as he attempted to imagine Starla closing her hot lips around his cock. He could almost see her exotic eyes shining up at him as she worked her smooth lips over his rigid penis. His heart hammered in his ears. His lips parted in a breathy moan. He barely heard the flutter of the camera’s shutter.

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