Sexual Warlord

I love it when the Darkmoon Faire comes to Mulgore. Usually I stay in Thunder Bluff when it comes into the area. The last time that it was here I never left the carnie camp. And there was one reason I didn't leave.

It's odd to see a humanoid in Horde territory. Especially a human who is so beautiful that one watery glance will steal your breath, one glimpse of heavily muscled pectorals and shoulders make you thank the Gods that such a human had been put on Azeroth.

His name is Carrot Top. He's a gorgeous specimen of befreckled gingerkid beauty. From the tip of his flaming red hair to the bottom of his shapely feet, Carrot Top is the bane of my fantasies. A riot of blazing red curls top his head, his eyes are heavily mascara'd. He smells of eggs and motor oil; a deadly combination to my senses. He is also a slave of many tasks. I prefer him on his knees sucking my cock.

I approached him the last time the Faire came into town. He was shackled near the vendor tent looking slightly forlorn and more than slightly put out. His bronzed skin glistened with an oily, coconut-scented sheen. He looked and smelled delicious. I let that irritating little gnome know that I wanted this exotic specimen of manflesh as my own for the duration of the Faire. Of course my demands were respected. I am, after all, Thrall. I could crush the mafioso gnome with my fucking thumb.

On with my story. After Umoo, Mercy, Chungo, Grusle and the disaster with Zuri, I was ready for things to go my way for once. I was determined that nothing with this encounter would go wrong, nothing would go awry. After having my escorts arrange my tent and plush bed just outside of the Faire, I had the shackled ginger-god escorted to my chamber. I reclined on the bed naked, ready, my thick orcmeat thrusting upwards, demanding to be lavished with the affections of Carrot Top's mouth. His lush, gloss-covered lips trembled in fear, and I knew he would be easily dominated. I quivered in anticipation.

The guards shackled his wrists to his ankles, forcing him to his knees. This would allow for both little movement and it would place his mouth at the perfect height. Carrot Top's watery eyes watched me with loathing and he spoke briefly in the Common tongue. I couldn't understand him nor did I care what he had to say. I merely moved to my feet and grasped his wiry, curly hair in my fists, tilted his head back and slid my pulsing cock between his feminine lips.

I shoved my cock deep into the confines of his mouth, knowing that there was no way that he could control what I was doing. I was in complete control of the situation. Unless, of course, he used his teeth, but I think he enjoyed what he was doing despite the flash of pure rage that lit his eyes.

Everything was so perfect, it wasn't long before I felt my testicles tighten. I groaned roughly as I shot a load of thick, gooey, chunky orc-cum into his throat. The amount was so incredible, his eyes widened as spurts of it dribbled out of the side of his lips and even out of his nose. Mmm. Perfection.

I released his head and slipped my cock from his mouth. Like a good little ginger-kid fucktoy, he swallowed each bit of hit, moaning softly as he fell to his side. I couldn't help but laugh. This had gone so perfectly that I was on a high.

That was the first time, but not the last, that I would use Carrot Top as a vessle for my sexual satisfaction.