Sexual Warlord
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+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
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Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
11,166
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own World of Warcraft, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Manlove.
I'd never been one for strange fetishes. My selection in sexual parters has always been varied, and usually I'd only go back to the same fuckbuddy once, maybe twice in a row. That was until I met the creme de la creme of all the blood-elf ass in Azeroth; Manlove.
His name isn't really Manlove. His birth name by right is Belaerus. A paladin of the holy light by day, a cum-thirsty fuck-whore by night. MY cum-thirsty fuck-whore. This was one creamy delectable that I refused to share with any other, and he knew this. Giving himself to any other would result in execution. I suppose that's why I call him Manlove. He is my Manlove.
The first time I saw this golden god I was on an envoy to Shattrath. The Naaru wanted to throw some hoity-toity shindig and I was required to attend. Such is the price to pay for being the Warcheif of the Horde, I suppose. They wished to introduce us to the new race of Elves who had decided to join the Horde, the Blood Elves. Magic-hungry and pointy-eared, I couldn't help but feel uneasy around them. So petite, slender. The opposite of what I was accustomed to.
The Ambassador of Silvermoon city (which, by the way, is the gayest city I've ever been to. Seriously.) stepped forth and introduced himself. I shook his hand carefully and absently glanced over his shoulder. There was Belaerus. I had to have him. My skin glistened with sweat as I met eyes with this creamy golden creature. Thankfully my tabard covered the ever-growing bulge in my threadbare "dress pants" and I carefully excused myself.
Again we met eyes. I jerked my head to the side and the Paladin's eyes widened as he gave a small nod. Weaving his way through the crowd, I knew he followed me. I made my way to the Lower City, a place filled with the injured and homeless drudges of society. I never turned to assure myself he followed. I could hear his delicate footsteps as he pranced behind me, the soft puffs of breath that wisped past his glistening pink lips. I couldn't wait to feel those lips wrapped hungrily around my hard green orc dick.
After finding a secluded corner I turned to meet his green gaze. He was flushed, a sheen of perspiration glimmering on his upper lip. I reached forward and brushed a thick thumb against his skin, a half-smile twisting my lips. His eyes were half-closed, lips still parted. I moved my hand from his cheek to tangle in his unbound blonde locks, tightening my grip. Forcing him into a kneeling position with one hand, I deftly undid my trousers with the other. "Man love," I whispered, unsure if he could understand my language. I can only assume he did because he eagerly began sucking my dick. His smooth, velvety lips pursed and his head bobbed repeatedly on my cock. It wasn't long before I came, spurting my chunky orc cum deep into his throat.
I absently patted the elf on his head as I regained my senses. He remained splayed at my feet, emerald eyes gazing up at me adoringly. In that moment I decided to bring him home to Orgrimmar with me.
TO BE CONTINUED..................
His name isn't really Manlove. His birth name by right is Belaerus. A paladin of the holy light by day, a cum-thirsty fuck-whore by night. MY cum-thirsty fuck-whore. This was one creamy delectable that I refused to share with any other, and he knew this. Giving himself to any other would result in execution. I suppose that's why I call him Manlove. He is my Manlove.
The first time I saw this golden god I was on an envoy to Shattrath. The Naaru wanted to throw some hoity-toity shindig and I was required to attend. Such is the price to pay for being the Warcheif of the Horde, I suppose. They wished to introduce us to the new race of Elves who had decided to join the Horde, the Blood Elves. Magic-hungry and pointy-eared, I couldn't help but feel uneasy around them. So petite, slender. The opposite of what I was accustomed to.
The Ambassador of Silvermoon city (which, by the way, is the gayest city I've ever been to. Seriously.) stepped forth and introduced himself. I shook his hand carefully and absently glanced over his shoulder. There was Belaerus. I had to have him. My skin glistened with sweat as I met eyes with this creamy golden creature. Thankfully my tabard covered the ever-growing bulge in my threadbare "dress pants" and I carefully excused myself.
Again we met eyes. I jerked my head to the side and the Paladin's eyes widened as he gave a small nod. Weaving his way through the crowd, I knew he followed me. I made my way to the Lower City, a place filled with the injured and homeless drudges of society. I never turned to assure myself he followed. I could hear his delicate footsteps as he pranced behind me, the soft puffs of breath that wisped past his glistening pink lips. I couldn't wait to feel those lips wrapped hungrily around my hard green orc dick.
After finding a secluded corner I turned to meet his green gaze. He was flushed, a sheen of perspiration glimmering on his upper lip. I reached forward and brushed a thick thumb against his skin, a half-smile twisting my lips. His eyes were half-closed, lips still parted. I moved my hand from his cheek to tangle in his unbound blonde locks, tightening my grip. Forcing him into a kneeling position with one hand, I deftly undid my trousers with the other. "Man love," I whispered, unsure if he could understand my language. I can only assume he did because he eagerly began sucking my dick. His smooth, velvety lips pursed and his head bobbed repeatedly on my cock. It wasn't long before I came, spurting my chunky orc cum deep into his throat.
I absently patted the elf on his head as I regained my senses. He remained splayed at my feet, emerald eyes gazing up at me adoringly. In that moment I decided to bring him home to Orgrimmar with me.
TO BE CONTINUED..................