Pillaging Westfall

These toons are used with the players' permission:
Maarcus: human paladin
Kaly’lyn(DK): troll rogue
Hexenartz: troll shaman

Slightly edited to flow better - thanks for the reviews!
Also - I repeat this is Male on Male sex! Actually, M/M/M... kinda.

For the purpose of this fiction, the two trolls can speak “Common,” Or, they all understand each other. XP
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Sentinel Hill seemed far too quiet to the returning Paladin Maarcus. He carefully surveyed the outpost from the watchtower nearby; unable to figure out where everyone had gone. Even Gryan Stoutmantle and Captain Danuvin were nowhere to be found. The human flicked his blonde ponytail out of his face as the winds picked up. He sighed before descending the hill towards the Inn, tired and hungry after having spent a full day protecting the innocents of Westfall.

Maarcus slipped out of his heavy chain mail shirt and gloves, laying them next to his mace on one of the Inn beds. He then kicked off his thick boots and sat on the edge of his bed, deep in thought.

Two pairs of red eyes watched Maarcus with vile intent from the lumber mill nearby. The blue-skinned one was named Kaly’lyn. His black hair stood in a tall Mohawk and his tusks were a proud pair. His green-skinned companion, Hexenartz, playfully grinned around his pair of tusks as he flicked his long green hair over his shoulder.
“So, Kaly, wanna take ‘dis last human?” Hexenartz asked, gesturing towards the Inn.
“Ah don’ know, Hex…mebbe we don’ hafta keel ‘im,” Kaly’lyn’s grin was nothing short of mischievous. The blue-skinned rogue drew his long dagger and silently picked up a long piece of rope lying on the floor. Kaly’lyn easily slipped inside the shadowed Inn unnoticed, sneaking up behind the unsuspecting paladin.

*Some hours later*

Maarcus groggily awoke to find himself trussed up with ropes and splayed out on several large animal pelts. His head was throbbing and he barely suppressed a groan of pain. After a moment, Maarcus glanced about and discovered he was inside a spacious animal skin tent and he could smell food cooking over a cooking fire just outside. His stomach growled in disappointment. The human was startled by a deep-voiced chuckle.
“Ah t’ink our guest is awake, mon,” Kaly’lyn announced, grin ever-present. He reached a leather-clad, three-fingered hand out and grabbed a small bowl made of animal bone and left the tent. Hexenartz merely gave Maarcus a cursory glance before moving to follow his partner.

When the two trolls returned, Maarcus eyed them warily. Kaly’lyn carelessly plopped down next to the paladin and held out the bowl from before so Maarcus could see it. The human’s mouth watered at the delightful smell coming from the stew within.
“Ya hun’gy, pally?” The rogue asked, suppressing a grin. Maarcus could only nod.
“Well, we ain’t gonna untie ya, so…behave,” that was the only warning Kaly’lyn gave before the human abruptly found himself sitting in the troll’s lap. He struggled briefly, but Kaly’lyn held him down easily.
“Do ya want me ta make ya eat ‘dis like a dog?” The rogue threatened despite being thoroughly amused. Maarcus quickly shook his head, humiliated at the mere thought, but finally aware that with his hands tied behind his back, that made eating rather difficult.
“Den settle down, human,” Kaly’lyn assured. The troll gently guided both Maarcus and the bowl until the latter was empty.
“Alright, Kaly, he’s fed,” Hexenartz piqued up, uncaring that he was speaking of the human like an animal, “Can we play now?”
“Impatient as always, Hex. But for once, I agree wit’chu,” Kaly’lyn winked at his companion from over Maarcus’ head. The paladin paled considerably. He had only heard about Horde torture techniques and was in no hurry to find out what ‘play’ they had in mind.

However, Maarcus was surprised when Kaly’lyn shifted the human so he was sitting more on the troll’s leg and proceeded to untie his wrists. Any thoughts of escape were drenched when Hexenartz knelt in front of the paladin and quickly helped remove Maarcus’ shirt. Kaly’lyn had his wrists efficiently retied within seconds.
“Dere…now ‘dat’s betta,” Hexenartz verbally approved of the human’s revealed toned chest. The troll shaman eagerly traced a finger down one of Maarcus’ pectorals, earning a surprised gasp.
“W-what are you g-going to do with me?” Maarcus whispered, terrified. Kaly’lyn rubbed the human’s bare shoulder in comfort.
“Nuthin’ ya won’t like, Ah promise,” the rogue assured, leaning forward and catching Hexenartz’s attention. Maarcus was then treated to a rather heated viewing of the two trolls kissing. He blushed a deep crimson almost all the way to his roots. Once the two Horde members separated, their attention quickly centered on getting as naked as their prisoner.

Soon, the paladin found himself on his back, unable to think clearly. Kaly’lyn was busy licking up and down the human’s torso while Hexenartz happily kissed the man stupid. The green-haired shaman nibbled on Maarcus’ lip before shifting to nibbling on his ear. Kaly’lyn slowly moved further south while Hexenartz distracted the human. Abruptly, Maarcus let loose a loud moan and arched his back in pleasure as a rapturous heat surrounded his hard flesh. Hexenartz chuckled at their prisoner’s near violent reactions.
“Be gentle, Kaly. It’s obviously a first time for ‘da poor mon,” the troll’s voice dripped of fake sympathy. Kaly’lyn let the human slip from his mouth with a soft pop.
“If yer so concerned, ‘den go find ‘da salve we brought,” the rogue countered, earning an annoyed huff from his companion. The black-haired troll chuckled and returned his attention to their captive. Maarcus clutched at the animal skins beneath him, panting and harder than he’d ever been in his life. Kaly’lyn gently brushed the paladin’s blonde hair from his eyes.
“Here. Now, hurry up, Kaly, or Ah’m gonna have blue nuts. An’ Ah will keel ya myself if ‘dat happens,” Hexenartz growled as he handed over a small jar. Kaly’lyn took up the jar and dipped his finger in the oily salve.
“Ah’right, pally, if ya don’ want ‘dis ta hurt like hell, relax yer body,” Kaly’lyn warned as he rubbed his slicked finger down the human’s crease. Maarcus took the troll’s advice and concentrated on relaxing. He tensed as he felt something blunt push against his entrance, but Hexenartz soothed the human gently. Kaly’lyn tenderly pushed his finger until the muscles finally gave out and he slipped inside the human. Maarcus gasped and writhed beneath the two trolls. The paladin unconsciously spread his thighs as the rogue stretched him. Hexenartz licked and nibbled Maarcus’ ear to distract the man.
“Ah-haa!” Maarcus cried out. Kaly’lyn’s lips curled into a grin.
“Found it,” the rogue chuckled as he rubbed the human’s prostate again. Finally, Kaly’lyn withdrew his finger and slicked his sex with more of the salve. Hexenartz shifted so that he knelt beside Maarcus’ face, his hard flesh in hand. The paladin glanced sideways and blushed at the shaman’s blatant grin. Kaly’lyn picked that exact moment to ease his sex inside the human. Maarcus let loose a low moan.
“Easy, pally…Almost in,” Kaly’lyn soothed as he finally sank balls deep inside and waited. Hexenartz playfully straddled Maarcus’ chest and bucked his hips.
“Yer gonna suck mine while Kaly fucks ya, ah’right?” The troll shaman winked. Maarcus nodded slowly, slightly ashamed, but so turned on by this point he didn’t care. The paladin opened his mouth and welcomed the dark green cock.

The two trolls moved in unison above and inside the human until Maarcus let loose a pleasure-laced scream and released, dragging his captors along with him. The paladin swallowed as much of Hexenartz as he could, but some still trickled out the corner of his mouth. Kaly’lyn lapped the excess seamen up after Hexenartz had moved. The rogue gently pulled out of Maarcus, produced a damp cloth, and cleaned himself and the human.
“Please, untie me,” Maarcus whispered when Kaly’lyn came up to steal another kiss. The rogue looked apprehensive.
“Sorry, mon, I can’t do ‘dat. Can’t have ya runnin’ back ta warn otha’s ‘bout us.”
Maarcus quickly shook his head and cuddled up to Kaly’lyn as best he could.
“I wouldn’t rat you out for all the gold in Stormwind. In fact, I would much rather stay with you than go back to being an under appreciated paladin of the Light.”
“Ya swear to ‘dat, pally?” Hexenartz asked, moving to lie on the opposite side of the human.
“I swear on my honor,” Maarcus affirmed heatedly. Hexenartz shrugged and stole one of Kaly’lyn’s fine blades. He took hold of the rope and cut it, finally freeing Maarcus’ wrists.
“We can take ‘im to Shatt, Kaly. No one would ask why we were workin’ together ‘dere,” the shaman pointed out, “Plus, we could get a hold o’ some gnomish engineer. ‘Dey might know some tricks.”
Kaly’lyn conceded. Maarcus was thrilled. The paladin happily pulled Hexenartz close and snuggled back into the rogue as Kaly’lyn pulled one of the furs over them.
“Night, pally.”

~Fin~

To be continued…?