The Appetizer

The room was bigger than what the armor clad warrior was used to. Not that he complained; rather, big rooms were better for big orcs like him. The only thing that made him nervous was the fact that he wasn't accustomed to such lavish surroundings. The elves surely knew how to decorate and keep things spruced up, at least. It was not the modeling of their buildings, however, that had convinced Hirota to go to the elven city, to collect a key to one of their rooms. Instead it was those who were inside the room that evening who were the reason why he had gone up into the room- one person in particular, really.

Having said that, the soldier was not surprised in the least to find his planned company already in bed with someone else. It wasn't uncommon for most orcs to have a go at whoever they could in such a tavern- it sure helped the variety of their selection since every patron was usually even more eager than the last. The orc that Hirota was meeting that evening was most definitely no different from the others. Besides, Hirota had no room to debate faithfulness in such a place- after all, he was guilty of similar mischevious deeds.

When the armored brute had stepped into the doorway, he tried to duck back out and leave the fellow orc to his current conquest (a platinum blonde haired blood elf, no older than eighteen in the standards of her own kind), but there was no getting over on the rogue that the warrior walked in on.

"For a minute- mmph- I didn't think you were gonna make it," the sweaty orc teased, baring a sharp set of teeth which the warrior could easily see from the doorway thanks to the way the lighting in the room made them glint. "After all..." he continued, "...mmm, you soldiers having to act chivalrous and all that. Couldn't possibly let someone of your status get caught here, eh?" Even in the middle of a good rut, the rogue sounded calm- so was the way of a mercenary, perhaps. The warrior couldn't help but chuckle at the furry male's statement.

To say that the rogue was hairy would have been a bit of an understatement. Rough, black fuzz covered next to every inch of his sweat-sheened frame. The mane atop his head was longer than that of a normal orc's, his beard long and probably gone unshaven for a couple of months. While that body hair did reach seemingly everywhere- chest, back, thighs, and even a smattering of it over his rump and feet, it was at its thickest in the most obvious of areas- even with the thrusting of his hips, the voyeur couldn't help but notice that much. The soldier's eyes, however, were trying to remain primarily focused on the burning red stare that the furry rogue gave him in return.

"Mind closing the door?" he asked over the sound of a particularly wet number of thrusts, combined with that of the elven dame moaning underneath him. All elves were small, that was a given to even orcs who had never been to their cities; but it truly was a wonder how an orc as big as that rogue was fitting himself to the hilt in such a lithe little thing like her. It was actually a wonder how the male passed as a rogue to begin with, considering he was just as stocky as most orcs, if not more so. Certainly not fat by any stretch of the imagination, but to see six feet and two hundred-seventy pounds of orc hunched over a seemingly frail elf, no taller than five foot four and maybe one hundred pounds soaking wet, was truly a pleasant sight to witness first hand.

It was that sight that made the armor clad male almost forget he'd been requested to close the door behind him, and he reluctantly shook his head to rouse himself from that temporary trance before reaching back to nudge the door until he heard the snap of the lock.

"Much better," the rogue drawled, just as his thick green arms slid entirely around the slender elf's torso to give himself more leverage into his thrusts. The blonde certainly seemed to love that; her knees had begun to lift off of the bed entirely from the strength of the bearlike male's thrusts and with that, another trickle of fluid to add to the cream colored puddle on the bedsheets. As the soldier grew bold enough to come closer, he could see that the pool of fluids beneath their hips was much bigger than it looked first entering the room. It would have been even bigger, if not for the runoff of it that trailed off to the far side of the bedsheets and had long since begun dripping all over the floor.

The strong scent of what was at least an hour's worth of passionate sex filled the warrior's nostrils, an aroma that brought a wide smile to his slightly scarred face. The rogue didn't appear to mind his company getting a closer look of things; rather, he even turned himself and the dame beneath him just enough to give the soldier an even better view of just how tight a fit that thick green orchood was inside of the elf's soaked netherlips. The soldier liked that a good deal.

"You've had this one under you for a while now," the warrior noted aloud with a smirk. As he settled down into a chair by the bed, one of his bare hands reached under the elven beauty to fondle one of her petite breasts, causing an accentuated moan to come from her.

The rogue didn't laugh along, didn't grin, just kept thrusting despite the small talk. "You would have her in such a position, too, if you were waiting for me."

While the armored male was most definitely a big, strong greenskin with endurance to boot, he couldn't help but shake his head. After all, one important trait was missing from all the rest that the soldier had. "She isn't quite the type for me."

The furry male on top of his conquest didn't answer right away that time. His hips began humping erratically and his breathing got faster, showing the signs of a fast approaching orgasm; one of several the rogue had inside of his dame over the course of their little romp. A lot of the milky fluid that the male had freshly pumped into her drooled right back out in rope after thick rope thanks to having filled her to the brim already, and now their pool on the bed grew a little larger.

When the bearlike orc had felt his load finish draining out into the blonde, he took one more lazy thrust into her and sighed. He made sure to press his large hips tight against the elf's, rubbing his large, low-hanging balls against her soft, sensitive, and drenched skin. The little elf purred and shuddered, wagging her heart shaped buttocks firmly against the dominant greenskin and his fuzzy belly. It took the rogue several moments to recuperate before he decided to pull himself out of the sheath he made his own, his uncut penis and those heavy balls slathered in slick, warm minglings of elven honey and his own potent orcish seed.

The soldier's eyes were focused on the fellow orc's well-endowed parts, no doubt, though the rogue simply rolled to a seated position next to the puddle of musky cum he had left on the bed. "I just made her your type for the better part of this evening, Hirota," said the hairy orc.

The armor clad warrior tilted his head, his pony tail swaying side to side. "I thought I came here for you," he said.

After all, it was what the rogue seemed to have been following him for. For days, the furry male had watched the soldier in the city while he had been on leave from duty in Orgrimmar. He had been followed, stalked, studied for the better part of his stay in the colorful elven city, and though the warrior had noticed, he said nothing. He actually enjoyed the attention, having another large male's eyes cast on him for such taboo reasons.

Earlier that day, just as the sun had begun to set, the rogue had crept up on him again- this time, however, he came with a message.

"Tonight, let the stars guide you."

A key was slipped into the warrior's hand, and before Hirota could question the meaning, the rogue was gone. It was fortunate for the simple-minded soldier, however, that the clues were easy enough to find. Small black outlined stars etched along walls, streets, signs; while hard to see by elves who were blinded by beauty, did not go unnoticed on a man who had grown to sharpen his senses after years upon years of work fighting in the field.

Now was supposed to be his time to be allowed to please that mysterious male, to take his orders like a valiant soldier and obey him, only him. Instead, before the warrior was to have fun with the man who toyed with him for so long, the rogue had more fun games in mind.

"You did come here for me," the rogue said calmly, "I just want to see that my time did not become a waste by finding a strong, alluring soldier on the outside only to become disappointed by an impotent bedmate on the inside." The bearded orc then leaned forward to grasp the armored male under his chin. "I want to feel the strongest of men under my will, and you will obey."

The soldier couldn't deny that it was something he desired. He hadn't expected a woman to be in the mix, but the way the rogue's commands were rumbled from that deep voice, it made the warrior want more; to do anything in order to get more.

"What will you have me do first, sir?" asked the orc- not in the tone that one would couple with a submissive male, one eager to be plowed. Instead the soldier asked of the next order he would carry out just like he would approach his commanding officer. The bearded male's cock rose slightly at the sound.

"Kitten," the rogue started, his head turned to the elf who still remained on all fours and as an obedient dame, hadn't interrupted the orcs while they conversed. She turned her body around, eyeing the large orc curiously. From his free hand, the bearlike male pointed a single thick digit down to the creamy pool of spunk on the bed. Without questioning the command, the elf dipped her head down, and just like the rogue's pet name hinted, the blonde's tongue slid out and lapped at that strong tasting fluid like a parched kitten.

"You see, Hirota," the bear continued as he once again faced the warrior, "before you can have the main course, you must try the appetizers." That free hand of the rogue's laid palm up, presenting the cum drinking elf just as though she were a dish on a restaurant menu. In a way she was, with how the people of the tavern had conducted themselves over the years, but that was beside the point.

"Remove your armor, soldier," ordered the rogue, slowly letting the warrior's chin go. Once that hand left his face, the soldier stood right up at attention, and stripped his plate mail piece by piece from his frame.

The hairy greenskin wasted no time getting comfortable as he watched; a stray article of clothing- a loincloth that was presumably his- was taken by the male on the bed and he wrapped that warm fuzzy fabric around his cock. Pearls of cum that still glistened on his member were rubbed off into that cloth, as well as a renewed trickle of precum- judging by the size of the orc's balls, it was no surprise they weren't empty yet.

The soldier had to do his best to ignore the erection in his own underwear and continue working out of his clothing in the meantime. Spaulders and boots came off first. Then the bracelets; the belt unbuckled after that; next came the breastplate; and finally, the leggings.

As each piece of armor came off it had become more and more apparent that while the warrior wasn't as heavy as the rogue, he sure was fit for his job. Aside from a few scars and bruises, the orc looked good enough to eat. A thin strip of body hair beneath his belly disappeared into his loincloth, but that piece of clothing was removed quickly as well to show off the forest of dense, dark pubes over his groin. His cock was uncut like the rogue's and also sported a similar length and thickness; his low hung testicles hinted at being able to carry a big load, as well.

The bear liked what he saw, and showed his approval by rubbing out a nice, long cum into his underwear with a lazy shudder of his thick, hairy body. Some of his bursts even managed to overshoot the musky fabric, landing at the soldier's feet.

"Not bad at all," the rogue said after his climax faded, smirking a bit again. "My kitten is always thirsty for her warm milk. Sit down on the bed and assist her."

Although again, she wasn't the warrior's first choice, the muscular warrior made himself comfortable on the large bed and laid back on his elbows. He waited for the young elf to turn away from her current drink and relaxed, his veiny orchood still upright in anticipation.

"Here," the rogue said suddenly, standing from the bed to move around to the fellow orc while his vixen settled herself between Hirota's firm legs. The bear had his soiled underwear in his hand still, and balled it up. "Something to keep you hard without moaning louder than the whore." The warrior gasped in surprise, soon muffled from being gagged on that musky, cum soaked loincloth.

It did keep the soldier hard, all right. The taste of the orc's seed was more than distinct, although the fact that he also noted the faint taste of sweat and urine caused him to moan out into that fabric and hump the air until the rogue's little elf settled her sweet lips on the warrior's aching cock.

There wasn't much room for the soldier to struggle those advances- elves certainly knew how to please, this one being no exception. The dame's tongue rubbed firmly against the soldier's length, coating the male's foreskin in warm saliva. The rogue watched with intrigue, running thick fingers through the shaggy beard over his chin. While the elf certainly made the soldier squirm, he really wanted to test the male; wished to see just what made him howl with delight.

To get the elf to do a better job at accomplishing this, the rogue assumed a bit more motivation was in order. He rubbed his member back to that thick, rock hard state it had been in most of the night, and promptly sheathed it right back into the dame's ravaged nethers. Being filled from both ends made the elf squirm excitedly between those two large men, made her moan around the soldier's cock and sending warm vibrations throughout that throbbing green length. Her face pushed down closer to the hilt of the warrior's shaft, and expertly took that hard cock into the back of her throat.

It may not have been the rogue between his legs, but the fact that such a small woman sucked him until her nose buried itself into that soft tuft of pubic hair was plenty to elicit the kind of reaction the bear wanted out of his orcish company. The rogue couldn't help but grin and bare those sharp fangs of his even as he resumed thrusting noisily into the young woman. One of the elf's dainty hands clenched the bedsheets to brace herself, while her other hand reached forward and started massaging the warrior's testicles as her tongue traced over the veins of that sensitive shaft buried into her mouth.

"Nngh..." the soldier groaned into his dirty gag, his hips lifted off the bed to arch between those warm, wet lips. The rogue watched him from over his dame's shoulder, the furry brute leaning heavily over her and closely eyeing the look in the warrior's eyes.

"Are you going to cum?" the bear asked, and got a quick nod for an answer. Teasingly, the large rogue reached a firm hand out to grasp the elf by her hair and pulled her mouth from the warrior's hard cock. The soldier started to reach for her head with his own hands so he could pull her right back down, but a stern look from the rogue caused the other male to sink back pitifully against the bed.

The rogue would have his elf to himself once more, humping the dame's tender cunt until he had to restrain himself and slid out. He leaned close to one of the elf's long, pointed ears and whispered something gruffly to her. With no hesitation, the blonde wrapped both hands around the warrior's thick shaft and began pumping it. She circled a thumb over the soldier's tight foreskin, tugging on it gently to keep the male's throbbing tip bared entirely for her to gaze at. The warrior could only take so much teasing.

Hirota's head lolled back against the fluffy pillows on the bed and let out a loud groan into his gag. A powerful torrent of orcish cum fired from his swollen cock, spraying the elf all over her fine, unblemished face. Several strings of sticky fluid landed in her hair, though most splashed over her cheeks, nose and lips. Her tongue swirled around, licking all of the cum it could reach as she made sure to squeeze out every last drop of the soldier's orgasm before his cock eventually began to soften. The rogue seemed pleased.

"Good. That's a good start," the furry orc said, crawling from behind the elf to stroke the warrior's rough cheek. "I have many more plans for you before I'm finished, don't you worry."