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Strung Out	By : TransientTemptation Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 5888 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Voisin trembled and shook as every cell in his body burned agonizingly. It had been so long since that ass of a Draenei had left promising to come back with the key. And he never had. A pitiful cry escaped the elf’s lips as a wave of pain and fire flowed through him. He was drowning in it. Even breathing hurt. He heard the soldiers nearby laughing at his agony but he couldn’t do anything about that. Trying to stifle the sounds simply didn’t work. They were punishing him for getting a proper fix from the Draenei and not needing to degrade himself to get another for much longer. They were withholding the magic from him for so long that he didn’t even have the energy to properly writhe anymore.

All he could do was lay there and shake and cry out. He heard the cell door to the cage open and someone talking about punishment. He couldn’t focus on the actual words though. His mind was otherwise occupied by the tremors that seemed to turn his insides into molten lava. Voisin felt his body being rolled onto his stomach and then lifted so that he was draped over something, his backside presented high. Voisin moaned in horror as he realized what his punishment would be. Something cold and wet was rubbed between his cheeks and tears sprung up in his blind eyes.

There was a long agonizing pause and then he felt a cold nose against his backside. He yelped some at the sensation. The soldiers weren’t going to rape him he realized as he felt a coarse tongue licking at whatever they’d put on him. But something else would. “This Tauren friend of yours is pretty lonely… so we decided to give him some relief,” the leader of his tormentors whispered into Voisin’s long ear. The elf felt even more horror well up. The Tauren he’d been traveling with before all this had been a huge bull who wielded an impressive cock under his armor. It wasn’t something Voisin had ever dared entertain the idea of taking. Plus, he was supposed to be dead. The soldiers had told him his companion had died shortly after they were captured.

Two huge hands grabbed Voisin’s hips and he felt the large head of a cock press against him. He shrieked like a banshee as the Tauren behind him thrust hard and deep, tearing through his muscles carelessly. The beast instantly started rocketing his hips forward hard and seemingly mindlessly and all Voisin could do was scream and cry and bleed.

The bull sped up his thrusts, getting deeper with each one and drawing fresh blood from the elf. Voisin felt the hot huffs of the bull against his neck as he rutted mindlessly. Every thrust brought a fresh scream and sickening gush of blood. Voisin could feel the ruby liquid dripping down his legs but his weakness prevented him from fighting back at all. Coarse fur rubbed over the back of his legs as he was brutally taken. He could just make out the soldiers making jokes at his expense as he was raped by the overgrown cow. It was humiliating. Utterly humiliating.

Finally, Voisin felt the massive cock in him twitch and after a few more brutal thrusts the Tauren shot streams of his cum deep inside of the elf. Voisin screamed as it burned in his wounds endlessly. The bull kept going until he’d released all of his seed, making it overflow from the elf’s much smaller backside.

Voisin heard a struggle and the Tauren bull was pulled away from him. “We’d punish you more ourselves but who wants a cow’s sloppy seconds?” a soldier said with a chuckle. Voisin shifted his head so that his hair better covered his face, not wanting to let the scum tormenting him see his tears.

“A dog,” someone chimed in.

There was roaring laughter accompanying that statement. “Not a bad idea,” the leader said over the laughter. “Someone go get the hunting dogs. And see if there’s a way to bring a horse or two down here. We’ll make sure this filthy elf whore is put in his place…”

Voisin wailed in anguish at that. Now they were going to give him up to true animals to be raped? They were more barbaric than trolls were! The elf hadn’t thought that possible. But thankfully between the rape and the withdrawal he was swimming on the edge of unconsciousness. He didn’t fight it. He welcomed it and just as he heard barking and yapping of several dogs coming closer he finally managed to pass out.

When he came to he heard the crackling of fire and was wrapped in a pair of large warm arms. He turned into the rock hard chest he was being held against and felt a large hand running through his long hair soothingly. He couldn’t feel his legs but he didn’t care. It took him a moment to realize he was surrounded by magic, giving him the fix he so desperately needed. There was only one person who’d done that before. “Took you long enough…” he muttered to the Draenei.

Denall stiffened some but then went back to petting the elf in his lap. “I’m sorry about that. I’m afraid I’m not much of a thief. They caught me the first time I tried to take the key and I had to flee. By the time I managed to get back…” he let the sentence fade away there. “I’m glad you’re alive. I had my doubts there for a while with how much blood you’d lost.”

Voisin just laid there for a moment deciding if he really wanted to know or not before he sighed. He had to know. “What was on me?” he asked softly. “And I know something was.”

The paladin stiffened again and was stiff for a few moments before he relaxed again and sighed heavily. He sounded almost pained. “They’d brought a large boar in from somewhere…” he answered in a voice that was barely a whisper. “I can only be glad you weren’t awake by then.”

“I passed out after the Tauren,” Voisin supplied. “I think they drove him mad because he was all instinct and Tauren do, in fact, have brains… albeit small ones…” he added, feeling the need to defend his former companion if only out of pity for the creature he used to be. “Probably would have driven me mad before long… probably already did some…”

“You aren’t mad, Voisin,” Denall denied instantly.

“Mm, you’re right. I’m furious…” he replied softly. “I’m just too tired to do anything about it yet. But I will… when I recover. You can count on it.”

“And I won’t be the one to stop you,” Denall replied. “However… If I’m not mistaken, they’ve rendered you blind from all that. Can you still fight without your sight?” he asked worriedly.

Voisin smirked some. “You underestimate me. I will simply redirect the focus of my learning. My demons will do the fighting for me,” he supplied, curling up closer to his Draenei savior.

“You’re a warlock…”

“I am,” Voisin agreed. “And it is not wise to anger a warlock.”

Denall frowned a bit. “How did they manage to capture you in the first place?” he asked curiously.

Voisin sighed. “It was an unfortunate circumstance. We’d just come from the Arathi Basin and were wounded and tired. My demon was trying to recover but it was difficult and I was sporting a few extra wounds I shouldn’t have had. My companion was injured as well and had a broken chest plate. They caught us off guard and weak and then I woke up in that cage alone. It wasn’t long before I was going through withdrawal,” he explained.

“And then they strung you out on magical artifacts,” Denall concluded. “Despicable. It is not the way the alliance is supposed to treat prisoners. The secluded area of their outpost has let them run rampant.”

“Don’t worry… when I recover I’ll make sure the weeds are pruned back,” Voisin said tilting his head into the comforting firmness of the other male’s chest. “Do you have a healing potion on you?” he asked after several minutes. He felt Denall nod and reach to the side. A cold glass bottle was placed in the elf’s hand and he quickly uncorked it before drinking it down. He trusted the Draenei not to go through so much effort of saving him just to poison him. It wouldn’t make sense in the tiniest bit.

Voisin felt a warm tingle fill his body and the feeling slowly return to his legs as his wounds healed. They weren’t all healed but enough so that he was already feeling a hundred times better. He replaced the cork in the mouth of the bottle and put it to the side. “Thank you. I feel much better already,” he said though he didn’t move from the other male’s lap. He was comfortable there and felt strangely protected, a very nice change from the torment he’d so recently been in.

“What will you do after you finish with the outpost?” Denall asked, letting his calloused hand continue to run through the warlock’s mid-thigh length hair. It needed a wash desperately but Denall didn’t want to bring it to the elf’s attention just yet. The warlock brought out a distinct protective streak in the Draenei.

“I don’t know… I suppose I will have to go back to my trainers to relearn some things… lacking eyesight will make things more difficult. But after that I guess I’ll just pick up where I left off,” Voisin answered though why he was bothering to answer was beyond him. It really wasn’t any of the Draenei’s business what he was planning to do. “Why so curious?”

Denall shrugged a bit. “I suppose I just don’t want to see you hurt more from this than you already are. It’s bad enough you have to relearn some of your abilities. Having to change your plans on top of it would make things even worse.”

Voisin found himself smiling a bit at the statement. “My, aren’t we the sweetheart?” he teased lightly. “One would think you’d fallen for me, Denall.”

“Don’t be ridiculous warlock,” Denall said though he didn’t loosen his grip on the smaller male any. “We are complete opposites you and I.”

Voisin made a sound of thought before he reached up and found the side of Denall’s strong jaw. “Opposites do attract,” he pointed out as he pulled the paladin down into a heated kiss. Denall didn’t resist and simply tightened his hold on the elf as their tongues fought to get the upper hand. When Voisin wouldn’t give in easily Denall tugged on some of his strawberry blonde hair and the elf moaned into the kiss. Another quick tug and the elf gave up the fight with another sound of pleasure. Denall smiled into the kiss and took advantage of his victory to start exploring the warlock’s hot, somewhat small, mouth.

Suddenly they were down on the ground with the elf pinned and holding onto the larger Draenei tightly as the common sense was kissed out of him. Denall’s hands started to wander over the lithe form beneath him but froze when he felt Voisin flinch in pain. He pulled back from the kiss though they were both out of breath. “I’m sorry… I forgot myself for a moment…”

Voisin nodded a bit though he was panting for air through slightly swollen lips. “It’s alright… we’ll simply have to continue this later…”

“I look forward to it,” Denall admitted making Voisin smile some in what the paladin swore was victory.
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