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Hell Cavern	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3541 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Forty-Six
The orc struggled to comply with the command given; he still wore manacles on his ankles and wrists. After his shirt twisted in various ways Demoncraft tore it in two and tossed it on the ground. His leggings ended pooled on the chain around his ankles. Falcon studied the naked orc; his emerald skin was scarred with hundreds of old wounds. The giant cock of the druid's nightmare was flaccid, hidden beneath ebony curls.
"Play the part, Akire," Sly whispered to his heart. "If the demons suspect your heart is not in it, they will call you on it and the punishment will be …"
"I KNOW KOTKA," he replied harshly and then softer, "I know …"
Closing his mind to the rogue he sneered and grabbed the orc's manhood squeezing, "so much for the biggest cock I've ever seen. You like to top, time to feel what it's like to be on the bottom." He moved around the still orc and his breath caught. Demoncraft's back was covered with scars, similar to the ones he had seen on Sly's back, circular bite marks, every inch of the green skin, including the ass was covered.
"I've been bottomed many times, elf," Demoncraft said, his voice hallow. "I was young during my time in Durnholde, an easy target to those stronger than me. I vowed never to be that weak again."
This was not what he wanted; Falcon's desire for revenge all but left him. However, for the sake of his clan he had to continue down this sordid path. "Funny how never sneaks up on you," Falcon said, "now kneel." It took his druidic magic to harden himself as the orc knelt down in front of him. "Time to relive your childhood, orc, if those tusks cut me I'll chop them off."
"Don't do this, beloved," Crystal whispered in his heart.
"And what … let him do the same to you, Star, Gola, and Red? I'm sorry my love, I do not want this but the alternative is unacceptable. I must give our demon keepers the show they desire, be strong." He broke contact as the callused hands of the orc reached into the waistband of his leggings. As his heated flesh sprung free the warm tongue of the prisoner found it quickly and Falcon shuddered as it expertly massaged him. Which got him a chuckle from the kneeling one, grabbing Demoncraft's ponytail Falcon jerked his head back harshly. "What's so funny, slut?" he growled.
"Smaller than I remember," the orc replied with a smirk.
Falcon's eyes flashed, "Let me fix that for you." His body shimmered as he let the spirit of the grizzly take over. Rising up on his hind legs he rested his forepaws on the pole kept on stage. He smiled around his fangs at the look of alarm that crossed the orc's face. "Take it all," he growled, "and I may leave that ass of yours intact."
"That's more like it," Demoncraft said as his hands returned to the now outsized cock. The length was large enough for the orc to wrap two hands around it. Falcon started to have second thoughts, for all his talk this was one form he had never actually used for sex, it was just too large. Then Demoncraft's tongue found his oversized head and he stopped thinking at all. Long sensual strokes started from the base and worked their way up.
After a few such licks Falcon lowered a paw, placing it on the orc's back, his claws digging into the flesh. "Suck it," he ordered, knowing it would be like trying to swallow his own arm, but the feral part in him didn't care.
The tongue moved back to the tip and after a leisurely lick, Falcon found himself drawn into the warm mouth of his fallen foe. The orc skillfully worked his lips around the massive head; to his credit Falcon felt no teeth on his heated flesh. Forcing himself to remain still, he let the orc set the pace drawing the cock slowly into his mouth. It was probably only a forth of the way in when he felt himself hit the back of Demoncraft's throat. "Is that as far as you can take it, slut?" Falcon growled, "Perhaps your ass will be a better target after all." As he spoke he started channeling his druidic powers into the orc, relaxing his throat letting him take it deeper. He went as far as he dared before pulling out and slamming back into the warmth. Demoncraft let out a muffled cry as his hands gripped the base of the cock, massaging the large sacks.
Falcon wanted this display done and worked his body into a frenzy. He was close to release when a massive claw clamped down on his fur-covered shoulder. Falcon looked up at Keeper Canesut, shuddering holding his climax in check. "Tear his ass open," the demon hissed. A talon gestured toward his camp, "isn't that what you told the other. Show me his ass bleeding and covered with your seed and I'll let your clan live another day. Otherwise I'll kill you all … women … prisoners … none of you will survive."
"Damn it!" Falcon shouted silently to all that shared his true name. As the orc kneeling before him removed his hands from Falcon's throbbing heat and turned placing them on the floor, offering the druid his ass.
"Do it," Demoncraft growled. "I'm not dying here."
Falcon dropped down on all four, his massive bear body easily standing over the kneeling orc. "Guide me in," he said, his voice as hollow as the orc's had been moments ago. A strong hand wrapped around his cock and he felt it press against the too small opening. Lowering his muzzle he whispered, "Forgive me," as he bit into the green-skinned shoulder and thrust.
His powers instantly killed every pain receptor the orc had, all Demoncraft could fill was the pressure and he still cried out, his scream echoing in the cavern. The first few plunges hurt Falcon as bad as it did the orc, but he left his pain unchecked, he deserved it. Eventually the blood from the other started acting like a lube. There was no pleasure for the druid as he quickly finished filling the orc to the brim with his seed. Pulling out he let the last few drops fall on the orc's back. He released his hold on the shoulder, his teeth tainted with blood and Demoncraft fell silently to the ground, unconscious.
Shifting back to an elf he wiped a hand cross his mouth, it was covered with blood. Canesut let out a dark laugh. "That will do." He then shouted, his voice booming through the cavern. "Elfkillers is no more; the remaining survivors are this elf's property to do what he wants. We were thinking of downsizing the work force anyway." He looked over at Falcon, "they do not exist for your rations, you do not have to fill quota bags for them if they eat it will be your choice. You are dismissed, you be expected at the mines, come first bell. Shall I decorate the wall with this one?" A giant foot nudged the still orc.
"Nay," Falcon said moving over Demoncraft, bending down he grabbed the waist of the orc and threw him over his shoulder. "I'm not done with him yet." Walking purposely toward his camp he sent a whisper to his wife, "I want to be left alone, please beloved, keep them away for now."
"I love you, Akire," she replied and then fell silent. He watched her whisper something to Sid who glanced his way a look of concern on his face. Moments later the cavern went dark once more as the magic lights were extinguished, Falcon's eyes quickly adjusted.
"Kotka, see to the prisoners… make sure they are secured well," he command, wisely the rogue did not reply. Once within the camp he went to the hut Crystal and he had shared, opening the door he stepped inside. It was crowded, now holding all but the dwarfs belongings. However, there was still space in the middle and kneeling he lowered the orc into the bare spot. Turning Demoncraft over so he was laying face down Falcon placed a hand on the scared back and started to mend the damage he had done.
Behind him the door opened and a soft light entered. Without speaking Sid entered and moving around the druid he took the orc's wrist shackles. Using a mallet he hammered a stake through the links and into the ground. Afterwards he left the lantern on a trunk and walked back to the door, there he paused. "Why, lad?" he asked softly. "He would … did the same to you and didn't blink an eye. Why are you healing him?"
"Because I am not him," Falcon growled. "If I sink to his level then this cavern has won."
Out the corner of his eye he saw the dwarf smile. "Just checking, lad," Sid said as he stepped outside shutting the door behind him.
He first healed the internal damage; no body was built to take the force he had used. Afterwards he ran a thumb over one of the old bite marks on the orc's shoulder, with each circle the scar faded until it vanished all together. Moving to the next one he repeated the process, using both hands to slowly work his way down the emerald back. He healed but left the bite mark he had made scarred over. At some point Demoncraft awoke, Falcon could tell by the change in his breathing but remained still so the druid continued healing the old scars. He paused when he reached the orc's waist but with a shrug moved his hands down; rubbing his thumbs on old wounds and making them fade away. As he worked on the final mark a scent reached him, a simple healing probe confirmed what his nose told him, Demoncraft's cock was hard; the orc had been turned on by the massage. Falcon slapped the ass roughly. "I should castrate you," he growled.
The bound one flinched, and turned his head so he could see Falcon. "Even I took care of my whores," he said as he pulled his knees up and parted his legs. Laying a hand on the back of the orc Falcon used his druidic powers to cause Demoncraft to climax and spray onto the floor.
"Done," Falcon said coolly.
"That … was unimpressive elf," the orc said, as he remained kneeling. "We had a saying for you at Elfkillers, Ul'beh she'kah, means your bark is worse than your bite. The demons knew that display would hurt you more than it hurt me. It was meant as punishment to us both. For what little you deem it is worth, I do not hold anything against you. As you said it was my fault that I was in such a position."
"Why?" Falcon said. "Why did you attack us? With only simple weapons? You had to know we would fight back."
"Because I knew you would fight back," the orc said softly. "I didn't want them to die in this hell by starving to death or at the hands of a demon. They are securely in the embrace of our ancestors now."
"And you were too cowardly to follow them?" Falcon growled. "Dylan told me you surrendered to them after I left."
"The ancestors deserted me long ago," Demoncraft said, "death is empty for me."
"Bullshit," Falcon sighed. Bending down he released the shackles from the stake in the ground. "Get up and pull your pants up … time to return you to your cell, some of us have to go to the mines in a few hours."
"I can swing a pick," Demoncraft said standing and pulling his legging up.
"Into my back I am sure," Falcon replied, grabbing the lantern and leading the orc outside.
A large purple lizard appeared out of nowhere in front of them and hissed, its forked tongue flickering from between its razor-sharp teeth. "Easy, Sweet Pea," Falcon said, "it's okay."
The warp stalker's owner separated herself from the shadows. "You look well," Shawna said to Demoncraft, disgust in her voice. "I was sure hoping you would be crippled after that."
The orc eyed her coolly. "Come by the cell sometime," he said, "I'll show you what a real cock looks like."
Falcon held the shackles tight as Shawna slapped Demoncraft, the lizard at her feet growled. "You saved that?" she cried. "He's meat to be wasted not even fit for Sweet Pea."
Tired of justifying his actions Falcon tugged on the chain and led the orc over to the makeshift jail. The two guards outside the door drew out their swords and unlocked the door. Weapons were unnecessary as the prisoners within were securely fastened to the wall. Falcon entered first and was greeted by angry shouts and curses that were quickly silenced as Demoncraft followed him inside.
"Ul'beh she'kah," the orc said with a smirk as Falcon fastened the shackles to an iron hook in the wall, letting the orc sit on a small mat but denying him the ability to lie down.
The druid glanced over at Aluari and raised an eyebrow; she slightly gestured toward her mat, and he knew her son was hidden beneath. The fewer that knew the better, seemed like a good idea to him. The woman's chains were longer than the others, giving her the ability to lie down and care for her child. Her husband, Jach, was shackled next to her but not close enough to touch, he like the rest of the men were only allowed to sit down on mats. Falcon did a quick examination of the five shackles and made sure all were still firmly fastened into the wall, the dwarves had done their job well.
"Get some sleep," he said. "We'll figure out something to feed you, won't be our best rations but we won't starve you either."
Jach nodded, "Rat meat be better than what we been eattin', mon … tanks."
After making sure the door was securely locked and thanking the Silverhelm guards once more, Falcon walked over to the barracks and slipped inside. It was dark within but he needed no light to find his way to his bedding. Stripping off his clothes he slipped under the furs between Crystal and Sly. To his surprise the rogue wrapped a strong arm around his chest from behind. The embrace was intimate but not sexual as he felt the warm breath of the other on his shoulder. After a long moment the rogue's grasp eased and he felt warm lips kiss him between his shoulder blades.
"Sleep," Sly ordered silently.
As Crystal curled up in front of him Falcon used his magic to relax his body and do just that.
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