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Croon of the Kraul	By : disscordia Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 6737 -:- Recommendations : 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.

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Title: Croon of the Kraul

Author: A. Pseudonym, aka 'Dark Morgan'

Rating: NC17, HET (omg, it's not yaoi!!)

Dikclaimer: WoW is obviously not owned by me. If it were there'd be a lot more yaoi in the flavour text & dialogue and rogues would have more quests. These characters, however, are mine :)

Summary:Well, it's finally finished. The 2nd "chapter" in Kral'tuk & Dannar's life together. It took a bit longer than I expected to get out, but all in all I'm pleased with how it ended up. Don't worry, I'm not closing the book on these two - or their friends - just yet, but school & life come first. If you like my smuttage here send me an e-mail, or look for my art stuffs on Y!Gallery. Till then, happy wankerings and keep the yaoi love flowing :D
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He sat drowning his sorrows in the skeaziest, most rank and disreputable watering hole he could find this side of the Barrens. The Goblin port off the gold coast provided him with a small selection of shady bars, and so he picked one, the dirtier the better. He felt unclean. Violated. Betrayed. Not by the High Chief�s proclamation but that Kral�tuk had been there to take it. That Kral�tuk had stood by the enemy, had confessed his sins to Cairne, and had accepted banishment in place of their deaths. He had in no way been implicated but it didn�t matter. His face burned with rage every time he thought of that human with Kral�tuk, and each time he thought of Kral�tuk his mug faltered, his chest shook, and it took all he could muster not to break down inside. So away he drunk, blocking out those thoughts and focusing instead on their rage, letting it pool inside him like a bitter poison.

�Hey sailor, feel like showing me a good time before I ship out?� Gukkar tensed as a husky female voice came up behind him. An orc he noticed earlier on the docks set down a mug of ale before him as she claimed the stool at his side. Gukkar looked at her. She was young. Built. A perfect specimen of feminine beauty among orcs strapped comfortably in her leather pants and loose vest with her hair pulled high and tightly back in one long pony tail. He swore he could smell a wet, oceanic scent coming from between her legs as she straddled the stool and he took the mug of ale before him to hide his disgust from this sudden companion.

�Not the talkative type. I like that,� the woman beside him said. �I�m Janga,� she stated, throwing back half her ale in one gulp.

�Gukkar,� Gukkar muttered staring off into the bar wall before him. Off to the side some trolls were throwing darts into a wall, completely missing the goalboard, and laughing a drunken riot about it.

�Gukkar,� Janga tested the word, finishing off her ale with a little more ease. �My clan doesn�t come from the Valley of Trials.� She got up and moved behind Gukkar. He nearly cringed as he felt her hands grab him around the shoulders and start massaging him there. �Where I come from, if we want something we take it.�

Anger swam through Gukkar�s vision. His skin crawled at the thought of this stranger touching him. He wanted to be alone. He wanted to rip her hands off his shoulders, slam her in the face, scream curses at her until she collapsed into a terrorized, frightened thing. He wanted to wreak violence upon her. He wanted Kral�tuk.

Gukkar swallowed.

He wanted Kral�tuk� but Kral�tuk already had someone. Somebody he liked better. And Gukkar was already alone.

*****

The door slammed open as Janga was thrown bodily against the rickety, troth-like wooden frame that made up this particular inn�s beds. Gukkar was already on top of her ripping his tunic off by the time the door had swung shut and was working on his pants while Janga was just opening her vest. Gukkar stared at the dark green eyes that popped out to meet him like two tuber growths on her breast as she managed to get her top off but averted his eyes when she went to loosen the buckles around her waist.

�My, you want this more than I�d thought,� Janga said sliding out of her pants.

She squirmed. She slided. Her legs ground together moving the fat lips between her thighs in anticipation of his cock which hung more and more like a sinking mast. He swore he could see more hidden layers as her vagina opened slightly when she leaned upwards to attack his nipple with her mouth, and then his thoughts went elsewhere.

Gods, it�s just like� but so sharp, he thought gasping as his senses intensified to a pinpoint of pain. That always aroused him, that feeling of life on the edge while his lover moved under him, begging him in, needing him inside. He felt his dick pulse and his sphincter clenched waiting for the probing fingers that would come next. They always came gently caressing their way in, feeling him open, stroking him inside, and then�

But this wasn�t Kral�tuk, and she wasn�t going to probe him inside, even if he asked.

Gukkar tore Janga off his chest and threw her back against the mattress. He spread her legs with his knees and impaled himself within her. She grunted in pain but Gukkar didn�t care. He forced his knees under her so she had to wrap her legs around his waist and thrust hard as she grabbed the bedframe to keep from falling off.

Inside Gukkar�s mind revolted. His dick which had been borderline limp upon entering had grown traitorously hard in the soft, unfamiliarly warm sensation about it. It had become lost not finding anything to hold onto without something strong clamping around its haft. The thing which ate at his manhood now might as well have been rotted fruit encased inside two fleshy lips. It squicked as he thrust, slurping against his penis like a perverted mouth sucking him gently into a moist void. He forced himself over and over again into the woman, each time wanting to scream out wanting to cry that it was wrong and unnatural, wanting to throw the hot body below him away and run and hide his sensitive parts, and so each time he forced himself harder and harder into the creature before him, sustaining that perversion in their bodies.

Janga was lying back on the bed, not even holding the bedframe anymore as she let herself be taken. Her body shook and her breasts, bouncing like two ripe melons in waterskins, countered the thrusting rhythm of the orc pounding her. Letting loose, letting Gukkar have control, she rode with closed eyes gasping on the windserpent of passion.

Before the signs, before Gukkar even knew what his body was doing, he came and his mind was screaming not to do it. Then the familiar sensation washed over him, the old fires swam through his mind and for a moment he forgot. He forgot Kral�tuk, he forgot the creature before him, he forgot himself and smiled gasping as wave upon wave of pleasure hit, washed over him and slowly dwindled away. He breathed in deep breaths to cool his burning body as he relaxed, semi-collapsing over the other warm body below him. Then it was just his body over one still burning hotly under him with his member still inside, like a fresh kill sucking to pull him down.

�Damn, you needed that more than I do I think,� Janga chuckled as she squirmed under Gukkar, reaching up a hand to caress the sweat off of Gukkar�s face. Apparently she had yet to be completely sated but Gukkar, now spent and having burned off most of the alcohol he had consumed, felt like his whole body was coated in the glowing slime which filled the channels of the Undercity.

�I need to go,� Gukkar said pulling out of the woman despite her weak protestations. His member flopped out like a giant, limp worm radiating heat in the musty old room that now smelled of sex and ripe fish fresh from the sea. It smelled nothing at all like Kral�tuk�s musk or even another orc male�s. It smelled like seasquid effluence, vile and everywhere. Gukkar pulled on his pants, stuffing his engorged, traitor appendage in and grabbing the rest of his clothes in a hurry.

�Keep that fire burning sailor,� Janga said lustily as she reclined still naked on the bed. Gukkar glanced over and she winked, one hand sliding up her thigh and dipping down on the inside in slow, seductive motions. He shuddered to think of what she would do once he was away and so he left as quickly as he could. Trying not to slam the door or draw attention to himself he made to get away from her as fast as possible.

*****

The waters helped.

Gukkar floated, suspended in a fresh pool hidden away from the goblin port. The night moon had shown he�d be alone here and so he stripped, hot again from sprinting, and scoured his body clean of that woman�s filth. Now naked, holding himself underwater, Gukkar floated without breathing as the world disappeared to deadened senses, each drop of the evening rain lost to the muffled motion of the waters within the pool.

He screamed. And screamed and screamed and screamed until he could think no more.
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