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Crafty War: Bracelet of Friendship	By : sugandya Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 4170 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thrall waited atop the high hill in the Barrens. He’d gotten Jaina’s message: “We must discuss the Night Elven encroachment!” Peculiar; there didn’t seem to be any elves encroaching anywhere since all elves were good about keeping to themselves. “Perhaps she’s… “ A wide grin spread over Thrall’s face. “She remembered it’s my birthday! That kidder!” The green chieftain did a little jig. “I’ll just pretend to be surprised once she unveils my present.”
Thrall waited…
And waited…
And waited.
“Holy earthmother, where is—“
The mage conjured out of nowhere, right behind the orc. “Thrall! Sorry, I’m late!” The archmagician threw out a laundry list of silly events that’d mate her late, each one more trivial than the last. “It was just dreadful! Anyway, how are you?”
“…Jaina…” How absolutely disappointing. Not only was she late, but the human seemed… She’s not the same woman anymore, Thrall thought. So flakey! He felt his stomach sink. Surely, she forgot his birthday.
“Oh! I didn’t forget your birthday, Thrall!” Jaina giggled and conjured a small package wrapped up in brown paper and twine. It was pretty humble, with “To: Thrall From: Jaina,” written across the top.
The orc wasted not a second tearing open the box with his powerful hands. “You shouldn’t have!” he chortled as he tore the heavy stock to shreds. The stuffing flew this way and that until he uncovered a pair of tiny bracelets. “Oh, you got me charms?” he held the bracelets in the air.
“They’re friendship bracelets!”
“What?”
“You take one, and I take one.”
“Wait, you give me a gift just to take it right back!?”
“N-no!” Jaina stammered. “I wove them out of spellthread! We’re supposed to have… You take one, and I take one.”
“JAINA I DON’T UNDERSTAND T_T”
Absolutely frustrated, the Archmage grabbed the two bracelets and interpreted, through an elaborate dance, as to how the bond of friendship bracelets worked. The orc clapped lazily once the show was done, but Jaina wasn’t so sure he’d gotten it.
“Thrall? You still don’t understand?”
“It’s not that, you see…” Thrall looked towards the moon. The savannah wind whipped through his long, black loose and braided tresses. His blue eyes glistened in the moonlight. “I’ve been up here for so long, Jaina. You kept me waiting. Remember the gift basket you gave me a few weeks ago?”
“The one from Smokywood Pastures? Of course.”
“Well, I bought the wheel of Alterac Swiss with me. I figured you and I could share it up here.”
“That is SO sweet, Thrall! You are so sweet---“
“—And,” he interrupted by raising his calloused green hand, fraught with grief. “I ate the wheel in it’s entirety. Never I had anything so creamy and so pungent in my life. No, never. It was far too irresistible.”
Thrall didn’t even have to finish his thoughts. Jaina knew exactly what had happened to the orc. The woman he knew so well suddenly returned, that sharp, clever, determined woman. She watched him with concern, her own long hair whipping in the wind, because that’s dramatic effect, people. High drama. “Thrall, say no more.” Her comparatively small hands went over his large ones, and she looked into his worried eyes. “I know what’s wrong. We can deal with this. We can deal with this together.”
“Jaina, how? I think this is something I must leave to time. As an orc, I must endure the pain of my own hardships with honor!”
“I understand, like, totally!” She said, never breaking eye contact. “But you don’t need to endure this alone. You don’t. Thrall, you have far more important things to worry about than constipation.”
She said it. The orc squirmed awkwardly at the idea of Jaina saying what was going on with his precious orcish bowels. But there it was on the proverbial table. “Earthmother… how do you plan on helping me with this?”
“Thrall, you must do something you’ve never done in front of me.” She had never been more serious in her life. She felt her felt her heart palpitating. Surely, he must be as nervous as I am. “You must expose your lower half and lay on your side.”
“…Excuse me?”
“Thrall, please!” Jaina plead, “We haven’t have a moment to spare. Soon, that cheese will turn into stone, and it WILL tear you into pieces on it’s way out! An entire wheel of Alterac Swiss has murdered humans after consumption beyond recognition. Warcheif, what do you think it’ll do to you on it’s way out?”
Without a second thought, Thrall unfastened his bottoms. His black plate fell to the ground with a clatter onto the dry, red soil. His loincloth followed, leaving the massive chieftain shaking from toe to pubic mound. It wasn’t so much out of cold, heavens no. He’d never been so exposed in front of Jaina.
The blonde stroked her chin, taking this opportunity to blatantly evaluate the size of his dick. She shook her head and decided that he’d tear her vag up. “Lay down on your side,” she gently ordered after nearly losing track of why she told him to take his pants off in the first place.
Warily, Thrall did as told. He was feeling awfully sick from all that cheese, but he did a good job in not showing discomfort. Once he was on his side in the red dirt, the blonde positioned herself right at his rear. Thrall tried to peek down at what she was doing. Whatever it was, she was deep in thought while she studied the firm, green asscheeks and tight, green pucker of anus. “Jaina? What are you doing?” Thrall propped his head up and tried to get a better view, but the human practically disappeared behind his hips.
“This may feel funny, “ the blonde emerged with a large orb of water conjured on her fingertip. Thrall tensed. For the most part, however, he trusted the woman. The shock of cool water as it squeezed into his tensed asshole forced a growl from the warcheif. “You big baby!” Jaina laughed. “Really, it doesn’t hurt.”
It really didn’t, at first, but it felt awkward and filling. Thrall grunted as his insides were filled with another orb, and another until he felt slightly bloated. He wanted to belch, but he wasn’t gassy. “Jaina, I must…”
“Not yet. Not yet. “ She consoled him as her hand hovered over his lower abdomen as if to guide the water inside and keep him from expelling. The orc winced and gurgled while quietly praying no one would see what was being done to him, and by whom.
Through the blurred vision caused by wincing, he saw Jaina conjuring a blatantly phallic ice-rod. She formed it so that it was dome-shaped at the top, and had a “plug” at the bottom where his sphincter could grasp. “No no!” Thrall saw her licking the tip to get it slick, don’t you dare--!” Thrall curled over in silence as the chilly rod plugged his body. He panted and wheezed. “J-ja…Jaina…!”
“It’s for your own good, Thrall!” said Jaina with a half-smirk. She waved her finger chidingly. “Don’t eat whole cheese wheels. “Now, on your back!”
“I-I… I do not believe that I can.” Thrall whimpered.
“I believe you can do anything! C’mon!” Jaina clapped her delicate hands together.
The warcheif swallowed his pride and forced himself on his back. His large but limp penis hung low between his spread legs. Jaina placed herself beside the orc, her back towards his face. “Now, when the plug melts, it’s going to come out.” She said while caressing the thick, veiny shaft. “It’ll be messy, but you’ll feel better!”
Thrall couldn’t believe what was happening. He’d dreamt of this, but not with the risk of him pooping everywhere. He loved where Jaina’s hands were going with this, but he hated having a numb ass and full colon.
Those small lips and tongue made kittenish licks along the orc’s large length. Thrall could feel the blood filling his shaft, despite what was going on in the back. Perhaps his mind drowned out the worst that was going on in his rectum.
I can feel a little dribbling out already.
Thrall felt sick, but having Jaina go to town on his big cock, her mouth totally unable to fit the spongy crown past her lips despite her determination, stole his focus as a flood of hot, brown-processed cheese came spurting from his ass and onto the Barren’s soil below. The leader could feel his cheeks and thighs covered with the hot, foul-smelling sickness. It seemed to burn as it rushed out of his chilled ass.
As Jaina lifted her head away, he could see a thin thread of saliva and precum connecting her lips to his cock. “You’re a mess.” She observed. “But, don’t you feel better?”
Thrall evaluated the situation. Physically, he did feel better. He also felt loose. He sat up with the mix of dirt and shit caked on his ass. He couldn’t bear to look at Jaina. He felt absolutely embarrassed. “Y-yes,” was all that he could answer.
“C’mon,” Jaina laughed softly as she stood to her feet. “I’ll help you get cleaned up!”
What a strange birthday.
More to come, worse to get…
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