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Farseer Inquisition	By : Rathian_Heart Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3253 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ziwani’s purple and blue mohawk bounced and swayed in the breeze as the elevator into Thunder Bluff ascended. Though she had been named Farseer by the shaman leaders throughout Azeroth as a result of the Burning Legion’s return, she had heard rumors that there were others who possessed the title. She’d travelled across the sea from her home in Stranglethorn Vale, a personal choice despite her Darkspear tribe being based in Durotar, in hopes of disproving that rumor.

As the elevator shook to a stop, Ziwani stepped out and breathed in deeply, sampling the grassy scent of Mulgore before glancing around to get her bearings. The sun was high in the sky and the mesa was alive with the bustle of Tauren and other assorted members of the Horde. While some were shopkeeps, Ziwani's found her eyes following many of the Tauren laborers as they meandered through the crowds. Many of them carried large barrels or crates while some even carried what looked like whole tree trunks, and Ziwani felt the need to stifle a familiar feeling in her loins as she gazed at the bare, tense muscles in their arms and chests.

“I'm going to hope this isn't your first time in Thunder Bluff,” came a snobby voice. “But I may be mistaken the way your tongue is hanging from your mouth.”

“Can't blame me for looking, can you?” Ziwani grinned as she turned to face the voice, her accent thick with southern island influence.

Ziwani found herself having to look over the blood elf more than once. Her hair was liquid fire and her face scrunched into what many could only assume was permanent disinterest, but her clothing was what surprised her the most. Her pauldrons, gloves and boots all looked to be of standard design, although gold seemed to be a strange color choice. Her breastplate and greaves, however, looked like little less than a metal bikini. It was far different from the Ten Storms Ziwani wore.

“Neviane, and if you're going to stare, then you'll either need to pay with coin or cunt.”

“Right, right,” Neviane’s comment snapping Ziwani out of her trance. “No, it's not my first time here. It's been a while though, so if you wouldn't mind…”

“You need directions too?” Neviane groaned. “Fine, where to?”

“Spirit’s Rise?”

Neviane rolled her eyes and motioned for Ziwani to follow her. As Ziwani followed, she couldn't help her eyes wandering along Neviane’s backside. There were no straps for her metal top, leaving Ziwani to question how it stayed on at all. Her eyes slowly drifted down the blood elf’s back and took notice of the obviously modified bottoms. While Neviane may not have had much in the way of breasts, her butt had more bubble to it than Ziwani thought was common for blood elves, and her armored bottoms resembled much more of a thong than anything else.

Ziwani hadn't even realized they'd reached their destination until she almost walked right into Neviane. The blood elf turned, her blazing green eyes boring deep into Ziwani.

“Try to pay more attention,” she grumbled. “Consider this one a freebie, but next time I expect something in return.”

Ziwani didn't have a chance to argue what the blood elf meant before a booming voice called her forward.

“Come, Farseer! You're more than welcomed here.”

The air was thick with pleasant smelling smoke as Ziwani stepped forward. Before her sat three Tauren, each with a smoking pipe in hand and an incense burner between them.

“What brings you here?” Siln Skychaser asked calmly.

“There's a rumor floating about,” Ziwani began. “They say there's more than one Farseer.”

Siln and her two brothers glanced between each other.

“It’s possible, maybe,” she said. “Some of the Draenei referred to as Broken may still cling to that title in name alone, but certainly all shaman recognize you as their paragon.”

“Perhaps, though I would like to speak to the greatest shaman here in Thunder Bluff,” Ziwani said, attempting to convey a sense of urgency. “In private, if possible.”

“Of course Farseer, right away. We’ll have someone fetch him at once.”

“Perfect,” Ziwani couldn't help but lick one of her short tusks at the mention of the shaman’s gender. “Let him know to expect natural garb. I wish for as comfortable an inquiry as possible.”

The Skychasers glanced between each other with a look of mild confusion as Ziwani retreated further into the Rise to prepare for her visitor.

***

“Duskhorn to see you, Farseer,” Neviane grumbled as she waved the Tauren shaman into Ziwani’s private chamber. Ziwani held back a chuckle at the forced use of her title.

“I suppose you've been checking out that blood elf whore,” Ziwani crooned as Duskhorn stepped forward. “Or am I more your liking?

She shifted slowly on a large, plush cushion as she admired the shaman. He was easily eight feet tall and, having adhered to her instruction, his muscular body was on full display. He was barrel-chested with arms as thick as her waist and legs to match. Ziwani fought the urge to lick her tusks as she stared at the Tauren’s loose loincloth, and fantasized about what it might hold.

“I’m not sure I understand,” Duskhorn muttered as he tried not to stare at Ziwani.

“Come, sit,” Ziwani patted the cushion besides her. “I’m merely asking if you prefer my appearance to that blood elf’s.”

Duskhorn sat beside the Farseer, but attempted to withhold comment. Ziwani’s mohawk had lost some of its lift in her disrobing, but it was a small price to pay for what was on display for the Tauren. Her soft blue skin was smoother than what he would have expected of a deep jungle dweller, and her boobs hanged low and heavy. Duskhorn wagered they were at least a handful, even by a Tauren’s standards, and were likely on par with those of even the most matronly female Tauren. What took Duskhorn by surprise, however, were the thick pieces of curved bone Ziwani had put through her dark blue nipples. Though perhaps less than a quarter inch wide, Duskhorn could imagine the initial pain of such a piercing, and he felt himself fighting his baser urges the longer he stared at her resulting elongated and swollen nipples.

“I see you’re enjoying what your Earth Mother has given me,” Ziwani chuckled as she sat up and put her arms behind her head. Though she knew he wouldn’t admit it, Ziwani could see in Duskhorn’s eyes the delight he had watching her hefty boobs sway pendulously. “Perhaps you would like to see more?”

“The Skychasers!” Duskhorn stammered, forcing himself to break from Ziwani’s hypnosis. “They said...they said you had some questions for me.”

“Yes, I suppose I did,” Ziwani pursed her lips. She leaned forward and rest her hand on the inside of Duskhorn’s leg. “There have been rumors going around.”

“What kind of rumors?” Duskhorn asks nervously as he glanced down at Ziwani’s hand.

“There may be other farseers,” Ziwani crooned as her hand crept closer to Duskhorn’s loincloth. “Shaman using the title for their own purposes.”

“But why ask of me?” Duskhorn's grew more uncomfortable as Ziwani’s fingers slipped underneath his loincloth and felt around his bare sheath.

“You're the strongest shaman in Thunder Bluff, aren't you?” Ziwani purred as she teased his cock. “Surely you would have heard some whispers in the weeds.”

“None, Farseer,” Duskhorn fought the urge to moan as his cock slowly began to creep from its sheath. “I have no idea.”

“Perhaps I was mistaken to search Thunder Bluff then,” Ziwani pouted as she gently gripped Duskhorn’s cock. “Maybe the goblins would have more of what I was looking for…”

“I don’t believe they would,” he gasps softly.

“Oh?” Ziwani grinned as she slowly began to stroke him. “And why is that?”

“While it’s true they deal in many less than legitimate affairs, I would imagine they still have some respect for position...”

“You may be right,” Ziwani grinned as she released her hold on Duskhorn’s stiffening cock. “But I feel it’s my duty as Farseer to investigate regardless.”

Ziwani stood and did what she could to step over Duskhorn’s immense body. While it was a struggle in itself, she attempted to exaggerate where she could to give Duskhorn a continued look at what she had to offer. She could feel the Tauren’s eyes boring into her tits as they swung with her slightest movement, and was sure that he could smell the growing arousal from her dampening pussy.

“However, before I leave, are you sure there isn’t anything… oh, well, what is this?” Ziwani teased as she turned and saw the Tauren’s exposed cock standing proudly before her. She felt her body quiver gently as a small orgasm rushed through her. She couldn’t tell at first glance how long the shaft was, but she was certain that it had to be at least twice as thick as her arm.

“I’m sorry, Farseer,” Duskhorn stammered. “I mean no disrespect.”

“None taken, but I suppose this answers my earlier question” Ziwani purred as she turned her back him and straddled the Tauren shaman’s chest. “But now we can’t have you going outside like this now, can we?”

Duskhorn panted softly as he felt Ziwani’s hands grasp around his cock, her fingers barely touching each other. He dared not touch the Farseer unless instructed, a feat that took all of his concentrated will power given the troll’s thick ass in his face.

“Go on,” Ziwani purred as she stroked his cock, slowly coaxing more clear, slimy precum from the flared tip. “Take a look at your Farseer’s sloppy holes.”

Duskhorn seized his chance. His large, meaty hands roughly gripped Ziwani’s bulbous ass, and his fingers sank deeply into the flesh as he spread her cheeks wide. The Farseer’s loud, surprised moan only further encouraged him to manhandle her ass as he took in the sight before him. Ziwani had chosen the perfect word to describe her pussy as her inner thighs were now drenched in her juices and her meaty pussy lips glistened.

Her asshole, however, Duskhorn would have expected more from a horse than a troll. Duskhorn knew little about the intimate regions of furless races, but instead of what he would have imagined was smooth, though wrinkled skin, Duskhorn found a puffy, raised and possibly even bruised looking anus. If anything, Ziwani’s asshole resembled the doughnuts found in Dalaran more than anything else. As Duskhorn spread Ziwani’s ass wider, he saw her puffy asshole spread with it with incredible ease to the point he was certain he would be able to push one of his sausage like fingers inside her without resistance.

“You like it?” Ziwani purred as she continued to stroke Duskhorn’s cock. “Not too many trolls have a shitter like mine.”

“It’s certainly different,” Duskhorn mumbled, hoping not to offend the Farseer.

“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet,” Ziwani grinned as she climbed off of the Tauren.She turned once more and slowly squatted down on the thick, pulsating shaft. “Wait until this beast is inside me…”

“Wait, you can’t mean…” Duskhorn stammered as he caught onto what Ziwani was implying. “There’s no way that it’ll fit.”

“Oh, trust me, it will,” she laughed as she positioned the oozing cockhead against her puffy, bruised asshole. “I used to sit on my own totems to make coin for the Argent Tournament, and I turned out just fine.”

Duskhorn didn’t have a moment to comment. His eyes went wide and he groaned loudly as Ziwani dropped her full weight onto his cock. Though Ziwani wasn’t necessarily heavy by measure of a Tauren’s strength, Duskhorn felt the entire length of his cock swallowed by Ziwani’s asshole, and her stomach quickly distend from the sudden girthy intrusion. Though he wished to become accustomed to being inside Ziwani’s asshole as it slowly squeezed around his shaft, he gasped softly as he felt the Farseer begin to rise.

Once she’d gotten Duskhorn’s entire gargantuan length inside of her, Ziwani was better able to gauge his size. She was already pleased that he was almost four inches thick, a girth she’d long ago found would fit snugly inside her abused asshole, she was more excited for him being almost two feet in length. She purred softly as she felt the immense shaft of pulsating meat deep in her bowels, and moaned loudly as she rose from it.

“Just lay back, dear one, and let your Farseer do all the work,” she crooned as she dropped down on his cock again.

Duskhorn gasped and moaned, his pelvis quickly becoming used to Ziwani’s rough bouncing and her thick ass smacking against his thighs and balls. All he could do was fight back the urge to cum as Ziwani’s asshole gripped his cock relentlessly. His hands balled into fists and he focused on what he could, but between the administrations of Ziwani’s ass and her large, heavy tits bouncing and clapping together in front his face, Duskhorn knew he wouldn’t last long.

“I see you struggling,” Ziwani teased. “Don’t worry about holding back. Go ahead, fill my shitter with your thick cum.”

Duskhorn groaned, and with a mighty bellow he let loose. Ziwani’s eyes went wide and she moaned loudly as she felt the Tauren’s cockhead flare larger before hot cum began to flood her bowels. Her eyes slowly rolled back into her head and her tongue lolled out in pleasure, and drool quickly began to drip down onto her tits. All of her weight pressed down against Duskhorn’s pelvis as Ziwani struggled to keep his dick inside her, not wanting a single drop of the Tauren’s molten cum to escape her. It began as a continuous, torrential spraying and had eventually slowed to quick bursts, but after a solid minute, Ziwani’s belly had swollen to what looked like a heavy, near to term pregnancy. She groaned pleasurably as her belly gurgled and sloshed softly from the amount of cum that was inside her.

“The Skychasers were beginning to wonder what that sound was,” a cold voice came from the entrance of Ziwani’s chambers. “Suppose I should tell them it was your rutting?”

“If you desire, Neviane,” Ziwani taunted as Duskhorn attempted to hide his embarrassment the best he could. “Though I suppose I could make it worth your while if you didn’t, on top of another set of favors.”

“I’m not interested in you, or trolls for that matter,” Neviane scoffed. “But go on.”

“You smell of alchemy. Leave me some of your crystal vials, for which you’ll be reimbursed and then some, and if you could bring me another Tauren? Any will do, as long as he’s of similar build.”

“I don’t even want to know…” Neviane grumbled as she got as close to the pair as she dared and gently tossed the Farseer several vials. “I expect payment by sundown. I’m sure whatever you have in mind should be long done by then.” Before turning to leave, she glanced down at Duskhorn and scowled. “You, however, are going to have to find me a goblin girl. I don’t care how big or fake the ass and tits are.”

“She doesn’t like trolls, but she’ll go for a goblin? And a girl at that?” Ziwani mused as Neviane left the room.

“She has a different set of needs that sometimes require something extra,” Duskhorn mumbled as Ziwani gathered up several vials.

“Each their own, I suppose,” Ziwani moaned softly and she slowly lifted herself from Duskhorn’s sloppy, deflated cock. With a practiced hand, Ziwani held several vials against her stretched and gaping asshole and moaned softly as she felt the Tauren’s cum drain from her bowels into them. Once they were at the point of overflowing, she hastily replaced them with fresh ones.

Duskhorn could only watch in a mixture of revulsion, confusion and intrigue. Neviane had only given the Farseer twenty vials at most, and while they held their fair share of fluid, Ziwani’s stomach was still very swollen by the time she’d filled and corked all of them.

“I’d always wondered what troll mojo was and why no one outside Dalaran’s sewers and back alleys ever wanted to buy it,” a rough voice laughed.

“I assume Neviane sent you,” Ziwani mused as she slowly lapped at Duskhorn’s soft cockhead while her fingers danced around his softball sized balls.

“The paladin dressed like a whore? I didn’t bother for her name, she only said there was some troll slut looking for huge meat in here.”

“I suppose that’s one way to put it,” Ziwani rolled her eyes. “Now do you need me to explain where to put it?” She grinned as she shook her still gaping ass at him.

“That depends,” the tauren taunted as he gazed as Ziwani. She’d positioned herself with her ass in the air in order to keep the rest of Duskhorn’s cum from flooding out of her, though Bloodhoof didn’t know that was her reasoning for it. For him, it was simply a choice of her sopping pussy or her stretched asshole.

“The Farseer’s ass is more than ready for you, Bloodhoof,” Duskhorn moaned as his cock was slowly revitalized. “I’m sure I’ll join momentarily.”

“Two at once?” Bloodhoof asked incredulously as he pulled out his already stiffening cock. “Is she looking for a broken pelvis?”

“Please,” Ziwani scoffed. “I’ve sat on the cocks of Ulduar’s Watchers and my shitter’s been none the worse. Certainly both of your tremendous, glorious cocks can compete with that.”

“That would explain why you’re such a gaping, bruised mess then,” Bloodhoof smirked as he easily drove his length into Ziwani’s bowels. He shuddered and groaned as he felt his cock stir Duskhorn’s cum, a sensation that he truly couldn’t ever have prepared himself for. Despite that, he gripped her waist tightly and began to slam away at her stretched asshole.

Ziwani moaned as she felt Bloodhoof’s cock impale her, and she shuddered as she felt each of his thrusts churn the cum within her. Her hands tightly gripped and squeezed Duskhorn’s cock, and against her best intentions, she roughly stroked him. Moments later, however, Duskhorn’s cock had been restored to full hardness and she could faintly hear him through her bliss his asking Bloodhoof to pause his violent thrusting.

Before Ziwani had a chance to mewl her displeasure at Bloodhoof stopping, her eyes went wide and her tongue lolled out again as she felt Duskhorn slowly push his way into her ass alongside Bloodhoof. Although Bloodhoof was a few inches longer than Duskhorn, Ziwani could feel her asshole stretch painfully as it attempted to accommodate what was now an eight inch thick behemoth inside her.

“Fuck my shitter,” she begged. Drool hung in thick, gooey ropes from her tongue and the corners of her lips, and tears cascaded down her cheeks as her body slowly struggled to adapt. “I don’t care if you’re in unison, just fuck my Farseer shitter like it’s just another whore hole.”

The two Tauren glanced at each other and shrugged, not at all bothered by their cocks being in such close proximity or Ziwani’s request. Bloodhoof was easily able to pick up where he’d left off and relentlessly slammed against Ziwani’s thick, jiggling ass. Duskhorn, being beneath the two of them, was resigned to more shallow thrusts than Bloodhoof, though had a feeling he was accomplishing just as much as Bloodhoof was. The room quickly filled with loud moans and grunts, and was peppered with Ziwani’s lustful pleas for more anal abuse.

They continued their lustful rutting, each Tauren quickly realizing that the surprisingly intact snugness of Ziwani’s asshole wasn’t the only thing bringing their orgasms upon them. Their cocks were grinding against the other’s in a way that only further excited them. Bloodhoof was the first to lose it. Duskhorn groaned as he felt Bloodhoof’s cock throb and pulsate against his before feeling the familiar sensation of a continuous orgasm. Despite his orgasm, Bloodhoof continued to thrust in hard, shallow motions as he rode it out. In doing so, Duskhorn moaned as he orgasmed himself.

Ziwani’s eyes went wide and rolled back into her head as she cried out, causing tears and drool to fly everywhere. Her stomach groaned and gurgled as it was filled with liters of the Taurens’ cum. She moaned and panted, willing her stomach to be able to contain that much cum. After what felt like minutes, she felt Bloodhoof and Duskhorn’s cocks cease their barrage on her bowels and Bloodhoof slowly, noisily pull his cock from her asshole with a disgusting squelch. Duskhorn managed keep his cock impaled within Ziwani as he gently rolled her over onto her back. With a similar squelching sound, he pulled himself from the Farseer and both Tauren looked upon her in amazement and disgust.

Ziwani’s chest rose and fell as she panted heavily. Her stomach was easily the size of a beach ball, and it gurgled under the stress of its distension while the massive amount of cum within it sloshed about with each breath Ziwani took. Ziwani’s asshole had stretched wide enough that were she in a better position, any onlooker would easily be able to see deep into her bowels at the white, soupy mess within. The Tauren were each surprised that there wasn’t a drop of blood to be seen, although they wagered they would easily be able to fit their entire fist, and perhaps much of their forearm, inside her for the next few days.

“I suppose we should clean her up?” Duskhorn offered.

“More trouble than it’s worth,” Bloodhoof grumbled as he shook his head. “Besides, if we leave her, I doubt she’ll have a problem with whoever comes around next having a go at her.”

Both of them glanced down at Ziwani as they heard her giggle weakly.

“Maybe one of those cheap goblin girls that blood elf whore was interested in,” she panted softly. “They seem like the kind who wouldn’t mind a good, generous helping of troll mojo.”

Bloodhoof and Duskhorn looked at each other. Both of them could see in the other’s eyes their attempt to not picture a goblin, or anyone regardless if they were from the Horde or Alliance, crawling about in a puddle of milky Tauren cum with their face buried in the Farseer’s gaping asshole. They each brushed off her comment and did their best to leave in the least awkward fashion they could manage.

Left alone in her chambers, Ziwani simply grinned as she attempted to catch her breath. “That whore may have to wait for her gold...but I’ll absolutely have to make this a habit…”
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