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Draenei and Troll (Me and Silvarusc)

desertpaladin

desertpaladin

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Grunting and groaning the draenei named Zarai began to move a bit as he felt the chill of the cold air around him hitting his flesh. His eyes opened and he looked down finding himself restrained and his posessions gone, he was not even given the decensy of wearing any underwear. The giant blue man groaned as he lay back trying to remember what happened as his head throbbed. Soon a glowing rune appeared floating just a few inches from his forehead and slowly his body fatigue began to fade away as well as the pain and then he remembered... he had been attacked from behind by something. his eyes opened as he looked around, and by seeing everything around him he had to guess it was a primitive race "Maybe the orcs? no..." he groaned as he began to struggle a bit against his restraints and he actually growled a bit... how pitiful was this? a draenei paladin ambushed and captured so easily... he swore he was going to make sure whoever did this recieved proper judgement.

Normally Zarai was much more impressive looking, his armor had floating and glowing crystals like many draenei armor parts and his sword, ah his two handed sword was one to behold. The center was a giant crystal from the exodar itself and the metal around it had been from the exodar as well. He was a massive creature like all draenei standing around 7 feet tall but he knew he was not the tallest or the biggest race out there. His muscular blue form began to struggle a bit against his restraints again, his muscles flexing and moving his arms to try and get free.

He sighed a little when he found it useless again and he lay there for now.. there was nothing he could do but for now he would pray and hope that his chance to escape would come very soon.
 
A grating screech or tortured iron being hauled across a rock face came from somewhere out of his line of sight, but made itself rather apparent rather quickly; a sizable blue figure was busying itself with dragging a great iron pot out of the mouth of a cave that had been mostly concealed by bracken and other foliage. It wrestled with the pot for a moment before successfully mounting it into a frame (about ten feet away) that left space underneath for stones and firewood. It seemed that said person or creature had not yet realized Zarai was awake.

It sashayed off into the cave with a spring to its step, its large navy cloak doing well to keep the draenei from figuring out just quite what it was other than from the flashes of blue skin--it was rather safe to assume that he'd been abducted by a troll. Aside from draenei and night elves, there wasn't really any other sort of creature that had that hue of skin, and neither of the other two would have been likely to tie him up naked on a great slab of stone. Whatever the fact, the troll did not leave him much time to wonder, as it came flouncing back out of the cave a moment later with a pair of buckets, and disappeared into the bushes...singing.

"Purple says you?
Nay, blue, says I!
Don't matter much now
Cuz 'e'll be red, yes red!
When 'de water gets high!"

The song went on for a few more disturbing verses that would have left poor Zarai with absolutely no confusion about just what was about to happen to him. But there was one thing he could now be certain of--the troll was female. He'd been captured by a single, female troll. Her voice, though gruff, was definitely high enough in tone to let him know that.

The singing grew louder again as the verse repeated, accompanied by the sloshing of water, and she appeared, crackling through the bushes, with two full buckets of water which went right into the cauldron. Her head popped up to check him as she straightened, causing her hood to fall back, revealing a rather shocking high ponytail of flamboyantly pink hair, and decidedly feminine features...for a troll, anyway. She didn't have a lot of snarly looking creases around her eyes and nose, meaning she was also quite young.

"So yor awake I sees," she chuckled darkly with a grin. Her tongue flicked out to dab lightly at the small, dainty tusks visible out the corners of her mouth "Now you just stay righ' there, an' I'll be done gettin' water wit a few more runs."

And she danced off into the trees again, her horrible song starting up once more.
 
When he figured out that she was female the first time she had gone out to get water he lay bacvk on the stone slab and he cursed himself out of stupidity for being caught by a single person, let alone a female and let alone someone of the horde. Hell he knew trolls had brains, even though other members of the alliance figured the horde members had very little. Trying to get out was not going to be an easy task.

he struggled a bit more at the bonds and he even began to try and concentrate his magic at the ropes in hopes to break them or something but the process was moving along to slowly. He grunted a bit more as he kept struggling his body showing slight strain and it was at that moment he wished he had followed his mother's path and not his fathers. He had never wished that before, he was glad he had followed in the path of the light to serve Valen. But in truth his powers were not the most versitile. Now his mother had been a shaman, a very powerful one and even though her son showed no interest in shaman training she still taught him some things about nature should he ever need the help. He began to look around now to try and see everything around him... and there on one of the shelves of the hut he actually saw the small stone statues that his mother had given him... apparently the troll had liked the look of them or something but now he had a plan... he just hoped he could call upon the power of his mother when the troll came back. He was focusing magic again, this time on the totems and he was using a magic he was not used to using... he closed his eyes and he focused as much as possable on them until the figures moved from the shelf and began to sprout out of the ground next to his body. He smiled as he felt his skin hardening as the earth one came forth, then a fireone came forth as it began to burn the ropes that held him and the water began to help keep his magic up as the wind was there to keep everything back as he began to get up, though his body was a bit groggy.

He was a shaman, a holy man in troll and orc and tauren standards and slightly in the views of his people. He sighed as he rubbed his wrists and ancles as he began to stand up right as the troll was entering the hut once again.
 
Ishtah could smell the burning scent of the hempen ropes she had used to tie him up far before she'd gotten back to the little cave and cooking set up she'd elaborately created, and it was enough to alert that something was going on, even if she didn't know what. She left one of the buckets in the bushes, and then stepped back out into the cave mouth, with a dark scowl on her face, and a tapping of her two-toed foot.

"Now ya see here," she lectured him almost like one would lecture a child, shaking a finger at him "That's not very nice. That's cheating, that is. An' if ya don't sit y'self right back down, well ah might jus' take that pretty sword o' yours an snap it in two. An' ah don't mean the one b'tween ya legs."

And with that, she leapt at him him in a blurring flurry of movement, definitively swinging the one full pail of water down on him like a flail. The result was an explosion of water in all directions, and she scrambled away through the now-muddy grass, laughing like a maniac with an almost banshee-like quality to her voice. If one thing was true about trolls, it was that they were loud and obnoxious.

And completely unpredictable.

And also now hiding behind the cauldron.
 
Zakar had managed to cover his body with his arms to stop the improvised flail as the totems went away, true he may be part shaman but he could not nuse the magic long. He saw her dash behind the cauldron and he knew he had nothing to defend himself with but his bare hands, and he was completely exposed. Blue muscles flexed as he was crouching down slightly, ready for battle as he began to move toward the cauldron.

Now she wasn't lying when she called him a sword down there, hell he was a two handed one at that, and despite his best efforts his sword began to get sharper and sharper, like he was rubbing a sharpening stone on it as he began to move around the cauldron to try and jump her, he was going to pin her down and then knock her out, you know return the favor she gave him. He then lept at her trying to pin her down.
 
The advantage to her smaller size was that she was very, very fast. And, she'd been peeking out around the edge of the cauldron, watching him all the while he prepared to jump on her. The leap came, and she darted away. Her cloak fell prey to his hands, however, and the clasp burst away, her movement to harsh to stop her. She stumbled slightly, coughing to get her breath back, and then dove into the bushes. From the short glimpse he may have caught of her, she was wearing precious little. Some skimpy hide vest and a similar little skirt; things that allowed her to move quickly.

The loss of the cloak also made something else, visible, though, and it became even more apparent when she popped back out of the bushes with an even darker scowl. A wicked, two foot long skinning knife set into a carved bone handle glinted in her fist.

"See 'ere, now?" She complained, waving the knife "Now ya makin' me get mean!"
 
"I'm making you get mean?" he said slightly laughing. he had no idea why he was... maybe there was nothing else he could do in this situation, but still he continued "who knocked me unconcous while my back was turned?" he asked as he held his own against her his hands glowing slightly with holy power as he would use what magic he had left to help in this knife vs fist fight.

Now he knew he was not professiant in hand to hand combat and he figured she had at least some skill with a knife. This would be interesting. He stood, walking around in a circle with her as he was waiting for her to strike. He would need to try to dodge her attack and then disarm her... a feat he knew would be hard. When she finally did lunge at him he moved out of the way though he still was hit on the side of his abdomen as he grabbed her arm with one hand and got her into a headlock with the other as he slamed her hand against the cave wall and he tried to hold her, to pin her down but she was struggling quite a bit and it was hard to hold her still.
 
"Well ah was gonna do it all quiet an' merciful," she grunted from her position under his arm "But 'den you had ta go an' wake up." Her knife had skittered away when he crushed her hand against the wall--she might be strong, but he was indeed stronger. That didn't mean she was above using some rather dirty tactics to win. Besides, she was hungry, and at the moment it looked like it was him or her.

And so she twisted painfully in his grip, turning so that she could sink her teeth, tusks and all, into the soft flesh of his side. One of her tusks scraped a rib, and a moment later she was free, and back halfway across the clearing. She was in a defensive crouch, and was wiping his blood away from her lips, and then proceeding to lick it off her fingers. Her sneer was a nasty, mean one, and she chuckled darkly.

"Mmm, maybe ah just eat you alive, 'den, if you taste so good wit'out cookin'."
 
Zakar grunted and groaned as he began to stumble back. She had taken a pretty good bite out of him and he was bleeding out right now as his hand glew as he held it on the spot he would try to keep himself from dying b y bloodloss. he only had one arm ready now and he knew this would be a tough fight. He looked at her and he was panting slightly. He could not lose to her... but he could not use magic, he had to use it to keep himself from dying... now it was just one fist vs two. "Then come on... face me" he said as he glared at her, trying to figure out a method of attack.
 
She chuckled darkly, rising, and hopping slightly from foot to foot in eagerness. Another lick and the blood that had been on her fingers was gone, but it had done its job--the taste of it had sent her into something between arousal and a frenzy, neither of which was particularly good, as both were still likely to end with him in a pot, slow cooking.

"Ah don't need ta face ya, sweetie," she taunted "Ya'll drop from blood loss soon enough. An' y'know what'll happen then? Ah'll tie ya back up, patch ya up, an' then inta the pot ya go!"

And at that point she'd worked herself up to the point of attacking him again anyway, and she took a fast, flying leap right for him. Using her shoulder as a bit of a battering ram, she put him down flat on his back, and straddled herself on his chest, using her knees to pin down his arms. It also became rather obvious that beneath her hide clothing, she was devoid of underthings. But would that surprise him? Trolls were savages, after all, as far as the alliance was concerned.

She dabbed her fingers against his side lightly, and again licked off the sticky red liquid, making a sound that was akin to purring with pleasure. She giggled, almost madly, and then stuck her face right down to his so they were nearly nose to nose, her orange-red eyes surveying his own for a reaction. A devilish and wicked idea had occurred to her.

"Now," she began in a raspy, excited whisper "Ah'm bored, so we gonna have ta do somet'ing ta pass de time. Are you ticklish, draenei?" And she fairly shuddered with excitement.
 
He gave out a groan of pain as he now felt himself on the ground. he had managed to heal himself up enough so that the bleeding had slowed down greatly as he looked up at her. He felt her sex and he felt her eyes staring at him as he glared up at her struggling but it was clear he was too weak thanks to all of her sneaky tricks. He watched as she got that crazed gleam in her eye and he knew he could do nothing at the moment. he decided in turn that he would remain silent and he would have to just lay there watching and hoping that he would get the chance to get her onto her back so that way he could beat her to death. He hated this woman with a passion, and he was going to see her die before she even got the chance to eat him.

However as he lay there he could not help but look over her body... she had a very fit sexy body... for a troll.. he had no idea how to respond but his sword did as he began to get harder and harder. He gritted his teeth as he just glared at her trying not to show her that her body was a slight turn on.
 
Gently, she began to trail her fingers down along his sides, avoiding the wound so that it wouldn't counter her intentions, and cruelly began to seek the most sensitive spots, trying to discern whether or not he was ticklish. She could tell he was angry, and angry excited her; it was fun. And fun was good. One couldn't have a good day without a great deal of fun.

At first, Ishtah failed to notice his apparently unwilling arousal, for she was perched high up on his finely muscled chest. However, when she didn't get much of a response from tickling his sides, she slid her hands back behind her to begin tickling at his inner thighs, and she noticed quite quickly. A fast peek, and her face broke into an even bigger grin, if possible.

"Ooooh, pretty draenei likes 'de rotten troll wench, does 'e?" She cackled evilly, grinded her hips against him slightly, and then began to loosen the ties on her hide vest, slowly working it looser, and looser. "Pretty draenei wants a show 'afore ah have ya for supper?" She giggled in a ludicrous example of femininity, and finished pulling loose the front of the garment, letting it part to show a pair of plump, round breasts, which she brushed her hands over, watching him carefully for a reaction. "Ya sword seems ta say ya want it."
 
He growled a bit as she began to get more and more sexual, his arousal growing as she teased him and when she exposed her chest his cock throbbed very visibly. He swore at himself for getting turned on and he glared at her 'Any sword worth half it's blade is hard" he said "besides... I doubt you would even be able to know how to use a sword that big" he said.

"What the hell am i doing?" he began to wonder knowing full well he was getting her more riled up. but then an idea crossed his head and he began to taunt her more "Come on, no troll knows how to handle a sword this big anyway i bet you would just hurt yourself" he said with the idea in his head that if he kept provoking her he could get his hands free and then, bam he could knock her out as return for what she had done to him. But still he had to heal his wound first, the pain was intense and it made it hard for him to concentrate.
 
She chuckled in a pleased, cat-like way as he reacted well to her taunting and teasing, and found herself quite pleased that she was able to rile him up so easily. Roughly, she gave her breasts another good squeeze for him, and then reached back to tease his cock with her fingertips while her knees kept his arms carefully pinned.

"Awh, be realistic, pretty Draenei," she purred "I seen Troll males 'dat big, and Tauren bigger!" Whether she had or not was open for debate, but beside the point. "And besides, you just pass out if I play with you. Then I get all worked up, no fun, and still gonna eat ya."

She continued to tease his cock, brushing her fingers along him, stroking him gently, and rubbing her thumb over the head.
 
He still grew bigger and bigger as he looked at her grinning and he said "Now I bet you don't know the draenei's gift though" he said with a small grin "But i guess if you don't give this draenei a chance I guess you won't know why all draenei women are never with members of other races" he said watching her, his eyes looking over her tits a lot as he was going to make this troll bitch his bitch at least once before he knocked her out and left.
 
He had, at least, garnered her curiosity, and she canted her head to the side, watching him for a moment, weighing her options. Then, rather abruptly, she was down and nearly nose to nose with him, her tits brushing against his chest softly. "What gift?" She asked with a falsely sweet voice--the best she could manage. She was interested, but she also wasn't in the mood to let him up. She neither trusted him, nor wanted to move from her comfy perch on his chest. What interested her more was his apparent interest in her breasts.

"Tell, tell, and I might let ya live longer!"
 
he let the symbol glow above his head, a small chance to heal himself 'You know what this means right? it is a gift that the Naaru gave us" he gave a small grin "but they gave us more than that" and suddenly another symbol began to glow this time though it was on his dick and he began to grow bigger and bigger in her hand. "And it can do quite a bit more" he said with a small grin "So, let's have some fun and I will show you what else i can do"
 
She was slightly surprised when she felt her handful of him began to grow, but it also excited her slightly as well. She licked her lips, the tip of her tongue flicking her tusks gently, and she eyed him with a new interest. Besides, she'd always been taught to play with her food quite well before she ate it, so this worked out quite nicely.

"An how I know you not gonna just whack me when ah let ya up? Huh?" She grasped his dick a little more firmly, and began to pump her hand up and down. "Tell me why ah should trust ya?"
 
"Then don't" he said looking at her "but you would be missing out..." he said with a slight grin "I mean you could always try to tie me back up or you could keep a blade near my neck. Whatever makes you happy" he said as he watched her, actually wanting to fuck her now rather than just use this for a trap. Her body was goin gto be a fun one to take dominance from.
 
"Hmmmm..." she hummed to herself slightly, thinking. Then another option occurred to her. "Ah've got an idea! Ah'll just knock ya back out, tie ya up, tease ya sword back up, then have mah fun."

She began to stroke her breasts lightly again, teasing her nipples to stiffness, and making tiny sounds of pleasure as she grinded her body against him. Let him think about that idea for a bit, and then she'd decide.
 
"Yes but if you just tie up my hands I could be put to better use... true you could ride me but if you keep me up I could stimulate other areas for you" he said. In truth if he was knocked back out he had no idea if he would wake up in time "and besides the naaru gifts" his dick was beginning to shrink now back to the size before he had begun to use his magic "only works when I say it does, and i can only do it if I am concous"
 
"Ah can still have mah fun. Besides, I'll just wait for you ta wake back up after ah tie ya back up." And she bared her teeth at him menacingly. "Ah think that'll be the best idea."

She pulled her hand in close, threatening to strike him hard in the side of the face with her elbow. She wasn't sure quite yet whether she wanted to...he was fun to argue with.

"Gimme a reason not ta put ya back ta sleep."
 
"Because I can show you how gifted my tongue can be' he said with a grin "you can keep your legs where they are, just turn around" he said looking up at her very calmly figuring that since she would want to have more pleasure for herself than him. "and hell while you do that you could sample me a bit, you know" he said giving a slight grin.
 
"Ya can still do that after ah've tied ya back up and when ya wake back up." She shook her head slightly with a grin. "Make me a better offer, pretty draenei."

The idea was appealing to her--she wasn't unfamiliar with the practice, and she certainly enjoyed it--but that didn't mean she was planning on falling for letting him at her vulnerable parts.
 
"Then I can use my hands too, think about it strong powerful hands playing with your womanhood" he said with a slight grin 'plus it will allow me to help you more overall, I will be able to grope your tits and make you feel the way a real woman should" he said looking up at her. In truth he was getting pissed off at her now. If she kept this up he was going to make sure to knock her out and then throw her in the stewpot before leaving.
 
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