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“We’re almost to the post, love, just a little further.” Ti’mir muttered to Gatri as they hobbled through the forest. The Eredar had his arm looped around one side of the Draenei’s shoulders as he helped carry him through the deep woods of Ashenvale. The blue man’s leg seemed to be tender to the touch, as he was resisting putting any pressure on it, leaning on the other man for support.
He was flanked on the other side by a much larger Wrathguard, Vazeelthun, who was holding up the other side doing what he could to help the Draenei along.
“This is so stupid. Aren’t you a paladin? Can’t you just call on the holy light stuff to heal you up?” Ba’ramon, the incubus minion to Timir, asked to the three men behind him.
“We’ve…I already tried that. Though I called upon the light, whatever demonic taint is too powerful. I cannot cleanse it alone.” Gatri said with a wince as his hoof touched down on the ground again.
“Can’t or won’t, big blue? I feel like we’re walking into a trap. The elves already don’t like me and then there’s these two!” Ba’ramon made a gesture at Ti’mir and Vazeelthun. The wrathguard looked up, his mouth moving into a slight frown, but not saying anything.
“Ba’ramon that is enough. We’re not discussing this again. Honestly, we could be there if you actually helped instead of just trouncing on ahead.”
Ba’ramon stuck out his lower lip in a fake pout. “Vazzy, Timir is being mean to me again! Make him stoooooop!”
Vaz’s frown grew as he looked between the three of them, his eyes soft as if he was unsure of who’s side to take. “Let’s just get Lord Gatri to the post.” He almost pleaded.
“Ugh will they even let us use their Moonwell thing? They sent you out to clear up the Satyr and now we’re all just going to show up, being demons, and we expect them to be ok with that?” Ba’ramon replied tromping ahead.
“Gatri has a lot of sway in this area for his work purifying the remaining threats. The elves will appreciate that and allow us free pass.” Ti’mir responded, confidently.
“Well if we spend the night locked in some weird stick built prison don’t expect me to sex us all out. I’m only seducing 2-3 guards max!”
Gatri rolled his eyes at the incubus’ attempt at a joke.
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It took some time with Gatri’s injury, but the group was finally able to make their way to the nearby camp. However, as Ba’ramon had predicted it would not be so easy to gain access to the Moonwell.
“Surely you must allow for someone who has done as much work for the Night Elves, as my love has, access to the healing waters.” Ti’mir pleaded with the imposing elf, standing between them and the Moonwell. His hair was stark white and his violet skin reflected in the glow of the waters they were hoping to seek access to.
“He was asked to come here to help deal with the lingering demonic infestation, but brought more of them with him.” the elf sneered gesturing to the Wrathguard and Incubus who had arrived with them. “Your kind have already caused enough corruption and destruction in these sacred forests. You are lucky I have not killed you where you stood.” he added, gesturing his glaive at the Eredar.
“I told you we should not have come here.” Ba’ramon muttered as Vazeelthun looked between the parties with concern in his eyes.
“Well what would we have done with you? You can’t be trusted on your own to wander the forest.” Ti’mir snapped, the annoyance evident in his voice.
“Hey! Don’t get mad at me. Get mad at tall dark and purple here for being in the way.”
The Night Elf glared at him, but said nothing, his glaive still pointed at Ti’mir.
“Everyone, please, this fighting does nothing to help. If the Night Elves will not allow us access, then we can accept that and find another solution.” Gatri tried to apply reason.
“Hang on. I have an idea!” Ba’ramon shouted approaching the Night Elf. He was tense as the demon approached. The incubus folded his hands together and looked him straight in the eye and in his sweetest voice let out an extended “Pllllleeeeaaaaaassssseeeee?”
The group simply stared at him. “That was your big plan?” Ti’mir said deadpanned.
“Well it was better than anything YOU came up with!” He retorted.
“Enough from all of you!”
The group turned their attention back to the elf who was standing there fuming.
“You” he pointed at Gatri “May use the Moonwell for healing, but the moment you can walk you are out. And I will be watching. The corrupted one here can help you in, but touch one drop of these precious waters and it will be the last thing you do.” He continued pointing at Ti’mir. “And these two need to just leave. I want them as far away from this post before I kill them where they stand.” He finished pointing to the two demons with them.
“You know you’re kinda mean.”
“Ba’ramon!” Ti’mir shouted at him.
The elf simply glared at the demons, waiting for them to take their leave.
“All right, all right! We’re going!” Ba’ramon said feigning resignation. “Come on Vazzy, let’s get outta here. We’ll be….I don’t know somewhere!” He said grabbing the Wrathguard by the wrist and leading him away.
After they were out of sight the elf finally turned back to the duo “All right. Let’s get this over with. I can’t believe how far these sacred waters have fallen.”
“You sent away half the group helping carry him, and now are not even going to help?” Ti’mir questioned.
“No. Don’t make me change my mind.”
Gatri sighed “It’s ok, Ti’mir. I can make it. Just be careful.”
With some struggle, the men were able to make their way to the edge of the Moonwell where Ti’mir began to help Gatri strip away his gear.
Pulling off his breastplate, Ti’mir tried to hide his obvious gaze looking at his lover’s chest. Though he typically wore nothing more than the black speedo of his caster brethren, Gatri wore the plate armor typical of a Paladin. Seeing his exposed pecs was a treat for the eyes, one he had missed for thousands of years. A small twitch ran through his cock seeing the blue skin on full display. His torso was unmarred, as the injury had only been to his leg. Resisting running a hand down Gatri’s abs as they came into view, he continued to help remove his greaves.
Aware, and annoyed that they had an audience of an Elf, Ti’mir turned to him and said “Do you mind?” With a jealous glare in his eyes.
“I’m making sure you follow the orders I gave, Eredar. Not a drop of water to be touched by you. Your inability to keep it in what you’re calling pants is not my problem.”
Ti’mir rolled his eyes, finishing removing Gatri’s gear. The large gash along the back of his leg where a demon’s Ax had sunk in looked like it was starting to fester with Fel energies. The Draenei was sitting in little more than a jockstrap as Ti’mir helped lift him over the walls of the Moonwell.
Taking care to not let Ti’mir touch the water, Gatri slowly settled into the shallow pool. As he leaned against the rocks, the water was hardly deep enough to reach up to his belly button. The well began to shimmer as the wound on his leg began to immediately close, the fel energies being purified by the holy waters.
Gatri let out a contented sigh as the pain began to subside in his leg. Ti’mir had turned to sit on the rocks near him, and the Draenei took this opportunity to rest his head against his thigh. The warmth of the Eredar warming his cheek, and the proximity to the red man’s speedo clad groin caused a stirring in his own.
Ti’mir smiled down at Gatri as he felt him lean against him. Gatri muttered something about being uncomfortable and began to shift. He lifted himself slightly as he began to work the jockstrap off. Getting it down around his wounded leg, and placing the damp garment to the side. The water was barely enough to cover his cock and Ti’mir found himself staring down at his lover, wishing he could join him in the water.
Gatri returned to leaning against Ti’mir, only this time snaking an arm across his waist and holding him awkwardly from the side. A small cough echoed from a distance away and Ti’mir turned to glare at the night elf, who glared in return, but said nothing.
Ti’mir closed his eyes, careful to not let his mind wander to his naked lover who was now slowly rubbing his thigh with his hand. He breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth to calm himself, listening to the noises of the forest around him.
He tried to ignore the elf he knew was staring at him, making sure to keep his tail tucked under his leg lest it slip and accidentally dip into the water. Gatri’s leg already looked like it was fully healed from the Moonwell, but he wanted to ensure he got as much time as he needed. He felt his cock twitch again slightly as Gatri drew closer and rubbed at the base of his tail. Gatri knew his tail was sensitive, and it drove him crazy any time he applied a tender touch. Drawing in a sharp breath he tried to think of anything else.
Thankfully his thoughts were cut off as what appeared to be a young night elf in ill-fitting armor came sprinting into the clearing. He gave a salute, that if one was looking deeper almost seemed insincere. Gatri paid him no mind but Ti’mir raised an eyebrow at this strange new addition.
“Sir! You must come quickly! Sentinel Moonbreeze has stated you are needed immediately!” He practically shouted.
“Who? There is no Sentinel Moonbreeze at this encampment.” The taller elf questioned.
“She just arrived and has stated you are needed immediately. She looked angry! I would not keep her waiting. Quickly!” The smaller elf reached forward grabbing him by the elbow, starting to lead him out.
“Fine! Let me go, I can guide myself. Remember what I told you, demon!” He spat at Ti’mir, who rolled his eyes in response. “Let’s go young one.”
Ti’mir was still looking at the elf intently, and as they turned to walk away, he could see a long whip-like tail extending from the back of his armor. Letting out a small “Ah” the smaller “elf” turned back and winked at him before following the taller man away.
“Well. Guess we get to have a little alone time after all.” Ti’mir said, while Gatri hummed contently beside him.
“How are you feeling?” He questioned, running his hands through Gatri’s hair.
“So much better. We could probably get going. I know this can’t be terribly thrilling for you, and you probably don’t want to spend any more time here than you have to.”
“My love, whatever it takes to ensure you are feeling well. But I think we have a little more time here before we’ll be disturbed again.”
Moving to sit behind where Gatri was leaning, he reached his arms around the Draenei’s neck and nuzzled in close to his right ear. “Maybe we can have a little fun before that guy gets back, hmm?” He whispered hungrily before starting to nibble tenderly on his ear.
Gatri smiled as he felt the warm breath against his ear. “Are you sure that is wise? We don’t know how long he’ll be gone. If he catches you, I’m sure it won’t be pretty.”
“Oh. I think we might have a lot more time than you realize.” Ti’mir cooed, slowly sliding his hands down Gatri’s chest. He started at the neckline and let his fingers slowly glide down the firm blue muscle of his pecs. He moved agonizingly slow, before long he was gripping one in each hand. He flicked his thumb over the nub of Gatri’s left nipple, earning a small gasp as the touch sent pleasurable shocks through his body.
Ti’mir smiled as he continued to kiss his way down Gatri’s neck. “I love to tease you, you know. You’re always so receptive.” He whispered. He gave the nipple a more prominent pinch, as his other hand began to slowly start to run down his stomach. As his hand ran over the firm cobblestones of Gatri’s abs, he paused to swirl a finger around his belly button before continuing down.
Ti’mir looked down and could see the effects of his sensual touch already in full swing. While the water was shallow but covering Gatri, his shaft had hardened and was sticking above the water’s surface. He was eager to grasp his lover’s manhood, but wanted to continue to make him feel good first.
Gatri could feel Ti’mir’s hand reach the coarse hair of his short treasure trail. He couldn’t help but let out a moan, as the combined efforts of Timir’s hands and mouth continued to assault him. One hand was still teasing the fat nub of his nipple, while his tongue licked behind his ear before his mouth returned to sucking on his neck. He had lifted himself so the other hand could be slowing working toward touching his cock. Gatri caught a whiff of sulfur, no doubt as Ti’mir’s speedo burned away in fel fire to leave him naked as well.
“Ti’mir. Please.”
“Hmm. Yes, my love? What is it you want?” Ti’mir taunted, his fingers making small circles along the base of Gatri’s cock.
“You know what I want.” He rasped out quickly.
“Do I? I don’t think you’ve been very clear. Maybe you want more of this?” He gave another small pinch to Gatri’s nipple, using the magic he learned from Ba’ramon to intensify the pleasurable shocks he was receiving from it.
“I…I want..Haaaa” Gatri cried out. “I want you to touch me, please.” He begged.
Ti’mir smiled at how quickly Gatri melted in his hands “Happily my love”
Sliding his hand up the shaft, he gave the engorging member long slow strokes. His hand rising above and below the water. Gatri’s head fell back as he submitted fully to the pleasure assaulting him from different fronts.
Ti’mir continued to stroke Gatri’s cock, smirking as the first pearl of precum emerged from the tip, dripping down and mixing with the water of the Moonwell. Small splashes could be heard as his hand picked up pace.
“Ah…ah…Ah!” Gatri cried out. “I’m gunna….Ti’mir….” He said with ragged breaths. He was close and wanted to cum. Begging his lover to help him finish, when suddenly the stroking stopped.
Gatri raised his head, slightly dazed and confused as to why he stopped. He could feel Ti’mir place a few more kisses along his shoulder and whisper into his ear “Don’t cum yet. I want more than this.” and Ti’mir was standing, leaning himself over the walls of the Moonwell.
Sitting in the water, Gatri looked up at the Eredar with half lidded eyes. They opened a little wider when Ti’mir suddenly swung a leg over Gatri so that he was standing over him, with the Draenei in between his legs. His red ass was on full display in front of Gatri’s face and he slowly squatted down in front of him until he was resting on his blue chest. Gatri instinctively reached up to grab a cheek in each hand, as Ti’mir arched his back and tail slightly at the touch. His balls were resting on the crevice between Gatri’s pecs, who could feel his cock twitch as he took in his lover’s backside.
“Always a pleasurable view of you, my love.” Gatri said.
“The pleasure is all mine to give.” Timir replied, leaning forward and licking the tip of Gatri’s cock as it stuck above the shimmering waters of the Moonwell.
He grinned with satisfaction as he heard Gatri moan behind him before opening his mouth and taking the rounded head into his mouth. He suckled slowly, swirling his tongue around the tip loving the “Ah ah ah” Gatri was letting out. He started working his way down the cock inch by inch, until his nose was touching the water below them.
Pulling back, a soft ‘pop’ sounding out as he pulled off the cock he turned back to the mesmerized Draenei “My love, shift your hips slightly. I wish to take all of you without drowning.”
Gatri obliged, shifting down and lifting his hips so that his cock was fully exposed from the water. His balls were still floating gently along the base, and Timir lowered himself back to suck on the cock some more.
Gatri looked at the sight before him. Timir’s red legs were tense and he supported himself to suck on the cock, and the tight pucker of his asshole was exposed as his thick tail arched up along his back.
Feeling Ti’mir sucking on the tip of his cock, Gatri’s brain was lost in a slight haze of lust. He could feel him pull back and go down a little further each time, slowly taking the blue member deeper down his throat inch by inch. Gatri loved what he could do with his mouth. Truly a talent he had picked up from his incubus companion.
Without thinking he grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread Ti’mir’s ass wide. Leaning forward his tongue probed at the entrance, before pushing in without warning. Ti’mir bucked slightly at the sudden intrusion, but quickly relaxed into the warm tongue lapping at his hole.
Gatri took his relaxation as permission to keep going, pulling back and bending down to lick at the backside of his balls. He delivered little licks and kisses up Ti’mir’s ass, stopping again to lap at his hole. He continued upward little the point where his tail connected above his ass. Finally placing his mouth and suckling at the base of his lover’s tail.
Ti’mir shivered as Gatri tenderly sucked at the base of the sensitive appendage. He was trying to concentrate on sucking the cock in his mouth, but his breath continued to hitch every time he felt the lips land somewhere new. After a moment, he pulled off the cock and cried out as he felt Gatri’s teeth tenderly nibble along the base, before returning to licking his hole.
“You always know the best ways to drive me crazy.” Ti’mir smirked wagging his tail and ass slightly.
Gatri just smiled as he continued to pleasure his mate, happy with the knowledge that he did indeed know how to drive him wild.
They continued this way for a few moments. Gatri, lavishing Ti’mir’s backside with his tongue, reaching around to deliver the occasional stroke to his cock. Ti’mir was working Gatri’s shaft, hoping to coax him into cumming.
Eventually, Gatri pulled back, resting his head on the stones making up the Moonwell’s wall. Ti’mir was still bobbing up and down on his cock, but Gatri let out a contented sigh as he kneaded the flesh of his ass. He stayed that way, giving sensual strokes, for a few moments before suddenly pushing Ti’mir forward.
The Eredar released Gatri’s cock from his mouth, sliding forward on his stomach. The water of the moonwell making it a smooth gliding motion, until he was on all fours. He was sitting with his head propped above the water on his elbows, while his ass was sticking high in the air. The vertex of where his tail met with the rest of his behind prominent as the tail arched over his back.
Gatri slowly stood up, keeping one hand on Ti’mir’s ass to keep him in place. The water cascaded down his abs, revealing more of his body as he stood.
Ti’mir was looking over his shoulders, grinning wickedly as Gatri leaned in behind him. He turned his head as he felt Gatri lean over him. An arm snaked around his waist, as he felt Gatri’s cock press against his entrance. The paladin hugged him close, pressing his tail between the two of them. Leaning in he whispered “Are you ready, my love?”
“Mmm Always for you.” Ti’mir purred in response.
Gatri stood back up, bringing Ti’mir’s tail with him, resting it along his chest. Taking his cock in one hand, the other stroking his lover’s tail, he tapped on the hole he had made love to so many times before.
Ti’mir turned back to face forward. He was lost in the sensations of Gatri rubbing his tail. The sensitive appendage twitching and going rigid every time his hands rubbed across it. Feeling the cock head begin to push at his hole, he sucked in a breath as the first inch slid inside of him.
“Doing all right?” Gatri asked, the love in his voice.
“Yes, love. Please….Please continue.” Ti’mir gasped out.
Gatri obliged, shoving a few inches forward, feeling Ti’mir’s walls tense around his cock. He pressed on, eventually hilting himself fully within his love.
Ti’mir grunted as he felt Gatri lean forward wrapping his arms around his waist. His tail was pressed in between them. Gatri whispered into his ear “Still ok?”
Ti’mir smiled as Gatri was always so considerate. “Better than ok.” He moved in a way that caused his ass to thrust a little against Gatri, who took this as his cue to perform his own gentle thrust.
Ti’mir let out a small moan as he felt the movement, Gatri’s cock sending pleasure through him. Gatri pulled back about half way out of his lover, before thrusting back in harder this time. The force sending Ti’mir scooting forward a bit. He continued with these smaller, slightly more forceful thrusts, easing his lover in. The water around their bodies begin to splash slightly as their pace began to increase.
Ti’mir bowed his head down, bracing himself as the thrusts gained more force behind them. Gatri’s cock felt like it was reaching deeper and deeper inside of him with every hit. What started as a faint smacking noise, gained volume as his hips bucked harder and harder against him.
Ti’mir was in heaven as Gatri’s cockhead pushed into him, hitting every sweet sensitive spot along the way. He closed his eyes, feeling Gatri’s hips smacking into his ass. He was trying to keep his breathing steady, hoping to last as long as possible, but that was quickly foiled as he felt Gatri’s hands return to his tail. It was pressed close to the draenei’s body, as the hands stroked their way up and down.
“Ah-Ha!” Ti’mir cried out, throwing his head back. His legs instinctively spread further apart beneath him, as he nearly lost his balance into the water below. It took everything he had to not succumb to the pleasure and collapse. He sucked in a breath, his elbows wobbling as he felt Gatri start to suck on the tip of his tail.
Gatri was sucking gently on the tip of his tail, grazing his teeth over the flesh as Ti’mir’s eyes rolled back. “Oh…Oh fuck. I,,,I can’t….gunna cum Gatri. Gunna cum.” He steadies his left hand, and with his right reached up to start pumping his cock quickly. It only took a few long tender strokes of his engorged red cock before his balls were emptying into the water below them.
Gatri released Ti’mir’s tail from his mouth with a small ‘pop’ and grabbed a hold of his ass again, taking a cheek in each hand. “I am close too, my love.” He almost yelled out, each thrust gaining strength. Ti’mir was distracted, milking the last drops of cum from his cock, as it swirled in the water below them. Mixing and churning together with the mystical pool as their rutting disturbed the surface.
With one final, strong thrust, Gatri’s cock erupted. His balls tensed with their heavy load filling his lover’s ass. Ti’mir moaned as he felt the hot sticky cum coat his insides. The small thrusts Gatri was still delivering as he rode his release caused it to spill out and dribble down the inside of his thigh, mixing with his own cum in the waters below.
After being spent, Gatri released his grip from Ti’mir’s ass, leaning forward to wrap his arms around him. “You were incredible, my love.” He whispered into his ear. Moving back to an upright position, he brought the Eredar with him.
He moved to sit with his back to the rocks of the moonwell. Taking Ti’mir by the hand, he coaxed him into laying atop him. Their naked bodies intertwined, like two puzzle pieces fitting together. Ti’mir relaxed into Gatri’s strong embrace, feeling his skin move against his. Ti’mir found the crook of Gatri’s neck and placed small kisses along his jawline.
Times like this, where the world felt like it had gone quiet, and it was just the two of them, Ti’mir could feel the lingering guilt for their time apart setting in. Each kiss felt like it had thousands of years of lost time to make up for. His pursuit of power led him to leave Gatri and join the Legion, and now that he had him back he was never going to let him go. Ti’mir sighed, laying his head on the chest of the man he loved. His Xaaré.
They stayed in each other's embrace for a while, but it was not enough. After all of their years apart, it would never feel like enough. Ti’mir’s eyes were closed as he listened to the calming heartbeat in Gatri’s chest. A content smile played on his lips as he hugged the man closer, their legs and tails intertwining in the water. There they sat in the afterglow of their love making, never wanting it to end.
Gatri eventually broke the silence “It might be best to move before that guard returns. He probably won’t be happy to find you in here with me.” He said softly, but made no move to loosen his embrace.
Ti’mir pressed his face harder into Gatri’s chest, also making no move to stop snuggling his mate. “You’re probably right.” He took his fingers and slowly walked them up the Draenei’s stomach, the muscles flinching from the ticklish movement. They were lost to the world, the only sound the occasional lapping of water from their movement.
Eventually, Ti’mir let out a sigh and pushed himself off of Gatri. “Ok. It is probably for the best that I move. We don’t need any other trouble for the day.” Ti’mir went to stand, taking it slow. The water fell and dripped from his naked body. Small streams ran between the mounds of his muscles. Gatri took him in, a small sparkle in his eye that Ti’mir noticed. Grinning, he moved to leave the moonwell. Instead of moving right over the rocks on the side, he walked up so that Gatri was passing underneath his legs. As he arched his leg to pass over his lover’s face Gatri reached up and nipped at the cock hanging in front of his face. They both let out a small laugh at the ridiculous but sexy maneuver.
Gatri settled back in, looking to his side he could see the fel fire already reforming the small amount of clothing Ti’mir wore. He reached out, placing a hand on his thigh, rubbing small circles along his leg. He closed his eyes again with a content smile.
“You know, I wonder what is taking that guard so long.” Ti’mir wondered aloud.
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Somewhere on the other side of the camp, if one listened closely, they could hear what sounded like cries of ecstasy emanating from within one of the homes.
Inside the home, the Night Elven guard had his pants tangled around his ankles, his shirt pulled up over his neck, exposing his powerful chest. He was gripping the hips of Ba’ramon, who was still wearing pieces of the ill-fitting armor he had on when he led him away from Gatri and Ti’mir. Loud smacks could be heard as he fucked the demon with reckless abandon.
“Ah…Ah….Fuuuckkk!!!” The night elf cried out, as his pent up load shot deep into the ass of the incubus in front of him. Ba’ramon let out a cry of ecstasy as his own cock sputtered and shot a string of cum across the table he was bent over.
“Mmmm See? Told you I was worth it.” Ba’ramon cooed, leaning back to kiss the elf.
“You’re still a foul demon and you disgust me with you deprav-”
He was cut off by another kiss and Ba’ramon saying “You’re so much cuter when you’re not talking.”
With a thrust of his hips, Ba’ramon sent the taller Elf stumbling backward. He collected his clothing and headed for the door, satisfied he had bought his masters enough time for their own moments of passion. Not bothering to get redressed he turned “I’ll look you up if I am ever in the area again.” He added with a wink.
“Don’t you dare!” he shouted.
Ba’ramon laughed, he loved it when they were angry and rough. Not willing to admit to what they loved so much. Opening the door, still looking at the guard attempting to tuck his erection back into his pants, he ran smack into Vazeelthun who was standing outside the door.
“Woah there Vazzy. Didn’t know you were there.”
Vazeelthun smiled, snaking an arm around Ba’ramon gently. “I was standing guard for you.” He said in a low rumble. Looking back, he could see the night elf pulling his shirt back down, and was struck with something akin to jealousy. He pulled Ba’ramon closer to him, perhaps a bit rougher than he intended, earning an “Ooph” from the smaller demon. He turned his attention back to him, as they began making their way back to where their masters were ready to move on with their journey.