Beckoning Night

	Kugo hated this forest. As a dark spear troll, he had to be careful as he crept around the large trees. Sure it was lush and beautiful, but it made him miss the more tropical climate he preferred. Rubbing one of his tusks, protruding out and bending in the middle, his long and pointed ears perked at the sound of a branch snapping. Quickly stepping behind another tree, he paused and breathed through his long nose. Perhaps his pale, ice blue skin would be brushed off as another night elf? or a ghost. Either would work for him. Already sweating, he ran his hand through his red mohawk, scratching his sideburn at the itch. Each of his two finger hands with a thumb grasped something, one his bag and the other a dagger handle. As the footsteps faded from the lone night elf leaving, he sighed out and wondered why he was even here.
	To scout. That was his job, after all. Kugo peered around the branches of the tree to find his quarry moving further away. The guy was not his objective, realistically he shouldn’t be here, but on his way back. It was a small settlement of night elves he had to assess and, while he felt there was no harm in leaving it, likely would have to burn to the ground. No, the troll was compelled to follow this particular elf. Even from far away, he had looked absolutely massive compared to the others. His larger stature was extremely imposing, completely dwarfing anyone nearby. Could be a problem, he reasoned, ergo his compulsion to follow. Dew from the leaves above him dripped onto his ears as he hid behind a tree. Heart racing, he leaned out to see what exactly the elf was doing and his jaw dropped.
	The elf, who carried a blade on his shoulder, had placed it nearby. The light of a moon well glowed about him as he stripped off the basic tunic he’d worn. Kugo, now closer, could see the mountain of muscle this night elf was. He dwarfed the scout in every aspect, even his purple mohawk was better than his own long standing strands. Despite the distance, he could tell the male was fuzzy. No part seemed uncovered from the purple hairs on his ashen skin. It was made even more apparent when the trousers and loincloth were discarded. Bent over, he saw the mounds of leg muscle as his eyes traveled up. They bugged as he practically drooled at the sight of two round, firm ass cheeks. They even seemed more haired than most of his body! Or maybe that was his fancy, as the troll bit his lip to keep quiet, his arousal pushing hard against his loincloth and leather armor. It was no good to desire the enemy, but loa preserve him, the night elf was oozing masculinity. It was enough to get any bi or gay male swooning. He wanted to howl at that pale moon.
	The male stepped into the well, sinking into it and, by the loa, it came right up to those glorious cheeks. He knew he should have left, but he wanted to get a closer look, to see the liquid lapping at the mounds of flesh. Creeping along, he went to a closer tree. A little more definition but not enough. Kugo went to another tree a little closer. Now he could see them well. It was luck he hadn’t been caught yet and he should have stayed and enjoyed the show. What they say about lust clouding judgement is entirely true, as the scout made an error when trying for yet a closer tree. As he moved around the wide base, his foot snapped a loose twig just under the surface. Fuck, how had he not seen that? He looked at it before hearing splashing and a whistling above.
	Eyes snapping up, his blood ran cold and his eyes widened. The sword the night elf had carried with him was coming right at him! He felt frozen and only years of reflex had him ducking back. A loud thunk precedented strands of red falling about the troll as he quivered. Loa, he had barely escaped death. Thundering footsteps, something he’d not heard in a forest by one man, brought his eyes from the shaking blade to the massive night elf running right at him. Only two things registered at that time. One, he was, with almost complete certainty, going to die. The other, well, the male was hung. It flopped with every step. He was unsure if he should feel shame or pride this would be his end, checking out a nude night elf who was charging him.
	A hand was around his throat before Kugo knew what was happening, then he was slammed into the very tree the blade was impaled in. He let out a gasp as the back on his body ached from the force, the tree itself wobbling ever so slightly. Then the scout could feel the night elf’s breath on his face as he drew in close, eyes alight with fire. Swallowing, heartbeat banging in his ears, he heard the male speak in his musical language, Darnassian. He didn’t know the language by heart yet, that would be someone more seasoned than him. Some words did stick out, the one’s for here and why. His response? A more broken version of the common tongue as he admitted, “Saw and follow.”
	The elven word for spy came out as the hand on his throat pressed down. Gasping now, he clawed at it before he croaked out the word sex. Kugo gulped down air as the hand withdrew from its tightening hold, the night elf having pulled back to study him. Oh, the troll was certain many traded sexual favors for freedom or leniency with the Alliance. He just hoped this male would be one of those that’d take his offer. Not that it put him out any, the scout wanted this mountainous man. Then the hand let him go and he slumped back against the tree as he coughed. Loud smacks echoed in his ears as, on either side of him, the male planted both his hands and arms on the tree. Kugo swallowed thickly, in a little fear and a lot of lust as he stared up at the night elf. The male leaned in close again, eyes lidded this time. Now the scout could pick up the fruity smell on his breath before those lips brushed against his.
	It was a soft and hesitant one before the night elf returned with a vengeance. It was not lover’s kiss, but one who was needy and the troll was more than eager to reciprocate. As their mouths moved together, admittedly in a limited space due to his tusks, Kugo’s hands came up to caress and rub the hairy corded chest. His fingers curled in the fine strands before moving on to play with the nipples. That earned a growl from the male before a leg was shoved roughly between the scout’s legs, firmly pressing his now returning arousal between the two. The troll gasped and the night elf shoved his tongue in. Unable to do anything, the scout suckled on the tongue, moaning as his eyes fluttered. Never had he desired the taste of fruit like he did now. Then the male pulled the troll’s tongue into his own mouth and sucked on it. Was he actually dead and this was some heavenly delight granted by a loa? It wouldn’t appear so as the night elf pulled back, breathing harder as saliva fell slack between the two.
	As the male pulled away, well, Kugo would admit he whined in frustration. He was hot and bothered for sure now! Then a finger came up and flicked a button on his vest. Oh. Oh fuck. The troll had never scrambled out of his outfit as fast as he did now. A word came from the watching night elf, name. The scout supplied his and asked the same.
	“Stalthune.”
	Interesting name, fancy like most elven one’s were. Now buck naked, Kugo wasn’t ashamed to admit he practically latched onto the night elf. He started with the arms, slowly sliding his fingers along it to feel every hair and cord in them. A shudder ran through the troll as he did so, admiring the true strength hidden within. What did this guy do to get so ripped? Warrior? Lumberjack? It didn’t really matter as he moved up, bringing his face close to lick up and inhale what he could. By the loa, he was earthy, musky and oh so sweet! Only able to equate Stalthune to a tauren, he was better than them in the smell as they had a stubborn dirtiness to their fur. Unfortunately for him, his tusks prevented many pleasant tasks like making his chest shine, but he adapted his hands for running over every square inch of pectoral and abdomen he could find.
	The scout dropped to his knees then, intent on rubbing along the tree trunk legs but was stopped as he stared at the log between them. Half mast and it was already huge. Easily one of the biggest dicks he’d seen and he’d had a few flings with tauren. The two were similar, he was realizing, the bull men and the bull of a man. Or elf in this case. His hand shook some as he reached out to the half hard cock, feeling in pulse in his grasp as he slowly slid his hand back and forth. The free hand moved to the large orbs, feeling the hair tickle his palm as he rolled them. Stalthune aroused easily, Kugo’s one hand not enough to fully encircle the shaft. Swallowing thickly, the troll eased his face forward, watching the length bob before he let his tongue drag across the head. Rewarded with a drop of pre appearing, he was all too willing to go back in for a taste of that.
	It was salty and musky. A flavor familiar and yet new from the woodsier taste of a night elf. Eager, Kugo wrapped his lips around the tip and let his tongue lavish it, suckling sporadically. He earned a groan and more pre for his efforts, a win for the troll. A large hand crumped his hair to rest on his head and pushed. It wasn’t so much a suggestion as a command as the scout’s mouth opened wider and wider to accommodate the monstrous girth. His jaw would ache for sure but he couldn’t care less right now. Dragged down the dick until his tusks pressed into the thighs, his eyes crossed to see he’d taken only about half. Oh loa, how he wanted to nestle his nose into that thick violet bush at the base! Not for the first time, he pondered shorting his tusks, though he was taken from his thoughts when a hand stroked his head before moving to rest on the tree.
	Without delay, Kugo slid back up the shaft, sucking on it the whole way. At the head, he pushed back in, slow enough he wouldn’t ram his tusks into the hulk of a male. He’d roll his tongue, groan and do anything in his power to please the night elf. With all the moans above, along with the occasional head rub, the troll was sure he did good. Even whining when he was pulled off his treat, the scout was curious what Stalthune was doing. Moving around behind the troll, the night elf pushed him down onto the ground, Kugo landing on his hands. Understanding flooding through his lust hazed mind, the scout moved forward some to accommodate the space need before he started to wiggle his rear end. His efforts were rewarded with two large hands pawing at his ass, squeezing and rubbing. The troll bit his lip, moving one of his arms over so he could grab his own aching arousal and tug on it a little. Going from his leaking tip to his thick red pubes, he was forced to let go and grab the ground again when something strange ran over the cleft of his ass. It caused him to gasp before it went again and again. It wasn’t until it was digging into his entrance that Kugo realized it was the night elf’s tongue. He couldn’t stop the moan that he emitted when the appendage wiggled into his innards.
	The scout’s eyes fluttered and rolled as Stalthune was by no means easy. Already his tongue was pumping into him, a finger digging in and making him shudder when it entered to. The beard tickled his cheeks but Kugo didn’t care. He just wanted more as he pushed back into the beastly male’s face. All too soon, the night elf pulled away, making him whimper in desire. Some silvery words came from Stalthune, lost to the troll at the moment but feeling a log slap between his cheeks jarred him some. Fuck, that was really going into him, wasn’t it? It slid up and down his ass, lodged firmly between the mounds of flesh. Biting hard on his lip, he shivered at the teasing before he felt rod shifting. Now, only the head traveled his cleft, catching on his hole and making the scout’s breath hitched each time. Finally, it stopped right on the mark and pressure began to build as it pushed inwards. Clenching his teeth and eyes shut, Kugo tried his best to relax.
	A wet slurp sounded before a rather loud “FUCK!” echoed in the forest. A hand covered his mouth immediately after that, making him breath heavily through his nose. His teeth ground hard as his body squeezed the massive cock filling his back side. It hurt a lot more than he thought it would. The night elf seemed bigger than even the tauren he’d laid with! Or maybe it’d been too long. Either way, it was rather painful for the troll, but thankfully it seemed hard on the other male too. A few moments of respite, clenching on the monstrous length before it was pushed further and further into his depths. The scout snarled into the hand, trying and failing to stay relaxed as more of the dick was shoved into him. He wasn’t sure how far they got before Stalthune lowered himself over Kugo and thrust, hard, to his hilt. Arching, the troll let out a silent scream as his vision danced, insides on fire from being split so wide. Loa preserve him, he’d need to see the healer after this! Though he felt it was worth it, feeling the night elf’s pubes tickle his ass just so. His eyes fluttered at every beat of the other male’s heart pulsed through the rod in his ass. He could feel every twitch!
	Ever so slowly, Stalthune began to pull out. The scout bit his lip, already feeling a large space being left behind until the night elf stopped. Then he pushed right back in to the hilt. The muffled moan was a combination of desire, pain, discomfort and pleasure. On one hand, he was glad the giant male was being gentle. On the other, well, he wanted his ass wrecked! This was the better option, of course, but damn if he didn’t say the want for destruction didn’t stick in his mind. Stalthune would not let his mind stay lost in thought as he kept going, in and out, his heavy breath in Kugo’s ear. Honeyed words came from the night elf, the troll recognizing “few” and “to take”. His already flushed face grew hotter as he understood a few moments later what was meant. If he was barely able to take a tauren sized dick, how many actually could go to the hilt? It was probably the first time in a long time the larger male got to use his entire shaft. Fuck, if Kugo didn’t feel somewhat proud of that accomplishment.
	Pre coated his insides, making the sliding easier and make the scout antsy for more. On another pull out, he slid off a little himself by moving forward before he pushed back against the re-entry. It seemed to get the message across as the night elf growled lowly and bit his ear. Kugo gasped from that before feeling his entire ass becoming nearly vacant, the head the only part remaining. Followed by the ramming into him. His eyes went wide at the shock to his system, jolted forward from the power. Yet before he could even process fully, the dick was removed again and shoved right back in. The troll’s eyes rolled back as he was used, feeling his balls draw up from the pained pleasure of it all. A hand grabbed at the length forgotten below, squeezing and stroking it a few times with the powerful thrusts and it was over. With a silent scream, the scout arched and convulsed, feeling the steel rod shoved in his ass as he spasmed. Thick ropes of seed splattered the grass and his chest, barely contained by the hand still rubbing back and forth. His front collapsed part way through, tongue lolling out as he struggled to breathe. A soft chuckling came from above him, his afterglow cut short by hands grabbing his body and pulling.
	A rush as Kugo was flipped upright, only to fall back onto the strong night elf’s chest. A gasp and groan issued forth as the new position hit differently in his ass as Stalthune started thrusting. It was little movement all things considered but it was enough for the troll to whine in over-stimulation. HIs hand came down to his abdomen, feeling the slight extension in his belly from the cock. It brought a moan from him, his other hand lowering to rub his flagging arousal while the other rubbed the one in him. Laying back, the scout let himself recover as the night elf continued to the slow grinding. Hands gripped his chest as the legs moved, arched and a powerful thrust broke through the simple rest. Kugo hissed lightly at Stalthune’s rough treatment, being tossed about on the shaft as large orbs slapped his own. A low growl came from him at the sting, looking back to see the other male’s eyes closed. Leaning ever so slightly, the troll brushed the grass for the strap to his bag, grinning when he grabbed a hold of it. Slowly pulling it, nearly losing it a few times as the large length pushed into him repeatedly, he finally managed to get the small hunting knife from his bag. With an audible slurp and with shaking legs, the scout removed himself from the night elf’s cock. Working fast, he turned and straddled the male, holding the blade at the other’s throat. Eyes burned into his own; hatred, fear, lust all warred there as the troll whispered ‘Mine’.
	Never looking away or moving the knife, Kugo rummaged in his bag until he found a small bit of rope. Pulling it out, he spoke ‘hands’ and the night elf complied. Using his teeth, he quickly went about tying Stalthune’s hands together before he let the blade go and rose to tie the ends to the sword stuck in the tree. Moving back to press the monstrous dick to his ass, the scout looked over the bound night elf’s heaving chest and raised arms bound. Loa, the sight was beautiful. Tossing the knife away, he leaned in and said ‘mine’ again before crashing his lips to the other’s. Any flag in his arousal was gone as he ground his cheeks against the shaft behind him, tongue dancing with Stalthune’s.
	Breaking apart, the troll didn’t see anger or fear in the male’s lidded eyes. Only hunger. And not wanting to disappoint, Kugo raised himself above the pulsing length, spread his ass and slowly took it into his insides once more. Fuck, he hadn’t registered the loss of meat in his rump during his brief foray but he certainly did when he was being speared apart again. A moan came from the night elf as the scout grunted. Once more at the hilt, a moment passed as they readjusted once more. Kugo’s hand came to stroke his arousal, feeling residual cum make him slick before he placed both hands on Stalthune’s chest. Getting his legs under him, he rose up to the head before he slammed back down with gravity’s help. The night elf’s head tilted back as the troll bit his tongue to keep from crying out. He started a rhythm rising and dropping, his body screaming from the fire coursing through his veins at every impact to his pleasure spot.
	Stalthune eventually got his legs under him again and started to push up into the dropping scout. Both openly panting, sweating profusely as they shared this passionate moment. Kugo moved a hand down to his dick, jerking on it in time to the thrusting into his rear as he continued to bounce himself. It was no easy feat, his legs feeling numb from the incredible force of nature the night elf was. His body was tensing as he struggled to breathe, the troll feeling rather similar. Already his balls drew up once more in preparation of unloading. It was Stalthune who went first, his legs powering up a final time before he roared savagely, akin to a wild animal or even rivaling a dragon! The scout would have cared more if not for the volcanic eruption in his ass, what felt like geyser’s battering him internally, exploding out the snug ring his entrance was around the shaft buried in him. It was too much, grabbing his own arousal in an iron grip as Kugo hit orgasm a second time, splattering ropes of cum onto the night elf. A groan came from the troll as he rubbed his stomach, eyes widening at the slight round form it had taken. Fuck, that was hot.
	The two stayed as they were, finishing their moment with labored air intake and shining bodies. The scout did not care about the mess as he lied against the other’s chest, grinning like a fool. A word of hands from the mountainous male reminded him of the rope. Reaching down lazily, his arms shook as he cut through the material. He was positive the night elf could have easily gotten free but Kugo did not care. All he cared about was the giant pillow he was on as he kissed the other softly and laid on him. Wiggling some, he found comfort in the large arms wrapped around him. Sure, there’d be hell to pay later but he was tired! Loa be damned, he was going to sleep and he passed out shortly after to Stalthune’s soft voice singing.