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[REDACTED: HERE BE DRAGONS] (12:13:46 AM):      The dusky-haired beauty could not believe her good fortune. An entire day's work of travel through the sickenly warm jungles of Stranglethorn on foot was not something that a simple alchemist was used to. No no, every modest muscle in the woman's body was aching when she finally arrived at Booty Bay. Every inch of taut porcelain flesh was laden in a fine sheen of sweat, thanks to the grueling humidity of the place. It was all-too fortunate for her to take notice to the semi-hidden building on the way to the tavern of her choice. The crooked sign read 'Soothing Massage, - Ladies 50% off,' and a devilish smirk found itself across her face. It wasn't the sign that made her grin, but the muscle-laden sillhoutte of the man through the window. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that she should rush through the door.

 

Her smile only grew ten-fold upon coming face-to-face with the shirtless human standing by a table inside. Her pink tongue grazed tenatively over her lower lip as she soaked up his virile presence. It wasn't every day that she consorted with a human of all things, but the impressive palette of strong-armed musculature standing over her gave her second thoughts.

 

"My, my..." Her voice dripped in feminine intrigue, though still maintaining that spine-shivering ethereal tone that her kind possessed. Not an ounce of her physique was lost to undeath, and it would have been much more fair to say that it enhanced it. Plush curves of milky-white skin were held firmly by the thin fabric of her cloth garments. That very same fabric barely managed to retain the considerable bust that framed her delicate torso. Those blank, silver eyes paid no justice to eye-contact, instead opting to rake up and along the man's pectorals, to those strong, possessive hands, to the primal rise and fall of his barreled chest. Their dreamy journey ended at his groin, where an even more potent muscle lay hidden.

[REDACTED: HERE BE DRAGONS] (12:13:51 AM):      The ivory-skinned beauty raised her brow at his reasoning. "After the aching trip that I just took, I couldn't give a damn how you choose to handle the massage. Not a muscle in my body isn't screaming for relief right now, so I beg of you to not go light on me, human." Dainty hands slipped to her waistband to unwind it around the width of her waist. Not a sign of shame marred her face as her delicate digits moved to peel open the thin fabric of her robes, throwing them off and over her shoulders in a sensual manner to fall to the floor, leaving her in a too-taut black bra and hip-hugging panties.

 

"Would you like me on my stomach, then?" Her earlier grin returned, her eyes glinting.

[REDACTED] (12:23:00 AM):       An eyebrow raised in amusment with a low, rumbling laugh pouring up from the bull's thick neck. "Human, hm? Figure ain't no mortal woman with skin fit to be sculpted from marble" he crooned, stepping over with that long-legged gait. On closer inspection, the towering frame eclipsing six and a half feet felt all the more overwhelming and downright terrifying. "50% off for the saggy-tittied and homely faced women of this mortal world. Figure I'd need to up that to 75% for a sister to Elune." was his remark, casually mused over as a brawny, black hand fit to encompass the whole of [REDACTED]'s back set upon the small of her back, pulling the lass in step alongside him and hoisting her with a barely-tamed savage strength up and onto the table. With a deftness surprising for such a bulky, musclebound frame, the bald-headed buck lunged up, straddling atop the raven-haired vixen's shapely, pronounced buttocks. Those fist-thick, pound and a half plus heavy testicles swung and draped over her silky smooth ebony lingere, the bull's powerful grip reaching up and clasping fingertips across her clavicles with palms pressing into the supple meaty flesh surrounding the shoulder-blades.

 

The lewdness, the innuendo was far beyond his nakedness. The motions, the strength, the squeeze and slide of his hands truly matched the fitness of intercourse. All the more so when oils from vases set aside on the table were upturned and set to slide down in rich, viscous streams before being lathered up with his hands. Scented of sandalwood, cinnamon and vanilla, it was hard to tell if it was the liquid itself or the black hands behind them that caused her skin to so tingle, such a heat to develop as he worked inch by inch down her back.

[REDACTED: HERE BE DRAGONS] (12:36:37 AM):      She wouldn't admit it aloud, but she knew very well that he was correct. This was no mere weak-kneed human boy standing before her. If there was one thing that her race craved and respected, it was power, - And this black bull seemed to be the very personification of the word. She felt the electricity jolt through her body the moment that his wide hand placed itself against the dip in her back, boldy guiding her along a few steps before lifting the Forsaken vixen off of her feet as if she were weightless. She was only in his arms for a few moments, but she sucked in an apprehensive breath as he held her. Before she knew it she was draped over the comfortable massage table, her chin resting against a cottoin-white pillow as she stretched her lithe arms outward. Apparently the 'hands-on massage' sign was quite literal, as the bull of a man soon climbed up to swing himself over her body to effectively pin her down beneath him, though his trained form hardly weighed down upon her in his position. It was the point of no return, she knew, and the powerful beast was in the most ideal position to begin his work.

 

Within moments of those thick hands kneading into the smoothness of her milky flesh, her hums of relief began as her sore knotted muscles were pressed into with a possessive touch. His hands worked in smooth, rhythmic circles as he forged onward, painting every inch of her bared back in the intoxicating scents of body oils, the viscous liquids slipping down the delicate arch in her back. "So far, so very good..." She couldn't feel it, but the woman was well aware of the monstrous length of cock hovering ominously over the small of her back as he played her sore body like a piano, hitting all the right notes to elicit a soft moan from her lips. The raven-haired girl began rocking her own upper body against the table in tandem with his powerful strokes, her thinly-covered breastflesh pressing deeply into the table's surface. One by one, her aches and soreness were being weeded out, replaced with a numbing pleasure in its wake.

[REDACTED] (12:42:53 AM):       Certainly for the soft, sensual noises she made it seemed [CHOCOLATE THUNDER]'s touch was that of a musician. But for how firm, how guided by self-assured ambition those rough, large black hands were an artisan of fine clay was much more apt - the comment of porcelain skin proving itself true in more ways than one. The giant redwood of a muscle-bound body loomed in, leaning over to run his hands along the contours of her ribs - naturally so then moving his rolling palms from her taut flanks to up beneath and atop those heavenly mounds. With a dismissing grunt he tore the bra's strap upon her back, hoisting the girl up with a forearm round the front of her neck to smash the lingere off the table, easing her back - not onto that oiled, creaking heavy wood table but rather the grip of his meaty hands.

 

It was questionable what ilicited the most sensitivity to her pale skin - those hot, soaked hands working over her breasts or the red-hot branding of that black bullcock's underside and knobbed head absently grinding and thumping against the hollow of her mid-back. For the former, his hands worked in circles and shifted into up and down brushes, gliding back to beneath her armpits and then front again, swirling index and middle fingers around her aerola's and over those purplish nipples. Gliding back down along her flat stomache. On the reverse, those innate, instinctive thumps and pumps of his hips began to grind that obscene span along her back, issuing thick and copious splatters of sperm along the pale flesh.

[REDACTED: HERE BE DRAGONS] (12:52:34 AM):      This was by far the first massage that she had ever received, but there wasn't a doubt that it had gone differently than all of the others from the moment she sauntered through the doors. Lesser masseurs that she had requested services from in the past had asked her to remove her clothing as well, but the shrewd woman had always declined the offer, regardless of how better it might feel. It wasn't modesty that fueled her reasoning, but rather snobbishness and disrespect for whatever ill-looking fellow had offered it. But this man... or whatever primal animal spirit this beast was (with each and every commanding sweep along her back, she was beginning to find it difficult to tell what he was), this one was different. Such assertiveness was something she hadn't yet met before in a man, and it hardly seemed to have even started.

 

Her delicate lips formed an 'o' as those fingers danced along her ribcage before completely tearing her bra asunder in mere seconds with a few swift and powerful movements that forced a delightful gasp to spill forth from her mouth. In the blink of the eyes the mountaonus orbs of her chest spilled forth from their cloth prison with a visible jiggle, and the honey-soft titflesh rested right back down to be claimed by his open hands. "O-Oh my, you should honored to be allowed that I let you go so far..." Her Forsaken pride rang true in the rise and fall of her haughty voice, though her breathlessness was evident.

 

There was no soreness in her tender chest, but that mattered not to either of them as he worked her pale breasts, his powerful palms leaving no inch of her front un-attended to. The sensation most responsible for causing so many groans to fill the room, however, was the vein-ridden grinding of his rigid shaft against the valley of her ass-cheeks, spurting forth an entirely different kind of body-oil that the voluptuous girl would soon be feeling.

[REDACTED] (1:02:49 AM):        Ill-looking in those cases certainly was defined by a wanting physique of pale skin and modest (or generous) proportions. Certainly not in the sense of ill-looking as sketchy or otherwise dangerous. The latter positively dripped from the man, built and scarred like a well matured bull put out to stud - not that he hadn't been doing so since his loins first swelled, however.

 

A laugh rich with boastful contempt at the word honor, the response much more succicntly stated with the teasing, firm -SLAP- of a palm against her left breast's firm shape. But anything worth doing is worth over-doing, evidenced by his lean forward with lips a teasingly few inches from her ear. With how heavy, hot and loud that whisper growled into her conscience, it seemed like they were flush against her senses.

 

"Unlike what gilded halls you've come from, honor amounts to little among us beasts." He snarled, rising up and off the perch of her behind to stand beside [REDACTED], and with the ease of a wave casting aside flotsam, took hold of her hip and shifted her upon that slightly arched back. For the gaze that greeted her it would not be out of the question for [REDACTED] to think this bull had grown in height and girthy, muscular width. Certainly not to think anything less had happened with that shaft, angrily rigid and aroused as it was. A match to her forearm in girth and length, the slab of sculpted mahogany wood stood at rigid attention, noticably throbbing while his eyes wandered over her body.

 

Those hands, meanwhile, had gone right back to work without skipping a beat - easing along her wide hips and smooth navel, pulling the lingere off her long and luxurious legs while lifting the limbs up. The fabric cast aside so that the woman might too stand in a nakedness pure from civilizing touch of fabric, his firm and aggressive massaging went to work from below her waist. Ever closing in on those shaven labia perched between her thighs, but never quite touching the puffed, swollen and excited vessel.

[REDACTED: HERE BE DRAGONS] (1:16:40 AM):       Any hapless passerbyer that strolled by would have had a full view of the escalating session going on through the fogged window, and men and women alike would be sharing in jealousy as they caught the view of full-bosomed breasts arching backwards, as well as the enormous length of mouth-watering cock that was poised so brazenly against the lucky woman's ass. Many of them likely sulked off to the bars to drown their envy, and they were lucky to do so then considering how heated up the encounter soon became.

 

The raven-haired woman hummed pleasantly, a relaxed smirk dancing upon her lips after chiding him about honor, and a deliciously priceless expression swept the haughty features of her face as a firm palm came smacking against the firmness of her titflesh with a sweeping swat. Her heart skipped a beat (and if it wasn't beating to begin with, then it certainly started to thump along now) as the beast snarled into her ear, tossing aside her high and mighty opinion on the session. Such 'punishment' was not to end soon as those oil-slickened hands reached for the wide handles of her hips, turning her over completely to rest on her soothed back. Her eyelids flared open in apprehension as she finally got another look at the man, her widening stare traveling up his sweat-laden body. It was even more imposing than before, casting an even greater shadow upon her as his hands sank into the vestiges of her lower body with a perverse vigor.

 

An all-too ladylike gasp spilled from her mouth, bringing a rosey color to her cheeks instantly. This was, of course, responding to the sheer swiftness of her panties being cast down her leggy form, matching naked ebony with an equally-bared buffet of juicy curves. The coos and groans that left her mouth were more drawn-out now, more pronounced as his thick fingers squeezed at the thickness of her thighs, rubbing vigorously against the too-smooth flesh. The toe-curling treatment was enough to make a human woman lie back and faint, but [REDACTED] merely crooned in relaxed delight, her small nostrils flaring anxiously. "I can't imagine you do this for all of your patients..."

[REDACTED] (1:26:41 AM):        His hands continued their ceaseless serenade, working those ivory-skinned thighs as smooth as butter beneath his calloused digits. Boldly, yet with the casual hubris so characteristic of the bald black man, two fingers slipped into [REDACTED]'s cunt, digits curled to drag their deep plunge back out along the roof of her cunt, then patting the oiled tips of those fingers atop her clit.

 

"Can't imagine you let all your paramours so ravish and savor your smooth, silky skin. Thinking even whatever two pump chump you've got as a hubby is a touch you suffer under, rather than stir and shake." He responded in that smooth drawl, the scandaously smooth skin of her calves and lower thighs tantalizing beneath his rougher, hotter grip. There was surely a thrill of a thought to the Forsaken's mind - that with her nerves dulled as they were, this man's touch would be even more firm and elecrifying to a mortal woman.

 

And just how one could increase what was already an overwhelming, overpowering touch left much to be answered. An answer for another time, as the one constant of riding those wavelike sensations of arousal (the view of that mountain of a man) vanished. Or more aptly, blurred, all that +200 pounds of sinewy, muscular flesh leaping astride [REDACTED]. One could have taken the motion to resemble a rider swept up onto the saddle, but that would have naturally erred - this was no mounting involving a man of mortal touch and mortal caution.

 

It was doubtful a man would have the fitness to so effortlessly slide right into his target of that white-hot slit between [REDACTED]'s thighs. And there he did. A testament as much given the sheer -size- of that shaft as the smooth motion of such. All the more so when a powerful arm swung the leg furthest from him up and aloft over his shoulder, locking in with a deep, 5 inch plunge of a +11 inch horse-hung shaft.

 

He snarled, teeth gritted and lips curled back in that tense pleasure, hips bucking instantly into a sharp, quick pouncing beat. "Can't imagine many men taste this cunt, for how fucking -tight- your fine fucking ass is, girl." he growled, the whole muscularity of his body tensing and releasing as he worked at the forsaken's pussy.

[REDACTED: HERE BE DRAGONS] (1:42:12 AM):       There was a certain irony to it, that the well-traveled woman felt even hotter now than when she was trekking through the Vale's jungle, and her body glistened wetly with the very same layer of sweat and body oil. The smooth marble surface of her thighs quivered softly with the tingling motions of his fingers, her quaking flesh being one of the only signs of her intimidation. Of course, even a primal beast such as him could easily discern what was causing such an intense wave of anxiety; one would only have to trace an invisible line from her dimly-lit gaze to see that they were locked on the throbbing pole of cockmeat readied before her.

 

Her teeth sunk into the lower pillow of her lip, a droplet of saliva managing to crawl down from the corner of her mouth as her eyes ate up the palette of brawny muscle before her. She dared not to respond to his perverse inquiries of her personal life as his fingers began to work along the aching tightness of her pussy with a trained touch. The woman had more than one serious suitors back in her gloomy homeland, and an impressive customer-base that bought from her solely for the chance at gaining the gorgeous intellect's favor. If they could only see her now, lying back in the shadow of a man that they could never come close to matching up to in their wildest dreams. She would have to inform them of that when she arrived back to her shop later in the month.

 

His swift motion had thrown the dreamy Forsaken off-guard, and it wasn't long before those powerful hips had thrust forward with a terrifyingly accurate sweep, eliciting such a haunting croon from the girl that anyone outside would have fully heard it. The honey-soft mounds of her aching breasts bounced upward with the thrusting motion, and continued to do so as he began the animalistic rhythm of deepening plunges into the tightness of her pussy. "O-Oh...gods..." her teeth sank further into her lips as the tautness of her body rocked against the table, her subdued ankle locking over his shoulder with a heel.

[REDACTED] (1:52:16 AM):        "Gods" indeed, when she hadn't even the slightest notion of this man's name. Or cared. Or entertained the thought of such. Not when she was able to ride about such an unrelenting tide of virile, masculine strength. The pace was fearsome - three, four, even five thrusts in the span of a second, a salacious unpredictability in his motions. Whether he'd stay submerged down to his ballsack, letting her aching pussy squeeze and pulse around the fat black cock. Or if he'd grab her chin and cheeks, pulling her head up and meeting it halfway to voraciously make out with her, tongue over tongue and lips trickling down with nips and embraces to maul at her throat. The six foot seven black man's hands slid down to [REDACTED]'s rump, taking hold of either cheek in each muscular hand to pull her in and against his frame with an almost angry tempo to it. It was certainly a virtue she was forsaken, for any other woman of less dulled nerves would find the abrasion of all that cockmeat hammering away at her cervix to be rather painful. Not to mention the sudden shifts of his hips to better crash away at the roof of her cunt or the bottom. His upper body would shift, staying flush to her busty top while his legs arched to give his body a bent pyramidal shape - all that room available to slam back down and let gravity accent the pounding of her pussy.

 

A sudden shift put the two on their sides, [CHOCOLATE THUNDER] able to now dictate how close or how far [REDACTED]'s body would perch beneath his assaults - no longer having the limitation of the table beneath to hinder his tyrannical strength.

[REDACTED: HERE BE DRAGONS] (1:59:15 AM):       Lustrous eyes traced down the hard contours of his abdomen as they flexed forward. He had the body of a trained warrior, and each and every inch of it was glazed in sweat and poised to ravish the woman whose body that he had just tenderized. It was entirely possible that his sea-side operation was simply a ruse to do the same with all races of women, but the light-skinned intellect was far too busy groaning out with her neck stretched back to pay mind to that thought. The fact of the matter was that her intelligence did her very little good here in the heart of the wild. All that this virile barbarian seemed to see was a feast of soft, alabaster curves, a wide pair of hips fit for his hands to hold, and a creamy rack that thrust forward with every body-shaking thrust. The only intelligence needed was the knowledge of how to extract as much mutual pleasure as possible, and the dominating presence that this man possessed was doing just that. The woman's tamed purrs were a testament to that.

 

Pride was simply something that the Forsaken did not have the will-power to maintain now, and it seeemed that her voice would reach for higher and higher notes as it sang out in tandem with the intense *thwap* of flesh crashing down upon flesh. The way he handled her body so roughly, so unpredictably, he couldn't possibly be a mortal. One moment she was on her back and the next, his maw was securely sucking at her lower lip and tongue, playing [REDACTED]'s body like it was an instrument and a rag-doll at the same time. There was very little discomfort to be felt, and only delectable waves of pleasurable sensation coursed through her body and mind. The sudden change of position reminded the woman just how commanding he was in his conquest to ravage her, and the fact that those massive arms of his could now dictate how her body moved sent another spine-tingling chill down the arch of her back.

[REDACTED] (2:06:01 AM):        It was frightening, perhaps, and were it so there'd be no question that was much of the arousing appeal of it. The unpredictability, the untamed nature of it all. This savage, animalistic breeding utterly taboo in more ways than one could count. Across the boundaries of political allegiance (though what oath's this black bull of a man would make were dubious to begin with), of race, of background, build, and age - this well-seasoned 30 something buck proving the book smarts of the young woman to be wanting when it came to the primordial wilds.

 

Lucky her then those feminine wiles would prove so strategic in that barbarous world. It certainly seemed like that of the animal's domain for how -wild- it was, how nonchalant the mating took place with the curtained doorway left parted since the girl's arrival. Some had, no doubt, strolled on past and heard the slap of flesh upon flesh or the lurid moans, shrieks ,and whimpers therein. One arm rung tight to [REDACTED]'s stomache, holding her in place as the other was free to roam a bout - jiggling titflesh, smacking the side of her large, buxom ass to spur her along, pulling her hair as he snarled filthy, absolutely filthy comments. "Tell me what you are, you good little whore." He snarled, accenting the question with a sudden flurry of powerful thrusts, shoving her head back into place as that hand took to her hip and let him really jackhammer away. "Tell me what'chu need."

[REDACTED: HERE BE DRAGONS] (2:18:35 AM):       The younger woman sang out again and again, though the fatigue was evident in her voice and she could hardly keep up with the rapid thrusts that pummeled against her reddening ass-cheeks. The tightness of her cunt had conformed around him entirely by now, those slickened inner walls milking against that rock-hard pole with very little resistence. Oh yes, such a delicate bookworm was far out of her element, and the comforts of control and mental stimulation were simply not in the calls. Instead, she could merely bask in the utter heat that she was entrenched in, sucking in deep breaths with every earth-shattering rut of his hips.

 

It wasn't long before her taut ivory ass was rocking back against him in unison, the warmth of her bare shoulders pressing hotly against his pectorals as she did so. [REDACTED] let loose a hot cry as he sank into her, and a tamed whimper upon pulling out. her sleek raven locks were a complete mess now as they bounced along with them and briefly were wrangled into his grasp. She could hardly even focus her gaze on anything in front of her, those silver irises of hers slowly and surely rolling back into her sockets as the ravenous fucking somehow managed to pick up the pace. "A-Ah...! So much better... Fuck reading books..f-fuck alchemy, f-fuck lonesome studying, and fuck me...They just c-can't compar- oh gods!" She interrupted herself as he drove himself into her with such an animalistic force that it made the girl seethe out a hot, wordless breath. "I need this!"

[REDACTED] (2:26:08 AM):        Positioned as she was, the bull could reach down with one hand and torture that sopping wet clit while her pussy was spread, stretched and pounded into oblivion by so much of that fat mahogany cockmeat slamming away. The position of taking it from behind left the senses of touch, smell, taste to predominate when sight had nothing but her blurry-eyed gaze of the wall to tend to. For her answer she was well rewarded with a series of raw, lingering slaps to her shapely rump's side - staying submerged a few inches in while the stings and shake of her buttocks radiated. Then it was right back to it, pushing her down against the wooden table as that rough black buck went all out, hands grabbing hold of the edges of the wood while he worked at that pale pussy like a blacksmith - pun or not, the red-hot pace certainly matched the description. From loud, sharp twangs of his hips to her ass shifted into quicker, wetter slaps against it, building up that crescendo in a storm of unrelenting lust. Three thrusts a second. Four. Five. Perhaps even six here or there, rising to a climatic finish as pulling [REDACTED]'s head up by the hair he howled, the whole of his ebony-skinned body tensing before tearing into her with a newfound feral vigor. Fit to match a horse, the seminal emission spat with a copious volume into her womb, seed churning about as the slab of black cock sluiced in and out of her pussy. Far from stopping or even tapering off, the momentum was picking up as he orgasmed, pounding away at [REDACTED]'s ass and filling that pussy deep.