Letting off a Little Steam...

Mmmm okay so this is some big sweaty boy smex with Trolls, a Tauren and an Orc, oh yah mon. Inspired by a troll I know in game who is constantly flirting with me I included his name 'Vik' short for 'Vik'kul' in here and a basic, general description. My mage Mojack who he is always toying with and a few random ones ;) Enjoy!

Written By Grifter T. Wolf
Warnings: 5 Males engaged in heavy duty sexings
Rated: NSFW (SO NSFW)


"De Draggin Wastes... mo' like Draggin Waste'o time." Mojack muttered to himself, wrapping his arms around his shoulders as a particularly harsh gust of arctic wind fluttered his thick robes. He hated robes even in the best of times, but the cold draft these so-called "winter" vestments were getting to the young Mage as he walked across the frigid landscape. His teetch chattered, and the troll kept on finding small slicks of icicles on his tusks that he continually broke off and dropped as he walked. Mojack was a pretty average size for a troll, tall, but somewhat more gaunt and skinny in appearance than his slightly beefier brethren. His wild orange hair fluttered in the wind as he made his way westward. "Fuggin Fros' Mage 'o not 'dis place be cold, mon." He continued as he stepped down onto the solid path that lead toward Agmar's Hammer. The distant sounds of iron clanging and rising smoke drew the young troll toward the small campground.

The compound was about one hundred yards in length, about half that in width. The central courtyard was inhabited by various males and females of blacksmithing and vendoring trades. Mostly Tauren and Orcs, who made their living selling goods to the weary travelers that happened upon the small spot in the middle of nowhere. A shiver up Mojack's spine caused the troll to sneeze suddenly, a chain jewel from his right tusk rocked back and forth with the wake and the sneeze turned the attention of a few people passing by. He simply smiled and nodded. "Oy whe' canna troll ge' some rest an' food?" He asked an Orc female whose eyes narrowed, she didn't seem to comprehend Mojack's request for a second, then pointed to a building on the west side of the compound.

"The inn's there." She said gruffly.

Mojack was somewhat taken aback by her angry look at him but smiled and bowed his head anyway. "T'ank ya." He answered as politely as he could. Moj wasn't one to take such brash behavior lightly on a normal occasion. But the trip had beaten him down, he was exhausted, cold and ill from the harsh environment and all he wanted right now was a hot meal and some rest.

As Mojack made his way across the camp, he gave a nod to a large Tauren who had been watching him since he had stepped into the Hammer. The Tauren smirked a bit at him, and nodded in return. The smell of fresh meat pulled the Mage to the small, somewhat rundown building the Orc had directed him to. A succulent roasting smell, which practically lifted him off his toes and straight to the inn keeper who simply stared at him as he approached. Mojack looked behind the large orc's frame and saw a hunk of meat roatating on a spitfire at the back of the building's smaller interior, a drip of drool almost unconsciously slipped from his lips. The troll sucked it in casually making it sound like a sigh of satisfaction.

"Ey 'dere mon. Wot be 'dat? Smells pretteh tasteh." He said, staring into the orc's rouge orbits which remained at a stern gaze.

"Bear flank." He answered abruptly. "Want some?"

"Oh 'dat soun' pretty good, mon. Mojack have a long, hard trip from Kalimdo'h."

The orc snorted and gave a nod. "Ten silver." He said as he turned to retrieve the flank. As the mage dove his hand into his pouch to retrieve his coins a large, furred arm passed his face. "I got it Bul'dark." The deep throated tauren spoke with a soft tone in his voice. His eyes were forcibly gentle, they hadn't attained the gritty glare that the orcs seemed to share here.

"Ya don' have ta..." Mojack started.

"I know." He answered.

The tauren was an older bull, his rugged brown fur had taken on a shade of gray from its older glory days. One of his horns was full with a gold ring around it while the other was cracked rather lightly down its length with a chip off the end. He wasn't wearing a nose ring like most Tauren tended to, but was well dressed in a pair of tribal neck pieces that dangled over his pectorals. His mail garb glinted subtly in the low light of the wintery afternoon. His beard was braided in two places on either side of his muzzle, the ropes falling down to his waistline and clasped off by a pair of golden rings similiar to the one on his horn. His nostril wasn't pierced like Mojack's was, instead he had two earrings in his left ear, small rings that seemed to weigh the bull's ear slightly downward. His arms and what Mojack could see of his torso had some spots of bare skin where the fur had been scarred away. A couple of the fine lines in his chest fur extended up, past his neck and over his lips.

The bull followed Mojack to one of the small tables where he proceeded to devour the meat. The taste of fresh, hot food invigorated the troll somewhat and he wasn't ashamed to consume it messily. The Tauren smirked and watched, his expression turned to worry when Mojack turned his head away and coughed.

"The name's Romak." He said softly. "Though most call me "Roam."

"Mojack." The troll responded between bites. "Mos' people call me a lotta names though."

The tauren grunted a laugh under his breath. "Well Mojack. If you want a place to relax and stay warm for a while, the Obsidian Dragonshrine nearby is a cave within a volcanic rock. Its plenty warm in there."

Mojack looked up, wiping the mess from his face. "Yah? 'dat soun's good. Lotta people go 'dere?"

Roam shrugged. "A few. Not a lot really care to journey out of the Hammer after setting up shop here. Really only three or four of us visit it regularly it's a nice place to... unwind." With the Tauren's sentence finishing, Mojack could feel a subtle but definite nudge against his leg from under the table. He assumed it was Roam's knee, but it could have been anything. "That is if you're up for it."

Mojack smirked a bit and placed the bone on the table, picking a few of the remaining bits of meat from it. "Yah, soun's nice." He answered.

The journey to the Dragonshrine was not a long one. Following the northern road from Agmar's Hammer, the Tauren and Troll turned Northeast at an intersection that bordered the mountainous region that spanned the western half of the Dragon Wastes. After about ten minutes, they turned up onto a broken gray stone road that led toward a cave in the rocks. Spattering screams from the volcanic mountaintop made the mage want to turn back, but Roam insisted that it was safe, at least for the time being, and the pair descended into the dark shrine.

Pools of lava cut themselves off from the main pathway via edges cut through years of burning and drain off of the rock. The heat was rather intense in here, and the Troll breathed in the smoky air gluttonously. Almost choking himself on the distinct hint of brimstone and sulfur. "You get used to the smell." Roam assured the mage as the pair made their way down a passageway deeper into the cave. "Its really a small price to pay for a bit of seclusion and relaxation."

"Ya, mon. Feels nice." Mojack said while admiring the intricate designs cut by nature in the rock, he heard another chuckle from the bull.

"You haven't felt "nice" just yet." He said with a tone that the troll grinned at. Mojack had a somewhat perverted nature, and he knew why he was being led to a secluded spot in the mountains. The mage had been on the road for weeks, and the idea of Tauren "meat" for dinner was inticing to him. He could feel a stirring in his robe, which he struggled to keep discreet. He hated robes at the best of times, but it was cases like this he wished he actually wore under clothes.

As the pair turned a corner, they came to a small alcove in the cave, a small rounded nook that had been chiseled into a set of benches. The sight of three others caught his eye, two trolls almost identical in appearance, both with shoulder-length dark blue hair and a somewhat lighter blue tone to their skin as Mojack's and a large Orc seated only six inches from the other two. His olive green skin reddened by the lava light that surrounded the room, the two trolls, who had been practically in each other's arms were both sporting rather vivid erections. The pair of them noticed the other Troll and the Tauren first, almost immediately putting a stop to their frivolous actions to meter Mojack's reactions.

"He's fine." Roam said, removing his cloak without looking at the pair. The orc looked up this time, his shining black hair falling over his shoulders, covering part of a tribal tattoo that reached from the side of his neck all the way down to his waist. He was covered, albeit barely, with a white cloth and he was glistening with sweat. His right eye was covered with a black patch a large scar alongside his face told him he had been mauled by something, likely a bear before. Mojack looked at Roam, who had pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a large scar over his heart,which was what spread slashes across his body like a spider web. He chuckled and clapped a large hand on the mage's shoulder. "Go make some friends I'll be right over." He whispered. The two trolls had resumed their previous activities, groping each other while carefully nuzzling, avoiding their elongated tusks from stabbing one another. Mojack's tusks, considerably shorter didn't seem to have much of an issue for that sort of thing. He cleared his throat and walked over to the group.

"Need help with the skirt?" The orc smirked at Mojack without looking up at him.

Mojack cleared his throat and sneered. "No, mon. Me robes're pretty loose." With that he raised his head back and pulled it through the collar of the thick robes. Pulling until his entire body was directly being caressed by the heat of the fire behind them. He sat down just across from the twins who looked at him, then looked at each other. Mojack relished in the look of devilishness on their faces as he leaned back, soaking the heat in his shoulders as he raised them along the lip of the rock overhanging the lava behind him.

Ten seconds, that was longer than the mage had expected when he felt something wrap around the base of his member, prompting him to open his eyes with a groan and a sigh. The troll seated on the lower ledge of the bench had reached his leg across, spreading his two fore-toes and placed them into the mage's lap. Mojack didn't move, except perhaps to lean into the somewhat prehensile clutch of the troll's foot. His shaft, which had somewhat abated in the relaxation of the moment was immediately back at full attention, a small trail of pre glistened to the tip and the white fluid dribbled down, streaking across the encroaching foot. The troll across the way moaned softly but didn't say a word.

"Those two don't really talk much." The orc explained, his attention now fully on the newcomer, a rather vivid rise now appearing in the cloth. "But it sounds like you're making an impression."

Mojack felt his orbs being rubbed by the other troll's heel and groaned in delight, his member wasn't thick, but its length extended it like a spire that cast a shadow upon his torso. "Oh... mon, 'dis is what I call a relaxin' trip..." He managed to say between grunts as the foot running along him continued to stimulate him with its clutching flexibility.

"I thought you might like it." The tauren's voice resounded as he approached, his own member thick in the bristly fur of his crotch was rather impressive in size as he stroked it before the mage's eye. The bull lowered himself to Mojack's face and smirked a bit before his own thick fingers joined in the foot's exploration of his lower regions. Roam bent his neck down, first licking at the seed leaking from the shaft, then bent over to wrap his lips around it.

Mojack moaned louder than he figured, bucking his hips and practically throwing himself backwards. It had been a long time since he had been on the receiving end of a blowjob and being one of his major quirks he became enamored with the reaction immediately.

"Oh... by 'de blade, mon." He managed to utter out as the bull milked him. His muzzle slowly pushing the other troll's foot to toy with his sack instead.

"F-f-u..." Mojack stuttered and opened his eyes to see that the orc had moved much closer, nipping the troll's neck rather firmly before grabbing him by the back of it. Mojack didn't have much of a say in the matter, he was turned on the bench by the Tauren and the Orc's forceful hand pushed the troll down onto his own orchood. The meat wasn't long, but it was stout and almost managed to choke the mage for a second before he finally adjusted.

The orc thrust back and forth, his thighs barely missing the troll's tusks as the musk and aroma of the green sack slid along them and slapped against his cheek. Soft pulses filled the mage's mouth with a bitter sweet liquid which the mage swallowed greedily.

After a time, the Tauren lifted his muzzle, sending waves of seed over Mojack's stomach as it fell and slapped against his belly, throbbing with the anticipation of release. Mojack moaned, but was unable to say anything, his mouth being occupied by the grunting, sweaty orc, whose hand pressed against the back of his head, forcing him still to swallow.

"Vik, Rahn. You two want to finish this?" The tauren smirked and looked at Mojack as though questioning the mage's urge to follow through. Promptly Roam pulled Mojack's legs upward, straddling them over his shoulders as the bull slid his dripping meat against the crevices between his legs. The feeling of the thick tauren's head against his tailbone didn't meet much objection. Mojack wanted it, he desperately wanted it. Pulling the bull with his ankles, Roam could definitely tell that the troll was ready for a ride.

At the same time, the Tauren pressed himself into the mage, the sensation of the head popping into his ass and the feeling of the troll named Vik's mouth clamping over his moistened shaft caused the mage to shake violently. It was almost immediate, the Tauren moaned loudly as he slowly thrusted himself in to the hilt, the hairy bull balls tapped lightly against the blue skin of the new troll and Mojack watched as the troll named Rahn hastily mounted his twin. Vik gave a cry of passion motioning his head as not to impale Mojack in this moment of passion. Vik began to stroke himself and the orc's moans turned into growls. The throbbing in Mojack's maw told him that the orc was closest.

It wasn't much of a contest, the orc and the tauren both roared out passionately and the Mage suddenly feeling both ends filling with their heat blasted off a powerful round of seed into the mouth of the troll over his shaft. The powerful pulses continued for what seemed like an eternity and as Mojack's waves settled off, Vik released it from his maw, standing up and forcing Rahn to press hard against his back, the two had become one as the mounting troll pushed hard and deep into his counterpart. Vik's fingers rolled around his shaft, and without warning he let out a sigh of relief, covering the mage in several jets of his fluids. Mojack moaned at the feeling, releasing the orc's spent shaft as he rolled over, letting himself get the full blast. Rahn finally grunted, pressing himself hard into Vik, giving more of a visual than a vocal release as he humped hard and shook, pressing his partner against him.

After the voices and roars settled down, Mojack sighed and sat up. The tauren's impression made his tailbone wince at the feeling of sitting upright again and Roam seated himself beside the Mage. The four of them watched in amusement as Mojack used his abilities to clear some of the solid, sticky residue from his torso and face. Mojack smiled. He was certainly feeling much better after this.

"So... you say 'dat no' many come down here?"

Roam shook his head softly. "Nope. We have all the time in the world."

Mojack sighed and laid back, letting the warmth of the lava again cover his body a small spark of motion from his member jolting back to life brought his attention to it. "Jus' lemme know when ye' ready fer roun' two."