Thread: Grab Life by the Horns [Massfanatic/Squish]

RE Grab Life by the Horns PearlheartSquish As he glanced back over his shoulder at her, his breath caught for a moment and the python between his thighs gave a more energetic lurch, though the motion could easily be rationalized by the current. He hadn't noticed that the elf girl- no, Mal- was stripping too. And while she'd seen him naked, he certainly hadn't seen her like this before. But as she waded into the water, naked to the waist, he found his sea-blue eyes subtly trying to take in her figure. Her long legs, her wide, sexy hips, that flat, toned stomach... and those tits! They were no match for her sister's, but they were nothing to scoff at either. they were full, but firm and perky, and he found himself wondering how they would feel. His eyes zoomed in on her nipples. Was it his imagination, or were they hard? He could probably blame that on the water, but he could see the look in her eyes as she closed in on him. As she came right up to him, he looked at her, his eyes on hers for a long moment before he realized he had to turn around. With his back to her, he could think straight again. What was he thinking? Sure, she was looking a little closely at him, but that was probably just... curiosity, right? Besides, she was too young for him. He couldn't take advantage of these elves' hospitality. Besides that, if he tried something with her, that woman, Cat, would probably just kill him on the spot. But as she began to wash his back, he couldn't help but think that her small hands were so soft on his back. It felt very nice. He found himself subconsciously tensing his muscles beneath her touch, firming them up, letting her feel the strength that they contained. His heartbeat was slow, much slower than her own, but it beat hard, his arteries pulsing notably with each beat. As she began to speak, he smirked. Subtle she was not. But he would play along with her questions. I've had a few friends . To be honest, though, they've all been tauren. He replied, his deep voice vibrating his back against her fingers. This close to him, it would almost be like the vibrations of his voice rolled through her body, stimulating her in new ways. Some from before I left Thunder Bluff, others since I began to wander. They say I'm the best friend a girl could ask for. He continued, now actively teasing her with his words. I can't say I've ever had a night elf friend before. It might be fun to make friends with a cute night elf girl... He fell off there, because that was when she pressed herself against his back. He felt her soft skin and her even softer breasts press into the broad plane of his back as she began to wash his shoulders. The thick tube between his thighs gave another lurch at the sensation. As she worked her way down his arm, again, he found himself hardening his muscles under her fingertips as he watched her work, her eyes wandering over the rest of his body. When, eventually, she finished, he found himself wishing he could have asked her to help him wash some... other parts of his anatomy. But with a sigh, he went to work, using the arm she'd just washed to scrub the rest of his body, working the dried blood and a week of accumulated sweat and grime out of his fur. It didn't take long for him to be more or less cleaned up. But the cleaning couldn't get the images of little Mal out of his head. He glanced around momentarily, to make sure he was alone, before pulling himself from the water and stepping onto the shore. Once there, he found himself a nice spot, with a wall of bushes that would lend him a bit of privacy if Mal would return too soon. Leaning his back against a sturdy tree, he closed his eyes and reached down with both hands. One grasped his semi-flaccid member in a firm grip, while the other reached below, cupping one massive, melon-sized nut and rolling it in his palm. He slowly began to move his fist up and down the length of his thick meat as memories of some of his previous mates danced through his head. But as his massive member reached it's full hardness, the images changed. Suddenly, he was no longer imaging tauren girls, but night elves, the very girls taking care of him, in fact. A twinge of guilt arose in his mind, but was quickly drowned out beneath a new wave of erotic sensations. He could image the feel of soft, lavender skin, the tightness of their small bodies, the look of their faces, their lips stretched wide around his fat bullcock.