Thread: Behind Enemy Lines (Exodus x Azn Twink)

Drog admired what he could see from his small tear, already impressed with her breast size. The sound the Night Elf gave off when he had torn into her robe had surprised him, but not in a negative way. It turned him on. His breathing grew ragged and gruff as he lowered the hand from her shoulder to that very breast that was almost revealed, directly fondling it partially bare and partially through the robe. Should he play with her roughly enough, the rest should come off easily was his thinking. Seeing how she had recoiled and shrank away from him, he used his other hand to slide behind her and pull her up and against his cold armor, wishing that he could feel her warmth against his hard and muscular body. It was then that his breath could reach her face, and that wasn't all that she could smell or even taste, as he pulled her up even further, while still playing with her breast, and pushed his rough lips against hers. It was a sloppy kiss, but a very needy and lustful one, a sure clue that what was coming to her wasn't going to be gentle or nice. His hand that held her to him had lowered to her ass, groping her slender hips and soft ass cheek at the same time, finding that the robe was getting annoying because of it's interference. The tear at her shoulder had grown larger, however, as his fondling of her breast had grown much more rough, finally finding it's way to her complete and bare right breast, his rough fingers rolling against that magnificently soft mound. Such a fine body, little Night Elf, and your lips taste so pure. Tell me, do you put this body to use for the Alliance? He growled as he pulled away from her lips, not being able to imagine those puny Humans and Night Elves having sex with this fine specimen. It had been so long since he had sex, and he was eager to relieve himself of that all on this young Priest. As Drog's lust grew for the she-elf, so did his heat, and what was being blocked in between his thighs would soon be revealed as he allowed his hand on her breast to make the tear larger and larger till it tore right down to her waistline, making it fairly easy to reveal her upper half, but that wasn't the important half, at least, not at the time. He wanted to access her lower area, to violate her and show her the size of the pride of the Orcs. Drog was certain she'd be surprised. His gaze always had some sort of lewdness behind them now. How long has it been since you've fucked Night Elf? Drog asked, still speaking in Common, remembering how she had spoken Orcish in such an accent that it was almost not understandable, yet, at the same time, the fact that she knew even a small amount of Orcish turned him on. She could easily become a wife by cooking and allowing herself to be taken anywhere, as she didn't have to know much Orcish, unlike the female warriors. This she-elf didn't seem to have any real training, so it wouldn't be hard to strip away what training she's had and train her like she should have been with a body like hers. Tell me, and tell me who and what race he was. I want you to compare me to him, He finished, demanding her to tell him who her last partner was.