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By The Horns: Chapter 7, Part 5
Nisha pushed herself up to a sitting position, closing her eyes for a moment as she ran a hand through her hair, sweeping a stray lock out of her face and generally tidying it up a little after tossing her head around wildly. When she opened them again she looked up at Rhuno, still kneeling near the foot of the bed, and she flashed him a bright, playful smile. “Well? Come on, big guy, where do you want me?”
Rhuno blinked. “Huh?” He grunted, brow furrowing with confusion for a moment before realization dawned on him and his eyes went wide. “Oh! Uh… Wherever is most comfortable for you?” He half-asked, uncertainly glancing around the bed.
Nisha’s smile became a smirk. “Come on, that’s just a cop out. Where do you REALLY want me? You gotta have some kinda favorite position, or at least one you want to try. You gotta be more assertive!” She insisted.
Rhuno looked thoughtful, chewing his lip for a moment, before speaking. “Well…”
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Nisha smirked up at Rhuno as she knelt between his legs, the tauren bull’s massive, muscular frame dwarfing the cheap armchair that came with the room. “So you’re the kind who likes girls to be on their knees, huh?”
“I- Not like-” Rhuno sputtered objections for a moment, then fell silent as Nisha’s smirk grew into a playful grin. The chair creaked dangerously beneath his weight as he leaned back in it, resting his broad shoulders against the cool surface of the sloped wall behind him. “I just- like to watch what you’re doing. To enjoy the view.” He muttered.
Nisha’s hands came up to his inner thighs, fingertips running through his fur, her glossy purple lips still curled into a sly smirk. “I bet you do.” She commented. “And the fact that it makes you feel powerful, like a conquering king being worshipfully serviced by your concubine, that’s just a side benefit, right?” She couldn’t see it, but she could tell by the way he shifted in his seat and couldn’t hold her gaze that he was blushing. She laughed softly, shaking her head. “Don’t worry, big guy. I won’t tell anyone you like feeling powerful for a little bit. And I don’t mind giving a little service to even the score…” She added with a purr, her roaming hands inching closer and closer to his underwear.
Nisha had to admit, for somebody so easily flustered, he was… bigger than she’d expected. The bulge in his underwear had seemed pretty big when he’d kicked off his pants, but up close, it was… well, BIG. His frostsilk boxer-briefs seemed barely able to contain him, his balls looked to be the size of grapefruit, and the long bulge straining against the material as it ran off to the side until it started to wrap around his hip was thicker than her forearm. She’d heard the stereotype about tauren being big, she’d expected him to be a little big just because of his size, but this was… BIG. She her hands slid over the silken fabric and the bulge within, her mind was working hard, trying to figure out if she could even fit something that size in her mouth. As her fingers hooked into the waistband of his briefs, she wondered if she might just have to resort to licking and stroking to get him off…
Her train of thought was abruptly derailed when she pulled his waistband down and unleashed the beast. As soon as the fabric pulled away, Rhuno’s cock sprang free of its prison, hanging in the air for a moment, like a coal-black python, it looked almost as long as her arm and thicker than her wrist, length covered in bulging, winding veins and crowned with a head the size of her fist… However, much like a snake, it couldn’t fly, and gravity brought it down again a moment later to land heavily on her upturned face. It was heavy, it felt like one of those smoked ravager salami they sold down in the bazaar, firm and surprisingly dense, and it was hot, surprisingly hot against her skin, it almost seemed to radiate a sort of tingling warmth that made her muscles relax. She didn’t like the smell of body odor, she usually asked her clients to shower before anything started, but as that hefty slab of red-hot tauren cock laid across her face, her nose was filled with his scent, his… musk. She wasn’t sure when, exactly, her jaw had dropped, she only realized her mouth was open when she felt it start to water as the smell of him reached her brain, the bull’s pheromones filling her mind with a soft haze.
“Oh… wow…” She muttered under her breath before she could stop herself, then paused, closing her eyes and shaking her head slightly to shake off the haze that was dulling her thoughts. One hand moved to grip the dark iron pillar near the middle and lift it off her face, while the other continued dragging his underwear down his legs, the action demanding an awkward shuffle or two before they came off entirely and were promptly tossed aside and forgotten about. With that out of the way, she turned her attention back to the monstrous, red-hot shaft that throbbed rhythmically in her grasp, sizing it up and weighing her options.
Nisha’s conclusion was simple: he was just too damn big. “Fuck… you might be a little too much for me to handle, big guy…” She muttered, somewhat reluctantly. She’d never had to back out because a client was too big before, she felt like she’d failed, somehow.
“Why not give it a try? I think you’ll be surprised…” Rhuno replied with a suggestive purr.
“Oh no, I’m not falling for any ‘just the tip’ bullshit.” Nisha declared, firmly.
Rhuno shook his head. “No bullshit, I swear. It’s enchanted. It’ll fit, and it won’t even hurt.” He explained.
Nisha blinked in surprise. “...That seems… convenient...”
“I’ve hilted it in a gnome before and she didn’t complain, you should have no trouble.” He assured.
Nisha narrowed her eyes, wary to trust a client’s word on such a thing, even this particular client’s. “...If this is a trick, I will curse the fuck out of your dick.” she warned. While Rhuno was left wondering if that threat was hyperbolic or literal, Nisha’s free hand came up to join its sister, gripping the granite-hard monolith of tauren cock near the head. They both began to move, slowly stroking down the pulsing shaft, then sliding back up again, all the while angling it down.
Nisha had to shuffle backwards on her knees to get out from under Rhuno’s length, the tendons at the root of his shaft pulling tight as she tugged it down until the fearsome weapon was levelled directly at her face, the fist-sized cockhead throbbing rhythmically mere inches away. Her eyes crossed slightly as she stared at the coal-black, orange-sized head, swollen with lust and gleaming like polished jet. It was impossible, she’d never fit it past her lips. Her eyes looked past the head to the shaft behind it, following the bulging veins that wound over its surface for what felt like miles. It was absolutely impossible, no one could take that whole thing. The incredible heat of it spread through her hands and up her forearms, and she could feel the warmth radiating off it on her face, it was gentle and pleasant, and it made her lips tingle. Who’d ever heard of an enchanted dick, there was no way he was telling the truth, this was definitely just some line he used to trick girls into trying. The smell filled her nose each time she took a breath, the musky, almost animal scent of a tauren bull making her mouth water, his pheromones never meant for draenei, but effective, nonetheless...
Nisha didn’t consciously choose to lean forward, but when she felt her painted lips press against that massive, red-hot knob, they puckered on reflex, turning the accidental touch into a sensual kiss. She hummed softly as she kissed the bull’s cockhead, savoring the sensation of tingling warmth that swiftly spread through her lips. She kissed the head a little more intensely, pressing her lips against it harder, and was rewarded when the tingling warmth intensified. He felt massive against her lips, she knew she wouldn’t be able to take it, but she should at least put on a show of effort to make it clear it wasn’t gonna work. Her hands began to pump up and down his length again, stroking his shaft as she deepened her kiss with his cockhead, her eyes closing and her lips parting, her tongue coming forward to flick and swirl over the smooth surface of his head. She hummed with satisfaction again as his salty, musky flavor bathed her taste buds, he tasted even better than he smelled, it made her tongue feel warm and tingly. She opened her mouth wider and wider, her lips parting further and further over the blunt, helmet-shaped head. It felt like it was taking too long, her lips felt tight, but never too tight, there was no familiar pinch in the corners of her mouth that told her to stop. Her tongue flattened against the bottom of her mouth as the blunt tip filled her mouth.She had to reach her limit soon, right?
Nisha felt something pop suddenly as she continued to slowly push forward, her jaw, it didn’t hurt, just felt very, very strange, but before she could even process that sensation, she felt her lips pop over a ridge. Her eyes snapped open. She couldn’t see the head anymore, just that fucking endless shaft stretching out before her. An intense, tingling warmth engulfed her lips, spreading all through her cheeks, her jaw, her tongue, even her throat... Her gaze flicked up, confused, and found Rhuno watching her, a satisfied smirk on his face. She slowly pulled her head back, feeling her lips stretch over that ridge again, feeling her jaw unpop, her lips tighten again, until they pulled away from the head entirely, the warm tingling sensation lingering on her lips as she looked at the cock before her. The entire orange-sized head glistened with saliva and was marked by smeared purple lipstick rings that got bigger and bigger, further and further down on it, until the very last, positioned just behind the flared ridge of the tauren’s massive cockhead.
“Fuck… you weren’t lying. I didn’t even realize I’d fit the whole thing.” Nisha muttered in awe, staring at the spit-polished crown before her.
Rhuno smirked, playfully. “The whole thing? Looks to me like you just got the head.”
Nisha’s gaze flicked up to his face and she smirked back. “You know what I meant.”
“I’m just saying, if you’re gonna ‘return the favor’ you’re gonna have to go a little further than that.” Rhuno replied with a chuckle.
“Don’t get cocky just ‘cause you’re a little big.” Nisha replied, her hands slowly starting to stroke his shaft again. “I’m a professional, and I’m very good at what I do.” She purred.
“Prove it.” Rhuno replied, his smirk splitting into a grin.
Nisha didn’t reply, she simply held Rhuno’s gaze as she slowly leaned forward, ducking beneath the coal-black pillar of cock, going down lower and lower, pursing her painted lips and planting a sensual kiss at the root of his cock, where the fat tube running along its underside met his churning balls. One soft hand abandoned its post on his length, sliding down to gently cup and roll one of the grapefruit-sized cum factories in its palm, feeling its weight, feeling the ocean of pent-up seed roiling within. She pulled her lips away from the red-hot pillar with a soft smack before letting her tongue snake out from between them and flatten against that bulging cum-channel. The tendrils at her collarbones reached up to join her tongue, gently caressing and coiling around the fat tauren cock before her. She began to move, sliding up his length and dragging her tongue along it in a long, slow, sensual lick, the slender tips of her violet tendrils dancing over the coal-black shaft, some tracing along the winding, bulging veins that criss-crossed its surface. As she reached the tip, she flicked her tongue over the sensitive spot just beneath the flared ridge, making Rhuno jolt in his seat at the sudden spike of sensation. Nisha‘s tongue circled her dark purple lips before retreating into her mouth, leaving them shiny and glossy as she smirked up at him.
“Get ready, big guy.” Nisha purred. “You’re not the only one who’s good with their tongue.” She added. Rhuno swallowed, his shaft throbbing in her grasp with anticipation.
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