A Thousand Gold

Godo, a lonely Tauren farmer, hires Merdreaux, a Nightborne escort, for companionship while his wife is away.

Contains: Godo (Tauren M), Merdreaux (Nightborne F), Interracial, Size Difference, Cheating/Infidelity, Prostitution, Oral Sex, Large Breasts, Light Domination, Light Edging, Maid Costume, Teasing, Handjob, Titjob/Paizuri, Massive Cock (30+ inches), Excessive Semen

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The morning sun cast long shadows across Godo's pig pen as he hauled another bucket of feed through the rust-colored dirt of the Barrens. Moving with grace that belied his massive frame, the Tauren moved between the excited swine, scattering breakfast before them.

Pink and plump, his pigs devoured their meal as he stared longingly at the harsh landscape before him, admiring the golden hues of the savanna's dry grasses, wishing he could simply run off as he'd done in his youth. Gone were those days, of battle and glory, of fighting for the Horde. He enjoyed the quiet life on his ranch. It was a simple, quiet life, and one he loved immensely.

"Come, now. Don't eat so fast," he said with a low, rumbling chuckle, realizing then that he hadn't had much else in the way of conversation for a long while.

His wife, a mercenary by trade, had gone out on the latest mission the Horde had offered her, leaving Godo alone to tend to their small ranch. She'd been gone for well over three months now, and had sent him no letters to inform him of her mission's progress. He knew she was doing important work, but the male felt quite abandoned in the sprawling emptiness of the Barrens, and

incredibly

pent up.

Despite handling matters himself multiple times a day, Godo still craved the touch of a woman.

Once he was done checking the swine for illness or injury, he moved back to his wooden cabin. Inside, he settled his incredible bulk into his favorite chair, the wooden frame creaking in protest. The house felt too quiet, too still. Even the usual sounds of the Barrens seemed to emphasize his wife's absence.

His fingers reached for the most recent copy of

The Ratchet Report

, a small window into the outside world. As he flipped through the newspaper's pages, more out of habit than interest, an advertisement caught his eye. The script, elegant by the standards of the Horde, seemed out of place among the usual notices.

Bringing Suramar's Sophistication to Your Doorstep

he read,

Merdreaux Starbreeze's Premium Housekeeping Services.

The image printed upon the paper was of a nightborne woman, her voluminous hair outdone only by her cleavage, which spilled out scandalously from her top. The woman, leaning forward towards the viewer with a wink, wore a scandalously minuscule maid's outfit that left near nothing to the imagination.

"By the Earthmother..." groaned Godo, feeling a familiar stirring in his loins at the sight. His eyes continued down the advertisement.

Godo's thick fingers traced over the advertisement text, detailing the services offered, which were not of the ordinary for a maid, though one word did catch his eye:

companionship.

The prices were extravagant, to say the least, but business had been good during the last few months, and surely his wife would understand. He was a man, and he had needs, did he not? And why should he care about these things, when she deigned not even inform him of how she was doing after three long months.

With shaking hands, the hulking bull penned his letter, his colossal manhood snaking down his thigh towards his knee at the mere thought of the ample curves he'd seen in the image of the woman. He resisted the urge to simply pleasure himself, instead telling himself he'd wait for Merdreaux's response.

As soon as he finished writing down the woman's address, a tiny portal opened on the table before him, causing him to jump in surprise. From it came a minuscule arcane elemental, its swirling white-and-pink form reaching for the paper and quickly yanking it back into the portal with him. "H-hey!" Godo tried to shout, but the portal had already disappeared, leaving him alone yet again.

Three agonizing days passed, then, and the eager Tauren could feel his condition growing worse, as his random, almost

painful

erections simply would not stop. Perhaps due to his eagerness at getting a reply from the elf, perhaps due to the fact that had hadn't taken care of business in half a week...

At long last, when he was about to jerk himself into a coma, a shimmering portal manifested in the center of his living room. The Tauren stopped working his belt buckle and simply stared, slack-jawed, as Merdreaux herself stepped through the magical gateway and into his home.

He'd at least expected a response from the woman before she arrived, but this was as good a reply as any.

The "uniform" she wore barely qualified as clothing — gossamer-thin silk straining against her generous curves, with a black skirt so short it revealed teasing glimpses of what lay beneath with each deliberate step. The arcane markings covering her form from top to bottom pulsed with an ethereal glow, glowing briefly brighter as her gaze settled upon the Tauren. A mischievous smirk spread across her full, painted lips.

"My, oh, my," she purred, glowing eyes drinking in his power form as she glided closer, high heels clicking alluringly against the wooden floors. "Starting without me? Or simply getting ready?" she chuckled.

He found himself unable to speak for a moment, stricken dumb by her beauty.

Perfectly manicured nails traced up his broad chest, scratching through his fur as she pressed against him. "A thousand," she cooed, making clear the price in gold to be paid by Godo. With surprising efficiency, she allowed her hand to shoot down to the steel-hard length of his cock, the bulge straining his trousers and creating an obvious outline down to his knee.

Slowly, Godo nodded.

"Though I believe I should get to cleaning a little before we make a mess, mmh?" she said teasingly, slowly moving away from him and pointing to a nearby chair. "Do sit and... no touching yourself," she said with a wink.

The Tauren's massive frame sank into the creaking chair, his eyes fixated on Merdreaux as she began her so-called cleaning. In truth, it was little more than a show she would put on for him as she conjured up magically-animated brooms and dusters to do most of the work for her, thus allowing her to saunter about to tease her client.

Bending provocatively, Merdreaux made sure to give Godo many teasing glimpses of her tattooed thighs and of her thong-clad ass, the plump cheeks of her rump an intoxicating sight to the massive male. The woman's hips swayed hypnotically as she pretend-cleaned his home, and the arcane markings on her skin seemed to glow brighter whenever she caught Godo staring.

"Hrmph!" he groaned, gripping the chair arms, to avoid simply whipping his cock out to jerk himself into a frenzy. His enormous bovine prick throbbed painfully, soaking his breeches with plentiful precum.

Of course, the elf had noticed the obscene tube snaking down his leg, and she found herself of a mind to simply tear the clothes off him and get to work immediately. Part of her, however, enjoyed the teasing far too much. She wanted to drive the man wild, so to speak.

After many long minutes of suffering for the burly farmer, Merdreaux walked over to her, the generous swell of her bust bouncing alluringly with each step taken.

"Such restraint... You've been so good," she purred, noting how it seemed he might tear the arms off his chair at a moment's notice with how hard he was gripping them. "But... Oh, by the Nightwell, it seems you've quite the predicament on your hands," Merdreaux noted, an amused smirk forming on her full, painted lips.

"I suppose if I've caused you any undue distress, it would only be natural for me to offer proper assistance?" she cooed, prying the man's hands off his chair arms gently, the touch sending shivers of excitement down his spine.

The woman was a master at her art, he soon realized, as every movement seemed planned and calculated, yet fully natural. Every sway of her hips, every shift in posture, everything was done to excite him further and oh, by the Earthmother did it work. He even found himself enjoying that torturous teasing.

Her hands eventually came to rest upon his thighs, and fabric of his trousers near tearing in places by the sheer size of his endowment. His breathing grew heavier, nostrils flaring.

With a slow, deliberate gesture, Merdreaux's finger slowly traces the outline of that monumental shaft, causing the bull to let out a low, almost animalistic grunt. Merdreaux giggled at that, enjoying the effect her touch seemed to have on him, and she leaned in close to start nuzzling and gently kissing at his neck, her overflowing bust pressed to his hard, muscled chest.

The devious smirk that had formed on Merdreaux's lips seemed to widen with each inch her finger travelled. Despite him wanting nothing more than to throw her onto the bed and to ravage her, he let her take control. She was a professional, after all.

Both her hands now rested on either side of his cock, with thumb and index circling the immense girth of his endowment while her other fingers lay on his thighs. While her gentle kisses upon his neck continued, she would slowly start moving down to the exposed part of his chest as she slid down him, allowing her tremendous breasts to drag along his muscled torso.

Much to the Tauren's surprise, a soft purplish glow began emanating from the woman's palms as index and thumb circled his manhood through his breeches. Before he knew it, however, her hands were directly upon his thighs, and his clothing had vanished - all of it.

With his pants gone, there remained nothing to contain the Tauren's gigantic cock, and the immense thing quite nearly slapping the kneeling Merdreaux beneath the chin. Expecting such a thing, however, she dodged the blow, only to have the heavy, weighty cock slap down onto her face. Though her face was a nearly a foot away from the root of the man's dick, the tree-trunk endowment reached past her forehead as it lay there.

Even hard, the thing was weighed down by what had to be a gallon of blood, every vein pumping across its vastness working to keep the thing erect. Glistening with a thin sheen of precum, Godo's enormity pulsed with hunger, and Merdreaux was quick to oblige.

The nightborne's tongue slowly snaked out from between her lips as both her hands gripped his cock at the base, fingers unable to even meet around that prodigious girth. A slightly nervous laugh came from her lips at the weight and size of the monumental slab of meat on her face — though whether that reaction was practiced or genuine, Godo could not tell.

He'd never dealt with an escort before.

She remained kneeling there for a few heartbeats more, staring up in awe at that colossal cock, eyes slightly crossed. Almost immediately, however, Merdreaux's tongue was sliding along the underside of that leviathan bull-cock as she slowly ascended towards the tip of the yard-long spire.

In all truth, the woman was no stranger to such imposing lengths, for she'd enjoyed the company — and gold — of ogres and centaurs in the past. Despite the bull's titanic totem, she found herself to be more than equal to the task before her, tongue coming out to tease that flared, bulging head. The tip of her tongue would trace along the thick veins that adorned its shaft as she reached the head.

It seemed to Godo that the elf enjoyed her work, for she would moan and whimper in delight as she worshipped the precum-drooling head of his manhood. Almost drooling at the mere prospect of taking him into her mouth, she delicately brought her lips to that throbbing crown, allowing her painted lips to gently taste and savour it while her tongue continued its skilled work.

With surprising gentleness, Godo placed a hand on the back of the woman's head, encouraging her to continue the pleasant act. He would groan in appreciation, signaling to the elf that her efforts were not in vain. It had been so long since he'd received such pleasure that he briefly wondered if she had somehow enchanted her mouth to achieve the effect.

As she worked the tip of his spear, Merdreaux's hands would slowly leave its base before traveling up his torso, tracing muscles hardened by years of farmwork. She would savor each ridge and plane presented to her, much as she savored the clear precum leaking from his eager tip. With lingering grace, her fingers stilled upon the Tauren's nipples, and her long fingernails would gently scratch at them, teasing the sensitive nubs as her mouth worked the heaving beast that was his cock.

The act brought forth a deep, rumbling moan from Godo, and Merdreaux found herself only encouraged by those sounds, loving each and every one. She had an appreciation for vocal men, and she would give this one all she could.

His eyes, half-lidded in pleasure, watched Merdreaux's head bob up and down his pillar of maleness, the rhythm of her movements both hypnotic and relentless. Soft slurping sounds would fill Godo's home, the woman's lips stretched taut around his girth, cheeks hollowing slightly as she sucked him off, drawing forth more of his masculine essence with each pull.

Godo tilted his head back, his hand cupping the back of the woman's head as she worked his pole. He would not last much longer, he knew...

His release would not come. Not yet, for Merdreaux, sensing his fast-approaching release, pulled back for a moment, letting his cock rest against her cheek as she did so. The vascular behemoth seemed all the larger next to the slender elf's face, the contrast in size making the scene all the more erotic to the Tauren who was so used to the sturdier races of the Horde.

"Quite the specimen," she purred, one hand finding itself at the base of his gargantuan prick as she other gently fondled his balls, seeking to alleviate some of the mounting pressure in them, to make the pleasure last that much longer for them. Her fingers roamed those fat, cum-laden balls, feeling their weight and warmth, teasing them with the expertise of one who knew exactly how to bring her to the edge — and keep them there for as long as she wished.

The elven escort's eyes sparkled with delight as she looked up to the massive bull-man, seeing him writhe in his chair. Her full lips, shimmering with lip gloss, spit and precum, curling into an amused grin.

The elf straightened, movements fluid and deliberate. With a flick of her wrist disappeared her maid's outfit, allowing her ample bust to bounce from the sudden relief in pressure, though it remained contained in a pure white lacy bra that contrasted beautifully against her darker skin tone.

So large were those tits that Godo couldn't help but compare this woman's chest with his wife's, a hint of guilt coming over him at the realization of what he was doing. The feeling did not last longer than that as he watched the nightborne lift her considerable assets up, each great orb easily surpassing a large honeydew melon in size.

"I might need some help," she giggled, slowly pressing her bra-clad tits to him, his cock still standing next to her face, leaking ample amounts of precum. Fat beads of his essence rolled down the length of his meaty fuckbat, and every heartbeat only made him want to ravage the whorish elf all the more.

Not having to be told twice, his large hands found themselves upon the elf's tits, squeezing those soft pillows and pulling them from the white cups that so struggled to hold them. With her burdens freed, the white-haired elf would envelop the man's cock, trapping his throbbing leviathan in that heavenly softness, the warmth of her chest indescribable to the pent-up Tauren.

With her tits wrapped around the man's towering erection, Merdreaux slowly began ascending and descending that enormous, fleshy rod. His cock, slick with precum, slid with ease between the elf's huge tits. Each stroke was deliberate, though the woman's pace did accelerate with each descent.

If the woman had managed to delay his release, it would not be for much longer, as the sight alone of the buxom "maid" tittyfucking him threatened to overwhelm him. His enormous length would disappear then reappear from between those heavy tits — the tip, at least, for he doubted few women on Azeroth actually possessed blessings enough to fully encompass over thirty inches of tauren meat.

Visually, the sight would be enough to send him over the edge. But combined with those heavenly sensations, Godo would find himself desperately holding on. The pleasure wrought by the woman's breasts was something else entirely. That warmth, that softness, the heat of the woman's body against him as she jerked him off with her huge elven milkers.

"Earthmother..." Godo groaned, his voice a deep rumble. The tension was enough to drive him wild, his balls tightening as the pressure of his long-denied release sought relief.

"Hold on," Merdreaux commanded in as soothing a tone as she could manage, tits gliding up and down the Tauren's totem-pole of a cock. "Just a bit longer."

Merdreaux's voice was like velvet to the groaning Godo, coaxing and commanding all at once, her hands guiding him. His fingers squeezed and fondled the woman's chest throughout the act as every stroke came quicker than the last. The rhythmic motion of her cleavage against his engorged length brought forth a symphony of pants and moans from the two, every movement stoking the fires of his need.

Godo's massive frame was taut with the effort of restraint, his muscles bulging as he tried to comply with her command. His breath came in heavy, labored exhales, his voice mingling with the wet, slick noises of her flesh sliding against his.

The nightborne's eyes, alight with arcane energy, watched him intently, her eyes never leaving his for a moment. Her smirk grew as his resistance wavered. "You're doing great... Keep it up," she cooed. "Wouldn't want to end things prematurely, now would you?" she giggled, leaning in to give his behemoth fucklog a sloppy kiss as it exited her cleavage for the hundredth time.

The combined sensation of her soft, pillowy tits and of her mouth upon his cock only served to make his task that much more difficult, for he wanted little more than to simply paint the nightborne with his gallons.

With tension palpable, the air was thick with the scent of arousal and the heavy musk of a man pushed to his limits.

Merdreaux, sensing that poor soul's oncoming climax, slowed her movements, her eyes locking onto his with such mischief that the Tauren wondered if he'd not accidentally summoned a succubus.

What a way to go,

thought Godo.

What a way to go...

His entire body was a tempest of need, every fiber screaming for release. Yet, by some miracle of the Earthmother, he held on, teetering on the edge of bliss. Despite the difficulty of her request, Godo found himself unable to say no, even finding some fair measure of enjoyment in delaying his release.

Schlp schlp schlp...

came the sounds of his cock sliding up and down the woman's cleavage. It felt as though he was a soldier, ordered to wait until his enemies were upon them before firing... The anticipation was killing him, and he writhed in his chair, panting and gasping.

Suddenly, when he thought he might go mad from it all, he heard her voice.

"Now."

With a roar that echoed through the cabin, and perhaps even reaching the ears of nearby quilboar and harpies, Godo came. His restrained shattered like glass under a boulder, his orgasm seemed not a simple release but an explosion of pent-up desire. Thick, ropy streams of his seed erupted from him, painting Merdreaux's face, neck, and the generous slopes of her chest.