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Raytlin panted heavily. He was exhausted both physically and mentally. The nearly 7 and a half foot tauren had been fighting sea monsters all day, and he was finally done. He got what he had come for. But boy that reward he was promised had better be worth it.

Sighing he looked to the horizon. The sun was very low on the ocean, and the sky was a panorama of pinks, reds, oranges, and blues. It would be dark soon, and too dangerous to go back through the woods at night. Even though he was a druid he was too exhausted to use any of his powers. He'd have to wait out the night on the beach and leave in the morning when he was rested.

Walking along the beach he found some seclusion amongst some boulders and built a fire. It crackled to life and cast a warm glow around the tauren's little spot amongst the rocks. He cooked up some meat over the roaring flames. As they licked at the meat he stripped off his armor until he was in nothing but his loincloth. Getting comfortable he ate his dinner in tranquility. While gulping down the last of the meal he heard something approaching his little spot.

Grabbing his hammer he spun toward the sound and called out, "Who goes there?"

The footsteps paused just beyond one of the large boulders circling the fire before a black, smooth, glistening hand emerged from around the rock.

"I mean no harm," the voice said as the hand was soon followed by the rest of its owner.

An orca about a half foot smaller than Raytlun stood there, hands open and held out away from his body, in the glow of the moon and firelight.

"What do you want?" Raytlun demanded.

"Nothing. I'm just a weary traveler like you. I saw the light from your fire and wondered if I might join you?" the orca answered.

Raytlin pondered this for a moment. It wasn't safe to be out here alone, and the orca didn't seem to be a danger. He appeared to have no weapons, and few garments. The tauren noted that, like himself, the orca wore nothing but a loincloth. His gaze lingered on the concealed bulge for a few moments before it returned to the smiling orca's face. The druid also wouldn't mind having some company.

Finally he nodded and said, "Alright. My name's Raytlun. What's yours?"

The orca grinned at being allowed to stay and replied, "Nalkhan. And thanks."

"No problem," Raytlun added before sitting down before the fire once again. Nalkhan joined him, but on the opposite side. Raytlin watched the bits hidden by the orca's loinclotch sway as he sat down. His own crotch stirred a bit and he had to shift himself into a more comfortable position. He could tell the orca wasn't as endowed as he was, but the cetacean wasn't small by any means at all either. Apparently his friend had noticed the same, considering the druid had looked up to find the orca staring at his package. Spreading his legs a bit he opened up the view, and that made the orca grin.

"So, what brings a big guy such as yourself all the way out here?" Nalkhan inquired.

"Got a request to take care of a murloc nuisance out here. Been killing the little bastards all day."

"Oh, murlocs, the scum of the sea. I feel sorry for you," the orca admitted.

"Yeah, and I was too exhausted to return to the town. So I got stuck camping out here for the night."

"I see. Well, I don't mean to flatter myself, but I give a mean massage. Perhaps you'd like one?" Nalkhan offered.

Raytlin stretched his sore back. All the muscles felt tight. A massage sure did sound good. After a few moments thought, he conceded. Grinning broadly the orca stood and approached the druid.

"Lay down on your stomach," he said.

Raytlun turned and laid down on his stomach. He crossed his arms beneath his chin and his tail flicked lazily behind him. Nalkhan sat down next to him and leaned over the bulky tauren.

What the druid didn't see was the orca's eyes shining with delight even as they reflected the glow of the fire. He was marveling at the tauren's body. It was ripped with muscle and decorated handsomely with light tan, brown, and black fur. It was also ripe with what he saw as youthful, healthy meat. Oh, what a beautiful tauren he had caught!

Rubbing his hands together he placed them on Raytlun's back and began to massage the tight muscle. He worked out all the kinks and knots much to the delight of the bull.

"O-o-oh-h," Raytlun moaned. "You are good."

The orca, however, had his own reasons for the kind offer. The more he rubbed the more tender the flesh became. He had to struggle to keep himself from drooling, and keep his stomach quiet. As he worked he made his way down the tauren's back until he was just inches above the druid's rump. Gazing at those mounds of flesh, he thought, "Why not enjoy ourselves a little first?" Taking both cheeks in hand he fondled the warm cushions firmly. Raytlun mroo-ed in enjoyment.

"M-m-m. That feels good. I've never had a rump massage before," he admitted.

"Hmm...well, you know what would feel even better?" Nalkhan asked while slipping one of his black digits between the tauren's cleft to probe at the taut ring.

Raytlun gasped and squirmed a little.

"M-m-m, he's a squirmer," Nalkhan thought. "This is going to be good." He continued to prod and poke the resistant pucker until his finger finally peaked. The bull's bowels relaxed and let the foreign invader into their moist depths, with plenty of moaning and mroo-ing from the druid.

The orca worked his finger down and into the body of his new companion until he found the sensitive prostate. Pressing into the delicate organ he gave one, very firm stroke across it. This made Raytlun both jump, tense, and grunt loudly. His already semi-firm length was now pressing out against his loincloth and the sandy beach below, and leaking some of his hot pre. After a few more rubs to the tauren's prostate, accompanied by increasingly aroused noises from the druid, Nalkhan evicted his finger and said, "Roll over."

Without hesitation Raytlun flipped himself over onto his back. His loincloth was held up by his now throbbing length and no longer concealed any of his private regions. The cloth flopped onto his belly with a wet sound, smelling heavily of musk. Grinning broadly the orca untied the now useless piece of cloth and tossed it aside. He gave the full of Raytlun's manhood a thorough examination. It had all the characteristics of a bull's cock, and was a fairly dark red color from all the blood pumping through it. It was a full 18 inches long at least. A very full, plump sac hung low beneath it, hanging close enough to reach the bull's rump.

Licking his lips he curled a black hand around the length, and felt it throb at his touch. The constant moans of the tauren were almost tuned out by the orca's interest in the heaving flesh that leaked profusely in his grasp. Bringing his head forward he took the full of Raytlun's pride in his maw. The flaring head found its way to the back of the cetacean's throat where a powerful gulp sucked it down and into the orca's gullet. It easily sucked down the bull's length until Nalkhan's beak was pressing into the druid's slowly tightening sac.

Raytlun bucked his hips powerfully into the jaws of the orca. Damn, was this orca talented. He'd never had anybody take him so completely before. He hadn't enjoyed himself in a while, and under such masterful attention he wouldn't last long. His mind was fuzzy and his breaths becoming more labored. Grabbing the orca's head he gave another thrust into the inviting maw and looked down at his new friend. The white and black color of his skin was a sharp contrast in any situation, but at night it held a new allure. The white of the orca's skin glowed with the blue of the moon, and glimmered with the yellow of the fire. It made the once monochrome wonder shine with new color and life. He was handsome to begin with, but looking down at him now revealed just how truly beautiful the orca was. If only Raytlun knew what his new friend had in store.

Nalkhan's jaws were locked around the tauren's pulsing flesh and he suckled heavily and steadily. His long, wet tongue lapped and slurped the hot organ, relishing the wonderful taste. He knew from this little teaser this bull was a meaty monster of flavor just waiting to be enjoyed. Moaning through his stuffed maw his gullet constantly pulled and tugged at the sensitive member. There were no breaks for this poor bull.

Digging his hands into the ground Raytlun lowed out loudly. This was just too much for him. With a final, instinctive thrust his sac tightened against his body. A powerful surge rushed through his waist and erupted into the throat of the orca. Weeks of pent up sexual energy relieved themselves in just a few moments of massive, steaming loads bursting from his cock.

Seeing the tauren's balls tighten Nalkhan quickly removed the head from his gullet. It was too late to catch the first load, but by the time the second hit it splattered itself onto the orca's tongue. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head when that hot, musky, earthy flavor washed over his taste buds. More explosions of flavorful delight spent themselves on his tongue until the bull had nothing left to give. Removing his maw from around Raytlun's shaft Nalkhan rolled the thick goo around in his maw, savoring it lovingly, before gulping it down quietly.

His belly rumbled.

Turning to the tauren, who had collapsed and was panting heavily, he smirked widely. It was time.

Straddling Raytlun's body Nalkhan wrapped his arms around the druid's body in a tight hug. Raytlun just squirmed weakly and smiled. Opening his now lazy eyelids he peered into the orca's grinning face. Nalkhan leaned forward and licked over the bull's nose.

"M-m-m that was fun. I do hope you enjoy your trip. I know I will," Nalkhan stated, following it up with a few more slurps.

Raytlun just chuckled and panted, "Enjoy what, handsome?"

"Well, the trip down to my belly of course. You're one gorgeous tauren, you know that? You'll make the most beautiful, wriggling bulge in my gut, I think!" Nalkhan replied.

The tauren furrowed his brow and looked at the orca in confusion. He didn't quite know what his companion had meant until his vision was filled with a gaping maw. It was drenched in drool, a byproduct of the taste the tauren had given it earlier, and it smoothly descended upon the hapless druid. Raytlun's protest was muffled by the orca's maw closing over his own.

Nalkhan moaned loudly. His tongue lapped at his savory meal's face, taking in all of the flavor. It held a strong earthen quality to it, considering the druid's affinity to nature, but it also held a light touch of the ocean to it as well. It all melded together into a near-climax inducing flavor. With another powerful gulp he took Raytlun's whole head into his maw, the tip of which started to bulge out his gullet, and sealed his lips around the tauren's neck.

Raytlun was utterly bewildered. Did the orca really intend to eat him? Such a thing seemed impossible, but that wasn't stopping Nalkhan. He tried to pull his head back, with no success. Nalkhan's head just moved with is own now. He tried to use his arms, but those were pinned down by the orca's embrace. Logically he was stronger than the orca, but he was exhausted from the day's events, and this orca seemed to have lied about being weary as well. He wasn't tired at all. Another gulping sound filled his ears and he felt his shoulders sliding into Nalkhan's maw.

Raytlun started to struggle.

Nalkhan just chuckled as the tauren finally realized he had every intention of devouring him. He had gotten very lucky with this catch. The tauren was weak from fighting all day. He was also one of the most perfect specimens of tauren he had ever seen. His tongue danced across the furry chest, his maw still drooling heavily from the flavor, until he found the tauren's nipples. He slurped at them with his flexible organ until they turned hard from the attention. This made his meal squirm even more, something he would enjoy heavily once he got him all inside his growling stomach.

With a few more powerful gulps Raytlun was in to his belly. His arms were sufficiently pinned to his sides, and so Nalkhan let them go. He rolled over and onto his rump, pulling the rest of his meal with him, and laying it over his body. This position was much preferred by the predator. He could now lean against a rock and have both his hands free to help aid in his ingestion of the beautiful tauren. His body was bulging heavily with the defiant druid already, and he still had half of it left outside his maw. He watched the legs kick feebly before his eyes before he reached out and grabbed the tauren's rump. He fondled the cheeks once again, and used them to help guide the druid into his maw.

Raytlun grunted from within the orca's body. He couldn't deny the nice feeling of his rump getting another massage, but he had to worry about how he would get out. This, however, was abruptly pushed from his mind when the orca's tongue found his spent crotch. It lapped, and slurped, and curled itself around the moist flesh and reloading sac. This disconcerted the tauren. His mind was fighting between keeping focus versus enjoying the wonderful feeling. The latter was winning out, and it was becoming harder and harder to stay focused on the rational thoughts in his mind.

Some remnants of Raytlun's earlier enjoyment still lingered on his slowly re-hardening member. This, and the way it unsettled his prey, made licking over it a great joy to Nalkhan. Still massaging the soft rump he steadily pushed the tauren in until his lips closed in around the bull's waist. Now nothing but tail and legs remained. His tongue gave the now firm again shaft a final slurp before a gulp sucked it into his gullet. Now the fun really began.

Just as Raytlun was starting to hit another sexual high a gulp forced his head passed a tight ring he found himself at. A sudden blast of hot, acrid air invaded his nostrils, and caused his body to jerk violently. This instantly brought him back to reality, and the fact that this wasn't a picnic. If he fully entered the orca's stomach it had every intention of digesting him like any other meal. The steady pulses of the gullet were quickly dragging his body down and into the deadly sac. Only part of his legs remained, and that wouldn't be enough to save him. He was starting to panic.

A massive jerk told Nalkhan that the tauren had finally realized what kind of fate awaited him. With only the legs, below the knees, remaining he brought a hand down to rub at the bulge Raytlun's head was making in his stomach. It was being quickly followed by broad shoulders, a muscular chest, and a taut belly. The tauren started squirming again, but this time much more urgently. It was a life or death struggle now, and Nalkhan quickly curled his tongue around the kicking hooves and pulled them into his maw. He wanted to get the bull into his stomach so he could start to fully enjoy his final struggles. With a last gulp Raytlun's hooves entered the gullet and steadily descended the esophagus to join the rest of their struggling owner.

With that last gulp Raytlun became desperate. The stomach had been steadily oozing enzymes onto his body until every crevice was coated or filled by the stuff. He was slowly folded into the tight confines until his hooves entered with a quiet indignity. There was no way out, and the air was becoming thin very rapidly. Thick hands pressed into his body and massaged his form, but he was too frightened to be upset by it. He started to kick, and writhe, and fight to find a way out. His gasps were becoming more labored and panicked with every passing moment.

On the outside Nalkhan was lost in bliss. A full-grown, perfectly formed, muscular, meaty tauren nearly twice his bulk was now a writhing bulge in his gut. It still glowed with that mixture of moon and firelight, and sharp shadows crisply outlined the tauren's body. However, just below that was a throbbing orcan rod. He couldn't let it end just yet. There were a few more things he wanted to do. But, for now, he waited, letting the air slowly escape his stomach, watching it gradually fold in on its frantic occupant. And just before the tauren fell into unconsciousness Nalkhan gulped down some air, and saw his belly round out again.

Raytlun's struggles were growing weaker. There wasn't enough air, and he had not enough energy to keep this up. This was it. Just as he was about to pass out there was an influx of air. It took him a moment for his mind to clear. But even when he regained composure he was no less confused, nor less scared. Something patted at the flesh around him.

"I have an offer for you," Nalkhan said coolly while patting his stomach. "I can keep air in there as long as I want, and let you be aware of your digestion. It would take hours before it's done enough damage to kill you, but the pain would set in long before then. Or, I can let out the air and let you fall unconscious, so you won't have to suffer through such a fate, but only on one condition. You have to pleasure yourself to climax one last time. I leave it up to you, my sweet tauren."

Raytlun listened meekly. He was too scared to give it too much thought. All he knew was that with every moment the stomach pumped more of its acidic goop onto his body. And while asphyxiating didn't sound any better than digesting to death, it was much preferred to hours of agony. And all it would cost was his willingness to orgasm one final time in his life. What had he got to lose. In too awkward of a position to give himself oral he had to settle for working his hand over his still strangely stiff length and starting to stroke it.

Not waiting for an answer Nalkhan leaned forward, despite his bulky midsection, and took his leaking shaft into his maw. Sucking as much of it in as he could he set up a cool, steady bobbing motion, while his tongue slurped over it just the way he liked it. Just as he set up a good pattern he felt his belly start to wriggle. He smiled to himself. He knew the tauren would accept his offer. After all, he was in control now, and he knew just how to use that power for his own ends. This proposition will allow him some very pleasant squirms to accompany his self-gratification, and still let him enjoy the last, desperate squirms of his prey afterward. Just the thought made his balls twitch in anticipation.

It wouldn't take Nalkhan much longer to finish up. He was already achingly close from going down on a well-endowed tauren, to ingesting him, to feeling him moving around inside him in sexual gratification. He was in the final dash for climax when he felt his belly jerk and twitch awkwardly, telling him the tauren had finished. This was too much for the monochrome predator, and he grunted loudly as his own seed erupted from his cock. He waited patiently as the final loads spent themselves on his tongue before he leaned back. Not much caring for the taste of his own cum he swallowed it quietly.

Now everything was taken care of. His meal had been given a healthy coat of his own seed, both parties' sexual urges met, and now it was time to enjoy the last the tauren had to offer. Pressing his hand firmly into the wriggly tauren bulge he sighed contently. He was impressed the tauren hadn't begged for his life yet. Just one more thing that made this meal more enjoyable than any he had ever taken delight in previously.

Patting his gut Nalkhan said, "Well, it was fun, my lovely tauren. But it's time." And with that he let out a tremendous BURP. The flesh of his stomach fell tight against the tauren's body. With no air filling the acidic sac there was nothing to hinder the view of his meal. Raytlun's body was outline perfectly through the shimmering flesh. His final squirms starting to kick in.

Even if his meal had become somewhat complacent with the climax, the lack of air quickly brought his instincts back. Still holding his gut firmly he felt it begin to heave, and writhe in his grasp. Its captive was now in his final stage of desperation. Raytlun gasped and wheezed as he tried to find air that as no longer there. The deadly goo was thick on his body and tingling strongly. Every time he breathed out the air in his lungs the orca was quick to burp it up, slowing draining the sac, and the tauren, of all the remaining oxygen.

With nothing left to breath he lost all rational thought. His body just thrashed about in an attempt to escape, but to no avail. The fight was steadily leaving him. His muscles became weak and gave out, allowing the stomach to squeeze in tighter around him. A few of his muscles cramped and made his body jerk violently. With infinite slowness his body was reduced to mere twitches. Just before he lost all consciousness he heard the loud murring of the orca, before it all went black.

Nalkhan was in heaven. His shaft was hard again from all the twitching. There was nothing left that could save the tauren, he knew, and he relished the last desperate moments of the bull. Raytlun's squirms turned from thrashes, to squirms, to twitches until finally...nothing. His stomach was now just a bulge full of meat being digested away to feed the orca.

Tired and sated, the orca found rest in a sleep so peaceful he knew no other would ever compare.