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A Night's Plunder

Stormwind Keep, the centre of the human government, and home to the High-King of the Alliance himself. Unbeknownst to it's owner though, sneaking through it's halls in the dead of night was none other than Gordon Biggwud. Gordon wasn't a particularly well-known rogue, but he was immensely skilled, of course he had to be if he was going to steal the riches of the city's monarchy from under their nose.

He stuck to he shadows, which were plentiful at this time of night, and managed to avoid detection from all the guardsmen he passed, even those guarding the High-King's chambers. He waited until the two heavily-armoured soldiers patrolled to the end of the hall, before he opened the double-doors just a creak and slunk in, shutting them silently behind himself.

He peered about the room and a large grin crossed his lips at what he saw. A large, beautifully-decorated bedchamber, which paintings, portraits, sets of armour and luxurious-looking weapons adorning the walls. There was a huge open archway that led out onto a balcony, and with only a thin, royal-blue sheet draped over it, plenty of moonlight flooded into the room through it, and the two smaller windows. He also spotted a couple of large chests of drawers which had the sparkle of something valuable on top of them. The human hurried over to them and beamed even wider as he saw a selection of rings, bracelets and amulets almost covering the surfaces, all inlaid with the biggest, shiniest jewels he'd ever seen.

He eagerly picked up one of the larger bracelets and marvelled over it, trying to put a price on just how much he could get for it, the thought of himself swimming in a lake of gold soon filled his mind, and this only brought about an even bigger smirk.

These thoughts though were interrupted by the sound of something stirring across the room, something very large indeed tossing and turning. He slowly moved his gazed over to the massive, high-king-sized bed, and was met with the sight of Varian Wrynn himself, shifting about in his sleep. Gordon couldn't help but stare at the gigantically-muscular man, the thin sheet that was his blanket only covered his lower half, his powerfully-built torso on full display. The thief's eyes were first brought to those ridiculously-huge pecs the former-gladiator had worked so hard for, two gigantically-thick and expansive slabs of pure muscle, topped with a thick carpet of dark-brown hair that alone would put even the manliest of men to shame. He also couldn't help but eye those hulking arms of his, those biceps especially, easily thicker than Gordon's waist by quite a long way. His gaze soon dropped to his stomach, a wall of bulging abdominals, not even a six-pack, he had an -eight-pack- of perfectly-chiselled, deeply-defined abs, the lower of which were coated in a fine, thick trail of fuzz that led down below the sheet, much to the rogue's annoyance. Despite the sheet being there though, it's sheerness ensured he could still make out the king's thighs, which were wider than even tree-trunks, and his gargantuan man-shapes, not easily enough to get a perfect measurement, but enough of a rough idea to know they were equally as colossal as the rest of him.

While he was ogling though, Varian stirred in his sleep once again, turning over to lay on his front now, his blanket being pulled lower because of this just in time for a strong breeze to blow the drape open and bathe the king's mighty backside in strong moonlight, the thief's jaw dropping as he leered at those massive, firmly-muscled cheeks. In his highly-distracted state of mind, he dropped the large bracelet he was holding, and it fell to the ground with a heavy thud, the king immediately letting out a groggy groan of acknowledgement as he awoke from his deep sleep.

Gordon froze, and as much as he willed his body to move, to find a hiding place, to dart out onto the balcony, he couldn't tear his eyes away from one of the biggest, manliest men he'd -ever- seen in his life. Varian just picked himself up, staring lazily around his chamber and soon spotting the figure of the rogue. This was enough to shock him awake, and as he was about to call for the guards, he could see the rogue was mindlessly gawping at him. Whilst he didn't appreciate someone sneaking into his room in the middle of the night, he did have a slight narcissistic streak, and a weakspot for those who adored his body. He decided to leave the call of alarm until later, and instead raised a hand, gesturing Gordon to come closer.

"Hah, snuck all the way in here just to catch a glimpse of the King of Stormwind asleep, huh? Well, why don't you come and have a closer look?". Gordon grunted softly as the king's quiet, but deep and crisp voice reached his ears. Thankfully for him, his body finally decided to let him have control of it again, and he hurriedly, but quietly, made his way across the across, clambering up onto the huge bed, eager to get some private time with his king.

As he hurried across the sheets toward the towering titan, he found a massive foot being pressed into him, forcing him back, Varian just wearing a sly smirk on his lips.

"You can start off by giving me a nice foot massage," he snickered softly, Gordon eyeing the huge, broad foot and shuffling back a little himself, ready to get to work. He started by grabbing those large toes in both hands, and starting to squeeze and rub them gently, a wide grin on his own face as he quickly leant in, tracing his tongue along the bottom of Varian's foot, the king just murring in content, shuffling about to get comfortable.

The brown-haired rogue then moved his hands down to knead the larger man's soles roughly, making sure to work any kinks out of them before moving onto to stroke up and down the sides of that oversized foot, moving his head up and taking a couple of those large toes into his mouth, sucking on them hard and staring up at Varian with a look of pure lust.

"Heh, you're really getting into this, huh? Well, perhaps I'll let you move onto the main event," he rested back on his hands and puffed out his goliath chest, those huge tracks of land that were his pecs so unbelievably-huge they actually cast a long shadow down over the rest of his ripped torso.

After a short while longer of suckling, he pushed that huge foot out of his way and dashed over to take a seat between Varian's hulking legs, looking up from the behemoth bulge that filled up all the space before him, and past that bulging eight-pack, to now leer over those fur-covered mountains.

"Don't be shy, they may look intimidating, but I'm eager to see how well you handle them," he smirked down at the thief from over the tops of those peaks, Gordon scrambling up onto that colossal bulge so he could actually reach those ridiculously-ample slabs of muscle. As he neared them though, his nose would be assaulted by the sheer magnitude of musk pouring off from those things, Gordon had already noticed the strong scent of musk the moment he'd entered the room, but this close to his king it was almost overwhelming.

Varian chuckled softly at the slight groggy look his scent caused the smaller man, "Like that? The smell of a -real- man, just be careful you don't pass out, I've defeated elves, orcs, even demons with my musk alone. Here, why don't I test you?" A wolfish grin crossed his lips as he raised a massive arm, exposing an expansive jungle of thick, dripping hair that erupted from his armpit. Gordon's nostrils were immediately filled with an overbearing fog of thick, refined, and extraordinarily-manly musk, the rogue having to muster all of his stamina to even maintain consciousness. He slowly got more used to it though, just in time to feel the king's colossal hand on the back of his head, and to feel it push him forward, until his face, whole head infact, was buried deep in that sweaty swath of brown fur. Gordon shut his eyes, not being able to see in the much larger man's pit anyway, and began taking in long dregs of the heavenly aroma, so masculine that it alone brought the thief more pleasure than most men had ever done in the past. He could also feel the copious amounts of sweat now dripping over his face and soaking his hair through, and it wasn't long before he began to catch some of it in his mouth, eager to have a taste of the enormous beefcake.

The time spent in such a place though was beginning to take it's toll, and the rogue could already feel his mind get progressively cloudier, and his actions becoming gradually more sluggish. Thankfully for him though, Varian soon pulled him free, Gordon quickly gasping for fresh air, his body still twitching with the excitement of being so intimately-close to such a gigantic stud.

"I'm impressed, most men would have collapsed on the bed by now," he eyed the smaller man over quickly, taking in his toned, athletic frame, still concealed in the tight, sleek leather armour he wore. "As a reward, why don't you give your king's chest the worship it deserves, after you get out of that pesky gear of course," he pushed out those humongous fields of muscle for the rogue, who was already slipping out of his leathers. In mere moments he was in the nude, clearly he was very well-practised in stripping off quickly when the need arose. He then catapulted himself at those immense plains, draping himself over one of them, and mashing his face into the firm, hairy surface, his nose once again met with his king's particularly-potent brand of musk. His hands were busy groping at those solid slabs of hard muscle, caressing them, kneading them, squeezing them, feeling the fine hair between his fingers. Gordon still couldn't believe his luck, not only -not- being punished for being caught stealing, but actually given the golden opportunity to please such a specimen of manliness, a man who had featured in many a wet dream of his.

Then he got an idea, one he'd fantasised about obsessively in the past, and now given the chance, was desperate to make a reality.

"Mmh, ya know Varian, I've always had this... well, obsession with these badboys of yours. Infact, something I've pleased myself to countless times before, is imagining how it must feel to have my head buried deep between 'em while you're bouncing 'em, gehehe," the rogue had one of the most perverted grins on his face that anyone had ever seen, but the hulking brute just gave a similar grin, gesturing the thief towards them.

"Well, your king's mighty pectorals stand before you, completely unguarded, maybe now is your chance to make that dream come true," he snickered softly, before letting out a groan as Gordon abruptly leapt forward, thrusting his face against the chasm that separated those goliath mounds, his head sinking between them, until it was fully enveloped by Varian's considerable chest.

The former-gladiator could only hear the rogue's muffled groans echoing from deep in his canyon, and so readily began to tense his gargantuan chest muscles, before bouncing both behemoth slabs of beef in turn, so enormous each gave an audible surge of power as it swelled in size and rose, before relaxing and bouncing back down.

Gordon was having the time of his life, feeling those hard, thick pecs mashing against his head, and practically battling with each other as they bounced. The thief started by caressing those furry plains once again, though it wasn't long before he was hunting down Varian's huge nipples, wrapping his hands around them as best he could, and tweaking and twisting them. The deep moans echoing out of the titanic warrior filled his chambers, the two guardsmen posted outside though not intervening, they both knew very well how often their king would awaken in the middle of the night and play with himself for hours on end, both armoured men assuming this was another of those times, deep blushes crossing their faces and huge boners forming up down below.

Back inside the room, Varian was picking up the face, rapidly flexing those mountains in turn, Gordon moaning out deeply as he desperately jerked off those massive nubs, all the while taking in huge whiffs of the musk that surrounding those pecs, and nuzzling into the copious tufts of hair.

All of this pleasing was having quite the effect on the high-king, the thin, silk sheet covering his lower-half had long been tented massively by his obscenely-enormous man-shapes, and pretty soon a loud rip accompanied it being torn to ribbons by his goliath manhood which burst clean out of it, only semi-hard and already about 4-feet in length, hugely-thick and leaking plenty of precum messily down it. Gordon let out a sharp grunt as he felt at smack against his back, the thief abruptly pulling his head back, unwedging himself with some difficulty. Panting for air, now he was no longer trapped in that sweaty valley, he squirmed himself around, so he was now facing that steadily-growing manmeat that was pressed tightly against him, by now having reached it's full size, 5-feet of massive, pulsating cock.

"Mmmh, always guessed you'd be hung, but not as big as -this-," Gordon complimented, before pressing his face against the precum-gushing head. He licked up the thick, slick pre eagerly, gulping it down and murring contently, reaching his hands down to stroke up and down the sides of Varian's monstrous length.

"Hah, well, if you get it all lubed up, I'll happily show you just what it can do," the massive stud grinned widely and groaned out as the rogue worked quicker now, lapping over the head, paying special attention to the large slit which blasted out reams of his warm preseed. He circled it was the tip of his tongue, feeling the king shuddering in pleasure from it, and decided to go one better. He actually jammed the end of his tongue inside for a moment, though was forced back by an exceptionally impressive wave of precum that painted his face and hair completely, much of it splattering over Varian's chiselled facial features. The thief snickered as he scooped up as much of the pre as he could in his hands, slathering it over the dangerously-throbbing meat which pinned him against the giant's torso.

"Mmmmh, let me help you with that," Varian offered, as he reached down and covered Gordon's hands with his own much, much larger ones, stroking over his own mammoth meat in a combination of masturbating and readying himself for what was about to come. He also leant his head down slightly, so he could assist the thief and guzzling down his musky preseed, the king groaning in delight at the taste of his own arousal, and the work of his large, rough tongue as it teased more of the batter out of himself.

"Nnnngh, I think that's enough, now, are you ready to be fucked by the biggest cock in the kingdom?" Varian grinned wickedly down at the smaller man, who just nodded rapidly, still clinging to that behemoth beast, though pretty soon he'd feel the king's massive hands wrap around him, pulling him free and lifting him into the air. He turned the rogue around so he was now facing him, Varian eyeing him over cheekily for a bit before lowering him back down, this time onto the head of that gargantuan tool, Gordon grunting as he felt the precum-slicked tip jab against his hole, still unleashing a torrent of the stuff, which was good, as it was highly-likely he'd need it.

The rogue watched as the king's herculean muscles bulged and flexed as he summoned his incredible strength, using much of it to force the thief down harder onto his obscenely-thick shaft, until at last, with a loud groan coming from both men, the head of that monumental manhood finally began to force it's way inside, stretching the smaller man widely around it.

"Nnnngh, fuck!" Gordon cried out, as he felt the goliath beast plough inside him, and with Varian's superstrength, the whole head was inside the rogue in no time, with inch after inch of the rest of the king's mammoth meat being forced into his hungry hole. The thief was helpless to do anything as he was impaled, not that he really wanted to do much else, his body writhing in pleasure as he felt the man-of-his-dreams push him down more of his obscene length, buckets of precum gushing out of it into him, lubricating his insides near-instantly.

"Mmmh, as fun as this is, I'm growing impatient, how about we speed though this bit, hmm?" Varian's wicked grin then returned to his lips, as he abruptly tensed, his already-colossal musculature exploding in size even more ridiculously, his pecs especially, expanding so much that they advanced on Gordon in a split-second, smushing against him and muffling his groans in their sheer ampleness. That oppressive miasma of musk was once again surrounding him, and the fumes were having their effect on him. They seemed to numb any pain the monolithic meatpole plunging into his depths could cause, and infact heightened the pleasure it was bringing him, Gordon's hands once again roaming over those vast pectorals, working through the thick hair, and soon finding the king's huge, fat nipples, Varian letting out a fierce groan as the rogue started to madly man-handle them, squeezing them and pumping them furiously, the pleasure radiating out from them, across those mammoth slabs of muscle, and causing the high-king to unleash a heavy load of precum, the smaller man moaning contently at not only the huge amounts of it, but the fact it was a sure sign of things to come.

So overcome with the flood of precum and heavy musk, Gordon had only -just- realised that Varian had hilted himself inside him, as he glanced down over himself, his jaw dropping as he saw his chest bulge outwards in a perfect-outline of the king's giant cock, it still visibly-pulsating in excitement, and pumping out reams of preseed into him.

"Gahaha, now, for what I -know- you've been waiting for," the hulking muscle-god took a deep breath, now wrapping his goliath arms around Gordon and taking a deep breath, slowly pulling his obscenely-monolithic cock out of the thief, and when little more than the head remained inside him, the king roared out and slammed his gargantuan shaft back inside the rogue, who cried out in ecstasy, stretched and filled by the entirety of Varian's enormous tool once again. The much larger male though only continued his assault, pounding away mercilessly at Gordon's hole again and again, each time putting more and more power behind each thrust.

The thief yelled out, his body wracked in so much pleasure he could do little more than mindlessly slobber over the behemoth pecs he was still squashed against, lapping up the sweat that was beginning to form over the king's body. Varian though just let out a savage roar, the warrior's bloodlust coursing through his body and causing his muscles to gain in size, the high-king immediately putting his boosted strength to use in ravaging the much smaller male, who's muffled moans echoed out from that chasm between the titan's vast pectorals, in which Gordon had once again shoved his head.

"Nnngh, damn, you're pretty good, don't think your king will be able hold back much longer," the warrior grinned as his colossal balls started to tighten, his herculean body quaking in ecstasy as pleasure coursed through him, the hunk barely managing to hold himself back, distracting himself by bouncing his goliath pecs around the thief's head again. Gordon though was intent on pushing Varian over the edge, and so his hands had crept back to the giant's huge nubs, grabbing them tightly and twisting them harshly, the former-gladiator jolting and letting out a near-deafening roar which shook his chambers, and likely much more of the keep to it's very foundations.

"Fuck! Here it... comes!" the king threw his head back, grabbing onto Gordon tightly as he forced every inch of his monstrous meatpole back inside him, before it unleashed the warrior's thick, plentiful torrent of hot jizz, litres of the stuff, gallons even, being blasted into the thief, who could only pull his head back out from between Varian's colossal pecs, yelling out as he himself shot his own load over the stud's bulging eight-pack, though it paled in comparison to the deluge gushing through his system, the rogue's stomach slowly pushing out more as Varian's excess spooge gathered inside it.

It wasn't long before Gordon felt well and truly full, the rogue quickly working to pull himself off that gargantuan cock, which was made much easier by the strength of the brute's orgasm. Pretty soon he'd prised himself free, falling forward, draped across Varian's mighty torso, as his king's load was now free to paint the ceiling and fall in huge globs, covering much of the surrounding furniture in the stuff. The sight alone was enough to throw the thief into a second climax, "Hnngh! Damn!" Gordon cried out, though even his second load finished long before the high-king's flood even began to weaken. Eventually though eventually both men would come down from their highs, and Varian's torrent would finally cease, his goliath pectorals heaving madly as he panted for breath, the oversized slabs of muscle completely splattered in his thick cream. The thief quickly caught his own breath before leaning in and nuzzling against the cum-caked slabs, the warrior slumping back on his seed-soaked bedsheets and murring contently.

"Mmmrr, you'll have to steal from me more often," he snickered, before he and the much smaller male drifted off the sleep, the guardsmen outside would surely be in for a shock when they went in to wake the king the next morning.