The Nexus was a strange place filled with even stranger people in but Kharazim had liked it so far. It was the perfect place to exercise his abilities and also to see how these other warriors fought. One of them stood out for him though, an orc if he remembered it correctly who fight in a similar way. Instead of fists, Samuro did his battles with a sword and alot of trickery and for some reason, Kharazim couldn’t h elp but feel… Familiar with it somehow. Perhaps he would have done something similar if he chosen a sword instead of fists? The two of them had fought on the same side today and it had been something Kharazim had enjoyed, he wanted to find him and thank him for it. Finding the orc wasn’t difficult as he was an enormous man, now meditating abit out of the way in a forest copse. “Greetings.” said Kharazim and made a formal bow which got the orc’s attention. Samuro rose up with surprising agility for someone of his size and his eyes scanned who had just greeted him. “Ah, it is you. What can i do for you?”
“I wished to express my thanks for our previous battle. You saved me more than a few time.” While talking, Kharazim’s eyes trailed off over Samuro’s impressive body. Those mountains of muscles, flexing underneath the tightly spread skin with each subtle movement but what stood out the most was the scents. His nostrils flared as he took in Samuro’s masculine scents that were rich and earthy but also smelled of pure, hard work and sweat. It made the monk lose his focus for a moment, something Samuro noticed. “Do you now? Very well, then we could consider your gratitude paid soon then.” said Samuro and looked right into Kharazim’s eyes. It wasn’t often the monk felt arousal as he had achieved full control of his body but there was something with the warrior that he felt he could lose himself in. “Hm?” He didn’t even realize Samuro had stepped in closer and when he had regained control of his wandering thoughts, the orc had embraced him and leaned in for a kiss. Samuro pressed his lips against his mouth and Kharazim could feel those large tusks pressing at his cheeks and then came the tongue, forcing its way inside him. “Mhmmpgh!” At first Kharazim struggled as a reflex but Samuro flexed his arms that were as big as a dwarven waist almost and held him firmly, hellbent determined to kiss the man before him. Kharazim felt waves and waves of pleasure clashing into him which was something he simply couldn’t resist. His body’s desire spoke loudly of what it wanted and he melted in Samuro’s arms and embraced the kiss, grabbing hold of the huge orc’s back muscles. Their tongues wrestled fiercly between their lips as they breathed heavily and Kharazim could feel how warm he got from it. The orc and human kept kissing for a long minute until they withdrew, still holding each other. “What was that?” Kharazim asked softly, tasting Samuro on his lips that had left him wanting more. “An orcish way of repaying debts and showing gratitudes on the battlefield. Consider yours paid monk.”

Kharazim had a feeling this moment would end soon considering how hard he felt between his legs, he wasn’t quite done yet and he gently jabbed Samuro’s crotch with his own to make him understand. “Not just yet.” said Kharazim and Samruo looked at him with a grin slowly spreading on his lips. “Up against the tree.” said Kharazim who didn’t want to end the tight hug just yet. The two of them slowly backed until the huge orc had the nearby tree behind him and Kharazim could see that Samuro was both curious and interested to see what would happen now. At first it started with Kharazim kissing Samuro again, a quick suckle on those lips to get him going and then he slid down with his face until he had the orc’s boulder-like pectoral before him and the large nipple which he planted his lips on quickly. Samuro growled in approval and placed his calloused hand on the back of Kharazim’s skull to keep him where he wanted him. Kharazim assaulted the nipple with his tongue, striking it several times before licking across the sensetive part a few times, he could feel Samuro’s chest beat louder from the excitement now. Moving on, Kharazim went to the real prize he had been out after today, the blademaster’s armpit. Already he could feel the powerful musky scents coming from it. “Lift up your arm.” he said and Samuro obeyed at once. “Heh, you surprise me monk. I thought you were above this.” said the orc with a teasing tone. Kharazim didn’t pay attention because right before his eyes laid Samuro’s hairy pit, moist with sweat from today’s activities and the powerful scent that now assaulted his nostrils were impossible to resist. “Mmfmmm…” he sighed deeply, feeling those earthy scents filling up his nostrils… How could this orc smell so great? Kharazim breathed in deeply several times more and felt his arosual hit its peak which made him press his face right against the pit and lick it. “Mhm, very good.” approved Samuro who felt the monk’s tongue licking his warrior body. Kharazim could feel the salty, exotic and sharp flavors dancing on his tongue with each lick and how it got stuck on his lips from the kisses. He also felt how the fresh sweat got stuck on his face and facial hair, something that would guarantee Samuro’s scents on him for quite a while. The monk welcomed that. The monk fell into a trance which bestood of him licking the orc’s hairy pit for more than just a few minutes and he would have continued if Samuro hadn’t stopped him. “You forgot one.” he growled and forced Kharazim’s face into his second, unattended armpit. The monk found even greater arosual this time because the fresh, sweaty scents were stronger in this pit or it was just his imagination, it didn’t matter. Samuro enjoyed this kind of attention alot and he closed his eyes to let the human do what he had wished, purring loudly with a wide smile on his face. Suddenly he felt a hand traveling down his body, far enough to grab his erection tucked behind his leggings and underwear. “Mhm! Enough.” said Samuro and plucked out the monk from his armpit who’s face was coated with orcish sweat now. “I shall show you what happens if you arouse an orc, monk…” said Samuro as he undid the belt holding up his pants. Finally thought Kharazim as he watched the orc’s motions. Samuro slid off his red leggings and showed just how aroused he really was. The sweaty looking fundoshi couldn’t contain the orc’s erection any longer and Kharazim could see the sides of that meaty pole crystal clear. Two heavy looking balls had slipped out of the fabric that needed some special attention shortly. “I hope you squirm… I shall enjoy this.” said Samuro as he undid the fundoshi. Kharazim had already slipped out his own casual robe as if he had been water and Samuro watched with great anticipation as the monk also took of his underwear, leaving them both as naked as men should be. “Have no fear Blademaster. I’ve been wanting this as much as yo-” Suddenly a horn blarred out in the distance which took both their attention, causing the orc to grumble and spit out a few words of orcish profanity. “Curses, they are gathering us for another meeting.” growled Samuro in frustration.

Kharazim felt a wave of disappointment within him as they were forced to quit. “Oh. I see. Perha-” Kharazim was just about to suggest another meeting when he felt Samuro’s lips on him again, this time a short kiss. “I’ll find you tonight and we will continue this, i swear it.” said Samuro, giving the monk a lick on his cheek. “Good. I will look forward to it.” He was in no hurry to put on his clothes and enjoyed the nudity while Samuro hastily put on his belongings, now sporting a very visible erection between his pants and said his goodbyes. When the orc was gone, Kharazim began to put on his own clothes, still feeling incredibly aroused to the point abit of pre had formed on the tip of his cock. “Hm?” Just as he was about to pick up his fundoshi, there was something off with it. This wasn’t his, it was Samuro’s… And it smelled very heavily off him. “You left a gift to me Blademaster…” chuckled the monk and picked up the fabric. He looked around him and saw he was alone and then pressed the fabric right against his nose to inhale. The sensation of all those orcish sexual scents almost knocked him off his feet and if he didn’t pull it away he would have been forced to masturbate here and there. “Ngh… I will have some fun with this later…” mumbled Kharazim and tucked it away. He had a date to prepare for now…