The Price of Information

Hey guys, sorry for the radio silence the past couple weeks. Unfortunately this image didn’t turn out as I had hoped and I was just honestly tired of looking at it/working on it that I needed to put it out. Expect more of Saran in the future! 

 Short Story:

“I know where ya target be, pretty.” The towering Troll revealed as he grinned down beneath his mask at the boy peering up at him, the Elven emerald eyes waiting expectantly for the information he needed. “Buuut… we gonna have ta change de price.” He stated, peering at the Elf’s reaction with his three digit hands near the blades on his belt just in case.

“I already paid for the information, Darkspear. I’m not someone you want to screw over when it comes to coin.” Saran responded in his clearly noble Sin’dorei voice, his lids narrowing as he too hovered his hands near the hilts of his blades as his voice showed aggression.

“Now just be waiting a moment ‘mon. I don’t be wantin’ more coin… I just want to sweeten da deal now that we be meetin’ for da first time.” The Troll spoke, moving his three pronged hands away from his blades to help relax the tension.

“Ya be a pretty one, dere be no doubt bout that boy. So what say I give ya half of ya coin back and ya give me a piece of da pretty?”  The Troll said with raised suggestive brows, his eyes tracing over the Elf’s womanly form as he leaned down to be more level with the Elven pretty boy.

“Speak plainly for goodness sake. Half of my coin back for what?” Saran sharply replied, clearly not catching on to the Troll’s colloquialisms but showing interest in getting back his hard earned coin.

The Troll grinned again beneath his mask his thick fingers reached down to the belt of his pants and opened them at the top. He kept an unbroken gaze with the Elf as his huge blue cock flopped forward from the gap in his pants, hanging low nearly to his knee and not even fully erect - it was incredible. “Clear enough for ya, pretty? Half ya coin back and ya let me fill ya with mah mojo.”

If it wasn’t clear enough before, it certainly was now. Saran’s eyes peered at the impossibly large Troll cock dangling before him, he swallowed hard as he failed to keep a poker face in it’s presence, yet he would haggle the price none the less. “Seventy five percent of the gold back. Do we have a deal?” Saran retorted, his negotiating voice more steady than his expression would suggest.

“Deal. Take ya clothes off n’ turn round, boy. Kuba gonna beat ya booty like a war drum real good!” Kuba let out a muffled laugh from behind his mask while watching Saran begin to undress. “Dis be da price of information from Kuba when ya be pretty!” the towering blue Troll gleefully proclaimed, his cock growing long and hard as he watched the Elf’s supple and tender skin come into view as the outfit parted from it. By the time Saran was naked, the Troll was more than ready to begin. And begin he did.

[Kuba would go on to become one of Saran’s most regular and trusted information sources within the Halls of Shadow.]

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