Stick around

My ideas of Night Elves were formed entirely from what I had read in the books about them. The sight of these two wrestlers truly made me question what I knew about their culture... and it also made me curious about how far they’d go. As tired as I was getting, there was no chance I’d miss out seeing how their sparring finished. The dirty tactics they used to win were dubious, at best. Nothing was off the table!

A few more rounds passed by and their skill level was as equal as it would get. Each round would be won by a last-minute twist or turn, a reversal or a technique that seemingly came out of nowhere. A finger would be inserted in a hole, a cock would be brushed against said hole, or perhaps slapped or thrust inside of a mouth. It was... intriguing to watch and, perhaps, they were having a bit too much fun doing this. Their faces would not show it, but the fact that their cocks were hard for the last few rounds spelled it clear.

The sight was making me strangely curious, too. Not that curious, but... still, how often could you see such a spectacle? I kept wondering if the two of them would turn the wrestling into something more... exciting, perhaps? Surprisingly, the thought alone sent a jolt through my loins.