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 double-guess 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 was more than obvious.

I must admit, the sight was making me slightly curious, too. Not that curious, but... still, how often could you see such a thing? 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.