So here’s a little more backstory on Ri’lael before he met Jah’lih. Quite pleased with how this turned out and I know the gay femboy stuff isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but I just think it’s cute okay! Plenty of non-gay stuff to come in the near future. For now enjoy!
“Ya be right ‘mon. Dis Darkspear boy makin’ a fine hole for ‘me cock alright.” The large Amani proclaimed, his large emerald three-pronged hands keeping Ri’lael’s knees firmly parted from one another while his muscular hips drilled his probing cock ever deeper inside the Darkspear.
“Be honest wid’ us boy, ya came all de way to Zandalar for a real troll didn’t ya? Dey ain’t keepin’ a bitch like you well used in da’ horde ey? Lil’ E’chuta!” The beefy Amani below him added, his massive biceps keeping the boy in an arm lock while the pair of them pummeled their cocks into him. Ri’lael’s own arms were the polar opposite of the Amani ones, and they ached from the thick biceps squeezing relentlessly down on his blue twigs in comparison.
His words couldn’t have rang any more hollow with Ri’lael, he hadn’t come here to be fucked by lesser tribe trolls like the Amani. They were a failed tribe and easily led by others, honor less and fractured. Yet still existed to posture and taunt as if they counted for anything anymore. This ‘arrangement’ was merely to allow Ri’lael to have a roof over his head and warm meals in his tummy while he learned the ways of the Zandalari druids. The irony wasn’t lost on him that he looked down upon Amani in the same way the Zandalari likely looked down upon him and his lowborn standing.
“Ah yeah! Dat be right faddas! I came for de big Amani cock and de strong Amani trolls! Gimme dat thick mojo, mons!” Ri’lael moaned out with his gentle feminine voice. It was fortunate for the Darkspear boy that he was as gay as they came, otherwise this arrangement might be far less pleasurable for him. Though his words were more sweetly sprinkled for their benefit, he most certainly hadn’t come to be an Amani pin cushion for cock - but it helped end things more quickly if he played along. His honeyed words had the effect they wanted. Their grunts and groans of pleasured approval spurred their hips into fast pumping thrusts that put even the most well oiled goblin pistons to shame.
“Good ‘ting I didn’t kill ya back ‘den ey boy? Heheheh.” The Amani facing down at him thought best to remind him of that unfortunate and much less civil first encounter.
Having come to Zandalar with nought but his spear, his loincloth and a dream in his heart - he had no home and no readily available food outside of hunting. Hunting in the jungle alone wasn’t advisable to even the mightiest of trolls. He had entered the Sandfury enclave in hopes of being taken in, but they chased him out. He then went to the Amani, but his mere presence felt like an insult to their fallen brothers in which the Horde and the Darkspear had participated in.
The Amani presently pulling his legs apart had previously lept on him with intent to kill at that first encounter. He had lifted the boy in one hand by his neck, squeezing his throat with the desire to crush it like an insect under heel. Yet Ri’lael’s gentle beauty and weakness stayed his hand and intrigued the Amani.
An arrangement was struck and it was simple enough. He would cook, clean weapons & armor, repair their clothes and pay tribute to the Amani loa. He was also beholden to the sexual urges of any male in the tribe who desired to lay with him, of which there were quite a few considering the low amount of remaining Amani females. It wasn’t uncommon for Ri’lael to pleasure four or five Amani in a single evening.
Months of this arrangement had worn on him in body and mind greatly. There had to be another way to live in this land and become a druid as a troll from foreign lands. Surely something or someone could pull him from this seemingly endless cycle? He would end this arrangement and take his chances - he had to.