Malfurion pressed his oiled body against Illidan’s firm buttocks. He twisted the little red cup further into his brother’s gaping butthole, smiling with sick pleasure as Illidan groaned with a mix of pain and ecstasy.
“Tyrande says this is just like Elune blessing us with a moon baby. Haven’t you always wanted a moon baby?" Malfurion spoke softly, the fringe of his beard tickling Illidan’s ear.
"Moon babies give me a boneeeeeer." And it was true.