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Westfall Hospitality	By : ThoughtsinChaos Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 8327 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Just some drabble I had laying around that devolved into smut. Haven't decided if it will grow from here, I guess that would depend on all of you. Either way, enjoy!

The storm was as violent as it was sudden, punishing the ship that sailed from Ratchet to Booty Bay. The few passengers on board helped her Goblin crew to desperately keep the vessel in one piece, lanterns feebly attempting to illuminate the all consuming darkness that was sporadically broken by brilliant flashes of forked lightning overhead. A large Tauren, big by even his own race's standards, struggled to keep his balance on the treacherous sea drenched deck as two Goblins frantically tried to tie down the end of the thick rope he and a Draenei gripped tight. Muscles strained and screamed their protest under his soaked, black furred skin as his hooves began to slip along the deck before abruptly being yanked suddenly upwards as the sail they had been trying to pin down defiantly unfurled into the savage winds, crashing him into mast before throwing both himself and the Draenei overboard into the dark depths of the ocean. Waves threw him around and buffeted him, picking him up just to throw him into the murky depths once again like a child would carelessly throw around a toy. Dazed and injured he barely managed to break the surface and gasped for breath, the salt water blinding his vision as he vainly searched for a sign of the ship.

Suddenly a brilliant light flared in the darkness, something aboard the ship had caught fire and the sounds of panicked screams were carried to him over the roar of the squall. Fear gripped his heart as he watched the angry waters started to pull the vessel along with her passengers and crew into the unforgiving depths. Debris was thrown into the foamy waters and he grasped at a large piece of flotsam to keep from slipping under again. Hauling his bulk as best he could onto it he rode out the violent waters as best he could. Before long his endurance had reached it's limit and through pain and exhaustion he finally passed out.

A light breeze ruffled the Tauren's tangled mane as the dawning sun shone with the sea lazily lapping at his legs, the slight chill slowly bringing him back to conciousness. Slowly opening his eyes he squinted against the sunlight reflecting off the water's surface that dazzled him. Strong aching pain seemed to fill his entire being but in it's own way was a good sign, if he could feel it meant he at least wasn't dead. Closing his eyes he simply lay there for a few moments, making a mental list of his possible injuries. Breathing sent constant pangs of pain so he figured he had bruised or cracked, if not actually broken a few of his ribs. There was a strong throbbing sensation on his right shoulder witch the bull lightly probed with a large digit of his right hand, the warm wetness it came away with confirming his guess of a laceration. Though it seemed to be a long tear fortunately it wasn't a deep one. Slowly he began testing his legs, moving one and then the other and was relieved to find nothing more damaging then bruises and abrasions.

Opening his eyes again he slowly sat up, his exhausted body protesting every inch as he did so. Looking around him the sandy shoreline of the beach seemed to stretch for miles in each direction and he began to wonder just where he had ended up. The sand ended about fifty or so yards away, giving way to steep banks of rock and dirt that was crested with long golden grass lazily swished back and forth at the wind's desire. His head roared in pain and his vision was swallowed by a sense of vertigo has he got to his feet, threatening to send him down again. Through sheer force of will he pushed it aside and after finding a large piece of wood, likely wreckage from the goblin ship, to use as a make shift walking staff he began an arduous trek along the shore line. His first task; finding out just exactly where he washed up.

The wagon trundled down the road at a leisurely pace, the young woman at the reigns letting the two large work horses set their own pace for the way home. One of the few farming people left in all of Westfall her tiny farm was one of the only sources of fresh food for Sentinel Hill. Even though she now lived alone on her small homestead she refused to give it up, working twice as hard to keep it after her husband had died in Stormwind during the zombie epidemic when the Lich King had resurfaced. It had been a hectic morning during her delivery, so many new faces were there as well as the old ones returning from Northrend to rebuild the small outpost. Arthas has been defeated and people were slowly starting to return to Westfall, especially since Vancleef and his band of Defias cronies had been dealt with by a band of passing adventurers. Maybe at this rate Moonbrook would once again come to life? It had been deserted for so long...

Her day dreaming had her off guard when she suddenly found herself surrounded by an ambush of one of the Gnoll tribes that plagued the area. Slobbering jaws snapped at her horses as they reared up in fear, forelegs kicking out at attackers while even more clambered onto the back of the empty cart. The largest grabbed her long honey blond hair and roughly pulled her from the wagon, “More bones to gnaw on!” it heckled, fetid breath wafting in her face as a broad tongue licked it's toothy muzzle in anticipation. It growled an snapped viciously at a second that had come to close to the pack leader's prize. She struggled frantically to break the creature's crushing grip, screaming in vain for someone to help her but knowing there was not a soul for miles.

Suddenly a challenging shout roared over the noise the Gnolls were making before two of the flea riddled beasts flew overhead. The pack leader spun around, jerking the woman viciously as he did so, and barked orders to the rest of his pack. The scent of blood was already in the air, whatever was foolish enough to attack them was already injured. Throwing his future meal back against the wheel of the cart he howled and charge straight at the enemy.

Wounded as he was, the vermin Gnolls posed no challenge. He had faced far greater threats in his travels than a few mange infested mongrels and he swung his staff in a broad arc, lifting one gnoll of it's feet and sent it flying before bringing it down and crushing the skull of another. The sturdy timber broke under the impact leaving the piece he had left in his hand with a wicked point. Without any loss of momentum he dodged to the left avoiding another clumsy attack before shoving the wood through the beast's ribs and tearing it's club from it's dying paws. After swiftly disposing of two more only the Pack Leader remained. The Hyena like beast growled in both anger and fear. This big bull-man like thing he had never seen before had completely obliterated his pack. With a warlike howl it charged, “Kill!”

The Tauren measured the closing distance between himself an the large gnoll, smashing the earth with his hoof once he deemed it was close enough. Stunned by the war stomp it was left completely defenceless as the two long wicked looking horns sank deep into his chest and with a jerk of the thick neck was flung into the air. Pack Leader was dead before his body even hit the ground.

The woman clutched at the back of her head where it had connected with the wheel when the gnoll had tossed her, leaving her slightly dazed for a few moments. When she stood up she gasped; all of her ambushers lay dead, a large black furred, bleeding Tauren standing in the middle of the carnage. His fearsome appearance scared her, yet he had just rescued her from being eaten alive. He was breathing heavily as he uttered something to her, the harsh Orcish language strange and alien on her ears and she shook her head, a sign that she didn't understand. Frustrated he took a step towards her, asking his question again more demandingly this time ans she shrank back against the wood of her wagon.

He sighed, the language barrier was to great and he didn't know how much longer he could stay on his feet. Hungry, dehydrated and exhausted a thought came to him. Making a gesture like he was drinking and then pointing to her the message got across; he wanted water. Nodding she turned around and pulled a large water skin from the back of the cart. She jumped when she turned around, somehow in that brief moment he had closed the gap between them without making the slightest sound. Cautiously the human handed the skin over, uncorking it in the process. He drank greedily but his fatigue this close to her could not be hidden; it was slight but she could see it in his frame that it was taking all his effort to simply stand upright. After a little hesitation she motioned toward the back of her cart until he got the hint and painfully climbed aboard.

Fight though he might, it wasn't long before the motion of travelling finally sent his tired mind and body under the blissful blackness of sleep.

The farm girl looked upon the sleeping Tauren, he almost looked peaceful as he slumbered on top of the fresh hay, the evening setting sun peeking through the barn's timber walls and played along the soft, dark fur. He had been to big to try to get through the front door so she had made him as comfortable as she could in here. Setting the tray of cheese, fruits and water aside quietly she crept closer. This was one of the fearsome Horde? One that all the soldiers, adventures and the like had tried so hard to get her to blindly hate and fear without ever actually seeing one? The majority of the Horde, she had concluded, more than likely wanted peace as much as a good amount of the Alliance. Not the adventures or the King's armies and so forth, but the everyday people like herself. Civilians who were sick and tired of having to be scared of one catastrophic, devastating war after another with each side blaming the other for their misfortunes.
She was right beside the sleeping bull now, his chest rising and falling steadily. She still couldn't get over his size, he was easily the biggest thing she'd ever seen and that was including all the Draenei that had come through Westfall in recent years to help with the Defias problem which still lingered on for some time after Vancleef's death. A part of her began to wonder if every part of him was so unbelievably large... the thought sent a thrilling tingle through her stomach and between her thighs.
Through the fog of sleep the scent of food called him, the soft bedding underneath and the smell of leather, oils and drying herbs telling him he was in some sort of building, a farmer's barn perhaps. Familiar pressure of bandages around wounds alerted him to the fact that someone was at least concerned about his welfare and that he must be safe for the time being. There was a faint shuffle through the straw laden floor; he was not alone it seemed. Keeping his eyes close he kept up the illusion of sleep, his ears flicked every now and again as he tracked the sound of the foot steps. They were to loud to be an animal like a rat, far to light and quiet to be an armoured enemy. As it approached even closer a new scent wound it's way seductively into his nostrils and it took all he had not to break out into a knowing grin. It was a woman. The same woman, perhaps, that was the human he had come across being accosted by lowly gnolls.
She was right next to him now, kneeling beside him and marvelled at his heavily muscled form. With a tentative hand she reached out to stroke the fur just below his bandaged injured shoulder. A yelp of surprise escaped her when a huge hand clamped around her wrist, jerking her aside until she found herself pinned under what had to be close to seven hundred pounds of solid Tauren. His face was mere inches from hers, his long black horns almost touching the straw under her on either side of her head. Briefly she wondered if he had ever used them to gore enemies in battle, for there was no doubt he was a warrior. Intensely he held her gaze, hazel eyes locked with her own green ones.
She lay stock still, feeling his heavy breath on her skin as he sniffed her neck before his rough tongue ran along her exposed collarbone, a gasp escaping her. She struggled, trying in vain to get away as conflicting feelings clashed inside her. Jerking the wrist he held above her head she stopped, the look in his eye challenging as he easily manoeuvred her other arm until both her wrists were engulfed in his big meaty fist. He made a show of inhaling her scent and then it dawned on her, he could smell her arousal from her earlier thoughts. Blushing, she closed her eyes and turned her head away in embarrassment but this the biped bovine just ignored, his tongue once again tasting the soft creamy skin of her neck. The farm girl surprised herself when she moaned, the Tauren's long tongue delved between her generous bosom that was exposed in the low cut cotton blouse. Soon he had her struggling again but this time for entirely different motives.
With his free hand he easily tore away the cloth separating him and his hostess, the buttons flying away under the assault. He smirked as he looked down at her, the soft mounds of flesh topped with hard nipples begging for him. Taking one in his mouth he suckled like a calf while the other was kneaded with his free hand, occasionally pinching the small pink nub between his fingers, delighting in the sounds his ministrations called from the human.
Her eyes widened when she began to feel a hardness growing and pressing on her stomach through the unnamed Tauren's tattered pants. Her body, now with a mind of it's own began to squirm against this protrusion. The silken fur of his chest rubbed against her stomach was a strange yet not unpleasant sensation. She mewled as he bit lightly her nipple, sucked, then released it. Releasing her hands he pushed himself up to his feet, his broad figure towering above her, smirking when her eyes widened at the sight of what had been rubbing at her belly.
His erection was rock hard and had somehow partly worked it's way past the waistband of his pants; the thick, pierced head roughly the size of her fist weeped with thick pre-cum the jewellery that adorned it seemed to glow in the waning light. She shook her head in disbelief when she caught the expectant look in his lust hazed eyes, there was no way she could take that! But the warrior was having none of it and peeled off the remains of his pitiful garments, the true size of his member revealed with large, heavy black skinned testicles and her mouth fell open in shock. Pressing his advantage he ripped the skirt away from her, leaving the girl in nothing more than her underwear, already wet from arousal. Gripping one leg and then the other he hoisted her in the air to bring her flush against him; his face between the apex of her thighs and her own pressed up against his own need. With one arm securely around her waist he pulled the flimsy material to one side and tasted her in one broad lick then flicked his tongue against the sensitive nub of her clit. She moaned loudly, allowing him to force his cock head past her lips and into her warm mouth. Readjusting his grip on the girl the warrior began to thrust himself further into the blissful wet warmth.
The farm girl moaned in both protest at the large invader forced into her mouth and the delicious attention that was being forced upon her snatch. Instinctively she wrapped her hands around as much of his huge girth as possible to stop him from attempting to force it all down her throat. A mix of saliva and pre-cum ran down the large shaft as she attempted to work her tongue around what had already managed to get inside her mouth, the cock becoming slick as she worked him furiously with her hands. Moans turned into screams that hummed through the hard meat as he wormed one of his large fingers into her willing quim. Her throat stretched and she gagged as he forced more of himself inside her, the world starting to spin before the warrior allowed her air once more. The fingering in her hole became more intense as he roughly pounded her with his didget, the pace fast and unforgiving. It wasn't long before the human came, shrieking on his dick and juices soaking his hand.
The farm girl was dazed as he laid her back down on the straw. After an awkward moment he managed to lower himself so he was sitting above her stomach, his thick and heavy Tauren-hood lay in the cleavage of her large breasts. Pushing the tit-flesh together he began to thrust, again pinching the pert pink nipples between thumb and finger. Pulling them upwards and together so their weight was pulling on the entrapped nubs he continued his titty fuck. The human writhed beneath him as the pain melded with pleasure, wanton moans filling the sex scented air. Without realising it she took the head of his cock into her mouth again, willingly this time, as it appeared from between the cleavage of her boobs. He began a pattern of kneading, pinching and pulling, his thrusts getting more frenzied until his balls finally tensed and with a growl he sprayed the woman with load after monstrous load of his seed. It coated her hair, face and chest.
Feeling disinclined to move he looked around the barn, keeping the girl trapped underneath him. There was a shelf not far from them lined with first aid supplies and bottles, some empty, other's not. Picking one up that was only half used he uncorked it and sniffed at the red liquid inside. Healing potions. Not the most potent quality but given enough it had apparently worked it's magic on his most severe injuries; his chest for example, while still sore, allowed him to breathe without difficulty. Pouring the contents out of the glass and into his palm he began working it over his rod, quite pleased with himself thus far with the impression he had left on his impromptu nurse.
She watched in an almost trance like state as the Tauren slathered his tool in the healing potion, her mind not quite up to pace with why he would be doing such a thing. Settling himself between her legs he tugged off her panties and guided his cock into her tight hole. Slowly he inched his way inside her, hissing something in taurahe, she letting out an almost banshee like wail. When he hit her cervix he stopped, giving them both time to adjust to each other. Her tightness clamped around him like a heated vice, he hadn't felt anything like it before. It dawned on him that there might have been a probability that he could be her first, or that he had now ruined her. The thought gave him some sort of smug satisfaction that now, try as they might, no human man would ever be able to please her the way a tauren could. Bracing her legs against his chest he began to move.
The farm girl could hardly believe it, she truly didn't think that she would be able to take the horde warrior. He stuffed her so utterly and completely she was stretched to bursting, every thick vein that ran along the massive cock added it's own stimulation to the tortuously slow fucking. Her core began to feel pleasantly strange every time the warm metal of his unusual enchanted piercing struck home and before long he was actually pushing past it, without causing her any pain or discomfort. Huge balls started slapping against her ass as he sheathed himself completely, picking up his pace and pushing all the way into her womb. Daring a peek she was shocked an amazed to see her stomach distended with each impaling thrust. Grasping her hips he rolled backward so she was on top of him. The sudden jolt from the change of position left her breathless and for a moment she couldn't move with such a large thing inside her. Showing that he was not without patience he waited so she could set the initial pace. Eventually the girl found her feet, braced her hands against the broad chest and began to move.
This time it was his turn to groan, every time their thighs met the girl would roll her hips in the most delicious way. Leaving one hand on her hip the other began to once again pleasurably torture one of her cum covered tits. Before long both hands were kneading the flesh and pulling at her pink nipples as she bounced vigorously on his shaft. She was screaming something in common he couldn't understand but her tone in which she said them spoke volumes. She was fucking the enemy and she was enjoying it immensely. He began to move his own hips now, impaling her harder as she came down on him causing her rambling to become incoherent babbling and shrieks. They were both close now, their coupling becoming more argent as the sound of slapping flesh became rapid pace. The farm girl came, one long cry of ecstasy ripping from her throat as her body went rigid, the Tauren beneath her continued to slam home until he to raced over the edge, buried himself inside and coated her walls with his essence shot after shot. Exhausted she fell on top of him, only vaguely aware when he moved that he was still hard.
Rolling her off him he plucked the almost empty jar of healing potion up from where he had placed it. Running a large finger around the inside of the glass he gathered up as much as he could. With his free hand wrapped his arm around the waist of her limp form and pulled her ass toward him. Spreading plump cheeks he liberally slathered it around and eventually inside her puckered hole. All she could do at this point was moan helplessly as the great cock head prodded against and finally into her back entrance. His breath was hot and heavy on the back of her neck as he swiftly slammed into her, causing her to scream in surprise, pain and pleasure. The hard thrusts shook her forward, tits prodded and scraped by the hay underneath them. His sac tapped her clit in time with the ass pounding he was giving her, stimulating her already overloaded senses. The pace was fast, harsh and punishing; she was convinced he had completely destroyed her ass hole and she didn't care. For the third time she came, screaming to the light, thanking it for bringing this beast of mortal across her path and pleading with it to have the Tauren stay with her and for him not to stop. When he was finally ready to come again she squirmed as he exploded in her ass, filling her up until finally he shot no more.
Tired and worn out his deflating member slowly came out of her hole with a wet pop and he gathered the mess covered maiden in his arms. Naked, caked in cum and covered in straw she promptly fell asleep snuggled up against his warm furry body. Contented for the mean time he took a piece of fruit from the tray she had bought in with her and decided to perhaps, if he was careful, stay on for a while. Besides, who was he to turn down such accommodating Westfall hospitality?
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