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Tales from Moon Guard: Chrysia	By : miladygrimm Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 5667 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hours later her leg was free of the teeth. Torn and bruised flesh hung against her legs like half tied ribbons. Her robes were caked in sweat but she felt cold. Her body shook and the world seemed brighter and dimmer all at once.
The tauren pushed another canteen into her hands and motioned for her to drink. She didn't argue. She took a long swig of the contents. It was some sort of ehrb ridden water, strong against her tongue, but her stomach kept it down.
The tauren picked up the bit of carved wood and scratched new symbols into it using the knife caked with her blood. When he pressed it to the ground it began to glow once more. But suddenly she felt better. She could almost feel the healing energies of the object flowing over her leg and offering up energy. Her leg began to knit together. It hurt, the dull ache of weeks of healing over minutes. Her muscle twitched and spasmed with the healing and she bit her lip to keep from screaming.
The orc reached out and took her hand and the tauren placed a hand on he rhip to keep her still as the healing took effect.
When it was over her leg was a myriad of whiskey colored bruises. Yellows and brows wove their way over pale pink scars. It was not the complete healing of a priests, but it was a months worth of healing in a few months so she would not complain. She gingerly circled her ankle. The bones were where they ought to be but they were still very tender to move.
“Thank you.” she says lifting her gaze to the spotted bull.
He bowed his head and glanced away and said something in response. She took it to mean 'your welcome', if spoken shyly.
The two males exchanged some words and then motioned up to the sky. She could see it too, even through the density of the tree. Dark clouds had formed on the horizon and were making way their direction, quickly.
The orc pointed up the slope towards the high ground. The Tauren nodded. Before she could do anything else the tauren knelt and scooped her up, holding him against his chest as the group moved uphill. She couldn't argue, there as no way her still sore leg was going to carry her up that slope. She hung unto his shoulder and curled against him in safety.
He looked at her strangely as she moved closer, then she felt something relax. He looked down at her with a softness in his honey eyes. She felt a desire to touch his face. Weary with the days shenanigans she couldn't think of a good reason not to. With pale fingers she reached out and stroked the outline of one spot that encircled his eye. The fur was softer than she expected to be. Her hand worked its way down his neck to his chest. It wasn't until she felt the unimaginable softness of the chest-fur that she realized how intimate the gesture was.
He had stopped moving. He looked down at her once more. His fingers were clutching her firmer than before. She heard him swallow. He shook his head and continued up the slope carefully not looking at her. She tucked her wandering hand into her lap and stayed still.
When the tauren made it up the short hill the orc was already there clearing out a spot. The tauren set her down and the pair of Horde-men set to making camp. With training born of repetition they set up a leather tent and unrolled furs to make a large pallet.
Were they going to share the same make-shift bed? She opened her mouth to argue and then realized what a futile gesture that would be. Besides she was too tired to do much more than muster a passing thought of prudeness. When it was set they all retired to the tent.
The tent was surprisingly warm and comfortable. She found herself sprawling out in the center of it. She wasn't sure if it was stress, blood loss, or the warmth, but Chrysia felt sleep was fast approaching. The orc laid down behind her and curled against her back. The tauren put his back too her seeming to try not to touch her. A feat in and of itself since the tent had been made for two. In moments she was warm and moments after that sleep sucked her under.
She woke, sometime in the night, when lightening cracked through the sky. The positions of the group had reversed. The bull was tucked against her back and her arm was slung around the orcs middle.
She wished she knew their names. They had helped her, offered her warmth, and a place to rest her head. Continuing to call them by their races felt rude. She wondered why they had helped her. They were, after all, at war. What were these two doing in Astranar? They contested territory historically belonged to the Night Elves. The only time the Horde ventured this way was to scout for potential attacks.
The orc seemed a likely sort for a scout. He was quick and mobile. He wore lighter armors and had weapons that made no sound when he moved. But the large tauren? No matter how lightly armored it seemed unlikely that sneaking was high on his skills. Though she had seen some members of the Horde take the form of ghostly beasts. Tumor even had it that the Dranei, new allies of the Alliance, could do the same.
Maybe they were scouts then. So why help her? She couldn't ask them. She couldn't even thank them. Her knowledge of the races was ridiculously poor. The tauren stirred in his sleep and pulled her closer. His braid tickled her neck. Nearly all the tauren she had seen had braids of some kind. Did they have some meaning? Or was is just a preferred style?
And she wondered also how old the orc was. Oh, he was old enough to be a force fo the Horde, but what age was that for his kind? How long did orcs live?
The orc turned over in her arms suddenly, almost as if sensing she was thinking of him. He was awake, and from the clear look in his gaze he had been for sometime. Up close she could see the streaks of yellow and orange that ran rampant in his eyes. It looked as if the sunset itself had colored them. His face was broad and flat with am upturned beastial nose. Yet there was a violent beauty to him. From the high broad forehead to the elongated tusk-like teeth that protruded against his mouth.
There was something feline about his features, aside from the nose of course. He was not as monstrous as she had thought.
He placed a hand on her hip. She didn't try to stop him. He tightened his grip and dipped her mouth to hers. She lifted her head to accept the kiss. Chrysia felt the hard press of his tusks followed by the softness of his mouth. She tilted her head to one side and darted her tongue out to taste his. He made a low sound in his throat and pressed his svelte form against her.
She rolled unto her back and he followed, keeping their mouths together. She pressed to the furs, and could feel the ferns beneath crush beneath their weight. The air, already smelling heavily of rain, smelled now of fern and moss.
With the eager hands of youth he began to push her skirts up.
“Wait, wait!” she said. “I don't even know your name.”
He looked down at her. She could see the struggle to understand in his eyes.
She placed a hand on her chest and patted, “Chrysia.”
A moment passed and then understanding dawned. He patted his own chest and said, “Oghan.”
“Oghan.” she repeated.
“Takka,” a third, now familiar, voice rumbled.
Chrysia blushed as she remembered their third companion. She felt ashamed that she had let her body rule her mind.
“I'm sorry, Takka,” she said moving to pull her skirt back into place. Both males stopped her. She glanced between them in confusion. Oghan was already lowering his mouth to her neck, offering her skin kisses coupled with the scrap of fang. But Takka was looking at her with blatant desire.
Takka's leather skirt was pulled up around his hips. His manhood exposed. A long pink rod slender at the tip and thick at the base, was protruding from his fuzzy sack. Once again she stared at him but this time Takka chuckled appreciatively at her gaze. It was a slow and rumbling sound, mimicking the thunder that surrounded the forest.
Oghan tugged at the bodice of her robes. Chrysia turned to offer her back and the laces that held it all in place. His quick fingers made easy work of the fabric and in moments it was off. Her breasts were pale in the darkened night. Oghan's wandering mouth found her nipple while she was caught in Takka's hungry gaze. Her eyes rolled back and a low moan escaped her lips. Moments later she felt a long rough tongue against her other nipple.
She looked down and saw both males, one at either breast, eyes closed and bodies cupped against her form.
“Oh great gods of old,” she whispered to herself.
Takka did not stay still. His great head moved down her body, that textured tongue making a trek against her exposed skin. She watched his spotted head go over her side, her belly, even her hip. His hand took her knee and spread her legs apart, mindful not to move the injured limb. His lips, showing an unexpected dexterity, tugged at the laces of her skirt and worked it open, laying the fabric beneath her. She lay there in her small-clothes. A simple dark cream fabric that was fashioned against her womanhood.
He looked at her now, a unexpected admiration filling his honey-eyed gaze. His three fingered hands gripped her knees and caressed lightly across her inner thighs, the rough pads of his thumbs and the soft hair of his fingers sliding across her bare flesh. The touch was light and more intimate than lust required.
He laid his body flat to the ground, inching forward till he was between her thighs. He picked up her injured leg and laid it over his muscular shoulder to let it rest. His great nose sniffed at her womanhood and he made a rumble of appreciation at her scent. It sent a thrill through her. With a little shake of he pressed his muzzle against her undergarments. She felt them plaster against her slit, growing wet with her own lust.
He lapped at the growing spot. She felt the pressure of his tongue from her hole to the tip of her hood and back again. He moved his head back and forth, rubbing his face against her like a beast.
Oghan's mouth continued to work her breast with more enthusiasm than skill. He made little grunts, struggling to free his shaft from his breeches.
“Let me help,” Chrysia offered. She reached forward and tugged at the straps that kept it all in place. She could see the outline of his shaft, not half so intimidating as Takka, but thicker than she had expected, pressed against the dark armor. When the lacing finally came loose he eagerly shoved them down and exposed his orcish member. It was as green as the rest of him, the shape very similar to a human males might be. At least till her eyes got to the root. The very base of him was swollen, like a knot, and a shade of green so dark it border on purple.
His hand gave himself a few strokes while he bent to put his mouth back to her breast. Chrysia placed her hand on his wrist to still his movement. Her fingers slid over his hip and she gave a little tug.
“Come here.”
He looked confused at first but moved forward. She sat up on her elbows and then opened her mouth, flicking her tongue over the tip of him. His shaft jumped against her tongue and he made a shocked sound. Did orcish women not offer this to their men? Then she thought of those sharp teeth and thought perhaps not.
Intrigued she wrapped her mouth around him and sucked gently. His hips twitched driving him deeper into her mouth. He groaned something softly, and while she didn't know the language she knew a curse when she heard it.
“Too much?” she asked pulling him from her mouth. His eyes went wide and her squirmed back towards her mouth, pushing his cock against her lips. “Poor darling...” she whispered, running just her tongue along the swollen tip. She could taste him leaking across her tongue, the sticky strong flavor of his pleasure.
Takka's hands wrapped around her hips and tugged her small-clothes down. He nuzzled his mouth against her slit, clearly not having the same qualm about oral sensuality that orcs had. His textured tongue flicked expertly against her slit. He started with the hood first, working the little sensitive bud with feather-light movements. Once her hips began to work with the movement he began to drag his tongue lower, gently prodding her hole with the appendage.
Her body was too close. That hot sensation of the height of her pleasure beginning to roll in her belly. She gripped Oghan's hips and hauled him suddenly deeper into her mouth to distract her from the impending high. She concentrated on the thick veined length, tasting the heat of his flesh. His leaking was nearly constant, the almost sour taste of his precum dribbling along her tongue. She sucked it down hungrily. She began to work her head over him, bobbing in time with the flicking of Takka's tongue.
Oghan began to pant. He thrust himself between her lips. His knot was swelling more, becoming half the size of her fist. He put a hand on the back of her head, steadying her, whispering something under his breath over and over again. She chuckled and his eyes rolled back. He pulled himself from her lips and growled another phrase.
“Cursing me only matters if I understand.” she said. She reached out with her hand to stroke her fingers across that swollen knot, curious about it's texture.
His response was a shudder.
The knot was firm against her hand, but only slightly more so than the rest of him. She ran her hand over him over and over again.
Takka's mouth dipped lower and began to flick across her anus. Her head snapped back. Chrysia had a staunch weakness from that particular pleasure. Sensing her enjoyment he gripped her hips and hauled her closer. His mouth fastened over her entire slit and he redoubled his efforts on her ass.
She gripped the back of his head. He nuzzled deeper. Chrysia threw her head back as his tongue began to probe against that little back hole. She spread her leg further open and thrust herself against that mouth and he made a low hungry groan.
He rolled his eyes up and watched her.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, lifting her mouth to lick Oghan's tip once more.
Takka Shuffled back and knelt on the furs. Then he gripped her hips and tugged her closer. In a dextrous movement he had her in his lap, facing away, her back flush with his belly. She could feel his bovine shaft against her ass. She squirmed against it and he made another rumbling sound. This close to his chest it sounded like distant thunder.
His three-fingered hands gripped her thighs and easily spread her open. The tip oh him, slender and slick, pressed against her anus. He circled his hips, slowly teasing it. He was ever so patient. His tip worked against her hole ever so gently.
“That feels so good.”
Oghan watched. He knelt about foot for him. His green fist wrapped around that nearly purple cock and stroking as he eyed the way that Takka's cock worked against her hole. His strokes were languid, seeming more too keep himself ready than to bring himself to peak. Was this typical of Horde-folk? Did they share there women so often that it was a pleasure? She didn't know...and did not care enough in the moment to give it more than a passing thought.
“Please, Takka!” she begged.
The tauren grunted and slipped the tip of his cock into her ass. It was not the first time that she had enjoyed such a pleasure but it was the first time that it had happened with no pain. He had taken such time with her that everything was soft, and the tip of him spread her slowly rather than all at once. More than that his cock seemed naturally slick, as if it lubricated itself. All she felt was the pleasureable stretch of her ass around him.
“That feels so good...” she laid her head back on Taka's chest. One of his hands wrapped around her hip, the other around her breast. He placed his hooved feet against the ground and thrust his hips up. His cock drove deeper. Her slit was leaking over him. Her body quivered. “Yes, yes yes!”
Her body twitched as an unexpected orgasm ripped through her. Takka went still and she felt her own ass twitch around the top half of his cock. As she hit the height of her own pleasure the bull rutted himself all the way to the root, bringing her height again in the span of a breath. Her slit was spilling on him, not just dribbling, but splashing wetly against his shaft.
“Takka!” she nearly screamed. “Ohh my gods Takka.”
When the pleasure subsided she fell back against him. Her breath came out haggardly.
The bull nuzzled his chin against her neck and nipped softly at her shoulder.
Oghan scooted forward, placing himself between their legs. He put a hand on her thigh sna pushed himself towards her entrance. He looked even younger now, uncertain and needy. She found herself wondering how young many years he had to his name. She looked up at him and smiled gently, wrapping one leg around his hip and pulling him into her slit. She felt the blunt thick tip of him, in contrast to the slender end of Takka. Oghan pushed all the way to that swollen knot, and laid his head against her bare breast. He shook and now she was nearly certain that Oghan hadn't known a woman before.
“Go on.” she whispered. “Do it....I want it.”
He lifted his gaze and looked down at her. She could see the question there in his face. The wordless 'are you certain?' a shock to Chrysia as she was told that orcs were relentless rapists. Takka held perfectly still behind them both, forever patient.
Could she hold both of them inside of her? She didn't know. But she was certain she wanted to try.
She wrapped her legs around Oghan. “Do it.”
He grunted and pulled back till only the blunt tip of him remained within her. Then he gathered himself and surged forward rooting himself into her. Her body resisted that knot first. Then she felt her body stretch.
“Yes, Oghan, yes!” she crooned.
Oghan's thrusts were short and deep. With that knot imbedded in her slit he couldn't pull back, but the tip of him pulsed against the deepest parts of her. Takka remained still at first. He let Oghan catch his rhythm and then began to move again. He took a much slower, longer pace in counter to Oghan's short enthusiastic thrusts. Her hands stayed on on Oghan's middle, while Takka shifted her so that her feet were perched upon his legs. She held still while she took their thrusts, three of Oghan's to each of Takka's, and it was all she could do to remain still.
“Don't stop...don't stop....don't stop,” she chanted.
Sweat accumulated on her shoulders and breasts, dripping down her body in a line. Oghan buried his face against her sweaty neck one had wrapping around her breast hard enough that she knew there would be bruises. Her hand moved along his muscular chest as her back became aware of the fur of Takka's chest. His bull head curled against her back. She forgot who she was, what she was. She could not longer feel the pain of her leg. She was nothing but sensation. She was the building lightening at her core.
Takka's hand slipped down her belly and one thick finger started to circle her clit. She went over the edge in a scream. Her entire body tightened and shivered around both men. She twitched between their bodies. She was sure was going to die, she wasn't sure she cared. Her pussy released her pleasure in a hot slick gush that drew a sound of surprise from the orcs mouth. He arched his back and thrust even deeper and before she could breath she was peaking again.
Oghan made a bestial sound, guttural and deep, and released wildly. He climaxed with a jerking of his hips and his cock filled her with a hot rush. Takka paused as Oghan thrust through his high, and then the bull began to pound. Gone was the patient tauren as he lost himself in his own pleasure. He thrust hard and deep sheathing himself all the way to his furry sack. He gripped her hips tight and began to move her over his shaft like a toy, making her bounce on both him and Oghan. The orc twitched with the new sensation.
Takka threw his head back as he filled her ass with his pleasure.
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