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A Daily Requirement	By : Panornia Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1926 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-A Daily Requirement
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Liwanu was by all nature an accomplished feral, just as his father before him; strong and cunning, quick on his feet and most assuredly nimble as he encountered foes of any kind. His most preferred form was that of a very large bear, as he preferred fighting his enemies with strength rather than agility. As a bear he was not a clumsy or lumbering creature, in spite of his size, he was very reactive and flexible to situations. His pelt was that of the most gorgeous butter-scotch tones, short in length and oddly soft like a well-groomed house cat. His right ear was pierced through with a carved piece of Shovel tusk horn, engraved with runes and the marks of both his parents, as he was most loyal to them. His nose was adorned with a heavy bull-ring as well, crafted out of the finest gold made by his grandmother’s friend, a Warlock skilled in the art of crafting jewels and metals. His most prized possession, however, was neither of these items but a third. Around his neck was a gorgeous collar crafted out of the finest pieces of leather, obtained from the supple bodies of Gazelles in the Barrens, which had a few things fastened to it. The leather itself had designs engraved into it done painstakingly by hand and was adorned with the plumes of the Tallstrider Clutchmother, a gorgeous bird of the brightest teal-blue and sea-green Azeroth had ever seen. It also had a pendant crafted out of wood and inlaid with moon-stone, in the symbol of the Goddess, and in his bear form this pendant hung just at the base of his jugular.
The large bear took no care and was rather indifferent to the stares of the citizens of any city, Neutral or Horde, as he traversed in his most exalted form. He was proud of his physique, as he should be, for all of the battles he had endured and wars he fought for the War Chief he was well toned and heavily muscled. Liwanu was nothing short of a killing machine, with a quick temper to match his sharp wit, no doubt inherited from his mother; he managed to be rather humble despite it all and could typically be heard spoken of as the “great bear”. The gawking looks were mostly obtained because of the company he kept, as of late. Like his father before him, Liwanu thought nothing of the difference in race or creed and had quickly taken a rather firm liking to a she-elf by the name of Silvi; a huntress who was young and, on occasion, rather naïve but no doubt without skill or wisdom for the ways of the world. She too was always seen accompanied by a gorgeous leopard, the rumored rare beast from the cradle of Azeroth, Sholazar Basin. She had bright red hair that she always kept pulled back and out of her face, suitable enough for their line of work, and she wore heavy chain-mail in dark hues that were somewhat splattered with blood. It was she who had given Li the gift of the collar he wore around his neck and it was his gesture of submission and love to her by wearing it for all to see, even in his Tauren form.
It was only recently that the two had discovered their feeling s had grown into more than just platonic amenities and they slowly began to spend more and more time together. They adventured much throughout rumored haunted old troll cities and temples as well as explore the more frigid reaches of the cold north together. He enjoyed following her on her expeditions looking for injured animals to take in and to train to work with her on her hunts and on her missions for the War Chief. He also enjoyed being her pet as well, taking on foes with all of his might, distracting them with a heavy body and fiercely sharpened claws as she tore into them from afar with her bow. For all of their encounters and near-death experiences the two of them were certainly starting to realize that their passion had grown into love for each other and swiftly, naturally, into lust.
Recently the duet had begun working for the Argent Tournament while Li’s parents went on to try and decipher the mysteries deep inside the Titan’s city of Ulduar. It was on one of these adventures when the sexual tension between the she-elf and brutish bear had become most apparent to them. The Grand Champion of the Argent Crusade, Eadric the Pure, had charged them with the task of defeating the risen wyrm, now dubbed Chillmaw. With the grace of their forbearers the two of them accepted the task bestowed upon them and went heartily out into the icy reaches in search of this Frost Wyrm. Politely, he waited for Silvi to call down her trusty aerial companion, a blue drake of Malygos’ own breeding. As the drake soared slowly into sight and made quite the show of landing on all fours upon the snow, Li strode up to the side of it. In bear-form as always, he lowered his haunches to the ground like a dog and allowed Silvi to step up onto his back and then rose up to bring her closer to the drake’s saddle. Once she climbed aboard he willed himself into the shape of a very large hawk and they both took to the skies of Icecrown in search of Chillmaw.
They flew around for quite some time searching far and wide until finally, in a rather remote reach of this devastated waste-land they spotted him. Large and terrifying was he and the mystery of how a flesh-less creature could still fly caused them to hover above the ground for a long moment in awe. Taking in the sight of him, getting a measure of his size and perhaps strength the two of them hit the snow. Large bear paws spread wide on the pristine ground and helped him to trek it with ease and silence and as he did so he motioned for her to climb atop him like her Hawkstrider and to let her Leopard slink amongst the shadows as he carried them safely, quietly, across the mountain range to encounter the monster. Once they were in range for Silvi’s bows to do their damage, she dismounted him to prepare for the battle. Nodding to Li as she summoned a spell to mark the creature for death, she drew her bow back taught and sent her leopard in with a loud roar. A sound like lightning, a loud crack and a flash from the heavens, disturbing the still of the night as her Leopard tore into the giant with ferocity. Li waited for a long moment as the cat provided a good distraction for him and he paced back and forth gaining rage by psyching himself up for the fight. Just when the Wyrm thought the cat defeated a large and vicious bear tore into him from the side; charging him with a strong bash to his rib cage. Li ripped at the bones and resisted the best that he could, the magic emanating from his body and his maw which attempted to burn him with the coldest of blue flames. He channeled his concentration to shield his body and his soft pelt hardened like the bark of an old tree and became rough to the touch as he pummeled the former drake into submission. Silvi launched a number of magical arrows into him, some that drained him of his imbued essence and others that slowed the ways he attacked until she finally ended it with an arrow crafted from the Arcane. The bear had exhausted any magical energy imbued in this creature by its master and that’s all that it took for Silvi to be able to land the fateful blow. Unexpectedly, however, as the Frost Wyrm fell to its demise three cultists jumped from its back to the snow and began an assault on Silvi. In her deadzone they dropped bombs and threw dynamite, attempting to subdue her amongst the explosions and rip her body to shreds with shrapnel. A loud cry came from her as her armor cracked under the pressure and cut into her right bicep, a move that sent Li into a blind rage. He flung himself at them with an anger and power only ever witnessed coming from his father before him, but perhaps now ten times more brutal and ruthless, and he defended his new found love with all of his might. He lacerated one of the cultists, ripping his jugular clean out of his neck with a very large bite from his massive jaws. He pinned another one down and grabbed her by the ankle, dragging her about much like an angry wolf before mangling her abdomen with his large claws, leaving her to bleed a slow death. Finally he subdued the third cultist, stunning him in place by rushing him, throwing his full weight against him and breaking his legs on impact. He left this one alive as well, and watched triumphantly as he tried to drag his broken body to his female counterpart who was trying desperately to force her intestinal tract back into her body and stop the bleeding. Li loped swiftly to Silvi and circled her once checking for any wounds and taking note of the one on her bicep. He straddled her body as she lay on her back in the snow and licked at the wound affectionately, trying to clean the toxins out of it that no doubt laced the weapons of the assailant. She cried out in pain beneath him and he grimaced at the thought of hurting her but continued to lap at the wound knowing it would only save her in the long run. Consumed by his quest to clean her injury and prevent any poisons from further seeping into her bloodstream, he had forgotten the victims he had left alive only a few feet away from him. The large tawny bear, at least fifteen-hundred pounds and nearly five feet five at his shoulder, loomed over the tiny she elf in a protective manner. His ears swiveled and perked forward in an instant, however, as he heard the snow crunch. Before him the surviving male had abandoned his now dead female compatriot and was trying to sneak up to impale Li at the base of his skull while he looked down. When he lifted his great cranium up from his task he tensed his entire frame, making his fur stand on end to further increase the image of his size and power. Silvi knew all too well what came next and quickly clamped two heavily clad hands over her ears and pressed down hard as Li bellowed the loudest, most challenging roar Azeroth may have ever heard. His very body shook with the force it took to cause such a sound and his muscles rippled under his thick pelt. He roared long and loud and threatening at the intruder before baring his teeth at him. Snarling, growling, Li lifted a very large and muscular front leg and bashed the skull of the pathetic human.
He stood for a long time after the fact, looking off into the distance, admiring his kills and the blood splattered snow. Panting, huffing, still trembling and even growling he had almost forgot his new love tucked safely under his body in the snow. Looking up to a ridge on his right and up a couple dozen feet he took note that her leopard was there and plenty alive and well. Nodding to the fellow beast who growled a triumphant “hoo-ah!” back at him, he turned back to surveying the land. The adrenaline that had been rushing his veins the entire time slowed down in production and all of the extra blood that was pumping to provide energy slowly found a new use for its existence as the mounting tension in his body, the passion for the elf, translated into a very aroused state of bear –hood. He felt his sheath start to grow tight and fight against the erection growing inside of it until he felt the cold air nipping at his member as it escaped its warmer confines. He was agitated with this display; not wanting to be bothered with arousal in such a cold clime until, unexpectedly, two very soft and warm hands delicately wrapped themselves around his being. The tension in his frame was startled and he jumped at the touch but began to murr as her soft hands insistently coaxed his budding erection into a full-fledged hard on. It took only a mere matter of moments to bring him to his full capacity, large, luxuriously thick and incredibly hard. He was an impressive display of a male, certainly a perfect candidate to procreate and to have a harem full of sows for his taking, but he was interested in but one. This gorgeous, young, lithe, she elf poised beneath him to do naughty things. Silvi smirked to herself as she drew herself up on her knees and hands, her back grazing his chest and tummy, and licked at his cock affectionately. She stroked him with her hands and licked, sucked and nuzzled him for the longest time until she brought him just to the point she was looking for. His haunches started to shake, twitch and fought against him for the opportunity to take. He heard her giggle, that intoxicating little laugh of hers, as she pushed him and he took his cue. He fell back with a playful “thump” on the snow, sinking his back into it, and held his fore paws above his breast bone and let his hind legs stretch out below him. He watched with a very keen Tauren intelligence as she bravely, for all the cold air, removed her chest plate and tunic and greaves. Silvi smirked wickedly at him, nipples instantly hard against the breeze, as she climbed on top of the bear in the midst of the winter landscape and laid down on him to warm up for a brief moment against his fur. All fifteen hundred pounds of wild animal that he was produced so much heat not only for himself but for a good near-foot around him that she was quickly, and safely, kept warm atop him. She pulled herself up and bit down on his ear and tugged on it playfully while she lifted her rear into the air and grabbed him firmly by the cock. She ran his tip over her wet opening, teasing her clit and lips for a good few moments, enjoying the way it made his hind legs twitch like a dog getting scratched behind the ear, before she finally lowered herself down on it. Slow, careful, excruciatingly amazing tightness enveloped him all at once as this tiny elf took her mate in the middle of Icecrown. The idea of her love was solidified in that very moment and any doubt he had of this elf loving a Tauren, a druid in all of his forms, was stripped away as she gave herself unto him utterly and completely. She sat up a slight bit on him, curving her back to perk her breasts up as she rode him and he curled up to meet them with large, warm paws embracing her rib cage as his soft tongue licked them adoringly. She grabbed him by his ears firmly and quickened the pace as she felt fit, sometimes thrusting herself on him fast and hard, others shallow and slow, and again hard and slow enjoying him for his great size and silky texture. She took him like this for the longest time, moaning and crying out as she grew closer and closer to her climax but staving herself until she felt him near his as well. Finally, with a great and loud show of conclusion the two of them peaked together, shivering against each other for overwhelming pleasure as he roared out triumphantly. He released himself into her and pulled her down tight on his member for an extended moment, flexing against her tight walls and rocking for a moment. Suddenly Li surprised her, and with a great and very nimble move he turned her around on top of him and wrapped a foreleg around her chest and pulled her to him, then lowered her to the ground with him atop. He thrust into her deep and hard, fast as well, proving to her that he too could subdue his mate with ferocity far greater than some puny Elven male could ever dream of. He took her like this for a few moments more, finishing off his climax before finally withdrawing from her depths with a slow, reluctant retraction. With a final reassurance of his masculinity and dominance over the she-elf, he lifted a massive hind leg while she remained poised like a dog on all fours, and released his urine all over her tiny frame. With a grunt and huff he happily twitched his cock to let the last drops fall from his tip onto her rear. Satisfied with marking his territory as any self-respecting male should, he licked one last time from her clit to rear-hole before loping away.
An hour after their rendezvous on the snowy banks of Icecrown, the pair strolled into the main tent at the tournament grounds. Li remained outside, just on the steps peering in as the great bear that he was, watching Silvi redeem proof of Chillmaw’s demise to Eadric the Pure. The paladin, no doubt holy judging by his smug look, monocle and easily disgusted air about him, took the shard of the Wyrm’s skull and nodded gratefully. His eyebrow quirked however as he gave Silvi their reward in gold and watched her as she walked away, grabbing her bear by his color and disappeared out of sight.
“Was it just me, or did that Sin’Dorei wreak awfully of bear-musk?”
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