[pre-story] Hey there, squish here, with the continuation of Rhuno's adventures across Azeroth! The story, and the chapter, chosen by you guys, my faithful patrons! This installment takes our hero to a remote corner of The Blasted Lands. This one's takes off a little slow, I really wanted to get some character development in there, and it ended up taking more space than I thought it would. Hopefully, it was worth it in the end! Let me know what you think! And as always, if you like my work, [redacted]
Content Warnings: Huge cocks, excessive cum, impregnation, cumflation, and furries.[/pre-story]
Chapter 2: A Hero's Reward
Tonight, like every night in recent memory, a tense quiet hung over the Howling Drunk Inn. The few patrons, a selection of the town’s old, infirm, and cowardly, sat in humbled silence, nursing mugs of porter as the night dragged on interminably. Donna Berrymore, the innkeeper, stood behind the bar, mechanically re-washing the unused mugs. She was a mature woman, with warm tan skin, raven-black hair, and a glare that could send even the most ornery drunk cringing out the door. The young barmaid, Becca, was the only one moving, pacing around the room, clearing away empty mugs, impatiently seeking something, anything to do to keep herself busy.
Becca was a petite, slender thing, just barely more than five feet tall. She had a cute, mousy sort of look to her, with soft features dotted with a handful of freckles, a cute little button nose, and large, chestnut-brown eyes. Jaw-length brown hair was tucked hurriedly out of the way behind her ears, a few stray locks curling forward to brush against her cheeks. Her uniform was typical of her job, an ankle-length brown dress that hung loosely off her admittedly average hips, a laced leather bodice that cinched her already slim waist even tighter, and a frilly top with a neckline that bared her shoulders and the modest cleavage of her firm, orange-sized breasts. She was practically the ideal barmaid, attractive in that girl-next-door way, but not distractingly eye-catching. She almost seemed to blend into the background when you weren’t looking.
Becca was reaching for old man Jensen’s empty mug when she realized he’d perked up in his seat, tilting his head toward the window, listening to something. One by one, the other patrons followed suit, brows furrowing in confusion, and then Becca heard it too. It was quiet and indistinct at first, but it grew louder and closer by the second, resolving into something the town hadn’t heard in a quite a while. Singing. Raucous, off-key, out-of-tune singing. A dozen rough voices rolling over one-another as they sang with a kind of carefree joy that hadn’t been heard in Surwich for months. The sound alone was immensely refreshing, even if it was terrible.
The song grew louder and louder, until the front door of the inn suddenly burst open. The militia poured into the inn, perhaps a dozen men and women, some human, some worgen, all exhausted and clad in mis-matched, rusty, dented armor smeared with mud and black, green, and crimson blood. But every single one of them was grinning triumphantly through the filth, even those bearing hastily-bandaged wounds, and they sang loud and proud. A man with a ratty top hat broke from the crowd lingering by the door, stepping forward, his hard beard split by an irrepressible grin. “Donna!” He called. “Ready a room an’ open a tab, an’ put it all on the mayor’s dime! The Hero of Surwich drinks free tonight!” He half-shouted, half-laughed. The group behind him cheered, pausing in their singing just long enough to turn and usher an unseen figure forward.
The militia parted as a mountainous, shadowy figure suddenly filled the doorframe, so big it had to duck through, its horns scraping at the wood as it passed the threshold. When it straightened up again on the other side, it loomed over the crowd around it, easily eight feet tall, its square shoulders as broad as three men standing shoulder to shoulder. As it stood there on iron-shod hooves, long, pointed horns crowning its head, it looked almost like a demon. But there the similarities ended. The figure was covered head to toe in gleaming silvery armor, thick plates of metal trimmed with turquoise-studded gold. The thing’s chestplate, gauntlets, and pauldrons all bore the same motif, a large golden sun-disk in the center, radiating thin rays of gold all the way out to the edges. On its back, it carried a massive circular shield, an inch-thick wall emblazoned with the same sun-disk, large enough for a man to stand behind it and be completely hidden. On its waist hung a wrist-thick scepter of silver inlaid with gold, crowned with a sphere of gold as big as a man’s head, a mighty mace.
The figure shifted, its expression hidden beneath a silvery helm, and reached up with gauntleted hands. After a moment’s fumbling with the clasp, the helmet’s lower half swung free, and with one hand, the figure lifted the rest up and forward, revealing its face. Rhuno’s coal-black brow furrowed slightly as her cast his gaze around the tavern, startlingly blue eyes assessing the situation, before settling on the innkeeper and offering her a respectful nod.
Donna didn’t even acknowledge the look, turning to Devin with a sour expression, crossing her arms as her eyes narrowed. “A tauren? You brought a tauren into town, into my inn, and you want me to serve him drinks on the mayor’s tab?” she demanded, shaking her head. “You must have gotten your bell rung pretty bloody hard if you think this is a good plan.”
Devin shook his head, his smile never faltering. “If Archimonde ‘imself ‘ad done what this bloke did, I’d be buyin’ ‘im drinks just the same.” he replied. “You shoulda seen it. There was a bloody army comin’ outta the fog. Musta’ been a hundred treants, with as many demons on top, an’ a dozen of those ‘shroom giants to boot. They were comin’ on fast, an’ I was ready to kiss my arse goodbye. Then there was a flash, bright as the sun, lit up the whole forest like a bolt a’ lightin’. An’ there ‘e was…”
As Devin launched into his tale, the militia poured into the bar proper, filling up seats and ushering the guest of honor to take a seat by the fire. None of them noticed Becca, staring wide-eyed at the tauren as she clutched her serving tray to her chest like a shield.
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“Now, I didn’t remember any of that! So when I woke up with the protodrake licking my face, all I knew was that I was hanging upside down by the hooves, that I had a headache that could have killed a kodo, and that I was wearing nothing but a wooly rhino pelt and smeared with what I could only HOPE was mud! Killit was laughing so hard she nearly fell out of the saddle!” Rhuno recounted, laughing and gesturing wildly, the last of the porter in his mug sloshing as it swung through the air. Devin was doubled over the table, laughing so hard his eyes watered, clutching his stomach with one hand and pounding the tabletop with the other. Becca tittered quietly, a hand over her mouth. “THAT’S why I don’t drink Sulfuron Slammers anymore, ESPECIALLY not with trolls.” Rhuno added definitively, grinning as he raised his mug to his lips and drained it entirely.
As time and drink had flowed, Rhuno’s armor had come away piece by piece, both literally and figuratively. The armored, serious, stoic warrior from hours ago now wore nothing but his under-armor as he casually shared tales of his travels with those militia members still conscious. Shimmering, lightweight frostweave, a brilliant shade of royal blue, was his only protection, the material hanging loosely over thick slabs of muscle as he drank and and chatted. His armor and weapons lay in a pile in the corner of the room behind him, his tossed aside along with his caution.
Devin shook his head as he managed to straighten up, gasping for breath and wiping the corners of his eyes as his laughter slowly tapered off to the occasional chortle. “Oh, light, that’s a hell of a tale! I think that one deserves another drink!” He grinned, raising a hand and looking toward the bar. “Donna! Another mug for the hero! This one’s on me!
Donna eyes the table for a moment, before casting her gaze around the room to survey the scene. Half the militia had already passed out, and the rest were getting quite close. “Alright, but this is last call, you lot!” She announced, firmly. A few moments later, a fresh mug was in front of Rhuno, Becca silently fading back out of the way. Rhuno smiled, glancing up, his eyes meeting hers for just a moment and giving her a nod of gratitude before turning back to the table. Her cheeks flushed as she lingered nearby, close enough to listen in.
Devin shook his head again, still chuckling. “Well, I s’pose that’s my cue.” he commented, planting his hands on the table and pushing himself to his feet. “I best stumble home before tonight becomes another story.” he grinned, nudging one of the unconscious warriors beside him. A murmur of agreement rolled through the remainder of the militia and some of the other patrons. After offering some final gratitude to the hero of the night, they collectively staggered out the door, carrying their fallen brethren out into the night on unsteady legs. Before Rhuno was even finished with his mug, the inn was all but empty. He sighed, swirling the last of the porter around the mug before knocking it back. It just wasn’t as good without company.
“Um… Sir?” Came a small, feminine voice. Rhuno glanced over, eyes settling once again on the petite human girl that had been serving his drinks all night. Becca’s gaze shifted side to side, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her serving tray as she held it in front of her. “The- the bar is closed after last call… But, if- if you’d like, I could, um, get you something to eat. If you’re hungry, I mean.” She managed to offer, even as she wilted under his gaze, her feet carrying her backward in short, mincing steps.
Rhuno shook his head. “Oh, that’s not necessary, no need to wake the cook for me, I’ve got provisions...”
Becca’s expression lit up as she stepped forward once again. “Oh, no, I can do it! I help in the kitchen all the time, it’s no trouble at all!” she explained. Her cheeks suddenly flushed as her own boldness sank in, and she began to mince backwards again, averting her gaze. “I mean, um, if you wanted… It- it’s the least I could do… to, you know... thank you...” she finally managed, the serving tray coming up like a shield again.
Rhuno smirked at the shy human girl for a moment before nodding. “Alright, then, if it’s no trouble, I’d love something to eat.” he replied. Becca’s face lit up with a smile, but held up a hand before she could do anything. “But! Only if you do two things first.” he warned, and Becca looked nervous. “First. You’ve gotta stop calling me ‘sir’.” he said, smirking. “And second, You’ve got to make yourself something too. I’m sure you’re hungry by now, and I’d feel terribly awkward eating all alone.” He finished. Becca’s smile returned full-force, and she turned on her heel and darted off the the kitchen, passing behind the bar.
Donna glanced after her barmaid as she passed, then turned her gaze to the tauren, brow furrowing for a moment. Rhuno could feel her gaze on him, and it made his fur stand on end. But then, without a word, the older woman sighed softly, putting up the last of the mugs and heading up the stairs to her room, leaving Rhuno alone in the main room as Becca bustled about the kitchen preparing a meal for two, humming quietly to herself.
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“I… I had no idea…” Becca slumped in her seat, eyes downcast. “I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be.” Rhuno replied, shaking his horns. Firelight cast his face in flickering orange light and deep shadow, pools of darkness emphasizing his scars.
“I still am… I’m sorry it happened to you. I’m sorry I ever brought it up…” Becca returned, her eyes never rising from the table. “I’ve never even heard of the Grimtotem…”
Rhuno sighed. “It’s a tauren matter. Others don’t see clans, just tauren. Which is why they’re so dangerous...”
Becca shook her head. “It’s not that. I’ve never heard of anything you talk about. Northrend, sunwalkers, dragons... My family never left Gilneas until the cataclysm. The rest of the world was always just… places on a map. Nothing to worry about. Then we came here. I thought things would be different outside the wall, but the world’s still just… places on a map. We’re out of the way here, nobody comes through Surwich on the way to someplace else. We’re isolated. Occasionally an adventurer will come fight the demons, but they never stay long before they move on to the portal… We fish by day, hide by night, and just.. survive. Nothing happens. Nothing changes…” She sighed.
There was a moment of silence as Becca stared down at the glass of water in her hands. “...I wish I could be like you.” she finally whispered.
Rhuno blinked. “Me?”
Becca nodded. “I wish I could just… go. Leave this behind, see the world, go on adventures, make stories of my own… Nothing’s keeping me here, not really. It’s not like my parents would kill me if I tried to leave, or I could never come back afterward…” she explained, then shook her head. “...But I still can’t. I’m… just too afraid. It’s a big world, and it’s full of great big dangerous things… And I’m just... me. I’m small, I’m weak, and even thinking about it makes my heart race... I’m a coward. How could I ever fight a real monster?” she asked, eyes tearing up, then gave a derisive laugh. “I can’t even manage to kill the rats in the cellar…”
Rhuno was quiet for a second. “I’m afraid too.” he replied. Becca looked up at him. “When you’re up to your neck in ghouls and they just keep coming, of course you’re going to be afraid. Fear’s good. Fear tells you something’s dangerous, and gives you the speed to run or the strength to fight.” he elaborated, leaning forward to put his elbows on the table. “The hard part is being afraid and doing something anyways. The way I see it, there’s always going to be problems standing between you and what you want. They might be monsters, or people, or bigger things. And you’re going to have to deal with them, no matter what you do. We all do. But we don’t all do it the same way.”
Rhuno shook his head, straightening up. “Me, I take my problems head-on, because I know I can take the hits as they come. Of course, I tend to get hurt a lot along the way, but I survive. But you’re not me. You’re different. And you have to deal with your problems your way. It sounds like you’re the type to consider all the possible angles before you make a move. And that’s great, that lets you make the right move at the right time. But you have to make the move. Part of you wants to, from the sound of it. But you’re holding yourself back of some reason. Whatever it is, you’ve gotta let go, let yourself do what needs to be done. You have to act, and act decisively.”
“I… I don’t think I can...” Becca muttered, biting her lip
Rhuno leaned forward again, gesturing for her to look him in the eyes. “If any advice I give you sticks, let it be this: You always have a choice. Always. You can’t control much in this world, but you control YOU. You make all the decisions. You can choose to do nothing. You can choose to obey others. You can choose bad ideas. But they’re your choices, and you have the power to make a new decision, every second of every day. And if you’re not happy with your life, not really, truly happy… then you’ve got a choice to make.” he finished, letting the statement hang in the air.
There was silence for a moment, the soft crackle of the fireplace the only sound in the room. Rhuno’s intense sapphire eyes held Becca’s gaze as she chewed her lip. “...Decisive…” She muttered under her breath, just barely loud enough to be heard. Suddenly she moved, rising out of her seat and reaching forward, hands coming up to cup the tauren’s jaw and raise it up as she leaned in, suddenly kissing him with every ounce of determination in her small, trembling body.
Becca’s lips, puckered as hard as she could, crushed against Rhuno’s, her eyes squeezed shut as she held his chin, her entire body trembling with barely-suppressed panic, unsure of where to go from here. Rhuno blinked twice in surprise, then he smirked against her lips. He reached forward, a massive, calloused hand gently cradling her head, guiding her as he took the reigns. His lips pressed to hers, warmly, tenderly, the tension melting out of her body as they kissed. The kiss lasted for what seemed an eternity, and only when he pulled his lips from hers did she realize her lungs were burning for air. She gasped for breath and Rhuno gave her a warm, comforting smile and pulled away, rising to his hooves and stepping out from the table. It was her turn to blink in surprise when he extended a coal-black hand to her, palm up.
Slowly, hesitantly, Becca placed her hand on Rhuno’s palm. The calloused hand closed around hers slender digits, and he tugged, pulling her in. She stumbled forward in surprise, only to strike against an unyielding wall of warm, granite-hard muscle. One hand came down, wrapping around her waist and pulling her in tight, lifting her off her feet, her supple body flattened against his muscular chest. Her heart was thundering in her chest as he smiled down at her, then craned his neck down, kissing her again. Her eyes drifted closed as their lips locked, his thick, muscular tongue gently yet insistently probing her lips. She let it in, and it swiftly pushed inside, coiling sensually around her own tongue, and she melted into his arms. She had to admit, this kiss was much better than the first one.
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The timbers groaned with complaint underhoof as Rhuno made his way to his room. Becca’s toes barely touched the floor during the trip, literally swept off her feet in the tauren’s embrace, their lips still locked in a passionate kiss. All she could do was hold on, clinging to fistfuls of his sapphire silk underclothes as he carried her along with long, powerful strides. It was almost like they were dancing. Their tongues danced too, coiling and uncoiling over and over. Without a moment’s pause, he threw open the door, carried her across the the threshold, and kicked it closed behind them
As the door latched shut, Rhuno paused. Slowly, he pulled his lips away from Becca’s, straightening up and loosening his grip to set the petite human girl on her feet. Her eyes fluttered open, slowly, as he pulled away, emerging from the kiss like she was emerging from a trance, and she looked up at him. Bright, silvery moonlight poured through a window and flooded the room in a pale, dreamy light. Rhuno’s massive form loomed over her, a wall of pure tauren might, half again her height and perhaps ten times her weight. Every inch of his broad-shouldered frame was layered in slabs of granite muscle. She realized, suddenly, that she was alone in the room with him. He could effortlessly overpower her if he wanted to. Nobody would be able to stop him. She should have been terrified… but she wasn’t. When she looked up into his brilliant blue eyes, she just felt… safe.
Rhuno raised a massive, calloused hand to Becca’s chin, cradling it between finger and thumb, holding her gaze locked onto his. “I want you, Becca.” he told her, his voice deep, gentle, warm, and sincere, the sound rolling through her. “You’re a kind and beautiful girl, and I know you’ll go on to do great things. I wish I could stay and see you do them. I wish I could be with you, even for a little while. But I know I must leave tomorrow, and I know we will walk different paths. I know there’s no future for us together…” he explained, pausing for a moment, a note of sadness in his voice. “...But we can still have tonight.” he added, on a more hopeful note. He leaned in closer, pressing his lips to hers once more in a tender kiss. When he pulled away, he looked deep into her eyes once more. His voice was soft, barely a whisper, when he spoke again. “Stay with me, just for tonight?”
Becca’s heart was pounding in her throat. Should she stay? Was it even possible? What would Miss Donna say? What would her father- No. No, she had to decide for herself. She had to be decisive. She pushed herself up to her tiptoes, planting a kiss on Rhuno’s lips in reply. Her lips tingled softly as she pulled back, electrified by her excitement. “....Yes.” she breathed, a soft smile spreading across her face, her grin swiftly mirrored by the tauren’s own smile. His arm wrapped around her waist again, pulling her in and squeezing her against him as he kissed her once again. This kiss put all the others to shame. Sparks flew as their lips met, their bodies melting together as their tongues danced with unbridled passion. Her arms wrapped around his thick neck as they kissed, her fingers weaving together, holding on as she was once again swept off her feet, floating in his embrace. She could feel something hot against her stomach as he crossed the room in two long strides, bearing her toward the bed. They had one night. Not a second to waste.
As Rhuno’s ankles met the bed-frame, he tipped forward, leaning over further and further, until he had to plant a hand on the mattress to hold himself up. Slowly, he loosened his grip, easing Becca down until she lay on the bed, before almost reluctantly pulling away, breaking the kiss and straightening up. She stared up at him for a moment as he reached around behind his neck awkwardly and undid a hidden clasp. The collar of his sapphire underclothes suddenly hung loose, and he hooked a thick finger into it, pulling forward. Bit by bit, the material came loose, revealing the body beneath it, covered head to toe in coal-black fur. His broad, square shoulders and the gold-and-obsidian medallion hanging around his neck. His massive arms, with their immense biceps and scar-latticed forearms. His powerful chest and rippling, rugged abs. She found herself chewing her lower lip subconsciously. He was everything she’d imagined, and so much more.
Rhuno paused as his upper body pulled free of the suit, reaching down to undo the tie around his waist. As the cord came loose, he hesitated, still holding it closed. He looked down at Becca for a moment, then closed his eyes and let go. The underclothes fell to the floor, puddling around his hooves, leaving him in nothing but his frostweave undershorts. Becca stared as he stepped out of the pile of frostweave, eyes riveted on a bulge the size of a melon straining the front of the underclothes, his package filling the garment to capacity. She’d expected him to be big compared to a human, but he was just… enormous! The bulge twitched, reacting to her stare by straining against its confinement.
As Becca continued to stare, Rhuno took a deep breath, hooking his thumbs into the band of his undershorts, and, wasting no time, pushed them down. Becca’s eyes threatened to pop from her head as she watched inch after inch of onyx cock emerge from confinement. The root of the thick, vein-marbled cock was already as big around as her wrist, and she could see it grow thicker with every throbbing beat of his heart. As the shorts came down, it just kept coming and coming, inch after inch of rapidly-expanding bull-cock. Her eyes flicked to his balls as they swung free of containment, each the size of a ripe orange, hanging heavy with the promise of gallons of hot, creamy cum. Finally, the undershorts fell away, and his half-hard shaft lurched up, sticking forward at the hip, but bowed under its own weight. It was huge, longer than her forearm and thicker than her fist, crowned with a flared, flat knob.
“By the light…” Becca muttered, staring, awestruck by the sheer size of his endowment. Trepidation was in her eyes as they traced the length of the supremely male organ, her knees coming together unthinkingly.
“Don’t be afraid. I wouldn’t hurt you.” Rhuno reassured her. “It’s enchanted. It’ll fit, and it won’t hurt.” he explained, hesitating a moment before adding a final warning. “...but without protection, you might get pregnant.”
Becca was still uncertain, but something about the sight of Rhuno’s monster swaying before her eyes made her believe it. It throbbed under her gaze, stiffening by the second, and watched in awe as the winding veins pulsed with his heartbeat. Suddenly, she felt an urge to reach out, and almost automatically, her hand came up, moving hesitantly toward the massive rod. It seemed to radiate a gentle heat, like a lantern, but not a harsh heat, a soothing, relaxing warmth. She could feel it on her skin, feel it growing more intense as her hand drew nearer. When her fingers met flesh, she gasped. It was hot to the touch, surprisingly so, hotter than seemed natural, and it pulsed with life beneath her fingertips. She could feel the warmth penetrating her hand, soothing away the tension in her muscles, the heat slowly running its way down her arm. Something inside her reacted, a sympathetic heat suddenly flickering to life deep in her core, the kind of heat that made her thighs grow damp, made her nipples harden to poke firmly at the thin material of her dress.
Becca’s other hand rose, slowly, like she was in a trance, moving to join the other on Rhuno’s mighty shaft. Together, they began to move, slowly stroking up and down the length with feather-light touches. The beast lurched beneath the teasing touch, and Rhuno gave a soft, rumbling groan of pleasure as it grew harder still. She watched, enraptured, as the pillar straightened and rose, laboriously lifting the flared crown to stand straight and proud, reaching its full, immense size. It loomed over her as she lay on the bed, thicker than her arm, and almost as long, tipped with flared, gleaming knob. A two-foot club of bull-cock, as black and hard as a shaft of wrought iron, hot as a fireplace poker, its surface wound with bulging veins. With every heartbeat, it throbbed even larger for a moment, its heat spiking as it bucked against her gentle grasp. The supernatural warmth washed over her in waves, swiftly permeating her entire body, fanning the flames of desire burning hotter and hotter inside her core. Her hands moved faster as she licked her suddenly dry lips.
Becca was panting softly as she stroked Rhuno’s hot shaft, her dress suddenly uncomfortable. Too warm, and much too tight. She felt like she could hardly breathe. She had to get out of it. Something deep inside her wanted that. It wanted to strip, to peel away everything separating her from him, to cast aside her defenses and bare herself to him, body and soul. Her mind warred with itself, fear and reservation against desire and determination. She swallowed, nervously, and looked up to him, her brown eyes meeting his sapphire orbs for a moment, before shifting off to the side, her cheeks burning red. She pulled her hands away from his shaft, leaving it bobbing in midair. Wordlessly, she rolled over to her side, then up onto all fours. His heavy shaft slid between the shapely globes of her tight, upturned rear, the heat radiating through the material as it rested against her. She glanced back over her shoulder, biting her lip. “I… I need help… with the laces...” she breathed, just loud enough to be heard.
Rhuno needed no further prompting. He reached down, gripping the laces running down the back of the bodice cinched tight around Becca’s midsection. Unfortunately, it seemed thick digits were no match for Donna’s skillful knot-tying, his blunt fingers simply unable to grasp the tightly-tied cords. With every attempt, the bull grew more and more frustrated. He had a powerful need, and he would not be denied by an uncooperative knot. Finally, his patience wore out. “I’ll pay for another.” he growled through gritted teeth as he seized the garment in both hands. With a deep, rumbling growl, he flexed, powerful muscles straining, and ripped the bodice apart, the laces popping in rapid succession, the garment falling away. She gasped, partly in surprise, partly at his strength, and partly at the sheer novelty of being able to breathe deep again.
Rhuno’s hand came down again, seizing hold of the back of Becca’s dress in one powerful fist. Becca gasped once more as the dress tore away like it was made of parchment. It bit into her flesh for an instant before giving way entirely, leaving only fluttering scraps that clung to her for a moment before falling away, leaving her naked before the mighty tauren. In the silvery moonlight, her fair skin glowed, soft, smooth, and supple. His eyes traced the gentle hourglass curve of her slender frame, over her waist until they settled on her tight, shapely rear. His shaft smacked down between the globes once more, a sudden interruption of a lovely view, and a pointed reminder of what was to come for both of them. She gave a soft whimper at the feeling of the red-hot member on her bare skin, heavy and powerful and so very warm. Her inner thighs glistened with desire, her knees together on the bed as she kneeled on all fours before the powerful male. Something inside her thrilled, it just felt... right, somehow. Like she belonged here. “Just… be gentle…” she whimpered.
Rhuno’s hand came down once more, the same powerful limb that had torn the dress to shreds, rough, calloused fingers settling in to grip Becca’s slender hips, thumb and fingers nearly reaching halfway around her waist. The grip was firm, commanding, perhaps even possessive, and yet… gentle. Tender. He drew his his hips back, his member sawing between her cheeks a the other hand reached down, taking hold of it near the root and angling it down. It seemed to take forever for the crown to finally slide over her ass and come down, suddenly prodding against her tender pink petals. Becca bit her lip, stifling a soft sound at the contact. It was so hot, and she was so wet, it felt like she was melting. It felt immense against her, the head alone eclipsing her inexperienced slit entirely. It seemed impossible for it to fit. But he’d promised it would. Her hands balled to fists around handfuls of sheets, eyes squeezing shut as she braced herself.
A whimper escaped Becca’s throat when Rhuno began to push forward. Her fingers hadn’t prepared her for this. Her whole arm couldn’t have prepared her for this. Nothing could have compared to him. Rhuno’s head spread her lips wide in an instant, then wider the next, and then kept spreading her. It should have been impossible, agonizing at the very least, but she was melting around his shaft like butter before a hot knife. Her muscles relaxed as he stretched her virgin hole to the limits and beyond. And through it all, not a single twinge of pain, just pleasure, pure, sweet, and undeniable. His sheer size ground his crown against her clit, the pink pleasure bud blooming with waves of white-hot sensation, so intense her eyes shot open wide and she let out a squeak.
Rhuno’s grip tightened, thick fingers squeezing around her hips. Suddenly, there was a popping sensation, and she felt an unprecedented fullness. He was inside her. Her inner walls rippled at the sudden intrusion, her sensitive depths lighting up with pleasure as the head throbbed inside her entrance. Rhuno held himself there for a moment, letting her adjust to his size as his hand slid up her body, tracing the sensual curves of her side until it reached her shoulder, taking hold firmly. He gave a huff like a charging bull, and she gasped, feeling him move once more, pushing forward, slowly but surely stuffing inch after inch of beefy bull-cock into her virgin hole. Her walls twitched around him as his thick shaft opened them wider than should have been possible.
Bolts of pleasure shot through Becca’s body without warning, Rhuno’s flared head teasing every fold and sensitive spot she had as it moved deeper and deeper inside her, most entirely unknown to her. Her body was awakening to pleasures she could have never imagined before, the massive tauren cock taking her virginity and spoiling her for humans in the same unstoppable thrust. She stifled a moan, feeling her insides rearranging to accommodate the invading shaft. She could feel how deep he was, feel the heat of his shaft as he impaled her inch after inch. Something was building inside her, something unfamiliar and almost frightening. A knot of tension inside her core, a pressure building greater and greater with every spark of pleasure, like an overfilled balloon threatening to explode with the lightest touch. She could barely contain it, her body trembling with the strain of holding it back, letting out only the tiniest whimpers.
Without warning, there was an impact. Deep inside Becca’s core, Rhuno’s shaft bottomed out against her inner barrier. An explosion of pleasure radiated through her, rocking her all the way to the core. Her eyes shot open as she felt herself losing control, the pressure inside her too great to contain. Her teeth bit deep into her lip, pink flesh going white with the pressure as she held back the overwhelming surge of sensation. Then Rhuno’s abs rippled, and he drew his hips back a fraction, bolts of electric pleasure racing up her spine as his crown teased her inner walls. His hand tightened its grip on her shoulder, and in that instant, she knew she couldn’t hold it back any longer. His hips slammed forward once again, hammering at the barrier, a second explosion of sensation rocking her body once again, her back arching under the force as it all hit her at once.
The knot of tension in Becca’s belly burst apart, like a spring wound too tight, releasing all the restrained sensation at once as it unwound explosively. The inexperienced human girl couldn’t have prepared herself for anything like this. Like a tidal wave of molten lust, surge of white-hot sensation ripped through her body, sweeping her mind away with it as her every nerve burned with exquisite, overwhelming ecstasy. Every muscle spasmed uncontrollably, her entire body arched backward like bow as she shook with pure, distilled pleasure. Her mind was drowned in lust, every thought swept away by the tide of ecstasy. Her head whipped back, her lips pursed as the air forced itself from her lungs in a wail of wordless pleasure. “OooOOOOOOOOOWOOOOO~!” she howled, the cry turning deep and primal as something was unleashed deep inside her.
Becca could feel her body reshaping even in the grip of an immense orgasm. Every joint in her body suddenly popped, announcing the beginning of the change. Her hands were first, her fingers suddenly sprouting a coat of soft, gray fur as they extended, their tips sharpening into claws that shredded through the sheets they clutched in an instant. The fur traveled up her arms in a wave, reshaping her limbs as it passed over them, leaving them longer and more toned beneath the fur. It traveled up over her shoulders, the waves merging together as they met around her neck, extending up and down at once, further and further by the second. The fur hid nothing of her sensual figure as is rolled down her body swiftly, only slowing a fraction as it rounded her upturned ass. Her legs were dramatically restructured, shifting to support her weight on her toes, even as those toes sprouted claws and tore the sheets beneath them to ribbons.
As the fur passed over Becca’s head, she squeezed her eyes shut. Her hair grew suddenly longer, wilder. The fur reached her cheeks, and her mouth felt full, her tongue too big for her mouth, her teeth too sharp. Then her jaws stretched forward, the discomfort fading as they were drawn out into a lupine muzzle, her nose melting into the snout as it finished. Finally, the fur closed in, covering her eyes, and they snapped open as the transformation was finally complete, now a shade of predatory gold. She drew in a breath through her new snout, and found herself overwhelmed by the scent of sex, the smell of sweat, of pheromones, of male and female blending together. Her lips parted in a blissful grin, a soft moan escaping her throat as she trembled in the aftermath of her climax. Her knees parted, opening herself up to the alpha male pounding into her depths.
All through Becca’s orgasm, Rhuno was relentless. Even the surprise at her sudden transformation had only delayed him for a moment in his efforts. He thrust like a battering ram, pounding his flared crown against the trembling gates of her womb again and again without pause. Her wildly-spasming pussy rippled chaotically, seemingly unsure if it wanted to keep him out or hold him in. Nothing it did seemed to affect the single-minded determination of the mighty bull. He jerked his red-hot shaft back and forth six inches at a time, sawing a two-foot club of coal-black cockflesh in and out of her orgasmic pussy. Every stroke drew wave of pleasure from her spasming depths, prolonging her climax, weakening her barrier’s seal. As her knees slid apart, the gates fell, and the invader drove forward, piercing through her spasming cervix and driving into her innermost sanctum, stuffing her womb with the last of his massive bull-cock. Becca moaned aloud at the sensation, and he groaned deep in his chest as he planted himself inside her to the hilt, his supernaturally potent rod buried in her most fertile depths. His heavy, orange-sized balls came to rest on her thighs, churning with gallons of bull-spunk.
Becca wagged her hips against Rhuno’s as he finally hilted himself in her impossibly-overstuffed womb. Still trembling in the aftershocks of orgasm, she moaned softly, her primal side now firmly in control, driven by the most basic drive, the urge to mate. She let her head fall forward, looking down her body to see her normally toned tummy stretched lewdly, distended around a thick shaft. A clawed hand came up, cradling the bulge, and she moaned again, feeling its heat radiating through her skin. She could feel the warmth penetrating her entire body now, stoking the flames of her lust ever-higher as her body surrendered itself to him. She twisted, glancing back over her shoulder at the alpha male inside her with a look of unabashed lust. He was a worthy mate, indeed.
Becca shifted suddenly, dropping her body low to the bed and rolling to her back, Rhuno’s shaft still inside her as she twisted around the impaling member. Both of them let out a soft cry at the novel sensation. She looked up at him, and spread her thighs, presenting herself belly-up, his monstrous shaft clearly outlined as it distended her normally-smooth stomach. She pulled her knees up, opening herself wider still, a show of complete submission to the powerful male looming above her. “Take me.” She breathed hotly, moaning softly as she ground hips against his, her depths rippling around his unmoving pillar with a sensual need. “Take me, and I’m yours!” she promised, giving a soft whimper. “You’ve already taken my first time. Take the rest of me too. Take that big, fat, red-hot cock and FUCK me! Claim me! Mark me as yours! I want to be yours! I want to be your bitch!” she whined, begging as she rolled her hips, milking at his length.
Rhuno blinked in surprise at Becca’s sudden boldness, then smirked. “Well, well, you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” he asked, slowly leaning forward. The bed frame groaned in protest as it suddenly took his weight, the massive bull climbing up onto the bed, planting his knees and elbows on the mattress. He loomed over his prone lover, his massive, muscular bulk completely eclipsing her slender frame, their faces just inches apart as his sapphire eyes looked deep into hers. He kept his gaze locked with hers as he drew his hips back, slowly, pulling inch after inch of coal-black cock from her silken depths. She gasped, eyes going wide as a new wave of sensation rippled out from her womb, his flared cockhead teasing the walls of her innermost depths. His sheer size teased every fold of her impossibly-stretched slit, his massive member throbbing in time with his heartbeat.
When Rhuno’s flared crown tugged at the entrance to her fertile depths, Becca let loose a moan. Her moan became a ragged howl of ecstasy as he suddenly hammered his hips down and forward, plunging back into her to the hilt, his crown pounding at the back wall of her womb, his fat balls smacking against her upraised ass. Her arms shot forward as she writhed beneath him, wrapping around his granite shoulders, twitching fingers clawing weakly at his broad back. “Ooooh~! I just can’t fight it anymore!” she explained, moaning wildly as he began to pull back again. “I wanted this since I first saw you! Part of me was scared, but I just don’t care anymore! You’re too strong to resist! Too MANLY!” she wailed.
Becca paused her passionate praise only to press her lips to Rhuno’s in a deep, hungry kiss. Her long, flexible tongue wrapped around his thick, powerful muscle as they kissed. Predator became prey as she submitted to the massive bull, hooking her legs around his waist and squeezing tight around his shoulders. He slammed his hips down again, pounding deep into her needy pussy, and the kiss broke, her head rolling back as she let out a howl of ecstasy. As she panted hotly for breath, she looked deep into his eyes once again. “It's only natural! I want the best! The best MAN! The best COCK! The best MATE! I want YOU! I want you to MATE me! BREED me! Give me your SEED! Give me your PUPS! Give me LITTERS and LITTERS of your pups! BREED your BITCH!” she implored, legs squeezing around him.
Rhuno groaned as Becca’s words echoed in his mind, his hips suddenly pumping faster. His hips smacked against hers with every thrust, his heavy orange-sized balls striking her ass again and again. Nearly a full foot of red-hot coal-black tauren cock pulled out of her with each stroke before being slammed back into place again. Every stroke was faster and stronger than the last, driven into her with savage strength, her hips bucking up to meet them in primal surrender. They fucked like animals, without reservation or hesitation, just unbridled lust for one-another. With every bed-shaking thrust, he bottomed out inside her velvety womb, and each time, she let loose a moan of louder and longer than the last. Her walls clamped down as waves of pleasure rocked her, her depths greedily milking his shaft for his potent seed. Surges of sensation fed the flames of lust burning hotter and hotter within each of them, and soon they could both feel a burning need for release, a need that could not be denied.
Becca’s claws raked at Rhuno’s broad back, scratching over his tough hide, scrabbling for a grip on her lover as she felt a now-familiar pressure building in her core. This time, though, she didn’t fight it. Instead, she threw herself into it, diving headfirst over the precipice of pleasure toward a raging sea of pure lust. She gripped Rhuno’s powerful frame so tight she lifted up off the bed entirely, her body pressed tightly against warm, rock-hard muscle, clinging to him as his unyielding cock plunged into her once more. The pleasure hit her like a tidal wave, even more powerful than the first, so intense it stole the breath from her lungs. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably, her mouth hanging open in a silent cry of pleasure, tongue lolling from the side mindlessly as her eyes rolled up. Every thought in her mind was wiped away as her mind struggled to process the sheer magnitude of the pleasure rocking her very being all the way to the core. Her core squeezed tight, her depths squeezing around Rhuno’s shaft wildly, her recently-virginal pussy milking his cock in mindless gratitude as she came.
Rhuno couldn’t take it. With Becca’s already tight pussy gripping around his shaft in orgasmic spasms, he lost control, hammering his cock into her in a sudden frenzy, swiftly sending himself careening over the edge. With his two-foot shaft buried deep in the worgen girl’s spasming pussy, his fat balls pulled tight against the root of his shaft. He let loose a low rumble or pleasure, a bellow of primal release as pleasure suddenly exploded through his body. Oceans of supernaturally-potent seed surged up from deep inside him, racing up the length of his pussy-pummeling cock toward their ultimate goal, the fertile womb of a willing woman. Cum fired from his shaft like a cannon, blasting against her innermost walls like the spray of a firehose. He painted her womb in an instant, his thick, creamy, white-hot cum, clinging to her walls, so hot it almost burned for a moment before she could adjust to it. It just kept coming, swiftly flooding her sacred depths with potent cream in a single, seemingly endless shot, a soothing warmth radiating from her overfilled womb.
Becca moaned as her arms gave out, and she fell back to the bed, panting as the waves of her powerful orgasm calmed into the smooth, gentle current of afterglow. She came back to herself just in time to feel Rhuno’s titanic shaft lurch deep in her core as it fired another massive blast of ball-batter into her already-full womb. She could feel his balls tighten against her ass, feel an endless jet of creamy spunk pumping into her, she could even feel her womb reach capacity and begin to expand. Her eyes widened as the long, tubular bulge running along her belly began to disappear, swallowed by the growing dome of her thoroughly-overstuffed womb. She could only watch and moan with pleasure as her belly ballooned out further and further, like a high-speed pregnancy, feeling each surge of hot spunk pumping into her one after another. After nearly a minute and what seemed like a gallon of ball-batter, it finally stopped, her belly large enough to press against his abs, sloshing with hot, creamy cum.
The two lovers stayed still for a long moment, sweaty bodies locked tight together as they savored their afterglow together, panting together in wordless togetherness. Becca broke the stillness, craning her neck up and pressing her lips to his in a slow, passionate, loving kiss. Their tongues danced together in a slow waltz for what felt like forever, silently celebrating their union, celebrating each other, before finally, they pulled apart with a soft smack. Becca looked up at her lover with a wolfish grin and rolled her hips, grinding against him. Rhuno’s unyielding cock gave a lurch of appreciation as her depths rolled around him. Becca licked her lips. “We’ve got one night… Let’s make the most of it.” she breathed. Rhuno grinned down at her, saying nothing, and ground his hips forward.
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The honey-gold rays of the sunrise flooded the room as Rhuno opened the door. Donna Berrymore stood in the hall, feet planted firmly at the threshold of the room, her arms crossed over her chest and a sour expression on her face. The tauren shifted to stand squarely in the doorframe, his immense bulk eclipsing her in his shadow, an intimidating silhouette, even if he was only wearing his frostweave underclothes. But the dark-haired matron was an indomitable woman, and when she met his gaze with a withering glare, even the mighty paladin felt small. “You need to leave. Now.” she spoke, her tone firm and commanding.
Rhuno blinked the last of the sleep from his eyes as he tried to process the command, still half-asleep, confusion on his brow. He glanced back across the room to Becca’s still-sleeping form, now human, as she lay tangled in the torn sheets.
Donna sighed in annoyance. “Fishermen are gettin’ up about now. By the time the sun’s up proper, the rest of’ the town will be up, too. Becca’s folks included. Her dad, he don’t take kindly to gents sniffin’ round his little girl. He’s none too fond of the horde, either. He finds her gone, he’ll come lookin’, and if he finds her here, with you… well, he’s a rabble-rouser. Doesn’t take much to whip up a mob in town like this.” She elaborated in a warning tone. “If yer on the road before he gets here, I can cover for her. Save her some trouble.”
Rhuno blinked again, his mind clearing as the urgency of the situation sank in. He looked over to Becca again, opening his mouth once, then shutting it again, shaking his head softly. There was no time for a real goodbye. “I… I didn’t want to leave like this…” he muttered, voice husky with sleep, then looking back to Donna. “Tell… Tell her goodbye, for me?” he asked, hopeful. Donna nodded and stepped aside to let him pass as he pushed through the doorway, heading toward the stairs. As his hoof hovered over the edge of the top stair, he paused, glancing back to Donna. “...Why are you helping me?” he asked after a moment’s hesitation.
Donna frowned, expression hardening as she stood in the doorframe. “Don’t get the wrong idea, cow. I don’t like you. Last night was a mistake for everyone involved, start to finish.” she clarified. She paused, glancing over to Becca laying in bed, sleeping soundly. Her expression softened a fraction, and she sighed. “But a girl’s entitled to a few mistakes. She likes you, though I can’t fathom why.” she explained, somewhat wistfully. “an’ she’s too young to lose someone to the bloody war, a lover OR a father.” she added on a darker note.
Rhuno nodded, wordlessly starting down the stairs. “Hey.” Donna called after him, and he turned back to see her glaring at him once again. “Just to be clear. If you hurt her, I’ll be hot on your heels, and’ I don’t care how big and’ tough you are, I’ll make you hurt for it, one way or another.” she warned, her eyes flashing predatory gold for an instant.
Rhuno gave a respectful nod and headed down the stairs once again.
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Another quiet night dragged on at the Howling Drunk. Becca sighed softly to herself as she set another empty mug on the bar. The only good thing about the night was her new dress, even if it was just like the old one, and nobody had noticed, it still felt nice. “Becca!” Donna called from the kitchen behind her. Becca’s expression lit up, grateful for a moment’s straction from the monotony, and she turned and headed into the kitchen. Donna stood by the oven, arms cover to the elbows in flour, hands kneading a ball of dough. “I need another bag of’ flour from the cellar.” Donna explained, gesturing with her head to the stairs behind her.
“Sure thing!” Becca replied curtly, heading for the stairs.
“Careful, though.” Donna warned as Becca reached the top step. “I think the rats are back again.” she added. Becca hesitated, staring down into the darkness. Donna looked up from the dough as the silence lingered. “...I can wash up and get it…” she offered.
Becca swallowed and shook her head. “No. No, I can do it.” she reassured her boss, voice firm and level. She drew in a deep breath, closing her eyes. When she opened them again, they gleamed a predatory gold. “Decisively…” She muttered under her breath as she started down the stairs, brow furrowed as her joints began to pop in a familiar fashion.
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