[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, with a new chapter in the continuing saga of Rhuno Sunheart, tauren paladin! The winner of the last 'what's next' poll on my patreon was the barrens, so here it is! I had a mixed experience writing this one. I loved writing the battle scene at the beginning, and I knew exactly what I wanted for the end, but I had a lot of trouble filling out the middle of some reason. It felt... disjointed, incoherent. But then, when I went back and read it over to edit/rewrite, it didn't seem all that bad at all. Perspective is a funny thing.
Anyways, new chapter! As always, [redacted] Enjoy![/pre-story]
Chapter 4: A Battle and a Bond
“Can’t dis dumb beast go any fasta’?!” Zen’Anji demanded, the crimson-mohawked troll woman clinging to the saddlehorn, Rhuno’s armored bulk at her back.
“Kodos are bred for strength, not speed!” Rhuno shot back, gripping Tawo’s reigns a little tighter, the faithful kodo thundering across the golden savannah as fast as her powerful legs could carry her.
Zen'Anji twisted in the saddle, peering around Rhuno’s side. “Dey be gainin’!” She warned, a touch of panic in her voice.
“I know!” Rhuno growled, looking back over his shoulder to confirm that, yes, the horde of centaurs was, indeed, drawing ever-closer as they rode hell-for-leather.
“Well, do sometin’ about it, an’ quick, or we both be dead!” Zen'Anji urged.
“I’m steering! What about you? You’re a druid, right? Do that root thing! Slow them down!” Rhuno snapped.
“Wit’ what roots, mon?! GRASS?!” She snapped back.
An arrow whizzed past, and Rhuno cursed under his breath. They were getting into bow-range already. As soon as they started landing hits, Tawo would start to slow down, and then it would only be a matter of time before they were overtaken and trampled, or just circled by archers and whittled away. This was a losing scenario, he needed to change the engagement. His hooves dug a little harder into Tawo’s hide, trying to urge just the tiniest bit more speed from the great beast as he scanned the plains ahead. He could see the walls of Crossroads, but they’d be pincushions before they made it. The mountains might help, but not enough. The only other feature was… He yanked the reigns to the left, and Tawo turned sharply with a groan, just in time to avoid a volley of arrows.
“What ya DOIN’?!” Zen'Anji demanded, incredulously, as they barreled toward an oasis.
“We’ll take cover in the trees! Their archers won’t be able to hit us from range, and they won’t be as maneuverable in there!”
“Ya dumb cow! Da centaurs hunt dere! Ya runnin’ straight into even more of ‘em!” Zen'Anji hissed.
Rhuno cursed again under his breath, but kept going. “We’ve still got a better chance in there than we do out in the open!” He shouted back.
“Dis a bad plan…” Zen'Anji groaned, resigning herself to her fate.
The two were silent for a heartbeat as Tawo thundered toward the verdant treeline, arrows whizzing past them and bouncing off the kodo’s turquoise banded armor as they rode hard, the thunderous hoofbeats of the herd behind them drawing ever closer. Rhuno was the one to break the momentary silence. “When we get into the trees, just run, okay? Do the cat thing and just… disappear.” Rhuno ordered through gritted teeth. Zen'Anji blinked, stunned. “No sense in both of us dying. I can’t run, but I can hold them off long enough for you to get away.” He added. Zen'Anji, for quite possibly the first time in her life, found herself speechless.
Tawo let out a groan as an arrow slipped between the slats of her armor and punched through her rugged hide, sinking into her hindquarters. Not a bad hit, but it slowed her down enough for the next shot to catch her in the hip. She managed one more step before the leg gave out completely and she fell to the ground with an earth-shaking thud, her passengers tumbling forward over her hump as they abruptly came to a stop, just a few strides from the treeline. Rhuno called out a word in taurahe, and Tawo’s eyes closed, the great beast fading from reality in an instant, the summoning spell dismissed, two arrows falling to the green grass below.
“GO!” Rhuno bellowed, hauling himself and the troll woman upright and practically throwing her toward the trees as he followed a moment later. He barreled into the oasis, plunging into the rising underbrush, bounding from hoof to hoof as he wove through the palms with surprising agility. He didn’t even see Zen'Anji, which he supposed was a good thing. He found himself a small clearing, a little hill devoid of trees, and slid to a stop, iron-shod hooves sinking into the soft grass. As good a hill as any to die on, he thought, the morbid though springing to mind, unbidden. He shook his head, silver-and-gold armor gleaming in the sun as he grabbed the edge of his shield and brought it forward, an inch-thick disk as wide as a man was tall, a gleaming sun-disk emblazoned at its center. He slipped his last finger into the leather loop hanging off his belt and with a flick, brought the wrist-thick shaft of his mace up to smack into his palm, his fingers closing around it, giving it a practice swing, the solid gold globe of its head, as large as a man’s head, sweeping through the air. He muttered another word of taurahe, a helmet materializing over his head, and sank into a battle stance. Let them come.
He could hear the centaurs bellowing with the thrill of the hunt, their prey cornered, the hunters already in the oasis swiftly being brought into the hunt, the whole herd swifty surrounding his little hill. He could see them circling through the trees, almost taunting him. He raised his shield and slammed his mace into it, letting out a deep, rumbling war-cry as the shield rang like a gong. He ducked, suddenly, an arrow whizzing past his horns, only narrowly avoided. He shouted another word of taurahe, and the sun-disk on the shield glowed a blinding white, the golden rays radiating out suddenly extending out past the edge of the shield, giving the disk a ring of spikes. He twisted, hurling the glowing shield like a discus, sending it flying into the trees toward the source of the arrow. He head an impact and a cry, and grinned.
Seeing their prey unshielded, the warriors charged, three of them barreling out of the trees, axes raised high as they rushed at Rhuno from all sides. Rhuno was still as the warriors charged, until, at the very last moment, he raised a hoof and brought it down with an earth-shaking stomp, the centaurs stumbling to maintain their footing as the very ground cracked and split, burning, holy light radiating up from underhoof. As his attackers stalled, he suddenly dropped low and spun around, whipping his mace around toward the one coming at him from behind. There was a sick crack as the centaur’s foreleg folded sideways, the horse-man tumbling to the ground and rolling back downhill, howling in agony. Without missing a beat, Rhuno continued the motion, bringing the mace up and across, smashing the next centaur in the elbow just as he brought his great-axe down. The warrior’s arm folded, the paladin’s strike carrying through to crack him across the jaw and send him tumbling to the ground, unconscious.
The third warrior managed to recover and bring his strike down on Rhuno’s back, only for his hand-axes to glance off some unseen barrier. Th tauren didn’t give him a second chance, raising his mace and muttering another word of taurahe, the golden head suddenly starting to glow, brilliant and white-hot, like a tiny sun. Rhuno brought it down on the stunned centaur, smashing it into the brute’s shoulder, shattering bone and searing flesh wherever it touched. The warrior screamed, but still retaliated with his still-good arm, the blade of his hand-axe coming up under Rhuno’s arm and biting into the seam at his armpit. Rhuno growled through gritted teeth, bringing his free arm up to slam and a massive, gauntleted fist into the warrior’s face, sending the wounded centaur tumbling down the hill, ignoring the trickle of blood he could already feel running down his side.
A young centaur, eager to prove himself where his elders had failed, leapt over one of the fallen warriors and charged up the hill from behind Rhuno, great-axe in hand, steely determination in his gaze. His prey still had no shield, he was still vulnerable! He raised the axe high, leaping forward to bring the strike down with maximum force, when something gold flew past him, just barely grazing his side as it flew. His eyes widened as the tauren spun in place, the golden thing coming to a dead stop as it hit his forearm, suddenly locked in place. His shield! Rhuno ducked low, holding the shield high as he ducked beneath the brash warrior’s front hooves, then, suddenly, pushed up, slamming the sun-disk into the brash warrior’s underside, lifting him up with the sheer force of the impact. Using the centaur’s own momentum against him, he carried him over his head on the steely disk, and with a final shove, sent him flying down the other side of the hill, toppling end-over end until he hit the grassy earth face-first, his own weight snapping his neck.
With the warriors clear, the archers took their shot. A volley of arrows came shooting from the trees in all directions, too many to dodge, too many to block. Rhuno ‘s eyes flashed as magic coursed through him, a shimmering barrier suddenly forming around him, arrows shattering as they struck the wall of light. It wouldn’t last long, but it was long enough for him to take stock of his situation. His hand glowed with magic power as he tucked it beneath his arm, closing the wound on his side as he looked around the glade. The remaining warriors were already massing at the treeline for another rush, bigger than the last. He could see lightning crackling in the shade of the trees as a storm mage prepared to unleash elemental fury upon him. They wouldn’t underestimate him a second time. The situation was looking grim. As the barrier faltered, the warriors reared, hooves pawing eagerly at the air, ready to charge. How many more charges could he take out before he ran out of tricks? Not many… The barrier fell, and the warriors… stopped. Rhuno, braced for the worst, blinked, looking down the hill to see the centaur horde stopped in their hooves, thick roots and thorny vines wound around their horse legs.
“Now, dese roots… Dey’ll work.” Zen'Anji’s voice purred from the trees. A shout went up among the centaurs. Rhuno blinked. “Don’ just stand dere, ya dumb cow! Do sometin’!” The voice added.
A smirk crossed Rhuno’s lips beneath his helmet. No time for a reunion. “Caster!” He shouted, pointing his mace to the storm mage. As though stirred from a trance, the mystic summoned up an arc of lightning between her palms, the air stale with ozone as she called forth the power of the elements. Zen'Anji started to say something, but her words were lost as her voice shifted to a primal roar. A sapphire tiger dropped from the trees above, the mage suddenly screaming as claws raked over her torso, then silenced as razor-sharp fangs closed around her windpipe.
Rhuno didn’t watch. As soon as the word had left his mouth, he had turned, and with a roar, charged down the hill like only a tauren in full plate can. He barreled into a trapped centaur shield-first, the roots and vines holding the warrior’s legs tearing as their captive was suddenly driven back. The centaur slammed into the rough bark of an oasis palm, crushed beneath the tauren’s weight and momentum, birds taking to the air in panic as the tree itself shook with the force of the impact. Too dazed to raise his weapon, the paladin’s burning solar mace came down on his head, the massive ball of metal crushing his head against the tree in gruesome fashion. Rhuno spun on one steel-shod hoof as his target crumpled, putting his back to the tree as the roots spell faded and the herd turned to face their quarry once more. The real fight was just beginning…
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The battle raged for what seemed like ages, the oasis ringing with the sounds of steel on steel and the roars of tauren, tiger, and centaur. Weapons crashed against Rhuno’s shield and armor, glancing blows, mostly, but more solid hits than he was proud of. Time and again, high-pitched screams rang out and then were silenced as Zen'Anji picked off the archers and mages one by one, tearing them apart then disappearing into the brush again, only to emerge and slay another once they were focused on Rhuno again. Occasionally, rhuno would call out for a spell or point out a target, and Zen’Anji would follow through, only to be repaid with a shield or a timely charge when her targets turned the tables on her. Again and again, foolhardy centaur warriors charged the mighty paladin, only to be rewarded with shattered bones and seared flesh, but each time one fell, another swiftly took its place. It was a seemingly endless horde of enemies, waves crashing down upon him, each one rushing to their doom so eagerly that Rhuno didn’t even notice when the last half-dozen survivors turned tail and fled. Rhuno was left panting for breath, blood dripping through the seams of his once-gleaming armor, a half-dozen arrows punched through various seams and gaps as Zen'Anji prowled up in tiger form, the feline body swiftly melting into a more feminine one, her hands and face covered in blood.
Rhuno shot the blue-skinned woman a look through the eye-slits of his helm. “I thought... I told you... to run.” the tauren panted as he raised a gauntleted hand to his chest, his body suddenly wreathed in a flash of brilliant, holy light. As the hand came away, he stood straighter, his breathing still deep, but smooth, regular.
“Yah, well, I’m not all dat good at listenin’.” She replied, casually, turning away to look over the battlefield. She hesitated for a moment before continuing. “Almost did... Zen’Anji don’ care for at all dat ‘honor’ stuff, ya know? Worry ‘bout ya own skin first, yah? Some fool cow wanna get ‘imself killed, dat be his bidness, don’ owe him nuttin’... But den, ya did save me… Didn’t feel right ta let ya get yaself killed.” She explained, looking off into the distance.
Rhuno hooked his mace on his belt again and dismissed his helmet, the metal faceplate fading away to reveal a broad grin behind it. “‘Didn’t feel right’, huh? Sounds like ‘honor stuff’ to me.”
“Don’ make me regret comin’ back, mon.” Zen’Anji replied with a smirk.
Rhuno shook his head. “Ahh, but you would have missed out on that glorious battle! We make a good team, don’t you think?”
Zen’Anji glanced back at him with a smirk, then froze, face twisting with distaste. “Gah. Centaur be a lot less tasty on a troll tongue…” She muttered, wiping the blood from her lips, only to realize her hands were also covered in it. “Best go wash dis off...” she added, then paused, gaze flicking over to Rhuno’s blood-splattered armor, then up to his face. “Ya might want to wash up, too. Bloody fur be a real pain once it dries.” She commented, before swiftly turning on her heel and heading deeper into the oasis. “Besides, I be curious ta see what ya got under all dat armor…” She added, casually, as she walked away, a soft sway in her hips.
Rhuno watched her disappear into the underbrush for a moment, then glanced warily out across the grassland as he grabbed an arrow from his side and pulled it out with a yank and a wince, before pressing a glowing finger over the wound, healing it closed. It didn’t seem like the centaurs would be likely to come back, pretty much the whole band had chased them out of the camp, so there weren’t reinforcements waiting for them… After a moment’s contemplation, and a few more arrows removed, he turned, following the troll into the verdant oasis.
He blinked when he arrived at the pool of water at the heart of the oasis. It was.. shockingly beautiful. The water was a brilliant sapphire blue, so calm and clear he could clearly see the turtles swimming lazily around the depths of the little pond. As he approached, he even caught a glimpse of a zhevra taking a drink before his presence startled it and sent it running back for the savannah once more. But what really caught his eye was Zen’Anji as she dove smoothly into the water, going under for a moment only to breach the surface a second later, throwing her crimson mane of hair back, revealing that she was, in fact, completely naked!
Some time ago, Rhuno might have blushed or averted his eyes, but after enduring the twin’s teasing, his tolerance had gone way up. He stayed cool, pausing at the treeline to consider the situation. She knew he was coming, or, at least, might have come, so it wasn’t like he was peeking. She wasn’t hiding anything. And beyond that, he had to admit, he did not mind the view. It had been non-stop madness since he’d rescued her from the centaur camp, he’d barely had time to get her name and that she was a druid before they started running, he never really got the chance to take a look at her properly.
Zen’Anji’s skin was a smooth, pale blue, decorated liberally with black, tribal style tattoos, mostly bands, repeating patterns wrapped around her upper arms, her wrists, her calves, and two on each thigh, no two bands alike, each subtly different from all the others. She had a couple tattoos on her face, too, a trio of thick diagonal lines, starting just below each eye and sweeping down and out. The warpaint-style markings gave her an air of menace, but looking past them, it was easy to see she was naturally, effortlessly attractive, in a wild, dangerous sort of way. Her lips were full, with smallish tusks peeking up from the corners of her mouth, and she had red eyes and bright crimson hair, her head partially shaved, leaving only a tall, crested mohawk and a set of braids that hung behind her pointed ears before coming forward to rest around her shoulders. He never imagined finding that particular hairstyle attractive, but somehow, it worked for her.
Zen’Anji had quite the figure too. She was tall, with slender limbs ending in three-fingered hands and two-toed feet, her full, round breasts capped with royal blue nipples, and a modest waist with just a hint of tone that flared out into wide hips and creamy thighs. She rolled over in the water, swimming back to the edge of the spring, and Rhuno found himself presented with a mouth-watering view of her ass, twin globes that struck the perfect balance between tight, toned muscle and soft, jiggly flesh. She pulled herself up to sit at the edge of the spring, laying back onto the soft grass with a sigh, her blue nipples pointed proudly skyward as she lazily kicked her tattooed legs through the crystal-clear waters. If he looked closely, he could even see a small patch of crimson fuzz perched atop her mons...
Rhuno realized he was staring, and shook his head, turning his attention to his armor as he began to loosen and shed the heavy plate piece by piece, but all the while, thoughts of Zen’Anji buzzed in his mind. There was something alluring about her, something he couldn’t quite place. He wanted her, that much he had no trouble admitting. But did she want him? He couldn’t be certain. All the girls he’d been with so far had all come on to him, at least, to some degree. This one… she seemed to be keeping her distance, but then, she was suddenly naked… Was getting naked nothing to her, or was she trying to seduce him? Shield, mace, gauntlets, pauldrons, greaves, leggings, and chestplate, piece by piece his armor piled up beside the water. He hesitated as he reached back for the clasp holding his frostweave underarmor in place, before glancing over to the troll’s naked form once more. If she didn’t feel the need to cover up, why should he?
As Rhuno pulled his upper body from his frostweave garb, he felt a pair of eyes roaming his scarred black fur, his powerful arms, rugged chest, and rippling abs. But when he looked, Zen’Anji’s eyes were closed, the troll lounging by the water, soaking up the sun. After a moment, he went back to work, undoing the belt holding the waist in place, letting the blood-stained sapphire material fall down his legs to pool around his hooves. Again, he felt that mysterious gaze, this time fixed upon the beefy shaft that swayed between his thighs and the grapefruit-sized spheres that hung beneath it. Rhuno whipped his head around to find the source, but again, Zen’Anji was the only one there, the blue-skinned troll’s eyes closed as she bit her lip and arched her back in a languid stretch, her firm, full breasts thrust into the air.
Rhuno may not have been the strongest swimmer, but after a long day of fighting in heavy armor under the hot sun, a dip in the crisp water of an oasis was a welcome change. The hulking warrior strode into the cool waters until they were up to his chest, pausing to wash out the streaks of blood matting down his dark fur. Then, with a lunge, he threw himself into the water fully, hooves paddling frantically to keep his horns above water as his powerful arms pulled him forward across the surface. It was… nice. Peaceful.
Something nipped at Rhuno’s ankle. He stopped dead in the water, peering down through the crystal-clear pool, searching for the source. Were the turtles aggressive? No, there weren’t any near him… but he couldn’t see anything else it could have been. He was about to dismiss it as his mind playing tricks on him when there was another nip. Rhuno peered down again, but again, all he could see were turtles, until out of the corner of his eye he glimpsed something else, a flipper of some sort. A thresher, perhaps? The something grabbed his ankle and pulled, nearly dragging the bull under with a spluttering splash. Whatever it was, he had to get back to shore where he could defend himself!
Rhuno leaned forward in the water, kicking furiously, arms sweeping wide to push him forward toward the shore. Again, the thing yanked at his ankle, pulling him out into the deeper waters again, away from the solid footing of the shore. This thing was tenacious! He glanced around the pool, looking for Zen’Anji to come to his aid, but the mysterious troll had disappeared again! He was on his own. After all that fighting, to lose to some stupid animal... He took a breath, steadying himself in the water and letting his hands float at his sides, ready to grapple the troublesome creature next time it came close and put an end to this game... There was a splash behind him, something large breaching the surface! He tried to turn, but he was too slow in the water! It was already on top of him, landing heavily on his back, coiling something around his neck!
“Ya too slow, mon.” Zen’Anji purred in his ear. “Ya been caught.”
“An’she po’alo!” Rhuno cursed in taurahe as he recovered from his momentary panic. “What are you…” He began, words trailing off as he realized those soft things on his back were her breasts, her hard nipples poking through his fur. His pace faltered, and he sank a little in the water before he recovered.
“Don’ fight et, big mon.” She purred, her voice somehow playful and sultry at the same time. “Ya been hunted, good an’ propa’. Now, Zen’Anji got a trophy to play wit’...” She added, one hand coiling around his waist, fingers splayed, caressing his abs as it made its way down toward his hips…
Then, suddenly, the hand was gone, as was the weight on his back. Rhuno spun around in the water, only to see Zen’Anji already climbing up onto the shore with a sensual sway to her hips, her ass jiggling hypnotically as the water dripped from her sumptuous curves. She paused as she emerged from the water fully, glancing back at the stunned tauren with half-lidded eyes and a smirk on her lips, raising a hand to curl a finger in his direction in a beckoning gesture. He paddled to shore with a splash, climbing up onto the soft grass, water dripping from his fur. He strode forward, sliding in behind her without a word, his powerful body against her back, a foot-long slab of thick tauren cock sliding between the perfect globes of her ass, one massive hand coming around to hold her by the waist, pulling her body against his. He felt her shiver at his touch, but then, she spun in place, planting one hand on his chest and the other going down to grip the root of his swiftly-growing shaft.
“Oh, no ya don’, mon. Ya be my prize, caught fair an’ square, ta do wit’ as I please.” Zen’Anji purred, locking eyes with Rhuno as she gave the tauren’s monstrous member a firm squeeze. Rhuno nodded, pulling his hands back and raising them in a gesture of surrender. She grinned.
With one hand on his cock and one on his chest, Zen’Anji guided Rhuno down to his back, laying him out on the grass. She sank down along with him, coming to straddle his thighs, her fingers running through the fur of his chest as she fixed her attention on the massive slab of bull-cock in her grasp. Slowly, she slid her three-fingered hand up the length until it reached the crown, then down again, all the way back to the root once more, a single, teasing stroke. The shaft was hot again her palm, pulsing in time with his heartbeat, growing larger, longer, thicker and harder with each throb. She bit her lower lip, marveling as the already-massive member grew into a truly fearsome weapon beneath her fingertips. She could sense the energy radiating off it, it was more than just heat… it was alive, as it should be, but somehow… moreso.
“I know that look.” Rhuno commented, drawing Zen’Anji’s attention away from his length, and flashing her a reassuring grin. “It’s enchanted. It’ll fit wherever you want it, and it won’t even hurt.” He explained.
“Dat be some powerful mojo…” Zen’Anji muttered, looking impressed for a moment before her expression melted into a playful smirk. “Seems I caught me quite de prize…” She added, her voice almost purring again as she locked eyes with Rhuno and began to stroke his length once more. Her hand moved slowly at first, gliding up and down his length, but with each stroke, it began to move faster and faster, her wrist twisting this way and that as she hungrily watched his expression twist with pleasure. His member swiftly responded, growing, stiffening, hardening to its fullest, a great shaft of wrought iron cock, easily both twice as long and twice as thick as her forearm, hot to the touch and wound all over with thick, pulsing veins. It stood tall and proud, jutting from his hips like a monument to maleness, so long the throbbing, gleaming crown rose to break her line of sight on the tauren’s face, demanding her full attention even as her hand continued to stroke and milk at its fearsome girth.
Zen’Anji bit her lip again, feeling her womanhood grow even wetter as she stared at Rhuno’s monstrous member. Warmth and energy radiated off the fearsome totem, sinking into her soft blue flesh like the warm rays of the afternoon sun, relaxing her fully. It was a powerful mojo, to be sure. She leaned forward, laying the towering slab of cock down against his abs, the throbbing head nearly reaching his rugged pecs, and lowered her head toward the base of it. Even a dip in the oasis just moments ago wasn’t enough to stifle the musky, masculine scent of the tauren’s cum-filled balls, a scent that filled her nose with each breath and cast a haze of desire over her mind.
Zen’Anji flicked her gaze up, tracing along that seemingly endless shaft, her head still lowered, until her eyes met Rhuno’s, the blue-eyes tauren watching the scene with rapt attention. She shot him a predatory smirk, her tongue flicking out to run over her sapphire lips, wetting them before she slowly lowered her head just a little farther, her tongue lolling from her mouth to flick at the tender flesh at the root of his member. Somehow, he even tasted amazing. Emboldened, she flattened her tongue against his bulging cum-channel and crawled her way forward, tongue wiggling side to side as she gave the monstrous shaft a long, slow, meandering lick from root to tip, flicking at the ridge of the flared crown when she finally reached it, never breaking eye contact. Idly, she wondered how much of her desire to worship this cock was just raw animal magnetism and how much of it was tied to that mysterious enchantment, but she only indulged the thought a moment before she was back to the task at hand.
Zen’Anji paused, breaking eye contact to lift the shaft a little and press her soft blue lips against Rhuno’s swollen crown in a lusty kiss. Her tongue darted forward to swirl around the eye, the taste of his sweet, salty precum exploding across her tongue. She moaned softly, pressing herself against the length, her full, soft breasts surrounding as much as of the oversized shaft as they could. Her lips parted, opening wider and wider, engulfing more and more of the gleaming, pulsing knob, stretching almost effortlessly... Maybe this could actually work…
Suddenly, Rhuno winced, letting out a sharp hiss through gritted teeth, and Zen’Anji abruptly pulled back, cursing silently as she pulled her tusks away from the swollen crown. The monster had some powerful mojo, but apparently it wasn’t enough to shift her tusks out of the way. Still… that didn’t mean she had to abandon her efforts entirely. She pulled her lips from the flared crown with a soft smack, her hand sliding up over the pulsing knob to swirl her palm over the spit-slick head. She looked up at rhuno once more, locking eyes with him as she let her tongue slip out to flick at one bulging, pulsing vein.
“Look like ya be too big for Zen’Anji’s lips…” Zen’Anji purred, swirling her palm teasingly over Rhuno’s crown, holding the beastly member upright. She slowly slid down its length, her soft breasts caressing its sides as she moved into a more comfortable position. “But Zen’Anji still wants a good taste o’ dis beast.” She added in a breathy purr, her hot breath rolling over his shaft as her tongue reached out once more, running a long, slow lick along the side of his monstrous member.
Zen’Anji let her tongue roam freely along Rhuno’s beastly cock, the tip tracing along the bulging veins that wound over the monster’s length, aimlessly meandering up and down his jet-black shaft teasingly, her lips occasionally pressing against the beast for a soft kiss. The hand swirling over the bulging head was soon soaked, glistening with a sheen of slick, sticky tauren precum, each pulsing throb of the beastly cock spitting forth another dollop of clear juice. Soon the gleaming obsidian knob was thoroughly polished, the excess beginning to run down the vein-marbled length in glistening rivulets. When the troll’s teasing tongue met one, she moaned softly against his girth, the sweet, salty, musky flavor once more rippling across her tongue. She pressed her lips to the shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hungrily, her tongue swirling over the throbbing surface, searching for more of the tasty treat. As she sucked, more rivulets continued to run down his length, drops of clear, slick juices zigzagging this way and that until they met the soft sapphire skin of her breasts, coating the generous mounds wrapped around the shaft.
Zen’Anji pulled her head back, her lips pulling away from Rhuno’s throbbing shaft with a soft pop. “Mmm… sweet mojo.” She purred, licking her lips, rolling her shoulders to rub her precum-slick breasts up and down along his length teasingly. Her tongue flicked out again, trailing its way down his hot, throbbing length, leaving a glistening trail in its wake. Further and further down it went, her whole body sliding back until the troll’s tongue found its goal, the grapefruit-sized orbs hanging heavily at the root of his monster. She shot him a playful grin past the base of his shaft, her palm still swirling and rubbing over the slick, throbbing crown of his cock as her tongue reached out once more to teasingly flick and swirl over his massive bull-balls.
Zen’Anji leaned in, licking and kissing at Rhuno’s cum-swollen spheres eagerly, until her face was buried in the bull’s ballsack and his potent. musky scent was filling her nose with each breath and filling her mind with a haze of lust. The sheer size and heft of them would have been enough to deserve a little tongue-polishing, in her mind, but these were no ordinary balls. They were so much more! The heat, the power, the pure potency, she could feel it on her skin, taste it on her tongue… As her palm continued to swirl and tease at his gleaming, pre-slick crown, she licked, kissed, and sucked, and nibbled at those churning bull-balls, lips and tongue roaming over the twin spheres, polishing them until they gleamed like obsidian.
Eventually, seemingly satisfied with her work, Zen’Anji shifted her grip, laying Rhuno’s shaft back onto his abs and looking up, locking eyes with him once again. She shifted, flattening her tongue against the base of his bulging cum-slit, eyes still fixed on his, and prowled her way up his body, trailing her tongue along the lengthy shaft in a long, slow, sensual lick. As she reached the head, she gave the flared ridge one final flick on the tongue, abruptly straightening up and and planting her knees, suddenly straddling his hips. With one hand on his chest, and the other still gripping the monstrous member just behind the head, holding it in place, she lowered her hips, grinding her dripping pussy down against the root of his hot, throbbing cock. The monster bucked against her, his bulging cum channel grinding against her aching clit, the sudden stimulation enough to make her hum with pleasure, biting her lip and closing her eyes for a moment.
“Mmmm…” She purred softly, opening her eyes once more and looking Rhuno in the eyes. “Ya ready for da real ting, big mon?” She asked, rolling her hips again. “‘Cause Zen’Anji be ready…” She added, licking her lips.
Zen’Anji began to move, raising her hips, higher and higher and higher still, her body moving forward as she did, until she was looming over Rhuno, her full breasts and sapphire nipples swaying tantalizingly close, just inches from his face. She shifted her grip on his monstrous member, angling the shaft upward until that gleaming onyx crown ground against her glistening lapis lips. She bit her lip in a moment of hesitation, looking down at the impossibly thick bull-cock poised to plunge into her pussy, it just felt lt so enormous, so impossibly huge, so… hot. The iron shaft’s heat was already spreading through her from the touch, all the tension in her nervously-twitching pussy melting away.
Zen’Anji swallowed, raised her head, and locked eyes with Rhuno once more. Without a word, she pushed herself back, her tender folds grinding against the flared crown for a moment before parting around it as the force became too much to resist. She bit her lip, she could feel herself stretching, her lips opening wider and wider as she continued to push back, her fingernails biting into the tauren’s steely shoulder as she gripped it hard. She didn’t stop, the intense heat melting her resistance as she drove herself back onto the hot iron spear, the steely shaft unbending, unyielding, even as she pushed harder and harder against it. How thick could this monster be, she found herself wondering, her natural limits were already well exceeded, but still, there was no pain, just as he’d promised, only warmth, tingling pleasure, and an intense stretching sensation. She dropped her head to look down her body once more, eyes riveted to the view of her tight little entrance spreading wide around the fat crown, just in time to see the flared ridge push past her entrance and slip inside her, along with the first few inches of his monumental shaft.
Rhuno gave a quiet groan, and Zen’Anji moaned softly in reply, her progress coming to a halt. She was just so incredibly FULL. Rhuno’s monstrous weapon throbbed inside her tight entrance, impatiently reminding her of its presence, as though she could possibly forget the massive, hot iron spear filling her like nothing before. She wiggled her hips, feeling the flared tip shift inside her, every tiny motion sending sparks of sweet sensation dancing through her core. And this was just the head! She still had a LONG way to go... Bracing herself once more, she began to push back again, rolling her hips as she moved, her walls writhing around the massive invader as she sank onto it bit by bit, what should rightfully have been pain turned to delicious ecstasy as she took him in.
Rhuno groaned once more, the sound rumbling out of his barrel-like chest as his shaft was slowly engulfed, inch after inch swallowed into Zen’Anji’s tight, hot, wet, rippling depths. The troll’s rolling, shifting hips constantly worked to tease and please his monstrous member, milking it as she sank further and further down upon the steely shaft. Suddenly, with more than half his length already inside, there was an impact deep in her core, his blunt crown bumping against her inner barrier, the writhing druidess suddenly freezing in place, eyes going wide as her core squeezed down hard, clenching around his shaft. Rhuno flicked his gaze down to where their bodies came together, the troll’s pale blue belly bulging visibly as she was stretched well beyond her natural limits by his red-hot shaft. The sight alone made his monstrous meat-stick give a lustful throb, the blunt, hot crown pulsing against the gateway to her sacred depths.
Rhuno reached up, thick fingers firmly grasping Zen’Anji’s generous hips, and with a single flex of his powerful limbs, slammed the frozen troll woman down, his burning-hot shaft plunging through her barrier and into her waiting womb. The stunned troll could only manage a strangled cry before her voice went silent as she was abruptly impaled upon the bull’s brutish weapon, her eyes still wide as her body suddenly trembled wildly. Her arms folded, abruptly too weak to hold herself up, and she toppled forward onto the bull’s broad, muscular chest, silently shaking with pleasure, face buried in his fur. For a moment, the two of them were still, bodies almost as close as they could possibly be, her hips held firmly against his while her inner walls rippled and spasmed around him uncontrollably, the entrance to her womb gripping like a vice.
“Spirits…” Zen’Anji muttered under her breath, once she could breathe again, her face still buried in Rhuno’s furry, muscular chest. Arms still weak, she managed to push herself up once again, looking down at Rhuno with an almost unreadable expression. “Ya just couldn’t let Zen’Anji set de pace, could ya, mon?” She demanded, a note of annoyance in her voice, pointedly poking him in the chest as she did.
Rhuno blinked. “...Sorry?” He offered, uncertainly, his grip on her hips loosening.
Zen’Anji narrowed her eyes. “Ya betta’ be sorry, or ya gonna be sorry! Ya tink just ‘cause you got da biggest dick and da sweetest mojo ya can just do what ya want?” She demanded, her voice still angry even as her hips began to shift in tiny circles, still impaled upon Rhuno’s steely shaft. “Ya- mm- Ya in trouble now, mon. Ya got me- oo- goin’, already. Now ya gonna- ah- gonna hafta hold out ‘til I be -oooh- be satisfied!” She warned, her words punctuated with soft gasps, moans, and coos of pleasure as the movements of her hips grew a little wilder.
Rhuno’s expression of confusion shifted into a smirk. His hands moved off her hips, one sliding down, caressing her tattooed thigh, the other going up, cradling her slender waist, letting her hips move more freely. “I think I can manage that.” He replied.
Her mask of anger cracked into a playful smirk as she looked into his eyes once more, easing her hips up until the flared head tugged at the entrance to her womb, threatening to pop free. “Ya really tink ya can handle it, big mon?” she asked, giving her hips a wiggle, like a cat ready to pounce.
Rhuno’s grin grew a little wider, an eager, playful confidence in his eyes. “I love a challenge.” He replied, simply.
Zen’Anji grinned back, and without another word, slammed her hips down once again, impaling her womb on Rhuno’s rigid rod in a single motion. Tauren and troll both rolled their heads back and cried out with pleasure in unison, his a deep, rumbling groan, hers a sultry, wavering moan. Neither cared to savor the moment, for even as the pleasure surged through their bodies, a ravenous lust grew within both of them, a hunger for more, a hunger that demanded to be satisfied. Without a moment’s hesitation, she began to raise her hips again, his hand on her waist eagerly helping her along, her tightly-gripping walls milked at his red-hot length until the fat crown of his monstrous member once more tugged at the entrance to her womb. She didn’t wait this time, slamming her hips down hard, the brutish bull-cock pounding against the back of her womb as their bodies smacked together, her shapely ass jiggling with the force of the impact as she let out another moan.
Zen’Anji swiftly set a steady pace, slamming her hips down onto Rhuno’s monstrous member, then rising up only to slam down once more, the crash of their bodies becoming a pounding, primal beat. Rhuno quickly found the rhythm and began to move in time, bucking his hips up as she descended, the beat subtly shifting as he joined in. Zen’Anji’s hips responded eagerly, rolling and swaying as they rode up and down, causing her depths to ripple and writhe around his red-hot shaft sensually, playing a melody of pleasure over their pounding, rhythmic thrusts. They cried out in the throes of pleasure, his deep groans a rumbling bass, a counterpoint to her melodic moans. The two moved in perfect harmony, bodies and voices singing with pure pleasure as they made sweet music together, a song of lust, passion, and, perhaps, something more...
Rhuno could resist no longer. Even as their bodies moved in perfect harmony, even as his monstrous member claimed the depths of Zen’Anji’s womb with each thrust, there was still a barrier he hadn’t broken yet, a line yet to cross. The hand on her thigh began to move, thick, calloused digits caressing the sapphire flesh of his lover, sliding up her tattooed thigh, over her rolling, bucking hips, her writhing, sensual waist, her back, her shoulders, her neck, until it gripped the base of her skull, it’s hold gentle, yet firm. Zen’Anji’s crimson eyes snapped open with surprise, flicking down only to find the the dark-furred tauren looking up at her. His icy blue gaze stared deep into her eyes with a look she’d never seen before, a look that made her already-pounding heart throb.
“Wha-” Zen’Anji began, then abruptly went silent. Suddenly, she felt… frozen. Her body still moved, almost automatically, hips rolling and bouncing wildly on Rhuno’s steely shaft, but her mind was paralyzed. She could hardly think, she couldn’t even look away, his intense stare seeming to pierce into her very soul. She was… afraid. Terrified, even. Not afraid that he would hurt her, somehow, she knew she was safe, but still… She felt like a cat hiding from a hungry wolf, afraid to be discovered. Afraid that he would break down her defenses, the walls of disinterest, the armor of playful humor, the mask of cool control, and see her, the real her, behind it all.
Rhuno’s arm flexed, pulling Zen’Anji down, gentle but insistent, drawing her toward him. Her eyes widened a little further as her heart pounded even harder in her chest, the rhythm of her hips accelerating subconsciously. He pulled her closer, closer, closer still… And then, suddenly, he closed his eyes, craned his neck, and pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. It was like being struck by lightning, a hot arc of electric sensation shooting through her, running from his lips to her spine and out along her every nerve, connecting to the black iron shaft planted in her womb like it was a lightning rod, her entire body suddenly frozen, every muscle pulled tight. His shaft pulled back, then thrust forward again an instant later, discharging the electric sensations once more, but this time, reversed, her pussy squeezing and spasming as it exploded with electric pleasure, the sensation shooting back up her spine and out, only to connect his lips again. And it didn’t stop. It was like a circuit running through her each time he filled her once again, overloading her mind and body with pleasure each time the massive member slammed into her, the white-hot sensation burning away everything but itself, waves of agonizing ecstasy she never wanted to end.
When the mind-numbing pleasure finally abated, Zen’Anji realized she was still, her body rigid and spasmed uncontrollably, her lips still pressed to Rhuno’s, his thick, powerful tongue probing at her lips as she trembled with raw lust. The powerful bull was bucking his hips high off the ground to hammer his enchanted member against the back wall of her womb, using her super-sensitive body like a living sex toy. She didn’t like that, but only because she wasn’t participating. As soon as she had control of her body again, her lips parted, her tongue pushing forward to meet his, and her hips began to move again, slamming against his once more, the two swiftly finding a frenzied rhythm as they fucked and kissed wildly, hungrily, passionately, her defenses shattered.
It was like they were made for each other. As their tongues danced and swirled, their bodies crashed together over and over, speaking volumes without words, each reading every tiny movement and shift of their partner almost effortlessly. When Rhuno shifted his hips to change the angle of his thrusts, Zen’Anji shifted to accommodate, and when Zen’Anji clawed hungrily at his broad shoulders, Rhuno accelerated. Again and again, Rhuno’s enormous enchanted ebony erection slammed into Zen’Anji’s warm, wet, welcoming womb, his cum-heavy balls swinging up to rhythmically slap against her thick, jiggling, sapphire-blue ass. They moaned and groaned into their ravenous kiss with each smack of flesh on flesh, bodies burning with raw lust as they fucked with animal savagery, burning desire, and the skill of long-time lovers.
Suddenly, Rhuno broke the kiss to let out a particularly powerful groan, head rolling back as his voice rumbled out of his chest, his monstrous member throbbing and bucking wildly deep inside Zen’Anji’s tight pussy. He didn’t need to say anything for her to know what was coming. As one, the two lovers began to move even faster, redoubling their already frenzied pace, the rhythmic smack-smack-smack of their bodies ringing through the oasis. With the kiss broken, their once-muffled moans and groans filled the air once more, with each thrust, another surge of pleasure, another cry of lust. The song of their passionate sex filled the oasis, a symphony of lust and pleasure and mutual desire, swiftly rising to a crescendo as Rhuno approached the limits of even his legendary endurance.
With a mighty roar of primal lust, of ultimate release, Rhuno slammed his hips up, burying his titanic shaft to the hilt in Zen’Anji’s tight, twitching pussy. His balls tightened, the grapefruit-sized spheres pulling up against the root of his monolithic member as they boiled over with potent tauren seed. His red-hot shaft lurched, bucking inside the troll’s depths as a white-hot geyser of seed surged up its length, a wave of indescribable pleasure rolling over the mighty tauren as he unleashed the flood. His cum blasted forth like liquid dragonfire, molten lust pounding against the back wall of Zen’Anji’s womb, splattering in every direction, like a firecracker going off in her core. His thick, creamy spunk flooded her depths in a single shot, staining her deepest depths white with more cum in a single spurt than any troll male could with a dozen loads.
Zen’Anji could only moan and writhe as Rhuno unloaded deep inside her, her sensual hips rolling, milking the bull’s monstrous member for more. It seemed he was more than willing to provide, his fearsome phallus firing again and again, pumping spurt after spurt of thick spunk into her, filling her to capacity and beyond with potent, white-hot seed, her womb stretching to accommodate the monumental load until her smooth stomach bulged slightly with the sheer volume of spunk. She shivered at the sensation of fullness, the feeling of his thick, hot seed swirling and sloshing deep inside her, the glowing warmth of raw life energy filling her womb… Her hips continued to roll even as the enormous loads slowly began to taper off, her walls rippling and squeezing out every last drop of potent cum from his massive bull-cock.
As his climax finally came to an end, Rhuno went lip, sinking down to lay back on the soft green grass, his powerful chest heaving as he caught his breath, his dark fur glistening with sweat.
“I hope ya don’ tink ya be finished yet, big mon…” Zen’Anji purred teasingly from atop him as she gave her hips a roll, the paladin’s unwavering shaft still steel-hard inside her.
Rhuno said nothing, he simply grinned, reaching up to grab her by the back of the head once again and pull her down for another passionate kiss as the two began to move again.
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The stars gleamed like diamonds in the night sky, the songs of crickets and frogs filling the air, Mu’sha’s soft glow illuminating the oasis as Rhuno lay back on the soft grass, staring back up at her, breathing deep but soft. His powerful arms gently cradled Zen’Anji as she lay atop him, the two finally at rest, their bodies still connected, her belly filled with at least a half-dozen loads of his potent seed. The two were silent for a long time, too tired to move, too tired to speak, listening to the sounds of each other’s breathing, feeling their partner’s heart beating in time with their own.
“...You know, you could come with me.” Rhuno said, finally breaking the near-silence, still looking . Zen’Anji said nothing. “We work well together. I’ve got strength and you’ve got stealth, and we both have magic… It would be nice to have some company on the road.” He continued, ignoring the silence.
“...I can’t.” She replied after a long pause, fingers running through his chest-fur before curling into a fist, never raising her head.
“Why not?” Rhuno asked, simply.
“...I have a mission. Sometin’ I have ta do. Alone.” She said, simply, offering no further explanation.
“Ah…” Rhuno muttered, dejectedly, falling silent for a moment. “...Maybe we could meet again? Like, one year from now, we both come back to this oasis? Or Crossroads, maybe, a bed would be nice-” He began.
“No.” Zen’Anji said, sharply cutting him off, still not looking at him.
“...Well, why not?” Rhuno demanded, a huff of annoyance in his voice. “I know you feel it too. We have a connection. ...Don’t we?”
“...It… It jus’ wouldn’t work out.” She insisted, hesitantly.
“Why not? Why shouldn’t we even try?” Rhuno pressed.
“Because…” She muttered, searching for an explanation for a long moment, before finally sighing and giving up. “Because ya too good. Ya a good person, Rhuno. Ya kind, ya sweet, an’ ya ready ta die like a dog ta save a random stranger, just ‘cause it be the right thing ta do. I… I be a bad girl. I lie, I cheat, an’ when it got dangerous, I ran an’ left ya ta die, just to save me own skin, even after ya saved me once already… If ya really did die...” She explained, her voice cracking slightly.
Rhuno was silent for a moment, staring up at the sky. “...And yet, you came back.” He said, simply. “You could have gotten away. But you came back, even though it was dangerous, even though you could have died too. You ran. You can’t change that. But I think remembering that you came back is much more important.” He continued. “...I think you’re a better person than you give yourself credit for.” He added, finally.
Zen’Anji said nothing.
With a soft smirk, Rhuno rolled his shoulders, settling back into the grass once more, still cradling Zen’Anji against his chest before closing his eyes and letting sleep wash over him.
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When Rhuno awoke to the light of An’she’s rising, Zen’Anji was nowhere to be found.
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