[Musing] Lien's Adventures, Part 1

[pre-story]The first in a possibly continuing series of patron-requested musings featuring a cuddly pandaren lady. [redacted][/pre-story]

Part 1: Tense

“You look tense.” A soft voice commented.

Gorus Boarslayer blinked, momentarily confused, and looked up from his mug of ale, his heavy green brow furrowed slightly as he turned toward the source of the voice. Two seats down the bar, there sat a pandaren woman, leaning an elbow on the bar, her cheek resting on her fist. She looked out of place in the dim, smoky bar, quite unlike The Wyvern’s Tail’s usual clientele, a parade of grim-faced orcs and trolls that somberly drank away their sorrows. For one thing, there was her dress, a slinky thing, bright red silk embroidered with gold, the shimmering material hugging her ample curves, with slits on both sides that ran all the way up to her hips. She was curvy in the extreme, with thick thighs, wide hips, a slight taper to her waist, and enormous, full breasts, almost as big as her head. She was covered head to toe in soft fuzz, alternating patches of white and black, most notably black patches around her eyes that stretched down onto her cheeks in two long streaks. Her hair was long, except for her straight-trimmed bangs, the rest tied back into a long, thick braid that ran down to the small of the back, and it was mostly black but for a stripe of bright green that ran from her bangs all the way down her braid. She smiled as his eyes met hers, a sparkle of playful intent glinting in her deep green eyes.

“My name is Lien Lightpaw. Perhaps I can help you relax a little?” She purred, leaning a little closer. Gorus swallowed. Was this really happening?


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“Ohhhh, fuck…” Gorus groaned into his pillow.

“You’re so tight! You really need to learn to relax…” Lien commented, her soft voice coming down from above and behind as her fingertips gripped a little harder, digging into his thick, knotted muscles.

“I- I’m trying! I’ve never done this beFORE!” Gorus objected, only to stiffen once again as he felt the pressure once more.

Lien straightened up, pulling her paws away from Gorus’ green flesh and closing her eyes, sweeping her paws through the air in circular, flowing patterns, a pale green mist gathering around them as they moved. Then, with the mist still thick, she opened her eyes again and struck with both arms, driving the heels of her palms into the back of the large orc’s shoulders, the pale mist sinking into his flesh as she ground them into the dense triangles of muscle.

“OHHHhhhhhh~” Gorus groaned as a tension he hadn’t realized he was carrying melted away under the pandaren’s magical touch.

“There you go~.” Lien purred, fingertips wrapping around his shoulders, thumbs grinding in little circles along his spine, up toward his neck. “I see this all the time with warriors, especially orcs. You use all your strength in everything you do, like you’re trying to show off. You put too much strain on your muscles! Sooner or later, they’re going to tear themselves apart!” She chided as she continued the massage.

Gorus groaned as she went over his body muscle by muscle, soft paws working out the knots one by one, her skillful fingers alone enough for most, the more stubborn ones requiring a little bit of that mystic mist to properly unravel. She roamed down over his shoulders, his back, his arms, his thighs, his calves, even his feet. It all felt amazing. By the ancestors, he’d never felt so relaxed. He was practically limp by the time she rolled him over to work on his front. Well… not entirely so for long.

She started at his feet, her thumbs kneading the rough soles for a moment, before moving up, caressing his thighs, first one, then the other, and he felt his body respond. The fluffy towel he’d wrapped around his hips suddenly lifted as his member rose to the occasion. He looked down at her, fearful she might notice, and for a mere moment, he thought he saw her looking at the growing bulge, but it must have been a mistake, because she seemed not to even notice it from there.

Apparently finished with his legs, she strode around the table to stand above his head as she put her paws to his chest and began to knead and massage his broad pecs. She leaned forward bit by bit as she began to work her way down to his rugged abs, and Gorus’ eyes widened as her massive breasts swayed and wobbled against the silk dress confining them with each tiny movement, bobbing lower and lower, the enormous globes filling his vision completely. As they dropped lower and lower, his towel rose higher and higher, his member stiffening even as the rest of him relaxed. She smelled like flowers, food, and incense, soothing and sweet but stirring a certain hunger in him.

As her fingertips brushed the edge of his towel, it suddenly slid off the towering emerald shaft, cool air caressing his vein-marbled length as it bobbed along with his pulse. It was uncut, and a little more than a foot long, just a little longer than average for an orc, but it was incredibly fat, thicker than the pandaren’s swirst and covered with bulging, wildly-zigzagging veins. He felt rather than saw the moment his member reached full hardness, his foreskin pulling back to reveal the gleaming, swollen crown fully. He probably should have been ashamed, or apologetic, or at least made some move to re-cover his member, but he found himself hypnotized, entranced by the swaying, jiggling tits hanging just inches in front of his face.

Suddenly a soft paw wrapped around his cock, and Gorus jolted from his trance, eyes flicking toward his member, then up to Lien’s face. She looked down at him past the glorious swell of her bust, a slight smirk on her lips. “Now that you’re nice and relaxed... perhaps you could help me relax a bit, too?” She purred, playfully, as her fingers began to slowly, teasingly stroke up and down the length of his thick orcish cock. He groaned in response. Her touch felt like silk on his shaft.

Lien’s free hand came up to her shoulder, and with a flick of her fingers, a flap of material came loose. The hand roamed down her side, undoing subtle clasps as it went, until the dress fell open entirely, freeing her massive melons to hang heavily just inches from Gorus’ face, the pillowy mounds crowned with wide, black areola and plump, suckable nipples. His shaft throbbed at the sight, bucking in her silken grasp, and she grinned proudly. “You like my chest, huh? How about this?” She asked, suddenly dropping her chest. Gorus’ eyes widened as those twin moons drew closer, then completely eclipsed his vision, plunging his world into darkness. His shaft throbbed again, and he gave a muffled groan as he was smothered by her glorious tits, his face completely covered by her soft, pillowy titflesh. He could hardly breathe, and what air he did manage to draw in was thick with the delicious scents clinging to her fur.

Gorus reached up blindly, his big, rough hands groping for the twin mounds covering his face, but just as swiftly as Lien had dropped them down, she pulled them away, leaving him blinking in the sudden return of the light, his hands squeezing only air. “Ah-ah-ah.” She chided. “You’re supposed to be completely relaxed. You just lie back and let me take care of everything.” She purred, hand coming up to guide his hands back down to the bed at his sides.

Gorus had to admit, for a big girl, she sure moved fast when she wanted to. One moment she was standing by his head, the next she was at his side, and the next she bounded up onto the bed, landing light as a feather and settling in, her thick, juicy thighs straddling his own, her hand still slowly stroking his throbbing erection. She pushed her hips forward for a moment, grinding her hot, dripping slit against the underside of his shaft, teasing herself with his cock. “Mmm… I must admit, I always get a little excited massaging big, strong, muscular guys…” She purred.

“...Fuck, that’s a sexy view.” Gorus muttered as he looked up at the thick, juicy pandaren woman on top of him, his eyes hungrily drinking in her curves as she rolled her hips against his shaft.

Lien smirked. “If you like how it looks, just wait ‘till you see what it feels like.” She teased. She leaned forward, planting one paw on Gorus’ rippling abs for stability as she raised her hips up high, pushing herself up on her toes, her other hand guiding his thick green shaft into position, angling it straight up. Slowly, she began to lower her hips again, biting her lips as she felt the fat head press against her slit. Her lower lips parted as she continued to lower herself, stretching around its incredible girth, warmth and wetness engulfing his tip. She let out a soft, breathy moan as the head slipped inside her entirely, her knees once more settling onto the bed. “Mmm… Yours feels pretty fucking good, too.” She purred.

Lien’s second paw joined the first resting on Gorus’ torso as she leaned further forward, fingertips trailing up to his muscular chest. Their eyes met and locked as she bit her lip and began to slowly push her hips down onto that thick pillar of emerald cock. Inch by inch, the brutish orc member disappeared into her hungry pussy, hot wetness swallowing more and more of him by the second, her blunt claws raking over his rock-hard chest as her fingers curled with the sensation. She broke eye contact as she passed the halfway mark, throwing her head back and letting out a soft moan. She shifted her hips, swirling them around and around as she continued to push herself down further and further onto the steely shaft.

When Lien’s hips met Gorus’, she paused, feeling his thick orc cock almost reaching her cervix. “Fuck, you’re so deep inside me…” She purred, falling forward completely, her soft, curvy body flattening against his rugged muscular torso, their eyes almost level. She savored the sensation for a moment, feeling his body against hers, her hard nipples poking into his chest, then looked down at him, a playful smile creeping across her lips. She began to move again, swirling her hips in little circles, grinding against him teasingly, and he let out a groan. Her inner walls felt so smooth and soft, like oiled silk, but her core spasmed and clenched with incredible strength, gripping him like a vice and rippling up and down his length, whether it was intentional or not, he couldn’t tell, and he really didn’t care.

Lien suddenly stopped grinding and began to buck, lifting her thick, juicy hips with her chest still resting on Gorus’, then slamming them back down, impaling herself on his steel-hard shaft over and over. Her spine rippled as her curvy body rolled against his, bucking and writhing, both unable to handle the intense sensations and hungry for more. She arched her neck back, eyes squeezing shut as she moaned with pleasure, savoring each pump of brutally thick orc cock into her hungry pussy, the thick shaft’s bulging veins giving it a distinct texture that made her shiver. Her hips bucked faster and faster, rolling side-to-side as the beast plowed into her again and again, her thick, juicy ass swaying and jiggling as she bounced it up and down his monumental cock.

Lien’s breasts flattened harder against Gorus’ chest as her hips bucked faster still, slamming herself down onto the fat orc cock over and over again, the thick, pulsing shaft glistening with her sweet nectar. It had been far too long for the both of them. His cock throbbed angrily, bucking deep inside the silken embrace of Lien’s tight pussy, veins bulging as it swelled even thicker, ready to explode. Meanwhile, the pandaren’s knees were beginning to tremble as her core began to twitch and spasm, tension building deep inside her like a steel spring coiling dangerously tight, threatening to tear itself apart. Neither could hold out much longer, and both knew it, but neither wanted the moment to end.

It was Gorus who gave in in the end. His muscular arms came up, coiling around Lien’s thick, juicy curves and grabbing on tight. One strong, rugged hand gripped the pandaren’s thick, juicy ass, fingers sinking deep into the plush, fuzzy peach and pushing it down to hilt himself in her spasming pussy, his abs rippling as he ground himself up into her. The other hand came up behind her head, gripping the back of her skull and pulling her down as he arched his neck up and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her hard and suddenly, his tusks grazing against her fuzzy cheeks as his thick tongue pushed between her lips hungrily. Caught off-guard, Lien’s eyes went wide with surprise, then even wider when she felt that monstrous orc cock buck violently inside her.

Gorus came like a geyser, a massive surge of hot cum boiling up his veiny shaft, surging toward the tip before finally blasting into Lien’s pussy, splattering against the entrance to her womb. She felt the impact and moaned into his lips, the sensation enough to set her own orgasm off, her pussy suddenly spasming wildly as her body began to tremble. Their bodies ground together as they came in unison, instinctively trying to get even closer as waves of white-hot pleasure overwhelmed their rational minds. They were nearly still for what seemed like ages, only moving to grind into each other and shudder with each spurt of thick, creamy orc cum that pumped into her pussy.

Eventually, the pleasure subsided, fading from burning ecstasy to the warmth of afterglow. Their lips came apart, both of them panting at the intensity of their shared climax, panting for breath, the orc’s powerful arms slowly relaxing their iron grasp. After a moment, Lien rolled her hips experimentally, and hummed softly at the sensation of thick cum sloshing inside her and the still-iron-hard orc cock levering against her innermost walls. “Mmm… You’re still hard.” she purred.

Gorus grinned. “Can you blame me?”

Lien smirked. “Fair enough…” She muttered, leaning down to nip at his lower lip teasingly. “But then… if you’re still stiff, I can’t really say my job’s done, now can I?” She asked, playfully, then let out a playful scream as the powerful orc suddenly rolled over on top of her with a growl.