Three Days
It was one of those days. Ambershanks was having a difficult time keeping his pace short of a jog as his mind bounced between the numbing boredom of the past day and the excitement to come. He had hardly been able to keep still all afternoon, his body sitting through meeting after meeting for the Circle with his mind and spirit contentedly at home, curling up alongside his mate and doing what lovers do. Usually he had more self-control than that; he was generally able to trick people into thinking he was paying attention, but today he could not even keep up that facade. It was just one of those days, he told himself.
But that was all past. The hours had finally caught up to him, was all, and he would make up for them. Samhuinn had been away in Winterspring for three days, sent by the Arch Druid to try and talk some ecological sense into the goblins up there. No doubt that went well, Ambershanks thought to himself with a flash of a grin. A dedicated druid and a good mate he was, but Samhuinn was not one for persuasive speech in any way or form. The tauren's smile grew into a chuckle as his pace quickened, nearly skipping across the long wooden bridge that led from the Upper Rise of the capital of his brethren Tauren Bluff toward the Elder Rise, home of the wisest and most elder of tauren - and himself.
As hooves left the planks, so did paws touch the grass as he fell to all fours, his tan fur melding into gold, his dark mane sprouting brown as he assumed the lion's form. He was in full sprint by this point, his excitement overcoming his control. He chased the wind around the long path of dirt, passing huts and trees and one of the dedicated Bluffwatchers, who turned and scratched her head curiously at the blur of yellow that had just whizzed past her. He padded his way up to his humble little hut, his forelimbs pushing themselves up off the ground as his feline form melted away, replaced with coarse tan fur and the thin earthen robe that composed his clothing. He took only the quickest moment to lick his tauren hand and brush it back through his mane before he grasped the tent to the flap and pulled it open, announcing, "I am home!"
As the light poured into the tent, green eyes rose to meet him, accentuating a quiet, certain smile. Samhuinn was so often dressed from head to hoof in clothing that it came to Ambershanks as a pleasant shock that he would be there in only a robe, dark and rich like the color of his maroon fur. The smaller tauren meekly set aside his little quill and tome and got up from his seat, brushing aside the hair from his eyes.
"... Well... hello there. ... Feels like a-a while, doesn't it?"
The three days since they had last touched seemed as long as the time it took for Ambershanks to cross the tent and grasp his mate up in a bear hug, kissing him soundly on the lips, digging his fingers into his mane. Their horns clicked and scraped as their heads moved. Supporting his back, Ambershanks leaned into the younger tauren, bending him backwards such that Samhuinn more fervently wrapped his arms around his mate's back, holding on. His robe was almost as soft as his lips and his fur.
After a long while, Ambershanks withdrew from the kiss, helping Samhuinn right himself. Dazed and exhilarated, the darker tauren gave Ambershanks a goofy half-grin, raising a paw to scratch gingerly at his neck. His eyes were wide, excited, as though overwhelmed.
"E-earthmother, Ambershanks," he half-laughed, still rubbing his mane. "D-do you not wish to ask me h-how my trip went?"
"Samhuinn," Ambershanks assured him, narrowing the distance between them again. "I wish for you to tell me every single last detail - afterwards."
He did not allow Samhuinn to ask him after what. He nearly tackled the younger bull, pinning him to the ground, laughing quietly at his mate's shocked face beneath him. Silencing his surprise with timed kisses to Samhuinn's snout, Ambershanks quickly peeled himself out of his own robe, growling lustily. Thick peach scars along his side revealed themselves, hairless and wide; Samhuinn had to pull himself into a sitting position, touching them soundlessly while his mate helped him out of his own clothing.
"Well," Ambershanks purred, taking in the sight of his lover's naked body. He was upon his knees, Samhuinn upon his rear, their faces inches apart, their eyes eagerly watching the other's body. His left, dominant hand reached out, pressing itself against the base of Samhuinn's erect penis. "Looks like somebody missed me."
A gentle sigh escaped Samhuinn's lips. His hand reflexively slipped down from the larger bull's side, tracing a line down the line of his inner thigh to brush along his mate's own erection. "... I... d-don't appear to be the only one," he whispered, his timid smile knowing.
Ambershanks placed his right palm upon Samhuinn's chest, feeling his mate press into his hand. His left half balanced itself upon his mate's thigh as he lowered himself down to the younger bull's crotch and inhaled deeply. The day had given Samhuinn a powerful scent. Ambershanks smiled inwardly, wondering if the afternoon had felt as agonizingly long for his love as it had for him. He wasted no more time, leaning forward and flicking the tip of the darker tauren's penis with his tongue, once, twice, then took the length of it into his mouth.
Samhuinn nearly melted into the floor. The rug shifted and squished beneath his bare rump as he squirmed inside Ambershanks's mouth. His green eyes lulled up into his head as they vanished behind eyelids, his chest giving off a great sigh as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. After a long moment, he raised one paw from the rug and stroked the base of his husband's horn, scratching deep into the fur. He felt beads of precum form inside Ambershanks's mouth, only to be swept away by his roving tongue.
After a minute or two had passed, Ambershanks slipped his hand forward, pressing against Samhuinn's scrotum and wriggling his testicles around. His mate's response caused him to grin fiercely; Samhuinn grunted low in his chest, momentarily forgetting his usual modesty. His lips parted, tongue heaving, no longer masking his arousal. His hips shifted forward automatically, thrusting upward into the older bull's mouth. Ambershanks's own penis was throbbing wildly against the air, begging for attention.
When he could hold back no longer, Ambershanks withdrew from Samhuinn's groin, looking up into his mate's face with blue eyes that would not take no. Once Samhuinn's own eyes fluttered open, Ambershanks whispered, quiet but insistent, "Roll over, onto your knees." His hand upon Samhuinn's chest stroked along to his side, which he tapped twice.
Samhuinn complied swiftly, his movements eager. His brown-furred knees dug into the carpet as the tauren arched his back, setting his rear high, arms extended against the rug. Slowly, bashfully, he turned his head to tuck into his shoulders, peering up at his mate with an anxious and pleading look, silent. His reddish tail swished lazily behind him, cycling through revealing and masking his exposed tailhole and his dangling sack below it.
This submission proved too much for Ambershanks after a day like this. He lifted himself up to his own knees and grasped his bullhood in his left hand, pumping the sheath several times. Droplets of precum gathered at the tip as he pressed his cock against Samhuinn's tailhole, stiffened his resolve, and plunged inside.
It was like lightning zipped down Samhuinn's back, so fiercely did he gasp and jerk as he was penetrated from behind. Ambershanks slammed his left palm down upon his mate's back, steadying him, keeping the smaller male still as he slid deeper inside, painfully slow. His entire shaft had entered the darker bull, their furry scrotums pressed together, before Ambershanks finally made a sound, a low, aching moan of a sigh, relieved and pained and anxious all at once. He wrapped his hands around Samhuinn's waist and leaned in, putting his mouth to his mate's mane, his voice low.
"You're too tense," he warned him, nipping at the base. His right hand tickled down Samhuinn's side and tummy, coming to rest as it wrapped itself around his firm erection. Before he could catch himself, Samhuinn was almost squeaking with pleasure, against his normal low tauren rumble. Ambershanks purred into his ear. "Relax, my bull, relax - there you go... there you go."
With that, Ambershanks began to thrust into his mate, his thick bullhood sliding along Samhuinn's inner walls, quickly building in speed as his spirit got the better of him. His left paw gripped his mate's chestfur tightly, now using the younger druid for stability as he rocked into him, his mouth opening into a low, uninhibited moan. His right hand fondled around Samhuinn's maleness, smearing his precum over his crotch and waggling it between his fingers.
Samhuinn had to squeeze his eyes shut, bracing himself as the pain merged into overpowering pleasure. His chest burned with excitement as Ambershanks dug his nails into it, feeling his body rocked with every thrust, his mate's hot breath on his back, and most of all, the tan bull's everpresent fingers playing around with his crotch. Samhuinn's body pushed on its own, humping vigorously into Ambershanks's paw in time with his own thrusts, fighting the urge to howl. His teeth clenched and parted and clenched again as he gasped for air, his knees scraping against the carpet. Slowly, the ginger makings of a weary smile perked at the corners of his mouth.
Eventually, Ambershanks's chest left his mate's back, raising as he tilted his head high. His fingers grasped at the base of Samhuinn's furred sheath and masturbated him vigorously. He pumped his mate in time with his own thrusts, which grew faster with each stab. "By the gods..." he groaned, mouth opening, tongue exposed. His growling grew louder, more full of purpose as his climax approached. He was by now thrusting with reckless abandon, shaking the younger tauren forcibly. "Mrrrrrrrr... Almost... there... Samhuinn?" he grunted, his voice deep and rumbling.
Even quiet Samhuinn could not remain so, his moans coming out in surprised, grasping sputters. His precum dribbled like water down his length onto Ambershanks's hand, his orgasm imminent. "A-almost," he gasped in response, a soft whimper and a whine following. Ambershanks was pressing down hard upon his back, asserting himself; it was growing difficult for the younger tauren to keep his arms locked. As his orgasm neared, the tan bull pressed his weight into Samhuinn's mane, pushing his chest into the floor. Samhuinn struggled against his mate, but could not defy him. His cheek touched the carpet, his rump rising in deference; he saw his fingers gripping the rug before he closed his eyes, ready to endure the inevitable.
Samhuinn knew his mate was coming before he announced it. Ambershanks's body arched as he burrowed inside of the darker furred tauren, craning his head upward as he emitted a loud, bestial roar of ecstatic pleasure. His arms tightened fiercely, left arm locking himself around his mate, bracing the both of them. His right hand jerked faster. With a final push and a second masculine cry, he climaxed deep inside Samhuinn's tailhole, three days of warm, moist seed sloshing around inside of him. Spurts of white dribbled out around the penis and hole, splattering around Ambershanks's crotch, trickling down onto Samhuinn's quivering balls.
The exuberant feeling of being filled immediately triggered Samhuinn's own. He turned his head such that his forehead touched the ground, his arms growing rigid, bracing himself against the floor and against his mate tied around him. With a low, surrendering moan, Samhuinn thrust forward into his mate's squeezing fingers and shot his load, hitting his orgasm like a rip of energy. The tip of his bullhood exploded in white as waves of cum sprayed forth, splashing over Samhuinn's tummy and chest and Ambershanks's arm. His mouth opened soundlessly, then his teeth bared, and then it was over.
After a long minute, Ambershanks, panting openly for breath, withdrew himself from Samhuinn's tailhole. His left hand rose from Samhuinn's chest to press upon the younger druid's lower back, supporting himself for a moment of rest. Samhuinn shifted beneath him, and Ambershanks's fingers slid across the darker bull's fur as Samhuinn turned onto his back, looking up at his mate with a look that was exasperated, weary, and, in the end, thoroughly satisfied. His smile faint, Samhuinn raised a hand for Ambershanks to take, but he did not rise; instead, he pulled the tan bull down onto the floor, laughing as Ambershanks sputtered his surprise. The burgundy bull rolled on top of him, pinning him squarely. A quick kiss wiped clean Ambershanks's momentary shock as Samhuinn, peering down at his mate with a grin that made the three days prior seem like no time at all.
"So," Ambershanks murmured, leaning back into the floor, feeling the weight of his love on top of him. "Now - you tell me how your trip went."
~Samhuinn Runetotem