Can't All Be Winners
_Erotica stories are never very realistic. Lackluster sexual experiences rarely deserve much writing time, and written stories rarely capture the little gross things that make sex less than perfect.
I am by no means an exception. When I write erotic stories, they tend to side with glamorous and dramatic. This story was a bit of a challenge for me, trying to balance genuine character personalities with humorous mishaps, all while struggling to keep some modicum of arousing writing. Humor was my primary concern, but I believe it is raunchy enough to be entertaining.
As usual, please enjoy._
Title: Can't All Be Winners
Rating: M/M - X-rated
Characters: Tauren/Tauren - Ambershanks/Samhuinn
When Ambershanks Runetotem got home during the evening, Samhuinn had everything just about perfect. The tent was filled with the scent of freshly baked bread, giving just enough heat to the oncoming summer night. The bread was cooling just in sight of the flap that marked the tepee's entrance. Fragments of sunlight still crept in, yet small candles burned around the tent's perimeter, bathing the room in a warmth as visual as it was tangible. As Ambershanks entered the room, Samhuinn looked up from lighting a stick of incense across the room. He was nearly in the nude. Only the black of his braids and the olive green of his loincloth broke the coarse burgundy fur that ran from forehead to ankle. The sheepish half-smile on his face was of a knowing sort, hinting to his mate of just how he expected the night would go.
And Ambershanks was too tired to notice.
"Gods, Samhuinn, I have a crick in my back like you wouldn't believe," the older bull muttered, tossing a small pack of tomes and supplies into the corner. He brought his palms up to cover his face, rubbing his hands along his weary eyes. "Uncle won't stop riding me about that damn flight master in Un'Goro, I couldn't find a kodo all afternoon to save my life, and speaking of kodo, remember how slimy Bashara's meal was last night? I think it wasn't cooked right, because I've got a terrible case o... ... hey, did you burn something? What's that awful smell?"
For the first time since entering the tepee, Ambershanks looked at his mate, who was staring back dumbfounded. Samhuinn's right paw lingered in the air, still clutching the little burning stick over the freshly lit incense. Ambershanks turned his gaze to the myrrh, then back to the fellow druid, as though only just realizing how little clothing the other tauren wore.
"I, u-um," Samhuinn started, trying to mask his surprise with a gentle smile. "I thought you'd, er, you know... ... Um, you would appreciate this. It is, um... ... A-a new little scent from Rohawa..."
"Er, it's, uh, it's lovely, Samhuinn," Ambershanks lied, struggling to grin against the assault on his nostrils. Its smell reminded him of Felwood. Weaving within the stench of decay and musk, however, rose the delightful smell of bread that set poor Ambershanks's stomach rumbling. "Ah, you baked dinner! Earthmother bless you, love, how thoughtful!"
Ambershanks stepped forward and took a piece of the bread. It was soft and warm with perfectly crispy crust. As he moved to withdraw his hand, he felt Samhuinn's fingers snap themselves around his wrist. With a start, he dropped the bread, opening his mouth to protest on behalf of his empty stomach. Samhuinn used this excuse to sneak in and catch the bull's mouth in a kiss. Samhuinn's tongue was also soft and warm in a different sort of way. He felt Samhuinn's crotch brush against his own through their clothing, and the feelings of arousal mixing with the preexisting hunger left Ambershanks a little confused.
"Ambershanks," Samhuinn said. He had a way of canting his head in a chiding way that was cute at some times and frustrating at others. This was the latter. "The bread... n-needs a little while to cool. W-why don't you and I..." As he spoke, the younger druid went about undoing the strings to Ambershanks's robe, his cheeks flushing faintly as he found his mate naked beneath the cloth, tan fur, jewelry, scars, and all. "... Ah... ... y-you know, find... some time t-to kill while we wait?" The robe fell to the rug with a satisfying plop, quickly followed by Samhuinn's own smallclothes. He leaned in for a kiss once more, their groins now touching unfettered by their clothes.
Samhuinn was not usually so forward. On almost any other evening, such stimulation would have been simply irresistible for Ambershanks. Even now, through his weariness, his stress, and his starvation, he felt himself rising up in response to his mate's body grinding into his. As Samhuinn's kisses grew sloppier and sloppier, Ambershanks's eyes wandered over to the plate of food. It looked utterly tantalizing. Samhuinn had no skill in any form of cooking, so he suspected the loaf had come from the Mistrunners, and gods curse him if the Mistrunners didn't bake the best bread in all of Kalimdor...
"Just one piece?" Ambershanks asked, when Samhuinn withdrew for a breath of air. His big blue eyes were almost pleading as he looked down at his mate. Samhuinn stared back up, not seeming to fully comprehend the question. "Just one piece, love, and I promise, we'll make like rabbits until the sun sets, just one?"
Ambershanks had been with the healing druid for over three summers now, but even so, he did not always know how his mate would react to such questions. He anticipated Samhuinn would be understanding, but also suspected the normally docile bull would grow irritable and feel jaded. He did not at all expected the third option. Samhuinn bit down on his lower lip, grinning up at his mate with green eyes that bordered on naughtiness, an emotion the younger bull did not often betray. It was unsettling. With no audible response, Samhuinn sank down to his knees, leaning forward to press his forehead up against the bottom of the lanky bull's chest. He kissed Ambershanks's stomach a few times - during which the feral druid prayed it would not rumble - then bent lower. He kissed and licked around Ambershanks's sheath and sack, gently coaxing the bull's penis to full erection. When Ambershanks was aroused, Samhuinn took him into his mouth, suckling along his mate's length.
Samhuinn was in such a mood that all that mattered was the potent scent of his mate's genitals, musky after a long day of activity, the taste of the bull's wet length sliding in and along his mouth, the feel of his testicles as he scritched his fingers beneath them. He did not feel Ambershanks leaning aside awkwardly for a moment. He did not hear the sound of crunching above him. Only once Samhuinn looked up with guiltless adoration and felt crumbs splatter into his eye did the burgundy bull realize just what his mate was doing.
"W-what in - ... Ambershanks Runetotem!" Samhuinn shot up to his hooves. His own maleness bounced with the force of the motion. Ambershanks watched it curiously as it dangled around even as he munched his piece of bread. He only looked up into his mate's face when the bull raised his voice. "I... W-what in... W-why are you eating at a time like this?"
Ambershanks looked aside, his eyes happening to fall upon the plate of bread. He looked back at his mate, who was quickly growing irritated, then back at the food, pondering if since he was getting in trouble anyway he could make out with another piece and still salvage the night.
"I am sorry, Samhuinn," Ambershanks murmured, popping the last bite of bread into his mouth guiltily. "It isn't... you, gods, no, it isn't you, you're doing, er... you're, you know, you're doing a wonderful job down there, I promise!" As Samhuinn's face started to grow less frustrated and more angry, the bull quickly added, "Come on, love... I need my energy up if I'm going to reward you in kind."
Thank the gods, it brought a smile to Samhuinn's face. The younger bull threw up his hands and shook his head at his mate, but it was clear that Samhuinn would not be able to stay mad for long. "Earthmother c-curse you, Ambershanks," he said, and a chuckle he had been struggling to repress snuck out. "But gods, y-you are stubborn, twice so w-when you have hunger. I-is your stomach satisfied?"
"Perfectly," Ambershanks cooed, seizing the opportunity to slip forward and wrap his arms around the smaller bull before he could rethink his position. Samhuinn wriggled his snout, as Ambershanks's first kiss smelled like yeast, and there were little scratchy crumbs of bread around his lips. But his mate was finally focusing on him, and not only that, was desperate to keep himself out of trouble by pleasing him. Samhuinn could not complain too much. He fell into his mate's touch, quickly recapturing his previous arousal as they rubbed their bodies together. Ambershanks walked Samhuinn backwards up against the cloth of the tent, pinning him up against the soft wall.
"So, you've been thinking of this all day, hm?" Ambershanks purred into his ear. He felt his mate squirm between him and the tent, and that told him just how far in Samhuinn was getting. "Could be I'll just tease you like this all night." His paw trickled down between their pressed chests. Their bullhoods pressed together, sandwiched between their chests; he petted both his mate's and his own, gauging the wetness already starting to form at their tips. "Or could be I'll return the little favor you did to me earlier." He began to lick the younger tauren's ear, gently at first, then with more insistence as the ear flickered and twitched beneath his tongue. "Maybe... tonight... I'll see what your tailhole tastes like." The hand that held Samhuinn's mane now descended down the bull's back and brushed along his tail, and he started to prod at his mate's bottom with a finger. He started to lick Samhuinn's ear a little more until, to Ambershanks's surprise, the smaller bull shifted away.
"Y-your tongue? Down... there? T-there?" Samhuinn sputtered, flabbergasted. "T... t-that is... W-we cannot do that!"
Ambershanks gave him a look. "What, rimming? Salad tossing? Anal-oral sex? My-tongue-in-your-a-"
"Yes!" Samhuinn sputtered, his face flushing pink beneath the dark red of his cheekfur. "G-gods, I... you..."
"Samhuinn," Ambershanks responded, his voice flat. "We do that two or three nights a week."
"I... well, yes, I... I know, but gods, Ambershanks," Samhuinn stammered. "W-we are not supposed to... to... to talk about it! When you put it like that it is so... ... s... s-so..."
"Hot?" Ambershanks's voice was hopeful.
"I... W-well..."
Ambershanks grinned. He forced himself upon his mate once more, trying to recapture the other male's lust. "Maybe next time, then," Ambershanks growled, his low voice seductive. He crept in for a kiss, not withdrawing until he felt Samhuinn's arms wrapping around his back. He squeezed himself in close enough that their scrotums pressed together, a touch the older druid knew his mate always found irresistibly arousing. Sure enough, he felt Samhuinn wriggle faintly in his embrace, his bullhood throbbing against Ambershanks's own length. The tan bull smirked, tilting his head back such that their lips separated, but their foreheads and horns still touched. "There's my bull... Mmm. Maybe..." As Ambershanks peeled his shaft off of Samhuinn's, he knew he was dribbling heavily, and he suspected his mate would be just as ready. He prodded the tip of his cock against Samhuinn's scrotum and pushed, sliding his penis between the tauren's thighs. A shiver ran up Samhuinn's spine in excitement. "Maybe... this position will do just fine..." Sidling himself under the red tauren, partially supporting his weight, Ambershanks rammed his penis upward into Samhuinn's tailhole in one fluid motion.
Samhuinn stretched his back, feeling the scratch of the cloth on his mane as Ambershanks dug deeper into him. One hoof barely tiptoed the ground, the other raised up and over Ambershanks's arm. His bullhood smeared up against Ambershanks's stomach, tickling along his furs with every movement the taller bull made. He felt so good inside him. This long sought release he had been craving for hours had finally arrived, it felt so good, it felt beautiful, it felt pleasureable, it felt...
Samhuinn wriggled his snout, peering up at his mate in disbelief. It felt wet and sticky. Ambershanks's groans had hit a high point; they were waning now, slipping down into loud pants and gasps. Ambershanks withdrew from his mate, setting the flats of Samhuinn's hooves down upon the dirt. "Mrrrrrrr... that was a good one," the bull purred, spotting Samhuinn with a quick kiss before slipping off to grab another piece of bread.
"Sex and dinner," Ambershanks mumbled, his mouth full of the stuff. "You really know how to treat a b...ull... right..." His chewing slowed to a stop as he finally looked over to his mate. Samhuinn was not amused. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his normally docile face creased into lines of stubborn anger. The irritated look conflicted so sharply with the tauren's penis, still erect, that Ambershanks had to clamp his hand around his maw to keep from sending bread crumbs flying as he giggled.
"F-funny... hm? T-this is funny to you?" Samhuinn's voice was icy cold.
"Well, it... well, gods, Samhuinn, what did I do this time?"
Samhuinn seemed almost mortified that Ambershanks didn't realize. "W-what did you do? It's what you have done! You were... g-gods, Ambershanks, you were finished in five seconds!"
Ambershanks's mouth dropped open, showing half-chewed food. "... What?"
"I-I... I was hardly getting started a-and you-"
"I did no such thing!"
"Y-you did! I-I did not even have time t-"
"I never come early," Ambershanks growled, swallowing the bread as angrily as he could. "Never have, and no matter how old I get, I never will. It's my own special blessing from the Earthmother." His voice was perfectly indignant.
"T-think about it," Samhuinn protested. "Y-you grabbed my thigh, y-you said s-something about a good position, you, erm, you... ... y-you know, you... you went... inside, and... then what?"
They stared at each other for half a minute. The bread fell from Ambershanks's grasp and landed on the dirt.
"I... I..."
Samhuinn nodded.
"... Five seconds?"
"F-five seconds."
"This is... I don't... W..." In a wild gesture, Ambershanks pointed at his mate, his nostrils flaring. "T-this was your fault! All your fault! You were... were..."
"W-were?" Samhuinn replied, arms still over his chest.
"You were... touching my butt!"
"A-amber..."
And Ambershanks sighed. He ran his hands through his black mane and shook his head. Even through his irritation, Samhuinn could sense Ambershanks's deep regret, and his stubborn stance softened. "Oh, A-amber," Samhuinn murmured. He stepped forward and wrapped an arm around his mate's naked shoulders, embracing him in a friendly, comfortable manner. "G-gods knows I have done it, a-and more than once, too. R-remember some of our first times? Y-you were... the first tauren I ever r-really enjoyed... doing... this with. I am... f-fairly certain I made that obvious." He chuckled very softly at the memory.
"Gods, Sam, I'm sorry. It's just with how the day went, and Uncle getting all mad at me, and I've been so tired... So much stress, so many things in my mind, so much to do tomorrow and the day after and... My head just wasn't in it. Will you forgive a bull?" Ambershanks turned his head, pressing the side of his head against his mate's. "One little mistake? ... Maybe... our... little secret?"
"Right, o-of course. You have a reputation to uphold." Samhuinn stuck out his tongue good-naturedly. He sighed, glancing up through one of the slits of the tent. The sky was darkening. The sunset over Mulgore was undoubtedly beautiful. "L-listen, maybe I will just... ah, y-you know... f-finish myself off in the other corner, and then we can..."
"Absolutely not," Ambershanks replied, grasping Samhuinn's wrist as the bull started to move. "This is a night for one first mistake. One, not two. I don't leave my partners unsatisfied, ever, most particularly not my husband. Give me a couple minutes, you won't regret it."
Samhuinn acquiesced. They leaned against the tent near the bread and spent the next few minutes feeding one another, patting one another, chatting to one another. Whenever Ambershanks saw Samhuinn's erection start to wane, he reached out and tickled the bull's scrotum a little until he felt his penis rise again. It was much more of a bother for Samhuinn than a boon, because the younger bull was starting to get rather hungry too and was starting to get fed up with his crotch whining for attention, but Ambershanks assured him that it would be much more enjoyable to keep him teased. Samhuinn surrendered uncomfortably.
Just as Samhuinn was on the verge of begging Ambershanks to let him go masturbate so they could focus on other things, the tan bull rolled over onto Samhuinn and spotted him with a quick kiss (Samhuinn tried to swallow his mouthful in time to return it, but it was already too late) before going down on him. Ambershanks lapped up the drying bits of precum that had formed before taking the bull's length entirely into his mouth. Still reclined back on the ground, Samhuinn immediately thrust upward into his mate's warmth, gasping at the pleasure of the male's tongue. His hips were bucking involuntarily upward, desperately recapturing the earlier ecstasy of the night. Contrasting with his mate's wild movements, Ambershanks was slow and controlled, going up and down Samhuinn's length with a knowing, tantalizing sort of worship, fully aware of just how much Samhuinn was enjoying this. He felt his mate throb and squirm and push as he quickly approached the finish.
Then Samhuinn poked Ambershanks in the eye.
"By the GODS!" Ambershanks bellowed, reeling backwards with both hands clasped over the right half of his face. "Sharding strider-cracking harpy-licking kodo-fucking Earthmother's grace, that hurt like hell! Augh, augh, I think it's bleeding! Samhuinn, Sam, SAM, you almost killed me! Aaaaah, it hurts! Why did you thrust so hard?!"
Ambershanks stumbled backwards off of Samhuinn. Caught up in the moment, the younger bull didn't fully realize what had happened and had continued to hump a couple more times even as Ambershanks shouted in pain. As he creaked open an eye and saw the tan bull collapse backwards onto his tail still clutching his face, the healer quickly lost all interest in his dick. He scrambled up from the ground onto to plop right on top of his mate's lap, straddling him like a saddle, groins squished together. It would have been rather erotic if Ambershanks hadn't been mewling like a banshee and Samhuinn hadn't been terrified out of his mind.
"H-hold still, hold still, hold - gods damn y-you, Ambershanks, i-if you do not hold still, I cannot help you!" Samhuinn finally managed to pry Ambershanks's paws off of his eyes and inspected the damage. "It is not s-so bad... A-a little red, I-I can see why it hurts. J-just hold still..." Ambershanks's hands gripped Samhuinn's thighs uncomfortably as the healer's hands flickered green. He pressed these against his mate's face, closed his eyes, and chanted a small prayer. The redness and the pain dissipated over a few seconds, and Ambershanks's grasp loosened. The older bull sighed up at his mate, shaking his head. Samhuinn, frazzled from his shock, peered down at Ambershanks with a weary, mirthless smile. After a long moment, it cracked, and Samhuinn bit down a chuckle. This in turn pulled a giggle from Ambershanks, and before long they were both laughing. Their foreheads connected, snouts pressed, and Ambershanks sighed once more.
"This is turning into a disaster. I am surprised we have not yet knocked over a candle and set the tent on fire."
"T-the night is young," Samhuinn teased, rolling his green eyes with a gentle laugh. "B-besides, they cannot... all be winners. And what is more..." Samhuinn shifted his weight on his mate's lap, wrapping his arms around Ambershanks's neck. "If you are willing t-to keep trying..."
"Mrrrr... How persistent you are," Ambershanks growled. He shifted as well, setting Samhuinn slightly up his body. Ambershanks nestled his rear down into the rug, sliding his hips beneath the younger male. "Such eagerness... should be rewarded, don't you think?"
After the previous incident, it took the two tauren a little while to refocus on their task at hand . Both bulls were starting to grow tired by this point. It was not long before Ambershanks was easing his way inside his mate's tailhole. Samhuinn closed his eyes and sighed, squeezing his mate tighter. Ambershanks kissed into his neck, licking around his throat. "R-right there," Samhuinn whispered, pushing himself downward onto Ambershanks's penis. "Ahh, g-gods, yes, gods, y-you have it..."
Samhuinn's groans spurred Ambershanks to further action, thrusting up deeper into the red bull. His hooves dug into the soil as he pierced upward, timing his humps with his mate. Once he had his rhythm, Ambershanks wrapped his fingers around his mate's shaft and started to pump.
And Samhuinn yelped.
At first, Ambershanks just assumed Samhuinn was really getting into it. Samhuinn barked in pain once more, pulling his rear away. He scrambled off of his mate's lap and gasped for air. Ambershanks peered at him incredulously, waiting for the healer to catch his breath and explain himself.
"Owww! Ugggh, owww, gods, o-ow, A-amber, ow, you pushed too hard! E-earth... E-earthmother, it feels like my insides are on fire-"
"What? I didn't," Ambershanks protested, wriggling his snout. "I didn't thrust any harder than I usually do. You must have got excited and-"
"Owwwwww," Samhuinn whined piteously. "I-it wasn't me, y-you know you can't go in a-as far in that... position, ungh, it hurts!"
"I'm sorry it hurts, love, but I was in control the whole time. Sometimes you know you can get carrie-"
"Unnnnngh!"
With a mixture of indignation, sympathy, and pure befuddled curiousity, Ambershanks watched as Samhuinn went about casting the healing arts upon his backside. He knew that there was a certain order to the casting of the different spells, and moreso, wondered if Samhuinn's restoration training had ever went into any degree of detail on how to rectify butt pains. It was very difficult to keep his smile suppressed.
When Samhuinn's pain had diminished, he looked up at Ambershanks wearily. His shoulders sagged, his arms hung limp, and he had gone flaccid. He raised a hand to his forehead to rub his temples, clearly on the verge of surrender. "Maybe... gods, maybe i-it is just... ... Maybe it is s-simply not... meant to be this evening, love."
Ambershanks was almost tempted to agree. Seeing his mate sit there, his dreams for the night crushed, stabbed at his chest something fierce, but he had already approached his own wit's end. It took everything the older bull had to collect his thoughts. He knelt before Samhuinn and took his paw in his own, making one last valiant attempt at romance.
"One more time," Ambershanks whispered. "I won't - I can't - I won't let you go unsatisfied until we have exhausted every option. Just... let's... just... make it simple. Nothing fancy, nothing different, just let me take you from behind until you finish, then we can laugh and eat and go tomorrow we'll go back to sex that isn't... you know, traumatic, and pretend tonight never happened. One more time, just give it one more shot. Give me one more chance. Please?"
Samhuinn went red beneath his cheekfur at the mention of sex, as he always did. Ambershanks squeezed Samhuinn's hands once more, insistent. After a long moment, Samhuinn's weary smile grew slightly, and he squeezed back. "... All... right. A-all right, a-all right, we can try... one more time."
They kissed and rubbed and stroked each other a little more, each trying to anticipate in what way this could go wrong and stop it before it came to that. Samhuinn's crotch was hurting something fierce by now as he strived yet again to get into the mood. Ambershanks, on the other hand, was a bull on a mission, determined to get his mate off even if it killed them both. He kissed and squeezed with forced passion. The moment he felt Samhuinn growing erect, he brought the other tauren down onto all fours. He whispered something inaudible in his mate's ear before mounting him from behind. His thrust was slow and gentle to start, massaging Samhuinn from the inside.
"Mrrr... Mrr, you like it like this, don't you?" Ambershanks purred into his mate's ear. He wrapped his arms around Samhuinn's chest, sidling his hips up close to dig just deep enough into the smaller male's tailhole. "It's what you've been waiting for, isn't it?"
The questions lacked Ambershanks's usual charismatic tact, but Samhuinn realized that desperate times called for desperate measures. In truth, it was a very pleasurable feeling, and though his body was wary to enjoy it, he felt himself succumbing to his carnal pleasure despite his misgivings. He felt himself pushing backwards against his mate's insistant thrust, savoring in the feeling of the tauren deep inside of him. Once Ambershanks reached around and started to fondle the mounted bull, Samhuinn allowed himself to believe that maybe they would finally pull this one off.
As Samhuinn grew more confident, he began to feel just how soft Ambershanks's heaving chest felt on his back, how warm his breath felt on his mane, how sometimes the older bull dug in just deep enough that their sacks touched, a feeling that aroused him more than he could admit. He felt an irresistible sigh escape his chest, surrendering himself to the passion of being plowed from behind and jerked from the front.
Maybe it was worth it, he thought, as he felt his orgasm quickly approaching. Years of practice had taught Ambershanks the subtle signs, and so the bull gripped Samhuinn's length tighter, masturbating him with force. Samhuinn's hands gripped the carpet as he went down, pressing his cheek into them, his rear end hoisted. Maybe the night wasn't a total loss. It felt so good, so right, so pure, the finish was so close, right there, he was... he was...
"They're coming! They're coming!"
Simultaneously, the heads of the two bulls whipped up, Samhuinn from the floor, Ambershanks from above Samhuinn. There was hustle and bustle outside of their tent with the sounds of hooves stomping and armor clanking and weapons dragging.
"They're coming!" a female tauren's voice repeated from outside of the tent. "The Alliance are here! They have come for Cairne's head! To arms, my brethren, let us defend our leader!"
"... Do you hear that?" Ambershanks was still inside of Samhuinn, gripping him by the hips, but his thrusting had slowed to nothingness. He peered down at his mate, who craned his neck to look up at him. "Cairne... ... Gods, Samhuinn, Cairne Bloodhoof is in trouble! What are humans doing this far out into Mulgore?"
As Ambershanks started to pull out of Samhuinn, the younger bull cried, "Wait, no!"
"What?"
"Jus... just... just... just, just, just, just fifteen more seconds! Ten, maybe, t-twenty at most! I... I-I am begging you, I am almost there!"
Ambershanks peered down at Samhuinn like he was crazy. "Samhuinn, have you gone daft? Cairne Bloodhoof's life is in danger, you can wait! We have to help him!" He pulled his length out of Samhuinn's tailhole with a satisfying shluck. He threw on meager pieces of clothing, just what armor he could quickly equip, and started for the door. As he grasped the flap, he looked behind him, and saw that Samhuinn was still completely naked.
"Love, love, come on, we have to hurry! We can get back to this later, there are more important things to worry about!"
And Samhuinn barked at him, "T-this is all your fault! You... you p-pushed too hard!"
Ambershanks gave him a horrified and bewildered look. "You truly are mad! ... And for the summerland's sake, that was still your fault!" And with that, Ambershanks dived out of the tent. Samhuinn heard his hooves switch to lion paws as he assumed a bestial form outside of the tent.
The burgundy bull's head dropped, and he stared at the ground, feeling guilty. After a long moment, he pulled himself up to his hooves. Gripping a nearby table with one hand, he grasped his sheath with the other, pumping himself off. It took less than half a minute to achieve climax. He finished himself off in the corner, his grunts drowned amidst the bustle of warriors outside his tent rushing to their chieftain's aid. He leaned forward and put his forehead to the cloth, thoroughly exhausted, but, in the end, at least somewhat satisfied. He wiped himself off on the tent - a habit that would have otherwise mortified him, but he was too tired to care.
"Gods... curse me, b-but sometimes i-it simply does not pay to have a partner." He took another couple seconds to catch his breath. Then he threw on what clothing he could find, grabbed his healer's staff, and darted out the door.
~Samhuinn Runetotem