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"Can I get you a drink?"

Feralmoon scoffed at the question, incredulous that the orc would even approach the dark corner of the tavern she occupied alone. A few members of the Outriders were also in attendance, with her guild just dispersing after a meeting between In Thunder Bluff, but Feral always managed to find some spot out of the way to herself. It was isolating enough to be Grimtotem among the other tauren tribes, and her stoic personality was offputting to most who approached her. She gave the bare-chested grunt that addressed her a glare that could turn a basilisk to stone, knowing he had only offered the drink on a dare from his cadre of soldiers at a nearby table. They were trying to hide their glances in her direction, and Feral wasn't going to let herself be an amusement to them.

"Go away," she flatly stated, taking a deep drink from the mug she already had.

The orc's face flushed with embarassment at her cold response, expecting to have an easier time in wooing her. "C-come on, it's just a drink. How bad could it be?" She rolled her eyes, and didn't say another word to the orc, brushing her short snout with the back of her arm to wipe away the froth of the ale that clung to her fur as she turned away.

"Fine, not like anyone could stand a face like yours, you frigid cow-bitch!" The grunt stormed off back to his friends, met with jeers over his obvious failure. Feral stomped her hoof and was about to rise from her chair, until a firm hand on her shoulder settled her back down. One of her guildmates, Ursuan, had stepped in between, bringing with him a fresh round of drinks on his own. Feral unclenched her fists as she steadied herself back in her seat, wincing as she remembered the still healing injuries across her hands. She had been in a collapsing building in Garadar, recklessly trying to rescue Mag'har from inside, and had been the last one in as the roof fell in around her, crushing her hands. It had been a few weeks since, but the scars were still fresh, which she kept concealed in black silk gloves.

"Best not to let them get to you, they're not worth your time," Ursuan told her, and took a seat across from her, mulling over his own mug. Feral couldn't help but scowl, however, as the other shaman entered the space she had made for herself. Urs was a recent recruit to the Outriders, but he had been persistent in vying for her attention, despite being her senior as a shaman by more than a decade. His light brown fur didn't have any grey to it yet, though she still liked to tease him by calling him "old bull."

"Worth breaking some of their teeth, I think," Feral curtly stated, before finishing off her first drink to start on the one he brought her. She wouldn't look at Ursuan, staring down into her cups. "I didn't need you to step in."

Ursuan simply nodded, resting forward on his arms against the table. "I know, you could have easily handled them." He raised his mug, and grinned to her. "But then we wouldn't be able to keep drinking here, and these would have gone to waste."

Feral rolled her eyes at him; he had a habit of working around her words in ways she found equally amusing and annoying, but her expression never showed it besides those slight gestures, subtle movements he was beginning to pick up on to judge her mood. She placed her hands down on the table, and leaned toward him to whisper, "You know what I meant. I don't want your help."

The smile faded from Ursuan's expression, as he more solemnly acknowledged her words again with a nod. His gaze fell down to her hands, where she was tightly gripping the edge of the table. He reached out to one hand, softly placing his over hers to try to ease her. She didn't immediately recoil, feeling the warmth of his touch even through her gloves, but eventually she let her hands slip off the table onto her lap. He was actually astonished to see her reaction: her ears drooping down, a tremble to her lip, he'd never seen her so embarassed before.

"Why do you even bother?" Feral asked of him, rising to her hooves. "I'm not..." her voice trailed off, and she hurriedly rushed out towards the door. Ursuan stayed in his seat, giving her a few seconds to herself before he collected the mugs and dropped them off at the bar before following after her.

Once he stepped outside, Urs only caught a glimpse of Feral rushing down the path circling the bluff before she ducked into a space between a few of the buildings and tents. He slowly followed behind, stepping into the alley and carefully approaching the spot she had chosen to hide in. Her back was turned to him, her hands trembling to her sides as she tried to collect herself, not wanting to break down in front of her guildmates or anyone else who happened to be in the tavern.

"Feralmoon." Ursuan called to her, just to let her know he was near. She froze in place, keeping her back to him as she growled low.

"You're a fool, you know that?" she shouted back over her shoulder to him. "You think I'm something special, but you're wrong. Chasing after me like some lost puppy..."

Ursuan brought his hand up to his shoulder, the contact enough to itch the scar underneath his armor, left by a demon's axe at the Battle of Mount Hyjal. "We've fought together enough for me to know how strong you are, but I've known many friends that had their strength fail them." He stepped up closer to her, and reached out to grab her gloved hand. "What makes you different is that you're a survivor, going through so much on your own. When I heard what happened in Garadar, I couldn't believe you would be so reckless."

Feral spun around slowly after he seized her by the palm, intently staring up at him as he had her nearly trapped between himself and the wall behind her. "What would you know? I've been abandoned so many times before, by my tribe, by those I thought I loved, I don't have any other choice."

He lifted up her hand, and started to gently tug the glove off, finger by finger. Exposing the pockmarks of scars where her fur had been stripped away, he softly massaged them with his thumb, and began to explain himself again. "You've done so much for yourself, shown your strength through all that hardship. I would ask you to not live on alone anymore. You do have friends, in the Outriders and others, who will fight for you. I will fight for you."

Leaning down to bring his snout closer to her hand, he pressed his lips to the back of her hand for a short moment. "I want to help you, heal you." He pecked another kiss higher up on her wrist, leaving Feral frozen in astonishment. "I want to be a part of your life." She stumbled back, resting against the wall with Urs towering over her. "I love you, and I want you," he told her as he trailed kisses up her arm.

Feral took the initiative after he bared his feelings for her, interrupting his series of kisses by cupping his cheeks in both hands to bring his face up to hers and locking her lips tightly over his. She held him deeply through the kiss, enough for her tongue to tease at his lips, until both were aching for breath.

"Mmm, you're a silly old bull, you know," she panted out. "Too stubborn to just say so earlier." Her arms slung over his shoulders, unable to hide her smirk anymore as she unabashedly began to unfasten some of his armor from around his back. He held her by her waist, smiling back down at her as he pinned her against the wall, chainmail and leather slipping off both of them to the ground.

"I'll say it now and as much as you want. I love you," he repeated, while they were occupied stripping each other down to their more casual clothing underneath their armor. Feral had little more than a harness and bindings cross her chest, and a leather skirt that went along with her armor left on, and Urs was down to a linen shirt and shorts. Dusk was coming on, but anyone who bothered to peer down the alleyway would have seen the two tauren disrobing.

She was more brazen the more he told her, her hands finding their way to his waistband and unabashedly groping at his groin. She bit her lip as she felt him up, able to tell the impressiveness of his size through his clothing, and wrenched his pants down to his knees. He was on full display for her, his flaccid cock resting over his sack and the weighty orbs big enough to fit in one of her hands each. She greedily cupped and squeezed them, illiciting a groan from Urs and a visible twitch from his shaft as she teased him into an erection. Slinging her leg up around her his hip, her skirt bunched up over her thighs to show him she wore nothing underneath it as well.

"Good to see old bulls are still good for something," she huskily whispered, stroking his cock to full hardness. "I want you, too." He seized her by her legs as she urged him on, lifting her up off her hooves and pinning her to the wall. With her legs spread and wrapped around him, he could see the glistening of her arousal built up in the fur covering her folds, unable to disguise her puffy, blushed dark-red pussy. Urs bucked his hips forward, bring the thick head of his cock to her entrance, and she rolled herself back against him to sink his tip just inside her.

Neither of them were new to sex, but no one had come to close to Ursuan's size for Feral before. She fit around him like a tight, wet vice, involuntarily clenching down as she tried to adjust to him while he slowly pushed in, inch by inch. Gripping tightly onto his shoulders, she arched back, and forced herself to take him fully as their hips clapped together, his balls swinging up against her sex and backside.

Her nails raked against his back as she ground herself against his lap, growling heatedly to him. "Ahh, ahhnnnn, give it to me, Urs. Gimme your fat cock..."

He wasn't about to deny her, and braced himself against the wall as he began to thrust up into her. His pace built up slowly, her legs bouncing in the air as she clutched herself tightly to him. He buried his face against her shoulder and neck, the exertion having him panting against her throat and awashing it in his hot breath. It did not take long for her clutching insides to wring out his slick precum from him, and mixed with her own fluids to splatter against their thighs with each thrust and stain their fur together.

Feral couldn't hide her own cries as she was pounded up the wall, the friction burning against her back. Her moans were much more feminine in tone that he had ever heard from her before, emboldening him that he was sure she was enjoying their time together. The welts she was making across his back was sure to leave a more lasting mark of their first coupling, and the harder he railed into her, the tighter she clawed and louder her cries got. It had been years since he last had such a close encounter, and her reactions were overwhelming to him.

"Hrrrfff, Feral..." he huffed out, his girth steadily throbbing against her inner walls and the head flaring out, making the broad tip stretch her around him even further. "I'm gonna... inside..."

"Aaahh-AH! Gimme it... cum in me, I want it..." she moaned out, his thrusts making her cries turn up in pitch as she struggled to get out the words. The bull tensed up at her urging, giving her a few more deep, firm bucks before his endurance gave out on him. He grit his teeth and growled out through them, pressing up to her so tightly as to have his balls mashed against her sex, and her breasts flattened against his chest. His seed fountained up into her, like scalding streams flooding her insides. Each pulse drew a gasp from her, filling her so much that it began to spill out around his girth, dripping to the grass beneath them.

Feral was prepared for them to ease each other down after his first climax, give him a chance to recover, but Ursuan wasn't about to let up on her so easily. He had just had an orgasm, and after a few seconds to catch his breath, he steadied himself back upright and returned to hammering himself inside her soaked snatch. He gave a pause every time he sunk into her balls deep to grind in against her inner most barrier, and hilted in her spread open sex to mash against her exposed clit. Coupled with the pleasurable ache as his length reached her cervix, her eyes rolled back and her breath croaked out, his thrusts churning into the cum-soaked mess he made to drive her to her ecstatic peak. Her tight cunny undulated harder along his cock, nursing at him even as her tightness almost drove him back out, along with a gush of her own juices.

She couldn't tell how much time had passed since his first orgasm, but her suckling insides were too much for him to last long again. He bellowed up to the sky like a mating call, before latching his teeth down over her throat in a love bite. Her sex was awashed in a new flood of cum, running rivulets down their thighs, tendrils of sticky semen connecting them still as he unrelentingly continued to pound into her through it.

The passage of time became lost to them as Ursuan's stamina seemed unflagging, with night overtaking them and leaving them in little light but the flickering of distant torches from the outer street. Her orgasms came in waves after that, leaving her trembling, her fists weakly battering against his back and her tail lashing out against his legs. She lost count of how many times he filled her in their hazy consciousness, until his reserve of seed had been reduced to a trickle, and she could feel a slight slosh of it roll in her belly.

Their passionate lovemaking lasted until Ursuan could no longer stay upright, his knees trembling before they sunk down together, with Feral resting atop his lap. His softening cock eventually slipped free, and she shivered as she felt it release one last tide of cum from inside her to puddle on the ground beneath them. He leaned against the wall, his horns bracing against it as he groaned down to her, and she treated his chest like a cushion to rest upon. They wordlessly recovered together, unashamed that they had coupled out in the open, and cuddled in the afterglow.

"Stay with me..." he panted out, managing to find use of his tongue to form the words again. "I want to be with you, forever..."

Feralmoon stared back up at him, bright-eyed and grinning, genuinely happy for the first time in recent memory. "I will, old bull. Ursuan..." she corrected herself. "I love you, too."