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The shadows of the trees and hills across Mulgore had begun to stretch long, with dusk approaching on the evening before Hallow's End by the time the Briarclaw family reached the plains, with the fires of Bloodhoof Village just visible in the distance. It was a long ride from the Briarclaw homestead in Stonetalon, but the villages were too sparse and roads too dangerous for a night's outing that the family had planned for the twins' first time trick-or-treating. Hugin and Munin sat together on their own riding worg while their parents, Feralmoon and Ursuan, kept pace from behind. Their two oldest, Suna and Brandr, had raced ahead at the sight of the village, after Brandr had scoffed at the prospect of gathering candy, believing he had long since outgrown it, but Suna was still enthusiastic, even if they had to watch the twins for the night.

Hue and Muni had decided to go with matching costumes, dressed up as the fabled Twin Emperors of Ahn'Qiraj in their purple robes. At their age, it was only the off colors that distinguished them from one another since the accompanying masks hid most of their features, with Muni clutched to her brother while they tried to keep pace with their older siblings. Brandr had chosen to go as a Sunwalker, his faux armor colored in the signature bright reds, yellows, and blues of the order he admired most. Suna had teased him for his adoration of the holy warriors, and had gone for a costume much more adventurous herself, in a mock up of the outfit of the Dragon Queen Alexstrasza. Ursuan had nearly objected to the revealing clothing, but both Feral and Suna had convinced him she was more than old enough to make the decision for herself.

Their kids had encouraged their parents to dress up as well, even if they had other plans for the evening. Feralmoon had a hard time choosing a subject that she felt comfortable with, eventually deciding to go as the prestigious High Priestess of the Moon, in a shimmering dress befitting Tyrande herself. Ursuan had grumbled about going as an elf, refusing to match as Malfurion, and so settled on a more generic "demon hunter" look. His horns and chest were painted up with the fel green markings they bore, and he wore a thin veil over his eyes to give the appearance of the demon sight. His mate had snickered and poked at his belly when he revealed the ensemble, telling him he'd better lay off the demon souls a little.

"Alright, you all know the rules," Feral called out to their children as they neared the stables. "Meet back at the lodge before they close for the night." With their mounts secured for the night, the family began to split off for the activities they had planned. Urs and Feral stood together while they watched Hugin and Munin wandered off to start their treat collection, and Brandr and Suna keeping a watchful eye out to start off, despite their plans for their own outing later in the night. He placed his arm around Feral's waist until their kids disappeared among the congregation of trick-or-treaters.

"Got to let them go, sometimes," Urs whispered to her. Feralmoon batted a hand lightly against his chest in response, eyeing him up spuriously.

"You were the one who put all the effort into their costumes and still didn't want to let them go alone." Hallow's End was a tradition that the tauren were still adjusting to. Normally, the Briarclaws would attend a seasonal rite instead, but the twins had insisted on going at least once while they were near the appropriate age, and around Mulgore there were festivities for all ages. The parents had decided that attending a shamanic ritual in costume was very inappropriate, so they opted to attend a more casual event.

Left to themselves, Feral and Urs made their way to a clearing just on the outskirts of the village, where a large effigy of sticks and thresh had been set up safely away from the buildings and tents. Burning a wickerman had been an event more exclusive to the Forsaken, but smaller celebrations had sprung up for those who couldn't travel. Outside of the Undercity, the burning had turned from a somber gathering of rememberance to one celebrating the end of the harvests, as the holiday had once commemorated. The attendees were much more jovial, with stands circling the clearing to sell drinks and food, and some had gotten deep into their mugs already. Urs wasn't one to shy away from alcohol, however, and left Feral for a moment to get them both a cup.

On her own, Feralmoon wasn't comfortable in crowds, especially one that was growing more rowdy in anticipation to setting the wickerman alight. She had to sidestep some swaggering bulls stumbling along for another round, hoping to avoid their attention. She had made her costume as close to the original as much as possible without seeing it firsthand, and the dress was split up the sides quite high up her thighs, enough that she had to pin it closed when they weren't riding. The taureness wasn't quite the spring chick anymore, bearing four children shaping her matronly figure, but she still took pride in staying fit and in fighting shape. They gave her a few boorish glances, but continued on with a few chuckles and mutterings about elves as they went to fill their cups. Once Urs returned, she swiftly snatched the mug from him as soon as his hand started to outstretch towards her, and took a big swig while her mate stood bewildered.

"Huh, did something happen or were you just that thirsty?" he asked.

Feral wiped her chin with the back of her hand, and huffed out in her irritated tone. "Just a few annoying animals." Urs didn't question her, although he did look around, confused that he didn't see any beasts around.

Some distant cries went up from the far side of the crowd, with smoke rising in the air. The night had fully encompassed the clearing, with the moon high above, and so the time had come to set the wickerman aflame. Villagers and visitors alike began to pack in closer around the effigy, and Feral and Urs found themselves pressed in among them. Torches were held high, blazing before the tinder in preparation, and a chant started among the attendees to light the fires. It was impossible to avoid close contact, so Feral took a spot directly in front of Urs to cover her back. His arms wrapped around her nearly instinctively, crossed over her belly to hold her close, a display of public affection that Feral wasn't always comfortable with, but the crowd made it hard to avoid. She ran one hand up Urs's upper arm, the thickness and musculature of his strong limbs nearly disguised by his light brown fur, and only slightly stained by the green paint in imitation of the fel tattoos demon hunters bore. His grip encompassed her away from the jumbled assembly around them, and holding each other left them content together to watch the fires creep up along the legs of the wickerman.

Only a few minutes passed before the flames stretched up high into the sky, sparks and embers flickering up. The tauren revelers began to disperse, many to fill their drinks once again before returning to bask in the light of the burning effigy. As more space was being made around them, Feral took a step away from Urs, softly tugging on his arm towards the outside of the circle.

"Hmm? Want to leave already?" he asked, stumbling after her while he tried to discard their empty mugs and follow her at the same time. She insistently maneuvered through to the edge of the clearing, into the copse of trees surrounding it away from the village.

"It's boring. If I wanted to watch a fire slowly die down, we could have just lit one at home," she explained, pasuing for a moment to allow him to catch up. As he returned, she stepped up close and whispered, "I want something else from you right now."

Ursuan's brow raised, mulling over what she meant, and quickly catching on as they got further and further away from the celebrations. The orange glow of the fires was little more than a flickering in the distance before she stopped before one giant pine, the trunk broader than even Urs's shoulders. With a quick glance around them to confirm they were on their own, Feral went to work unclasping the pins that made her dress publicly appropriate. The divides along the sides revealed far up her hips, enough to show the curvature of her rear plainly, her motherly figure shown off as she raised one knee to properly tease him with the sight that she wore nothing underneath the dress, all the way to the birthmark on her asscheek that made one white spot among her black fur.

"It's much harder to walk around without splitting this damn thing open than it looks." Urs was dumbfounded that she had spent all day in costume like that without revealing to him that he couldn't respond. Feral caught him staring blatantly at her backside, and smirked up at him before bracing an arm against his chest and shoving him back against the tree. "Some time just for us, with the kids busy, and you didn't think something like this would happen?"

"I should have expected, dressed up as we are," he grunted out, leaning back against the tree for her full attention. His hands reached out for her hips, but she batted them away. Urs knew she could be demanding, but her need seemed stronger than usual, enough that he could get a whiff of the scent of her arousal even out in the open air.

"You're mine right now, that's what I want." Her hands roamed over his bare chest, tracing over the painted markings, circling them until they reached the scar over his shoulder. the sensitive skin exposed to make him shiver to her touch. As he tensed up, she took advantage of his moment of vulnerability to stretch up to press a quick kiss to his lips, and her hands reached right for his waistband, unfastening his leather pants before he could react. She drew back from his mouth and began to kneel down in front of him, hauling down his leggings with her so that she was face level with his exposed groin. His arousal hadn't quite risen enough with the way she caught him by surprise, his cock resting soft over his balls, heavy and taut against the skin. Her warm breath washed over him as she leaned in, and softly pecked a kiss to the broad, fat tip of his cock. "I want you to be begging for it."

Feral brought her snout further against him, her lips closing over one of his balls and rolling her tongue against it. She could feel the heft of it's weight, laden with the seed they both knew was still potent, that had given them four children. Urs may have been getting gray streaks in his mane, but his virility and libido had remained high that it was a miracle that he hadn't bred her true in years, with a little help from herbal contraceptives. Her right hand reached up for his burgeoning erection, swiftly reacting to her touch and the scarred contours of her palm, while her left gripped the fur of his thigh. She glanced up at him, stroking his cock along her snout and giving her attention to his other testes and lapping up along it. Urs bit his lip and grunted from her efforts, his hands reaching out for her horns, but she batted them away, letting him know that she was in control. It didn't take much more work to bring him to full hardness, the girthy shaft laid out over her face and her strokes ekeing out a few drops of pre-cum onto her cheek.

"Hnnnff, there... think I'm ready for you?" he asked of her, shifting on his hooves uneasily. She huffed and cleared off the smear from her cheek, and continued to clean up by lapping up his shaft. Her tongue lingered over the head, tasting the pre he spilled, before she unceremoniously stuffed much of his cock past her lips. She took hold of his hips as she began to bob her head along his dick, sucking him down voraciously. Urs could only tense up, his fingers scratching at the tree behind him as he tried to find anything to hold on to. "Fffuuuk! Okay, please Feral! Do what you want..."

Feralmoon hummed around him, unheeding of his words and driving her mouth further down his cock. She gave occasional swallows as his length neared her throat, tightening around him the deeper he reached. The strain on her jaw grew, but slicked with her saliva, she was soon able to fit all of him, her nose pressed down to the base. She held there for several seconds, until she had to back off to catch her breath, and again and again sucked him down, enough that she could press her tongue against his balls. It took all of Urs's willpower to not buck his hips forward, giving Feral what she wanted in control over him, and his endurance was being sorely tested. Every time she gulped down around him, he fed her with a throb of pre to spill down her throat, and that pulse strained her with the swelling of his cock. Despite his rising groans, she was unrelenting, the tension building up explosively in him. Urs began to protest, urging her to let off, how he wanted to be inside her, and still she would not listen. She cupped his balls and squeezed them roughly, trying to push him hard over the edge. He couldn't hold back any longer, bucking forward into her mouth and roaring up to the treetops. His cum flooded her cheeks, with Feral desperately swallowing as much of it down as she could, but her need for breath was more pressing, gasping as she drew back and letting the last few streaks of seed coat her cheeks and drip down onto her cleavage.

"Rrrfff," Urs groaned as he came down from his peak, bringing a hand to his forehead as if to steady it while he panted and recovered. Feral gave him a glare that could melt ice, and used her fingers to wipe his cum from her fur. She gathered it up and held up her hand to see before she licked her hand clean, and gave his cock a few laps to get the last few drops that spilled down his shaft.

"Mmm, you nearly ruined my dress." Feral braced herself against Urs to raise up on her hooves, and brought her hand up to cup his ballsack as she stood, giving it a rough squeeze. "I know you're not close to done yet, and I want all of it." He grunted in slight discomfort, the heavy orbs being rolled between her fingers and palm to test how full and firm they were. His cock rested over them, still giving an occasional twitch and throb in post-orgasmic sensitivity, and her light touch and words did wonders to keep him rock hard. Once she was satisfied with his performance, she grabbed him by the hips and spun him away from the tree, giving his backside a slap as she turned away from him.

"I could feel it coming on while we were on the road," she explained, while bending forward to lean herself against the tree. "Seeing the kids go off on their own, though, I knew it wasn't just the timing of my season." Reaching around her back, Feral flipped her dress up above her tail, flagging up and exposing herself fully in front of Urs. Her thighs were glistening with her own juices running down them from her puffy sex, her dark fur and skin unable to hide the engorged, pink folds from her heat. "Ooooh spirits, I want another, and m'body does too. Fuck me, Urs, fuck me hard and breed me again..."

Hesitation could have been lethal if she didn't get what she needed, Urs knew, so he swiftly took up position behind her, seizing her by her waist, and slammed his cock into her cunny to the hilt. Both tauren sounded out their long-awaited relief, Feral giving a high pitched whine at the sensation of being stuffed so full, and Urs groaning as her inflamed insides clutched against his girth, fighting against the sudden intrusion with more clenching. He had to fight against his desire to keep deep inside, prolonging the sensation of her undulating insides along his length, but he had to give her what she wanted. His hips rolled back to draw out until just the tip remained inside her, and followed with another thrust just as rough as the initial one, starting up his rhythm in rutting her. Her slickness made it easier against the grip her walls had on his cock, and he added enough with his pre-cum to spill out and splatter against his balls and down their legs to form a puddle between their hooves.

"Oh, oh, oh... ohfffuuuck, fuck meeee..." Feral was crying out with each thrust, and Urs was sure to give it hard just like she demanded. Her arms were nearly scraping against the bark of the tree, but she still held on lest Urs drive her to the ground. They were luckily far enough away that no one could hear or see them from the clearing, and the sounds of their coupling were explicit, the claps of flesh on flesh, the spilling of juices to the earth below, and the moans and groans from the mating couple muffled by the din of celebrations from the clearing.

Urs buckled over Feral's back, huffing from exertion from the vigorous pounding he was giving his mate. His hands roamed up her sides to clutch at her chest, dragging down to free her breasts from their confines. They jiggled freely, bouncing heavily from years of nursing long past even was practical, as Urs made sure to regularly milk her to keep her producing. His fingers pinched at her dark nipples, standing out firmly in the chill of the air and causing streams of milk to spill free to the ground. Feral arched her back in response and cried out, pushing out her bust for his attentions. Her dress was already stained, and they were far beyond caring about keeping it clean.

His hands at her breasts and the shifting of positions were short-lived distractions, the burning need to fill her womb with his seed coming to a boiling point for both of them. Ursuan drove himself into her to hit every sensitive spot and reach the greatest depths. Feral was trembling each time the broad head of his cock tipped at her cervix, driving the breath from her in heated gasps. "Ooohnnnspirits, Urrrsss!" At her cry, Urs made sure to grind in hard at her deepest, setting her insides aflutter. Her head raised to the sky as she screamed out her pleasure, showering his cock and thighs with her juices as he brought her to climax.

"Good girl..." he whispered to her, hugging her to him as she whimpered and squirmed. Her pussy continued to grip down on him, nursing at him for every drop he had to give, and he wasn't going to disappoint. He grunted as he continued to work through the tight hold her orgasm had on him, rapidly hammering into her to push him to his limit.

"Hnnncuum in me, Urs... gimme it all..." Feral was still demanding of him, but the desperation in her voice made it sound close to begging. They could both feel the way his muscles tensed, his balls rising up to prepare for another thick load to deliver. His hooves dug into the dirt around them as he thrust in, until he couldn't stand the pressure any longer. His orgasm came with a deep bellow from his chest, loud enough for her to feel the vibrations against her back, and her sex was flooded with the steaming warmth of his cum. She couldn't hold it all in around his girth, and it flowed out of her in thick rivulets down her thighs, still leaving enough inside her so she felt bloated, enough that she knew would take root in her womb.

The two tauren settled down to their knees to recover, their orgams leaving them unsteady on their hooves and panting for breath. Urs pecked light kisses at Feral's neck, and she affectionately turned her head to give him access. They wordlessly held each other for several minutes, remaining entwined together and his cock buried in her, and the fires in the distance began flickering down. Urs was content to comfort her through it with the press of his lips to her throat, until Feral took hold of one of his horns and began rolling her hips back.

"The kids aren't expecting us for a couple hours yet. M'not done with you and your big dick yet," she taunted, before rolling him onto his back and riding his lap. Urs groaned, a little sore and overstimulated, but he began to wonder if they would even make it in time with the toll Feral's heat needed to be sated.