Scratching the Itch
This is a work of fan fiction set in the World of Warcraft universe. All materials pertaining to WoW are ©Blizzard. This story involves graphic scenes of sex, you must be 18 years old to view this material. Story copyright Elton M Glover, 2010.
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Scratching the Itch
Kayla was growing irritated...again.
"Blast these incessant insects," she muttered to herself.
She waved a hand across her brow once more to dismiss a fly that had landed on her. She tried to concentrate on the oasis a few hundred yards away, looking for any signs of hostiles. The fly again landed on her brow. "Go away," she fumed and vigorously waved her hand again. This time she closed her eyes and shook her head to emphasize the point.
Sighing from her crouched vantage point in the tall grass she resigned the fact that she simply could not see well enough from this location, and strongly considered for a moment moving closer. Just then, Kayla felt an "itch" on her left horn and absentmindedly rubbed it. Silently groaning, she knew what that sign meant. Closing her eyes for a moment, she remembered back to the first time she felt her left horn "itch". That had indeed been a strange sensation, because it was like having an itch but nowhere to scratch it, and therefore make it go away. It was the first time she had come into heat.
Coming into heat for a Tauren was different than for something like a mindless Plains hare. For a simple beast...they just find a mate, hump like crazy for a day or two, and move on. For a Tauren however, they can choose not to mate, but the overwhelming urge to rut is strong enough to drive most females to take matters into their own hands, so to speak. The males are careful to not offer their services to quickly, lest they end up with an unplanned offspring.
Males and females were given free reign to mate without bonding by their tribe, but producing a young out of bonding was frowned upon and could lead to disciplinary ruling by the elders. Most often if a female was at her time, she would simply disappear for a day or two alone, and return sated no worse for wear.
For Kayla, this was bad timing. She was in unfamiliar territory, and she did not have a secure location in which to let her guard down and attend to the fire that was smoldering between her legs. She could feel it even now, just like the Plainswalkers can feel a looming storm on the horizon. This would be a strong heat this time around. Kayla sighed again.
After the sun had crossed its zenith and was creeping toward the horizon, Kayla decided to risk moving closer to the oasis. She was not in need of water or food, but she did need better shelter since she intended to camp here for the night. Silently moving closer and closer, she saw no sign that there were hostiles waiting for her among the palms and sand. Choosing to risk the last few yards, she stood nearly upright and sprinted into the fringe of the oasis directly behind a couple of palms that grew close together. Peering between the trees, she took a slow look at the good-sized pool of water. It was oblong shaped and actually seemed to be a smaller pool attached to a larger pool, with a narrow sand bank dividing them. Though she could not clearly see into the depths of the water, it did look clean and fresh, and for the moment it was absent of any creatures such as the Snappers she was familiar with from the Barrens. Kayla smiled for a moment thinking that she had gotten lucky to find a secluded spot, but first the call of nature made itself apparent.
Dropping her pack and her mace, Kayla loosened the buckle of her belt as she trotted over to another spot a few yards away. There happened to be 4 palms growing in a rough circle, with enough space for her to stand between them. "Looks good to me," she mumbled as she quickly slid her trousers to her ankles and squatted down on her hooves. She kept a wary eye out as she urinated on the spot, her tail swishing slightly with a mind of its own. After a moment, she sighed happily with her bladder now empty, not realizing that she had been unconsciously holding it in while she spied on the oasis.
Now that the uncomfortable pressure was gone, the smoldering warmth again made its presence felt. Kayla swiveled her head around to make sure no other presence was with her. At that moment a warm breeze shifted the grass she was squatting in, causing the blades to brush her legs, rump and tail. She giggled softly and reached down to brush the grass off her rump. The motion felt really nice, and she repeated the caress a couple of times.
With a smile, her hand strayed down between her legs and traced her fingertips across her mound. A slow, low moan escaped her muzzle as each of her large fingers traced the lips of her sex. She continued to trace and rub her now sensitive labia, careful not to stray too close to the protruding nub of her clit, which grew more sensitive with every moment. When her fingers where beginning to get damp, Kayla suddenly remembered she was still squatting with her trousers around her ankles. Not wanting to accidentally stain or damage her only clothing, she decided to pause for a moment in her rubbing and shed her pants.
Quickly standing and slipping off the leather breeches, she walked back over to her pack and dropped them. Looking down and seeing the sleek darker fur of her inner thighs made her wish she had a male to stroke and attend to her. "A little late for that now," she said with a smirk. She took a quick moment to stretch her muscles, and decided to go ahead and shed her tunic as well. It was a warm evening, verging on hot, and she knew a night under the stars in nothing but fur would be perfectly fine.
Unfastening the catches on the front of her jerkin, her breasts were freed and she cupped each one in hand, giving them a playful squeeze before shrugging off the shirt and tossing it with the pants. Now free of her clothing, she decided to look for a comfy spot to lie in the grass and get down to business. Only a couple of paces away, a bed of short grass was easily within sight of her possessions.
With a spring in her step, she hopped over to the spot and flopped down in the grass, enjoying the cool soft feeling of lying naked on the earth. "Nice night, eh girls?" she said with a silly smirk to her breasts as she once again cupped one in each hand. Kayla was certainly not as tall or as full figured as some of the women of her tribe, but she was well endowed with breasts that were more than she could handle even when using both hands. They were full and soft and would hang heavy when she stood up but not to the point of sagging. Her big teats where covered in soft velvety brown fur that just begged to be touched and stroked.
The fur was short enough that her very large ariolas could be seen, about the size of an orange on each breast. Her nipples were dark gray, and easily poked out of the fur even when not aroused. They were firm, but soft and squishy and were about the size of a human thumb. These did not take long to become aroused and stick up like flag poles waiting to be pinched and rolled, flicked and rubbed. Kayla leaned back against the grass and massaged and squeezed her breasts, which took some bit of effort since there was ample tit flesh to sample. Her breathing became heavy and she moaned, as she took turns cradling a breast and pinching the nipple between her fingers before attending to the other.
This went on for several moments, and Kayla arched her back when she pressed and squeezed her squishy mammaries. She periodically brought one up and suckled her own teat her breasts were so large. She did not lactate since she had not yet borne a calf, but she often wondered how it would feel. The other tribe females often commented on how sensitive their nipples would get from breast-feeding. At the moment, she thought they were sensitive enough, since every brush across the erect nubs would send shivers down her body.
The dampness between her legs was increasing to the point that she could no longer neglect the heat building in her crotch. Thoroughly licking a finger on her right hand, she used the fingers of her left to spread her waiting vulva and slowly but firmly pushed the digit into her moist depths. She moaned a sigh with the pleasure, and continued to finger herself, making small squelching noises as her wetness increased with each new moan.
When the ground beneath her rump was slick with her juices, she could stand the heat no longer and knew she needed to finish the task. With the hand that was already soaking from her probing, she slowly circled and rubbed her aching clit, which by now begged for attention. Her clit poked out at the top of her outer lips, resembling a dark gray walnut waiting to be cracked. She gave it all the attention she could handle, rubbing and squeezing the nub nestled at the peak of her fur covered mound. Her left hand was busy stroking and caressing all over her body where she could reach, straying up to squeeze a nipple or stroke the inside of her thigh.
As a particularly strong shiver ran down her body, she reached back up to suckle on a nipple and at the same time squeezed and pressed her other hand into her clit. All the while, every squeeze or shiver would cause Kayla to cry out. "OOoooohhhh...Gods, I'm so close..."
Kayla arched her back and squeezed her clit between finger and thumb, bringing the crashing wave of an orgasm to her body. She shook involuntarily for several moments and absently stroked her sensitive button, each time sending a new shiver from head to hooves. When she had regained her breath, she sighed contentedly.
"That was the strongest I've had in many summers. I hope I did not attract any attention," she commented to herself.
Now that the fire had subsided, Kayla felt hungry. But the night was warm and there were plenty of stars out, so she decided to forgo a fire and just eat some of her travel rations, which consisted of dried fruit and a hunk of flat-bread she received from a tribe cook. There was plenty of water, so after her quick meal and a refreshing drink from the pond (and refilling her water skin), Kayla was ready to relax for the remainder of the night. Suddenly feeling sleepy, she was too lazy to even fetch her bedroll and curled up on the bed of grass and promptly went to sleep.
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Sometime around midnight, when the moon was in full view, Kayla became awake. Her instincts alerted her that she was no longer alone at the oasis, and she knew not to doubt them. Quietly slithering through the grass, she made her way over to the stash of her belongings. She was about to slip her clothing on when she heard the distinctive clomp of hoofed feet walking through the overgrowth nearby.
Forgetting her clothes, the Tauren attempted to pinpoint where the visitor was and which way they were going. She froze in place and held her breath as just a few yards away she saw the brush rustle and heard more footsteps. She could make out the trees and the water sufficiently, but there was enough moonlight to also cast deep shadows. The visitor was obscured by brush and shadow and Kayla was nearly forced to gasp, as she could no longer hold her breath. She hoped that the other creature had not heard her.
The brush shook again and two equine legs emerged into a pool of moonlight. Kayla instinctively crouched further into the grass, when her gaze followed the legs up the figure and saw a humanoid torso resting on the horse shaped lower body. She silently cursed at her luck and thought, 'Blast it, a Kolkar scout.'
She noted that the scout was a male since his torso lacked breasts, but he was not one of the barrel-chested and powerfully muscled Kolkar she had dealt with in the past. This male seemed to be barely an adult, and did not have the arrogant air of superiority to his body language. In fact he was clutching his spear as if he expected to be ambushed any second. Kayla reassessed her luck, and decided she might be able to use this to her advantage.
From her concealed location, Kayla called out clearly in a commanding tone "Stop right there! Who are you and what are you doing here?"
The Kolkar male nearly dropped his spear out of surprise, and when he did manage to recover he was trying to brandish the weapon in all directions at once. "Who challenges the Kolkar? I am Regar, on scout patrol. My tribe controls this oasis. Show yourself!"
Kayla knew that the male was inexperienced as a warrior; she could hear his voice tremble as he attempted to mask his fear. She guessed he would only be about 17 years old, and she continued to watch as he stepped another few paces away from his cover. Curious to see what he would do, she called back in a contrary tone, "No. I will stay where I am."
The centaur seemed unsure of himself at the unexpected answer, and he looked around confused. "Show yourself," he said again as more of a question rather than demand, "I promise I will not hurt you."
Kayla grasped her mace and rose out of the concealing grass slightly. "I doubt you could hurt me much, Scout. Leave me be, I have no quarrel with you unless you give me a reason. I am merely resting for the night and I will be gone by tomorrow." The Tauren was still crouched in a defensive stance as the scout approached a little closer, now that he had seen her.
She had momentarily forgotten about her clothes choosing to focus on survival more than modesty, but when the Kolkar stepped more fully into the moonlight he openly stared at her from his vantage point. The Tauren saw that his eyes were locked on her ample breasts, and she finally remembered she was nude when he took another tentative step forward. She briefly considered attempting to put her clothes on and remain in a defensive posture, but decided to just leave her clothes and remain on alert simply because she did not trust the young centaur to keep his word.
Regar let his spear lower and nearly dropped the weapon as his attention was still focused on the female Tauren. She stood but did not brandish her weapon at the centaur, looking at him warily.
"I've never met a Tauren, and especially not a female Tauren without her clothes on," he said still eying her body.
Kayla's gaze widened slightly in surprise as well, when she glanced under the lower half of his body and saw the very large equine penis hanging there. It began to stiffen and lengthen from the scout's arousal. She guessed he had not been around females of other races before and his body was reacting instinctively to hers. He took another step towards her until they stood just a couple of feet apart.
"What is your name?"
Under his scrutinizing stare, the Tauren laid an arm across her breasts and replied hesitantly, "I am Kayla, a druid of the Plainswalker tribe."
"Hail, Kayla of the Plainswalkers. Please put your weapon away, I have no intention of harming you. You are very pretty, Kayla."
Kayla smirked at Regar and replied, "And you are large, Regar." It took him a moment to understand her statement. Her eyes darted down to his erect stallion member and back to his face.
Regar became aware of the aroused state he was in and stamped his feet slightly in embarrassment. "Oh! Apologies Kayla, I guess uh...well, I could not help staring, and you were not clothed-"
"It is okay, scout," she said cutting him off. "It can be considered a compliment when a male is aroused from viewing a female's body. At least in Tauren culture."
The Kolkar fidgeted still and was letting his eyes roam over her form before looking away. His gaze was constantly drawn to her body and Kayla noticed this, so she decided to give the male a better view.
"Since I am the first female Tauren you have seen, you'd better get a good look because you are not likely to have another show herself freely again."
Kayla walked into an open spot of moonlight and held her arms wide, making a slow turn for the male. She swished her tail briefly and brushed a hand through her hair as she completed the turn. Regar nodded his approval, "Very nice!"
The Tauren in turn paced around the centaur to take a closer look at his body and Regar let her, deeming that it was a fair trade. She noted that the centaur stood a few inches taller than she did, but did not seem all that much larger than a normal zheevra. As she made her way around his hindquarters, he was swishing his equine tail and she caught a glimpse of the hanging orbs between his legs. Her body reacted to the sight and, combined with the view of his still erect penis, caused the warmth to return to her crotch.
Kayla was becoming more aroused by the second, which caused her to become bolder in her actions. She ran a hand over the male's side and tickled his flank, dangerously close to his equine penis. Her voice had taken a different tone when she asked, "Regar, have you ever been with a female?"
He shifted a little nervously and replied in a downcast voice, "No, not yet. I am not aloud to have a female until I have proven myself as a warrior."
Kayla stroked his underbelly near the base of his sheath and said, "Would you like the chance to prove your prowess now?"
Regar bucked his hips slightly out of reflex and his penis slapped against his belly at the Tauren's touch. He replied shakily, "H-h-how? What d-do you want me to do?" He was having a hard time concentrating as Kayla was now grasping his hard 15 inches of maleness.
"It is simple, Scout. I will help you out, if you help me out," she said and stroked a hand down his length.
He nodded enthusiastically, and thrust into the hands that stroked his equine cock. Her crotch was now smoldering as she felt the young male's shaft twitch in her grasp, and imagined what it would feel like inside her. She began rubbing her sex with one hand and squeezing the head of the centaur's penis with the other. Regar's face grimaced in pleasure at the new experience, never having felt the caress of a female on his manhood.
Kayla was getting wetter by the second, and moaned low as she stoked the fire in her crotch. She felt a shudder course through her body and she got down on her hands and knees presenting her rump to the Kolkar.
"Now, Regar, you must take me. Take me now!" Kayla wiggled her hips invitingly and tugged her tail to one side, exposing her glistening vulva to the centaur. The male stood gaping at the sight for several seconds, his erection aching to enter the Tauren. He awkwardly walked over unsure of how to accomplish the task, but his instincts did the rest as his body took control for him, and he began thrusting his large cock trying to hit the target.
Kayla tried to help as best she could by moving her hips around and cried out in pleasure as he finally hit the mark. He buried the head of his penis in her dripping pussy with a wet squelch. The Tauren nearly had an orgasm right there feeling the cock stretch her. Regar began thrusting his hips forward feeling the uncontrollable urge to bury his shaft into the female below him.
He was grunting with every thrust, his cock sending waves of pleasure through his body. When he finally had penetrated her depths as far as he could, he felt the tip of his penis bump into her cervix. Kayla exclaimed in a delightful climax when she felt his tip crash into her inner wall, which caused Regar to groan as her tunnel squeezed his shaft in response.
She rode out the wave of her orgasm with the male still humping away, bumping into her cervix time and again. Kayla wiggled her hips some more, and could tell the centaur must be getting close by his heavy breathing and the irregular thrusts and jerks of his hips. She concentrated and clamped down her inner muscles around his shaft, which was exactly what pushed Regar over the edge. He cried out in bliss, "OooohhhAaagghh!!"
Kayla felt the hot gush of his seed pour into her canal and squirt forcefully against her cervix. The sensation was enough to cause her to climax a second time, and she let out a guttural moan as her love muscles contracted again. Regar was panting above her, scarcely believing that he could feel so much pleasure. His penis softened after a moment, and pulled out of the Tauren as it contracted back into his sheath. Kayla's pussy dribbled out the overflow of the centaur while she remained on the ground recovering.
When her senses returned a few breaths later, she lay on her back and stroked her widened vulva, and dipped in a finger to find that the male had filled her up completely. She took a quick lick to taste his semen, finding it had a tangy-salty flavor much like the male Tauren she had been with. Standing, she went to face Regar.
With a smirk she said, "Congratulations scout, you are now a true adult. I must admit you did well for your first time."
Regar smiled with confidence and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Thank you Kayla."
He stooped to retrieve the spear he had dropped once their sex play began and made like he was going to depart. Kayla grasped his arm quickly and said, "Where are you going?" He turned back to her with uncertainty in his face. She gave him a look of need and said softly, "I was hoping you would stay with me longer?"
The centaur nodded and said, "Very well then. I must report back to camp by tomorrow eve and it is a half days journey from here, but I can stay the night with you."
The druid nodded in satisfaction, and her curiosity was piqued. "What are you doing out here in the middle of the night, so far from your camp? Are you on a mission?"
Regar sighed and shook his head no. "Alas, my presence is not something as important as a mission or quest. I am here as the result of punishment."
Kayla rubbed her hip against the centaur's body seductively and answered coyly, "Well, if it is punishment you need..."
The male smiled briefly but replied, "I have no doubt I would enjoy it Kayla. But my punishment is from my father, who forbade me to meet with a girl from another tribe. I planned to petition them to join their clan, and there I met Allana. She is the one that suggested meeting with her elders. I was returning to my camp when my father discovered where I'd been, and demanded that I go out on patrol. I suspect it is mainly to keep me from meeting anyone from the other tribe, and he decreed that I must bring back a flower that grows in this oasis as proof I had done my sentence."
Kayla nodded in understanding when he had finished recounting his task. "I take it you fancy being with this girl then?" The centaur nodded and smiled. "Then let me show you how to please a woman, she will thank you for it." She grinned at the scout feeling her needs growing inside her again.
She stood before him face to face, and lifted one of his hands to her chest and traced his fingers over her breasts instructing him softly, "You must be tender with a woman; she likes it when you are subtle. The softest touch can do more to stir the fire inside her than reckless groping." Regar took initiative and ran his fingertips over her nipple, and Kayla moaned in response, "Very good, I think you have the idea."
The centaur now cradled her breasts with both his hands, softly squeezing and rolling her tit flesh in his palms. The Tauren arched her back and thrust her chest against his hands, her own hands now roaming over the male's chest.
She instructed him further saying, "Your tongue can also make a useful tool when pleasing a woman. Let me show you." She took a breast in both hands and brought her own nipple to her mouth, and sucked the erect nub into her muzzle. She 'mmmd' in pleasure and stopped sucking, still holding her breast invitingly and said, "Want to try?"
Regar nodded eagerly and bent down to her chest, and flicked his tongue across her nipple. Kayla nodded for him to continue and he needed no further urging, as he hungrily sucked on her teat like a starving child. He was holding both her breasts and alternately sucking on both nipples. The Tauren enjoyed his attentions and stroked his head saying, "Very good."
Kayla was feeling wet again as her crotch felt like it was on fire. She wanted to have the male taste her sex, but was unsure how to arrange it due to the difference in their body types. "Regar, can you lay down on your back?"
He nodded and said, "I think I can manage. I will not be able to move though."
"Perfect," the Tauren replied and waited for the centaur to lower his horse body to the ground and then rolled onto his back. Kayla giggled at his strange body position with his legs sticking into the air. He looked uncomfortable.
"Will you be alright like this?" she asked.
"I will for a time, though I may get a cramp in my back," he replied.
She nodded and continued with her lesson. She stood over his torso her feet on either side of his shoulders. Regar grinned up at her and had a splendid view of her wet and widened cow pussy. "Now it is time for you to use your tongue again, though I'm sure the position with be different with a centaur." Kayla bent her knees and lowered her rump to the male's face. He waited eagerly, his tongue salivating with anticipation and his penis was already hard from arousal. The Tauren gently sat on his face and smiled in pleasure as he quickly got the hang of licking her and exploring her vulva.
She was 'ooh-ing' and squirmed her hips as the centaur used his hands to part her lips and shove his tongue into her, tasting everything he could reach. His tongue flashed across her clitoris and her hips jerked in response. She said in a quivering voice, "Be careful with that spot, it is very sensitive." She moaned as he firmly licked her again.
Kayla was absolutely dripping with lust now and was craving the feeling of the centaur filling her again. Much to Regar's disappointment, she rose up and went over to his bobbing erection. Quickly slurping his glans into her mouth, she lubricated his shaft and straddled his horse body. "I need you inside me again centaur!"
She pressed his head into the cleft of her labia and pushed her hips down onto him. Regar cried out in pleasure as penis was engulfed by the hot Tauren's pussy. Kayla moaned loudly as she sunk down on his hard pole, driving as much of the cock as she could fit into her dripping snatch. When she felt his head rest against her cervix again, she lifted her hips up pulling his shaft all the way back to her entrance and quickly sat down on him again. She repeated the motion again and again, gaining speed and producing a loud, wet squelch with every thrust. The Tauren was lost in the drive to climax again and hardly noticed when Regar's body clenched and he shot his load into her again, she was too focused on riding his cock and crashing it into her cervix.
Kayla was very close again, and she sat down a final time and ground her hips with further pressure forcing the head of the horse cock to press into the entrance of her womb. She screamed out as her climax finally peaked and she bucked wildly as her knees grew weak. She sat quivering atop the centaur for a moment longer before pulling his length from her sex. The combined fluids of their mating dribbled freely from the Tauren's pussy, which was now thoroughly widened.
The druid knelt by Regar feeling satisfied. The centaur watched her massage her breasts briefly before he rolled over and stood up. Kayla smiled up at him and said, "I envy that centaur you like. I have a feeling she is going to enjoy it when you two mate."
Regar grinned and said, "I sincerely hope so."
Kayla noted that the moon was still quite bright, having only moved a short distance across the sky. Having been satiated for the moment, she once again felt sleepy and yawned cavernously. Regar clutched his spear and paced around.
"I am reluctant to leave you Kayla, but I really must be going. I want to get back in order to make arrangements to visit Allana's tribe." He briefly disappeared behind a clump of palms and returned holding a bright white flower. He leaned down and extended one of the blooms to Kayla.
"Thank you Kayla of the Plainswalkers, I will not forget our encounter. Accept this Peacebloom in friendship."
Kayla took the flower and placed it in her hair. "Thank you Regar. If you must go, I will not stop you. I enjoyed your company."
He stomped distractedly and backed away from the Druid. "Farewell, Kayla."
She waved as he turned and trotted off. "Goodbye, Regar."
Kayla waited until she could no longer hear the clomp of his hooves before she shifted over to her previous spot on the bed of grass. She yawned again and rubbed her belly feeling happy that her immediate needs had been satisfied. "Perhaps I'll have to visit this oasis again next season." She rolled over and closed her eyes dreaming of the pleasures of stallions servicing her, now that she had scratched her itch.
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