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_Story is written for my husband, and is cannon of our current roleplay.

Chapters are written as they happen, story line between chapters may skip ahead a few months (I only write the interesting bits)_

_I am writing this for the sheer pleasure of writing, and not for profit. I gain nothing other than entertainment.

The Universe of World of Warcraft is copyright to Blizzard and I claim none of it as my own._

Please enjoy my first part of what I hope to be many. This is the first RP that I've done into a story, and I'm truly enjoying it every second of the way. I hope you do as well.

Sladie.

She had waited for this moment since she began her path to become a Hunter. Finally, her teacher has been impressed enough with her deeds to take the next huge step: her own companion. After her teacher insisting she try out the local beasts: boar, crab and scorpion, she found none of those to her likings. They were bull headed, and to be honest, not much to look at. After seeing the young orc's dismay, he told her about the wolves in Silverpine. They were relatively safe to tame compared to other worgs, and not difficult to find. Xatira, intrigued, began preparation to leave immediately.

The trip was uninteresting, an 8 hour flight from Orgrimmar to the undead playground old Lordaeron and a straight uneventful trip down to the Silverpine forest. In short order, she was seeing a worg behind nearly every tree, and lurking behind every bush. Still, it took several hours to try and find one that called to her. She felt a burning on the back of her neck, and slowly she turned around.

He was beautiful, his eyes as bright as polished amber, his fur was lush and shiny; like it was made of the purest obsidian. He was larger then the other worgs in the area, starring at her with a bloodthirsty gleam in his eye. The hair on the back of her neck and arms stood straight up, while she crouched down. Her mind went blank as she tried to remember how to "tame" him. That word just didn't work for her at the moment.

With a growl, he dropped his head, lunging towards her, his mouth bearing rows of gleaming fangs. At that moment, she shut her eyes and started to chant. Every bite of his threatened to make her lose focus, but she was determined to earn his trust and keep chanting as long as she could. It was almost instantaneous, the biting stopped and the extraordinary creature sat down, waiting for her first command. She did it. She couldn't believe it. She fed him several of her meat rations and gently petted his soft black fur, thankful her Hearth Stone was useable. Once she got back to the inn at Razor Hill, she sat on one of the cots, looking at her new friend. His size made her think he must have been an Alpha, so he needed a name to suit.

Her dad was always fond of telling him stories of her great great grandfather. At his side was a monster of a worg by the name of Drakton. She looked once again at the black beast beside her. He was far larger than any wolf she's ever seen, including the time she got a glimpse of Ghost Howl. "I think that'll suit you just fine." She said, feeding him another piece of dried meat. She wished she had better, but Maro was the cook, not her.

She was really excited now, she couldn't wait to show Maromoth. That's when it hit her, and hard. Maromoth was in Thunderbluff doing his training. He said he'd meet up with her in the Barrens when he was done. They've been best friends since they were kids, and what an unusual pair they were, a tauren and a little orc. Her parents moved to Thunder Bluff when she was little, as ambassadors of the Warsong Outriders. When she became of age, they forced her to travel back to Durotar on the Zeppelin. It was among the hardest things she's had to do, especially after her and Maro... she sighed and smiled. Tears welled in her eyes. She wasn't raised as harshly as orcs are normally, and well... sometimes her emotions were hard to keep in check.

Deciding she needed air before anyone noticed, she patted the large worg on the side and left the inn. She looked at her new handsome companion and smiled. "I guess we're off to the Barrens, boy." She said to him, putting her bow onto her shoulder, and refreshing their food stocks before they left.

Crossing Durotar was not nearly as eventful as she had hoped. A few scorpions and the odd raptor or two. At the very least, they had good skins that she could sell at a later date. Drakton was irreplaceable though. She found that with him keeping them occupied, they were much easier to shoot and kill. She also mined up quite a bit of ore, rock and gems. Her parents had given her nothing to help, except for the clothes on her back, a rusted axe and a splintered up bow. She was very glad to have replaced all of it, but knew money was going to be very important later on.

When she got to the river that separated Durotar from the Barrens, she took a breath. She had heard of many going in, and less coming out. Holding onto her new friend's furred shoulders, she crossed the bridge. She had a chat with the guards there, letting her know what to look out for, and how to get to Crossroads. They were impressed someone as young as her was able to tame a worg, especially when they were not indigenous to the area. They wished each other luck as she made her way to the Crossroads.

The sun was starting to set right as she was getting tired of walking and Drakton began to pant heavily. There were a lot of harmless creatures around, and only a couple to be wary of. Drakton found a secluded place under a tree that had bushes around it, suggesting a place to camp. Xat nodded in agreement as she placed her bedroll on the ground and lit a fire nearby. Starring at the sunset, she couldn't stop thinking of Maro. His dark black fur, soft brown eyes and deep voice. His horns, his body... she'd known him since they were 6 years old, and 10 years later you couldn't pry them apart, not until these past months when both walked their own paths. She had to go home to be a hunter, they had hunter trainers in Mulgore, but orcs had a certain way things had to be done. By the Earthmother though, did he not grow up into a gorgeous bull. He was huge compared to her, but so gentle. Everything he did and said made her smile. His nature wore off on her, making her less harsh than other female orcs, and not nearly as direct.

She then remembered the night before she left. They were walking around Mulgore, alone. The vast plains, despite being very flat, were also very empty. It was a bittersweet moment for them, not realizing that they would have to leave to follow their paths. She remembered looking at him with a sort of longing that didn't quite sit right with her. She took a deep breath. If it wasn't for those girls this would never have happened, and for that she was thankful.

She cast her memory back even further, to when a group of orcs came to Thunder Bluff on a visit. Most of them wanted to learn guns and other weapon skills they couldn't learn at home. She was asked by a couple of orc girls some rather... juicy questions about the Shu'halo. "What is it like to kiss a tauren?" and "Is it true tauren cocks are the size of an orc's arm?"

Xat turned bright red, having never once thought of questions like that. Worst, now she was curious as well. She was a bit embarrassed to tell the girls that she had no idea, and probably never would. She wished those girls had never asked her those questions at the time but now was so very glad they had. That night at the pond would never have happened without them.

They were walking through Mulgore, and she was quieter than usual, unable to look at him in the eyes without turning bright red. Maro's large arm gently wrapped around her, a bit awkward at first, knowing she was obviously upset with him about something, but deciding that since she didn't pull away, it was his best course of action.

"You seem awfully quiet Xat. Did... I do something wrong?" He looked worried.

Was she still upset about when he had thrown her into the spring in Thunder Bluff? She had had all day to dry off, after all, so he couldn't see why...

"No, you didn't do anything wrong... except for the whole spring thing, but that's forgiven." She said, looking up to him to smile as he turned a little red, before she turned away.

"It's just... I'm going to miss you when I leave tomorrow. I wish you could go with me, but your Druidic lessons start tomorrow too. I'm a terrible orc, and I haven't been to Durotar since I was little. And... and..." She was getting upset, and he pressed his thick finger against her lips and hugged her close.

The feeling of his large warm chest against her made her smile and sigh. She then noticed something pressing against her and looked down to notice the rather large bulge growing in his pants. Maromoth quickly motioned to keep walking, letting go of her with only a bit of reluctance as his arm lingered around her shoulder to lead them on.

They were both blushing now, both embarrassed by the situation, and both secretly interested in each other, adding to the embarrassment. It's now or never Xat... at least ask him one simple question... what's the worst that will happen? He'll say no and leave it at that and then never look at you the same way again. If you don't ask him, you may never get another chance!

Maro looked at her, not liking her quietness at all. Normally she was quite chatty. He stopped and starred at her long and hard before speaking, "Xat, what's wrong? And I don't want to hear bullshit. It's not because you're leaving." Normally he wasn't so strong with her, but she was an orc and she was stubborn about sharing.

"What's it like to kiss a Tauren?" She barely whispered it, too embarrassed to say it loudly.

"What?" came a slightly surprised response.

"What's it like to kiss a Tauren?" She said it louder, but just barely enough for him to understand her, green skin turning a faint shade of purple as she blushed.

"...What brought this on?" Came the eventual reply for Maromoth.

"Some... orc girls were asking me questions... I never thought about them till then. I.. just wanted to ask.." She felt so weird, like nothing she was saying made any sense.

Gently, his furred hand reached up and lifted her chin, softly pressing his lips against her's. They were surprisingly like her's, just bigger and a bit wetter, but still very pleasant. She kissed him back, her arms wrapped around his neck. It felt so nice. It was her first kiss, and while she was told it would be nothing special, it was. They pulled away, both now blushing and silent.

Maro cleared his throat, "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that."

He was desperately trying to keep himself in his pants. He'd grown hard before in them, but by the Earthmother, his pants were way tighter than usual. Xat made the mistake of accidentally looking his direction. She could tell he was big, and wondered how much he'd grow freed of his leather prison. She quickly looked away and back up at him, cheeks flushing further.

"I asked, don't be sorry... I liked it." She said, looking up at the night sky.

It was dusk, the stars were just beginning to come out and she smiled. Mulgore was the best place to see the stars. It was so wide and quiet, and the grass was always soft. Maro blushed and found a good spot to star gaze next to a pond, it's crystalline surface unbroken. Placing a traditional blanket on the ground he'd sit first, gesturing for her to join him. Normally she sat on his lap, but she felt it was better to sit beside him this time. He was rather thankful, using his arms across his lap to hide his arousal from her. She set up a fire close to them, just so they could see each other as it got darker, and to keep the nasty Mulgore bugs away.

After about 10 minutes, Maros' curiosity got the better of him. "Di-Did they ask an-any other questions?" You're an idiot Maro.

"Um... actually they did.." Stupid girl!

"Oh... um.. any that you... don't... well" He stopped there, feeling like he was just ASKING for trouble.

She looked at him, really looked, and realized that he was, honestly, beautiful. She never seen at him like that before. He was nearly full grown now, his horns had fully matured, white with black tips. He had even gotten a semi-circle piercing in his nose on his 16th birthday. She blushed and just leaned against his arm, looking at the sky and hoping to get distracted by finding a constellation.

He was slightly unhappy at his unanswered question, but he wasn't sure there was anything she could tell him in response. Still, the beautiful blue eyed orc beside him made him weak. He'd loved her for as long as he could remember, and wanted to be as close to her as possible. She wasn't quite fully mature, but she was filling out beautifully. She wasn't as muscular as an orc her age should have been, but her softer curves gave her a silhouette that would make any woman jealous. His arm wrapped back around her, and gathered the courage to once again softly kiss her.

She didn't back away like he thought she would, but instead met him and returned his kiss gently. She blushed and giggled after their few second embrace. She could feel herself begin to become aroused, and because of it ended up a bit braver as well.

"Its just, um.. the girls were wondering if it was true what they said about Tauren." Her voice was a bit meek, but there was a cuteness there that made Maro smile.

"Oh? What would that be?"

"That, well... you guys were as big as an orc's arm..." She wanted to hide herself from saying that out loud, but at the same time, she really was curious to see his reaction.

"Um... I don't think we're THAT big." He was so thankful he was born with black fur, but even that didn't hide the pink from his cheeks completely, "If-if you...well.. um... I could.. show you."

He took a deep breath, not believing the situation he just put himself in. However; this might be their last night, and he didn't want to risk things going unsaid. At the very worst she'd say no, and he'd still have time with her before she left.

"D-do you mind?" She was trying hard not to let him see her mounting excitement as her heart began to beat slightly harder at the thought of seeing him completely.

She wasn't sure what she was getting herself into, but she had been curious since those orcs from before, and she wasn't going to let her embarrassment get in the way of finding out. Not with her leaving so soon, for Mother knows how long.

He shook his head, and slowly undid the clasp to his leather pants, sliding them off his legs and over his cloven hooves. He gave a deep breath and a sigh of relief as the tightness around his length was finally gone. He wasn't fully hard, his mostly flaccid length having slid completely from his sheathe. At the moment, he was only around 8 inches, and maybe as thick as 4 of her fingers. Like his fur, it was dark gray, with a bit of shaded dapling.

Without neither thought nor speech, she reached out to gently stroke the shiny length, making him sigh deeply as she did. She pulled away quickly with a small wince, as if she'd burned herself on him.

"I-I'm sorry, that was wrong." She said quickly, feeling like a fool for acting on impulse.

He grinned and stroked her cheek. "It's fine Xat, I don't mind, and I promise not to take it the wrong way."

That was mostly a lie, his heart winking at the feeling of her not returning his feelings for her, but at the moment he was just too happy to simply be with her - regardless of her feelings towards him.

Slowly, she got the courage to go back and gently stroke his member. She could quickly feel it growing underneath her touch, and marvelled at his full glory. He was massive, shaft reaching an impressive fourteen inches, girth no less then three inches thick. She gently felt around his furred sheath and sack in addition to his shining length. His musky male scent was almost overwhelming her and she wasn't sure if she could continue or not, fearing her want of him.

Maro's shyness was quickly overtaken by his bull hormones, and he grinned mischievously towards her. He slipped off his leather vest, and laid there, completely naked, holding his large member.

"You know... it's not very fair that I'm undressed and you haven't even taken off your boots." His rumbling baritone voice was intoxicating, making her smile, and her blush deepen.

Slowly she undid her vest and took off the linen shirt she was wearing. Her green orbs bounced slightly when she threw the shirt to the ground. Maro's shyness returned upon looking at her gorgeous half-naked body.

"M-may I?" He asked, raising his hand slowly towards her chest.

She nodded, and took his large hand, softly placing it between her warm breasts. She took a sharp breath as he gently manoeuvred around her delicate orbs, flicking her darker green nipple gently with his thumb. They were quite large for an orc, but fit nicely in his hand. He couldn't resist now, and kissed her, fondling her soft skin everywhere it was exposed. She groaned in approval, feeling her sex beginning to dampen and beg for attention. She'd had this feeling before, but never this urgent. It was new, exciting and a little frighting. It felt right though, with him.

His hands made their way to her thighs and gave a squeeze, making her jump a bit, grinding her hips momentarily on his large organ. He wanted to take her, mount her, rut her, make her his... but he steadied himself. He had more sense then that, even in his current state. Even now, he knew full well that doing what his animal mind told him to do could kill the fragile green thing in his arms. He could smell her scent and backed off from her slightly. He was nervous and they were getting ahead of themselves. Both were considered adults but they were still young and he knew that as well as she did.

Xat was panting slightly, but moved towards him as he backed off. She sat on his lap, facing towards him with her legs around his waist, his large member touching the bottom of her breasts. "Maro... please. I want you to be my first. I couldn't think of anyone who'd care for like you have. Please... just be gentle with me... I need this as much as you do." She kissed him with a passion she didn't expect, and not only to shut herself up.

He returned her kiss just as fiercely, gently lowering her onto her back and undoing her leather pants. She helped kick them off, and her scent was overpowering to him. His sense of smell was a curse as his member sprayed pre all over her torso and breasts from excitement, coating the undersides in thin preseed.

Carefully, he lined his flared tip with her slit, rubbing it up and down, slicking it with her nectar. Their breathing was heavy, and both gave a sharp gasp as his flare sunk in, even if it only made it an inch. She was tight, almost painfully so, even to him. After a moment, her sex accommodated the large shaft and he was able to thrust slightly, until reaching her delicate veil, protecting her soft, velvety insides. Xat gripped his shoulders as he stopped at he the first sign of the resistance.

"We can stop right here, as if nothing has happened..." He said, painfully.

He wanted to give her the chance to say no. She shook her head and pressed her hips forward on him, forcing his flare to break her maidenhead. She gave out a cry, her fingers clawing at his arms. It hurt more than she had expected, but felt just as good. He wanted to pull out, thinking he'd gone too far in and was hurting her, but she used her leg to press on his rump, not wanting him to leave her.

"Please... don't." She begged softly, pushing her hips more onto him.

He was now only 4 inches deep. She was determined to take him completely. Orcs were known to be able to take a full grown tauren, but it wasn't a common occurrence in the least. He hesitated and began to thrust in and out of her slowly, making agonizingly slow progress, but knew if he hurried he could do a lot of damage. His mind raced, screaming at him to just fuck her like the animal he was, to pound his full length in and open her up, but he ignored his instincts.

Xat too was wishing he could move faster in her, but he was almost completely inside already. So close, with only a few more inches to go. Her cervix was being pushed with every single thrust, and she tried desperately not to cry out, but instead gave loud, roar-like moans, that echoed across the plains. Maro pressed his shoulders against her mouth to muffle her. He didn't want to but he also didn't want to gain any unwanted attention either.

He was so close to getting himself completely inside, his mind raced and he couldn't hold back anymore. The last two inches he crammed hard inside of her, pressing himself against her outer walls and making sure he was fully hilted. His back arched as he desperately tried not to spray her with his thick fluid, giving a pained groan as he pressed into her tight, velvety sex. He felt like there was a clamp pressing around him, and all of a sudden her body quaked. His large member hit every single pleasure zone she had, plus his abdomen rubbed against her clit. Her sex convulsed around his shaft as her honey flowed down his entire length. He could not muffle her moans as her body twitched in her climax, and he didn't really care to anyway.

"Xat... I can't..." He couldn't finish what he wanted to say, and all Xat could do was nod and stroke his cheeks.

She was not prepared for him. He couldn't hold back his instincts any longer, digging into the earth with his hands over her shoulders and rammed her as fast and as hard as he could. Every single pump led him half way out and fully in, hilting every time. She cried out as his large shaft ripped her folds open, but her orgasms were just as strong. With a loud feral-like bull moan, his last thrust made her back arch up off the ground, his arm catching the small of her back, keeping her locked on him. The head of his enormous organ flared open, spraying ropes of his sticky white seed inside of her. He braced himself over her, panting heavily as his orgasm kept him from thinking. It took a full minute before he finished painting the insides of her white.

Xat closed her eyes, exhausted from her lover's hot embrace, she barely noticed when he picked her up and laid down with her on his chest. His flare kept them from separating, and it'd take a few hours before he was soft enough to slide out of her tight sex. His fingers gently stroked her long dark hair, smiling to himself.

"I love you Xat." He said softly, having wanted to say it before, and now feeling foolish saying it now.

"I love you too, Maro. Promise me you'll make it to the Barrens." Tears welled in her eyes, she did not want to part from him now more than ever.

Her dreams were realized in that hour of embrace, and his as well. Maro gently brushed her tears away and kissed her forehead softly.

"Promise me as well." He replied, his heart heavy with the possibility of never being able to see her again.

Xatira woke up with tears in her eyes. It felt like he was right there with her, like she could smell his musky bull scent, or feel and hear his breathing. She sat up and looked around. Drakton was curled up beside her and it was his breathing that was plaguing her... and the scent turned into something less familiar but very similar.

She also noticed that she must have kicked off her pants sometime in her sleep. The fire was out and the stars were still high in the sky with no sign of daylight just yet. She laid back down on her pillow, and thought of Maro again. She could feel the wetness of her sex begin to grow, and Drakton got a hungry look on his face as he awoke. Her eyes were closed and she could feel something wet on her sex. Her eyes snapped open to see the worg lick at her sensitive folds and clit, with a surprising precision. It was as if he knew where she was the most sensitive. She laid back with a smile and groaned with each of the broad strokes of his tongue. She could smell his musky scent grow, and could see his pink shaft shine slightly in the moonlight.

She wouldn't be able to take his teasing for too long and gave him the mental command to stop. He did, reluctantly. She sat up and made him roll on his back; she wanted to see exactly what he looked like. He wasn't nearly as long or thick as Maro, which she didn't mind at all... but the half hard knot had her attention. She didn't know anything of canine anatomy, but she was curious about it and gently stroked his entire shaft a couple of times, making the wolf whimper in excitement. He gave her the mental imagine of her on her hands and knees. She was desperate herself, dreaming of Maro all night, and poor Drakton kept getting random images from her strong, mind.

Slowly she got herself to her hands and knees, speaking her orders "Don't be a typical animal and waste yourself.." she warned, knowing that if he had his way he'd thrust as fast as he could and be done.

It was almost as if he was insulted and nipped at her thigh when she said that before jumping on her back. She gave a yelp and decided not to give any more instruction. She could feel his paws wrapping around her waist, his member twitching at the entrance of her tight sex. His movements were almost human as he slowly pushed himself into her, stopping at his knot. Even for a wolf, he was quite large, and her sex still felt very tight against him, making her groan. She could have sworn Drakton smiled as he began to thrust into her at a decent pace, making sure he angled himself upwards, thrusting his smooth member against the sensitive spot in her sex. Every thrust made her quake slightly as his tapered organ pressed deeper inside of her. She couldn't take much more and climaxed, her sweet juice dripping out of her slit and sticking to his ebony fur.

Without a word from her, he took his cue and began to ram her as hard as he could, making sure that every press from his knot rubbed her clit and his organ rubbed her spot. She sprayed him completely as an earth shattering orgasm took control of her. It took everything she had not to fall over from the powerful feeling. Without wasting any time, he pounded her hard enough to make his knot pop into her, and proceeded to fill her sex with his thick white seed. He gave a few more thrusts, making sure he was locked in properly, giving her the mental image of how to turn around gently enough she she could lie on her back with him on top.

She smiled and kissed his nose, panting heavily and occasionally giving a small groan every time his member twitched inside of her. She softly stroked his fur and began to relax. She hoped Maro didn't mind her attention being paid towards the worg, but somehow she really doubted he would.

But now she was absolutely exhausted and fell asleep, dreaming of her two lovers, and how lucky she was to have them both.