Hard Rain
A story I wrote several years ago that I never bothered to upload to the site. It has some flaws from then, that I don't really want to go back and correct. I figured at least a few people here would be happy to get their rocks off to it.
Rain was rare in Orgrimmar, and such copious downpours were in so few of number as to be countable on one hand. The low-lying crags filled with water easily, and although the western floodgates served their purpose well, there was only so much rainfall that could escape through to the riverbanks below. The Drag, in particular, long, narrow, and heavily arched along the walls, became somewhat of a notorious mire during a storm. It was here that Togrun had sought shelter, in a small inn concealed by the larger structures looming on either side. There was little light besides the flickering glow cast by a small candle on the innkeeper's table, scarcely able to illuminate the rough wooden walls, though by the building's location he could surmise that even on sunny afternoons it would see few rays to soak in. The innkeeper herself sat inattentively over a book, making little noise besides the occasional rustle of pages being turned. Togrun might have found the sight of the orc worthy of a good chuckle had he not wished to invoke her ire; she was a boulder of a woman, with rounded, muscular shoulders and biceps that could break a tree, but here she was wearing the daintiest little reading spectacles like an old lady scrutinizing fine print. She had been kind enough, however, to offer him a meal in lieu of a bed -- they were all occupied, a fact confirmed by the snoring of a few patrons in the upper bunks -- and so he sat, munching on dried meat, staring into the wet night air and waiting for a lapse in the storm.
He was not alone in his biding, however; through the dim orange light he could see a massive silhouette sitting precariously on a chair much too small to accommodate his figure not far to his right. Clearly the man was a tauren; no other race had such an imposing outline, nor such trouble finding adequate seating. He, too, was treating himself to a meal, though there was a notable lack of the jerky that Togrun was supping on, having a limited variety of greens in its place. He ate slowly, taking the vegetables gingerly between his meaty fingers and placed them in the back of his mouth, near the molars, and chewed sluggishly with that languid motion of a grazing heifer -- Togrun smiled discreetly at the thought.
The bovine had noticed the orc to his left staring at him, locking eyes with him as he ate. Togrun turned his gaze downward instinctively, scolding himself for making such a submissive gesture. He did not want to come across as weak-willed. As such, he took it upon himself to dispel the tentative quiet.
"You here from Thunderbluff?" Togrun began awkwardly, keeping his gruff voice low enough for only the tauren to hear. He flicked an ear in the orc's direction, pausing momentarily to swallow.
"No." The bull picked up another piece of food and started anew in slowly crunching it. Figuring that was the end of that, Togrun returned to his own rations, barely taking a bite before the bovine spoke again. "I'm here from Feralas. On the journey to Winterspring."
"Oh, you've been marching a while, then," Togrun responded quickly, happy that the uncomfortable hostility was only an imagined threat.
The tauren nodded in agreement. "The way is not so harsh, if you can endure the heat. The savannah is easier on kodo than worgs, though." His voice was low like Togrun's, but it carried that typical tauren smooth-talk that relaxed one's mind instead of waking it. "You, then, you live here?"
"Sort of," he began, taking a quick sip of his ale, "My home is a bit yonder south of here, near the farms. And you're right about the worgs, bastards drink too much water for being so accustomed to the dry weather." He glanced outside, squinting indicatively at the streams of water pouring off the roof. "Not that it makes any difference tonight."
The bull grunted affirmatively. "I have missed the rainfall after so many dry nights in The Barrens. It's cool here, not like the muggy drizzles in Feralas." Both men sat meditatively for a few moments, watching the myriad droplets strike the soggy earth like miniature artillery. "What is your name, friend?" The tauren asked inquisitively.
The orc snapped out of his trance, glancing back to the tauren. "Uh, Togrun Wolfcaller."
"Rakkan," The bovine reciprocated, "I carry no tribe name."
Togrun grunted in acknowledgement. "Touchy memories?"
"I feel no sense of loss from my exile, if that's what you mean."
"No? You weren't close to your family?" Togrun prodded. He knew he shouldn't be testing him this way, but curiosity was holding his reins. Rakkan huffed through his nostrils.
"I did not say I was distant from my kin, Togrun. Let us speak of it no more." Rakkan stood from the now bow-legged chair, gathering his belongings into a small sack slung over his shoulder. "I am tired, and ready to seek more accommodating shelter. You may walk with me, if you wish; I am sure you too need a place to rest your head, for the night has grown late," He offered, walking towards the narrow exit. Togrun remained seated, a little bit taken aback from Rakkan's full stature, and watched him saunter out into the rain. He did_need a real bed; his home was nearly four hours away on foot, and not much shorter a journey on his worg in this weather. Glancing back towards the innkeeper, she seemed relieved that the two had ceased chattering, and a cold stare from over her spectacles gave an impression of _'Well? Are you leaving, too?'
He could handle a little rain in his britches, if it meant a warm welcome and a warmer bed.
Togrun hurriedly finished what little ale remained in his mug and jogged out into the storm. It was easy enough to catch up to the larger male, not only by the obscenely large hoofprints left in the muddy ground; even through the thick rain it was not hard to glean his burly form against the misty backdrop. He followed just a pace or two behind Rakkan (though he couldn't slow down much, the bull's strides were so great compared to his), the splashing footfalls alerting Rakkan to the his presence. The tauren looked over his shoulder, and nodded approvingly.
The night was dark, but the covered braziers remained dry and burning in spite of the downpour. They provided enough light to reveal details that the weak candle of the inn failed to illuminate on Rakkan; The tauren wore nothing on his torso, leaving chestnut fur bare and visible to the evening apart from a thick leather bandolier that kept his rucksack fastened. His legs were similarly left uncovered with naught but a loincloth not unlike the ones the braves of Thunderbluff wore, though there were oddly placed straps bound around his thighs. Above all, though, he was _brawny._From behind, Togrun observed the perfect, tree trunk-like cylinder of the bull's midsection, topped by that characteristically defined trapezoid-shape of his back, marred only by the hunched and rounded spine that all tauren bore. He thought back to the innkeeper, who now seemed petite by comparison, as he admired those barrel-sized arms. Further down, the way Rakkan's tail swayed and flicked water from its bushy end was mesmerizing, partly because it sat directly above some of the firmest glutes Togrun had seen, pressed taught against the fabric when the bull took a step.
"I had decided to follow An'she," Rakkan interjected, pulling Togrun out of his fantasy. A few confused sputters were all the orc was able to respond with. "You asked the reason for my solidarity, did you not?" Rakkan said, looking back towards the orc. The brazier's light had faded with distance, and now the tauren's form was once again merely an outline. "Just after the cataclysm, many of the tauren questioned our worship of Mu'sha. My kin stood by the traditional values and moon-worship of yore, while I decided to follow An'she."
"I didn't know tauren politics could be so... " Togrun trailed off.
"Petty?" Rakkan finished, giving a small chuckle, "I, too, once thought us above such trivial matters. But, An'she, the light of truth, showed me that we are no less mortal than the rest of the world, and that perhaps I should seek more caring individuals to call my kin." Rakkan's sloshing footfalls sounded thunderous and heavy against the weighted silence that followed. Togrun decided to change the subject.
"You said you're going to Winterspring, then?" He asked, picking up pace to walk alongside the tauren.
"Yes, I am seeking the firewater of the springs there. It is a known tonic for improving growth." Togrun tried to imagine Rakkan being any bigger, but at some point the mind starts picturing a kodo instead of a cow.
"You're dressed kind of light for Winterspring. You know it snows there, right?" Togrun indicated the scant wardrobe of the tauren with a motion of his hand.
"The Shu'halo were not made with fur to be covered with leathers, Togrun. Even this attire I wear for your formalities, not mine," Rakkan huffed.
"So you're telling me you make all your journeys nude?"
"To put it crudely," The bull retorted, "Yes. It is the purest way for a tauren to exist. The light of An'she was meant to grace our form."
Togrun raised an eyebrow at him, not sure if he was being made a fool of... or if this meaty Adonis of a bull really was that brazen. "Well, don't let my 'formalities' keep you from being comfortable," Togrun retorted, trying vainly to act disinterested at the idea of Rakkan stripping down.
Rakkan stopped suddenly and glared at the orc with an annoyed, yet determined look. He plodded off to stand underneath a tree, letting himself out of the rain, Togrun following in curious tow. There was just enough light now from one of the braziers that he could make out the dimly lit image of Rakkan removing those bindings from his thighs and undoing the rope holding his loincloth to his waist. If Togrun had any doubts, they were certainly gone now.
Rakkan stepped out of his clothing and placed the discarded garments into his bag. The bull was now entirely nude save for the single belt holding his rucksack. Togrun's eyes followed the descent of the tauren's flawless abs into that distinct 'V' shape, culminating in a black, fleshy sheath and massive, grapefruit sized balls. Peeking out from just beneath the sheath was the rounded head of Rakkan's flaccid cock, complete with the slightly protruding hole that was unique to Tauren anatomy.
Rather than stand and be examined, Rakkan raised his arms expectantly.
"Well? Am I to be the only one exposed here?" The bull asked, "I observed your etiquette; I should expect you would observe mine."
Togrun was taken aback. This tauren wanted _him_to be nude, as well? At the very least, the rain would hide them if anyone were burning the midnight oil and took a peak to the streets of the Drag. It was only fair, since Rakkan had allowed the orc to view him in his entirety, that he extend the same offer to Rakkan. He reached up to his tunic to undo the thick laces holding it together before slipping it and the shirt beneath it off together with a bit of force, thanks to the wet material sticking to his skin. His trousers were to come off next, and as he unfastened them a brief moment of insecurity washed over him. Weren't there guards here? He looked over his shoulders, gratefully seeing no one, and pulled his pants the rest of the way off.
Rakkan smiled and gave a short nod when Togrun's uncut green cock flopped out from his trousers. "Is this polite enough for you?" The orc said with a sarcastic smirk, shaking his maleness suggestively for his voyeuristic partner. He reached for his clothes, now having fulfilled his part, but they were snatched up by Rakkan and haphazardly placed into the bag on his back before he could reach them. Togrun glared at the bull, confused.
"Come. Walk with me." Rakkan slung the bag over his shoulder and beckoned Togrun to follow. He scowled, feeling a bit betrayed that his furred partner had left him to be so vulnerable. It would seem he didn't have much choice in the matter; even with his orcish blood there wasn't any chance of wrestling that bag from the tauren. But the idea of walking exposed through a stormy night alongside a buck-naked tauren sent shivers down his spine, and not because of the chilly air. He followed closer this time, not wanting to get separated from the man who held the only clothes he had with him.
He was a bit more comfortable once they reached the darkened streets near the Cleft of Shadow, certain that they were mostly invisible to anyone from the windows. He still felt like there were thousands of eyes on him in spite of this; he was familiar with The Drag during the daytime, bustling with merchants and adventurers, and yet here he was, naked as the day he was born, walking blatantly through the middle of that same street. Togrun also had trouble keeping his eyes off of Rakkan's nude figure, stealing glances of that supple, sagging sheath swaying gently as the bovine walked. He tried his best to keep his cock in check; a futile effort, really; the drops of rain that kept landing on his sensitive shaft made certain to keep his attention on the physical sensations. He lagged a step or two behind Rakkan, hoping to avoid displaying his now erect manhood to him. Though he was at this point mostly certain that the tauren shared his taste in the masculine form, he didn't need to push boundaries. The gesture came only a bit late, however.
"There is no need to be shameful of such a physical response, friend," Rakkan spoke. "I am not offended by your enjoyment."
Togrun was certain that his green cheeks were flushing red at the bull's acknowledgment, thankful that the light was too low to espy such detail.
"Do all tauren have such..." Togrun struggled to find the right word. "_Feral_equiment?"
Rakkan turned towards him with a confused look. "Feral?"
"Well, you've got that, uh, covering, I guess you would call it. It doesn't just hang, like, uh, mine does."
Rakkan grinned widely at this, chuckling a deep, thrumming ululation. "Curious, eh?" He asked, bemused by Togrun's horrid subtlety. "The answer is yes, at least to my knowledge. We find it just as curious that your anatomy is so unprotected; the chafing must be terrible."
"Hah! Only if you're wearing ladies clothing," Togrun joked, and then immediately corrected himself. "Not that I would know, of course. How big is it?"
"Forward, as expected of an orc," The tauren observed, stopping to face his companion. "Do you want a demonstration?"
"Badly," Togrun quipped, smirking as Rakkan nodded. It was a little surreal; He had only just met this tauren and now he was about to let him fondle his equipment when others of his bovine race scarcely let the orc within arms reach. And in such a public, visible location, no less. The risk brought with it an odd sense of excitement.
A green hand extended to rub along one of the bull's massive testicles, marveling at the smoothed roundness of the skin there. It trailed along to the next, gently tugging and eliciting a contented sigh from the larger male as the skin was delicately pinched. Togrun looked up to marvel at the hidden meat of Rakkan's dick, swaddled in that similar supple black flesh. With a finger, he pulled the skin downwards to peer inside his compatriot's sheath, and found his prize nestled only an inch back. He reached his thumb inside to massage the now visible head, pressing firmly into and rubbing the nub of Rakkan's urethra in circular motions. He felt the rod getting firmer underneath his digit, soon leaving its confines and extending into the wet air.
Even at what was likely to be only half mast, the tauren's manhood was far larger than Togrun's own eight inches of masculinity, which certainly stood at attention now between his legs. He could make out the medial ring pushing out from the bull's sheath, marking the halfway point as he stroked the underside delicately with his hand. Togrun marveled at how thick it was; his whole hand couldn't even reach around it and left a gap a good inch or two between his fingertips. Rakkan let loose a low, rumbling noise when the orc massaged his two foot length, shifting his weight as his posture relaxed into the rhythm. Togrun directed his focus to the ridged head, squeezing firmly behind it in gentle, pulsing motions. It flared up in response, blood pumping even harder from his handling, until it was fully turgid and adequately enticing.
With bated breath, the orc leaned in and lapped in circles over the head with his tongue, tasting the ever increasing musk of precum when he neared the hole at the end. It, too, had grown since his initial inspection, almost gapingly so, and Togrun was overcome by the temptation to sample his partner from the source. His tongue ventured down into Rakkan's member, careful not to move too quickly. There was some tightness, but still more than enough room to swallow Togrun's tongue as he savored the potent flavor of tauren. Togrun pulled back, not sure whether or not he could take the whole thing into his mouth, or even the first half, at that. But, the decision was made for him with surprising force as Rakkan shoved the orc against the rocky wall by the shoulders. Togrun looked up to Rakkan for an explanation, but received only a face of barely restrained lust and the grand arms of the tauren pinning him to the damp stone.
"Do not be so reluctant in your passions," the bull rumbled. "Take what you desire, without shame." Rakkan released the orcs shoulder and grabbed hold of his own cock, meaty fingers working a mixture of rainwater and precum into a lather over the head. Squelching noises seeped into the air, barely audible over the hissing rain but not missed by Togrun. He watched, a little unnerved, as Rakkan angled his cock towards his own erection.
"Wait, wait. What are you doing?" The orc pushed himself back against the wall, suddenly unsure.
"Shh. I am certain you've never tried this before, at least not with your kind. Enjoy it." Rakkan pressed his cock head against Togrun's, the spongy flesh slipping over the other's, before finding purchase on that slimy cockhole. Slowly, Rakkan moved his hips forward and watched as Togrun's green member was swallowed by the bull's erection.
"What? What'sooooohhhh..." Togrun gasped, trailing off at the warm tightness that slowly enveloped his dick. He looked down, gazing in awe as he unwillingly speared the tauren's meaty cock with his own. Even with only the head inside, he could feel every throbbing pulse through Rakkan's member. "That's..."
"New? I hear that often," Rakkan finished, now pushing himself as far as he could onto Togrun's manhood. The flared head bumped into the orc's groin with a sticky smushing noise. The tauren pulled back gingerly, slimy residue sticking to Togrun's rod, and started to undulate his hips in a rolling pattern, fucking his own cock with the other males.
Togrun's breath hitched in his throat, the encompassing firmness like bliss over his sensitive organ. It was slick enough inside to keep everything moving smoothly, but tight enough that it dragged his foreskin back and forth tantalizingly with every stroke. Rakkan had changed his posture, now resting his arm against the wall above Togrun's head and letting the other hang idly by his side. Seems he wasn't going to need his hands for this.
"Ngh... Like fucking my cock?" The bull asked, his speech becoming notably less distinguished. His breathing was erratic and elated, clearly enjoying this just as much as the orc was. Black, leathery flesh bulged on the underside, the outline of the other male's not-insignificant organ clearly visible as it was pistoned in and out. Togrun wasn't going to last very long, to his shame; he hadn't gotten off in a few days and was pent up already. Clear globs of precum bubbled from around his dick, falling in gooey droplets to mingle with the rainwater. Needily, he grabbed the bull's cock with both hands, thrusting as much as he could deep inside, his jaw falling slackly open as he released thick seed into Rakkan. The orc's release shot back out from the edges of Rakkan's cockhole, landing on Togrun's torso, swept away by the rainwater moments later.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'," Rakkan smirked, pulling himself off of Togrun. The orc's release dribbled out in copious drops, and the bull ran a hand over his length to squeeze the load out and over Togrun's groin. "I'm not through, yet. Come." Rakkan grabbed Togrun by the shoulder, pulling him back out towards the middle of the street.
Togrun, still a little dazed in his afterglow, hadn't quite had the time to protest. He found himself with his back to the tauren, standing once again in the dead center of the Drag.
"Well, if we're gonna find a bed to finish this up in, I'll need my clothes back," the orc commented, pointing to Rakkan's rucksack.
"No, you won't. We'll finish here."
"What, laying on the ground?"
"No, laying in my arms." Rakkan lifted the orc with one of his massive arms with surprising ease, balancing the green male's weight against his furred torso. He held Togrun by the bottom of his thighs, lining up his erection with the orc's ass. Togrun was hesitant, looking around nervously. In this position, even their silhouettes would betray their every action; just what was this bull planning?
Without wasting a moment, Rakkan pushed his cock up against Togrun's pucker, the first few thrusts simply hammering against emerald skin uselessly. The second his cock plunged in, Togrun winced and gasped. "H-hey, be a little gentle, yeah?"
"I didn't know orcs were so delicate," he shot back. In a mixture of thrusting and lowering the orc onto his member, he worked himself into a steady tempo, leaning the orc's weight further back to balance himself. Togrun grunted and hissed, still getting accustomed to Rakkan's girth spearing him from below. He felt the medial ring pass in and out, the tip of the bull's organ pushing deeper and deeper on each fall. "Mmmh, I think this'll do." Rakkan murmured, barely audible over the downpour. Togrun felt a shift in Rakkan's poise, followed by a slightly less gentle thrust, like he had fallen a bit onto--
He was _walking._The bull was _walking_while fucking him, and the weight of his footsteps was adding extra force each time he pushed into the orc.
"Wait wait wait! What the- Nghhh- hell?!" Togrun snapped, almost shouting. "Where in the hell are we heading like this?"
"Just saving time. The night won't last forever, and I intend to get off before the grunts take their routes." He groaned as he stopped briefly to give a few faster, rougher thrusts, the squelching sound of fluids being pushed around faintly audible. Togrun hushed up as much as he could between the gasps and grunting, uncertain where this was going to stop. IF it was going to stop.
Rakkan's fucking had reignited the orc's erection, the green pillar once again standing in proud defiance of his own sensibility. As they walked, the tauren continued to steadily lower and raise Togrun over his meaty bullhood, the rhythm regular and just enough to keep the both of them on edge. Every so often, Rakkan would pause, lower the orc back to his feet, and savagely rut into him for a few seconds, before lifting him again and returning to their previous pace. It's almost as if the bull was purposefully staving himself off, but staying just on the cusp of letting loose; Togrun grew a little concerned at what else was going to happen, but his own enjoyment got the better of him as he stayed silent. Well, silent as he could, with well over a foot of tauren meat lodged inside him. He could see the Valley of Spirits not far ahead, and as they approached, that concern caused him to speak up.
"Hey, um, I'm enjoying this an' all," He started, looking over his shoulder and directly into Rakkan's face. "But shouldn't we get dressed now?" He glanced back to the nearby lodge, only about a hundred feet away.
"No." Rakkan's answer was short, punctuated by him thrusting harshly. Togrun's breath hitched. Seventy feet.
"I'm not about to walk into an inn like this." Fifty feet.
"Good thing you aren't walking, then." Forty feet.
"Damnit, bull, let me off you or I swear I'll-" He was cut off by Rakkan shushing him. Twenty feet. They were getting ready to pass through the traditional-looking curtain that separated the inside from out, and Togrun's hips were a complete mess, a mixture of orc pre and rainwater seeping down his thighs and onto the bull's erection.
"Too late now, orc." Rakkan walked through that hide curtain, barely even pausing the movement of his hips as he fucked deep and hard into Togrun. The inside was typical of a tauren lodge, with a firepit in the center and bed rolls laid neatly around it in a circle, about half already occupied by tauren, a few of whom were awake, with the innkeeper standing in just on the far side of the fire. Of course, now, all of those opened eyes were now fixed onto Rakkan and Togrun. The moment the bull had stepped inside, he stopped in his tracks and began to viciously fuck the orc, his thrusts faster and more savage than he had been at any point in the night, lowering Togrun all the way to the base of his cock, balls flying up and down with each movement. Under the gaze of at least six pairs of eyes, Rakkan pushed all the way in and released his load, thick ropes of bull seed gushing from Togrun's stretched ass and splattering on the wooden floor. It ran in rivers down Rakkan's balls, drenching his thighs even more than the storm had, and the pool of fluid that sat beneath him now was perhaps more tauren than water.
Rakkan pulled out, fat flare dripping with the torrent that fell out of Togrun's ass joining the sizable lake beneath them with heavy plops. The orc was set back on his feet, digits squishing into the mess. He turned to the bull, his face more red than green.
"Are you fuckin' insane?" Togrun seethed and whipped around to bare teeth at the bull, though his erection still leaked needily. Rakkan had clearly taken notice, and gripped with a meaty hand onto the orc's shoulder.
"I expect you to finish, too," he threatened, ignoring Togrun's ire. His imposing figure loomed over the orc, 'encouraging' him to listen.
"I... You...!" Togrun took a glance and the hand clasping his shoulder, gulping. "You're payin' for the bed." He tried to sound intimidating, but it felt like Rakkan only found it amusing.
"Fair enough. I'll give you some gold to cover your night. Now, get stroking." He turned the orc to face their unwilling audience, some of them now talking in hushed tones in Taurahe. Togrun grasped his exposed cock, blushing deeply, and stroked hard and fast. The wet, pre-cum slickened foreskin made enough noise to grab immediate attention and more than a few groans of disgust (or maybe approval) as it was jerked back and forth over the glistening head. It was too much to risk making eye contact; Togrun closed his eyes tight, knowing people were watching, but unable to make any better of the situation. He wasn't going to last long, though, not with the loose, gooey sensation he felt in his ass that lewdly slipped down his thighs. Abs tensed, he nearly doubled over with a shout as his orgasm hit him like a brick wall.
"Ngh- haah! Ah!" Guttural vocalizations were pushed from the orc as he let his most intimate of moments fly forward about three feet, right there before complete strangers. The hand on his back massaged his shoulder approvingly, those big thumbs surprisingly effective at finding the right points.
"Doesn't feel so bad, does it? Nothing to hide." Rakkan mumbled sweetly to the orc, pushing a few coins into his hand. "Check in with the innkeeper, and I'll give you your clothes back." Togrun nodded, and Rakkan watched as the orc approached the robed tauren with an uncharacteristic sheepishness. A few nods and an exchange of coin later, the orc returned, holding out his hand.
"Alright, you've had your fun. Give me back what's mine." He wasn't about to give Rakkan the chance to start anything else. The bull nodded and obliged, and handed the wadded mess of wet linens back to the orc. Togrun took them with scarcely a word, and moved towards his bedroll. He couldn't sleep in these, as wet as they were, so nude he remained, laying them by the warmth of the central fire to dry before laying down with his legs curled in front of him for an almost comical attempt at modesty.
At the entrance, the innkeeper approached Rakkan, who was still standing in his own mess, wiping down his slick, drooling cock with a rag.
"Another one, then? You're scaring my patrons," the innkeeper began, chiding the larger tauren in his native tongue of Taurahe.
"For all you know, some of them might be coming by to catch a glimpse." Rakkan smiled with pride.
"...Regardless, you're cleaning up this mess. I'm through cleaning up after you when you..." He trailed off, gesturing to the milky puddle at Rakkan's feet.
"Aye, I'll take care of it," Rakkan agreed. He tossed the sodden rag back into his rucksack and headed off to find a mop.
Togrun sat in his bedroll, staring up at the ceiling of the tent-like building. Perhaps he had let his lust get the better of him? At the very least, tauren generally don't gossip, at least not with orcs. Perhaps his name would still be intact after this, provided he leaves in the morning. He was pulled from his thoughts when a heavy thud sounded from the bedroll adjacent his. Rakkan had finished mopping up, and was now laying in his bedroll facing Togrun. The orc glared at him.
"That was risky," Togrun chided.
"An orc should know that no one in Orgrimmar minds showing a little skin."
"...I didn't say it wasn't enjoyable."
"Oh?" Rakkan raised an eyebrow. "I head out tomorrow at noon towards Winterspring. Perhaps I have time for a second rut, if you're willing."
Togrun pondered briefly on it before nodding to the tauren. "Hell, I'll be sore after that, but I'm willing. Just... no surprises next time."
"I'll agree to it. Rest, orc. You've earned it." Rakkan sunk into his bedroll and shut his eyes, with Togrun not far behind. He'd need his rest for tomorrow, if tonight was anything to go by.