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Shago never considered herself to be a woman who was consumed by her vanity, as was the fashion for many women these days, yet as she observed herself in the watery mirror, it was hard not to feel like one.

From the clear water between the reeds, eyes as red as rubies looked upon her. They were set in the face of a young, orc shaman, which was, given her calling, unusually clean of scars or blemishes. From her lips poked a pair of petite tusks and her hair was a thick black shaggy mane with several locks made into braids. Two of them, the thickest ones, rested upon her shoulders and chest, while the rest of her hair she combed back.

All was as it was the day before, and the day before that.

So she cupped her arms to bring up the water to her face, and while doing that she realised, much to her dismay, that the stripes of red warpaint that she drew every morning over her green skin, as was her custom, were now rubbed off after the long day. One would think that after the years of repeating rituals she would be used to the fruitless work, but it still vexed her.

The light of the sunset reflected off her golden jewellery, casting golden rays across the water's surface. This was a good reminder to make sure that she still had everything she should have. She touched her nose and felt the small golden bull ring piercing, her ears pointy ears for the several earrings and studs that decorated them. And her neck for the necklace of beautifully carved tusks and fangs, a gift from a suitor who was now all but forgotten to her.

She lost some of her precious mementos in the past, and she would't wish for it to happen again. Yet sometimes she felt almost guilty for even wearing them. Some of the other shamans frowned at the tiny bit of vanity she refused to give up in her service to the elements, but she was a woman first. And women have their needs.

And besides, in the end she was concerned with looks no more or less than any other orcish woman, and in her short life she has proven more capable than half of the crones in Orgrimmar. So what harm was in a bit of self-indulgence?

Yet some of the elders would have her turned into some old and withered village hag if they had their way, she thought. They would see her live like a hermit, slaving away in forsaken places like this one, and after she would waste away, old and broken, only then would she find some peace from their prattling. Some of the shamans liked that humble life, but not her.

Shago raised her head and looked around the barren wasteland. This was no time to whine about her lot in life, she had more practical issues at hand.

Of all the lands in Kalimdor, few were as inhospitable as the aptly named Desolace, yet even here, one could find a welcoming place to rest.

Sadly, such places were still few and far between, and travellers would do well to plan their journey through this barren wasteland very carefully and be well prepared. Otherwise, they had a good chance of being devoured by the malnourished wildlife or being killed or captured by the savage centaur tribes. Of course, there was a good chance of falling into the hands of the various cults that nested in ruins and spread like cancerous tumours, poisoning the land. And just in case you wanted to travel by sea, the shores were crawling with Naga, as Shago discovered herself when the ship that was taking her to the Shadowprey Village almost sank on the way.

Normally, people rarely travelled into this place and those who did had a good reason. Her reason was the Earthen Ring. Ever since she was young, and raised alone by her mother, she could hear the elements, feel them and their emotion. When this talent was discovered, the village shaman took her as his apprentice, and that was that. Had she any say, she might have chosen a different path in life, but she knew that a gift such as this was not a calling that could be so easily refused. So, she trained her body and spirit, gave herself to her master and to the elements. And while she never was as disciplined and devoted as other shamans would like her to be, she was dutiful and worked hard when needed. Eventually she, like many other shamans, ended up with the Earthen Ring and as part of this order she fought, and healed wherever was asked of her.

Roughly a month ago, she was staying at Zoram'gar Outpost on the western shore of the Ashenvale Forest when she received a message, asking her to travel to the druids of Karnum's Glade and have a look at the state of Maraudon.

Safe to say, Shago was not excited about the prospect of visiting the wastes of Desolace, but she could hardly say no. And besides, she always found ways to make her journeys enjoyable.

The journey by ship from Zoram'gar was as normal as could be expected (besides the unpleasant raid by the Naga). Although the crew was not as accommodating as she wished it would be. On the other side the Night Elves in Karnum's Glade were quite hospitable, yet she couldn't spend a single night there. She arrived at that oasis at dawn, yet so pressing were her duties that by dusk she was climbing the mountain slopes that surrounded the carved entrance to Maraudon itself. And instead of a warm bed she spent several cold nights under a tent, curled up to Magmir, her wolf companion.

Not even once the task was done did she have the time to rest, as her return to the glade mirrored her first arrival. She entered the fertile pastures, which the druids cultivated, at dawn, and since she took more time at Maraudon than she expected, the time pressured her to leave before dusk once more.

Stood there now, at the edges of the northern edge of the Cenarion Wildlands, where the lush haven abruptly ended, and the real Desolace remained. She knelt on the shore of a small shallow lake, filling her waterskins at this last body of drinkable water south of Stonetalon Mountains that she knew of.

As she stood up, the necklace of carved tusks and fangs that hung around her neck rattled like wooden chimes and her chainmail coat rustled quietly as it hung from her belt. Shago disliked mail armour and the upkeep it required, yet other types of armour were ill-suited for a shaman like her. So at least she took the upper part of the chainmail coat from her shoulders, letting it hang from her belt like a two-layered skirt any time she could. Instead, most of the time her chest was only outfitted in a short leather vest that left her midriff exposed.

If she had the option, she would have taken the armour off entirely, but that would hardly be a good idea in a place like this. No, she had to be careful on the journey ahead, so with a groan Shago grabbed the top half of the chainmail coat that dangled by her legs, pulled her arms into the sleeves, and pulled it on.

After quickly making sure that all of her baggage was safely fastened to Magmir and that nothing was amiss, she mounted the large grey wolf and gently urged him forward. They had a gruelling journey ahead of them and the further they got before nightfall, the better.

It wasn't long before the old dirt road forked, and she, relying more on the compass and her sense of direction rather than the old and unreliable posts, took the road that led east. She followed the old, dried path in nervous silence, never letting her guard down as she passed between the windswept, stony hills and grey, cracked, petrified husks of ancient trees.

Slowly, the road started bending towards the north, and she could rest assured that this was the correct path. But there was no way that she could reach her destination anytime soon.

It was getting darker, yet in this wasteland the skies did not turn red at sunset. Instead, the clouds took on the hue of flesh that was green with rot, that just got darker and darker.

After passing more rocks, dead trees and even some remnants of primitive settlements, the terrain which was until now mostly flat, started slowly rising. As she got closer, small spikes started to appear on top of the small hill, and upon even closer inspection she could tell that those were in fact stone pillars. Which at first worried her. Ruins were rarely abandoned, as strange as it sounds, and chance encounters were hostile, more likely than not.

As Magmir carried her ever closer, she could slowly make out an orange flicker that grew and grew. A campfire no doubt. She steeled her nerves and with her right hand grabbed the haft of the bearded hatchet that hung from her hip. Her mind started to turn towards Wind, the element she favoured and one that favoured her, in preparation to call upon it in a moment's notice if need be.

Until finally, she and her wolf reached the stone pillars.

The pillars flanked a narrow bridge that crossed a riverbed which must have been dry for centuries. The ancient pieces of marble, even though cracked and barely standing, gave away the elven craftsmanship. On the opposite side stood a small structure of barely standing columns from which the light of the campfire emanated. Maybe if she was lucky, she could bypass this spot quietly without any inci...

A large figure leaned it's back against one of the broken pillars. In the darkness, Shago didn't even notice them amongst all the rubble, until she spotted the large figure move. The figure was tall and broad, and in one massive hand she could make out the silhouette of a tall spear with a crescent blade.

...dent.

Magmir stopped instinctively as he could feel his mistress grooving tense at the sight of the stranger ahead. Shago gripped her hatchets even tighter, waiting for the large figure that stood ahead to give away any sign that she was in danger. Striking first would be a smart move had she been faced with a doubtless enemy, but she did not want to risk the chance of killing an innocent traveller, or even an ally. As she was about to speak, the stranger broke the silence first.

"Who are you?" spoke a rough and deep voice in Common, with a heavy accent that she could not quite recognise. By the voice itself she guessed that it was a He, but the fact that he spoke common, did not really narrow down the possibilities of who he was.

"I am Shago, of the Earthen Ring." she replied in Orcish. Given that she was an Orc, it wouldn't be hard to narrow down the factions she could be a part of, but, given that she couldn't quite make out who she was speaking to, and the man decided to address her in Common, perhaps he couldn't make out who she was either.

Sadly, instead of a reply in Orcish that she hoped for, her words were followed by tense, and unnerving silence.

"I am Shago, of the Earthen Ring." she spoke once more, this time in Common. Not everyone spoke the Common language, as it was mostly used by the races of Eastern Kingdoms, but given her place in the neutral order of shamans which forced her to travel and cooperate with all kinds of people, she was forced to painstakingly learn this language.

And as she expected the stranger replied.

"I have not heard of this Earthen Ring. Are you a friend or foe?"

It surprised her that this stranger never heard of the Earthen Ring but, given his strange accent it, was plausible he came from some distant, irrelevant dump. However, given that he seemed to be worried about her intentions as much as she was about his, it seemed to be a good clue regarding any foul play.

"I am a traveller, and if you do me no harm, I will have no need to become your foe."

There was a moment of silence as the stranger was no doubt mulling things over, until finally he spoke again.

"Well then, I am glad to hear that. Would you like to join me by the fire, fiend? You must be tired no doubt."

This invitation was rather unexpected, given the vigilance with which both sides handled the confrontation, it seemed rather strange that he would have so much faith in her as to invite her to his camp. The fact that she still had no idea who or what she was dealing with made her suspect foul play even more so. But she still needed to get past this place, and surely, she could escape if the stranger tried anything funny. Or at least she hoped she could...

What calmed her down was the simple fact that Desolace was devoid of travellers, and so any bandit would be mad to choose a place like this for their operation. And as far as cultists are concerned, they didn't usually resort to such covert methods when they were not forced to by the society they hid in.

"Now hold on. You forgot to say who 'You' are."

The figure on the other side of the bridge laughed heartily in response.

"Hah. Indeed! How rude of me. I am Xin Ironsky, of Pandaria. A humble merchant these days."

It was not often that Shago was taken aback by anything, but this was one of those moments. Few decades ago, rarely anyone has even heard of a pandaren, and few could say that they ever even saw one. Even now that Pandaria was 'discovered', it was still a rare sight to see them outside of large cities. And meeting one in a place like this would be the last thing she expected. The size of his frame and the accent with which he spoke made sense now, and the nature and reputation of his people put her mind at ease. Pandaren were in general hospitable and friendly people as far as she knew, not prone to petty crime. But it always paid off to be cautious, and while she would give this pandaren the benefit of the doubt, he could always be the exception.

"Very well, Xin. I'll bite."

The large pandaren, whose appearance was still shrouded in the darkness of the night, turned around and headed towards the orange light of his campfire. She jumped off Magmir's back and followed their host to his camp.

The campfire was burning brightly in the broken circle of columns which she could see from the other side of the bridge, the structure was situated slightly below the road, leaving one side nestled against a hill. It had a marble floor and in the middle of it stood a bulky stone table, or maybe an altar she thought, now the table was covered with pots and mugs and food. And an unfolded map of Kalimdor in the middle of it. On the hill side, there was a pile of furs, blankets and pillows, while on the other side which faced the open plains, burned the neat little campfire. Strewn around the crackling flames were faded rugs, carpets and over the fire was placed a small grate on which several sausages were being grilled. The circular structure was split in two by a tent roof that covered the sleeping area like an alcove. Besides the campfire, there were several lanterns and candles placed around for better visibility.

It was almost bizarre how much effort this pandaren put into making this place seem homely. For a moment she wondered just how he could travel with all these unnecessary items, when she herself could barely pack Magmir with the bare essentials. The answer came quickly when a large mound came into her view. A giant bovine creature with a wooden carriage instead of a saddle. No wonder this bear could haul with him a houseful of items!

Soon enough both of them basked in the warm, dim light, and her pandaren host turned around and stretched out his hand for greeting.

"I am sorry if I scared you, but I saw someone approaching in the far distance before the night fell. Surely you understand that I had to be on guard." Xin said in a friendly tone.

Shago returned the gesture, placing her palm in his for a shake. His hand was large and engulfed her own green palm. It was warm and soft, yet the grasp was firm and confident.

"No worries, I would have done the same. The roads can be dangerous. And besides, it takes a lot more to scare me, and I have strength enough to stand up against what does." She replied with a proud laugh.

"Oh, I have no doubt you can take care of yourself... You do appear like a proper She-Wolf."

She liked that comparison. She knew plenty of women of other races who would take it as a slight to their femininity, but to most orcish women it was an apt compliment.

Now that they were in the light, she could get a good look at the large bear. And large he was. He stood more than a head taller than she, and she was no dwarf. He wore a simple, unbuttoned, sleeveless shirt and knee-length trousers that let his arms, legs, and belly visible. His chest was large, with broad shoulders and a belly that, while sizable, made him look strong rather than fat. He tightened his grasp on her hand and she could see his muscles flex under his fur. She judged that his arm at the biceps must have been as wide as her waist! His fur was black and white, like the rest of the few pandaren she ever saw. His head, neck and belly were white, while his arms, legs and presumably back were black.

Xin's eyes were the colour of honey and they were surrounded by black patches of fur that contrasted with the white. The black patches had the shape of inverted raindrops whose tips trailed down to his cheeks. His lips, nose, beard and hair were also black in colour. Above the right side of his upper lip were two linear scars, as if an animal had scratched him. From his soul patch a beard was cultivated into a braid as long as her forearm, and his hair was brushed back and tied into a low knot at the top of his head's crown.

In the black of his fur she noticed a lot of greying hair, which while not really noticeably, gave away his age. She couldn't guess years given the great differences in the ageing of all the various races, but he clearly was not a young buck. He might have been a lot older than her, but he definitely was not elderly. Judging by his strong figure and the mischievous sparkle in his golden eyes, she could tell this old bear had plenty of life in him.

And as she took in his large frame, she could feel his eyes roaming her body as well. But she didn't mind at all. Given how most men fawned over elven women, she could respect a handsome man like him who appreciated a strong woman like her.

"Sit, sit. Please, be my guest!" Xin urged her and she followed gladly. It was rare that she could enjoy such hospitality. But before she could get comfortable, she made sure to make Magmir comfortable as well, taking off the saddle and bags off his back and throwing them near the pile of the pandaren's belongings. Then she undid her belt and with it removed the chainmail coat before putting it into the bag.

Just as she sat down onto the old but warm carpet, she could feel the weight of the journey dropping off her shoulders, replaced by the heat of the flames and the smell of good food and drink. And right as she was thinking of her dry throat, Xin appeared holding two tankards.

"It is not as cold as it ought to be, but I hope you like it all the same." He said while passing her one of the tankards. It was filled to the brim with beer and topped with a nice, almost creamy white foam, and the she-orc wasted no time in taking a first gulp. She could see in the corner of her eye the old bear looking over her body which was now much more revealing, given that she only had on pants and the short leather vest that allowed the bear to see her toned midriff and arms. Not to mention that he could now have a much better idea of how shapely her chest was. Something that was harder to tell with the layer of heavy chainmail on top.

"This is some good stuff!" She exclaimed, distracting the pandaren, but the words were much to his delight.

"Oh, I am glad to hear you say that. I will make sure that my brother hears those compliments. And the meat should be ready soon as well!"

"Ah, is brewing your clan's calling?"

"Indeed it is, for part of it, yes." Said Xin as he sat down next to her and clinked their tankards together before drinking himself.

Given the pandaren's happy-go-lucky nature, it was quite easy for her to take a liking to him, and just a short while after their rather nervous meeting, they were conversing like old friends. The conversation soon turned to their travels. Xin was eager to hear of her journeys, and Shago was more than curious about the large bear-man as well. The confidence and free spirit which he simply radiated were qualities that she found quite desirable in a man.

"So, how does a 'humble merchant' like you find himself in a forsaken place like this?" She asked "You said that you landed in Ratchet, and I imagine trade is not blooming in these parts. So how come?"

"You are right about that. I am just passing these lands to reach Feralas, and from there I will travel south-east to Gadgetzan." As he was saying that, he started vaguely waving his hand towards the south, trying to illustrate the direction he meant. He also pointed to the map laying on the stone table and the notes written on it.

"From Ratchet to Gadgetzan through Feralas? Kind of a roundabout way, isn't it? Though I suppose a strong guy like you can manage, even at your age." She teased.

"Hah, I am not THAT old! But well, it indeed is, but it is not a direct journey for me. First I went north to Orgrimmar, then I visited the Elves up north, and from there I headed south and passed through some of the Tauren settlements in the Stonetalon Mountains. I hoped to visit Dire Maul as well, thus I have picked such a path."

Xin put down his tankard and with a pair of tongs reached for the sausages that were roasting over the flames, giving Shago a good view of his muscled arm. He placed the sausages on the two porcelain plates that were already prepared, then took one of the plates and handed it to his orc guest together with a few slices of bread.

"Eat up! You must be hungry by now." A cheeky smile spread on his face.

"Like you wouldn't believe!" She replied and took a bite of the sausage. It was delicious and grilled just right. The bear knew how to handle his meat, she thought. "This is really good!"

"Ah... Thank you. My wife doesn't enjoy my cooking much, but my daughter never complained. Nice to have a second opinion on that matter."

The comment about the wife and daughter soured her taste and put a frown on her face. And for more reasons than one. Not wanting to focus on it, she tried to change the topic right away before he could notice the shift in her mood.

"So you travelled pretty far, yet you never heard of the Earthen Ring, how did that happen?"

The bear laughed a bit and started to scratch his right ear. "This is rather embarrassing, but I am not versed in most of the local languages, so I had to rely on my Common most of the time. Because of this I barely learned anything from the locals, and I am glad for the little bit of information I did learn."

"Some merchant you are!" Shago had to chuckle at the bear's unpreparedness. "You can be lucky you got so far with your head on your shoulders. And what do you trade anyway?"

"Well, I am not really a merchant, not in the true sense anyway. I am really a farmer, but I wanted to see the world, bring home some mementos from the outside, and make a penny while I am at it. I imagined that even the most common products from Pandaria might be desired in faraway lands, and I was right, I would say." As he said that he bit a chunk from his own sausage before turning to her again.

"And of course, meet new people..." And he winked at her, mischievously. "And how did you find yourself in this desolate place?"

It was really not that big of a secret, but she didn't want to disclose all the details to her host. Just in case.

"I had to help the local druids and inspect the elementals in the area. The centaur proved a bit of an issue, but nothing I couldn't handle." The orc said nonchalantly.

"Well, shame we didn't meet before, I would have gladly helped you out. We would have shown them!" Replied Xin with a hearty laughter.

She had to smile at the older bear's jovial nature and the frankly foolish bravery. Most people wouldn't be willing to travel through Kalimdor unless they had to, and here he was, unable to speak the languages, galavanting through some of the most dangerous places just to see the world, and even offering to help strangers like it was nothing. Though, it was hard to say if he was serious or just boasting, to impress her. Despite the good first impression he made on her, she was unsure what to think of him now. A farmer who left his family home with the plough, while he went on a misguided adventure.

"And where are you headed now? If it's not a secret of course..." Continued Xin.

"It's not. I will head north and then east, towards Ratchet."

"Well that is a shame. It seems like our paths won't cross again. At least not anytime soon." Replied the bear with solemn disappointment.

"A shame indeed." She nodded.

They continued to talk as they finished their meal, and the chill of the night set in, despite the warmth of the flame, she shivered just slightly as a cold breeze washed over her spine. Shago was not a gentle flower by any means, but orcs by nature disliked cold and this little shiver did not go unnoticed.

"Are you cold?" He asked as he stood up, almost knocking over his beer in the process, and hurried to his bovine mount, despite her protests, and after fishing through the boxes he had stashed on the side, the bear pulled out what seemed to be a piece of cloth, before making his way back to her.

"Please, take this. It will warm you right away. A pretty coat, for an even prettier She-Wolf."

It was a dark red coat with faded golden embroidery and white fur trim. Admittedly it was a very pretty piece, but she was not the type of person who liked handouts and charitable donations.

"Uh, thank you. But it really is not necessary, I have some pelts in my saddlebags prepared, so I really don't need this."

But the old pandaren would not be so easily denied.

"Oh but I insist! Please take it as a gift then, to remember me by."

Shago sighed and took the red overcoat from the bear's outstretched hands. It was indeed a pretty thing, the cloth was soft and it's colour matched her eyes. She did not like getting such gifts, there was usually a catch attached to them, but given the bear's pleading look, she did not want to create an awkward atmosphere.

"Alright, Xin. Thank you." She replied, put down her tankard and headed to the older pandaren, who was more than eager to help her try it on. He stepped behind her and let her arms slip into the sleeves, before adjusting the coat on her, using the opportunity to get a good feel of her body.

The coat was a bit bigger as she rightly assumed it was made for a pandaren woman in the first place, but the way it was cut meant that it looked rather good on her. The sleeves were only reaching her elbows and the length only reached her knees. Overall it looked like a great overcoat, especially with the fuzzy fur.

The pandaren who still stood behind her, let his large arms linger on her shoulders and pressed his thumbs down to massage at her shoulder blades in a way that was far from unpleasant.

"I knew it would look great on a beautiful woman like you." Xin said, his voice deep and rumbling. His palms slowly moved down, his fingers bruising over her breasts and down some more until he held her by the hips. Shago turned around to have a look at him. The beard didn't miss the chance to cup her ass as she did that. The prominent bulge forming in the pandaren's trousers was hardly a surprise. He did a piss-poor job of making his flirtation subtle, and at this point he didn't even try to hide it at all. But truth be told, she was aching for such attention. Maybe it was the alcohol and the good mood it brought about, or maybe it was because it had been some time since she had felt a lover's touch. One way or the other, this bear was tempting indeed.

Even as lust was overtaking her, she realised just how much of a bastard the bear was. Leaving his wife behind so he could fuck exotic women in faraway lands. But if he was willing to cheat, that was his sin, not hers. No doubt he would find another woman to tempt, or perhaps he already did. Who knows how many elven whores opened his legs for him up in Ashenvale...

But none of that mattered now. The old bear clearly desired her, and she craved his touch.

Shago lifted her right arm and grasped the braid of the pandaren's beard, using it like a leash to drag his face to her level. Xin was waiting for this moment, and when their mouths met he wasted no time in pushing his tongue past her lips.

She expected the kiss to be awkward, given the anatomical difference, but it was anything but. It was sloppy, warm, and passionate. The orc wrapped her arms around the bear's thick neck, and pushed herself deeper into the kiss. He meanwhile wasted no time in wrapping his large arms around her. One palm landed on her back so that he could push her closer to him, while the other slithered its way under the red coat and into her pants.

They broke the kiss, both of them breathless, but while Shago wanted to resume the make-out right away, Xin instead pressed his lips to her cheek, her ear, her neck and with soft kisses made his way down and down. The orc loved this gentle caressing,and the tickling touch of his cold snout on her skin. As it was not something she was used to from most men she bedded, but she also hoped the bear would not just be gentle with her. The path of kisses down her skin eventually came to a halt, as her leather vest got in the way of the pandaren's lips.

In tandem they began to undress her. Xin undid the lacing on her leather vest. Shago moved her arms back and let the red coat slither down her back and onto the marble floor. Knowing a better source of warmth would replace it soon anyway. All the while the bear never removed his mouth from the base of that pretty green neck.

In no time at all the vest fell down and the pandaren hungrily threw himself at her breasts. His hands that were now free from untying the lacing, took hold of both and that thick tongue went wild. The bear kissed her ample bosom while his thumbs toyed with her nipples, before he moved to suckle on them. He switched between the two nipples, suckling at each of them a few times while his fingers found the belt that fastened her pants.

This caressing made Shago moan and comb her fingers through Xin's black, yet greying fur. All the more so when the pandaren plunged his snout between her breasts, tickling her with his cold snouth.

"Hmm... You look like you are having fun... I think I should return the favour." The she-orc said in a sultry voice, and licked her lips right after. The bear would surely know what she was after. Not to mention that her imagination was already going wild, trying to guess how the pandaren's manhood would look, and taste like.

And indeed, Xin seemed to get the message, as he looked up at her with his honey eyes and pulled his muzzle from her bosom.

"Oh, that is tempting... Tempting indeed, but what kind of man would I be if I didn't let ladies go first? Besides, you still seem awfully overdressed to me..." With that he began to pull her pants down.

"Really now? It seemed to me that just a moment ago you were worried I would catch a cold. How will I stay warm if you strip me down?" She said as if talking to a toy.

The pandaren did not reply, instead he let a plume of warm breath escape from his mouth and wash over the female orc's green, toned belly. "I think my embrace, and a bit of movement can warm you up just right." And as finished saying that, he threw away the brown woollen pants that stood between him and his prize.

Since Shago always took good care of herself, even her privates were well maintained. Usually they were clean and soft and well shaven, like she knew most men preferred after elves made it a fashion. But given the austere conditions of her travel, she had to do without that needless luxury, and her loins were covered in a short, soft patch of pubic hair.

In contrast to her green flesh, the pink folds of her pussy stood out, enticing anyone who laid their eyes on them. And right now the old bear would fall under their charm as well. Already he looked at her entrance with primal hunger, and she alike could feel how wet she had gotten in eager anticipation as the thin streams of her liquid trailed down her thighs.

Without saying another word, he slowly pressed his mouth to her pussy and pushed his thick tongue deep inside. The orc began moaning as that surprisingly skillful muscle moved and twitched and probed inside her, pushing at spots few men knew existed, or knew how to reach.

"For an old bear... you seem to know your way around a cunt..." She said in between moans and laboured breathing.

The old bear pulled his tongue out and licked his lips. "Oh this again? I told you, I am not that old... But it seems that I will have to prove it..."

Before she could reach, the pandaren grabbed her right under waist with one arm, making her yelp in surprise, threw her over his shoulder and carried her over to the stone table. With his free arm he swatted away all of the metal pots, knives and sacks of food off the stone surface, making the metal clank as it hit the marble floor. This freed up a space which he used up right away, by throwing the orcish woman on top of it back-first with little grace.

"Hah, where has the gentle bear gone?" She teased as she bit her lip.

"Oh sorry, in my old age I can be a bit clumsy." Replied the pandaren with sarcasm of his own. As he said that he began to remove her leather boots. In the end she laid on that table in nothing but her jewellery, with the necklace of carved tusks and fangs being the most prominent among them.

She must have been a pretty sight. A young meat for that hungry bear.

If he seemed skilful with his tongue before, now he wanted to prove that he was outright masterful. To make a show of his virility and love-making skill, he knelt down so that his face was right between her legs and then he dived right in with unrelenting fervour.

The assault with his mouth was fierce and sloppy. Loud, almost animalistic moans escaped from her throat and the bones on her neck rattled as she wriggled on the stone table.

In the corner of her eye she noticed Magmir laying right where she ordered him to stay. He looked curiously at them, but thankfully he was used to it by now. There were days when the overprotective wolf would intervene during her lovemaking, thinking her grunts and moans were those of pain and not pleasure. Plenty of her lovers ended up with bites before she could calm down the wolf who mistook the mingling of bodies in pleasure for desperate wrestling for life.

Xin's tongue would however not share her attention with anything else, and so the building up tension in her body forced her to find an anchor, to hold onto something, to bite into something, and so without thinking she wrapped her legs around the pandaren's thick neck, while her fingers grabbed at his head, his ears and his hair, messing up the low knot in the process and threatening to rip out patches of his fur. Such was the force of the pleasure he gave her loins.

Even to her own surprise it didn't take long before she threw her head back as her climax shook her body. Shago grit her teeth and growled as she tried to not scream too loud as she rode out her pleasure.

The pandaren left her completely breathless, and in the aftermath of the oral stimulation, she was so bereft of her senses that only barely did she notice that the bear abandoned his position between her legs. Only when she heard steps behind her, did she cock her head back to see Xin standing behind her, removing his sleeveless shirt, and with a self-satisfied grin spread across his fuzzy, and now soaked face.

"Well... that was... uf... something." She got out herself, still struggling to catch her breath.

The half-naked bear did not reply, instead he untied the rope holding up his trousers and exposed his manhood to the chill night air.

"And this is quite something else." Shago continued.

Her eyes grew wide as she saw that thing before her. Even judging by the bulge he sported before, she assumed he was sizable, but not this much. The white-furred orbes hung heavily under the thick, meaty shaft that was fuzzy at the root but turned pink as the length reached the head, which was slick with pre-cum.

He proceeded to grab his shaft and close the distance between its head and her face. Shago opened her mouth, expecting that it was finally her time to show her skills, but instead of her welcoming mouth, the bear's dick pressed against her chin, and the slippery head was then dragged down her cheek, along her nose and over her eye socket. She couldn't help but smile at this silly but erotic act. The musky cock spread the warm juices over her face as it was dragged up and down. Xin mixes up the motions with the occasional slap of his meat over her face, as if trying to subvert his gentlemanly impression even further.

It was fun, but she wanted to move on, so she swang herself into a sitting position.

"Alright, that was enough teasing from you old man..."

By the time she slid down from the table and fell to her knees on the cold, weathered marble, the bear already kicked his trousers to the side, leaving both of them naked as the day they were born.

While she was done with being teased by the pandaren, she still wanted to have a bit of fun of her own, and no doubt Xin wouldn't mind when instead of going straight for the head, she nuzzled her face under his shaft, and delivered her own round of kissed at the root of his dick. Orcs had quite a good sense of smell, and so the manly, exotic, almost feral scent made the bear's crotch into her own piece of paradise.

The shaft twitched as she licked it from below, dragging her tongue up and down, as the pandaren did to her face with this very cock. It was hard and stiff and long and thick and it looked as if it was about to burst with excitement at any moment. She barely registered the heavy and laboured moans from above, and so it was a shock when the two black paws took the hold of her head, grabbed her hair by the braids and pulled her up, so that she would be faced with the excited muscle.

However, what the pandaren did next to her was a ruthless and rough thing. She was taken by surprise when the head of his dick rammed itself into her lips so fast that by pure reflex she grit her teeth in self-defence, but not even that could stop him. When just a second later, she relaxed her mouth, wanting to let him in, he used the opportunity to wedge himself in on his own terms, forcing her jaws to open wide in the process.

She gagged, and by instinct she pressed her arms at his legs, trying to push him away with as much force as she could muster in that brief moment. But he stood like a mountain of black fur and muscle and gave no ground. Instead, he pushed himself deeper and deeper, until his heavy sack rested on her chin and the two petite tusks that she always kept sharp now flanked his shaft at the root.

The orc shaman had to suppress her instinct to fight, to not call upon the elements, in fear of harming the pandaren by accident. And it was a hard thing to concentrate on, as the large slab of meat that was now hilted so deep inside her, that she was almost afraid the old bear was trying to tear her throat apart.

She could barely breathe, and every time she tried to take in air, Xin responded by pressing himself even further inside. One would expect that he would pull out and then push himself back in, that he would fuck her mouth with all this fury he had, but instead he let the muscles in her struggling neck and maw do all the work for him.

The pandaren decided to make her choke on his cock, but she knew that what really held her down were not his large hands, but her own lust and desire, as it did so many times before.

It was hard to tell if the struggling lasted moments or hours, but eventually the old bear started breathing hard, then panting, and then growling as he poured his seed down the breathless green neck.

Suddenly he pulled out, and at long last, Shago could once again breathe the desert air. Xin let go of her hair and so, like a ragdoll, she stumbled and her back landed on the side of the marble table. She sat there in a tired position, as if she had just run several miles and needed a rest to catch her breath. Her eyes roamed around the place, everything around her seemed just like blots of colour, everything except the large black and white shape right ahead of her.

She could see that the bear let go of her so that he could use his freed hands to furiously tug at his shaft, forcing a few more ropes of thick white mess out of it.

Shago held her mouth-half open, trying to catch all she could, but most of the warm, white rain fell onto her forehead, eyes and nose, some of it she could even feel in her hair and some more dripped down her chin onto her breasts. It was more than likely that rather than aiming for her mouth like most men would, the bear wanted to mark her, paint her face with his virility. But eventually his moaning winded down as his dick started to run dry.

The shaman licked her lips, getting more of that salty goodness on her taste buds, since most of what the pandaren deposited into her went directly down her throat, leaving her no time to savour the flavour.

She was still out of breath, but she needed to speak her mind about the act the old bear just pulled. Her gaze moved up from his cock and traced across his belly, his pectoral muscles, the rope of his beard and the smug grin, until their eyes finally met. In his expression was self-satisfaction, and no care or worry if he had hurt her in his rough advance upon her face.

"You will... have to... do that to me.... again~"

As difficult as it was to handle that treatment from the large man, it was the kind of thrill that she always hoped for when taking a lover. Something special that would make her beg for more.

Hearing this reassurance, the pandaren's smile became even more smug.

"And here I was afraid you wouldn't like it..."

Usually she was the dominant one in the bed, taking what she wanted, whenever and however she wanted, but there was nothing that made her melt with desire as a strong man who wanted to put her in her place and could actually do it. Some have tried, and if they couldn't press her buttons, she would make sure to rough them up. After all, she was not afraid of being the one wearing the pants in the sack.

Proverbially of course.

The thick black fingers took a hold of her chin, the soft pads of his thumb and index finger pushed into her cheeks. "You look like a precious treasure... A skin carved of pure jade, eyes like rubies, ivory tusks..." Xin moved his hand to start toying with the golden ring in her nose "Inlaid gold and..." One finger he soaked in his own cum and spread it down to her mouth and onto her tongue as she started to lick his finger clean like a good girl. "...and pearls on top of that."

She could feel her cheeks blush in response to the flowery language of the pandaren's flirtation. It was not the most poetic thing she ever heard, in fact it sounded quite silly, but the baritone of his voice, the gentle touch and the sight of that shaft that still hung above her made her melt.

"I hope that was not all you had in you, else I will make use of that tongue for the rest of the night. Then you can muffle your compliments into my holes until the sun rises." Though, she doubted if that even would be a punishment for the bear. She got up and laid her back on the stone table once more. Her toned legs were spread open, and her loins were aching with need.

A loud sound of flesh, followed by a hiss from Shago penetrated the quiet of the night, as Xin slapped her revealed rump fast and hard without any warning.

"Oh don't you worry sweetheart, and try to keep up with me."

The pandaren grabbed her legs and threw them over his shoulder, while his hands took hold of her waist. Without wasting any more time, he closed the gap between them and using only his hips he positioned the tip of his shaft right at her entrance.

The first she felt was the warm fleshy tip pressing into her cunt. Then the shaft vedged itself inside, replacing the warmth with burning pleasure.

Given that orc males were in general not lacking when it came to size of their tools, orc women were quite accommodating to larger men by nature. Rather than, say, humans, elves or dwarves. And yet despite that she felt the grith of the bear's rod testing even her limits as it pressed inside in its quest to reach her womb.

"Oh yeah! That's more like it!" She purred through her grit teeth to encourage the furred man, while she busied her own restless hands by toying with her breasts.

Xin didn't need much encouragement given that as soon as he hilted himself, a feat that he considered impressive from the orc's body, he pulled back, and thrusted in again. And again and again, picking up speed and force.

In response to this assault, Shago clenched involuntarily, making the fucking far more intense for both of them.

The pandaren slowed down his thrusting and let her legs slip down from his shoulders before he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as best as his size would allow and placed her hands on his shoulders for leverage as he proceeded to impale her on his cock by raising her up and down.

Their gaze met once more, and Xin moved down to kiss her again, not minding his own semen that still dripped down her cheeks. Something which Shago noted with interest. So lost in the passionate kiss she was, enthralled with the tongue that still tasted like her, that she barely felt the movement of legs beneath her.

Only when he pulled out entirely and let her stand up again did she realise he moved them to his sleeping area. It was filled with pillows, carpets and blankets which would make it a welcome change from the cold, hard marble slab they used as a bed thus far.

"On all fours girl." He said in a commanding voice, and as Shago turned around to indulge his request, he delivered another teasing slap to her asscheek.

"I am gonna remember that, old bear..." She said, but by that time she was already on the ground, and her ass, which now sported a red spot where the bear hit it, was now wiggling in the air invitingly.

"I'll make sure you do." Xin whispered in her ear. He was already on his knees behind her, ready to mount her as a wolf mounts a bitch in heat.

The desperate void in her belly was soon filled once more, and as the bear began moving his hips with powerful thrusts, Shago pushed back, making her ass meet his lap halfway. The slapping of muscles was muffled by his fur, which was by now glistening with sweat, but the wet sounds of his dick pistoning in and out of her were loud enough of themselves. But not as loud as their grunting and moaning that increased in volume the more carelessly sloppy they got.

"Oh yeah, don't stop~" She purred.

While the pandaren had to be drenched by now, she herself could feel cold tears dripping down her green, or as the bear put it "jade" flesh. It made her wonder if he gives his wife the same work-out in bed as he does to her.

Remembering Xin's adultery was like a sharp pang of guilt that needed to be quickly mended, and so before the shame of stealing a man from his family could set it's claws into her souls, she tried to direct her thoughts towards a different topic.

And yet, Shago could feel the wetness that poured between her thighs. It was not sweat, and it definitely was not discouraged by any hint of guilt.

"Do all pandaren fuck half as good as you?" Was what she said in the end, to snap herself out of the vortex of uncomfortable feelings.

"Oh, I wouldn't know about that, ... my little She-Wolf. No woman I ever bent... over... has ever complained, and I never bent over... for any of our boys, ... if that is what you are asking... " He replied between breaths. "But what about... you. Are all orcish women as... feisty and... tight... as you?"

"Maybe even tighter, old bear~ I have been- Argh!" She yelped as the dick inside her hilted itself particularly deep, and particularly sharp. No doubt a cheeky response from the old bear himself to once again being called old. "I have been stretched out plenty, but you are still testing my limits..." Surely the bear's ego would be pleased at such a comment. And it was not entirely untrue either.

The pandaren might have very well had the girthiest cock she ever took, but definitely not the longest. To be honest, she still couldn't believe she managed to take that troll all the way to his ballsack.

"So..."

"So?" Xin repeated.

"When you say you never bent over for any of your boys... does that mean you DID bend over for other boys?"

The bear groaned in annoyance and probably even rolled his eyes, and slowly moved his arms from her hips up. With the left arm he reached for her breast and toyed with her nipple, and with the other he grabbed her shoulder for stronger leverage.

"No. I never fucked any man." He finally replied.

"Well, you didn't seem to mind your own cum when we kissed. So obviously I tho- GLK!"

Suddenly a thick black finger entered her mouth as the pandaren reached with his right hand for her face. Shago lost all desire to continue talking as the dominant gesture took her by surprise and preoccupied her with tending to the index finger with her tongue and lips, while the bear's thumb pressed behind her ear, and his other two fingers took hold of her neck.

For a moment she was afraid of biting the bear as he picked up speed and pounded into her with abandon. It was always a pleasure to see, and especially experience how motivated men can become when their masculinity and bravado gets questioned.

A part of her was still not entirely comfortable with taking another woman's man, but she needed to put those feelings aside, to rationalise the situation, to wash away their guilt.

Maybe his wife was some withered shrew and he was happy to get away from her, or the orc herself was just too irresistible for an old man who probably had to make do with his hand for a few weeks now, on his in the middle of nowhere.

Her bone necklace clanged in the wind as the thrust became more urgent and Shago could feel her own climax approaching again. She could have reached down and played with her clitoris to speed things up, but she was patient and she wanted to give the honour of her making her climax to the pandaren, who was no doubt at the edge as well.

And indeed a few seconds later Xin growled and fury and need, sprayed his load inside her.

"Oh fuuuck..." he moaned. And she would do much the same had his finger not been muffling her.

One jet after another filled her womb, until there was no space left. Shago reached her own pleasurable end as well, and her own juices and moans mixed with his.

The thrust became more and more shallow as the bear became overwhelmed with his own sensitivity, until he just hilted himself completely, and stopped. There was little room inside her now, and the excess cum started dripping out of her cunt in heavy, pearly ropes that soaked into the carpets and blankets underneath them.

Xin eventually pulled out his softening shaft, leaving behind a stretched hole, and a stream of semen that was free to flow out. He allowed himself a moment of pride before he collapsed to the side and fell down on the small hill of pillows, and the gorgeous orcish woman followed soon enough.

Her breathing was heavy and it took her a moment to wind down. Looking over herself, and the spot they just made love at, she could see the mighty mess they made, but those were not her carpets, and therefore not her problems. She over herself and enjoyed the sight of the mess. The droplets of sweat running down her crevices like morning dew, the locks of black hair that were dishevelled and tangled, she even noted that one of her large braids became undone, and of course her pussy, which was red from the abuse and overflowing with the adulterous bear's cum.

A large paw landed on her thigh, stealing her attention.

Shago looked over at the bear beside her, who was just as much a ball of mess as she was. How could he even fuck with that permanent winter coat she couldn't understand, but it was definitely something new for her. The top-knot was now completely gone and his hair now mixed into his fur, but the long beard tied into a rope was still in a good condition.

His digits kneaded into her soft flesh They looked at each other for a moment, resting as they admired their handywork and thanked the ancestors for this fortunate encounter. After all, it was always a pleasure to find good company on the path.

"Do you want something to drink before our next go at it?"

Before she could even nod, Xin stood up, with a bit of a struggle, and walked off towards his stash of booze. Then soon returning with full tankards for both of them. The foamy ale flushed down the thirst she didn't even fully realise she had. Not until the alcohol flowed down her throat, mixing with other tastes on the way.

Unlike her, the old bear emptied his tankard in one go, before throwing it to the side, where it clanged as the wood and metal landed on cold stone and disappeared into the darkness.

He sat down again, into a much more comfortable position than he had originally fallen to, and with a pat of his lap he motioned her closer. As if she was a dog she thought. But obeyed anyway.

The moment she started moving again her legs felt wobbly and weak, and the more she moved the more things seeped out of her, dripping down onto the carpet. But no matter, it wasn't her carpet that would need cleaning. Her vision started to get a tad bit blurry and she got the creeping feeling that all the alcohol she drank during the night had slowly stacked up to the point where her senses and good reason started to slip.

It felt rather good however.

It always felt good to shed some of your inhibitions. Both moral and rational.

The pandaren visibly enjoyed how the she-orc crawled on top of him, at least if his smug, self-satisfied grin he sported as she sat in his crotch, with his soft and slimy cock resting just behind her. The rest of the smooth, sweet and refreshing beer poured down her neck in a few big gulps before she threw the tankard aside much like he did, bent over to lay on his chest as if it was a pillow, and snuggled into his fur. He clearly didn't know what to do with his hands seeing as he soon busied himself by reaching for her butt and taking a good feel of it.

"You seem a bit exhausted, my little She-wolf... Has this old bear really tired you out?"

She smiled at him and raised her head, folding her arms under her chin for comfort, as she looked him into his honeyed eyes.

"You'd wish that wouldn't you! Not by a longshot."

"Are you sure? Because the night is still young, and I have more to give you."

Shago's eyes grew wide as he said that. Her cheeks were spread apart by those muscled arms, while an uncomfortably sharp claw pinched at her rear, before the bear pushed the small tip of it inside her.

She knew what he wanted, and she wasn't sure if she had the strength to deny him.

Normally her rear end was out of question whenever she made love, and the moments she did allow someone in were rare as the moment Sun is eclipsed by one of the moons. But now, whether it was the lust she failed to control, or the alcohol that she was careless with didn't matter.

Right now, she was seriously considering letting that old, greying, unfaithful bear shove his thick shaft into her ass. Despite the fact that even her cunt was barely enough for it.

Xin moved his free arm to his face, licked his lips and ran his fingers around his chin and down to his beard. "Come sit here, darling~"

And he didn't have to ask twice.

Her legs didn't feel wobbly all of a sudden, as she made herself comfortable on top of the bear's face. Warm breath washed over her taint, and soon a slick warm muscle was licking her ass.

When he finally pushed inside she grasped for breath. It was a long time since she felt this and for a moment she had to get used to it. But she warmed up to it quickly enough.

A loud, stinging slap to her buttcheek brought her back to reality.

"Hop on, my jade treasure..." he said in that deep voice of his that made her melt like no fire elemental ever could.

His dick was still pretty soaked from their copious juices. So she told herself that it would have to do and so stood over his crotch. The smug bastard smiled at her, revelling in the fact he made her try impale herself on his cock without any help from him. Taking hold of the slick shaft, she aimed the head up and squatted down on it, until the tip of his head pressed against her backdoor.

Shago was pretty intoxicated at this point, which usually meant she became cocky, overconfident and moody. But a tiny voice in the back of her head tried to scare her away from trying this. It was something she almost never did, and this Pandaren was big enough to satisfy a tauren.

But at this point the desire to do this grew from simple adventurousness during mating, to trying to prove to herself and to him that she was worth the admiration, the affection, the time and effort. That she was a better orc, a better lover, a better woman.

It hurt at first. It hurt and burned like felfire.

Still she pushed it in, sinking down and down, inch by inch taking moments to rest and breathe. Slow and steady wins the race after all. Better to wear out than to rust out, right? The early green bird gets the giant bear cock shoved up its ass because it doesn't know when to stop! Why was she so stupid! That thing was probably gonna displace her guts if her feeling of fullness was anything to go by. But she couldn't chicken out now! She had her pride to think of! Even in bed...

But just as she was losing her mind over the pain and her own mental turmoil, she suddenly felt something warm between her legs and under her butt.

"I knew a big girl like you could take it~" mused Xin.

And take it she did. The pain was still there, but it started to grow dull as her body got used to the alien slab of meat which was now shoved up her colon. A moment of pride washed over her, and the naugthy compliments from the old bear were really turning her on. His gentlemanly demeanour was now all but gone, and the more debauched they got, Shago was just as eager to throw the remnants of decorum aside.

"Does your wife let you fuck her in the ass? Or do you have to run away to look for some willing sluts here?" As she said that she grinded into his lap, squeezing his cock inside her. It hurt, but it made him hiss.

There was a fleeting moment in his eyes that showed a bit of a shock, that he did not expect a comment like this. But just one blink and the moment was gone.

"Oh she lets me do quite a lot. But I am a farmer, and I sow my seed freely and plough my fields well." With his reply came a fast upward thrust of his hips that jabbed deep inside her.

Shago growled at him and the wind howled as grabbed the braid of his beard as if it was a leash and pulled on it, making Xin raise his head and grit his teeth, wiping that self-satisfied grin from his face. But to his surprise she slowly raised herself up, until only the head was still inside her, before sinking back down, and up again, and down.

The pandaren breathed heavily through his nose as he started to enjoy the tight embrace around his manhood. He expected that he would have to do all the work again, not that he would mind of course, but it was a nice change of pace, to be ridden.

The shaman herself was not having such a good time, at least at the start, it took quite a lot of perseverance to get used to having that thing in such a place. And of course she had to stop her panicked body from clenching too hard. But slowly it got easier and easier, until the pain faded slowly away, and was replaced by something quite pleasurable.

"Plough my field well..." She repeated. "And when did you decide that I was going to be one of your fields, pandaren?"

"The moment I saw you in the light of fire, I knew I had to have you." He said, and received a snarky chuckle from the she-orc in response. "Do not act so high and mighty, I saw it in your eyes. That you only needed a push."

Shago wanted to slap him, or punch him, or kick him, anything. But instead she sped up her motions while she held onto that beard for dear life. And soon enough, no doubt to the old bear's satisfaction, she heard his breathing grow more laboured, and his meat inside her more stiff.

They both moaned as the warm seed spilled inside her once more.

The morning of the next day was as ordinary as one could expect.

Xin was still snoring loudly long after she crawled out from under their shared blankets. Hopefully he wouldn't mind that she helped herself to his supplies and made breakfast for herself. Though, to be honest, the serving she made for herself was not as modest as she was used to, but then again, he had a lot to spare.

In a stroke of luck, she also managed to scavenge an old mirror that was tied to that big cow of his. It was definitely a better tool for the upkeep of her morning rituals than a murky pond. And so like every day she re-applied her red warpaint, first to her chest and arms, and then to her face.

As she drew the red stripes that lined her cheeks, something wet and cold touched her shoulders. She shuddered a bit. More so from the cold snout that tickled her neck than from any surprise.

"If you ruin my paint I'll shove this mirror up your ass. In shards if I have to." She said sternly, but couldn't help but smile just a bit.

"Grumpy today, are we?" Said the old bear as he moved up to plant a kiss on her hair. "Not even a good morning?"

"I had assumed that what we did at the break of dawn would count as a 'Good Morning' gesture."

Xin smiled and turned around to look for something to eat himself. "So, are you heading north like you said? I sure could use a company on my journey to Dire Maul..."

"I'm sure you would like to have me warm your bed every night, but I have my duties to attend to." Shago said just as she completed the last few lines of her warpaint, and as she turned around to get up and pack her thing, she saw that the pandaren was spread on his carpets, stroking his cock and looking right into her red eyes.

She was already a bit late, so another minor delay would hardly matter.

Though, it did annoy her that she would have to apply the warpaint all over again.