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Rhuna stared in consternation at the innkeeper, as water dripped languidly from his soaked leather armour onto the worn floorboards beneath him, barely forming a puddle before it seeped through the cracks. "Seriously? No rooms available?"

The goblin innkeeper, standing on a high stool in order to see over the counter, stared back with a slight smirk. "That's what the sign said, buddy."

The tauren monk looked around at the spartan surroundings of the inn's small lobby. Aside from two frost-hardy shrubs growing in rounded pots beside the door, there were a group of shabbily upholstered chairs arranged haphazardly against one wall; a low table, upon which stood a chipped terracotta vase containing wilting flowers; and several dog-eared issues of Kirin Tor Monthly upon a sideboard. The floorboards were bare wood, lifting up in several places, admitting a chill breeze from beneath the building.

Rhuna turned back to the goblin. "This place is in the middle of nowhere!" he almost yelled, barely curbing his temper. "Virtually nobody lives here, I've seen no other adventurers in the last two days, and yet you act as if this place is the tourist capital of Northrend?"

"Full up is full up." The goblin shrugged, and made to get down off his stool. "Now be a good boy and go find somewhere else to whine, eh?"

Before the innkeeper could set foot on the floor, he was hoisted bodily into the air by the collar of his padded doublet. "Hey, what's the big idea?" A moment later his face was mashed against that of the tauren's.

"You. Listen. To me." The words left Rhuna's mouth like arrows twanging forth from a hunter's bow. "There are no other inns for two days' ride in any direction," he said, his voice dripping with quiet menace. "I'm cold, wet and hungry, and I have cracked ribs from a Vrykul sword. I've had a long, hard week, and I don't need a smarmy green-skinned con artist giving me lip. You WILL give me a room here. Is. That. Clear?"

The goblin struggled in Rhuna's grasp, aware of the big hands twitching threateningly close to his neck. Suddenly he was thrust away, and he fell with a startled oath onto his stool, which promptly tipped over to deposit him onto the floor. He picked himself up, wincing as a stab of pain came from his lower back, and looked up at the monk.

Rhuna glared back, his gaze chillier than the wind blowing in through the cracks.

"Yes, yes, right away!" the innkeeper babbled, righting his stool and quickly going into the tiny office behind the counter. "You'll, uh, have to share the room."

It took a moment to pick out the oddity in the goblin's statement. "THE room? You mean have only one?"

"As you said, this is the middle of nowhere," the innkeeper explained nervously. "Few people come through, and one room's always been enough."

"Earth Mother preserve me," Rhuna muttered, rubbing at his forehead. "Fine! I don't care! Just show me the room, and let me be." The tauren was usually fairly even-tempered, but the trials of the past few days, coupled with the inclement weather and the goblin's attitude, had pushed him too far.

The goblin scuttled out from behind the vague illusion of safety provided by the counter, and led Rhuna down a short corridor, pointing out the limited facilities as each door was passed. "Privy, bathroom, linen closet. Here's the room." He stood aside to give Rhuna access to the door.

Rhuna hesitated a moment before he turned the handle and pushed the door inward, revealing the room's interior, which was lit by a number of candles in sconces on the walls. Most of the room's space was occupied by a large bed, upon which were rumpled blankets and pillows. A small bunk sat in one corner. Barely big enough to handle someone his size, it was hidden beneath a small pile of backpacks. Rain beat a rapid tattoo upon the dingy window, occasionally accompanied by a flash of lightning and rumble of thunder. "Who else is in here?" he asked, noticing the lack of occupants.

"Two monks," the innkeeper replied, turning to leave. "They'll be back later. Said something about getting supplies."

"Great." Rhuna sighed and rubbed his forehead again. "How much do I owe you for the privilege of staying here?"

"Fifteen go...." The goblin shrank back from the tauren as Rhuna turned and fixed a steely glare upon him. "Five gold?" he offered hopefully.

Rhuna fished around in his sodden pockets, and pulled out a few gold coins. "Keep the change. Now go away before I decide that I was too generous."

The innkeeper bobbed his head in acknowledgement and beat a hasty retreat, the coins clutched tightly in his grubby hand, leaving the monk alone with his thoughts and damp gear. "There'd better be a good bath here," he muttered under his breath.

The linen closet was well-stocked, at least, though the towels on offer were rough and scraggly. Rhuna took two, and headed into the bathroom. Just as austere as the rest of the building, the bathroom had a tauren-sized iron bath set in the middle of the room. Nearby, a platform held a large copper kettle. Beneath the platform was a fire, keeping the water hot. A copper pipe ran from the kettle to a faucet. Another pipe led up to the peaked roof, presumably for cold water. Yet more pipes ran into a small cupboard.

A smile crept across Rhuna's face as he began to strip off. Finally, after nearly a week of being out in the elements with little in the way of comfort, he could be warm!

He arranged his wet gear in the cupboard, which he'd correctly assumed was for the purpose of drying wet items, and turned on the faucets, watching as the water rushed out into the bath with a thunderous roar.

The big tauren was soon luxuriating in the hot water. Steam wreathed ethereally around his head as he soaked up the much-needed warmth. He could feel the stiffness in his joints and muscles, and the dull ache in his right side from the Vrykul encounter ebbing away after just a few minutes.

By the time the water had become tepid, Rhuna was almost asleep. He sighed heavily and pushed himself out of the bath, watching the water level drop dramatically. He towelled himself dry, wincing as the rough fabric rubbed against his side, then inspected his gear. "Still damp, of course," he mused aloud, scratching behind an ear as he pondered his next move. Maybe they'd dry overnight. In the meantime... perhaps some sleep was in order.

After wrapping a towel tightly around himself, Rhuna left the bathroom, pausing for a few seconds when the cold air of the hallway hit him. He shivered, and quickly closed the door behind him before hurrying to his shared room.

Just a few steps took him to the now closed door, through which quiet feminine giggling was issuing. This was open before. The others must have come back, he thought. He put his hand on the handle, took a deep breath, then opened the door.

Two heads, one pandaren, one tauren, turned to look at him, looks of surprise upon their faces. That was all Rhuna saw, because he immediately pulled the door closed and leaned against the wall, mouth agape and heart pounding a bit faster in his chest. He might have focused on their faces, but his peripheral vision had picked up the fact that both females were naked, and had been 'busy' with each other. As far as awkward situations went, this was a doozy.

While he was mulling over leaving the inn and setting up a tent to avoid further embarrassment, the door opened, and the pandaren emerged.

The little red-and-white pandaren looked up at Rhuna with wide eyes for a moment, studying his face briefly before moving her gaze down his large frame, admiring his firm, muscular body, before she took a step back with a friendly smile on her face. "Well, I wasn't expecting another face at this time of night, but welcome! I am Heyo, student of the Way of the Red Crane." She giggled, swaying a little unsteadily on her feet as her large, fluffy tail swished through the air. She gestured to the female tauren on the bed, who was busy staring intently into the bottom of a large, slightly dented mug. In the crook of her left arm she was rocking a small, brown, wooden keg. Heyo smirked, fully aware of how nude she and the tauren both were. "She's Fistsong of Mulgore, a follower of Niuzao's teachings. Brewer of fine drinks, and drinker of fine brews...."

At the mention of her name Fistsong lifted her head, and languidly sat up straighter to regard Rhuna. Eventually she nodded with a soft grunt. When she opened her mouth to speak, Rhuna was certain that he could see a fine haze in the air where her breath passed. "Greetings, traveller. Come, share a drink with us." Moving with slow, deliberate movements, she reached into a pack to pull out a silver tankard, while Heyo giggled again and staggered away from the door, allowing Rhuna to enter the room.

Rhuna hesitated, glancing from one female to the other, before he stepped in. He tried to avoid looking at Fistsong's nether regions, but it was difficult, given that she was lying in a very relaxed fashion, legs spread just enough to show off her femininity.

He sat on the end of the large bed, trying to adjust his towel to allow for the expansion of his gut as he did so. Feeling his face heating up, he cleared his throat awkwardly and directed his words to the floor. "I'm Rhuna. Currently on the path of the Bewildered."

"Rhuna...." Fistsong drawled the word thoughtfully, as if tasting it. "I like it." She filled the tankard from the keg, spilling only a few drops of the dark red-brown liquid, then offered it to Rhuna.

Warily, Rhuna took the tankard and sniffed at its contents. Unlike most ales he'd had, this one had a rather piquant fruity bouquet, with a hint of dark oak. Encouraged by this, he took a careful swig of it, slightly disconcerted by the intent gaze the other two were directing at him.

He swilled the somewhat effervescent liquid around his mouth for a few seconds, taking in the subtle flavours, then swallowed, ready to take another swig. Just as he did so, he became aware of the burning sensation rising up his gullet from his stomach. Caught completely off guard, Rhuna gulped his mouthful down, before he went into a paroxysm of coughing, which wrenched painfully at his ribs.

Heyo quickly moved to take the tankard from Rhuna's shaking hand before it spilled, and put it aside. "Are you all right?" she asked, her cheerful manner replaced with concern.

"I've felt better," Rhuna admitted once he'd managed to get his breath back. He slowly straightened up, wincing as his ribs shifted. "I had a run-in with a few Vrykul. Wasn't quick enough to avoid their hits."

Instantly the pandaren was contrite. "You've not seen a healer?" Her eyes were wide, her lips parted in soft dismay.

"Haven't had a chance," Rhuna admitted, straightening slowly, wincing as he felt a rib grinding. "Field treatment can do only so much, and I hadn't got around to finding time to make a trip to Dalaran."

"Come, stand in front of me," came the deep, yet quite feminine voice of Fistsong. "Lift your arms so I can see." Fistsong put her mug down on the side table carefully, and cracked her knuckles before rubbing her hands together.

"You're a healer?" Rhuna asked skeptically, hesitating before he moved as directed, holding his arms above his head. "Forgive me for questioning, but you look more like a... well, a brawler, I guess. Someone who's more used to inflicting damage than fixing it."

Putting her hands on his hips, Fistsong made Rhuna turn around to face away from her. Her large hands slowly slid up his sides until they were just under his ribs, barely touching him. "All living beings have the ability to heal or harm. And usually, I'm more concerned about preventing other people being hurt in the first place, so that they don't need to be healed." Any trace of drunkenness was gone from Fistong's demeanour, replaced with the cool professionalism of someone who knew what they were doing. "Now, close your eyes and relax. Inhale slowly through your nose... exhale slowly out of your mouth. Just focus on the warmth in the room. Picture a flickering candle in your mind's eye, wavering in the breeze. I want you to picture it settling into a bright, steady flame."

Rhuna grunted softly, nodding once, focusing on the light of the candle in his mind, breathing slowly as he was instructed. He felt a warmth surging into his body, the pain in his side gradually receding as the candle's light slowly changed colour to a minty green, similar to what he saw around himself whenever he focused his chi in combat. As he concentrated on his breathing, he didn't even notice the towel falling down to the floor, or that his maleness was stiffening, until a hot, wet mouth wrapped around the end of it, making him gasp out loud.

"Huuuhhh?" He opened his eyes, losing the mental image of the minty flame, and looked down to see the pandaren bending forwards, stroking his turgid shaft slowly with a soft, fluffy paw, and rubbing the head against her soft lips. Unnoticed in his reverie, his towel had dropped to the floor, leaving him completely exposed. The effects of the strong alcohol and the healing had left Rhuna feeling warm and relaxed, and his member had risen to the occasion, standing proud at eight inches. He slid his hands gently around to the back of Heyo's head and thrust his hips lightly, uttering a soft moan.

Heyo blinked in surprise as her little mouth was suddenly stuffed full with the hard shaft, finding the tip of Rhuna's cock pushing against the back of her throat, threatening to go much deeper. Squeezing the thick girth with her soft paw and wiggling her hot tongue against the underside of the flesh, she hummed softly, vibrating Rhuna's cock and making him moan even louder. She eased herself into a different position, spreading her legs to rub firmly at her crotch.

Fistsong stood up slowly, chuckling deeply, and embraced the male tauren from behind, rubbing his chest and nuzzling softly at the side of his neck. "She has a skilled tongue in that cheeky little mouth of hers... see that it's not wasted." She bit down gently on the bull's neck, smiling as he groaned in pleasure, watching as he gripped the pandaren's head firmly with both large hands, pulling his hips back before pushing back in again. "Mmm, that's it Rhuna. Go nice and deep. Make her throat bulge with your hard staff...."

Feeling her head being restrained, with Rhuna's thick cock entering her tight throat, Heyo whimpered, rolling her eyes up to look at the dominant bull as he started face-fucking her with eager grunts. She didn't protest or struggle, nor did she gag; instead she suckled and swallowed as best as she could, slipping a finger into her vagina with a soft, wet squishy sound that made Rhuna's hard cock jerk deep in her throat.

Behind him, Fistsong smiled, nipping and nibbling at his ears and neck, rubbing his chest more firmly, reaching down slowly to tease his large, heavy balls with soft touches. She whispered softly in his ear, her breath hot and strong with the scent of the liquor she'd been imbibing. "Hear how wet that juicy little cunt is, Rhuna? I'd bet such a small, wet hole would feel nice wrapped tightly around your big shaft." Moaning, lifting her hands to gently turn his head to the side, Fistsong gave Rhuna a deep, passionate kiss filled with lustful hunger, fogging his mind and making his head swim.

Rhuna was dimly aware of the other tauren's words; his concentration was focused mainly on the warm wetness surrounding his cock as he guided it in and out of Heyo's small mouth. He'd had few opportunities to experience such pleasures, and this encounter was by far the most enjoyable. Now and then his member throbbed strongly, spitting a shot of gooey precum into the pandaren's throat. He was close to climax already, and as eager as he was to feed Heyo a pent-up load of semen, Fistsong's comment about the pandaren's sex had him desiring to see how tight she really was.

Regretfully the male tauren withdrew from Heyo's mouth; a thick strand of saliva connected her lips to his shaft for a few moments before it snapped.

Heyo licked her lips and swallowed again, then smiled widely. She grasped the bull's shaft again, giving it a few more teasing strokes, feeling it pulse in her small fingers. "I love it in my muzzle, but I'd love to feel it...." She trailed off and stood up, pushing herself up onto her toes, so she was as close to Rhuna's ear as possible. "... in my hot, slippery...virgin pussy," she finished in a sultry whisper.

Rhuna's legs seemed to sag as Heyo turned and climbed up onto the bed, quite deliberately positioning herself on all fours with her rump facing him. She looked over her shoulder, and reached beneath herself to part her softly furred labia, giving him a glimpse of the pinkness hidden within.

Fistsong pulled away from Rhuna, sliding her large hands down his back, over his buttocks and down his tail to the coarse tuft at the end. "What are you waiting for, Rhuna?" she said in her deep, sensuous drawl. "My cute pandaren friend needs some attention, and she needs a big, strong stud like you to give it to her."

Somewhere in the recesses of his mind Rhuna wondered if the situation was just a figment of his imagination, but as he moved onto the bed behind Heyo, lifting up her long multi-ringed tail to rub the head of his tumescence against her entrance, the reality of it sank in as easily as his shaft sank into the pandaren's untouched sex.

Heyo's mouth opened, letting out a squeaky gasp as the big tauren's cock penetrated her for the first time. She pushed back against him, matching his urgent groan with a higher pitched one of her own as her diminutive quim was stretched.

Fistsong smiled as the bull pushed himself into her friend, and stepped around to the other side of the bed to hoist herself onto it. Some deft manoeuvring put her in front of Heyo, resting against the somewhat flat pillows. She spread her legs, positioning them on either side of her friend, and met Heyo's wide-eyed gaze as she slipped her hand down to dip two fingers into her damp sex, languidly pumping them in and out a few times before raising them to Heyo's lips.

The pandaren's eyes shone as she parted her lips and let Fistsong slip her fingers in. She mmmed softly as she suckled the wiggling fingers, savouring the rich, slightly metallic tang of Fistsong's juices. Her lips slipped up and down the fingers as the tauren behind her stoked her internal fires with his poker.

With the advantage of his height, Rhuna had a reasonably good view of the proceedings before him. He lightly gripped Heyo's rump as he thrust into her, bottoming out with still nearly two inches of his shaft left outside of her. Her pussy was delightfully tight and juiced up, making sticky squelches each time he moved in or out. A ring of white froth marked his deepest thrusts.

Heyo shuffled forward slightly, lowering her front end to nuzzle into Fistsong's crotch. Her pink tongue flicked over the swollen nub of the tauren's clit a few times, then delved into the sopping entrance beneath, panting softly into it as Rhuna pumped his cock into her body.

Fistsong rubbed her thick fingers lightly behind the pandaren's ears, before lightly gripping her temples and pulling her head forward, rubbing Heyo's muzzle into the tauren's muff.

Encouraged by Fistsong's guiding hands, the pandaren licked deeper, wiggling her tongue into the tauren's heated passage. The musky scent filled her nostrils, amplifying the unique taste of Fistsong's nectar. If there was any kind of heaven, then this surely must be close to it - sandwiched between two big tauren, taking one deep inside her body while the other offered her the delights of the female sex. She moaned and panted into Fistsong's quim, eating her out as Rhuna pounded her from behind.

A dreamlike mist seemed to descend over Heyo's mind as her body responded to the taurens' movements, heightening her senses, and the sensations she was experiencing. All too soon she felt her body rise up on a cloud of ecstasy as she climaxed. Her toes clenched, her fingers gripped the bedcovers, and her muzzle pushed forward into Fistsong's pussy as her body tried to stretch.

Rhuna was close to the edge as well, and when the small pandaren entered her orgasmic throes, he joined her in celebrating their union by gripping her hips tightly and thrusting firmly one last time into her soaking snatch, trying to get every inch of his shaft into her as it pulsed strongly, ejecting his thick essence into her depths. A tortured groan escaped his throat as he exploded within her; he draped himself over Heyo's back as his body weakened, his breathing reduced to short pants.

Fistsong smiled, caressing Heyo's ears and twining her thick fingers through the pandaren's hair. "Good girl," she murmured, her words sounding warm and honeyed. She looked up at Rhuna, meeting his gaze as he lifted his head. "She's been needing that," she said, continuing to stroke Heyo's head as the little pandaren nuzzled at the much larger tauren's wet sex.

It took Rhuna a few seconds to recover enough breath to answer. "I think... so did I." He eased himself back and sat on his haunches, pulling Heyo back with him to keep her impaled upon his shaft. He pulled her upright, and slipped his large hands around her body, pulling her back against his chest as he lightly caressed her breasts.

Heyo uttered a happy moan as she was shifted into a new position. She turned her head to rest it against Rhuna's chest, closing her eyes and rubbing her cheek against it.

Fistsong leaned forward and caressed Heyo's belly, which showed the slight bulge of Rhuna's shaft. "Good thing she's not any smaller," she mused with a deep chuckle. Her hand moved higher to caress the panderen's cheek.

"He's so big... but it feel so good," Heyo murred, opening her eyes again to glance at her companion. "You should try it." She wiggled her rump in Rhuna's lap, eliciting a startled gasp from the bull as his cock shifted inside her. Grinning winsomely, Heyo moved a hand down to rub at where Rhuna's shaft entered her diminutive body, stretching her sex to its limits. So tight was the seal, only a light sheen of her nectar covered her fingertips. She lifted her hand and offered it to Fistsong, who parted her lips and suckled the fingers clean.

"Perhaps I will, once he's had time to recover."

Despite the heated tightness of Heyo's sex, Rhuna's cock was soon free of its fleshy confines as it softened and slipped out, releasing the pent up juices within. To Rhuna's surprise, Fistsong moved in to catch the gooey flow it before dribbled onto the bed, getting onto all fours and lapping sensuously at Heyo's pussy, slipping her tongue as deep into the pandaren as she could to scoop out his white seed. Once Heyo was clean, Fistsong pulled the bull's shaft into her mouth, squeezing along its length with her lips to strip the last drops of cum from it.

Feeling sapped of strength, Rhuna sprawled out on the bed, a final shudder of residual pleasure running through him as he lay on his back. Heyo lay beside him, cuddling up to him. Fistsong picked the blankets up off the ground where they'd fallen, and pulled them over the bed, sliding underneath them to sandwich Heyo.

Rhuna gazed into Fistsong's eyes. She returned his look, unblinkingly, and moved a hand to lightly stroke his cheek. "You're very handsome," she murmured in her quiet, deep voice. "And cute in your shyness."

"Thank you, I think," Rhuna responded. "I was... rather caught off my guard when I opened the door and saw you and Heyo naked. And," he continued after a pause, "I'm not used to being in intimate company."

"You did well for someone inexperienced," Fistsong mused with a smile. "My little friend here certainly wasn't complaining about your prowess."

"Mmm, it was wonderful," murmured Heyo, her head partially obscured by the blankets. "I'd love to do it again."

Fistsong offered a sly grin. "Not before I've had my turn first." She shuffled closer to Rhuna, wedging the pandaren a little more firmly between the two larger tauren, and pressed her lips to his. He could taste a little of his seed as she slipped her tongue into his mouth. It was a unique taste; it wasn't particularly unpleasant, though it did have a distinct hint of bleach to it.

"Maybe in the morning," Rhuna promised. "If you wouldn't mind a shy bull tagging along with you, I'm sure I could pay my way." He suddenly gasped in surprise as his sheath was squeezed by Heyo's small hand, and glanced down at her glinting eyes. "I think that's a 'yes' from Heyo."

"Of course. Adventuring is always more pleasurable with good friends, and a big, strong male in the party to help out." Fistsong kissed Rhuna again. "And if he happened to be a good lover, all the better."

Rhuna felt his ears heating in embarrassment. He opened his mouth to say 'Thank you' again, but found himself yawning widely. The rigours of the day, combined with the energy he'd expended in sex, had caught up with him.

"My thoughts exactly," said Fistsong. She pushed back the covers and got up to snuff out the candles illuminating the room, gradually dimming the room into darkness alleviated only by the White Lady's wan light.

"This is nice," Rhuna said as Fistsong slipped into bed again. "Sharing a bed with two lovely ladies, the moonlight lighting the room... feeling warm in bed for the first time in days."

Fistsong chuckled. "Warmth is a good thing up here in the frozen wastes." She lightly rubbed over Heyo's ears, eliciting a pleased sigh from her. "Sex is a very good way to stay warm."

"Definitely." Rhuna yawned again and snuggled closer to his fellow monks. "I'd be up for more, in this weather."

"I'll hold you to that." Fistsong kissed Rhuna once on the lips, then nuzzled Heyo's ear, giving it a lick along the edge. "Sleep well, you two. I'll provide breakfast in the morning."

"Excellent; I'm not that great a cook," Rhuna admitted.

"Then you'll have a treat in store for you in the morning. Goodnight."

Heyo and Rhuna murmured their replies, and the room went quiet, aside from their breathing. Outside the wind still blew, and raindrops battered the windowpanes, but in the bed, it was a small section of sunny Mulgore.

Rhuna's last thought before he succumbed to slumber, was that staying in the inn wasn't such a bad experience after all.