Majestic
Felines and majesty go paw-in-paw. Yet what happens when a love-struck tauren wants something more physical than admiration? Forfeiting his tailhole certainly seems like the best choice until he gets more than he bargained for.
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Felines and majesty go paw-in-paw. Yet what happens when a love-struck tauren wants something more physical than admiration? Forfeiting his tailhole certainly seems like the best choice until he gets more than he bargained for.
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Suel's next opponent marched through the gate with a grin plastered upon his bovine muzzle. "So it's a pup."
Suel snarled. "You're in for a bit of pain if that's what you think."
"With a very pretty tail, I might add," the tauren added as they circled each other, waiting for the starting signal. "One doesn't necessarily have to travel all the way to Northrend to find its caress, apparently."
"Get past my claws first," Suel growled. "Then worry about the tail."
The young tauren chuckled. "You're feisty, just the way I like it."
"Perk your ears at their veiled threats, and if not, gauge their gaze. Sharp enough to cut each other to shreds," the arena master's voice burst through the hushed whispering of the crowd. "Only one will walk upright once this bout is settled. Who will it be?" The worgen thrust his paw towards the tauren, who winked at Suel before lifting his bastard sword into the air.
"Darimas, a youth seeking to bask in the pleasures this arena has to offer?"
"It's more than that," Darimas added. "I don't sell myself short."
"Or Suel, master of...however many forms he wishes to shift into," the worgen added after a brief pause, must to the tauren's mirth.
"If you want to fuck that one, I'll help."
Suel's eyes were drawn to that elegant smirk, to his ornate battlegear of might. Gold and saphirium inlaid breastplate and leggings covered his thin yet muscular body, shaped to match his spindly constitution. He wore no gauntlets nor shin guards to protect his broad hands and thick hooves, and his warm, emerald gaze contrasted with the jagged spikes protruding out of his shoulder pads.
He looked too young to be taken seriously, yet his straight poise and firm grip around the thick handle of his bastard sword suggested a measure of experience.
Or fright. He might be a virgin in disguise, hiding behind a façade of confidence.
"FIGHT AND FUCK!" The worgen roared, starting the duel.
Suel shifted into cat to lunge away from the charge, then sank his claws into the slippery sand of the arena as he skidded to a stop.
"Feline agility is no match for one burdened by plate," Darimas said as he began unfastening his breastplate. The crowd hooted, and Suel crouched in anticipation of a pounce.
He leaped when the tauren's fingers slid under his shoulder pads.
Darimas sidestepped with surprising dexterity, whirled on his feet and swung his sword in a horizontal slash. It missed Suel's ears by a hairsbreadth, and he tucked his tail between his legs when the gust of the blow washed over his fur.
"I'm not undressing for your pleasure," Darimas added between terse sweeps of his sword. Suel evaded them, one by one, and scampered to the side when the tauren swung in a crescent arc.
His sword splashed strands of sand as it hit the ground, yet his punch caught Suel straight in the ribs. He tumbled to a stop, hissing and spitting at his opponent.
The tauren stood on one knee for the extra reach. So that's how his fist caught Suel.
"It really does make me move faster, and hopefully encourages you to lose by being too focused on my good looks."
The breastplate and legguards crashed to the floor with a clang to reveal a lean, well sculpted body. The white splotches molded with taut muscle in the most pleasant of ways, and his groin--
Suel yelped as the hiss of metal rang in his ears. He sidestepped the blow, rushed forward to tackle Darimas' haunches and received a punch in the head instead. He crumbled on the ground, dazed for a fleeting moment during which the tauren dropped his sword, grabbed Suel by his shoulders and planted a kiss on his muzzle.
"Always wanted to kiss a cat."
Suel snarled and lashed out with a front paw, drawing three rakes across his eye. Darimas merely closed it, grabbed his paw with lightning fast reflexes and nuzzled his pads.
"Mmm, softer than everybody said."
What in Elune's name was wrong with this fool? Suel growled, more out of pity as he shifted into bear. His paws widened to the size of tree trunks, and they slammed upon the tauren's back with a satisfying slap. Suel clenched his grip around him...
Then roared when the tauren curled into a ball, pulled his knees to his chest, and thrust his joined hooves into Suel's chest. He staggered, winded from the impact, before he crashed on his side.
The tauren chuckled. "So eager to hug. Yet you never asked me if I approve. To me, it's polite that I hug first, given your striking looks."
Suel's stomach fluttered at the praise, yet the thundering beats of his heart allowed no room for respite. This was combat. This was the arena. And he wanted nothing more than to grab those firm thighs, thrust deep within them, and find out whether the tauren truly was a virgin while he claimed both his ass and a needed victory.
Suel shifted back into cat and sprinted to the other end of the arena with a whistling Darimas hot on his trail, then tapped into his mana to summon strangle thorns from the ground. Marginally worse than entangling roots, and frail enough for the tauren to rip with a mere flick of his limbs.
"I thought there would be roots."
"These are roots," Suel hissed. He allowed a rejuvenation spell to mend his bruises and ease his rasping breath, then shifted into cat to sprint to the other end of the arena. Keep him running. That's what he had to do.
Only, his tongue lolled while the tauren threw romantic remark after romantic remark. Lush fur, spots of the deepest black he had ever seen, a bear more majestic than any, a cat form he would trade his life for a hug.
"I'm a good runner, whereas you are just a cuddly kitten."
Suel shifted into wolvar to call down moonfire upon him. The tauren reflected it back at Suel, a gust of hot air that seared his fur. Even the rejuvenation spell had a hard time in healing his singed coat.
Coughs burst from Suel's throat at the reek of burned fur. He swished his tail to spread it, but Darimas was upon him before he could even blink. Suel shifted into cat, the only form capable of keeping up with his erratic thrusts, hidden punches and well placed kicks. He wound through each of them, scoring several gashes across his shins before lunging back to recover his breath.
"I can stand pain," Darimas growled as he leaped towards Suel to swing in a broad arc. "But I don't want to." He hurled his blade against the wall of the arena. Its harsh clang echoed through the deep silence of the crowd, rang inside Suel's ears and vibrated in his chest.
"You wanted me on my knees," Darimas added, then spread his arms and smiled. "Could have just asked instead of raking my shins raw."
Suel whimpered with the same disbelief as the crowd, and swerved left when the worgen's announcement burst through the cheers. "Darimas forfeits his tailhole to Suel."
"More like offering myself to the most handsome druid I had the pleasure of fighting." He winked, and slipped out of his battlegear until only his loincloth remained, stretched to its limits by his pulsating member. Gasps, praise, and laughter spread through the awestruck crowd. Suel merely blinked and licked his whiskers at the impressive sight. Even the cloth stood erect to form a triangular blanket around the tauren's cock. That's how big he was. That's what Suel would have taken if he lost.
He almost felt disappointed with the outcome, until the tauren waved him forward. "Can't admire such beauty from afar. One needs to touch, to feel, to smell and kiss."
Suel padded closer to the tauren, until one burly hand settled between his ears while the other stroke his neck with quick yet gentle strokes. Suel's purr flared in his throat at the pleasant caress. He rolled on his back, kicking his paws in the air as he basked in the tauren's affection. His fingers rippled through his fur like water, and rubbed him with quick enough strokes to make him whimper and grow in his sheath due to the bliss flooding his senses.
"How can something so soft be so deadly?" Darimas inquired as he fondled one of Suel's hind paws. He jerked it, and a chuckle escaped him before he kissed it. "There. I gave you the greatest honor there is by kissing your feet."
Suel growled as he did the same with his remaining three paws, and swatted his tail across the tauren's muzzle. He giggled, grabbed it between two fingers that ran down along its length until they settled on Suel's sack. His paws stiffened as he mewled.
"Oh? Touched something wrong?"
Suel licked his muzzle and flared his purr, but the tauren grabbed his cock instead, his fingerpads pressing against his barbed shaft.
"Or did you mean this?"
A mellow moan of lust rippled through Suel's tight muzzle as the tauren held his throbbing length between his fingers. His muzzle inched forward, nostrils flaring at it for a moment before his lips curled around Suel and sucked him in.
His back arched, and his paws jerked as a jet of pre burst through his tip and into the slick confines of Darimas' muzzle. He drew back, a wide grin on his face as his tongue raced across his lips. "That taste. I'll have more of it at a later time. For now, you must have me."
Suel rolled onto his belly. His ears perked at the request.
"In any form you'd like. Can't choose beauty over majesty."
Suel shifted into bear without a second thought. He sat on his haunches to present his glistening obsidian baton to Darimas. He whistled at that, and ran a hand across Suel's length. He growled and drew back when his cock lurched, too hard and too fast.
"And here I thought only priests read minds."
Suel chuffed. He slid his claws into the tauren's loincloth, then tore it with a single swipe. His cock burst free from the oppressive cloth, red and long and already dripping with pre. Suel's own cock throbbed, so he wasted no time in pushing Darimas onto his back with a paw, then straddling him and sinking his length in him without a second warning.
His cry dispersed into a drawn-out moan as Suel penetrated his pucker to slide into his tight depths. Each clench from the tauren urged a spurt of pre from Suel. And by Elune's grace, did he clench. By the time Suel dug his whole length into the moaning and giggling Darimas, his tailhole already glistened with bear lubricant.
"Naagh, this is it," Darimas hissed. "Show me the wildness. The raw instinct. The passion of hard mating."
Suel needed no second encouragement. He pulled out of the tauren's taut muscles, his flanks and haunches shivering from the ripples of delight washing through him. Darimas moaned beneath him. His tail slapped Suel's back with soft, encouraging strokes.
Then, he thrust. Not slow, like the first time, but hard and fast. Darimas' balls quivered, and his cock lurched as a whimper burst through his clenched teeth. Suel growled in unison. The tauren's tightness felt wonderful around his rock hard length, so wonderful Suel's muzzle sought the base of Darimas' tail to grip it.
"Ah, ah." The tail swatted Suel's muzzle, hard enough to make him wince. "Naughty. And early. You only pull tail at the end. To flare the climax. Not now. Only shortens the prelude," the tauren spoke between ragged huffs.
Suel grumbled and shoved his haunches against the tauren's rump. His balls slapped against Darimas' with a wet squelch before he retreated from his tight depths, only to return with an even harder stroke.
He had a point, and his tightness already made Suel grunt with the toll of mating. His haunches shivered from the terse, deep strokes through the tauren's pucker. Darimas himself inched closer and closer to his release. His shaft throbbed and bobbed beneath Suel, with nothing to brush against.
Suel shifted his weight onto his left side, then stretched his right paw forward to catch the tauren's flared tip between his pads. Darimas' muzzle contorted at that; his brow furrowed, his lush mane shuddered, his hips buckled. Then, he cried, deep enough to urge Suel to thrust faster.
"This is--I've never actually--nghhh" he moaned, and clutched Suel's paw with a hand. His hips rocked as he began humping Suel's forepaw, with soft strokes in between thrusts and a hard shove when Suel's balls slapped his.
"Harderrr, faster," the tauren growled through his tight jaws. "Unleash the inner beast."
The tauren's words flared Suel's lust. His claws sank into the sand, and his forepaw curled inwards around Darimas' tightness as his thrusts picked up. A pressure built at the base of his shaft, one that took his breath away and made his lips twitch with a feral snarl.
Suel pounded the tauren's ass. Each of his whimpers made his cock throb harder, and his muffled words urged him to thrust faster, harder, until they broke into frail moans of delight. His muscles groped Suel's shaft with renewed vigor as his flared tip swelled and lurched within the confines of Suel's paw. He was drawing close; close enough for Suel to secure the tauren's tail between his jaws, dig balls deep inside him, then yank his tail with a swift motion.
Suel released it as soon as the Tauren's walls collapsed upon his member, harder than anything Suel felt before. He unleashed a shuddering roar, staggered on his paws as overwhelming bliss washed through him, too potent to keep it within. He squeezed his eyes shut, then let go of all that terrible pressure deep inside the tauren.
Darimas squeezed him even tighter after the first spurt left his sensitive tip, trapping all that seed within Suel's thick rod before he loosened again, enough for Suel's cock to lurch and pulsate from the sheer strength of the jets rushing from his tip. Each filled the tauren to the brink. Not even his stretched out muscles could contain it anymore.
Darimas' tailhole burst with a squelch as the excess exploded onto Suel's swaying hindquarters. He huffed, dazed with pleasure as he rocked from side to side. He jerked the forepaw Darimas clutched when his drained muscles protested, but the tauren wasn't done with it. He gripped it tight as he brushed his flared tip against Suel's pads, grunting whenever he loosened a thick strand of seed.
He tapered off between the confines of Suel's toes with a heavy sigh, matching Suel's own rasping breaths.
"That was wilder than I imagined, and the paw..." he shoved his muzzle into Suel's pads, smearing creamy seed all over it. "The paw was one addition I never thought of."
Suel growled in approval before pulling out of Darimas with a faint moan. Rivers of seed surged along his rump when Suel's member left his shuddering insides with a wet plop.
"Bears are more resourceful than I gave them credit for. And you," Darimas said. He shifted around on his fours to look upon Suel with his piercing emerald eyes. "You are what I've been waiting on all along."
Their first mating, and he already spoke in riddles. Suel didn't even try to make sense of it; his limbs shook, and his vision was still hazy with the thrill of mating. He collapsed on his haunches, gripped his shrinking shaft between his paws to nuzzle and lick his over sensitive tip. He liked that tingling sensation, mixed with the heavy scent of seed.
The tauren's member already fled back into his meaty sheath when he approached Suel, a dreamy look upon his face. "Thank you for everything, my beautiful druid. I can only hope our paths will cross again."
He gave Suel a fond lick on his muzzle, bowed once in reverence, and then ran towards the booming crowd, tail swishing proudly above his dripping tailhole.
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