Long Way From Home
_This is a step toward unification with the lovey-dovey with the more raunchy. I'm pretty pleased with the flow. You know, it's an curious world we live in where 'just gay tauren sex' is considered somewhat vanilla on Yiffstar, but this story has no huge warning tags.
Please enjoy. Criticism is always appreciated._
Long Way From Home
Even indoors, one could always tell when the sun set over Silvermoon City. Unlike the quiet tranquility of the tauren capital Thunder Bluff, the city of blood elves blossomed the moment the sky grew dim. Lights of all sorts of unearthly colors flickered on down streets and walkways, and the sounds of music and drunken laughter came from every building. Each night was alive in a way the Bluffs could only match during seasonal festivals. Such was the world in which Ambershanks and Samhuinn Runetotem, newly wed only two nights earlier, found themselves spending their honeymoon.
Ambershanks adjusted to the wilderness of the Silvermoon nightlife quicker than did his sheepish mate. Using his natural charisma, Ambershanks managed to use the new ring around his finger to coerce countless rounds of drinks bought on his behalf from other bar patrons. The bull had little taste for sweet wine and drank little, but it filled his mate and him with great pride to have blood elves hoisting drinks in their honor, even if half of them had been so drunk they presumed Samhuinn a female of his race. For a few brief moments throughout the night, all eyes in the various bars were upon this newly wedded couple, praising them. Ambershanks drank in the attention; Samhuinn shied from it. Yet there had been so much music and such interesting looking dances that even meek rainblesser Samhuinn found himself hauled out onto the dance floor a few times, praying inwardly that the flushed pinkness under his cheekfur wasn't apparent in the club's flashing lights.
Beyond dancing and drinking, the two taurens sampled all sorts of bizarre foods, met interesting people, and witnessed all kinds of magical tricks and events. Two mages were conducting a fireworks display in the town center, which Samhuinn watched with fascination. The three belly-dancing female blood elves in one of the smokier bars caught Ambershanks's eye, such that the smaller male had to drag his mate away before his tongue hit the floor. There were a great deal of sights and sounds and smells, and though Samhuinn had a knack for being skittish in times such as these, he had never felt safer than those moments when his arms were entwined with his lover's.
Mere hours before sunrise, the two bulls found themselves in one of Silvermoon's most expensive suites. It had taken an awful lot of begging on Ambershanks's part to convince his uncle to fund such an expensive room, but his insistence had won out in the end. The room was gorgeous. Purple and pink splattered across the carpets and the walls of the sanctum. The tables were of polished wood, with vases of flowers and wine glasses and books and other colorful decor neatly arranged on their tops. Beautiful golden symbols glowed from the ground, bathing the area in a soft, inviting illumination accentuated by candles jutting from golden holsters. Framed pictures of fruits and the backs of elven women and other such depictions bathed the walls of the cozy hovel.
For the two tauren, who had mostly spent their nights curled up on scratchy haybeds or thin cloth sheets, the bed was the most enticing feature of all. Elevated three feet off the ground, the wide berth was dolled up with luscious deep red sheets, tinged with gold upon the edges of the pillows. Thin lines of pink silk draped down from the ceiling, enclosing the bed off from the rest of the room. Even from a distance, the covers hinted at unparalleled softness.
In all their years spent atop the tauren's Thunder Bluff, neither had ever seen sleeping arrangements so inviting. The night had grown chilly, yet the room was of perfect warmth; the innkeeper had assured them that their room would be a little cooler than those of other visitors, lest their fur cause them discomfort. The ability to control the temperature of each individual room was a peculiar concept to Ambershanks and had initially given him some discomfort, yet upon his first step into the dimly let chamber, his fears were washed away.
"By the gods," the tan bull muttered. His blue eyes skirted across the room, leaping from object to unfamiliar object. Distractedly, he slipped out of his robes, revealing a toned and lean body, marred by thick skin-colored scars that slashed down his midsection and part of his left thigh and arm. "I can scarcely put words to most of these colors. Look, Samhuinn." Ambershanks reached over and plucked an amaranthine ceramic egg from the nearest table, squinting down at it in the light. "What in the world is this? Is this supposed to be for decoration? I'm a jewelcrafter and I can't figure the thing out."
Samhuinn trailed behind his mate, clutching between his arms a small pink sunstrider plushie that Ambershanks had won from him in a game of chance earlier in the night. He gently set this down upon the nearest chair, smiling softly at it. Bits of black hair tumbled into his green eyes, which he wiped back as he lifted his head. He kicked the door behind him shut before also slipping out of his shirt, exposing his chest of burgundy fur. "... It looks... b-beautiful," he responded after a long moment, glancing from the object in Ambershanks's hand to his mate's eyes. "L-like an egg from... some sort of treasure, o-or a bird made of gem."
"I suppose. You always were better at appreciating things like this." Ambershanks set the egg back upon the table. Turning his back on his mate, he looked around the room once more. His thumbs tucked into his loincloth as he nestled it down his legs and stepped out of them. His tan tail swished back and forth in front of his bare rear, taunting Samhuinn, who looked on with more interest in his mate's body than the decor of the room. He had seen Ambershanks nude a thousand times before, and yet it was different now, since they had shared blood and exchanged their oaths of mateship. Ambershanks seemed only natural when shed of his clothing; he was casual now, relaxed. Samhuinn felt a stirring in his pants as he watched the muscular druid step slowly into the room. Acting on instinctive embarrassment, he made attempts to hide his quickening, but not before the taller bull glanced over his shoulder. The mischievous grin that sprouted on his face only made Samhuinn's predicament worse.
Moving with slow, deliberate movements, Ambershanks strode over to the foot of the bed. His fingers locked as he stretched his body taut, arms over his head, nearly touching the ceiling. He gripped part of the silk surrounding the bed and yanked it aside. He eased himself onto the sheets, finally rolling over to reveal himself to his mate. His head fell back onto the red pillows, hands raising to meet it upon the pillow, surrendering to the softness of the elven bed. His thighs parted slightly, revealing the half-erection of his bullhood sprouting from its tan sheath. He lifted his head up slightly, offering Samhuinn a tantalizing look, beckoning the other male to join him.
Disregarding his usual collective nature in the face of excitement, Samhuinn hurried out of his clothes and tossed them aside. His face was faintly pink beneath his cheekfur, flushed over his clear arousal. His erection bobbled in the air as he crossed the room to his mate. Instinctively, he slid right on top of Ambershanks, nestling his fingers behind the bull's back in a firm embrace. He tilted his head slightly, regarding the other male's smiling face with a curious fascination, before he descended, sneaking in for what he had intended to be a peck. As their lips touched, a low hum emanated from the younger tauren's chest as he sunk into the warmth of his lover's body. Samhuinn's scrotum sagged onto the other bull's as his penis pressed itself into Ambershanks's, goading the tan bull to rise to meet his own. It didn't take long.
"Mrrr... I think I'm liking this honeymoon already," Ambershanks purred, his fingers digging into Samhuinn's black mane. His light horns pressed along his mate's darker ones as the feral raised his head again, their tongues exchanging. He liked the feeling of humping his malehood into his mate's own nearly as much as he enjoyed being inside him, he decided. Sandwiched between the red bull and the soft satin sheets, he felt the excitement churning low in his body. Instinctively, his hands traced down the small of Samhuinn's back, cupping around the tauren's buttocks. As he massaged his mate's rear, he felt Samhuinn stiffen further, breathing in sharply through his teeth only to let it out in desperate sighs. The younger male was visibly as aroused as he was.
Thin lines of saliva connected them even as Samhuinn withdrew from Ambershanks's mouth. Light tinges of redness still crossed his cheeks as he smiled down at his lover. He scooted back inch by inch, his genitals sliding along the larger bull's as he kissed him from his neck down to his belly, shifting his body off of Ambershanks. His knees dug into the satin as he knelt before the reclining bull, bowing his head low. Ambershanks propped himself up on his forearms as he glanced down at Samhuinn, his eyebrows raising with a sort of expectant wonder. The healer shot his mate a brief knowing look.
"... I have been... thinking o-of this a-all night," Samhuinn confided, his soft paws sneaking up Ambershanks's sack to grip at his furry sheath. The older bull stiffened as Samhuinn's thumb rubbed the bull's length between tip and shaft, stroking it gently. The first trace of precum had spurted from the tauren's dick before Samhuinn finally went down on him, massaging it against his cheek before taking it into his mouth. Reflexively, Ambershanks thrust upward into Samhuinn's mouth, sliding his penis along the younger bull's tongue and deeper into him. A long growl escaped his chest as he reeled back into the warmth. Intuitively, Samhuinn reached out for the tauren's balls, which he petted as he serviced the bull, taking him in as deep as he could, suckling, kissing, licking.
Though he had scarcely touched himself, Samhuinn was dribbling freely within minutes, little droplets of precum oozing down his bullhood and onto the smooth satin bed. Craning his neck, Ambershanks caught a brief sight of this while the other male withdrew for breath. Rousing himself from his position, he pulled himself up onto his knees, putting his fingers beneath Samhuinn's chin and lifting his head. The younger bull seemed perplexed, until Ambershanks sneaked in for a long kiss. He liked the way his own musky scent mingled with the taste of his mate's mouth.
"My bull," Ambershanks rumbled, "Don't let me have all the fun." Moving before Samhuinn could even think to protest, he leaned over, grasped the bull's sheath between his fingers, and took his length between his lips. A surprised, almost uncharacteristic grunt escaped Samhuinn's chest as he entered the other tauren, his mouth hanging open as waves of pleasure shot up his body. Ambershanks greedily licked at the tip of Samhuinn's penis, lapping up each bead of pre-ejaculate that emerged.
Boasting his flexible talents, Ambershanks rolled over onto his back with the reddish bull still inside his mouth. His scrotum fell onto Ambershanks's snout, causing the feral to snort into it with amused pleasure. When Samhuinn did not immediately get the hint, Ambershanks stretched his body taut, jerking his hips upward like a bridge and forcing his shaft into the air. His partner quickly understood, pulling his chest down onto his mate's stomach and taking his malehood into his mouth.
As they suckled upon one another, their arms moved to wrap around the other's body, still tenuously retaining balance. Feeling Ambershanks's chest heaving into his upper stomach was almost as pleasurable for Samhuinn as was his tongue. At one point, Ambershanks gripped Samhuinn and rolled them both forcefully over to the other half of the bed, now pinning the smaller bull down against the pillows. "Nnggh," Samhuinn groaned, struggling to find the chance to speak against the feral's sac in his face and length in his mouth. Ambershanks's tongue was licking around the tip of his penis now, swiftly bringing the rainblesser closer to his finish. "S-slow down, slow down, I am... unf... n-not... ready just yet!"
A moment later, Ambershanks withdrew both his mouth and his penis from Samhuinn's contact. He glanced over his shoulder, smiling deviously. He spun himself around on top of Samhuinn, immediately grasping the smaller bull by the shoulders and keeping him pinned against the bed. With a small gasp, Samhuinn felt himself pushed into the bed, peering straight up into Ambershanks's blue eyes. They were full of fire and lust. "Oh?" Ambershanks half-demanded, voice teetering between playful and passionate. "Not ready, you said?" Not giving the healer a chance to respond, he pushed himself backwards, his rear sliding down Samhuinn's tummy and connecting right into his dribbling length. He hoisted his body up and pressed the entrance to his tailhole up against the tauren's cock, snarling with delight as he felt the pinned bull throb into it. Wet with his own spit, Samhuinn's shaft was easy for Ambershanks to glide down. His thighs straddled his mate as he took Samhuinn in straight down to the hilt, grinning as the other male writhed and moaned in pleasure beneath him. "How about now?"
Having already been brought near the brink, Samhuinn's pace was rapid, plowing upward into Ambershanks's tailhole with a raw masculine pleasure. His paws gripped Ambershanks's thighs, pulling him downward. His teeth were grit as he groaned with the effort, watching Ambershanks's naked body with full, guiltless ecstasy. The tan tauren's furry balls brushed along Samhuinn's lower belly as he removed a hand from Samhuinn's arm and began to masturbate himself furiously over his mate's chest.
Samhuinn was first. His eyes squeezed shut as he rammed upward one last time, exploding deep inside his mate. He felt Ambershanks's insides fill with waves of his own moist semen, trickling warmly down his tauren length and leaking from Ambershanks's tailhole. Feeling the bull cum inside him, Ambershanks let out a loud, ecstatic moan, feeling his pace quicken around his malehood. He climaxed with a second groan, humping forward into the air as he straddled the other male. A great spray of white shot forth from his cocktip, splashing all along Samhuinn's chest and up to his throat. Samhuinn writhed in pleasure as a second followed, then a third, until at last the feral bull's orgasm waned into nothingness.
It felt like minutes that Ambershanks remained poised above his mate, one hand upon Samhuinn's shoulder, the other wrapped around his sheath, just breathing. At long last, Ambershanks removed himself from the other druid's penis only to come crashing down beside him, seeming exhausted. He watched in amusement as Samhuinn started to wipe a little of his seed from his chest, making little gross faces and muttering incoherently about 'stains' and 'sticky fur in the morning'. He did not turn away even as Samhuinn snuggled up under the sheets and sunk into the bed, falling back onto the pillow with a wondrous sort of exhaustion. Finally, he glanced at Ambershanks, smiling guiltily up at him.
"... Thank you f-for that," Samhuinn murmured, his smile widening a bit. As a sudden flash of insight hit him, he added, almost quickly, "Ah! Um, a-and for the sunstrider plush, a-and for the room. I h-had a wonderful night."
"I'm glad you had fun," Ambershanks replied. He was still on top of the covers, his nude body sprawled out across the sheets. Samhuinn tried to keep his eyes away, seeming embarassed by the effort; watching his mate blush after what they had just done brought Ambershanks to laughter. "Gods, Samhuinn, you are such a strange bull." That only made Samhuinn more red; goofy in the afterglow, he raised up the sheets to cover up to his nose. "... So... we're married now. You think we can make every night as good as this one?"
Samhuinn snorted his disbelief, but he did not respond immediately. After a long moment, he raised his head, sneaking it out from the covers. His eyes lifted from his covered form up to Ambershanks's blue eyes, watching him silently. He did not have to speak, to give Ambershanks his answer: I can only hope so. Finally, Samhuinn rolled over onto his side. He flipped the switch by the bedpost, and the room went black.