Reunited and Lovers Compete
_Story is written for my husband, and is cannon of our current roleplay.
Chapters are written as they happen, story line between chapters may skip ahead a few months (I only write the interesting bits)_
_I am writing this for the sheer pleasure of writing, and not for profit. I gain nothing other than entertainment.
The Universe of World of Warcraft is copyright to Blizzard and I claim none of it as my own._
Please enjoy my second part of what I hope to be many. This is the first RP that I've done into a story, and I'm truly enjoying it every second of the way. I hope you do as well.
Also, special thanks to my husband for editing!
Sladie.
When Xatira arrived at the crossroads, it was busy considering the post's 'middle-of-nowhere' location. Still, there were a quite a few shops, a large inn, a wind-rider station and of course a ton of guards. Many of the locals stared at the huntress and her big black worg. A few of the kids running around stopped to pet him and ask how she caught him. She explained that she had had to go as far as the home of the undead, and that she hadn't caught him without consequence, showing her scarred arm as proof.
Once the children were finished playing with the rather energetic Drakton, she motioned him to follow her as they checked in at the inn.
"Ah, Xatira, I've been expecting you." The Inn keeper said as he was setting her Hearth Stone to the inn, "You may want to check your mailbox, I believe something came in for you that you may like.
She gave him a slightly confused look "Oh? I'm not expecting mail... unless!"
She did her best not to rush at the mailbox. Was it true? Did he really? She opened it and found a rather large, unadorned parcel. She looked for a name, but it was none that she knew. "Xatrinia Cloressa Rollo" The name was similar to her own, but otherwise she had no idea who this belonged to. A letter was secured to the parcel as she removed it from the mail box.
"You do not know me and you probably never will. Do not ask questions, do not worry about where these came from. My sister no longer has use for them, but take good care none the less.
_By the Light
Xatrinia"_
She was thoroughly confused, but her name was on it, so she opened the package anyway. A pair of red shoulder pads with two large spikes on them, a red breastplate and an ornate gun. As she lifted the red leather armor, her fingers buzzed with contained energy. They were enchanted, but they've been worn before. Enchanted gear is useless when already worn by another. She sighed, upset by this, but decided to try them on anyways. After all, she had an address to send them back if she couldn't wear it.
As she put on the armour, she felt immediately different. The armour molded to her perfectly, despite looking like they were half the size they should have been. The gun posed a problem though. She had been trained in bows for as long as she's been hunting, and had no idea how to hold, let alone fire, a gun.
"A gun trainer can be found in Thunder Bluff, if you know where that is." Someone behind her , another orc hunter, said, his orange tiger lounging lazily nearby, "I know it's a good distance away, but he's very quick, and his lessons are excellent."
Nice as it sounded, she hesitated. Maro was suppose to meet her here, but there was no letter in the box. Perhaps a visit wouldn't be a bad thing, after all, with luck she may meet him there. She thanked the fellow hunter and petted Drak on the side of the neck. It was a short walk to the flight station, so she saw no reason to wait. She went up to the Wind-Rider station digging into her pockets and pulling out a silver coin.
He handed her a few small copper ones in return, "Hold on, don't look them in the eye, don't pull their manes and for the pride of Thrall, watch the tail!"
She got on, nervous and holding on to the beasts ruffed neck. He looked like a cross between a lion, a scorpion and a bat. The trainer smacked the beast hard on the rump, making the wind-rider howl and take off. Xat just closed her eyes and waited for it to be over. It took a fraction of the time making it to Orgrimmar, and she happily jumped off his back.
She made a few trips around the large city, putting her ore and skins in the auction house for a decent amount of cash, and visiting the trainers for a few extra lessons. She then hurried outside the gates and onto the zeppelin platform, waiting for her trip back home to Thunder Bluff.
As she waited, she pulled out the gun, lightly touching it's polished barrel. She had no idea who this Xatrinia was, how she knew her, and where she managed to get such a weapon, but that mattered little right now. She wanted to head home.
It was a long wait for the Zeppelin, and when it arrived she gladly jumped on. Leaning over the railing she looked down with a small grin. Heights had never really bothered her, even when she was young. Drak, on the other hand, was much less impressed with her being that close to the edge, and bit her pants to pull her away. He sent her a rather graphic picture of the female orc falling to her death and splattering all over the ground.
"Ugh, seriously Drakton? That is... wow." She shook her head, getting that image out of it was tough.
He gave a whimper and a bit of a sneeze, as if to say "Hey, just saying."
It was a long trip to Thunder Bluff, but once she could smell the sweet grass of the plains, she grew excited. She could see the sets of bluff, which the city was named after, and the windmills that turned on top of the buildings. As soon as the Zeppelin came to a halt and stepped onto the platform, almost dropping to her knees.
Somehow, he knew she was coming. In his large, three digit hands he held a box of candy, and a red-ribbon present. The large dark Tauren smiled as he saw his lover return, but he barely had time to say hi before being dragged to his back as she threw a huge hug, knocking him to the ground. His laugh was deep and joyful as she clambered off him, standing up and offering her hand to help.
"I'm sorry... I just... " she stammers, face flushed.
"Missed me, I know. Don't worry about it. I guess that that letter was right..." He muttered, thankful she didn't hear what he said, as she was being distracted by the rather large worg giving a grunt at her side.
She'd give a small laugh, gesturing to the wolf "Sorry, I want you to meet my new companion. Drakton, this is Maro."
The Druid looked at the worg, both sending images back and forth in their minds. Maro had an unusual calling for animals, and decided that this communication would come in handy in the future.
"I like him," Maro said, not explaining why, causing a warm blush to fill Xat's cheeks.
He looked at her with a questioning look, but decided not to pry too much, "Do you like your presents?" He asked, noticing both boxes remained sealed.
She had forgotten completely and opened up the large white box, but without tearing the ribbon, as she rather liked it. As she lifted the lid she stopped, mouth open a little. It was a beautiful white and fuchsia hanbok, in the traditional Shu'Halo. The other box had a rather tasty hard candy that tasted of spearmint.
"The dress is beautiful, thank you Maro." She said, looking around a moment before giving him a small kiss
He smiled and kissed her back, though he too rushed, giving a furtive look around. He grunted in annoyance, unhappy that he couldn't show her to be his.
"As much as I've missed you, and trust me, I really have - we have things to do. I do believe you're here for weapon training." He said in a matter of fact sort of way that made her question him.
She ignored it and nodded. "Well then, lets go see to it."
When they arrived in front of the Weapons Master, she showed him the gun she'd received in the mail. He was very impressed that such a young orc had gotten hold of such a relic, and studied it for a while before determining that it was no different from any other gun, at least in function. He showed her how to load it, aim, what parts were what and how to clean it before handing it back to her.
"It's not like a bow, when that thing fires, make sure you brace yourself, it'll knock you flat if you don't. That's all I can really teach you for now. I suggest getting a bit of practice first, but the beast you have beside you won't have to worry too much about getting hurt from the local wildlife. "
"Thank you very much for your time." Xat would bow her head, reaching for her coin purse.
"No, young one, thank you for showing me that gun, it's unusual and beautiful. Clean it well and take care of it." He said, shaking his head and pushing her purse away, before wandering back into his tent.
Maro looked at the gun, wondering how she had managed to get hold of such a thing. He wasn't going to ask just yet, too elated at her mere presence after so much separation, and not wanting to risk that sort of glowing feeling.
"Listen, if you're done here... I have a few more things I need to get done before I can go the Barrens. It'll only take a few more hours. Why don't you get changed into that new dress and meet me at Bloodhoof Village."
She blinked as he turned around and began to run towards the other parts of the city. She shrugged and found an empty tent to change in. The dress fit beautifully on her, having a corset feel to it and the long bell sleeves were light but unobtrusive. She packed up her armour in her large leather bags and made her way down the lift to the valley. Bloodhoof wasn't far away, but the trip brought back memories.
It was when they passed the pond that she stopped, staring at the cool water that had washed their bodies. She could even still see the slight scars in the ground where she clawed. She'd wonder how many people had passed that spot and realized what was gone on there. Drak sent her a mental image of a memory he accidentally picked up, her laying under the massive tauren. She nodded, telling him that yes, that was the place. He bounded forward and marked a little ways away from the exact location, sending warning to any of the prairie wolves. That area was marked by a worg.
The young orc found that a bit unnecessary, but decided that it didn't matter. It would always be a special place for them, and she was rather flattered that Drak wanted to make sure it stayed that way.
They followed the path and crossed the bridge. She grew up here in the small village, and made herself at home in an empty tent that they had left. Tauren traveled, often for months, and their homes were always here waiting for them. If word got out that they had passed, the Teepee was burnt in a ceremony, with the body if they could retrieve it. She had a special one, smaller than the others, marked with traditional orcish tribal markings. She moved inside, fitting perfectly, though a Tauren would have great difficulty getting in and out. She was convinced Maro wouldn't be able to fit anymore at all. She removed the heavy bags and put them beside her cot, taking her brush she had left previously and starting to remove the tangles from her long top knot.
Drak looked at her, and she smirked, telling him to stay still as she brushed out his long, thick fur. He became rather fluffy and ended up looking more like a regular dog than a wolf. Not liking this at all, she quickly took her hands and flattened it out again.
"Xat, you home?" A deep voice sounded at the opening of her tent, his horns threatening to tear the leather if he tried to step in.
"I'll be right out." She said as she put her things away.
She stepped out of her little home making Maro blush at the sight of her. She was beautiful in the dress he'd given her and he smiled when he noticed that he'd guessed her size perfectly.
"You're beautiful Xatira." He said, giving a quick scan before kissing her softly.
"Come, I need your help. My herb pouch is low, and I'd like to gather them for medicine before we make off to the Barrens." He spoke the truth, but he didn't speak all of it.
Drak gave him a knowing look, which Xat didn't notice, "Here" she said, pulling out a special map that marked the most popular areas that the different herbs grew, and the best places to find Copper Ore. "This should make our trip a little easier."
He didn't bother to ask where she got such a thing. She just seemed to be full of surprises lately. The answer to that was simple; her parents gave it to her when she turned 16 last year, saying that it would come in handy.
"Shall we get started?" She asked, and he nodded.
They walked together in the middle of fields and where the trees were the thickest. They ended up collecting for hours. It had been mid afternoon when she arrived at Thunder Bluff, and now the stars were starting to come up.
Maro then looked at the worg, mentally asking if there was something he wanted to tell him. The wolf seemed to get apprehensive but remained strong. He showed him the mental images of his first night with his new huntress. He also sent an image of himself on his back, ears back and tail tucked between his legs, asking forgiveness. Maro assured him no harm was done, and in fact thanked him for being there when he himself could not.
That small conversation made him smirk though, and he had a bold thought, "Heh, Drakton was an Alpha wasn't he?" He said smugly towards Xat, "Must have meant that he got his first choice of females amongst his pack, hmm?"
Xat blushed only slightly; forcing herself not to let him notice. Drak instantly sent Maro some images of a large black wolf like himself, only female... and them being knotted together.
"You know what that means, Xat?"
She looked at him, partly confused but thinking she knew what he was going to say.
"You took him from his mate, and a pent-up worg can be very dangerous, even tamed by an expert hunter," He said with an almost purr-like quality to his voice.
Xat blushed and Maro took her in his arms, "I know what happened, in more detail you could tell me yourself." He said as he nibbled lightly on her ear. "Trust me, as long as he keeps giving me detailed... reports like that.. mm.." He stopped as he had to adjust himself slightly from getting pinched in his pants.
"I figured he'd tell you..." She said softly.
He grinned, turning her around to kiss her softly, his large furred hands covering the small of her back and rump, pulling her close to him. He wanted to make sure she could feel his growing thickness in his leather trousers.
"I'm glad he did. It makes the surprise I want to show you all the better. But, we still have work to do."
Maro stopped, after filling his bags nearly to bursting with roots and leaves, "We've been collecting long enough, my supply is good for now. Lets go to the pond and rest, there's something I've been waiting to show you."
Xat turned red, the pond flashing memories in her mind once more and she couldn't help but sigh. Maro didn't let her see that the pond had left deep memories in his mind as well.
When they arrived, the night seemed calmer than most. Still, the crickets chirped and the wolves howled their songs into the night. Maro took out a piece of cloth and wrapped it around her eyes.
"Don't peek." He warned, his deep voice whispering in her ear.
He gently sat her down on the bank, close to where the marred earth lay. She could hear him step into the water, the still pond splashing quietly in the evening light. He began to chant, low and rumbling, sounding almost like a far away thunder before he stopped. The growl of a very large animal replaced the tauren's chant. Drak gave her an image of taking off the blindfold, which she did. What stood before her, she couldn't believe.
Very few druids make it to that sort of mastery. Her breath was taken away by the large bear standing in the water in front of her, where Maro had been, both for the impressiveness of the feat, and for what it meant for him. She looked at his large form, his dark gray fur like that of his original form, though longer. She studied the blue and silver tribal markings that adorned his shoulders, the earring, and other pieces of jewelry that just seemed to come from nowhere. Maro stepped out of the pond, standing on his hindquarters he towered over her. Gently he wrapped his paws around her shoulders and gave her a nuzzle. It was then that she noticed.
His scent... its familiar musky notes making her heart race. Maro stepped backwards quite a ways, giving a low growl as he sat on his haunches, showing her the large sheath hanging between his legs. Nothing showed, but it was swelling quickly. He looked towards Drak, and Drak looked to Xat. The worg gave a small whimper, showing a rather graphic image to Xatira. It showed her slowly getting undressed, complete with her legs spread slightly apart and her sex glistening with wetness. Maro didn't need to see it to know it, he could smell her miles away. To make sure she got the message, he dug his long muzzle under her dress and nuzzled into her thigh, licking the orc's soft flesh.
She gasped as his soft, long tongue licked her inner thigh, and gently slipped out of the dress. Maro moved over her, pressing his nose against her panties where the scent was strongest, nuzzling it. She groaned and slid them off her legs, but pushed him back with her legs. She didn't want to slow down either, but she had a surprise as well. Instead of the tangled dark hair that hid her delicate slit, her outer lips were bare, and glistened from the dampness caused by the bears nose rubbing her sensitive lips around. She left only a neat triangle, like an arrow pointing down, above her sex.
Maro was impressed, his long tongue reaching out to inspect her shaving job, and tasting her sweet juice in the process. He grinned and began to lick her tight pinkish slit, pressing his tongue hard against her clit when he slid over it. Xat closed her eyes, her hips lightly bucking with each pass. The worg moved away a bit, feeling a little more than uncomfortable as his own sheath began to swell.
The tauren bear suddenly gave a sharp thrust, his tongue spearing her delicate folds and pressed upwards in her sweet, delicious sex. His upper lip working on her clit, while his large tongue couldn't help but find her sweet spot. Xat gave a strong gasp, her sweet honey flowing down his tongue as her hips bucked hard against his maw. His paw gently held her hips downwards as he pulled himself away slowly, licking her nectar from his muzzle.
He than looked at Drakton, the poor creature no longer enjoying being a mediator between the two. Maro promised the worg it will be worth it for him to continue his help. Maro placed several images of a dominant wolf mounting a bitch, and then showing him Xat on her hands and knees and him mounting her. His bear instincts were starting to emerge, his organ slipping out slightly and then falling completely from its sheathe.
Xat received the image, and smiled excitedly. It didn't take long for his scent to make her lose track, staring at the throbbing, growing member of her mate. She shivered as she looked at it, it wasn't any longer (nor shorter) but the slight flared tip was barely noticeable, and he was quickly growing hard. He was at least another inch thicker. That made her slightly nervous, sending mental images to Drak, reminding Maro of how long it's been, and how tight she still was.
Maro gave a reassuring lick on the small of her back, moving on top of her. He was so large he could place his paws squarely in front of her shoulders, braced on the ground. His large shaft gingerly pushing against her wet slit, his low growls sounded pained, trying desperately to not just ram inside of her and fill her with his hot seed. No, he had to stay tauren, at least in his mind. If he took her the way he wanted to, he'd kill her.
Now Drak was whimpering in pain, his throbbing canine organ desperate as the smell of sex filled the air. Maro smiled and sent him a very private message that he should roll on his back and present himself to Xat. She'd make sure she'd fix his problem, but also warned him not to finish too soon.
Drak did as he was told, the large black worg rolled on his back, his bright pink organ glistening in the moonlight as his whimpering grew. Xat grinned, using one arm for balance, she gently took the shaft, guiding it into her mouth. As soon as the worg gave his first pant, Xat nearly dropped it as she gave a small squeal, Maro's shaft spearing her tight sex with little warning, digging himself in 3 inches. He waited, not moving until her sex stopped throbbing, threatening to make him finish then and there. He gave a small snarl in her ear, urging her to continue with the wolf. It took her a bit to figure what he wanted, but his growling stopped once the worg's organ was back in her mouth.
Slowly, the bear began to thrust, getting deeper with each push in. Xat's moans and panting made her take the wolf completely in her small mouth to keep from making too much noise. The worg did not mind in the least, splashing it's salty pre in her mouth. Drak's thoughts were all over the place, and very strong as he sent Maro mental images of what she was doing with her small soft tongue and lips... it was taking a lot out of him. Maro smiled and gave a bit of a harder thrust into her, digging in one more inch. He was only half way in.
Xat was getting a lot of strange, strong images that were being passed back and forth, but the worg's mind was weakened and leaking into her thoughts. This only turned her on more, her tightness making it harder for her to concentrate on the worg's organ. She was getting close, but didn't want to reach her climax until he was completely inside of her. She didn't think she sent the message, but must have as Maro worked a bit faster until he was only a few inches from hilting her. He could feel her desperation as her folds quivered, forced to keep from clamping down on his organ and release herself. He couldn't take it, that feral need to make her his starting to overpower him.
His thrusting was hard and fast, and pushed himself against her soft rump as hard as he could, making sure every inch of his throbbing shaft was inside. His furred sack was beginning to build pressure, but Maro forced himself to remain controlled, for now at least.
Xat's cry made her let go of the worg's organ, her body trembled as her inner folds could no longer keep the pressure, and clamped down hard on the bear's organ. Her hips bucked uncontrollably as waves of her liquid honey washed over the dappled steed, but he was so thick and her sex so tight, none escaped. The bear pawed the ground, daring not to move just yet, not until her climax receded, at least a little bit. Her trembles would send him over the edge way too quickly, and he wanted to make sure he had time to actually play with her.
All the while, the worg whimpered, his organ twitching as he was close as well. He sent very detailed images to Maro, including actual feeling of his lovers tongue over his shaft, and his knot beginning to swell. Maro clawed the ground again, the feeling of the worg so close to the edge made him work twice as hard. He nearly ordered him to fuck the orc's face to keep Maro from finishing as well. Drak gave a very serious message of dominance to Xat, ordering her to suck him hard and fast. Xat sent a message back, saying she was ready to take Maro. She was as stretched out as she was going to be, and was tired of taking it slow.
That was it. The real fun began. Xat's hand wrapped around the hard, pink shaft of the worg, thrusting her head up and down to the knot, swallowing every taste of his salty pre. Her fingers wrapped around the worg's growing knot, making it feel as much like a vulva as possible. Drak couldn't take it anymore, his hot ropey seed spraying down the back of her throat. A blood piercing howl broke the nights silence as his knot swelled within her hand, pulling her fingers open, too thick to hold onto fully. Maro waited, to make sure the worg was finished before he started, mostly for the companion's safety.
The bear bit down on his mates shoulder, carefully. His strong jaws not breaking flesh, just making sure she stayed in place. Slowly he pulled himself half way out, bracing himself as he pushed himself back in, hard. Xat, who'd just finished swallowing the last of the feral's cum, did not expect that and gave a small shriek as his organ pushed her open. Her hands clawed at the ground, but her sex made her ignore any sort of pain she would have felt. She wanted him, she wanted his feral need, she wanted his hot seed inside of her. She gave a snarl and rammed herself onto him, letting him know she was ready.
The bear gave a low growl, gripping her shoulder tighter as he began to move more frantically. His body thrusting in and out of her, his member beginning to swell as he was close. He was getting rough, moving faster inside her tightness, tearing her delicate flesh and causing her to scream out in pain. Drak snarled, standing up and facing Maro. Instincts took over the worg, not wanting to listen to his 'mate' in pain.
Maro looked at him with a furious glare. He pulled himself out nearly completely before slamming his swollen member deep inside of her, repeatedly. His speed increasing with every thrust, and her screams and moans growing louder as her folds were ripped apart, and yet her orgasms increasing in both strength and frequency.
Maro's jaws clamped hard on his mates shoulder, drawing ruby red trickles of blood down her shoulders and giving Drak images of Maro as a huge Alpha and towering over Drak, picturing him with his canine jaws over the worg's neck. He sent images of him claiming of Xat as his. His mate, his lover, she was his and his mark would prove that. Drak backed away, ears back and tail tucked. He was not going to challenge the druid, and watched his companion's pained face. All he could do was trust that the tauren would never do damage that he could not fix to his lover.
Xat didn't know what was going on, other than that she couldn't take much more of him. Her body ached from her constant orgasms and her elbows dropped to the ground as her arms lost stability, tearing her shoulder from his mouth in the process. She did her best to make sure her rump stayed in position, having her knelt down like this felt like he was even deeper than before being a pleasant, if rather intense surprise. Maro also liked this slightly different position, but he himself not able to continue for much longer as he slammed himself hard into her tight, velvety sex. He gave a loud roar as his thick ropey seed painted her insides white. His flare not quite as big as he was normally, but the thickness of his shaft alone able to keep every drop of their fluid together. She felt full, his organ still pumping seed for long moments after they'd stopped moving.
The bear was exhausted, and using a paw dragged her onto her side as he laid down, making sure he was securely in place. His large arm wrapped around her, but making sure there was room for Drak. He sent apologetic images to the bear, and they had a small conversation, summarized with Maro accepting the worg as being more then merely a companion, but a lover, while also staking his claim as Xat's mate. Maro softly licked Xat's wounded shoulder, his marks were deep but he dared not heal them. Casting a spell would cause him to go back into his natural form. The best he could do for now was to gently lick her wounds. The scars where a permanent mark of his claim over her. He loved her more than anything, soft groans leaving his throat as he hugged her close.
Xat was still panting heavily, the pain in her shoulder was barely noticeable and felt so complete against the feral body. His hot organ still twitched inside of her, making her jump and whimper softly. Maromoth licked her neck softly, reassuring her to try and get some sleep. Drak laid down beside her, his back pressed against her belly. Her arm wrapped around his soft body, snuggling into the nape of his neck, his black fur giving comfort as she drifted to sleep.
They laid there, both of the males making sure she was asleep, keeping her warm and protected with their dense furs. Maro didn't want to risk transforming back into his Tauren form until morning. He didn't want to slip out of her sex any time soon. Maro sent the message to Drak to keep his ears up, as he was too tired to stay awake himself. Drak had already planned that, his amber eyes alert and his ears pricked for any signs of danger. His marking earlier had scared the smaller wolves away, and the cougars weren't about to cause trouble with a large worg and a bear, neither native to this area.
Maro smiled, convincing himself that they were safe and laying his head over his lover. He thought of many things for awhile, but every breath of her scent made him smile and forget the worries. She was his, and he was her's, and that is all what mattered. After an hour of doubts and possible regrets he finally fell asleep.