In the Rolling Springtime
_In the Rolling Springtime
by Samhuinn_
The trees that popped up over the lowlands had reached their bloom, their flowers sprouting in dazzling colors that dotted along the plain as far as the eye could see. Distant fields of daisies and Peacebloom were interspersed by mounds of grey, of white, of brown as animals shuffled through the grass. Against the fluid lashings of the spring grass, it was easy to miss the two tauren bulls trekking south, not upon the beaten path of dirt but through the meadows themselves.
The younger one turned to peer over his shoulder, though his pace did not slow. Thunder Bluff had just vanished beyond the hill, its tips sinking into green. He smiled meekly to himself as he realized the pleasant solitude bubbling inside him, as though only now, out of sight of the tauren capital, were he and his companion alone. As he turned back, one hand raised to brush back the shadowblack hair of his mane, peeling it away from green eyes and sun-touched burgundy fur; the other casually slipped the distance between him and his partner, fingers grasping fingers.
The taller bull had been telling a story, his voice smooth and low; his words momentarily drifted at his mate's touch, and he smiled down at the other druid. His left paw clapsed that of his mate, squeezing it firmly, reassuringly. The toned muscles of his bare tan-furred forearm contracted with the effort, but the rest of his body remained relaxed, his steps carefree, his blue eyes radiant. The hints of old scars along his chest and side occasionally glimpsed through his modest robes; they implied suffering, but the younger bull had long since ceased to call them ugly.
"... Thank you," the maroon-furred tauren murmured after one long pause. They had approached the top of a hill that brought the whole of the plain into clear view. Almost unconsciously, the smaller bull had come to a stop, his hooves settling upon a steady mound of flattened dirt. He had been looking up at his mate when he spoke, but turned away when the other met his gaze, taking in the sight of his homeland. A slow smile crossed his face, and he inhaled deeply through his nose, letting it out in a sigh. "I... know you have been... ... W-we have been busy, as of late. ... I-I know you have been preoccupied with... the circle, Ambershanks. ... I am glad t-that we found a full day... to ourselves."
Ambershanks's first response was to laugh. He tilted his head up and looked down at the sprawling plains before him. His hand left his mate's, raising it to run along his arm and around his neck, settling on his shoulder, hugging the smaller druid into him. "Samhuinn, I'd not have missed it for the world." His grin widened as his partner put his head down upon his shoulder, and he raised his free hand to rub Samhuinn's mane affectionately. He added, his Taur'ahe low, "Earthmother, I regret only that you did not ask me earlier. It has become such a pain, getting a moment of free time to myself."
"It is worth it," Samhuinn whispered, his voice breathless. Dimly he realized he was placing too much of his weight upon the tan bull, but his lover felt so warm in the spring sun and he felt so calm that he could not have budged if he wished to. "Look... at how beautiful it is. I-it is... so strange to think, these lands were covered in snow b-barely two moons prior."
They talked for many minutes longer, speaking of nothing important, speaking freely, calmly, happily. They spoke of the spring, of their day, of their cousins and friends. Neither tauren moved, neither to sit down nor to continue walking, two lovers locked in simple embrace and casual but heartfelt conversation.
It was Samhuinn who moved first. Ambershanks was midway through a sentence when his mate, moving with a swift passioned inspiration, lifted his head up from the feral bull's shoulder and met his lips, silencing him with a long, ardent kiss. Ambershanks's surprise was brief; he moved as though in expectation, simultaneously turning his body and Samhuinn's such that they met chest to chest, face to face. His eyes closing, Samhuinn's arms met around the back of Ambershanks's neck, sliding against the bushy furs of his mane, as Ambershanks's arms supported Samhuinn's back, all to press their clothed bodies together as tightly as they could.
When Samhuinn withdrew for a breath, he blinked open his emerald green eyes, peering drunkily into those of his mate. His brow furrowed in an amused curiosity when he realized that Ambershanks's blue eyes twinkled with mischief. He took in a slow breath, a coy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, but he did not have time to ask. With a laugh, Ambershanks tightened his grip around his mate and half-tackled him down to the grass. Samhuinn's eyes widened as he caught on a second too soon, and, unable to resist his lover's intentions, he felt himself pounced upon, collapsing painlessly onto the ground with a chuckle that resembled a gasp, half surprised, half pleased. Ambershanks easily lowered himself onto the other bull, pressing down into his body. He leaned in for the kiss he knew would secure his victory, but stopped as he spied the grin on Samhuinn's face.
So you think you've won that easily, do you? Samhuinn's face read, though he did not say a word to interrupt the heavy breathing through his nose. Ambershanks's eyebrows lifted in interest, the equivalent of the response, If I have not, show me.
Wrapping his arms around Ambershanks, Samhuinn pushed the brunt of his weight to his left, slamming his right hoof into the dirt and pushing, as though attemping to get on top of his lover. He would not have been able to overcome Ambershanks's natural strength had they not been situated at the top of a hill. A look of genuine surprise was the last Samhuinn saw of Ambershanks's face before they both went rolling down. They fought for dominance like two lion cubs, each struggling to maintain a position on top of the other and quickly losing it, through momentum off the hill. Ambershanks was growingly playfully and sneaking quick pecks in when he thought he could afford it; Samhuinn was laughing soundlessly, his eyes often closed in helpless mirth.
They tumbled down to the foot of the hill, clumps of grass and stems cluttered in their fur and horns, streaks of green along their vestaments - and Samhuinn on top of his mate, peering down at him with an innocent triumph, an impish smile plastered upon his face. Realizing they had stopped rolling, Ambershanks smiled, leaning back into the grass, his arms raising over his head as he relaxed into the ground in confident admission. He tilted his head up slightly, exposing his neck.
Obeying the gesture, Samhuinn lowered his head to kiss his mate's throat. As he felt Ambershanks's sigh, his kissing became a gentle lick, lapping at the tan furs of his neck with a loving detail. After a few moments, he lifted himself up to look down into his mate's eyes, smiling wistfully. "... You... l-let me win, didn't you." It was a statement, not a question, and Ambershanks did not respond with a word. He simply smiled, pulling Samhuinn down into his lips, kissing him passionately. He felt Samhuinn's body melting onto his own, his own pleasure rising along with his mate.
Only once he stopped kissing minutes later was Samhuinn aware of his body's aching desire, echoed by his mate's. Through the thin cloth that composed Ambershanks's robe, Samhuinn could feel the firmness of his mate's bullhood pushing into his stomach, and he slid himself slightly such that his crotch was positioned over his lover's, their malenesses pressing into one another. The feeling shot electricity through his veins, and he trembled slightly, lifting up his head. Still leaning back into the grass, Ambershanks looked dreamily up at his mate. He raised a hand to brush back some hair from the bull's face, the paw stopping to rest affectionately on Samhuinn's cheek.
Samhuinn pulled himself up from his mate, his hips still locked with Ambershanks's but his chest in the air. Hints of pink splattered against the burgundy of his cheeks as he began to unbutton his vest. He looked down at his lover with such a meek smile that said without words: You know that I would only do this for you. In the moment this became clear, Samhuinn had pulled back his shirt, revealing his chest for Ambershanks's approving eyes. Raising his head, Samhuinn closed his eyes and lifted his hands up to his mane, pulling his body taut, exposing the curve of the muscles of his toned body, the slender trim of a reddish-brown belly slipping up to his nipples, barely uncovered by the swaying of his facial braids teetering down from his chin. Holding this pose for a long moment, Samhuinn creaked one eye open, looking expectantly down into the face of his mate. Ambershanks's blue eyes told of his growing arousal, affirmed as he slowly, almost cautiously, reached his hands up to Samhuinn's chest, touching it as though it were delicate. Samhuinn lurched forward into his mate's touch, his mouth open in ecstasy, his breathing growing more rapid as Ambershanks began to rub his nipples, massaging his competent hands deep into the muscles of his chest.
Samhuinn closed his eyes, swallowing his anticipation Ambershanks's left hand tickled down his sensitive tummy, coming to rest upon his mate's bulge. The cloth of his kilt was stretched tightly, extending outward along the hump of Ambershanks's own cloth. With a painful slowness, the elder bull began to undo Samhuinn's belt, his eyes watching his fingers. Samhuinn braced himself, his arms extended as he gripped his mate's shoulders, waiting in tense anticipation. Ambershanks peeled back the other male's pants. He shifted anxiously under his lover as he revealed the tip of Samhuinn's erection, his kilt sliding down his length and his scrotum. Samhuinn finally wriggled free of the last of his clothing, kicking it aside. Now fully nude, he arched his body in a humble moment's pose, fully aware of his mate's eyes upon him, responding vibrantly to the touch of Ambershanks's paws upon his bullhood. He resettled himself upon his mate's body, leaning in to kiss him soundly, sloppily, no longer able to fully repress his sexual desire.
"Mrrrrr..!" Ambershanks purred lustily in his throat, eagerly catching at Samhuinn's tongue with each kiss, their horns clicking and rubbing with the rise and fall of their breaths. They were gyrating their hips into one another, humping in slow, strong rhythm, only the meager cloth of Ambershanks's earthen robe separating his maleness from Samhuinn's. "By the gods, love," he growled after one long kiss, as Samhuinn had to pull back for air. "You are so affectionate today!"
The naked male tauren paused for a moment, glancing down at his lover with a curious tinge. A helpless, timid smile crossed his face, and he whispered as his sole justification, "When... you are busy, I... ... I-I miss you." His smile widened for just a moment before he lowered himself down Ambershanks's clothed body such that his forehead would rest upon his mate's chin. With a meticulous precision, Samhuinn untied the twill straps that held his mate's light brown robe closed, kissing each part of his mate's newly revealed chest as he went down his body, bit by bit placing himself on the ground. As his lips pressed against the soft and fluffy fur, he could feel his mate's heart beating under him, his breathing harsh. As the final knot was undone, Samhuinn spread apart the robe, exposing in that one violent gesture the sharp, slender lines of the other bull's graceful body, fit against a tauren's size by virtue of thick bestial musculature. Ambershanks was not so humble as his mate; he raised his arms up and rested upon them, easily reclining with an animal's relaxtion, as though in effortless boast about the natural masculinity of his body, amplified - in Samhuinn's eyes - by the thick jagged scars along his side and thigh. They struck Samhuinn not as physical deformations, but as signs of adventure and vitality.
Samhuinn's appraising gaze melted upon Ambershanks's long, proud erection, the smallest bead of precum shining upon his tip. His paw slow, as though moved by both overwhelming desire and a cautious solemnity, he reached out and gripped his mate's length, feeling it throb once in his grasp. Ambershanks took in a sharp gasp through gritted teeth as his body tensed in anticipation; his actions fueled Samhuinn's own as the younger bull closed his eyes and descended, taking the other bull's penis into his mouth.
Ambershanks could not help the thrust that followed, an upward drive into his mate's mouth that passed his member along the younger male's moist tongue and breaching upon his throat. Samhuinn's hand had latched onto Ambershanks's sheath by now, squeezing and pumping it in time with the pulses and providing resistance against the physical stabs. His lips and tongue were touching upon each point of Ambershanks's bullhood, massaging and dampening his length with genuine enjoyment. His body shifted, placing more of his weight upon the grass to free up his hand, which snuck up and pressed against the tan bull's scrotum. Samhuinn was very quiet, save for the short gasps as he took in for air. He opened his eyes once, staring up along his mate's toned body into his face. The dreamy, confident, ecstatic look upon his love's face sent an electric chill down his spine, and he closed his eyes to concentrate on the other bull's taste.
Ambershanks was not so silent as Samhuinn; his purrs had formed into growls, occasionally bursting into low moans and sighs. He felt a new dribble of his precum rise to the surface every stab or two, quickly smeared into his length. He had hoisted himself up slightly, reclining backwards on his right elbow; he patted Samhuinn's mane affectionately with his left, occasionally slipping it down to rub upon his mate's forehead and cheek.
After a long while, Ambershanks's paw traced down to Samhuinn's forehead, and with a gentle insistance, he pushed the burgundy bull up from his penis. Before Samhuinn could utter a defiance, Ambershanks had sat up straight and pulled his mate into his face, kissing him with a desperate insistance. He smelt the musk of his own body fused with his mate's milder scents as he pulled the meek tauren into his chest, gently setting him down on the grass beside him and positioning himself over him. Samhuinn offered no resistance, arching his back to let his chest run taut as he felt the grass tickle beneath him and the burst of sun on his face, heightening his pleasure. He picked himself up onto his elbows. He peered down the line of his chest toward Ambershanks's hips, seeing and feeling him pressing his maleness against Samhuinn's own, smearing his length with his pre. Drowsy with anticipation, Samhuinn rolled his eyes up to his mate's face to be met with a single question.
"Are you ready?" Ambershanks asked quietly, confident of the answer, dominance and respect becoming whole in his eager smile. Samhuinn took a moment to brush back a little strand of hair from his mane, trying to keep his smile slim and failing. He silently nodded his assent.
Ambershanks immediately grasped his mate's ankles just above the hoof, lifting his legs up to rest upon his shoulders. Samhuinn shifted his body forward in response, feeling his upper body tumble back into the grass, knowing only now was he fully exposing his tailhole to his mate. Ambershanks poised his dribbling length before the younger bull's rear for a long moment, waiting for the desire to become unbearable. He placed his penis just to the entrance of his mate and, with a great thrust, rammed deep into his tailhole. His howl of excitement met his quieter mate's pained sigh as he stabbed again, quickly discovering a fast rhythm.
Samhuinn could not help but squeeze his eyes shut as he beared his mate's penetrations, the sudden sharp pains manifesting into breathtaking pleasure. His body was rocked with every thrust, his fingers gripping the grass desperately to keep some resistance. His teeth grit in determination, growing into quiet gasps. His erection dangled over his belly button, bobbling vividly with every thrust, his maleness leaving tiny transparent drops on his tummy.
Ambershanks was panting openly now, mustering up ecstatic little growls between his breaths. He watched in growing amusement as Samhuinn thrashed beneath him, struggling to orient himself for deepest penetration, his mate's uncloaked desire amplifying his own. His thick bullhood throbbed inside his mate as he bit down his desire to lose control, keeping his thrusts smooth and confident.
After a few minutes had passed, Ambershanks's left paw left Samhuinn's leg, stroking down his thigh and pressing into his scrotum. Samhuinn stiffened with a gasp of surprise, eyes blinking open as he peered down his body at his mate, jaw slack. Ambershanks gave him a quick smirk before grasping his mate's bullhood between his fingers. He squeezed its sheath reassuringly before stroking it up and down in time with his own thrusts.
Samhuinn let his head fall back into the grass, able only to push desperately into his mate's fist, propelled upward by his bucking hips. His heart was thumping in his chest and ears, finally acknowledging his surrender of body and mind. A low, audible groan seeped from his chest as Ambershanks pressed his hand into Samhuinn's tip, smearing his early ejaculate between his fingers.
Still fondling his mate's genitals, Ambershanks's thrusting began to slow, gaining a potent poignancy as he burrowed deeper into his mate, the silent statement in his gesture, I'm close. He wriggled in closer to his mate, allowing Samhuinn's hooves to fall to the dirt. They landed flat, forcing the younger bull to arch his back, keeping his rump above the ground, his thighs turned outward, willingly allowing Ambershanks easy penetration into him. He creaked open an eye and looked up at his mate, managing a smile though pants, as though to silently ask what he had put to words many times in the past, Should we come together? And through his sweat-stained eyes and vigorous grunts of effort as he approached his climax, Ambershanks managed a tender half-grin, the equivalent, Of course.
Taller than his mate, Ambershanks had by now managed to lean over him. Hands leaving Samhuinn's sheath and hip, he suspended himself over the smaller bull's chest, droplets of sweat falling upon it. Creaking his neck low, he leaned in and lightly licked Samhuinn's nipple, eliciting an aching moan from the burgundy tauren. The tip of his penis slid along the top of Ambershanks's stomach, burbling and smearing his witness against his fur, hinting of his looming orgasm.
Ambershanks's hands suddenly gripped around Samhuinn's side, clutching him tight, holding him still. His nails pressed sharply into Samhuinn's fur. His body stiffened as a final triumphant surge pulsed through him. With one final thrust consorting with a great howl of pleasure, Ambershanks came inside Samhuinn, his bullhood throbbing, pumping pulses of warmth deep into his lover's tailhole. This set off Samhuinn's own; the red bull jutted his hips upward into his mate's chest. With a groan both soft and ecstatic, Samhuinn stabbed along Ambershanks's fur, the tip of his penis spurting jets of hot semen over their chests, shooting his seed up to splatter upon their chins. His paws gripped Ambershanks's back, holding him for support through his orgasm as he rocked his hips forward with every wave. Trickles of white eased down from where his mate still penetrated him, dribbling onto the base of his tail.
As his plateau began to wane, Ambershanks's claws relaxed from Samhuinn's skin, patting the areas he had cut with silent affection. He drew back only long enough to withdraw himself from his mate before he came crashing forward onto the other tauren, kissing him voraciously. Still a mess of pants and gasps, Samhuinn had to keep from laughing, rendered giddy by what they had done. They kissed and licked and bit and rolled, relishing in the aftergrow, feeling only the warmth of their bodies. the sun on their fur, and the solemnity of an achieved pleasure.
Minutes later, Samhuinn lay, eyes barely open, with his ear upon Ambershanks's chest. He felt the weight of slumber pressing down on his eyelids, though he managed to look into the serene face of the bull he had struggled against earlier. One moment, he sat up slightly, eyes suddenly lighting up before furrowing. Ambershanks, sensing the sudden tenseness, lazily creaked open an eye. "Hrrrrm..?" he half-purred, curious and puzzled.
"... What... if somebody sees us like this?" Samhuinn whispered, tentatively looking around. "... M-maybe we should put our clothes back on."
Ambershanks chuckled. He lifted his head and nuzzled his nose and murmured, "Let 'em watch." Samhuinn felt his body shrink lower to the soil. Before his eyes, he saw the tan of Ambershanks's fur grow golden and earth brown, his muzzle, locked into a catty grin, protruding outward as his eyes became sideways splits. He had taken the druidic form of a lion, grinning wickedly at his mate. Samhuinn clambered off of the feline as Ambershanks tumbled onto his side, tail flickering once, twice, entreating the bull to join him, but otherwise content to relax as only a cat can.
Samhuinn closed his eyes in silent understanding, following his mate's example. His lumbering body fell to all fours as his red became yellow, the bulk of his musculature trimming to the sleek and slender form of a cheetah. He lightly padded his way over his mate's body and nuzzled up into his mane. He could worry no longer. As soon as he felt the weight of the lion's paw on his back, pinning him down, a rush of exhaustion washed him over. The two druids napped all afternoon.