While Moonglade was surrounded by mountains and almost never saw high winds or harsh snowfall, it was still at the very north tip of Kalimdor and did suffer from long winters and (very) cold temperatures during them. Furthermore, the continent's second most powerful trade-wind band, coming in off the Veiled Sea, whipped right up against the Stonetalon mountains and got forced up north around them, creating a perpetual low-pressure system in the Felwood- and Mount-Hyjal area. To greater or lesser effect, the system robbed everything north of it of any warm air it might have had, which was replaced by cold coming south off the pole. Even the longest day of summer was shorter than an average one down south, and Suel coveted the daylight and warmth he had during them. Summer's lasting a long time this year; we usually didn't get enough of it, the wolvar thought as he made his way up the hill. I'm not going to let the good experiences I've had on vacations down south shake me, though. This is where I've always been, and I don't think I'd be too happy letting go of that.

Suel reached the summit of the small foothill behind the barn. While he lived in a very nice home off the main drag of Nighthaven, a home that he liked very much, that he had long ago earned with his own damn money, and that was generous enough for him and his three loved ones, he sometimes really rather... when he was in a particular mood... more enjoyed being out near the small barn and the two acres behind it his parents had left him right up against the mountains to the northeast of town. This was really the best place to be at the end of the day. There was only sparse forestation around him, and he was on a hillside above the canopy that covered the town, allowing for an unhampered view. Straight out ahead of him, the town was lit up by the sky's vivid pinks and reds, and it just looked old and peaceful now that he was too far away to see or hear the bustle of its people going home for the evening. The birds of the forest chirped their goodnights sweetly as the drone of the crickets rose up. He'd often come here in the early evening this time of year to enjoy the beauty of the place where he lived.

 Today, though, was much, much different. He'd gotten here just in time after running and scrambling all the way up the hill. He'd pretty much collapsed sitting on the log with his feet flat on the ground and his legs bent up. On his knees, he rested his elbows, and he buried his face in his palms, panting and sweating. Is it still there? he shivered, almost afraid to look even though he knew the answer, could feel the answer. It had been following him everywhere today. Gritting his teeth to brace for the inevitable impact of his discovery, he hesitantly parted his fingers and opened one eye to peek through him. There, right in his lap, was a gigantic erection. Argh! His mind raged. He sprang to his feet, ripped his loincloth off, standing there, heaving breaths, in his bare masculinity. He grabbed his stiff, black tool with both paws around the veiny, engorged knot and started to shake it violently. “Will you just go away already!” he told it. “I've done away with you over 30 times today! What is wrong with you!” The only reply was the dull ache of his nuts throbbing. Both paws went to his shaft, and he started to paw off frantically, thrusting his hips, teeth clenched.

“Oh will you stop being so dramatic about it,” said Erya, appearing behind him. “We're the ones in heat.”

Suel whirled around, whipping his cock with him and pointing it straight at his mate, spraying a strand of pre as he did so. “Erya! Where did you come from?”

“The bushes,” she smirked.

Suel looked around the hill that had only a few trees popping up here and there; there was no underfoliage in sight. He turned back to Erya and stared at her unamusedly. The bear grinned at him, making it extra clear she was enjoying being sneaky and wasn't going to reveal how she'd snuck up on him, so the wolvar moved on to the next topic of conversation.

“Damn you girls and your month-long estrus. Do you have any idea how many times I've pawed off just today?”

“Yes,” said Erya as she grinned wider.

“You know I can't mate with Jerv; I'll knock her up,” continued Suel with no break. “What do you expect me to do?”

“Not very bright, are you?” Erya snickered. “I'll be waiting in the barn for when you've figured it out.”

She smiled, knowing she'd be lucky to make it to the barn. She was right.

“That's right!” beamed Suel. “I can mate with you! You're a bear!”

Suel grinned and grabbed Erya's hips as she raised her short, fluffy tail out of the way of her achingly swollen pussy. The lips were deep red and puffy but got hidden by the fur around them because the surrounding flesh was even more puffy. She allowed Suel to touch her there. His paw strayed down and pressed in between her legs, squooshing it until it resisted and reinflated like a marshmallow. He grinned pervertedly and squeezed her crotch with his whole paw, his fingers between her hind legs, his palm over her warm, soft entrance, his thumb slipping into her easily. Juice squirted out in response.

Suel's cock stiffened and drooled pre. "Mmm... what a juicy peach," he grinned. When he pulled his paw away, strands of juice stuck and pulled out between his palm and her vagina. He gave a long, low growl, grinning. He got behind her and lined himself up to push into her inviting taint, so she giggled and stepped away down the hill, teasing him.

Cock throbbing harder than ever, bouncing up and leaking thick pre in big globs that hung down in long strands from his cockhead to the grass, Suel stepped after her. His heart pounded, and his grin showed just how naughty he felt. She let him catch up, and, again, his right paw went down and grabbed her crotch. This time, he squeezed, and juices ran out of the top of her slit, ran out all over his paw. He slid them up her backside, through the fur, wetting her down, and rubbed the lubrication into her tailhole, making her shiver heavily all over.

“No~ Not there~” she pleaded while snickering. “I'm way too tight for you to fit in there~” She further toyed with him by taking another step down the hill—then another and another and another as Suel tried desperately to follow, getting harder with each step. He managed to get the head of his turgid cock into her wonderfully warm, messy, tight pussy several times, but she always slipped away, in total control of him.

About ten minutes of this slow progress later, they'd made it to the barn; Erya pushed the door open into the shadowy space. It was getting on towards dusktime, and only a little cool light came in through the barn's one window. The barn's stalls had long ago been reclaimed for their wood. All that the inside space consisted of now was a big, open area laid with hay. Erya sauntered over to this pile and rolled down on her right side, facing Suel, displaying her rounded, heavy-looking, sexy tummy and her vulva just a little further down. She raised her significant left leg in the air a little, spreading herself but not quite enough. She winked at Suel.

The wolvar ran over and dived into the hay at her feet. He stuck his nose where it shouldn't be without hesitation, pulling her little tail out of the way. Pressing close to her warm butt, nuzzling the fur, he gave her tailhole long licks and wet kisses, making Erya's hole pulse with warmth and making her growl and paw the air. Moving his right paw down from her tail, Suel took up slowly rubbing her tailhole in circles—as his muzzle found its way down to her pussy.

Pressing his cold nose in against her vaginal opening, he took long sniffs of her musk. He subconsciously thrust his hips and gave little spurts of pre in response to her overpowering, cinnamon-sweet scent. He closed his eyes, and he pushed his tongue out of his mouth, up her cooshy slit, and into the swollen skin, slipping against the lips. Dragging his tongue back down, he found the hood of her clit and brought his whole mouth there and sucked mercilessly on it, making his bear roll back and forth on her back, moaning and growling louder.

Now he had her exactly where he wanted her, and both of them knew it. Erya rolled back onto her right side and grinned down at Suel around her tummy. The wolvar lifted up the bear's heavy back left leg and scooted in, straddling her right thigh and sitting back on it, his tail swooshing in anticipation of being squeezed in her little cunny tunnel. He took his cock by the shaft and rubbed the head left and right along his mate's swollen pussy, pushing his hips a little forward at the same time and parting her lips. His head slipped back and forth between them from her clitty on the left to her vagina on the right where it was hot. Erya started to moan desperately at him when he first touched her entrance, and she leaked all over him. The thick, slippery, hot juice ran down the underside of his cock and dripped off his knot into the fur of her leg.

“Wh- what...” spit out Erya in between hot panting, “...you're gonna make me beg for it now?”

Grinning madly, Suel scootched in further against Erya and leaned forward, wrapping both arms around her leg. His cock found its own way to her hot, squooshy pussy entrance, and he straightened up his body tall and thrust into her. Slowly he slipped in, inch by inch, making his bear's round belly rise and fall fast with her quick panting as her empty tunnel got filled. Her juicy peach gripped him right away and squeezed several times but failed to grab onto him, all slippery. Nonetheless, he kept pushing his rock-hard dick forward and relieving his mate until her lips kissed his knot and he couldn't put any more in.

“Oh gods, you're wonderful inside, Erya,” Suel breathed out as he pulled his knotty cock slowly back out of her, stopping and savoring every time she squeezed and leaked on him. She moaned frantically, unable to move but needing his rod back inside filling up her empty place because it felt cold. Suel pushed back in, a little faster and more needfully this time, letting her warm, slippery lips part and stroke his shaft. Erya cooed and growled with relief again as his cock got put back where it belonged. Suel moaned loudly, and it was pretty evident he couldn't take this holding back anymore.

He grabbed her around the middle, leaning all the way over her, and pulled his hips back all the way quickly—until his cock was out of her all but the head. Then he shoved it back into her and began pounding her, rocking her body, over and over, getting deeper each time. Erya groaned and let the juice stream out of her cunny, her heat getting satisfied. She craved his bone, and he kept giving it to her. She got looser and hotter and wetter, letting him go as fast and hard as he wanted. After a few minutes, his knot started slipping into her as Erya's lips parted. They spread a little more each time, gripping the sides of his bulb and sucking him in.

“Ohh... this is gonna be good, Erya,” Suel moaned as he gave her nice, full thrusts.

“Yeah... yeah...~!” she moaned, her belly tight.

He pulled back more slowly than he thrust in each time, letting her squeeze down on him with her squooshy, ribbed walls that tried to suck him back inside. Suddenly, his cock made it halfway into her, and he grit his teeth and pushed hard against her, stretching her entrance and making her eyes go wide with pleasure. As she felt her tunnel slurp his big, hard knot inside and lock him inside her, she came like crazy. Her tunnel flooded with juice and clamped as her womb spasmed. She gripped on him all over and cried out.

Suel shut his eyes in the midst of this intense pleasure and frantically pulled back, tugging his knot against her opening as he tried to line his head up with her cervix so he could blast her home. His balls clenched, and the hot seed rushed up through him, his stomach tight, and the incredible pressure formed behind the head of his cock. He did all he could to hold the floodgates, squeezing his mate's leg as he stiffened up incredibly hard inside her. He gave one final thrust, touching his head to her cervix, and blasted it into her, gobs of hot ejaculate rushing up through his bone.

Erya went stiff and moaned as, near the end of her climax, she felt the wonderful, warming sensation of her womb being filled with his spunk. “Ohhhhhhh... my gods...” she moaned. Head spinning in her afterglow, Erya closed her eyes, and Suel draped his body over hers, breathing hard.

“Thank you so much, Erya...” he panted.

“My pleasure,” she panted back.

What felt like a few minutes later but clearly wasn't because of the moonlight shining in through the barn window, Suel woke up from his nap on hay. His cock had shrunk and tucked itself back way inside his sheath. “Thank gods...” he let out, rolling onto his back and looking out the window at the smiling moon. “It finally went down.” On the wall, Erya had scratched the tracking sign for “gone home.”

* * * *

Erya reached the bottom of the hill, where moonlight still shone off her back, and the forest's edge. Once she crossed that line back into town, the night became truly deep thanks to the shade of the trees. This was the kind of experience, she was sure, that lead nightelves to treat this as their holy place. Slowly she made her way home through the now empty streets. The tremendous, close noise of the hundreds of crickets that came out every night here tonight even made her breaths sound muffled. A few lamps hung on the fronts of the shops and the inn as she passed them, but they were barely enough to make sure one didn't trip and fall and hurt themselves and no more. Jerv crossed the street and rounded the corner into the small residential district, meaning to come at the house from the back and slip in unnoticed in case Jerv and Skoll were already asleep.

This was a busy neighborhood during the daytime, especially during the summer, with children playing and laughing and housewives minding them and their properties while their husbands were at work. Looking slowly around at the dark rows of houses standing tall and alone, the familiar feeling of being the only person in the world crept back up on Erya. The dark night was her place because she was the only one around to appreciate it. She imagined she might resent it if she met anyone else out walking now. She almost thought she would tell them to go back to bed and to leave her alone.

She came around the back of the house but only sat down against one of the trees. There was light beaming from the round bedroom window on the second floor directly above her; she wondered what Jerv could be doing up so late. Probably having heat pains, she thought, now unable to keep images of her debauchery with Suel an hour ago from flooding into her head. Thank goodness it's gone for now, she thought, looking down between her legs. Was now the right time to admit that she felt empty inside? It didn't seem right to ever admit it. She had a wonderful life, a rich life, surrounded by loved ones in a beautiful place.

She missed the days when it was only Suel taking her hunting and on quests every day, that exciting life full of variety and never knowing what was coming next and new places every day and strange inns at night. Full of fighting and protecting him and breathing hard together and making discoveries together. Maybe even more than that, she wondered at the strange fate that had brought her here. She'd been born a simple animal in the forest to a family of ferals. She'd known there was something different about her from the time she was a few years old, sure. She had been born intelligent, and they had been born just forest animals. There had been times when she'd struggle to show others she wanted something. There had been the day she set up a trap to catch a more abundant supply of fish when everyone ignored her because they couldn't understand what she was doing. But she had been happy. She had loved her family. Then she'd left one day with the wolvar hunter who captured her, left with him after showing him she knew how to pick the lock on the cage he'd put her in, without even saying goodbye to her family. Looking back on it, the frustration of staying in that place and the need to escape must have been building in her for years until it had become too powerful to ignore. Being a stupid teenager, she'd made an extreme decision... that had luckily turned out to lead her here.

She usually got sad for a little while after being mated when she was in heat; it was the feeling of emptiness that came from not being held anymore and from her body telling her it wanted babies. But tears didn't usually come to her eyes when she thought about her past. Was it something more this time? ...Yes, she thought, looking back up to the light in Jerv's window when the rest of the world was dark. Suel stupidly exclaiming, “That's right! I can mate with you! You're a bear!” kept ringing in her ears. Maybe being a bear really was all that made her different to him now. Maybe there wasn't much he considered special about her anymore.

She had been his first, and then Suel had fallen in love again with a member of his own species. Everyone had been immediately fine with the arrangement. After all, Erya thought, I'm the kind of girl boys crave, tomboyish and naughty and always there to satisfy their cravings. Not the kind they fall in love with or end up with. I really am more like a mistress to him now. I wish he would remember the deeper parts of me. “...Fantastic,” said Erya aloud (but quietly) to herself in the language Suel had taught her, her thick accent betraying the difficulty her feral mouth had pronouncing sounds designed by anthros. “Simply wonderful. I'm jealous of Suel for the first time.”

She decided she'd like her walk to last for a little longer in the warm, gentle night. She looked back over her shoulder one last time at the light in Jerv's window. Really, what can she be doing up so late?

* * * *

Jerv hurriedly tucked the thick, white cloth sheets into the corners of her bed, dripping on the carpet as she did. The cloth sheets were so that she didn't get her good silk bedsheets ripped or messy. She didn't know if she was going to make it this time. Skoll waited obediently sitting on his haunches at the door to her room, sheath swollen and hard with the meat inside, pink tip peeking out, as he panted and wagged his tail restlessly. His sheath bounced between his hind legs as the bulb of his knot swelled inside. “Just a little more, boy,” Jerv said, her tail raised to him. “Just a little more.” She could just barely keep herself from bending over the bed and going at her cunny with both paws. As she bent down to tuck in the sheets under the final corner of the bed, she pointed her bare ass right at Skoll, tail draped down over her crotch. Skoll licked his lips, shaft emerging from his sheath as the sight and the smell drove him wild.

Jerv finished, giving a big sigh of relief, and immediately jumped up on the bed, got on her paws and knees, raised her tail, and spanked her ass. Skoll ran over and hopped up and buried his muzzle in her crotch, pressing in against the strong-smelling, spicy, swollen skin and lapping at her drippy slit. He parted the top and pushed his nose against her vaginal entrance, making her shiver and leak down her lips. His wide, wet, warm tongue slipped down her slit and touched her clit. He lapped and stroked her with his tongue for what seemed like forever to Jerv until her front end collapsed on the bed and she gave in, shaking with heat and moaning desperately as she felt juices keep running out of her clamping insides. Her soaking lips slowly swelled even further and plastered themselves to the sides of her pussy, and her sensitive, pink button, getting teased, pushed its way fully out from under the hood as if begging to be fondled.

Jerv held a pillow over her face down against the bed and squealed into it. “...That's right, Skoll, that's a good boy,” she panted.

Skoll turned his head sideways and lapped faster, making sure his bitch was ready to take him all inside, then hopped up on Jerv's back. Knowing what she was doing from having done this many times before, Jerv spread her legs just wide enough that he'd be able to get in but so that he'd also be able to stand with his hind legs on the outsides of hers. Skoll locked his front legs around Jerv's hips and began thrusting fast, pink shaft slipping out of his sheath and back in as he did, squirting Jerv's butt with pre. Skoll leaned over her back and got his back end closer, aiming for the spot on Jerv's backside where it was softest and hottest. When his tip slipped in between her sloppy pussy lips and down her wet hole, he yipped and pressed forward with all his might, pulling back on Jerv's hips and shoving tool into her. Jerv let out a short, pleasured scream followed by a long moan as her sensitive tunnel got invaded by his slippery-smooth tool. She pushed her back end backwards and kept her back as straight as she could to keep him from jumping off.

Locked into a pattern, his hips rocking against her thighs, Skoll let his tongue hang out and drool onto Jerv's neck as his underside rested heavily on her back. His tail stiffened as his shaft slid out of his sheath with each quick thrust, leaving only his growing knot inside. Jerv shivered as his hot rod slip-slid in and out of her over and over and painted her insides with hot, watery pre. But knowing this was just a tease for the poor wolf, she pushed her front end up and made him dismount. He'd never be able to get it all in her with his knot already so swollen like that. Surprised, Skoll hopped off her and immediately lay down on the bed and licked his rock-hard cock. Jerv sat up on the edge of the bed, legs spread raunchily, wrapped her tail around her front, and held it, breathing hard. It took almost a minute, but Skoll's knot had gone down by more than half, and his shaft had slipped back inside all but the pink tip.

Jerv hugged him, making him stand up again, then eagerly got back into position, leaving a big wet spot soaked into the white sheets where she had been sitting. She raised her tail, making her scent double and displaying her juicy cunny again, the silver fur around her pink flesh all plastered down with damp. Skoll licked her again—but just for a second—before hopping back up and thrusting eagerly. He got back inside right away and made Jerv let out a loud, unhampered moan. He pressed his sheath right up against her opening and stiffened his back legs, hugging Jerv's butt, which he rocked with his fast, feral thrusts. Growling in pleasure, he nipped her neck, making her gasp, and then licked where he had bitten. Jerv's tunnel tried to squeeze down on its invader but couldn't catch it, so the drippy flesh mashed down on itself every time he slipped out of her and churned her sticky love juices.

His swelling knot slipped out of his sheath nicely this time and started to get buried in her as Skoll made fuller thrusts, pulling away a little bit more each time and pushing down against her. His nuts stiffly pulled up all the way between his legs, and his tail started rising. Panting, he struggled to make his thrusts as fast as they had been at the beginning because his knot was swelling up little by little, stretching Jerv and making it hard to pop into her, and out of her, each time. Whining, he grabbed her and humped her hot cunt desperately, needing to fill the moaning and whimpering bitch in heat who was squeezing and drooling all over him. She grit her teeth and clenched on him. Her tummy got all tight as she struggled not to cum before he'd tied her.

With a big, hard thrust, Skoll buried his knot into Jerv and whined loudly, trying to yank it back out as his balls clenched hard. Jerv froze up and gasped loudly, entering her climax with a nice, tight squeeze of her womb, juices flooding into her tunnel as it tried to strain away from Skoll's big shaft and her entrance gripped behind Skoll's big knot, locking him in. As her tunnel clenched and she pumped him in the heat of her amazing cum, Skoll reached his limit and blasted her full of hot wolfie semen, tip poking through her cervix. Jerv shivered as she felt her womb splattered with sticky, hot goo all over the inside. She clamped hard and rippled several more times as he leaked the rest of his seed inside and resumed spurting pre.

He licked her neck. That was wonderful, he thought.

“Yes it was,” breathed Jerv, her hands on his front paws. “Now I can sleep!” About a minute later, she was snoring, clutching a pillow, with Skoll all knotted comfortably inside her.

* * * *

Suel tried to hide his massive erection beneath the bar counter, but there was pretty much nothing he could do about a bulge that big in his loincloth. He had come here thinking the dim lighting and the gentle music playing might calm him not to mention the drinks. He sipped his rum and coke with his right hand while his left rested in his lap, idly stroking his knot. The bartender washed glasses behind the counter, but it was late at night, and Suel was fairly well alone in the place. The only others were a group of skanky-looking nightelves sitting at a table way on the other side of the room where only their mindless babble reached him. He was glad they couldn't see his cock.

And he was pretty sure the one other guy sitting way down at the other end of the bar wouldn't mind. The tauren had an equally stiff one. Red with cream splotches, thick, and bobbing. Shaped kind of like a horse dick but slightly thinner and slightly longer with an upwards curve in the center. Suel tried not to look at it as the world swam before his eyes. Maybe he'd had one too many of these.

“You hate this time of year too?” asked the tauren, slipping into the chair (with no sense of shame) next to Suel before the wolvar could notice. The tauren carried some orange-pink concoction in a fruity glass and wasn't shy about staring at Suel.

“Yeah,” mumbled Suel drunkenly. “Hey, could you try not to stare so much? I don't like that.”

“Sure, sure, sorry,” said the tauren. “Hope I didn't upset you. Some guys do like that. I'm Jeffrey,” he said, stopping the staring but keeping up with the forwardness, which made Suel grimace.

Still, Suel was pretty sure he was too drunk to care about random guys hitting on him. He took his left hand away from his cock, rested his elbow on the bar, and leaned his forehead down on it.

“You look tired,” said Jeffrey after Suel didn't say anything for a while.

“Both my mates are in heat. Not just one but two,” he mumbled.

“Why do you think I'm away on a quest here? No tauren. My wife's in heat all month.”

“You're not gay?” said Suel, turning to look at him.

Jeffrey let out a loud belly laugh, making the group of skanks stop talking for a second and look over. “Fruity drinks and trying to help out a needy 'comrade in arms' does not a gay man make.”

“Sorry,” said Suel, giving his drink a little more nursing while trying to get his mind off of how rock hard he and this tauren unrelatedly were. The bull was wearing a short-sleeved undershirt and burlap shorts, which he'd opened the buttons on the front of to relieve his hardness. He was well built but not overly so, probably somewhat twinky for a tauren, and had a medium-range voice. Add in the body language, and Suel was totally unconvinced he wasn't gay.

Jeffrey laughed again. “What are you worrying about? Go ahead and have another look at me,” he said, noting that Suel already was. “Yeah, thought I could get away from the heat problem. Then I passed by a stable full of talbuks and, bein' across between a ram and a cow, they worked their magic.” He shook his thick meat with a paw. “Can't go soft now no matter what I try.”

Suel lay his head on the bar, starting to get dizzy, and put his drink aside. He didn't really mind if Jeffrey kept talking so long as he didn't have to answer him back. Meh, Suel thought, the guy's a creep, but he seems kind of nice underneath. Could have gotten much worse.

“I'll tell you what you do.”

Suel turned his head to face the tauren. “Mm?”

Jeffrey fished a small scroll out of his pants pocket. “I've already done this once, so I was told to pass it on. This here's a list of ingredients; you can find every one of 'em going south before you hit the Felwood if you know what to look for. In a certain proportion, these plants give off somethin' like a universal pheromone.”

Suel's eyes opened back up, and he sat back up straight. He was much, much more interested in this tauren if he had a quest to give him, especially one of this nature, he had to admit. “Yeah? I'm listening.”

“I don't know how to make the mixture, but there's a herbalist at the temple who does. He's the one that gave me the list in the first place. Now, you bring back as much as you can find of each one of these, and he'll mix up as much as he can for you. You'll have to pay him a fee per vial. You following me so far? I'm telling you about this cause you look like you could use it.”

Suel nodded.

“Alright, so he'll tell you to take the stuff to a certain stablemaster who's been asking for it. Uses it to breed his animals because, when you own a bunch of rare mounts and you manage to get your hands on two of the same kind, you know, you don't want to mess that shit up. Paid enough to get me back to Bloodhoof on a gryphon's back and a nice dinner for me and the misses, and I weren't out there in the forest for more than an hour. And this one was a lot of fun too.” He chuckled. “Got to have my way with his mare. Pretty girl, she was. Beautiful, deep, red coat. Juicy, tight cunt.”

Jeffrey wasn't using the most kosher language, and he wasn't being shy about it. Suel winced, but his cock throbbed.

“Th- that was really dirty just now,” he said.

“Yeah,” said the tauren, grinning.

“I've gotta be getting home,” said Suel.

“You need help out?” asked the tauren.

Jeffrey helped him to the side door, which was closer to the bar, and held open the door to the foyer. The cramped foyer, meant only to provide a token buffer between the sleaze of the bar and the beauty of the outside world, was as dimly lit as the inside and still smelled like smoke. On the other hand, the draft coming in the crack under the heavy door ahead of them was warm, gentle summer night air and washed wonderfully up Suel's body in waves. Along with the looseness from having had too much to drink, all the day's tension went right out of the wolvar's shoulders.

When both Suel and Jeffrey were inside the little room, Jeffrey shut the door to the inside and acted like he was going to slip around Suel and open the door to the outside. Instead, he pushed Suel up against the right wall his his hands wrapped around Suel's sides. The tauren's cock rubbed up against Suel's bare ass as Jeffrey held Suel in place. “Gonna be able to make it home on your own?” Jeffrey said, his snout by Suel's ear. The tauren breathed hard.

“I- I'll be fine,” said Suel, sounding nervous but not making any effort to move. For one, he was too drunk. For another... he hadn't realized how much he'd been longing for that cock to touch him. His own stood stiff in excitement, and he could feel even more blood rushing to it. He pushed back against the tauren, giving in without a struggle. The bull's meat was stiff as a rod and had a creamy-soft texture to the outside. And that curve... Suel panted hard, imagining how far it could go up inside and all the places it could touch him.

“Then let's have our fun before you go.” Jeffrey snorted and grinned as if he'd been expecting it the whole time. He pulled back for a second to drop his shorts, dragging them down off his hips, around his length, then pushing the rest off using his hind hooves without bending down. Pushing back against the wolvar now, he slowly rubbed his member up and down Suel's soft back, thrusting slowly, giving Suel a feel for exactly what he'd be getting. The tauren took his t-shirt off too and leaned forward against Suel's back. His chest and abs were firm, and his fur, while warm and pliable, had the texture of dry straw.

Suel panted hard, wanting it bad now. His cock had been bobbing so much, pushing out what remained of the day's previous ejaculations, that a thick strand of pre mixed with cum drooped from the head of his cock all the way to the ground. Jeffrey reached around Suel's hips and grabbed Suel's knot with his large, warm, strong hand. He squeezed down repeatedly on it like working the bulb of an air pump and forced more pre-cum mixture out of Suel's anxious member. The tauren's smooth member had left a line of pre from the base of Suel's tail all the way up to the middle of Suel's back. Feeling this, Suel threw his fluffy tail to one side and pushed forward and away a little, and Jeffrey used the opportunity to pull back and push the squishy head of his cock against the wolvar's tight, sensitive tailhole.

Suel moaned at the warmth as he felt the bull's thick precum push out of the thick cock against him and get smeared all over his tailhole every time the turgid cock stiffened up. Then Jeffrey leaned forward with his large, right hand covered in brown and golden fur flat against the wall and thrust his member up inside the wolvar without stopping.

“Oh gods!” Suel yelped, suddenly being penetrated—and then, forcing himself to relax as he was taken, “Ohhhhhhh...” Nothing short of having someone's member buried fully inside of you gives you a better idea of exactly how large it is. Now that Jeffrey had stopped moving to let him get used to the size, Suel clamped all over the foot-long cock and continued to moan like a slut.

“Now how about we get you some relief, eh?” grinned Jeffrey, snorting near Suel's ear with the pleasure of his cock stiffening inside a warm, tight cave. As he continued to release pre inside the wolvar to make the ride nice and easy, he slowly jerked Suel's cock, gripping and sliding his powerful hand all the way up from the knot to the head, squeezing both base and tip.

“Oh gods...” moaned Suel again, this time pushing back against the large protrusion inside him. It was stretching his entrance perfectly, with the girth he was always looking for in a male partner, and putting immense pressure on his prostate. His fingers tried to curl as he was pressing his hands against the wall, making his fingers bend and push his palm up. He stood on his tiptoes as the tauren ground into him and stroked the wolverine's throbbing erection. Suel felt a great pressure building early around his crotch, a warm, tight feeling spreading from his knot back through his pubis and hips and ass, then up to his tummy and down to his knees. His legs started quivering, and the tauren stroked him faster, the bovine's large, gentle hand wrapped warmly and tightly around Suel's shaft, pulling and jerking it.

“I'm gonna cum~” Suel groaned weakly, frantically bobbing in the tauren's paw and clenching on the stiff rod in his tailhole. The curve in the underside of it stroked Suel's prostate hard every time it went in and out, each time building the warm feeling that meant his load would be huge. Just as the tingles were getting unbearable, Jeffrey stopped teasing and took his right paw down from the wall and put it on Suel's cock too. He pulled the wolvar back against him and humped fast while pumping the knot hard in his right paw and gripping and stroking the shaft fully from the base up to the head with his left.

Still standing but cradled in the manly tauren's lap leaning back, Suel thrust his hips forward while he clenched all over Jeffrey's rod. Suddenly the warm feeling burst inside him, and he felt his nuts clench hard. As Suel's burning hot load rushed into his cock and he strained to hold back, his cock stiffened more and more and more in Jeffrey's warm paws without losing any tension, and he clamped down and held tight on Jeffrey's cock. Jeffrey held Suel and pounded him, stroking himself off in Suel's hot, clenched pucker, thrusts erratic, then buried himself fully inside and unloaded first.

The tauren's giant meat stiffened up and bobbed inside Suel, releasing a long, hot splort of cum each time it touched the top of Suel's tunnel. Suel grit his teeth and tried even harder to hold back as he shivered through the plush head of the cock rubbing and squirting against what seemed to be his stomach inside. Suel nearly screamed with pleasure, the feeling was so intense, but he kept his mouth shut. The pressured stroking begged him to cum, and he did, relieving himself in great arcs in front of him. It felt like a waterfall rushing out of him that he couldn't stop, he had so much to give. His cock bobbed hard and released semen constantly, on the up- and down swings, like a firehose.

Jeffrey pumped Suel so full that it ran back around the tauren's bone and dripped out of the wolvar's butt. The two stayed huddled together for several minutes after they'd stopped cumming, completely exhausted. Heat had really done it to them, they both thought. Their nuts must have been on overdrive, producing so many huge loads in the same day. The warm breeze from under the door washed over them, allowing Suel, at least, to return to breathing calmly. His eyes started to close.

“Can you make it home alright now?” Jeffrey asked him, still panting, as his cock shrunk and slipped out. He hugged Suel tightly, suddenly full of affection and cute rather than big and strong.

“Y-yeah...” Suel mumbled, and he shakily stood up.

“The barkeep knows where I live. My flight home is tomorrow, but look me up if you're ever in Bloodhoof.”

“Sure... Definitely,” Suel mumbled again, speaking seriously though his eyes were closing. “Who's gonna clean up the mess?”

“Me,” said Jeffrey. “You get along now. Thanks for the good time,” he finished, winking.

Suel smiled, “Mmm,” and Jeffrey smiled back.

The next morning, Suel woke up in his bed next to Jerv with the sun beaming through his window. No hangover, though it was hard to open his eyes. He had no idea how he'd managed to get home. All he remembered was how good it had felt to be taken by a tauren. He even had a souvenir to help him remember for the next week: a fucking sore ass. Woozy, he moaned, rolled back over, and fell right back asleep.