Always the fool

“Is this seat taken?”

“He he he, not at all, sit down and take a load off.”

“Don’t mind if I do Buck. This place is something else…”

“Yup, hotter’n a day in the field during the summer.”

“You’re such a rube!”

“Hehe, you love my down home ways and you know it.”

“Maybe… maybe not.”

“I can’t quite figure you out Natalya.”

“What’s got your little brain all in a tizzy?”

“You never speak clearly, always hidin behind riddles and subtlety. I sometimes feel like you’re just playing with me for giggles.”

“Awww, don’t worry my big, goofy friend, even you’ll figure it out someday.”

“I hate figurin things out….”

“I’ll give you a hint…” and with that she leaned and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Does that help?”

“Yup, that’ll do…” Buck said, staring at his now empty glass, echoing his past self in the fading moments of the memory. They were in the Molten Core, the two prized warriors of their guild, sitting on a ridge over a lava flow, sharing a cool drink to pass the time. It was the first of many kisses to be shared, and through time, the “hints” would grow.

But for now Buck just sat at the bar, trying to drown his sorrows in whiskey. His search for his former wife having been fruitless thus far. Not a trace of her, nor had anyone seen her around, he could only assume that he was given some bad information. Abner was somewhat reliable, but Natalya had a way with men, and it seems he chose to protect her.

“Barkeep, another”

The orc looked at the great tauren with pensiveness. Buck sat slumped over the bar, his eye bloodshot and drooping, a solitary tear ran down his cheek as he relived tender, painful memories.

“Look bub, you’ve had enough. Just go home and sleep it off.”

”I don’t want to go home, I want another drink.”

“You’re cut off, look at you; you can barely sit in that chair!”

“Damn it! I said give me another!” He barked. A strong hand squeezed his shoulder.

“Maybe you should leave.” The ogre said. “Wouldn’t want to see anyone get hurt.”

Buck staggered out into the cold air, slamming into the wall across from the bar door as his feet failed him. He managed a few more steps before collapsing into a heap on the cold ground, sobbing as he looked at the wedding band in his open palm.

“Why’d ya do it peaches? I only ever loved you…” he cried.

“Buck?! Buck is that you?” came a soft voice.

“Whozzat?” he asked in a slurred voice.

“It’s me, Belinda, from the guild.” The female tauren said as she helped scoop his head up. “I haven’t seen you in weeks! And… Oh my god! What happened to you?!” she said.

“Natalya tried to kill me!” he cried, “Jarrek helped her, they beat me and left me fer dead Belinda!”

“Oh no!” she gasped. “Where are you staying? Let’s get you to a bed!” she said, helping him rise to his feet.

The door to the room swung open and Belinda walked in, half dragging Buck across it, depositing his torso on the bed and then grabbing his feet to complete the transfer. She sat down on the bed near his head, and with a damp cloth, began cleaning his face of the grime from the street.

“Tell me what happened Buck.” She said, as she began to strip him of his clothing.

“What’re you doin’?!” he began to protest.

“Buck, they’re filthy and smell, I’ll take them to the innkeeper to have them washed. Relax! You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before!” she said matter of factly. “Now tell me what happened, why would she try to kill you?”

“I came home and found her in bed with Jarrek.”

“Oh no!” she gasped, covering her mouth. “Go on!”

“I called her a whore and grabbed Jarrek by the throat. I drug him out of the house kicking and screaming and was laying into him when she hit me from behind. I don’t know what happened after that, I woke up in the savannah with her and him standing over me. They beat me for what seemed like forever before he kicked me in the head and knocked me back out.”

“That’s terrible! How could anyone do that?”

“She said she hated me. That she regretted marrying me as I was a selfish, uncaring bastard.”

“Fucking orcs.” She swore, covering her mouth. “Sorry, it’s just they seem so pampered and spoiled to me. Doubt she’d know a good man if she saw one.” Buck smiled weakly, blushing a bit as she stroked his head, running her fingers through his hair. “You know what your problem is sweetie?” Buck shook his head ‘no’. “You strayed away from your kind. No woman can treat a tauren male quite like a tauren female.” She said, leaning down to kiss him full on the lips. Buck was dumbstruck, his eye wide open as he felt her tongue rake across his teeth. Finally he regained his senses and pushed her back, her lips smacking as they parted.

“No. I can’t. It’s too soon!” Buck lamented, his head turning away.

“Come on baby, just relax and let me work my healing magic.” She said, kissing him again, grabbing his hands by the wrist and pinning them to the mattress. Her tongue found his and danced around it. He muffled a protest, but his alcohol riddled body was sleepy and sapped of strength.

“please… don’t…” he whispered weakly as she broke off to trail kisses down his chest.

“Shhhh… it’s ok.” She whispered back. “I won’t hurt you.”

“Nnnn!” he groaned as she kissed the tip of his shaft, fingers curling around it, pumping gently.

“Shhh.” She repeated, over and over, soothing him as she caressed him to full erection. “Belinda’s going to make it all better.” She said as she took him into her mouth, his legs squirming as she fellated him. Her hands cupped his heavy testicles and gently rolled them around. Buck offered no resistance and seemed to resign himself to let her have her way with him, weakly whispering “please” every once and a while as she sucked on his member.

Belinda broke off her oral ministrations and stood beside the bed. Removing her clothes a piece at a time as she eyed Buck’s naked, throbbing manhood with lust. She stood before him completely nude; her breasts were large and covered in luxurious, soft, white fur a stark contrast to the black that covered her back and sides. The white ran down her chest and abdomen, ending just above her mons, which was covered in jet black fur. The pink of her labia barely visible, the fur was slicked down by what could only be the moisture of her arousal.

She got back on the bed and crawled up his body until she was straddling his groin, his erect cock lay on his belly, the lips of her sex rest upon his shaft as she rocked back and forth, slickening it with her juices. Leaning forward, breasts rubbing on his chest deliciously, she panted in his ear. “Now let me show you how a real woman treats a man…” She gripped his cock and rose up, aiming him for penetration. Slowly she lowered herself upon it, savoring in every bit of his length as he filled her. Finally she came to rest upon his groin, her tail swishing over his testes. Placing her hands on his chest, she began to ride him at a slow pace, rising up slowly, feeling him slide from within her, then down, her vessel contracting on him as he pressed against her cervix.

Across the room, the door creaked open. Sarella walked in, a small paper sack full of food in her hand. She stopped dead in her tracks, her hand flying up to cover her mouth, stifling her gasp of shock. She slowly backed out of the room, eyes tearing up a bit as a frown fell over her face. Silently she latched the door close and moved down the hall to her room. Muffled sobs could be heard from behind her door.

Buck meanwhile was fighting a battle of his own. Although he mewed for her to stop, his body was reacting on its own accord. The pheromones of her arousal tickling at the primitive part of his brain, keeping him erect. Though the pleasure her vessel provided was overwhelming, he didn’t want it. But Belinda still rode on, her hips rotating as she humped him, trying to get every bit of him inside.

Buck weakly reached out a hand and grabbed her flank, trying to remove her. Belinda mistook it for a sign of enthusiasm. “That’s it baby. Just hold on tight and let Belinda make you feel like a man again. Just lie back and enjoy the feeling of a real woman, not some spoiled little princess! Earth mother! I should have done this to you years ago, before she sunk her hooks in you. I’ve wanted you for so long and now I have you!” she panted in triumph. Her pace quickened as her orgasm approached, she cupped her breasts in her hands, fingers squeezing her nipples. A high pitch squeal came from her throat as she hit her peak, her eyes shut tight, and her body began to tremble. Her walls pulled and squeezed on Buck’s cock as it laid lodged deep inside her. Buck groaned as his body betrayed him, his hot seed pouring out into the female tauren’s body. Belinda cooed as she felt the heat from deep inside her, running her hands down her belly.

“Yes! That’s a good boy! Breed me like a bull! Fill me up real nice.” She whispered to him. Buck’s head fell back to lie on his pillow, panting. Belinda humped him for a while longer, coaxing as much from Buck as he could give, feeling his member flag and finally fall from her. Belinda stood up and pulled the covers over Buck, planting a kiss on his cheek. “There! All better! Why don’t you just forget about her? There’s plenty of women who’d kill to be at your side.” She said as she ran her finger along her sated slit, gathering some of Buck’s leaking essence to bring it to her mouth, sucking it clean. “I have to go Buck, but remember what I said. And if you ever need some more ‘attention’ you come find me.” She said with a smile as she dressed. Buck lay on his side, facing away from her, tears ran down his cheek as he stared off into space. He whispered “I told you to stop…” as she closed the door behind her.