Snaga and Rea

Okay, full chapter up! Yum yum!

I just hope I did them justice. I'm sleepy right now, so I probably shouldn't be posting it right now. Oh well!

Fawn, my evil plot is working! I will eventually convert you to Horde muhaha! As for the waxing... yeah... no. Hairless cow? Methinks not!

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As they made their way through the windy city of Thunder Bluff, Rea shivered a little, her thin wet dress plastered to her skin. Snaga pulled his cloak out of his bag and wrapped it around her shoulders, the spare fabric dragging for a few feet behind her.

When did I start feelin’ more for the furball? she thought as she followed him wordlessly. Little did she know that he was thinking similarly about her. Her mind wandered back to them meeting in their old guild, how she was in charge of keeping him (and several others) alive while they killed Vashj and he drew the attention of her striders from others. She thought of all the casual conversations they’d had in the taverns of Silvermoon, Shattrath, and more recently Dalaran, how he teased her about being part Orc due to her mannerisms and the astounding amount of food she could eat. Their time together had led to a mutual feeling of respect, then friendship… but when had it become more? Try as she might, she couldn’t pinpoint a definite time.

“Here we are,” he said gruffly, pulling back the flap of a small hide tent tucked away on the edge near one of the bridges, startling her out of her reverie. She stepped inside the humble dwelling, suddenly feeling more nervous than when she was on her first date as a teen (or what her people considered teens, at least). She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, warily watching the large Tauren as he stepped inside, letting the flap close, then moved to sit down near the back wall.

He held out one massive hand to her, which she hesitantly placed her own in, her eyes wide with apprehension as she met his gaze. Wordlessly, he gently pulled her into his lap, unfastening the cloak and dropping it off to the side, wrapped his arms about her, then gently kissed the top of her head, his breath brushing over her sensitive ears, causing them to twitch slightly and her breath to hitch.

Snaga chuckled nervously, his question from earlier about her ears answered. “You’re not doing much talking. Isn’t that what you wanted to do?” he coaxed. She nodded, tilting her head and leaning back to look up at him. “Y-yeah. Jus’ didn’t expect ta be so… nervous ‘bout it. So weird…” He smiled at her reassuringly. “It’s just me. You know you have nothing to fear, Rea.” She swallowed harshly, lowering her eyes momentarily. “I-I know. But I’ve never been… attracted… ta someone n-not… y’know.” He nodded, brushing her hair gently with one hand. “I know. This is different for me, too. But I care about you. Just relax,” he said, cupping her chin and raising it gently until her emerald eyes locked with his once more. Slowly, almost reverently, he lowered his head, kissing her softly. After a few seconds, Rea’s wariness seemed to melt away, and she relaxed into his embrace, kissing him back.

The pair moved as if they were virgins, slow and hesitant, as if they were unsure of the next step. Her small hands trailed up his chest, her fingers tracing the hardened muscles beneath the fabric and fur. His large fingers danced lightly over her ribs, following them towards her spine, then glided along her back tantalizingly. As they slowly explored each other, their breathing quickened. Rea’s mind swam in the sensations she had not experienced in years. Snaga, emboldened by her response, gently ran his tongue along the seal of her lips, requesting entry. Without thinking, she responded in kind, her tongue moving to caress his as the kiss deepened.

Rea instinctively moved her hands towards the laces of his tunic, sliding her fingers beneath to mingle with his fur. My husband didn’t even have a trace of hair on his chest, an’ here I am, enjoying the feel of fur? she pondered disbelievingly. Growling softly against her lips as her gentle touch brushed against a nipple, Snaga moved his hands towards the straps of her dress. By the Earthmother, it’s been so long… I must control myself! I don’t want to scare her or hurt her… Suddenly, Snaga pulled back. “Rea… we, erm, might have a little problem,” he said hesitantly. Blinking, Rea looked up at him questioningly, her mind still lost in a haze of desire. “Huh?” she replied eloquently.

His hands tracing circles gently against the bare skin of her back, he smiled weakly at her. “There’s just the minute issue of size to be considered…” As the fog cleared and his meaning dawned, Rea colored from the tips of her long ears to the neckline of her dress. “Oh! Uh… any suggestions? Th-this is uncharted territory for me.” Still somewhat impaired by the situation, Snaga closed his eyes and took a deep breath, praying to his ancestors for guidance. Rea studied his countenance as he meditated, trying to think of an idea herself, but having difficulty concentrating. Suddenly Snaga smiled and looked down at her.

Reaching for his bags, he pulled out a small vial of green liquid. “Drink this,” he said, handing it to her. “What is it?” she asked as she pulled out the cork. “Elixir of Giant’s Growth,” he replied. “I always carry a few vials for when I visit the orphanage. Just a few drops each normally amuses them for a while.” She chuckled, slinging back the brew, grimacing at the burn and bad taste. “How sweet ah ya,” she said, squeezing her eyes shut as the disorienting effect of growing larger took hold. Shaking her head gently, she glanced around, noticing her face was considerably closer to his, and his hands on her back didn’t seem as big.

Smiling gently at her, Snaga brushed a strand of hair from her face, moving to kiss her once more. It didn’t take long for the pair to catch up to where they were before, their breathing quickening as they more confidently moved their hands over one another. His hands trailed up her back, pausing momentarily to slide the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. Not one to be left behind, Rea deftly undid the ties of his tunic, her hands moving immediately beneath the cloth to roam his broad chest. As her fingers brushed against a nipple, Snaga softly growled his approval before breaking off the kiss.

Rea only had a moment to be confused before she was overcome by the alien sensation of the tip of her ear being surrounded by the heat and moisture of a mouth, his mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through her, her occupied ear tingling as the unencumbered one twitched.

Feeling more brazen by the second, the no longer quite as petite Blood Elf boldly teased one already pebbling male nipple while her other hand slid further down the front of the Tauren, moving to dance along the waistband of his pants. Snaga lightly nipped her ear in response, his hands moving to finish removing the straps of her dress. Gently, almost reverently, his fingers trailed back up her arms, across her shoulders, brushing along her collarbone before trailing towards her now exposed breasts.

Rea gasped as the rough pad of his thumb brushed over the sensitive skin, a soft moan escaping her lips as it passed over her already hardened nipple. His hands whispered across her body, each caress sending a jolt through her. ‘Sif him suckin’ on my ear wasn’t hard enough ta concentrate… bloody hell! her thought was interrupted as he gently tweaked and rolled a nipple between his thumb and index finger expertly.

Finding her desire was increasing at an exponential pace, she moved to fuel his lust to her level, one hand toying with his nipple in a mimicry of what he was doing to her, while her other fingers slipped below the waistband of his pants, following the trail of thicker fur. She traced his equivalent of pubic hair, eliciting a low moan against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

One of Snaga’s hands moved down her taut abdomen and worked to tunnel beneath the pooled top of her dress, brushing along the waist of her panties. Rea squirmed at the touch before massaging the sensitive area just above his member with the tips of her fingers, drawing forth a growl from her lover. It’s been so long… Earthmother help me! he pleaded silently, determined to savor his encounter with the petite firebrand in his lap. She squirmed yet again under his ministrations, the firm orbs of her ass brushing against his swiftly hardening shaft through the layers of fabric.

Reluctantly releasing her ear, Snaga gasped for air, her touch nearly causing him to forget to breathe. “Rea… please, have mercy!” he whispered fiercely, his own hand showing no such restraint as it slipped into her panties and started caressing her mound, his fingers relishing in the feel of the coarse hair. She doesn’t shave… he thought with pleasure. The haze overtook his thoughts once more as she growled a soft “Not a chance” then brazenly brushed against the base of his cock.

He groaned as he fought to maintain control, suddenly fueled by the determination to give as good as he got. Lowering his head, he took the nipple he’d been toying with between his lips, lavishing attention on it while his hand moved to tease its twin. His fingers moved through her bush and between her legs, ghosting over the edges of her already wet folds, biting back a moan of appreciation.

Snaga gasped as the chill night air suddenly washed over his heated flesh and glanced down to find that Rea had exposed him, lowering his pants and underwear in one deft movement. Her fingers whispered over the sensitive skin just beyond the area he truly wanted touched, her nails lightly scraping the insides of his thighs. Beyond any ability to think, Snaga swiftly moved to claim her lips with his own, pulling her into an intense kiss. As their tongues entwined, neither had the head to tease as they had been doing.

She firmly wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, a soft moan of appreciation sounding into his mouth. His eyes rolling beneath their lids in pleasure, his fingers slipped within her slick folds, brushing her nub of pleasure, earning him a squeak and slight jump at the touch. The fingers of her free hand entwined in his mane as she began stroking him erratically, unable to coordinate a more skilled assault. Both quickly found themselves moving at a feverish pitch, driven by the other’s experienced movements and how long it had been for both of them. How very, very long.

A small part of Rea’s mind panicked as her hand continued its path up and down his member, denoting that the size was still rather imposing and likely would have been well beyond the length of her forearm if not for the elixir. The wary voice was inaudible over the torrent of erotic feelings flooding her body, down to her very core. Shaking her head in an attempt to reorganize her thoughts, she slipped out of his lap momentarily, standing on shaky feet before him.

“Anar’alah belore, Snaga! I can’t take anymore ah this!” She gritted as she quickly divested herself of her panties and slinked out of the dress that was already half off her. Her accent gets thicker when she’s aroused. Fascinating, a remnant of his mind managed to notice. He suddenly became obsessed with finding out exactly how thick he could make it get and grasped her by the shoulders, firmly yet gently moving her to lie on her back. Rea squirmed against his hold, yet found she was virtually helpless against his strength. Rather than be concerned with this sudden shift in focus, she realized it was actually arousing her even more than she already was.

Nothing prepared her for his next assault, however. She cried out in thick Thalassian as his large tongue suddenly invaded her nether region, momentarily curling around her clit before plunging deep within her tunnel. She felt every bone in her body melt into nothingness as he continued to explore her core, causing her to twitch with each skilled flick against her more sensitive spots. She continued to babble in broken Thalassian as the pleasure mounted within her, causing a lightheaded feeling. Wait… tha’s not from what he’s doin’! she realized, jerking upright. Snaga tried to pull her back down to no avail.

“Ah hope ya’ve got ah bunch more ah those elixirs,” she said, squeezing her eyes shut as the disorienting sensation began to take hold. He looked up at her questioningly, then caught on to what she meant. Wiping her essence off his chin and mouth with one hand, he stretched to grab his pack from nearby and fished out another green vial, uncorking it and holding it out to her. “Here,” he said, pulling out a few more vials and placing them within easy reach. His focus momentarily diverted from his growing need, a small part of his mind gloated over the thickness of her accent.

She gulped the elixir greedily, thankful that they had managed to avert the problem and she didn’t have to go through the sensation of shrinking then growing once more. Sighing in relief, she slitted open her emerald eyes, taking in the sight of her lover quickly before moving swiftly to reverse the previous roles. Her hands grabbed the waistbands of his pants and underwear and jerked on them roughly, knocking him onto his back as they slid down his legs. Before he could react, she was straddling the middle of his chest, facing away from him.

Earthmother protect me! he thought in the moment before her hot tongue came in contact with the engorged head of his cock, causing his eyes to roll back. Her hands encircled his shaft as her mouth lavished attention on the tip expertly. The scent of her arousal wafted up from her open sex and he moved one large hand towards the tantalizing sight. She gasped and squirmed as one thick finger slid into her already wet tunnel, his thumb swiveling to rub against her clit. “Bloody hell! Fuck the foreplay!” she growled, spinning on his muscled chest to face him, then slid downwards until heated flesh met heated flesh.

As her wet folds rubbed against his length, Snaga reached up and pulled her face down towards his, encouraging her to lie on him as he moved to take her lips in a frenzied kiss. Their hips gyrated against each other for a few more moments before Rea finally slid into position and began to work downwards onto him. As his head stretched her, she moaned throatily into the kiss. She’s so tight, so hot, so very wet! Fuuuuuck…

Rea slid back off him before lowering herself once more, taking a bit more of him within her. Snaga’s hands moved to grasp her hips, encouraging her into a rhythm as she bobbed on his cock. Sooner than either expected, she took his entire length, and both moaned into the kiss as the rhythm paused, allowing her to grow accustomed to his impressive size.

Neither had the patience or desire to wait very long, however, and they soon moved in sync once more. The sounds of their pleasure resonated within the humble dwelling as their pace quickened. Without thinking, Snaga suddenly flipped her onto her back while staying encased within her. He growled as his more primal urges took over and he began to slam into her. Rea writhed beneath him, moaning in between disjointed words of ecstasy, her legs locking around his waist.

Suddenly, without warning, her orgasm crashed over her. A flash of white blinded her as her entire body shook from the force, her tunnel clamping down unmercifully around his member time and time again, a keening wail rising from within. She dug her nails into his forearms as she gasped for breath. Unprepared for the assault, the strength of Rea’s orgasm pushed Snaga over the edge. He roared his release as he pumped into her a final few times, only barely remembering to keep his weight off the smaller form beneath him.

For several moments, the only sound to be heard within the hut was their labored breathing as their racing heartbeats gradually slowed back down. Groaning, Snaga rolled to the side to collapse beside his lover, pulling her into his arms. They lay there for a while, their minds floating back to reality as the post-sex malaise overcame them.

A soft chuckle broke the silence as Snaga looked down at Rea. Her head being jostled by the jolting rise and fall of his chest, she looked up at him. “Wha’s so funny?” she asked. “Weren’t we supposed to be talking? Not that I mind what we did instead…” he said with a grin. She blinked a few times before her brow furrowed with a grimace. “Oh yeah… well, ‘snot like we can’t talk later.” He smiled down at her, gently stroking her hair with one hand. “There will definitely be time to talk later. After sleep,” he replied with a yawn, wrapping his arms around her.

Rea’s head swam as the disorienting sensation once more took hold. “Oh, bloody hell,” she muttered as her form shrank within his embrace. Squirming, she moved back up to her previous position, her head resting in the crook of his arm. He chuckled softly before yawning once more. Rea yawned in response, a feeling of contentment wrapping around her as she drifted off within the arms of her lover. Moments later, Snaga followed suit.