Warmth of the Wilderness

Sorry for any spelling, gramma errors.

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Lunara sat on a squat stool infront of a fire, trying to listen to her father talking about his druidic work, but her mind kept wondering.

The warmth of the fire was nothing compared to the warmth she had felt in the arms of Juroeck, in the arms of a Tauren.

Her mind wondered back to that fraction of a moment, though it seemed like an eternity.

"Come on now my dear... you look like you could use some rest," Maleusu spoke across the fire, "And this one definately does."

Lunara looked down and giggled slightly at the sight of Thorns massive head resting on her fathers lap, sound asleep.

"Are you sure this big softy protects you?" Maleusu said jokingly, knowing full well that Thorn was the fiercest of protectors when need be.

Lunara just smiled and giggled again.

"Come on boy." She said waking thorn up, "Time for bed."

With those words Thorn shot up the two ramps leading to the bed room and jumped right on the foot of the largest bed.

"Well i supose i better go check he isn't in the bed." Lunara said jokingly, "Goodnight father, sleep well." She concluded heading up the ramp.

"Goodnight my child." Maleusu responded.

After a hour or so Lunara lay under the soft covers of the bed, unable to sleep, unable to shake the thoughts of Juroeck.

She longed to be with him again, to be held by him again. All she could think about was his warmth amoung other things.

Forbidden thoughts kept crossing Lunara's mind, thoughts of giving herself completely to a tauren, thoughts she shook away, that she knew they were worng, but thoughts that kept returning.

Her mind kept reliving that split second when she saw the bulge in the taurens crotch.

Eventually despite the voice screaming in her head to resist, she began fantasising about what wonders the taurens clothing concealed. She could see meerly from his arms he was extremely strong, easily capable of lifting her one handed, she could not imagine what his chest must be like, firm and strong.

It was not long before her mind began thinking of other areas on the tauren. She found herself becoming aroused at the thought of how large juroeck's manhood must be.

Lunara felt a growing moistness between her legs, and although everything she was ever told urged her to resist she soon found herself relieving her tension, doing her best to live out some of the fantasies she was having.

'I've got to keep quiet.' Lunara thought to herself as she dove her fingers into herself, biting her lip to prevent any moans escaping.

Slowly she spread her legs, trying her hardest not to disturb the sleeping wolf at the foot of her bed.

And now with extra room, she began sliding her fingers faster and faster into her wet pussy, she wanted him, she need him.

Her fingers were dripping wet as she slid them into herself, her other hand had moved up to cup her breast and pinch her nipple.

Lunara lay there eyes clenched shut, head tilted back as her orgasm filled her body with wonderful sensations.

She had to find him again.

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Juroeck, sat in the cave long after Lunara had left, he sat silent and deep in thought.

After several hours, as it neared midnight Juroeck stood and in a puff of smoke and whisp of green light sank down to the form of a swift cheetah.

Juroeck slowly left the cave, unsure of his exact wereabouts, but after a few moments he found his beerings and set off at reakneck speed toward splintertree post.

If he was right they'd still be there.

Juroeck, now once again in his natural form, stepped past the orc guards at splintertree post with a curtious nod, then proceeded to the inn there.

He sank to his knees before a squat table and began writing a message on parchment, it took longer than he had hoped, but soon enough he sealed the envelope and jotted a name down on the front.

He walked out of the inn to the sight of the huge mechanichal behemoth sitting idle in Splintertree. A goblin traveling market.

The huge engine at the front seemed like it was once an alliance siege engine, but those days were over. It was held together with shoddy welding and metal bars bolted to two pieces holding them together. Attached to the rear of the engine were 6 caravan compartments, each modified as stalls, selling numeous things.

Juroeck beckoned the owner over.

"You're heading to Astrannar, yes?" Juroeck asked in quietly.

Recognising the need for secrecy the goblin saw an opportunity to make money and so obliged the hush tone.

"Yes... why?"

"I need you to hand this to one of the sentinels there, say you picked it up in gadgetzan." Juroeck said handing the sealed envelope to the Goblin.

"Lunara, eh?" The goblin said reading the front of the envelope, "Sure... but... whats in it for me?"

Juroeck handed over a leather stachel, inside were 24 gold coins.

"Deal!" The goblin said swiftly and shook Juroecks hand, "Any sentinel?"

"Yes, any of them."

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Lunara awoke, to the sound of a heavy industrial engine, she looked out the window to see a mechanical monstrosity chugging down the road.

"goblins..." She said.

After a few minutes Lunara was downstairs, and was greeted by a sentinel.

"Your father had to leave early this morning, he appologises and says he will write when he can." The sentinel spoke.

Lunars nodded, she was used to her father upping and disappearing.

"I will probaby head back to Astranaar now." She said picking up her pack.

"Very good." The Sentinel responed.

Lunara left the small camp and the moment she was out of sight set off at a run back the cave.

Upon arriving, Lunara peered into the cave to find it empty, her heart sank.

"Well... i suppose it's for the best... never would've happened anyway." She said backing away and turning towards the road.

Thorn gave a puzzled look, then followed his master.

Lunara arrived at Astrannar and headed right for the hippogryph station, before she could buy a flight however a sentinel ran up to her.

"Young hunter?" The Sentinel said.

Lunara turned to see it was the same sentinel who had given her the letter from her father the day before.

"um... yes?" Lunara responded.

"One of the goblins from the travelling market gave me this, said someone in gadgetzan gave it to him to pass on." The Sentinel explained.

"Um... thankyou." Lunara said taking the envelope, she didn't know anyone in gadgetzan.

"Come on thorn." She said heding for the inn.

Lunara threw herself down into a chair and opened the envelope.

--- Dear Lunara

I wood be very pleased if you wood meat me at the cave again, at sundown.---

Lunara read then noticed that instead of a name at the bottom there was an expertly drawn picture of a cheetah, she chuckled upon realising it appeared to be wearing bandages.

Her heart soared at the thought of seeing him again.

Thoughts raced across her mind, what should she do, what should she wear.

She shook her head, 'What should she wear??' did she really just think that.

She re-read the letter over and over, feeling warm inside and grinning at the spelling mistakes.

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Several hours later, Lunara watched as the sun disappeared behind the stonetalon mountains and she left the main road and headed for the cave entrance.

Even after her first reaction to the idea, she had dressed up slightly, she wished to make herself as appealing as she could.

She wore a long blue low cust dress, she didn't even know if the tauren was interested, but he had writen to her and so she wanted to show off her clevage none the less.

She had brushed her hair, and let it hangdown, framing her face.

Unfortunately Lunara hadn't taken the lanscape into consideration while dressing as the hem of her dress kept catching on bushes and shrubbery.

A smell fo cooking meat flooded Lunaras nostriles and she was reminded how hungry she was, she had spent all day too excited about the prospect of seeing Juroeck again she had forgotten to eat anything.

She finally stepped out onto the relatively smooth surface before the cave entrance t find her dress in tatters, the hem was shredded and there were several gashes further up her legs, at first she thought this was a disaster, but then realised maybe she could use it to her advantage.

She swiftly doubled back and began ripping the dress more, aswell and throwing mud and dirt over it.

After a few minutes she stood, at the cave entrance, the smell of cooking meat inviting her in... aswell as thoughts of other meat.