A big mess

TITLE: A big mess, chapter 3

RATING: Adult++ (just to be sure)

FEEDBACK: Keep it coming :) Please rate my smut!

CHARACTERS: No changes in the cast, though to keep the Taurens apart I'll give them (nick)names so both you and me can easier follow the action. They are Ahanar (from the adventure party), Broken Horn, Dance Partner (the one she first pulled from the crowd), Full Black, Patched Fur and Junior.

STORY CODE: Add Moresome and Oral

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Okay, this is it. My first attempt at writing smut. In the first chapter(s) I wanted it to be kept to a minimum, but I think I've built up enough and now I'm going for it. But first a little flashback since I've just had a marathon session of Lost :P *dives in* (lots of words later) Okay, I'm not nearly done yet but already this part is almost twice as big as the first two chapters were, so I'm going to split them up. Stay tuned for more!

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,,Turgenn!," Elijah cried out as he and his companions ran at the fallen body of the Orc, who moments before was impaled and then flung against a rocky wall by a now-defeated gigantic spider-like creature. Lowell dropped to his knees next to the body of the Shaman and started examining his wounds as Ahanar and Pati looked around to make sure the area was safe.
,,How is he?" the Tauren asked while bandaging a minor cut on his biceps ,,he's not dead, is he?"
Moments that seemed like ages passed before Lowell answered: ,,He still lives and he can be saved. Let's move him to a more comfortable place."
Working together as a well oiled team Ahanar carefully picked up the Orc from the floor and at the same time the sin'dorei rolled out a bedroll on the flattest piece of cavern floor she could find. Elijah conjured up some extra water to replenish Lowell's energy, who quickly unpacked his healing kit and bandages.
,,Looks like the foul Scourge creature's talon missed the vital parts," the Forsaken muttered primarily to himself ,,I'll have to make sure the wound is cleaned well to prevent any nasty after effects."
Elijah nodded at the Tauren and the Blood Elf, and said: ,,We'll watch over Turgenn, you watch our backs."
They both nodded and turned each to one of the passages leading to this room, watching closely for any movement of the Quillboars, or perhaps something worse. It was then the sin'dorei noticed her fellow adventurer had lost some of his possessions in his flight and, while still keeping an eye on the passage, quickly started picking them up. Among them was a little black pouch and not being able to resist her curiousity, she opened it. Raising an eyebrow as she peeked inside, she then produced a handful of the black powder, letting it run through her fingers back into the pouch as she wondered why Turgenn would be carrying around what she thought was gunpowder. Neither he or any of them used a gun, and only Pati had knowledge about making and handling explosives, so why would he have it? It was also unusually fine and had a strange smell, as if he had carefully ground it up and mixed it with herbs.
,,Ah, look and see who is back among us!" Lowell cried out with laughter in his voice as Turgenn moaned loudly.
Startled, the Blood Elf decided to take some of the powder for her lock-breaking explosives. She emptied a fairly large amount of it into a pouch of her own, tucked that into her leather harness and then went to check on her fellow adventurer.

Several hours and a long trek across the grassy plains of Mulgore later, the five of them had arrived in a small village where they were welcomed by the local tribesman.
,,These are nice, good people," Turgenn had said to Pati after he and Ahanar talked with a few of the villagers ,,the chieftain's son has agreed for us to stay here until tomorrow morning."
,,Good, there is no way we could have reached Thunder Bluff today," Pati smiled as she was looking through her backpack.
,,However, in return we were requested to tell our story about the battle against the Quillboars. I'm sure you and Elijah will put up a great act."
The sin'dorei burst out in laughter as she received a wink from the Orc and said: ,,Sure, of course! We'll tell them an epic they'll never forget!"
She then excused herself to go wash her clothes and while she walked towards a well to get some water, she got the idea to use some bright flash powder during the storytelling. There was probably going to be a fire, and she figured she could use some metal shavings for a pretty effect, together with Turgenn's gunpowder for a nice bang. That would surely impress them. She grinned and made a mental note to start mixing as soon as she was cleaned up. But that had to wait as she took a better look inside her backpack and noticed that, one set of underwear excluded, every single piece of clothing she had was either dirty, filthy or both, and that included what she was wearing right now. She could wash it all and in this pleasant weather it would be dry the following morning, but she shivered at the thought of running around almost naked until then.
,,Ah, you need some clothing, dear?" the Tauren woman she had asked for help said ,,I'm afraid we don't have anything in your size."
This didn't surprise Pati as she felt as if she was surrounded by giants. Chuckling, the Tauren looked around in her tent and finally held out a long sheet of white cloth which the sin'dorei recognized immediately as the same fabric her underwear was made of.
,,But... but... I can see right through that!" Pati protested.
,,Yes, yes, I know. You're supposed to wrap it several times around you. Come inside and I'll show you."
A few minutes later she walked out again, wearing a folded robe. Despite the fact she was effectively wearing five layers of cloth, she felt comfortable and not exposed at all, and cheerfully started to wash her clothes when she again found her lingerie. Shrugging, she decided sexy, inappropiate underwear was better than no underwear at all and quickly put it on. The storytelling was about to begin, and she still had to mix the powder.

Now, in hindsight, Pati still didn't realise the true nature of the powder. She did figure out it wasn't gunpowder as there was no bang when she threw it in the fire, but she was too busy telling the story to pay more attention to it. She thought everybody was in the mood for a party when they started playing on their drums and began singing. And surely Ahanar was simply enthousiastic as he jumped up with a drum, only to be joined by the always dance-happy Lowell and Elijah. Some doubt entered her mind as the thought of removing her restrictive clothing so she could dance better found little resistance, but the fact she didn't feel any embarassment when she disrobed washed that away. What happened after that, and what was about to happen right now did have a cause, it was just that the sin'dorei had her mind elsewhere, far away from Turgenn's powder. Her breath was heavy and she felt a red flush on her face as she now was surrounded by six aroused Tauren, all of them with ripping bodies and each of them even heavier endowed than the other. Ahanar, which she considered pretty large already, was actually average in size compared to the rest as she looked around. Even the smallest cock was still as long as her upper leg and thick as her upper arm, while her first dance partner proudly displayed a fully erect member that was nearly one-and-a-half times as long as Ahanar's and so thick she doubted she could fit even both her hands around it. But what they all had in common was that she definately was not built to accept any of them inside her, it would simply not fit. Normally this would worry her, though in a situation like this all her alarm bells would be sounding, but right now she only wondered how she could pleasure these six men. The agression in the tent had evaporated now that they were all naked and only lust remained.

Apparently both sides were a bit unsure on how to proceed, as first the men examined her in silence. They all had experience with a woman but simply never one of another race and were fascinated by her naked body ever since she disrobed. The most obvious difference, next to the fact she was nearly half as tall as they were, was that she had no fur at all. Except for the golden locks hanging down from the top of her head, and her eyebrows there wasn't a single hair to be spotted anywhere else on the body. Her breasts were smaller than a Tauren cow's udders, though in proportion they'd probably be about the same size, but also less influenced by gravity while her nipples almost looked miniscule. The lack of a tail, hooves and horns was largely overlooked and though they also quickly concluded there was a size problem they didn't seem to care to listen to that reason. Their noses started sniffing as the fragrance of the sweet incense ignited by one of the clansmen earlier drifted away and the smell of an aroused woman filled the air, being somewhat similar but curiously different than that of one of their own kind. One of the men, who some years ago must have lost half of one of his horns, took her arm and started sniffing it, inhaling deeply through his nose and experiencing her smell. Though she had washed herself clean before the event, the dancing and arousement had made her sweat and the salty liquid covered her skin like a thin film. After a few sniffs the Tauren opened his mouth and carefully ran his tongue from the back of her hand to her elbow, causing a slight giggle. He took a second to savour the taste then again with the utmost care did it a second time. Sweat was not unfamiliar to the Tauren, but that of the sin'dorei both smelled and tasted differently, and the act of being able to lick it from bare skin was something unheard among them for obvious reasons. As Broken Horn began his second run, two others also stepped closer and started sniffing.

Like the Taurens, the Blood Elf was experiencing something completely new. No man of her own kind would ever take the time to elaborately examine her scent, except as a stupid excuse to come close and smell her perfume, and neither would one of them use his tongue in that way. A tongue which was even bigger than her own hands, no less, and despite its rougher texture felt pleasant to the touch, even tickling her as she felt it against her elbow. A tribesman with black fur took her other arm while one with patched fur stood behind her, close enough to feel the warmth of his cock radiate on the skin of her lower back, and started sniffing her shoulders and neck. The odd, cold wetness of their snouts made her gasp as it made contact with her hot skin, but quickly turned into a moan as her other arm received a lick too. But nothing could compare what she felt as Patched Fur ran the tip of his tongue from her shoulder across the side of her neck to just at the base of her skull, right below her ear. She inhaled sharply and a soft cry escaped her mouth as for a split-second her legs became weak and what was a small, pleasant feeling in her abdomen suddenly turned several times larger. Surprised, the three of them stopped licking to see if anything was wrong.
,,Oh, please go on! Don't stop now!" she mistakingly said in her own language ,,Please!"
For one heavy breath she looked at the puzzled faces of the men, realized her mistake and quickly repeated it in Orcish then eagerly awaited the touch of their tongues.

The youngest-looking of the men stepped forward to stand right in front of Pati and knelt down to look at her belly. Unlike Tauren cows, this area was largely flat and like the rest of her body completely smooth. As she was almost panting, her navel was being pushed in and out in an almost hypnotic pattern which increased slightly when the other men resumed their licking. A small sigh of surprise escaped from her mound as his snout touched her abdomen, then she seemed to relax a little bit but inhaled sharply again as the tip of his tongue made contact with her navel. Ahanar and the remaining Tauren stayed at a distance, far too fascinated at Pati's reactions to think about joining in. She was so incredibly different from their own women it was no wonder they were surprised and wanted to see what happened when she pulled Broken Horn closer and pressed her lips to his. They were familiar with kissing, but Broken Horn widened his eyes in surprise when she felt her tongue being pressed in her mouth, met his and furiously began wrestling it. At first he didn't understand, then he tried to wrestle back and was happy to find out he actually liked the experience, becoming even more aroused. Meanwhile Junior, who had gone back to licking, ran his tongue across the bottom of her breasts and was again rewarded with a satisfied sigh. He was curious how hers would compare to the udders of his mate.

Pati felt slightly clumsy as she was kissing Broken Horn, it was very odd to do with somebody so different for the first time. The unease she had made her remind of back when she was very young and tried kissing with a sin'dorei man. That was a long time ago in a place far from this, but instantly she felt as if she was a teenager experimenting with herself and somebody she was completely unfamiliar with. Like then, she had no idea what would happen, no idea if she would like it, no idea what his response would be but in both cases she was glad to have done it. The awkwardness was soon gone, evaporated by her burning passion as her tongue moved around with even more enthousiasm, and her hand moved down from his chest to his abdomen and from there to his rigid cock. A deep, approving groan came from Broken Horn as she put his hand on its head, which was about as big as human's balled fist, and was met by a warm, wet and sticky sensation. As Junior began licking her nipples she moaned into Broken Horn's mouth, tried as best as she could to put her fingers around his shaft and softly moved her hand up and down. She increased the pace as Full Black abandoned her arm and went for her other breast, freeing up that hand which went to Patched Fur's cock. By now the sin'dorei had lost herself as having her bosom not only licked but also cupped and kneaded by a pair of giant tongues gave her a sensation she didn't even know existed.

Broken Horn and Patched Fur grunted as they were being jacked off while Junior became more and more distracted by an increasing scent coming lower from the Blood Elf's body. Curiosly, he decided to take a closer look and grabbed her by the buttocks to lift her in the air. The others shot him a few looks and helped out, eventually holding the light-as-a-feather woman almost horizontal with minimal effort while Junior took her ankles and gently spread her legs, again kneeling to get a better look. Much as he had expected she was wet until the point of almost dripping and she was slightly gyrating her hips in anticipation for what was coming. No sniffing was needed as everybody present could smell her raw hunger for lust, so Junior's tongue moved forward and made contact, lapping up some of her juices. She squealed and shuddered, as if releasing some tension, and Junior thought he saw her become even wetter. Liking her taste he continued licking slowly upwards, making her shudder even more everytime he touched her most sensitive spot, each time it becoming more uncontrollable and her moaning louder. Careful of his horns she wrapped her legs around his head to keep him pushed against herself, this hold as well becoming tighter with each lick. By now she had stopped the kiss with Broken Horn to be able to moan and squeal loudly, and the fact she was saying all kinds of encouraging sounding things, which exact meanings were unfortunately lost on the men since she was again talking in Thalassian, drove Junior to continue using his tongue. Soon she had turned to screaming at a quickly increasing pace until she let out a loud cry and her entire body buckled in pleasure with so much vigor that even though he was taller and stronger than her, and she had his legs locked firmly around his head, he still had troubles keeping her in place while he kept licking up even more of her juice as she rocked in rapture. She was able to keep it up for just a few counts but then, in a completely different tone of voice, yelled something repeatedly. Again this was in Thalassian, but Junior didn't respond until he heard her say the Orcish words for "Please" and "Stop."

He quickly pulled his mouth away from her and the six of them watched once more fascinated as Pati lay on their hands, out of breath, blushing fully and the occasional spasm sent through her body. The men nodded at eachother and decided silently it was wise for her sake to take a short pause.