Sagefish a la Crème

Fawnheart: That's what the lore says, and I think I remember it from Warcraft 3 (haven't played it in a few years, though); and we all know how much of a stickler I am as far as the lore's concerned. P.S. She's a pally, not a skank, she didn't grow up in Goldshire (thank god!).

Also, I apologize in advance if this seems rushed or campy... I was fighting off sleep and the spite of my Muses to get this done before all my writing time ran out.

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Itinahua continued to stare, thunderstruck, while the human dug a few flasks of water from her pack and handed one to the fisherman. He took it, still mystified, and watched while she plucked a few more cooked fish from the fire and chewed on them with a calm, easy expression. Knowing that this woman was related to the maddest sonuvvabitch he'd ever met was changing his outlook on a few things in no time at all...
"Were you two close?" he blurted out, realizing just how stupid the question was once it decided to leave his mouth.
Still, Leonora smiled at him. "When I was younger, we'd play together all the time, of course," she explained, "but he'd still come and visit after I was inducted into the Silver Hand. He was always so glad to see I was coming along well, and I must admit, it was nice seeing him so often... I haven't gotten a chance to talk to him since the War, though."
"He's a tough one to get ahold of these days," the tauren admitted. "Still, he must have a good reason. He HAS to."

The fisherman reached over and ruffled the paladin's hair, who giggled and gave a weak push on his massive arm, disturbing the earthen-brown fur right back. When Itinahua pulled his arm back, though, the human slumped onto his side along with it, and when he tried to scoot away, she just wrung an arm around the small of his back and pulled herself closer.
"It still hurts," she muttered in a dejected tone. "I... I can't help it. I don't want to remember, but I ca... can't..."
The human took a moment to steady herself, taking a few deep breaths. "Sorry, Itina. It's just that, whenever I think about what happened then, and my brother, and my friends," she sighed, "I get lonely, and I let it dig at me, and..."
Itinahua cut her off by pulling her closer, into a half-hug. "Shhhh, I know. We all do," he assured her. "We just have to pull together and drive through it. It's all we can do."

Maybe that's why I did it, Leonora thought to herself. It had been a long time since anyone had tried to calm her; most folk simply saw "paladin", and equated that with "self-sufficient bastion of hope and willpower." But the isolation from Stormwind's defense gouged deep holes into her steadfast outer shell, leaving her with feelings of abandonment from the very people they fought to save. It seemed a simple problem, now that she saw it for what it was, but knowing was only part of the solution.
"Leonora?" the tauren mumbled, craning his neck to her side. The woman looked up and saw the fisherman's eyes widen in shock. "Hey, what's wrong?" His free hand moved to her, wiping across her cheeks; she'd been weeping without ever feeling it.
Stunned and embarrassed, the human turned away, but Itinahua turned her back to him, worry creasing his features. Still, she avoided his eyes as best she could.
"Nora," he said again, kicking a fresh wound by using the nickname her brother was so fond of. "Talk to me," he urged with his quiet, caring voice.
"I... I don..." the paladin croaked, shuddering as she turned to him again. "I don't wanna be alone. I hate it, Itina, I can't stand being a... a freak."

She started to sob in earnest now, and the tauren pulled her into an embrace, smoothing her hair back with tender strokes. In all honesty, he wasn't sure why he was doing this; perhaps he truly wanted to calm her, to see her smile again, maybe it was the fact that this was Elrett's little treasured sister, who he'd always praised as being steadfast and kind, or almost anything... well, it surely wasn't the ravings of a lunatic with a quill and far too much time on his hands. The thought of that was just absurd.
The paladin grabbed the front of his shirt and buried her face in it, her frame shaking just a little as she held the worst of her sudden breakdown at bay. The tauren bent a little, quite confused as to why he thought this would work, and planted a kiss on her forehead.
"It's okay," he told her when she looked up, dazed. "If you need me, I'll be right here."
Leonora swallowed hard, matching his gaze. "You mean it?" the managed to squeeze out.
The tauren smiled, nodding. "Every word," he replied.

The human sat for a moment, her scattered brain assembling the fractured puzzle before her. Her brain stitched together a few shards here and there, arranging them in the proper lighting to get a glimpse at the whole picture, then jumped to a decision. She grabbed the collar of his shirt, hauled herself up to her knees, and kissed the tauren full-on, pressing his lips open and sliding her tongue into his mouth. Itinahua was shocked, to say the least, but didn't make much effort to refute or accept her advances.
"Hey... don't go jumping in if you don't think you can handle it," he warned the woman.
"When it comes to the heart," she retorted, "I'm recklessly honest, and honestly reckless. It means a lot when someone helps me, 'cause most anyone doesn't think I need it. No one sees it... but you..."

"Even people who want to be alone need someone to talk to," he said, noting how her breathing had quickened. "I just want to be sure that you're sure about this."
"Well," the paladin said, "let me think..." She titled her head for a handful of seconds, then ground her mailed thighs against the tauren's leg. "Okay, yeah. I'm sure."
Leonora's hands ran down to her waist, releasing the latch on her belt and tugging the mail away from her hips. Though the pants' backing was sewn to the armor, the dun linen shirt she wore extended past the join in her legs, to help keep her from chaffing and stand as one last barrier for prying eyes. The downward motion hit an abrupt halt when logic dictated that close-fitting leggings would not move past her foot gear.
The tauren shifted their combined weight, letting her rest against his upper body and doff her gloves while he removed her boots and leggings. Her armor was soon in a heap near the campfire, glinting in the chaotic light, before being covered by the linen shirt of its owner, soon to be followed by the sky-blue undergarments the the paladin adored.

Itinahua took a moment to regard her figure, which he guessed would be quite alluring to any human who actually saw it outside of the armor. From the short swath of off-blonde hair, to the slightly toned curves, even the somewhat bashful look of want on her face; all of it was having a profound effect on the fisherman, fostering feelings of protectiveness that he was sure a simple human would miss in all the hormones.
She leaned back, supporting herself by grasping the collar of the tauren's shirt, and gave him an alluring gaze, a look of hesitation, shyness, and hints of desperation. He turned his eyes to her breasts, which were ample by her own race's standards, and cupped them both in his hands with ease, rolling his palms on the hardened nipples in slow and deliberate rotations.
She cooed, sighed, and rubbed her folds against the half-grown erection still concealed in the fisherman's trousers ever so slightly, wriggling against him as a smile played along the corners of her mouth. Itinahua felt a familiar warm wetness issue forth from the human, who was now reaching down in an attempt to pull the knot from his drawstring.

The fisherman lifted his lower half enough for Leonora to shimmy his pants away, pawing about until she freed the throbbing appendage, running her hand along the underside as she turned her attention to it.
"Hoo, boy," she muttered, only a little shocked. "You sure you didn't raid to get that thing?"
"Are you kidding?" the tauren shot back. "Most people would try and raid me for it!"
They both chuckled, locking their eyes together, and the human lowered herself onto his length part of the way. Itinahua sucked in a breath just as Leonora gasped, inching down as far as she felt comfortable with before trying to make any sort of rhythm.
The tauren tried to level his breathing, clear his mind, and focus... but that was quite the difficult task with such a beauty riding his manhood, even if she couldn't take all of it. Still, she was unforgivably tight to him, taking charge with a steady tempo that he didn't hesitate to meet, holding her rump with one hand and supporting his weight with the other. The woman arched herself back, giving her lover a chance to latch his mouth onto her breast, lapping at the whole thing with his large tongue, evoking squeaks of delight from her smaller frame.

The sensation was quite a shock for the paladin, at first, but as her juices flowed and her inhibitions melted away, rapture wreathed her brain, blocking out the silly notions of embarrassment, confusion, and indecision that seemed to haunt her. She was, for a short while, at peace with herself, one with the world... and the little slice of heaven that punched into her loins.
Clinging to the tauren's massive shoulder, the human reached her right hand back and down, squeezing the hefty orbs beneath Itinahua's shaft with gentle strength and rolling them around while she bobbed on his cock, earning a full-out groan from the fisherman. The tauren moved his own favored hand away, striking her ass in response, pulling his own smug, triumphant face before it burned away into carnal desire once more.
Leonora began to squeeze her tunnel on her lover's shaft, hoping to milk every drop of seed into herself; judging from the faces Itinahua was making, that wouldn't be an impossible task. She moved her hand away from the tauren's sack, placing the fingers on the bundle of nerves that adorned her pussy and swirling them around, trying to stimulate herself by action, and him by the moan she was emitting.

The tauren's breathing began to grow shallow and erratic, and he tried to pry the paladin from his nethers, but she clung to his chest and shirt, giving him a seductive, passionate look. Then, the human tore free from his cock and shifted her body, laying her back against his chest and grasping the organ with both hands; one around the shaft, stroking urgently, and the other massaging the head with the same fervor.
"What's wrong, big guy?" she muttered with a husky voice, "Don't you wanna cum?"
To emphasize, she licked the fluid from her right hand, tasting what was in store for her. "Come on, Itna. I want it..."
She rubbed the outer lips of her cunt against the base of the tauren's erection, just as the great bull-man began to shudder with the first signs of orgasm. In a flash, Leonora has risen up and planted herself on his tool again, stroking it with her velvet petals and her rough hands, coaxing the cream from him.
Itinahua groaned, the first, powerful blast of semen spraying into the paladin's womb, with the next two flooding her insides so much that it began to leak from her pussy, down the hard spear of meat that was producing it. The human hauled herself off once more, sitting back down on the tauren's lap and angling as much of what remained as possible to her face and chest, letting the warm, pungent liquid slide down her body before licking it from her skin.
This was one of the few times when, somewhere in the recesses of her mind, Leonora would admit she had gotten what she needed.