Shaman Training

Hroun Earthborn crossed his massive arms over his chest, looking up at the great coliseum of the Argent Crusade in silence. Banners flying high atop poles and the lances of hippogriff riding crusaders caught the arctic wind to snap and stream through the air. The grand new structure was full, bearing witness to a fierce competition between heroes of the Alliance and the Horde. An attempt to build grudging respect and camaraderie disguised as a mere test of skill and power. In the stalls around the coliseum itself, vendors sold their wares, people of the many races of Azeroth moving from stall to stall. In the training rings in the outer area, young crusaders and aspiring champions trained diligently.

Hroun stroked the braid of dark hair that came from his chin, his three fingered hand huge and powerful. Everything about him communicated power. From his massive height, just over 8 feet, to his broad bodied strong build, his thick and muscled arms and legs, the clean, cloven hooves of his feet, the long and straight horns that jutted from either side of his head, the massive lump of muscle along his back and shoulders that made he and every tauren male look as though they were slouching, even his tail was long and proud, the bushy end flicking absently at the frosty ground. His fur was black, save for a few lighter spots of charcoal grey. His mane had been gathered and woven into two long braids that fell down his chest on either side of his head. A brass ring gleamed dully in his nose, and his eyes were a deep wine red. He was clad in cunningly wrought mail armor that clinked softly with him movements, the metal stretched over his brawny frame in a snug fit. A great shield was strapped to his back and an ornate, faintly glowing mace hung from his belt.

He shifted his shoulders. He understood the purpose of this place and believed in it. He even competed himself and had accomplished many tasks on behalf of the crusade, even been made a crusader himself. But this was not the kind of place he’d have chosen for the reason he’d been called forth by his old friend. Hroun looked down, “I do not understand why we are here. What does training a new shaman have to do with the tournament? It should be done in a more serene place than this.”

His companion was a lean and thin blood elf woman, her hair a golden blond, her figure willowy and svelte. She wore robes of dark cloth that seemed at odds with the holy power she wielded. “We have to meet them here. To avoid any…unpleasantness that could arise from meeting in another location. In case anyone panicked before we could talk.”

The great shaman was about to question that statement, when he heard a voice call out, “Larissia!” He looked over his companion as she turned and waved in the direction of the voice. The tauren inhaled sharply and his eyes narrowed. Stomping their way was a draenei man, tall and strong, almost as big as Hroun himself. His skin was a deep blue, his hooves large and strong, twin horns jutting up and forward from his forehead, a pair of tendrils that were almost as long as his chest grew from his chin. He was clad in armor of gleaming metal plates and bore a huge, crushing hammer. “I am glad to see you,” he said, speaking to the lovely elf. He looked up at Hroun, “This is him, eh?”

The tauren did not return the draenei’s easy smile. This was most unusual. “This is my new student? I do not think it-“

“Not him, ye meat wall!” The tauren blinked as a new, female voice spoke up. The voice was fiery and rich and came from around his waist. “Me! Down here! An’ I’ll tell ye now, best be considerin’ where my target zone is before ye start in wi’ the short jokes.” He looked down and blinked again. Staring up at him was a dwarf woman; and quite a woman at that. Her face was beautiful, carved and well formed as it by a master craftsman. Blue eyes with seemed to burn with an internal fire looked up at him without fear and a hint of challenge in them. Her hair was the color of fire, a blazing mass wrangled into two long braids that went down her back almost to her ass. She was buxom; her chest ample, high, and seeming to defy gravity as her breasts jutted forth from her body. Her ass was ripe and plush, large and sweet. She wore tight leathers that hugged her body, displaying her features well. “I’m th’ one who’s here to be learnin’ how to be a shaman. My name’s Anya Ironpounder.”

Hroun stared. That would explain why they were meeting here. The magics of this place kept violence from breaking out and allowed all within its bounds to speak to one another regardless of language impediments. “But why a dwarf?”

The draenei shook his head, “We do not know all of the answer. But our leader, the Prophet Velen, had a vision recently. In it, he foresaw that a great danger would rise up from within Azeroth and that to fight it; all of the world’s peoples would need to take steps to improve themselves. He remembers clearly in the vision, seeing a dwarf using totems as a shaman.”

Before Hroun could speak, Larissia broke in, “The Aldor reported that the Naaru have said something along the same lines.” She looked up at the big tauren with a wink, “Besides, you’re always saying that the Alliance needs to respect the earth more. What better way to ensure it than to teach it to them yourself?”

Anya spread her hands wide, “My people have learned a lot about where we came from in th’ last few years, an’ all of it says we used t’ be of the earth itself. A lot of us want t’ honor tha’ heritage now tha’ we know about it. Seems like becomin’ a shaman, teachin’ others after I do, is th’ best way t’ do it.” The busty redhead looked up at the tauren, “An’ seein’ as yer folk an’ mine are both made t’ live on Azeroth by the Titans, I thought it’d be best t’ learn from a tauren. My friend here thought he knew someone who could help, so here we are.” She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up and together as she did so. “So. It’s up t’ ye now. Ye either want t’ train me or ye dinnae. If ye do, then let’s get started, if not, then fine, I’ll find someone else. But make a decision.”

The tauren considered her a moment. She was a novice adventurer, not even started out on the path she’d chosen. He was far stronger than her in his magic, and physically as well, but she was standing her ground against him with resolve and courage. “Your people may be of the earth, but it is fire I see most in you, Anya Ironpounder.” He closed his eyes and nodded. “It is always good to have more who listen to the spirits than fewer. I agree.”

“Great!” The dwarf woman grinned, reaching out to clap him on the thigh, since she couldn’t reach his shoulder. He felt a tingle rush through him at that touch. “Ye won’t regret it. An’ don’t worry about doin’ it here, we can go anywhere ye want.” She reached to her neck and pulled up a shining chain from around it. A pendant set with a glowing stone emerged from her tunic. “This here has th’ same enchantment on it tha’ some of th’ blocks around here do. Not enough t’ keep us from fightin’, but enough so we can talk.”

“Useful. But you will learn that there are ways of speaking that do not involve words.”

She chuckled, “Oh, I know a few o’ those already.” She winked up at him, “Think I’ll enjoy this trainin’ more than I thought.”

Hroun blinked, blushing beneath his fur though only he knew it, and then chuckled as well. “Good!” The thought of them both “enjoying the training” was appealing. It was so strange that he’d find her this alluring. Not that she wasn’t lush and pretty, but she was just so small. “Then we will not have to deal with that natural blockage to your energy.” It was Anya’s turn to blink and blush. “One must be open in all ways to the spirits, you see.” He turned then, gesturing for her to follow. “Let us go and find a more suitable place.”

Anya waved at the draenei paladin as she ran after Hroun. He raised a hand in salute, watching her go. The lithe blood elf moved to stand beside him and watch as well. After a few moments, she looked sideways at him, a naughty smile on her delicate lips. “So. Back to Aldor Rise to celebrate?”

The brawny alien grinned as he turned to the elven beauty, “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”


They traveled Azeroth over the next several weeks often pausing in one place for a few days for Hroun to illustrate one point of her training or another. He found Anya to be a good student, mentally agile, dedicated, and eager. She had many of the qualities of his best tauren students. She also had qualities that were very new to him.

His people were stoic and quiet. Dwarves, apparently, were not. Anya spoke her mind and heart and made no bones about it. It was frustrating when she would argue with him over things he considered inarguable, but it was also extremely endearing such as when she’d hug him as they were settling down at night and whisper her thanks for all he’d done. Tauren were introspective, yet Anya preferred to talk through what he taught her and work her way through it verbally. He was unprepared for the joyous hedonism of dwarf culture. She made jokes about drinking and sex and many of her stories began or ended with one of the two acts or both. Much of the time he thought that she was actually flirting with him with her sexual talk and jokes, but that was surely just the ego of an old bull talking.

Anya was jolting at first, but he soon began to see how the lust for life her people had was rooted in their origins as elemental creatures and how it would be a boon to her shamanic studies. As the thoughtful shaman instructed his young charge, he grew to see the dwarf drive both for craftsmanship and archeology as outgrowths of the same underlying origin as their vivacious nature. There were creatures of the earth as creator. Creating objects was a natural outgrowth of that inclination, as was the drive to discover the truth of the creation of themselves and the world. Even their enjoyment of the earthier parts of life was due to those acts often leading to the creation of life itself.

The night before her first true test as a shaman, he voiced this theory to her. They were camped out in Dun Morogh, in a small, out of the way, abandoned house in the snowy hills across from Helm’s Bed Lake. It was easily made habitable and provided excellent shelter, though Anya complained of not being able to go into a town and get something to drink that didn’t come out of a wineskin.

She listened as he outlined the theory, nodding every so often as she ran a comb through the unbraided glory of her red hair. She was unusually quiet throughout and spoke only once he had finished. “Been thinkin’ on that a long time now, haven’t ye?” She smiled, “It fits pretty well, all things considered. ‘Cept fer one thing.” She looked at him over one shoulder and winked, “We dinnae fuck so much t’ make life, we do it ‘cause it’s fun.” Her smile became a grin as he sighed, “Come on now, ye do know tha’, right? Tha’ it’s fun?” The dwarf stood up, her hands on her hips, looking at her mentor. “Maybe I’ll have t’ do some teachin’ of my own then.”

Hroun grimaced, though it wasn’t as genuine as he might have liked it to be. “Careful, Anya. Mess with the bull and you get the horns.” If he wasn’t her teacher, he’d show her exactly what kind of fun he liked. Had he actually just thought that? The shaman was sitting on the floor and he looked away from her for a moment. He knew he was attracted to the young woman, but for that…

The shaman in training giggled, “Well, tha’s not th’ part ye use, but I like yer attitude.” She put her hands behind her back, feigning a demure expression, “It’s a busy day t’morrow, so maybe we should jus’ skip th’ messin’ an’ get right t’ th’ part where I get yer horn, Elder Hroun.”

The older tauren shook his head. Earthmother, she was a tease. “But you will need all your strength tomorrow, so it would be best not to wear you out,” he countered. She huffed, a pouting expression on her young face. He held up a hand to forestall her rebuttal, “I know you wish to say something about being able to take it all and, well, that is not the point. The point is that you will need all your resources for when you come before the Earth Spirit. It will judge your strength, so it would be best for you to sleep now and be at your strongest.”

Anya nodded, reaching up gather her hair up again, pulling it into two enormous buns and loosely pinning it into place. “Aye, I know. I was jus’ playin’. Partly.” She sighed, not for the first time letting her nerves show. “Hroun, what if I dinnae do it? What if th’ spirit rejects me?”

The big tauren smiled, remembering how nervous he had been years ago when he had been asked to do this task. “It will not. It takes many years to get to this point, but you are ready, Anya. You will succeed and come back to me tomorrow a shaman.” She crossed the room to him and hugged him, her small face buried in his shoulder. He lifted a large hand to pat her back. He tried to ignore the feeling of her warmth so close to him, of the way her large, firm breasts pillowed against his chest.

Anya cracked an eye and looked down to note the slight bulge in her mentor’s mail kilt. She grinned, leaning forward to rub her breasts against him a bit more firmly.




Hroun Earthborn let out a breath; the exhalation steaming in the cold air as snow fell in the cold mountain foothills. There was a clear furrow around the small abandoned house that he and Anya had made into their home here in Dun Morogh; one made by the relentless pacing of his mighty hooves. She was late. It was true that there was no time limit on a spirit trial, nor had they arranged a time for her to return. Nevertheless, he felt as though it had taken too long. Perhaps he had been wrong. It often took many months, some even took years, to reach the point to be ready to meet with an elemental spirit and receive its blessing. Perhaps he had judged her ready too soon. Yet he had been so sure. For perhaps the hundredth time, he raised his head and gazed out over the snowy landscape; straining his eyes to try and catch sight of his flame haired charge returning. He let out another steamy breath and turned around to head back into the small dwarf style house.

“Hroun!” He stopped in mid-step, jerking upright. “Hroun!” The voice was from a distance but it was definitely Anya’s. He turned and let out a sigh of relief. She was running across the frozen lake, small in the distance, her bright red hair standing out clearly against the white. She waved a few times until he raised a massive hand in response and then settled into running seriously. A few minutes later she came dashing up to the house. Her face was shining with triumph, split by a beaming smile that cut through the growing twilight of the day. Her flaming hair was a bit mussed, stray hairs sticking out here and there. Her clothing was askew and torn in places. “I did it! Look!” She raised her hands over her head, her braids flying as she summoned the elemental power of earth. A totem of metal and stone burst into being, green light flickering around it as it fortified her skin and hardened her flesh against harm.

The tauren bent down to examine the totem. It was fully complete; with a simple, elegant, and strong design. “Congratulations, Anya Ironpounder,” he said as he straightened, a smile crossing his face, “shaman of the dwarf race.”

She laughed brightly and then let out a whoop as she leaped into the air to wrap her arms around his neck in a fierce hug, “A shaman! I really am! An’ all because of you, you big, beautiful, beefy man!” She kissed his cheek once. Then a second time. Then she shrugged and began to cover his face with kisses.

Hroun laughed as well, flushing a bit under his fur. Her kisses were sweet and warm and her lush young body was pressed quite hard against him, making him very aware of her ample curves. He lifted a hand under her ass, taking hold to support her, which made her squeal, “Let us get inside out of the chill and you can tell me about it while we eat the victory feast I have prepared.”

“Victory feast?” She looked down as he entered the house, bending low to get through the door and closing it firmly behind him. “Light!” There were several roasted fish, several sides of ribs, and a set of deliciously smelling seasoned wolf steaks. She gave him a squeeze, “Ye big sweetheart.”

The two shamans sat down, tucking into the food. Hroun watched more than he ate and noted that the dwarf girl was eating as though she’d exerted herself quite a bit. His own call of earth had been mentally and spiritually astounding but it hadn’t been tiring or physical in any way, really. His eyes also lingered on her mussed hair and rumpled garments. What had taken place since she left him? The older male cleared his throat, “Tell me now, young Anya, what took place? You were gone far longer than I expected.”

The busty dwarf took a deep drink from a skin of mead and wiped her mouth on a sleeve, “Aye, I’m sorry I worried ye. It went pretty simple at first. Like ye said, I got th’ voodoo junk from the Frostmanes an’ made th’ sapta from it. Then I went gulped it down an’ followed the call of the earth to find the local spirit.” Her eyes went a bit distant as she leaned back in her chair. “I could feel a pull an’ I heard my name bein’ called but like it was just out o’ hearin’.” She shook her head, “Anyway, I followed th’ call pretty far south, almost out o’ Dun Morogh and inta th’ Searing Gorge. It was a lot warmer down there, I even started t’ get a bit sweaty wi’ climbin’ an’ all.” She shrugged and lifted a hand to tug on the neckline of the leather vest she wore as if she was feeling the same heat now. “I came out in this little vale an’ there it was. Th’ spirit was huge, bigger than ye even, an’ I could feel th’ power just…pourin’ off of him.”

Hroun nodded. “It can be very striking the first time you are in the presence of such an entity.” He paused then. “Why did you call it ‘him’ though?”

“Getting to it,” she promised. “So I walk up t’ th’ spirit an’ I bow, tellin’ him why I sought him out an’ tha’ my people wanted t’ walk wi’ th’ spirits again an’ follow th’ earth now tha’ we knew th’ truth about our origins an’ all.” She sighed, “An’ then he says somethin’ about it bein’ a while since we who were earthen blah blah blah an’ tha’ he’s nae sure we’ve th’ dedication since we forgot once already. So I asked what I could do t’ prove myself an’ tha’s when he showed me his cock.”

Hroun coughed and tried to speak all at once, resulting in him choking on a large hunk of wolf. Anya nodded, “I know, right?” The tauren pounded himself on the chest hard several times, finally clearing the blockage. His student went on with a shrug, “Never saw one like it before, I’ll say tha’. It was rock an’ th’ veins in it were silver an’ gold. I touched it an’ it wasnae cold like I thought it’d be, but warm an’ hard as…well, guess tha’s obvious.”

The older shaman had recovered enough at this point to speak. “An elemental spirit manifested a phallus?” He’d never heard of such a thing.

“Sure did.” She shrugged again, “Kind o’ flatterin’ really, I mean, I’ve gotten tha’ reaction before but never from a rock creature. Anyway, it seemed t’ like it when I touched it, so I decided t’ give th’ old boy a good time.” She smiled a little, shifting in her seat. “I opened wide an’ started t’ suck on it, strokin’ wi’ my hands at th’ same time.”

Hroun felt his own manhood stir as she spoke, his mind’s eye supplying what it may have looked like. “You gave the earth spirit a…a blow job?” This was…it was simply incredible. Impossible, he’d have thought.

“Aye, an’ he liked it, I can tell ye! Started pawing my tits too so I took off my shirt an’ I tell ye, tha’ spirit’s a breast man an’ no mistake.” She grinned, “Must have been a long time since he got his rocks off too, ‘cause it wasn’t long before he tensed up an’ there was a little earthquake in th’ area right before-“

“The spirit came?” Hroun was leaning over the table, his eyes incredulous.

“An’ not a little either! I swallowed what I could, but it spurted out onto my tits an’ down my chin. It was green, like Nature magic, an’ warm and it kind of sank into my skin after a few seconds.” She sighed, “Felt wonderful…haven’t had any action since we started travelin’ together, which is a shame, so I’d been missin’ tha’ feelin’.”

He wasn’t sure what part of her story so far was bringing him up short as she paused, obviously expecting a reply. The actual events or the fact that she’d just hinted that she wanted to do something similar with him. Either way, his member was swelling with hunger more every moment that passed. “I…see.”

“So I asked if tha’ was enough, an’ he said yes…but he was still hard an’ he sounded a little dejected. So I pulled down my pants an’ bent over an’ told him t’ give me more o’ tha’ magic.” She let out an appreciative breath, “An’ damn, but did he ever! Light, I thought I might split in two when he shoved tha’ monster in me but oh, did it ever feel fuckin’ good!” Just thinking about it made her want more. That hot, hard thing inside her, pumping in and out and filling her up so good. She looked over at Hroun. He was breathing a little harder and the way he was looking at her made her think that maybe she’d get more after all. “Jus’ kept fillin’ my tight cunt up with his hard cock, over an’ over, gropin’ my tits and slappin’ my ass. I came all over his big dick before he blew his load in me.” And what a feeling that had been! Elemental earth magic spurting into her womb, running down her thighs, seeping into her very being. “Then I remembered what ye said about th’ Rule o’ Three in nature an’ magic an’ all.”

The tauren gaped at her a moment. “You didn’t…”

She nodded, “I did. He cast some kind of spell on me an’ just…I done it in th’ back door before but it took a lot longer t’ loosen it up an’ be safe, but whatever magic he used did th’ trick.” She shook her head and licked her lips, “He just cast it an’ then pushed tha’ big, long rod right into my ass…Light, felt so fuckin’ full I cannae describe it!”

Hroun shifted in place as his growing erection brushed against his armor. “And did the spirit, ah…”

“He did! Pulled out this time though an’ gave me a cum shower like I never had before! Hot, thick, sticky jizz just got all over me…” She licked her lips again and sighed, “Hell of a spiritual experience.”

“Indeed.” The older tauren took a long, deep drink of dwarven stout. The tall stein had been full when he started but it was empty when he set it down. “Your ordeal may have been…unusual but even so, you deserve to celebrate.”

“It weren’t no ordeal, I know folk who’d pay good money fer tha’ kind of thing.” Anya grinned, “Hell, I been paid tha’ kind of money fer tha’ kind of thing. S’how I made a living before this shaman business came up.”

Hroun could not be hearing this right. “You were a…a whore?” Thinking of her on the streets, selling herself, strange men and dwarves and night elves and gnomes plundering her lush body…Earthmother, that was hot. It was wrong to think so but the images that filled his mind’s eye were simply too erotic to ignore.

She nodded, “No. But ye liked thinkin’ I was, right?” Anya took a deep breath and got up, using the chair to step up onto the table and approach him. “Ye liked thinkin’ about me getting’ fucked, jus’ like ye enjoyed hearin’ about what th’ spirit did t’ me. An’ we both know why.” The busty dwarf stood in front of him; with him sitting on the floor and her standing on the table, she had a slight height advantage over him. Her hands went to the laces of her tunic and began to undo them. “I want ye t’ fuck me. Fuck me deep an’ hard with yer big tauren cock until I can’t walk straight.” The lacings grew loose and she gripped the sides of the leather garment. “An’ ye want t’ do it.”

She tugged the tunic open and slid it off her shoulders. Her breasts were round globes that strained against the leather and cloth harness that held them. She reached back and with a few quick, practiced motions the harness came loose. Her breasts bounced free as she pulled it down her arms and tossed it aside. Her tits were large, almost bigger than her head, round and shapely. The grand mountains of flesh stood proudly, not sagging or dipping in the least, high and pert. Her nipples were an earthy brown against the pink flesh of her bosom, already hardening. She cupped her tits and pressed them together, she lifted them, flicking her fingers over the nipples, toying with her ripeness. “Like ‘em?”

“I do,” Hroun breathed. “Earthmother forgive me, but…I do want this.” He reached up and took hold of her breasts, one soft, plush tit in each large hand. “Anya…these are magnificent.” He gave them a gentle squeeze and she moaned. “More than I imagined.” He pressed her nipples and rubbed them with his thumbs, his fingers rolling and kneading her tits.

“Imagined, ye say? Ye thought about my tits, did ye?” She grinned wickedly, “Ye-ohhhh…shoulda’ said somethin’ an’ we could ha’ done this sooner, mmm.” Her smaller hands reached out to grab his wrists and press his hands forward, mashing her tits into his hands and against her chest. “Light, feels good. Ye got such strong, warm hands.”

The tauren licked his lips and leaned in, his long, pink tongue washing over the surface of one breast, making her gasp and giggle softly. He chuckled low in his throat and slipped his hands under her tits to cup and left her breasts while licking them, bathing them with his tongue. Her skin glistened from his saliva and she whimpered and cooed at the sensation as he tasted her tits again and again. “Spent all my time thinkin’ about yer other big muscle,” she said, wriggling in his grasp, “never thought about what yer tongue could do.”

Hroun laughed, “You’ll learn about both. Time for the day’s lesson, novice.” He released her breasts and stood up, towering over a foot above her even with her standing on the table. “Bear your body. Let us both be as nature intended.” He began to work his armor, for the first time cursing how well in enveloped and protected him. The mail jingled and clashes as he shed it, letting it lie where it fell, growing impatient wanting to show his body to his student and soon to be lover.

She had not been idle. Her leather boots had gone flying to opposite sides of the room and her trousers had landed against the door. She wore no panties beneath, the ruined and torn cloth had been left behind with the earth spirit. Her pussy was still gaping slightly from the elemental’s massive rod, pink and wet with her arousal. She reached down with one hand as the broad shouldered tauren shed his armor, starting to slide her fingers up and down her slit. “Ohhh, still good an’ stretched,” she grinned, lifting her hand to lick her juices off her fingers, “Mmm.”

Hroun licked his lips, “You might not have worked as a whore, but you are one in spirit.” He paused before as he’d come to the last item that separated them. His body was bare save for his kilt; short black fur looking almost stretched over bulging muscle. “Remember what I said about the bull and the horns. Because you’re getting this one, girl.” He dropped the kilt to the floor with a heavy crash.

Anya’s jaw dropped open, “…Bronzebeard’s bronze balls.” His cock was unlike any she’d seen, even after the spirit’s. His balls were heavy in a dangling sack covered with fur, as was the first quarter inch of his cock, a kind of furry sheath…but from that sheath grew a bright pink-red rod of throbbing flesh that glistened in the faint light of the fire. It was long and thick, throbbing with want and seed, the spade shaped head seeming to pulse as she gazed on it. “Never…wow…”

One powerful hand grabbed her shoulder and pushed her firmly down onto the table top, her body pushing dishes out of the way, a few of the clay vessels falling onto the floor. Her eyes were open wide in shock, “Hroun, what-“

“You wanted to be fucked,” he answered. His eyes were hot and he held her down easily with his one hand, the other reaching into a bag he’d set at the far end of the table. “You’re going to be fucked. Just like you want, and just like you deserve.” He threw down a totem and healing energy pulsed through both of them.

Anya felt a moment of fear. She’d never seen him like this! But as scary as he was, it was also hotter than the Cauldron. Her pussy was sopping. She winked before saying, “Ye…shouldn’t we have some foreplay first? Mebbe loosen me up a bit? Yer cock…I dinnae if it’ll fit.”

He caught the wink. Oh, she was bad. But if she wanted to play, he was game. “I’ll loosen you.” The hand on her shoulder grabbed her hip instead, his other lining his cock up with her pussy. “Loosen you all the way up, whore!” His tightness surrendered to him in one hard thrust of his hips, his engorged phallus spreading her vagina wide.

“AHHH! Fuck!” Anya screamed, but it was mostly from pleasure. There was some pain, but even that was delicious. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!” He was huge! Light! She’d never been so full! Not even the spirit was this big! “So big! So fucking big! Feels like it’s splittin’ me apart!”

Hroun was in heaven. Her body was hot, hotter than any he’d felt, as though she had an internal forge blazing away. She was tight on his cock, a firm, hugging sheath of silky flesh wrapped around his invading member. “This is…what you, mmm, what you wanted,” he growled. He bucked his hips into her again and she yelped, “You wanted this hard cock! And you’ll take it!”

“Ahh! Aye! I will! Fuck, give it t’ me!” She grabbed at his hands as they seized her, the one on her hip and one that began to maul her breasts. “Fuck me! Fuck me now an’ fuck me hard!”
He did not answer with words. He drew his hips back, sliding his member out of her, slowly, surely. Finally, only the head was left inside. Then he grunted and impaled her on his length with another fast, hard thrust. She cried out again as he began to swing his hips, pumping into her and out, in and out, in and out, over and over, the small woman bouncing and yelling madly as he plowed her.

Her tits slapped into her chest, her body almost lifted off the table each time he lanced into her, her braids flying wildly as they dangled over the table’s edge. “Ahh! Light! Earthmother! So fuckin’ big! Fuck me! Ram me wi’ tha’ monster! Fuckin’ rape me an’ ravage me’ an’ destroy my cunt, ye big fucker!” She would have said more, but her world exploded then as she was consumed by an orgasm that seemed to burst on her from out of nowhere. Her voice was raised in a wild cry that became a strangled moan as her body quaked and shuddered around his dick, her pussy flooding it and the table with her fluids.

Hroun never lost a beat. He loved the feel of her climax, the way she looked, but he wasn’t about to stop for it. The tauren drove himself on and into her, his bright red shaft spearing deep into her body, so deep and hard she thought for a moment he might break her ribs with his cock head. He suddenly snarled and his thrusts began to become wild and without pace, mad, hard, vicious fucking stabs into her core. “Uhh! Take the gift…my seed in you!” He groaned loud and long as the tension in his balls ruptured and his cock began to pulse deep within her. Gouts of thick, creamy, heavy, hot man-bull jizz pumped into her, coating her walls, filling her womb, spurting out of her cunt and soiling the floor and table top.

Anya couldn’t breathe, it was too much, too much. She gulped in lungfuls of air, but it wasn’t enough somehow. “Light, Hroun, so good, so full, love it, all yer cum, yer dick, jus’ need…a minute…can’t breathe…” She let out a whining yelp as he pulled out of her, a rush of cum splattering out along with his dick, “UhhhHH!” Her chest was heaving, her face flushed, eyes heavy and slightly glazed. “Cannae believe wha’ jus’ happened…Oh, Hroun.” He watched her saying nothing for a minute, his mighty cock slowly shrinking and sliding back into his sheath. Then he reached into one of his bags and pulled out a potion. “Wha’s tha’ fer?”

He grinned. “A potion of rejuvenation. Not much use in battle, but it was great use elsewhere.” He broke the top of the vial off on the stone wall and chugged the potion down before hurling the glass into the fireplace. He grinned as his cock suddenly swelled into full hardness again, stepping forward to the edge of the table.

Anya gaped, “I dinnae believe it! Whoa!” He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over onto her stomach, “Hroun, what’re ye-eeeeeEEEE! Fuck!” As soon as she’d gotten her knees under her, putting her ass up into the air, he’d rammed his hungry dick into her pussy again, driving his full length into her. “Crazy! Ahh! Fucker!”

“You said, nnn! You didn’t want to, ohhh! Be able to walk straight!” He chuckled as she moaned, both in pleasure and in resignation.

He was going to fuck her senseless. Anya grinned, pushing herself back against his massive, pounding member, “Damn right! Feed me tha’ rod! Fuck me damn brains out!”

He came seven more times before she finally could stand no more, the buxom dwarf having lost count of her own orgasms. She passed out as she came one last time, going limp and unconscious as he thrust into her. Hroun laughed proudly, rolling her over onto her back again and pulling out. He pumped his hardness once, twice, three times and came again, spraying her fuck numbed body down with stinking tauren jizz.

Hroun sank down onto the floor, about to collapse into sleep himself. Anya was sprawled on the table, her braids undone and madly askew, her big breasts rising and falling, covered is drops and gobbets of cum, her pussy stretched and open, a flow of cum spilling out and onto the floor. He leaned his head back on the wall. “Dwarf shamans…are going to be popular.”