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Consider checking out my [url=https://linktr.ee/BenRiote]Linktree[/url] to see where else I'm active!\n\nAnd hey, I wrote a book! Check it out [url=https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B2XYVYHC]HERE![/url]\n\nHad this half-finished piece tucked away from quite a while back. It's not much, but it's something. Happy Pilgrim's Bounty, and maybe I can add the other side next year or something. \n\nI dunno. \n\nI'm also sick right now so I had to miss Thanksgiving with Eliza's side of the family, which really sucks. Hope everyone else is having a Happy Thanksgiving though!\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Blizzard owns races/classes/setting, all fiction, etc.  Characters mine.  Consider checking out my Linktree to see where else I'm active!

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I dunno.

I'm also sick right now so I had to miss Thanksgiving with Eliza's side of the family, which really sucks.  Hope everyone else is having a Happy Thanksgiving though!

Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Gentle coughs could be heard from the far end of the longhouse. Soft, heavy hoofsteps grew louder down the hall, followed by a soft tap on the canvas wall. “Come in,” a feminine voice called, and the canvas swung open to allow a gash-horned tauren in. The hulking bull wore a thick pair of spectacles, and was dressed in traditional tauren garb, covered in feathers. His aged gaze fell upon a large bed with a thick quilt splayed out upon it. Beneath the quilt laid a female tauren with matching, raven black mane and tan fur as the bull’s. Her short-horned head lifted above the quilt, turned, and her rich, brown eyes opened to spy her visitor. “Oh, hi tawapora… I-I am sorry.”\n\nHis brow arched empathetically as he took a seat next to her bed and let out a weak grunt. “My goodness, you need not apologize to your grandfather for such uncontrollable health!” His large hands reached out to touch and lift her quilt, and her hand met his to lace their fingers together. “Think nothing of it, Jenda. Your health is a priority above our Pilgrim’s Bounty celebrations.”\n\nJenda smiled at her grandfather weakly. “I believe I am healthy, grandfather, but I don’t feel very… spirited, you know? But you have my thanks to An’she and back for caring about me! I suppose that is what the holiday is for, right? Family?”\n\nThe aged bull chuckled and hesitated before answering. “Well… [i]truthfully[/i] the holiday has evolved considerably since my youth. Would it surprise you if I told you I was present for the [i]first[/i] Pilgrim’s Bounty nigh a century ago?”\n\nJenda’s dark brown eyes widened. “Really? I had no idea, tawapora. What was it like?”\n\nThe old bull’s eyes glanced toward the door, and a sly smile spread across his bovine face. “Well… I suppose you are old enough to know the truth. It is an open secret among the elders, but we have maintained a number of the old traditions in secret. Nowadays, some might see the old ways as… distasteful. The tauren wish to appear civilized among the other sentient races, so this sort of thing must stay with our people, understood?”\n\nJenda nodded slowly, entranced by her grandfather.\n\nThe bull cleared his throat. “Very well then.”\n\n* * * * *\n\n[i]In the days of old, the tauren’s only ally was nature. Our people were predominantly shamans and druids, while the warbraves secured our borders in Mulgore.\n\nOf course, one people can only stay unaware of other races for so long.\n\nThe night elves were the first to reach out to us and extend their hands. Their druids wielded similar powers to ours, and they were also able to commune with nature, which they valued and protected above all else. It was easy to form friendships with them, and in due time some of us united to form the Cenarion Circle.[/i]\n\n* * * * *\n\n”Oh yeah! That’s when Pilgrim’s Bounty occurs, right? It marks the time when both peoples discovered and established Moonglade!”\n\nThe elder tauren shifted in his seat. “That is right. That is mostly what is told nowadays… but if you will let me [i]finish[/i], there is much, much more.”\n\nJenda nodded and shrunk her muzzle beneath the quilt again. “Sorry, tawapora.”\n\n”Thank you,” the bull grunted and cleared his throat again\n\n* * * * *\n\n[i]”Anyway… I grew up in a small village in the Stonetalon Mountains. We were right on the border of Ashenvale, where we would frequently interact with night elves living on a small island that eventually became Astranaar. There was peace back then. We all worked together for the sake of nature, and as such, it was… common for us all to take an [b]interest[/b] in each other. The night elves developed a reputation of… flirtatiousness, while the tauren returned their affections with courtesy and decorum. They would visit often, men and women, rarely dressed in more than leaves and vines. They were beautiful. We could not deny it. And after so much teasing… our people could take no more.”\n\n”So… what did you do, tawapora?”\n\n”We planned a raid to be executed on the first day that would become Pilgrim’s Bounty.”\n\n”A raid!?”\n\n”Just relax now. It is not what you are thinking. The youngest and fittest of our people were permitted to join the raid, and I had just reached my eighteenth year of life. Of course I jumped at the chance to finally get revenge. There was a night elf woman who had had her eye on me specifically. I saw her often when I entered the woods to forage, and she would frequently ‘snag’ her clothes on branches when she would bend over for berries herself. By the time I would get a glance of her bare skin, she would cover herself, laugh, and flee into the shadows. I had had enough. Our people organized into a party of two dozen raiders, men and women, each who had their respective vendetta against the elves. When the sun began to set, we set off into Ashenvale, quietly keeping to the underbrush as we traveled.”\n\n”It was a sneak attack?”\n\n”Yes.”\n\n”But, like… how? Isn’t Astranaar surrounded by the lake? Wouldn’t they have seen you crossing the bridges.”\n\n”Ah, but that is the secret. When our group reached Mystral Lake, each and every one of us stripped down to naught but our fur. We had gone over the plan a hundred times, and as enchanting as our raiding brethren were, we kept our focus on Astranaar. Underneath the moonlight, one by one, we slid into the water and swam across the lake, climbing out onto the shore and keeping close to the buildings.”[/i]\n\n* * * * *\n\n”Whoa whoa whoa… grandfather, you went [i]raiding[/i]… while you were [i]naked[/i]?”\n\n”Well we were not intending to kill anyone! These were our allies!” The bull rumbled defensively. “But we had been [i]slighted[/i], and we could take it no more. See?”\n\n”Not… quite,” Jenda added. “So… what happened next? Did the guards see you?”\n\nThe elder tauren grinned.\n\n* * * * *\n\n[i]”To our pleasant surprise, there was not a single Sentinel in sight that night. Perhaps they had grown too comfortable with their peace, we know not. But we were not about to question our good fortune. Our braves paired off and spread out in the shadows of the abandoned-looking settlement. The female brave next to me was a good friend of mine, and she sought a male night elf who had, allegedly, tugged on one of her braids during their last encounter. As it happened, that male, and the female I sought, were siblings, but it took some time to sniff out just where their home was. By the time we had found it, noises began to ring out from other homes. Startled cries, soon followed by moans and groans, then screams as we wrought our vengeance.”\n\n”Screams?! Of pain?”\n\n”No blood was spilled that night. They were of pleasure.”\n\n”Ooooooooh.”\n\n”I cannot speak for my brethren. My friend and I entered a wide open doorway of a rather large home along the town’s northern edge. We stayed silent and stalked through their halls, went up a flight of creaky stairs, then searched the landing of the second floor. A single, wide open room was laden with three beds. The largest was empty, but in the smaller two laid the male and female night elves we had been looking for. Both of them were as naked as the day they were born, and both laid atop their sheets, their chests rising and falling evenly with sleep… though I swore I saw a flicker of light near the female’s right eye that night.”\n\n”Do you think they knew?”\n\n“I cannot speak for them either. But my friend and I did not waste time. The male elf, strangely, was hard before our approach, and my friend wasted no time in straddling him and slamming herself down upon him. The male elf moaned out and awoke immediately, and the cry was loud enough to awaken his sister as I hovered over her. Her eyes met mine, and in an instant I was upon her. I grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her to the side of her bed, spread her legs, and plunged my cock straight into her tight pussy.”\n\n”Tawapora!”\n\n”She made no move to flee. In fact, she reached up and tried to grab my shoulders, but I caught her wrists and pinned her to the bed as I began ravishing her. There was perhaps a wisp of discomfort in her voice, but it soon gave way to cries of pure pleasure. She did not fight, strike, scratch, or resist in any form. In fact, it was not long before she tried to lock her ankles around my waist in an effort to keep me inside of her. Contrary to the circumstances, there was nothing that either sibling did or showed a lack of consent. Occasionally I glanced at my counterpart, and I watched the male elf fall into a stupor, grinning thoughtlessly as she rode and slammed her soft, wide rump down onto his loins over and over again.”\n\n”Oh… my….”\n\n“There is something intensely special about mating with another race. The others are all so much… smaller than we are. I was three feet taller than the night elf whose pussy gripped my thick cock that night, and pulling her onto me took so little effort. My grip was gentle upon her —I wished her no harm, nor to break her— and her response, in taurahe, was to [b]beg[/b] me for more, even as her glowing eyes rolled back into her head. The male did the same of my counterpart just before he grunted, and even in the dim light I could see his cum drip from between her thick thighs.”\n\n”Whoa….”\n\n”The female elf’s entire body spasmed when she climaxed. I felt every quiver of her stretched pussy around my cock. The added stimulation was enough for me to groan and impale her one last time before my own release deep, deep inside of her. In accordance to some advice from a friend, I fought to keep my eyes open through the pleasure, and I watched the elf’s belly distend and grow as I pumped my cum inside of her. Our kind are too big for that sort of thing, but for elves? A full load noticeably swells their bellies. I remember staggering backwards, my half-flaccid cock slipping out of her to spill a flood of spent cum all over her bed. She was moaning constantly, almost purring like a feline druid might, even with her head over the edge of her bed.”[/i]\n\n* * * * *\n\nJenda shifted softly beneath her quilt, and her grandfather shot her a perturbed look. “Are you listening, Sweetness?”\n\n”Mhmm,” she said breathlessly, but reluctantly stopped moving beneath her covers. “Hanging on every word, I promise, tawapora.”\n\nThe elder studied his granddaughter for a moment, and she returned his piercing gaze with a sheepish smile.\n\n* * * * *\n\n”Anyway… I was mere seconds from taking her for a second round of vengeance, when a horn of alarm sounded from the town’s center. My counterpart and I looked at each other, then down at the elves, and without thinking we scooped them both up and tossed them over our shoulders.”\n\n”Really!?”\n\n”Their weight was meager compared to the boulders we trained with in the mountains. It took little effort to carry them back down the stairs and outside of their home. In the darkness, silhouettes of the other braves could be seen with similar prizes over their shoulders. In pursuit of a dozen tauren were two meager sentinels, however, both of whom were only half-dressed and fumbling to hold onto their glaives as they tried to pull on more armor. I believe they, too, were victims of our vengeance, for when I ran by and struck one of them on her bare rump, I remember a wet splatter coating half of my hand. It was enough to cause the two of them to stumble together and collapse, though I distinctly heard them both moan, too.”\n\n”That could have been… dangerous.”\n\n”It likely was, but we were young and bold. We fled down the eastern, yet-unguarded bridge and carried our prizes through Ashenvale. My partner and I never stopped, but as we ran we saw at least two female tauren with their male prizes behind bushes, and one male —my older brother, actually— had his female treat pinned against a tree while pounding her pussy. I was able to steal a fist bump from him as we ran.”\n\n”Did he make it back, too?”\n\n”Oh yes. Everyone did, eventually. We trusted our braves and did not shed worry for them. We left no one behind, but those who were behind [b]chose[/i] to be.”\n\n”Did your… prizes put up a fight?”\n\n”Oh they wiggled like worms hovering near fishhooks. But a swift smack on my prize’s ass would bring forth another moan and cease her wiggling for a time. The male elf did not struggle as much, though I believe he was simply thankful for a temporary reprieve.”\n\n”… Temporary?”\n\n”Our vengeance was not complete yet. We returned to our tribal home that same night and were welcomed with a bonfire and a round of cheers from our friends and families. A great feast was held in celebration where we ate and marinated ourselves in alcohol, our prizes included.”\n\n”You fed them too?”\n\n”We did. Many of them by hand. Not a single one fled as they were tossed upon our empty tables, though many of them protested at being set down at all. Some even desired to be drenched in oil, becoming part of our feast by devouring what lay between their legs and all over their bodies. In the light of the bonfire, we kissed our respective prizes, drank with them, explored them with our tongues, and ravished them yet again. In a way, they were the dessert to our feast. I remember smiling at my female counterpart —even sharing a kiss with her— while I was balls-deep inside that cocky elf woman. The elf needed no coaxing to kiss her own brother as my counterpart used his cock for her pleasure next to her, having his ankles bent up by his ears as she pushed herself onto his throbbing length again and again. I refused to stop until I had filled my prize’s belly with cum a second time… but then my eye started to wander.”\n\n”Oh?”\n\n”Once the initial fervor had begun to wane, we all started seeking out others’ prizes. The elders of our tribe were presented with the most handsome and beautiful ones, but their stamina was unmatched by the young. There was one particular elf… her eyes glowed a brilliant gold in the night. Her straight, silver hair was long and disheveled, having been ravished thrice already by my peers that night. But her [b]breasts[/b], Jenda… it was surreal, but they were truly larger than even your grandmother’s. Awestruck, I watched her climb off of my brother’s cock, sprint past the bonfire, then fling herself upon me. I did not question, nor hesitate, to thrust inside of her, pawing at her inhumanly large tits. I still remember gasping as her titflesh squeezed between my fingers, the gesture causing her to scream in pleasure. She was one of the older night elves we’d captured —her features resembled a human’s in their forties— but she was truly and utterly relentless. I swore she was the lustful incarnate of Mu’sha for weeks after the festival had ended, and by the time she had finished with me, my manhood was sore with weakness, and my balls had been drained bone dry. The feast carried on into the wee hours of the morning. I know not when I lost consciousness, but when I woke, the entirety of our tribe laid in a large, naked heap, intertwined with our prizes. Many were quick to hobble behind the longhouse and relieve themselves, particularly the elves, before resuming our feasting.”[/i]\n\n* * * * *\n\n”And that was the very first Pilgrim’s Bounty feast,” the elder finished with a sigh. “Though the term ‘feast’ no longer heavily involves mating. With the establishment of the Alliance and Horde respectively, these raids have dwindled. We are not the allies we once used to be, and for the sake of newer generations, we wished not to risk provoking a new attack with our… far less harmful raids. I suppose things ended well, however. That counterpart of mine I mentioned? She ended up becoming your grandmother, who is probably waiting for us in the backyard with the rest of the family as I speak.”\n\nJenda swallowed softly and did a little shuffle under the covers. “Whoa. So, tawapara… Pilgrim’s Bounty lasts a whole week… did anything happen during the other days?”\n\n“Well… the festivities [i]did[/i] last a whole week, but perhaps we should save the rest for another day, hmm? How are you feeling.”\n\nJenda took a deep breath. “I feel a [i]lot[/i] better, actually! I had no idea the roots of the holiday were so… [i]salacious[/i].”\n\nThe elder chuckled and grunted as he stood once more, though as his robes shifted, it became apparent he’d… enjoyed his own trip down memory lane. “That is wonderful to hear, sweetheart. Does that mean you are prepared for your Pilgrim’s Bounty stuffing?” He asked and casually let his robes drift open, exposing his turgid bullhood beneath.\n\nIt was Jenda’s turn to smirk, and she pulled aside her quilt to reveal her stark naked body beneath. Her nethers were utterly drenched, clearly having climaxed multiple times during her grandfather’s story. “Ready!”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Gentle coughs could be heard from the far end of the longhouse.  Soft, heavy hoofsteps grew louder down the hall, followed by a soft tap on the canvas wall.  “Come in,” a feminine voice called, and the canvas swung open to allow a gash-horned tauren in.  The hulking bull wore a thick pair of spectacles, and was dressed in traditional tauren garb, covered in feathers.  His aged gaze fell upon a large bed with a thick quilt splayed out upon it.  Beneath the quilt laid a female tauren with matching, raven black mane and tan fur as the bull’s.  Her short-horned head lifted above the quilt, turned, and her rich, brown eyes opened to spy her visitor.  “Oh, hi tawapora… I-I am sorry.”

His brow arched empathetically as he took a seat next to her bed and let out a weak grunt.  “My goodness, you need not apologize to your grandfather for such uncontrollable health!”  His large hands reached out to touch and lift her quilt, and her hand met his to lace their fingers together.  “Think nothing of it, Jenda.  Your health is a priority above our Pilgrim’s Bounty celebrations.”

Jenda smiled at her grandfather weakly.  “I believe I am healthy, grandfather, but I don’t feel very… spirited, you know?  But you have my thanks to An’she and back for caring about me!  I suppose that is what the holiday is for, right?  Family?”

The aged bull chuckled and hesitated before answering.  “Well… truthfully the holiday has evolved considerably since my youth.  Would it surprise you if I told you I was present for the first Pilgrim’s Bounty nigh a century ago?”

Jenda’s dark brown eyes widened.  “Really?  I had no idea, tawapora.  What was it like?”

The old bull’s eyes glanced toward the door, and a sly smile spread across his bovine face.  “Well… I suppose you are old enough to know the truth.  It is an open secret among the elders, but we have maintained a number of the old traditions in secret.  Nowadays, some might see the old ways as… distasteful.  The tauren wish to appear civilized among the other sentient races, so this sort of thing must stay with our people, understood?”

Jenda nodded slowly, entranced by her grandfather.

The bull cleared his throat.  “Very well then.”

* * * * *

In the days of old, the tauren’s only ally was nature.  Our people were predominantly shamans and druids, while the warbraves secured our borders in Mulgore.

Of course, one people can only stay unaware of other races for so long.

The night elves were the first to reach out to us and extend their hands.  Their druids wielded similar powers to ours, and they were also able to commune with nature, which they valued and protected above all else.  It was easy to form friendships with them, and in due time some of us united to form the Cenarion Circle.

* * * * *

”Oh yeah!  That’s when Pilgrim’s Bounty occurs, right?  It marks the time when both peoples discovered and established Moonglade!”

The elder tauren shifted in his seat.  “That is right.  That is mostly what is told nowadays… but if you will let me finish, there is much, much more.”

Jenda nodded and shrunk her muzzle beneath the quilt again.  “Sorry, tawapora.”

”Thank you,” the bull grunted and cleared his throat again

* * * * *

”Anyway… I grew up in a small village in the Stonetalon Mountains.  We were right on the border of Ashenvale, where we would frequently interact with night elves living on a small island that eventually became Astranaar.  There was peace back then.  We all worked together for the sake of nature, and as such, it was… common for us all to take an interest in each other.  The night elves developed a reputation of… flirtatiousness, while the tauren returned their affections with courtesy and decorum.  They would visit often, men and women, rarely dressed in more than leaves and vines.  They were beautiful.  We could not deny it.  And after so much teasing… our people could take no more.”

”So… what did you do, tawapora?”

”We planned a raid to be executed on the first day that would become Pilgrim’s Bounty.”

”A raid!?”

”Just relax now.  It is not what you are thinking.  The youngest and fittest of our people were permitted to join the raid, and I had just reached my eighteenth year of life.  Of course I jumped at the chance to finally get revenge.  There was a night elf woman who had had her eye on me specifically.  I saw her often when I entered the woods to forage, and she would frequently ‘snag’ her clothes on branches when she would bend over for berries herself.  By the time I would get a glance of her bare skin, she would cover herself, laugh, and flee into the shadows.  I had had enough.  Our people organized into a party of two dozen raiders, men and women, each who had their respective vendetta against the elves.  When the sun began to set, we set off into Ashenvale, quietly keeping to the underbrush as we traveled.”

”It was a sneak attack?”

”Yes.”

”But, like… how?  Isn’t Astranaar surrounded by the lake?  Wouldn’t they have seen you crossing the bridges.”

”Ah, but that is the secret.  When our group reached Mystral Lake, each and every one of us stripped down to naught but our fur.  We had gone over the plan a hundred times, and as enchanting as our raiding brethren were, we kept our focus on Astranaar.  Underneath the moonlight, one by one, we slid into the water and swam across the lake, climbing out onto the shore and keeping close to the buildings.”

* * * * *

”Whoa whoa whoa… grandfather, you went raiding… while you were naked?”

”Well we were not intending to kill anyone!  These were our allies!” The bull rumbled defensively.  “But we had been slighted, and we could take it no more.  See?”

”Not… quite,” Jenda added.  “So… what happened next?  Did the guards see you?”

The elder tauren grinned.

* * * * *

”To our pleasant surprise, there was not a single Sentinel in sight that night.  Perhaps they had grown too comfortable with their peace, we know not.  But we were not about to question our good fortune.  Our braves paired off and spread out in the shadows of the abandoned-looking settlement.  The female brave next to me was a good friend of mine, and she sought a male night elf who had, allegedly, tugged on one of her braids during their last encounter.  As it happened, that male, and the female I sought, were siblings, but it took some time to sniff out just where their home was.  By the time we had found it, noises began to ring out from other homes.  Startled cries, soon followed by moans and groans, then screams as we wrought our vengeance.”

”Screams?!  Of pain?”

”No blood was spilled that night.  They were of pleasure.”

”Ooooooooh.”

”I cannot speak for my brethren.  My friend and I entered a wide open doorway of a rather large home along the town’s northern edge.  We stayed silent and stalked through their halls, went up a flight of creaky stairs, then searched the landing of the second floor.  A single, wide open room was laden with three beds.  The largest was empty, but in the smaller two laid the male and female night elves we had been looking for.  Both of them were as naked as the day they were born, and both laid atop their sheets, their chests rising and falling evenly with sleep… though I swore I saw a flicker of light near the female’s right eye that night.”

”Do you think they knew?”

“I cannot speak for them either.  But my friend and I did not waste time.  The male elf, strangely, was hard before our approach, and my friend wasted no time in straddling him and slamming herself down upon him.  The male elf moaned out and awoke immediately, and the cry was loud enough to awaken his sister as I hovered over her.  Her eyes met mine, and in an instant I was upon her.  I grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her to the side of her bed, spread her legs, and plunged my cock straight into her tight pussy.”

”Tawapora!”

”She made no move to flee.  In fact, she reached up and tried to grab my shoulders, but I caught her wrists and pinned her to the bed as I began ravishing her.  There was perhaps a wisp of discomfort in her voice, but it soon gave way to cries of pure pleasure.  She did not fight, strike, scratch, or resist in any form.  In fact, it was not long before she tried to lock her ankles around my waist in an effort to keep me inside of her.  Contrary to the circumstances, there was nothing that either sibling did or showed a lack of consent.  Occasionally I glanced at my counterpart, and I watched the male elf fall into a stupor, grinning thoughtlessly as she rode and slammed her soft, wide rump down onto his loins over and over again.”

”Oh… my….”

“There is something intensely special about mating with another race.  The others are all so much… smaller than we are.  I was three feet taller than the night elf whose pussy gripped my thick cock that night, and pulling her onto me took so little effort.  My grip was gentle upon her —I wished her no harm, nor to break her— and her response, in taurahe, was to beg me for more, even as her glowing eyes rolled back into her head.  The male did the same of my counterpart just before he grunted, and even in the dim light I could see his cum drip from between her thick thighs.”

”Whoa….”

”The female elf’s entire body spasmed when she climaxed.  I felt every quiver of her stretched pussy around my cock.  The added stimulation was enough for me to groan and impale her one last time before my own release deep, deep inside of her.  In accordance to some advice from a friend, I fought to keep my eyes open through the pleasure, and I watched the elf’s belly distend and grow as I pumped my cum inside of her.  Our kind are too big for that sort of thing, but for elves?  A full load noticeably swells their bellies.  I remember staggering backwards, my half-flaccid cock slipping out of her to spill a flood of spent cum all over her bed.  She was moaning constantly, almost purring like a feline druid might, even with her head over the edge of her bed.”

* * * * *

Jenda shifted softly beneath her quilt, and her grandfather shot her a perturbed look.  “Are you listening, Sweetness?”

”Mhmm,” she said breathlessly, but reluctantly stopped moving beneath her covers.  “Hanging on every word, I promise, tawapora.”

The elder studied his granddaughter for a moment, and she returned his piercing gaze with a sheepish smile.

* * * * *

”Anyway… I was mere seconds from taking her for a second round of vengeance, when a horn of alarm sounded from the town’s center.  My counterpart and I looked at each other, then down at the elves, and without thinking we scooped them both up and tossed them over our shoulders.”

”Really!?”

”Their weight was meager compared to the boulders we trained with in the mountains.  It took little effort to carry them back down the stairs and outside of their home.  In the darkness, silhouettes of the other braves could be seen with similar prizes over their shoulders.  In pursuit of a dozen tauren were two meager sentinels, however, both of whom were only half-dressed and fumbling to hold onto their glaives as they tried to pull on more armor.  I believe they, too, were victims of our vengeance, for when I ran by and struck one of them on her bare rump, I remember a wet splatter coating half of my hand.  It was enough to cause the two of them to stumble together and collapse, though I distinctly heard them both moan, too.”

”That could have been… dangerous.”

”It likely was, but we were young and bold.  We fled down the eastern, yet-unguarded bridge and carried our prizes through Ashenvale.  My partner and I never stopped, but as we ran we saw at least two female tauren with their male prizes behind bushes, and one male —my older brother, actually— had his female treat pinned against a tree while pounding her pussy.  I was able to steal a fist bump from him as we ran.”

”Did he make it back, too?”

”Oh yes.  Everyone did, eventually.  We trusted our braves and did not shed worry for them.  We left no one behind, but those who were behind chose[/i] to be.”

”Did your… prizes put up a fight?”

”Oh they wiggled like worms hovering near fishhooks.  But a swift smack on my prize’s ass would bring forth another moan and cease her wiggling for a time.  The male elf did not struggle as much, though I believe he was simply thankful for a temporary reprieve.”

”… Temporary?”

”Our vengeance was not complete yet.  We returned to our tribal home that same night and were welcomed with a bonfire and a round of cheers from our friends and families.  A great feast was held in celebration where we ate and marinated ourselves in alcohol, our prizes included.”

”You fed them too?”

”We did.  Many of them by hand.  Not a single one fled as they were tossed upon our empty tables, though many of them protested at being set down at all.  Some even desired to be drenched in oil, becoming part of our feast by devouring what lay between their legs and all over their bodies.  In the light of the bonfire, we kissed our respective prizes, drank with them, explored them with our tongues, and ravished them yet again.  In a way, they were the dessert to our feast.  I remember smiling at my female counterpart —even sharing a kiss with her— while I was balls-deep inside that cocky elf woman.  The elf needed no coaxing to kiss her own brother as my counterpart used his cock for her pleasure next to her, having his ankles bent up by his ears as she pushed herself onto his throbbing length again and again.  I refused to stop until I had filled my prize’s belly with cum a second time… but then my eye started to wander.”

”Oh?”

”Once the initial fervor had begun to wane, we all started seeking out others’ prizes.  The elders of our tribe were presented with the most handsome and beautiful ones, but their stamina was unmatched by the young.  There was one particular elf… her eyes glowed a brilliant gold in the night.  Her straight, silver hair was long and disheveled, having been ravished thrice already by my peers that night.  But her breasts, Jenda… it was surreal, but they were truly larger than even your grandmother’s.  Awestruck, I watched her climb off of my brother’s cock, sprint past the bonfire, then fling herself upon me.  I did not question, nor hesitate, to thrust inside of her, pawing at her inhumanly large tits.  I still remember gasping as her titflesh squeezed between my fingers, the gesture causing her to scream in pleasure.  She was one of the older night elves we’d captured —her features resembled a human’s in their forties— but she was truly and utterly relentless.  I swore she was the lustful incarnate of Mu’sha for weeks after the festival had ended, and by the time she had finished with me, my manhood was sore with weakness, and my balls had been drained bone dry.  The feast carried on into the wee hours of the morning.  I know not when I lost consciousness, but when I woke, the entirety of our tribe laid in a large, naked heap, intertwined with our prizes.  Many were quick to hobble behind the longhouse and relieve themselves, particularly the elves, before resuming our feasting.”[/i]

* * * * *

”And that was the very first Pilgrim’s Bounty feast,” the elder finished with a sigh.  “Though the term ‘feast’ no longer heavily involves mating.  With the establishment of the Alliance and Horde respectively, these raids have dwindled.  We are not the allies we once used to be, and for the sake of newer generations, we wished not to risk provoking a new attack with our… far less harmful raids.  I suppose things ended well, however.  That counterpart of mine I mentioned?  She ended up becoming your grandmother, who is probably waiting for us in the backyard with the rest of the family as I speak.”

Jenda swallowed softly and did a little shuffle under the covers.  “Whoa.  So, tawapara… Pilgrim’s Bounty lasts a whole week… did anything happen during the other days?”

“Well… the festivities did last a whole week, but perhaps we should save the rest for another day, hmm?  How are you feeling.”

Jenda took a deep breath.  “I feel a lot better, actually!  I had no idea the roots of the holiday were so… salacious.”

The elder chuckled and grunted as he stood once more, though as his robes shifted, it became apparent he’d… enjoyed his own trip down memory lane.  “That is wonderful to hear, sweetheart.  Does that mean you are prepared for your Pilgrim’s Bounty stuffing?” He asked and casually let his robes drift open, exposing his turgid bullhood beneath.

It was Jenda’s turn to smirk, and she pulled aside her quilt to reveal her stark naked body beneath.  Her nethers were utterly drenched, clearly having climaxed multiple times during her grandfather’s story.  “Ready!”
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