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	"You know well who she is to me."  The chieftain's hips rocked tight against Lavona's as he granted her nipple another firm tweak.  "Such reasoning is too... simplistic for such an intelligent chieftain."

	Lavona's cheeks flushed at Karon's intense touch, though she couldn't help but smile through the thinly-veiled flattery.  "You always have had a way with words.  Such a lovely, backhanded compliment to question my motives."

	"Or I know you better than you care to admit," he returned without skipping a beat, or a thrust.  "You're up to something.  I thought we agreed-"

	Lavona lurched forward to suddenly silence him with a kiss, her legs curling tight around his lower back to pin him balls-deep inside of her.  Her arms gripped his shoulders as she broke their kiss.  "Pick me up, like you used to."

	Karon's narrowed eyes flickered with sympathy as both of his hands slid downward to cup the toned cheeks of her rump.  His powerful arms flexed gently as he helped lift her out of her throne, holding her tight to his muscular chest as he continued to rhythmically thrust himself in and out of her.  "Lavona... you torture me," he murmured into her ear.

	The female chieftain looked him in the eye, her cheeky smile showing just a hint of sadness.  "There was once a time... when our trysts did not wound, but bond us, Karon.  Have you forgotten?"  Her hips shifted to draw herself upward, her slender legs flexing around his waist as she drove herself down onto his shaft, bouncing her rump softly against his thighs.  "I know you remember, but you refuse to show it."

	"And you know exactly why," he grunted softly, his mind a haze of bittersweet pleasure.  Karon bit his lip as he looked deep into Lavona's eyes, and as if possessed by a memory of old, his heavy hoofsteps took them gently past the sheet behind her throne, deeper into her tent and into a room filled with various cushions and fur.  But the collection of comfort meant nothing to him as he turned her wildly around, then suddenly pressed her back tight to the smooth back of her own throne, following with a particularly sharp thrust.

	This caused Lavona's head to rock backwards, prompting an exceptionally loud, moo-like moan to leap from her lips.  Her bright green eyes tipped back down to look into Karon's dazzling blue orbs, and for a brief moment her hardened exterior faded, replaced by sheer longing.  "I... I want to unite our tribes, Karon," she echoed between moans as she placed a tan-furred, three-fingered hand intimately against his cheek.  "The Runedreamers have thrived, and the Stormmoons have suffered... must we do this to ourselves?"

	Karon could feel the tan-furred goddess' nethers tighten around his thick shaft, squeezing him, begging him to repeat their history once more.  He, too, couldn't help but return her look of longing.  "Chief Harkon yet lives... you know we can do nothing."

	"You speak of him too formally," she lamented as her back arched, presenting her heavy breasts graciously to Karon while the pleasure from his thrusts flowed through her body like a running river.  "And be that as it may... I have found a workaround for such a terrible boundary."

	This immediately caught Karon's interest, his eyes opening wide in shock.  "You lie to torture me further."

	His words seemed to bring the thin smile back to Lavona's lips.  "You speak of torture as if you hate me... but I know better than that.  You could never truly hate me, even after so many years, no matter how much you may claim to."

	Karon's wide-eyed look turned into hurt.  "No matter the time, or the treatment, I have never once claimed to hate you."  His thrusts slowed just a bit as one hand left her backside to come up and tenderly touch her cheek.  "My tribe has suffered, but I have more pride than to turn to someone I hated for help.  I come to you because I trust and care about you, even at arm's length."

	Lavona's smile widened deviously.  "Oh, I know," she said nonchalantly.  "My memory is not so dull... but I do love every chance to refresh yours."  Her toned arms gracefully lifted off his shoulders, up high, then back to grab the highest part of her throne.  Suddenly she flexed and pushed hard against the throne, her legs unhooking behind him and squeezing to either side of his hips as she powerfully thrusted forward.  A giddy laugh left her as she sent Karon backwards onto a pile of cushions, her own body still clutched tight to her as she followed him.  Her hands planted hard against his bare chest as she arched her body above him, staring him in the eye as her massive breasts swung heavily mere inches above his furred torso.  "Just like the days of old," she breathed huskily as she began to grind her hips teasingly back and forth.

	Throughout the shift, Karon's bullhood never once escaped the grasp of Lavona's nether lips, and in the span of a few moments he found himself trapped beneath the imposing chieftain now straddling his waist.  "Indeed," he agreed breathlessly, his blue-eyed gaze drifted between Lavona's massive breasts and her own green eyes, locking on to the latter as her hips began to glide slickly inch by inch up his pole.  Her ascent stopped at its tapered tip and descending just as slowly, her nethers clinging tightly to his delicious thickness.

	"Karon..."  Her eyes slid closed as she reached the apex of her ascent, her mouth open breathlessly as she began to lower herself again.  Her chest slowly arched forward as inch after inch disappeared yet again, her mouth opening wider as she let out a long, quiet exhale.  "I... I want it all.  You will get everything you want... but I want it all, Karon."

	The bull didn't fully understand her request, but he knew enough to tell when she was giving him permission to end his painful self-restraint.

<6>

	The twitching Moro exhaled sharply, pausing for a moment that stretched into an eternity of silent uncertainty.  Ja'na couldn't look away even if she wanted to, tied to Moro's eyes with an invisible spell.  The tan-furred female felt her breath catch in her throat, and before she could exhale Moro's lips pushed powerfully to hers, kissing her more fiercely and deeply than she could've imagined.  Her eyes slid shut as she melted under the bull, both of his hands suddenly everywhere and anywhere he could reach upon her curvaceous body.

	Ja'na's next breath escaped as a mewling moan of delight, her back arching up to press herself against the groping Moro.  Never before had she felt so close to another male, and despite hardly knowing Moro, something about his touch, his voice, his smell, was... exhilarating.   His attention to both her body and her words was entirely new to her, but her continued, instinctive moaning told them both that she was loving every moment of it.  "Moro... Moro," she murmured breathlessly.

	The eager male quivered as his kissing ceased, his gaze meeting hers for a quiet moment at her request.

	"If... if I say 'wyvern', I need you to stop, okay?"

	The black-furred bull nodded without hesitation.  "Yeah, okay, that's good," he agreed and smiled down at her.  "I should have asked about that fi-"

	"Shhhh," she whispered and lurched up to cut him off with another kiss, her right wrist suddenly shot downward to boldly tug at the male's loincloth, setting free his aching, jet black bullhood to smack firmly against her bare nethers.  Ja'na's eyes shot open wide as she felt his heated flesh suddenly make contact with her own, and through the kiss she struggled to shift herself in an attempt to look at the monster she'd unleashed.

	But Moro would not release her, his tongue sharply slipping between her lips to intertwine with her own.  Ja'na wanted a brute?  Ja'na was gonna get a brute.  He could feel her hand searching for his unleashed tool, and in a flash he had that wrist in an iron grip, pulling it back up and once more pinning it above her head.

	Ja'na felt shivers rocket up her spine as she was so gruffly handled.  From her youth, her fellow tribespeople treated her well, being the chieftain's daughter.  To receive such brusk treatment sent unusual thrills from her horns to her hooves, and with a cheeky grin she dared to writhe against his iron grip, while her free hand shot upward to claw at the fur on his chest.

	Every motion of Ja'na's beautiful body simply encouraged the bull all the more.  He was ready to stop at any moment if he sensed genuine discomfort with her, but thus far she had shown none.  Part of him dearly wished to trap her free hand, but his own found itself helplessly drawn to her left breast, squeezing down upon the marvelously soft titflesh with carnal vigor.  His toned hips began to grind down upon her firmly, his heated tool meshing between her nether lips to find them utterly and thoroughly soaked.

	"Mmmmmmmph...!" was all Ja'na could eke out between kisses, her hips reflexively pushing up against that powerful totem that pressed between her legs.  In truth, she'd found herself soaked the moment she'd exposed herself to him, and every time she caught him even looking at her, her excitement grew.  Her thick thighs didn't need much coaxing to part and let him bear down even harder, both legs parting wide to hang in the air as he repeatedly pushed the length of his tool back and forth along her virgin flower.

	Moro's breath washed hotly over Ja'na's neck as he began a series of fierce kisses all along her bare, wet-furred shoulders and chest.  The hand that pinned her wrist slowly shifted above her, instead locking her fingers between his own to squeeze her hand tight.  His fierce grinding ensued for what seemed like an eternity, but only because the bull had to silently steel himself for what was to come.  During one of his powerful pushes, Moro's hips dropped back far enough for his ebony-colored tool to press its tip tight against her nether lips.  "Brace yourself," he rumbled deeply, his free hand coming up to cup Ja'na's cheek, while his thick thumb invasively pushed into her mouth, hooking it and holding her face straight to look back into his wild eyes.

	Ja'na's body writhed in pleasure beneath him, eyes closed, until that thick finger slipped into her mouth.  Her eyes immediately went wide and her breath caught in her throat as she stared back up at Moro.  Excitement, fear, and anticipation flooded her mind all at once, her body quaking as his tapered tip dared to part her nether lips just a tiny bit.  A fleeting thought in her mind caused her to question what had encouraged her to take things so far, but it immediately fled from her mind as Moro's hips slid forward, sharply pushing the first few inches of himself into Ja'na.

	In unison, both tauren let out cries of lustful pleasure, the two of them drawing even closer to each other as Moro drew himself back out to his tip.  Again he thrusted forward, this one plunging an extra inch into her depths, and again the pair let out moans and groans of ecstasy.  Again, Ja'na's free hand clawed down the fur of his chest, her fingertips sliding down far enough to reach for the base of his tool.  With just a bit of a reach, Ja'na found the bull's heavy, black-furred balls... only for him to lock his fingers around her upper arm.  In shock, Ja'na looked back up at him, and could only moan as her hand was pulled upward to be pinned next to the first.

	Black and tan furs meshed together like yin and yang:  Ja'na helplessly stretched below, while Moro thrusted deeper and deeper above.  Their bodies rocked in vigorous unison with Ja'na's legs locking around the bull's waist, pulling him even deeper into her embrace.  Neither of them expected the thrust that brought his hips straight to her rump, while the tapered tip of his tool sharply bumped straight into Ja'na's cervix.
