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	"There..." Lavona breathed quietly, a gentle trill of pleasure leaving her lips as her hips pressed forward gently.  Her ceremonial beads had been tossed haphazardly to the floor of the tent, while her legs were spread impressively wide, ankles hooked upon both arms of her throne.  Her dark brown mane swished as she threw her head back, her mouth opening in a silent moan, not daring to grow too loud just yet.  Her guards outside the tent were rather used to her... negotiations, but she was smart enough to keep things as private as possible when she deemed it necessary.  One hand clung to her thigh while the other had an iron grip on chieftain Karon's black mane.

	The imposing male's muzzle was deeply buried between her powerful thighs as his thick tongue penetrated her nether lips hungrily.  His own hands each had a tight grip upon her motherly rump, though she did not allow him to touch her further just yet.  His eyes were trained upon her with an almost defiant look as he worked expertly over her treasure, though the firm grip he had upon her backside told her enough about his... irritation.  His head pushed back against her hand only briefly to allow him to say, "I do not wish for... Ja'na to be gone long."

	Lavona did not speak, rather her hand simply shoved his muzzle right back between her legs.  She didn't even bother to look at him, rather her hips simply arched up against him all the more.  His tight grip spread her cheeks and nether lips all the wider to aid his feasting, and truly her moaning was testament enough to her appreciation.  A shift of her hand pushed the tip of his nose squarely against her clit, and the added pressure sent a powerful shock through the female chieftain's body.  Her back arched and quivered as a much louder, huskier moan escaped her lips, and from within her flower a small splash of her sweet nectar filled Karon's mouth.

	The exceptionally loud moan caused the pair of guards outside the tent to perk up a bit.  The two exchanged glances of triumph and defeat, and the first couldn't help but elbow the second in the ribs with a cheeky grin.  The second sighed and pulled a sack of coins from his belt and sadly tossed it to the first, who in turn stuffed it into his tunic with a pleased chuckle.

	The male chieftain let out a snort-like sigh and respectfully drank deep of the proof of her climax, though the added burst of warm breath sent her shivering a second time to grace him with another mouthful.  His thick tongue slowly withdrew itself from her depths, prompting another several smaller shivers from her curvaceous form.  Again his head drew back and attempted to hold back a semblance of his irritation as he tried to speak a second time.  "Lavona, as much as I enjoy our greetings, I feel the current matter requires more urgency than you are treating it with."

	Lavona held her post-climactic pose for several moments before her head tilted back down and her eyes slid open to look at him.  A thin smile crossed her lips as she sized him up and uttered, "Mmm... enter me, and then we will talk.

	Karon bowed his head respectfully as he rose to his hooves before her.  His loincloth had already been discarded to leave him completely naked, and in turn his naturally-erect, ebony-colored bullhood found a happy home between her plush thighs.  

	His hands touched her hips as he leaned in to kiss her, only for Lavona to press a finger to his muzzle instead.  "You will not get a word out of me that way."

	Karon bit his lip as his hips shifted forward, and the tip of his aching tool pressed tenderly between her soaked folds.  A gentle groan escaped him as he began to press inch after slow inch into her, and before the couple knew it his dark hips were pressing tight to her tan rump.  "Satisfied...?" Karon breathed with a gasp.  He could feel her body purposely squeezing his buried tool... just like he remembered.

	Lavona, too, moaned in her spread pose, though it was clear she struggled not to fling herself onto the powerful male.  "You are far too gentle, Karon... just fuck me and speak your peace," she instructed calmly and gently.

	Karon's long-horned head nodded as his hips began to glide back and forth in gentle, rhythmic fashion.  As tempted as he was to simply drink in the sight of her naked body, his fierce eyes met her own amidst their tryst.  "Very well.  I wish to know why you requested that... that I bring Ja'na."

	A soft giggle that melted into a half-moan escaped Lavona as her hips arched upward gently to meet his thrusts.  "Oh?  And what of the provisions you... you so sternly requested for your Stormmoon tribe?"

	"We are not at odds, Lavona.  We never have been," he breathed, one hand daring to boldly trace up over her belly and spread his fingers over her right breast, or at least as much of it as he could hold.  "I have faith that you would not deny a trade to benefit both our tribes.  My concern remains with Ja'na."

	"I noticed," she purred dryly and apparently approved of his touch.  "As it always has been.  Don't tell me you've been doing... naughty things with her."

	Karon hardened his gaze and rocked Lavona with a particularly firm thrust.  "You act as if that is why I wanted her."

	Lavona squeaked with the thrust and moaned even louder as her clit was bumped in the process, though she did not hesitate to reach out with one hand and give his cheek a playful pat.  "You severely lack a sense of humor, honey.  Even if you were, I have heard such trysts are all the rage nowadays.  In fact, word from Orgrimmar spoke of some other tauren who-"

	A rather sharp tweak of her nipple forced the last word back into her mouth.  "You change the subject yet again.  I wish to know why you requested her presence along with me."

	Lavona bit her lip and gently smacked his bold hand, though did not stop him from continuing to toy with her nipple.  "Why, Karon... is it not obvious?"

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	The young tauren couple held their tender kiss for a few short moments before Ja'na drew back with a soft exhale.  "Whoa...."

	Moro arched his brow in concern.  "I'm sorry, did I...?"

	"No!  No," Ja'na assured him as a deep flush crossed her beige-colored cheeks.  "I... is it gonna sound silly if I said that... was... myfurbskibs."  Her last mumbled words were almost unintelligible... but not quite.

	The young bull looked at her blankly for half a second before letting out a small sigh of relief.  "Then I guess I'm in good company."

	It was Ja'na's turn to look intrigued.  "No way."

	"I do not lie," he assured her.  "Though not exactly for lack of opportunity.  My mother's been persistent on presenting female after female of our tribe to me, but...."  His words trailed off as his sapphire eyes drifted aimlessly to the ground.

	The naked Ja'na frowned in concern and tipped her head down to peek up at him.  "You don't [i]have[/i] to like girls or anything, y'know?"

	Moro flinched at this.  "N-no, no, that's not it.  It's just that... my mother is a very physical person, and she doesn't get why I don't just ravish any female that she brings before me.  I bet she's paraded half the females in the tribe through the tent, and half of them rip their clothes off right in front of me.  It's really obvious that they don't want [i]me[/i], they just wanna have the next chieftain be their mate.  They don't know me, my mother won't let them get to know me, and... it's just not for me."

	Ja'na offered him a sad smile, and as she uprighted herself one hand reached out to tilt his chin back up to keep his eye to hers.  "I can tell," she spoke softly.  "But at least you got the chance I guess.  My dad won't even let me look at another male.  It feels... against my nature, too," she admitted somewhat sheepishly.  "I mean, I don't think I wanna just jump every male's bones that I meet or anything, but it's something I'd really like to try."

	"Oh trust me, as would I," Moro assured her.  "At least your father doesn't seem so... promiscuous.  I usually end up having to listen to her 'negotiations' more often than not.  It's an... unusual form of torture."

	The taureness quivered just a bit at the thought -whether this quiver was born from horror or excitement was anybody's guess- but at the same time she couldn't help but look down at her naked body with just a tinge of embarrassment.  "I... I'm sorry... I guess I'm not being much more sympathetic."

	Moro laughed a bit more heartily at this, and in response both of his hands reached out to squeeze her own.  "I'll admit, it is a bit torturous... but this is not so painful.  Something about you is much different than the women my mother paraded before me.  You seem much kinder than my mother, too, if I may say."

	An even darker blush crossed Ja'na's cheeks.  "Flattery's not supposed to get you anywhere, bub."

	A much more disarming, relaxed smile appeared on the powerful-looking Moro's face.  "Who says it was flattery and not truth?  And who said I was trying to get somewhere with a girl who stripped of her own volition?"

	"Oh?  You wouldn't come for me even if I asked?" she quipped with a coy smile.  True, he was far more polite than most males would be in their current state, but Ja'na couldn't deny to herself that she was having fun playing with him a bit. Carefully, the curvaceous tauren leaned back to arch her chest upward, while her plump thighs spread themselves a bit wider to grant him a generous display of her neatly-folded pink petals between them.  One of her long legs slowly lifted as her hoof carefully, playfully extended to give his swollen loincloth a light nudge.  "I suppose only a complete brute would take advantage of an exposed maiden mid-bath, then," she lamented with an exaggerated sigh.

	The young bull struggled against the added pain of his cloth prison.  "You can't have it both w-ways, y'know," Moro quivered.  He could feel his self-control beginning to slip the longer he looked at her.  It was almost as if Ja'na was [i]trying[/i] to draw out the lustful instinct his mother had seemed to try and instill in him... and it was working.  "I can be a brute, or I can be kind."

	"You can be both," she insisted as the tip of her hoof softly slid from the bottommost curve of his package up to the waistband of his garment.  "Balance is key in nature.  Nothing wrong with a [i]little[/i] brutish behavior in bed... then a little kindness afterward."  Ja'na's cheeks were practically on fire.  She almost couldn't believe what she was doing, goading the innocent bull.  She told herself she'd stop the moment he said no... buuuuuut he hadn't exactly said 'no' just yet.  She wasn't any less innocent, but as far as safe opportunities go....

	The dark-furred bull bit his lip as he suddenly lunged forward.  His body pushed firmly between her legs until his taut package pushed tight against Ja'na's exposed quim, while his hands grabbed tight to her own as he firmly pushed her.  Ja'na squeaked as her back suddenly laid flat upon the wet rock, and her hands were tightly pinned above her head.  Moro's muzzle hovered dangerously close to her own, his breath hot on her skin as he struggled to keep the last wisp of his gentleness.  "Don't... tempt... me."

	The intensity in his eyes was difficult for her to return.  Ja'na's head tilted to one side as her breathing shortened.  She could feel the heat radiating from his contained package as it pushed so wonderfully firmly against her.  As she tried to move her wrists, she could feel Moro immediately begin to loosen his grip, and just as quickly she shook her head sharply.  "I tempt you," she spoke firmly and grinned all the more flirtatiously.
