I don't own Blizzard things.
"Welcome to Stormheim students." Declared Vice-Principal Bloodhoof as we stepped off the boat. We're taking a sort of field trip today, "Today we are here to learn about the Vyrkul and to a lesser extent the Val'kyr. Similar in nature but very different. Vartara rested one of her three-finger hands on my shoulder to steady me as we walked along, most of the class were eagerly chatting away as Mr. Bloodhoof marched on, it was cold and a little rocky, but most of the students seemed to have no problem following him as we soon arrived into a vast cave, big enough at the opening that even the massive Vice-Principal Bloodhoof had no issues walking upright.
He gestured to a mural on the wall showing giants and winged warriors fighting off demonic-looking visages. "It is said that the Vyrkul and their ascended states the Val'Kyr fought the scourge ages ago and succeeded, but were driven to Stormheim. Now there are very few left of both. Although there are some who say they merely traveled farther, and further, into the vast planes of existence. The few Vyrkul we have spoken to are fairly tight-lipped on the matter."
He gestured to the winged woman on the mural, painted with vast sparkling wings. "Some believe that the Val'Kyr are obvious references to the Nordic Valkyrie, the choosers of the slain in Norse lore, which also supplies to the theory that the Norse Pantheon were really Vyrkul and Val'kyr immigrating towards Norway and further."
I stared up at the winged ladies on the mural as a blood elf male raised his hand. "Issule." Mr. Bloodhoof called.
"I heard sir that some Vyrkul had tamed Val'Kyr as companions. Similar to a ranger's pet or a warlock minion?"
Mr. Bloodhoof nodded, "There have been tales of Vyrkul and others having a Val'Kyr warrior as a… for lack of a better term at the moment, a 'servant'. But whether through some mystic rite, binding spell, a blessing from the Gods…" he shrugged, stroking his long grey beard thoughtfully. "It is unclear, such ancient rituals are unknown to the few Vyrkul of Orgrimmar. Perhaps the more nomadic and isolated clans of Vyrkul would know, but they aren't talking." He waved us along, "Come."
"…What?" I suddenly looked around, I was distracted by the mural, one of the women, the Val'kyr was looking at something, or at least she was drawn facing out of the mural as the rest were facing the demon-looking hoard of warriors. I paused again as I looked, and turned, facing away from the mural and walking towards the opposite wall of the massive cavern…
"…Jeremy?" Vartara held back, following me. "Where are you going?"
"I… don't know?" I replied concerned as the dark of the cave enveloped us… but I saw something as my eyes adjusted. "…Uh…" it flickered in the dark, like a jewel. "Do you see that?" Vartara was quiet for a moment.
"Actually yeah… but it's…" she pressed her hand on the wall. "It's too small for me to reach. How about you?"
I heard this odd hum in my ear, but I brushed it off. "…I think so." I said, slipping my hand through a small crack in the cave wall…
Whatever it was it was cold to the touch like metal but rough like course rock. There were… grooves in it like a carving on a flat side but round on one end. It was no bigger than a tennis ball. My hand wrapped around it, and it suddenly felt warm. I yanked my hand away as Vartara flinched.
"What the…" she mumbled as the crack glowed. "Jeremy, did you get it?" she asked curiously.
"Uh… n-" I was going to say 'no'… but suddenly I felt I was being compelled again, the hum had become a melodious echo, almost operatic in sound but beautiful, the voice singing was… pretty, like a pop-idol. And I reached into the crack again.
"Wildhammer, Stonehoof… what are you doing?" asked Vice-Principal Bloodhoof firmly. He had returned to the cave and approached "Keep with the grou-…Magic?" he asked curiously as my hand wrapped around the thing again, and I pulled it out. It wasn't glowing as brightly as before, but it was still glowing, the carved runes on the flattened end of it flickered with a warm yellow light like a small sun.
"What is it?" Vartara asked oddly.
"It's a runestone…" Mr. Bloodhoof frowned thoughtfully. "…I've been bringing students to this cave for over a decade. Not to mention its keepers and tenders have been coming here for centuries… how long has it been there?" he asked in awed fascination. "And what is it for? May I see it, Jeremy?"
I held it to him in the flat of my hand, the runes facing up toward him as he carefully took it from me. The glow diminished as he held it gently in his massive hand. "…Fascinating." He mumbled thoughtfully. "…I don't recognize much of the runes on this stone." He noted. "…Protection? Sun-… something… hmmn. I wonder if we can take it?"
"Jeremy found it." Vartara said proudly, "Finders keepers."
Mr. Bloodhoof snorted, with a smirk on his face. "…I'm afraid most archaeological findings don't work like that Stonehoof." He handed it back to me… and it glowed warmly again. "…Well… perhaps we can ask what it is in the Vyrkul village up ahead. Come." He said as we walked back into the light of the cave…
…But as soon as direct sunlight hit the runestone… it BURST in my hand with a blinding flash.
A few hours later.
"Hmmmn… you know son." Dad noted, rubbing his beard thoughtfully, "I always thought you'd bring a puppy home, or a cat… maybe even a wolpertinger…" he stared at the woman standing behind me. "…I did NOT think you'd bring… whatever this is home."
She was beautiful and as big as a fully grown human. She glowed with a warm, soft golden light. She had large golden wings, folded up behind her back and her body was fit and athletic but plump and supple in all the right places. Her body was strategically bound with well-placed leather straps (at least they looked like leather) and she wore golden greaves that shined in her own light… but to top all of this off, she wore a golden mask-like helmet decorated with golden wings that allowed her golden yellow braided hair to flow out the back. It covered her eyes and some of her nose, only leaving her soft lips that shone with a more golden shiny lipstick. Even with the helmet over her face… everyone could tell she was extremely pretty. As if the mask was there to protect us from just how pretty she was.
"…Again Kurdran I am sorry about this." Mr. Bloodhoof declared, staring at the woman stoically standing behind me. "…But it seems she is… very attached."
"Apparently." Dad mumbled, "So what is it?"
"…It is a Val'kyr…" Mr. Bloodhoof said simply, stroking his beard. "…And it has apparently chosen your son as its master and ward…"
"How can you tell?" Kurdran asked as Mr. Bloodhoof sniffed, and drew his halberd seemingly from nowhere. Pointing it at me as the 'Val'Kyr' suddenly drew a golden sword and shield, putting the shield between me and Mr. Bloodhoof. "…Ah…" Dad mumbled as Mr. Bloodhoof pulled the halberd away and the Val'Kyr stood down, the weapons vanishing. "How did this happen?"
"I have absolutely no idea. I have called in an expert but she won't arrive until Monday." He said, "She's busy…" he added sheepishly.
"So…what are we supposed to do with this?" Dad asked, indignantly, gesturing to the Val'Kyr.
"…Take her home." Mr. Bloodhoof replied simply. "…She's harmless unless someone's trying to harm your son… if fact I'm almost certain Jeremy could give her orders." He turned to me. "…Try." He said.
"…Um… what should I have her do?" I asked, looking at her as her masked face gave me her full attention.
"Something simple? Ask her to… walk around the classroom." Dad suggested as I glanced at her.
"…How?" I asked turning back to them as Mr. Bloodhoof glanced at me, but kept his wise eyes on her.
"…Just tell her what to do. Say. Val'kyr walk around the room."
"…That just seems mean." I said sheepishly as Dad smiled and chuckled good-naturedly.
"…Do you want to name her son?" Dad asked, grinning cheekily under his beard as I blushed.
"Well… it just sounds mean to call her 'Val'Kyr... like she's nothing."
"…Go ahead." Dad said, waving to the Val'kyr as Mr. Bloodhoof smiled fondly.
I stared at the Val'kyr for a minute, she seemed surprisingly emotive for someone in a mask. "…Freya." I said, pointing to her. "Your name is Freya." Her wings suddenly spread wide, and fluttered, before they closed again. Making us all jump. "Whoa… um… okay. Freya, walk around the room."
She turned; her rather bubbly backside was covered only by a strategically placed cloth dangling down between her cheeks from the back of her waist belt. She then walked to one corner of the room, before walking casually around, corner to corner before returning to me. Staring at my face again…
"Shall we try for something more complex?" Mr. Bloodhoof asked as my Dad stared at her.
"…Aye, why not… give her something more complicated to do, son." as Mr. Bloodhoof just watched her intently.
"Like what?" I asked, but when they didn't answer. I turned to her and thought about it. "…Freya, stretch your wings?" Fwoom! Her wings stretched out proudly, her golden feathers fluttering as if showing them to me. "Uh… flap them three times." holding up three fingers
Flap-flap-flap.
"Um. Lift your left arm?" her left arm lifted up. "Now your right arm?" up went her right arm. "…Okay you can put them down." She put them down.
"Complicated lad. Think of something complicated." Dad noted.
I stared at her for a minute, and her head tilted slightly. "…Say your name?"
"Jeremy, I don't think she can." Mr. Bloodhoof began
"I am Freya." She declared; her voice was… melodious. Like she was singing, but she was clearly speaking. "As you have ordained me."
"Holy Stones she spoke." Dad declared impressed.
"I'm… surprised. I shouldn't be, but I am…" Declared Mr. Bloodhoof. "Is she sentient?" he replied walking towards her and studying her helmeted face. "…Can you answer my questions?"
She stared at him, her face seemed to sour. But she did not speak to him.
"Don't be rude Freya." I said, more out of reflex than anything.
Her sour face seemed to 'sweeten up'. Becoming calmly stoic again, before answering rather coldly. "…If my lord allowed me to."
"Fascinating." Mr. Bloodhoof replied. "…But we'll speak more about this when our expert arrives. "Kurdan… will you take her home?"
"Don't think I got much of a choice." Dad noted with a twitch of his beard. "Well… bring her along lad." He added.
"Come on Freya." I said as she followed behind me. We got outside as Dad whistled for Sky'ree. WHAM. She screeched happily as Dad patted her flank fondly.
"Can she take us both?" I asked as Dad easily mounted her.
"Course she can." Dad replied proudly. "She could carry a full-grown Tauren if she'd let one get close enough." I hopped onto Sky'ree's back.
"Oh… right, Freya." I glanced at her as her wings popped out, and she began to flap her wings, floating in the air. "…She can fly…" I noted as Dad chuckled.
"With Great honking wings like those, I'd be surprised if she couldn't. Home, girl." He noted as Sky'ree took off, Freya easily keeping pace beside us. Sky'ree landed in our backyard as we got off her, Freya landing beside us, following along.
"…Do you think she sleeps?" Dad asked as I shrugged.
"Maybe… we can probably just ask her." I replied as she glanced around our living room. "Freya, do you sleep?"
"I am capable of it." she answered politely.
"…Should we give you a bedroom then?" Dad asked but she didn't answer him. Dad shrugged dismissively but I promptly fixed this issue.
"You can answer my Dad's questions Freya." I replied.
"…If you wish." She said to Dad as he shrugged and pointed to a room down the hall.
"You can sleep there. It's the guest room." He said as she nodded, but said nothing. "…Pizza?" Dad asked as I nodded.
"Yeah." I grinned, "I'm going to game dad, do you need anything?"
"Nah I got it lad." He replied, "After I order I'll be in my workshop."
I went upstairs to my room… and unsurprisingly Freya followed me. "Oh… you don't have to follow me everywhere when I'm at home Freya."
She nodded, but stood behind me as I booted up my computer. "…At least sit down." I said nervously, "I'd feel weird if you just stood behind me the whole time…" she sat on the floor. "…Uh… hold on." I mumbled, going to my closet and getting my old chair. Sliding it next to mine. "Here… sit on this."
She stared at it and levitated to her feet, before sitting regally on the chair, her wings looked uncomfortable. "Um… wait here…" I said, running out and downstairs before coming back with a stool. "Here… this is better for your wings!" I noted, sitting it down. "Sit on this." She looked comfortable but confused. Her wings fluttered slightly as she sat next to me and watched me play on my computer.
I just fiddled around with some indie stuff until Scott came on, before sending him a message. And soon enough his chat screen showed up. "Hey buddy what's… the hell is that?" he asked curiously as I blinked. "…Did you bring a cosplayer home?"
"Oh… uh… this is Freya." I said, turning the camera more toward her. "She's a val'kyr."
"A what?" he asked before shaking his head. "Know what? Nevermind… after the Nightelf Football fan I'm just taking your Azeroth High escapades in stride." He grinned, "So… what's she doing in your room?"
"She kinda followed me home… I think she's my bodyguard… servant… something." I blinked at her, she did not argue or correct me. In fact, she just looked fascinated with my computer screen. "We're not sure… but she followed me home."
"…Yeah, that somehow makes sense to me." Scott noted flatly, "…So, what do you want to play? Left for dead? I think Hana might be on."
"Sure." I replied. "Want to invite a fourth? How about Ms. Colomar or Ms. Amari… one of the Ms. Amaris." As her uh, 'sister-mother' has taken to playing on her account.
"Well, the Amari's are bonding by violently shootings things at a gun range." Scott noted, he always seemed to know what the Amaris are doing… Ms. Fareeha Amari is his favorite teacher after all. "And Olivia is… ahem… busy…" he flinched shifting slightly in his chair, "But she might be on later… Oh, maybe Brigitte would like to play. I'll ask Hana…"
Armed with four players the zombies didn't stand a chance. After the first stage, we began picking our weapons in the safehouse
"Hey Jeremy shotgun or rifle?" Hana asked standing in the safehouse.
"I'll take a-" but Freya put her hand on my mine, and picked the assault rifle. "Uh… hey…" I mumbled surprised as she then stood behind me. "Uh." And then put her other hand on my WASD hand. "What are you…" however, she began moving me around… like we were one person.
…And now she was using me to kill zombies… she was actually REALLY good at this… although now she was using a melee weapon… I guess that makes sense somehow.
"…Dude, did you suddenly get better at this?" Scott asked as I frowned.
"Hey! I'm still better than you!" I replied. Although really it depended on the game.
"I shall protect you from this undead horde." She said firmly, continuing to play my game for me… well, at least she was socializing? And now she's switched to the assault rifle…
"Jeremy, stop stealing my kills!" Hana yelped indignantly. "When did you become such a good shot?!"
"Hey!" I replied indignantly.
"Got a charger!-Oh… never mind…" Brigitte mumbled surprised. "Jeremy killed it."
"How did you do that?" Scott asked amazed.
"Um…" I looked up at Freya, she actually had a smile on her face as her fingers moved with mine. 'staring' at the screen. "…I have no idea." I mumbled in awe as Freya continued to play with me.
One 'Movie' of Left for Dead later.
"Jeremy you got the top score in every stage." Hana mumbled, "…Are you overclocking?" she mumbled irately.
"Not… really?" I mumbled.
"Lad!" shouted Dad. "Pizza!"
"I got to go. See you guys later." I said quickly.
"Later buddy." Scott replied as Hana and Brigitte said goodbye.
I ate pizza with Dad and Freya, or at least after I told her to have a slice. Then after a very awkward conversation about privacy for a shower. I played a little bit more… then prepared myself for bed…
"…Freya?"
"Yes?"
"…Are you just going to stand there watching me all night?" I mumbled nervously as she stared at me from the foot of my bed.
"…Yes." She said as I sat up in my bed.
"You have a bedroom. You said you sleep."
"I could sleep." She said simply. "But I'd rather stand guard."
I sighed, watching her for a minute. "I'll be fine. You don't have to stand guard…" I said rubbing my eyes and yawning. "Just go lie in bed and relax… it's been a long day." I then pulled up my covers. "Goodnight…"
"Goodnight." She replied softly, her melodious not quite singing voice rather soothing. Like a lullaby.
Bang-bang-bang-bang
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Freya was on my computer… playing left for dead. "Freya?" I mumbled rubbing my eyes. "If you're going to kill zombies could you at least turn it down?" she paused the game and froze, twisting her masked face towards me.
"…I am sorry." She replied. "…How do I turn it down?" she asked as I got up, rubbing my face before approaching the computer and turning down the speakers.
"Haaa-ah…" I glanced at my clock in the corner and rubbed my eyes again. "…Freya it's 1:00 in the morning, please go to bed." She 'stared' at me. Then slowly turned off the computer. Now I felt bad. But she stood up from her stool and- "Wha-!?" I gasped as she wrapped her arms around me and fluttered onto my bed, her wings wrapped around me as I went rigid. My face was buried in her cleavage as she stroked my head.
"Goodnight." She noted as I groaned quietly.
"…Not what I meant…" I moaned… but her wings felt nice and were warm like a heated blanket. And despite the mortifying position my eyes began to close, and I was snoozing away.
"Ha-HA-HA!" I jumped awake and pushed out of Freya's embrace as Dad leaned on the wall, laughing his bearded head off as he wiped a tear from his eyes. "Oh Lad!" he laughed, "…Oh… I thought you'd wait until I left at LEAST!" he grinned as I blushed.
"Dad I didn't DO anything she did it all on her own!" I replied indignantly as her wings opened wide and she got off the bed.
"Good morning dad." She said, politely as Kurgan coughed.
"…Spend one night with my boy and she already acts like my daughter-in-law"
"Dad…" I groaned, "Nothing happened!"
"Aye I believe you son." he chuckled, and he probably did. "…Come on. I'll make yeah breakfast before I head off."
"I would like to assist you Dad." Freya noted as Dad sighed, watching her exasperatedly.
"…Alright come on then." He said, "And Stop calling me Dad, you can call me Kurgan, or… huh. I guess Wildhammer is a bit much."
I rubbed my face as my phone buzzed. I reached over and checked it.
VS – Wildhammer. Are you up?
Vartara was texting me? I wonder what she wanted.
JW – Good Morning.
VS – Are you doing anything today?
JW – Nothing in particular. Why?"
VS – I'm bored
…Well that's usually how most conversations start.
JW - Want to hang out? We can game
VS – I would like that. I'll bring my controller.
JW – K. I'll see you later.
I yawned, slipped my phone into my pocket and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Dad was watching Freya flip pancakes expertly. He stroked his beard. "…You know lad." He said as she flipped pancake after pancake onto the table. "…I'm starting to like her… she's like an all-purpose maid." He gestured to the dishwasher. "She put all of those away in the time it took me to make the pancake mix."
"Dad we really shouldn't treat her like that she's a warrior."
"I will follow any instructions you give me." She declared proudly, flipping the last of the pancakes onto the table. "Enjoy your breakfast." She declared, bowing her head lightly.
"You can eat too Freya." I noted as she sat beside me and took a pancake curiously from the stack, staring at it as if she'd never seen one before. I took the syrup bottle and poured it over mine, then promptly did the same to hers. "Try it." I said as she glanced at it, then apparently following my order. Cut a piece off, and took a bite.
She froze. Then devoured the pancake, like she had just gotten through a famine. Dad laughed as she took another and another, making sure to soak up every ounce of syrup. Once dad had his fill, he dropped his plate into the dishwasher as Freya continued to devour pancakes. "I'm heading out lad, he clapped a hand on my shoulder fondly in farewell as I watched Freya eat. "See you in two days."
"Bye Dad." I said as he left, grabbing his things as Freya suddenly reached for the Syrup and wrapped her lips around it. "Whoa! Don't-!" I said as she began to chug it down like water. "Not the syrup!" I said, half panicking half laughing.
…It took some effort to get her to stop. But I imagine she would've been fine. She is some sort of… otherworldly warrior… thing. I sighed, wiping the now nearly empty bottle of syrup.
"…I am sorry." She mumbled, looking distinctly sheepish. "…That has never happened before."
"Well… let's try not to chug syrup." I replied putting the bottle away and putting
"I will tend to the dishes." She declared as the remaining pancakes seemingly vanished into her stomach. Looks like we're going to have to get more pancake mix… well, Dad always says we should start making things from scratch like proper dwarves.
Just then as she reached the sink the doorbell rang. Probably Vartara.
I opened the door as the big tauren girl ducked her head into the door, walking in with her bag over her broad shoulder. Wearing a tank top and tight shorts her hooves clopped gently on the carpet. "Morning Wildhammer." She noted, ruffling my hair as she walked right in. She's been here before…
She set her duffle on the table in front of the living room TV pulling out her playstation and tauren controller. Naturally, they need custom ones. "How is your… house guest." Freya entered the living room, gazing Vartara up and down.
"Adapting." I said politely as Freya nodded her masked head at Vartara, but I could somehow tell she was studying her.
"Hmph." Vartara noted before dropping onto the couch. It creaked under her weight. "So. Ready?"
"Let me get mine." I said, heading upstairs as Freya followed me. As I went to collect my things in my room I turned my computer on and loaded up Left for Dead as Freya's wings flickered. "I'm going to hang out with Vartara." I said, "Since I don't really feel like making you a third wheel you can play Left for Dead as much as you want." Her wings fluttered and she sat on her stool. I patted her shoulder and took my stuff downstairs.
I sat down next to Vartara as she booted up Street Fighter V, "…She really likes Left for Dead."
"Hmph." Vartara grunted quietly, relaxing on the couch… pushing out her big… um… Udders… distractingly as she chuckled, "I can believe it. Although a pretty winged woman popping out of a rock makes you believe in a lot."
I shrugged at that, and we played.
A little over an hour later as I pounded her Zangief into the floor and her eyes glanced up to my room. "…She hasn't come out of there at all."
"Yeah…" I replied, "…Like I said she really likes Left for Dead.
"Hmn." Noted Vartara, putting down her controller. "…So she's pretty much dead to the rest of the house?"
"I guess so." I said, "…Honestly I don't think she's 'bound' to me the way she says. It's more like she's supposed to follow my orders… but… she-… what are you doing?" I asked as Vartara's soft blue eyes gazed into mine and she sat on my lap… which was nice, sort off. But she was a tauren and over 7 feet tall… so she was heavy.
"…I thought that would be obvious." She tilted my head up as her wide tongue filled my mouth, "Mmmhg-mmmn…" her big breasts pushed against my chest as my hands made their way to her wide hips and big butt. For such a big girl she had a really shapely waist… She pulled away, smirking at me. "Big empty house. Just you and me?" she wiggled on my lap as my erection made itself obvious.
"Well… Freya." I noted as she rubbed my arms. Pull away, and pulled off her shirt, tossing her head as she threw it over her shoulder, pushing her big bare tauren breasts into my face. "Mpgh!?"
"…Did you say something?" she asked playfully, her soft breasts wrapping around my face as her sweet smell and silky fur rubbed against my skin.
"…No." I mumbled as she chuckled, the rumble in her chest echoing in my ears.
"I thought so… MMmn…" she slowly rolled her body on me, grinding her crotch on my quickly hardening erection. "I WAS going to ride my bull yesterday." She cooed in my ears, squeezing her breasts around my face. "But then he was distracted… so I'm going to milk you today…" She slid off my body as I took a breath, staring as she slipped her thumbs into her shorts waistband and pushed it down. Standing naked before me as she tossed her black and white hair. "Hmm-Hmm." She smiled coyly before kneeling down.
Her lips pressed briefly to mine before she knelt fully on the floor, resting her big soft breasts on my legs as she took my pants and pulled them off, letting the rest around my ankles. Her tail flicked on the table behind her as she wrapped a soft gentle hand around my length and began to stroke, rubbing it against her large breasts. "My handsome bull…" she purred lovingly, "Oooh…" my length throbbing in her stroking hands. "Remember to grab my horns." She said.
"W-wait? Oooh!" I shuddered as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around me. "Ugh…" I instinctively reached for her horns, gripping them tightly as her head slid up and down, slowly, her tongue wrapping around my length in her mouth.
"MMmn mmmn…" she moaned softly, twisting her head as she went up and down, her breasts bouncing lightly on my lap as her hands rubbed my thighs, she gazed at me with her soft blue eyes sparkling mischievously. "MMMNG!!" she moaned loudly, her tongue thrashing around my length as I trembled under her suction.
"Oooh Vartara you're so good…" I moaned as she hummed happily, "Ooooh…"
…It was hard to tell who was better at this. Tay'Jin or Vartara. Obviously, Coach was at the top of them all but, "Oooh." It was a REALLY strong tie for second. "Oooh…" I writhed on the couch, gripping her horns tight as she glided up and down. "Ha-aahhh…"
We gazed into each other's eyes as I trembled in her mouth, before gritting my teeth and pulling her to my tip. "Ah!" she gasped, her tongue sliding out of her mouth to press firmly on my length. "Ahhh-mmmn… my handsome bull." She cooed softly. "MMoooo…" she groaned as my length twitched, tapping against her lips.
"…Use your udders." I breathed as she laughed, but immediately cupped her breasts, and wrapped them around me. "Oooh!"
She wrapped her arms around her breasts, squeezing them firmly together as she lifted them up and down gently. The tip of my length just barely peaking out as her soft furry udders slapped gently against my thighs, my hips thrusting up as she moaned sensually, gazing into my face.
"Cum. Cum for me my bull." She praised softly, her mouth opening, "Ah… ooooh… MOOOO." She cooed, "MMMN!!" she gazed down at my length as I trembled.
"Haa-AHHH!!" I pushed up between her breasts.
"YES! Ahhh…" she gasped, closing her eyes as I exploded all over her, "Ah…" on her snout, lips, neck… coating her breasts as I twitched between their tight, soft hug. "Haaa…" she sighed lovingly, continuing to squeeze my length between her tits as more cum was encouraged out to pool in her fur. "Haaa…" her tongue flicked out to slither over my tip, licking it clean of cum before it darted back into her mouth. "Mmmn…" she let my length slip free of her cum covered udders, still squeezing them tightly together.
She got to her feet, squeezing her breasts as she licked them with her tongue, slowly. "Ahh… I need you inside me…" she moaned, pinching her nipples. "MMmn… I need my bull. How do you want me?" My length throbbed back to life as her tail flicked behind her. "MMMgh…" she turned and bent over the couch, hooking her fingers on the back as she pushed her rump towards the TV, she shook it. "Take me…" she cooed pleadingly.
I got off the couch, automatically standing on the coffee table behind her, grabbing her tail at the base as I slipped my length inside her. "Aah-oooh…" she moaned as her tail flicked on me, I buried my length inside her. "NNngh! Ah-Ah-OOoh…" she rocked back and forth on her hooves, her big breasts swaying beneath her as her head rolled, "Ahh yes… Jeremy more." She mooed, "Oooh-ooh! Moo!" she clung to me as I rocked my hips back and forth off her body, shaking in pleasure as she clung to the couch. "AH-aahh…" she sighed, shaking as she slammed her ass back against me.
"Argh SPIRITS! OOOooh!" moaned Vartara as I reached up and gripped her horns, "Oooh!" she tightened around me like a vice as I pulled her back, "Ah YES!" her body trembled as it jerked back and forth, "Agh! Ahh! You're my bull!!" she declared as I fell against her, pushing deep into her body as I released my load. "Haaaa…"
"Aahhh!!" I cried out, shaking as I pulled her horns, "Ahh!"
"MMmn!!" she cooed softly, her knees buckling as she slapped a hand onto the couch to keep herself steady. "Ooooh…" We panted for breath as I slowly slipped out of her, she stood up. Shaking out her slightly disheveled hair as she ran a hand over her round, firm ass.
"Spirits you ride me so HARD for such a little guy…"
"Hey." I mumbled indignantly as her tongue flicked out and curled against my cheek.
"You would not be my bull, if I didn't want you to be my bull…" she purred, before heading towards the downstairs bathroom. "I'm going to bathe. And then when I look like less of marked territory we're going to make out." She laughed as she entered the bathroom, the shower turning on.
I groaned onto the couch, and was just about to put my pants back on when a pair of soft hands gripped my face from behind. "Wha-mmmpgh!?"
Freya pulled my head back, and kissed me. "MMmgh…mmmn… ah…"
"Freya what?-OOF!" she fluttered around the living room before dropping utterly naked onto my lap as I gasped, feeling my length against her smooth bare pussy. It was warm… like weirdly warm. Like standing outside naked in the summer. "Are you-mmpgh!?" she kissed me again, her wings spreading out wide behind her, as if displaying herself proudly for my viewing pleasure. As I swallowed her saliva fending off her tongue my body was warmed up, like I was chugging hot cocoa without burning myself… "Ah…"
She pulled away, and cupped her large wonderous breasts, she wasn't as big as Vartara, but… wow. "I am to serve." She said softly, squeezing her breasts for me. "I am to provide…" she bent forward, cupping my astonished face in her hands. "I am to please…"
She levitated up, then dropped abruptly down onto my length as we moaned. "Ha!" her wings shot wide, shaking as she rolled her mask head back, her mouth open and tongue lolling as I pulsated in her warmth… literal warm she was as hot as an oven, but as wet as a rainstorm. "Your phallus…" she gasped softly, shaking. "It pierces deep inside me…" she moaned, rubbing her stomach as if showing how deep inside her I got, before raising her hands back to her breasts. "I am glad I belong to you…" she declared as my length throbbed, "Ah!" she gasped erotically. Oddly enough, with most of her face covered and revealing only her mouth, it somehow made it HOTTER. "Make use of me." She moaned.
I grabbed her hips, and bounced her as best I could on her lap, her wings stretching, flapping occasionally but remaining wide and stiff as she rose up and down, "Ha…ah… yes… ahh!" her head rolling back, mouth wide as she… drooled, a little. "Ahh! Ahh!! Oydn! YES!! THANK YOU!! AHH! AHH! For… GIFTING!... MEEE!!!"
Her wings glowed with shining but warm light as her body tightened, she squeezed her breasts as her voice echoed with a rapturous cry of pleasure that echoed in my ears like the voice of a legion. "AAAGH!!"
"AH! FRE-YA!!" I hissed as she suddenly went stiff, shaking in pleasure as her head flopped on her neck.
"Haa-aaahhh…" her stomach clenched and twitched as she rubbed it, my seed rushing up into her warm body as she heated up inside her so quickly I thought she was literally going to explode. "Haa…" she cupped my face in her hands before pulling her head to my lips. "I live to serve." She declared.
"Hmph!" Vartara grunted as I jumped, Freya seemed unconcerned as the naked tauren beauty glared at her. "I can't leave you alone for ten minutes and you're already tagging another slut." She walked around the couch and easily hefted Freya off me.
"Freya no fighting!" I ordered as the val'kyr prepared herself but went submissively quiet as she and Vartara stood side by side.
Vartara grabbed Freya as she 'stared' furiously back at my tauren girlfriend. "You want to serve? On your knees." She ordered as she sat next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, and pulled me to her breasts, "Kneel before him."
Freya was on her knees, her wings folded behind her as Vartara gripped my length and aimed it at her panting lips, her steaming breath... "Suck on this…" Freya stared at my length, then at me as I blushed… I guess I should just go with the floor at this point.
"Do what she says."
My length went into her mouth so quickly I thought she had teleported onto it. "MMmngh!!" Vartara tapped my chin, turning me to face her as she began kissing me again, she smelled like our bath soap. Her tongue slipped into my mouth as I caressed her soft body. Freya lovingly licking, and sucking me.
…I think I'll… have to keep this from the expert on Monday… I shuddered, pumping my beautiful Val'kyr warrior's mouth with my seed as she gratefully and devotedly swallowed without my order… Also. I'm definitely going to have to get her to sleep downstairs. Vartara smiled at me, then slid off the couch, sitting next to Freya as they both began to lick, tongue, and kiss my limp length.
…I'll… tell her later. When dad gets home… I rested my hands on their heads, and lay back on the couch, moaning in bliss.
End