Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz & Hemingway ]
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				Title: <strong>Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 18:59:22</strong>
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				Silvermoon was hardly the typical place for meeting Tauren, yet that was precisely why he was there, waiting. Kydreth was his name, a Blood Elf who though far from young by the standards of short-lived races, was barely an adult by the standards of the Elder races. A typical elf, he displayed all their usual, strikingly elegant features, even if these had to them a more square and rugged touch, a hallmark of his family.<br><br>The young elf paced slowly back and forth in the small park, far from the commotion of the Bazaar. Though he would hardly admit to being nervous, there was at least a touch of apprehension in the way he moved, a slight trembling in his limbs. It was, in spite of his protests, an exciting prospect, to meet with a complete stranger, one who supposedly perfectly fit his rather unorthodox tastes. Initially, he'd been far too proud to accept the help of even a good friend, but he had in the end seen reason, that to deny such an opportunity based on simple pride was outright foolish. And though he could be both stubborn and hot-headed, he prided himself with always acting with a certain degree of logic. It had been as easy as asking himself what he would have told himself in such a situation. With nothing to lose, the choice was obvious.<br><br>So he waited. Waited for a woman he knew nothing about, save that she was Tauren, and supposedly an ideal match for him. It remained to be seen. But as he waited, the clock nearing the hour when she was to be there, amidst worries that it had been a prank all along, he allowed himself to be cautiously optimistic. Perhaps his friend was right. She was a woman who made it her business to know things that were none of her business, and it would not have surprised him in the least to learn she knew more about him than even he himself could remember. What could she know, then? Tauren were a curious preference of his, that much she would know for certain. But that alone was far from enough, even a fool would know that, and he did not take her for a fool. Perhaps she knew, having noticed in the way he acted around others, that he took a certain delight in a sense of power, a certain dominance. It was possible, though the idea of her knowing such intimate secrets was an uncomfortable one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 01:50:26</strong>
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				"Excuse me, could I..."<br>"Oh, good afternoon, could I..."<br>"Hello? Hello?! Oh! What is the use!"<br>Sythia Rosewind huffed, before sitting down on one of the many benches in Silvermoon, a crudely drawn map in one hand, while her other rested on the handrail. Here she was, supposed to be meeting this powerful blood-elf, and she can't even make it past the main-gate, the high walls and amber boulevards completely alien to her, while the stench of complete Arcane decadence surrounded her like a cloying miasma. Shaking her head a few times, she snorted, before standing up once more, her voluptuous body dwarfing the fragile Blood elves walking up and down the street.<br><br>She wasn't a bad looking Tauren, not by a long shot. She was large though, even for a tauren, her curvaceous body juxtaposed against the stick-thin models that passed her.&nbsp; Her fur was a soft white, with muddy brown splotches scattered randomly about her. Her tribal attire certainly showed off her bovine figure, a loose curtain of linen tied round the back being her only concealment for her large, well rounded breasts, while a baggy dress hung round her wide hips, leaving her slack stomach exposed to the constant twilight air that was Quel'Thalas, rippling sensuously as she paced through the city<br><br>Managing to follow her map, she found her way through the maze of streets that is Silver moon - unhelped by by signs written in Thallassian, and strangers offering the woman strange looks - until she was somewhere that at least suited the name "Bazaar".&nbsp; She tucked her map away in a pouch round her hips, before looking around, completely unsure who she was looking for. Her friend had said she'd had a handsome young Blood elf; moreover, an young blood elf who was very interesting in meeting a Tauren such as herself. She was flattered, and at once decided to at least pay this man a visit, although after a few cold run-ins with city folk, she could already feel her patience run thin. Sighing to herself, she made her way near another bench, this one near a pleasant fountain, and sat down, the dainty chair creaking softly under the woman's weight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 02:23:07</strong>
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				Kydreth waited until the hour when they were supposed to meet, and then a while longer. Patience was, he liked to think, one of his virtues. But it was only patience for so long, before it simply turned to waiting. And while patience slowly ran out, his anxiety grew. Could it have been a set-up all along? It still seemed unlikely, lacking in motive and too harsh for a light-hearted prank.<br><br>Groaning, he continued pacing back and forth, quickening somewhat. He tried to be rational. Perhaps she'd simply been delayed, somehow. Trouble with the zeppelin, perhaps. Or maybe she was lost in the city somewhere? It wasn't entirely unthinkable, certainly more probably than his friend having set him up. Size made it easier to be seen, not harder to get lost. But what then? If he left the small park, he risked not being there when she arrived. If he didn't, he risked her giving up.<br><br>He sighed. Finally, he decided to go elsewhere, to look for her. Spotting her would at the very least be easy. Perhaps someone else would have seen her, even. He decided to try his luck, and though the first few people could not tell him, or did not want to, after a while he met someone who had at least seen a female Tauren, closer to the Bazaar. So there he went.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 09:52:11</strong>
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				Sythia looked up as the time of her meeting came, and went, and sighed to herself. She had not spent the time idle, however. She had got up with renewed vigour, and started to look around the bazaar, slowly expanding her search area to try and find this Blood elf. She stopped asking people when she realised that all she had to go on was "Small park" as a meeting place, and "Handsome" as a description. But, she held out the hope that despite everything <em>he</em> would recognize <em>her</em>. There were precious few Tauren in Silvermoon, and even fewer with her build. She had spotted a few bulls walking around, whom she offered a kind nod, and the occasional woman; but they all seemed athletic; trained hunters, or powerful warriors, rather then her own druidic self. <br><br>"At least I stand out." She sighed, looking down at her deliciously curved body, not exactly with disdain - for she loved her body - but with a certain degree of embarrassment. Putting her hands on her hips, she took a moment to think, looking around the bazaar as she did. She guessed that, even if she missed the time limit, this blood elf would at least come look for her, even if not particularly well. But, then again, it wouldn't take a lot of effort to find her. Hundreds of people must have seen her by now, and a large female Tauren towering over even the highest blood-elf was something you aren't likely to forget in five minutes.<br><br>Smiling, she didn't give up hope. Placing herself in the center of the bazaar, she stood tall, and tryed to make herself as visible as possible, as she looked around for anyone who could offer her even a flicker of recognition. "Come on Earth mother...Lead him to me" She whispered under her breath, her strange antics already drawing enough odd looks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 11:47:37</strong>
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				A few Tauren passed by Kydreth on his way to the Bazaar, but all of them locals, and none of them female. Asking them if they'd seen a female seemed somehow inappropriate, and he simply went along his way, towards the bustling Bazaar. Suppose he didn't find her, though? It would be impossible for her to tell if he were the one among all the other elves. Depending on how much she'd been told, she might look for a mage. Such a thing would do her little good, as for the meeting he wore a shirt of burgundy, brown and gold, rather than the typical robes. Perhaps she'd know the color of his hair; deep red, almost maroon in color, tousled and kept short made him a minority among the elves with their typically fair, flowing hair. Was that enough, though? He doubted it.<br><br>When he finally arrived, all his fears turned out to be in vain. There he saw her, right away. It truly was crowded, people going in all different directions, and merchants hawking their wares. But in the midst of all the people, she was easy to spot, even from far away. At the time, of course, he couldn't be certain it was her, not without asking. But there was something about her, the way she stood in the crowd seemingly lost, and the attire which marked her as a foreigner. As he got closer, he also noticed she was significantly larger than other female Tauren he'd seen. Though no such thing had been mentioned to him, that certainly made her his type.<br><br>"Pardon me, but you seem lost, Miss Tauren," he simply announced as he stepped before her, bowing his head ever so slightly. "If you'll forgive me for being so direct, that might make you the one I'm looking for, though in that case you're in the wrong place. Am I by any chance right?" he asked, a slight, playful smirk on his lips, as though the entire situation was simply amusing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 19:02:15</strong>
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				She stood alone in the bazaar, looking to the clock. It was nearly thirty minutes past their meeting time, and still no sightings of this Blood elf. Largely, the citizens of Silvermoon avoided the "Cow"&nbsp; standing&nbsp; in the middle of the square, but occasionally a couple shot glances at her, which she would return with a sheepish smile. Almost out of hope, she started to fear the worst; that perhaps he doesn't know what she looks like? Or perhaps she's been tricked. Then a Blood elf walked up to her, and informed her that he's been looking for her.<br><br>"Erm...Err" She hesitated, surprised by the Blood elf approaching her. She had been too busy thinking to even see him coming, let alone react to him. Shaking her head, she tried to recompose herself. <em>Come on, Sythia, pull yourself together</em>, she thought to herself, smiling at the Blood elf before her with a polite smile, still not entirely sure what to expect. Needless to say, the description was about right. He did look a little younger, and more rugged then his racial norm - although his elegance was still unmatched. His fashion sense, however, seemed to fit the trends of Silvermoon, his richly decorated outfit suddenly making her feel under dressed. Quickly glancing down to make sure her attire was in order, she bowed her head in greeting, hoping he wont mind his scantily clad figure.<br><br>"Hello there. You're right, I am looking for someone, and I am indeed in the wrong place. I'm a friend of Miss Lockwood, if it means anything to you at all. She said there was someone I should meet in Silvermoon, so...Here I am!" She laughed, shrugging her shoulders, realising how strange the story must sound if this man isn't the one she's after. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 00:57:50</strong>
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				Kydreth listened as she confirmed his suspicions, then bowed, deeply. It was clear from appearances why miss Lockwood had thought her a good match for him, though it remained to see with regards to personality. Knowing his friend, though, she would turn out in all ways perfectly tailored to his desires.<br><br>"You are more beautiful than I was led to believe, Miss," he declared, fully expecting her to blush – if she could blush, underneath her lovely white fuzz. "Where are my manners, though? My name is Kydreth. Call me Ky, if you like," he said, all the while admiring her figure. A true delight to the eyes she was, with her full curves and ample, pliant flesh. If not for all the people around them, he might have touched her right away. Adding to it was her attire, simple and savage, letting everyone around know she was no native, pleasing him greatly.<br><br>"I'm not sure what you expect from this meeting, miss, but it's clear our mutual friend thinks we may be a good match. Perhaps we should go someplace else, and see if there is any merit to it? I can tell you're not quite used to the crowds."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 01:33:22</strong>
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				She doesn't so much blush as smile sweetly, obviously touched by your sentiment. She had already thrown caution to the wind - too meet a stranger on little more then the whim of a friend requires some degree of bullheadedness - and was now simply enjoying the situation she was in, much relieved now she was with someone vaguely friendly in this often hostile city. "Why thank you; your words are too kind. It's not often a woman like myself is called beautiful by an elf." <br><br>She nods slowly as she recites your name after you, committing it to memory. "Kydreth...What a pleasant name. My name is Sythia; you can shorten it to whatever you want though, although I appreciate it's difficult to abbreviate." She laughs softly, intending to break the ice somewhat, while hoping she doesn't come across too much like a light-headed druid. <br><br>"Well, I came here just to see who you were; after being told about you, I couldn't refuse a meeting with you...And our friend seemed most insistent. Anyway, you are correct in your assumptions. Crowds are not something I revel in, so if we could move to somewhere more...Quiet." She gave a weary nod, clearly tired of judgmental crowds that swirled around the pair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 02:27:35</strong>
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				"You find elves attractive, then? I find them – us – rather plain, to be honest, not like a woman like you" he said, flashing a brief, playful grin, before motioning for her to follow. "If you'd like, I will take you into the woods, but I doubt you would find them very appealing. Our woods are not so much a forest, as an oversized park. Far from the likes of Ashenvale. A lonelier part of the city would be just as fine, I think, if you do not mind the stone."<br><br>As he spoke, he led her back towards where they were originally supposed to meet, leaving the noise and crowd of the bazaar behind. In the more remote parts of the city, away from the gates and the bazaar, things were far more comfortable. Few people ventured there without reason, and there were no shouting contests between merchants and customers trying to outdo one another.<br><br>"I must admit, I'm curious about this meeting our friend has set up. What exactly has she told you about me? Why do you think she did?" he asked, shrugging, to show that he himself had no clue. "She is a spy of sorts, you know. An agent, call it what you like. I suspect she may know more than I do about ... well, me. I'm trying to figure it out."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 09:59:53</strong>
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				"Well, it makes sense that you'd find your own race plain, I suppose. I mean, you <em>are</em> one. Can't be much variation..." Synthia said, while glancing at the blood elves they passed in the street, a remarkable homogeneity to be seen throughout the race. "But from here...You elves seem so graceful, so powerful, and so...decadent." She grins, raising one hand to gesture to the city, as if this creation of stone and magic proved her point. "But yes, looking at your women, I'd say I'm the times the lady...Literally." She smiled warmly, obviously unworried by her flowing curves, but she could not help but love the way Kydreth glanced at them when they first met.<br><br>She took in a deep breath as the crowds started to disperse, before they altogether vanished; Just the pair of them walking down a quiet street, with only the odd stranger rushing too and fro. "Well, I shall try and answer your questions as best I can, but our friend is a complete enigma, it seems. She told me you were young, rugged, a little stubborn at times. She said you were powerful, too...And that you would like to meet a woman like me, whatever that meant" She shrugs, smiling weakly; as if concealing something. She looked slightly unsure. Did Lockheart know about her fantasies? Had she accidentally mentioned them after one too many? She shook her head subconsciously; no, she had told very few people of her...Interests.<br><br>"I don't know why she has brought us together though...That one is beyond me." Taking a deep breath, she was now as curious as the Blood elf. "So, if I may return the favour...What did she tell you about me? I'm curious to know...'Oh, she's the most adorable tauren <em>ever</em>! So cuddly and round!' Mhmm. Sounds like something she'd&nbsp; say." She made an imitation of their comrades Thallassian accent, before laughing softly, putting her hands on her buxom hips as they softly swayed with each stride, her dress clinging tight to her plump figure as she walked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 23:42:03</strong>
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				"Decadent? You say that as if it's a good thing," Kydreth said, chuckling slightly. "You're indeed quite the lady. If compliments are what you're after, go on like that," he went on, grinning slightly.<br><br>He nodded slightly as she told him of their friend's arguments, watching her as they walked. Her expression, the way she shrugged, and shook her head, suggested to him she at least suspected more than she was letting on. Perhaps he'd been right to wonder as well? It didn't seem entirely unreasonable, not knowing how rare such an individual would be to come by. But he said nothing, not just then, letting her go on instead.<br><br>By the time Sythia finished her impression, they had reached the small park he'd told her off, really little more than a garden, but isolated enough that few ever ventured there. He made a sideways sweep of his hand, indicating they'd arrived.<br><br>"She told me very little, in fact. I knew you were a Tauren, and I knew you were not living in Silvermoon, but beyond that, she said very little. Only that you'd be exactly my type. She wouldn't even explain what she meant. But let's try to find out, shall we?" he suggested, taking a seat on the park's only bench. "I'd like to get a better look at you, if a bit of staring doesn't bother you? If you would, turn around for me? With your back to me, stop. It's quite safe, I assure you," he said, though in truth what he wanted to see was not so much her body, as her reaction to the request. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 18:23:50</strong>
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				She took a deep breath as greenery surrounded her, at peace with her surroundings as the stone of the city gave way - if only slightly -&nbsp; to lush greenery. Even though it was little more then a garden, it certainly felt less oppressive, her own druidic nature feeling more at ease with the plants then with the strangers of the metropolis.<br><br>She listened to what Kydreth had to say, nodding every now and again to ensure she was listening. She even smirked as he suggested they find out how much of a match she was. "Don't worry, I don't mind the staring. It's to be expected; after all, we have only just met." She offered him a warm smile, as if to re-enforce her point. "Besides, I understand I'm hardly a normal girl around here..." She laughed, still somewhat self-conscious about her outfit, large swathes of her upper body completely exposed.<br><br>Sythia nods as you ask her to turn around, and promptly turns around with so little as a question; as if she just needed telling to do something. It was only when she had done so, showing off her bare, full-bodied back to the waiting Blood elf, that she realized that what she was doing was perhaps a little foolish. Turning your back to a complete stranger was not something that was recommended, after all. But it was too late now. Patches of brown fur are dotted across her soft coat, only obscured by a few peices of string that held the front of her outfit together, as her body curving down from her ample breasts, before filling back out again to her shapely hips. She smiled softly, as she continued to look forward, wondering what the Blood elf is doing. "Is that alright for you? My, it's not often I get asked to turn my back to someone..." She laughed weakly, hoping that her suggestibility hadn't given what really attracted her to a Blood elf; Power.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 00:05:04</strong>
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				Kydreth smirked slightly as Sythia turned for him, leaning back in his seat as if to enjoy the view. In truth, he enjoyed her apparent obedience more than the sight of her body, however pleasing it was to his eyes. Perhaps it wasn't definite proof of his suspicions, but it did back them up, and made him eager to go further.<br><br>"I suppose it is an unusual request," he remarked, chuckling quietly. A sudden desire to grasp her tail seized him, and he did, reaching for it and stroking it, though careful not to tug. "You have beautiful fur, has anyone told you? Very soft," he went on, somewhat absent-mindedly, as he continued to run his hand along her tail. His eyes trailed up and down her back, her legs. Thick thighs, flesh that begged to be touched - she certainly fit his tastes, and being allowed to stare without fear suited him just fine.<br><br>"Never mind, though," he said, finally letting go of her tail, "you've stood with your back to me long enough, I'm sure it feels silly. Why not sit? In the grass, if you prefer," he suggested, indicating the ground before his feet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 09:34:42</strong>
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				Sythia couldn't help but let out a small gasp as you touched her tail, surprised that you had done so, rather then in offence. But that's not to say she didn't like your grooming, a small shiver of contentment running through her body as you stroked her.&nbsp; "It was a little unusual as far as requests go, but no harm in a little strangeness." She nodded slowly, as if agreeing with herself, her head tilted back so she could get a better look at the blood elf.<br><br>She certainly did admire his physique, even though it was so far from her own. His lithe body was very exotic to her, and so different to the bulls of her homeland. The way he moved, talked, and even acted looked like he was from another world to the tribal Tauren before him, and it excited her, despite what she usually thought about Blood Elves. It was...Almost dangerous, and she couldn't deny that she liked it.<br><br>She let out a sweet smile once more, another compliment slipping from Kydreth's lips and into her ears. "Why thankyou...I must say, I do like the odd stroke. It's rather pleasant. Feel free to stroke - No, too forward, sorry." She smiled, hoping the civilized elf would not take offense from her brashness. Nodding to your idea, she turned around - just as you ordered - And sat herself on the slightly dewy grass, her dress pulled tight against her deliciously plump thighs, which certainly left little to the imagination, although it&nbsp; did shield her modesty from prying eyes. Her full breasts bounced slightly as she sat, and she was careful to ensure that they remained in their linen cover, re-arranging the linen as soon as she was sat and comfortable. "So, do you make a habit of luring exotic women away from their homelands, or am I just the exception?" She laughed softly, looking up to Kydreth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 04:14:50</strong>
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				Kydreth snickered. "I'm known to have rather strange preferences, I suppose that is true. You are as much a testament to that as anything else, wouldn't you say?" he asked, letting out a quiet chuckle.<br><br>Hearing her tell him he was free to stroke, he laughed again, louder than before. "Whatever gave you the impression I minded forwardness? I hardly know what to do, so it's as good a suggestion as any," he said, shrugging slightly, giving a playful nod.<br><br>As she sat, his eyes followed her. On the ground, she seemed even larger than when standing up, much to his strange delight. For a moment, he thought her clothes might come apart at the seams, but though her breasts threatened to escape, no such thing seemed about to happen. Smirking at the thought all the same, he continued to look her over, basking in her sight.<br><br>"If you're asking whether you're the first Tauren I've met in such a manner, the answer is yes. I've seen many Tauren women, but they do not, as a general thing, seem terribly interested in us elves. I suppose it's understandable," he said, shrugging carelessly. "So, tell <em>me</em> something. I'm curious. If you don't mind me asking, what exactly is it you hope to get out of this, our meeting, I mean? Where would you like to see it go, mm?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 09:16:49</strong>
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				She laughed softly as the Blood elf responded to her forwardness, blushing softly. "Well, I <em>do</em> love being stroked..." She grinned mischievously, even going as far to offer a wink to the blood elf. She seemed to relax as you mention that brashness is not an issue, and slowly, she raises her hand, making to stroke your back, though she hesitates before touching. "May I return the favour?" She giggles softly, her round breasts jiggling softly as she does so; concealed for now, but it wouldn't take much effort <em>at all</em> to free them from their confines.<br><br>Sythia then paused, thinking for a moment, wondering how much was safe to say. Oh, her initial intentions were innocent enough, but now, laying eyes upon Kydreth, it was easy to let her mind wander, his agile physique distracting her clear thinking. "Well, I suppose I came here to meet a new friend...Maybe more." She began, while her cheeks flushed a healthy rose colour, visible even through her white coat of fur. "Where should it go? Humm...I was never very decisive on these things...I should dearly like to hear where you'd like to see it go though..." She grinned playfully, as she decided to hold back in mentioning her darker desires, but they were becoming fairly obvious by the way she was flirting, and the fact she was simply letting you look at her body without a fuss or a comment.<br><br>"In any case, it's true that most Tauren seem uninterested in Blood elves. I must admit, I'm not their biggest fan - No offense - but I liked Lockwood, and as you're a friend of hers, then you're a friend of mine." She nodded, sure of herself. "And so far, I haven't been let down...I must admit, I'm rather excited sitting here. It's not often people take interest in me...They tend to go for other adventurers; Athletic, somewhat-but-not-quite curvaceous, big busted...You know the type." She looked down at her own voluptuous body, and it could hardly be said to meet the first or second criteria, although the third was fine, her breasts matching the size of any adventurer, straining against the fabric.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 12:43:14</strong>
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				Kydreth leaned closer as she spoke, as she mentioned 'maybe more'. Quirking an eyebrow, he smirked, nodding slightly. "I think you might just be in luck, Sythia," he teased, "I'd like more, too. I'd like to try, anyway, and when two people want that, what's stopping them?"<br><br>"I suppose it will be my job to make you <em>my</em> biggest fan, then, won't it?" he playfully asked, chuckling quietly, then paused as she continued. "I myself prefer large curves all over," he assured her, nodding for emphasis, "and you fit that description quite well. I hesitate to say this, in case I offend you – I assure you I don't mean to – but you are a beautiful, fat cow. I like the idea of squeezing and touching that soft flesh, of trying to wrap my arms around your thighs and failing, of ... well, of your body. There's so much about it to enjoy, mm?" <br><br>Kydreth leaned closer still. "I have a question, though, if I may be so bold. I've noticed in you a certain willingness to do as you're told. I might be imagining things, but I think not," he said, even as he reached out with one hand, cupping her chin, scratching the underside in an almost pet-like manner. "Am I right? Do you have, ah, a slightly submissive streak? Because I think perhaps our friend thought you were in need of some discipline – a little friendly guidance."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 21:50:02</strong>
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				"Indeed, what <em>is</em> stopped them?" She smirked mischievously, listening to his voice, grinning as the blood elf confess his love for the more "Full-figured" lady. "Mhmm...Well, that has to be the first time I've been called a ''fat cow'' and actually felt privileged to be called so!" She laughs softly, playfully hitting him on the shoulder. "Well, I am very grateful that you are of that bent. It has been a while since someone has raised an eyebrow at me, and if anyone is to do it...Well, lets just say I have a good feeling about you." <br><br>She smiles warmly, letting her hand linger on his shoulder, rubbing it tenderly while extending her legs out in front of her, her thick, delicious thighs now rather easy to spot, while the dress slowly rode up her calf, her neat hooves giving way to the tender flesh of her lower body. "Well, here's to the hope that we find enough time to enjoy it." She laughed, quite happy to flirt with you.<br><br>She pauses, however, as Kydreth's insightful comment strikes the nail on the head. But as soon as he touches her, his firm, supple hands against her cheek, all her doubt seemed to disappear. She was already flirting, why not just admit it? "Y-Yes..." She manages, blushing furiously. "Ever since I was a teenager, I've loved...Being pointed in the right direction by more experienced hands." She nodded slowly, unable to help her instinct to dance around the issue, unsure what the Blood elf will think.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 00:08:38</strong>
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				Kydreth nodded at her admission, his hand still cupping her chin, keeping her head tilted back slightly. "I thought I recognized something. I can't say I mind, either. A cow, pleasantly sized, with a deep, dark desire. Sounds alluring, no?" he asked, chuckling slightly. Sitting back, with his hand still under her chin, he motioned for her to come closer, guiding her head until it rested in his lap, and she looked up at him.<br><br>With her head resting comfortably, he moved his hand from her chin, to stroke her muzzle. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, though. In fact, don't be ashamed of anything," he insisted, nodding once more. <br><br>"You think our friend knew all along? Knew what she'd be getting you into?" he went on to ask, snickering slightly, quirking a brow teasingly. "I wonder if she thought much about it. If she imagined things. Ahh, but never mind that. I suppose we know why now. What now?" he asked, drawing out the question, before repeating it, both hands caressing her soft muzzle. "Am I moving ahead too fast for you? I wouldn't want to scare you off, you know."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 10:08:49</strong>
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				"Y-Yes..." Her anxiety melted as he put her head in his lap, gently nuzzling it with her soft cheek, making a pleasant, contented sound that could only be described as a pleasurable mooing noise. She felt at peace with herself now, now that the cat was out of the bag, and the Blood elf had accepted her for what she was; a fat cow in the heat, in need of someone to set her straight.<br><br>Looking up, she listened to Kydreth talk of discarding her shame, and at once felt liberated, as if years of piled-on social pressure was beginning to buckle and disappear. Instead of being concerned, she merely now enjoyed. She smiled happily as you stroked her muzzle, her eyes flickering with pleasure; for it was the simple things that mattered to her most right now.<br><br>"Indeed..." She started, smiling, "I hope she's feeling smug about herself..." Sythia laughed softly, her big, brown eyes looking up to yours. "What now indeed? Well, you don't need to worry about scaring me off. Truth is, I rather like it here, and I'm rather excited about what you're planning. And we've already established that I can't resist a strong voice or an order..." She presses her thick thighs together, anticipation starting to build between them, your knowledge of her darkest secret arousing her somewhat. "I think that's a good start to work on."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>03-04-2010, 02:13:19</strong>
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				Kydreth leaned back, chuckling as she spoke. "I find myself hoping she's fantasizing about this – us," he said, paused for a moment, before tilting his head down again, giving Sythia a playful smirk, cocking his head. "Tell me one thing, have the two of you ever been, ah, intimate? Have you ever . . . wanted to?" he asked, snickering just after. A jolt of arousal tingled down along his spine as he considered the possibility, making itself known to her in the shape of a hardening bulge just beneath her chin. If he was aware, it did not bother him.<br><br>"Mm, as for your orders, I don't think it would be appropriate to start commanding you around just yet, hmm? We only just met, and as eager as I am to explore this further, now that we both know what to expect ... I think I would rather wait, at least a little. Earn your trust, rather than take it by force," he explained, still stroking her in the gentlest, most caring and adoring manner.<br><br>Quiet for a moment after, he pressed his hips gently up against her, the firm bulge pushing into her flesh, slightly. It was a subtle move, as much like an ordinary shifting of his position on the bench as anything else, perhaps not even a fully conscious act - at least not obviously. In truth, it was highly calculated. Kydreth had noticed her thighs squeezing together, and taken it as a hint of arousal. Building that arousal further, working her to new heights of excitement, seemed a very good place to start. Having her beg for his attentions would perhaps require more patience, but would in the end be far more rewarding. A faint shiver of excitement went through him, as he thought of all the things he could make her do, all the hoops he might make her jump through, simply to be treated the way she wanted. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>03-04-2010, 09:39:11</strong>
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				Sythia smirked as she imagined their friend alone in some bedroom, teasing herself over them. "Intimate with her? Well..." She pretended to think, but she already knew the answer, a small blush forming in her cheeks. "Just once. She was the first - and last - woman&nbsp; I had ever made love to. Not by choice of course. Since her, many of my own kind have suddenly become very attractive." She laughed softly, hoping to dispel what she saw as awkwardness. "But yes...She's beautiful. And so very sexy, if you forgive me crudeness. She would grab a handful of my flesh, and pull me close, whispering in my ear, telling what a good, fat cow I am. She also toldme how she would make me feel good in ways a man would never..." She averted her eyes, blushing heavily as she admitted this to someone who may as well be a complete stranger. "H-How about you? Have you ever become 'intimate' with her?"<br><br>Of course, it was as she averted her eyes that she saw it. A growing bulge in the crotch of his trousers. She perhaps spent a second to long looking, her mind frozen on what she could see. Her arousal increased, and her desire suddenly became a lot more apparent, her more animalistic desires attempting to shove to the front. Shaking her head, she tried to compose herself, succeeding in triumphing over her desire for now, but the longing remained, her thighs remaining tightly shut, the pressure soothing her pain. "O-Of course...I don't intend for you to order around a stranger. I would dearly like to know you better, and it would certainly be interesting to 'Explore' this situation." She answered as carefully as her mind could manage, nodding slowly in agreement with the Blood elf next to her.<br><br>In a gentle movement, his hips shifted, and with a soft gasp, she found his member pushing against her cheek, it's hardening shape brushing against she soft fur of her muzzle. She tried to ignore it, tried to stop herself from thinking indecent things in front of a new friend, but her willpower was too weak. She found her lust climbing steadily, as the urge to simply press herself against it became overwhelming. Eventually, it made progress, and subconsciously, and perhaps even looking somewhat innocent, she shifted the weight of her head, softly nuzzling his lap; and now, his member.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>04-04-2010, 00:34:36</strong>
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				Kydreth listened intently to Sythia's story, his arousal growing, and making sure she felt the effect her story was having, underneath her chin. Her story didn't surprise him in the least, though to hear it elaborated upon in such detail was unexpected. When she asked if he had ever, he simply chuckled, shaking his head. "I haven't, no. It would be a lie to say I haven't felt the occasional desire to, or haven't had a chance, but beyond her beauty, she doesn't appeal to me – not in such a manner. Or, she didn't. Perhaps I will try to bring the two of you together again?" he suggested, smirking slyly. "Regardless of how I feel sexually, though, I know she is usually right. In this case, however, she is wrong. There isn't a thing she can make you feel, that I can't, and won't."<br><br>She might have tried to be discreet about shifting her head, but even the most subtle movements did not escape him, driving his arousal higher. Things seemed to be heating up quite quickly, and the Tauren eager to take the bait. Kydreth was only too happy to tease further, gently pressing her head down against his lap, fingers stroking her muzzle, tickling her face, around her eyes and her ears.<br><br>"What was it you and our friend did?" he asked, his tone becoming more muted, seductive, almost. "I'd like to know, if you don't mind. It's all part of getting to know you, see? Tell me of the things you liked, and the things you didn't like. Above all, don't be shy, mm?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>05-04-2010, 00:07:47</strong>
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				She giggled as you assured her that he could make her feel as good as their friend had; a mean feat indeed. She could still remember that night vividly, despite the alcohol beforehand that had coaxed her into it. "Well, we can always see; it depends whether she just wants to leave us in peace or not!" She nodded slowly, smiling in affirmation, but she does seem to look a little distracted.<br><br>To be fair, she has every right to be, as you gently push her cheek against your throbbing member, it's hardening form beating mere millimeters from her. She could smell it already, the musky aroma of arousal,&nbsp; her bovine instincts granting her a better perception into such matters. She closed her eyes, trying to keep it out of her mind, but it was a loosing battle, her gentle nuzzles becoming more and more forward.<br><br>"What did we do?" She looked up to you, the scene racing through her mind. "W-Well...We had a couple of drinks...I don't drink often see, so it didn't take long before...Well, we kissed, right there, in the tavern. She led me somewhere quiet and then...She ordered me to lie on the ground, and 'spread my cunt like the slut I was'. I had never been so badly treated in my life...But I loved it, so I did what she told me to do..." Almost subconsciously, one of her hands drifts to the top of her skirt, brushing along the fabric, as she quoted the Blood elf word for word "Then she...She licked me, and I licked her, too...She kept talking to me, calling me bad, bad names...Until we both came, shivering atop each other, before giving out..." She shrugged, smiling, trying to stop herself from crawling into a ball in shame "We've done one or two things since, but otherwise..." She nodded, her thighs grinding against one another in arousal, her slick nether becoming desperate for attention. "That's really not helped me..." She mumbled to herself, gritting her teeth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 21:15:34</strong>
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				Sythia might have been somewhat shy, but she was losing to her instincts and desires, Kydreth could tell. It wasn't for no reason he moved his hips as she nuzzled him, pushing harder as she nuzzled more intensely, gasping lightly from such a simple thing, he too growing more and more aroused.<br><br>But he would not be the first to submit, oh no. Sythia would be licking him through the fabric of his pants and masturbating before he ever made the first move to undo his pants. Far better for her to make the first move, only to be stopped, and taught who was boss. Ideally, she would understand right away, and submit to his control. Perhaps then he would allow her.<br><br>Perhaps? It might be he could fool her, but not himself. The desire to control her was all that kept him from unbuttoning his pants right at that moment. Sythia's encounter with their mutual friend had been unexpected, too, and did nothing to lessen his arousal, instead filling his mind with images of the two. Cocking his head, he managed a confident smirk. "You enjoyed that, being called a fat cow and a slut? I might do the same, if you ask nicely, mm? Or would you rather I kept it clean, dignified, and simply told you what a beautiful Tauren you are, what exquisite white fur you have? I'm having trouble deciding, really ..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 10:02:45</strong>
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				"E-Either is good..." She whimpers, fighting through a haze of animalistic lust just to speak now, her mind almost gone. "Compliments are nice, and I appreciate them...But there's just something...Something about being called names. Being treated like dirt." She's barely nuzzling you now, her grinding more like an passionate sign of affection, her soft muzzle rubbing up and down your hard crotch. "It's a delicious feeling, a feeling I shouldn't like, but I do." She smiles weakly, looking up to you.<br><br>As she speaks, her hand sink lower, and lower, until it rests on her own crotch, gently rubbing and petting it through the dress. Initially, she holds in the pleasure it grants her, the release merely being enough to prevent her from succumbing to her "worse" desires. But it goes on, and eventually, it starts to have the opposite effect, the fire between her round thighs calling for more, more sensations, more pleasure. She lets her guard down for a second, overwhelmed by lust, moaning softly while looking directly at you, pleasure rocking through her plump body<br><br>She stops, and brings her other hand to her lips, covering her mouth. <em>What have I done?</em> she thinks to herself, watching the last of her dignity disappear before her. Here she was, moaning on the floor, grinding her cheek into a thick, hard cock while rubbing herself off; all in public, all exposed to any passer by who may have the pleasure of seeing them. Although in her current state, she may not look it, but she was still somewhat scared, her inner shyness shining through. But&nbsp; it only took moments for her mind to find it exciting, "what ifs" running through her mind. What if a passer by was a business partner to Kydreth? What if <em>she</em> knew the passer-by, having to look into their eyes, moaning lustily as they walked by, both disgusted and curious of what's taking place. <br><br>"I-I'm sorry...I'm not used to such a feeling within me." She blushed, once again meeting your eye. "I have not had many partners, fewer of which could make me feel like this...I-I can't hold it off. I'm too weak..." She gasps, her hand <em>still</em> petting her intimate areas, an incriminating wet spot forming when her fingers had been grinding into her wet folds. Her ample breasts rose and fell, as her breathing remained heavy, occasionally catching as she clipped her clit, a bolt of pleasure bursting through her.&nbsp; But she had admitted her weakness, and it made her feel better, more justified about what she's doing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 21:28:17</strong>
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				Kydreth smirked when he heard Sythia moan, his gentle caressing seizing immediately, looking down at her to make it perfectly clear he'd heard her. "You just moaned," he said, rubbing it in, and delighting in doing so. "Ahh, but no shame in doing so, and not to worry, no one has walked past ... except one rather charming, young girl," he teased, holding her head cupped in his hands.<br><br>"But masturbating without even thinking to let me enjoy is a bit selfish, don't you think? A bit selfish, and somewhat silly?" he asked, bringing a hand under her chin, tilting her head back, forcing her to look up. "I'm not unreasonable, though, no, no. I understand you cows may have different sexual appetites, more ravenous, though I wish I'd known sooner. Mm, but if you'd like something firmer than your own fingers, you have but to ask. You will have to ask, though, properly. No whispering, no looking away shyly, no half-sentences. Understand?"<br><br>It wasn't going as he'd planned, not with her touching herself, rather than him. But what opportunities it provided. She'd be forced to submit herself to his domination. She was making sure of that herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 22:21:47</strong>
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				She looked up at him, blushing deeply. How could he stay so calm? It was beyond her. The tension was intense, and her bovine instincts had taken over far quicker then she thought they would. "Well, I h-hope she was very charming...And wasn't someone you know; what would all the other Elves think if they saw you with a cow like myself, mhmm?" She laughed softly, deep breathing punctuating her words as her fingers still working feverishly through her dress.<br><br>She smiles as you offer your lifeline, however, the thought of something "Harder" eliciting a pleasant shiver through her body. "So...I need to ask?" She said slowly, letting her eyes look down to your crotch, spying on what she may seen be able to see obscured. She full well realized that this would be her final surrender - to ask this stranger to have sex with her - but at the same time, her shy self had been eroded away, leaving her with little dignity. Still, as she opened her mouth, pangs of self-consciousness washed through her. What if this was a trick to embarrass her? Or just a cruel game? What if-<br><br>"Fuck me, please." She said it, bluntly and without thinking, the words coming from her mouth on instinct. She continued to look into your eyes as she says it, the need obvious in her voice. She surrenders, putting her trust into you, knowing somehow that you will know best. She wants to look away, she wants to hide from your all-seeing eyes and keep some shred of her dignity, but she knows it's too late now. It's been said. And she can't take it back now...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 22:49:51</strong>
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				Kydreth felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over him upon hearing her utter those three syllables. But he wasn't quite finished, not yet ready to indulge her. Cocking his head, he offered her a questioning glance, raising an eyebrow. "I'd like you to try again, Sythia. A little slower this time. I want you to think about the words as they come out, mm? I also want you to ask, not ... demand. I want you to say, 'Kydreth, will you please ...'"<br><br>All the while, he held her head, tilting it back, to force her as best he could to meet his eyes. If this was to be the point of her surrender, he would make sure she felt it in ever fiber of her being, that ever nerve ending in her body tingled with lust and shame, to make her feel utterly at his mercy. He had no desire to turn her into a mindless whore, but he recognized what he saw as a need to break her first, to assert his dominance over her, even as she offered it freely. Later, he could reward her for her obedience, and treat her like the utterly invaluable object she was, rather than a cheap, disposable one.<br><br>As he waited for her to repeat her request as instructed, he could feel the tingling of nearly electric tension in the air. He would never admit to it, but a part of him worried, was nervous that she would reject him after all. Significant stress was being put on her, he knew, and even as he sought to bend her well beyond the limits of safety, he hoped she would not break, and leave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 09:49:16</strong>
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				She kept looking up at you, this time by force, your firm hands wrapped around her muzzle. She couldn't escape now, her mind utterly focused on him, unable and unwilling to break free. She couldn't just mindlessly blurt it out now. You had forced her to think about what she had just said, and what she will say, and shame swept through her, her inexperience pushing to the fore at last. She felt like she was going to cry, start sobbing over his crotch, but she restrained herself, not least because she wasn't sad; She was just so excited, so scared, of what could come next...To her, "control" and "domination" were new concepts, concepts being hammered out before her. Fantasies are not, after all, anything like the real thing.<br><br>Swallowing, she tried to start, but the words didn't come readily enough. "Kydreth...Erm...Will you...Please..." She trailed off, unable to say it. She tried to gather her spirits around her. She had to trust him, and trust herself, to do the right thing. It put her at ease, raising her head from your grasp, off your crotch until it was a little below your own head, still cowed by your presence, but maintaining eye contact. She replaced her head with a hand, gently kneading and playing with your crotch, drawing strength from her boldness. Her tribal front hung down as she faced you, showing you her deep, pump cleavage, her attire within mere inches of falling off, or otherwise removing itself from the shaky tauren.<br><br>Slowly, she opened her lips, and started to speak, a slight shiver in her words, but none the less, she was no longer hiding. "Kydreth, will you please fuck me. I know I've been an animal, but I'm willing to learn from you, if you're willing to teach me. So please, Kydreth, please will you fuck me?" Her breaths were ragged, but she said it all, her whole body quivering in anticipation of what was to come, and what consequences it will have. She has surrendered, totally and fully, placing her trust&nbsp; in you, and giving her actions over to your more experienced mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 21:23:15</strong>
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				Kydreth watched Sythia's reaction impassively, his face betraying no sign either way. But when she finally worked up the courage to ask, in such a shameless manner, not simply repeating what he'd instructed her to say, but elaborating, begging for his attention, he knew he could deny her no longer. She had exceeded all his expectations, and for that, would be rewarded. <br><br>After a moment's pause, he nodded. Gently taking Sythia's larger hands in his own, interlacing his five fingers with her three, he spread their arms far apart, pulling her slightly towards himself. "Would you like to go right now, Sythia?" he asked, grinning slightly, leaning down until the tip of his nose touched her muzzle, maintaining eye contact. "Just lift up your skirt, carefully straddle me, and claim your well-deserved reward."<br><br>Without even waiting for a response, demonstrating that he was still the one in control, he let her arms go, and unbuttoned his pants. With just a quick glance over Sythia's head, which at any rate would obscure his crotch for anyone passing by, he tugged his underpants down, reached inside, and pulled out his firmly erect manhood, its tip utterly slick from sheer excitement. With his hand wrapped around the shaft, he simply let it rest beneath Sythia's chin, twitching whenever a shiver of excitement caused his muscles in the region to flex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 09:44:49</strong>
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				She smiled as she locked hands with you, her larger "paws" swamping your own. She felt at peace now, at ease with her situation. She was still shaking with adrenaline, but otherwise, she looked fine. She looked below her, and she saw it. That thing which had ignited her passions. Your member, throbbing beneath her, it's slick sides glinting in the permanent twilight of of Silvermoon. She wanted to just reach out and touch it, to hold it, to taste it. But she had been told to do something else, something else that aroused her even more. <br><br>She keept her nuzzle against your nose, the tension in her lips creating a delicious feeling within her. Without breaking eyecontact, she tugged up her dress while placing her knees either side of you, slowly revealing her plump white figure. Powerful calves gave way to her round knees, which, in turn, gave way to her deliciously thick thighs, wobbling softly with each movement she makes. Then, finally, it is revealed, her slit, glistening in arousal, flushing a gentle pink even through the fur. <br><br>She shuffles a little further forward, towering over the blood elf she's straddling, but at the same time, feeling under his spell at all times. Lowering her voluptuous hips, she felt your tip brush against the entrance of her slit, gently running up and down her pink flower. Slowly, she then started to lower her buxom body onto yours, gasping as your hot, stiff member sinks into her, waves of relief washing over her as she claimed her reward. "Oh...Thankyou...Thankyou so much..." She moaned, as she continued to lower herself onto you, her wet slit massaging your length as it disappears within her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 20:05:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kydreth welcomed the closeness, his hands sneaking up underneath her dress, hands on her buttocks, squeezing gently. He let out a muted moan of satisfaction as her slit first touched his erect member, delighting in the feeling of her ample flesh surrounding him, a feeling quite unlike any experience he'd ever had, far softer than any other woman. Sythia was, for obvious reasons, not nearly as tight as any woman he'd ever been with, but the feeling of those chubby lips as they hugged his manhood was something exciting in its own right.<br><br>He tried to control her as she lowered herself, his own hips wanting to push up to meet her, but restraining himself until she'd lowered herself all the way, her plump lips completely engulfing his manhood, and then some.<br><br>Far too short to meet her face-to-face, Kydreth was equally as happy burying his face in her ample breasts, enjoying the softness, the way her flesh rippled slightly with each subtle movement. It wasn't long before he was trying to nuzzle them free of their cloth coverings. Even as he did so, he began to move his hips, grinding against her, shivering in pleasure as the tip of his cock kissed her inner walls, in spite of the fact they were meant for a much larger anatomy. Size itself would be far from enough to please her, but armed with a knowledge of women and their weaker points, and Sythia's already significant arousal, Kydreth was confident he would have her quivering in pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 10:27:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sythia bit her lip, whimpering as she lowered her folds onto your throbbing shaft, feeling you enter her most intimate area. It was true that he was, perhaps, not as large as the Bull she had lost her virginity too, but there was something about it that made it so much better...The tenderness, the feeling of arousal as you work your way with her, and your experience, far greater then that of her first mate, lending you a great advantage over the sodden cow before you.<br><br>Her plump ass now rests on your legs, it's thick, fleshy cheeks rolling over your thighs, while her powerful legs kept the bulk of her weight off you, stopping her from shattering the smaller elves' bones. Her tribal front is easy enough to remove, her large, voluptuous breasts spilling out of it with little action on your part, the soft, white orbs&nbsp; now exposed to you. Her pink perks tingle with anticipation, and she looks down to you, smiling as you nuzzle them, her bovine instincts kicking in as they expect to be suckled on.<br><br>She warms her arms around your back, grabbing at your clothes; not necessarily to pull them off, but simply instead to cope with pleasure rushing through her as you grind yourself into her slit, her own hips soon enough gyrating into yours, her yielding ass kneading and enveloping your cock. "Oh...Earth Mother...Why did I resist you?" She moaned softly, whispering into your ear, as peace seemed to fall over her, a certain will to just stay like this forever.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 22:39:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Soon enough, Kydreth <em>was</em> suckling the luscious breasts before him, one after the other in turn. While he continued to grind his hips against her, arcing each thrust up, slightly, and each time trying to brush against her with more than just his manhood, to tease the surrounding area, his hands moved further back. Grabbing at the ample flesh of her rear, his hands inched their way further, parting her buttocks, then sneaking in-between, stroking her teasingly. It was all he did for the time being, fingers making neat, little circles around her anus.<br><br>"Let all Silvermoon hear, mm?" he urged her, each word spoken in-between a little gasp, as pleasure mounted inside. A few people did pass by, barely aware of the strange movements in the park, though none seeing exactly what was going on, clothes and trees obscuring the intimate details, leaving those to be filled in within the minds of the people going by, and most probably getting it right.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 08:40:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her whimpers became louder and stronger, as she felt your enter body press against her, your firm, strong body almost sinking into her yielding form. She looked to the path, partially obscured by foliage, and attempted a smile at the strangers as they walked past, but she couldn't maintain it for long, your loving tongue giving her eager teets what they desire as you suckle on them, satisfying her primal desire. She turned back to you, her bottom lip quivering as you pleasure her, her thick, chubby arms wrapped round your body form comfort, <br><br>Slowly, she started to rise her plump ass a little higher each time you pull back, pushing it back down on your cock in concert with your thrusts with a soft plop, her voluptuous thighs softly slapping against your own. Her whimpers turned into moans as she pushed herself onto you even more, her slick, wide, cunt offering no resistance to your thick member. Need wracks her body, and fills her entirely. It's been so long since a man had found her attractive, and longer still since one had entered her, and she just wanted to hold him to her and laugh, a feeling of joy swelling in her as much as the pleasure. <br><br>She shivers in delight as you grab her soft ass, kneading it's large form in your hands as you brush against her anus, teasing her virgin ass. "Mhm....I-I've never had someone touch me there before..." She blushes at you, confiding into you her inexperience as you toy with her most private hole, the soft fur giving way to her tight pink pucker. "It feels...Nice." She decided, purring into your ear, her warm breath landing on your ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 23:55:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Further excited by her admission, Kydreth continued to tease her pink, little anus, but never more than lightly touching the outer rim. Penetration, he decided, would wait, no matter how much she'd beg to be entered. But that would not keep him from playing with her, and tempting her. "Beg like a whore, and I might press my finger inside you," he teased, pressing against the muscle.<br><br>Meanwhile, his own arousal and excitement was rising steadily, as she began moving more and more. Seeing the slight jiggling of her ample flesh, and feeling her thick arms and legs around him filled him with desire, pleasure tingling along his spine each time she slapped against him. There was more than enough of her for most peoples' tastes, yet Kydreth was so far from most people, and so consumed in the moment, that her body seemed almost like a tease.<br><br>"We need to feed you well," he whispered, in-between ragged gasps, grinning up at her. Perhaps later he would regret the suggestion, find it silly. But at that moment, it felt so very right.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 09:07:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The teasing was driving her insane, that soft, delicate touch around her anus tingling through her body. It wasn't that it was a particularly powerful feeling, but it was something...Something new. She'd never felt someone stroke her anus, and she felt so naughty&nbsp; for enjoying it. Nodding slowly, she purrs into your ear, gently licking the rim of it between words. "Please, Kydreth...Please push your finger into my ass...I want you to show me how good it feels..." She moans the words, finding it difficult to talk properly anymore, pleasure flowing through her body.<br><br>She continues to push herself onto you, her "relatively" loose pussy more then making up for it's losses by how strong her muscles were, her womanhood almost milking your member while it's inside her. The steady slapping of her thick thighs hitting against yours becomes more pronounced as she starts fucking you harder and harder, her body craving your touch over every inch of her.<br><br>He fur starts to become slightly matted, sweat glistening from her body as she enjoys the longest and hardest workout she's received in a while, but she doesn't feel exhausted, far from it. She's driven further, her lust growing with every push, driving her closer to that pinnacle of pleasure. "W-Well...You're going to need to feed me well if you want me to stay as your big, fat, cow...'Cause I have a feeling I'm going to get very healthy if you keep doing this to me" She whispers the words in your ear, her sultry tone of voice one of incredible need and desire, yearning for a final release.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 21:15:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kydreth's finger never ventured inside her anus, in spite of her pleading. He simply continued to tease, fingering the muscle, tugging at it, massaging and tickling, but never properly fingering. Meanwhile, his free hand had found its way to her clit, teasing and touching, gently stroking the sensitive nub of flesh, to help force a climax upon her.<br><br>She, in turn, was making it anything but easy for him to hold back his own climax. With the addition of sweat and glistening skin, the image and the sex was quickly becoming more than he could resist. A tingling in his lower regions warned him he would have to slow down, or finish her quickly, or he would be the first to release – completely unacceptable. It took all of his willpower to keep orgasm at bay, as he lifted himself slightly from the bench, hips grinding against her, the slapping of her ample flesh against his incessant, his little panting moans constant. There could no longer be any doubt for people passing by, as to what went on, there on the bench.<br><br>Finally, the scent of sex and Tauren sweat, along with her muscles working to milk him of his cum, became too much for him. The intoxication brought on by those very things had already clouded his mind by the time he let out that final, drawn-out groan, that barely contained scream as he spilled volumes of cum inside of her. Whether he was first, or had managed to keep it at bay long enough, he could not say.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 08:34:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The teasing was too much for her. She continued to beg, wail and whimper, looking pleadingly into your eyes as you start using your own considerable force against her wanton pussy. "Oh please...Please touch my ass, it just feels so good...Please!" She moans the words, her own climax so close she could touch it, her vision already blurring over somewhat as she started to cum. Her thick thighs were pounding on yours now, the loud slapping noise now unmistakable from anywhere in the vicinity, while her sweaty fur grinding against your body in passion, her breath coming in ragged gasps.<br><br>And then she came. Her eyes shut, and she cried out in pleasure, the park echoing with her primal scream as pleasure rushed through her. Her body shuddered, her chubby body quivering and rippling as her unbridled lust swept through her, while her back arched in pleasure. Her cunt suddenly became very tight, her muscles clenching round your throbbing cock, trying to milk it of it's white, creamy cum. <br><br>She opened her eyes, still in the throes of a climax, to see you, so close to your own. "Cum inside me! Please! Fill me with your seed!" She said, moaning as she did, sliding her womanhood against your rigid shaft, her wet pussy offering no resistance to you at all. With a delighted gasp, she felt you cum, hot seed burning it way inside her, filling her womb. She could do nothing but whimper as it poured into her, never breaking eye-contact with you, the sensation of your thick seed pouring into her a new, and alien concept to her...But it felt so good...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 13:14:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kydreth allowed Sythia to bask in the afterglow of her orgasm in peace, keeping his arms wrapped around her, letting her lean back in his arms, revealing herself in a beautiful way, but said nothing. Still inside her, cock occasionally twitching and brushing against her slick insides, he could do nothing but admire her body, and wait.<br><br>Finally, minutes later, he did think of what to say. "Your orgasms match your body," he teased, "Quite intense, that. A few people were staring," he insisted, though solely for the purpose of teasing her, as he had not actually seen anyone. It was hard to doubt that someone must have heard her, however. "It might please you more to know that I was among them, the ones staring. You were very beautiful when you climaxed, let me assure you. I don't think I would mind seeing it again, in fact."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 09:20:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled timidly, blushing somewhat as her normal self re-emerged after being hidden under her animalistic facade. She couldn't believe what she had just done; not only have sex with a stranger she had only met on this day, but have sex with him in public! But she couldn't deny how good it felt, even as her orgasm faded from her body. Warmth spread throughout her body, and even though people were watching her, she felt at peace with herself.<br><br>"T-Thankyou." She whispered as you compliment her, "Well, I suppose I wouldn't mind doing that again, if you so wish to see it again." She giggled softly, her curvaceous body still pressed against you, her breasts heaving as she caught her breath. Leaning closer, she pressed her lips against yours, gently kissing you. "And thank you for treating me..." She winked, her cheeks still faintly red as she sat, essentially topless, on your cock in the middle of a public park.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 00:37:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kydreth hushed her, lifting a finger to her lips. "You talk far too much, when you should be enjoying yourself. Of course you wouldn't mind doing it again, that goes without saying. You would submit to me, no?" he asked, lowering his finger from her lips, to her chin, cupping it as he had before, tilting her head down for her eyes to meet his, quirking an eyebrow. "Obedience means just that, you know."<br><br>Before letting go, he nevertheless stretched himself, planting a brief kiss on her lips. "Well, now why don't you climb off, mm?" he asked, as both his hands trailed down her side, caressing her soft skin and ample flesh, squeezing as he reached her waist, and again as he reached her buttocks, squeezing and moulding them even as he waited for her to slide off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 09:36:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods, smiling into your eyes, feeling little need to say anything else. Slowly, her thick thighs start to rise off yours, her slit rolling along your shaft one last time before leaving her with a soft pop, cum starting to drain from it almost immediately. Blushing, she feels your seed leave her, dribbling onto the floor between your legs as she stands up, her body still shaky from what she had just experienced.<br><br>"Of course." She nodded, smiling. "So then, if I am to be obedient to you, what shall we do now?" She smirked, but her sultry look was interrupted by her tummy growling, the sex having drained her energy somewhat. Smiling sheepishly, she blushed, looking at her feet. "Well, I suppose there's a reason I got so large..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 13:05:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kydreth snickered as Sythia was betrayed by her growling stomach, even as he buttoned up his pants. Standing up, he took the liberty of adjusting her dress ( a wet stain appeared as her, more or less intentionally, brushed it against her slit ), and covering up her ample chest, hands lingering a bit longer than necessary, delighting in the pliable flesh.<br><br>He slid closer next, slipping his arms around her, squeezing her, the soft curves of her body absolutely intoxicating. “You'd like to get something to eat, huh?” he asked, smirking, pressing himself against her, hips against hers. “Watching you stuff yourself, that might get me excited all over again. I bet it'd be difficult to eat and moan at the same time, no? If you're willing to find out...”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 17:14:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course." She said simply, smirking somewhat as you offer her food. Alas, it was her weak spot, and she knew it. Trying in vain to flutter her dress, she couldn't help but feel it snag occasionally against her sticky crotch; not painfully, just serving to stimulate her a small amount, giving her a contented smile.<br><br>"Lead away, kind sir...Although, I hope you have enough food. You blood elves can't need much food at all, seeing as you're so slender." She grinned as you wrap your arms around her, your taught, powerful form pressed against her soft figure. "And, in case you hadn't noticed, I am a rather large cow..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 17:22:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kydreth perched an eyebrow slyly at her question, smirking. "I have noticed, you're very large, very much of you to love," he said, hands trailing to her stomach, giving a light squeeze, delighted at the softness of the flesh under his hands. "We'll manage to feed you properly, though I would like to know what you like. Something fatty, to leave your fingers and your mouth glistening with grease, perhaps?" he asked, pressing against her, rubbing her through their clothes. If anything was clear from the excitement and arousal already building, it was that her eating would lead to sex, and that might not be able to wait until she had quite finished.<br><br>"Come along," he said, reaching up to scratch her under the chin as he walked by her, almost as if gesturing with his finger for her to follow. But he did not wait for her, nor take her by the hand. Simply expected her to follow obediently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Romance and Cowbells [ Tribalz &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 09:05:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She purred softly as you gently caress her voluptuous belly, her stomach rippling somewhat as you let go."Well, certainly nothing wrong with something suitably fatty." She winks, following you just as you predicted, unwilling to leave your side. "And I do love it when I get covered in grease...It's so slick, and lovely to lick off the fingers." She smiled as once more, it became clear that the Blood elf had stirred himself into arousal, his hands wandering across her wide body, taking full advantage of her soft, yielding figure.<br><br>"So, kind sir...What do you have in mind? I should perhaps also tell you I'm a great fan of sugary delights in many forms...Cream is especially nice, with a chocolate cake, perhaps..." She winked, licking her lips, craving the food she can already imagine in her mind as they left the secluded little park.
			</dd>
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