Westfall Guest (FULL - Early Access)

Ben had never anticipated his life in Westfall being upturned in such a manner before. Before the coming of the old Horde during the First War, Westfall had been a tranquil farmland in the kingdom of Stormwind. Some problems occasionally as with any other region, but quaint and unassuming otherwise. In the years since the end of the Second and Third wars, things seemed to have been looking up for the small fiefdom. Aside from the Defias Brotherhood making trouble against the crown before they were dealt with, Westfall had been a region where nothing noteworthy ever happened. 

The thirty-year-old veteran of the Third War had grossly underestimated the menace that were gnolls. 

Though mangy vagrant dog-men, the gnolls had proven surprisingly adept at carrying out ambushes. He hadn’t even seen the first gnoll coming until after the first crossbow bolt had struck the side of his wagon. The second bolt came a hair away from grazing his cheek as he ducked for cover behind the wagon. 

He drew his sword, hearing the insane cackling and chattering barks draw closer. Though he was out of practice, Ben didn’t miss a beat as the first gnoll raider rounded the wagon and charged at him with axe in hand. The creature no doubt hoped for an easy kill, thinking him to be a weak civilian farmer. Ben parried a blow and cleaved the gnoll in two as the gnoll died with a terrified scream and a whine. 

When their compatriot went down, he heard an enraged chittering from the others as they rushed the wagon. One of the gnolls neared him with a shortsword, swinging at him wildly. Ben blocked the clumsy blow and swung back, easily swatting aside the wooden shield the gnoll held and impaling him against the wagon. Ben then turned and decapitated the next gnoll that rushed him from behind, the creature having hoped to stab him with his knives with Ben’s back turned. 

Though unskilled and clumsy, Ben quickly realized that he was outnumbered, and his injuries from the war prevented him from being able to move as quickly as he used to. As he slew the fourth gnoll, he saw four more surrounding this side of the wagon, all of them with crossbows pointed at him. 

This was it. He had no chance of getting out of this one. He took a deep breath and raised his sword, endeavoring to cut down as many of the vagrants as he could before he was inevitably shot dead. It was an utterly shameful and humiliating end. After all the trials he had endured, fighting against Scourge and Demons at the Battle of Mount Hyjal, only to be brought low by a pack of gnolls. One of the gnolls raised his crossbow and pointed it at him and Ben gripped the hilt of his sword, waiting for the bolt to come. 

Instead, he heard a high-pitched and pathetic whine. Ben opened his eyes and saw the lead gnoll in front of him being lifted completely off the ground. A speartip was impaled through its chest, lifting the creature several feet off the ground before flinging him aside. 

Looming over the group of gnolls was a foreboding sight. A gigantic male tauren - black furred and wielding a massive polearm - stood before them. He glared menacingly at the gnolls, but seemed not to acknowledge Ben’s presence yet. After one of their number was killed, the others turned and aimed their crossbows at him, correctly identifying him as the more serious threat. 

One of the gnolls fired a bolt from its crossbow at the tauren, but the tauren moved with surprising speed to avoid the shot, quickly rushing the beast with its polearm and dismembering the creature. A unified cry went up among the remaining gnolls, and they all moved to overwhelm the tauren stranger. In an amazing display of brutal might, the tauren swung his polearm in an arc, cleaving two gnolls with one blow. 

Ben was no longer idle either. Now that the most unexpected passerby had intervened on his behalf, he was not about to waste the opportunity. He rushed the nearest gnoll, the creature unable to reckon with two foes at once, as Ben thrust his sword through his torso. 

Realizing that they were swiftly losing this fight and that this ambush had not been the easy take they had been hoping for, the rest of the gnolls began to scatter and flee into the hills. That did not stop two of the gnolls from leaning up from behind the opposite side of Ben’s wagon and firing a couple of potshots at the tauren who was finishing off their comrades in melee. Unfortunately, given that he was a larger target and his back was turned, these two bolts met their mark, lodging themselves into the tauren’s back and shoulder. The tauren let out a pained grunt as he was shot, but that did not stop him from killing the final gnoll within reach before the others had all scurried off. 

Now alone surrounded by many gnoll corpses, Ben finally sheathed his sword, hesitantly stepping up to the stranger that had saved him. Of all the strangers Ben would’ve expected to come to his aid, this was probably the last he would’ve expected. It was only recently that they’d come into contact with the tauren - a towering bovine people native to Kalimdor. But Ben had seen their fighting prowess from a distance, when all of the Alliance forces under Jaina Proudmoore had formed a reluctant pact with the orcish Horde at the decisive Battle of Mount Hyjal. After the war had ended, however, the Alliance and Horde had gone their separate ways after the orcs established their new home in Durotar. Back home in the Eastern Kingdoms, the humans had seen very few of them, least of all here in Westfall, this close to Stormwind City. 

Ben was unsure how he would be received by the tauren as he stepped up to him. The war was over, sure, but the tenuous peace between the Alliance and Horde was just that: a tenuous one. And it was possible that the tauren had not been trying to save him at all. He may have just been there to collect a bounty on the gnolls or worse, attempt to rob Ben instead of them. Still, by his reckoning, the tauren had saved him and he endeavored to be cordial. For now. 

“Greetings, tauren,” Ben said with a friendly, measured expression. “I’m humble enough to admit: I owe you my life.” 

The black-furred tauren turned to him, his expression softening as he balanced himself on the pommel of his polearm. “You fought well, human.” 

Ben was surprised at that. The tauren had made even shorter work of the gnolls than he had before he was overwhelmed. It was quite a testament to the bull’s humility to compliment him for his fighting prowess when he was the one who needed saving. 

The tauren grunted with a pained expression on his face. Ben looked over his shoulder, reminded of the two crossbow bolts sticking out of his back. 

“We need to treat your wounds before they become infected,” Ben said. 

The tauren shook his horned head. “Not here. Not on the road. The gnolls may return.” 

Ben looked back at his wagon, thinking for several moments before turning back to the tauren. “My farm is not far. I can take you there, um…”

“Marn,” the tauren replied, realizing that Ben was asking after his name. “I could not impose on your home.” 

Ben shook his brown-haired head. “Nonsense. You saved my life. The least my wife and I can do is tend to the injury you suffered on my account. My hospitality is yours,” he said with a smile. 

Marn nodded graciously. Though he was a big male, a warrior was likely too proud to admit when he needed help, the two bolts lodged in his back were clearly making him rethink that attitude. “I thank you for your hospitality.” He climbed up onto Ben’s wagon as it creaked under his immense weight, setting down his polearm. “What is your name, human?” 

Ben climbed up to the front of the wagon. “Heyah!” he flicked the reins, urging his horses forward. He looked back over his shoulder to the large passenger hitching a ride. “Ben. Ben Travers,” he answered. 

Marn said nothing in response, and Ben realized that the bull had dozed off for a nap. With his newfound injury, he needed the rest. Ben only hoped that the big fellow would wake up again. He pressed his horses, urging them to carry them home as fast as possible. 

+++

Ben brought his wagon past the entrance to his farm. Whilst ordinarily he would’ve gone straight to the grain silo to unload his grain, he had more pressing concerns in this case. Instead, he wheeled the wagon up to his farmhouse. 

Setting aside the reins, he frantically looked around the farm, seeing no sign of his wife. He cupped a hand to his mouth, shouting, “Lily! I need a hand here!” 

After a few moments, the door to his farmhouse opened, and his strawberry red-haired wife, Lily, stepped out. She was wearing a simple apron that was caked in flour, having evidently been baking when he’d arrived. His wife had a crossbow in hand, with a bolt notched. She had become quite adept with the weapon, even since he’d taught her to use it. They were on their own out here, facing the dangers of bandits and gnoll bands, and they could not always rely on the royal army to defend them from these dangers. It did not hurt to be too careful, especially given what had just befallen Ben. 

“Darling?” Lily asked, her eyes lighting up when she saw him. She looked happy to see him as she lowered the crossbow. But she frowned when she noticed his grim, urgent expression. “What is wrong?”

Ben had hopped down from the wagon, nodding for her to follow without a word. She set down her crossbow on the doorstep and joined him at the back of the wagon. Lily’s green eyes widened when she saw the burly obsidian-furred tauren passed out on their wagon. She put a hand to her mouth, gasping. 

“Ben! Is that…a tauren?!” she asked, looking at the large male was suspicion and amazement. 

He nodded. Unlike him, his wife had never been to Kalimdor, so she had never seen one of the bull-men before. She had only heard the stories from him and others who’d survived the war. 

“How did you take him down?” 

He shook his head at her. “I didn’t. He…saved my life from a band of gnolls that ambushed me on the road.”

She gaped. “Ambushed?! Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” Ben said, turning the unconscious tauren over on his side so he could inspect his wounds. 

Her shoulders sagged with relief. “Those gnolls are becoming a menace. Darling, I told you we should begin hiring guards when we are bringing our goods into town.” 

“Guards will attract unwanted attention. But…perhaps you are right. This was a close call. I am lucky to be alive. Thanks to this big fellow.” 

His wife looked at the tauren with newfound appreciation. She noticed the two crossbow bolts that had pieced the tauren’s back and shoulder, matting his black fur down with blood. “He’s wounded.” 

Ben confirmed this with a nod. “Help me get him into the barn.” 

Carrying him by hand was out of the question. He was too big, even for the two of them together. Instead, they deposited him as gently as possible into their wheelbarrow, wheeling him to their barn. They managed to lift his bulk out and lie him down on his front atop a blanket that Lily hastily prepared. After she returned to the house, she gathered her herbs and a few other tools and strips of linen to serve as bandages. 

Ben examined the crossbow bolts lodged in the tauren’s back. Thankfully, given their crude gnoll design, they had not penetrated deep. And it seemed like it would be easy enough to break off the bolts without causing more damage in the process. Ben clenched his teeth, gripping the bolt at its base and snapping it off. Marn groaned in his passed-out stupor as the first bolt was dislodged, followed by the second. 

With that done, Lily began treating the tauren’s wounds with the medicinal salve that she had prepared. This tauren was fortunate that his wife had some aptitude with healing, even if this would be her first time tending to a non-human. If not for her, they would’ve needed to summon a proper healer from the nearest town to help, and by then it may have been too late for the tauren. Thanks to her skills, she had been able to tend to some of Ben’s own…ailments in the past as well, which he himself was always immensely thankful for. 

Once the wound was sufficiently treated, she began dressing the wound with the linen bandages. After about a half hour in total, the tauren’s wounds were tended to and patched up. Ben watched Lily gathering up the leftovers of her medicines and bandages. After giving one last look back at the sleeping tauren with his bandaged wounds, Lily stood up on her feet and joined her husband at the doorway to the barn. 

“Did you smell anything untoward?” Ben asked her in low tones so as not to wake their guest. 

Lily gave him a puzzled look, shaking her head. “No, darling. Why do you ask?”

“Poison. You never know when it comes to gnolls.” 

Lily nodded her understanding. “I don’t believe he was poisoned. It’s still too soon to tell, but I believe he will recover. He is strong. He just needs rest.” 

Ben smiled, taking her hand in his. “It was a noble thing you did. He saved my life. The least we can do is return the favor.” 

She looked back at the burly bovine male snoring, lying on his front atop the blanket. “I’ve never seen one before,” she whispered conspiratorially. “They are even, ahem, bigger in person,” she said with a nervous laugh. 

He smirked, rubbing her shoulder. “And a terror in battle, let me tell you. I’ve seen them in action before. But fear not… this one seems to be a noble sort, based on the one conversation I had with him. Or at least…noble enough not to backstab us, I would hope. Nevertheless, we will keep an eye on him. He is still a stranger to us despite his good deed.”

Lily nodded as Ben shut the barn door behind them. 

+++

Throughout the rest of the day, Ben worked the fields. After what he’d gone through earlier, being ambushed on the road, farming felt like a vacation. He wiped a sweat from his brow, looking up at the sky and praying for rain. It had been fairly dry this past week, and Light knew the fields could use a good rainshower. 

He looked across the field and smiled as he saw Lily taking the cows out to the pasture to graze. She made eye contact with him and gave him a cheerful wave and one of those warm, serene smiles. The very same he’d fallen in love with back before the war, when he’d first mustered up the courage to approach her and speak with her in the market in Stormwind. When he’d first seen that beautiful freckled face, hair like strawberry and smile that could make even the coldest man blush, he knew right then that he was smitten. And had been every day since. 

But his smile turned melancholy, devolving into a frown. His near brush with death had only solidified the veteran’s resolve to hold onto everything that was dear to him, and to never take it for granted. It was the same thoughts he had during the war. Every fiber of his being compelled him to fight harder than he ever had before even as demons, Scourge and other horrors set up him and his comrades at Mount Hyjal, lest he never return home to see one of his perfect wife’s smiles again. 

The gnoll attack had been a wake-up call. He’d grown too complacent, too comfortable. And what if the gnolls regrouped and became bolder, deciding to invade his homestead in the middle of the night? He was but one man, and even if Lily had been taught to use the crossbow, all it would take is them being caught unawares and they stood to lose everything. He began to work out in his head how to further secure his own home from any would dare trespass. He needed to consider staying up later to patrol the farm’s perimeter. If he could sell off the rest of the harvest and make a decent sum, he might be able to hire an extra hand or two - a pair of strong lads to help deter any strangers with ill intent. He shuddered to think what that would cost him though. It was difficult enough to support himself and Lily, let alone hire extra hands. 

His line of thought was interrupted when he saw movement from the half-ajar door to his barn. Given the size of their…guest who now resided there, it was hard to miss. Ben put aside the work that he had been doing and walked up to the barn. Lily was already there, having taken notice of the same thing he had. She crept up to the barn entrance conspiratorially, looking back at her husband.

“He’s awake,” she whispered to him, looking at Ben. 

He nodded. “So I see. Shall we?” 

Her eyes widened. “Oh… speak with him? Does he…speak common?” 

“He does. It seems only polite to introduce ourselves properly, no? He did save my life after all.” 

She quickly nodded, smoothing out her apron and combing her fingers through her hair to make herself look halfway presentable. “You’re right, darling. Let’s.” Ben inwardly chuckled. He could tell she was trying to contain her excitement, even if she put on a good show of hiding it. No doubt she was very curious to meet a tauren for the first time. 

They drew open the door, and both husband and wife were surprised to see that the towering bovine was actually standing on his feet. He was near one of the stalls, displaying surprisingly tenderness as he patted one of the dairy cows. The cow for its part seemed to enjoy the attention it was getting from its sentient, bipedal cousin. 

“These beasts are well cared for,” Marn said, looking up at Ben and nodding approvingly as he approached. It looked like the tauren was giving him a small smile on his muzzle, but he could not be sure. 

“Thank you,” Ben replied, amazed by this tauren’s resilience. After taking two crossbow bolts to the back, he would’ve expected the tauren to be bedridden for the next few days. “Marn, you really should rest.”

The tauren gave a stubborn grunt. “It is not in my nature to lie in bed. I need to stay on my feet, keep up my strength, human.”

Ben chuckled, shaking his head. “I know the feeling. I too find it difficult to stay idle. But you should rest for the day, at the very least.” He looked back at his wife who was looking at the tauren with intense curiosity, partially-concealed behind her husband’s back. “If you don’t do it, my darling wife Lily here will give you a very firm talking to, just as she does with me when I continue to work while I am ill. You do not wish to upset her, believe me.” 

Marn looked at the dainty red-haired wife standing behind Ben. His orange eyes softened when he took notice of the human woman. He studied her for several moments, relaxing his posture and giving her a respectful bow. “Point taken,” the tauren laughed cheerfully. 

He stepped away from the stall and returned to the bedroll that they had laid down for him, reluctantly settling down with a sign, careful not to put any pressure on the bandaged wounds on his back. Ben imagined that sleeping with a back wound would not exactly be easy. Sleeping on one’s front was far from comfortable. 

“I wish to thank you for your hospitality and for tending to my wounds…” the tauren began, looking at both of them. “...my apologies, I did not recall your name.” 

Ben could not blame him. Marn had passed out from his wounds when Ben had first uttered it to him. “No apology needed, good fellow. My name is Ben Travers.” He gently took his wife by the hand and inclined her forward. He was not exactly worried about his wife getting close to this bull-man. Though the tauren hid it well and could stand on his feet, his movements had been lethargic, suggesting that he was still quite weak from his wounds. “And this is my wife, Lily.” 

Marn looked at the woman again and bowed his head humbly. “I am honored.” 

Lily finally mustered up the nerve to step up to him, giving him a small bow in return. “Marn, is it?” 

The tauren nodded, looking at her curiously. 

She smiled warmly. “Well, I wish to thank you for saving my husband’s life. I am eternally grateful.” Lily reached a hand out to him. 

The tauren took her dainty little hand in his. His black-furred three-fingered hand was so much larger than hers. He looked somewhat unaccustomed to the human mannerism of shaking hands. To Ben’s surprise, however, he showed surprising charm by leaning his muzzle down and planting a kiss onto her hand before letting it go. 

“Think nothing of it,” his baritone voice smooth and yet gentle. “Those gnolls are a vermin.” 

“You are familiar with them in Kalimdor?” Ben asked. 

Marn nodded with a scowl. “I dislike them nearly as much as I dislike the centaurs. The band that attacked your wagon were part of a contract I wished to collect.”

“You are a bounty hunter?” Lily inquired with fascination, now that the ice had been broken between them.

“I am,” he replied. “And once I am healed, I intend to hunt down the rest of them and finish the job.” 

Lily shook her head. “That all sounds terribly dangerous! But…” she tapped her lips with a finger. “If it means the road will be all the safer for my husband and I to travel, then I suppose I cannot exactly object.” 

Marn smiled and nodded. 

“In the meantime,” Ben chimed in. “Rest and heal up. Our farm is yours. It is the least we can do for you saving me.”

Marn nodded, shutting his eyes. He had clearly overestimated how ready he was to move around, as even a male of his size seemed to be hit with sudden exhaustion. “You have my thanks,” he murmured, slowly drawing one eye open. “I have only been in human lands for a short while. I am happy to make new friends.”

A moment later, he was snoring again and Ben laughed under his breath. Lily quietly tugged him by his shirt, inclining her husband to let the tauren rest. They left the barn and shut the door behind them. 

Now alone, Lily turned to him. “He seems…very civil,” Lily admitted. 

Ben nodded. “They are not like the orcs. At least the orcs I encountered,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “They seem to be a noble people.”

Lily bobbed her head in agreement, looking back at the barn. 

“Come my love, let us finish up for the day,” he said, walking her back to the farmhouse. 

+++

“Ah! Y- yes! Just like that, Ben!” 

Ben had his head between his wife’s legs as he looked up at her face to gauge her responses to his tender ministrations. His tongue was flicking her soft pink labia, giving featherlight licks to her sensitive clit and delving his tongue into pussy. His nose bumped her pubic mound, getting tickled by her thin strip of reddish pubes as he pleasured her. He smiled from her responses even as he continued working her with his tongue, soon adding a finger to the mix, thrusting it gently in and out of her sopping wet sex.

He delighted in listening to her moans and sweet, needy whimpers spilling from her lips. Since returning home from the war, he’d become very good at pleasuring Lily with his mouth. He was rather proud of his ability to make her slowly unravel, slowly building her up to that sweet, sweet release. In many ways, he enjoyed the act of giving more than receiving, especially when she wrapped her legs around his head in a reflexive spasm as she came.

Sure enough, she dug her fingers into his brown hair, grinding her pussy against her mouth, her whole body quaking. “Ah! B- Ben! I’m…c- cumming!”

This declaration was music to his ears as he brought his loving wife to her blissful finish, flicking at her clit in rapid succession with his tongue as her dainty freckled legs wrapped around his head. Her juices washed over his tastebuds as he delighted in her sweetness. He’d often joked with her recently that she tasted of strawberries, like the nickname he gave her owing to her hair color. It was enough to make her blush and give him a playful smack in response to his embarrassing comment, but it never stopped him from continuing to make that comment every now and again. Indeed, he lapped at her feminine flavor like a man dying of thirst, every time he went down on her. Making her orgasm with his mouth was becoming almost a primal need for him whenever they were in bed together. 

Especially given that he had to make up for and adapt to his unfortunate disability in other areas. 

As Lily unlatched her legs from around his head and he withdrew from her drenched quim, Ben looked down at himself when he raised his head up. He had been holding out that small sliver of hope that he would look down between his own legs and find himself stiff and hard, aroused by the erotic act of giving his beautiful wife another round of cunnilingus. Instead, as per usual, his cock was lying limp and soft between his legs. 

He sighed with frustration. In some ways, his newfound impotence never got any easier to live with. Though it was some time since he’d returned home from the war, the wound he’d sustained from that cursed demon blade at the Battle of Mount Hyjal stayed with him, hindering his ability to fully be with Lily in the way he used to before the war. He absolutely hated feeling like less of a man, all because of one unfortunate stab to his inner thigh during battle. 

Lily seemingly noticed his forlorn expression. “Darling, look at me,” she said softly, touching a hand to his cheek and inclining him to look at her face. “We have talked about this.”

Ben sighed, trying to do whatever he could to get a rise out of himself, leaning his head down to capture one of her pink nipples into his mouth. His wife’s perfectly round, ample breasts and luscious pink nipples had never failed to get him hard prior to his injury. But even playing with those were not doing the trick. 

“I know,” Ben replied sullenly. Try as he might to masturbate his limp cock to hardness, it was a futile endeavor. Though he’d slain the demon that had delivered this debilitating wound to him, the demon’s revenge lingered on years later. “It is just…difficult for me to accept.” 

Lily leaned forward to kiss her husband with pure love and adoration in her eyes before pulling back. “You are perfect in every way. You keep me well satisfied,” she said, chewing her lip, “in more ways than one. I don’t wish you to feel inadequate, Ben. You are not.” 

Ben knew she was being truthful in her words. But he also knew how much Lily likewise had enjoyed them being able to have traditional intercourse when they were in bed together and was disappointed that they no longer could do so. She would never admit this openly so as not to wound his pride, but he knew that there was a part of her deep down that wished he could physically be whole again as well.

He gave her a sad smile, taking her hand in his. “I suppose I should be more grateful. Some of my friends never returned home from Kalimdor. My…ailment is a small price to pay in comparison. Still…I do wish something could be done to rectify my condition.” 

Lily frowned. “What of Adeline?”

“I will go to see her tomorrow when I make the delivery to Sentinel Hill.” Adeline was a local herbalist who was quite skilled. She had received her apprenticeship in the mage city of Dalaran, after all. Though she had not found a cure for his condition thus far, she may yet be able to come up with further solutions or treatment methods. 

His wife nodded. “Good.” She smiled, biting her lip in quite a sensual manner as she traced her fingers over his toned torso, slowly migrating southward between his legs. “Do not dwell on your troubles anymore, darling. Let your wife return the favor for making her squeal.” She pressed a dainty hand to his chest and gave him a gentle push. 

Ben smirked, not able to argue with such an offer. He obliged her, letting her push him so that he was lying flat on the bed. She crawled between his legs, her strawberry red hair draping over his inner thighs as she gave him a mischievous smile before her head descended, her plush lips closing around his soft member. 

He let out a relaxed sigh as Lily’s gentle sucking sounds filled the room.

+++

Ben finished offloading the last of his crop shipment from the back of his wagon. An older mustached man stepped up to him, patting him on the shoulder. “This all of it, Ben?”

He nodded, securing his now-empty cart. “That’s the whole lot, Steffon.” 

Steffon waved off one of his men driving an adjacent wagon to carry Ben’s delivery off to Elwynn Forest. He turned back to Ben. “By the way, Ben…”

“Hm?”

“I heard you were attacked on the road by those blasted gnoll raiders.”

Ben rubbed the back of his neck. “I did.” 

“How’d you manage to get out ‘o that one, lad?” 

Ben’s back stiffened slightly. He did not dare mention Marn’s involvement. Though he did not think Steffon would be the type to rat out the tauren, especially for saving Ben’s life, the last thing he needed was word spreading around Westfall of a tauren taking residence on his farm. Not yet, at any rate. Though Marn was not technically “the enemy”, Horde folk were also not exactly welcome in Westfall. Whoever had hired Marn to destroy that gnoll band had certainly been an open-minded sort. Or their hatred of the gnolls outweighed whatever other prejudices that they may or may not have had. Given Ben’s own run-in with the gnolls, he could understand that sentiment. 

“Luck, I suppose,” Ben replied, trying to sound as nonchalant as he could. 

Steffon gave a boisterous chuckle at that. “Luck, he says. More like the gnolls chose to attack the wrong war hero!” 

As Steffon walked off, Ben shook his head. With the pouch of coin Steffon had paid him for his delivery, he headed off toward the other side of Sentinel Hill. Sure enough, there was Adeline selling her own goods, the ashen-haired alchemist handing off a potion to an elderly man. 

Ben approached her and her eyes lit up as the older woman spotted him. “Ben! How do you fare?”

He shrugged with a small smile. “Well, all things considered.” 

“I heard about the gnoll attack. Bad business. But I am glad you had help.”

Ben blinked. “I…don’t know what you are talking about.” 

Adeline smiled knowingly. “Worry not. Your secret is safe with me. What can I do for you?”

Ben gulped, leaning forward so that nobody else could overhear him. He did not want anyone else to know about his embarrassing condition, save for Adeline herself. “Did your investigation turn up anything that might help with…you know?”

Adeline patted his hand. “I’m sorry Ben, but so far, I can find no remedy. Most of what I learned in Dalaran did not account for treating fel afflictions. Has that potion I’ve been giving you helped?”

“Somewhat,” Ben replied. “It has improved my, erm, vigor. Just not the impotence itself.” 

Adeline gave him a sympathetic frown. “I’m sorry, Ben.”

Ben sighed. “It’s alright. I knew it was a long shot to find a cure anyway.”

She perked up. “I’ll tell you what. I will reach out to a contact of mine. He works out of the mage quarter in Stormwind City. See if he might know something.” 

Ben smiled gratefully. “Thank you, Adeline. Lily and I greatly appreciate your help.”

Adeline waved her hand. “Think nothing of it. If I learn anything of note, you’ll be the first to know.” 

He parted ways with her, mounted his wagon and departed Sentinel Hill. Upon returning home to his farm, he pulled his wagon up to the stable. As he dismounted, he headed off in the direction of the barn, hoping to distract himself from the lack of good news Adeline had given him. As he walked up, he heard the sound of conversation coming from inside. 

Peering through the ajar door, he saw Lily walking around the barn, feeding the livestock while she chattered away. Marn was sitting nearby atop his bedroll, nodding his head with a small smile. Ben inwardly chuckled. His little wife could really get going when there was something on her mind and she had someone willing to listen. Her enthusiasm was contagious, Ben had to admit.

Ben entered the barn. “Hello there, Strawberry,” Ben greeted with a smile, calling her by her nickname. “I miss anything?”

Lily looked back at him. “Ben!” She hugged him. “I was just telling Marn here about the novel I have been reading.”

“Oh? And what novel would that be?” Ben asked. His wife, by her own admission, spent her free time reading the silliest romance novels. 

Lily rubbed her arm. “Oh. Well. It is about a princess who makes a desperate plea to a black dragon to save her homeland from the orcs.” 

“Oh? And what exactly does the dragon want from the princess in return?” Ben could already see where this was going. 

Lily blushed. “Well, he, erm… he wants to…” 

“He wishes to mate with the princess,” Marn chimed in with a grin spread across the tauren’s muzzle. 

Ben chuckled. “How debauched, darling!” 

Lily gave him a playful shove. “Don’t laugh! The book is better than you might think!” Ben shook his head with bemusement. 

Marn eyes her curiously. “You enjoy tales about dragons and other non-human races, Lily Travers?”

Lily shrugged. “I suppose so. There are not many of them here in Westfall. Stories are the only thing I have.” 

Ben was patting one of the stabled cows in its stall. “Be careful what you wish for, my love. Something tells me Deathwing the Destroyer would not be the type to romance a fair maiden or a princess. Isn’t that right, Marn?” 

Marn nodded, stroking his black-furred chin. “Indeed. He would likely eat you, and Ben, and myself.” 

Lily paled at that, shaking her head. “Men. No sense of fantasy or imagination.” This got a laugh out of both males. 

Ben looked back at Marn. “How do you feel today, Marn?” he asked, changing the subject. 

“My strength returns each day. I feel well enough to move around, despite your charming wife’s attempts to keep me immobile,” he chuckled. 

Ben smiled. “Well I am pleased to hear it. And if there’s anything more we can do for you, don’t hesitate to name it. I owe you my life.” 

The bovine male nodded. “I do not yet feel well enough to travel. But if you would allow me to aid you with your tilling, I would be obliged. I cannot stand to be idle for too long,” he said with a grunt, using a farming hoe as a cane to stand up on his feet. 

Ben laughed. “It hardly seems fair to repay a debt by making you work.” 

Marn waved his hand nonchalantly. “Hm. It is not a bother.” 

Lily smiled. “And he’s humble too?” She leaned over to kiss her husband on the cheek. “I will see to supper, and prepare something extra for our guest.” She flashed them both another a serene smile from over her shoulder as Ben and Marn watched her go. 

“You are a lucky male, Ben Travers,” Marn opined. “To have a mate like that is a treasure.” 

Ben nodded wistfully. “I could not agree more.” He looked back at Marn, as the two of them walked out of the barn toward the field. Ben walked at a slower pace to accommodate Marn’s injured gait. “Do you have a wife, Marn?” 

Marn gave a sorrowful frown, and Ben realized he may have touched upon a sore spot. “No longer. My mate was taken by illness fifteen seasons past.”

“My apologies. I did not know. What was her name?” 

“Hilda.”

“You have my condolences, Marn,” Ben said with sincerity. 

“You have my thanks,” his voice rumbled with an undercurrent of emotion. “It was years past. But every day I miss her still. Never fail to cherish what you have.” 

Ben looked off toward the farmhouse, where the tauren could see his lovely wife preparing supper in the kitchen window. Such simple words rang true for him. 

+++

Both Ben and Marn turned their heads as they heard thunder off in the distance. He perked up, turning to the burly tauren male who was hard at work in the field beside him, digging ditches. 

“What do you think? Shall we actually get rain today?”

Marn snorted. “The Earth Mother provides. But she does not always make it easy.” 

Ben wholeheartedly agreed with the sentiment. “I suppose these are simple worries compared to Mount Hyjal,” he mused. 

Marn nodded sagely. “Indeed. Not an easy day to forget, that.” In the preceding days, Ben and Marn had spoken of their respective experiences during the Third War. Ben had been surprised to learn that Marn had been present at the decisive Battle of Mount Hyjal, fighting alongside Chieftain Cairne and Warchief Thrall. For all Ben had known, they might have even seen each other at the time and not even realized it. 

Ben set down the plow. “Marn, would you mind seeing to the livestock in the barn? I think I will be here for some time yet.” 

Marn gave him a cordial slap on the shoulder. “Of course.” 

Ben wiped sweat from his brow as he finished plowing the southern field. He set down his hoe and looked up at the sun, realizing that it would be going down soon enough. The human man had been so engrossed in his work that he had not even realized how long he had been at it. 

Truthfully this was the first time he could feel “at ease” over a week. After the ambush, he’d had his guard up, having the window drawn at night with a crossbow at the ready, anticipating some sort of retaliation from the gnolls. But no payback had ever come. He knew gnolls could be cowardly creatures once they found themselves fighting someone who was actually capable of fighting back, but he suspected that the tauren companion that now occupied his farm was a big reason why the remaining gnolls chose to stay away.

Despite the initial unease at having a potential foe at his home with his wife, both he and Lily had all but completely warmed to the tauren’s presence there. It was good to have another strong set of arms to help out on the farm, even if Ben tried to go easy on Marn due to his injury. Marn would have none of it though, and would insist on shouldering as much work as he could, proving himself a pillar of strength with the massive bundles of grain he carried and deep troughs he dug into the earth. He has been perfectly cordial and respectful to them both and Ben could tell that Lily had begun to feel safer knowing that a second strong male was there to guard their home against any who would threaten them, be it bandit or gnoll. 

Though he was a male of few words at first, Marn was likewise beginning to open up to them more, talking about his home back in Mulgore, his sister and her family, his adventures across Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms after the war. Ben noted that he spent his spare time smoking from some kind of ceremonial pipe and helping to tend to Lily’s garden. As they spent more time with him, they came to discover that many tauren had a fondness for herbalism and nature. There was a tranquil spirituality to him that Ben rarely saw among humans, save for perhaps those who worshipped the Light. It quite contrasted with his occupation as a mercenary and warrior in a curious way. 

Ben had been preoccupied with his thoughts when he heard a strange noise around the corner. It sounded like a raspy huffing sound, almost like a wounded animal. Curious, he set down the rest of his gear by the shed and moved to investigate. His guard was up, fearing that a gnoll scout had infiltrated their farm somehow. He reached for a knife tucked at his belt and rounded the corner. 

What he found instead might have been downright comical if it wasn’t so shocking. 

Standing huddled near the back window of their house was Marn. And the tauren had evidently unbuttoned his trousers and fished out his manhood. His three-fingered grip was currently stroking his cock while he peered into the window of their home, the tauren doing his best to keep his voice down and keep his massive horned head angled low so as not to appear too obvious. 

The second shock for Ben came when he turned his gaze down and actually got a good look at the manhood that Marn was sporting. It had to have been ten inches long at least, possibly over a foot, and incredibly thick as well - as thick as a flagon at the tavern, if Ben had to guess. It was a mottled color not unlike what a horse stud was sporting, though also very pink as well, with a flared, wide head and a darker color toward the base near his pendulous furry black gonads. 

Ben couldn’t exactly say he was that surprised with this discovery. Though he’d never thought about it before, he supposed it made sense that the size of the tauren’s manhood would be proportional to the rest of his immense bodily bulk, especially given that their females were big as well. That said, he couldn’t help but be a tad envious. His own issues aside, even when Ben was whole he would be hard pressed to measure up. Hell, the vast majority of human men would be. 

What did surprise Ben immensely, however, was just how brazen Marn was being, masturbating out in the open, where either of his two human hosts could happen upon him at any moment. He supposed that Marn had to be very pent-up and without any sort of companionship for some time, given how long he’d been on the road. It only made sense that he would need some down time to deal with his…urges. Ben could certainly sympathize, but he would’ve at least expected Marn to try to conceal himself a little better. 

Ben’s eyes widened with sudden realization. He felt foolish for not realizing sooner. Marn had not only been pleasuring himself, but doing so while peeping into the window that peered into their back room. And there was only one other person who could possibly be in that room at the very moment…

Still, he had to know for sure. Carefully and quietly, Ben doubled back, circling around the barn and observing Marn from a different angle so that he could see what Marn himself was looking at. Marn took no notice of his movements. Ben’s heart pounded in his chest like a war drum as he got a good look, his gaze looking past the black-furred tauren fisting his cock outside the window.

Sure enough, inside the back room, was Lily. His wife was currently completely nude and taking a bath. With Marn’s lack of subtlety, it was a wonder that Lily hadn’t seemed to take notice of their burly guest fisting his massive tube of meat right outside her window. But Lily herself seemed to be in her own little world, a relaxed smile on her face and her eyes closed as she combed her fingers through her strawberry-colored hair. Her lovely full breasts broke the surface of the bathtub, her puffy pink nipples emerging from the water like two tantalizing little islands in the middle of an ocean.

If this was enough to make Ben feel a slight stirring in his loins, it was most certainly enough for Marn as well. As Ben watched, Marn began fisting his bullcock even harder in a three-fingered grip. He was huffing and grunting slightly before finally throwing his horned head back, clenching his member. 

“Ughhh!” Marn grunted in his baritone tenor. 

His pink mottled shaft twitched, the round head throbbing before a thick stream of white semen exploded out of his cockhead, utterly powerwashing the window of their house. Ben was amazed by the volume and velocity of the tauren’s ejaculation. It only confirmed his suspicions of how backed-up and lonely Marn was, the poor fellow. Even if it was a bit concerning and shocking that Ben’s own wife had become an outlet for the tauren to find some self-indulgent relief. 

With the sheer force of his load splattering against the side of their house, Lily finally took notice of Marn’s presence there outside her window. She lifted her head up from the bathtub, her eyes widening with shock. She spotted Marn stroking his cock and instinctively moved to cover up her glistening naked body with her hands, but Marn seemed to be so lust-drunk in the throes of his own orgasm that he had not noticed that his voyeuristic antics had been discovered by the object of his desire. 

When his orgasm had finished, Marn quickly let go of his semi-limp but still thick and long cock. He rubbed the back of his neck with a guilty expression on his face, trudging off. Ben quickly dipped his head around the corner of the barn, but Marn did not seem to spot him as he scurried off in the opposite direction as quickly as his hooves could carry him. 

Once he was gone, Ben looked in both directions as he carefully approached the window. Part of him was still in disbelief from what he had just witnessed. As a married man, he knew that he should have been outraged by this violation of his wife’s privacy. But if he was being honest, he was more just amazed by the boldness of it, not to mention the outrageously voluminous load he’s painted the side of their house with. 

And now that Lily clearly knew she had been spied on by their bovine guest, Ben had to know what she made of this new development. Ben crept up to the window where Marn had been, looking past the splotch of white tauren cum that dripped down the window pane. He found that Lily was no longer in the back room. She had evidently vacated the bathtub quite quickly after she’d discovered Marn peeping on her. He supposed this had to be an unpleasant shock for his innocent little wife. 

Still, he knew he had better check in on her to see if she was alright. He walked up to the front of the pass, seeing Marn smoking his pipe by the nearby creek. Ben couldn’t help but shake his head with a smirk. That big fellow was likely feeling very relaxed after blowing a load onto their house. Ben entered the house and went searching for Lily, seeing her not in the living area or their kitchen. Curious, he made for their bedroom, being careful not to startle her. He supposed that she was already quite on edge after what had just happened. 

As he approached their bedroom door, he heard his wife softly moaning. Ben was immediately intrigued, his cheeks feeling warm. Whatever she was doing, she did not at all sound distressed like he was expecting her to be after they’d caught their guest invading her privacy. The door was slightly ajar, so Ben crept up to it and peered in. 

Lily was sprawled out on their marital bed. Her strawberry red hair was still damp from her bath and the linen towel she had wrapped around herself had come undone. She had her eyes closed as she lifted her pert butt and her hips off the bed as she used two fingers to rub her pussy. With one hand occupied diddling her clit and the other inserting two fingers inside her pink pussy, she was letting out breathy sighs and whimpers as she pleasured herself. 

It occurred to Ben that he had never seen his wife masturbate before. Even after his injury, Ben and Lily’s sex life had been strong. He used his mouth and his fingers on her very often to the point that he’d never seen her feel any inclination to pleasure herself. Unless something spontaneous prompted her to grow very aroused very quickly or unless he was away from home for a prolonged span of time, he could not picture her having to resort to that. 

His eyes widened with sudden realization. Indeed something spontaneous had compelled her to lustfully start fingering herself: Marn. It was the only logical explanation. It seemed that being caught with a peeping bull had not perturbed her in the slightest. It had turned her on.

Ben continued watching his wife rub herself. She reached one hand up to tweak her hardened pink nipples, squeezing her ample breasts. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she chewed her lips, whimpering in a way that sounded quite familiar to him whenever he used his mouth on her and brought her to orgasm. 

“Mm…oh…oh y- yes!” Lily softly moaned. With her strawberry red hair undone and wild and her body still wet from the bath, his wife looked especially ravishing at that moment. From the sound of her breathing, he could tell she was getting close. 

Sure enough, a few moments later, her lovely butt rose up off the bed as a sweet moan of bliss came spilling from her lips. “Ah!” she squealed, bucking her hips as she brought herself to a considerable orgasm, from the sound of it.  

Ben drew himself away from the door, ruminating on everything he’d just witnessed both during and after the peeping incident with their bovine guest. He had a decision to make: did he simply pretend this had never happened, or confront the tauren with what he’d seen? 

Over the next several hours of the day, Ben kept his distance from both Lily and Marn as he thought on what to do with what he now knew about Marn and his apparent infatuation. Over time, he realized that he was…not angry. Surprised at first. Shocked even. But not angry. Marn had saved his life and he had been good company thus far and a good companion to have around the farm. Ben had already been strongly considering allowing Marn to stay permanently as a farm hand, provided his wanderlust as a bounty hunter allowed for him to stay in one place for too long. And Ben did not believe Marn had it in him to push things much farther beyond peeping. Provided Ben asked him to stop, he firmly believed the tauren would. 

Ben paused, feeling suddenly oddly unsettled by that thought as well, however. Other than being allowed to heal up on their farm, he had asked for nothing else thus far. Did Ben really have it in him to dissuade him from doing something that had brought him some temporary relief in the years since the death of his mate? He supposed Ben had every right to dissuade him. It was his wife, of course. 

But was this what Ben really wanted?

His thoughts turned to Lily, and the pure passion that came from her mouth as she pleasured herself. Though Ben had done everything he could to keep her well-satisfied, he knew she wanted more. More that he could not provide given his current condition. Lily had never complained about this. Not once. But he knew now how pent up her craving was for sex, actual sex. And he knew she would never, ever be unfaithful to him of her own volition. 

Ben’s eyes lit up with the craziest, most insane thought. And for a brief moment he actually felt a stirring in his loins, as if hardness would return to his clothed member at any time. 

He began to formulate a plan. One that would allow Marn to be properly repaid for saving his life whilst quelling his and Lily’s respective urges all at the same time. But could Ben really allow this to happen, with his own wife? 

He supposed there was only one way to find out. 

When the sun went down, Ben went to bed first, changing into his nightclothes. When Lily walked into the room she smiled. “Hello darling,” she said as she stripped off her clothes, shutting the door behind her. Ben admired her freckled skin, her lovely, full breasts and pink nipples standing out like two enticing pebbles, her lovely bum as she bent over. And though her body was lovely enough to look at on its own, in that moment Ben was utterly consumed by the idea of their hulking bovine ravishing his dainty little wife. 

Lily slid into bed alongside him. “Where were you this afternoon?” 

He traced his fingers on her slim midriff. “Working, my love.” He leaned over, planting kisses all along her taut belly, slowly mitigating lower and lower. 

She let out a happy gasp. “Oh my, you are an eager beaver tonight!” Though he noticed her not-so-subtly parting her legs open for him. She had never turned down his offer of cunnilingus, and he doubted she ever would. But this time, he had something special in mind. 

“Always,” he said with a cheeky smirk, his hands sliding the hem of her gown up as he lowered his head down to begin flicking at her cunt with his tongue. 

“Oh Ben!” she let out her telltale moans, wrapping her legs around his head and raking her fingers through his brown hair as he went to work on her. He did those for some time, carrying her close to her precipice, but then pulling back, teasingly edging her toward her orgasm before stealing it away. Only when she begged for him to let her cum and to stop teasing him did he finally unleash his secret weapon, hoping that she would not be put off by it. 

He had been darting his tongue against her aroused pink bud when he pulled his mouth away, looking up at her. “You know,” he began, licking his lips of her tart flavor. “I saw the most peculiar thing earlier, darling…” 

Lily looked down, her face sweating and flushed. She looked positively frustrated. He had brought her so close to climax, and here he was, wasting time talking instead of licking. 

“W- what?” she asked, her voice laced with impatience. She thrust her hips up at him, trying to get his mouth back on her sweet snatch, but he was deliberately keeping out of reach. 

He smiled, his eyes fixed on her face to gauge her response. “I saw our tauren guest peeking into our bathing room window. He was rubbing something…quite big between his legs. And do you know what he was watching? You. Right before he painted the window white with his seed, of course.”

Lily’s eyes widened. “Oh!” 

Ben took that precise opportunity to thrust his pointer finger into cunt, curling his finger to stimulate her g-spot with a come hither motion while he sealed his lips to her clit. His words and the sudden burst of stimulation was enough to send her hurtling toward and orgasm instantly. And it was a very wet one, after how much he’d been teasing her and building her up. His mouth filled with her juices as he greedily drank from her honeypot, thrusting a finger in and out of her while flicking her sensitive clitty with tongue licks. She was nearly left sobbing with how intense her orgasm was. 

When she finally settled down and unlatched her legs from around his head, she was staring down at him, panting. “Goodness, Ben! W- what was that?!” 

He smiled knowingly at her. “Did you see it, Lily?” 

“See…what?”

“Don’t play coy. Did you see Marn pleasuring himself while admiring your naked body?”

Lily opened and closed her mouth. “I…” He could tell she was about to deny it, but she had already given herself away. She finally nodded. “I did.” 

“And you didn’t say anything.”

She pouted, pointing a finger at him accusingly. “Neither did you! You could’ve said something to me, but you didn’t!”

He flashed her a smile that seemed to frustrate her. She seemed to not understand why he was not angrier about this. “So we both held onto the same secret. Curious.”

Lily blushed. “Marn has been very kind to us. It seemed like a harmless indiscretion, though I was shocked at first.”

Ben nodded. “My thoughts exactly. The poor big fellow has been without a mate for nearly four years.” She frowned at that. After giving her several moments to process all of this, he decided to take a chance for his final gambit. “You know, Lily…I just want you to know that…”

She looked at him expectantly, raising a brow. 

“...you have my permission.” 

There was a pregnant pause, and Ben hoped beyond hope that he had not just destroyed his marriage with those words. Her face was a mask of confusion. 

“...my permission to do…what?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “To lie with Marn, if you wish to.” 

Her eyes widened with disbelief. “Ben! What the Light has gotten into you?! How could you think I’d ever wish to betray our marriage in that way?!” 

He shook his head. “It is not betrayal if we both consent to it.”

She took his head with a desperate look on her face. “I do not wish to consent to it. I am happy with you. Only you!” 

Ben kissed his wife’s hand. “Lily. Your devotion makes me such a happy man. But…I know there is more you want from me that you cannot have.”

“Ben! We have talked about this so many times. I don’t care about your…affliction!” 

He raised his hand. “Darling, please.” He sighed. “I know you would never admit it so as not to make me feel ashamed. But I know you yearn for what we used to be able to do before the war. Feeling me inside you.” 

Lily looked away. “Perhaps I do. A little.” She looked back at him. “But there are other things more important than that. And besides, there’s nothing you or I can do about it anyway. Unless Adeline comes up with a cure.” 

“But there is. Marn can take my place.”

She looked away from him, shaking her head and crossing her arms. 

“You’re going to tell me you don’t find that tauren attractive? That you aren’t at least considering it?” 

Lily looked back at him, blushing. “I…I don’t find him unattractive.” She firmed up her posture, rallying her defense. “But I do not jump the bones of any attractive…male I come across. Just as you do not do the same with any attractive woman.” 

“True enough,” Ben admitted. “But Lily, I know you have fantasies about nonhumans, like the characters in your erotic romances. Your husband is giving you free permission to live out one of your dream fantasies.” 

She shook her head. “That is different! Those are just silly stories. I don’t wish to damage our marriage!”

He gave her a smile and a shrug. “Well I have no intention of divorcing you. I love you too dearly to ever even consider it. Do you love me the same?”

She leaned over and kissed him passionately. “Of course I do!” 

“Then…I see no issue, provided Marn does not object.” 

She looked at him, baffled. “You really are not going to let this go, are you?” She gave a bemused laugh. 

He stroked her inner thigh. “Think on it,” he said in a low husky tone, kissing her smooth, dainty leg. “Widower tauren bounty hunter, being rewarded for saving her husband’s life. Is this not just like the plot of one of your books?” 

She chewed her lip, closing her eyes as a moan spilled from her mouth. He was using his thumb to rub her pussy while he tempted her. “Don’t do that, Ben.” 

He kept petting her pink sex “Why? Am I hurting you?” 

She looked at him, narrowing her gaze at him. “You’re…arousing me too much.” He pulled his hand away and she shook her head. “No…I didn’t…tell you to stop. You have to finish what you started.” 

An evil thought crossed Ben’s mind and he pulled his fingers away from her cunt after stimulating her for a few more moments. “Actually, no. I don’t think I will. If you want relief, you will have to go to Marn for it. He is probably still awake in the barn right now.” He smiled deviously at her.

“N- no fair…” she whimpered. She raised her head up from the pillow. “This is insane, you know. Utter madness.” When all he did was flash her another cheeky smile and a shrug, she sighed. “Ben…are you absolutely sure about this?” 

Ben nodded, a part of him still in disbelief that she was seriously considering it. “Completely,” he said. 

She licked her lips, looking out the window. “Tonight? Really?” 

“Why not? Strike while the iron is hot.” 

Her breathing was quickening and her skin was flushed. She was silent for several moments as she undoubtedly waged a war in her head. But the adventurous side of her won out in the end. “Very well. I will go talk to him.” 

He raised a brow. “Only talk?” 

“Only talk,” she said firmly, standing up, readjusting her gown and putting on her slippers. “And I am telling him this was your idea. And if I don’t like the way the conversation is going…I am coming back.” 

“Fair enough.” Ben could not believe this was really happening. And he had set it into motion. He felt a thrill coursing through his body. 

Lily stopped at the threshold of the door to look back at him. “Ben?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you. And don’t you ever forget it, mister,” she said, pointing a finger at him. 

He raised his hands up with a loving smile. “Never.”

She turned and was gone. Ben already pictured in his head what Lily and Marn might get up to. If Marn agreed to it. There was a chance he might refuse outright. Marn seemed like an honorable type who did not wish to sow his oats in another’s garden, so to speak. He might take a great deal of convincing. 

The minutes ticked on. It was nearly twenty minutes, by Ben’s reckoning, and Lily still had not returned. He knew this would be a long conversation, but Ben was starting to get antsy.

“Light help me,” Ben sighed. He stood up onto his feet, putting on a pair of shoes. He supposed it could not hurt to covertly approach the barn and listen in on the conversation, maybe intervene if needed. 

He tiptoed out of the bedroom and then out of the house, slowly padding his way over to the barn. The door was slightly ajar, the lantern illuminating it from inside. Lily’s moans reached his ears and Ben froze, shocked. 

He crept right up to the doorway and peered inside, his eyes widening at what he saw. 

Evidently, they were not just talking any longer. Marn was sat atop the largest bale of hay in the barn. He had Lily in his grasp as he palmed at every inch of her small freckled body that he could get his hands on, his large three-fingered hand sneaking beneath the hem of her gown to greedily squeeze her rump. And Ben’s wife did not protest in the slightest, aside from a surprised gasp as Marn tugged her gown down, her luscious breasts popping out as they came loose from her nightgown. 

Marn’s eyes were blazing with fiery passion and he licked his chops as he beheld her breasts. The same he’d gotten a glimpse of earlier that day when he peeped on her bathing. 

His thumbs stroked her nipples as he rumbled like a bull in rut. “Spirits. Such perfect teats. I imagine you nursing a tauren calf with them, and my blood pounds in my ears like a war drum,” he intoned. She whimpered, running his hands over his body in turn, feeling his rippling body corded with muscle beneath his obsidian black fur. 

Ben watched with bated breath at what was transpiring atop the hay bale. Marn was prompting small sighs and whimpers from his pretty wife. The black-furred tauren had leaned his horned head down and was slurping away at her perky, full breasts. His lips were trying and failing to absorb her entire teat, his lips suctioning onto her pink areola while his tongue swirled around it. Though it was an insurmountable task considering how busty his wife was, it did not dissuade him from trying. 

When his dark lips came off one of her nipples while a soft, wet popping sound, Ben could see that Lily’s pink nipple had become rosy, hard and erect and she let out a soft whimper in the process. Soon enough, he’d hungrily intoned a deep rumble in his throat as he leaned his head down to suck her other nipple into his mouth while swirling his tongue around. 

Lily’s hands clawed desperately at the tauren’s head, running her fingers through his fur and gripping his horns for leverage as her breathing increased. As Ben watched the tauren getting his wife going, he saw Marn lower one of his hands down between Lily’s legs, insistently parting them open. After a moment’s hesitation from Lily, she obliged and spread her freckled thighs open while the amorous tauren continued to attend to her breasts.

His mouth never left her chest as one of his thick black pointer fingers probed gently against her tender sex. Lily’s body undulated when his blunt pointer finger penetrated her pussy a moment later with a digit that was nearly big enough to be an average sized human cock, prompting a sharp gasp, her hips lifting up against his finger. 

Extracting his mouth from her full, plump breasts and hardening nipples, the tauren looked down between her pale, slender legs. “Such a small hole,” Marn intoned deeply, his eyes blazing with lust. “This will be a tight fit.”

Ben noticed that Lily was not alone in showing outward signs of her growing passions. Sure enough, he saw that that massive mottled bullcock emerged from his furry groin, extending longer and longer as it filled with blood. He could not exactly blame the tauren. His wife had just a perfect body that could instill longing in any hot-blooded male. And given how long Marn had gone without the company of one of his own females and given that he’d spent the entire day, or multiple days, lusting after Lily, Ben suspected Marn was not about to hold back now that she was in the palm of his massive hand. 

Lily took notice of Marn’s cock again, her emerald green eyes going wide with a combination of wonderment and lust. She had seen this massive cock from a distance when he had peeped on her, but now she was finally seeing it up close for the first time, and she was naturally excited. And perhaps intimidated. One of her dainty hands shakily reached over to touch his gargantuan member, but she hesitated. Noticing this, Marn reached down and gently but insistently took hold of Lily’s hand, guiding her the rest of the distance to his girthy prick. A smile spread across his muzzle as he guided her fingers to wrap around his bullcock. 

Her mouth was agape as she slowly stroked the mottled cock, her fingers unable to encircle the entire girth. “By the Light!” Ben heard her gasp. “It’s…it’s so b- big!” 

A smile spread across Marn’s muzzle, neither confirming nor denying her statement. It was plain enough to see his pride written on his face, however. All those present were keenly aware of how big he was, Marn included. Marn relaxed confidently back onto the hay bale, letting the pretty married human woman explore his maleness to her heart’s content. He smiled contentedly as her fingers traced every contour, every pink and mottled inch of his monstrously girthy shaft. To Ben, he was looking like a conqueror sitting atop his throne as this little woman - Ben’s own wife - tentatively stroked his bullcock. 

As Lily explored his anatomy, Marn had reached a hand behind her, delighting in squeezing the freckled pale globes of her lovely rump. He seemed equally enamored by her body as she was with his. After giving both of the cheeks of her bum a few squeezes, one of his fingers traveled down between her legs, finding her tight little pussy again and pressing in on it. 

Lily spilled a soft gasp from her lips “Oh!” her fingers tightened around his mottled girth, prompting a deep pleasured rumble from him in turn. A slick wet sound could be heard by Ben as Marn began curling his black pointer finger in and out of her small pink sex, pushing the single digit in and out slowly and steadily. 

Ben could feel a stirring in his own loins, and if his equipment worked properly he would’ve surely been stiff as steel in that moment as he watched this unfold. His wife’s sounds of earnest pleasure were music to his ears, even if their tauren guest was the one producing them from her. 

“Oh m- my,” Lily cooed, pushing her rump back into his grip so he could get his single finger deeper inside her. “That feels l- lovely.”

Marn smiled, continuing to probe his finger in and out of her. The fur of his finger was matted down with her natural lubrication as he slid it in and out of her soaked cunny. “Do not clench down,” he urged. “Relax your body.”

She did as instructed, relaxing herself. A moment later, his finger sank a bit deeper inside her up to his knuckle. He began dipping his finger in and out of her at a faster pace, stirring it around inside her and finger fucking her with a pumping motion as delighted feminine moans spilled from her lips. His finger alone managed to achieve this. If this foreplay alone was enough to get his wife’s juices flowing, one could only imagine what Marn’s colossal bovine member would do to her. 

Assuming he could even get it inside her. 

Lily was chewing her lip, her face looking flushed as she writhed and squirmed in the large male’s grip. Despite how much she was moving around, Marn was not dissuaded. Her pussy was so wet that it was all too easy for him to thrust, pump and stir the single thick digit around inside the wife. With the other hand, he held her slender body steady to minimize her erratic movements. 

“Marn! I- I’m about to… you’re going to make me…!” she moaned, thrusting her hips up into his hand, eager for more of his skillful fingerplay. 

Marn rather than slowing down only increased his efforts, his smile never leaving his muzzle as he delighted in bringing this woman off with his pumping motions. He’d secretly been lusting after her quite possibly from the moment he’d first arrived on the farm. And now that he had her, he was not about to let this opportunity evade him. 

“A- Ah!” Lily squealed, her hips lifting up toward him. 

The tauren extracted his finger from her quim, and clear juices followed in its wake, squirting from her cunt. Displaying surprising intuition or experience, he rubbed his finger in a frantic petting motion over the entrance to her sex, bringing on subsequent waves of her orgasm wetly streaking out of her. Ben was amazed by this display. Whilst he had given his wife squirting orgasms before, they had usually involved a great deal of foreplay, edging and build-up before finally making her pop off. But after just a short amount of stroking and fingering, their tauren companion had somehow managed to give her a messy climax. It was surely a testament to how aroused she was by what was happening. 

“Wait, stop… no more, no more!” she pleaded, gasping for breath. 

Mercifully, Marn stopped as instructed. He pulled his fingers away, and even from this vantage point, Ben could see the glint of his wife’s juices coating his obsidian-colored fingertips. Clearly having no qualms about indulging, Marn sucked his finger into his mouth, tasting the human wife’s flavor with a pleased rumble. 

“Sweeter than the ripest fruits of Mulgore’s plains,” Marn said with a smile. “How do you feel, beautiful little human?” 

She was still panting, trying to get her breath back. “Light…” she laughed. “It has been some time since I came that quickly before.”

He chuckled. “It is good that you did. You will need it.” 

“Need what?” Lily queried. 

Marn’s bovine muzzle stretched into a knowing grin. “The additional lubrication.” 

Lily’s eyes widened when she looked down, seeing that Marn’s bullcock was engorged at full mast, throbbing in front of her. Precum was bubbling up in dollops from the pea-sized urethral opening atop the flat, wide head. 

“It…it will never fit,” Lily murmured with disbelief, echoing Ben’s same exact sentiments. 

Marn answered her trepidation by leaning down to her level, snagging her lips with his. “Mmm,” Ben’s wife moaned into the deep kiss as bovine muzzle met human mouth. His tongue invaded her mouth, swirling around the inside of it in a dominant yet passionate display, as she closed her eyes and melted into it. 

When at last he pulled away and let her catch her breath, she was left panting. “I will be gentle,” he murmured soothingly, pushing a finger in and out of her wet quim to loosen her up a touch. “Do you trust me?”

She blushed and nodded sheepishly. “I…I want to at least try.” The lust in her voice made it obvious just how badly she wanted this despite how nervous she was.

Marn smiled. “Then you and I will make it work, my lovely human. Together.”

In a move that surprised both her and the watching Ben, Marn scooped her up off her feet, carrying her over to the hay bale. He sat himself down atop it, carrying Lily along with him. His throbbing, wrist-thick pillar was standing upright, leaking out dollops of bull preseed, just waiting for the tight womanly sheath to impale. He had Lily’s legs bent back a bit and he had one massive hand wrapped around both of them by the back of her knees. The other hand was gently gripping her luscious freckled bum. With this grip, he was holding her above his erection with amazing strength, making it look so easy to hold her entire body. She looked almost weightless to him. 

Her tight pink pussy was soaking wet and positioned right above the wide mottled flare of his cockhead. Ben couldn’t fathom how this was possibly going to fit. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t wish to see them try. 

“I have a confession to make, Lily Travers,” Marn rumbled. He began using his strength to gently rock her entire body atop his cockhead like she was little more than a ragdoll in his arms. In doing so, her tight wet pussy was rubbing up against his flare, his precum soaking in her vulva, lubing them both up with additional wetness for the impending penetration. 

“Hmm?” Lily was drowning in lust at this point, squirming in his grip, unable to do anything but relinquish full control to him. She whimpered each time her sensitive sex rubbed against the wide flare of his cock. 

“I have wanted to mate with you from the moment I set eyes on you,” he admitted with a deep,seductive tone. “Were you not married, I might have tried to bed you the moment my wounds were healed.” 

Lily chewed her lip, her eyes rolling back into her head from this confession. She reached her hands up to fondle her own plump, ample breasts, tweaking her nipples. “Light…I cannot wait any longer! I…I need you inside me!”

Marn hummed, still continuing to rub her soaking cunt back and forth against his flare, getting his mottled colored girth wet with her arousal. “Patience, little human wife. Patience. Your body is so small compared to me. This will take some time.”

“Then…we had better get started then!”

He chuckled, ceasing his frotting of his oversized bullcock against the entrance to her sex. “So demanding. Very well then. Breathe and relax as best you can. This is going to feel uncomfortable at first.”

Lily bobbed her head, chewing her lips nervously. She hugged her arms around her legs bent back to her chest, leaving the next move with Marn. 

Gripping her legs with one hand and pert ass with the other, the tauren lowered her pink sex down to his wide flare, pushing it up against her tight orifice while Ben watched all of this, enraptured. Naturally, on the first push, Marn made little progress. As he huffed out a breath, the tauren pushed his wide flare up against the little human wife’s little human cunt, and it would not budge. The circumference of his cock was wider than the entrance of her vagina. 

Lily whimpered with frustration. Marn’s hands were not free, but hers were. So she dripped a line of spit into one of her hands and reached down, stroking Marn’s bull cock to provide extra lubrication. Thankful for her efforts, Marn tried again, giving another push as he grunted and she let out a gasp. Once again, her sex would not allow him in. 

Ben was beginning to wonder if they would give up. But Lily, with surprising determination, told Marn to wait a moment. He watched as she reached both her hands down, using her dainty fingers to spread her sex hole open as wide as she possibly could. 

“Try now,” Lily huskily offered, licking her lips. 

Marn nodded. “If this causes you too much pain, tell me to stop.” 

Lily affirmed this with a quick nod. Ben understood the implication of his warning. This time, unless she told him to stop, he was going to keep pushing until he stretched her open and managed to get himself in. 

With one hand gripping her legs and the other using her butt for leverage, Marn brought her tiny body down to the tip of his colossal bullcock, touching it to her sex. Thanks to her spreading herself open, Ben watched with amazement and disbelief as her tight pussy actually began to stretch around the wide flare to accommodate it. It was a process that took patience, and strength to hold a full-grown human woman - albeit one as small as Lily - above his cock like this as he methodically gave little micro-thrusts to get his massive girth inside her. But fortunately, Marn seemed to have no shortage of either. 

Ben witnessed the moment his wife was finally penetrated. The first giveaway was the sudden widening of Lily’s green eyes and the sharp gasp that was knocked out of her lungs. Down below, his fat, wide flare of his bovine enormity popped inside her, her tight pussy snapping shut around the corona of his cockhead. Her pink pussy lips were swollen and bulging slightly from the size of the intruder filling her sex. 

“S- stop!” Lily pleaded desperately, her body quivering. 

Marn froze, a look of concern plastered on his face. Despite his need, he was no savage beast, and he displayed concern for her above all else. This gave Ben comfort. 

“I am hurting you,” Marn concluded, as he began lifting Lily’s body up to free his cock from her. 

“No!” she gasped, stopping him. “Don’t p- pull it out. I just…need a few moments to get used to it. You’re so b- big. It’s stretching me open so much,” she whimpered. 

Marn obliged her, holding completely still with her suspended above his cock, his wide flare embedded in her sex hole. Ben could tell it was a struggle for the bull to maintain his composure with such a tight orifice squeezing around him, but he seemed willing to wait as long as was required of him. 

Lily reached down with two fingers and began stroking her clit just above her filled pussy. This seemed to help considerably as she moaned, her juices beginning to flow. Ben picked up the glint of shiny wetness dripping down the inches of bullcock that still remained outside of her for now. 

Finally after several moments, Lily bobbed her strawberry-colored head. “Alright,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I am ready for more.” 

Marn grunted in affirmation, loosening his grip on her legs and bum to lower her a bit. Lily threw her head back and moaned as more of his immense bovine girth disappeared inside her body, her pink lips swallowing him up to the point of bulging.

As Ben watched, he could see that Marn was actually managing to get a little more of his fat bullcock inside her with every slow, methodical push, against all possibility. Her pink lips - once so delicate and tight - were stretched very tightly around his mottled girthy shaft. But her arousal was clearly there as well, evidenced by her juices trickling down the pink part of the shaft and down to the obsidian-colored leathery lower half of his cock. 

Marn slipped another couple inches inside her, before he finally hit a wall, his wide flare likely bumping into her cervix as Lily winced. Knowing that this was as far as he could go. Marn slowly lifted Lily’s body up until all but the flare of his cockhead was the only thing remaining and then he slid her body back down until his cockhead bumped her cervix again, stroking and massaging her love tunnel with as much of his bullcock as he had to work with. 

Soon enough, he had loosened her tight pussy up enough that he could establish a steady albeit gentle rhythm, rocking her small, dainty body up and down his pink and mottled shaft that was now completely shiny with a lather of his precum and her juices. Ben watched with amazement as his wife’s usually tight orifice had somehow been flexible enough to stretch open and accommodate nearly half of the tauren’s fat, long cock. 

“Oh…mm…ah…y- yes…mhm…”

Ben thought he was mishearing at first, but sure enough, Lily’s noises were unmistakable. The sounds of discomfort were gradually abating, and the whimpers of pleasure were gradually replacing them as she stretched to accommodate him, his pumps becoming easier and easier to take. As his monstrous cock squeezed inside her womanly sheath, it prompted a moan from her mouth, her pink inner passage now being constantly stimulated by inch after girthy inch of bullcock crammed into her once-tight cunny. 

Ben had to admit a difficult truth. It was incredibly arousing to watch his little wife getting bounced up and down the tauren’s monstrously big cock like she was some kind of ragdoll sex toy. She hugged knees to her chest while Marn did nearly all the work of raising and lowering her body, sliding her pussy up and down as much of his wide shaft as he could fit inside her. 

“Oh! Ah! Mmm…y- yes! It’s - oh my! - s- starting to feel v- very good, Marn!” she panted, her breasts jiggling and bouncing as her womanly sheathe was stroked and rubbed by his smooth, mottled bullcock. Her cute moans filled the barn, and Ben could tell from the desperation in her voice that she was not faking any of it. She never did. 

He suspected that even beyond the size of the bovine member filling her out, there was something so arousing for her to have no control of the movements. Marn literally had her entire dainty body in his grip to do with as he pleased. She had to place all of her trust in him to see to her needs without hurting her, and thus far he had not betrayed that trust. If anything, it likely only heightened her arousal to relinquish all control to Marn, and all she had to do was hold on and enjoy the ride as he used her body like a living onahole to pleasure his cock. 

“So t- tight!” Marn’s deep voice rumbled with desperation as he raised and lowered her, feeling her pink membranes squeezing around his shaft. 

Lily panted, looking back at Marn lustfully. Her full breasts swayed with every bounce. A wet suctiony sound could be heard each time his girthy bullcock squeezed inside her soaked pink cunt. “H- have you ever m- mated with an - oh! - human before?” 

Marn shook his head. “Never. First time,” he grunted. 

“Me too. I’ve n- never been with a tauren before! You’re so massive!” She pressed a finger to her flat tummy. “It’s l- like I can feel you, deep in here,” she cooed. “It’s been so long since I…”

He paused, holding his cock sheathed inside her. “Since you…?”

Lily shook her head. “...since I felt this way!”

Ben let out a whoosh of relief that he didn’t realize he was holding. He knew Lily almost accidentally said “since she had a man inside her”, before she stopped herself. Marn likely did not know about Ben’s impotence, and the last thing he wanted was for him to find out about it this way. Ben didn’t know if he could handle that kind of humiliation. 

Ben saw a small bulge in his wife’s flat belly each time the bull’s cock bottomed out and tapped her cervix, her creamy skin trembling as her voice was one continuous moan at this point. He could tell she was getting close, as she tended to shake and tremble more whenever she was on the brink of a climax. This would be her first orgasm from intercourse since Ben’s injury. 

Lily’s strawberry hair was sticking to her sweaty skin as her tight pussy was impaled on the colossal tauren shaft again and again. “Light! Marn…I- I’m c- cumming!” 

Marn did not hold back, his baritone, throaty grunts intermingling with her sweet feminine moans as he bounced her up and down his cock. Finally, he actually let out a cry that surprised Ben, her legs becoming rigid in Marn’s grasp as her orgasm hit her like a stormhammer. 

Marn let out a masculine gasp of “ugh!” as he yanked her off his cock completely with a pop, his wide cockhead freed from the tight seal of her pussy gripping him. It was a considerably wet popping sound when the wide flare slipped out of her, immediately followed by a volley of her juices. With Marn’s hands busy holding her aloft, it was up to Lily herself to frantically frig her cunt with two fingers, dousing his mottled bovine shaft and the floor of the barn beneath them with her squirt. 

By now, Ben could not help himself any longer. He was jerking his flaccid prick as he watched his lovely wife soak the ground of their barn with one of the wettest climaxes he’d witnessed from her in a long time. 

Now it was Marn’s turn. The great bull sank the exhausted human wife’s body back down onto his mammoth shaft as she let out a tired whimper from the overstimulation, his cock squeezing back inside her tight sheath. He pumped her body up and down just a few more times, stroking in and out of her pussy before holding her down on his cock fully. 

“Uhh…Earth Mother, here it comes!” Marn groaned. 

Ben watched as the tauren’s mottled pink shaft and black furred grapefruit-sized balls twitched. A moment later, Lily moaned when she no doubt felt the first gush of the tauren’s milky load splattering her soft pink insides. Given how Ben had witnessed the tauren paint the side of his house earlier that day, he could only imagine the bull hosing down his wife’s inner walls with a tidal wave of bovine spunk. 

“Light! It’s so hot… there’s so m- much!” Lily gasped, feeling his hot molten gushes of tauren cream filling every crevice of her sex. Ben saw a three-dimensional image in his mind of the tauren’s pea-sized urethral opening shooting thick ropes of semen against her cervix, filling up her womb to the brim. Ben might have been imagining it, but he could swear he saw her usually flat belly beginning to actually swell a bit as it was filled up with his load, though it was difficult to tell from this distance. 

Ben could not stop himself from splattering his own load against the side of his own barn. With his flaccid member and his condition, he could usually only manage a meager ejaculation, but this felt like the biggest load he’d spurted in years. 

When the tauren had drained his balls into Lily’s pussy, he slowly lifted her slender body up, the wide flare getting caught at the entrance to her sex for a moment before it pulled out of her. A flood of his spunk came pouring out of her gaping, well-fucked snatch to the point that Ben could scarcely see a trace of pink left inside her from this distance. All he could see was white until most of it poured out of her. His mottled bullcock was semi-flaccid but still very thick and long, twitching with the aftershocks of his climax. He loosened his grip on Lily’s legs finally, letting them fall back into their normal position as he let her rest atop his furry body as both took some time to catch their breath. 

Ben took that opportunity to vacate the premises, returning to the house before Lily or Marn caught him watching. He returned to their bedroom, waiting for her to return to him. It was another fifteen minutes or so before she returned, but only after she heard her stop into the bathing room first. He heard a splash of water from the tub. A few minutes later, she finally returned to him. 

“Hey.”

Ben sat up in bed and heard the bedroom door close. Lily was dressed in her night gown again with a single candle in her hand. She was looking over at him with a small, guilty smile, her face looking flushed and her hair wet. Evidently she had just taken a quick bath, as she had surely been in need of one after her time spent with Marn earlier. At that moment, all he could still think about was the sight of Marn impaling her on his colossal bullcock, bouncing her up and down on it like she was a living cocksleeve. 

Not knowing what else to say, Ben replied with, “it is indeed for horses, or so they say.” 

She smirked, rolling her eyes at his trademark bad humor. Since they had married, he had made it his personal mission to annoy her with dad jokes. She set the candle onto the end table next to him and crawled into bed alongside him. He shimmied to the other side of the bed, making room for her. 

They were silent for several moments, though those were long moments that felt like an eternity. She had gently taken his hand in hers, looking into his face with a mask of concern. He had a passive expression that was impossible for her to read. For Ben, his emotions were a confusing whirlwind after the sights he’d witnessed in the barn earlier. But the longer he remained silent, the more concerned Lily looked. 

“I…” she began. “Talked with Marn.”

“Only talked?”

She shook her head. “No. We did more than talk. But I think you know that already.”

He nodded. 

There was a gap of silence between them. Finally, she could not keep quiet any longer. “Please tell me you don’t hate me, Ben,” she said softly with a frown. 

He turned back to her, now feeling quite guilty for his prior silence. His eyes widened as he cupped her dainty hand in his. “Never. I could never hate you, Lily.” 

She nodded, seeming unconvinced. “The last thing I would ever want to do is cause you pain, Ben. You’ve already been through so much. I feel as though I hurt you severely.” She softly said, laying her head in his lap. 

He gave a small half-smile, stroking a hand through her red hair. “We agreed to it together, my strawberry. You cannot blame yourself.” 

“But I was the one who did it. And I cannot bear to think that I’ve inflicted a wound in our marriage that will only fester and grow,” she said, her voice trembling. After several moments of silence, she continued, “I think… we should perhaps tell Marn to leave once he feels well enough to travel again.”

Ben shook his head. “Marn is not at fault either. It would not be fair to send him away.” 

She looked back at him, perplexed. “I am surprised to hear you say that, my love. Are you not…bothered by what I did? Not even a little bit?” 

Ben looked away from her for a moment, out the window and back at their barn, where a lone candlelight illuminated it from within. He turned back to her. “I suppose a little. But…” 

She frowned. “But…?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “It is not an easy thing for me to admit.”

“Please, Ben!” she begged. “I need to know your true feelings on this. I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t know the truth.” 

He blushed, nodding hesitantly. “Well…the truth is…” he cleared his throat, “watching you and Marn together was one of the most arousing things I’ve ever seen.” 

Lily blushed bright red. “You…saw us?” 

Ben nodded. “I got too curious. I apologize.”

Lily covered her mouth. “Goodness. I…I cannot believe you saw all of…that!” 

“It was quite something,” Ben admitted with a laugh. 

She looked at him, shaking her head. “How can you be so…fine with this?” 

Ben shrugged. “Marn got his reward for saving me, and you got an enjoyable new experience, from the sound of it. And it’s not as if mine is working properly,” he added, looking down between his own legs.

She snuggled up against him needily, as if she never wanted to be out of contact with him again. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” 

“Smite me with that smile of yours, Strawberry,” he said, tweaking her chin. After a few moments he said, “So…are you going to tell me about it?”

Lily blushed nervously. “You…really want to hear this?”

“I asked, didn’t I? Call me some kind of deviant if you want to, but I am curious.” 

She laughed, seeming to relax now that he had made it clear that he was open-minded about this, even after having witnessed the reality of it firsthand. “Well…it hurt at first.” 

He smiled. “I can imagine. He really stretched you open, didn’t he?” Ben’s hand slipped beneath her gown and he tentatively touched a finger to her pussy. It still felt swollen from the stretching and subsequent mating it had taken from such a thick, long bullcock. 

Lily winced. “Don’t, Ben. It’s…embarassing. And I’m still sore.”

“Sorry,” Ben said with a guilty smile, pulling his hand away. “And then?”

“And then it…started to feel good. Very good. He was very gentle. But so strong. I felt like I was flying, like I was weightless in his grip. But…”

“But…?” 

Lily rolled her eyes. “The stretching, and the mess he made inside me afterward,” she groaned with a laugh. “Mating with a tauren is sure not easy. When you used to, you know, put your thing inside me, I loved the feeling of you inside me, but it was much easier to handle and less fuss afterward. With Marn it was more intense, but more of a struggle too. Do you understand what I mean?”

“I do.” Under other circumstances, Ben might have taken offense. Like if she had slept with another human man. But given that this was a tauren they were talking about - a male with such drastic anatomical differences - he could only agree with the logic. “And how is Marn?”

“He is sleeping,” Lily giggled. “I think I exhausted him.” She then frowned. “There was a bit of guilt too. I spoke with him, and he did not like the idea of betraying you. I told him it was your idea, but I could see that he was still conflicted. He had begun seeing you as a friend, Ben.”

Ben nodded with a frown. “I will speak with him on the morrow.” He leaned over to kiss his wife on the head. “Come, we should get some rest as well.” 

Lily yawned. “Mmhmm.” She looked up at him with one eye open. “Ben?”

“Ya Strawberry?” 

“I love you. I love you so much.”

He smiled and kissed her on the lips before he snuggled up against her, resting his head against hers on the pillow. “I love you too, darling.” 

+++

Ben woke up bright and early the following morning. Lily, naturally, was still in a deep slumber, blissed out from her salacious activities the prior night. He planted a kiss on her cheek, covering her with the blanket before shutting the bedroom door behind him. 

He stretched out his muscles, hearing the singing of the roosters outside. The prior night still felt like a fever dream to him. He could not believe that it had really happened. And yet it oddly didn’t feel like a nightmare to him. Not given his own complicated circumstances. 

Ben walked up to the barn, knocking on the door. “Marn?” he asked. He received no reply. Pushing the door open, he saw the livestock milling around in their stalls but no sign of their bipedal guest. 

Puzzled, Ben searched the farm for some time, not finding him by the chicken coop, the fields, the stables or the shed. Instead, he eventually found him sitting atop a boulder next to the creek at the far back end of their farm. The Tauren was shirtless, his back turned to him. 

“Ben,” he murmured as the human man approached him, still not turning to look at him. There was shame in his voice. 

“Marn?” Ben asked with concern, sitting on the slightly smaller boulder next to him. “Are you well? Is it your injury?”

Marm shook his big head. “I am healed enough. My injury is no bother anymore.”

Ben nodded. “That is good.” He took note of the rucksack that was fully packed next to the boulder. “Are you…going somewhere?”

“Yes.” Marn stood up onto his hooves, standing over a head taller than him. He finally turned to look back at him. “I’m leaving, Ben. You and your wife have been such gracious and hospitable hosts to me. I’ve learned much about the nobility of humans from living here. But I feel it is time I move on.”

Ben frowned. “Oh.” He was silent for several moments. “If that’s what you want, I won’t stop you. But Lily and I were growing quite used to having you around here. We’ve started to see you as a friend, Marn. You may stay as long as you wish to.”

Marn grimaced with a pained expression. “I cannot in good conscience stay here. Nor do I deserve to be called your friend.” 

“Marn. About what happened last night…” Marn turned away in shame when Ben said this. “You should not be ashamed or guilty. I know Lily enjoyed herself. And I gave her my permission.”

“She did tell me as much,” Marn muttered. “All the same, I could have refused but I did not. I gave into my urges, and got caught up in them. I have violated the sanctity of the life bond that you share with her.”

Ben rubbed the back of his neck. “Look, Marn. I have to confess something to you,” he sighed. “It is not easy to reveal this. I suffered an injury at Mount Hyjal. It left me…impotent. Soft, you know, down there.” 

Marn’s eyes lit up with understanding. After moments to process this information, he nodded. “Is there a cure for the condition?”

Ben gave a hopeless shrug. “The local herbalist is looking into the issue. But I am not optimistic,” he explained. 

Marn clasped his shoulder. “My apologies, Ben. I did not know.”

“Thank you,” Ben replied softly. “Lily and I are still intimate.”

“So I’ve heard,” Marn said with a smirk on his muzzle. At least Ben had managed to get a rise out of him. Ben realized that he and Lily really should have talked about her muffling some of her moans when he used his mouth on her at night, given that even Marn could hear her from the barn. 

“Yes, well… it is enjoyable for us, but I know she misses how things used to be, as do I,” Ben continued with a blush, clearing his throat. “I hope this helps you better understand our decision. I don’t want you to think we were just using you. Lily likes you, as do I. And you’ve asked nothing of us since you saved me. I saw an opportunity to make everybody happy while providing a temporary solution for the problem Lily and I are facing. I hope we did not make you do something that you did not enjoy.” 

Marn’s black fur stood up on end. Was that the tauren equivalent of a blush? “I…did enjoy it. I just worried for you.” Marn smiled. “But I can see now that my worries were unfounded.”

Ben laughed. “I would say that’s true.” He leaned forward conspiratorially, saying in low tones, “my little Lily is quite a woman, isn’t she?”

Marn gulped, nodding his horned head. Ben inwardly chuckled when he saw the burly bovine male readjusting his pants, a considerable girthy bulge beginning to form there as he clearly replayed his tryst with Ben’s wife in his mind. 

“I can have Lily join you again tonight,” Ben said with a wry smirk. 

Marn’s orange eyes widened. “Ben… are you certain?”

Ben gave a cheeky shrug and a nod. 

Marn snorted, the big warrior letting out a chuckle. “You are a very peculiar pair of humans. Very well,” he said, finally agreeing. 

Ben clapped him on the shoulder. “Alright. Tonight then.” He motioned to the rucksack sitting next to the boulder by the creek. “Do not forget your belongings.” 

Marn gave an amused snort, picking up his rucksack and shouldering it as they walked back in the direction of the barn. As they walked, Ben gave his bovine friend a nudge. “Such pep in your step, tauren. One would think you never even took two crossbow bolts to the back. I suppose all it took to heal you was the sweet taste of Strawb-

“Don’t say it,” Marn cut him off, shaking his head with an exaggerated sigh. “Earth Mother, just don’t say it.” 

Ben chuckled. 

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Ben and Lily walked toward the barn, both of them practically quivering nervously with excitement. He had decided to join her this time, to watch her up close this time. He had not informed Marn of this ahead of time, and he hoped Marn would not be perturbed by it. 

Ben and his wife stepped into the barn, and saw Marn leaning against one of the stalls, waiting for them. He had a knowing smile as his gaze fell on Lily. She chewed her lip with a small, adoring smile as she met Marn’s gaze. 

“Hello Marn,” Lily greeted him, twirling some of her strawberry strands of hair in her fingers playfully. 

“Hello sweet Lily.” His gaze turned to Ben. “Ben. I am surprised to see you here tonight.” 

Ben sat back in a single wooden chair that he had in the barn - one they used when milking the cows. He supposed it was only fitting that his wife was about to do some milking of her own. “I am just here to watch. And my presence here ensures that there are no hard feelings.” He pulled out a flask of wine, taking a swig. He endeavored to control how much he drank, however. He wanted to be fairly lucid for most of this. 

Marn nodded with a grin. “Very well.” He slowly walked up to Lily, his hooves clopping against the ground of the barn as he closed the distance to her. 

Lily did not even flinch. She had long since ceased being intimidated by him, even with how big he was. Marn had proven himself to be a gentle giant to those he considered friends. His foes, however, were a different matter. 

“And why are you here tonight, Lily?” Marn asked her knowingly with a smile, looking down at the tiny human woman. 

She licked her lips. “To thank the noble tauren who saved my husband’s life.”

Marn gave a pleased rumble in his throat, the black-furred bovine’s orange eyes fixed entirely on her. “I see. And what did you have in mind?”

“Well,” Lily said, chewing her lip. She looked back at Ben who gave her encouraging nod before she looked back up at Marn. “I think you should do whatever you wish with me. To me.” 

Marn grinned approvingly at that, reaching down to brush his hands over her dainty shoulders, his large furry hands practically encompassing her tiny shoulderblades. He thumbed at the straps of her gown. “Such hospitality…” he intoned deeply, his voice brimming with lust. “Who am I to refuse?”

With that, he slid the straps from her shoulders, her nightgown falling to the floor and baring Lily’s nude body before the towering tauren bounty hunter. Lily made no move to cover herself up as Marn’s eyes greedily drank her beautiful form in. His hands traced all over her skin.

“So soft,” he rumbled, his hands giving her breasts a gentle squeeze. One of his hands traced lower and a single dark digit slipped between her legs, entering her vagina as she let out a gasp. Her sex hole took his finger in so easily with how moist she was, and Ben could hear a schlick sound as he stirred his large finger around inside her. “And already so wet for me.”

As he was curling a finger in and out of her while she shook in his grip, Marn continued inflaming her lusts with seductive words for the eager human wife. “All day when I was working the fields, all I could think about was your snug married womanhood squeezing around me.” 

“Oh… y- yes…” Lily whimpered, her eyes fluttering as he stimulated her sex. Ben took another swig of wine as he felt a stirring in his pants. 

Lily’s hands began touching at Marn’s body while he fingered her. Her hands traced over the massive tube of flesh that was bulging at his tattered pants, threatening to burst open the seams. “Oh Marn,” Lily cooed sexily. “Do you have something for me down here?”

Marn gave a grin as he unlaced his trousers. His gargantuan bullcock sprung out of the confines of his tight pants the moment the article of clothing dropped to the floor of the barn, his cock fully engorged and extended out from his furry sheath. His cock nearly struck her in the face even while she was standing in front of him, given the size difference between them. But she dodged it at the last second, giving a surprised gasp of “Ah!” as the dainty wife’s favorite new toy was unveiled for her. She licked her lips hungrily as she gazed upon his manhood like it was some kind of precious artifact. 

“You said anything I want goes, yes?” Marn asked her. 

Lily eagerly nodded her head. 

Marn gave a satisfied chuckle. “Good. Then I want you to service me with these sweet lips,” Marn huskily rumbled, his thumb brushing over her pouty pink lips. “And these wonderfully plump teats,” he added, one of his hands giving her right breast a squeeze. 

The words had barely been uttered before Lily was already falling to her knees in submission while Marn rumbled approvingly at her eagerness, sitting down atop his bedroll as she crawled between his treetrunk-sized legs. Ben knew that Lily enjoyed giving him fellatio, even after his injury. Prior to his injury, Ben had a fully-erect size that she struggled to take. With the manhood Marn was sporting, fitting him into her mouth was surely an impossibility. But Ben knew she would use everything at her disposal to pleasure their tauren guest regardless. 

Lily, without any preamble or hesitation, placed her perfectly-formed, round breasts onto either side of his girthy shaft, nestling it in between her ample tits. Using both hands, she squeezed her soft, bountiful creamy mammaries together around his shaft, prompting a deep groan of bliss from the burly bovine. From this angle, his thick mottled bullcock reached up to her forehead as she breathed in his heady musk. 

Lily wasted no more time. She began raising and lowering her chest, pleasuring Marn’s fuckpillar with her ample bosom, all while her tongue licked, lapped and kissed at his shaft, nursing him with her soft lips. Dollops of the thickest precum Ben had ever seen came bubbling up from his pea-sized urethral opening, leaking down his shaft and getting scooped up by the amorous housewife’s lips and tongue. Not a single drip of precum made it past her diligent mouth to leak down to his balls. 

“Thank you, Marn,” she panted needily, giving the wide corona of his cockhead a wet kiss while she milked the lower part of his shaft with her full breasts. “Thank smooch you for - mmm - saving Ben’s life and…” she paused to tongue his urethral opening with a series of flicks, “...giving me such magnificent tauren meat to play with.” 

Marn said nothing, merely smiling like the bull-king of Westfall itself while he ran a hand through her strawberry hair as the little farmer’s wife serviced him, letting out rumbles, moans and even a moo or two of pleasure. 

Ben was now openly masturbating at this point, unable to restrain himself, his wine flask forgotten. When Marn looked up and saw this, Ben was surprised that there was no judgement in the tauren’s eyes. Even when Ben was still whole, Marn’s size would’ve given him (and nearly any other human man) a run for his money. In his current state, the size difference between them was even more significant. But the tauren wasn’t laughing or gloating at him with his gaze. 

“Use your mouth on your beautiful wife, Ben,” Marn suddenly said with a smile, surprising the watching husband. Ben hadn’t expected to be addressed. “I know you know how.”

Ben knew there was a degree of absurdity to another male giving him orders to pleasure his own wife in his own home. But he could not see any malice in it. After a moment, when Marn gave him another small nod, Ben realized that Marn just did not wish for him to feel excluded. 

Fuck it. Ben thought to himself. 

Ben dropped his flask and crawled over to his wife. When she sensed his approach, she shook her rump at him, widening her stance to give him more room to work. She always grew excited when he was about to use his very talented mouth on her quim. But knowing that he was about to do it to get her ready to take the monstrosity of a bullcock she was currently pleasuring? It was enough to make her ecstatic with pleasure, like a puppy that could not contain its joy. 

He used his hands to spread her lovely freckled cheeks of her bum open, giving them a playful squeeze in the process. Using his thumbs, he parted open the delicate pink lips of her labia. Whilst ordinarily he would slowly tease her before taking the proverbial plunge, he knew that all parties present were far too needy and aroused for that level of foreplay. 

So he decided to catch her off guard by nonchalantly plunging his tongue right into her soft pink snatch, eager to lap up her juices and devour her before Marn got a chance to resize her tiny sex hole with his bovine bitchsplitter. The moment her husband’s tongue plunged inside her, she squealed into Marn’s cock as she hungrily kept lapping, licking and smooching the thick pink and black shaft in front of her face. 

Ben dipped his tongue in and out of her sweet, succulent cunny hole while he gave teasing flicks against her clitoral hood. The moans he prompted from her clearly reverberated onto the tauren’s cock in turn as she orally serviced him and made up-and-down strokes with her breasts, titfucking him vigorously. 

Naturally, being sandwiched between these two men, servicing one and being serviced by the other, Lily was the first one to reach a climax. Possibly her quickest one ever. 

“B- Ben!” Lily said, pulling her lips from Marn’s girth to moan her husband’s name as his skillful tongue-flicks tickled an orgasm out of her nethers. Her juices washed over his lips as he drank his fill, continuing to pleasure her with oral stimulation until she was well and truly drained. Her body went slack, her breasts cushioned up against the base of Marn’s cock and furry, bloated balls while her lips kissed lazily at his spit-slick throbbing shaft. 

Ben pulled his lips away from Lily’s vulva, licking his mouth triumphantly. Though he’d be hard-pressed to match Marn’s size whether fully healthy or not, he took solace in knowing that Marn would be hard-pressed to get his wife off as quickly as he could with his mouth. 

“Well done, Ben,” the tauren said, his tone genuinely congratulatory as he smiled down at him. He stood up, carrying Lily with him in one arm. He patted Ben on the shoulder in a brotherly sort of way. “I will take it from here.” 

With that, the burly obsidian-furred bull scooped the small human woman up into his arms, Lily gasping excitedly by how easy he manhandled her insignificant weight. Ben watched as Marn carried her over to the center of the barn instead of the hay bale this time. He rearranged Lily’s body in a different position compared to the first time. Lying her on her back and tilting her body up at an angle, he gripped both of her ankles, bending her small back into a lewd wheelbarrow position while he got between her legs. 

Ben’s pride at having made his wife cum was forgotten and replaced with the salacious sight of the burly black-furred tauren shuffling forward between her widely spread-open freckled legs, rubbing his massive mottled pink girth up and down his wife’s sodden cunny lips. His wide flare drizzled voluminous clear precum onto her strawberry peach fuzz as his cockhead brushed her pubic mound. He had indeed done a fabulous job of getting her wet for the tauren they were indebted to. Lily was undulating her hips and whimpering and panting needily from the warm thick mass of tauren dick pressing up against her sex, so close to penetrating her. 

“I am going to service her now, Ben,” Marn said, looking up at the human husband. He settled the fat flare of his mottled monster cock against her tight little pink sex hole. 

Ben’s face was red with barely-restrained lust as he watched Marn smear his cockhead over her wet pink petals a few times before he gave a firm push along with a bestial grunt. Like the first time he’d penetrated her, it was not an easy feat. But it seemed to be easier than last time. It only took a couple firm pushes this time before his wife’s tight pussy widened open, eagerly accepting the large intruder and snapping shut around the wide flare of his cock as it punched in. 

The squeal that was pushed out of his wife’s mouth along with the squishing sound of bullcock bullying its way inside her akin to a slicing of a peach were two sounds Ben would not soon forget. 

Ben returned to his chair, jerking his limp cock as he watched Lily’s legs bounce in the tauren’s grip while he pile-drove his girthy cock in and out of her cunt. He serviced her pussy with the only cock she’d ever taken inside her other than her husband’s, and a nonhuman male to boot. With each downward stroke, she was left clawing at the floor of the barn beneath her while she was once again left to receive all of his toe-curling thrusts, moaning his name all the while. Like the first time, Marn was in complete control, like a tight velvety human cocksleeve. And she would not have it any other way either. 

Marn was huffing and snorting like a proper bull as he mated her, confident now that she no longer felt much, if any, pain from him spreading her tight pink sex open with his fleshy club. The tauren male delighted in wildly rutting the beautiful married human, intent on making up for his four years of celibacy in one night alone. 

Now that he had grown used to the exquisite tightness that came with pushing his cock inside a human female, he could take his time and last longer. The same could not be said for Lily. Thanks to Ben’s efforts in orally preparing her earlier, Marn’s fat bullcock brought her swiftly to another climax. She cried out so loudly that she likely frightened the livestock, her juices soaking the tauren’s shaft which made it all the easier to grip her ankles and plow himself down into her harder, faster. His wide cockhead was beating on her tender cervix like a fist and making a small bulge in her flat tummy with each thrust, but even that was a sensation she seemed to be getting used to. 

Plap, plap, plap, plap, plap, plap. 

The debauched chorus of his massive furry balls slapping her ass and his bovine fucktube sinking its way into her precum and pussy juice-lathered channel was enough to send Ben spiraling into his own masturbatory orgasm. He jerked his cock harder, shooting several surprisingly thick spurts of his semen two feet into the air as he gasped for breath.

Finally, it was Marn’s turn. With a few more brutal thrusts, he wringed a second climax out of Lily’s soaked cunt. She groaned like a woman possessed, thrusting herself up at him as much as she could at this awkward angle while her pink inner walls massaged and milked the nonhuman intruder of its load. And Marn let out a deep, baritone grunt, obliging her as he released his thick, filling payload from his bloated balls. 

He gripped her ankles, planting his hooves into the ground and leaned deeply down into her as his black furry gonads went into a twitching spasm. The frothy streams of babymaking bull cream rushed down his girthy shaft, aided by gravity to blast point-blank against her cervix. He inundated Ben’s wife’s insides with more thick semen than the human female anatomy was capable of receiving. When the pressure became too much, Marn winced, yanked his leathery member out of her and began stroking it, hosing down her freckled body with the second half of his load, coating her full breasts, legs, neck, face and even her strawberry colored hair in white tauren spunk. Lily gasped from such a shocking display, opening her mouth and taking some of his heady cum there as well as she desperately swallowed as much of it as she could. Only once his ejaculation slowed to a dribble did Marn finally stop stroking his member, having squeezed out everything he had down to the last drop

Both humans and the tauren took what felt like an hour to catch their breath. In reality it was only a couple minutes, but those minutes stretched out. Finally, Ben gulped as he watched Marn gently lower his wife’s comparatively tiny body down onto the ground, letting go of her ankles. An ocean of thick, pearly white tauren spunk oozed out of her well-fucked pink sex. 

The debauchery of seeing his wife’s gaping cunt, her pink insides filled to the brim with bull seed, was nearly enough to make Ben pop off again on the spot. Her vaginal orifice was completely swamped with tauren baby batter. If there was even a chance that…

“I know what you’re thinking,” Marn spoke up, panting. “But your people and mine are not compatible in that way.”

Ben let out a sigh of relief. “I will have to take your word for that,” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. 

Marn sat down on his bedroll, lighting up his pipe. His flaccid, wrist-thick member was dangling limply between his legs, matting down the black fur of his thigh with the remnants of their combined fluids. After blowing out a puff of smoke from his nostrils, he looked at Ben with a weary smile. “I will give you two your time. I am not as young as I once was,” he chuckled, and Ben smiled at that. “You may lay down another bedroll here in the barn if you wish.”

The tauren took another puff from his pipe and paused to take a swig of water from his own flask, but Ben’s attention was solely on Lily. His wife’s naked body was utterly covered in Marn’s seed. She licked her lips of the dribbles of bull cum caking her mouth, humming as she swallowed it down. That done, she began the arduous task of scooping up the remaining blotches of cream covering her body, swallowing that down too. 

When Ben tucked his limp cock back into his own pants and sat down next to her, she looked at him with bright red cheeks. They didn’t know what to say to each other for the longest time, but she spoke up first. 

“I… I can’t believe you watched me do that.” She covered her mouth with her hands. “This is mortifying, Ben. I cannot imagine what you think of me.” 

He took her hand in his, prompting her to look at him. “You know what I think?” After dragging out the silence for several moments thereafter, he continued, “...I think you’ve just put all of the heroines in those books of yours to shame.” 

She covered her mouth as he began laughing at her. Huffing, she gave him a shove onto his back. “I hate you, Ben Travers!” she laughed, and continued laughing as he hugged her. “This is all your fault.” After a lapse of silence, she shook her head as she pulled back from the hug. “Light, what are we going to do now? Is this our life now? The farmer’s whorish little housewife bedding the tauren who saved her husband’s life?”

“I’m not sure,” Ben admitted, stroking her leg. “But I am willing to find out with you.” He leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss on her cheek. A far cry from the debauchery of getting showered with a tauren’s cumload only minutes before. She snuggled up against him, clinging to him. The two ended up dozing off on the floor of the barn while Marn gave them their space, both humans wondering what the next day would bring.

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The following morning, it took an active effort for Ben to keep his mind on his work and not distract himself with the memory of the previous night’s events. He replayed it over and over in his mind while absentmindedly tilling the field. He almost failed to see a lone man milling about near the entrance to his farm. 

Curious, Ben set down his tools and walked up to the young man. It was a blond-haired boy who could not have been older than seventeen. 

“Ben? Ben Travers?” 

Ben nodded. “That’s me. What can I do for you, lad?” 

The boy reached into a satchel, withdrawing a letter. “Post for you, sir.” He handed it to him. 

Ben accepted the letter, surprised. He and Lily did not get much mail. He nodded with gratitude to the boy, reaching into his pocket and handing him a couple silver pieces. “Much obliged.” 

The postboy walked off and once he was gone he unfurled the letter and began reading. 

Ben, 

I don’t want to raise false hopes, but I heard back from my contact in Stormwind City. He thinks he may have found something. I am to meet with him in three days to see for myself. But if my suspicions are correct, I may have a very effective treatment for your condition. Perhaps even a cure.

I will be in touch soon with my findings. Give my love to Lily.

Best regards,

Adeline

P.S. Don’t forget to mix the wolfsbane thoroughly for the usual potion.

Ben’s heart thumped in his chest as he reread the letter twice. This was real. He was not losing his mind. Adeline might have actually come through for him. He knew he should not get too excited, as he needed hard confirmation from his herbalist friend. Still, the fact that there was even a chance at a cure was enough to leave his head spinning. 

He had to tell Lily and Marn the good news. He scrambled all over the farm looking for them, from the house, to the creek, to the barn, to the shed. 

“Lily? Marn?” Ben called out to them. He received no answer. Lily should’ve been gathering fresh crops in the main field while Marn could be found hard at work tending the livestock. But he found no sign of either of them. 

Suddenly, Ben’s ears perked up as he heard a series of feminine moans followed by a girly laugh and a throaty chuckle. 

He smiled knowingly, following the source of the sound, even if he already had a good idea what he’d find. The sound was coming from the north field, lined with rows of wheat. He combed through each of the rows as the noises grew louder and louder, until he finally found them. 

Ben shook his head with a bemused laugh. He supposed it should not have been any surprise to find them like this. Marn currently had Lily on her hands and knees in between one of the rows of wheat. Her clothes and his were bundled up in a pile a few feet away from them. And the tauren was pounding her from behind while she thrust her ass back and forth against him. Her full breasts made a slapping sound against each other as her lithe freckled body rocked back and forth in time with his thrusts. 

All play and no work, Ben thought to himself with amusement, as he watched the tauren railing his dainty wife from behind. His size utterly dwarfed hers as he wrapped his big hands around her hourglass waist, cramming his wrist-thick bullcock into her welcoming pink pussy over and over again. Her body was glistening with sweat from the pounding, suggesting that they’d been at this for some time. Judging from their labored breathing, they were both about to reach their conclusion. 

Marn threw his horned head back to the sky with a wide smile spread across his muzzle and she cried out her delight as they reached a mutual climax. Marn buried himself inside her and blew his thick load as deep inside her as he could, draining his balls into the human woman’s sex until her womb was awash with tauren sperm whose sole purpose was to attempt to make a calf inside her. Though a fruitless endeavor, it would not stop them from trying. His cum escaped the seal of her filled sex, splattering into the dirt beneath them as her cunt struggled to contain his load of milky semen. 

When at least they were finished, and Marn leaned over to rest his horned head against her sweaty freckled back, Ben finally made his presence known. 

“Ahem.” 

Lily and Marn’s heads both shot toward him off to the side as he crossed his arms with a smirk. Their expressions from being caught in this position were priceless. 

“When you two are finished, meet me at the house. I have something to share with you both.”

Marn’s fur stood up on end and Lily’s entire body had turned beat red. Marn’s cock had grown soft in record time from the sudden surprise of being caught, his heavy cudgel of a pink mottled bullcock limply flopping flopping out of Lily’s gaping pink sex hole, a creamy flow of bovine semen spilling out into the dirt as the flare pulled loose. 

As Ben walked off toward the house, he heard Lily calling after him. 

“Ben?! W- wait… l- let’s talk! ”

He looked over her shoulder as she evidently tried to follow in his wake on naked, cum-splattered legs. But the deep reaming she’d received had left her bow-legged and unable to keep up with his pace as she swore under her breath. 

“Clean yourself up, darling! Then…house!” he chuckled. 

Ben began to realize that the news he was about to deliver to his wife and his bovine friend would upend the sordid little routine they’d established. 

Or enhance it.