Chapter 0 - Body Heat

The snow had been falling for a few days without an end in sight, and Nizomi was growing restless.

    Each day she’d wake up before the crows could call and she’d race out to the window in her bedroom on the second floor, east side. Her paws would grip down on the windowsill, while her warm breath would warm the window glass until she could wipe the frost away and clear her view of the outdoors.

    But rather than peering out at the rising hills of snow that dotted the highlands, her eyes would always focus on him.

    The Pandaren bit down on her tongue as she watched Sarraal, the draenei lodge owner, gathering wood from the trees in his yard. His strong thick arms stained with each heavy chop, and his back sweated despite the chill and made his shirt cling to his dark blue skin. And as Nizomi's eyes lowered down past the man's belt, she could just see how his firm ass pressed against his tight woolen slacks.

    Oh, the lurid thoughts that came to mind when she saw that man work. Thoughts of his hands holding her wrists in one strong grip while his other explored her curvy soft body. Her mind was full of wicked fantasies of that thick girthy cock stretching her out while the world chilled in snowfall around them.

    She always found the man attractive since she came to the lodge to wait out the weather. But as the expected respite became an overly long stay, the Pandaren wanted a little more than comfort…

    I want his warmth, inside and out.

    Her maw spread into an impish smile. Because if she had her way, then that day would be The Day.

    There were no other guests at Sarraal’s lodge that day, as the others had left before the passes were snowed off. So they were alone in the inn. And that gave her an idea.

    Nizomi ducked away and raced for the steps outside of the guest room, then raced down to the ground floor in leaps and bounds.

    Her nimble paws snatched at buttons and lashes undoing them to expose more of her body. From her full breasts to her hard flat tummy, to her strong thick thighs, and certainly the round ass that oft drew wandering eyes. Her clothes were left like a trail of sin down to the center of the main room, where unused tables were scattered in neat arrangements leaving a wide path leading from the front door to the rest of the lodge.

    Nizomi licked her maw and threw a leg up and atop the seat of the nearest chair, while she folded the other beneath her thigh. Then her fingers tiptoed down her form until they reached her wanting and hungry sex.

    She held a breath and touched herself, first with one digit then with another as she rubbed that needy spot in a slow and teasing circle.

    “Mmnnghhh” she purred as she raised her chin towards the door and waited for Sorraal to return.

    Nizomi smiled when she saw the door open.

    “Nizomi!” called the Draenei, “If you’re awake I’ll have breakfast started in a mo—”.

    Sorrall noticed her. Nizomi watched as his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. His hands shook in uncertainty, rattling the logs he collected as he stared at the Pandaren. He bit his lip away that made Nizomi wonder if Sorraal thought he had been dreaming.

    Nizomi smiled and said, “Oh don’t worry about it. I went ahead and got st-started. You know, you should close the door and put those down and come over here and help me. Because…”

    Sorraal shook his head and dropped the logs down in the pile by the door. He kicked the door shut behind him and rubbed his palms together. His expression remained dumbfounded and surprised, and as if he were enchanted, he wandered closer to Nizomi, while his eyes danced from her lewd body to her horny face and back again.

    “Why? Do you want me?” Sorraal said.

    Nizomi choked down the giggle she felt rising.

    “Of course I do. I’ve just been thinking that we could spare the logs and warm up another way. What do you say?”

    Nizomi had never seen a draenei strip as fast as Sorraal did. His snow-covered clothes were torn off his big strong body and tossed left and right and out of the way. As his pants fell, his cock sprang to life bobbing its weighty girth towards the ceiling while hefty balls dangled against his thighs.

    The draenei dove down to the ground and pressed his face between the Pandaren's thighs. He swatted away her fingers and lapped at her sex. His tongue darted and twisted between her folds, while his face tendrils curled around her shapely thighs and squeezed and massaged their curves.

    Nizomi’s groaned and sighed in want and lust as she lost her fingers within the man’s hair. Before she wrapped her claws around his horns and held on tight as he drank deep of her essence.

    His breath was warm against her. Her sighs were like windchimes to his eager ear.

    Oh, how her back arched as he brought her closer and closer to a howling release. Oh, how she craved for him to let her finish on his strong box-like chin.  But the man grunted in protest at her unspoken desire as he pushed away from her and up to his knees.

    But Nizomi didn’t have time to beg him to come back before the man pressed his thighs against hers and slapped his cock down across her tummy. She could only coo in delight as she noticed the splurt of pre-cum that coated the pale pink length in thick lines of sticky white.

    “Are you ready?” Sorraal politely asked.

    Nizomi smirked at him and said, “Take me.”

    Sorrall then reached down and clapped his palms to her hips. He moved his hips and aimed a single thrust that sheathed his hard dick inside of her hot wet folds. And as she cried out in ecstasy, he pulled her up into his lap and pressed his lips against her maw.

    Their bodies crashed together with a lewd wet plap sound as their mouths crushed together in a sensual kiss. Her round bottom and fluffy tail swept across his hefty sack, while her fingers and claws raked lines up and down his back. And his fingers massaged her ass and ran up and down her thighs. Every possible sensation their hands and skin could produce in their partner was given and received with gratitude.

    But what struck them both, was how hard Nizomi’s pussy squeezed down on the draenei’s cock.

    He could barely contain himself from wincing out his eager groans as his head rolled back. His eyes became half-lidded and dreamy as her nether lips sucked along his throbbing veins. 

    "Nizomi, I swear to all that…" Sorraal said before Nizomi grabbed the back of his head and forced him back into a kiss. Whatever he was hoping to say was lost in that kiss, and the memory of language was lost as he felt her breasts squished against his broad blue frontiersman's chest.

    She rode him hard and fast, bouncing on him even as his cock trembled and shook. And though his knees locked and thighs clenched to hold back the rising tides within, he couldn’t help but to keep fucking her. Even as his lower baser urges forced their way to the forefront of his thoughts and screamed

    I WANT MORE

    But it was Nizomi’s turn to be selfish.

    She gave him a wicked grin and pushed him back to the ground. Then she rolled off his lap and bounded to her footpaws. Then she skipped away to the nearest table and lowered herself until her breasts pillowed out against the smooth wood and her ass rose as high as she could manage.

    By the time Sorraal stood back up, she had already raised her tail and curled it beckoning.

    “Come here, my kind lodgekeeper.” She purred, “I want to be warm.”

    Sorraal chuckled and moved towards her. He clapped his cock against her ass and stroked himself between her soft warm buns. When Nizomi whimpered in protest at the teasing, he finally guided his dick back into her pussy and clapped his hands down on her waist, and held her tight.

    Their bodies crashed together hard, fast, and often. Her softer curves jiggled like water as her ass slapped against his lap. His body sweat as the heat built up between them. She arched her back and demanded he finish inside her and he curled grunted between clenched teeth as he did as she commanded.

    The afterglow was sweet. His seed and her essence ran down their thighs. The table edge was stained in their juices and drops of lust splashed against the floor. His balls rested against the back of her thighs, while she just noticed how she clawed a few lines on the table.

    They looked at the mess they made that snowy morning and laughed grateful for the heat they brought one another.


