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Okay, so after reading Anarchei's "Be Kind to Those Less Fortunate". It has inspired me to write my own idea that I've had brewing in my mind. So, with a bow, and understanding that the world and species portrayed belong to Blizzard. I bring you a new series! Warning Adult content! not sutiable for minors.

Dalarian Lessons: Respect

"Damnit boy," the old wizard shouted. "I told you your arrogance will be the end of you one day," he continued to yell as he waved his fist.

The young mage ran towards him, throwing the doors closed with a wave of his palm. Soon loud pounding on the other side accompanied the loud cries of various beings on the other side. "I told you I could do it,"

"That's beside the point, now you have an angry mob on my door step once more, I swear, Cain, if you keep this up, the council will toss you into the maelstrom."

"Oh calm down Grand Magister, you only think of consequences, never of possibilities!" his young student said as he pressed his back against the door.

"What do you know of possibilities, you've spent all your life in Dalaran, it's time for you to gain some experience of the world," he said, closing his book.

"But Terroh, why would I need to see the world outside of Dalaran? The city was lifted from its place out of mountains, and now we float above in Northren, why see the world, when the world sees us where ever we go?"

"I swear, your arrogance rivals that of the Sin'dorei! That racket is bothering my studies, be gone!" he said, channeling the arcane energies around the door, with a sharp gesture, the noise vanished, most likely everyone was teleported outside the tower, and deposited on the streets below them. "Now, don't think of what I'm about to do as a punishment, but more as a learning experience to broaden your horizons," Something about the tone of the Grand Magister's voice disturbed Cain. He knew his master always had unique punishments for his students, but he had been able to avoid things so far because he was his brightest student, the human out doing the Sin'dorei in magical studies. He was on the path to greatness, if not for his arrogance and lack of modesty. The young human began to chant his teleportation spells before Terroh counter-spelled him. Silenced, he looked on in defiance of his master as he smiled and charged his own powers, focusing a circle below Cain. "I'll send for you when I feel that you have learned your lessons," and with a snap of his fingers, a portal of light opened beneath the mage, and threw him through space.

The young mage found himself standing at the edge of a lake, mountains surrounding him all around. No longer silenced, he dusted himself off and began to channel open a portal to get him back home. Suddenly his magic stopped and he opened up a pouch on his waist. It was virtually empty. "Bastard, took all my runes, does his treachery know no bounds?" he said as he closed his bags. Lost and with no way home, he started walking. He felt abandoned in the wilderness, so used to the stone streets of Dalaran. He lacked the appreciation of the beauty of nature that surrounded him. Soon, after wandering around the lake, he couldn't see any paths that led anywhere, and the sun was soon setting. He felt the cold mountain air begin to set in, and he needed to set up camp. Cain lacked wilderness experience, so he walked up the largest tree he could find, and worked his arcane magics to smash the trunk into bits and watched as it fell. He split the wood into planks with a swipe of his hands, and moved the boards to form a rough hut. He surrounded the house with flattened planks, and snapped his fingers, setting them ablaze to ward off anything that might wander by. He made himself a meal of bread and fresh water, before sleeping on the hard ground.

Waking up to the sound of buzzards, Cain got up slowly, and went outside. Apparently, the fires had spread when he fell asleep last night, and burnt down half the forest, leaving his enchanted dwelling untouched. He felt something was off, but thought nothing of it, as he continued his journey to find a way home. He stopped as a cool breeze blew by him, he smelled a bit, and figured he would have to bathe soon. He looked around the forest, but the lake seemed to be black with ash, as the ground was still warm from the fires that a spread in the night. Cain felt uneasy, as he looked around, he could have sworn he felt the presence of something watching him. He shrugged, and continued to walk on. The wind changed, blowing his brown hair into his face, as he brushed it out of the way, he felt something heavy leap onto his back. Suddenly, a large cat was pinning the mage into the ground, digging his claws through his azure robes and into his skin. Cain cried out in pain as he released himself by blinking away from the cat's pounce. He turned around, to see the cat sprint towards him, and leap once more. Having exhausted his escape maneuver, he tried to out run it. He was quick, used to running away from angry mobs, but was not quicker than the sprinting feline. Soon it caught up with him, and swiped its claws, rending into the mage's side as he waved his hands, causing his form to simmer.

The cat chased again, but suddenly the mage before him vanished into thin air. He could sense him still running away, but his scent and tracks were invisible like the rest of him. The cat let out a roar as it ran in the direction he saw the mage run. Cain slipped into the realm outside of Azeroth, and wandered though the smoky plains, invisible. He held his bleeding side, but the wounds did more than bled. They stung badly, and he winced as he realized the cat's claws held magic that quickened natural infections. He lost his focus as he fell down, still bleeding, and in terrible pain. He looked back, and noticed the cat was still following him, just fifty yards away, it had lost him for a moment. He laid in the tall grasses as he swallowed out a yelp. He did his best to remain silent, but the cat found him anyways. It was the he noticed, this feline had horns as it pounced on him once more. He snapped his fingers, and the temperature around him plumited, and a ring of expanding frost came out, freezing the cat's legs in place. He picked himself up and tried to run once more, he heard the ice shatter as a Tauren stood where the cat was, his hands glowing green. Cain fell down, as he felt vines suddenly wrap around his legs, and held him in place.

His vision became blurry from pain and blood loss as he looked at the Tauren walk up to him. "How dare you, in the name of these forest, you will pay!" he said in his native tongue.

"What, what are you talking about?" Cain responded in the Tauren's language.

"You speak Tauren, wait, you're not an member of the Alliance," it was then, the large bull leaned down and turned the human over, noticing the purple eye of Dalaran embroidered on to his robes.

"A Dalarian? That explains how you can speak my language, but why did you burn down half the forest? Are you mad?"

"I'm sorry, one of my spells went wrong, I...I," he fell down limp as he finally subcome to blood loss. The druid knelt down beside the mage, and his hands began to glow once more. Calling upon the magic of nature, he closed up the wounds, but it would not be enough to save him from the all the blood he lost. He understood this mage was very young, but that was no excuse for his actions. By the crime he committed, he should have let him die right there, but he felt bad for the stranger, young, and ignorant to the world, he took pity and picked him up, and brought him to his camp.

A few days past, and Cain's breathing slowly returned to normal, as his body began to heal with the help from the druid. The Tauren left to go gather herbs, when Cain woke up inside the tent. His body was weak, and he began to sit up before coughing violently. He cleared his lungs as he lay back down. He looked around, and the noticed the desk, and flask around him. He sat up, and found his robes a few feet away, folded upon a wooden create. He stood up, and found he was naked, and warped the furs of the bed around him as he heard someone coming. He focused his mind, and gathered the little energy he could. The tauren entered the tent. Seeing the bull startled Cain, and he let his spell fly loose. The Tauren fell to the ground, and caught himself on all fours as he looked back up at Cain from the eyes of a sheep. He shifted back into Tauren form and stared at the human with a grim look. "Sorry!" Cain apologized immediately.

"You'll find your magics will do little against me, you are no battle mage," he said plainly as he sat down his bag of herbs. "I see you're feeling better."

"Ah yes, thank you for not killing me,"

"You're welcome," the bull said. By now he knew why he had made the decision to keep him alive, he was lonely, and someone else that could talk to him that wasn't an animal was good for his sanity. Then again, it was his fault that he decided to take the job of research out in the Stonetalon Mountains by himself, least someone found out his secret. Seclusions was his punishment for his secret, he told himself, but now with this mage, he was his chance at the company he longed for. All the animals ever wanted to talk about was where there was food, or if it was mating season yet. The Tauren let out a sigh, and sat next to Cain, sliding the furs off him. Cain stood up and protested against the actions before he winced in pain and laid back down.

"Hold still, I'm just checking on your wounds, you'll open them up again if you move too much."

"Ah, sorry," he said, settling down. The druid's large hands were gentle as they slid across the tender flesh, still red from the healing. The druid was no master at the healing arts, but his magic sufficed in keeping the human alive long enough to get a healing draft onto it. He applied a potion to Cain's side and watched him relax. "Ah, much better,"

"You're welcome, so what brings you to Stonetalon?" he asked as he discarded the old bandages.

"Ah, well, my teacher thought it would do me good to see the world a bit, so he stripped me of all my possessions and ported me off to the middle of nowhere,"

"Is this some punishment?" he asked, wondering if perhaps the human was not so different from him.

"Well, in a way yes, for my apparent 'arrogance', but he said I needed a lesson in respect."

"Young human, I believe your teacher was right," said the Tauren as he took a seat next to the bed.

"What would you know?" Cain said, before realizing it wasn't a polite response. "Err, how would you know about my teacher?"

"Well mage, if your teacher is truly a teacher, everything thing about him to you is a learning experience, and if he felt the need to send you out in the middle of nowhere, he would have good reason."

"Indeed, I see your point, I am magister in training, Cain,"

"I am Swiftclaw," the Tauren said proudly.

"Well, you wouldn't happen to have a rune of teleportation on you?"

"No Cain, I don't and you won't find a vendor for miles around here, you are the only other human that I've seen since I've taken up my mission in these mountains," Swiftclaw said as he stood up. "Mage, I hope you know, that if the Cenarion Circle were to hear of your actions, they would put you to death, and I would be put on trial for not killing you,"

"What, for that little fire?"

"Little fire?! You burned down half the forest!"

"Oh well, can't you use your druid magic to make it all grow back?"

"Yes, but..."

"Then I fail to see the problem,"

The Tauren wanted to punch the human in the face, his teacher was right, this mage was a very arrogant bastard, "But, it doesn't happen overnight, it will take a few years for the forest to be restored.

"Well, better start early," Cain said logically. Swiftclaw slapped the mage's sore side, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Don't you see, that if you weren't careless, there would be no need to replant the forest,"

"Oh...well, I apologize," Cain said, realizing the situation he had put the Tauren in.

"An apology won't make the woods come back,"

"Well then, what more do you want from me?" Cain asked.

"You will come with me, we must gather seeds to replant in the forest, this will be your first lesson in respect, repay what you owe," said Swiftclaw, feeling intrigued playing the role of teacher.

"Fine, if I must,"

"You will!" and the bull tossed the mage his robes and walked outside. He wondered if it were better to have let him die now.

"Well then, where to?" Cain appeared next to the bull, fully dressed.

"Up the northern path, we must gather ashwood seeds, and enchant them," said the bull, as he walked up the path, next to the human, they traveled in silence for a moment before they found a large clearing. "The ground is covered with seeds, gather the ones that shimmer in the light, we'll split up to gather them faster, be careful though, the beast here are vicious," he said before shifting into his cat form, and vanishing into the grasses. Cain sighed and walked into the woods. He found large seeds everywhere, and the ones that shimmered were spread out. He began to pick them, until he wandered close to a large wolf. The beast snarled, drawing the mage's attention. In a sprint, the beast charged, bearing his fangs. Cain drew magic from the plane of ice, and the air around his body dropped. The wolf went to bite the mage, but found himself infected with spreading cold. Its joints locked and slowed as ice grew on its fur, and it continued to try to bite the mage, but was suddenly locked in place. Cain flicked his fingers, and impaled the wolf in a lance of ice, killing it instantly, and shattering its frozen body.

He continued to gather as many seeds as he could before the sun was high in the sky. He saw a large bear, fending off a whole pack of wolves, he noticed the bear had large horns protruding from its head, and recognized it as Swiftclaw. He ran into the fray, and channeled arcane energies. Suddenly a barrage of arcane missiles rained down, and struck down all the wolves. The bear shifted back into Tauren form, and Cain watched as his cut and torn form began to glow, and his wounds sealed themselves. "Why did you not attack me before with such magics? I would say you certainly could have taken me on then."

"Well, then I was merely trying to escape, I was lost, here, you were surrounded, I had to help, not run away," he said, trying to figure out where his surge of power really came from, never before had he cast spells in such a haste to destroy so many targets without using his menagerie of area spells.

"Well I thank you," he said as the Tauren finished closing his wounds, and gave the mage a hug. Cain was put off slightly at the show of appreciation, but he hugged the Tauren back, perhaps it was how they did it in his culture. Being a scholar of Dalaran, he learned many languages to improve his skills in reading, but that didn't mean that he had picked up anything on the culture from where the words came from. Cain stepped back, and realized he was drenched in sweat, as well as the Swiftclaw. They laughed as they realized how dirty they were, and decided they had picked enough seeds, and headed back to the camp.

"We need a bath, but the lake is far off," said the bull as they dropped off the seeds and sat down near a roaring camp fire.

"Let me take care of that," Cain said as he went over to a blank patch of earth. He focused his magic, and pointed to the ground, a large explosion left a shallow creater, and he began to channel the arcane streams to produce water that filled the earth till a small, but deep pool formed, with one more clap of his hands, the area surged with a pillar of fire, and the ground became molten for a while, effectively heating the water. He smiled at his handy work, and stripped off his cloths and slid into the hot water. He gave a sigh of satisfaction as he felt the bubbling waters relax his aching muscles. He closed his eyes, till he felt the water move and rise, as the bull had slipped into the waters with him. He had not intended for the bull to join him, but he didn't have much of a choice as the size of the creator fit the human and Tauren very snuggly. The bull looked down at the human as he sat down in to the hot waters, feeling the lingering heat stir the waters around them. He let out a low growl, and sank deeper, his hoofs grazing the human's feet, as he had to adjust his legs between the Tauren's to allow enough space.

"Umm, sorry, didn't originally make this large enough for two," Cain said, as he felt the Tauren continued to stretch his legs, they were pushed up under Cain's arms now. He blushed as he found one of his hands dragging through the bull's fur, feeling actually very soft. Swiftclaw had his eyes closed as he relaxed into the hot waters provided by the mage. Cain regained control over his hand once more, and kept them to himself, but the bull shifted and mumbled.

"That feels good," he said, with eyes still closed. Cain hesitated, but eventually his hand went back to stroking the Tauren's leg, helping brush off some dirt stuck in the soft fur. The cold night's air began to blow, and Cain shivered as he had backed up to the edge of the pool, exposing much of his slim upper torso. Swifthoof opened an eye, and saw the human in the cold. He reached forward, and grabbed him, adjusting him to face the other way and sit between the bull's thick legs.

"Hey...wh...what do you think you're doing?" Cain said as his bare bottom rested on the Tauren's muscular belly, he could feel the strong abs press against him as Swifthoof sank deeper into the hot waters.

"Are you not cold? I was simply adjusting us so that we could both submerge into the water."

"Oh, well, yes, this is much better," he said. He wondered why was he blushing so much, like he had some sort of toad in his throat when it came to simple speech. The logical parts of his mind cranked to discover an answer, but came up with none to his current behavior. 'What could it be then?' he asked himself. He felt the strong hands of the druid begin to was the dirt and dried blood off of the human, and he relaxed in his grip, his train of thought fading away as the bull worked every knot of muscle out of the human's back. "Ahhh," he sighed as he sank deeper into the waters, the bubbling waves washed over him as the Tauren continued to massage the human. "So, Swiftclaw, one can only wonder why are you so far out here?" he asked, leaning back till he felt the chest of the bull touch his back.

"Well, I took up the job to guard these woods till they could fend from itself, the construction of the foul Venture company is spreading to these lands. I choose to live in seclusion, though I do miss the company occasionally, animals don't make the best conversational partners," he said, feeling the human's form begin to brush against him, his limp body was like putty in his hands. He helped wash the mage's short hair and scrubbed his chest clean. He stopped a moment as the sinking human began to brush against his sheath, his soft bottom grazed against his large sac. He quickly continued to work on washing the human, trying to ignore his peaking tip.

"That's quite a noble gesture, but why alone? I've read in druid society is not usually hermetic," he said as he tried to keep his head above the waters, but found his relaxed body reluctant to do much but float and continue to let the skillful hands work his body. The Tauren thought to himself should he reveal his secret to the human. No one else around would know, he was exiled here by his teacher, and it had no connection to his people. He continued to feel the human's body, soft, yet firm in the right places, he was fit enough, but lacked excess muscle, stereotypical mage body, weak against most others, but his power comes not from his steel, but his knowledge. The bull let out a small sigh, and told Cain his story.

"Indeed you are right, we usually work in small groups, but in a sense I exiled myself out here, because I didn't want others to find out about me,"

"About you? What do you mean, are you hiding from some crime?"

"Well, in a sense no, I have committed no crime, but in principle, and every way that matters, I have. Cain, I prefer the company of other males,"

The mages eyes opened, and he looked up at the bull, who just looked back down with stern eyes, "Oh, is that a taboo in your society?" he asked.

"Yes, it is quite a big one, and were anyone to find out, I could never go back to my home, so that's why I'm out here, to perform my druid duties as well as to keep my shame away from the others," he said.

"Well, that's a shame in itself, you deny yourself company and essentially happiness so that you have a place to call home? I can't imagine why you would do that?"

"Is it not similar in your culture?"

"Yes it is, but humans have overcome trivial matters such as this in continuation to work towards the greater good, I mean, there are more important things than you bring to your bed, right?"

"Indeed it is, it seems you have some wisdom in your young life that even an old bull like me can benefit from,"

"Old?"

"Yes, we age much slower than you, I am perhaps twice if not three times as old as you, it's been half a century since my birth, and about ten years I have spent out here."

"Ten years? By yourself?! By the gods, you must be a resilient soul to perform such a feat," he said, then he stopped as he felt some water hit his forehead. He stopped and closed his eyes, rain? No, it wasn't rain, but the tears of the bull behind him. "Swiftclaw, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way,"

"No, Cain, it's not that, you're right. It was no small feat that I have lived out here, secluded for so long, and one day you appear from nowhere, the only company I have seen in so long, that I am so happy to have met you,"

"Swift..." he said, turning to face the Tauren. The bull closed his eyes as he wept silently. Cain felt bad, he felt that he had somehow caused the bull to cry, after everything Swiftclaw had done for him. He wipped the tears from the druid's eyes, and hugged him. It was the way he remembered they showed appreciation, and he hugged the bull tight for the help that he had given to the lost and abandoned human. "Don't cry, I don't mind being in your company,"

Swiftclaw held the human tight, and pulled him higher upon his lap, he poured out years of isolation out as he embraced Cain. "Really? You do not mind me for the way that I am?"

"You are who you are," Cain simply responded as he pulled back to look the Tauren in the eyes. His large brown eyes seemed to shine in the moonlight, the bull looked back into the human's and saw the glow of the lunar light above them. Cain smiled, and Swiftclaw smiled back.

"Thank you," he said, and closed his eyes. Cain opened his mouth to say you're welcome, but could not find the words as his lips were suddenly pressed against the Tauren's.

Cain's mind froze, but his body didn't as his eyes closed, and held onto the bull's neck as he felt his lips press back into his. They held each other for a long moment as their lips stayed connected. The bull pulled back first, and looked awestruck. "Umm...is that how you say thank you?"

"Cain...I'm...I'm sorry for that, I..I...didn't mean to.." the bull started, but failed to complete his sentence as Cain pulled his head back, and kissed him again. Swiftclaw could feel his member harden fully, and press painfully into Cain's back. He was confused, and embarssed, but found himself pressing against Cain once more, as his lips opened, and his large Tauren tongue slithered into the human's smaller mouth, filling it as he tasted the mage's tongue. The mage shifted his hips as he felt the bull's maleness rub against his back. The druid held the human's head in place as they continued to kiss passionately. Till they broke the kiss, and Cain looked at Swiftclaw, with a welcoming smile.

"The waters have grown cold, let us dry off," he said as he stepped out of the water, carrying the human with him. "So...are you like me, in the fact of who we prefer to bed?"

"I guess so, I really never thought much about it though my life, my mind was always focused and dedicated to the magical studies, that it left room for little else, but since I met you, I couldn't help but be struck by illogical thoughts, and I soon realized, that they were not thoughts, but feelings."

"Oh my, I'm afraid I don't have enough cloth to dry us off," he said he walked inside the tent, remembering that he usually shook himself dry.

"I can handle that," Cain said as he clapped his hands together, and arcane energies slammed together with enough gentle force, to push off all the water on the surface of their bodies.

"My, such useful magic," the bull said as he still stood there, his member stood stiff. He watched as the mage walked back up to the bull, and pressed his body against the massive and furred frame of the Tauren. They both let out a small moan as their members collided.

"Well, magic can't do everything," Cain said as his nimble hands began to wander across the bull's muscular chest. "You have such an impressive body," he said plainly.

Swiftclaw blushed, and flexed his chest and arms for the mage. "Years of hard work show through my body, like your hard work shows through your magic."

"I'm jealous, I wonder what it would be like to have such a body, to be strong, to lift great weights with my hands, to feel the pressure, not just think about it and let it happen," Cain said as he continued to feel and rub the strong, bulging arms of the bull. He explored the larger Tauren as he stood a head higher than him, from his wide shoulders, to his broad chest, and down to his sculpted abs.

"Don't envy me, for tonight, you will have a strong body, you will have mine," he said as he pushed the human onto his bed. He spread the human's legs and rubbed himself between them as he leaned down to kiss him once more. Cain, new to the whole experience, let his natural instincts guide him. They seemed so much more active around the druid, feeling his sense move his body. His legs wrap around the bull, his hands holding the bull on top of him. His lips suckled against the druid's as he felt the large tongue dominate his mouth once more. He felt it dive deeper, passing his tongue, and pushing into his throat, causing him to swallow the slick muscle as he felt the Tauren's hot member begin to drag along his own.

The Tauren reached over to his desk, and grabbed a vial of clear liquid; he popped off the cork and dripped some over his fingers, and began to coat the viscous liquid over his thick bull cock and some over the human's virgin hole. Cain gasped as the bull slipped one of his thick digits into his tight hole, spreading it more as he thoroughly coated the area and inside with the slick oil. Cain soon started to moan as he felt the bull pump his finger, stretching his hole out for the thicker girth that was to come.

Cain continued to suckle and moan around the invading tongue lodged in his throat. "Mmmphhh," the human moaned though the tongue. He slowly ground against the bull's soft belly fur that hid his firm abs. He ground into the valleys between the bull's muscles, as the thick finger continued to wiggle and work up his entrance. The druid slipped his finger out quickly, and pressed his tapered tip against Cain's slightly opened hole, poking the tip in a bit to keep his entrance from shutting. The bull groaned with pleasure as he began to lean into Cain, sinking his thick Tauren member into the human beneath him. He grunted with pleasure as he felt the still very tight hole stretch and squeezed as he continued to feed it his slick cock.

Cain winced, and breathed hard as he felt like he was being torn in half. Slowly his body began to adjust to the new girth lodged within him, and it became easier as the Tauren slowly finished hilting him. Once Swiftclaw finished sheathing his cock inside the human, he lifted Cain and set him firmly into his lap, impaled on his throbbing member. He pulled off his kiss, allowing Cain to breathe easy once more. His first gasp of air exited back out as a long moan as his body's pain subsided into pleasure at his new fullness. His abdomen a swell a little with the Tauren's mass inside him. He shifted his hips, feeling the cock stimulating something that sent a shocking sensation through his body. Once Cain had adjusted, Swiftclaw placed a palm around each cheek and lifted the human by his rump, and began to pump his hips slowly, the slick member eased out and slipped back into the well slickened hole.

Swiftclaw let out a soft moan that started as a moo as he began to pump the human up and down his bullhood. Cain hugged the Tauren tightly as he moaned to the paces of his humping, the pull leaned back as he held Cain to his strong chest, and continued to rock the human on his body. Cain planted soft kisses to the bull as he continued to pump his hole, his pace getting faster. He let out a deep moan as his own cock rubbed harder against the bull's belly. "Ohhhh, Swiftclaw, you feel so...so good," he said finding no other words to describe his experience. The bull only shut his eyes tight as he told himself that the human was a small and fragile thing. He pulled to the side, and gently rolled Cain on to his back as he continued to work his hips. He grunted as he began to thrust his member harder into the mage. His body rocking as the Tauren's began to rut him, in his years of pent up stress, aching to be released. Cain's body relaxed, and submitted itself to the Tauren as he began to work his need out of his body.

Swiftclaw let go of the last grip of control that he held tightly to, and began to mate Cain with full on lust. His years of isolation built up his dire need to release, and Cain winced as the pounding began to sting slightly, but with each plowing blow into his ass, more pleasure seemed to come and drown out is body. Cain was the first to go as the sensation was too much, and began to shoot his human cum onto the bull who held on to Cain tight as he ground his body desperately into the human. Another moment, Swiftclaw's hips gave one last, desperate thrust and pushed as far as he could into Cain as his swollen balls began to contract and released years of pent up need out into the human. The force was so great as Cain could feel the spray of seed inside him push out. He moaned as he felt the hot torrent of seed begin to fill up inside him. Some pressure built up till it dispersed some deeper inside, and some around the bull's member, leaking to the silken sac that hung below. The druid panted hard as he felt as his member would not stop pumping. Cain had shut his eyes and breathed hard as he felt a overwhelming sense of fullness, and his spent mind and body began to pass away from the waking world.

Swiftclaw looked down on the human below him. Such a fragile and innocent thing compared to the bull. He cupped Cain's cheek and kissed him once more as he turned and rolled over, relieving Cain of his weight. The human still lodged firmly with bull's member, leaking out his seed onto his new mate, began to hug the bull once more, happy that he had the body he once dreamed of. The druid believed Cain had learned his lesson in respect for nature, and respect for others, hopefully his arrogance will have dropped a little and his level of humbleness will have gone up. He believed that this mage would turn into a fine magister some day, and he knew he would be there for that fateful day.