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"Prisoner of Warcraft"

The sun was going down; the night sky filtering in slowly, as Genn Greymane walked along the street toward the Stockade. It had been nearly ten days since the arrival of a strange creature found only a mile outside of Stormwind's walls. The man was bearish in his features, thick, and fit under that heavy black coat he wore; silver hair flicking past his dark blue eyes, observing the guards of the city, who watched him pass.

He was a legend in Stormwind; the direct advisor to the king, a captain of the Gilnean guard with a long history as a warrior under his belt. But even he could get no answers from the stranger. He paused as he came to the end of the bridge, watching as the last sliver of the sun reached the horizon, and then proceeding into the prison. The cold air of the dungeon swept across his feet as the guards opened the door for him, letting out the stench of prisoners to a grimacing glare. The Stockades were nearly emptied at the moment, only a few of the most diabolical prisoners that they'd been able to take in still lived in these halls. He descended the stairs and turned right down the hall, being greeted by two of his guards; massive Worgen who nearly blocked the doorway off completely.

"Has our guest awakened?" Genn asked, adjusting the cuff of his coat slightly.

"No, sire." One of the guards said.

"Should be awake anytime now though, I suspect."

"Good." Genn said, glancing at them. "Leave me." He said.

The two guards looked at one another. "A-are you sure sir? This creature could be dangerous--"

"He has not been a threat as of yet, and I do not intend to show malcontent toward him by having security guards looming about to show him we don't trust him. I will call if I need you. Now go."

The two looked at one another again; then, as if mentally judging it wouldn't be wise to be asked again, they left, closing the large steel door behind Greymane as he stepped in.

The creature was encased in stone; a curious condition that appeared to happen only during the sunlight hours. He called it 'sleep' but it was nothing of the sort that Genn had been aware of before. He had witnessed gargoyle-like creatures before; but these were permanently encased in living stone, this one became flesh and blood whenever the sun went down. Genn drew out a pocket watch and with the press of a button it popped open. The sun would be behind the horizon any second now.

As if on cue; a crack split across the creature's chest, shooting across with the loud splitting noise of stone that echoed through the room. The cracks quickly spread until they encompassed a good portion of the shell, and it began moving. The eyelets blinked and illuminated a fiery white color. The arms lunched forward and with a beastial roar that exploded through the cell, the gargoyle cast off his shell with a mighty bellow, revealing the beast underneath.

He was an older creature, white hair, one scarred eye. He was called Hudson; or that was what he named himself. As his yawn ended, he blinked and looked at the Gilnean and after a pause, stroked his beard thoughtfully.

"So, Greymane. It seems you have been coming earlier and earlier, have ye?" He asked.

The gargoyle's accent was strange, almost reminiscent of a Dwarven dialect, but when asked about it, Hudson had no clue what a dwarf was. He was a muscular gargoyle with a rather stocky build. Not in the best shape of his life, but for his age, he was in an excellent condition. He'd stated being over one-thousand years old; give or take one hundred, fifty years for his natural state. He was sharp-witted and intelligent, and it was perhaps that intelligence that captivated Genn the most. Never had he seen such a creature.

"Well, let's just say that you piqued my interest when you first arrived here, Hudson." He answered. "I find your nature... fascinating."

"Aye... many do." He said. "'Course where I come from, many would find your nature interestin' lad."

Genn chuckled. "And what is my nature."

Hudson gestured to the cell. "Well, you're one of them Worgens aren't ya?" He asked, earning a look of surprise from the man. He'd never revealed his other form to the gargoyle, how would he have known--the smirk on Hudson's face told him that he'd just informed him exactly what he needed to know. He chuckled confidently. "Thought ya might've been."

"You are astute." Genn said. "How long have you suspected it?"

"A few nights now. Listen, Genn. I'm an old man, I don't care much for bein' locked up for no reason. When d'ya think I can speak to this King Anduin about being released?"

"Being the king's advisor, I am responsible for insuring that the king and his kingdom are safe from all manner of threats; though you bear the claim of peace, I've had to launch an extensive search into your story. It would seem that...at least on Azeroth, you are the only one of your kind. I have arranged to have the king meet with you tomorrow, to discuss the terms of your release."

"And my return home?"

Genn sighed a bit. "The mages of the Alliance have been working tirelessly on not only how you ended up on this world, but how to return you to this... Manhattan you spoke of. So far they have found no answers to either."

With a growl, Hudson crossed his arms in frustration. Genn raised a familiar sword he had brought into the cell with him, that returned his interest to the man. "This is some of the finest craftsmanship I have seen in a sword. I assume you are proficient with it."

Hudson grinned, his tail flicking with his response: "Ye could say that."

The moon was high by the time Genn and Hudson made their way toward the road leading to Lion's Rest. The streets had been somewhat deserted and Hudson walked behind the human, who rested a rapier over his shoulder, the shimmer of the gargoyle's own sword hanging off his hip shining in the silver glow of the night.

"It has been a while since I've had a decent sword fight, and I figure those old bones of yours could use some exercise." Genn said as he tossed Hudson's weapon to him. Hudson chuckled as he caught the blade and flicked it over in his hand.

"At least I'm not the old dog here, lad." He said with a smirk. "But I accept."

As they reached the end of the road, Genn swung around without warning and made a swift strike toward Hudson's head. Hudson deflected the blade and pushed him back. "Bahh! Dirty pool!" He exclaimed.

"I just wanted to test your reflexes." Genn said with a wink and his smile broadened. The two men then charged at one another.

Hudson swung his sword back and Genn moved to deflect, but the gargoyle thrust his wings downward and enabled a rather agile leap over the man's head. Their blades met again as they each tried to muscle the other one out. "Ya can't win, laddie." He taunted. "My blade's bigger."

"I would have thought you learned in your years of experience, that sometimes the size of the weapon doesn't make it better!" He tapped his blade against Hudson's; a resounding ring filled the courtyard as the man's forcible blow knocked Hudson back. He gasped in surprise as he felt the rapier slide across his back, slicing across Hudson's loincloth, sending it to the ground in two; the trousers he wore were fully intact however, making the cloth more of a decoration than anything else. He turned around.

"Course it helps to have the strength of one of these Worgen beasts on your side." Hudson responded. "Ya give a false impression of a man's body. Why not unleash a bit? Show me a real beastie." He grinned

"Oh, you would probably like that."

"Aye."

Hudson didn't give Genn a moment to respond, he charged in with his sword, a resounding growl echoing through the empty streets as a flash of silver saw him charging one way, then quickly move another. The gargoyle used his wings again to his advantage and let out a mighty roar as; with a quick slice, he managed to slash a clean horizontal line straight from breast to breast of Genn's coat. His chest now exposed to the night air as he turned around. "Have at me, beast."

"If that is what you want..." Genn said, his voice garbling to the depths of a growl as he removed his jacket, revealing his bare chest beneath it. He dropped the coat to the ground and stood upright; in almost a flash, white fur rippled across Greymane's body, his thick figure expanding out more as he grew in size and in height. The white fur growing, becoming layered with silver colors. His snout shot out, his eyes flashing a golden color as the beast glared at him; Hudson grinned in response.

"That's it." He said coolly.

The worgen leaped toward Hudson, his rapier swishing through the night air as he slammed into the gargoyle's body. Hudson grunted under the beast's weight and deflected the sword again, causing the two to separate. Greymane crossed his arms, swiping with the sword on the right and his large clawed left hand at once. They tattered Hudson's jerkin and he jumped into the air; clamping his claws on Genn's chest, he kicked himself off hard, knocking the werewolf backwards. He snorted as he came to a stop. "Come now, old monster. Can't you fight claw to claw?" The worgen growled.

"Aye... that'll be good." Hudson answered before running in again.

For a few minutes, their exchanges were a series of clashes and pushing apart. Hudson was sweating under the heated battle; he'd not been up against a foe who lasted such a long time against his blade, and with each pass; each of their clothes grew more and more tattered, until the fabrics were barely hanging on. Their large forms collided again and again and it took a long time before Hudson was thrown against a large stone pillar, the worgen's heavy-set arms on either side of his head, scratches of claws against the stone sending sparks flying as their torsos met; both hot and sweating.

The kiss was completely unexpected; Genn's massive maw tangling itself against Hudson's mouth, causing him to drop his sword and grasp the beast around the waist. It was a moment of pure lustful bliss. Hudson's claws made short work of Genn's remaining trousers, sending them to the ground as he took hold of the man's hips, Genn's thick arousal prominently pressing against the gargoyle's stomach. The two were almost similar in height, but the worgen had nearly a six inch advantage. Genn growled and shuddered as their lips came apart. "Wh-what are we doing?" He asked. "This isn't right."

Hudson was breathing hard, his trousers tight with his erection. "You're right lad." He said as he flicked at the seam of his pants, loosening it enough to slide back, his member springing out into the night air. He bent to drag them down his legs, allowing the worgen cock to slide wetly against his face and beard. He wasn't even all the way down to his knees before he grasped the base and aimed it into his mouth. It was a salty mess, precum flowing like water before it surged with the introduction of Hudson's mouth. The beast howled passionately at the feeling and bucked his hips forward, driving his shaft further in, nearly causing the gargoyle to choke on its girth. Hudson swallowed the flesh and moaned as he leaned into it, immediately to be thrust back against the pillar as the beast's instincts took hold. Hudson nearly staggered off his feet as he kicked his trousers away, grabbing Genn's balls as if to stabilize himself in the lewdest way possible. His other claw wrapped around Genn's thigh, he could feel the muscle in it tense up with every lunge, and a wet sloppy sound filled his ears, the worgen's large claws moving down to grasp the gargoyle's head in order to thrust with more vigor was making Hudson anticipate his release. He moved a claw from Genn's balls and began to stroke himself, feeling his hand get soaked by his own precum drip.

His eyes looked up and he could see Greymane's muzzle sillouhetted against the moonlight above; his large chest expanding and depressing rapidly as his gut continually pushed in between them. It had been quite some time since Hudson had tasted the seed of another male; the bitter-sweetness of it brought back many memories, the smell of the worgen's musk kept him focused on the present and the need to be filled was rising fast. His lips twisted as they reached the hilt of Genn's cock and his own instincts began to take over. Hudson's eyes grew white with the fire of his passion and in an instant he was back on his feet. He wasn't sure exactly how it happened, but it was enough to throw Genn off. With a deft throw, Hudson slammed Genn to the pavement, then straddled his hips. He could feel the man's cock pressed against his backside, the tip poised against the ring of his ass as he firmed his weight down on the man. He grinned, but was rather wordless at the moment as his hands pinned down the worgen's arms and he eased back against the flesh, his own shaft arched upward toward his stomach, leaking the familiar white fluid down onto the worgen's bare stomach and chest.

The penetration was the toughest part, Hudson didn't give Genn much room to adjust. Lust driving him, the need to breed was so primal that he couldn't resist it. He howled into the night air and was joined by Genn's grunts as he thrust himself upward. Hudson used the thrust to bounce a bit and he drove himself down onto the cock entirely, burying the dog's bone within him. Hudson's legs were sturdy and strong and provided plenty of driving force to lift himself up and come down again, his feet giving the worgen very little room to wiggle. Hudson's cock slapped onto Genn's torso, splashing a bit of precum with each touchdown he made. The gargoyle's tail swishing around behind him curled under Genn's leg and provided even more pull against the beast's cock as he rode the worgen even harder now. Hudson shifted his hands back, clawing wildly at the worgen's chest as he sat up some, driving himself down vertically. The need to be filled was rising and he could hear the worgen's growls grow more and more intense as he grinded himself harder against the flesh. He drove it in deeper and deeper until he was coming down hard on the hilt, he could feel it pulsing under him, Hudson's precum spitting randomly across the beast's chest, his claws massaging it into his flesh. Down hard, lift down hard, feeling his flesh slap against that hard stomach again and again was maddening, it was bringing Hudson so close to climax that it was everything in him to just not explode all over Genn's face now. He felt the cock penetrating him, he felt it go so deep that it was as if their flesh was all one pile of muscle, a bit of flab and flesh.

Genn howled, his entire body trembling as every muscle tensed up. He rolled his head across his neck as an intense throbbing could be felt within Hudson's ass; a flood of heat quickly followed as Genn's seed filled Hudson's ass with deep pulses of his fluid. Hudson inhaled and exhaled sharply, feeling it, he could smell the worgen's sex fill the air around him, driving him wild as he threw his body down against it once more before his roar filled the night sky, joining the chorus of Genn's howls. Ropes of cum shot across Genn's already-white-furred body and some even slapped across his muzzle, leaving the viscous fluid hanging from the worgen's muzzle and lips. Hudson's eyes grew so intense for a moment, it was as if daylight had already come across them; and then he partly collpased onto the worgen, his wings drawing over the two of their bodies like a cocoon as they then fell still, face-to-face. Their heavy breathing quickly heating up the cocoon as Hudson kissed Genn once more. Albeit more briefly before the worgen curled a furry arm around him and both of them rolled to one side.

"That...was not expected." Genn said between breaths. "It would seem you are full of surprises, Hudson."

Hudson chuckled. "Aye. I've been told that before." He said before pulling the worgen's muzzle in and licking his own cum off the man. Genn simply grinned.

"Stranger from a strange land, come in and give me a run for my money. Are you sure you must leave us?"

Hudson smiled. "If only we were part of the same world, Genn. But I've got my clan to get back to. You could come with me, if ya like?"

"I have my own duties here." Genn replied. "Though I must admit, it is a tempting prospect."

"Hmm..." Hudson mused as Genn turned him over even more until he was on his back, glaring at the beast who then transformed back into the man. His weight still pretty heavy on his body. "Then perhaps until they've come up with a plan to send me home, we can find other ways of occupying ourselves?" He combed a finger through Genn's hair.

Genn chuckled this time. "Perhaps. But for now, I am exhausted and we must meet with the king in the morning. Let us take you back to the Stockade. At least for the night."

"Well, I s'ppose if you keep me company, I'll be able to live with that for the night."

"Until sunset, Hudson." Genn winked.

"Aye. Until sunset then, Genn Greymane."

THE END