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This chapter is loosely based on the Cataclysm quest for Alliance players called "My Son, the Prince," in which ally players have to escort Anduin around Stormwind before the Twilight Highlands questline. This chapter is a play off of that quest with a female worgen character. I hope you enjoy!

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This looked like it was going to be a long day. Anduin sighed and rubbed his hands together in his boredom as, beside him, his father, King Varian Wrynn, was in talks with several retainers and councilors. Among them was King Genn Greymane, the displaced monarch of Gilneas, who was in the process of discussing troop movement with the king of Stormwind. Anduin had to admit that ever since the debacle at Darnassus, Greymane and his father had been able to work out many of their differences and finally work toward a steady alliance.

The Stormwind throne room was bustling that day in preparation for the planned invasion of the Twilight Highlands to the northeast. The region had become one the base of operations for the Twilight's Hammer, the devout servants of the dragon Deathwing. Between them and the Alliance's old enemies, the Dragonmaw Clan, being present there, Varian and his councilors were in agreement that a coordinated strike was necessary on the highlands.

Unfortunately for Varian, affairs of state had to continue even despite invasion preparations being underway. Petitioners continued to fill his court with provincial matters throughout the day, and the human prince could tell that it was taking a toll on his father. It was certainly taking a toll on himself as well.

Finally, the latest petitioner bowed and stepped away, giving the king a brief few moments of respite before the next petitioner came in with a request. Varian turned to Greymane, huffing.

"Now that we finally have some time to collect ourselves, I think it would be wise to oversee the invasion force before it departs. We have to ensure that ships are fully crewed and stocked with supplies, horses need to be fed, soldiers need to be armed..."

Greymane nodded as Varian went on. "Aye," the gruff, elder man said. "Important as it is, King Varian, your war council is waitin' in the next chamber. There is the matter to discuss regarding Southshore. Though this invasion of the Twilight Highlands is of the utmost importance, we can't ignore the Forsaken breathing down our necks to the north."

Varian grimaced. "I understand that, Genn, but someone needs to make sure that the fleet is ready to leave without complication..."

Anduin perked up, looking up at his father. A smile crept across his face as he finally saw an opportunity to get out of the confining Keep for a while to get some fresh air.

"Surely one of your councilors can-

"I can," Anduin said suddenly, nodding at both of the monarchs. Anduin could tell that Greymane nodded, seeming to agree with the arrangement. His father, on the other hand, was hesitant, as expected.

"Anduin, I don't think that that is such a good idea."

The teenager stood firm. "You said it yourself, father; someone needs to make sure the fleet is prepared. I am more than capable of doing that. Go meet with your war council and I will take care of this. Please."

Varian looked at his son and he could tell that Anduin both wanted to prove himself and get out of Stormwind Keep for a while. He finally nodded in acceptance, looking at Greymane.

"Great burdens have been placed on my son's shoulders in his short lifetime, and I fear his responsibilities are only going to grow. He will never learn leadership confined to the keep, but I am loathe to send him forth without escort."

Varian glanced about the chamber for several of his royal guards to call upon to do the duty of escorting Anduin. Greymane, on the other hand, seemed to have already taken care of that. As Anduin saw, he made a motion of his hand to the left, where several of his own Gilnean retainers were stationed in wait. One of them shuffled forward from the bunch at their king's beck and call and humbly bowed down before both the two kings and the young prince.

Anduin looked at her with curiosity. Unlike Greymane, who was currently wearing his human form so as to look presentable and less intimidating to the petitioners who had filed into the throne room throughout the day, this particular...woman was in worgen form. Dusky brown fur coated her entire body - a clear giveaway of her race. She had a lithe build by nature, much like himself, but her body was also athletic, firm, and muscled, likely from years of fighting and hardship. However, while other worgen that Anduin had encountered looked downright bestial, wild at first glance, this female worgen had calm demeanor and looked very disciplined. Aside from that, the worgen was clearly a warrior; she wore a chainmail armor jerkin and she had two swords sheathed at her sides and a blunderbuss holstered upon her back.

"I'll send one of my own to protect your son. She'll defend him with her life, King Varian," Greymane said.

The female worgen bowed again. "Sheila Humphries," she said, before addressing Anduin specifically. "You're safe with me, Prince Anduin. So, should we quit gabbin' and get goin' then?"

Anduin grinned at that. Alright, maybe not _that_disciplined.

Varian still looked uncertain, to say the least. "Genn, I appreciate the offer, and I am sure that your guardswoman is more than capable, but I would feel more comfortable with one of my own escorting him-

Anduin turned to him. "Father," he hissed, glancing to the nearby worgen and Gilneans.

Varian met his gaze and he understood. Though Stormwind and Gilneas had been working out their differences, many humans still saw the worgen as nothing more than animals fit only for manual labor. Some even still shunned the notion of accepting them into the Alliance at all, claiming that Varian would have been better off just leaving them to get slaughtered by Sylvanas and the Forsaken during the invasion. There was still a great deal of animosity that lingered between the two nations since the Second War, and Anduin felt that giving the worgen equal respect and opportunity as allies, even in small capacities, would go a long way.

Varian finally relented under his son's gaze and sighed. "Very well." He gazed at Sheila. "My lady, I am trusting you to keep my son, the prince, safe. Escort him to the docks as he visits the men coordinating the invasion efforts, and then bring him back to the Keep. Don't try to be a hero; if you run into anything unexpected, you bring him back straight away. Understood?"

The worgen woman nodded her muzzle at him. "Loud n' clear, King Varian."

"And Anduin," Varian said, looking at his son with a raised eyebrow. "No adventures."

Anduin nodded, stifling a grin. Varian waved them off and Anduin turned from the throne room with his worgan escort in tow. After a short walk, the two were out of the confines of Stormwind Keep and were making their way down to the docks.

The canal district was bustling this morning, with vendors setting up their carts along the road and profit off of the preparation for the invasion. Many passersbys' eyes lit up when they saw their crown prince walking along the street, and then they became even more surprised from who was escorting him.

Anduin glanced at his worgen companion. Sheila's tapered ears flicked back and forth of their own accord and she was attentively scanning their surroundings, even vigilant. Despite her candid demeanor when she'd first addressed him, Anduin's earlier instincts about her discipline were not unfounded; he could tell that she was a trained soldier, through and through.

"So...I just wanted to thank you again for coming with me, Lady Humphries. You have no idea how cooped up I felt in that throne room," Anduin said.

She looked at him, and Anduin noticed for the first time how beautiful her green eyes were; how expressive. In truth, warrior or no warrior, she was quite fetching, the young prince had to admit. Many humans were made uncomfortable by the worgen and saw them only as animals. True enough, there was a clear bestial side to worgen; they had heightened senses, they could run on all fours for quick travel if they so chose it, and so on. But the worgen were allies now, and were sentient people capable of thinking, logic, emotion. And physically, they had wolfish maws, sharp teeth, and fur, but human qualities were still there as well; Anduin gulped, only having to look at the feminine swells beneath her chainmail armor to know that that was true.

"Ah, don't you mention it, Blondie," Sheila said in her no-nonsense voice and her vibrant, twangy Gilnean accent. "I was one of the household guards for Prince Liam Greymane, so I know how boring court life can get for a young prince."

Sheila, after saying this, took on a sorrowful demeanor for a few brief moments, and Anduin understood why. He reached out and hand as they walked and gripped her shoulder empathetically.

"I'm sorry, Sheila. I know that Prince Liam was very brave, sacrificing himself for his father like that. His death was not your fault though," Anduin said.

She nodded. "Aye, King Greymane told me the same. But still, I can't help but feel that had I been there, by his side, I mighta blown a hole in that banshee queen's fackin face before she could put the arrow into Liam," she said, clenching her furred fist around the hilt of her blunderbuss as emotion welled up in her. She then softened. "But I can't do that now. Can't go back. All I can do is protect you," she said, looking over at him with a smile across her brown wolfish muzzle.

Anduin nodded and smiled back. From that point on, their walk toward the docks was a pleasant one. Sheila rarely ever averted her gaze from the road in front of them, and remained wary the whole time, but she still kept up friendly conversation with him. He talked about his time away from Stormwind, visiting his "uncle" Magni in Ironforge (omitting the recent tragedy that had befallen Ironforge), his time ruling as King-Regent during his father's absence those years ago, and so on.

Eventually, Sheila steered the conversation toward girls, and Anduin blushed.

"You fancy any o' them pretty highborn girls at court?" she asked with a smirk.

Anduin thought back, remembering the time that he had flirted, briefly, with that girl his age during his studies that one day. That occurrence had prompted him going to his "aunt" Jaina for advice and...firsthand education on being intimate with girls. He decided that that was a slippery slope and it was best to keep those details to himself.

"A few," he said, shrugging. "I don't really have time for such things though. I don't anticipate I'll be married to a woman for a few more years." He hoped that his worgen protector would buy his bluff.

Sheila chucked a bit, and Anduin found that even her laugh, if a bit gravely, was attractive as well. "Folk can be intimate with each other and not be married. Didn't you know that, Blondie?"

Anduin rolled his eyes at the new nickname that she'd given him. Truth be told, others had used the nickname before, including Aerin and other dwarves as well.

He looked at her and saw that she had taken the time to look away from the path in front of her for once and was peering at him very closely, looking at him up and down. Anduin suddenly felt very vulnerable under that emerald gaze.

She turned and looked in front of her, licking her lips. She was silent for a few moments and then a surprising set of words just came tumbling out of her mouth.

"You lose your cherry yet?" the worgen casually asked.

Anduin sputtered at that brazen inquiry and looked at her. "Huh?" he asked.

She shrugged candidly. "Ah, you know, have you ever tangled in the sheets with anyone? You just got done telling me all about the adventures you've been having outside a' Stormwind and these ladies you been meeting. You're telling me a handsome lad such as yourself aint been intimate with any o' them? If those girls and ladyfolk aint all over you, I don't know what's wrong with them."

By the Light, this woman was forward!

Anduin paused and reflected on all the females he'd lain with in some capacity since his first encounter Jaina over a year ago. Aerin, Elyna, Araani, even the Sentinel General Shandris Feathermoon. He cared about all of them equally, and hoped to be able to see all of them again at some point once all of this terrible business with the Cataclysm was over. But still, he didn't want to share all of these details with Sheila or make her think that he was some kind of deviant or lecher.

Sheila scratched her chin. "Alright then, cheeky prince, keep your secrets. But just so you know," she said, looking at him again with a smirk, "if I was a member o' your household guard, well, who knows?"

Anduin was in disbelief. Had she just admitted that she was attracted to him and wanted to lay with him?! His confidence had certainly taken great leaps this past year since, well, Jaina, but even this proclamation took him off guard. He blushed and said nothing, contemplating.

Sheila, seeing this, smacked herself on the side of the head, her ears twitching with her embarrassment. "Ah, bloody hell. There goes my mouth again."

She rubbed the back of her neck, holding her blunderbuss in the other hand. Anduin looked at her with curiosity, and for the first time noticed that she rubbed her knees together in a way that expressed discomfort. Perhaps he should have noticed, despite her casual and confident persona, that she had been doing that periodically as they'd been walking through the city.

"Are you alright, milady?" Anduin asked her, concerned.

She laughed it off. "Please, call me Sheila, Blondie. I aint no 'milady.' And I'm alright, it's just..." For the first time since their interplay, she looked embarrassed for some reason. "Ah, this is awkward, but I've got the heat on me right now, okay?"

Anduin's eyebrow rose. "The...heat?" he repeated.

They sidestepped a group of night elf and draenei visitors, with Sheila looking at them sheepishly as they passed. "Aye. Not something I'm proud to admit. But, every now and then, I get the heat, you see, and I get urges, you know? Urges to breed, I mean. One of the downsides of the worgen curse," she explained.

Anduin's eyes lit up, but he turned aside, not wanting her to see him gaping like a fool. "Oh," he replied. He reasoned that perhaps that was the reason that she had been so open with him sexually. Part of him was relieved yet another part of him was disappointed that maybe she'd only suggested the notion of wanting to mate with him because of her current condition. In any case, he didn't want to make his opinion on the matter known one way or another; likely she felt ashamed of it enough as it was and didn't want to be compared to a rutting beast because of it.

"In any case, it ain't no excuse for me talkin to you the way I been. You're the Prince o' Stormwind after all, and I need to hold my tongue a bit," she said.

Anduin shook his head. "It's alright, I understand. You can be as...open with me as you want," he said with a lighthearted smile.

Sheila smiled and nodded. "Well alright then. Good to know."

They continued along at a brisk pace and soon came to the Stormwind Docks. Anduin and Sheila both gaped in awe at the sheer magnitude of the Alliance fleet that was docked in the bay and the soldiers, mariners, and dockworkers who scurried about across the docks, preparing the ships for departure later that afternoon for the trip to the Twilight Highlands.

Anduin approached the various workers and finally the harbormaster, praising them for their hard work. They all seemed to appreciate his presence there, and worked a little faster and harder just to please him; it was rare that their prince came to see them and their output seemed to increase with him being there. Sheila meanwhile held back and kept guard, eyeing each person at the dock who passed by the prince suspiciously. Anduin and Sheila spent the better part of an hour among the dockworkers, helping the men out and even delivering parts from place to place for them to finish their construction work on one of the newly constructed ships.

When they were finished, Anduin made his way over to the farmsteads not far from the docks. As per his father's orders, Anduin wanted to check to make sure that there was enough food to be allocated to the troops who would soon be leaving with the fleet. They came upon Farmer Wollerton, the man coordinating the food efforts for the troops. Immediately he began babbling about some of his livestock having gone missing.

"I normally just let the cows graze north of the house here. Occasionally one gets spirited away. Leaves a trail of gore. Who would do such a thing? I'm afraid to follow that trail myself... something sick is happening in Stormwind!" Wollerton said to both the prince and to Sheila.

Sheila, with her heightened senses, found the source of the disappearance - a trail of blood and gore leading from the area where the cows grazed. Anduin could tell that Sheila was initially put off by the idea of deviating from their original plan. After all, Varian had let them leave to see to fleet preparations, but clearly they were investigating something else entirely - something that involved foul play.

The worgen woman readied her blunderbuss until she finally found the scent again. She pulled aside a bush and she and Anduin stepped into the clearing to see an occult ritual circle, where the remains of one of Wollerton's cows resided. The entire midsection and legs were severed and piled up in the center of the circle and candles surrounded it.

Anduin immediately perked up, feeling the presence of dark magic about. His time training both under the priests of Stormwind and with the Prophet Velen had given him ample skill in using holy magic. As such, he could readily detect dark magic when it was near.

Sheila growled in an animalistic sort of way and turned toward Anduin. "Something foul's going on here. I think we ought to-

Behind her, Anduin saw a man with a black hood unsheathe a dagger and lunge from the bushes. He gasped.

"Look out!" he shouted.

Sheila spun at once, lining up the assailant in her sights and fired her blunderbuss before the dagger came near her. The shell pierced his neck and blood splattered about. The assassin fell into the middle of the ritual circle atop the cow carcass.

Two more assassins came charging at the two of them. One lunged at Anduin, and he quickly dodged, avoiding a narrow jab. The next jab would have pierced his abdomen, but he quickly summoned to Light to protect him. The dagger jabbed at him, but was deflected by the aura of light that surrounded him.

Sheila meanwhile found another assassin. She did not have enough time to reload her blunderbuss in close quarters, so she deflected a slash from the man's dagger and then struck the man across the jaw with the butt of her gun, snarling as she did. The man's jaw cracked and he fell back, dead.

Anduin gasped as the final assassin caught him off guard, wrapping a hand around his throat and bringing the dagger to his neck. He did not kill Anduin just yet, but kept the blade against his throat. Sheila looked over and glowered at the man, pointing her reloaded blunderbuss at him.

"Let him go, swine!"

The Twilight's Hammer cultist chuckled. "I don't think I will," he said with a deep voice. "Reckless for King Varian to let his son leave the Keep. Oh how Deathwing will reward me for killing the Prince of Stormwind!"

Sheila tightened her grip on her gun as the man tightened his grip on Anduin's throat. Anduin coughed and struggled.

"You lay another finger on him, and I'll tear out your guts and feed them to you!" Sheila snarled.

The cultist laughed again and Anduin felt the blade superficially dig into his throat. He began to summon the light, to feel it flow over his form and empower him.

"Maybe you can eat what's left of him after I leave him for you, you mangy animal-

Sheila met Anduin's gaze and nodded. Anduin, with the flick of a finger, protected himself with a holy barrier. Sheila aimed her blunderbuss and fired, hitting the man square in the head with her shell. Blood splattered onto the ground, but Anduin was protected both from it and the shell burst that Sheila had fired in his direction, thanks to his holy shield.

Anduin dispersed the shield and looked down at the dead cultist. The man's head was a burnt and bloody mess from where Sheila had hit him. He grimaced and stepped away from the corpses, rubbing his neck.

"Crowley's mane! You alright?!" she asked him with concern. She put her hands on his shoulders and her chest rose and fell in front of him. Though it should have been the last thing on his mind, he found her covered breasts occupying his gaze nearly at eye level.

Anduin shook his head and nodded. "I'm fine, thanks to you." Though adrenaline was still coursing through him, he smiled to lighten the mood. "I wish you were a part of my household guard."

He looked back at the corpses of the cultists and shook his head. "Do me a favor though and don't tell my father about this. He would never let me leave the Keep if he knew that there was an attempt on my life," he said with a slight laugh.

She smiled and Anduin suddenly realized that she was rubbing his back. "My lips are sealed, Blondie."

The two left the area to begin heading back to Stormwind Keep. Anduin and his protector were quiet for a while, but toward the end of their trek they began to casually chat once again, as if the assassination attempt had never occurred.

Anduin, from time to time, looked at Sheila and saw that she had seemed...tense ever since the incident. From what he knew about worgen, they could become quite tense when agitated or when their blood was running hot. Her adrenaline, combined with the fact that her heat was still in full swing, likely put her more on edge than usual, Anduin reasoned.

Another thing that he noticed too was that Sheila, though quieter than she was this morning, was staring at him a lot more. Sure, she felt protective of him because of the duty that his father and King Greymane had given her, but her watchful gazes clearly went beyond that. The young prince could practically feel her unpeeling layer after layer of his clothing with her gaze. She licked her lips every now and then, and rubbed the tuft of fur just at the neckline of her jerkin. Before long, she didn't seem to even care that Anduin took notice of it. She began brazenly ogling him and did not appear to feel ashamed about it.

Anduin contemplated this as they came upon the entrance to the Keep. Having the vivacious worgen woman staring at him like a piece of meat was disconcerting initially, but for some reason it now began to give him a thrill. It was obvious to him that part of the reason for her attentions was her urges, but he could tell that she was genuinely attracted to him as a person as well. The way she looked at him, the way she laughed at his jokes and called him "Blondie" in such an endearing way, and the way she'd been the first to volunteer to escort him when Greymane had called upon his guardsmen. This knowledge alone was enough to give Anduin a boost of confidence; this woman was older than him by six or seven years and was about half a foot taller than him, but her attraction to him was clear and palpable nonetheless.

The teenaged prince decided that he didn't want to part from this female's company just yet. He wanted to spend more time with her and personally thank her for saving his life in a meaningful way, besides his father simply giving her a few gold pieces and sending her on her way.

The whole way up to the throne room, Sheila walked in front of him, ignoring the dubious stares of the Stormwind royal guardsmen. Anduin, walking plainly behind her, couldn't help but admire her rear as it swayed back and forth with her movements. If he didn't know any better, he would think that the motions were deliberate and just for his viewing pleasure. Anduin gulped, watching her. He was ashamed at first, not wanting to degrade a woman in such a way, but then realized that she'd ogled him, so there was little harm in him doing the same, right? He felt his body grow warmer as he watched her soft yet athletically sculpted ass sway back and forth.

He turned his gaze up to her and she looked over her shoulder at him, grinning. She bared her maw of white teeth at him and winked.

They arrived back in the throne room and Anduin spotted his father and Greymane where he'd left them. Varian turned to look at his son, his eyes widened and he stood up from the throne to approach Anduin.

"My son! Are you alright?! There are reports that Twilight's Hammer cultists have infiltrated the city somehow! My SI:7 agents are investigating to find out who is responsible for letting Deathwing's lackeys into our city! Are you hurt?!" Varian asked him with concern.

"No, father; Sheila and I, we... I'm fine," he said. He decided to omit the fact that cultists had attacked them.

Varian nodded his acceptance. "Good." He looked at Sheila. "You have my thanks for watching over him. No doubt if cultists were planning on trying anything, your presence may have deterred them. Meaning no offence."

Sheila snorted. "None taken. I was happy to help, King Varian."

Varian nodded and returned to his throne. Greymane looked at Varian. "If cultists are capable of infiltrating Stormwind, all the more reason to commence with the invasion and wipe out their ilk."

Anduin looked at Sheila and met her gaze. He then looked over at his father. "Father, with your permission, I am going to escort Sheila around the Keep. I just want to give her a bit of a tour for a while."

Varian looked at him and Sheila and then back at him. "Very well. But you are not to leave the Keep until after this mess is cleaned up."

Anduin nodded. "I understand." He took Sheila by the arm, intertwining it in his, and nodded to the corridor leading to the rest of the Keep.

"Shall we?" he asked her, his voice low.

Sheila took on a wolfish grin and nodded. "Lead on," she said.

Anduin left Varian and Greymane there to discuss the invasion, and he and Sheils strolled down the corridor. After ascending a flight of stairs, the teenaged prince came to his personal chamber, guarded by two royal guardsmen. They immediately bowed when they saw him and their hands unconsciously went to the hilts of their swords.

"Afternoon, my prince. Could I ask what this...person is doing with you?" the guard named Edwin asked him.

Anduin ignored the jab. "Sheila is a friend of mine and one of the household guards of Genn Greymane. I am giving her a tour of the Keep. May I enter?"

Edwin did not look pleased as he looked at the worgen woman, but he relented, remembering his place. "Very well, milord."

Anduin stepped inside the chamber and Sheila followed along, smirking at Edwin as she did.

Immediately, Anduin, eager to take a load off, kicked off his boots. He looked back and Sheila. "Would you mind closing the door?"

Sheila moved to comply and Anduin wasted no time. He slid off his tabard followed by his shirt, baring his slender, sculpted torso to her. He had decided at once that if he really was going to let this uninhibited female ravish him as she'd clearly wanted to the whole day, he was going to be blunt and forward about it. He thought that she might like that.

Sheila turned around and her eyes widened. Her mouth hung around and Anduin could see her canine-like tongue practically salivating. Her luscious brown coating stood up on end and her body was as stiff as a board. Her eyes darted over his form, from his sculpted torso down to his breeches where a clear tent was beginning to form.

Anduin sat back on the bed behind him, presenting himself like a kill ripe for the taking. He grinned lasciviously at the bestial female.

"To answer your first question, Lady Humphries, I lost my virginity about a year ago. And the beautiful woman who took it from me taught me everything I need to know about pleasuring a woman. So, as repayment for saving my life today, I am going to help you get over these urges of yours. I am yours, to do with as you please. Are you interste-?"

He didn't need to say anything more. Before he could even attempt to finish seducing her, she had leapt from her spot by the door, using all four of her limbs to launch herself onto his bed. It was a truly incredible display of agility, and a terrifying one as well. She pounced him, landing atop his body but not injuring him with her imposing form or with her claws. She stood atop him, with her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she stared down at him.

He was at her mercy now, and she knew it. From here, with her hovering so intimately above him, the size difference between the two of them was obvious. She was taller than him, more muscular, and clearly more bestial and terrifying, with her eyes alight with a wildness and savagery. She could tear him to shreds if she wanted to, but deep down, he knew she wouldn't, at least not consciously. He resolved to really give as much as he had to sate her urges, otherwise, he didn't know how she would react if he left her unsatisfied.

Sheila ran a claw around his collarbone as her tapered ears twitched. She brought her muzzle down to his face so that her beautiful and frightening green eyes stared into him.

She caressed his chest with one hand and placed her mouth to his ear.

"Best be thankful I locked the door from your guardsmen. I'm going to make you howl very soon," she growled into his ear with that gravely, deep yet feminine voice.

Anduin felt a quick lick on his ear and then, before he could get another word or even another breath in, she brought her muzzle to his lips and forced her thick canine-like tongue into his mouth.

He moaned into her mouth in both protest and surprise, but just as quickly melted into the kiss. Though try as he might to meet her enthusiasm, he was fighting a losing battle. His tongue met hers and battled with it, but hers always gained the upper hand, pressing to the roof of his mouth and tangling with his tongue, pressing it back down and forcing it to submit.

While boyish mouth met female muzzle in a heated kiss, Sheila tickled along his torso with her claws. She circled his nipples with the tips of her claws, delighting in his shivers as she did so. Meanwhile with the other hand, she began to untie his breeches. When a knot became too cumbersome to deal with, she merely sliced it away with her claw.

Eventually, the breeches came undone and she shimmied them down his waist and past his knees. Her lips finally uncoupled with his, giving him a few moments to gain some much needed breath. He then sighed with pleasure when he felt her tongue lick and lap at his collarbone. He felt more sparks of pleasure all over his skin as her tongue trailed lower, swiping over his torso and swirling around his bellybutton before he finally felt her settle between his legs.

She had disembarked from the bed and was now sitting on the ground with her head between his legs. Her soft hand encircled his pulsing, engorged manhood, causing Anduin to sigh. He glanced past his raised knees and to Sheila, to see her staring back at him with her expressive green eyes. She cradled his pulsing cock and jerked it a couple times, before she turned her gaze to it specifically.

She let out a growl in her throat and smiled. Anduin could tell that she was pleased with his size and the way she gripped his thick meat with one hand while cradling his balls, feeling their weight with the other. He'd filled out nicely in that respect over the past year; he was of a large size for his age, and his lithe build betrayed his size even more, making his cock look even larger in comparison to his naturally slim frame.

Sheila tickled the purple mushroom head of his cock with one of her claws while she jerked the length of his cock with the other hand. A thick dollop of precum emerged from the tip of his cock, practically challenging her to lick it off and feel it on her tastebuds.

She grinned and winked at him one more time before she lowered her head. She inhaled his scent, his musk with a deep breath and an exhalant sigh. Anduin reasoned that while his scent was not as pleasing to her lust-filled senses as, say, a male worgen in full rut, an arousing, rutting teenaged human male was the next best thing in that regard.

Anduin's senses lit up when he felt her tongue circle his testicles. Her tongue bathed each veiny orb in saliva as she suckled both, one after the other. Then, the journey up the fleshy spire began as she dragged her tongue across every inch of cockflesh offered to her. Finally, her tongue licked just below the mushroom cap of his cock, leaving his entire cock with the exception of that thick dollop of precum covered in warm saliva.

With delicate gentleness, her tongue slithered out of her mouth, collecting the precum glaze onto her tongue and scooping it into her mouth like a spoon. She kicked her head back and swallowed, growling with pleasure as she did so.

She cocked her head at him and smiled toothily through her maw. "I've been wanting to do that all day." She then observed his pulsing, throbbing meat. "But the best is yet to come, I think, Blondie."

With ease and delicacy aside, Shelia gripped his cock at its base and swallowed it in one go. Anduin moaned out his pleasure and gripped the bedsheets beneath him as she began to ravenously suckle on his cock. Not an inch of his cock was unattended to as her tongue lapped across his cock, twirled around his sensitive cockhead, licking at his balls, and more. He instinctively wanted to thrust his cock up into her mouth, but he suddenly shuddered at the idea of doing so. After all, her teeth were very sharp, and while she would not intentionally harm him, accidents could happen if they weren't careful.

Instead, he let her do her work. She bobbed her head up and down his cock as slurps and slaps and squirting noises were emitted throughout the room. None but a lusty worgen in full rut could cause the amount of noises that he was hearing in his bedchamber. If his guards at the door hadn't heard them yet, they could certainly hear them now. Anduin did his best to contain his cum so as to save himself for her pleasure, but that was growing harder by the second as he felt the head of his cock tap superficially into her throat as she slurped in his cock.

Luckily, the blowjob was not intended to be a lengthy one, partially to his disappointment. It took him a second for him to remember that this was for her pleasure first and foremost. He was supposed to reward her for protecting him that day and to show her how much he valued her as a member of the Alliance, and he intended to do just that.

She popped her mouth off of his cock, letting strands of warm saliva coat the head of his cock. Anduin, breathing heavily, looked down at his cock and saw it throbbing and completely slick and lubricated from her efforts. He lamented that he would have to stave off his own needs for a short while, but he had work to do.

Sheila stood up onto her feet, and for the first time, Anduin realized that she had still been fully clothed. She took off her chainmail jerkin and tossed them to the floor. Her breeches came next, leaving the worgen female in nothing but her undershirt and a pair of panties. Both of those did not last long, and the prince of Stormwind was soon treated to the sight of the pair of breasts that he'd been curious to see for hours.

Her soft, brown breasts were generously sized and were dotted with two pink nipples that looked to be very hard and erect with her arousal. Anduin's cock lost none of its steel hardness just from watching her expose her breasts to him.

Her panties came down her legs and she kicked those off to the side too. Between her soft thighs, her pink lips were glistening. Anduin's mouth felt dry as he watched a single trickle of clear fluid fall to the ground from her tunnel.

She pounced atop the bed again, straddling the young human prince and practically holding him hostage with her menacing form. She climbed atop him and crawled up his body, her breasts swaying back and forth in front of his eyes as she approached. She gave him a kiss on the forehead and then gently pushed him back, kicking the pillows off the bed so that he was lying right on the bed's surface and she was hovering directly over his face.

More fluid trickled steadily from her pink snatch and Anduin let them drip onto his tongue, tasting her sweet, tart flavor. She ran her fingers through his blond hair with one hand and used two claws to spread apart the lips of her juicy labia with the other. He gazed into her tight, silky tunnel as she exposed it to him.

"Mmm, well Blondie, why dontcha show me what you've learned?"

She rested herself onto her knees and lowered her pussy down onto his face. He would not let her get the upper hand again though, and when she lowered her pussy onto his face, seeking to smother him with it, he caught her by the thighs, digging his hands into her downy brown fur, and buried his face into her pussy.

She growled and let out a slight bark as he began to slurp and lick into her pussy. She began to sway her hips across his face, but Anduin, who'd come to delight in eating out a woman's pussy, held her steady so that he could do his work with accuracy.

He licked the outside of her lips, picking up as much of her tart, earthy flavor as he could and getting her even wetter. He flicked his tongue only briefly against her budding clit, gave her a few more licks along the rim of her pussy, before he buried his tongue as deeply into her pink tunnel as he could, using his fingers to spread apart her lips as he did.

Shelia shuddered and growled and made all the noises that a horny worgen could. Her fingers clenched onto his blond hair nearly hard enough to tear strands from their roots. She bucked against his mouth in time with the swipes of his tongue, but Anduin held on, moaning and flicking his tongue into his pussy and slurps and squelches.

But his hands were not idle as he went to work on pleasuring her cunt and giving her her reward for her service; he stroked his fingers lovingly through her fur, finding hidden pleasure points with his tickles. He even delighted merely in how soft her furry coating was; not course, but soft and feathery. It gave him a burst of pride every time she would moan and clench down harder on him when he stroked a ticklish or pleasurable spot while running a hand through her fur. Anduin delighted in the diversity that came with being part of the Alliance, and when it came to lying with womenfolk, he began to delight in all the intricate differences that made the females of each species unique. He loved them all for their various differences, and he loved pleasuring each of them in ways that he couldn't with other females.

After a short while of the human prince making love to the worgen drooling honeypot with his mouth, she began to clench up and began to pre-orgasmic series of spasms that Anduin recognized.

"Oi, oh yes, yes, yessss," she moaned. "I'm going to cum soon Blondie. Don't you dare stop!" she growled, no, rumbled.

Anduin doubled his efforts, licking away at her clit now with increasing regularity. Meanwhile he began to thrust a finger up into her pussy, gliding it in and out like he knew his cock would soon be doing. In doing so, he began to curl his finger upward, stroking it out in a "come hither" motion. She jerked and spasmed on his fingers and more juices coated his tongue as Anduin realized he'd found her g-spot.

Her orgasm washed over her and she bathed his tongue in her nectar. She growled and snapped her jaws in a way that was clearly not human. Anduin, at once, began to question his earlier thoughts that worgen were not actually animals. The way she bucked and writhed and rode against his face was nothing short of animalistic. He felt like he may drown before her orgasm finally ended.

Sheila settled down and collapsed, sliding off to the side so that she did not literally smother him. The worgen closed her eyes and her chest rose and fell calmly, and Sheila looked more docile than he'd seen her in hours. She opened her eyes and gazed lovingly at him, lowering her head down and licking some of her own juices off of his face.

"I'll have to find that woman of yours and thank her myself," she said huskily.

Anduin reached up and stroked along her hair and behind her ears. Sheila trilled as he found a particularly sensitive spot. She quickly batted his hand away.

"Oi now, you keep doing nice things for me and I'll just have to keep paying you back. That would make this a very long night," she said with a grin.

She crawled down his body, licking at his salty skin as she did. When she got to his cock, she gripped it, being careful with her claws as she did. She stroked his manhood back to full hardness and straddled his legs, her pussy hovering right over him.

"Speaking of which..." she began, gripping his cock and lowering herself down. His cock made contact with her wet pussylips and pushed them aside with a wet squelch. Sheila sighed and growled as she slid down.

Anduin clenched his teeth as he felt her tight walls rippling and squeezing over his cock. Sheila took trilled and moaned her pleasure, letting out a chorus of pleasured noises both humanlike and bestial. His respectably sized cock stretched her out and filled her up, sliding in with ease thanks to his efforts to lubricate her.

Her pelvis pressed up against his and her fur got matted down with a combination of their fluids. Anduin looked down saw her lips clenching around the base of his cock. With his full length inside her, she put her hands onto his shoulders and rose herself up for the next plunge downward.

Anduin originally thought that he may have some measure of control in this. Unfortunately, he was sorely mistaken. Sheila rose up until the head of his cock was the only thing left inside her, and then she plunged back down, her sex swallowing his cock and tightly clenching around it again. Anduin moaned from that first plunge and he saw her rising up again. Sheila quickly found her pace and she began riding him with abandon.

As she began to rock the bed and ride him, growling and moaning in a frightening yet arousing way, Anduin moved his mouth up to take her nipples into his mouth one after the other. Sheila responded by clenched his shoulders tighter, lightly pricking him with her claws.

She began to ride him harder as his cock slid in and out of her. Their hips smacked against each other and wet sounds were made as her soaking lips slapped against his pelvis. The bed was rocking so hard as she rode him that the hinges began to squeak.

Anduin's cock had never felt so hard in his life. He watched through a half-lidded gaze as the muscled worgen woman slid up his pulsing meat and then slid back down, engulfing it and tightening around it with her velvety walls all over again. He was merely a tool that Sheila could use to get herself off and quench her burning urges, and Anduin had accepted that. He was merely along for the ride, and he would make sure that she had at least another orgasm before he dared to cum himself.

The teenaged prince reached down and rubbed her clit furiously, whenever he could. Her pace was so blindingly fast that he could barely hold on, but amid her moans and the unbearable squeezing and milking motions of her tight pussy around his cock, he remembered that this was all for her, his worgen protector.

Sheila was building to a strong orgasm. His kneading and suckling of her plush breasts, stroking of her clit, and the throbbing steel hard cock that felt right at home inside her, were bringing her to her apex again quickly.

She moaned and snarled so much now that others outside the room would likely think that she was ripping him to shreds. She rode him faster and harder to the point that he was now bouncing along with the bed. Trickles of her juices squirted out of her pussy around his pistoning cock and her rippling walls, though slick and lubricated, tightened around him harder.

Sheila thrust down against him one more time and howled to the moon as a feral wolf would do. She lapped at his cheek and moaning into his ear as Anduin felt a flood of warm juices bathe his cock and the walls of her tunnel clenched around him, trying to milk him for all of the frothy cum that he had.

The worgen female went rigid in the aftershocks of her intense orgasm, but Anduin had not yet reached his. As gently as he could, he began to thrust up into her slippery, still squeezing pussy. Sheila cooed and sighed, laying her head down on his shoulder as he slid in and out of her pussy, sending sparks of pleasure through her exhausted nerves.

Anduin gripped her buttocks, one in each hand, and slid his hard cock in and out of her. His balls tingled and he felt his release was close. With a few more thrusts, Anduin moaned, burying his manhood as deep into the worgen as he could and emptied himself inside of her up to her womb. His cock pumped and jumped and released a torrent of ropey, hot cum into her pussy. Though the contractions lessened in intensity, her pussy still clenched and unclenched around his cock, squeezing every drop of seed out of it. The trickling runoff of his seed began to seep out of her, matting down his skin and her fur where they were connected.

When the ache in his balls was gone and he'd released the last of his sperm inside of her, he sighed, laying his head back on his royal bed with her still draped over him. She rested her head just above his heart, listening to the low thump of it in his chest. Anduin's hands stroked through her soft brown coat, and for a while, the human prince and his worgen, his guardswoman, were content to remain like that.

Finally, she lifted her head up and gazed at him with a friendly smile. Her green eyes were no longer as...savage looking, but she still had her usual playful gaze. She kissed him on the lips, and for a moment, Anduin reasoned that she was more human than pure worgen, though her appearance and the feeling of her fur against him said otherwise.

"Mmm, best reward anyone has ever given me for my service, Blondie," she chuckled. "But I hope you won't kick me out now. I'll be leaving with the rest of my retinue in the morning, and I'd like to have some place, and someone, to sleep with until then."

Anduin laughed and stroked a hand up and down her back. "Of course you can stay. Besides; I'd hate to have to face my guardsmen just yet."

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When Anduin came to, he was still naked and the leftover glaze of both his and Sheila's fluids still covered his flaccid cock. He rubbed his tired eyes and saw Sheila moving about throughout his chamber. She was fully armored, making him feel as vulnerable by comparison as when he first met her.

When she saw that he was awake, she walked over to his bedside and lowered her muzzle down to kiss him, twirling one of his blond hairs playfully.

"I'm to be going soon, Prince Anduin," she said, and Anduin was actually disappointed at the lack of 'Blondie.' "But I should be back eventually. After all, we Gilneans don't exactly have a home of our own anymore."

Anduin nodded solemnly. She took him by the chin and brought his gaze toward her. "But thankfully we have some...very welcoming allies."

Anduin smiled at her as she rose up from the bed to retrieve her blunderbuss.

"Thank you again for watching over me, Sheila. I'm looking forward to seeing you again."

Sheila turned and gazed at him with a smile across her muzzle. "So am I, Blondie."

Anduin nodded and turned to retrieve his clothes. Meanwhile, Sheila, who had left the room, could be heard arguing with the guards.

"Why were you in there for so long...worgen?" Edwin the guard could be heard asking.

Anduin heard a boisterous chuckle. "That wasn't obvious enough already? Your prince fucked me proper, 'e did."

Anduin broke out laughing at that. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea for the guards to know about his dalliances because word may spread to his father, but in this case Sheila's outburst was so funny that he couldn't control himself.