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You Are Now Unfriendly With The Kirin Tor

Evrendar stood at his open window, basking in the cool ocean breeze that drafted through his sleeping quarters and over his bare chest. The winds were far more noticeable this high in the spire than in the forests of Suramar; it was one of the few respites he had since leaving those woods to join the mages here. From above, he could spy them going about their business on the streets below, an assortment of mages and other vagabond adventurers scurrying to keep the fight against The Legion moving. He, too, had been conscripted into the war, albeit by his own choosing rather than persuasion. A thousand years and more of tracing ley lines and ransacking old Shal'dorei structures had all but exhausted the intellectual pursuits available to him within Suramar.

Today, though, Evrendar had taken for himself to indulge in his hobby of spellcrafting, and had remained locked in the tower where his bedchambers resided to practice more subtle uses of magic. In particular, he hoped to improve his invisibility spell, and his efforts were not without fruit. The spell he maintained now was a bit different than simply removing one from the field of vision. He was still visible in the strictest sense, but with a bit of mental manipulation (something other magi frowned upon - such things were better left in the hands of maddened priests in their grasp for acolytes) he could make himself unnoticeable- A clear advantage in the sense than being unnoticeable instead of invisible meant that footprints and noises weren't suspicious, only a natural product of a vague nobody that hovered on the edge of vision and awareness. One could remain undetected even as they rummaged through bookshelves, as well as other unscrupulous behaviors.

Living in the wilds for so long left the worgen very unobservant of most civilized customs, though he did entertain them for the sake of his standing. The heavy cloth raiments pressured upon him were maddeningly warm against his thick, white fur, and he would take any measure to be rid of them as soon as reasonably possible. Evrendar had a test planned that would both allow him to observe the limits of the enchantment as well as satisfy some more... primal desires.

It was for this reason that he stood testing the air at his window, to be certain that a chill gust wouldn't break his concentration on the spell if he shivered. His white fur was easy to spot through from the street, that he knew from a previous mirroring spell he'd tested, but what they couldn't see was the lack of any garb from the waist down - at least, not yet. He'd been working himself up over the last twenty or so minutes until his erection was bright red, knotted, and throbbing furiously. Without pockets, he'd be unable to feasibly carry his telemancy runes, meaning if the spell broke there was little he could do aside from bolt back to his chambers... but such things were simply the name of the game. It was time for a stroll.

With a final stroke over his cock, he opened the door and cast his cloaking spell. He moved cautiously at first, still apprehensive about the ordeal, but continued across the cold stone floor towards the stairs. Evrendar felt his erection bobbing as he descended, checking down the spiral staircast to spot any oncoming individuals. His breath caught for a moment when he saw one of the librarians heading towards him. As the human approached, the Worgen stood very still, not wanting to attract attention to himself if he had miscalculated the effectiveness of his enchantment. He stared nervously, holding his breath as the wizard walked by, completely unaware of how exposed Evrendar was, just inches from him. He let out a sigh of relief, now thoroughly invigorated with excitement, and hastened his pace towards the bottom floor.

Confident he was perfectly unnoticeable, he stepped out into the foyer of the tower, now in the midst of a variety of bodies all hovering nearby, without so much as a gasp or exclamation. The canine smirked, grasping his knot and shaking loose a few strands of precum. He still didn't want to risk bumping into people, lest the illusion falter, but nothing was going to keep him from enjoying the fruits of his labor. He made his way towards the archway, stepping into the sunny street with his head held high, pretending to himself that he was showing off his muscular body and veiny wolfhood to the crowds. The thought made him throb, dripping more wolf seed down to the cobblestones. Something brushed harshly over his cock, knocking it to the side before it bounced back lewdly. A quick glance into the passing throng of magi revealed one such Draenei who had seemingly grazed him with his knee. If the ruse was up, it was on that one person only, and the blue creature was swept away by the passing crowd nevertheless.

The next hour was filled with mostly ordinary tasks, highlighted by lewd little forays to keep himself 'interested': sitting in the Legerdemain while idly stroking himself; browsed the tailoring shop - which he found ironic, in retrospect; checked his mail at one of the mailboxes, fondling his balls while the riffraff stood inches from him... He avoided the banks, however, knowing that they would be protected by dispelling wards, and he wasn't sure how far the effect spanned. He sat down on a bench, spreading his legs wide, teetering on the precipice of just giving his dick a good, fast jerk, right there in the street; and that's exactly what he intended to do, until he felt a gaze on him from his left.

Evrendar locked eyes with what appeared to be a tamed grizzly bear sitting in the grass next to him, and his stomach dropped. The spell was only viable on humanoid minds, not animals, and the bear seemed plenty interested in his pre-soaked rod since he sniffed the air and closed the gap between them. He worried about the spell failing... but if it were just an animal, no one would think twice, would they? He breathed deeply, and allowed the ursine to pass its tongue over his length, keeping an eye on nearby people while he exhaled at the slick appendage lapping over his member. The bear placed a paw on the bench and stood over him, lowering it's head as if nursing on his cock. With the buildup he'd been working towards, there wasn't going to be much of a show, even if anyone WAS capable of spotting him. He inched a hand towards his ballooned knot, ready to give it a tug and spill his wolf cum straight into the animal's mouth...

"Ah, boyo! Ge' offa there, silly animal, ye know better!" The voice of an angry dwarf shocked him like a lightning bolt. The canine let out a startled yelp, figuring he was surely discovered now. "Jus' let the man enjoy his... err..." Evrendar knew it was coming. The dwarf's expression furrowed inquisitively, working through the resistance of the spell. "Wha' inna world?"

That was the cue. With a shaky effort he blinked himself forwards and away, ducking into a nearby alley to let his heart stop pounding. He'd only brought it upon himself by letting that beast have its way with him, and noted to be more careful on the trip back to his tower, as he was surely done now. He stepped back towards the street, but stopped just shy of the open view; something was missing. He couldn't feel the familiar tingle of his enchantment anymore. The spell was gone...!

"Y'know, for a magister, you're really careless." A figure spoke behind him from the shadows in a gruff voice with an easily recognizable Gilnean accent. He'd been had.

"Please, this isn't what it seems like," he bluffed. "I'm merely testing a cloaking spell for my own-"

"I know what you're doing, imbecile. That's beside the point." The figure approached him, stepping into view, revealing a leather-clad, black-furred worgen with a myriad of daggers strapped over his waist and thighs. One of the underbelly chaff, no doubt. "You think no one noticed you walkin' 'round, cock floppin' everywheres? This is a city of mages, mate. You Nightborne always underestimate us younger races aptitude at spellcastin'." It was mostly true, he didn't hold most of the Kirin Tor as capable as himself, with a few exceptions.

"What are you after, then? Should be fairly apparent that I carry no valuables at the moment." He motioned to his exposed form with his hands.

"I've already got whot I'm 'ere for," The rogue teased. He revealed a piece of vellum, recently charred with the markings of a stolen spell. Evrendar growled.

"That spell is my property! You _will_give it back or I will fry you like a prawn," The mage threatened. The other worgen didn't buy it.

"Whot, without your staff? Your robes? Hell, I'd bet you wizards even keep your underwear enchanted," He laughed. "Nah, I'll give it back, on one condition. You walk back out to that there street and let me fuck you silly right there in the daylight."

Evrendar snorted, growing irritated at the rogue. "We'd be apprehended before you could even disrobe," he remarked, crossing his arms.

The other canine tapped a black claw to the scroll. "You've got the mana, I've got the spell."

It wasn't as if he could refuse. He had a point; without his regalia, he didn't have the energies needed to melt this piece of refuse into jelly. "Fine. Your word?"

The thief smiled a toothy grin. "My word." They shook hands. Evrendar took the scroll, and wove the spell back into shape, this time coating both him and his assailant. He walked briskly to the middle of the street, got on all fours, and looked back unamused towards the black canine.

"Not one for ceremony, eh?" The rogue said, shucking off his pants and spitting into a paw, before coating his nascent erection with it. He wasted no time pressing his tapered tip against Evrendar's entrance, sinking in with a little force on both of their parts. He trembled, huffing as quietly as he could manage through the stinging pain with the rogue's wolfhood prodding him. Slowly, the pair worked into a pistoning rhythm, the black worgen pushing about halfway in before sluggishly pulling back to the tip. Evrendar's own member was once again back at full mast and leaking - a product of his earlier arousal, coupled with the sensation of warmth that accompanied being fucked.

As the dominant canine picked up speed, he sat forward and wrapped his arms around Evrendar's torso and slumped against his back. The mage rolled his eyes. Typical, he thought to himself. Of course he'd be going doggy style. Now, however, he greatly increased the speed of his thrusting, hilting himself up to the sheath and ballooning knot on every entry. Their balls slapped together on each downward push, and Evrendar wondered if his tentative concentration on the spell would mask the crass noises.

"Don't you wish they could see you, eh?" The rogue whispered into his ear. "You should be - unf - more careful. You never know when someone might - huff - grant your wish," he said through his pounding, which had grown ever sloppier. Thick strands of clear goo spilled out from both of their cocks, splattering the street and dribbling down Evrendar's balls. He wanted to reach beneath himself so badly and just jerk himself off, give his knot a good, hard tug; but he wasn't completely sure that his spell would hold through the inevitably mind-numbing orgasm that was sure to come of it. It already took all of his willpower to maintain the enchantment as it stood.

He yelped suddenly as, with little warning, the other male rocketed forward and ground his knot hard into his ring. Only a few seconds of that pressure was needed before the bulb passed through. He was sure that he'd lose the spell, at least partially, and as he moaned his canine ears picked up little comments about an odor from the nearby crowds. He couldn't keep his mind focused on that, though, as the rogue had started to pull back. With an obscene pop the bulb came free, jolting Evrendar with sudden pain. "What are you-"

"Shhh," the other male cooed. "Better keep your focus." He pulled nearly the entire way out, leaving only the tip inside, and slammed forward all the way to the knot again. The motions continued, as though he weren't already prepared to tie, and each yank sent shock-like pain through the mage's body. He could feel his knees becoming wet, and glanced beneath him to see that there was a genuine puddle of worgen spunk pooling there.

The rogue changed his position, grabbing Evrendar from under the arms and flipping the pair over, with the white wolf on top and the black on beneath him, locking his partner's arms. He gave a few final thrusts of his knot before slamming forward into the mage's prostate, burying his erection as far as he could manage with a back-arching push. The white canine felt his insides get flooded with hot wolf seed, spilling out from behind the tied knot and gushing over the rogue's hips. He grunted, panting wildly and unevenly, no longer caring to keep his concentration, instead focusing on bringing himself to the same bestial release that the other wolf had. Both felt the last vestiges of the spell fading away.

"Oooh, better learn to cast quick!" The rogue said, noticing the passersby stopping with small gasps and exclamations. He pulled his knot out quickly, followed by a torrent of trapped cum, and vanished into the shadows with that typical rogue-like puff of smoke.

Evrendar knew there was no reapplying the spell now that he was clearly noticed. He glanced briefly over the crowd; Some appeared thoroughly offended, others bore an astonished look and kept moving, pretending like they hadn't seen anything. One chainmail-covered Tauren seemed a little too interested, but otherwise the reactions were universal. He'd already ruined his reputation now; no sense in picking up pieces._"_Fuck it," He growled. His knot throbbed, his balls ached, and the empty sensation in his ass was going to leave him woefully unsatisfied if he didn't move quick.

With a clenched fist he tugged as hard as he could on his engorged knot, gripping deeply behind it and again pushing his hips high in the air. The wild feeling of his orgasm rocked him, spurred by the notion of eyes looking over his toned body and jutting red pillar in all its glory. Ropes of worgen jizz spurted lewdly out of his tip and rained back over his body, seeping into his thick fur and smacking onto the stones where it missed him. He couldn't help but whine in that doggish way, blushing deeply beneath his fur while he rode out his guilty pleasure.

Sitting up, he averted his gaze from the crowd, panting great breaths as the final pulses twitched over his cock, spilling down its length and soaking into the bunched sheath at the base. The guards would be there soon to remove him, and he didn't intend to be brought to the council coated in wolf cum. Hastily, he grabbed the scroll where his spell was recorded, and darted back through the throng of people towards his chambers. Groups parted quickly, trying to avoid the fluids being flicked off of Evrendar's bouncing cock as he sprinted; There was little sense trying to hide it with the knot as thick as it was. He knocked over a poor, hapless human on his way back through the spire's foyer, sending a shower of books tumbling to the ground. Again there were gasps and 'oh's echoing up the staircase after him, and were only shut out by the slamming of his door, the worgen now safe within his chamber.

With a great sigh, he glanced down over his fur - a sticky mess, matted and dripping in places. He walked calmly over towards the wooden bath where he usually washed his clothes, stepping inside and slouching down into the lukewarm water. There would be a lot of explaining to do; there were no laws regarding nudity and obscenity, but as a network of scholars the Kirin Tor kept a code of peer pressure akin to the nobility of Suramar. His standing would be damaged, but perhaps... perhaps it could be recovered with a bit of bargaining. Perhaps there were others aside from some underbelly rapscallion who would value such a spell... and who's to say he wasn't being goaded by a little mind magic into his little display? He smirked, remembering an old saying. When everything goes wrong... Blame the priest.