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The banners of Stormwind flew colors of red and crimson amid the setting sun. Goblins dressed as cherubs flitted about shooting off fireworks asking any passerby to help them with a simple quest. It was fun for the one who carried out the impromptu request but not for those who wound up being the target of a perfume test. The city had not seen as much excitement since the fall of Deathwing not long ago. Despite all the fun and festivities, there was one who stood fidgety before the altar behind the cathedral.

Huttser had shed his worgen form for the occasion. His bald head gleamed in the fading daylight while he kept messing with his bowtie. Suel stood to his left panting from the heat of the tux he wore. He'd never been one for clothing as his fur had always sufficed. Next to the Wolvar was Sambas. He stood tall decked in a tux of his own but didn't seem to be bothered by the suit.

Huttser looked over at his friend and felt something was off. Was it the fact he wore a suit? No, that wasn't it. Was it how he stood tall on bipedal legs? That can't be it either. Something was wrong, yet everything felt natural and in its place. What did bother him was where his bride had wandered off to on the most important day. A start to a new life bound in love and marriage. Everyone had gotten to know the dragon aspect despite his blood elf form he took.

The quartet lifted their instruments and started the processional using Canon in D# (minor to non-music folk). The crowd that had joined in the ceremony stood and looked to the back where the bride stood robed in a white dress and veiled in a translucent pearl white drape. Suel stood tall and took a deep breath knowing the ceremony wouldn't be long given the number of furred members. Granted the setting sun would help bring a cool breeze off the ocean it didn't little to ease the clothed members that wished for freedom from cloth.

An angel of grace and polish looked to have helped Xenrigocia ready for presentation. His sight, while enough to make any woman jealous, produced tears of joy from the congregation. Xenrigocia stopped just shy of the podium and turned to face Huttser. The eager groom reached up to pull the veil away. The shrill grip of fear with a crash of thunder and an instant fade of the surrounding colors to hues of blue and grey filled the area leaving the hunter and exposed bride alone. Xenrigocia had turned out to be a Hozen stuffed into a familiar form to trick the intrepid hero.

"Ook, ook, ook" the chilling voice echoed in the still air.

Huttser gasp for breath as he jerked awake with eyes wide in terror.

"'Bout time you woke up, pup." Growled the voice of a Hozen. "You're lucky our group found you when we did. Those primitives from the Jade Forest can be vicious."

The Hunter pushed himself up into a seated position win a dimly lit room. The walls bore a sign of age with shafts of light filtering through the cracks.

"Come outside when you're able." The creature said hoarsely. "Your friend is waiting as well."

The gentle nature of the being took Huttser by surprise with the events of the forest still fresh in his mind. It was an eerie thought of the battle between horde and alliance with the assistance of the Hozen and the Jinyu. The clash of bone and steel still rang in his mind. It paled in comparison to the final showdown with the world destroyer, Deathwing. No matter how many battles he'd been in it never got easier to handle the aftermath.

The door to the room opened bathing the Hozen in a glow of sunlight showing him to be older than the average Hozen he'd run across. A wise old shaman leaning on a stave to keep balance. His features denoted the years seen on the land that had once been shrouded by mist. The few remnants of life the worgen and his companions had come across cared more to attempt to kill them, yet it was the older generations who knew better.

* * *

The early morning light filtered through the haze blanketed over the valley. Suel couldn't see the ground from the air as he flew overhead. He'd helped take care of the giant eagles plaguing the local farmers. One boy had been too scared to move from the safety of the raised shed near what remained of his flock.

The dark shadow of the farmhouse rose to the edge of the mist giving him the only point of reference to his companion's location. They'd both had a bad fortnight before being rescued by a group of students looking for one they called, The Master.

The descent into the mist cooled his mottled feathers. Before reaching the ground, he transformed into his normal feline form and stretched. His muscles still ached mixed with a splitting headache that remained from being hit over the head. He couldn't recall what it had been, nor did he care. He tried to forget the moment they'd been captured by the horde. It was getting aggravating to constantly be captured by a group of savages, time and again. With everything they'd been through before it felt embarrassing, to say the least.

The wolvar's muzzle stretched into a wise smile seeing his friend limp from the farmhouse.

"It's about time you woke up." Suel chortled.

"I've been hearing that a lot lately." The worgen retorted. "In my last adventure, I never had this much of an issue."

"Don't feel bad." Suel purred. "At least Xenrigocia doesn't know about your misfortune."

"You better be happy Sapphire isn't here either. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't let you live it down either."

Suel winced with a nervous chuckle. "You're too right about that."

"Gentlemen," called a voice from behind Huttser. "Please come sit with us. The mist is slowly dissipating. We are planning our trip through the valley with another stranger and his charming niece."

"Uncle, we'll never see all of Pandaria before I'm old enough to start my own family." A chillingly familiar voice floated through the thinning mist. Huttser's eye twitched followed by an audible whimper.

"I... I think I'm going to... um... nature calls." Huttser stuttered and moved around the side of the farmhouse. Suel watched his friend disappear around the corner before joining the group. The Wolvar sat down with the group and glanced at each person in turn. It was the newcomers that caught his attention. The two Pandaren from the Wandering Isle. Chen Stormstout with his little niece Li Li. It dawned on the druid as to the reason for Huttser's disappearance. The day the alliance set foot on this land he'd been rescued by the pair but the little one had bound and taken advantage of the hunter.

Reflecting on that day made Suel want to keep his distance. Then again, he reminded himself, he was no different when he knocked up his mate Sapphire. Like the cub, he'd gone into Stranglethorn Vale and bound the tigress before giving her his seed. She tracked him down and forced him to father their cubs. He regretted the first but to have such a loving mate and wonderful cubs had changed how he saw things. The feeling of fatherhood tended to change a being no matter what species.

"Where is your friend?" The wise Hozen asked Suel.

"He had to answer the call of nature." The Wolvar replied trying to hide his smirk. "The food here has been a little too rich for his pallet."

The elder chuckled. "When constantly on the move not everyone has time to cook and tend to get stuck with bland food. Now to the task at hand. There have been some rumors of the Master of Ways being close-by."

* * *

Huttser leaned against the building breathing heavily. He'd not expected to run into the Pandaren cub again. The land was big enough the odds were in his favor. The creators felt otherwise. The cub was the only being outside his family that had done anything with him. Having fought Deathwing, Cho'gall, Ragnaros, Nefarian, and Al'akir there should be no way a little girl could scare him. Yet the fear gripped him more than the assholes that had tormented Azeroth in his last campaign.

The worgen's mind reeled over the prospect of running from the little brat. If he didn't fight it and push on as the hunter he was then there was no way he could keep going as a champion of the alliance and face the Horde without feeling shame. He would need to take some time and pull himself together before making his way back to the group.

* * *

"Our first step is to head for the little farming village west of here." The group leader mused. "Halfhill houses the farmers market where we will make our rest and find some new information."

"Well, that's one stop on my journey to find my family in this land," Chen said after taking a swig of his special brew. "I hope they have some good brew."

"If beer is the only thing that can get you moving then let's go find some beer for you." Li Li huffed.

"Relax, young cub, if you explore the land too quickly you'll quickly run out of places to explore."

"Ug, uncle, your proverbs make no sense." the cub groaned.

Chen laughed and placed his hand on her shoulder. "My child you are still young. You'll gain much wisdom as you age. What may not make sense to you now will one day."

Li Li crossed her arms and leaned back against the wagon they sat beside. Her mood changed when she saw the familiar figure of a worgen walking around the corner. Her cheeks flushed, and she bowed her head in embarrassment. Part of it was for her actions on someone she thought she wouldn't see again, the other was partly from the worgen being completely naked.

Her eyes stay trained on the hunter as he sat down next to the druid. The look the hunter gave her drove a new wave of guilt over her forcing her to hold tight to herself and cuddle into her uncle's side. Chen looked down at Li Li then to the worgen. He already knew her feelings. He'd talked to her long after that day to bring her to realize that her actions have consequences. He had no room to say anything as he allowed it to happen, even participated himself but he didn't feel ashamed. He'd done many similar events in the past and had time to reflect on each one. He would take the time to meet with this worgen and ask for forgiveness, although it may not be accepted.

Huttser kept his eye on the little cub with apprehension. She looked embarrassed, regretful even yet, there would remain an unease between them. The hunter's attention was diverted by his friend and lover. The Wolvar had already left the group as they dispersed. He hadn't caught the plans they had formulated but he didn't really care enough to ask anyone.

Slowly, Huttser got to his feet and followed the Wolvar down the muddy lane through the country. The land opened as the mist dissipated providing a wide view of the valley and destination of the country road as it wound down the hillside. the farmer's village looked far away, or rather smaller than he'd anticipated. Surrounded by herds of Mushaun and Turtles the town nestled on the hill provided a stark contrast to the barren fields teaming with creatures. Those creatures sparked a new twinge growing in his loins. A longing for his husband didn't make things any easier. To feel the warmth of the dragons ribbed shaft penetrating his very essence made him homesick. Damn the alliance and their incessant wars. Damn the Prince and his father too.

"Hey, Captain Oblivious." Suel barked from a short distance from the path. "I'm pretty sure you're in need of a good cheering up."

The druid was right. There was no denying the need for a pick-me-up. Suel always knew what Huttser needed and he never failed to provide. It was no shock to find the Wolvar grinning from ear to ear like a hyena from the barrens. Whatever he'd planned would not only satiate the worgen's emotional needs but physical as well.

"I don't know what you have in mind," Huttser gruffed. "but it'd better be enough to last some time otherwise I'll tie you up until I'm fully satisfied."

"I'll hold you to that," Suel smirked. "wouldn't be the first time."

"Maybe I should fill that muzzle of yours with something aside from my cock."

"Easy now," Suel said dropping his smile. "What's gotten into you?"

Huttser opened his mouth but hesitated and closed it again. He didn't want to say anything that would hurt his best friend. It didn't help his pet was nowhere to be found and he would need to resort to his Marksman training. Unless he tamed a new pet, which he preferred not to do, he would have to adjust his abilities. The worgen shook his head and looked down in shame.

"I'm sorry, I'm just in a bad mood over being caught off guard, again, then running into that cub."

Huttser never saw Suel get close to him, especially in his true Wolvar form. The druid had taken a moment to catch his lover off guard with a kiss. His arms wrapped around the hunter's neck. Huttser knew Suel's shorter stature gave him an advantage. He never faulted Suel for trying to make him feel better and the kiss was a step in the right direction.

The Wolvar broke the kiss and smiled pulling Huttser with him down the path to where a lone sheep stoop wandering.

"Why not start by warming up on that creature," Suel chided. "After that, I'll change into whichever form you wish and let you have your way with me."

The hunter smiled and hugged his friend before strolling down the path to the unsuspecting sheep. He didn't mind the fact he was still naked. It felt natural to him. Aside from the fact, his main gear kept getting removed or destroyed. He kept his bow attached to his back, which he promptly removed and sat down next to the ewe. The creature looked up at him almost expectantly but never moved. Its eyes didn't even shy away from the thick pulsing shaft just inches from its nose.

The Worgen's curiosity was piqued but didn't stop him from running his clawed hands through its wool. He poked the creature in the nose with his shaft and waited to see if it would latch on like a lamb. It only stood there for a moment before turning away disinterested. Was the sheep toying with him? It seemed interested in the hunter before yet there it was walking away playing hard to get. It shouldn't have enough intelligence to play coy. Then again, dealing with Sapphire and Sambas had changed his perspective.

The ewe flicked its tail and wandered up to the rise and waited before looking back with... a smirk? Huttser didn't like being toyed with by anyone but his lovers. He would show it a thing or two then turn it into lunch at this point.

With a growl, the worgen got on all fours and gave chase. It was uncomfortable with a fully-grown shaft while walking without having to run on all fours like an animal.

Suel watched with a smile but was broken from his reverie by a Pandarian he didn't hear walk up on him.

"What kind of creature is that?" The stranger said staring up the hill.

"That is a worgen about to go hump a sheep."

"That white thing is called a... sheep?"

The Wolvar looked incredulously at the farmer. "Isn't that the creature I paid you for?"

"No, sir," the farmer said scratching his head. "I left the ram in the barn for your pleasure."

The sudden realization made the druid sick to his stomach. In an instant, he dived backward transforming into his feline form grabbing the hunter's bow mid-run. He had to get to his friend before he did something crazy, mounting the ewe was already a crazy idea but wouldn't beat what that sheep would turn into if he poked it too hard.

Huttser couldn't hear the growls from his friend over the sound of the howling wind at the crest of the hill. He was too focused on the irritating beast that teased him. He would have his play one way or another.

As soon as he was close enough he leaped and pounced the sheep biting into the back of its neck roughly and shoving his rock-hard cock into its tight y-shaped vagina. It bleated for a moment then transformed with a puff of smoke into a fox the size of a lion.

The situation had become awkward as his shaft was tied to the vulpine. The fox lowered her front end and rested waiting for the worgen. Huttser tried to pull free but to no avail. With each pull, the fox's insides clamped tighter inciting a wave of ecstasy. The hunter knew he would be there for a while and decided if they were inseparable then it was best to make it worthwhile.

Suel watched in shock at the pair when the sheep changed back but that didn't last long with the spell caster still close-by. That fox would be killed if he didn't stop them soon enough. He knew Huttser would need a new companion for the rest of the journey if they were going to finish the Kings quest to retrieve his son.

The grin on Huttser's muzzle could be seen by the intrepid fox. She pushed herself back upright and bowed her head. He leaned over and bit into the scruff of her neck and thrust hard. The vixen grunted and growled playfully and bucked forcing herself back into the worgen. Huttser huffed and thrust again trying to force himself to release quickly lest he'd be caught tied to a wild creature. Given the landscape, it didn't look to be the case. What he feared most was Xenrigocia finding out.

The more the vixen bucked the harder it was to control when compared to Sambas. Huttser had to overpower her if he wanted to finish and leave her to her own life.

"What have we here?" scorned a terrifyingly familiar voice behind the worgen. "My, my Huttser, with as many creatures as you've fucked from here to Stormwind I'm surprised the population hasn't bloomed."

"Piss off, Lilbit," Huttser retorted. "I'm a little preoccupied right now and you're not helping matters any."

"Tsk, still as sensitive as ever. Either way, that creature is my kill and I won't let you steal it from me."

The fox had finally been pinned but her soft features melted into one of fear. The intense heat billowing from the stranger only provided bad news. She struggled once more, this time to get away. Huttser couldn't hold her any longer, at the same time he couldn't hold himself. Though still tied he reached out and placed his hand on the back of her neck and whispered a quick incantation.

Suel watched in horror as the mage behind his lover cast a mighty firebolt and filled the round top with a burst of light and heat. It didn't take long for the smoke to clear. Huttser lay panting and covered in seed while the vixen lay motionless a few feet away. Suel charged while transforming into his feline form and knocked the intruder to the ground pinning her.

"Why did you do that?" He growled. "You could have killed him."

"Get off me, foul beast," the mage yelled knocking Suel back with a blast of energy. "I claimed the kill first and I will have my reward."

The mage drew back her hood revealing she was only a small human. The human turned sweeping her incandescent blue robe over the ground turning her attention to the fox where she lay unmoving.

"Now, for my loot," she growled bending over to inspect the body. Before she could touch the corpse, it faded into thin air. "What? How?"

Huttser stood panting heavily with his bow in hand. He held it aloft and mumbled under his breath. With a flash of light as bright as the fireball, the vixen stood before the group confused. In fear, she turned to flee. The creature couldn't get further than a few yards before something flung her backward next to the hunter's side.

"You asshole," Lilbit decried. "You couldn't leave well enough alone, again."

"Let it go, Lilbit," Huttser growled. "I've claimed this one as my own since I don't allow my lovers to be butchered by anyone."

"Tell that to all the fuck buddies you left behind."

"Still upset over me not sleeping with you as a victory over Deathwing?"

Suel moved to stand next to the vixen watching the drama with sheer curiosity at the unknown truths he'd never known about his partner.

"Tsk, that ship sailed long ago," Lilbit huffed. "I had hoped for more but what did I get for my troubles? A stupid man who doesn't know how to please a woman."

"If I recall correctly we were engaged and you threw the ring at my head for how stupidly I acted."

The fox blinked in realization. She got up and tried to leave again only to be met with an invisible barrier. Suel watched while listening to the argument and could see there was a glow around the creature's neck. He knew that sign from other hunters and was only used on new tames. The druid looked in shock at the hunter realizing he'd done it to save the fox's life.

* * *

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!" The fox cried out silencing the heated debate. Every eye on the hilltop slowly focused on her in surprise. While she fought to get herself free. Suel stepped closer hoping to calm her down.

"Listen to me. You need to stop struggling and we can explain."

"Wha...?" The vixen whimpered falling to the ground hyperventilating. "Were you... able to understand me?"

Suel nodded slowly to her. Her mind whirled about like the leaves on the wind making her feel light and dizzy. She cast her gaze up the hill to the hunter that had made quick love to her.

"Who... are... you?" She gasped before the world faded into darkness and the ground rose quickly to catch her

* * *

"Where did you get all this gold?" The Pandarian farmer said bewildered at the small sack of coin he'd been given.

"We really don't use money much despite the rewards from the occasional work we do." Suel proffered before the reminder of one such event left him bound immobile to a post and pounded by every passerby. It was a titillating experience.

Huttser stood by the barn entrance keeping an eye on the Vixen worried about what he'd done to the poor thing. Lilbit also stood by fuming at the same creature. The fox had talked but he wasn't sure if she could speak before or if it was something he'd done. The situation reminded him of the issue when Sambas first could talk. He hadn't been the only one since Sapphire had chased the druid clear across the Eastern Kingdoms to force him to take responsibility for his actions. In the end, the fear rose about giving animals the ability to talk that worried him. It'd never been an issue before, but one could never be too careful.

The sun began to fade below the horizon bathing the land once more in a myriad of blues and greys mixed with a fiery red. Suel joined the group outside the entrance. He padded close to the fox in his feline form and ran his paw along her back in hopes she would forgive the hunter someday.

"We have the barn to ourselves for as long as we need it," The druid said looking expectantly at his compatriot. "I've asked the farmers from all over to bring two of every creature, so we can unwind."

Huttser looked over at Lilbit and huffed. "I could use a week to release the pent-up energy I've got."

The mage sneered at the two crossing her arms still angered by the situation.

"You're more than welcome to join us." Suel offered.

"Sorry," she retorted. "I'm not into animals."

"That's not what you said to me after Deathwing," Huttser growled with a chuckle. The human stood tall and held tight to her stave.

"Do you really want to try my patience, you stupid mongrel?"

The hunter just turned away to the open entrance throwing one last taunt. "You might want to get a better stave. The Very Manly Staff looks good on you, but you could someone else's."

A gust of wind blew past the Worgen's head leaving a burn on his cheek. The wall opposite the two met with a force that split the board without breaking it. A dagger wobbled a moment protruding from the beam. In a moment of realization, the hunter placed his hand on his cheek and felt the warm trickle of blood where he'd been cut by the flying blade. He turned to find she'd already teleported away. She'd be back, despite their arguments. Huttser knew what she wanted above all. The kill was just another excuse in a long line of excuses.

"You know how to treat a lady," Suel growled.

"That's no lady," Huttser sighed wiping the blood with the back of his hands. "In one life she was my sister. Now that I'm a beast she prefers to be my lover but that's not going to happen."

The dark recesses of the barn slowly filtered with low light as the duo's eyes adjusted. The barn was filled as Suel had requested but it looked like it would take a day or two to unwind using every creature accumulated. Huttser looked around wondering where he wanted to start first. The answer came from a little otter trying to crawl up his leg. It didn't look any bigger than both of his paws combined. Could the creature take his shaft, let alone the amount of seed he'd forced into it?

The otter climbed higher using the coarse fur of the Worgen and wound its way to his now erect shaft. As much as he wanted to pound a creature into submission the thought lingered of harm. The little otter didn't care about anything since it had started climbing out on the hunter's shaft and licked over the tip. It'd been enough to drive him wild.

The druid was lost in his own decision. He wasn't sure if he wanted to find release for himself or a good stuffing. The selection was tantalizing to be sure. His eyes fell on a boar resting in the farthest stall. The porcine turned its head to the feline. It grunted standing to reveal its corkscrew-like tip protruded and dripped heavily. The druid gazed at it mesmerized by the undulating tip. It would rotate one way then another spraying fluid everywhere. His mind had been made up, he would allow himself to be taken by the boar.

The creature shied to the corner keeping an eye on the cat-creature that had entered its enclosure. It took a moment for the realization to dawn on Suel that he was in a form it feared. All his formed were predatory in nature so it wouldn't do to shift. Instead, he turned around looking back and offering himself. The boar hesitated then moved closer throwing himself on top of the druid. Suel grunted from the unsuspected weight of the creature but stayed. He lifted his tail feeling the shaft immediately penetrate his hole. It buried deep enough to enter a secondary ring. It was hard to keep from crying out in either pain or pleasure with the boar's member twisting hither and yawn filling Suel immediately with hot seed. It was certainly unexpected to be filled so soon but it was too late to stop. The Boar had him pinned with no room to wiggle. Occasionally the cock of the porcine creature would pull from his hole spraying seed everywhere before being shoved back inside with ferocity.

A whimper escaped the druids lips followed by a painting whimper. Each passing moment felt like an eternity that had once been longed after. His hole dripped with seed which dribbled down over his furry sack like a rivulet. It wasn't long before fear gripped him over being overfilled. He'd never experience it before but knew it could be an eventuality. He tried to push away from the boar, but it dropped more weight on him forcing him to stay. All he could do was claw at the ground as his belly swelled slowly.

Huttser enjoyed his newfound toy. Not only did it please him of its own volition, but it stopped short of allowing the hunter to climax. Instead, it stopped sucking and moved to stand on the Worgen's stomach to lift its tail expectantly. Huttser would oblige despite his doubts. The way it teased him changed his mind. He grabbed the creature around the waist and slammed it on his shaft making it squeak. It worried him for a moment till he saw the wry smile etched in its muzzle.

"You seriously enjoy that?" He growled. It squeaked in return trying to force itself more on the shaft. Huttser's shaft was almost the same size in circumference as the otter yet it still wanted him. He removed his hands to see that the creature conformed to his size like a balloon. His own features formed a grin. He kept one hand around the otter and leaned back into the hay with his other arm behind his head. He wanted to be comfortable as he used the critter like his toys at home. He couldn't always please his husband and needed release during those times Xenrigocia wasn't in the mood.

The otter squeaked in enjoyment as its body shrank and expanded with the repeated thrusts. It couldn't tighten itself to help get the Worgen off sooner. It longed to be flooded with a hot sticky mess.

On the other side of the barn, Suel covered his muzzle with his paws since his muzzle and nose dripped with the excess seed that couldn't be held any longer. At last, the boar pulled his cock out with a blast of liquid rushing from the druid's hole. It didn't last with the porcine shaft twisting and spewing something akin to glue but in foam form. It was thicker than the seed it had just injected into the Wolvar's lose glory hole, but it didn't move from where it stuck. It covered the shrinking ring and kept everything bound inside.

Once the boar removed himself and laid down with a snort Suel rolled over panting and licking the excess seed that trespassed his muzzle and nose. He wouldn't be moving for some time with his belly weighing him down like he was pregnant. It gave him a new-found respect for his mate when she was with his cubs. She'd been just as tired, but her pregnancy had been for long periods of time. He'd only have to experience it for a short time.

Back on the other side, Huttser moaned bucking his hips into the excitable critter wrapped around his shaft. The otter hugged itself squeaking in the rhythm of the thrusts. It waited in anticipation for the Worgen to climax.

"Ready?" Huttser panted. Again, a squeak.

Huttser sped up his thrusts and matched rhythm with his hand still clutched around the critter. Sweat saturated his fur making him feel cold in the night air. At last, he arched his back and growled filling the otter with his essence. The otter squeaked excitedly with some seed gushing from its maw while its stomach filled the same as Suel. It was a remarkable sight to Huttser, finding the creature to be elastic in nature. It gave him ideas for the future. That was assuming the otter would be a pet of sorts.

The otter slid off the Worgen's shaft with ease. It laid panting and rubbing its belly before reaching to its tail to stop the flood of sticky mess from flowing. It gave Huttser an idea. He grabbed the critter and helped keep it from losing its hot mess and moved to Suel. The druid still lay panting but managed to look up to see his lover with a new toy.

"That's cute," he managed. "Where's you get the stuffed animal?"

"I made it myself," the hunter replied with a grin. "He has a present for you."

"Oh?"

The Worgen squatted and pressed the tail end of the otter to the feline's muzzle. Instinctively, Suel opened his maw for the contents held in by the hunter's hand. Like a damn busting the still warm seed covered Suel's face and muzzle. The druid tried to laugh weakly as he licked the gooey substance off his muzzle.

"I think I'll keep her," Huttser said holding the otter at arms-length. She squeaked happily in reply. He pulled her close for a hug then stuffed her in his coin purse. Despite not wanting to clothe he kept it wrapped around his waist. The critter cried wanting more attention.

"She's definitely a keeper," Suel giggles softly. "The night is still young and there are plenty of others to mate with before we leave tomorrow."

"Are you going to be able to join me?"

"Here soon. Go ahead and start without me."

The Worgen smiled and leaned down to pull the feline into a kiss taking the moment to savor the taste of himself mixed with the otter. As soon as daylight rose they would be off satiated and relaxed ready for the adventure ahead.