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The staccato tinkling sound of his necklace beating against the fur of his chest would have been a calming sound to hear at any other point in time, however, at the moment, the owner of the refined piece of jewelry was currently racing across the ground as quickly as his four paws could take him. The feline morphed druid cursed as he tried to put as much distance as he could between himself and those that were currently seeking to end his life. Had this been any other moment in history, then the druid would have had no problem escaping from pursuers, but he was just barely able to keep a steady distance between himself and the ones after him, as the Blight was currently running throughout his bloodstream. It was only thanks to inherent earthborn powers that kept him from succumbing to the magical toxin, though with each step he took his powers seemed to be having more and more difficulty resisting the effects debilitating his nervous system.

The whistling of an arrow caught across the shapeshifted druid's tapered ears, making him cut a hard left. Fortune favored him this day, as right where he was about to move a black arrow pierced the ground like a corrupted needle.

The druid cast within the form of a feral saber cat found himself cursing underneath his breath as he looked back to see several members of the forsaken slowly gaining ground on him. The toxic magical poison seeping within his blood was making the world around him both blurry and tinted with a dark green hue, the likes of which he should not have been seeing at the moment. Suel let out a yelp when he tripped over something large and heavy, the pantherized druid tumbled as his body, coupled with inertia, forced him to roll rather spectacularly across the grassless ground before he finally collapsed within a heap with his long, sinewy tail draped over his furry head. The sight would have been rather comical to see, had the situation in question not been so dire, however, as it was now, Suel could only groan in frustration as he slumped fully down onto the dirt beneath his fatigue ridden body. Pain and tiredness mixed together to the point where the wolvar could just barely manage to tip his head around to see that his pursuers were about to catch up with him. Shakily attempting to lift his sweat covered body up off of the ground did Suel no good, as the Blight was now moving through his nervous system with such rampant glee that surging green lines could be seen pulsating underneath his fur.

Blinking his haze covered eyes, the transformed druid had just enough time to let out a gasp as he beheld a skeletal figure moving over to him, the sight of the other drawing a chipped steel sword which had seen much better days from his sheath told Suel that these were going to be his final moments. When the boney warrior hefted his blade up into the air above his head, Suel found himself hoping that someone would take care of his companion, Erya, as he closed his eyes in preparation for the end to come; the whistling sound of a sword slicing through the air filled the wolvar's lowered ears a second later, making him wince ever so slightly.

When death didn't immediately claim him, Suel found himself slowly opening his shimmering blue eyes to try and figure out why that was. The sight above him was one that the transformed druid didn't think he would ever see again in a million and a half years, as it was an entirely bewildering vision that had no reason to be. Pulling himself back as much as he could in his weakened state, the wolvar watched as, sitting on top of what looked like an armored blue dragonic-taur, was a well dressed bipedal wolfman chanting what sounded like a druid spell. The sight of the other's lithe gray and black furred form pulsating with a brilliant blue radiance filled Suel with a sense of pride, the likes of which surged within him upon hearing the roar of words which the other spoke next.

"Calls down waves of falling stars, and bring purity onto this blighted land. Starfall!!"

Once the quadrupedal dragon shoved the sword wielding skeletal warrior back, three interesting things happened next.

One, the draconic creature jumped back, grabbing the transformed wolvar in one of his front limbs as he did so. Next, the purple and green robe wearing wolfman raised his black clawed hands up and then tipped his head up to howl out loud that reverberated throughout the grassy knoll around the lot of them. The final thing to happen was the act of several dozen large white rocks raining down from the cloud covered sky above the Forsaken warriors' heads. Suel gazed upon the sight happening before him in slack jawed awe as his former pursuers were all but pulverized in a flashy display of flashing white comets, before he finally passed out from the blight infecting his bloodstream. The sounds of the earth rumbling and exploding from the force of the mystical assault lingered within Suel ears for quite some time, until, finally, his sense of hearing faded into oblivion, leaving the shapeshifted wolvar drifting within a sea of greenish-black that seemed all too eager to swallow him whole.

Suel struggled as best he could against the maleficent haze, being a druid and all he had some idea of how to fight off elements which tried to assault him within his mind, thanks in part to his training within the Emerald Dream, the ancient plane of existence that all druids were expected to traverse as part of their training, however, despite his best efforts, the darkened world around him grew ever more sickly green, to the point where the wolvar soon found it hard to even think clearly.

The feeling of pain and torment swam within the unconscious druid's mind for what seemed like an eternity, and yet Suel resisted succumbing to the sweet agony he found himself trapped within; a part of his mind whispered for him to give in and submit to the quiet madness which seemed to all but be begging for him to surrender to the quiet bliss of degradation. Thankfully, Suel was a stubborn druid, and so fought as best he could using what mental fortitude remained inside of him, up until a wash of blue flooded inside of his mind. In an instant the green fog that was attempting to grow thick, coiling appendages which dripped with the poison of insanity, dispersed, leaving the wolvar drifting within a cool flood of cerulean light, the likes of which embraced him like an familiar lover.

The blue wave washed over the wolvar for what eons before finally drawing him back up to the world of the waking. Sapphire eyes fluttered open as the feline morphed druid groaned in slight discomfort. Suel stretched himself out without thought, as his body demanded that he relieve the tension which had built itself up within his muscles. Throwing open his mouth in a deep animal yawn, Suel showcased all thirty-two of his pearly white fangs, the bulk of which glinted within the candlelight that drifted across his naked body. Blinking and then shaking his head to dispel the greyish film which covered his vision, the feral druid found himself turning his head left and right in slight confusion as he tried to come to terms with the fact that he was no longer outside underneath the cloud casted sky, but instead settled inside of a house which had been built within a tree.

The sight of various modern fixtures - of which included several cabinets, a couple of chairs, a finely carved table, and numerous robes and other clothing apparel scattered about the otherwise clean floor - filled the feline's vision. The transformed druid lifted his nose into the air to try and catch a familiar scent, as his mind suggested that perhaps Jerv had found him and brought him to the place in question, only to be slightly disappointed. The scent of the other wolvar was nowhere to be found within the room, nor was the scent of the other's trademark gunpowder. That alone meant that Jerv was not here, as the hunteress would never allow herself to be caught dead without her weapon, nor her companion, Skoll or Loque'nahak. The lack of the blue wolf beast's intoxicating musk, coupled with the missing odor of the warrior feline, instantly made Suel feel nervous. Confusion quickly filled the wolvar's mind as he tried to figure out where he was and how he had gotten to the place in question; his memories from earlier on were a bit scattered at the moment thanks to the nightmarish void that he had been dragged through.

A feline groan of anxiety leapt out from the druid's throat. A long eared head drew itself around the side of an open doorway in response to the nonverbal outcry. The sight of a pretty looking night elf girl instantly helped Suel to feel reassured about his current position, as if the other, who was slowly coming around the wooden opening over to where he was settled, was here within this strange place, then it meant that he was relatively safe...at least at the moment.

"Good morning, kitty," The green haired woman teased, the tip of the wolvar's brown and white tail wagged ever so slightly in response. "It's nice to see that you pulled through." The pink skinned night elf chuckled, though it was easy enough for Suel's hypersensitive nose to catch the scent of slight unease rising up from the other's smooth skin as the female's pores opened to emit a light sheen of sweat all across her nubile body. Suel found himself slightly ashamed to admit that he found his eyes tracing all across the woman barely clothed body for several seconds longer than was socially acceptable, however, there was no denying the beauty of the elfen creature in front of him, not the desire building up within the depths of his loins. "We were all somewhat worried about you, well, all except for Danny," She stated with a roll of her golden eyes, at least, Suel thought that the other had rolled them, it was hard to tell, since the other didn't have traditional pupils like most bipedal races. The sudden shrug of the other's shoulders confirmed that the night elf was indeed annoyed with this mysterious 'Danny' person, whomever that might be."I swear, for a druid, that guy has the most blunt, and indifferent attitude that I've ever seen of someone who's supposed to be an upholder of the natural order of the world." Suel didn't know what to think about those words, as he had seen a number of druids within life, and from his personal experiences, said people were just as colored and checkered as any other caste of people within Azeroth.

With that said though, the transformed wolvar had to wonder exactly what this Danny person had to do with him. He opened his muzzle to ask said question, but only managed to let out a feline mewl, instead of the intelligible cascade of words that would have informed the night elf of his current mental uncertainty. The sound of the other giggling at him made Suel blush, though it was hard to see underneath his thick, dark brown and creamy white coating of fur. Closing his eyes, the wolvar searched deep within himself for the lingering magical energy which always pulsed within his metaphysical form, finding it, he then instructed the pulsating essence to return him back to his bipedal shape.

When said command wasn't enacted upon by the forces within, the wolvar found himself snapping his eyes open in panic.

In all of the times for which he had shapeshifted, there had never once been a moment when Suel couldn't transform back to his original form. The powers of the earth, which always caressed his soul, never once saw fit to hold him hostage within any of his myriad of forms, as they were all merely extensions of his mind, so at feeling his magic ignoring his command to revert him to his true self, the wolvar found himself slightly panicked. His thoughts soon began to fill with dread, since impropted questions began to rise up within his mind about what the future would be like for him.

The thought of never having a conversation with Erya or Jerv was something that Suel had never considered before, despite teasing the two females with the idea of forever staying within one of his more bestial forms. Fear, confusion, and a rising tide of uncertainty rose up within the transformed druid's mind, clouding out all rational thought, as he tried to make sense of what exactly was going on with the powers inside of his being. He was soon calmed from his budding mental conniption fit by a warm hand carefully resting itself on top of his head, in between his triangular ears.

Turning his head upwards, Suel found himself looking into a patient pair of golden eyes that seemed to be regarding him with a look of mature wisdom that he had not previously beheld from their owner.

"It's alright, calm down." The night elf commanded while slowly stroking the wolvar across the back of his neck with strong, casual sweeps of her well manicured hand. "Your powers are just resting right from trying to fight off the Blight," She informed the other. "They'll return to your control in a couple of hours." The night elf finished.

Suel would have nodded upon hearing these words, however, at the moment, he couldn't be bothered to commit to such an action. Instead, he let out a cascading flood of purrs in response to the unnamed woman's continued touch; his feline body, as much as he might deny it at any of time, was made for stroking, and so with every sweep of the unknown woman's hand, Suel found himself panting softly as the arousing touches pooled down in between his legs, awakening his pitch black manhood from in between his legs. Gooey warmth rolled down throughout the feral druid's chest, further into his white furred sheath and balls, causing his heavy pouch of flesh to bunch up and then release more of his barbed erection out underneath his tightly muscles body. A delightful shiver raced all across Suel's feline form as he began to emit a long string of grunts up at the night elf, whose hand moved down to caress the long length of his backside.

The wolvar couldn't stop himself from humping forward at this point, that was just how wonderful the sweet little hand rubbing across his dense pelt of fur was just too good!

Rolling his tongue out from in between his feline jaw, Suel reacted on instinct as he leaned forward to lick the night elf's pink skinned face; the taste of her freshly washed face coated his taste buds, making the shapeshifted druid all the more eager to try and have his way with the slim, little female.

Thoughts of pressing her down onto the firm bedding underneath him and then filling her lithe body with long and deep strokes of his cock flashed within Suel's mind, his claws slipped out of his paws before curling into the quilt underneath his legs, a natural response to his feral desire to want to pounce on what soon would be his yummy looking prey. Suel was kept from doing as such, not through pure strength of will - despite that elemental of his psyche holding strong at the moment - but instead by a gargantuan hand reaching through the nearby window and bodily pulling him outside into the night air. The transformed druid had just enough time to blink in confusion before he found his free hanging form rolled around to face a very irate pitch black eyes.

The world seemed to pause for a moment as Suel stared into the handsome muzzle of a blue scaled dragon which seemed more than ready to literally chew him out. Hadn't he been slightly concerned for his immediate safety, the feral druid would have noticed that the entity in question was not like a normal dragonflight, as the creature possessed the upper portion of a biped and the lower half of a traditional dragon, however, at the moment, Suel just hoped that he made it out of the current situation with all of his limbs attached, since he could clearly see that he was in a very big danger zone. When the blue scaled tauric creature opened his mouth, Suel found his blue orbs dilating as he noticed a plume of glowing cerulean curling out from the beast's maw. Curling his tail around his leg in panic, the wolvar wondered if this was how he was going to die today, flame broiled by a dragon.

"Wait, Bure'hen!" The night elf from before shouted right before popping her head out from the window Suel had been snatched through. "Don't hurt him! He wasn't doing anything bad, he was just being overly friendly."

The dragon-taur snapped his muzzle shut, completely cutting off the flood of magical energy that was threatening to unleash itself upon Suel's very fragile form, and then turned to stare at the green haired woman. A soft, almost puppish look crossed Bure'hen face as he gazed at the night elf, before he turned to regard Suel, who was nodding his head as rapidly as he could muster, despite the paralyzing fear telling him not to move a muscle. Seeing this, Bure'hen let out a snort of disdain before opening his clawed hand. Gravity found itself greeting the wolvar druid like an old friend as his body dropped down towards the ground like a falling star; instead of crashing face first into the dirt though, Suel threw his legs out underneath himself just in the nick of time to absorb the shock of suddenly meeting with the earth. A shiver surged through his body once the transformed druid noticed just how much bigger the draconic creature was when compared to his current form, as could be seen by how far up he had to look at the other. The horned dragonspawn snarled down at the feline, his scaled lips wrinkling upwards to reveal perfectly polished fangs that seemed all too poised to snap down onto the wolvar's soft, vulnerable neck. Bure'hen was stopped from doing so when he tipped his head upwards at the sound of a femine coo echoing from out of the night elf woman high above him in the tree house.

Suel looked up just in time to see the dragonspawn lean forward to nuzzle his blue scaled face into that of the night elf's his long and limber reptilian tongue snuck out from his maw to lick the smaller woman across the face before suddenly slipping into her mouth after it gently parted for him. The arousal that Suel had felt moments prior - and which had quickly simmered down from the sheer terror which grappled his heart - returned almost full force as his blue eyes beheld the night elf's thin lips opening wider so as to allow more of the blue taurian dragon's tongue to creep further into her mouth. The sight of the monstrous creature's wet organ coiling around the night elf's was truly a sight to see, if only because of the dexterity for which the scaly beast was able to utilize at that moment. Suel let out a growl of need when the woman reached a hand out to caress the creature along the side of its scaled head, her gentle motions spoke of years of attraction and affection with one another, since there was no chance that the dragonspawn's purrs of ecstasy were born from mere touches from the night elf.

Suel's nose soon caught a whiff of a fragrant, spicy scent, the likes of which made tingles ripple all throughout his body. Blue eyes traveled down and then around the draconic creature's quadrupedal form before blinking in fascination at what they saw next. The feral druid found himself nodding in approval as he watched the smooth, seamless underbody of the larger male split open to reveal the tapered head of a massive pink colored shaft, the girth of which happily eased its way out from Bure'hen's four legs. The massive pillar of meat was heavily coated with the wet, heady odor of 'reptile', the potency of which made Suel feel rather dizzy. The wolvar found himself clenching his eyes shut and then hissing slightly as he drew him backwards in an attempt to get away from the tauric creature, that was just how powerful the other's musk was. It was rather a good thing too, as a few seconds later the blue dragonspawn pulled the smaller night elf out from the window she had been leaning out of into his bulky arms, he then turned his massive form around, his tail cutting into the air where Suel's head had been seconds earlier, and then carried the other away onto a path that led to a dense forest not more than eighty yards away.

The scent of the blue dragonspawn's arousal lingered within the air for several seconds, making the feral druid slightly woozy, however, as Bure'hen moved further and further away from him Suel was able to shake his head in an effort to clear his senses. Doing so revealed a couple of interestings facts to the wolvar.

Sweeping his head about the area allowed Suel to have a look at the village that he found himself in, of which seemed quite reminiscent of a traditional night elf settlement, however, there were several key differences in the area that separated the place in question from most villages. For one thing, there were other creatures within the area besides night elves; the sight of humans, draenei, trolls, worgen, and tauren was truly something to behold, as it wasn't normal to bear witness to such a collect of diverse individuals together, considering the blood feud many of their species had with one another. For another thing, there were more of the draconic creatures wandering about the area, many of whom were paired with one or more smaller bipedal creatures, all of which seemed to be extraordinarily happy as they reached their hands up to caress the quadrupedal monsters without shame or fear of social reprisal. The last thing and most interesting fact of note, was that almost all of the scaly beings were as naked and aroused as the blue tauric dragon which had just manhandled Suel not more than a minute prior.

The wolvar druid couldn't stop himself from looking down to inspect the others, as his nose quickly became awashed in the myriad of aroused scents, the likes of which made Suel drool ever so slightly. The fact that his blue eyes captured the sight of several long, low hanging erections dripping with thick, clear nectar was something that the wolvar would never forget, as it was not a sight that he could ever remember seeing before. Astonishment filled the feral druid, as such open displays of sensuality were not usually allowed within civilized settlements within either the Horde or Alliance, and yet here in this bizzare place, everyone seemed to be happy with allowing the tauric dragons to allow their erections to stand out proudly in between their muscular legs. The fact that all of the creatures had a varying assortment of scars littered across their scaled hides told Suel that all of these dragonspawn were warriors within their own rights, and yet he was sure that he had never heard of the creatures in all of his travels within Azeroth.

Suel pushed that thought aside as he found himself slightly gasping in surprise when one human, who just so happened to be dressed in the leather apparel standard for many a rogues, dropped to his knees suddenly and then began to stroke a pale hand across the hard length of a green tauric dragon's flesh, only to have a limber tail snap out to wrap around his midsection. Instead of being punished for such audacity, the green scaled owner of said tail brought the furless male to the front of his face and then licked him across his face, all the way down to his throat. The human seemed unperturbed by this, in truth, the other looked as pleased as peach to be showered with such adoration for the other, if the wide, adoring smile on his ruggedly handsome face was anything to go by. Suel found his paws following the pair as they, or rather the dragonspawn, made their way forward towards the forest where the night elf and Bure'hen had traveled to.

Over the course of the next few minutes the transformed wolvar caught sights of more and more unabashed intimacy taking place between the tauric dragons and those who were close to them. The sight of couples, or triples, kissing one another became the backdrop for Suel as he made his way towards the deep see of dark green, however, once he crossed the threshold of the towering oaks the sights before his threatened to send him spiraling down a path of bewilderment, the likes of which switched off his rational brain and yet made his black, feline cock jump up in attention in between his legs. Watching as a female draenei was, not so much stripped bar but torn out of her clothes by a large, black dragonspawn, caused Suel to pause momentarily in his steps. Usually no female would allow herself to so easily be stripped bare, however the purple skinned woman in question seemed not to care about such liberties being taken with both herself and her clothing, as the massive male above her used his claws to incautiously rend her garments apart.

Once the female had been made nude, she giggled as her much larger lover reached down to cautiously caress his scaled head across her plump bosom. The twin mounds jiggled up and down as the black tauric dragon leaned down, opened his mouth, and slathered his ropey tongue all around his smaller lover's pert nipples, exciting them to the point where they stood out like soldiers on the draenei's body. Suel wanted to stick around to watch what happened next, especially when the dragonspawn started to nibble around the draenei's breast, making the woman gasp out loud in abandonment, however, his body forced him to continue forward.

Visions such as this continued to fill the druid's blue gaze, as he watched numerous males settle themselves neatly underneath their larger draconic partners, before opening their mouth to swallow down massive pillars of slickened flesh which hung like branches in between the tauric creature's legs. That many of the males, of various castes and ages, all gently stroked rubbed their hands underneath the draconic creature's bodies almost as if in worship of the beasts was something that Suel couldn't help but notice.

The transformed druid couldn't help noticing that more than a few females had themselves laid out across cut trees, their naked bodies tauntingly rolling back and forth in open invitation for the scaled taurians that looked down at them with eager hunger shimmering within their multicolored eyes, the sight of one large dragonspawn rolling his massive ribbed maleness, which had to been more than a foot long, across the line of one female troll's spine caused Suel to wonder if the dragonspawn would even be able to enter into the almost tiny female's sopping sex. His answer came when the troll hiked herself up across a cut tree, awkwardly inviting the tip of her lover's spiked tip to kiss her the outer folds of her twat. Suel lopped forward right before the troll was split open by the other, his elongated ears catching the sounds of twisted pleasure bubbling from out of the smaller female's lips, telling him all that he needed to know about how good the blue skinned woman was feeling right then and there.

Suel didn't know where he was going, an invisible tug seemed to pull him past several moonwells, all of which thrummed with pulses of uncorrupted energy that the wolvar druid couldn't help but drink in as he walked by them, and yet his paws and instincts seemed to be trying to carry him to someplace important. As he moved about his way, the feral druid's sapphire eyes caught numerous displays of debauchery taking place around him, from muscular taurens holding themselves up against the side of towering trees as their draconic lovers pounded their plush rumps over and over again with mounting force, to dainty females kissing across a sitting dragonspawn's steel hard arousal, all the while they would be caressing each other's breasts, mashing them up and down along the length of said creature's manhood, drawing out sticky strings of clear, musly goop, of which rain rained down onto their various colored hair, Suel saw every kind of sexual play at work there at the moment. And, being the sexually active creature that he was, the wolvar wanted nothing more than to go over to many of these couples and place himself next to them in order to help bolster the intimate fervor which seemed to have captured all those present. The mere idea of shoving his face within a female's pussy and licking her out as a large dragonspawn prepared to mount her oozing folds sparked a plume of lust deep inside of Suel that threatened to drive him completely mad; his need to breed was growing so deeply within his chest that he found his vision becoming blurred as wanton desire literally clouded his senses, but his feet wouldn't let him pause.

There was somewhere important he had to be right then, and no matter how exotic the sight of a red scaled dragonspawn cradling his male night elf lover within his hands while stealing the other's breath away with a soul devouring kiss looked right then and there, he couldn't stop himself from moving forward.

It took several more minutes of traveling between Suel finally stopped, his legs having finally led him to where he needed to be.

Blinking to try and make sure that what he was seeing was correct, the wolvar gasped as he watched a familiar looking worgen bounce his plush rump up and down along the massive length of a blue dragonspawn's pitch black erection. The transformed druid couldn't believe what he was bearing witness to as he watched the black and gray furred male's stomach bloat outward almost comically from the twitching mass which continuously buried itself quite deeply within the naked wolfman's body. The fact that the other was openly panting and drooling in gratuitous desire was something that amazed Suel to no end, because he usually never saw males in such open displays of physical rapture, though that have been because he usually kept his own sexual desires focused on Erya and Jeva. However, here in this tranquil place with Elune looking up above them, the shapeshifted wolvar couldn't help admiring the long haired male as he threw his head back after pressing his furry hands onto his squirming lover's underscales. That the worgen was being mindful of his sharp claws, and how much damage they could probably do to such a vulnerable part of his squirming lover's body, spoke volumes about how much experience the pair had with one another. Suel jumped slightly when the telltale slap of flesh hitting flesh filled his ears, looking down, the wolvar nodded in approval upon seeing the wolfman's tailless rump arching up and then dipping down onto the dragonspawn's lower end. How the other wasn't being split open by the foot and a half shaft which throbbed with ample need inside of his body was something Suel wasn't sure of, however, what was more curious was the fact that the tauric dragon, whose scaled head was thrown back onto the ground in obvious lust, seemed to have complete control over his lower limbs, as neither his four jerking feet, nor his swinging tail, made motions to endanger his much smaller lover, despite their uncoordinated motions.

Suel found himself rather transfixed when the worgen tilted his head to look at the blue tauric dragon, grinning at the other in an almost predatory sort of way, before fully dropping himself down onto the black ribbed cock. Both males howled from this, Suel could only guess that the pleasure was beyond comprehension, as the bipedal male's erection, which currently stood firm outside of his plump, black furred sheath, twitched wildly before spraying out syrupy threads of liquid musk onto the blue dragonspawn's white scaled belly. The transformed druid quickly realized that the other hadn't released his semen onto his lover just yet, despite the spectacular explosion, but instead squirted out a fountain of pre-come. Curiosity over how the worgen hadn't been sent over into the throes of climax from such a forceful thrust urged Suel to silently pad his way forward to get an up close and personal look at the pair.

The glistening fluids sparkled underneath Elune as she drifted high above the clear night sky above the three of them. Suel would never be able to say why he did it, but a loud compulsion within his head told him that he needed to sample the wolfman's spilled essence. The taste of the shimmering male sap proved to be rather delicious, as the feline druid coated his tongue along the tauric dragon's white underbelly without prompting again, and again, and again. Over and over his tongue swept across the dragonspawn's upturned body, despite the glowing gold eyes of the other now scowling at him. The slurping sound of flesh retreating from flesh alerted Suel to the fact that something had changed within the moment, and yet, he kept his head down in a focused attempt to get more of the addictive liquid which seemed to be constantly covering the beast's body. Suel only paused in what he was doing when the sensation of something wet and warm ghosted across his now lifted tail. Turning his head around, the feral druid found himself looking into the twinkling gold eyes of a rather cheeky black and gray worgen.

Suel blinked at this, twisting his head around to notice that, yes, the other had removed himself from humping his tight butt up and down along the black shaft which stood like a towering obelisk in between the blue dragonspawn's legs.

Opening his muzzle to let out a mewl of confusion, the wolvar found himself being turned forward by a deceptively strong hand. Whatever resistance Suel might have tried to summon up refused to obey his call to action, as he found his sapphire eyes turning just in time to see the tauric dragon glaring at him with a look that spoke volumes. A ribbon of fear tied itself around the transformed druid's heart once he realized that the scaly creature was broadcasting the most honest sense of disdain one could muster for someone else towards him, however, that strip of emotion was quickly unfasted by a warning growl echoing from out of the worgen's throat. The blue dragonspawn's ire immediately buckled under the force of the sound, of which seemed to shake the entire forest. Once the scaly beast was properly chastised, Suel found himself being gently prodded forward to the point where his jet black nose came into contact with the wobbling pillar in front of his face. For a third time that evening, the wolvar's nose was coated in the spicy musk of a dragonspawn's manhood, though being as close to the source as he was now, Suel couldn't think to try and resist his instincts as they whispered to him to do what he did best when it came to making those around him feel comfortable with his presence.

There was no need for instructions after the tongue at his backside returned to sweeping along the length of his tight pink pucker, Suel simply set his paws forward, and then began licking the juicy pillar of flesh as though it were the last piece of meat on earth. A chuckle bounced against the wolvar's ears, making them lower ever so slightly, however he couldn't bring himself to look back at the bestial man who had made the sound, as he quickly found himself becoming drunk off of the taste of the spire of dragon cock pressed firmly against his nose. That the tauric dragon curled his tail around to caress Suel's chin was the only sign that the other was somewhat comfortable with what was happening at the moment, though that might have just been a subject of conjecture, since the shapeshifted wolvar was too busy enjoying himself to fully analyze what was happening with his larger lover at the moment.

The taste of the dragonspawn was nothing short of exhilarating, like a spiced slab of meat that had been set out underneath the sun to both naturally season, the tauric dragon's manhood was nothing short of delectable to the transformed druid's taste buds. Humping his lower half forward became an instinctual move, not so much from the tongue drilling deep into his insides, though that did help things along quite a bit, but from the electric sensations that kissing and sucking along the tauric dragon's flesh brought about within Suel's mind. The flavor was white hot on the transformed wolvar's coarse tongue, almost as if the other's tastes were being branded with a flavor that he would never get an opportunity to forget. The tusked feline found himself playfully nipping the blue beast's turgid cock, eliciting shivers from its owner as he did so, when his mind taunted him to do as such. Strong gouts of pre-come shot out from the dragonspawn's erection following this move, anointing Suel's head with the steamy liquid churning within the other's balls. Not that the wolvar druid cared. He was having too much fun rubbing his lower body up against the other cool, slick scales to mind such a thing at the moment.

The transformed druid only paused in his worship over the blue dragonspawn's flesh when he found himself being hefted up into the air suddenly. A mewl of confusion escaped from out of Suel's muzzle as the punchdrunk druid tried to understand what exactly was happening right then and there. His answer came in the form of his furry body being situated in such a way that he was lying face forward towards the tauric dragon. Turning his head around was an instinctual action for which the wolvar druid had no control over once he felt a strong throbbing sensation flutter apart his rump cheeks. As expected, the blue dragonspawn's rigged cock was planted vertically along his taut backside, the mass of flesh stood up so far that it actually curled up far over Suel's back entrance. Confusion, excitement, need, and playful exuberance instinctively drew the feral druid's tail and rump up so that his warm, furry rump could settle perfectly along the beast's cock tip.

No words were said by anyone once Suel lowered his white furred booty down onto the black spire of flesh, instead, the three males all moaned out loud from their respective positions within the sexual triumvirate that they were taking part of. Had he been more aware of the situation, Suel would have found it odd that the worgen would have been moaning in time with him and the tauric dragon, as he was knelt next to the other's head, slowly kissing the monstrous creature along the side of its scaled face, however the wolvar didn't take the time out to care about any of that. He had a dick that needed to be sheathed within his belly, after all, snd he was going to make sure that it found its place inside of him, one way or another.

Gritting his fangs as tightly as he could manage, Suel dropped his backside further down along the length of the other male's large cock, his experienced tailhole literally gobbling the ribbed flesh up one inch at a time. Suel groaned through clenched teeth as he felt his pink pucker expand further and further, all the way to the point where it seemed like something might tear, however, before his backside could become permanently scarred by his lascivious actions, several long vines rolled up from out of the ground to coat the blue dragonspawn's shaft, and the feral worgen's rump, in sticky plant nectar. The cool substance helped things go along quite a bit smoother from that point, as with the help of the juice now dribbling down his rump, Suel was able to slide further down the colossal shaft trailing up through his guts.

The blue dragonspawn released moans of pleasure and tension from the feeling of the tight kitty's butt gripping him oh so wonderfully as it was right then and there, though even through the pleasure he was feeling, the tauric dragon sought to try and control its lower half from impaling the smaller feline onto the last eight or so inches of flesh which still remained outside of its body. The stress of the creature's restraint was such that it gripped its clawed fingers together as tightly as it could in an attempt to hold itself back from destroying the smaller male. The scaled beast found its resolve helped along immensely thanks to its mate reaching out to caress his blue scaled face. Golden eyes blinked open to see the face of the worgen it most cherished staring back at it with a look of adoration that seemed to speak volumes as to how proud the other was at the moment. This helped to settle the tauric dragon's growing need to destroy the feral druid's ass with his cock, a good thing too, because Suel decided that enough was enough and fully forced himself down onto the other's dick.

Two yowls echoed throughout the night sky at that point, one of which was filled with a rampant bliss, the likes of which had nothing to do with the butterfly kisses that it was receiving from the chuckling wolfman next to it.

Suel had just enough time to appreciate the feat he had managed to accomplish before his body was hoisted up and down by the strong flanks of the blue dragonspawn jumping back and forth against the grassy knoll underneath its upturned body. The feral druid was forced to flex and then dig its claws deep into the monstrous form underneath it in an effort to hold on tight for the mind numbingly delicious ride he was now being taken on. Suel's tongue quickly lolled out from his lips as his nerves snapped and sparked with pleasure like no other, the dragonspawn's cock hitting all the right sweet spots inside of him to take him to a higher level of rapture than he had ever felt before. His own cock, which was now liberally coated in his pre-come, waved up and down in between his back legs at the same time his tail snapped behind his back like an angry serpent. There was no way that this should have been so good, but at the moment Suel found it hard to form coherent thoughts, that was just how fantastic he felt from the dragonspawn fucking him against its belly.

The worgen who had initiated everything watched the pleasure dancing within Suel's face with a dark sense of amusement as he swirled his tongue within his younger lover's muzzle. His own cock throbbed happily within his clawed hand as he relentlessly jack hammered his calloused fist across his knotted length of dark red flesh. Mentally drawing forth the vines he had conjured up from out of the ground, the worgen commanded them to wrap themselves around Suel's drooling shaft before drawing up several more around his backside to plunge themselves deeply into his loosened back door. Both the wolfman and Suel moaned out in time as their prostates were stroked in just the right manner to cause stars to pop out in front of their eyes, the worgen grunted as he pulled himself back to look at Rath'gren. The blue dragonspawn's golden eyes were half lidded as he drowned within the bliss that was the wolvar's tight tailhole clenching down across his maleness; had this been any other moment then wild jealousy would have instantly flooded the worgen's mind at the thought of someone else bringing his lover such pleasure, but as it was, their special little guest was exactly what the both of them needed right now, and so the wolfman allowed himself to fall deeply into the pleasure overcoming his mind and soul, as both he and Rath'gren mentally shared their passion with one another.

The three males writhed against the ground, and one another's muscular bodies, as they rutted against each other for minutes without end. Moans, groans, and pants of wild pleasure filled the three male's ears as they soaked up the bliss that came with sharing themselves with one another. So good and powerful was the moment at hand, that by the time Elune found herself drifting high into the sky nearly an hour later the first few telltale signs of their coming orgasms were just now about to come into being, the sounds of various calls and roars of pleasure echoed out throughout the sacred forest right before Suel and his two companions let loose their own bellows of mind shattering euphoria.

The feral druid was the first to crash over the wave of bliss, his head snapping up to the sky as the vines tightened around his shaft in just the right way to mimic a fist gripping his barbed manhood. Suel's body completely tightened as white furred balls drew themselves up and then released their stored contents up through his cock and then out of his tip over onto the blue tauric dragon's white underbelly.

The roar the wolvar released was absorbed by the draconic cry which the blue dragonspawn sang out once his body felt the smaller male's insides clench vice tight around his throbbing erection. His internal tests jumped at the same time his dick flexed inside of Suel's anus, filling the cat with his patented liquid heat, the quantity of which made his belly expand outwards, before spilling out from the loosened pink hole that his black obelisk of a cock was jackhammering itself into.

The sight of his mate writhing within the arms of pleasure was all the worgen needed to get himself off. Reaching down to squeeze his knot hard enough to simulate the tie he would have created once he knotted the younger male's backside, the worgen let out his own call of pleasure as frothy yellow cum spat out across the dragonspawn's shoulder and chest at the same time the vines within the wolfman's backside punched forward inside of his sopping pucker. The worgen bit off his outcry rather quickly as he leaned forward then shoved his tongue deep inside of his lover's maw, drinking down the tastes of the one who he had given his heart and soul to.

The three males rode out their orgasms for several minutes until they finally had nothing more to give. Once the waves of rapture returned back to the ever present sea of bliss within their minds, the trio slumped forward, with Suel falling forward within the wet spot that he had created onto the dragonspawn's underbelly. That the cock within him slipped out from his backside with a wet slurp was something that was not missed by the transformed wolvar, as the fast retreat of the black flesh filling him up was both delightful and queer to feel, the sensation of suddenly being empty was one that Suel wasn't sure what to think about, and so he chose not to, instead, he focused on the blood rushing within his ears from how fast his heart was hammering within his chest. For its part, the blue dragonspawn leaned its head back and then shut its golden eyes, the scaly beast's muzzle then gently opened and closed as hot puffs of air escaped from out of its throat. The worgen was the only one to retain some semblance of control over himself, though not that much, as he leaned down over his mate's body and then began kissing the other's belly scales. He then reached a hand out to rub over Suel's head, eliciting purrs from the other, right as his hand began to glow with a soft green light.