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"Dogs and Cats"

The thundering of planks over Dexter's head was enough to make his ears pound as he ran through the ship at top speed, feeling the weight of his latest score sagging from a bag in his right claw. The black furred worgen leaped a banister and dropped down yet another deck into the bowels of the vessel, heading toward his escape in a hurried attempt to outrun his pursuers. They weren't supposed to know he was there, but they had set up an alarm specifically to reveal stealthed intruders that woke the entire crew. He could still hear them howling and barking orders to chase him down. Orcs, Trolls and Tauren were all after him and he only knew one escape would get him out relatively unscathed. His boots splashed into water that had leaked in through the loosened planks adding a soft sloshing as he made his way to the hold. He glanced over his shoulders. "Silly blokes, can't catch their asses with both hands." He crouched down and placed his claw over a marking inscribed on the floor. "Sorry, gotta cover my tracks. Nothin' personal."

He slid his claws over the rune, which flashed purple and suddenly it vanished along with the section of wood that it was attached to. Dexter gasped loudly as he was suddenly yanked out through the force of the water being dragged in. He hated getting wet fur; especially salt water as it rushed past his face as he pushed it from his nostrils, twisting as he made his way upward until he exploded through the surface and took a deep breath. Turning around he watched as the ship; now entering a panicked alarm and the night now filling with the cries of the men and women aboard it.

"You always gotta smell like wet dog, Dex?"

The familiar voice made the rogue smirk in glee as he turned to see the puffy-haired white worgen reaching a claw out for him. Pleased and giving a chuckle himself, he reached up and took hold of Morrice's hand and with a grunt and a fierce tugged, managed to pull the priest into the water. "HEYYY!" He exclaimed before making the splash down and Dex climbed up onto the shore. "Look who's talkin'." He laughed as he looked back to see the other worgen drenched and looking back at him with disdain.

With a growl, Morrice tackled Dex and pinned him to the ground, then curled in, resting on the rogue's large black chest instead. "Took you long enough to get back, I was starting to get a little worried."

Dexter chuckled deep and extracted the bottle from the bag he had swiped. "Oh but is it gonna be worth it?" He asked, shaking it back and forth to allow the liquid to slosh inside.

Morrice's ears perked up. "Is it what we were told?"

The amber dark bottle almost shimmered in the low light from the campfire, but the label was unmistakable. "Looks like, and aside from bein' a little wet with sea water it's perfectly sealed."

Weeks ago, Morrice and Dexter had received an anonymous tip that a local pirate captain had come across an extremely rare brand of goblin ale. So rare in fact that there was no name for it, only a label written in their ancient language and a blank line across the image of a random goblin's head profile. A brand of ale that was aged for between twelve and twenty years at the time of its make, and the last bottle manufactured had been sold nearly fifty years ago. The worgen stared at the liquid swimming around inside and Morrice could hardly resist running a claw across it. "So we gonna sell it or drink it?"

"A bottle of this vintage and age could fetch us a cool million or two gold from the auction house." Dexter mused. "But it could be the best fucking ale we've ever tasted. Such a hard choice."

"Well I think we could use a break..." He said with a bit of a growl as he pulled Dexter in and kissed him, tangling his tongue around Dex's and inhaling sharply as he felt the rogue's 'other' weapon stabbing him gently in the abdomen. "How 'bout our favorite Winterspring hotspring?" He asked.

Dexter moaned softly as he felt his mate's needing claws practically digging into his hips as they rounded his backside urgently. "Mmmm all the way to Winterspring? It could take a few days." He said.

"Not necessarily." Morrice replied as he pulled himself away and walked over to the bag lying on the ground and picked it up. "I bought a spell scroll when we were in the swamps a few days ago, a teleportation spell from a mage that said all I've got to do is have a destination in mind and say this incantation and boom, portal."

"You sure it's that simple?" Dexter asked. "I mean there's reasons mages are the only ones that conjure these things."

"How hard could it--watch it!" He lunged forward as the bottle that Dex had placed down began to tip and Morrice reached out to grab it.

His catch narrowly grabbed the bottle, but as it slipped, the edge caught on the rock and with a slight click, they could see a minor drip immediately begin from the sealed container. "Oh no, no no no!" Dex said. "Come on, let's not waste the chance!"

Morrice handed Dexter the bottle and unfolded the yellowed sheet that had been dripped on by the contents of the bottle and for a brief moment, he could have sworn he saw the letters glittering. But after blinking his eyes, they appeared normal, if not smudged out. "Uhm... "Aperi portae; transportari possent per spatium..." He narrowed his eyes as he tried to read what had been smudged by the wine: "Animus meus destination in contrarium mutât locis et tempore."

Suddenly, what looked like lightning and static surged from the note, causing it to evaporate immediately and a strange bright blue portal appeared before them.

"That...doesn't look right." Dexter pointed out.

He was right; while normally a mage's portal was a shimmering bluish bubble, this portal was blue with a slightly darker blue center providing no motion as opposed to the spinning animation a mage's portal had with it, and the pair stared oddly at it. Hearing a cracking of tree branches, the pair turned without having a chance to investigate it only to see a crew of at least half a dozen pirates making their way down the bank toward them.

"There they are! Get them!" A tauren bellowed and the crew began to charge toward them.

Dexter and Morrice looked at one another and both reached out to touch the portal simultaneously, they instantly felt the pull of the magic and all of a sudden the world around them flashed white. There was a moment where they felt as though they were falling, Morrice and Dexter locked hands as they felt a rapid and harsh descent through the strange space they found themselves in and suddenly:

"SPLAAAAAASH!"

Water surrounded them; hot water to be exact, causing both worgen to gag and hold their breaths briefly as they each flailed about and found the bottom, pushing themselves up a good three feet to the bubbling surface with a heavy gasp of surprise.

"What--what was that?" Dexter asked in between coughing fits, trying to force the water from his nose as Morrice too gagged and wiped his arm over his mouth, trying to push out the taste of boiling spring water. "Where are we?"

Morrice coughed. "I think we're here." He said as he spun around and looked. "Did we make it to Winterspring?"

Dexter glanced to the sky that was only just now reaching the twilight color instead of it being late at night like it was where they left. "What is this place?" He asked.

This didn't appear to be Winterspring at all; instead of dunes of white and the cold feeling of snow, it was a much more modest environment. Surrounded by looming trees, he could easily see from their leaves that they were no longer in Stranglethorn Vale where they started out at either. The spring they found themselves in was fairly isolated, hidden by the stone lip of what looked to be an old and shallow cave, which gave them plenty of opportunity to examine just how different this environment was to them. "What the balls?" Dexter turned rapidly around. "Where the fuck did you send us?"

Morrice had pushed himself up out of the water and was trying to wring the water from his clothes before responding. "I'm not sure, but that was a hell of a dunk." He said as he reached down and yanked at his shirt, pulling it off, revealing a lean but puffy white coat of fur. "This seems like just as good a place as any to have a little bit of fun."

"You're not at all concerned we aren't where you were supposed to send us?" Dexter asked as he watched Morrice unlatched his belt and stripped down completely. His cock bobbing instantly caught the rogue off guard as his eyes fell to watching it. "Urm..." He hummed a bit as the wolf slipped into the spring with him.

As Morrice straddled Dexter's lap, his cock pressed against the under-armor bulge that pressed tightly against the fabric, causing the rogue to grunt almost uncomfortably. "Does it really matter?" The priest purred, pressing his nose against Dexter's. "Or are we going to work on that bottle now that we're alone."

Dexter watched Morrice's body flex, then relax as his arms wrapped around his waist. The white fur looked like a puff ball as he pulled the priest's hips and dragged him just a little closer, feeling the cock press against his abdomen below the water. "It's getting a little bit hot in here..." He answered, softly panting.

"Is that so?" Morrice asked as his claws dragged down Dexter's muscular chest toward his hips, teasingly running his fingers behind the rogue's belt. "Well maybe we can turn up the heat a little bit."

Morrice didn't openly breathe in deep, he simply pulled the air through his nostrils before sinking down under the water. It wasn't so hot that he couldn't open his eyes under the surface, in fact the springwater didn't feel at all acidic. It was almost like bath water, which was perfect. He could feel Dexter's hands move uneasily along his shoulders as Morrice flicked back the man's belt and pulled his trousers down. Commando; the rogue always went commando, and his rigid cock sprang out of his pants ready to go. He caught the flesh with his right hand and gave it a squeeze before slipping his lips over its tip and diving down hard on his erection. He felt Dexter physically shudder at the sudden warmth of his mouth and could hear the man sigh from above the water's surface as he leaned back. Morrice wrapped his fingers around his mate's balls and tugged them as he indulged himself with a thick suck, having evacuated the water from his mouth as he did so. He could feel his teeth grating lightly against the flesh and he could hear Dexter start to growl, his chest radiating the sound into the water as he did so. His saliva drooling from his mouth quickly vanished into the water as his nose began to leak bubbles that sailed to the surface. He was going to have to come up for air in a moment, but not before fully removing Dexter's pants and tossing them from the water. He deep throated the rogue's thick shaft until his lungs began to burn and instantly, he brought his face to the surface with a mighty gasp for air as soon as he emerged. His nose resting against Dexter's with a coy look on his face. "So, about that ale..." He said finally, gliding his finger along the sweaty bottle left forgotten by the side.

He didn't have a chance to say anything else as the lust overtook the rogue and Dexter pulled Morrice in for a deep and passionate kiss. His cock rode along the cleft of the priest's ass, prodding firmly at the flesh between as his hands firmly gripped at his waist. Morrice parted his lips for an audible gasp as Dexter resorted to nibbling firmly at his partner's neck. His body firm against the priest, his muscles flexing with nearly every movement as he shifted Morrice into place. The penetration was enough for Morrice to squeak out a gasp of pleasure as he leaned back and let the cock push into him. It was a rolling lean, his own member penetrating the water's surface, rising very erect against the other worgen's jet black pelt of fur. Beads of precum escaped, dripping invisibly along Dexter's abdomen and down into the water as he grunted and thrust in again.

"F-Fuck..." Morrice moaned, placing his claw on Dexter's large chest. "Dex..." He moaned as his backside slid down the length, almost hitting the base almost immediately. Every thrust up only sent shocks of pleasure through his system and his cock twitched each time in response. "Mmmphhh..."

Dexter pulled Morrice in closer, wrapping his arms even tighter around the leaner worgen's waist and growling in anticipation as he stood and tilted Morrice back against the opposite edge of the spring, grinding in even harder and making him whimper and moan loudly as he was fucked. Dex could feel Morrice's grip tighten against his shoulders and release in almost a massage pattern as a climax began to swell deep within his crotch. With a deep, hearty grunt, he began to feel himself cum deep into Morrice's waiting ass. "Oh gods, you feel a-mazing!" Dexter's entire body grew rigid as he thrust in one final time and held himself in, his body twitching and twisting with each pulse unloaded into the priest. At last, his strength waned and he almost collapsed onto Morrice before withdrawing and settling back into the waters once again still breathing heavily. "I needed that..." He said, looking at Morrice with a smile.

Morrice smiled back and winked at his partner. "Oh, I know." He said assuringly. "We could all use a little release from time to time."

Dexter smirked and eyed Morrice's visible erection still bobbing just above the surface of the water as he grabbed the bottle of ale, only about a quarter of the way drained due to the slow leak. "You didn't though."

"I didn't have much of a chance." Morrice winked. "Don't worry, I'll take care of this later."

"Don't worry, he says." Dexter chuckled as he used his teeth to yank the cork from the bottle and spit it off before taking a swig and handing it to the priest. "Like I'm going to let you go all day with that?"

Morrice felt Dexter's claws pulling at him under the water, but was caught mid-swig by the approach of two forms moving in from a distance and quickly he righted himself in the spring.

He didn't recognize these creatures, they looked like two lions walking around on two legs; neither he nor Dexter had seen the likes of them before, though if they hadn't had manes the would have resembled Saberon. He pondered for a moment if they somehow ended up in Draenor due to the spell. The two of them slowed their approach as they noticed the worgen; one of them had a white pelt of fur with black stripes and a mane, the other had more gray fur and a dirty blond mane and both were scantily dressed with small cloths wrapped around their waists, which barely left anything to the imagination.

"What have we here?" The gray one said. "Lupin?"

"It isn't impossible, but we rarely get Lupin in these woods." The other responded.

"What the fuck are Lupin?"

The pair of cats looked at one another, then back to Dexter. "Our apologies, I'd simply assumed as you appear canine in nature that you would have been some part of a nearby pack of what we call Lupin."

"Our kind are called Worgen." Morrice explained. "I assumed this may have been some part of Draenor, but if you're not Saberon then I am guessing that we aren't where we thought we were."

The pair only exceeded their previous looks of confusion. "I--I'm afraid I did not understand a word you just said." The white one said. "This is the home of my clan, the Rak'tika Greatwood. I am called Runar, this is my friend Bragi. A merchant from a city called the Crystarium."

"Oh good. And here I thought I wasn't confused before." Dexter replied.

"I'm Morrice and this is Dexter. We aren't really from any place in particular, I guess you could consider us more nomads. Sometimes mercenaries for hire. But we've never heard of this place, we're from a world called Azeroth."

"How interesting." Runar replied, grazing his thumb under his chin as the thought processed through his mind. "Well, we were intent on visiting the springs. But as you have claimed them for the time being, we shall come back later."

"Don't be silly." Dexter said, sliding back against the ledge of the spring. "There's plenty of room, why not join us?"

"You would not mind bathing with two strangers?" Bragi asked.

"Not at all." Dexter said. "You both seem friendly enough, and we won't bite...well...not unless you ask us to first, anyway."

"Alright, we will join you then." Runar said cheerily. "The more the merrier I think is the phrase that best describes this?"

The two males climbed the short hill to the rim of the spring and before submerging into the pool, removed their towels. Both were well muscled, though Runar's butt was a bit more rounded than that of Bragi, their fur fluffed a bit as they submerged to their necks in the hot water, Bragi leaning back fully and giving off a sigh of relaxation as the bubbles of the spring settled back in around them. "So what brings you pair to the greatwood today?" He asked.

Dexter and Morrice looked at one another before Dexter replied. "It was sort of by accident, Morrice here had purchased a mage's spell of teleportation which should have dropped us somewhere else, but something went wrong and we ended up here."

"What about you two?" Morrice asked. "I know you're not the Saberon from our world, so...what are you? What is this place?"

"We are Ronso." Bragi announced proudly thumping his hand against his chest and splashing water. "You have come to a world called Norvandt; to the Rak'tika Greatwood, home of the Night's Blessed such as Runar here."

"Bragi, please." Runar said, waving his hand in embarrassment. "It is a pleasure to meet you both. I'm sure this is a lot to take in; but oddly enough, this isn't the first time we've met strangers from another world."

"So, run-of-the mill routine then?" Dexter asked, handing the bottle over to Bragi, who immediately took a heavy drink from the ale.

The gray Ronso almost gasped out loud as he swallowed the ale hard and he shook his head. "WHEW! By the gods! That is strong enough to burn the nose hairs out of a bison's nostrils!"

Runar examined the bottle as it was handed to him. "It has a leak in it." He pointed out.

"Well that's why we're trying to finish it off." Morrice replied. "Waste not want not, right?"

"I suppose not." The Ronso replied as he too imbibed a drink, and reacting with a scrunching of his face. "It certainly tastes of vintage spirits. That is certain."

"Eighty or so years of aging, I agree." Dexter said with a laugh before taking another drink himself.

Soon the bottle itself had whittled down to nearly nothing and all four lay in the spring under its influence; Runar resting between Bragi and Dexter, though a bit closer to Dexter than he had been originally, Dex with his arms spread out so they reached behind Runar's head and Morrice's head on his left, while Bragi rested spread out and very nearly floating naked on the surface of the water. Even the experience between the four of them, they found themselves particularly affected by the spirits they had guzzled from the bottle. Runar lifted the rim of the bottle to his tongue, only to feel a single drop fall from it to his lips. Drunkenly, he gazed into the bottle, and discarded it off to the side. "It... would seem that the spirits have *hic* left us." He observed.

"Oh, they are still here Runar." Morrice whispered, not opening his eyes as he rested back against Dexter's arms. "You just have to know where to find them."

"I am blitzed out of my mind." Dexter added. "I don't see how that's possible, I've drank multiple dwarves under the table, how could this be any different?"

"What did you do to them under the table would be my question?" Bragi added before sighing deeply. "Sorry, silly question. For some reason I smell heavy amounts of sex in the air, and that sets my mind down a very lewd path."

"Oh I certainly do not mind." Runar said as he brought his head up. "It adds an air of intrigue to our guests, do you not agree?"

"What do you mean, Runar?"

"Ah, nothing." Runar replied. "But if you will excuse me, that ale passed through me as though I were made of tissue." He said as he shifted and stood, briefly and surely on purpose brandishing his semi-erect cock in front of Dexter's face before stepping off the ledge and heading back down toward the woods. Dexter watched as Runar's white figure disappeared behind some trees and his smirk continued as he looked at Bragi and Morrice, the other Worgen giving the slightest of head tilts toward Runar's direction and his grin widened. "Perhaps I could stand to drain the lizard myself. Excuse me, you two." He said as he swung his legs from the water and got up, also leaving the pair behind.

Morrice sighed and laid back, closing his eyes briefly before opening them again to look at the darkened sky above; when had it gotten to be night time already? He rested his arms back behind his head and stared up into the stars, letting his mind drift with the buzz left behind in the ale's wake. Suddenly the feel of a warm claw pressed against his chest woke him enough to look at Bragi, who had moved in close. "Are you asleep?" He asked.

"N-no. Just enjoying the moment." Morrice replied as the rather nicely built Ronso moved closer, his claws dragging slowly down his body.

"Do you prefer that I left you alone?"

Morrice smiled softly. "Do you have to ask that?"

Bragi moved even closer, his large chest pressing against Morrice's fluffier fur. "It's considered polite, if I were to be frank I would have to confess how much I have wanted to feel your ass from the moment I saw you sitting here." He purred as his tongue combed a bit along Morrice's neck. "Do you think your partner would mind?"

"I'm s-sure he wouldn't." Morrice stammered at the man's confident touch, the warm air washing over his neck as Bragi turned Morrice's head in toward him for a kiss.

There was a soft splashing as the Ronso pulled Morrice toward him a surprisingly thick cock riding along the inside of his thight as Bragi wrapped Morrice's legs around him and pressed himself closer. His hands cupped Morrice's backside, idly pulling his taut cheeks apart as he growled and pressed his weight firmly onto him. "Such a beautifully shaped ass." He purred as he felt Morrice's legs pressing against him, pulling him close.

Bragi was surprisingly thick, his cock pressing against Morrice's ass was almost akin to feeling a fire hydrant poking at his entrance, but Bragi was surprisingly gentle with his approach; going slowly as he pushed against Morrice's hole, he kissed him and ran his fingers along every square inch of the Worgen's chest, even finding a nipple hidden beneath the pelt and giving it a good firm tug, making Morrice gasp in enjoyment as their bodies grinded together. Wordlessly, Bragi's arms passed under each of Morrice's legs and lifted them upward and out of the water as he moved in even closer. Resting Morrice's legs on his broadened shoulders he pressed inward and the warm grip of Morrice's ass wrapped tightly around his cock, both of them gasped aloud and he curled himself in closer. "You best be prepared, I've been told I take a good while to climax." He said with a grin.

Morrice chuckled lightly and wrapped his arms around Bragi's neck, holding himself in place. "Good." He answered back, moaning as he felt the Ronso's girth press in deeper.

Runar hadn't made it far after leaving the spring; he didn't need to piss, but he needed to step away to keep from embarrassing himself. He found a large tree to stop at and lean on as he began to stroke himself off almost instantly. He had to get the image of these strangers from his mind, flooding it with such lewd thoughts. He didn't want to offend them, though the insane heft of the sex smell made him think they wouldn't mind. He just didn't want to be like that. Resting against the tree with one arm while his other worked at his organ worked fine for him. He muffled out his moans and lustful growls by burying his face into his arm, when he was surprised by a large hand rounding his ass. He gasped and noticed that Dexter had followed him into the woods.

"Dex--" Runar started, but was cut off by a sudden shove against the tree that caught him off guard as the Worgen grabbed his backside and lewdly met it to his cold, wet nose. "Wh-what are--?"

"You're too modest for your own good, Runar. Just shut up and enjoy this, I know I will."

Before he could say anything else, Runar's words were interrupted by an audible gasp passing from his lips as he felt Dexter's warm, thick tongue dragging its way up his ass. His toes curled and he huffed as he felt it slide from the very base of his balls straight up the cleft of his ass. Dex pulled the Ronso's tail aside and continued his tongue's trail up and into the depths of his hole. He shivered; he'd never been taken advantage of like this before, and he liked it. His knees trembled, his heart was racing at the sheer nervousness of the moment; but Dexter knew exactly what buttons to press, and he was currently pressing them all.

"Quite the ass you have on you, Runar." Dexter said, pulling his tongue back for a moment to grin at the man. "Do many of your kind take such good care of themselves?"

He didn't wait for a response as Dexter went straight back into rimming the Ronso, and any response Runar could have given was simply lost in another elongated moan as he instinctively pushed his ass out toward the Worgen enjoying a thorough meal. Dexter's hand climbed Runar's back, arching it slightly before he slowly rose and dragged his cock along the white butt. Sliding it deep into the cleft until it caught onto the well lubricated flesh lining and he pushed in without any hesitation, making Runar bellow out a deep roar as he almost came immediately from the sudden deep pressure he felt in his stomach. He could feel his cock begin to spring precum all over his shaft, which dripped down to the ground under them. Dexter growled and tightened his hold on Runar's hip before penetrating him as hard and as far as he can, pressing him hard against the tree as he did so. Their balls slapped together, though the fur on them quite thoroughly masked out the sound. Runar thrust his hips back, pounding himself hard against Dexter, feeling the rigidity of his abdomen as it lunged forward back into him again and again. Runar sometimes found himself to be a strong power bottom, and his body definitely worked its way hard against the grain, much to Dexter's enjoyment. Dexter more rabidly pulled on Runar's body, craning his head in to bite the feline's shoulder. His arm passed under Runar's leg and lifted it off the ground, offering him little option to resist on his own. Runar growled loudly, it wasn't in his nature to be so vocal, but the way he felt right now; so feral, so lustful, none would dare oppose him at this moment.

His leg stretched up and it was bent at the knee over Dexter's hand, their bodies rocked together as Dexter slammed Runar so hard into the tree that it had begun to creak at the weight against it. Runar felt his eyes roll back, his heart was racing. This man was about to force Runar's seed forth and there was little else he could do to stop it.

"NNNNHHH! Gods!" He huffed and panted as he began to spray his seed across the base of the tree, coating it in a thick and hefty layer of white.

"Hnn... hrrrrr....GRAHHHHHHH!" Dexter finally bellowed out as he thrust in hard and held Runar in place; both men ejecting their semen, Runar's continuing to spill on the forest floor under them while Dexter unleashed volley after volley of his load into him.

Eventually both cooled down and Dexter allowed Runar's leg to finally come down. "...I am fairly certain we woke the spirits of the woods with that ruckus." He admitted finally.

"I just needed a chance at playing with a cat." Dexter growled, pressing his forehead against Runar's.

From off in the forest, another sound caught their attention, growling and moaning. Each voice the other pair recognized as being Morrice and Bragi enjoying themselves. Runar chuckled. "You know, perhaps we can help them out." He said.

"What do you mean?"

"I have known Bragi for years; he pumps out practically a liter of cum, but it takes his body some...coaxing to release. Morrice could be up there for a couple of hours."

Dexter smiled. "I don't think he'd have a problem with that."

"Ah but that is less fun. Come on."

"Well, what do you know; one deep and brutal fucking and you are all about being lewd, aren't you?"

"Call it one of your talents then." Runar said with a smirk. "Come on!"

The pair made their way back to the spring, the sounds of the two twisted men growing louder and louder as they approached the springs and as they came across their friends, they encountered a most interesting sight:

Morrice was sitting atop Bragi, his back facing the two approaching as he slowly rode and took every thick inch the Ronso was giving him. Bragi continued to pull Morrice down by the waist, thrusting himself balls deep into the Worgen as his tail twitched and swung like a pendulum into the water under them. Runar whispered something to Dex, who nodded in agreement as he approached. "Mmm two men who aren't easy to get off, I think we can help with that."

Both Morrice and Bragi paused for a moment as the two approached them, Runar casually grazing his fingers across Bragi's backside as Dexter seated himself next to them and grinned. "Maybe I can get in on this?" He asked Bragi, who grinned at him and helped to lift Morrice off his thick cock. Morrice was almost surprised at the feeling of being passed over into Dexter's lap, the familiar cock once again straddling at his cleft; but this time, there was no pause. Dexter laid back and shifted his hips, pulling Morrice back down onto his pike and with a sloppy sound, plummeted himself deep into the worgen, who moaned loudly, holding himself up by Dexter's pectorals as Bragi moved himself in behind. Bragi positioned himself by putting his foot upon the ledge next to Dex and his cock glazed the rogue's with a glistening of precum before pressing his way inside with it.

Morrice gasped loudly as he felt both cocks slide in and nearly crumbled over in pain; as it melted away to pleasure though, his cock began to leak heavily all over his partner's black pelt. Deeper, and harder both Bragi and Dexter penetrated him until their balls sandwiched together against his backside. Bragi leaned back, gasping as the tight warmth added pressure to his urge to release when he saw Runar standing over him running a wayward hand over his newly refreshed erection. With a glance, the white Ronso pressed his cock against Bragi's lips and the merchant engulfed the meat with a purr of hunger. He felt Runar's cock pulse against his lips, a drain of semen drizzle against his tongue with a bitter-sweet taste that made his whiskers tingle. Between the pressure against his cock and the warm scent of sex filling his sinuses, it was a wonder he didn't cum immediately. Instead; he fought the urge and continued at a slow, steady pace as Runar's hand pressed against his head and he began to mount his face with the fevered moans of a man ready to blow already.

It took several minutes longer than they expected, but Bragi was the first to cum. He let out a roar as his balls pulsed and began to drain themselves deep into Morrice, wet and white fluid pouring over Dex's cock and dripping down to the water below was nearly enough for him. But he didn't release until Morrice did; Morrice let out a howl of pleasure and began to cum hard all over himself, sloshing his seed and matting it into Dexter's fur. Dexter and Runar both came at the same time, Runar's tail freezing as he began to cum hard down Bragi's gullet and Dex adding to the already thick smell of sex as he pumped his partner completely full.

After a time, no one knew whose cum was who's; and the four of them finally settled back into the spring, panting hard; exhausted from their multitude of hard orgasms that afternoon. As the wave of drunkenness from their earlier drink began to wane, they rested all in one another's arms once again.

"How has it gotten so late?" Runar said, finally breaking the silence. "I feel like I will be sleeping past noon."

"They will be expecting me back in the Crystarium soon as well." Bragi added. "But I am satisfied here..."

"I feel the same way." Runar nodded. "And what of you two? Planning on returning to this world of yours?"

Morrice paused, suddenly stricken with the realization that a pure accident had brought them here. "I'm... I'm not sure. I can repeat the spell, but I have no idea where that would take us next."

"Perhaps you can journey with me back to the Crystarium." Bragi said. "We have a great deal of mages who specialize in things like this. They are no Crystal Exarch, but perhaps they can help you return home?"

"Perhaps."

"Bahh but that can wait for another day. For now, you will enjoy the hospitality of the forest and--all the accommodations we can arrange." Runar said with a smile.

THE END