# World of Warcraft: Return to Gilneas - pt1

Author: Mlinzi Lioness
Tags: Bestiality, Fanfiction, Feral, Gay, Lion, Male/Male, Story Series, Voyeurism, Worgen, World of Warcraft, Zoophilia

#1 of World of Warcraft Book 1: Return to Gilneas

After the battle with Deathwing, Huttser Finds himself getting to know his lion pet a little better at the Lion's Pride Inn.
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The war was finally over and Deathwing lay at the bottom of  
the maelstrom. All of Azeroth was celebrating. Everyone that is except for  
Huttser. Huttser was a Worgen hunter from Gilneas. He sat petting his lion  
companion, Sambas, beside the fountain in cathedral square and watched the  
revelers dance in celebration. It was he and a group of Azeroth's greatest  
warriors that had slain the dragon aspect. With the help of Thrall; the former  
orc war chief and the other dragon aspects, they managed to prevent the world  
from being completely torn asunder by the rage of the destroyer. What a battle  
it had been.

For Huttser the nightmare had been over but there remained  
one thing he longed for. He wanted to return home to Gilneas which had been  
attacked by the undead before he left. No one knew what happened after their  
flight from the unprovoked attack. The only thing he could do now was to find  
out for himself what remained.

A small human priest walked by and interrupt his thoughts.  
She had been there making sure no one would die during the final encounter with  
Deathwing.

"Why so sad?" She asked taking a seat beside him. Even  
though he still had on his armor from the battle, which had been scorched by a  
close call, it smelled of brimstone. The human wrinkled her nose trying not to  
smell the sulfur.

"Don't worry about me, my friend." He said looking at her  
trying to smile. "I know I should celebrate like everyone else but my heart is  
elsewhere at this moment." She giggled and took his furry hand in hers.

"I know you weren't here when we finally defeated Arthas but  
you need to understand that we haven't really had a reason to celebrate since  
the lich king was removed from power." the priest had been to Icecrown and saw  
Arthas's final moments herself. What she hadn't told anyone was the fact that  
there was a new lich king. A fallen soldier had taken Arthas's place so that  
the scourge wouldn't try and destroy the rest of Azeroth. If anyone were to  
find out there would be panic and that could be just as dangerous as anything.

"I'm sorry, Thesis." He said looking downcast. "I know I  
wouldn't be here with you had it not been for Tyrande and her followers. But  
there is something that I cannot get off my mind. I wish to return to my home  
in Gilneas. King Greymane has made no attempt to return and reclaim our lost  
city. I want to find out if the city is still intact or if the undead has taken  
it over completely. I hope against hope they have not done the same thing to it  
that they did to Lordaeron." Lordaeron was now the undead capital called  
Undercity. It had once been a beautiful place where Arthas was supposed to rule  
as king. All that changed when he used Frostmourne to kill his father, Terenas  
Menethil II.

Thesis dropped her smile knowing how Huttser felt. Even her  
home had been pillaged first by bandits then again by Blackrock orcs. It seemed  
there was no real home left for anyone in Azeroth. The elves found peace among  
the forests no matter where they went. The dwarves made their home in the  
mountains despite the trogs invading their space. The gnomes, however, were  
still fighting for their lost city of Gnomeregan which had been taken over by  
Mekgineer Thermaplugg, and then there were the Draenei. The Draenei had been  
forced to move from one world to the next and finally crashed on Azeroth in  
their ship the Exodar. After they had joined the Alliance they made wherever  
they could their home. Mostly they kept to the small remote places of Azuremyst  
and Bloodmyst isle not far from Teldrassil where the elven capital of Darnassus  
resides. Teldrassil was the elves failed attempt to recreate the world tree to  
selfishly regain immortality.

Huttser got up slowly from the bench and looked back at  
Thesis with saddened eyes. Before she could say anything more to him he bowed  
to her then turned to disappear among the throng. Thesis sighed watching the  
figure meld with the crowd. She hoped he would find what he was looking for.  
Shaking the thought from her mind she smiled once more and rejoined the  
festivities.

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The sun was setting over Elwynn forest as Huttser made his  
way through Goldshire to the Lion's Pride Inn. The warm glow from the windows  
was very inviting and he was getting tired. Who could blame him? Not more than  
several hours ago he had helped take down Deathwing and now a bed would be very  
welcome.

Huttser pushed his way through the hanging saloon-like doors  
and looked around for a moment trying to see where the Innkeeper was. The  
Innkeeper was sitting at the counter at the back of the lodge looking a little  
rosy in the cheeks like everyone else sitting around the Inn's tables. The  
hunter smiled to himself. This would go well in his favor. Usually, the  
Innkeeper didn't allow animals into his establishment but considering all  
things he might just be able to get away with it. Huttser could smell the mead  
both the bartender and Innkeeper were drinking. It had a sickly sweet smell  
meaning they pulled out the good stuff. The smell sent shivers down the  
Worgen's spine. Perhaps he should ask for some himself. It just might help him  
to sleep easy for once.

"Welcome to the Lion's Pride Inn, Hunter." The Innkeeper  
yelled joyously. "Are you looking to rent a room for the night?" Huttser smiled  
and nodded keeping his pet close to him yet still hidden from sight.

"I am, and I would like some of your finest stiffest drink  
you can spare." The Innkeeper laughed and looked to the bartender who pulled  
out a cask of Junglevine wine. Huttser knew how potent that stuff was. He  
tended to use it now and then to clean his armor. Graciously he took the cask  
in his arms as well as a mug and carried it up the stairs turning back to make  
sure his pet was following him. He looked back to the Innkeeper and smiled once  
more seeing him turn to the bar and drinking another pint with the barkeeper.  
At last, he would get some private time with his trusty companion. The lion  
raced up the stairs and waited for his master to follow before entering the  
room caddied in the corner. After Huttser sat the cask down on the dresser by  
the window he closed the door and bolted it shut. Stretching he pulled off his  
armor bit by bit making sure to turn down the lamps keeping the place dim. When  
he had taken all his armor off he pulled out a small dish and tapped the cask  
filling the tin with the sparkling pink fluid.

"Here you go, Sambas." He said setting the dish in front of  
his friend. The lion sniffed once at the liquid then started to lap it up  
thirstily. The hunter filled his mug with the wine and took a deep pull from  
it. It was quite a rush the second the fluid hit his stomach. His head started  
to spin and to keep the rest of the room from spinning he laid down on the bed  
grabbing a hold of one of the posters at the corners. He hung partially off the  
bed completely naked taking a moment to adjust his growing shaft. It was a  
little uncomfortable pressing against the bed as it started to swell bigger and  
bigger. He rolled over onto his back and pulled himself fully onto the bed  
where he started to stroke his fully erect shaft. Sambas gave a hiccup licking  
his lips then looked up at his master and slowly got to his paws. He proceeded  
to jump up onto the bed and lick at his master's thick meat with his rough  
tongue. Huttser gasped as he took in a deep breath rubbing his hands through  
his pet's fur. The lion laid down licking Huttser's furry sack and continuing  
to lick over his shaft. The Worgen curled his knees up to his chest and waited  
to see what his faithful companion would do. What he expected didn't take long.  
The lion licked over his taint then nosed and lapped at his hole. Huttser  
shivered with pleasure wanting so much more.

"Good boy." He cooed reaching above his head and grabbing  
the pillows to place under his lower back. It made it easier for the lion to  
access. With every lick, the lion's saliva would lubricate the Worgen's hole  
making it nice and slick.

"I'm ready for you my love." Huttser whimpered and guided  
the lion between his legs. The lion straddled over Huttser's chest and pressed  
his hard shaft against the lubricated exterior of the Worgen's tight hole.  
Huttser moaned at the feeling and hugged Sambas around the neck waiting  
impatiently for him to take him. Sambas let out a slight roar and pressed his  
shaft more against the Worgen's hole trying to find the center before finally  
sinking it deep within not stopping till he hilted deep within. Huttser  
shivered and bit his lip trying to adjust to the firmness now violating his  
hole. He didn't care about the barbs that tore at his insides, that just made  
the experience more fun. It had been so long since they could do this having to  
constantly be with other warriors trying to help all of Azeroth.

Sambas leaned down and licked his master's muzzle lovingly  
pulling out slowly all the way. Huttser gasped at the feeling as his hole  
started to tighten again but not enough that the lion couldn't force himself  
back in. Sambas clawed the bedsheets tearing them as he tried to push himself  
back in forcing as deep as possible. The Worgen yelped and hugged Sambas  
tighter trying to get the lion as deep as possible. The lion hilted him  
pressing hard against the prostate deep causing it to start to swell. While being  
held lovingly by his master Sambas nipped at his neck making him squirm and  
gasp hoping for more.

"That's... that's a good boy," Huttser whispered into the  
lion's ear. Still, the lion pushed and pulled pounding hard into the Worgen's  
tight interior. With every thrust, Huttser couldn't help but cry out in  
pleasure trying not to be too loud since others were trying to sleep in the  
other rooms.

Sambas growled and let out small roars as he clawed and tore  
the bed itself since the sheets had already been shredded. He seemed to be  
enjoying himself too. Huttser tried to quiet him down getting loud again  
himself with each new thrust his prostate was now swollen and tender. The lion  
licked his muzzle and forced himself to pound the Worgen harder and faster  
getting close to filling his master with his feline seed. Huttser was gasping  
for air and moaning out trying to grab something to bite down on when Sambas  
let out a deep growling roar letting the hunter know what he had just done.  
They both collapsed while the lion's hot white seed filled the hunter's tight  
insides flowing out the sides once it was past full. Slowly the lion pulled  
himself out spilling a wave of seed all over the outside of the Worgen's hole  
and then again over his furry balls. Huttser smiled and rolled the lion onto  
his back on the other side of the bed grabbing the lion's cock for a moment,  
sliding his paw up and down the shaft slicking it up, then sliding it down past  
the lion's balls to tease his tail hole lubing it up with the free-flowing  
seed.

"My turn," Huttser said with a smile. He got up for a moment  
and moved between the lion's hind paws watching the lion's tail swish to and  
fro. Sambas's paws her bent at where his wrists would be looking cutely up at  
his master now. Huttser rubbed his shaft still slick with the lion's seed and  
repositioned himself trying to press against the lion's hole but finding it a  
little difficult at first but eventually he found the center of the lion's tail  
hole and pushed himself in whimpering at the feeling. The hunter's pre mixed  
with the lion's lubricating seed making it easier for him to slide in deeply  
hitting at the top of the Worgen's knot. Slowly he pulled out and pushed back  
in kissing the lion on his muzzle holding tight around the lion's chest as he  
slid in and out with ease. The heat and tightness felt so good he was already  
about to cum. Huttser leaned back up and ran his hands through the lion's chest  
fur for a moment then began to stroke the lion gently thrusting faster and  
faster. He couldn't help himself it felt so good. He wanted more than anything  
to keep it going for a while but knew he wasn't going to last very long having  
not been able to fulfill the lion or himself over the last couple of months. He  
leaned back adjusting his angle pressing against the back walls of the lion's  
tight interior and getting even closer. The lion flexed his hole around the  
Worgen's cock and stretched back to claw at the wall enjoying himself.

"Oh, god. I'm goanna...I'm gonna..." Huttser couldn't finish  
what he was saying as he finished himself off deep in the lion's tight hole.  
Before he could cum too much he popped his knot into the hole tieing them both  
together. Huttser collapsed onto the lion's chest and nuzzled into his warm  
fur. The lion licked over the hunter's head fur and hugged him close with his  
claws retracted.

"I love you too my, friend." Huttser crooned softly running  
his hand through the lion's chest fur once more slowly falling asleep knowing  
it would be sometime before he could pull himself free of the lion. Sambas  
didn't care, he loved the feeling of his master deep within him.

   
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

What neither of them knew was that there was another feline  
watching with green glowing eyes from the branch of a tree just outside the  
window. His shaft was firm and hard pressing between the branch and his soft  
fur. He watched with glee but his enjoyment was cut short by someone stumbling  
out of the Inn. He didn't want Huttser and the lion to know where he was just  
because of the sound of a drunkard so he quickly transformed into an eagle and  
flew off making sure not to wander too far if he was to follow the Worgen. He  
wanted to experience the same thing the lion felt for himself. Even if he had  
to follow the hunter to the ends of Azeroth.

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