A good day for a walk!
(( People seemed to like my last story, so here's a longer one! ))
Rhiandra snoozed on the floor of the kennel she had been put inside, the dull lights of the room buzzing with electricity, a large pile of hay and feathers having been provided for her as an area to rest between her breedings. Already stuffed full of doggy cum, with a whole litter of puppies on the way, the guild had given the worgen some time off; even let her off her leash for a week so she could more easily adjust to her new life as The Kith's breeder. The door to her room slowly creaked open, a tall, blue woman trotting inside towards Rhia, easily recognizable as a draenei female.
"Excuse me." She said softly, peering down over the sleeping Glinean, her tail slowly swaying behind her as she tried to wake up the woman as gently as possible. "Ahem~ excuse me!" She let out a bit louder, her right hoof prodding at the worgen's belly as she ramped up her attempt at rousing the woman from her sleep. At the push to her body, Rhiandra couldn't help but mumble softly and reach out to bat weakly at the intrusion, a second prod by the same hoof quickly following, coaxing the slumbering girl awake.
Rubbing her eyes, Rhiandra blinked once or twice while she stared up at the figure standing next to her, crawling up into a sitting position and yawning heavily to the draenei. "Mmmf... what is it?" She asked with another yawn, her hands moving to rub against the collar around her neck, giving it a tug as she was reminded of her position in this guild. Thinking back, she smiled softly at how she came to be a part of the Kith, a blood contract had been signed a few weeks ago, binding her to the guild, promising her food, shelter and a family.
The guild's HQ was stationed in the ruined Barracks of Stormwind, where the Park used to be before Deathwing obliterated it, that kennel of hers placed in the basement. Giving the woman a soft pat on the top of the head, the draenei offered her a hand up, which was quickly taken by the Gilnean who was hoisted to her hind paws with silent thanks. Once standing, Rhiandra soaked in the sight of the gorgeous draenei, almost undressing her with her eyes, though she didn't have much to go! The woman was so scantily clad, those huge tits of hers almost busting out of her top, the nipples nearly visible, a ridiculous amount of cleavage showing from the tightly stretched shirt. Rhia trailed down to the woman's hips, blushing just slightly as she noted those wide, womanly curves, the worgen nowhere near as endowed as this draenei.
"I'm to take you for a walk today, pup. The name's Perspective, I'm the leader of the Kith, and your new owner in a way. The blood contract you signed saw to that." The woman smirked as she attached the worgen's leash to the ring in her collar, tugging her along as she trotted out of the kennel, up the long stairs to the main floor, and then out the large door at the front. Pers slowly started to walk through the Canals of Stormwind, a wide grin on her face as she paraded her new breeding slut around, showing her off for the whole city to stare at and know that she was her owner.
A feral sense of belonging crept up on Rhia as she was leashed and dragged along by the draenei, the blush disappearing from her muzzle as she obediently crawled on all fours behind her guild leader, like a real pup! When she had been bitten by the cursed worgen, the doctor had done everything in his power to help her become human again, but she was too weak to take the entire potion, and was forced to remain in her worgen form. Since that day, her canine senses had become one of the most important points in her life, one of the highest determining factors in everything she did.
She couldn't help but feel good about being led around on a leash, her rump waggling in the air as she followed the draenei around everywhere she was paraded. Those canine feelings and emotions had been amplified by being stuck in her worgen form, a heightened sense of smell, a need to be loved and owned, and the simple joy of having her head patted and belly scratched. She was much more dog than she was human, and she absolutely loved it.
Perspective tugged her little pup slut into a back street in Stormwind, a wide grin on her lips as she backed the woman up against a wall, her long blue tail flicking around behind her. "Mmm... time for a little fun, you whore. I was watching you in your kennel when you were being bred like a good girl, I had to have some of that fuzzy ass for myself." Sliding her hand down to her leggings, the draenei tugged the buckle off, then pulled the pair of pants down to expose her achingly bulging panties. The large drae-dick held back by the thin fabric, but just barely.
Rhia gasped as her eyes locked onto that thick bulge, her mind racing with thoughts of being bred like a good bitch, ravaged by such a large member. The worgen gulped audibly, Pers waiting for the girl to do what she knew was best, those fuzzy hands of hers slowly moving up to gently rub across those tented panties, eliciting a moan from the tall draenei. Quivering behind the tightly stretched fabric, that blue cock jumped and throbbed at the worgen's touch, the musky scent of the woman powerfully influencing the Gilnean's mind, causing it to go into overdrive, coaxing the feral side to the fore.
Pers recognized the glazed look from when she was bred, a soft cackle escaping her lips as she tugged the worgen's leash, forcing the woman's nose right up into her crotch, flooding that strong canine muzzle with heated pheromones. At this point, Rhia began to drool like a hungry dog, a growl emitting from her lips as she greedily tugged the panties from the draenei's legs, the long blue dick flopping out to smack against her muzzle. Well over a foot long, that throbbing blue meat drooled her thick precum, that slutty worgen wallowing in the scent, soaking it in, loving each and every texture that she could pick out from the overall smell.
Not wasting any more time, Pers reared her hips back, smirking as the worgen opened up her muzzle receptively, before thrusting her cock deep into the awaiting maw. The submissive woman instantly wrapped those lips tightly around the thick, veined shaft, her throat opening up to take in as much drae-cock as she could. Only halfway inside, the draenei hit her max, unable to thrust any deeper inside of this little cockwhore of a girl. Rearing back and thrusting forward, the dominant guild leader began a long, pleasurable rhythm of fucking the girl's face, eliciting more moans from her own lips as her balls swayed between her legs, sloshing with lots of yummy seed.
Doing the best she could, Rhiandra used that talented tongue of hers to lap across the length of her new cock treat, murrling so lustfully around the shaft, working it up and down with her warm, wet muzzle and tight, constricting throat. Growling and humming, she let her throat vibrate sexily around the yummy blue dick, sending shivers and thrills up the other woman's spine, coaxing as much salty precum down her throat as she could. Her mind was ablaze with thoughts of pleasing the thrusting meat, her female sex simply dripping wet, so receptive to breeding, just from getting to suck off such a delicious tasting length. With a heavy groan, Pers tugged off the little puppy's buttoned-up shirt, exposing her meager bust and instructing her to wrap them around her fuck stick.
Despite their lack of size, the worgen used her tits to the best of her ability, using them like a little holder, a tunnel of sorts to perfectly direct that yummy cock straight into her throat. The draenei was in seventh heaven by now, absolutely loving how her shaft was pleasured by the fuzzy chest of the girl beneath her, those heavy balls of hers churning out a whole mess of her precum. She could feel her climax quickly approaching, her hips thrusting even faster into that obedient muzzle, deep grunts escaping her lips with each heavy thrust.
"Mmm... good doggy. Puppy wants a treat, doesn't she? Oooh yes! You're going to get it!" Perspective shuddered and quaked as she continued her frantic thrusting, desiring nothing more than to feed this little girl with more cum than she could handle. With a few more humps into that tight throat, the draenei roared out, echoing through the alley as she shoved her cock as far into the warm muzzle as she could as she erupted with explosive force into the worgen. Load after load of sticky cum poured down Rhia's throat, the doggy slut not even having to swallow, every hot spray of seed going directly into her belly, filling it up nice and full.
Her orgasm was nice and long, expanding the worgen's stomach just slightly, before she pulled out and unloaded a few last ropes across the girl's face and chest. Panting lightly as she came down from her high, Pers' hand softly stroked over the Gilnean's head, a smile on her lips as she cooed down at her. "Goood girl~ such an obedient little pup slut. Get your shirt on girl." Still caught in the thralls of feral lust, all she could hear was a muffled sort of command, but the petting assured her that she did a good job. Very slowly, she came back to her senses, realizing that she was half naked in the alley, with her guild leader fully clothed, sitting on a barrel next to her.
Rhia immediately buttoned her shirt back up, a heavy blush on her face, as well as a sticky feeling, shyly reaching up to wipe the seed from her muzzle before her leash was tugged on again. "Come, bitch... we have some more for you to do before the day is done." Perspective chuckled, leading her new pet along behind her, the worgen obediently following on all fours.
Rhiandra snoozed on the floor of the kennel she had been put inside, the
dull lights of the room buzzing with electricity, a large pile of hay and
feathers having been provided for her as an area to rest between her
breedings. Already stuffed full of doggy cum, with a whole litter of
puppies on the way, the guild had given the worgen some time off; even let
her off her leash for a week so she could more easily adjust to her new
life as The Kith's breeder. The door to her room slowly creaked open, a
tall, blue woman trotting inside towards Rhia, easily recognizable as a
draenei female.
"Excuse me." She said softly, peering down over the sleeping Glinean, her
tail slowly swaying behind her as she tried to wake up the woman as gently
as possible. "Ahem~ excuse me!" She let out a bit louder, her right hoof
prodding at the worgen's belly as she ramped up her attempt at rousing the
woman from her sleep. At the push to her body, Rhiandra couldn't help but
mumble softly and reach out to bat weakly at the intrusion, a second prod
by the same hoof quickly following, coaxing the slumbering girl awake.
Rubbing her eyes, Rhiandra blinked once or twice while she stared up at
the figure standing next to her, crawling up into a sitting position and
yawning heavily to the draenei. "Mmmf... what is it?" She asked with another
yawn, her hands moving to rub against the collar around her neck, giving
it a tug as she was reminded of her position in this guild. Thinking back,
she smiled softly at how she came to be a part of the Kith, a blood
contract had been signed a few weeks ago, binding her to the guild,
promising her food, shelter and a family.
The guild's HQ was stationed in the ruined Barracks of Stormwind, where
the Park used to be before Deathwing obliterated it, that kennel of hers
placed in the basement. Giving the woman a soft pat on the top of the
head, the draenei offered her a hand up, which was quickly taken by the
Gilnean who was hoisted to her hind paws with silent thanks. Once
standing, Rhiandra soaked in the sight of the gorgeous draenei, almost
undressing her with her eyes, though she didn't have much to go! The woman
was so scantily clad, those huge tits of hers almost busting out of her
top, the nipples nearly visible, a ridiculous amount of cleavage showing
from the tightly stretched shirt. Rhia trailed down to the woman's hips,
blushing just slightly as she noted those wide, womanly curves, the worgen
nowhere near as endowed as this draenei.
"I'm to take you for a walk today, pup. The name's Perspective, I'm the
leader of the Kith, and your new owner in a way. The blood contract you
signed saw to that." The woman smirked as she attached the worgen's leash
to the ring in her collar, tugging her along as she trotted out of the
kennel, up the long stairs to the main floor, and then out the large door
at the front. Pers slowly started to walk through the Canals of Stormwind,
a wide grin on her face as she paraded her new breeding slut around,
showing her off for the whole city to stare at and know that she was her
owner.
A feral sense of belonging crept up on Rhia as she was leashed and dragged
along by the draenei, the blush disappearing from her muzzle as she
obediently crawled on all fours behind her guild leader, like a real pup!
When she had been bitten by the cursed worgen, the doctor had done
everything in his power to help her become human again, but she was too
weak to take the entire potion, and was forced to remain in her worgen
form. Since that day, her canine senses had become one of the most
important points in her life, one of the highest determining factors in
everything she did.
She couldn't help but feel good about being led around on a leash, her
rump waggling in the air as she followed the draenei around everywhere she
was paraded. Those canine feelings and emotions had been amplified by
being stuck in her worgen form, a heightened sense of smell, a need to be
loved and owned, and the simple joy of having her head patted and belly
scratched. She was much more dog than she was human, and she absolutely
loved it.
Perspective tugged her little pup slut into a back street in Stormwind, a
wide grin on her lips as she backed the woman up against a wall, her long
blue tail flicking around behind her. "Mmm... time for a little fun, you
whore. I was watching you in your kennel when you were being bred like a
good girl, I had to have some of that fuzzy ass for myself." Sliding her
hand down to her leggings, the draenei tugged the buckle off, then pulled
the pair of pants down to expose her achingly bulging panties. The large
drae-dick held back by the thin fabric, but just barely.
Rhia gasped as her eyes locked onto that thick bulge, her mind racing with
thoughts of being bred like a good bitch, ravaged by such a large member.
The worgen gulped audibly, Pers waiting for the girl to do what she knew
was best, those fuzzy hands of hers slowly moving up to gently rub across
those tented panties, eliciting a moan from the tall draenei. Quivering
behind the tightly stretched fabric, that blue cock jumped and throbbed at
the worgen's touch, the musky scent of the woman powerfully influencing
the Gilnean's mind, causing it to go into overdrive, coaxing the feral
side to the fore.
Pers recognized the glazed look from when she was bred, a soft cackle
escaping her lips as she tugged the worgen's leash, forcing the woman's
nose right up into her crotch, flooding that strong canine muzzle with
heated pheromones. At this point, Rhia began to drool like a hungry dog, a
growl emitting from her lips as she greedily tugged the panties from the
draenei's legs, the long blue dick flopping out to smack against her
muzzle. Well over a foot long, that throbbing blue meat drooled her thick
precum, that slutty worgen wallowing in the scent, soaking it in, loving
each and every texture that she could pick out from the overall smell.
Not wasting any more time, Pers reared her hips back, smirking as the
worgen opened up her muzzle receptively, before thrusting her cock deep
into the awaiting maw. The submissive woman instantly wrapped those lips
tightly around the thick, veined shaft, her throat opening up to take in
as much drae-cock as she could. Only halfway inside, the draenei hit her
max, unable to thrust any deeper inside of this little cockwhore of a
girl. Rearing back and thrusting forward, the dominant guild leader began
a long, pleasurable rhythm of fucking the girl's face, eliciting more
moans from her own lips as her balls swayed between her legs, sloshing
with lots of yummy seed.
Doing the best she could, Rhiandra used that talented tongue of hers to
lap across the length of her new cock treat, murrling so lustfully around
the shaft, working it up and down with her warm, wet muzzle and tight,
constricting throat. Growling and humming, she let her throat vibrate
sexily around the yummy blue dick, sending shivers and thrills up the
other woman's spine, coaxing as much salty precum down her throat as she
could. Her mind was ablaze with thoughts of pleasing the thrusting meat,
her female sex simply dripping wet, so receptive to breeding, just from
getting to suck off such a delicious tasting length. With a heavy groan,
Pers tugged off the little puppy's buttoned-up shirt, exposing her meager
bust and instructing her to wrap them around her fuck stick.
Despite their lack of size, the worgen used her tits to the best of her
ability, using them like a little holder, a tunnel of sorts to perfectly
direct that yummy cock straight into her throat. The draenei was in
seventh heaven by now, absolutely loving how her shaft was pleasured by
the fuzzy chest of the girl beneath her, those heavy balls of hers
churning out a whole mess of her precum. She could feel her climax quickly
approaching, her hips thrusting even faster into that obedient muzzle,
deep grunts escaping her lips with each heavy thrust.
"Mmm... good doggy. Puppy wants a treat, doesn't she? Oooh yes! You're going
to get it!" Perspective shuddered and quaked as she continued her frantic
thrusting, desiring nothing more than to feed this little girl with more
cum than she could handle. With a few more humps into that tight throat,
the draenei roared out, echoing through the alley as she shoved her cock
as far into the warm muzzle as she could as she erupted with explosive
force into the worgen. Load after load of sticky cum poured down Rhia's
throat, the doggy slut not even having to swallow, every hot spray of seed
going directly into her belly, filling it up nice and full.
Her orgasm was nice and long, expanding the worgen's stomach just
slightly, before she pulled out and unloaded a few last ropes across the
girl's face and chest. Panting lightly as she came down from her high,
Pers' hand softly stroked over the Gilnean's head, a smile on her lips as
she cooed down at her. "Goood girl~ such an obedient little pup slut. Get
your shirt on girl." Still caught in the thralls of feral lust, all she
could hear was a muffled sort of command, but the petting assured her that
she did a good job. Very slowly, she came back to her senses, realizing
that she was half naked in the alley, with her guild leader fully clothed,
sitting on a barrel next to her.
Rhia immediately buttoned her shirt back up, a heavy blush on her face, as
well as a sticky feeling, shyly reaching up to wipe the seed from her
muzzle before her leash was tugged on again. "Come, bitch... we have some
more for you to do before the day is done." Perspective chuckled, leading
her new pet along behind her, the worgen obediently following on all
fours.