Cats and dogs part 3(wow fanfic)
Jorhus grunted in mild annoyance, shifting how he stood so his joints wouldnt become stiff. He eyed over the area with a frown pondering why Tella always seemed to choose such exposed and vulnerable places to work her magic. Today she stood on the edge of a cliff face overlooking one of the many plagued Gilnean fields. He had tried to express to her that a fall from this height could prove fatal, especially if they were attacked. She simply gave him a confident smile as if to say "that's why your here" and then turned her attention back over the edge. She raised her arms above her head and began channeling regenerative magic into the land below.
His fur tingled lightly as he watched her work, causing him to shiver slightly as he surveyed the surrounding area. He was never sure if it was due to the immensity of the magic she was wielding or merely his own anxiousness getting the better of him. He turned his back to Tella and moved a few paces away. The cliff had some advantage at least, if something were to attack them he'd know which way it was coming from.
He rested a hand idly on the hilt of his sword, and loosened it in the scabbard slightly anticipating an ambush. It seemed to inevitably happen when Tella worked like this; he reckoned it must be something to do with the magic flowing around the area. It just seemed like she became a beacon which served to give away their position, especially when she chose places which left them so exposed. He hoped he was wrong, but he just couldnt shake the feeling that it was guaranteed someone or something would attack.
Not long was he forced to wait before the threat he had imagined became a reality. He heard a rustle from a nearby bush and moved to position himself between the noise and Tella. A forsaken soldier emerged from the bush and charged directly at Tella, a spear aimed squarely at her back. Jorhus swept his shield into the shaft of the spear, deflecting it away from Tella and into the ground. The forsaken attacker had not loosened his grip on the spear, and was thrown completely off balance. Seizing the opportunity, Jorhus slammed his shield into the attackers torso and with a powerful thrust, propelled the forsaken over the nearby cliff. Jorhus glanced over to Tella, and noticed her grimace as the forsakens body made a faintly audible impact with the ground below.
Hearing more noise behind him, he turned to see two more forsaken emerge from the bushes. These two were much more controlled in their approach; they were also focused on Tella, but not ignorant of Jorhus. Once again moving himself between the attackers and Tella, Jorhus unsheathed his sword. "You will have to go through me if you want to even think of touching her!" he roared menacingly at them. Quickly assessing his opponents, he noticed one of them was wielding daggers while the other had a particularly sinister axe. The one with the axe, seemed to be the bigger threat for how he carried himself and the deliberate way he moved.
Thankfully neither attacker had the sense to put much space between themselves, which made it easier for Jorhus to engage both of them. The one with the daggers, charged at Jorhus, moving in the most unnatural fashion. Jorhus easily parried the attack, and countered with a thrust which found its target. The forsaken yelled in pain as the sword cleanly pierced through his shoulder. Jorhus quickly pulled his sword back, and raised his shield just in time to block a powerful blow from the axe. Absorbing the blow made Jorhus stumble slightly, a movement he quickly turned to his advantage. Using the momentum, he tucked down and rolled in the direction of the dagger wielder rolling under the incoming stab at his ribs. As he was coming back up from the roll, Jorhus slashed his sword surgically across the hamstrings of the dagger attacker, effectively crippling him.
Now able to focus almost exclusively on the axe wielder, Jorhus easily sidestepped another impressive swing of the axe. Jorhus exchanged blows with the attacker, the two moving in a fashion not much different from a dance. This attacker was indeed skilled; Jorhus had not managed to land a blow of his own mostly because the forsaken had been able to keep far enough away with his axe. Jorhus decided to take a carefully calculated gamble; he stumbled and lowered his shield while trying to catch his balance. The forsaken took the bait, and swung his axe in a large downward arc at Jorhus head. Jorhus had anticipated this attack, and the attacker had finally overextended himself. Jorhus easily avoided the attack and grinned smugly as the axe impacted deeply into the ground. Seizing the opportunity Jorhus closed the distance between them. In one fluid movement, Jorhus brought the edge of his shield down upon the attackers wrists, breaking them, and with a powerful thrust drove his sword into one of the forsakens ears and out the other.
He heard a distinctly feline roar, and looked up to Tella, she had shifted into her nightsaber form. Despite the nightsaber reputation for being ferocious, Tella was poorly skilled in combat. When Jorhus had learned this, he had instructed her to do whatever it took to get herself away from danger anytime they were threatened. Jorhus was pleased to see shed listened to his advice. She was the most agile in her feline form, and quite fast too. However today that wasnt helping her much, the dagger wielding attacker had managed to pull himself dangerously close to Tella and she was quickly running out of space to avoid him. Noticing the spear sticking out of the ground nearby, Jorhus left his sword in the now lifeless forsaken corpse. With a determined grunt, Jorhus jerked the spear free of the ground and threw it expertly hitting the remaining attacker squarely in the spine, just below the neck. Jorhus retrieved his sword and approached the now paralyzed forsaken. The forsaken was making unintelligible noises, and Jorhus swiftly dispatched him. Jorhus bent over to clean his sword off on the tatters that the forsaken pass off as clothes, and then returned it to its sheath.
Tella stalked over and let out a very agitated hiss at the rotting corpse. Jorhus looked at Tella, their eyes meeting, I tried to warn you, but Im glad you are ok. Did you manage to finish what you were doing? Tella nodded in response, still quite visibly shaken, her white fur bristled and her tail looked quite a bit larger than usual. Lets get out of here before any more of these unnatural things show up. Jorhus began trotting off, and once he was sure Tella was with him, he picked up his pace.
Jorhus was quick despite his heavy armor weighing him down; he was still able to run faster than most other two legged folks. It was a fact Jorhus knew constantly fascinated the elf turned feline. A fact that he also prided himself on, and despite her being able to out run him still while he was on two legs, he could drop always down to four and keep up. That seemed unnecessary this time, and was really more trouble than it was worth currently with his shield still strapped to his forearm.
After a couple minutes of running he slowed to a stop near some large rocks, I don't think they'll follow us out this far, He said between breaths, leaning against one of the larger rocks. Tella trotted to a graceful stop next to him, and then circled him once, examining him thoughtfully. He removed his shield from his forearm, and unstrapped his sword setting it on a nearby rock. He pulled off his breastplate and leaning back against the rock, slid down to sit with his legs outstretched. She was about to sit down next to him, when he reached over and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her close to him and pressing his muzzle rather unceremoniously to hers. He grinned into the kiss as he watched her ears twitch forward momentarily and her eyes opened wide as she blinked at him in surprise. Her ears soon folded back flat against her skull, He knew that if she could blush properly as a feline she'd probably be turning quite red by now. He shook the gloves off his hand so he could run his bare fingers down her chest and along her belly before he leaned back slightly from the surprise kiss.
"You know how I get after fights," he said as he slid his hands through her fur along her side to her rump and gave it a firm squeeze smirking at the mew of surprise it elicited from her. She leaned in closer and licked along his lips, her paws moving up to rest on his shoulders. He moved his hands down to undo his girdle. Then, hooking his thumbs into the sides of his pants, he lifted his hips off the ground a bit and slid his pants down freeing his sheath from its confines. The pink tip of his cock was just peeking out from within his sheath, partially hard from the excitement.
Tella glanced down at the sight of his pink tip and hopped down from his shoulders. She lowered her head and gave the glistening tip a gentle, experimental lick. Her rough tongue elicited a slight groan from her worgen companion causing her ears to perk at the sound. Emboldened by this she licked across him again as he rolled his head back against the rock, his eyes closed enjoying her tongue against his sensitive manhood.
The feline began to sweep her tongue in downward licks starting from the tip to pressing against his sheath. Each swipe slid the sheath down farther and exposed more of his sensitive cock to her palate. After several more licks she glanced up at him with a feline smirk slowly spreading across her muzzle before she lowered her head once more. This time parting her lips and wrapping them meticulously around his sensitive tip.
Jorhus groaned at the profound feeling of her warm, wet muzzle engulfing his sensitive tip, he opened his eyes and looked down to watch her lower her head down ever so slowly onto him, his cock gradually disappearing into her muzzle inch by inch until her lips finally came into contact with his sheath. She curled her tongue around his shaft and suckled on his length while being mindful of her sharp teeth as she rocked her head back and forth a bit. His breathing picked up a bit at the sensation of her warm muzzle and rough tongue against him.
She slid her muzzle all the way back up his shaft until only the tip remained between her lips. With a soft murr she felt him move a hand to rub between and behind her ears. With that she inched her muzzle back down and was rewarded by another pleasured groan from Jorhus. She continued engulfing him until she felt her cool nose press against his sheath. She could feel his knot swelling just a little bit within the sheath. She let out a soft chirp of a noise as she felt some pre flow out of his shaft and into the back of her muzzle. Her tail swayed as she swallowed it deliberately and she pulled back letting his shaft slip from her lips completely this time.
Jorhus opened his eyes and glanced down at the Tella watching her seductively lick her lips before leaning up to lick along his too. She gracefully moved beside stretching up on her hind legs and placing her front paws on the rock. She glanced over at him, and then she relaxed her head between her front legs, held her tail swept off to one side and spread her stance invitingly for him.
Jorhus grinned pleasantly at the sight of her, he was more than willing to give it to her good but this time he had other plans in mind for her first. He pushed himself off the rock and placed a hand on her shoulders sliding his fingertips gently down her spine, watching her back arch more and her claws dig into the rock. He knew she couldn't see what he was doing with her head lowered like that. He then quickly leaned down as his hand made it to her hips stopping at the base of her spine where her tail met her body. He began gently scratching at that spot as he moved his muzzle under her tail. He inhaled deeply, savoring her aroma and letting his cool nose brush against her moist southern lips followed by his smoother and broader canine tongue which lapped at her moist folds.
He grinned as he heard a sharp surprised mew come from her, her body shivering and trembling ecstatically under the treatment he was giving her. Normally just rubbing that spot at the base of her tail was enough to make her shiver in near orgasmic pleasure. It was a bit of a guilty pleasure for her to indulge in having that spot scratched, something she didn't normally encourage or request.
She let out a deep murr dragging her claws against the stone more and shuddering each time she felt his broad tongue delve into her folds, she moved her head to glance at him, her ears laid out sideways as she trembled her eyes dilated in pure bliss. He growled softly as he let himself become lost in his own lust; he drank deeply from her trembling folds, his hand never letting up on the base of her tail, his tongue delving ever deeper into her. He had no intention of slowing or stopping just yet despite her mewing wantonly.
He grinned deviously, bringing his other hand up to her body and dragged it down her belly until his thumb found itself between her legs. With a satisfied grunt, he leaned in a bit as he snaked his tongue deep inside her. His thumb joined the efforts, rubbing the sensitive nub of flesh it had found in circles and his other still hand scratched at the base of her tail. He didn't relent on the panting and shaking feline until he heard her toss her head back with a snarling roar of pleasure as her folds trembled around his invading tongue, he slowed his labors gradually as the orgasm rippled through her feline body.
Jorhus grinned broadly, intent on not giving her much of a chance to recover from her recent orgasm. He stood up and straightened his back, wrapping his arms around her sides as he moved his hips in line with hers. He growled softly into her ear as she panted, her body still shaking as he moved in close and thrust his needy shaft deep into her spasming folds. With another grunt, he rammed himself into her, her head lowering once more while she fervently mewled out at the unadulterated pleasure of his unrelenting onslaught.
He groaned savagely as he buries himself to the hilt within her, immediately pulling back only to once again pound her in a series of deep, quick strokes. He panted heavily into her ear as he continued to slam himself into her trembling body, groaning frequently. He brought his hands up to rest next to her paws as they kneaded restlessly against the rock face. He was focused intently, and she found herself unable to do much else beyond mewl and tremble against him, her body trembling on the verge of another climax.
Jorhus wasn't able to contain himself back any longer, after few more moments he wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her back against his chest, lifting her up slightly. As he leaned into her slightly, he made one final thrust up into her before holding himself there his own body quivering. He felt his own body pulsate with his orgasm, and found himself trying to push deeper with every burst. Jorhus panted and Tella squirmed passionately against him, both feeling his knot expanding, stretching her already tight feline folds ever more snugly around him. He licked her ear gently as she rolled her head up against his chest with a low murr, another climax washing over her. Her contractions milked his trapped cock for every drop of his seed he could give.
Moving to lean his back on the rock, still holding Tella up, Jorhus slowly slid down the rock. Reclined against the rock, with Tella resting on his chest, he let out a pleasured sigh nuzzling his cheek against her own as they shivered against each other. Still panting from the workout, he spoke softly into Tellas ear, "Thats justwhat I needed, thoughI think we're gonnabe stuck here for a bit" again. She responded with a hearty purr, and he chuckled softly as they both closed their eyes.