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You have never been afraid to die. Traveling all of Kalimdor has been proof of that--you pride yourself on your gift to stay alive.

But the Worgen in front of you, snarling, blood-stained teeth peeking out from its jowls makes you realize: you are very afraid.

"Mercy," you beg. Your leather armor is ragged, your body battered and bruised, your bow snapped in two. The Worgen will have no trouble finishing you off.

A rumbling growl fills the woods as the monster pads forward. You close your eyes and say a silent prayer--you had always favored your mother's gods, but you bed your father's now as well.

A snuffle and you feel hot, rancid breath in the crook of your neck. You cringe and hope for a quick death, but something you don't expect happens. Instead of being ripped to pieces, the Worgen's tongue starts lapping at your neck, drooling hot slobber onto your shoulder and dribbling it down the front of your armor.

Your feel it crawl upward until suddenly its tongue presses into your mouth in some farce of a kiss. You yelp in surprise and almost bite its tongue off; you stumble back and the beast takes advantage of it, stepping over you until it's fully on top of you. You can feel its shaggy fur rubbing against your arms and the bare patches your armor doesn't cover.

This is wrong, you think, but you find yourself leaning into the kiss, something you assume pleases the beast as it lets out a low rumble. I'm only doing this to live. It breaks the kiss with a sloppy lick and you let out a high pitched whine. The wolf starts clawing at your maille pants frantically, and you look down its chest to see the it is a he--most definitely a he. A gargantuan shaft pierces its way from its sheath, as thick around as your wrist and longer than your forearm. The thing is pulsing in time with the creature's heart and you can practically see the blood pumping through the thick veins that mottle the surface.

This can't be real, you think as he loses his patience and rips through the steel links with his claws. The heavy strips fall into small piles onto the mossy floor of the forest. Your thighs are laid bare, the cool, damp air kissing your skin where the shaggy russet fur does not cover it. You flush when you realize how achingly hard your manhood had become beneath your underclothes.

Quickly those are torn off as well, leaving you fully naked beneath the Worgen that has so easily dominated you. Its salty musk and body heat are stifling; precum is drooling onto your chest from its steadily leaking shaft. Another look and it's even redder than before if possible. The creature licks your cheek and you look up to see its muzzle centimeters away.

Its amber eyes tell you what's going to happen next. You vaguely remember that you had forgotten to tell your mother you loved her before you left for this quest--the thought is pushed aside by the sudden burst of pain radiating from your left shoulder as the Worgen's maw clamps down, teeth easily piercing through your skin like soft butter. Tears run down your cheeks.

Without letting go of your shoulder, the Worgen shuffles its body awkwardly downward, tail wagging silently and you feel the monstrous cock slowly inch down your belly, snagging for a moment on your still-hard manhood, then poking at your asshole.

You don't even realize what's going to happen until it's happening; the drooling cock spears up into you in half a thrust and you scream, pain lancing up through your gut as you're invaded in the most forbidden way. The wolf pants and lets go of your shoulder to bring you into another messy kiss, muzzle and lips awkwardly meshing together. It's a struggle not to bite down on the beast's tongue as it shoves itself into you again. Halfway there and you feel like you're going to burst. You let out a muffled sob as the thing pulses inside of you and lets out a squirt of hot precum, little bits leaking out of your hole and pooling onto the ground in small, sticky puddles.

Your own cock is hard as steel still, and it's only growing harder by the minute. It's nearly painful at this point, the ache in your balls begging to be released.

Another thrust and the shaft is hilted balls deep. Pre is churning in your stomach at this point and you see a vague outline of the tip of its shaft poking out of your stomach. The Worgen lets out a chuff every time your abused pucker clenches around its member, and you let out a whine every time it jumps inside you.

Now the thing is standing still, content with kissing you, and you don't want to admit that it's starting to feel almost nice. Your insides are warm and the stench of wolf has slowly become almost welcoming. The kisses seem nearly tender and when he looks into your eyes, it's clear to see the intelligence beneath the surface.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the Worgen starts pulling his colossal wolfhood from you. Your shoulder starts to itch and you look at it. The wound is seaming up before your eyes, flesh stitching back together before leaving it completely as it was before. A distant part of your mind realizes what's happening to you, but you're so focused on the feeling of the mating that you can't think of anything but the way his russet fur brushes against your legs, his tongue in your mouth, his whiskey eyes that stare into you like he knows, like he realizes what's happening.

Your skin starts to itch, first in the crook of your neck where the Worgen bit you and you can almost feel your fur starting to poke up from beneath your skin, and all the while you're moaning and huffing as the wolf thrusts into you, your insides sloshing with precum. It's no longer any semblance of painful, every thrust brushing against some nub inside you that sends jolts of pleasure almost agonizingly strong through your body. You're squirting pre almost as much as he is, the ground is covered in a mix of sweat and drool and jizz. You look down your chest to see silvery fur slowly creeping down your body, spreading outward almost like a flower blooming.

You couldn't care less you're turning into a monster because you know that the wolf that's fucking you isn't a monster at all. He's going slowly again now, almost lovingly, and the sex feels like none you've ever had before. Your left arm is almost completely covered in fur and you can feel your muscles bulking out, biceps and triceps growing until they match the wolf's size. Thick, black calluses start pushing out of your palm and the undersides of your fingers, something you vaguely recognize from your family dog as a child.

The Worgen starts to nuzzle the crook of your neck and you start to feel a bulge at the base of his cock. Looking down--noting that the change had reached your stomach, pecs grown large and a chiseled stomach being covered in fur--you see that a ball the size of a large grapefruit had own at the base of your mate's dick. He realizes what you're looking at and starts to thrust in harder and faster, pre drooling out of your hole as he rams more and more forcefully. You look at your dick to see it slowly growing in length and width, changing shape and color before your eyes. It's turning a mottled red and thickening at the base until you have a similar bulge as the Worgen. The underside of your glans starts to push forward until you have a pointed tip and a spade-shaped head, almost. It stops growing just between your nipples; you're squirting pre as much as he is, it's getting in your face, and you greedily lap it up, savoring its salty taste and wondering if that's what the Worgen's tastes like. The bulge is slowly spreading your ass even more and you aren't entirely sure how it's possible; your guts feel so slick you wouldn't be able to tell when he was cumming.

The Worgen looks to your dick and lolls his tongue out, showing a feral grin as he lowers his head and starts lapping at your reformed wolfhood. As his muzzle lowers and starts to lick at the underside, you're so enraptured in pleasure that you have to remind yourself to breath. To make it easier, you time it with his even thrusts, growing ever harder and pushing his knot in ever more. He continues licking and slurping, lathering your cock with his saliva and sucking it dry of its pre.

The Worgen's breath suddenly hitched around your wolfhood and howled, eyes closing shut as he thrust one final time deep into you, burying the last part of his cock into you. And suddenly you're howling too, nose darkening before pushing out into a muzzle and fur creeping up your face, teeth sharpening into fangs and ears sliding to the top of your head, growing pointed like a Worgen's--like your mate's.

The feeling of his bulge pressing against that nub pulls you over the edge and you howl again, dick pulsing as cum shoots up its length and flying up to hit you in the muzzle. Another spurt and you clench your ass down on the wolf and he howls again and you feel his hot seed--almost unbearably so--firing into your guts. The bulge keeps it from leaking out for the most part, but even so, some starts to push its way out. You're moaning and growling and yapping with the Worgen as your legs start to crack, bones reshaping and muscles bulging until they're a matching copy of his.

Suddenly there's a click in your mind and you realize what the wolf is saying. It's still barks and ruffs and yaps, but there's a meaning behind it and you hear him saying I love you over and over, and you tell him that and he kisses you.

You're slowly coming off your collective orgasms. The forest floor around you is saturated with your jizz and you feel so full you can barely move. The two of you lay there, fur coated in slimy cum, panting with his head in the crook of your neck, completely and utterly content. You know everything will be alright--that everything will be better than alright. This is what you were made for.