Mounted by his Horse
A druid celebrates his mount's anniversary by serving him with a well deserved release.
*Cheetah's ramblings--> Oral sex is a form of mounting, right? Right?! *looks around, feeling all derpy* Anyway, this is yet another quicky for Suel It was written fast, read fast, edited fast. Everything seems to happen so quickly in this story. I was tempted to include a proper mounting, but I had plenty of that in the prequels, so I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless. *
*This story features hefty amounts of sucking and ends up with a bursting climax. Yes, bummer. THERE"S NO FREAKING MOUNTING INVOLVED! But that title sounded cool and you'll get more penetrative action in the following installment (yep, there's another one in the works o.O) Enjoy the story in every way you see fit, and, as always: *
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Suel shifted into his cat form and rolled onto his back. He rubbed against the lukewarm ground for relief. It didn't come. The night's heat still bothered him, even though his fur was thinner than in wolvar form. He flipped onto his belly, panting, ears perked in the direction of the whinnies and stomping of his stallion.
So much for this quest, Suel thought. It was nothing like the old times. The gnolls cowered in their wake, the folks of Lakeshire threw his reward through a half opened door, and the innkeeper lied about having his rooms taken. Only one scrawny brown horse inhabited the stables. Suel had simply collected his reward, watered his stallion, and left for this secluded thicket by the mountains, much to the stallion's chagrin. He eyed the single mare inside the stables longer than necessary. That ragged beast was beneath him, unworthy of his seed.
The stallion's temper broke Suel's musings. He got onto his feet to search for a clump of grass, or anything that was cooler than the parched soil. It seethed under his paws, and the dust made him sneeze every couple of breaths. He strolled around the thicket, his growl turning a pitch higher for every boulder without moss that he spotted. He loved the smooth texture of stone against his fur and its cool touch. Only, they were all bare. The heat scorched everything, drawing gashes across the ground that crumbled under his pads, just like his hopes for a restful night.
Suel licked the dust off his nose and doubled back to his faithful stallion. Once he glimpsed his dark grey coat under a sliver of moonlight, he shifted to his wolvar form, cursing the thickness of his dark brown fur under his breath.
"Easy, Duke," he said, petting the stallion's bony cheeks.
Duke moaned under his touch and dug his nose into Suel's chest. The wolvar druid hugged him, rubbing at his chin. "Redridge falls short of expectations, eh?"
The stallion snorted and nodded once.
"We can return to Elwynn. Take a bath and camp by the river."
Duke whinnied.
"Arathi Highlands?"
The stallion drew his head back and fixated his coal black eyes on him, ears perked. His nostrils flared, and he dipped his head.
"Hey, don't let me choose. It's your anniversary."
Duke tilted his head sideways and snorted.
"So you don't want to go anywhere."
He nodded once.
"You want to stay here and melt like an ice stone in this heat."
He nodded again.
"So what do you want?"
Duke nuzzled Suel's chest and nipped at his fur, nickering. To be alone with me, Suel thought. He sighed, caressing Duke's jaw with slow, gentle strokes. Every companion of his wanted the same thing-- his undivided attention, and they all competed for it.
Suel broke the hug when Duke stomped at the ground. He flicked his ears, and shifted his weight from one leg to the other.
Suel noticed the reason of his discomfort, and it wasn't the heat. It tensed and swung upwards, slapping against the stallion's black belly. Duke whinnied and shifted to the side to present Suel with the full length of his erect shaft. Veins bulged at the base of the sleek ebony shaft, traversing all the length up to his tight, flared tip. Duke bucked his hips as he feigned a thrust, missing his foreleg by a hairsbreadth.
Suel swallowed hard. His own cock stirred, and the stifling heat seemed infinitely worse. He had sucked off Duke the same day he bought it from the Lakeshire stable master. It was only proper he did the same to celebrate their time together.
He knelt under the stallion's belly, gripped the throbbing shaft with a paw and caressed its length with the other. Duke squirmed inside the soft embrace. His hindquarters bucked, his muscles shivered in anticipation, and a whinny burst from his throat. Suel maneuvered the twitching tip in front of his mouth, licked his lips, then ran his tongue along Duke's stiff flesh. The tantalizing touch urged the stallion to thrust, a feeble motion that made Suel's own member respond with a jerk of its own. He tried to ignore the needy tightness of his loins, but it wasn't easy. His knot almost emerged from his overly stretched sheath, applying pressure to that tight spot under his tailhole. Seed burst with a throb, wetting the ground under the wolvar's legs.
Suel whined softly. A paw rushed to his needy member, stopping midair. It was inconsiderate to pleasure himself while his duke was whining his heart out. His paws kneaded along Duke's length while his emerging tongue circled the squirming tip.
Duke shivered and stomped at that. A shot of pre burst from his cock. Suel scrunched his eyes shut as it took him straight in the face, but kept kneading at the stallion's throbbing shaft. The steady motion of smooth pads running and clutching his sensitive member made Duke rumble with elation. From the frequency of his throbs, Suel knew the stallion wouldn't last much longer.
With a wet squelch, Suel pushed Duke's flared tip into his mouth, suckling while his lips groped at his sensitive edges. More pre filled his mouth. Suel caught the watery, tasteless liquid against his tongue before swallowing in order to make room for Duke's increasing length. His sheer size stretched Suel's mouth to its limits. Filled to the brim with the stallion's bulged head, all he could do was suckle, wrap his tongue around it, and lick around the edges.
The stallion didn't pause, however. His mating instinct urged Duke to shove hard and deep, and Suel stumbled and almost fell under the stronger and wilder thrusts. His paws slid further down the member, where Duke was thinner and increasingly sensitive.
Suel's back and forth motions around his tip set Duke on the edge, and with the added kneading around his more receptive half, the stallion thrust one more time before a thunderous whinny broke the silence. Duke's tip engorged, his length becoming rock hard. A spasm, one final thrust...
Then wave after wave of thick, gooey, savory seed. Duke's first shot filled Suel's mouth to the brim. He swallowed, but not fast enough to take in the second spurt. The excess semen burst from the corners of his mouth, dribbling across his chin and chest in warm rivulets. And it kept coming, and coming.
Duke convulsed with the toll of pleasure. Suel heard his panting, felt Duke's seed pulsate through his member under his pads. He took one final gulp of seed before he pushed Duke out to squeeze and knead at his tip with his paws. The stallion whinnied again. His spent member hardened again to spew several more jets of his essence before it turned flaccid. Suel let go of it. He rubbed his paws together, tensing at the sensation of semen coating his pads. He spread it across his throbbing length, then kneaded at his own tip. It took only a few strokes for his overly sensitive member tense and spit.
Suel's jaw clenched. The moisture of his pads, the added layer of stallion semen, and the warmth of his paw's confines was too much. He held back for a couple more strokes until his tip burned with unspent seed, then released with a yowl. His vision flickered during the multiplied orgasm, and every muscle in his body tightened with the strain of release. Four jets left in quick succession, offering relief to the parched soil. Suel barely noticed the stallion, whose nose reached towards his groin. Duke pushed the wolvar's paws aside to receive a thin line of seed between his nostrils. Suel smiled, and rubbed it off him with a slick paw. It only made it worse by spreading their combined juices across Duke's nose. The stallion licked himself clean, then nickered.
"How did you like your anniversary?" Suel asked.
The stallion nuzzled him, with that semen coated nostrils of his. Suel chuckled and rubbed his cheeks against Duke's.
"I thought so too."
Suel crashed on his back, and Duke curled at his side to settle his chin onto his belly. Suel pushed it away. "It's already hot as it is. Don't make it worse," he said.
The stallion snorted and assumed the same position.
Suel grumbled, but didn't object. It was his anniversary. He deserved it.
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