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If anyone had asked Dannisan to describe Northrend in one word, she would have immediately offered the word 'cold'.

Cold was not something Dannisan enjoyed in large quantities. For most of her nearly thirty years of life on the Wandering Isle, she'd enjoyed tropical temperatures with an abundance of sunshine, but for the last few weeks she'd been roaming Grizzly Hills, hoping to catch a glimpse of an elusive bear of which she'd heard rumours. At her side was her trusty worg Ember, an attractive brown-and-cream animal she'd tamed in the Burning Steppes. He loped along at an easy pace as she trotted on her deathcharger through the expansive pine forest, following narrow, rutted game trails.

A gust of frosty wind blew over her as a gap in the trees exposed the red-furred pandaren to the constant northerlies coming down from Zul'Drak. She shivered and hunched herself up as much as she could under the insulated poncho she'd purchased from an itinerant trader she'd encounter a few days ago. Although it was well made, it had probably been designed for more temperate climes.

"I hate this," she muttered, glancing down at Ember. He had thick, well-insulating fur, which she thought was odd considering he came from a desert environment. "You seem to be okay with it."

Ember replied with a rough-voiced 'wuff', lolling his tongue as he looked up at his master.

"Rub it in my face, why don't you?" Dannisan poked her tongue out at Ember and shivered again. She looked up at the sky, squinting and averting her gaze when she realised that she'd inadvertently looked at the sun again. The sky was a wonderful shade of cobalt, with just a few wisps of white cloud drifting rapidly towards the south. The sun's position showed that she had a couple hours of daylight before nightfall set in.

The pandaren stopped and fished out of a pocket a well-worn map of the region. It had been folded and unfolded so much that it was starting to rip along the creases. It fluttered strongly in the breeze as she peered at it. "I wish I'd taken orienteering courses more seriously," she murmured, squinting at the sky again and looking around at her surroundings. She was in a forest - that much was obvious. She'd strayed off the regular paths, however, and she hadn't seen any major landmarks on which she could base a locative guess. There was a road that ran roughly north-south some distance to the west, but she had no idea how far away it was.

"Ugh." She brushed a purple-streaked lock of deep brown hair back from her face and sighed. "Ember, next time I decide to go exploring, bite my leg." The worg wuffed an affirmative as she carefully refolded the map and tucked it away again. She leaned back in her saddle and considered her next move. Although she wanted to continue her search for Arcturus, the famed spirit bear that supposedly inhabited northwestern Grizzly Hills, she'd learned that night tended to fall rather quickly at these higher latitudes, and tonight it seemed she'd be forced to camp out under the stars with whatever she could hunt for dinner.

"Right, we're stopping for the night, Ember." Dannisan took up her charger's reins again and gave him a gentle kick in the ribs to urge him onwards. The horse obligingly followed the pandaren's direction, following the rutted dirt track through the tall pines for a few minutes, until they came to a bare trickle of a creek that ran across the track. It was barely a foot deep, and about four feet wide. The track continued on the other side, curving out of sight as it rose up a hill. The closely packed trees thinned out here to provide a small clearing on the near bank, big enough to build a small cookfire and put up a tent. "This seems like a good place to stop."

Dannisan swung off her charger and dropped to the ground with a soft thud. She tied the horse to a tree and started setting up camp, starting with removing her packs from her mount's flanks and pulling out things she would need to make her temporary stay comfortable. Ember lapped at the creek's icy waters, then sprawled out with tongue lolling to watch the pandaren try to put up her tent.

The process of erecting a tent - at least the one that Dannisan had purchased from a somewhat shady dealer - was fraught with frustration and copious amounts of swearing. She wasn't normally given over to gratuitous usage of cuss words, but occasions such as this seemed to demand it. It was about as simple as a tent could get - two forked sticks with a long support bar across the top, over which a large waterproof sheet was stretched. However, keeping the forked sticks upright long enough for her to put the support bar on was proving difficult. Eventually she hit on the idea of putting up one stick at an angle, resting one end of the support bar in the fork, then carefully raised the bar and tilted the forked stick back, allowing her to get the second stick and wedge it under the support's other end. Once that was done, she lashed them together with some thin rope, and put down two guy ropes to keep the delicate structure standing. Over this she threw a large brown tarpaulin, and whacked pegs through holes along the edges to anchor it to the ground. The whole operation took her about half an hour, and left her feeling exhausted.

She slumped to the ground beside Ember, and leaned closer to slip an arm around him, nuzzling her face into his warm, musty-smelling fur. "Mmm, you smell good," she murmured as she stroked a hand through his long cream-coloured chest fur. He turned his head and tried to lick wetly over her face. Giggling, she pulled back and faced him, allowing his large pink tongue to swipe at her muzzle. "Mmm." Dannisan opened her mouth and let Ember's tongue lick inside, trying to suckle on it as he happily attempted to shove it into her throat. She didn't much fancy his breath, but she enjoyed this gesture of intimacy, among others.

As the worg wiggled his tongue inside Dannisan's mouth, she began to feel the stirrings of arousal in her loins. She dug her fingers into Ember's neck fur and pressed her face closer, revelling in the taboo nature of the kiss, moaning softly as he explored her mouth. After a minute or so she broke the kiss and sat back, panting. "Later, Ember. I need to get us some dinner." She rubbed the worg's ears and stood up, wincing as her knees clicked, and went to retrieve her bow, her weapon of choice. "I'll be back soon. Stay here and guard." Ember barked twice and wagged his tail, as if acceptance of his assignment.

Dannisan smiled and padded off down the creek, unsure of her chances of finding any game for dinner. She was not familiar with game or their habits in Northrend, and she'd often had to spend ages lying in wait or prowling to catch something. So far, most of her catches had been turkeys and alpine hares, which were plentiful in the region. She was getting rather sick of them though.

By the time she returned to camp, the sun had disappeared behind the trees, and the air was noticeably cooler as night moved in. In her left hand she held a large fish that she'd managed to shoot in a pool about twenty minutes' walk downstream. It had been quite a shallow pool, so refraction hadn't been much of a problem. For Ember she'd snagged yet another of the ubiquitous hares.

She stripped off her mail armour and set it aside, then skinned and prepared the hare, before throwing it down on a clear section of grass. While the worg was occupied with that, she built up a small cookfire. From one of her packs she took a damp bundle, and unwrapped it to expose a large lump of clay. She broke it in half, rewrapped one part of it and tucked it away, then set to work flattening the remainder into a thin sheet. She placed the fish on one side, folded the clay over it, and sealed up the edges. The clay was then placed in the fire to cook. This was one of her favourite methods of cooking, as it was so simple, and it meant she didn't have to fillet the fish, a job which she disliked.

The pandaren cuddled with Ember and watched the fire as night fell around them. Her charger - she still hadn't come up with a suitable name for the frosty undead horse which she'd acquired from an auction - stood quietly nearby, his breath misting in the increasingly frigid air as he chewed idly on the cold-hardy grass.

After some time had passed, Dannisan fetched the clay tablet from the fire, using a large pair of tongs to do so. A plate was pulled from another pack, and she cracked the clay open with a large stone, letting a rush of fish-scented steam escape. "Mmm, yummy," she said as she very carefully pried the clay off the fish. The scales had adhered to the clay, leaving the almost pristine white meat of the fish intact. A little spice sprinkled from a little bottle made the meal complete.

Dannisan savoured the succulent flesh as she ate, now and then moving herself around to avoid Ember's attempts to nibble at it when she wasn't looking. "Stop that! My food, not yours. You've had your rabbit."

Once her belly was full, the pandaren retrieved a tattered book from a bag, and positioned herself so that the firelight illuminated its pages. It was an erotic thriller, set in the battlefront north of the ravaged city of Gilneas, featuring an illicit relationship between a male worgen and an undead woman, crossing the enemy lines to be with each other. It was a rather trashy novel, but she'd found the plot interesting, and the sex scenes even more so. She didn't know much about the Forsaken, but she was fairly sure that they didn't feel the same urges as living people did for sexual interaction. That didn't stop it arousing her, though. As a passage began to heat up, her hand would sneak into her pants and lightly stroke her dampening labia, and eventually she'd have to put the book down to properly take care of herself.

It wasn't long before she encountered another erotic scene. The worgen suitor had crept into the Forsaken camp and taken his unlikely sweetheart on a midnight walk among the hills, seeking a hidden place to consummate their love. The scene quickly escalated into an explicit description of how he slipped his turgid member deep into the cool, almost unfeeling passage of his Forsaken lover, thrusting hard and deep until his knot swelled and locked him inside her as he spurted his hot seed.

Dannisan looked up from the book, as her mind played the scene over again, focusing on every little detail of it. She could feel that she was rather damp, and she just had to get out of her trousers and give herself some relief. Standing up, she slipped her panties and shirt off, leaving her chubby pandaren body naked. The air was chilly, but the warmth of the fire helped to counter it. She moved over to her sprawled-out pet and sat down, leaning against the large worg and spreading her legs. Her fingers rubbed lightly over her downy sex lips and sought out the sensitive nub of her clit. As her fingers slipped into her wet pussy, her palm rubbed against her clit, giving her a little thrill of pleasure. "Mm, that's it... bend her over," she moaned, closing her eyes as she gently pumped her fingers in and out of her passage, making sure that she was getting her clit as well. "Fuck her with that huge cock...." She spread her legs wider and switched hands, grunting and muttering dirty talk under her breath as she worked herself up to a sticky climax.

Her squirming eventually attracted Ember's attention. With her eyes closed, she didn't see him curling himself around to sniff interestedly at his master's crotch. He snuffled rapidly, and flicked his tongue out over her hand, trying to reach the scent engaging his attention.

"Yipe!" Dannisan pulled her hand away, the touch of Ember's tongue giving her a fright. "Ember! What the heck?"

Ember took advantage of his master's surprise and swiped his tongue over her now unprotected sex, tasting the musky nectar seeping from it.

The pandaren's feeling of shock was replaced with a jolt of pleasure when Ember's tongue washed over her clit. "Oh! Oh... hunh...." Engaging in a deep tongue-filled kiss with him was one thing, but she'd never thought of going further with him. Well... not really. She'd heard of certain people who liked to be particularly intimate with their pets, and wondered what it would be like. Now, as her pet lapped eagerly at her seeping snatch, she was fully contemplating taking the next step.

"Hang on, Ember," she said as she pushed herself away. She grabbed one of her packs, cushioned it with her undergarments, and lay down again, resting her upper body against the pack. Spreading her legs again, she called Ember over to her. "Go to it, boy."

The worg didn't waste a moment, lying down between Dannisan's legs and swiping his tongue up and down her slit, tilting his head to try to get his tongue in deeper. She helped him, spreading her labia wide open and panting softly as her pet dug into her tunnel. His cold, wet nose rubbed against her clit, and the strange sensation of it, coupled with the way Ember's tongue was wiggling so much, brought her to a sudden climax. Her back arched, and she thrust her crotch against the worg's muzzle as her orgasm took her. Ember's tongue movement seemed to become more vigorous as her pussy when into overdrive, producing a lot more musky nectar for him to lap up.

For a few moments, Dannisan's vision swam, and she felt incredibly giddy. Then her mind gradually focused as the best of her climactic feelings ebbed away, though Ember still kept it going on a lower heat. Her clit was really sensitive now, but the way her pet pleasured her made her want to keep going, and take it to the next level.

Dannisan almost reluctantly pushed Ember's head away from her crotch and carefully rolled over onto all fours. Almost before she'd got into position the worg was already trying to mount her. "Ember, calm down!" she ordered, rather ineffectively. Her breath was suddenly knocked out of her lungs as he rose up and dragged himself over her back to drop his full weight onto her. "OOF!" She could feel the very pointed tip of his canine cock stabbing around her rump, trying to find her main entrance. She moved her long striped tail out of the way, and as she was reaching back to try to guide him in, he found his mark.

A surprised gasp burst from her throat as Ember's member sank into her with one swift hunch of his back hips. Another lunge buried the rest of it. She couldn't tell how big he was, but she definitely felt the tip bash against something inside her, making her yelp.

Ember's forelegs gripped the pandaren's midsection tightly as he began to thrust rapidly, panting in canine pleasure as he rutted into his owner. Drops of drool dangled from his jaws, dripping wetly onto her face.

Dannisan wasn't a stranger to sex, but this was by far the most intense encounter she'd ever had. She was used to making love, usually lying beneath her male partner, or riding on top, both taking their time to enjoy the erotic sensations before they climaxed, but Ember was showing her the ways of the beast. His hot cock was hammering quickly into her wet sex, pounding against what she was sure must be the entrance to her womb. His heavy balls slapped against her clit as he fucked her, keeping her even more on edge.

She hunkered down lower, keeping her rump high, and urged her worg to screw her harder. "That's it, Ember, fuck my bitch cunt!" Her eyes were half closed as she tried to focus on the delicious sensations Ember's doggie dick was giving her as it pounded in and out of her slick snatch.

It wasn't long before she noticed something about Ember's shaft had changed. It felt as if he was pumping a small ball in and out of her as well, and it was steadily growing. Dannisan was mystified until she realised what it was, suddenly recalling the last sex scene she'd read in her book. She was about to be knotted. She had never had a cock with a knot before, so she had some apprehension about how big it would get, but she was also hyped up with arousal and adrenaline, and eagerly awaiting the unique feeling of it being locked inside her pussy, pulsing strongly as he pumped his hot, watery spunk into her.

Bigger and bigger the worg's knot grew, popping through her wet sex lips over and over until she was panting hard and begging Ember to hurry up and knot her. He did so almost immediately, as his knot finally swelled to full size inside her vagina, stretching it wider than she'd thought possible. His hard thrusts became short jabs, and a few moments later she was startled by an ear-splitting howl as the worg started climaxing. She could feel the tip of his cock mashed against her cervix, and the heat of his seed as it spurted into her.

Dannisan moaned, and reached beneath herself to rub vigorously at her clit, bouncing Ember's furry balls against her fingers as she did so, until with a shuddering cry of satisfaction she reached her own peak. Her quim clutched at her bestial lover's shaft, erratically massaging the huge knot and tapered length, coaxing out his semen. "Nnggh, gimme your puppies, Ember," she panted, suddenly wishing she could be a mother to his children. She could picture his cum overflowing her pussy and leaking into her womb, his sperm seeking out an egg to create a hybrid of canine and pandaren. The thought of such impossibilities kept her orgasm going; she shuddered and panted, rubbing furiously at her clit until she couldn't take any more stimulation. She collapsed forward, keeping her butt up, panting as her climax gradually ebbed.

Ember stayed on top of her for a little while, then swung himself around to face away from her. His tongue lolled as he looked around at his owner, as if to say, "Was it good for you?"

Dannisan sighed happily and rubbed at her belly, enjoying the unique sensation of Ember's knot throbbing in her stretched cunt, squirting his surprisingly hot cum deep into her body.

After several minutes, the pandaren was feeling sore from having to stay in the same position for so long. Her knees in particular were quite painful, and she was feeling a pressure in her pussy from the amount of cum pumped into her. She started to test the strength of the tie, carefully rocking forward and attempting to pull away. She grimaced and yelped when Ember's knot proved to be still too big to easily withdraw.

The fire had almost died down to embers by the time the worg's knot had shrunk enough that it slipped out with a very wet shlurp. The pressure within was relieved in a moment, allowing a gush of semen to splash onto the ground.

Ember sprawled out on his side, curling himself around to lap at his cock, while Dannisan groaned and carefully straightened herself out. "Oh, Ember... you sure know how to satisfy a woman," she murmured, smiling at him. She rolled carefully onto her back, and reached between her legs to sink her fingers into her well-stretched sex. She had no problems pushing four fingers at once into herself, and she couldn't resist giving herself a quick frig. Her clit was still very sensitive, but to her surprise she found herself easily working herself up to another orgasm. Ember's cum oozed out of her as she rapidly thrust her fingers in and out of her slick pussy, her palm slapping firmly against her clit as she did so. Her eyes fixed on her worg, and she wondered if she could get him to come over and finish her off. "Ember, come!" she panted, pulling her hand away and spreading her legs wide in invitation to him.

The worg looked up from cleaning himself off, and scrambled to his feet when he saw his owner's delights on offer again. He padded over and lowered his head between Dannisan's legs, swiping his large tongue over her still gaping hole, tilting his head to try to get deeper into it.

A few seconds of that tongue-lashing was all it took to bring the teetering pandaren over the edge again. She bucked her crotch up against Ember's muzzle, pressing her clit against his cold, wet nose, shuddering all over and crying out in ecstasy as her cunt gave up its bounty of lupine cum and her own juices, right into the worg's mouth. Ember twitched his ears and snuffled happily at the pulsing passage he was enjoying, licking up the copious amounts of his own seed that was now being forced out of it.

The next thing Dannisan knew, Ember was lying a few feet away, and her head was feeling very lightheaded, with remnants of stars and fireworks swimming through her vision. She stared up at the night sky for a few seconds, trying to gather her thoughts. Eventually she sat up, moving slowly, and shook her head. She glanced down at her crotch, and saw a small puddle on the dirt beneath her. Carefully she slipped two fingers into her snatch, and lifted them to her mouth. The taste of the combined fluids from herself and Ember was... unique. Ember's spunk had an overly strong taste of rusty nails - not that she'd ever sucked any.

She rolled over onto all fours and crawled over to her packs. After some rummaging she managed to find a small towel, with which she tried to wipe herself dry. "Someone needs to invent something to soak up crotch fluids," she muttered after she'd done her best to sop up the mess leaking from her pussy. She padded over to the creek to rinse the towel, then laid it out to dry, placing a small rock on it to prevent it blowing away.

She stoked the remnants of the fire, and put a few more branches on it, then pulled a rugged blanket off her horse's back, where it doubled as padding, as she hadn't got around to replacing the saddle. She laid it out on the ground beside her worg and lay down on one side, pulling the other over her to cover. "Mmm," she murmured as she snuggled up to Ember, his coarse fur warm against her body. "You're a good boy, aren't you?" She lightly rubbed at the worg's ears, making them twitch. "I think you and I will have a lot more fun in future."

Ember lifted his head a little and wuffed in reply. His tail thumped against the ground as he wagged it.

The fire crackled and popped as Dannisan drifted off to sleep. In the coming morning, free from the afterglow of sex, she might rethink her 'improved' relationship with her pet, but the feeling of his cock pumping hard into her, and then his knot stretching her, and cum spurting into her hot depths... she definitely wanted more of it! Maybe in the morning, before they set off again....