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Suel's Pandaria Adventure

by: Partran ( http://www.furaffinity.net/user/partran/)

Suel panted as he plodded noiselessly along beneath the mottled shade of the tall stands of bamboo. The shade gave only small relief from the cloying heat of high summer as the lone wolvar followed the winding path through the bamboo forest. The air hung thick and soupy about him and the sounds of the world beyond were muted and distant.

Pausing to reach for his waterskin, Suel rubbed his fur and sighed thinking that having a pelt was great comfort in the snow covered expanses of the Dragonblight or when scouting through the peaks near Ulduar, but here, on the tropical island of Pandaria, it seemed much less of an asset.

He lifted the waterskin to his muzzle and squeezed the pouch, feeling the lukewarm water splash into his muzzle and down his front a bit. He closed his eyes and swallowed, making a face at the hot water. It was no wonder the natives here appeared at first glance to be lazy. They spent a great deal of the middle of the days resting in the shade and drinking heavily. He had seen, however, how busy they were in the cooler morning and evening hours. Still, he wanted to be in Sri La before sundown and that meant he had to travel now in the heat of the day. Slinging his waterskin back over his shoulder he trod onward through the deep forest.

His short legs carried him through and between the tall stands of bamboo and he felt himself growing hotter even in the shade. The heaviness of the soupy air seemed to tingle at his fur and he felt flushed and his mouth began to go dry again. The wolvar blinked and shook his head, the hot air and the odd haze in his vision sapped the strength from his muscles. The feeling of helplessness and... something else.. began to get to him and he looked around. Standing in the gloom, surrounded by the oppressive heat, he began to ponder one of the midday naps the locals were so fond of.

Suel stood, weaving slowly in the shade of the forest, unknowingly watched from the verdant gloom. A pair of green eyes watched the curious stranger and, despite the cloying heat, the ponderous figure wore a broad wooden and iron cap and his face was wrapped in scarlet cloth. The watcher stared, seeing the outsider befuddled in the shade of the bamboo, and felt the all too familiar undercurrent of influence. The watcher crouched, a silent observer, and beside him the azure wolf growled quietly as its fur crackled faintly with static.

The silent and unseen watcher followed Suel as the wolvar wandered further into the forest, unaware that his paws had left the path he'd intended to take some time ago and moving him down a path of their own choosing. Suel could feel the strength-sapping heat and almost without thinking reached up to push back his hood and pant openly now, wishing for a moment he were back home in the wind swept snow plains of his home. After a moment he felt confused as to why he were wearing such heavy clothing in this damnable heat. Then, glancing down and seeing himself as if watching from afar, he untied his kilt and let the wrap fall from his short furry legs to slump forgotten on the forest floor. The trailing observer stared and his green eyes crinkled up around the edges as he grinned softly under his mask. This one would be useful in his hunt.

Suel turned with a start as he heard someone approach, stepping from the shadows of the forest and clearing his throat in a way intending to draw attention and not surprise the wolvar too much. Suel, through the growing haze in his vision, saw the round figure approaching. He was massive, all the pandaren were, and thick muscled arms under short fur showed that despite the appearance of corpulence, this pandaren was incredibly strong. Pandaren were built round, outsiders often remaking how they looked plump or fat, but hiding beneath those deceptive curves was a great deal of muscle on a frame that towered over most of the other races. Suel, being from a smaller race, was well and truly dwarfed against most adult pandaren and this one was no different.

The mysterious figure approached, green eyes showing between broad brim and red mask and the faintest clink of mail and scuff of thick leather could be heard. The wolvar felt his eyes drawn to the massive arbalest the pandaren cradled in his arms.

"You there, outsider!" the pandaren's bass voice called as he approached, "A moment, if you would."

Suel stared muzzily at the pandaren, seeing the round belly and short, trunk thick legs, and found himself idly wondering about what might lay between. He wasn't the least bit aware of his current nudity and stood there nodding, finding words after a too long pause, "Yes?" he asked in the common tongue, having a bit of a growl in his accent.

The pandaren watched this odd creature standing there, dazed from the odd tang in the air. The wolvar's stance was loose and relaxed and, clear to the warden's view, he could see the small male's sheath swelling. The sha must be nearby, the pandaren warden thought, feeling his own thoughts faintly clouded and a pressure at the base of his own sheath growing. Along the peaks of the Kun Lai Summit prowled the Sha of Anger, and rumors spoke of Fear gripping those in the temple of Yu'lon, but here a more insidious presence had been felt. The nearby village had gone quiet and upon investigation there had been semen stains on the carved banisters and beer barrels in the inn and all of the villagers were asleep in a pile in the grass some still crotch to crotch in the aftermath of what must have been an orgy of Celestial proportions. Next spring would likely see quite a few births from the antics that had exhausted every last pandaren there.

The warden shook his head, trying to clear the mental image of the debauchery that had gleefully taken place in the village even after the Sha had departed. His ass was still a little sore and here was this little outlander under the Sha's influence. He smiled and said, "Outsider, there is a presence here in this forest that I need your help to capture and banish. I can offer you some reward from the Shado-Pan's coffers if you're willing to help."

Dazed, feeling flushed and that sweltering heat envelop him, Suel nodded dumbly, licking his black lips. "It's my duty to help cleanse the land if I can." He said, looking down suddenly at the sensation of a paw on his sheath and exposed black cockhead. He seemed momentarily surprised when he realized it was his own paw teasing the underside of his prick. He felt odd, like the time one of the druidesses of his circle had been in heat. The pheromones then had gripped him almost as they did now, and he shifted uneasily, momentarily regaining his composure enough to stop fondling himself in front of this armed pandaren. He cleared his throat and fought back the embarrassment then spotted the big blue wolf sitting a short distance behind the pandaren and couldn't help but see that the huge canine, sitting on his haunches, was half exposed himself. "What, what can I do?" the wolvar stammered as he fought for focus.

The pandaren looked around the stands of bamboo and seemed momentarily thoughtful, pointing to a small clearing, "Head over there. I'll be back in a moment."

Suel, shaking his head to try and regain his composure, gave a nod and ambled slowly over to the clearing. As he plodded clumsily where the pandaren had pointed, he saw the shadows between the trees that told him something was moving through the gloom in lazy pursuit. Once more he realized he was slowly stroking himself and his prick had pushed almost wholly from his sheath. He sighed at the sensation and, the pandaren warden not present, let himself savor a long moment of petting his own unbearably needy body. He cried out suddenly at a sudden pain in his rump and reflexively reached a paw back to where he felt he'd been stung. Pulling the stinger free he blinked muzzily at the thing in his hand before realizing it was a simple bamboo dart. He stared at it blankly for a moment, confused, then felt his knees start to go lax and he sank slowly to the soft leaf littered ground.

A deep voice behind him made him try and focus through a sudden upwelling of warm darkness, "Sorry about that. I'll not want you wiggling too much for a bit." The pandaren was walking up behind him carrying three freshly cut, stout bamboo poles and had a coil of rope hanging from one shoulder. "Enjoy a bit of a nap. You'll wake up soon and we can get to work."

Suel blinked, rolling clumsily onto his back and tried to change shape, to find that place within him where he could push and call up the form of a great panther. He could feel the shift in him, but as darkness began to envelop him his momentary grasp of the power slipped out of reach and he slipped into the inky darkness.

The wolvar blinked himself awake and found himself staring at the grass a couple of inches away from his snout. He must not have been unconscious very long, his rump still stung where the dart had been. He shifted, or tried to anyway, but found he could barely turn his head. He felt a bit of a panic as he realized he was tied to a stout, quickly assembled, bamboo frame. He lay face down, ass up and ankles spread on this surprisingly sturdy contraption.

Turning his head frantically around, he asked "What are you doing!?" Suel's seeking eyes finally found the warden standing a short distance away and realized that the warden had divested himself of that confining armor and was drinking heavily from an earthenware jug.

"You agreed to help." The pandaren said simply as he finished a long swig from the bottle and set it aside. "And you'll need to be still for this. Gotta lure the thing out and there's only one way I know of to do that."

With some horror it dawned on Suel that the pandaren's fat sheath was already swollen and that pink prick stood up from it as the warden approached, "Don't worry. I've done this before. Arashi and I occasionally run across a sha now and again. This one's been slippery."

Suel blinked, not knowing what a "Sha" was and definitely not sure how being tied up around a naked male was going to help. The warden approached and crouched, leaning over to stroke a paw over Suel's upturned ass, grunting quietly, "But you're a little one. Wonder if you'll be able to handle it?"

The wolvar shifted against the huge warm paw, dwarfed by the pandaren, and realized for the first time that he was achingly hard beneath him and while he had been unconscious that his building need hadn't abated in the least. Blushing, he pressed his ass against that paw and the pandaren's blunt muzzle broke into a grin as he squeezed those small pert cheeks and pushed the short tail aside.

"Even the wildlife here has been affected." The warden commented, gazing out into the shadows of the forest, "And they'll have to be involved to draw the sha out."

He stroked the wolvar's short tail up and grunted quietly as he produced a small bottle. The small hollowed gourd was lacquered and had a small cork stopper in the top. The pandaren opened it with care and the faint earthy scent of some kind of seed or nut wafted out. The warden tipped up the bottle and amber oil poured over the male's thick fingers. Without hesitation he began to massage that oil under Suel's tail and knead the hidden skin of that tight ring slowly. Suel groaned at the warmth and an unbidden moan came to his lips as he shivered and felt himself involuntarily relax.

"Oho." The jovial warden said, "Someone's been helpful like this before." He gave a grin and played with that warm ring, stroking it and kneading yet more oil under that small male's tail before standing slowly and stepping back. Once more he looked around the forest and then applied the oil to his own large prick lazily before walking away. "Now keep quiet and let's start."

The pandaren shifted back out of Suel's sight and into the shadows of the forest and silence took the clearing. The wolvar shifted and looked about as best he could bound here, achingly hard and ass slick with oil. He felt painfully exposed and vulnerable lashed to the sturdy bamboo frame. After what felt like ages, there came a rustling from the edge of a stand of bamboo. Turning his head Suel gasped at the outline of a great beast, and then, as some forest god of old, an immense tiger in the colors of a roaring fire, stepped from the shadows into the dim mottled light.

A reverential silence seemed to follow the beast, the fluid stride soundless and even the sounds of distant birds grew respectfully silent as the beast stalked forward. Suel could see his amber eyes, glinting with gold, as this monstrously sized tiger approached on paws as large as the wolvar's own chest. Despite its awe inspiring size the creature was nearly soundless and as it approached and the beast's muzzle was twisted into a grimace of bared teeth and flared whiskers as it made a face Suel recognized. It scented the air as though it smelled a female in heat, the grimace and the flared whiskers and the faint snuffling a response to the same smoldering urge that the wolvar himself felt. Then the tiger began to stalk in a slow circle ever nearer the bound male. Suel turned his head this way and that to try and follow the lazy spiral the tiger approached in, shuddering as he glimpsed the pale pink point of the tiger's arousal exposed beneath jostling testicles.

Felines were not well known for their relative endowment, but this beast, huge alongside the diminutive wolvar, would be more than sufficient to give him pause were he in any such position to resist. As it were, he could neither resist nor hide his own need as his dark erection stood beneath him and he ached to feel some relief, even if it had to be driven from him by this imposing beast.

The tiger slinked quietly behind Suel and the wolvar shifted, trying to struggle against the pandaren's excellent knots and could not see the tiger when it stepped behind him. He shuddered, tail up and to the side of its own accord, and felt the burning need in his belly that he imagined only the proudest tigresses ever got to feel for this majestic lord of the forest.

There in the twilight gloom the tiger drew close, the warden watching and feeling his own growing arousal at the sight of the squirming outlander being stalked by the aroused beast. Then the moment the tiger's square muzzle pushed up between the small globes of the male's cheeks, snuffling for that pheromone laced oil the pandaren had left.

Suel shuddered, the puffs of hot breath washing along the crease of his ass as he quivered, the tiger snuffling in short curious sniffs at the inviting and intoxicating scent of the small male's ass. Then he began to clamber his huge body over the bamboo frame, driven for a need to rut. Suel closed his eyes, biting his lip as the tiger's shadow passed over him and eclipsed his small body beneath it. He felt the tickle of the tiger's stiff fur on his rump and thighs. The faint tapping prod as the tiger squatted forward and sought to align himself properly with this sacrifice lain before him.

The warden stared hungrily, he could see the squatting crouch of the massive tiger and watched the faint tremble of the beast's thighs as it prodded the wolvar's rear with his seeking arousal, tapping, tapping, and then a thrust.

The tapping grew more insistent and Suel's eyes were tightly closed, each prod of that seeking prick making him shudder as the anticipation bloomed in his gut. Then a tap on his tender ring, oiled and slick, and the massive beast lurched at finding what he so desperately sought. The beast was massive over Suel and its prick was driven hard into Suel's ass, making his ring ache with the girth of the beast and cry out as he was made to accommodate the incensed male. The girth of that prick burned its way through the druid's ass and he felt suddenly owned by the beast. The penetration was not a simple slide but was instead a series of shuddering thrusts that always delved deeper until the beast was grinding his hips in short shallow thrusts against the male's greased rear.

Suel groaned, the ache and coarse pull of that spined prick inside him making him shudder and then suddenly convulse and spurt a sudden jet of cum onto the grass below. Subjugated beneath this tiger and its initial thrusts the small wolvar came hard and clenched, gripping that invading prick as his dark knot throbbed hard within the confines of his own sheath.

The warden watched, eyes taking in the sight of the small druid orgasming helplessly from the beast's rough mounting. His hand had strayed down to his own oiled prick and was stroking it slowly as he watched the shuddering short thrusts of the tiger. They weren't known for their stamina, and the large tiger's eager snarls and growls as the wolvar grunted beneath him filled the empty clearing with quickly building lust. With a start he felt something hot brush is own exposed prick and glanced down to see Arashi's muzzle hanging open as the large blue wolf panting, having swiped his broad soft tongue over the warden's erection.

"Tch, wait your turn, horny beast." The pandaren chided with a grin, seeing the increased cascade of faint static sparks along the wolf's pelt signifying its own growing arousal.

The wolf gave him a sad look but sat down on its haunches to watch the show, revealing a couple of inches of red-violet prick standing from its own sheath to hang in the air.

Suel grunted as the powerful beast's short thrusts clapped those large round testicles and flexing spread thighs against his ass. The wolvar's short tail was pushed to one side and he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. It was rough and the barbs on the massive tiger were somewhat uncomfortable but the thick spear of the tiger's shaft pushed hard into him and the rough thrusts grew in pace. Unexpectedly he felt a tug at his nape, the wolvar's eyes going wide at the sudden rough pull of sharp teeth at the back of his neck. The tiger didn't bite down but gripped urgently as he ground his spread thighs hard to the wolvar's bound and exposed body and, with a growl barely muffled by the fold of neck fur and skin, erupted into the small male's clasping ass.

A surge of searing cloying heat blossomed in Suel's guts only to be washed deeper by several more. The tiger's body was rigid and trembling as the wolvar was bred, his ass full of feral tiger prick and his guts soon awash with the tiger's seed. Blushing hotly the small druid realized he'd already cum from this and was still hard achingly hard in his own sheath.

The tiger's growling peaked and receded as his prick pulsed and throbbed and the influence of the mysterious sha drove a far more excessive shuddering orgasm from him than the poor beast had ever experienced. Soon Suel's gut ached with the sloshing bulk of it inside him and rich cum spurted and bubbled around that invading tapered shaft, puddling onto the forest floor beneath the wolvar and soon joining his own seed in staining the turf.

The tiger unceremoniously jerked his hips back and freed his cock from the wolvar, immediately accompanied by a yelp from the bound male. The barbs pulled as the tiger withdrew amid a gush of beast seed and Suel couldn't help but cry out at the sensation. Panting, he watched as the tiger walked in a stiff legged and wobbly gait into the shadows of the forest, prick oozing cum that dribbled a trail into the grass.

A few long moments passed as Suel lay there, gathering his wits and panting at the feeling. His ass was sore and raw from the great beast's lust and the heat of the tiger's cum was only mildly soothing. He lay there on the bamboo frame and closed his eyes, shuddering at the feeling of that animal's seed oozing from his abused rear and feeling more than a little embarrassed at how hard he still was.

It was there, hanging in that afterglow and amid the warmth of his carnal shame, that he felt a sudden heat and swipe of something along his abused undertail.

"Wha?!"

"Relax." The warden's resonant voice replied as a huge comforting paw were laid on the wolvar's back, "Arashi's gonna get his turn then we'll see about luring out the Sha."

"But didn't that work? With the tiger?" The wolvar was finding it hard to put words together. The giant wolf's tongue was cleaning him in a thorough fashion from his swollen sheath, up over his hanging modest nuts and then to mop up the deluge of tiger cum. The wolvar shivered each time that broad, soft lupine tongue swiped over his fur and was unable to even think when it slipped against his abused and still gaping ring.

"Worked fine. Just wasn't all that has to be done." Suel, amid the haze of the renewed arousal and the sensations of that damn wolf tongue, was only dimly aware that the pandaren was idly stroking his own cock as it jutted fat and short from the pandaren's fuzzy sheath. "Now don't worry, Arashi'll take care of you while I go take care of something."

Later Suel would wonder if the wolf understood what the warden was saying because at this moment the wolvar felt the floppy hot canine tongue slide inside of his abused rear and that squirming sensation made thought impossible.

The warden watched with amusement as the wolvar's mouth hung open, having been about to say something but suddenly unable to even think as the wolf licked his inner walls. He had to resist helping Arashi right then and turned to busy himself. The warden found it hard to focus on the task that needed doing when there was a little fuzzy outlander here he rather be doing.

Suel watched the pandaren step once more into the shadows and underbrush, wanting to say something but finding it impossible to think as the giant wolf rimmed him. His orgasm had washed away the haze of need briefly but it'd come back and that wolf's tongue squirming at his sore opening only compounded the feelings. That soft tongue squirmed at the cusp of his depths and he shifted back, losing himself again at the sensation and squirming. The big beast probed into him and licked eagerly, hungrily, rimming that squirming ass as his red-violet prick pushed slowly from the pale icy blue fur of his sheath.

Arashi was aware of this little male's squirming and was thoroughly cleaning the traces of the tiger's lusts from him before withdrawing his long muzzle and nuzzling the perky small rear. The blue stormwolf stepped up easily and perched his large paws on the wolvars hips then gripped around his waist as best he could. The beast hunched himself forward until he could feel that wet crease teasing his slender cock.

Suel was brought from the haze of that relaxing intimate bestial kiss by the wolf's weight on his back. He grunted and felt the wolf's weight and the wrap of his paws around the wolvar's waist. Eyes closed, Suel shuddered briefly thinking he knew what was about to happen. A sudden faint crackle of static as the wolf's cock stroked along his ass made him yelp. It hadn't been painful, merely startling and the sudden distraction allowed Arashi to lurch forward and sink several inches of that narrow canine prick into the small druid's spread ass.

His canine dick not yet swollen, Arashi easily thrust himself deep into the well fucked ass, walking his hind legs forward in a jittering dance until he crammed his sheath against that ring with his dick completely buried in the wolvar's ass. The wolf's sheath bunched up at Suel's ring and that cock slid from sheath into the wolvar without ever touching air. Narrow and long it penetrated deep into the male's cunt with ease and Arashi panted at the welcoming heat of both the squirming wolvar and the remains of the tiger's copious lust.

It was only moments before Arashi began to thrust roughly, making his black nuts dance and clap against Suel's rear as the wolvar's own prick pointed uselessly at the ground. Once more the druid could feel himself swelling in his own sheath from the pressure in his battered ass. He whined and tried to clench and push back, his ring still tender from the tiger's ministrations.

Arashi would have none of it and gripped hard with his paws, blunt canine claws digging some into the narrow waist and hips of the male bound beneath him and he fucked that little bitch beneath him furiously. The wolf's thighs flexed and he drove hard in his shuddering fuck of the helpless male, having been given permission by his master.

Suel could only helplessly clench that intruding prick, feeling the slender contours and the stiffness of the wolf's bone driving into his ass. The intruder began to swell quickly and Suel bit his lip, whimpering at the feel of its inevitable growth, soon feeling the incipient knot slipping through his clutching ring.

Arashi panted on top of Suel and gripped him hard, knot swelling further and further until he was having to force it into the squirming male, then having to wrench it free again. The tight ring slurping loudly in messy fashion as Suel shuddered, almost crying out with each thrust in as the knob of the storm wolf's prick grew bigger.

With a sudden growling bark Arashi thrust hard and Suel's ass was forced painfully open as the knot was driven into him. It crammed to his ring, pausing at the tightness there, then Suel's ass ached as he was forced open and the fat bulb passed hard into his guts, swelling immensely and almost immediately far too large to be pulled out. As this knot was driven hard into Suel's depths the blue wolf's fur became alive with coruscating static, a torrential flood of thin, watery wolf seed gushing from him and making Suel's guts bloat with the stream that began with the wolf's first thrust and only reached its apex once the knot drove hard and forced him open.

The knot lodged in him, Suel couldn't help but grip tight. The faint ache of was too much inside him. Swelling even larger, that hard bulb seated in him crushed his prostate, making him moan and shudder helplessly, whining like a bitch in heat. It was then, as he lay trapped under the wolf whose hips still shuddered with shallow thrusts, that he felt a sudden clench of his insides. Deep within his overstretched ass, now gurgling with this monstrous wolf's cum, small jolts of lightning sprang from the wolf's prick and caused the wolvar's inner muscles to clench and spasm.

Suel's eyes grew wide and he cried out, the static inside him making his nerves feel as though they were on fire. His prick slapped hard to his belly, spraying cum relentlessly all over the forest floor and the bamboo frame he was lashed to. Each time the wolf's body shuddered and caused that knot to jostle inside an echoing discharge of static from Arashi's engorged knot coursed through Suel's depths and caused another pulse of cum to be forced from his balls and splatter helplessly in the grass.

It was only a moment before Suel's balls ached from emptiness, but still that knot in his ass shuddered with Arashi's frantic shallow trapped thrusts and the pulses of electricity. Suel's body spasmed repeatedly in prolonged orgasm. His voice grew hoarse as he cried out, being fucked by that knotted pulsing cock until he could produce nothing more drove him senseless, making him shudder and soon go limp under the wolf as he was drained completely and soon had nothing left within him save the gurgling loads of animal cum that were now bubbling deep into his belly in a way that left him aching even further.

Some time passed as Suel hung there, now limp and devoid of all thought. Drunk on the forced orgasms and exhausted beyond reason, it took him a while to begin to regain his senses. At first he only recognized it as a steady constant tug at his lower body. Dimly he began to realize that Arashi must have stepped off of him and turned around because now they stood/lay rump to rump. The wolf's prick inside him still faintly pulsed with the last tremors of the influence driven orgasm.

Eventually Suel heard the faint footfalls of someone walking towards him and he desperately hoped it was the warden. He'd not want to be found like this, the fucktoy of some wild beast, by someone else.

"Someone's worn out." The pandaren's voice said, approaching from just out of view from where Suel lay, "Arashi, did you have fun?"

Suel grunted at the shift of the wolf, who must have turned to greet his master and the brush of the blue wolf's tail over his backside as it wagged lazily.

"You about done? I'd like a turn."

To Suel's horror the wolf leaned away from him, answering his master's call, and he could feel that immense fist of a knot in his ass tugging outwardly and he tried to cry out, only able to manage a weak groan. Tugging steadily the wolf planted four feet and, with a pop like a cork from a bottle, Suel felt a sudden pressure vanish from with him only to be replaced by a sudden feeling of a lava-hot gush of fluid from his ass

"Damn, boy," the pandaren laughed, "you leave any fuck in the outlander for me?"

Suel groaned and felt the sudden evacuation of his aching guts of what must be a bucket full of mixed animal seed. He felt it wash out of his ass in a torrent that left a rippling pool in the grass beneath him. He lay there helpless, too weak and spent to do more than merely sprawl there bound and trembling.

The sensations that followed were distant and Suel shivered at the stroking of the pandaren's large paws over his rear. He was still lost in the afterglow and fatigue of what must have been nearly an hour of almost constant orgasm from that damn static knot. The pandaren stroked his large paws over the small male's rear and rubbed a finger along that open and tender fleshy ring. The touch there sent a strong quiver up Suel's spine and his sore prick ached as if wanting to cum yet again.

"We're almost done, outlander, think you can go a little more?" The pandaren's voice was actually concerned and the small wolvar gave a faint nod, unable to speak.

In the shadows of the forest something gathered, having been drawn by the taste in the air of some trapped creature's inescapable lust. As the warden pulled back his sheath to reveal his fat prick and slide into the soft and gaping pussy of this smaller male, the shadows in the forest began to coalesce.

The warden leaned over and, as the knob of his girthy prick slide easily into Suel's gaping hole, covered the small male's shoulders with his huge, strong paws. The pandaren gripped the male and sank easily into his abused ring, panting. "That's it, all loose and slick just how I like it."

The pandaren slowly rocked his hips, eyes closed as he felt the weak grip of that abused ass and the deluge of animal cum that acted as lube. He kneaded and massaged the wolvar's shoulders as he plunged his prick into the unresisting ring, huffing some and having to split his attention between quickly fucking this perfectly abused ass and watching the shadows in the forest.

The pandaren sank deeply into Suel and the small wolvar groaned again, giving a faint growling pant as his long-spent cock twitched in halfhearted effort to grow hard again. The warden paused to lift his belly up and lay it on the small wolvar's rear before finishing the push that brought his heavy nuts against the upturned rear.

"Not gonna take long, boy." he grunted as he began to slowly fuck the wolvar, trying to take his time as he was already quite close to dumping his load into the bound outlander. He thrust slowly, drawing it out, feeling that tickle at the base of his prick grow into an almost electric and fiery sensation and he shuddered, holding himself on edge with each thrust that had to be slowed and almost stilled.

Suel grunted and shifted under the bigger male, the belly warm on his rear, and tried gamely to clench down or grip and found himself unable to do more than hug lightly that pandaren cock inside him.

Finally the warden's resistance began to crumble and he thrust harder, fat knob and heavy shaft stirring a small ocean of cum inside the trapped druid and with sudden grunting thrusts he felt himself explode into the boy.

In the gloom outside the clearing the shadowy clouds boiled at the taste of that orgasm, long held on edge, and the shadowy beast assumed a solid form. The violet tinged Sha of Lust boiled from the grass of the forest and rose up, drawing strength off of the four males and their relentless rutting. It grew and seethed, feeling stronger and stronger as the warden's orgasm fired thick gout after thick gout of heavy cum into the male's ass...

The warden, awash in his own orgasm, only dimly heard the clank and clatter of metal and springs in the distance and a sudden howl of surprise and dismay cut off as the small violet-black creature watching from the shadows was caught suddenly in a magical trap.

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The cool air of night roused Suel. He ached all over and felt sticky frankly everywhere. His eyes peeled gradually open and he blinked a few times, realizing after a moment that the slices of black over him that seemed to obscure the sky were fronds of tall bamboo stalks. He slowly began to piece together what happened and struggled to sit up. Beneath him, sticky and cool, was an immense puddle of mixed fluids that reeked of sex. His wrists and ankles were sore but that was eclipsed by the persistent ache from his ass and the feeling of stretched emptiness from his guts.

It took him several minutes before he could find the strength to sit up and look slowly, achingly, around the clearing. Of the Warden and the wolf there was no trace. His own clothing lay nearby and had been... folded? On top of his sparse garments lay a pair of boots and a small pouch as well as a full waterskin.

He blinked, puzzled, and on the third attempt at standing managed to stumble over and pick up the bundle. He stared blearily at the shoes then down at his perpetually bare paws, sighing. "Well these will get sold." He picked up the pouch as well, glancing into it and seeing that, while he may have gotten boots he'd never wear, he at least came out this 15 gold pieces and 32 silver the richer.

Turning, reward in hand, Suel limped slowly from the clearing. His short tail lifted over his still gaping ring as still the mixed gifts of three males oozed from him as he walked.