The centaur, the badger and the druid (UB)
The red-bearded centaur stepped smartly away and shot the druid an embarrassed glance. "usually that does it," he muttered, and the druid laughed - not unkindly, but he laughed. "don't worry about it," the druid said. "weasel-kin mate for hours.
Chapter Seven
The dwarf made a rude gesture at the midknight before scurrying to the druid's side and muttering something incomprehensible to her. "there's no need for that." the druid replied softly.
The warrior, the druid and the badger (UB)
The druid was making soothing noises as he stroked the wet folds of the beast's sex.
Harvesting the Seed
In only a few quick moments, the druid would stop caring what was happening; the nectar would induce a sexual frenzy in druid that would override all thought and protest.
The storms of Feralas
The druid playfully hit the warrior on the snout with the re-rolled map, before taking the lead. "and one would think you were a gazelle with the amount of walking you seem to enjoy," fern said, flicking the druids ear.
The lion, the badger and the druid (Unbirthing)
\*\*\*\*\* thistlefur belched and the druid smiled.
Friend in a New World
He stared at the druid who gestured him over and to sit down. he sat down and looked at him, trying to figure out the druid. he noticed that the druid pulled out his robe a bit, and guessed that it was to hide some of his stomach that had been showing.
The Cracked Mesa Irregulars: part 4
Since zig was dosing, the job fell to the druid.
After the Storm
The normally open tent was closed tight, and the large druid now standing watch in-front of it would allow no one inside, not even other druids. "how long are you going to be in there, haneo?"
Fires of Draenor
Suddenly, the druid thrust forward, keeping himself there, and began shifting form into a bear. the already thick cock lodged inside the monk began to grow and filled him up even more as the druid changed shape.
Payment Due
It was welles the druid, finally seeing fit to return to camp. "once more, i bring you plenty of herbs and samples to sort, my good friend!" the brown furred worgen druid said, throwing three sacks into a pile near the campfire.
A Primal Arrangement
He said as he bowed down to the druid in the same reverence as he would his village elder.