<15> The thick-furred bear rumbled hungrily into the kiss. Once more, Nathan felt himself melt into his ursine instincts and Quela both, progressively pounding increasingly more firmly as the moments drifted by. The taste of her tongue was somehow intensified, and the tightness that clung to his shaft was tighter than any bear possibly could be. Deep, feral rumbles vibrated through his furred chest and against Quela’s naked back, while Nathan ultimately gave into that feral, carnal desire. Quela’s head dropped as the kiss broke, dunking herself briefly into the rushing river, and Nathan’s thrusts grew twice as fast with that rumble. The night elf dug her fingers into the riverbed as she kept her ass high, moaning loudly as she felt the bear’s balls smack hard against her thighs and quim over and over again. Her hair became a wet, wild mess as her hair tie came free, the druidess fully giving herself to the bear and the river alike. The rushing, chilled water hardened her nipples in an instant, and try as she might to begin tugging at one, it took all of her strength and both hands to keep from collapsing completely via Nathan’s thrusts. Any attempt to call out to him came out in a garbled mess of moans and gasps. Her head dropped again, this time looking down her own naked body and watching the bear pound into her again and again… the sight of which pushed her right over the edge. No sooner did her quim clamp down on the bear’s cock, than Nathan let out a booming, dominant, rumbling growl. A final, vicious thrust sent a quivering Quela down into the shallow water with a loud splash, and in an instant his lengthy cock erupted deep inside her, pouring his thick cum straight into her womb with pump after pump of his ursine balls. Quela had just enough sense to loll her head to one side to breathe, but the only thing keeping her wobbling rear end aloft was her lover’s lengthy log. Climactic bliss flooded every fiber of her being, turning her into a quivering puddle beneath him otherwise. She bear-ly registered when he withdrew himself, nor did she notice when the bear nosed her up onto his back, lowered her onto the dry riverbank, then flopped himself down next to her to swallow her up in his warm, dryer fur. The couple languished in their pleasure for many long minutes, with Quela burying herself further into Nathan’s chest the more time that passed. Just being close to each other was sheer bliss for them both, and in a way both druids felt truly one with nature, laying in the soft, dewy grass together. “Hey,” Quela finally spoke, softly, just louder than a whisper. Her eyes remained closed, and a smile was cemented upon her lips. “Why were you meditating in bear form anyway?” The large bear druid’s eyes opened. A cloud of smoke later, and he was replaced by Nathan, who was still warmly spooning his new lover. “Uhh… it keeps me warmer when I’m under a waterfall?” Quela opened one eye to peer back at him, grinning. “I’m not convinced.” “Is that right?” “C’mon. I think you wanted this as much as I did.” Nathan hesitated before answering. “I… didn’t expect you to revert to your elf form.” Quela giggled triumphantly and reached back to caress his furred cheek. “Don’t tell me you feel icky.” “On the contrary… I can’t remember a better climax.” Quela’s exposed chest swelled with pride. “We’ll beat it. Give it time.” * * * * * That evening was their calmest one yet. The couple sat and chatted happily as they cooked their supper, stayed close while they ate, then fell asleep in each other’s arms until sunrise. With renewed vigor, the both of them continued to polish off the remainder of their tasks. Despite looking at each other every chance they got, both exposed druids seemed… at ease around each other. There was still plenty of passionate lust, sure, but something about the affection they’d shown for each other softened their gazes. Quela was still making plenty of innuendos, but never outright accosting Nathan like before. Nathan, too, made it clear he was thinking about her, but the feral, desirous fervor he had for her was tempered by her sweet stare in return. The entire day was spent with fortifications and scouting. By the time sun was set, the two of them reunited to compare notes, completing a full map of Darkshore and its current threats, save for the southernmost tip of the region. A number of trees had been felled to form a makeshift barrier, which was concerning, but not out of the ordinary as the Horde tactics go. Satisfied both druids plopped down in front of the fire, their backs against the same wall. “Well done, [i]Archdruid[/i] Aldrich. Satisfied with your little underling?” Nathan laughed and teased her with the emblem, but quickly pocketed it. “Oh [i]well done[/i] druid! You have performed… satisfactorily.” Quela giggled. “Oh [i]no[/i], that simply won’t do! Surely I can do [i]something[/i], [i]anything[/i] to improve my records?” The worgen gave his bearded chin an exaggerated scratch. “Hmmm… [i]anything[/i]?” “[i]Anything[/i],” she purred seductively and ran a hand over his furred chest. There was no lie in her eyes, only encouragement in her touch. “Well… ahem,” he started nervously. “There’s… something I’ve never shown anyone before, and, well, if you don’t mind it, maybe… you’d join me in your feline form?” Quela’s head tilted to one side. “Show me,” she stated more than asked. Nathan took a deep breath, and a cloud of smoke enveloped him, then faded to reveal a naked, Gilnean male. Tanned skin, a shock of thick, dark red hair, and a thin, neatly-trimmed beard met her gaze. His eyes were no longer glowing orange, but instead were a very light green color. The dark fur stripes that had run down his arms were revealed to be massive, elongated scars. His overall physique was no less muscular than his worgen form was, though he did have an ever-so-slight belly to him. Patches of body hair covered his chest and left a thin trail down to his manhood and balls, which were likewise sparsely covered in trimmed curls. Quela took all of this silently in as Nathan shifted with discomfort. “I may have been born in this form, but it feels horribly second nature to me now. I’ve never trusted anyone enough to see it.”