<10> Nathan's breathing was no less heavy, and his grunts and groans grew louder right along with hers, even after Quela became incapable of making noise. Wet sucking and plapping sounds rang out throughout the ruined town, and even the worgen began to squeeze her wrists as his climax rapidly drew closer. Unable to kiss her any longer, his maw instead moved back and bit down on a mouthful of her midnight hair, tugging only hard enough to occupy him as his hips bore down upon her much, much harder. Then, for a breathless moment, Nathan's fat knot wedged itself against her outer lips. Quela and Nathan both stopped breathing entirely. The worgen's hips hesitated for a fleeting moment, but a final push was all it took. The elf's nether lips practically pulled his inflating knot into her, prompting Quela to practically scream, and Nathan to howl, in sheer ecstasy. There was no hope of withdrawal as that bright red knot swelled to its fullest extent, and mere moments later his tapered tip erupted with jet after steaming hot jet of his pseudo-canine cum. The shaking in Nathan's limbs intensified so much that he knew he only had seconds before they were to give out. In a last-ditch effort, his arms shot around her upper body, and the worgen threw himself to one side. The night elf's back became entangled in his fur as the two of them flopped onto the ground, making Nathan the big spoon that dwarfed his embedded elven mate, allowing the odd couple to bask in their unadulterated pleasure without fear or injury. * * * * * Morning faded into midday, and neither elf nor worgen dared to move. Nathan's climax had spanned nearly five full minutes' worth of his thick cum pouring straight into Quela's womb, but not a single drop was able to overflow past his thickly-wedged knot in her flower. Nathan's arms had protectively swallowed her lithe form, and she in turn had reached up with shaky fingers to take occasional grasps of his chest fur. There was no need to speak in that small moment of heavenly bliss, and not a word was said until finally, after nearly a half an hour, Nathan's knot began to deflate. Both he and Quela gasped as she felt him come loose from within her with a soft, slick pop, followed by a surprisingly large waterfall of his spent cum that poured down her thick thigh. More gasps and quivers racked the both of them as his thickness fully withdrew, leaving her outer folds spread enough to glimpse the dark depths within her. Her outer labia continued to twitch due to overstimulation. The night elf's chest heaved as she inhaled deeply, while her exhale came out with a melodious, lust-addled laugh. Her slender form rolled in his arms to curl up nice and close to Nathan, allowing her to bury her face in his fur for a long moment. Nathan couldn't hide a smile as he embraced her even tighter, and one hand even slid upward to glide his clawed fingers delicately through her hair. "So," he finally breathed. "Should I be apologizing, or...?" Quela paused before she tipped her head upward, meeting his gaze with wide, sad white eyes. All hardness had melted away, and her lower lip appeared to quiver as she steadied herself to speak. "No, Nathan. That was the best I have ever felt... [i]ever[/i]. I need to apologize to you more than anything, and I owe you an explanation." Nathan's smile faded, and instinctively he held her even tighter. "It's alright, Quela. You don't have to-" "I do," she insisted with another shaky sigh. "See, my stepdad first came around about forty years ago. When my mom introduced me, he was actually really, really nice. I didn't have a dad before him, so it was nice getting to know him. The three of us did a lot together, and a lot of training. He even moved to Teldrassil for my mom." "It sounds like he cared about her a lot," Nathan reasoned. "He did. And that's when I fucked up." Quela paused to steady herself before continuing. "About six years after I met Barton, I stopped by my mom's home to visit. She didn't answer my call, so I went looking for her through the tree." Nathan would have turned pale if his fur could have shown it. "Don't tell me you caught them in flagrante delicto," he asked. "No... just him." Quela swallowed hard, clearly biting back her emotions as she spoke. "He was naked, and he had just finished a bath. And he was hard, like yours." At this, her hand slid down to give Nathan's softening manhood a fleeting squeeze. "He saw me the moment I saw him. I only got maybe three seconds of a look, then I left. I didn't mean to, and I felt bad about it, but ever since that day my mom would get angry if he got too close to me." "Was he concerned that he might...?" Nathan prodded softly, though he maintained his firm embrace as a gentle sign of solidarity. Quela shook her head. "I think she was more worried that I might steal him or something. It sounds really stupid, but I know my mom, and she can be territorial about all aspects of her life, to say the least." Another shaky inhale ensued before she added, "I never had any sort of intention like that, but after years of him being forced to push me away, I just hated him. Him and my mom both, sorta. I still get a sour taste thinking about it all, but in the same way, it makes me sad." Nathan frowned and ran his hand slowly through her hair again. "Hey, I get it. I didn't get to tell you before, but my dad was hardly around when I was a kid either." "Really?" "Yup. He was another of the afflicted, but he spent most of his time off fighting. He divorced my mom when I was just a pup, and she never spoke of him after that." "I'm sorry to hear that," Quela sighed and tipped her head to press her ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "It's not an easy thing." "Nope. But we made it, huh? Now look at us." This caused Quela to snicker as she looked down between their enmeshed bodies. "Naked in the dirt like a couple of animals." "I mean, that's kinda what we are. At least we're animals some of the time." Another snicker. "Maybe for me. I think you might be more beastly than you claim to be, Nathan. You played yourself when you bent me over like that." This brought the heat back to Nathan's cheeks. "M-maybe we should actually try and do some scouting before we lose all our daylight, huh?" he returned in fidgety fashion. Quela laughed one last time as she reached up for his muzzle, pulling him down into a tender kiss before responding. "[i]Fiiiiiiiiine[/i], if we must... big guy."