<12> The pinned night elf finally opened her eyes and let out a half-muffled mewl of ecstasy. She knew she had to be as quiet as possible, and as such she shoved her face into the grass to do her best to soften her cries. All four paws clawed into the soft earth, bracing herself against her lover’s vibrations, and struggling to hold onto her sensibilities. [i]’This was a [b]phenomenal[/b] idea…!’[/i] she mused to herself as she swished her tail back around to intertwine with his own tail. Nathan had no conscious ability to acknowledge the gesture, but his intense vibrating was spreading the powerful pleasure throughout nearly every pore of his body. He, too, had to stifle a meow of delight, but his method to do so was to lurch forward and hungrily, albeit gently, bite down upon the scruff at the nape of Quela’s neck. The extra fur was exceptionally soft, and his teeth gnawed on it enough to sedate his moans, but not so hard as to pierce her skin. Quela’s body had fully given in to the new sensations, and she found herself quietly trembling after several long minutes of Nathan’s stimulating vibrations. Even the tug on her scruff sent an added jolt of pleasure through her, prompting a much louder mewl to leap from her feline maw. The night elf druid had to shove her head into the grass even harder to muffle the moan, knowing that the furbolgs would surely investigate if the animal noises got too suspicious, but her ability to control herself was waning drastically. Her back legs slid back and forth through the grass, creating two oblong ruts from her intense kneading. Her climax crashed into her harder than a war machine without further warning, and suddenly all of her fur stood on end, and all four limbs completely collapsed, her nethers squeezing him tighter than ever as the amorous feline worgen continued to thrust. <“Nathan… fffffuuUuUuUuck…!”> she cried, though to any other outsider it would’ve sounded like another horny feline mewling in delight. The half-intelligible remark seemed to pull Nathan from his heated reverie, albeit only slightly. Even with her scruff in his maw, the druid had no issues communicating via mewls and meows. “NO!” she hissed and jerked her head his way, only for her white, feline eyes to roll right back into her head as another climactic wave crashed into her. Only her backside remained in the air, held aloft through Nathan’s sheer force of thrusts. <“Just… fuck me…!”> she was barely able to eke out. Hearing her actually beg him was all he needed to tumble over the edge. His hips clapped himself harder and harder against her plush backside, until one last thrust embedded him to the hilt inside her. His body weight came crashing down hard atop her as his cock swelled and flooded her womb with several thick eruptions of feline cum, each burst pushing a steady trickle of his excess out of her tight-gripping quim. Quela chirped in surprise as Nathan fell atop her, but the feeling of his warm fur against hers was far more pleasant than she had imagined. A gentle shift pulled his splined cock from within her, sending shivers through the both of them as a much larger outpour of his cum fell into the grass. The night elf druid [i]needed[/i] to be closer to him, and she quickly flattened her belly against his, the both of them splayed on their sides in the soft grass. Her feline head buried itself into his furred neck, eliciting a much more satisfied purr from Quela. <”I… I didn’t expect you to take the bait,”> she teased. Nathan slowly felt his faculties return as Quela spoke, but even knowing he’d been somewhat tricked into pouncing on her, in that moment he simply didn’t care. A steady, rumbling purr vibrated from both of their chests as the worgen druid pressed in closer to her, one paw protectively coming up to touch the side of her head. <”Bait, huh?”> he finally replied after several moments of cuddling. <”You know you could have just… [i]asked[/i], right?”> <”And miss all the fun of watching you succumb to that beast within? No way.”> Nathan found it difficult to disapprove, try as he might. <”And our, um, [i]scouting[/i]?”> Quela’s ears stood upright. She could no longer hear the furbolgs in the distance. <”Shit!”> Bear-like cries erupted from all around the pair of druids, and out leapt a half dozen furbolgs, their spears raised high. Both druids nearly leapt out of their fur with panicked roars, but it was that chaotic panic that caused several of the furbolgs to hurl their spears without thinking. Both Nathan and Quela were lucky enough to dodge the haphazard spears, and in unison they bowled over the smallest furbolg of the six and made a beeline southward together. A cloud of smoke enveloped them both, and the felines became a majestic stag and doe, bounding off into the forest to outpace the furbolgs with hardly any effort at all, and to keep from drawing them back to the ruins of Auberdine. The pair of druids trotted in silence as they began to circle back, taking to the beach to avoid long-lasting hoof prints. Auberdine was before them just as the moon began to rise, and it wasn’t until they walked into their makeshift home that they shapeshifted back into their humanoid, still very naked, forms, looked each other in the eye, and burst out laughing. “You shoulda seen your face!” Quela jeered between laughs, wrapping her arms around her bare belly. “They got you good!” “And you weren’t?!” Nathan teased right back. “I mean, there’s a-” “If you make some kinda ‘pussy’ wordplay joke, I’m kicking you out for the night!” she cocked back, grinning all the while. “Oh is that right?” Nathan added and drew himself up to his full height. “I’d like to see you [i]try[/i]!” “Is that a challenge?” Quela returned, her grin decreasing to a smirk as she took three slow steps backwards, then gracefully launched herself at him with striking speed. Nathan caught her without so much as a grunt, her arms and legs wrapping around his neck and waist respectively. “I’m still here,” Nathan stated simply as he closed his clawed hands around her bare rump. “I didn’t say I wasn’t going with you.”