<14> Nathan didn’t move. <”Surely that isn’t [i]all[/i] you ever think about, right?”> <”It’s a lot more fun to think about than life drama,”> she cocked back, her muzzle drifting down his furred torso as she began to nuzzle his sheath, and the slender, black-skinned tool that revealed itself little by little in response. <”And it’s the archenemy of work and progress.”> <”What are children if not progress?”> she retorted much more teasingly. Despite this, Nathan fought the urge to flinch. <”Who said anything about children?”> <”You did the first time you unloaded this worgen hand cannon in me,”> she rumbled, her tongue flicking out to drag softly from his sheath up his still-growing length, then back down all the way until they grazed his furred balls. She looked up just to gauge how nervous he looked before adding, <”Don’t sweat it, night elves are notoriously tough to knock up anyway, especially by non-elves. Fill me up as much as you want.~”> <”Mmh,”> was all he rumbled back. So much for meditation. Something about Quela just shattered his intentions and expectations over and over again. Now here she was licking him again and again when he just wanted a little meditation time… and it felt absolutely spectacular. Quela, however, was finding it more difficult than she’d thought to taste him in such a bulky form. As her last lick brought the worgen-bear to full mast, a cloud of smoke washed over her, replacing the bear with the stunning, naked night elf once more. Her slender fingers wrapped around his shaft and his balls, and without warning she plunged his lengthy ursine cock right into her mouth, squeezing tight with her lips as she began to work her way downward. Nathan’s eyes shot open wide. <“Quela, what-!”> His words came out as a series of unintelligible growls and rumbles, and Quela merely looked smugly up at him. Her lips made it halfway down his shaft before coming back up with a smack. “What’s the problem? You can shift back any time you waaaaant.” The male druid remained unmoved, and his ensuing silence spoke volumes. Druidic couplings were extremely common, especially in shapeshifted forms, but to have only [i]one[/i] druid shapeshift was far more unusual. Some druids felt it was too far to indulge in such carnal behaviors, even with a sentient beast of a druid. Of course, Quela didn’t care. In fact, taking an inhale of Nathan’s bear musk made her immediately realize how exciting it was. His bear form was easily twice Quela’s height and twenty times her weight. Something about knowing he could crush her with a swipe of his claw made her quiver happily, even as she felt his cockhead push its way down the back of her throat. The flowing water around her only made it up to her thighs while she knelt in the river, and the current that just barely grazed her nether lips added an unexpected pleasure to the whole ordeal. Nathan’s fur bristled, and the bear began to squirm beneath Quela’s lips. His musky length throbbed with his heartbeat down her throat, and he was truly shocked to see her lips kiss the base of his soft sheath. Then Quela nonchalantly yanked her head back, letting the bear’s cock bounce awkwardly in front of her. Nathan’s look of confusion said enough, and Quela simply grinned in return. “Aww, my poor cuddlebear,” she purred, then grasped both of her own breasts and tauntingly wobbled them before his eyes. “I [i]guess[/i] I shouldn’t just tease you like that… we need to get back to work, after all….” The lithe night elf leaned forward and squished Nathan’s ursine length between her tits, applying fierce pressure with her hands to either side of his shaft. As long as he was, his head poked out of the top of her cleavage a good two inches, but that hardly mattered when Quela lifted her violet breasts up, then back down, as if she’d practiced it many times before. Her gaze locked with his as she bounced up and down again and again, his cock disappearing and reappearing with more and more slickness each appearance. The large bear half-growled, but dared not resist. His fur bristled happily as the moments passed, and looking down at Quela only stoked the flames that much more intensely. He could feel the pressure begin to well at his ursine base… but the last thing he wanted was to waste it. A long, deep rumble echoed from his chest, and the bear began to lean forward heavily. Quela’s eyes went wide. “Wait, wha-!” she cried, then found herself bowled over into the water by the tipping Nathan. The night elf flailed briefly as she struggled to get her bearings, then reached up and grasped tufts of Nathan’s fur to pull herself up out of the shallow river. “What did I do!? Are you… you….” Her protests died as she looked downward. The large bear stood on all fours above her, while she laid flat on her back beneath him. Down past her own belly stood his ursine erection, which had flopped onto her pubic region while his hips thrusted aimlessly, not unlike a wild beast. And Quela could feel its enticing heat upon her sensitive skin. Her cheeks flushed a deep, deep purple. She licked her lips and let go of his fur, then clambered onto all fours beneath him in kind. With a brief bit of angling, Quela’s slender fingers took hold of his flopping cock, then guided it perfectly between her spread legs. “There…” she breathed softly, almost in awe of what she was choosing to do. Nathan’s feral instincts took hold, and a single, powerful thrust sent the first half of his length straight into the curvy night elf. Quela instantly saw stars. The sensation was vastly different from Nathan in his feline or worgen form. It wasn’t as filling, but it hit much deeper, and each subsequent, rapid thrust pushed him deeper still. It took all of Quela’s strength to remain on her hands and knees as she submitted to his vigorous thrusts, ultimately reaching up with one hand to grasp his chest fur to hold on for dear life. “FUCK!” she moaned out, tipping her head up as Nathan’s head dropped, the two of them sharing a sloppy, lust-addled kiss from worgen-bear to elf.