<17> Her wolf-like head turned to watch him square up, reposition himself, then plunge his tool deep within her folds yet again. At first she was ready to overpower him once again… until she felt him thrust again, and again, falling into a significantly faster rhythm than she had been capable of. Even in his human form, Nathan was no less vigorous with her, and each time he grasped her fur, she couldn’t help but trill with delight. Soft howls escaped her, and she happily arched her wide rump up to meet his eager thrusts. Nathan was in absolute heaven, though he wouldn’t admit it considering the danger Quela was putting herself in to get them there. His hair-laden balls swung to and fro with each thrust, smacking into her clit over and over again. Her depths were extremely warm and soaked from the inside out. This was far from his first time with a fellow worgen, but Quela was so very different from any of the others. The noises she made, the looks she gave him… she was very clearly enjoying it. And he could only contain himself for so long. As much fun as it had been to try things out in his human form, he knew staying that way wouldn’t let him finish. Without a word, Nathan let the smoke envelop him once again, still balls-deep inside her as his cock suddenly grew twice as large and thick. Quela let out a yip-like moan in response, and her body temperature seemed to go through the roof upon seeing the worgen who was now plunging himself into her instead of the human. His fat knot squeezed itself in and out of her with each thrust, causing her mind to go completely blank with sheer pleasure. His hips moved significantly faster than he was capable of as a human, and Nathan growled as his upper body arched over hers, with both of his clawed hands pinning her own in the dirt. Quela looked back up at him, and was met with a fierce, passionate kiss, one that she could barely hold as each rapid thrust sent mind-numbing tingles through her over and over again. She tried a few more times to wrestle him, but Nathan was deceptively strong, and was quick to re-pin her and resume his thrusting. Even the feral, female worgen knew better than to push him, and ultimately gave in to the blinding pleasure he was blessing her with. Nathan’s breathing drew ragged in his fervor. The wet, rhythmic slapping sounds rang out loudly into the night, and would have easily given away what they were doing, had anyone been around for miles. The pair of worgen clung to each other tighter and tighter with each feral smack, until one final thrust sunk Nathan’s knot powerfully into Quela’s quim, then refused to move. Both worgen let out combined howls of ecstasy, and Quela could only writhe with her climax as Nathan shot fiery hot ropes of potent cum deep inside her canine cunny. The two of them collapsed in a heap, their legs giving out mid-climax, but Nathan’s knot refused to budge. Still, worgen-Quela seemed to grow much calmer, and a sudden puff of smoke returned her to her elven form. Her long hair had come untied, however, and was an absolute mess of sweat around her face. Her eyes immediately went wide, considering her womanhood shrank with her new form, while Nathan’s thickness remained embedded within her. “Hoooooooly shit…!” she moaned, then immediately went into a second climax, this time clawing and doing her best to cling to furred Nathan. The worgen was more than happy to pull her close as Quela rode out her second climax. One hand ran through her long, disheveled hair, and his wet nose pressed tenderly to her cheek. When the night elf appeared to grow tranquil once more, he finally dared to speak again. “That was reckless as hell.” “Worth it though?” she gasped, still trembling as both of them waited patiently for him to deflate. “Was it?” Nathan returned a bit more skeptically. “You could’ve gone feral at any moment.” “But I didn’t, because of your dick,” she half-teased. “Be that as it may… I was nervous for a bit there.” “You still got haaaaard,” she pressed with a smirk. Nathan sighed in defeat. “Even so… I would be wary of doing that very often, especially if I’m not around. It’s dangerous, you know? And I don’t know how I’d go about procuring an antidote for you like I’ve taken, or if it’d even work on a night elf.” “I know, I know,” Quela lamented and flopped her head just beneath his chin. “It was definitely a fight, I’ll admit it. I wouldn’t have done it if you weren’t around to bring me back to Azeroth.” “Bring you back…” Nathan repeated, then let the words hang in the air. Quela understood him and had to fight the urge to shell up again. “I suppose my mom was hoping you’d bring me back soon, huh?” The worgen sighed and furrowed his brow. “I’m not gonna drag you to her against your will, Quela.” “What? Nathan, you have to.” Nathan’s frustration turned into shock. “If you don’t, you can forget about working with the Cenarion Circle ever again. My mother’s unforgiving.” “I… I don’t care about that anymore,” he said somewhat reluctantly. “Call me foolish, but you’re more important to me now. I love you, and that’s worth more than any dumb job.” The night elf couldn’t believe her ears. “I love you too,” she blurted in response; words she had never said to a mate before. “But maybe I care about [i]you[/i] too much to make you lose your job, huh? What if I just went along anyway?” “And confront your mother head-on? Quela, the way you’ve talked about her, that sounds like it’d be akin to suicide for you.” Quela cringed. “Maybe a little… or a lot…” Nathan gave his knot a soft wobble, which in turn caused Quela to quiver happily. “Well… I might have a risky idea to make this work out. I can return to your mum with satisfactory news and a message from you, and you can be present to witness it without her knowing.” It took Quela a moment to digest what he’d said, but when she did, the night elf smirked. “Tell me more.”