<6> Quela's eyes met his own this time, and her look turned soft, but serious. "If you think I'd tell my mom about any of this, then you really don't get me yet." [i]Yet?[/i] he thought to himself, but stowed that thought for the time being. Another heavy sigh ensued before he quietly added, "Very well. Just... be gentle." Almost as if it was Winter Veil, her glowing white eyes lit up with excitement, and her slender fingers reached out to delicately grasp the worgen's shaft. "It's very warm," she noted, her face approaching the appendage as she gave it a tender, testing squeeze. A soft rumble echoed from the worgen's chest, which in truth was his vain attempt to bite back a groan. Watching Quela had worked him up more than he'd realized, and that squeeze was enough to produce a thick teardrop of precum at his pointed tip, which began to trickle down the underside of his shaft. "So I have been told." Quela's gaze fixed itself upon his tool as she began to slide her hand upward, taking the droplet and spreading it down his shaft with a gentle descent. Her grip remained gentle throughout the caress, and her hand gently bumped against his deflated, albeit twitching, knot. "And this is very different," she mused, her voice lowering as her hand opened to try and grasp the full bulge. Her index finger was just barely able to tap her middle finger around its circumference. "Wow." Nathan chuckled softly, though the sound was accompanied by a less-controlled moan. "It is a bit unusual I suppose." "Does it feel good?" she prodded curiously as she gave it a sensuous squeeze. In response, the bulge continued to inflate enough that her fingers could no longer touch, and a much bigger pool of precum formed and began to trail down toward her hand. "Yes," he admitted softly. Quela's mind was awhirl with curiosity, her focus fixated upon the worgen's manhood as she relinquished his knot and started to stroke him up and down slowly, rhythmically, and with great care not to squeeze too hard. "It's... it's very nice," she confessed with burning hot cheeks. It was then that her gaze drifted down to the truly pendulous balls that hung below the fringe of his sheath, and her free hand ever-so-carefully moved to grasp them with equal care. "Mmmnh...!" Nathan grunted softly, biting his canine lip. His clawed hands trembled and grasped at the edges of his chair, unable to bring himself to go further. The deepest, most feral part of his being wanted to grasp hold of her hair and plunge his cock straight into her mouth, and the noble worgen had to fight hard to maintain what meager boundaries he yet had. In truth, he couldn't deny how attractive Quela was, but his sense of propriety kept him from doing more than reacting to her touch. Never before had he needed to restrain himself so powerfully, but considering their positions, he could only fight so hard to contain himself in the wake of her tender touch. The worgen keenly felt his balls contract, and a powerful pressure welled at his base and rapidly rocketed up the length of his bright red shaft. "Quela, I don't think I can-" Before Nathan could finish his sentence, and before Quela even realized what she was doing, the female druid lunged forward, opened her mouth wide, and swallowed the pointed head of his canine cock. Her glowing eyes went wide as she stared up at him, and they only got wider as a feral groan leapt from his muzzle. She watched as his eyes screwed shut, his head jerked backwards, and a powerful, piping hot jet of worgen cum splattered itself in her mouth. His musky taste was not unlike the vaguely beastial scent that radiated from his nethers, though there was a definite salty aftertaste as each subsequent burst overwhelmed her taste buds again and again. Her mouth was nearly full by the time the very last eruption fled from his tip, but she did not immediately make a move. The elf's gaze waited for Nathan's eyes to open again, commanding his gaze right as her throat contracted, swallowing his entire gift in the blink of an eye. The worgen's chest heaved with shallow breaths as he looked down at Quela in utter shock. This was the very last thing he'd expected to happen during this mission, but he couldn't deny that he'd experienced perhaps the most powerful climax of his life thus far. "By the Light," he panted, his wide tongue lolling out from his mouth in dog-like fashion. "That... that was-" Quela's lips pulled away from his tip with a soft smack, and a triumphant grin spread across her face as she stood once more. "Not bad," she finished for him. "Consider it a final apology, or something." "Is that all it was?" he said in disbelief. The night elf fidgeted uncomfortably at this and turned away. "I... I don't know. I was just curious, alright?" Nathan's expression sunk a bit at this. "So you-" Quela appeared to tremble with her back turned to him. "It's late and I'm going to bed and I'll see you in the morning," she blurted, cutting him off. The elf turned into a violet-skinned blur as she bolted out the doorway and out of sight, leaving Nathan naked with a still half-erect manhood. A mixture of confusion, disappointment, and a little bit of hurt flooded his mind. Part of him wanted to chase her, but considering her thoughts on worgen, all he felt he could do was ready his makeshift hut for the night. He couldn't help but feel sad that he couldn't reciprocate the unusual gesture, but still the thought of merely being an outlet for her curiosity was more hurtful than he dared to admit to himself.