<7> Quela looked skyward up into the ever-gloomy haze of Darkshore, stunned that she had frittered away the entire day with the surprisingly kind worgen. She could still taste him on her lips as she bolted into another ruined cottage not far from his, but this one had no roof at all, nor any place to start a fire. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as her naked body slumped into one corner, and her face fell into her hands. [i]Did I really just do that? After how much of a jerk Barton was?[/i] she thought to herself. [i]He completely destroyed mom, and now I can hardly look at a worgen without anger. But this guy's kinda... different.[/i] From her seat on the floor, Quela slowly lifted her head to rest it against the wall behind her, and her eyes slid closed in contemplation as she pulled her knees up to her chest. [i]I don't think he means to be so intimidating. He's really not, and he did get me out of the river, even if I coulda done it myself. Mom might've pushed me away from Barton, but she actually sent Nathan here. But why? She knew it'd make me mad. It's like she wants me to be miserable. But I suppose being around Nathan wasn't really all that bad....[/i] Both of her hands slowly unclenched her knees, and she slid them down over her own, toned belly instead. [i]I didn't think about worgen looking like that. I mean, maybe I did, but I thought it would've been gross, but it wasn't. He smelled nice, he was clean, and I could feel his heartbeat in my hand.[/i] Her fingers gently drifted even further downward, her thighs parting reflexively as she sifted through her jungle of blue curls. Her slender fingertips glided with ease over her labia lips, only to find them thoroughly soaked with her own nectar. [i]By the Light, was this because of him? There's no way he....[/i] The middle finger of her right hand gently dipped between her lips, and a sharp shudder caused her entire body to quiver with excitement. [i]I... I guess he was kinda hot. And sweet. He just... sat there the whole time. Was I doing him a favor? I didn't really mean to, I just couldn't help myself. It was staring back at me like some sort of grand treasure.[/i] Two fingers from Quela's left hand tenderly parted her labia lips, while a third finger began to softly flick back and forth over her clit. Her other hand dared to withdraw her finger just a little before pushing it back into her violet folds, beginning a gentle rhythm of simulated thrusting. [i]I wonder... would he let me do more? Do I want that? Do I want [b]him[/b]? He didn't push me, didn't force me to do anything, didn't even ask me to swallow like the humans do. Why? Does he care about me? He just met me! That's ridiculous, that's-[/i] Another shudder gripped her body, and her head tipped back further as a high-pitched moan left her lips. Her pumping rhythm slowly increased in frequency, as did her gentle flicking. Another digit on her thrusting hand even dared to drop lower than her quim, and another moan split the silence when her fingertip started to circle her dark violet pucker. [i]I wonder what it's like to have him inside me... to tell me that everything's okay. Tell me he loves me, tell me he wants me... feel his fur around me... I bet it's very soft. His balls were very, very soft, and very, very full... oh Elune...![/i] Her lips parted, and ever-so-softly she let out with a final breath, "Na... than!" As pent up as she was, there was no warning ahead of her climactic finish. Quela's eyes screwed shut and she bit her lip as a powerful climax crashed into her like a tidal wave. Her head thumped against the wall behind her as her back arched, and an impressive squirt of her elven nectar doused the floor two feet out from between her legs. Her thighs clenched tightly together as she rode out the wave, her mind fully fixated upon nothing but Nathan. Utter bliss made her body grow numb with ecstasy, and ultimately the subdued night elf ended up falling onto her side, having melted into a quivering puddle of desire. Despite how intense the orgasm was, however, Quela knew she would want more the moment it wore off. Thankfully, the pall of sleep took her before she could recover. * * * * * *tap tap tap* Quela let out a gravelly groan as her eyes fluttered open sleepily. "Huh...?" "It's morning, Quela," the deep, rumbling voice of Nathan called out gently. "We do have a scouting mission, yes? We need to establish Auberdine as a post." Her glowing white eyes squinted just before she rubbed them, but Nathan himself was not in her line of sight. His voice echoed out just outside her door and off to her right, meaning he'd simply rapped on her door frame to wake her. "Right... right, yeah, that thing," she mumbled as she picked herself up off the floor. She could still see where her nectar had created a cone-shaped spatter on the weather-worn wood floor, and in that moment the previous night's events rushed back into her mind. But apparently that wasn't enough to stop her from emerging buck naked from her sleeping quarters. Nathan had redressed himself in his now-dry robes, and a dark rush of color ran to his already-dark-furred cheeks at the sight. "Uh... forgetting something?" Quela let out an exaggerated yawn and did her best to remain composed. "Nothing you haven't seen before, and I was like this [i]before[/i] you got here anyway. Way more comfortable." "For you, perhaps," he noted as she strutted right past him, prompting him to follow a pace or two behind her. "It doesn't feel particularly fair for me to be dressed." "Then take it off," she said bluntly with a dismissive wave of her hand.