<8> "And [i]that[/i] makes it sound like you're trying to manipulate me." This stopped the elf in her tracks. "To do what?" "Get naked, so you can have your eye candy again," he retorted more pointedly. Quela flattened a hand over her chest defensively. "Is [i]that[/i] what you think of me!?" "I don't [i]know[/i] what to think of you!" Nathan let loose angrily. "I came out here to do my job, only to be instantly insulted, then forced to [i]rescue[/i] said harasser! Then just when it seems like there might be more to her than I thought, I get insulted [i]again[/i]! I admit, I was pleasantly surprised that she came and apologized, and in that moment I thought [i]for sure[/i] there might be something special to her, so much so that I let myself be vulnerable to her... and she claims to have just [i]used[/i] me for simple, passing curiosity!" The night elf's gaze hardened considerably at this. "You could have followed me last night, you know! You might've realized I was bluffing!" "How was I supposed to know!? I can't read a blank page, Quela!" "Well it's not like you gave me any signals either, Nathan!" she shot back. "I, at the very least, [i]stripped[/i] right in front of you!" "And you played it off as normal, as if it were nothing special!" he growled, appearing to grow angrier by the moment. His straight posture seemed to decline, gaining the familiar hunch that most worgen had with his fury. "Just be straightforward with me! I can't work with you if you can't communicate with me!" Quela's hands clenched into trembling fists, but she did not back away as his head lowered with his hunch until he was almost perfectly at eye level with her. "You want communication?! You want the truth!?" "Yes! Fucking, please! Throw a dog a damn bone!" he roared, his fury tempered with a hint of desperation. The night elf looked as if steam could have shot from her short ears. Two swift steps brought her right up to him. Quela's shoulders tensed, and the hair stood up on the back of Nathan's neck. With the momentum of her step, she lunged at him... ... and planted her lips fiercely upon his muzzle. Nathan's eyes went wide with shock, and he did not draw back as her arms stretched out to grasp and cling to his shoulders. The anger melted away, but the confusion remained. Her scent brought images of morning dew and warm rain to the forefront of his mind, and before he knew it his arms were around her naked back as well, careful not to scratch her with his clawed fingertips. The kiss broke with a sharp smack of their lips, leaving the both of them breathing heavily as they stared into each other's shocked eyes. "Quela... please don't toy with me again, I don't think I can take it-" Quela shook her head, the gesture causing her ponytail tie to slip from her disheveled hair, causing her long locks to spread behind her head and rush down her back like a midnight blue waterfall. "I'm not, I swear it. I can't stop thinking about you, Nathan. It's stupid, I know, we just met, but it's been [i]so[/i] hard to deal with that feeling when, for [i]years[/i] I've harbored hatred for another worgen. I'm sorry, it wasn't fair to you, but it's the truth. And no matter how frustrated you've gotten, you've been nothing but nice to me otherwise. And last night, I-" "I know," Nathan admitted breathlessly, arching his brow with embarrassment. "I... I could hear you. I'm sorry, canine ears and such, and your scent-" Nathan didn't get to finish before Quela's lips were upon his once again, but this time he could feel her anger melt into a passion he hadn't fully understood before. A gravelly moan rumbled between them as his clawed hands grasped her more tightly, and with a soft grunt he easily lifted the elf's feet off the ground. Quela squeaked in surprise as she was taken into the air, but the moment she was smothered against his light-colored chest fur, her surprise was overtaken by another pleasurable moan. The night elf's mind went hazy as she inhaled deeply of Nathan's scent, and her moans only intensified as his wide tongue slipped its way into her mouth. She tried her best to return the gesture, but before she could, the feeling of cold stone met her naked back, pinned against the nearest chimney. Her eyes shot open to find Nathan breaking their kiss, and his glowing orange eyes had something... hungrier in them. "You left too quickly last night." "Wha-" she started, only to cry out as she was suddenly lifted much, much higher into the air. One of his large, clawed hands was strong enough to keep her held tight to the chimney by her abdomen, while the other hand wrapped around her right thigh to pry her legs open right at his eye level. The flush had returned to her entire face as she watched the worgen dive between her legs without hesitation, prompting a much louder moan from her as his tongue slid its way right up her hair-laden quim. Her arms flailed for a brief moment before both of her hands latched onto Nathan's mane, clinging to him for dear life as powerful waves of heated pleasure began to rack her airborne body. She made no move to stop him, only to push him even harder against her nethers. Nathan rumbled hungrily between her legs as his thick tongue began to plunge itself in and out of her in swift, rhythmic fashion, while his one free hand continued to wrestle with her left leg. Quela was surprisingly lightweight, even being held six feet off the ground, and it made it all the easier for him to focus on drinking from her tantalizing flower. His glowing orange eyes looked up at her writhing body, unable to tear his gaze from her beautiful assets and wild blue hair. His nose was overwhelmed with her dewy scent all over again, and from the very first plunge his maw was practically flooded with her sweet taste. Instinct drove him to see just how far his tongue could reach, but Quela's unruly leg was proving difficult for him to manage. The moment he let go, both of her thighs gripped to the sides of his head, and her ankles locked behind his neck to pull him in even further. With his hand now free, the druid could do nothing but fumble with the ties of his own robe until it fell to the ground around him.