<9> Quela's moans echoed far and wide out in the open, but there wasn't a soul around to hear her aside from Nathan. The night elf fought hard to keep her eyes open with each surge of pleasure that rattled her body, but the sight of Nathan suddenly naked once more was more than enough to force her eyes open wide. His canine manhood was already at full mast, and she dared to tip her head to one side enough to get a better look at it from above. A thick drop of precum had formed at its tip, then slowly fell to the ground with a tendril of the sticky goodness trailing behind it. "Nathan... Nathan...!" she gasped between heaving breaths, but the ear-splitting moan that followed proved she was already past the point of no return. Convulsions racked her body, and a renewed gush of her signature nectar erupted from her tongue-filled pussy straight into the worgen's mouth. Nathan's tongue sharply withdrew the moment he felt her spasm around it. That sharp withdrawal was enough to intensify her spasms twofold, and that gush of nectar was followed by a second, which he eagerly lapped up with passionate vigor. Quela's much stronger convulsing and thrashing, however, made it far more difficult to keep her held so high. For a fleeting moment, Nathan's hand let go of her. Quela could hardly register her fall, though she only dropped maybe two feet before she landed right in Nathan's arms. "Quela, are you alright?" he rumbled softly, smothering her with his soft, warm fur. The night elf was practically in heaven, writhing in sheer ecstasy in his arms as her climax continued to make every pore quiver and quake. Her eyes would not open, but her plush lips parted just a little to say only, "... more... inside...!" That was all the fevered worgen needed to hear. In a burst of energy, Nathan bolted off the beaten path to make for the nearest grassy patch between two ruined buildings. With a deep growl, the worgen crouched and skidded across the ground to somewhat gruffly lay his night elf beauty among the blades of bluish grass. Quela did not resist as his clawed hands grasped her wrists and pinned her to the ground, but as she felt his piping hot manhood smack down upon her nethers, she began to squirm. "W-wait!" Nathan froze immediately, and his head tilted to one side. Quela had to struggle to catch her breath before she could speak. "Flip me!" The worgen simply grinned. Both of them grunted softly as Nathan grasped Quela by the waist and sharply flipped her over to lay her flat on her belly. Both of her hands reached out in front of her to grasp at the grass, only for her to be dragged backwards as the worgen lifted her ass up into the air by her waist. Quela's shoulders shuddered with a devious giggle upon feeling his manhood press against her nether lips again, but this time she dared to wiggle her hips back and forth against it, teasing his tapered tip with her soft petals. As tall as Nathan was, his body practically swallowed hers when his clawed hands landed atop her wrists, pinning her in her raised pose. His heated breath washed over her bare neck as his head lowered, and the moment she turned her head, his muzzle resumed fiercely kissing the female druid. The night elf gladly lost herself in his kisses, focusing on them even as she felt his heated length slide between her thighs. Quela squeezed her legs together on either side of his knotted length as he began to thrust, but from such a feral pose, there was no way for him to accurately meet his mark. But it seemed he hardly needed the luck to do it. The first thrust ran straight between her thighs, grazing Quela's clit with his piping hot shaft. The second slid its way up between her rounded cheeks, painting her violet skin with even more of his thick precum. The third, slower thrust had his tip perfectly part her hairy nethers, sending a simultaneous shiver between the druid couple. Once certain he was properly aligned, Nathan drove his hips home, squeezing his bulbous cock fiercely into her dripping treasure. Quela's eyes shot open wide, and a sharp squeak of a moan was muffled by their passionate kisses. Her hands clawed at the ground to brace herself as a much sharper shockwave of salacious ecstasy stabbed itself into her very core. He was big, [i]far[/i] bigger than any man, strap-on, dwarf, or elf she'd laid with in the past, but that initial stab of pain was soon replaced by pure, unadulterated bliss. Quela had not considered herself a size queen in any form in the past, but with each thick inch that sunk into her, she had to wonder why she hadn't attempted searching for bigger delights in the first place. It may not have been for everyone, but Quela could hardly think straight under the weight of the eager worgen and his monstrous cock. Nathan's limbs quivered softly as he, too, was racked with powerful pleasure. The sensitive worgen felt every squeeze, every grip of her quim around his thickness, almost as if she were trying to suck him straight into her. That first thrust stopped with about half of himself yet exposed, and a sharp snarl into her lips was his only warning before his hips began to vibrate back and forth at a bestial pace. His sharp, almost angry thrusts were surprisingly shallow, but each one worked another fraction of an inch of himself further into her. Her mind became an utter blur, unable to resist Nathan's undeniably heavenly power. Deep down, she knew all she had to do was speak, and he would stop immediately. But the pleasure far, far outweighed any pain or discomfort. Quela's disheveled hair splayed out atop the grass, and it took all of her strength to keep her head tilted as she bounced against the soft earth again and again. Her fingers dug into the dirt, her knees fought hard to find traction, and her bouncing breasts were soon squished into the grass. But none of it bothered her in the slightest. All that mattered was that he kept thrusting, delving ever-deeper into her treasure, deeper than any mate ever had. Her moans were a constant hum of desire into his maw, and throughout the few fleeting minutes of his thrusting, she barely even realized it as her quim squeezed down around him and doused their union with a torrent of her nectar. That second climax felt nigh continuous bliss, with each thrust extending its duration more and more, to the point where her jaw went completely slack. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and Quela's sensibilities faded completely in the wake of her full-body nirvana.