Suel knew that he shouldn't have been spying on the pair, but it was so very hard not to when the duo unknowingly stood before his deep blue eyes as he crouched low within a nearby raspberry bush. The slowly dying sun helped to hide the wolvar druid from being seen, as the black shadows cast over his feline form, coating his dark brown and white fur in a veil of golden light that only the most discerning gaze would be able to pierce. And considering that the two men in front of him were currently suffering through their own problems at the moment, Suel would have staked all of the gold within his money pouch on the fact that neither of them would have paid any attention to him right now even if he walked past them in the nude in his bipedal form. That being said though, Suel was keenly interested in the duo, and not just because they were worgen, but because one of them had a heavy stream of blood running down the side of his white furred abdomen.

Suel had stumbled over the pair after taking an evening jog outside of the small hamlet that he had been passing through on his way towards Daral'nir. His companions had agreed that he should go off on his own for a bit, as he had been rather antsy all day today, more than likely because of his nervousness regarding the upcoming meeting that he was about to be drawn into with the high ranking members of the druid order. Suel shook his head in order to dispel thoughts over what was to come, mostly because he didn't want to dwell on them, and also because he wanted to focus on the disheveled looking worgens who stood in front of his transformed face. 

The wolf-like males had stumbled out of the deep reaches of the forest like lost spirits not that long ago, with one of them, the silver furred one who bore familiar looking gold stripes across his face and cheeks, helping to shoulder the taller white furred worgen who was shivering and grunting while trying to keep pace with his less muscular companion. Suel's first instinct was to try and help them, as, being a druid, it was sorta an unspoken duty to aid those in need, however, past experiences had taught him that he should wait and watch what happen first, as he could easily be assisting those who were being given their just desserts, so to speak. 

Suel grumbled slightly from where he was crouched as he tried to imagine what exactly had happened with the pair, obviously they had been attacked, but by whom, or rather what, was the integral question, especially given how close the three of them were to Daral'nir. From what his bright blue eyes could see, Suel noted that the white male had been gouged by something, more than likely a wild beast. The blood running down the sides of his silver armored body spoke of a creature with a powerful tusk having attacked him, as the blow which had been dealt to his armor was crude and undignified, and yet its position seemed to suggest that whatever had injured him had been rather low to the ground. Suel watched as the silver worgen, whose robes were utterly tattered as they hung off of his willowy form showing off very interesting bits and pieces of the other male, laid his bulkier companion down onto the forest floor and then carefully stripped the white wolfman out of his armor. The careful movements of his hands spoke of years of practice performing such a task, and yet there was something about the other's motions that made the transformed wolvar narrow his shimmering blue eyes as he continued to look on at the pair; the way in which the silver worgen removed his partner's under clothing made shivers race down Suel's body, that was just how intimate the other's movements were, despite their unabashed desperation. 

The white worgen chuckled up at the silver worgen who meticulously ran his hands over the other's bloody sides once he was fully laid bare, the jovial smile and playful croons for which he released seemed to suggest that the other wasn't all that concerned about his wound. This became quite apparent when the injured wolfman reached a hand up to stroke a finger along the side of his companion's worried muzzle, the gentle stroke of a single clawed digit stroking itself through thick white fur made Suel's breath freeze with his throat. The silver worgen didn't seem too impressed with the touch, or the other wolfman's carefree attitude, as he turned to give the larger male the coldest glare imaginable, the sight of his golden orbs narrowing and then illuminating softly sent shivers throughout Suel's feline form, as even from the distance he crouched away from the pair the wolvar could tell that the other had some untapped power within his soul. 

The white worgen seemed not to worry over this fact, as he reached up to boop the silver wolfman on the front of his muzzle, only to find himself smacked upside the head by a disapproving paw. The yelp the injured male let out was one saturated with pain and disbelief, as evident by how the white worgen jumped up off of the ground ever so slightly. Once he settled back down, the silver worgen chastised him through the use of fearsome growls and snarls to emphasize his point. At first the white worgen looked up at his partner with a lackadaisical smirk on his face, Suel was sure that if the other had had a tail that it would have been wagging by his side in an almost comical manner, however when shimmering tears began to pool within the sides of the silver worgen's face the white wolfman upturned lips dipped down into a disheartened frown. 

A muscular arm reached up in an attempt to try and wipe the blossoming tears away but the silver worgen turned away, his entire body shaking as he tried not to look down. Lifting himself so that he was at the same height as his kneeling companion, the white worgen whispered something to the other wolfman which made the silver worgen flip his head around. The bewilderment within his amber eyes told the story of just how stunned the silver worgen was with whatever it was that his companion had just said, and yet before he could fully react he was grabbed and then pressed deeply into the injured wolfman's side. The silver worgen struggled for a moment, clearly not impressed by the position he had been placed within, and yet he instantly calmed himself when the other let out a thunderous growl which seemed to unsettle the land around the two of them. Once the smaller worgen was no longer trying to fight to get away, the white worgen guided the other's head over to where his heart lay beneath his muscular chest. Suel couldn't hear what the white wolfman said next, as his words were once again whispered low enough so that only the silver worgen could hear what he had to say, but whatever line of words he spoke next made the captive wolfman blink in astonishment. 

The pair stayed together in their specific place for what seemed like an eternity before the white worgen allowed his silver companion to pull back enough to look up into his face. The larger wolfman gave his partner a soft smile before he leaned forward to lick his smaller companion  across the side of his muzzle. As expected, the silver worgen lowered his ears and eyes in flushed embarrassment, which in turn caused the larger male to burst out with howling laughter. Suel couldn't help smirking at this. The shared moment between the pair was shattered when the white worgen's injury eventually caused him to wince and then hiss openly. The silver worgen panicked as he watched the larger wolfman tip back slightly, Suel winced as his blue eyes caught sight of a stream of blood running down the white worgen's side to form a puddle on the jade strands of grass underneath him. The silver worgen acted quickly as he guided his companion back onto the ground and then pressing his clawed fingers over the wound which disrupted the white fur settled around the gaping opening in front of his and Suel's eyes. 

The slow whispering of several familiar words found the air within the clearing the three of them were settled in growing crisp and clean as the pure power of the land and sky filled the silver worgen's body. Suel's blue orbs watched in focused appreciation as he noted how the other druid channeled the energies of Azeroth through himself, down into his arms and fingertips, before finally sending the verdant waves deep into the piercing which threatened to end the white worgen's life. The injured male shuddered and then gasped as the feeling of warm bliss coated his body and mind, his ears flicked twice as he slid his eyes shut while making happy murmurs within his throat. Suel knew that the other would be floating on cloud nine by the time his partner finished healing him, as he himself had more than once had he been treated to the pleasure of healing touch, a staple spell for those who studied the restoration class of drudic magic. Suel watched in awe as the silver worgen focused his eyes on the larger male underneath his hold, the intensity which danced within his amber orbs told the story about how desperate the other druid was to keep his partner from the being embraced by the arms of death; the sight flicker of silent madness which danced within the smaller worgen's eyes made the transformed wolvar scowl ever so slightly, as he had seen such a look before on a number of good men while journeying through Azeroth. Thankfully the glimmer faded when the white worgen reached up to caress his companion's nose. 

It took several minutes for the silver worgen to finish the task in front of him, though the green glow which swept itself across his body did not fade away until after the white worgen rose up from off of the ground and then hugged the other tightly into his finely chiseled chest. The once injured wolfman grunted as he reached around to his side, patting the section of his body that had been bleeding several minutes ago before bringing his clawed hand over to his face. Both he and Suel noted that there was no blood on his fingertips, however, where the wolvar was simply amazed by the level of healing which had just been displayed before him, the white worgen found himself much more entertained by some very arousing thoughts which were growing within his mind, this became very apparent as two seconds later he pushed the the smaller male flat onto his back and then stood over him on all fours with a hungry grin plastered securely onto his slightly scarred muzzle. 

The surprise that colored the other druid's face was matched by Suel's own look of shock, as neither of them had been expecting the other male to perform such a maneuver right then, and yet the silver worgen found himself howling in joy as his larger partner leaned down and then began to lick and nuzzle the other across the face and neck in a wolfen gesture of unrestrained affection. Like the wolves whose form they both shared, the large worgen bathed his companion with sloppy licks and gentle nips, saying without words how grateful he was for the other taking care of him as he had. Once again, had they had tails then Suel was sure that the rear appendage would have been wildly wagging around, as the white wolfman's naked rump flexed and jumped around rather sporadically in excitement as he doted on the smaller worgen. Suel found himself nodding in appreciation over the sight before him, as the white male possessed a firm, yet plush rump, the likes of which begged to be ploughed quite deeply. The wolvar's budding desires became even greater as he looked down to see the white worgen's sheath twitch and then flex before the first hint of red slipped out from the furry folds nestled in between his gargantuan legs.

If the smaller worgen was aware of the arousal building within his companion at the moment it didn't show on his face, seeing as the silver wolfman was too busy laughing while attempting to escape the grasp he was currently held within, without much success sadly. The laughter rang out for what seemed like an eternity before slowly trickling to a stop, once it did though the smaller wolfman reached up to caress his companion across the side of the face, his deft fingers tracing themselves across the handsome muzzle in front of him in slow and deliberate motions, as if they were mapping the white furred face for the first time in his life. The white worgen pulled back and then nipped at the fingers, smirking as his druid partner flinched every so slightly from the suddenness of the playful assault. When the large worgen shivered suddenly both the silver worgen and Suel were on high alert. The sight of the other tipping over to his side like a ton of bricks being kicked over made the silver worgen literally bark out his companion's name.

'Vincent' rolled across Suel's ears and mind for several seconds making him try to recall if he had heard of the other before, he ultimately shook his head when no information pertaining to said individual drew itself up for his attention. The wolvar blinked himself back to reality just in time to see the silver worgen kneel down and then heft the muscular frame of the white worgen up into his arms. The surprising physical feat completely shocked Suel, as he was sure that the other shivering white wolfman had to out weight the silver worgen by at least a hundred pounds of pure muscles, and yet he couldn't deny what he saw happening before him, especially when the silver wolfman lifted his nose into the air, sniffed around for a few seconds, turned his head to the right, and then darted off like a shot being ripped free from one of Jerv's rifles. Suel watched the silver worgen disappear deeper into the forest, yet he didn't move from his hiding spot until after he was sure that the two were well out of earshot. Wriggling his way free from the underbrush, the feline morphed wolvar shook the bits of twigs and raspberries which clung impolitely onto his dark brown fur before going about cleaning himself off with his tongue and paws in true cat fashion. 

It was during this moment that Suel found himself contemplating both what he had just seen and the options pertaining to what he should do next. On one paw, there was honestly nothing for him to do, as he neither knew the two worgens, nor had any affiliation with them that he could safely safe would be in jeopardy for him forgetting he had ever seen the pair, yet on the other paw, the worgen druid had left his companion's armor scattered about the area, and while there were no rogues wandering about that could potentially claim the items in question, Suel was smart enough to know that something or someone was bound to show up and taken them before long. Plus, there was the niggling issue of him being curious about just how and why the pair had ended up in this neck of the woods, as the nearest road was at least two miles away towards the south. 

After he was once again clean, Suel decided that he would pass the time stalking the pair, if for no other reason than the anxiousness within his heart had yet to be settled, plus, he could gain some good karma by delivering the white worgen's armor back to him, Malorne knew that he could use it for what was to come tomorrow.

With his mind made up, the feline morphed wolvar gathered up the scattered pieces of silver plate armour - which looked to be extraordinarily expensive, given the quality of the metal and the designs carved into the chestplate's exterior - by summoning up several vines from the ground, binding them together within a tight makeshift sack, and then settling them onto his furry backside. Suel darted off once he was sure that his parcel wasn't going to unsettle itself, his long and limber legs ate up the ground underneath him as he wove himself through the darkening woods as the last few trials of sunlight gracefully shimmered off of his brown and white fur. Darkness and shadow fully encapsulated the transformed wolvar once he finally got to where the tracks left behind by the silver worgen ended, however, Suel soon found himself brilliantly illuminated as he padded his way towards a glowing pool of water, for which two familiar forms were currently seated within. The light of the spirits surrounding the moonwell floated about the area softly bathing the two naked worgens in gentle blue light as they huddled next to each other. 

Suel had no idea where the silver wolfman had tossed his tattered robes, but in looking at him now the other druid appeared in all of his silver furred glory like some kind of mortal deity as he nuzzled his head into Vincent's shoulder and neck. The sounds of wet sniffs could be heard from across the expanse of the well, telling the transformed wolvar all he needed to know about what was about to happen next. The white worgen chuckled as he sat back against the bank of the pool of water, his massive arms spread out behind him in a leisurely manner giving him the impression of being a king holding court as he rolled his hips forward against his partner's front. The silver worgen seemed to take this as all of the invitation he needed, because in the seconds to follow he dipped his head down across his companion's larger chest. The sight of his pale pink tongue stroking across the other's fur made Suel's sheath tense as his sleeping manhood decided to rouse itself in appreciation of the sexual display happening before him. Things became even harder for the feline morphed druid when his bright blue eyes witnessed the silver worgen placing butterfly kisses along Vincent's pectorals, all the while his deft fingers reached out to draw unfamiliar patterns across the white wolfman's scarred arms and shoulders. The touches were obviously not chaste, however, they weren't exactly ravenous in their intensity either, instead they happily floated somewhere between the two extremes. 

Suel soon started to pant openly when he watched the silver worgen kneel down into the glittering water while looking up at his larger lover. Vincent's golden orbs seemed to almost twinkle as he reached out to pat the other on top of the smaller worgen's head as though he were a common dog.  Instead of looking annoyed by this gesture the silver wolfman smiled up at his lover and then opened his muzzle, more than likely preparing himself to dip down beneath the water and swallow his mate's unseen shaft, however his tapered ears perked up suddenly for some reason. Suel had two seconds to realize why that was before he found himself entangled in vines and then snatched across the moonwell, the incensed eyes of the silver worgen glaring daggers at him as he lifted one green glowing hand up as if calling the vines over to him. The feline morphed druid yelped as he slid across the face of the water towards the two worgens, he then was left hanging upside down like a victory kill before the pair, one of whom was snickering like a schoolboy at his predicament, while the other was snarling at him with a muzzle filled with one too many yellowed fangs. Because of his current vantage point Suel couldn't fight his way free from the vines, and transforming into another form proved to be useless since the vines constricting him were holding tight onto all four of his legs, somewhat threatening to rip them free from the center mass of his body from the way they tugged at his ankles.

Suel opened his mouth to try and explain himself, however the sound of something splashing behind him caught everyone off guard; the quickness for which Vincent moved his scarred body in front of his druid companion, going so far as to swing an arm out to block off any potential attacks that might be forthcoming was amazing, actually stunned Suel, as he didn't so much see the other move, as he saw a blur of white materialize in front of the slightly confused worgen druid. The silver worgen poked his head around the side of his companion's body, looking up at Suel with a curious stare, before his golden eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the bundle floating within the moonwell. Curling his fingers into themselves, the silver worgen brought the satchel containing Vincent's armor over to himself. The two worgens spent several seconds looking between one another, understanding slowly coming into their minds regarding Suel's intentions, before the silver worgen slowly lowered the feline morphed wolvar down into the magical lake. The white worgen eased himself over to his companion's side now that the situation no longer bore a threat to his lover, and then waited for whatever was about to come next, calm suspicion danced within his golden eyes as he watched the feline morphed wolvar flip himself upright.

After a few minutes of conversation, Suel found himself coming to better know Vicent, a mid tier paladin, and Marvel, an expert level druid, two members of a guild that could be called the king's invisible hand. The two had been investigating reports of a Horde camp somewhere within the area when they had stumbled over a group of satyrs. The pair had fought well enough, with the white worgen slaying the group of thirty with casual ease while his silver furred partner backed him up with his spells, but in the end Vincent had taken a blow intended for Marvel, leaving him with the impressive scar that he had now. Suel found himself slightly amused by the pair, as they oftentimes finished each other's sentences while at the same time they would casually brush up against one another in a deeply familiar way that spoke of a bond that had been tested by the jaws of time and cruel fate. Suel was more than ready to leave the pair's presence, turning away to head to dry land to show his self-dismissal, as it was quite clear that he had no place in between them, however, Vincent decided to alter his plans by reaching out to grab the feline by the tail.

Suel blinked in confusion over this move, having totally not expected it, however, he soon found himself  brought over to the larger male's chest and then held fast in place as the white worgen nuzzled into the side of his cheek, all the while rolling his hips deeply into the transformed druid's lower end.

Suel questioned what the paladin thought he was doing, despite instinctively enjoying the feelings which were blooming around his lower half, however the answer was made apparent after Vincent leaned down to lick the feral druid across the side of the face. Blue eyes blinked in uncertainty at this gesture. Suel turned to regard Marvel with a befuddled look, the silent question on his face demanding an answer. The silver worgen could only shake his head before rolling his amber eyes, amusement and exasperation mixed quite clearly onto his unblemished features as he stared forward at his mate. A few seconds later Marvel explained to Suel about his partner's more amorous nature and then invited him to participate in a bout of coitus with one another. Suel hesitantly agreed, if only because he didn't know what else to do at the moment, and the fact that the tip of Vincent's tapered cock was poking along the base of his tail in a very pleasing manner. The white worgen growled rather huskily into the feline's ears, promising him that he would soon have a night for which he wouldn't soon forget as he dragged the other over to the bank of the moonwell and then laid him down onto his back. 

Before Suel could think to protest he found his body being licked over by one broad tongue, and then a second a few moments later as the two worgens moved up next to each other. The feeling of wet warmth caressing all over his groin and inner thighs was absolutely blissful to the wolvar, the thick tongues sweeping against his wet fur tickled somewhat making him purr. Both Marvel and Vincent looked to one another and then chuckled. Breathing in Suel's clean, wet scent, the two wolfmen reached out to caress the transformed wolvar, going so far as to lightly scratch his belly, eliciting soft kicks from his left leg. Suel could do nothing more than squirm in place as he was treated to more gentle licks by the pair, his breaths soon came out in heavy pants as his barbed manhood slipped further out from his sheath, presenting the world with his crimson kittycock. Marvel swallowed down the first several inches of Suel's dick, curling his lips around the barbed head before sucking on the tip. Suel threw his head back and roared upon feeling this new sensation, his mind and body not at all prepared for it. 

Suel didn't have long to come to terms with the oral treat he was being so deliciously stroked by his new friends as they quickly wished to show him the depths of their appreciation for him being so thoughtful towards them. In particular, Marvel lowered his long muzzle down further across the transformed wolvar's maleness, swallowing down the entirety of the shaft in question while Vincent went to work across the druid's balls. The fluffy white orbs were bounced up and down by the larger wolfman's wide tongue, dancing up into the air slightly whenever he tugged them up with his muzzle. Suel nearly howled after Vincent moved his head down and then began eating out his tailhole, his long tail snapped at the air like a wild viper from the spine tingling pleasure brought about by the white worgen ploughing through his rectum. Normally Suel liked to be dominant over his lovers, who were majorly female, so with exception for those rare few exceptions when he allowed himself to be bred by another male the wolvar was rather unpracticed when it came to having his anus toyed with. This proved to be something of a benefit at the moment, because Vincent worked over his lower end with all of the expertise of someone who enjoyed eating ass. The warmth of his moist tongue slathering through Suel's wet interior made the druid groan and moan and purr his fool head off. 

The two worgens chuckled at how sensitive their new friend was. 

It had been a while since they had enjoyed having someone in between them during their intimate moments, and so they sought to try and make the other feel as wondrous as they could at the moment. Marvel bobbed his head in time with Vincet as they worked over Suel's most intimate zones, their face and muzzles buried themselves deep within his sweet smelling fur as they took him higher up the scales of pleasure until soon the feline was letting out unintelligible words, the likes of which had the transformed wolvar squirting out small spurts of pre-come from out of his barbed cock. Suel gasped and panted as he felt his orgasm drawing ever so closer, he swore that he could hear his heart beating inside of his ears as the blood within his body rushed throughout his veins with the force of a tidal wave, and yet, before his senses were allowed to explode forth in a majestic burst of ecstasy the two worgen suddenly moved away from him.

As expected, Suel's sapphire eyes blinked open at this point, when he closed them he would never in a million years be able to say.

Looking down at his two wolven friends, who were smirking at him with knowing sneers, Suel found himself shocked as he was suddenly flipped around and then made the centerpiece between Vincent and Marvel. Looking forward and then back behind himself, the druid didn't know exactly what was going on at the moment, as he found the silver furred worgen sitting down onto the ground in front of his face, his erect black shaft twitching like mad as it stood out fully from his ample sheath, which back behind him Vincent was on all fours, with his chest pressing down onto Suel's backside and his tapered erection poking forward into the druid's rump. Suel had a few moments to try and come to grips with what was happening to him before he found himself noting that neither male was moving. The scent of their passions was thick within his nose, especially Marvel's, as his restless manhood was streaming clear fluids down the length of his mass, the same as Suel's own barbed dick was doing against the bent grass underneath the shadow of his four legged body. Raising his head so that he could ask the unspoken question, Marvel merely chuckled at the transformed wolvar. 

Seeing that his consent would either continue or end the moment between them, Suel gave a very bipedal shrug before opening his muzzle and then bending his head down over the silver worgen's cock. Back behind himself, Suel lifted his tail, as best he could considering how Vincent securely the larger male was settled onto his backside, and then pushed his hips back into the other male. Without having to be told at this point, the white worgen rocked his thighs forward, sending the first few inches directly up into his tailhole. Suel shivered, both from the girth and from the pressure which teased his inner nerves, yet he didn't attempt to escape from the pair. Instead, he became the one to control the rhythm for which slowly grew between the three of them, as every time he dipped his head down along Marvel's cock he would subsequently roll his hips back against Vincent's shaft, teasing the throbbing piece of flesh with quick squeezes from his internal muscles as he did so.

The two worgens found themselves gasping and panting like feral beasts at the point, the two had expected that their new playmate would get into this after taking his passions as high as they did, but neither of them had thought that the other would get this into their playtime with each other. The fact that Suel's body seemed to literally draw them into himself. what with that way his lips and throat swallowed down all of Marvel's eleven inches at the same time his butt gobbled down Vincent's own foot long dick, only served to make the pair more aroused than they already were by this point. Quick jackhammering thrusts followed in the wake of the minutes to come, as all three males sought to find their climax in time with one another. Suel chuckles when he felt Vincent's arms clutch tightly around the sides of his chest, the white worgen seeming to have given into his more beastly instincts, as was due his kind, as he rutted his hips forward with growing ferocity, all the while the base of his shaft swelled up to form the start of what would be his prodigious knot. 

The sounds that came from the three of them would have scared off any sensible creature had they heard the moans, groans, and growls for which escaped from the three animalistic male's throats. The fact that Suel's own vocal calls, which were slightly muffled thanks to the pulsing piece of meat filling up his throat in delightfully perverse ways, grew louder as Vincent reached out to stroke his needy barbed manhood, only served to make the auditory feedback from Suel even more sensually twisted. Not that the wolvar cared. He was too busy trying not to lose his mind from the unsubtle strokes which the white worgen behind him was using on his butt, not to mention his prostate, which was all but being turned into warm jelly thanks to the strength Vincent was putting into pounding into his backside. Huffs and puffs soon began to escape from out of Suel's muzzle as the pleasure, the sweet, sinfully delirious pleasure, was causing him to lose focus over what he was doing. Marvel didn't seem to mind, as he reached out to stroke his brother druid's head, gently running a finger across his rounded ears, all the while rolling his pelvis back and forth against the long, scratchy 
tongue which now lolled out from the feline's jaws. The fact that the silver worgen's knot had ballooned out to become the massive ball of flesh that it was now was something that Suel totally missed, especially since the large sphere at the back of his body was now liberally demanding to be let inside of his anus.

How long the three of them danced their erotic dance none of them would be able to say, as they continued huffing and groaning and working their furred bodies into one another well pass the rise of Elune within the sky, what the three of them did realize however was that the shared moment between them could not last, as Vincent's unforgiving knot was straining at the puffed up entrance of Suel's body, demanding entrance into the tight depths which massaged his maleness with ever growing force. Up above, Marvel, seeing that his lover was getting dangerously close to giving their new friend a 'worgen kiss', reached out and then lifted up his mate's muzzle. Staring deep into the cloudy amber eyes which shone with a level of passion and ferocity that would have made any non-worgen take a step back in fright, the silver druid smirked at his lover, leaned down to press his lips into the other's snout, and then spoke a single word into his face. Like a switch being flipped Vincent growled, lifted himself up to lock his fangs into his mate's shoulder blade, and then snapped his hips forward deep into Suel's ass. 

The howl for which Marvel released from the kiss his mate gave him was matched in intensity by both Vincent's knot popping fully into the transformed wolvar's ass, and his own cock releasing the semen which had been boiling over inside of his balls. His frothy white cream shot out and then down into Suel's throat, oozing forward into the other druid' belly, at the same time the shapeshifted feline's backside clenched around Vincent's erection setting off the white worgen's climax. The feeling of wet heat filling his rectum was all it took to set the wolvar's own orgasm into being, his barbed shaft jumping underneath his belly as his white nuts rolled up and then sent forth the creamy content stored within.

The three shared their final show of passion with each other for what had to be nearly thirty minutes before everything finally slowed down and then tapered off into that warm, fluffy feeling of bliss which all males felt after sexually expending themselves. Because his knot was trapped inside of Suel, Vincent couldn't immediately pull himself out from the other, and so he was left wiggling his hips in a very canine manner, after removing his red soaked fangs from his mate's neck. Amber eyes blinked several times over as the paladin came back to himself, his feral instincts having once again taken him to that shadowy place where human reason and rationale had no place or purpose. Shaking his head, the white worgen turned to look up at his silver furred mate, a scowl kissed his muzzle as he noticed the marks he had left over the other once again. Instead of being angry with himself for what he had just done, the larger male simply lifted his head up and then began rolling his tongue out over Marvel's injured shoulder blade. The druid chuckled as he caressed the side of the paladin's head with one of his hands, at least until he looked down to see that his knot was still inside of Suel's lips. Pulling his hips back as far as he could, Marvel eased himself free from the other druid's muzzle, of which was now drooling with the cum that the transformed wolvar hadn't swallowed, and then whispered out the question of if the other was okay. 

Instead of answering, Suel merely gave a noncommittal noise, the likes of which made both worgen burst out laughing. 

It took an hour before Vincent was able to grow soft enough to escape from out of Suel's tailhole, his attempts at trying to do so earlier gaining him the feline's ire as the transformed druid hissed at him everytime he pulled back too soon. Thankfully Suel proved to be a good sport, and so didn't hold it against the other once he popped himself free from his ravaged ass. The three returned to the moonwell to both clean themselves and then talk some more, with Suel informing the two lovers as to where his journey would take him next, while they did the same for him. After they were cleaned off the wolvar decided to return to his friends, as they would no doubt be concerned over his whereabouts, while Vincent and Marvel decided to remain behind to rest and relax and perhaps share more passion with each other before the night fell into the arms of the sun. 

Suel simply nodded at the pair before racing off into the darkness, the question of whether or not he would ever see the others again remained on his mind for a short while before fading underneath the light of the setting moon.