Blood Moon - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Not in a Million Years

"Oh, there must be something you can do!"

A desperate blood elf woman was engrossed in a futile conversation with a stocky goblin who seemed less than enthusiastic about her complaints. She followed him as he worked, practically begging for what she knew was impossible in the hope that the little green man could produce a miracle.

The busy crew member sighed, stopped, and turned around to face her. He had delivered her luggage and now just wanted to get on with the rest of his work.

"Seraphita Silverbreeze was it?" He read from a clipboard that he had already checked at least half a dozen times.

The elf nodded hopefully, shaking her dark blue hair as she did so; her hands were clasped together against her bosom as if in prayer.

"Priestess... female blood elf... couple centuries old... to seek a better livelihood..." The goblin read through her recorded information, tapping against the clipboard as he did so. "Room 22 with her husband Ren Branson." Her gut dropped upon hearing that last part.

"Like I told the ticket inspector, I am not married! How could I have a husband when I have a fiancé?!"

"Look little miss bright eyes, I don't know what you elves are into and I don't care. I'm just doing my job." The goblin seemed to think of her as some weird nymphomaniac, and he made sure to put some space between them.

"I don't even know this 'Ren Branson'!" Seraphita stomped her foot in a furor of futile anger. "How can you expect me to live with a stranger in a single bedroom cabin for an entire week?"

The little hook nosed man just sighed.

"I understand your concern but there are simply no other cabins available. We will of course give you a full refund for the room, and if your husband - I mean, if your roommate makes any untoward advances just let us know and we'll deal with him."

With that, her last hope bowed and swiftly left.

Defeated, the elven priestess groaned, running a hand through her wavy blue hair in an attempt to steel her resolve before finally making her way towards her room. When she approached it, the door was closed and the hallway quiet. Perhaps if she was lucky her new roommate fell overboard or found another room.

Don't be like that, Sera, she mentally scolded herself.

Feeling a touch guilty over such thoughts, she opened the door and didn't even have to step inside to find out that her roommate had not, in fact, fallen overboard.

Seraphita was greeted by the stunning sight of a large furry worgen rummaging through a suitcase atop the bed. The only bed.

"This is my roommate?!" Her eyes widened in horror.

The man noticed her and smiled hospitably, dropping what he was doing and rushing over to meet her. He was large with shiny brown fur, blue eyes and an amiable looking face. Even more notable, however, was his distinct lack of clothing.

"You took the words right out of my mouth," he began. "I knew I had a roommate, but I didn't know it was such a pretty elf!"

He extended one of his large hands towards her in greeting, allowing it to hang awkwardly for a while as he waited for the bewildered woman to shake it.

Seraphita didn't shake his hand - didn't even acknowledge it. She stared past it at the worgen's uncovered manhood, mouth gaping without her realizing. It was certainly larger than what she was used to and looked different from an ordinary penis. It was like a mix between a human cock and a canine cock: slightly red with a pointy tip, a bulbous knot near the base and balls that hung like a heavy bag of fruit.

By the Light! It was... disgusting. Yes, that's the word she was looking for.

"Why are you naked?" The golden eyed priestess tore her gaze up and away from the man's genitals, matching his eyes for the first time.

"Why, see something you like?"

"Yes - I mean, no! Please cover yourself!"

"Nah, I always lounge around naked. Pants are way too uncomfortable to wear when you don't have to."

"When you don't have to? Are all Alliance men as boorish as you? How am I supposed to live with a naked worgen for a week!?" She sounded incredulous. Baffled. Utterly bewildered.

"I can think of a way," he replied, eyeing her suggestively. Apparently she was his type... then again, she was an elf. In her experience she was everyone's type.

Despite her outfit being a plain pair of black leather pants and a white button up shirt with an upturned collar, her hourglass curves refused to be hidden. In fact, they strained against the buttons and leather fabric containing them.

Seraphita crossed her arms defensively under her bosom. "I beg your pardon?" She couldn't resist another quick peek at his revolting and yet frustratingly enticing manhood. It had been a long time and Alliance or not she had to admit that he was rather well endowed.

"I'm just saying it would make the trip more tolerable. And besides, it's not like you'll see me again." The worgen shrugged and returned to what he was doing before she entered the room. "No pressure or anything, just a suggestion to cure the inevitable boredom."

"I'd rather not make this trip any worse," she retorted. Though to her dismay, a small, tiny part of her actually seemed to be considering it.

She shook the naughty temptation off and, for the next few hours, struggled to avoid her lecherous roommate. It wasn't easy in a small cabin room so she took to wandering around the ship, searching for ways to entertain herself while simultaneously mapping the ship in her head. Unfortunately, there wasn't a whole lot to do aboard the ship unless one liked to drink and gamble with goblins and other less than respectable people.

Eventually, Seraphita settled herself on top of the deck, sitting down and gazing out over the vast blue ocean. The ship rocked gently beneath her, cradled by the sea's tumbling waves. It creaked as if in protest, but the ocean ignored it and carried on as it always did.

A soft breeze blew through her hair, rustling it as a smile crept onto her face. For a moment she forgot about everything; her fiance, the worgen, the hardships she had faced so far on her journey, all of it. The peaceful outdoors always brought out the best in her. She was no druid, but she wouldn't be an elf if she didn't have a bond with nature.

The sounds of heavy footsteps from behind Seraphita roused her from her reverie. Turning, she discovered an orc towering over her seated form. The peace was nice while it lasted.

"Evenin' miss." The man half-bowed his head in greeting. Seraphita reciprocated the gesture but said nothing.

"Me and the boys saw you sittin' over here and thought you looked bored." He motioned towards a ragtag group of orcs, humans and goblins. "We're gonna play some cards, wanna join?"

Man, he smelled bad.

"Ah... no thanks." Seraphita gave the man a pity smile, hoping he wouldn't press her any further. She may have been a priestess, but she was not averse to violence when it was necessary.

After an awkward moment of silence the orc shrugged and returned to his buddies. They seemed disappointed and so, not wanting to face a second pick-up attempt, she got up and left.

Not sure of where else to go, Seraphita made her way to the cafeteria.

It was largely empty and she quickly discovered why. A bored looking goblin served her something that was unidentifiable to her pedigreed eyes and then waved her away, returning to what was apparently his real job - tinkering with a sputtering, malfunctioning robot. Assuming it to be pointless, Seraphita withheld the protest simmering on her tongue.

The food - of which she ate very little - was more like dog food than anything fit for an elf - or any other race for that matter. It would seem that she would be surviving on mana biscuits and other dull conjurations for this trip. That, at least, she was used to.

She sighed and begrudgingly made her way back to her room, having quickly exhausted the ship's less than thrilling facilities. Along the way, the words of her nudist roommate invaded her thoughts. A week on this ship spent in her room would be awkward, and out of her room dull and boring. Not to mention the uncouth sailors and their depraved stares. She wouldn't even be able to read in their presence.

If she just took the admittedly handsome worgen up on his offer...

She shook her head and scowled, shaking her dark blue locks as she mentally chastised herself. He was Alliance! And a worgen! And a brute! And had the perfect package and the cutest ears!

Stop it, Sera!

When she entered the room she was greeted once again by the naked worgen, relaxed upon the bed and reading a book which looked suspiciously like one that belonged to her. She couldn't quite recall what it was though.

"Back already?" He put the book down and sat up, drawing her eyes towards his groin. "Any chance you changed your mind?"

"Not in a million years, worgen." It was a lie, but he didn't need to know that. "Trying to tempt a priestess is pointless."

"I don't even think you'll live that long," he teased. "How about sometime within both of our lifetimes?"

When she ignored him, he went back to reading his book, seemingly content to drop the subject. For now, anyways.

Seraphita took to inspecting her things; the goblin she spoke to earlier dropped them off here and she wanted to make sure that nothing was stolen by either him or the worgen lying in bed a few feet away from her.

One bed. For an entire week.

She sighed and continued rummaging through her things, undergoing a thorough inspection of what was there and what wasn't. The Book of Ur, a tome containing information on worgen, was missing.

"HEY! FURBALL!" Seraphita spun to face her new roommate, an accusatory finger extended towards him.

Ren nearly jumped, eyes wide as he stared at her like a child caught being naughty. He must have been really into that book for her to surprise him so.

"What's the deal with taking my book?" she asked, fixing him with a glare.

"This? I'm just borrowing it." He placed a bookmark in it to mark his spot and then set it down.

"Borrowing without permission, huh? Steal anything else?"

"Call me a furball, a brute, an idiot, whatever. But I'm no thief. I saw it in your bags and thought it looked interesting. I mean, it's about me after all!" He thumbed his chest during that last part.

So he could read.

"Idiot."

Ren grinned and gestured towards her with his hand. "See, that's more like it."

Seraphita turned around, hiding the slight upwards curve of her blue-painted lips. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her smile, even if it was just a little one.

Finishing her inspection, she found that nothing else was missing. She was wary of trusting anyone, much less a member of the Alliance, but it seemed like he was telling the truth this time.

She fished out a book of her own to read and, to the worgen's surprise, laid down next to him, her head resting on the same propped up, built-for-two sized pillow that his was resting against. She would not let an oversized dog ruin her trip - or her precious time spent reading for that matter.

Making sure that she was as far apart from him as possible without having to worry about falling off the side of the bed, she began to read.

Unfortunately, she hadn't even read half a page before she was interrupted.

"Whatcha reading?" The worgen's rocky voice broke her concentration.

Seraphita brought her mouth to an annoyed line and slowly turned to face him.

"Healing with Arcana." Dismissively, she turned her attention back to her book.

"Can I read it when you're finished? Sounds like it could come in handy." His question was sincere, his expression curious.

"It's in Thalassian."

She didn't look at him this time.

"Oh."

To her surprise, there were no further interruptions. Seraphita read her book in peace, absorbing it's information whilst Ren Branson did the same to the book he was reading. Hours passed without a word, and at times she forgot the worgen was even there, so engrossed was she, and so quiet was he.

Eventually, many chapters later in fact, Seraphita yawned and placed the book on her nightstand after marking her place with a flower shaped bookmark. Looking over, she discovered that Ren had dozed off.

No wonder he was so quiet.

She got out of bed and walked around to his side, taking the book and marking his spot. After leaving it on his nightstand, she stretched and took the time to prepare herself for bed. She wasn't keen on sleeping with a stranger, especially not a large furry one, but somehow it seemed like admitting defeat if she gave up the bed to him. Besides that, she also didn't want to sleep on the hard floor.

Seraphita settled in nicely, changing into pajamas and using a spare blanket that she kept with her to shield herself from the cool air. Honestly, for a less than reputable goblin passenger ship, the bed wasn't half bad.

She closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wander untethered by inhibitions or distractions. Long minutes ticked by, her mind racing with the thoughts of what she had gone through that day.

Unbelievable, she thought. How could those idiots mix things up like this? I know this is a neutral ship, but come on! Mixing Alliance and Horde is bad enough, but men and women? Worgen and blood elf?

Seraphita glanced to her right, suddenly afraid that the worgen might attack her during the night. No, still sleeping.

It was dark, but her glowing yellow eyes allowed her to make out his features. He had dark brown fur and smelled earthy, but not particularly bad - and though she was only five-foot-eight without heels, she could tell from earlier that he was tall; larger than most orcs and more comparable to a tauren. Inspecting his face, he was oddly cute. Though whether that was in a cute puppy sort of way or a cute guy sort of way she wasn't exactly sure.

What are you doing? She shook her head and looked back up at the ceiling, closing her eyes and shutting off her night lights. The man's a savage, she thought before her mind began to gradually drift away to sleep.

"I'm sorry for my behavior earlier."

The gentle rumble of his voice beside her caused her eyes to shoot open. She didn't reply, though it was obvious from her glowing eyes that she was awake.

The worgen seemed to hesitate before continuing.

"My name is Ren Branson. What's yours?"

That's right, she knew his name because of the crew member she talked to, but they had never properly introduced themselves. She was too... distracted.

"Seraphita Silverbreeze," she murmured.

"Pretty name." Ren paused. "Goodnight Sera."

"Goodnight."

Perhaps he wasn't so bad. Now if only he would put some clothes on...

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Seraphita woke to the sound of a creaky door closing. Dawn had arrived and with it came the sounds of the ship and it's crew. She pulled the blanket over her head and buried her face in the pillow. It was hard to breathe, but she was stubborn and laid still for a while until at last she relented, tossing the blanket to the side and sitting up, annoyed at the sun for banishing the night and disturbing her rest.

Suddenly remembering the day before, she jerked her head to the side towards an empty right half of the mattress. Ren Branson was already awake and out of the room, no doubt getting whatever sloppy excuse for breakfast they served on this ship.

Seraphita on the other hand would not be caught dead going into that dreadful cafeteria again.

She locked the door and rummaged through her belongings, fishing out the clothing that she normally wore during day to day activities. Placing them upon the bed, she stripped out of her pajamas and walked over towards a dirty mirror attached to a dresser. She had been called vain before, but was that really so bad?

I mean, just look at me. What's wrong with admiring beauty?

Seraphita struck a pose and admired herself, her dominant left hand gripping at one of her hips as she leaned her weight to the other side. Her skin was pale like the moon, yet smooth and pristine, unmarred by blemishes or battle scars; for she was a priestess, not a soldier or even a peasant with sun damaged skin and bones that ached. A fair maiden was she, and a maidenly body she did possess.

As she was no soldier and was unaccustomed to physical activity, she lacked the toned muscles of the blood knights or rangers back home, yet her femininity suffered not for it. Seraphita's body was soft, with plump breasts topped by little pink nipples and an ass that stuck out like a hump. Her stomach, though lacking any sort of forged muscular definition, was flat with a hollow navel that led to a thin waist contrasted by a wide pair of hips and thick thighs. Blessed by superb genetics even for an elf, all of the fat in her body seemed to go to exactly the right places. These genetics made her prime breeding material - particularly with such womanly hips that begged to bear children, and yet in her 233 years of life her womb had yet to be claimed.

Remembering that Ren could come back at any second, Seraphita hurriedly donned her new attire before once again checking herself out in the dusty mirror.

The fashion conscious elf wore a matching blue-violet ensemble with long, fingerless opera style gloves that extended up her arms and nearly over her shoulders. Enchanted silver bracers clung to her forearms, enhancing her magical capabilities while a choker with the symbol of Quel'thalas adorned her slender neck. Set on top of each of these bracers was a single opulent gemstone, glowing the same shade of yellow as her eyes and containing magic that further enhanced her abilities. Tightly hugging her torso was an overbust corset with an identical gem centered between her breasts. Lined with a dark purple trim and patterns that similarly lined each of her other garments, it showed off her figure well, accentuating her breasts which were pushed up partially out of the corset. Down the middle towards the bottom, it split and created two shark fin shaped pieces of fabric that revealed a hint of her soft tummy and drooped down over a miniskirt that just barely did it's job.

Like her corset, the little skirt was tight with patterns on either side of it near her upper thighs. A belt with an attached chain hugged her hips and served to keep it snugly in place, though it struggled in the back where the bulge of her rather large behind pushed against it. It wasn't something a priestess would normally wear, but she liked the little thing even if her ass nearly - and sometimes did - poke out from underneath it. Matching her opera style gloves was a pair of thigh-high boots that ended in silver heels and passed underneath silver diamond shaped knee guards. Poking out from above the thigh-highs was flower-patterned lace that, regardless of intention, made her outfit seem even more provocative than it would have already otherwise been. Seraphita didn't care though. She dressed for herself and she liked to look good, simple as that.

Satisfied with her change in clothing, the elf adjusted her hair and makeup before exiting the room. She didn't have any particular reason in mind for leaving, but she did want to stretch her legs.

Climbing up a set of stairs and onto the deck, she was disappointed to see so many people out and about. It was to be expected of course, but she was hoping for some peace and quiet. Unfortunately, as soon as she stepped onto the deck heads turned towards her, admiring her body just as she had done earlier in the mirror.

I suppose I should have expected this as well.

While she wasn't the only woman on the ship, she was certainly the most attractive. Luckily, the ship and it's crew had been in port for a while and the sailors had undoubtedly spent a far share of their earnings on whores before setting off.

And if they did become too frisky, well, she wasn't too worried. She knew how to handle herself, even if doing so was unpleasant.

Seraphita did her best to avoid the men on deck, looking for a spot to relax and admire the view before finally settling on an area near the stern largely devoid of people. Once again she had forgotten to bring reading material, but that was ok. She was content with admiring the waves and getting some sun. Just a slight tan would do.

It wasn't long after sitting down that she heard the thumping of footsteps behind her.

Again? She turned around and looked up at the presumed suitor.

"Hello." This time it wasn't an orc, but her indecent roommate.

"Oh, it's you." Seraphita turned her back towards him, returning her attention to the ocean.

"Ouch. Mind if I sit down?"

She shot him a sideways glance, wary of his intentions but finding no real reason to deny him. "Go ahead."

The worgen dropped down next to her and looked out over the ocean just as she was doing. She continued to eye him for a moment before opening her mouth to speak.

"Wearing pants I see."

"Shorts, but yes." Ren looked at her, not-so-subtly admiring her body.

"'Sorry for my behavior,' was it?" she quoted him from the night before, using his own words against him.

"I stand by that statement." He crossed his arms matter-of-factly, still staring down her top.

"Right. I'm sure that isn't the only thing standing," she quipped, pulling up her corset. It was no use, of course. Her breasts were too large, and the corset too small.

"Hey, was that a joke? I didn't know elves knew about those."

Seraphita rolled her eyes, but a slight smile formed on her pretty face.

Ren grinned and leaned back on his hands, noticing for the first time the bulge in his trousers. Apparently she had been right. He cleared his throat and straightened up so as to try and hide it before speaking up again.

"So... why's a priestess of Quel'thalas traveling to a town like Gadgetzan?"

"I don't think that's any of your business," she snorted, losing her affability.

"Tell you what, talk to me and I'll start wearing shorts inside our cabin."

She met his eyes and cocked one of her long elven eyebrows at him. "Now that is tempting." Seraphita thought for a moment, gazing up at a seagull flying around the ship as she did so. After a moment of contemplation she spoke up. "I'm looking for my fiancé's killer." She glanced at Ren and cracked a smile. "Oh, don't look so grim, it was an arranged marriage."

Ren didn't appear particularly convinced. "I see... and you think the killer might have traveled all the way to Gadgetzan." He scratched his furry chin, eyeing her suspiciously.

"What's with that look? You look dumber than usual."

"You don't seem too heartbroken is all, so why are you going halfway around the world looking for his killer?"

"Because I was framed for his murder." A touch of white hot anger flashed across her face. "If I wasn't, I'd still be in Silvermoon."

"Framed, eh?" He sounded doubtful.

"There may not have been any love between us but I certainly didn't kill him. My dagger - a family heirloom - was used to murder him." Her anger evaporated as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by the kind of exhaustion that sleep couldn't cure. "I'm sure even a simpleton such as yourself can understand the implications of that."

Ren whistled, choosing to ignore her comment. "Family heirloom, eh? You some kind of rich noblewoman?"

Seraphita shrugged. "You could say that. My family is part of the Magisters; have been for hundreds of years." She looked at the worgen, watching the wheels in his head turn. Slowly. "What is it?"

"You got a bounty on your head?"

"Oh, shut up."

"I'm just kidding," he laughed. "I wouldn't turn you in even if there was a bounty. I believe you."

"That's good to know, because there's a five-thousand gold reward on my head." Seraphita grinned and the man laughed harder.

"So, what's with you?" she asked once his laughter died down.

"Me? My story isn't nearly as interesting as yours. Just a sword for hire is all I am."

"And have you been hired or are you still working on that part?"

"Still working on it," he said with a wink.

Seraphita smiled and nodded, gazing into his blue eyes for a moment before returning her attention back to the seagulls.

They sat for around half an hour before heading back to their room, high in spirits and more friendly than before. Once there, she conjured some biscuits for breakfast and shared them with the worgen. They weren't great but they sure beat what was served onboard.

"You're much more agreeable with shorts on," she teased, tossing him a rag as he sprinkled crumbs over the table they were seated at.

"Yeah, yeah. You don't know what you're missing," he said through bites of biscuit.

"Perhaps I don't," she mused.

Ren's ears perked up. "Is that curiosity I sense?

Seraphita smirked. "Don't push your luck, furball."

The two went along the rest of their day like normal, reading, exercising and occasionally exchanging banter. There wasn't much else to do, and when it came time to sleep Seraphita was glad that her furry roommate had finally put on some clothes.

---

Seraphita woke up and slowly opened her eyes, stretching like a starfish as she did so. Her foot brushed against something hairy and she realized that this time she had awoken before her roommate.

The elf yawned and gingerly crept out of bed, careful not to awaken the man. She made her way towards the ridiculous and yet ingenious goblin designed bathroom where she discarded her pajamas and hopped into an almost too hot shower. It seemed to barely function properly, but it was a welcome addition nonetheless and was well worth the extra coin spent on the room.

Seraphita cleaned herself thoroughly and properly as one of her pedigree was expected to. Afterwards, she allowed herself to relax, letting the warm water wash over her as her mind wandered.

Her unexpected roommate honestly wasn't as bad as she had initially thought - especially with shorts on. Then again, even without the shorts...

No no no, he's just an overgrown dog! Sure he's cute with gorgeous eyes and he's muscular and fun to be around with a cock that looks more delicious than the beer basted boar ribs mother used to make but he's not that handsome!

Despite the inner warfare going on within her, Sera couldn't stop thinking about him. She knew that she shouldn't, but she just couldn't help it. His naked form refused to be banished from her mind and the more she thought of his cock the more she felt the desire to taste it - to take it. She had never been like this before, so why now of all times?

Absentmindedly, she brought a hand up to one of her breasts. Large yet firm, it lacked any hint of sag despite her centuries long life. She squeezed it gently, a barely audible moan escaping past her lips as her slender fingers brushed the tiny pink nub of her nipple. The image of Ren's body wouldn't leave her head, so she forced herself out of the shower, inspected herself in the mirror and reapplied her makeup. After a moment of self-admiration, Seraphita donned a cotton bathrobe - white as snow - and exited the washroom with a gasp.

Her roommate had awoken and was doing some morning exercises in the middle of the room. More importantly, he was naked.

"Well, that certainly didn't last very long." Seraphita crossed her arms, masking her desire with a disapproving face.

Ren started and turned towards her, giving her a good look at his package.

Why do you tease me so? she asked nobody in particular

"Sorry, I figured I could squeeze in some exercise while you were tidying yourself up. I'll put something on.

By the Light that was a good looking cock! Sera followed it with hypnotized eyes, watching it intently as he moved. She found his knot particularly enchanting, and when he moved to put on his shorts she did something very, very stupid.

"Wait." Her hands moved to the belt on her robe, slowly undoing it as she stepped towards him, hips swaying seductively until finally she came to a standstill a couple of feet in front of him.

"What's with you?"

"You were right, it was curiosity."

Biting her lip and feeling a surge of adrenaline rush through her, Seraphita allowed the bathrobe to crumple to the ground, unveiling her body to the worgen like an exquisite piece of art.

Ren grinned and dropped the shorts he was carrying just as Seraphita, egged on by pent up lust, lowered herself down onto her knees in front of him.

"About time!" he said, still beaming.

"I told you, don't push it," she warned.

The threat appeared hollow however, as she was staring reverently at his cock and biting into her bottom lip. It was right in front of her, so close that she could smell it's musky scent.

Seraphita blushed, embarrassed by how much she wanted to taste the worgen's appetizing member. She was a priestess and while not celibate or strictly forbidden from indulging in personal relationships, having sex with a stranger she had just met would certainly be frowned upon - especially one belonging to the Alliance.

She buried her head in her hands as the angel on her shoulder made one last feeble protest.

So much for being dignified. What the hell am I doing?

She lifted her head and took another look at the man's cock, mouth watering as she eyed the visible knot near the base of his shaft.

Oh well, it's not as if the prudes back in Silvermoon will know.

Seraphita leaned in and gave it a lingering lick, grabbing the shaft for support as she did so. Her tongue flattened against it, stimulating her tastebuds with her first taste of worgen cock. She was hooked.

Grinning, she gave it a few more licks, her hesitation gone and all prior doubts thrown out the window. Quickly, Sera's tongue found what had been haunting and teasing her since she had first laid eyes upon it: the worgen's knot.

She lapped at it with her little tongue, his flavor and musk making her head spin. Seraphita relished it and Ren encouraged her by gently petting her head, causing her to nearly melt into him. In a lewd display of affection, she rained kisses upon his knot, leaving it covered in blue lip prints from her expensive lipstick. It was so unusual for her, and she couldn't help but pay it special attention until Ren's guidance peeled her away from it.

Drunk on desire - and perhaps the worgen's scent - she did whatever she was told and soon found herself guided onto the head of his cock. She took it eagerly, moaning a sensual Mmm while her new lover did the same from above her. Seraphita didn't venture much further however, and instead suckled on the tip, swirling her tongue around the head and further smearing her lipstick.

Ren - who was more than delighted at this sudden turn of events - was not quite satisfied with just having his head slobbered on. Carefully, and with his hand on the back of her head, he pushed her down onto his manhood, testing the limits of the priestess' mouth. Seraphita sputtered and gagged but didn't protest, content with allowing the worgen to use her throat as he pleased. Over and over Ren did this, training the docile elf until she could nearly take him in his entirety.

Once she had accomplished this he released his grip on her, leaving Seraphita to her own devices. She took a breather, grinning up at the man with a chin covered in spittle before going back to work. Using her newfound skills, she took to deepthroating the worgen, coating his crimson shaft in a murky layer of blue lipstick. Intent on impressing him, she sucked him off as best she could, earning pleased groans from Ren. His moans were music to her ears, a sign of a job well done - but it wasn't enough.

He hasn't seen anything yet.

Seraphita placed her hands on the worgen's furry hips and narrowed her eyes, pushing forward defiantly until there was no more dick left to take. With her long elven ears flattened against her head, and plush lips sealed tightly around his girth, she looked up at him, having taken the entirety of his manhood save for his knot which brushed tantalizingly against her lips.

She couldn't hold it for very long but her message was well received nonetheless. She pulled back after a few seconds, coughing and sputtering as punishment for defying her gag reflex.

"I think I'm in love," Ren gasped, giving the elf praise via an affectionate pat on the head.

Seraphita winked up at him, catching her breath but feeling a surge of pride rush through her. Her respite was short lived however and she soon found herself going back to work when Ren lifted his cock and instructed her to take care of his aching balls. She did so happily, burying her face in his sack and servicing the orbs with just as much enthusiasm as she had used to suck his cock. Her tongue quickly drenched his sack in saliva and her lips pulled each nut into her maw until it was released with a satisfying pop.

"Better than mana biscuits," she said with a smirk.

Wantonly, she pushed herself back into his balls and moaned, tongue sloppily lolling out of her mouth until she was finished and they were quite literally blue from her smeared lipstick. Returning her attention back to the worgen's cock, she was interrupted when she was picked up and manhandled as if she weighed nothing at all. Before she knew it she was on the bed atop Ren with his cock in her face and her peach in his.

"Give a girl some warning next t-Ah! Oh my..." Seraphita squirmed and looked back at her furry lover. He was using his long tongue to reach places she didn't even know existed.

A long husky groan forced its way out from between her lips, head drooping as she struggled to recover her wits. One of her little hands absent-mindedly stroked Ren's cock, slowly and without purpose for she could barely concentrate with him lapping at her pussy. His tongue was divine and he was certainly blessing her with it with lick after lick against her swollen clit and her pink folds.

In no time at all her nectar began to flow like water and Ren licked up every drop of it, his skilled tongue stimulating her clit like no other before. The pleasure was maddening but she pulled herself together enough to resume her sloppy blowjob, wrapping her full lips back around his cockhead and continuing her descent.

Before long she was bobbing her head in his lap, damp blue hair cascading around her beautiful face. The worgen eating her out made it hard to concentrate but she tried her best regardless, moaning around the girthy meat in her mouth. Not at all used to sucking worgen cock or being orally pleasured by one, Seraphita felt a tad overwhelmed, and the man's musky scent didn't help any. Nevertheless, her dick sucking skills seemed to suffer not for it as Ren was moaning nearly as much as she was.

She took great pride in this - she strove to be great at everything she put her mind to, and as she was currently learning, that seemed to include sucking off worgen nearly two times her size. She pulled back and slapped his manhood against her tongue before twirling it around his tip. She would use her mouth to tame this man.

Either that, or he would tame her with his cock.

Seraphita grinned and took Ren's length into her mouth again. Either way was fine by her so long as she got more of his delicious cock. It had been so long, and she was going to enjoy herself as much as possible.

She sealed her lips around his tip and sucked on it, cheeks turning concave while her hands got to work twisting and jerking his shaft. Soon enough, the fruits of her labor paid off. Pre-cum began to dribble up like oil and the elf slurped it up with a smile, thirsty for the real thing but finding the appetizer more than tasty enough. Using her hands, she squeezed and coaxed more out of him, drinking it all down until she was interrupted - forcibly rearranged once more by Ren and his strong arms.

Seraphita found herself on her hands and knees this time with the worgen looming over her from behind. Feeling anxious but excited more than anything, she fixed her posture, assuming a position better suited for mating with a wolf-man. Face down with her big ass presented to him, she prepared for what she assumed would be a rough and unforgettable experience.

"You seem awfully eager, Sera. How long have you been waiting for this?" Ren admired the view, grabbing one of the elf's supple cheeks and squeezing it, careful not to hurt her with his claws. Her ass was impressively large for an elf, yet firm and not ill-shapen.

"You don't need to know that," she replied, a smile lightening her face. "What I can tell you is that I don't want to wait any longer." Seraphita impatiently wiggled her behind back against his hand.

" 'Not in a million years' she says," Ren teased, grasping his cock and rubbing it against her slick folds.

"Oh just fuck me," she demanded.

Just as eager to knot the elf as she was to take it, Ren complied with her demand. With one hand on her ass for stability, he slowly pushed forward, feeding his length into the priestess' welcoming pussy.

Seraphita crooned and closed her eyes, body nearly rocking with an orgasm just from the man's initial insertion. She braced herself for more and made a mental note to thank Ren later for taking it easy on her.

Slowly but surely the worgen bottomed out inside of her, stretching her more than she had been stretched in a very, very long time. He paused and gave her further time to acclimate to his girth, panting with his tongue lolling out as he took a similar breather. It wasn't everyday he got to fuck an elf - in fact it was the only day - and he was wholly unprepared for how tight she was.

After Ren felt a reasonable amount of time had passed, he began the real assault upon Sera's body. At first his strokes were slow, but gradually he picked up speed until his hips slapped loudly against her raised ass and she was mewling like a cat. She felt amazing, but he was mindful of her safety; if he lacked self-control like some other worgen did he could end up hurting her in a primal, sex induced rampage.

Seraphita gripped at the sheets, eyes half-lidded as yet another moan escaped her body, freed by the nonstop thumping of Ren's hips against her booty. She had asked to be fucked and now she was getting exactly that, her little pussy receiving an ample dose of worgen dick that had her dripping with satisfaction. It was beyond compare or expectation.

By the Sunwell she really was hooked.

Ren's knot bumped against her with nearly every thrust, making her shiver in anticipation. Would it fit? What if it did and she got pregnant? Was that even possible? A particularly hard, toe curling thrust knocked these questions from her head and caused her bubbly ass to jiggle like the waves their boat was floating upon. Seraphita tossed her head back and moaned pathetically, her radiant yellow eyes rolling up into her head as an orgasm finally rocked her body. Whether or not the worgen knew of it was a mystery, for the steady pounding of his cock into her never stopped. His powerful hips slamming against her, his knot knocking on her door, his balls slapping against her clit - he was relentless and she absolutely loved it.

The sinful priestess wiped matted strands of her azure hair away from her eyes and looked back at her forbidden lover. As great as his cock was, the sight of him towering over her as he worked her luscious body gave her butterflies. Seraphita wasn't sure if she was just drunk on cock or caught up in the moment, but worgen or not she found him to be as beautiful as she was.

Ren didn't seem to notice her adoring stares, so focused was he on fucking her brains out and knotting her tight elven pussy. What he did notice were her emphatic moans, so loud and frequent that there came an angry pounding on the outside wall from the hallway. He paid it no heed however, and If Seraphita cared about the upset passenger she certainly didn't show it. She had been taught how to be a lady, but taking worgen cock was not a part of those lessons - she simply couldn't help it if she disturbed some of their neighbors.

Ren gave her ass a slap, causing her to yelp in surprise. She glared back at him in feigned annoyance but he ignored her, giving her cheeks a few more quick swats of the paw and admiring the way her booty jiggled. Her thick behind was typically milky white, but thanks to his claws and the workout he was giving it her cheeks were mottled and covered in shallow claw marks. Seraphita took her punishment without complaint, submitting herself wholly to the worgen's will. She could sense him struggling to fit his knot inside her - thrust after thrust - and she knew that eventually he would make it fit. The thought thrilled her more than she thought possible and the knowledge that it could fill her at any moment set her on edge.

Despite the fact that Ren was pounding her into the bedsheets, it took quite some time before he actually managed to accomplish this goal. Panting like a dog and drooling more than Seraphita's overly fucked pussy, Ren finally slammed himself home with a thrust that made her ass wobble and his balls slap up against her clit. He buried his cock within her and then continued further, finally consummating his victory over her inhibitions by knotting the gorgeous elf.

He howled and Seraphita nearly did the same, her eyes bulging for an instant before the orgasm hit her. It was pure bliss, better than she had ever dreamed of, and her mind went blank as she rode it out. Her body, so full and luscious, shuddered and quaked as she had the best orgasm she had felt in the last two centuries, her pussy rippling and her clit throbbing.

Pushing her fat ass back against Ren's cock, she ground her teeth together and nearly went cross eyed if not for one of her eyes being squeezed tightly shut. His knot quickly swelled in size, fulfilling it's duty of locking her in place as he pumped her full of his hot cum, sticky and virile. If she was in a proper state of mind perhaps she would have had more doubts about getting creampie'd by a worgen, however Seraphita was not of proper mind. In this moment she was a mess of physical pleasure, the knotting of her pussy inflaming her desire, and she delighted in the feeling of her womb being invaded by Ren's potent seed.

At last, when both of their orgasms finally died down, Seraphita lied limply upon the bed with her head resting atop her arms, basking in the afterglow of their love making and feeling positively radiant. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily as she recuperated.

Thanks to Ren's knot, his cock was still buried within her, keeping her ass propped up in the air. She enjoyed that full feeling while she rested, listening to the labored panting of her incredible lover. Her thoughts turned to what had just occurred and how scandalous it was. How wonderful it was, how much cum was being pumped into her even still...

Then it hit her - she had forgotten to cast a contraceptive spell beforehand.

Slowly, Sera's eyes widened as panic set in. How could she forget something so important?

"You came inside me..."

"Geez, you just noticed?" Ren sounded insulted.

"What if I get pregnant and have a bunch of little puppies?"

"I don't think it works like that," he replied, scratching his head in thought. Then again, I'm no expert.

Seraphita ignored him, practically hysterical at this point. "I have things to do, I can't be raising kids - I mean I don't even have a home I'm just traveling from one place to another! And how am I supposed to find my fiancé's killer if I have to take care of a litter of brats? I'll never clear my name!" She spoke without pause, firing off rapidly and anxiously twirling a stray lock of hair.

"Just calm down for a moment, there's no use in-"

"Shut up you, this is your fault."

"Hey, you wanted it just as much as I did." Ren softened up and gave her an intended-to-be-soothing pat on the behind. "Just let nature take its course and if you get pregnant I'll take care of ya."

Seraphita groaned and covered her face with her hands. "Great, the Alliance mercenary is going to take care of me. I guess I'll have to live in goblin territories and... wait a minute. I've got a vial of contraceptive elixir in my bags!" It was a goblin concoction but guaranteed to work.

Praise the Light, she thought, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. When she was no longer locked in place by the worgen's knot she would retrieve it from her bags and her worries would be over. She had nothing to worry about.

"How long are we going to be like this?" she asked.

"About ten minutes or so." He yawned and grinded his hips against her, clawed fingers playing at the meaty cheeks of her rump.

Seraphita nodded and waited patiently. Now that she didn't have to worry about getting pregnant she could once again enjoy the feeling of being utterly stuffed by the worgen's package. It was sublime - Ren had cum so much that she could feel it sloshing around inside of her and over the next ten minutes or so he continued to shoot even more of his sticky baby batter into her welcoming pussy. Provided she remembered her contraceptive spell, it was a feeling she could get used to.

When at last she felt his knot shrinking, she pulled away from him and, with some help on his end, freed herself from his cock.

"That was amazing," she said, rolling onto her back and gazing up at the worgen. Her large breasts jiggled as she did so, catching Ren's predatory eyes. Each was a good handful even for his hands and despite her protestations, the idea that her body was already so well suited for motherhood amused him.

A knock at the door roused the two of them, sending them scrambling off of the bed in search of their clothes. Seraphita picked up her bathrobe and hastily put it on, unwittingly leaving an indecent amount of cleavage showing.

"Hey furball, look in my bags for that elixir, will you? It should be in a small silver container." Ren nodded to her and she turned around, composing herself before opening the door.

"Hello, miss." It was the goblin she had complained to a couple of days ago. He was accompanied by two scary looking orc bruisers carrying axes.

"I'm sorry, is there a problem?" Seraphita adjusted her bathrobe so that it better covered her breasts and glared at the orcs who had quickly taken to staring at her chest.

"We received some noise complaints coming from your cabin, are you alright?" He glanced past her into the room, eyeing Ren as he dug through her belongings.

Feeling the worgen's cum dripping down her thighs, she squeezed her legs together and quickly came up with a lie.

"That was just a friendly argument between husband and wife, no need to worry." Seraphita smiled reassuringly but continued when she saw that he wasn't buying it. "See, he likes to refer to me as a bluehead but I prefer the term bluenette." She threw her hands into the air and shook her head as if that wasn't the dumbest thing the men had heard all month.

The green skinned trio exchanged a number of awkward glances before the goblin spoke up again. "I thought you said he wasn't your husband?"

"Oh, you know us elves!" she said, smiling wider as if that explained everything.

Apparently it did, for the goblin nodded, said his farewells and then left.

Seraphita quickly shut the door and spun on her heels, attention turning to the worgen still rummaging through her things.

"I guess we were a little too loud," she giggled, loosening her bathrobe so that her cleavage was nearly exposed again.

"We? That was all you." Ren paused and inspected something in his hand. "Is this it?"

He tossed her a little box which she caught easily. Within this box was her salvation, a life spared from obnoxious children. She opened it and her jaw dropped.

"He broke it." Despair settled in. Her last hope had literally shattered.

"Who broke it?" Ren sounded almost afraid, as if she would point the finger at him.

"That damn goblin!" she yelled, pointing her thumb at the door she had just closed. "He didn't handle my luggage properly and now I'm going to get pregnant with a bunch of little runts because of it!"

Ren hurried over and took her into his arms, trying his best to console her before they got even more noise complaints.

"I wouldn't worry too much, I doubt we're even compatible. I mean have you ever seen any half-worgen running around?" He chose not to remind her that he was actually just a cursed human and that half-elf, half-human children were not too uncommon.

"I hope you're right, if not that goblin will have hell to pay." After all, the Light could be used to heal and burn.

Seraphita allowed herself to be led into the washroom where she took a relaxing shower and thought about what had transpired. It was both an amazing and horrifying experience that had the potential to change her forever.

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Seraphita Silverbreeze was back to her normal self the very next day, reading, staring out over the ocean, turning down men trying to flirt with her - the blood elf did her best not to think about the baby that might be forming within her. Though, the fact that she had indeed never seen any half-worgen children running around did wonders to comfort her.

At her suggestion, Ren returned to his previous ways of lounging around nude. Likewise, and at his suggestion, Sera decided to do the same. Naturally, this led to more than just lounging.

The sex continued for the rest of the trip - primal and full of passion, they made love multiple times a day, generating an extensive amount of noise complaints as they did so. Seraphita had known that she was hooked the moment she tasted him, and further knottings just cemented that fact. Ren was damn good in bed, but even though he fucked her brains out like no other and gave her the most intense orgasms she had ever had, she was coming to find that he was a lot more than just good dick. The worgen was good company, too, and the possibility that she was developing something of a crush on him was not lost on her.

So, by the fifth day out at sea she had all but stopped leaving her cabin. Becoming shut-ins for the rest of the trip, the two preferred to stay inside, talking, reading, but mainly fucking. Seraphita did make sure of one thing, however: never again did she forget her contraceptive spell.

Continued in Chapter 2

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