Chapter 4: Everybody Loves Somebody
Seraphita clasped a simple velvet choker in place around her neck, squeezing the Quel'thalas emblem that hung from it within her palm before running her hands down either side of her body to ensure that any imaginary wrinkles or creases on her corset were straightened out. It was early in the morning, and while Ren was still sleeping she had cleaned herself up and gotten dressed in preparation for the day ahead. She felt good - great even - and in her mind her appearance should reflect that. Gazing into the mirror that she had earlier done her best to clean, she both inspected and admired herself.
She wore her usual outfit consisting of a berry blue corset embroidered with purple patterns, a short skirt with thigh-high leggings and lace, and gloves that trailed up her forearms topped by silver bracers. Set within her bracers, as well as in-between the cups of her corset, were three individual gemstones that not only accentuated her outfit, but enhanced her magical capabilities. Admittedly, they were primarily for show, but the strengthening of her abilities was certainly an added bonus. Belted around her hips were two leather satchels that hung at her left side, primarily containing emergency food, magical trinkets, parchment, and coin. Her attire was formfitting around her chest, waist and hips, and overall it gave her the appearance of a trendy mage from Silvermoon rather than a virtuous ecclesiastic.
Focusing on her image in the mirror, Seraphita inspected herself for any flaws, twirling around and half-turning to view her plump backside. Unsurprisingly, she found no issue except for a sliver of skin poking out from beneath her skirt. Adjusting herself accordingly so that she wouldn't be flashing anyone later, she then faced forward with her head held high, a bright smile on her face. Perhaps a bit too satisfied with how good she looked, she fluffed her luscious blue hair one last time then turned and exited the washroom.
Returning to the main room of the apartment, she found that Ren was still sleeping, his large furry form now taking up the majority of the bed since she had left it. To be honest, she felt that he deserved as much sleep as he wanted, but she had things to do and she knew that he would be upset later if she went about her business without him. With that in mind, Seraphita tapped him on the shoulder a few times and ruffled the hair on his head. "Time to get up, young man."
"Mmmn... do we have to?" Ren rolled over onto his stomach, a pillow pressed over the top of his head as if attempting to submerge himself within the warm sheets and pillows.
"What do you mean we? I'm already up." Seraphita yanked the pillow away from him. "Now get up you lazy dog." Her voice was stern, but a fond smile tugged at her lips.
Ren just groaned, stealing the pillow she normally used and again covering his head.
Before she got the chance to admonish him further, a series of loud knocks upon the door tore her attention away from her furry lover.
"I'll be right back," she said, patting him across the leg and turning towards the door. Crossing the room, she arrived just as the sounds of knuckles on wood rang out again. Opening the door, she discovered one of the hostel servants gazing up at her, his yellow eyes bright against his green skin. "Yes?" she asked.
"Your Grace." He bowed and she rolled her eyes. They still thought she was a duchess. "I was just wondering how long you... how long you... planned on..." The little man trailed off, evidently distracted by something behind her.
"What? What is it?" She glanced back into the room, performing a double take after realizing what the man was staring at.
Ren was in full view of the door, naked in all his glory as he struggled to get dressed.
"Why... what is he...?" The servant sputtered helplessly.
Wide eyed, Sera stood up straight and tried her best to act like nothing was out of the ordinary. "He is my bodyguard," she blurted. It wasn't the best answer to her perceived impropriety, but it was all she could think of in the heat of the moment.
"And he sleeps in your room?"
"Would you have him sleep downstairs or across the hall so that I may be assassinated?" Sera, angry and annoyed, bristled at the goblin. "I'm sorry, I have to go." Seraphita slammed the door shut and spun around to face the worgen, her back pressed flat against the door. "What are you doing?!" she hissed.
Nonplussed, Ren looked at her quizzically. "Getting dressed."
"Now of all times!" She raised her arms and then allowed them to fall exasperatingly at her sides to demonstrate her annoyance.
"I can take these off if you'd like." He pulled at the waistband of his shorts.
Sera sighed, her temper quickly subsiding. "No, it's fine. At least you got out of bed."
She stepped towards him and an impish glow flashed in his eyes. He took hold of her in his arms and then pulled the two of them onto the bed, careful not to hurt her. She yelped in surprise, and when he rolled onto her she punched lightly at his broad chest.
"Let me go you oaf."
"Not going to happen," he growled, lips parted to reveal a set of grinning teeth.
"You're going to tear my clothes!"
"Frankly, I think you'd like that."
"You're horrible."
She wrested against him like an impertinent child, but it was no use. He pinioned her arms above her head and leaned in. His tongue teased at her neck, his hot breath like steam against her pale skin. It clouded her mind and made it hard to think. She shivered, a deep yearning rising within her. Another lick at her tender neck and he released her arms, reaching one hand beneath her skirt and brushing aside her garments. Now free, she wrapped her arms around his neck and surrendered to passion, the worgen's body a comforting mass of warm fur enveloping her. His face drew closer to hers, bright eyed, lustful, and seeking her lips. She opened her mouth to say something, to show that she was still annoyed, but he silenced her.
"Do not speak, my lady."
Looking up into his eyes as his face drew closer to hers, she opened her mouth again and accepted him without a word.
The sky was a pale blue and speckled with tattered white clouds that billowed aimlessly, battered by wind and seared by the merciless sun overhead. It was as always hot in Gadgetzan, yet the desert-town was teeming with life like a city of ants crawling through a great maze, each seemingly irrelevant lifeform moving about with its own purpose and reason.
Seraphita and Ren were two such ants. Side by side they walked, close, the backs of their hands brushing now and then against one another. The worgen, who towered over everyone but the occasional ogre or tauren by a great order of magnitude, frightened many passersby who quickly eddied around the odd duo. They were a highly unusual pair in Gadgetzan, and though most were too scared to give them much thought, to anyone with a discernable eye it was clear what kind of relationship the two held.
Ren walked with a satisfied swagger, while Seraphita moved with her head held confidently high, arms swinging and boots crunching against the ground like nothing could lower her spirits - not the overcast sky, or the discomfiting stares, or even the prospect of the rest of her arduous journey. The city, though still unfamiliar, felt far less imposing than it had before. Its square clay homes and towering metal buildings now seemed new and intriguing rather than oddities that housed potential enemies or spies for those potentially plotting against her. The latter was still possible, of course, but she figured it was healthier to not obsess over that fact.
"For a tourist who has only been here once before, you sure know your way around," Ren said.
Sera grinned and looked up at him, shielding her eyes as she did so. "I have traversed the streets of Silvermoon for hundreds of years, a place like this is simple to remember after a bit of exploration." A touch of elven pride seeped into her voice as she said this. "I suppose to someone like you this city is confusing?" He didn't answer, so she hooked her arm around his and pulled him forward, leading him a few dozen cubits towards the final stretch of their destination.
Claudia's little hospital stood quaintly in front of them, bare and devoid of any distinguishing features except for two new potted plants near the door, as well as a cross shaped sign to indicate her profession to those who couldn't read. Hurrying inside, she dragged Ren along with her; he ducked his head through the too-short doorway and came up beside her. Within the surprisingly spacious building, Claudia sat at her desk, her honey-blonde, shoulder length hair framing her face as she leaned over her son who sat next to her. Her mouth moved, murmuring what seemed to be encouraging words to the boy who was focused on a bundle of paperwork.
Seraphita cleared her throat. "Homework?"
Claudia raised her head to look at them, a warm smile on her face. "Something like that," she said, rising from her seat and placing a hand on her son's shoulder. "He is reviewing herbs and their medicinal applications; if I'm to expand this place I'll need a helper, and what better than family?" The boy glanced up from his studies, his eyes finding Ren's tall, furry, and canine form to be far more interesting than the notes and sketches of herbs upon his papers. His mother ruffled his blonde hair, causing him to cringe away from her.
Claudia shuffled out from behind her desk and approached Seraphita, embracing her in a firm hug. "How are you, Sera?" Pulling away but leaving her hands on Seraphita's shoulders, Claudia gave her a concerned once-over, looking for any signs of her struggle with Kaerys from one day prior that she may have missed. Apparently finding nothing, she released her hold on Seraphita's shoulders.
"I feel excellent," Sera replied honestly, returning the woman's friendly smile. And by the Light it was true, she felt great.
"No problems walking, then, hm?"
"Why would I..." Her eyes widened and her cheeks colored. "Claudia!" She glanced at Ren who had taken a seat across the room, oblivious to their conversation. Claudia's boy had sat down next to him, petting at his fur like a house dog.
The doctor laughed, her voice carrying a feminine lilt that threaded through the air like notes of music. "I'm sorry, but you're too easy to tease."
"Have mercy, please," Sera whined, doing her best to feign exasperation despite the smile on her face. Claudia was such a nice and considerate person. Sure she was a priestess and a doctor, but she had gone above and beyond her profession. In a city of strangers she felt like a real friend. "Here." She opened one of her bags. "What do I owe you?"
Claudia pursed her lips. "How about three silver coins?"
"Three silver?"
"That's over double the cost of what was required to feed them."
"But that's nothing!"
"It is enough," Claudia said, holding out her hand. "But if you don't want to pay I can always fetch the guards..." It was an empty threat, betrayed by the doctor's good-naturedness as well as the slight tug of a smile on her lips.
Seraphita rolled her eyes and dug into her purse, retrieving a coin worth ten silver and pressing it against the human woman's hand. "You have earned this much and more. Please, take it."
Claudia put her other hand atop Sera's, squeezing it and accepting her generosity with the look of a saint. "Are all of the maidens from Quel'thalas as principled as you?"
"My pride says yes. My principles on the other hand..." Seraphita shrugged and then laughed, but her mirth dissolved quickly, replaced by a sudden sadness. "I'm leaving the day after tomorrow." Tears welled up in her eyes, and her words caught in her throat as she spoke. She twirled her hair between her fingers and then anxiously chewed on it.
"I see." Claudia's tone turned somber, her smile sad yet reassuring. "I will pray for you, and for our meeting again." She looked down, and then back up, her expression more positive. "Me and my family are going on a picnic later, how would you like to come? You can meet my husband and daughter."
"That sounds lovely," Seraphita replied, her ears perking up. She hadn't even known the woman had a daughter! "But... a picnic in the desert?"
"There's an oasis not far from town. It's near the beach, and its got beautiful trees and plenty of shade." Claudia nodded her head towards Ren who was still being petted by her son. "You bring your man and I'll bring mine. It'll be a great way to unwind before your trip across the sea."
"Sure! Sounds fun," Sera nodded, her favorable mood returning. "When shall we go?"
"Well..." Claudia's voice rose and her head turned towards her son, catching his attention. "I suppose Josua can put off his studies for now." The boy's eyes lit up, and she turned back to Seraphita. "Why don't you come back in an hour and we'll head out then?"
"Alright." Sera stepped up to Ren and put her hand on his head, fluffing his ears. "Come on furball, we'd best get ready."
"We'd best get some meat at this picnic," he rumbled, rising from his seat and following her.
"Might need to leash that one," Claudia quipped.
Seraphita laughed and took Ren by the arm. "He'll be fine. By the way, how are Mr. Bolero and the others? I forgot to ask!"
The blonde priestess shrugged. "Fully recovered; nothing some rest and prayer couldn't fix. That reminds me, they told me to relay their thanks for paying for their treatment."
"It was nothing, that's great to hear!" She waved at both mother and son then was out the door, Ren by her side.
Over an hour later, after meeting up with Claudia and her family at the hospital, the doctor had led their newly formed group on a journey out of the city. The oasis took a little over half an hour to reach by foot, but when they arrived it was just as described: palm trees crowded like pilgrims around a shallow pool of dazzling blue water, their long fronds dancing to the tune of the wind as it crawled by, crisp and carrying the salty sea air upon it. Gulls hovered far above their heads, while others perched on nearby rocks that jutted out of the sand like a child's scattered toys.
Claudia's husband, who had been introduced to her as John, set up their little encampment in the shade underneath a cluster of trees, laying out a thick blanket and setting their bundles of food upon it. Ren, who had decided to travel in his human form and was carrying a pack full of newly purchased pillows, arranged them on the blanket and sat down, eager to eat but having enough sense and manners to wait for everyone else. As she was so accustomed to his worgen form, it felt a bit strange seeing him as a normal, albeit handsome, human. She sat down next to him anyways, snuggling up to him so that they were shoulder to shoulder. Ren was Ren, regardless of what form he chose to take.
"This food looks so much better than mana biscuits," Seraphita said, leaning forward to accept a plate from Claudia. Next to her, Ren seemed just as hungry, and she imagined that if he was in his worgen form his tongue would be lolling out of his mouth. She giggled at the thought and he looked at her with a curious eyebrow raised.
"I should hope so, I bought it with that silver you gave me." Claudia sat down between her husband and her son, forcing food onto their plates like a mother hen. Her daughter, Annabelle, had sat down closer to Seraphita. "Would you like me to fix your plates?" Claudia asked, glancing at Seraphita and Ren whilst shoveling a spoonful of potato salad onto Annabelle's plate.
"No thanks," she replied.
"Is there any meat?"
"Ah, of course!" Claudia stopped what she was doing and reached for a bundle of parchment, opening it and revealing slivers of cured ham. "Take it, there's plenty more."
Ren licked his lips hungrily and accepted the salted meat, placing it upon his plate and reaching for his fork before hesitating. "Want some?" He offered his plate to her.
She shook her head and leaned forward, stealing a quick kiss on the lips. "Nope, all yours." Reaching for some moonberry juice and cornbread, she caught Claudia's playful eye. The woman gave her a knowing look that made her blush, so she tore her gaze away and focused on her bread. She was interrupted after only a few bites.
"You two make quite the couple," John said, sipping on some moonberry juice of his own. His voice was calm and collected, but their seemed to it a playfulness. Claudia's husband was tall with dirty blonde hair, a square jaw and the stubbly beginnings of a beard that he kept trim. His nose was slightly crooked, as if he had been in a fight many moons prior, and his eyes were a severe grey. He was a far cry from conventional elven beauty, but she had to admit that he was rather handsome in a rugged sort of way. Still, she preferred Ren's messy brown hair, blue eyes and boyish good looks.
"Thank you," she replied, oddly proud of the compliment. "He is both my lover and my bodyguard, so when he is lacking in one category he at least makes up for it with the other."
"I'm not sure if that's an insult or not." Ren frowned, setting down his now empty plate and reaching for a roll of banana bread.
Seraphita giggled and bounced her shoulder against him. "How about a compliment and an insult?"
"Young love is so cute," Claudia sighed, rubbing at her husband's back.
John just grunted. "It's a man's duty to protect his woman. Nothing insulting about it." This unintentional display of chivalry earned him two pecks on the cheek by Claudia. Annabelle and Josua stuck their tongues out and pretended to vomit, giggling at each other and earning their parents' ire.
Beside Sera, Ren nodded in agreement, and her lips curved upwards into a faint smile. "You're right, I'll have to apologize to him later." She ignored the hopeful look he gave her and continued: "However, I would like to point out that I am over two-hundred years old. Not so young by your standards." Everyone knew that elves were nearly immortal, but people were, without fail, always surprised to hear of her age. Claudia and her family were no different. Annabelle in particular was amazed.
"But you're so beautiful!" The girl was the same age as her brother, with long blonde hair and cheeks dusted with freckles. She had been particularly interested in Seraphita during their walk to the oasis.
"So you're saying you're an old lady compared to us?" Ren asked, cutting off her reply. His voice was serious, but it cracked with barely contained amusement.
"I suppose if that's how you want to put it, yes." Seraphita stiffened and pulled away from him, lifting her glass of moonberry juice with both hands and taking a silent sip. She wasn't truly angry, but it couldn't hurt to make him think she was.
Claudia's boy, who had been looking at them oddly, suddenly spoke up. "Weren't you with the wolf-man? Are you cheating on him?"
"Josua!" Claudia tapped him lightly on the top of his head while her husband struggled to hold back a laugh.
"I am the wolf-man you speak of." Ren held out his hand and the child watched with wide eyed fascination as it morphed in size and shape until it was large and hairy with long, jutting claws.
"Oh!" Josua laughed and put his hand atop Ren's. "You're just like father!"
Seraphita nearly choked on a bite of banana bread. "You mean John is a worgen?" She looked at Claudia who was nonchalantly smearing some strawberry jam on a piece of bread. "Why didn't you tell me?"
She raised the piece of bread to her lips, paused, and then shrugged. "I didn't think it mattered."
Seraphita gaped at her but couldn't think of anything to say. Instead, she glanced back and forth between John and Claudia, then between Annabelle and Josua. "Twins?" she finally managed to ask.
All four of them nodded.
Sera shook her head in mild disbelief, then looked at Ren and laughed, nudging herself back against his shoulder. He looked at her with a confused look on his face, then wrapped his arm around her and continued eating.
An hour slipped by, melding into the next which went by just as quickly, until the afternoon sun dangled above them, blurred and made dull by the passing of fluffy clouds that marched across the sky like a legion of white and grey soldiers. Seraphita and the rest of the group had passed the time with pleasant conversation: she learned that Claudia and her husband had first met when she was studying to be a priestess in Stormwind, and that once she was finished with that they had moved to Gadgetzan for his work. What that work was, neither would say except for that it was related to the Alliance somehow. She didn't prod further, and thankfully Ren didn't either. Their daughter, Annabelle, barraged her with a number of beauty and fashion related questions, while Josua on the other hand had convinced Ren to transform into a worgen. It was a simple but enjoyable way to spend the day, and she felt closer not only to Claudia because of it, but to Ren as well. Still, they had sat for hours and their time was coming to an end.
"I think it might be time to head back into town," John suggested, stretching out his legs and looking at his wife.
Claudia brushed a strand of hair back over her ear and eyed the measly remains of their food scattered about the blanket. There was nigh a crumb of bread or a trimming of ham left, and the jars of drink and jam were similarly drained. "I suppose so." She stood up and clapped her hands together. "Why don't all of you clean up while Sera and I have a chat." Leaning down, she whispered something in John's ear and then motioned for Seraphita to follow her.
Once they were a ways away from the rest of the group, Claudia stopped and sat upon a large stone.
"I enjoyed spending time with you and your man," she said. The sun caught on her hair, making it glow an almost angelic gold.
Fitting, Sera thought.
"Likewise." Suddenly anxious, she reached for a strand of blue hair but resisted the nervous urge to chew on it. This could be one of the last times they'd ever see each other, and though they hadn't known each other for very long, she had come to view Claudia as a good friend and someone she'd very much like to spend more time with. "Your kids are wonderful and your husband seems like a fine man. You have a very good thing going down here and I'll be rooting for you and that expanded hospital of yours." By the time she was finished speaking she was almost choking on her words, her eyes swelling with tears. Claudia stood up and pulled out a kerchief, wiping at her eyes and then pulling her into a hug.
"Unless you're getting on that ship to be executed I don't see any reason for you to be crying. You've got a good man, too, and you have your whole life ahead of you. Last I checked that's plenty of time to come and visit me." Claudia did her best to comfort her, but though her voice was firm, there was an underlying sadness beneath.
As a mother and a healer she must be used to this sort of thing, Seraphita thought. Forcing herself to be stoic in order to take care of others. Even though Sera was far older than the doctor, at times she felt like a teenager in comparison.
"And if you are getting on that ship to be executed," Claudia continued, "then let me know so I can stop you." The two of them shared an emotional laugh and then broke away from their embrace. "By the way, dear, not many people visit this little spot - not since the beachfront was developed - so if you want to stay behind for a bit and say, let loose... then you're free to do so." She gave Seraphita a wink and then took her by the hand, leading them slowly back towards the rest of the group. They had cleaned up already and were huddled near the southern edge of the oasis. The blanket and pillows they had used were still on the ground where they had eaten. A single pitcher of juice remained nearby.
"I... thank you. We'll do that."
Seraphita and Ren said their goodbyes, Sera hugging Claudia again while Ren shook her husband's hand. Exchanging farewells with the children, they then waved as the family made their way back to Gadgetzan. Silently, she vowed to visit Claudia again before departing for Quel'thalas, and again sometime in the future.
Turning to Ren, she craned her head upwards so that she could eye him for a moment before wordlessly making her way towards the blanket, hips swaying enticingly and her rear end nearly peeking out from beneath her skirt.
It didn't take Ren very long to follow after her.
When they had reached the picnic blanket they faced each other once again, but this time Ren took her into his arms, a searching hand rubbing tenderly at her back and working at her corset. She looked at him, eyebrows raised, and he stopped.
"What is it?"
"You called me an old lady earlier," she said, voice playful. "Didn't anyone teach you to respect your elders, young man?"
Ren grinned, trailing his tongue over the length of one of her pointy ears while his hand roamed downwards, settling on her plump ass and squeezing it through her skirt. "My apologies, ma'am."
Sera hummed a sultry purr and pushed her behind against his hand, wiggling it and accepting his tongue into her mouth when he leaned down to kiss her. Making out with a worgen wasn't easy, but they made it work, his snout teasing at her face while his tongue fought with hers. His other hand joined its brother, yanking up her skirt and revealing the pale moons of her cheeks. He squeezed both and she moaned into him, sucking on his tongue while her heart sped in her chest. She needed him badly, and she knew that he felt the same towards her. Breaking the kiss, he scooped her up and gently lowered her to the ground. Sera, just as eager as he was, undressed while he did the same. Now fully nude, she spread her legs for him, taking note of the imposing manhood dangling proudly atop his groin, hardening by the second and becoming more and more crimson in color as it did so.
Ren settled himself between her legs and, short on patience, buried his head in her loins, extending his tongue to lap and lick at her sweet peach, his fur tickling at the insides of her milky white thighs. Eyes wide and her body suddenly flooded with pleasure, she gasped and bit her lip in a failed attempt to contain a moan. Instead, it floated past her lips and to his ears, further incentivizing him. Expertly, his tongue worked against both her folds and her clit, teasing more moans from her mouth and causing her body to squirm in superb satisfaction. Her hands flailed helplessly before finding purchase on his head, grabbing and fingering at his fur while his tongue slid inside of her, wriggling into her depths and quickly drawing her to a climactic orgasm. Her groan was high pitched and seemed to expel the stress from her body, gradually tapering off until her moans began again, forced out of her by Ren who was still lapping thirstily at her sopping pussy.
"Ren," she gasped, shoving against him, "It's too much." Her loins tingled and her body felt temporarily overloaded with the wonderful sensations brought about by his tongue.
Though he seemed reluctant, Ren stopped and looked up at her. His eyes carried within them the spirit of a predator, yet a very human affection for her was reflected within them as well. Looking at him, her emotions wild and overflowing, she almost seemed taken aback, surprised even, at the adoration that she felt for him. Her heart tugged at her chest, and the desire to please this beautiful wolf of a man seized her. After a short reprieve, she positioned herself on her knees. Ren understood her intentions and stood before her, manhood a mere pinky finger's length from her face. It was impressive: large but not so much so that it was uncomfortable when inside her, and now that it was fully erect its color seemed to glow red hot as if a direct reflection of his burning desire. His cockhead, more human-like than the rest of his canine member might imply, topped his manhood like a bulbous arrow. She reached for it and gripped it at the base, holding it steady while twisting it within her hand, her plush blue-violet lips delivering a kiss to his red tip.
His scent filled her nostrils, and as she dove forward, lips parting to accept his cock within her inviting mouth, his masculine flavor seized her taste buds. He tasted both salty and musky, primal and animalistic yet not overpoweringly so; her head swam around a whirlpool of emotions, inundated with his fantastically bestial essence. A muffled moan escaped her as she pressed forward, sliding his length over her tongue until she had nearly throated the entirety of his member, his tip brushing past her tonsils and continuing onward. With Ren's cock lodged within the tight confines of her throat, she gazed up at him for a few precious seconds, eyes sparkling with a devotionary desire to please him, before leaning back and allowing his member to escape from between her lips. She sputtered a bit and adjusted her jaw before diving back in, locking her juicy lips around his manhood and entering into an unbreaking tempo that was quick but not too quick, bobbing her head on half of his length while her hands twisted and jerked at the other half.
Sera worked as if struggling to satiate an impossible hunger, a great void that only the worgen's cock could fill. She sucked and slurped, bobbed and squelched, leaking saliva down her chin and onto her jiggling breasts. It was obvious that she enjoyed fellating him, for she was spirited and full of energy, her head a mass of shimmering blue hair against his groin. Ren groaned, unable to contain his pleased utterances, and placed a gentle hand upon her head, more so out of affection than any desire to control her tempo. Seraphita's lips curved into a sly smile at this, but she continued at her own skillful pace, her head inclined slightly so that Ren's cock was angled downwards into her maw, and so that she could stare up at him with her bright, beautiful yellow eyes that glowed like the Sunwell itself. She delighted in the pleasure upon Ren's face - the way he looked down at her with desperate eyes, and the way he threw his head back when her tongue coiled around his throbbing red tip.
Seraphita was unrelenting, her head bobbing without interruption save for a short sojourn beneath his cock to give his balls some love, tonguing at the great orbs and planting kisses upon them before returning her attention back to his shaft. She hummed around his length as she sucked, ears alternating between twitching and flattening against her head, while her lips, blue painted and full, dragged tantalizing back and forth against his great crimson length. Perhaps it was partially a matter of elven pride that spurred her to such diligent dick sucking, but regardless of reason or drive, Ren was putty on legs, squirming, groaning and whining like a dog due to her ministrations. She sucked him like she didn't just want his seed, but needed it, her pretty head moving fast at times, building up a sheen of saliva along his length, then slowing down as if savoring his manhood. Running contrary to ecclesiastical stereotypes of purity, she spit shined his red rocket like a professional until at last his body spasmed and a howl shattered the prevailing desert silence.
Seraphita's tongue was immediately treated to a creamy concoction of cum that she quickly swallowed. Gulping it down, it was followed by another load, and then the next and the next and so on and so forth, until at last the flood of worgen seed came to a halt. As she was by now used to this, she had sealed her lips around his head, accepting every drop with nothing but husky moans to further entice her furry lover. Pulling away from him, she looked up at him and beamed, her teeth suspiciously white and her belly full of cum. Ren smiled back stupidly, panting and swaying in the cool desert breeze like a huge statue about to topple over.
Whether it was the sun or just her skillful cock sucking, it took him longer than usual to recover. Nevertheless, he was soon ready to go again. He lowered himself to the ground and took to her loins with his tongue once more, forcing her back into a supine position upon the blanket. Pushing her legs apart, he brought his snout to her loins, smelling her arousal and slipping his tongue inside of her, tasting her and making her squirm in delight. His tongue was fast, quicker than last time as it delved inside of her and repeatedly brushed against her folds, lapping eagerly at her pussy. Seraphita ran a helpless hand through her hair, her breathing heavy as Ren brought her to a second orgasm which was marked by a husky groan tumbling past her lips. He stopped and licked her stomach, eyes focused on her.
After the tingling in her legs had subsided, Seraphita rubbed affectionately at Ren's head, focusing for a moment on his ears before positioning herself on her hands and knees in front of him, back arched and ready to go. She licked her lips in obvious anticipation, understanding full well what she was getting herself into by presenting her shapely behind to the horny worgen. Like a bee to honey, his hands soon came to grasp at the pale skin of her sultry body, one hand wrapping itself around her slim waist, while the other squeezed at the meaty cheeks of her ass, indenting her skin within the firm grip of his fingers. There was no doubt that Sera was lushly endowed, and her ass, which usually stuck out like a camel hump from beneath her skirt, made Ren's base instincts go crazy.
Bristling with excitement and practically salivating, he lined himself up with her entrance, briefly teasing his tip against her folds before huffing and commencing his assault upon her body. His cock, a throbbing red invader ready to plunder her depths, slid inside of her like a sword in scabbard, stretching her wonderfully around him. Seraphita tensed and bit her lip, clenching and twisting at the blanket beneath them. She longed for more, and soon received it aplenty.
Ren's muscles flexed as he continued to push forward, slowly, steadily, feeding his manhood into her quivering pussy until at last he was fully hilted within her. The two of them crooned, pausing and moaning softly in shared bliss before Ren withdrew and then thrust forward again. His strokes, deep and striking profoundly at her core, built up in strength and speed until she could no longer concentrate on anything but the cock bullying her insides. For some foolish, wanton reason or another, she took to counting his maddening strokes but soon lost count after the first dozen or so set her off like fireworks. It was far too difficult to concentrate with Ren's massive form pumping her from behind, his tool, hard as diamond and red as ruby, ravaging her dripping pussy with deep, devastating thrusts that rocked the little elf's world and brought her to a swift and much desired orgasm.
Seraphita cried out, her luscious body trembling and her muscles contracting as she was fucked into a sensational climax. A rapturous tide of pleasure raced through her, erupting like a volcano and triggering an earthquake that made her composure crumble to dust. Her pussy squeezed him tight, struggling to milk his member as Ren continued to treat her to long, deep strokes that had her bubble butt jiggling and her ears pressed meekly against either side of her head. Her wits returned slowly as she came down from the clouds of her orgasmic high, and, better submitting herself to his will, she dropped her upper body to the ground so that her breasts ballooned outwards from either side of her and then bit down on her arm, steeling herself while her body tensed up from the thorough treatment that it was receiving.
Ren, hounded by his own feral instincts to the point where he almost felt more animal than man, relentlessly pounded away at her pussy, the vulgar and provocative sounds of his hips clapping against her ass defiling the natural tranquility of the oasis. His body was a towering monument of fur and muscle led by primal desire, while her body was an elegant and finely crafted example of Sin'dorei beauty, tiny in comparison, but lush and carrying with it a noble lineage that stretched back a thousand years or more. Civilized flirted with uncivilized, joining together in a passionate storm of emotion and lust that had each drowning in pleasure, each engrossed in the other's magnificence. A flame seemed to burn inside of her even as the ocean winds breezed past them, whistling like voyeurs at the two unusual lovers.
Face down with her lower end raised, Ren continued to beat a steady rhythm against her, fast and unyielding, his long tongue dangling as he panted. Though her body may not have been designed by nature with a worgen partner in mind, her ass, large and cushiony, was perfect for taking the full force of Ren's fervent attempts to breed her. His hips bounced against her cheeks, working her into a sweat that made her pale skin glisten and her mind reel with pleasure.
"Is that good?" he growled, voice rumbling like thunder and making her feel weak.
"Yes," she murmured, her voice a breathy whisper. "Oh, Light, yes."
He gave her ass a full-handed smack, timing it with a thrust and forcing a yelp out of her. She moaned needily this time, shoving her elven booty back against him in a silent plea for more. Naturally, he gave it to her as best as he was able, pumping her greedy pussy and imprinting his handprints upon her cheeks. Satisfied with that, he leaned forward and reciprocated her gesture from earlier in the day, caressing one of her pointy ears while he deepdicked her womanhood.
Seraphita mewled in response and pressed her head against his hand, falling from the thread she was dangling from as another series of thrusts delivered unto her another mind-blanking orgasm that had her body quaking and her pussy tightening. Ren ceased his thrusts, his hips pressed firmly against her behind and squashing the thick cheeks of her ass against his groin. His hand moved from her ear to stroke fondly at her beautiful blue hair, comforting and mindful of her overstimulated state of being. This did not go unnoticed, for she shot him a quick glance, grinning and gulping down air.
"You good?" he asked, straightening and pulling out of her.
Seraphita exhaled a final gale of air, sending a stray lock of hair flying, and then propped herself up on her forearms, lips still curved into an enticing smile. "You know I am," she replied confidently.
Ren smiled back, both his loins and his heart tingling as he eyed the busty elven firecracker. Briefly, he brought his snout to her femininity and lapped at her folds, savoring her juices and enjoying the way she pushed back against him. Following this, he rolled her over onto her back, easing her legs apart and settling between them. His body loomed over hers, once again blanketing her in his massive shadow. Behind him, the trees swayed in the breeze, and great lazy clouds floated above them. It was a beautiful day to make love under the sun.
"By the way," he rumbled, teasing his tip up and down her slit, "you didn't cast that protection spell of yours, did you?" The way he spoke indicated that he already knew the answer to his question.
"No. I... I don't need it." To be honest, she hadn't even thought about it. She simply didn't think it was necessary.
Her admission made his blood hot, and, nostrils flaring, he set out to do as his primal instinct commanded.
Leaning forward with his forearms against the ground for support, he entered her again, slowly, his tip spreading her petals and stretching her wide around his girth as he pushed into her. Her muscles tensed and she clamped down around him for a moment before relaxing, expelling hissing breaths of air as she was gradually stuffed full of a second helping of worgen meat. By this point in their relationship Ren knew that she could take everything he had to offer, and, soon enough, his pace quickened, his body a speedy, rippling bundle of fur and muscle as he mating pressed his little elf without mercy. Her pussy, fitted snugly around his tool and lubed up by both her juices and his saliva, accepted him easily, taking thrust after thrust of dick into her hot core and making her pant in open mouthed pleasure.
She watched with perverse fascination as Ren's hips slammed against her, each time filling her with nearly the entire length of his scarlet invader. The sight was captivating and the pleasure enthralling, but she tore her eyes away to look up at him, catching his eyes and staring up into them while she panted and squealed beneath him. The large, brown haired worgen that had forced his way into her heart was both inside of her and all around her, his humongous form blotting out the surrounding oasis and filling her world with nothing but him.
The beating of flesh on flesh and their combined moans were loud in the silence of the desert, and when Ren leaned down to claim her mouth with his tongue, she allowed him to do so, melting into him and wrapping her slim arms and legs around his body. His tongue pushed and danced against her own tongue, claiming her mouth while his muscular body hammered against her, pummeling her pussy with a series of deep thrusts that had her feeling like she was losing her mind in sweet, sexual rapture.
Seraphita held on tight to him, seeking comfort against him while she moaned and floundered her tongue against his. She felt overwhelmed, both holes under assault while her long ears, pressed neatly against her head, listened to the worgen's grunts and growls, and his balls, like little battering rams, smacking against the pale flesh of her upturned behind. Her own wanton moans and mewls, forced out of her so quickly they seemed as natural as breathing air, merged with her lover's voice in a lewd and vulgar symphony within the oasis.
The physical pleasures of the body mixed with the emotional satisfaction she felt from being so close and connected to this man whom she had somehow come to adore, and when his tongue finally left her mouth - whether it had been a minute, or even five, she could no longer tell - she had orgasmed twice more. A look of sublime satisfaction graced her beautiful features, and his tongue licked her cheek lovingly while his cock worked the tight confines of her elven pussy into a sopping mess. His knot, a tantalizing bulge that beat against her with one purpose, made her addled mind giddy with excitement. Vaguely, she could tell that Ren was drawing closer to an orgasm of his own, his grunts and groans becoming more and more like frustrated, animalistic growls.
His voice rumbled in her ears, exciting and oddly comforting while his hips continued to work like a piston, filling her over and over again with cock while his knot thumped against her like angry raps upon a door. His thrusts became more frantic and he now took to grinding himself against her, desperately trying to force himself all the way inside of her awaiting depths. Seraphita, happily at his mercy beneath him, held on tight to his body as she stared up at him, wild eyed and mouth drawn into an O from her constant moaning which came out more as distraught huffing and panting. Shining with sweat and with her luscious blue hair a disheveled mess, her chest heaved and her legs quivered, the anticipation of her lover knotting and finishing inside of her nearly driving her mad. In reality it took only a little more than a minute, but to the two of them it was an agonizing test of endurance.
Their patience was rewarded by a thrust like any other; his body crashed against hers, rocking the foundations of her core and slamming himself home. His manhood buried itself to the hilt, and then, with only the measliest of resistances, continued further, delving into her deepest depths and lodging the throbbing bulb of his knot inside of her pussy. Ren howled like the triumphant horns of a victorious army returning home, but his voice barely registered in Seraphita's long, elven ears. Her eyes shuttered and her consciousness seemed to escape from her body, floating off into a smothering blanket of nothingness as pleasure gripped her by the brain. She embraced it, her mind blank and her body shuddering in an exquisite orgasm that coincided with Ren's.
Gradually, the sound of Ren howling above her dragged her back down to earth. The weight of her limbs returned, along with her senses. Amazingly, she still clung to the worgen, slender arms and legs wrapped weakly around his body. She could feel his knot inside of her, growing into a bulbous lock that sealed her shut and bound them together. This sensation wasn't new to her but it nevertheless made her grin stupidly, enjoying the way it fought against her constricting walls. And while her orgasm abated, Ren wasn't quite finished: his balls hugged tightly at her upturned ass, working like a factory to produce potent batches of seed that he drained directly into the deepest depths of her quivering pussy. Virile and thick as cream, it sullied her defenseless womanhood, flowing into her like water rushing through a gully.
Finally, his howl dwindled to a low hum akin to a snarl, and he continued to gaze down at her, admiring her lush body as he drowned her insides with a raging ocean of cum. By this point there was no doubt in her befuddled mind that Ren was trying his best to breed her, and the very real possibility of his semen fertilizing her made her both nervous and excited. For over two-hundred years her womb had gone unclaimed, but now, thousands of miles from home and beneath her massive worgen lover, that might just change. The thought caused her to shiver with what felt like a less powerful, smaller orgasm, but she was so exhausted and lacking in energy that she could barely moan, her voice coming out as little more than a delightful murmur. Noticing this, Ren bent and licked her forehead, spurting the last of his seed within her depths in a final attempt to impregnate her. And if he wasn't successful this time, Seraphita was sure that he wouldn't be satisfied until her belly was fat with his half-human, half-elven children.
Plugged up and full of cock and cum, she dropped her arms perpendicular to either side of her body and relaxed her legs. "Light," she panted, "that was amazing."
"Always is," Ren agreed, sitting up straight and giving his arms a break. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, and, like her, he appeared happy and satisfied.
Golden eyes glowing bright as the sun above, Seraphita smiled an exhausted half-smile and nodded but otherwise said nothing. She lacked the energy. Stretching, she ran a hand through her tousled blue hair and yawned contentedly. This was not the end result she had expected from a simple picnic trip, but it was without a doubt the best picnic she'd ever attended. A welcome gust of air blew over them, treating the two lovers to a brief reprieve from the gentle heat. It would be at the very least ten minutes before Ren's knot diminished and allowed their uncoupling. In the meantime, she would need to regain some of her lost energy for the short trek back to Gadgetzan.
"Here."
Ren offered her the pitcher of juice that Claudia had left them. In all the excitement Sera had forgotten about it, but in this moment she felt a remarkable appreciation for the priestess and her foresightedness. What a lady, she thought, meeting Ren's eyes and taking the pitcher. And what a man.
On the overmorrow, after having said their goodbyes to Claudia, Seraphita and Ren boarded a medium sized traveling vessel called the Silver Hare. It was a neutral ship operated by goblins, and though she would have preferred to board the more graceful looking Sin'dorei ship docked next to it - the Sunspray - there was a small chance that its captain or crew would recognize her. Regardless, the Silver Hare wasn't so bad, in fact it was a step up in class compared to the ship they had traveled to Tanaris upon. Bags in hand, they crossed the wooden deck and were about to venture downstairs when Ren stopped, ears twitching.
"Ren?" Seraphita turned to him, arms straining from the weight of her luggage.
His eyes scanned across the ship, surveying the passengers and crew and lingering upon the tall figure of what he presumed to be a man cloaked in a dark robe leaning over the starboard side. Unfortunately, the mysterious man was facing away from them, making it impossible to discern his features.
"Someone else caught your eye?" she teased, but her voice carried with it a certain severity, and she channeled her gaze towards where he was looking.
"We may have some unwanted company," he growled, voice low so as not to be overheard by the other passengers.
The gravity of her situation crept back into her like an unwanted touch. Sure, the past few days had been pleasant, but she still had enemies who wanted her dead. It was possible that Ren was just being paranoid, but she trusted his judgment.
"Come on," she said, hefting her bags. "We can talk about it inside our cabin."
Begrudgingly, Ren turned to accompany her downstairs, saying nothing but feeling a pair of eyes on his back as he descended into the depths of the ship.
Continued in Chapter 5
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