Ren's hands hooked firmly around her, large enough to encompass a good portion of her hips and ass, and he held her in place while he abused her in the best way possible. Rough and dirty, drilling an orgasm out of her with long strokes that had her pussy quivering around his scarlet manhood, that pulse between her legs hitting its crescendo.
As she orgasmed, crying out in an ecstatic burst of sobs and gasps, he gifted her a few short thrusts and then stopped, rolling his hips against her and giving her thick behind a sharp slap. Seraphita was panting, her pussy rippling, dripping with her own juices and looking as beautiful a woman as ever existed. Leaning over, he licked up along her spine, making her shiver, and then turned his attention to her neck. She moaned in response to his warm kisses, and his hips began to move again, so slow and so tender. He savored the feeling of her wrapped snugly around him, at the contractions of her cunt trying to milk him, the taste of her neck, her demure open mouth panting for air.
His thrusts accelerated again and he sat up to gaze down at her, admiring the way her bubble butt jiggled as it collided with his hips, the way her little pussy pulled at the head of his member with every stroke. She moaned, and the meekness of her voice combined with the intense need in it made his blood run even hotter. His strokes became not only deep, but fierce, and she soon collapsed onto the bed, her face buried in her arms and her impressive ass raised, still bouncing against the worgen's groin while her pleasured whimpers serenaded his ears. He rode her hard, jostling the bed, his tongue dangling out of his mouth, and it didn't take very long for Seraphita to cry out in that long, shaky way she was prone to doing as she came on his dick again, body trembling and pussy spasming.
He stopped, his manhood hilted inside of her, his hands rubbing gently along her thighs, her behind, and then moving to stroke at her hair.
"Need a break, Sera?"
Seraphita surprised him by giggling.
"Light, no!" she huffed, and then rolled over onto her back.
With a grin, Ren settled in between her legs and covered her body with his own, his tongue joining hers in a kiss as he pushed back into her. His cock sheathed inside of her, tight and welcoming. He held himself there, his balls hugging her ass, and she groaned into his kiss, begging for more.
His strokes began anew, slower now, and between the aching tug between her legs and the tongue in her mouth, Seraphita struggled not to feel completely overwhelmed. Ren's fur was warm on her skin, his kisses deep and sensational, his thrusts so good her vision faltered. She resided within that flowery realm of pure bliss, created and maintained by this handsome beast of a man towering above her. He was sitting up now, admiring her form as he filled her over and over and over again, his keen eyes holding her in thrall. His cock shaped her, molded her around him, and the silky friction of their joining had both of their nerves teeming with an overabundance of pleasure.
"You feel amazing," Ren groaned, his voice a rumbling growl that made her clench up around him.
She could do nothing but smile.
As nice as the view of Seraphita's ass bouncing against his cock was, the view of her breasts wobbling and her face contorting into all forms of pleasure was just as good, if not better. She was so small, but she took him perfectly; every inch, every thrust, she reacted with an enchanting fluttering of her eyes, the arching of her back, a hand grasping at her neck where he had licked her, another hand tangling itself in her luscious blue hair. Ren fucked his little elf with her satisfaction in mind, calculating thrusts designed to make her lose control... until at last she did lose control, set off by the rubbing of his palm against her clit. Her golden eyes locked on his and grew wide, her mouth opening in a silent scream. Heat sluiced down through her body, coalescing and erupting within her slick furnace as another orgasm tore through her, mouth opening to cry his name.
Ren swallowed as he watched her, his cock buried to the hilt while her hungry pussy contracted and gushed. She looked beautiful, all flushed and laid out on the bed, sweat clinging to her body while her pretty cunt clung to his cock, and he continued to fuck himself into her until her muscles relaxed and her body went limp.
Pulling out, he bent to kiss her, his tongue sliding between her lips. It was a short kiss, and when he pulled away she was grinning even as she struggled to catch her breath.
"I want to ride you," she murmured, and it was his turn to grin.
He laid down, head propped up by pillows, eyes drinking in her lush elven figure as she straddled him. Seraphita was short and soft, a priestess with curves built for breeding, and as she lowered herself upon his jutting red tool he couldn't help but groan. She was sweet and magnificent but she was climbing onto his cock like she wouldn't survive without it. And somehow, someway, she found the means to sheathe her tiny pussy on the entirety of his member without him doing so much as lifting a finger. Worgen were not made for blood elves. It was too much, but even still, she wanted more.
And so did he.
Slowly, sensually, she began to move. Her hands splayed atop his chest for stability, his hair soft between her fingers, and then her hips were rocking and rolling. Gentle undulations that had her taking the majority of his member with each drag of her hips, every squeeze of her hungry cunt. She moaned sweetly, appearing remarkably cute for someone grinding her sex against a worgen's crotch, and from beneath her he couldn't help but huff an aroused breath of air.
"Just like that," he encouraged, reaching around with one hand and giving her ass a playful smack.
Seraphita whimpered and bit her lip, a little grin forming as she picked up the pace of her riding. The lackadaisical rolling of her pelvis turned into bouncing, and her quiet, almost shy breathing became less and less controlled as little moans drifted from her lips. She moved with a sort of fluid-like grace, those full, milky white breasts of hers jiggling ever so enticingly.
It took a tremendous amount of restraint for Ren not to take control, to grab her and pump her pussy as he saw fit, but he was more considerate than that. Seraphita wasn't on top very often, and on the whole she preferred to be writhing underneath him as he fucked her brains out, but every now and then she enjoyed the thrill of taking charge. The ability to take him at her own pace and watch as
he
writhed under
her
was an indulgence.
But Ren couldn't keep contained for much longer. Seraphita felt too good, and that basic elemental urge to knot her and claim her womb kept building and building with each bounce of her body and rocking of her hips.
"I'm going to cum soon, Sera," he groaned. "Get off me."
There was a wild look in his eyes that she recognized. A desperate yearning that he was putting aside for her sake. Because it wasn't just the desire for control that he was holding back, but that primal need to fill her with his seed. To breed her. And despite the recent worries she had been having in regards to her uncertain future, she couldn't help but respond to both his consideration for her, and her own instinctive drive. She wanted him, wanted to accept him, to take that leap of faith and feel their bond grow to even greater heights. An ache tugged and pulsed between her legs, but it mixed with a joyous fluttering within her stomach.
Her body fell, ass thumping against his thighs, and she leaned forward so that her breasts were pressing against his chest.
"You really want to cum inside me, don't you?" she breathed, voice quiet and husky.
"So much. More than anything," he said, sounding almost feral.
"Do it, then. Knot me. Give me every last drop of your seed. Right. Now."
Seraphita pressed her lips against his in a kiss that was loving, but almost pious, and then his hands were on her, squeezing at her ass, pushing against her slender back as he sat up so that their bodies were molded to one another. Ren gripped her hard, likely leaving claw marks on her butt, but their wasn't a single thought going through his mind other than fulfilling not only his wish, but hers as well. He was turned on beyond measure at the idea of cumming inside of her when she was most susceptible to his seed--when it would almost certainly lead to her becoming pregnant. Furthermore, she was practically
begging
for it.
His hips bucked into her, his muscles tensed, his balls ached, and she undulated against him, matching his jerky, pistoning movements. Her pussy contracted and that was it, no more waiting, no more holding it in.
Rumbling like thunder filled her ears, and she couldn't help but melt into him, the humming vibrations of his body against hers just the catalyst she needed to bring her to another, synchronous orgasm with her hairy hunk of a lover. She bit into his shoulder as his knot sank into her pussy, the red bulb expanding inside of her and stretching her even further, making her entire body tremble in delight as if it knew that finally,
finally,
after hundreds of years she would at last be a mother!
