A request featuring Nick, a worgen I've written about many times before, and a blood elf named Myriel who first appeared in my other story
Westfall Fever
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Nothing could rival the incredible views of Silvermoon.
Not, per se, the ancient architecture of ivory and crystal, or the clear skies and ever-pleasant sun, or even the glory of the Sunwell whose energies were always present no matter where you were within Quel'thalas. No, rather than cultural or scenic views, Nick preferred the more earthly views offered up by the Sin'dorei women.
"Ohh Light, that's good. Keep it up you giant mutt."
Myriel Appleblossom was one such woman. An adventurer like himself, she'd been a talented and reliable partner in the past, both in bed and outside of it. Despite her frequent travels and extensive periods of time spent in the sun, she had pale skin, and her long hair, styled with gentle waves that mimicked an orange ocean beneath a setting sun, served well as a singular handlebar for him to use as he pounded her brains out and made her think of nothing but the Gilnean meat stuffing her ass.
Thoroughly enjoying himself, he smacked her ass with his free hand, mindful not to scratch her with his claws. She groaned pitifully and clenched up tight around him, causing him to growl in appreciation.
The two of them were inside of her apartment located within a tall building on the westmost side of Silvermoon City. The room smelled of feminine scents, of mana thistle, peacebloom and some sort of perfume, but now also of sex. Heady and hot, they'd been going at it for some time now. Myriel, positioned appropriately on her hands and knees, groped desperately at the purple bed sheets, back forcefully arched from the pressure on her hair, the round cheeks of her ass, generously dusted with the same freckles that decorated her pretty face, jiggling every time Nick's furry hips slammed into her comparatively tiny frame.
"
Adiel belore
," she wailed. "That's it, just like that."
Of all the elves he'd ever bedded, Myriel ranked as one of the finest. She was fairly short but exceptionally athletic, a beautiful and highly competent woman. Given her previous employment as a city guard, she'd undergone a myriad of physical combat training programs, including with that of the spellbreakers and even a rogue trainer. As such she kept in great shape, her slender body boasting toned muscles that were entirely feminine in the way they highlighted her figure, as well as a healthy layer of fat about her hips and thighs that made her stand out from most other elves who preferred to remain rather dainty.
But she was still an elf. Strong for a blood elf woman, but very small in comparison to him. And more importantly, the little minx had an incredible sex drive. He'd figured this out very quickly after first meeting her years prior. He'd also figured out very quickly how much she enjoyed taking his knot.
Right now he was apparently hitting it just right, for her voice quivered and her slender body trembled in his grasp. Her muscles strained, the tight ring of her ass squeezed his cock, and her voice resounded breathlessly within the dimly lit room, illuminated only by a small green crystal and a window shuttered by semi-translucent drapes. He did not take it easy on her, nor would she have wanted him to. After their many romps together he knew just how much she enjoyed getting her holes beaten into submission.
"Oh!" she squealed, and he smacked her ass again, remembering the way she would tease him while they were working, her in her tight leather leggings and him trying to stave off an erection. He could only find it fitting to thoroughly punish the naughty elf while he had the chance.
So, he fucked into her with steady, balls-deep strokes, the bulge of his knot slapping relentlessly against her tight elven behind, threatening entry. Her large breasts, perhaps more prominent a feature than even her bright, pumpkin-colored hair, swung beneath her back, their great mass visible even from his vantage point above her.
Letting out a gust of hot air through his snout, he let go of her orange tresses and settled into a smooth pace with his claws at her hips, watching her asshole stretch wide around his thick crimson girth, inhuman in both shape and in its ability to make her cum. Fast but not so fast that he couldn't pick up the pace if need be, he enjoyed her gradual unraveling and the pleasing contractions squeezing at his cock. Enjoyed, too, her frequent moans and the rhythmic thumping of their bodies colliding.
At times he'd been asked by other travelers or adventurers why someone such as he, being as large and animal-like as he was, not to mention Alliance affiliated, would want a small elf from the Horde as a partner when carrying out various tasks and bounties. Their ignorance nearly made him chuckle, and at such times he could only shake his head. Clearly they were lacking in imagination. Clearly they'd never been with an elf before.
His clawed thumbs idly kneaded at Myriel's ass cheeks while he dug into her with long strokes. This was a damn good reason. A partner obsessed with gold and getting knotted made for a partner that was both reliable and enjoyable.
This line of thinking brought his attention elsewhere, towards something Myriel had mentioned on the way over to her place.
"What was that about Booty Bay?" he asked. Despite his question, his pace didn't falter. He was controlled, his large furry hands clutching at her hips, holding her still and making her own shapely booty ripple every time his body slapped against her.
"There's an auction... unh... beginning next week. I think we can make a profit reselling..." Her voice faltered. Very briefly there was only the sound of flesh on flesh, of her asshole yielding to rock-hard cock, then her body trembled, her pointed ears twitched, and she moaned in orgasm, the satisfaction she felt evident by her quivering body. Afterwards, she picked up where she'd left off, voice husky. "I'd like for you to accompany me."
"You need a bodyguard?"
"No," she groaned. "Well, actually yes. Moreover, I obviously can't let you out of my sight."
Nick slowed his thrusts as he realized her implication. "Oh, please."
"Don't 'Oh, please' me!" she snapped, propping herself up. "You knocked up my cousins!"
That, he thought with a grin, was not an event he'd soon forget. Certain sexual proclivities seemed to run in the Appleblossom family, as he'd found out when they'd made their interest in worgen known. Myriel's cousins were not as busty as she was, but their lithe elven bodies certainly were prime breeding material. "So? They took contraceptive potions, didn't they? What's the big deal?"
Myriel ignored him. "And my aunt! She's practically a million years old, and a priestess on top of that. I don't know how you did it but... No, you absolutely cannot be trusted."
Likely due to the sheer oddity of what he was, Myriel's two cousins had taken an immediate interest in him. They were eager, to say the least, and he'd bedded them the day after their introduction. Their mother, Myriel's aunt, had, despite what one might expect, not been so difficult to seduce either. Like her daughters, she had taken a clear interest in him as well. More skeptical and less open, yes, but nevertheless there. A fairly insincere confrontation over his relationship with her daughters had ended very well for him, and her, within her room atop a creaky bed that had not been made to withstand the sexual onslaught of a worgen. Then again, Myriel's aunt had not been made to withstand it either, but both held up in the end.
"I don't recall you complaining very much during that little family orgy we had," he said. "The four of you worked nicely together. I'd even say that you're naturals."
"I work with what I'm given, but I'd prefer to keep you to myself." Myriel sighed and ran a hand through her mussed-up hair. Gradually, she began to slowly rock her hips and throw her ass back against him. "You know they constantly ask about you? Mmn... Light, they're annoying."
He growled a laugh but didn't say anything. She wanted to rant, he wanted to fuck.
"So?" she asked. "Will you come with me? I promise the both of us can make a profit reselling the goods we buy."
"Yeah, yeah," he said. Then, a thought came to him. "You know, I don't think you've ever introduced me to your mother."
"And I don't plan to," she said coldly.
"Any more aunts?"
Myriel uttered an annoyed sound and flicked her hair conclusively over one shoulder. "Shut up and fuck me."
Shutting up, he fucked her until the only sounds she made were loud, uncontrolled, and dripping with pleasure. When they were finally finished she lay unconscious on her stomach beneath him, her small elven body, pale, busty and covered in sweat, blanketed by the enormity of his furry form as he rested on top of her, his knot secure inside of her ass and her bowels thoroughly coated with seed.
***
Stranglethorn Vale did not suit Myriel any more than the humid jungles of Feralas or the freezing cold of Icecrown. The humidity was hell on her hair and she was in a perpetual sweat, assuaged only by a handheld fan she used to keep herself cool. The air in the little port city smelled of salt and fish and horrible green goblins who seemed apt to test every invention under the sun except for that of a bathtub full of water. But right now this did not concern her. Right now, after an immensely fruitful auction, she had in her possession what she'd traveled here for: artifacts and oddities of questionable origin and attainment, unquestionable however, in their value within the domestic markets of Silvermoon and Orgrimmar.
While open to both the Horde and the Alliance, the auctions of Booty Bay nevertheless tended to fill less seats and induce less competition amongst bidders than auctions back home. Even more fortunate for her, a cyclone had formed out at sea, obliterating a number of ships and barring the way for many others. A horrible tragedy. Just ghastly. But, it had served her well, at least. Who knows who aboard those ships might have bid against her?
As she perused the local vendors, purchasing a number of baubles and trinkets for herself, Nick stood beside her, huge and hairy, panting not over the heat, but rather over a tiny goblin girl who was stacked in all of the right places. She was a vendor herself, although not selling anything of particular interest, and of a rather dark deportment given her skimpy black clothing and sleek ebony hair. The way she openly flirted with Nick indicated either her interest in him, or her interest in his coin.
"Will you come on?" Myriel said, pulling him away by the arm. "Stop flirting and help me out here, you're supposed to be looking intimidating for me."
