Quest Reward Booty Bay Auction

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."

The goblin girl giggled behind her booth as Nick was led away. He looked back longingly, then focused on the bag Myriel was carrying. "Are you done yet?" he grumbled.

"No. Now come on."

Although she would undoubtedly make a killing later on once they'd returned to Silvermoon, right now her purse felt uncomfortably light. She still needed supplies for the return journey however, and as such needed to visit one more vendor.

Stopping at a merchant located on the outskirts of the marketplace and shaded by a couple of rickety buildings he'd tucked himself into, she purchased a number of potions, scrolls, and a single tinderbox. Withstanding the unsubtle ogling of the goblin merchant who seemed to be appraising her goods just as she appraised his wares, she had just finished paying when something extra caught her eye: an elegant gold collar of floral design studded with green gemstones. Perfect for an elf.

"How much?" she asked.

The goblin did not immediately respond. He was too engrossed in the way her linen shirt hugged her stacked chest, undoubtedly wondering whether they had been magically enhanced. "Hm? Oh." He glanced at the choker and rubbed his pointy chin. "Twenty-five gold."

She looked aghast. "For that little thing? For all I know the stones are fake."

"They're real," he said, his gaze once again returning to her breasts. "They are real, aren't they?"

Myriel's lip curled into a frown. "

Mine

are real, but I don't believe yours are. I'll give you five gold for it. I've seen similar chokers sell for about the same."

"Nope. I can't go that low," he said, but then his black eyes gleamed evilly. "Not unless you want to make up for the other twenty gold some other way."

Myriel looked at him suspiciously. She'd heard similar offers before and hadn't liked them then either. "And how do you suppose I do that?"

"Come now," he said with a grin, "your tits may be bigger than your head but I know you've got enough brains in there to figure it out."

Her lips tightened and her green felfire eyes flared like miniature torches. "You think I'd stoop so low as to debase myself with a runt like you?"

The goblin did not seem to mind the insult. No doubt he'd heard them all before. He shrugged. "Take it or leave it. Offer's on the table. Otherwise--" He tapped the wooden table. "Twenty-five gold."

"Some offer! You couldn't pay me to do so much as touch you. A creep like you isn't even worth a punch in the--"

An immense clawed hand wrapped gently about her waist, and she turned to see Nick beside her, eyeing the collar curiously. "Five gold you said?" he asked the goblin. His tone was steady and even, not at all threatening, but his overall attire, that is, his natural suit of fur and muscle, seemed to do the trick. The sharp teeth probably helped some, too.

"Twenty..." The merchant's voice trailed off as Nick rested a hand upon the table, drawing a groove into it with one of his claws. "Free!"

Nick's head tilted to the side, his furry ears twitching. "Twenty-free?"

"It's free, take it." The goblin smiled nervously. "After all, you've spent so much already. Go ahead."

"You're sure?" he asked, picking the collar up and dangling it from one of his bulky fingers.

"Yes, yes! I insist! Take it and go."

Nick handed the choker to Myriel, who stood watching the exchange with a huge grin on her face. Before they left, she stuck her nose up at the merchant and uttered a girlish

hmph

. Afterwards, they made their way along the boardwalk towards the inn they were rooming at. It was late evening now, and the sun had begun to make its exit.

"Thank you," she said, pulling him down to her level so she could stand on her toes and give him a peck on the muzzle. "I'd forgotten why exactly, but I knew I kept you around for a reason."

Nick grinned and returned the favor, surprising her by taking her in his arms and licking her neck, causing her to moan. A group of passersby looked at them oddly and hurried along. "We both know why you keep me around," he said, grabbing her ass and pushing her along so they were both walking again. "You might not be paying him, but you will be paying me."

Myriel grinned and bit her lip. "Well, it's only fair I suppose..."

***

Booty Bay was not a very nice city. It was neither clean nor well-maintained, and it tended to be a rather loud place due to pirates, workers, tourists, and the overall bombastic nature of the goblins who inhabited the bay. But, it was even louder today. Primarily because of one particular blood elf.

With a faceful of blanket and her ass raised high up into the air, Myriel simply could not help screaming her head off as Nick worked her over. The busty redhead wasn't shy. She didn't care who heard or who knew that she was getting fucked, she just wanted more. More cock. More of that fat canine prick claiming her pussy. If the entire port knew she was getting her booty plundered she didn't give a damn.

Hunched over her like an enormous cloak of inky black fur, Nick rutted into her as if he were nothing but a wild dog, enjoying the hot friction of that tight elven cunt wrapped around his fat cock. His grip was firm, his pace determined, the strong muscles beneath his fur rippling every time he moved. The strength of his thrusts were evident by the bouncing of the bed and the creaking of its joints, by Myriel's throaty cries and the harsh clapping of her ass cheeks. Out of necessity, he kept two firm hands on her little waist, preventing her from moving as he drilled in and out of her at breakneck speed, pumping her pussy to the discordant tune of Thalassian obscenities and wolfish snarls.

Myriel had gotten her collar alright. She was completely naked except for the bejeweled choker around her neck, and now she was paying for it one stroke at a time, inch after tantalizing inch. Stretched, dominated, pounded out, she paid him in full and loved every second of it, holding onto the sheets for dear life as the enormous form of her worgen lover rode her hard and stretched out her pussy with delightful expertise.

"Fuuck," she groaned, and when he smacked her ass, leaving the bright red print of his hands upon both of her wobbling cheeks, she snarled and clenched up around his plundering cock. That seemed to do the trick. A few more long strokes and her entire luscious body trembled in orgasm, her mouth opening in a sobbing wail that died down into a quiet moan.

After she had regained her wits, she ran a hand through her orange hair and said, "Is that enough to pay for the collar?"

Nick snorted and retracted his tool from her insides, leaving her pussy gaping. "You know it isn't." Patting her on the hip, he sat down and relaxed upon the bed, legs spread. "Get to work."

"Mmm... Alright."

Myriel settled between the great furry trunks that were his legs, an enamored look on her face as she grabbed his cock and held it up, displaying it in all of its animalistic glory. Long and thick, it dwarfed her freckled face, extending well above her brows. It seemed to glow due to its bright, pinkish-red color, a beautiful jewel of a cock radiating heat, magnificent in size and shape, suiting her tastes even more than the collar around her neck did. A network of veins only made it look even more intimidating, more appealing, and as she rubbed a reverent hand up and down its massive length, she felt the natural lubrication of Nick's wolfish cock as well as her own juices wettening her fingers.

With a preparatory lick of the lips and an unintentional twitch of the ears that gave away her excitement, she brought the oddly tapered tip to her mouth, kissing it with a moan and then lolling out her tongue, bathing his cock with a series of licks that ventured all across his shaft. The base, the middle, and of course the tip. She focused on the tip especially, greedily licking and suckling on it.

Everything from the taste of him to the weight of his shaft made her clit throb and her mind melt. Wicked and wanton, she moaned again and rubbed his manhood over her face, smearing her features with his essence, her hips wiggling without even thinking as she did so. The little slut's obsession couldn't be more obvious.

"Love this cock," she said, giving it a long lick from base to tip. Then, she slapped it against her tongue and devoured the first few inches, purring happily as she enjoyed the taste of him. Salivating a great deal, she worked his tip briefly before diving deeper, swallowing more and more of his absurd girth, her fine elven features gradually distorting as she filled her gullet up with a heaping helping of worgen dick.

"Such a good little elf," he praised, placing an oversized hand atop her head and gently easing her down further. Her ears wiggled, but she did not need much encouragement, and soon enough he removed his hand once she had gotten into the groove of things.

Slowly but deliberately she bobbed her head in his lap, taking him deep into her throat despite the fact that she was only reaching about halfway down his shaft. On occasion she would either delve deeper, thus distending her throat and the brand-new choker adorning it, or she would pull herself off almost completely so as to jerk him off with both hands whilst noisily suckling on the tip, slurping down pre-cum as she did so. Putting both hands and tongue to good use, she gave him a good reminder as to why he kept

her

around.