This is a request featuring a worgen OC by the name of Nick who I have written extensively about before (primarily with Sylvanas).
Archdruid Lilliandra is based on the in-game WoW character of the same name.
Alexstrasza is based on her HOTS model.
All dragons depicted in humanoid forms.
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Dragonblight was furiously cold and frighteningly desolate. There was so much snow that it seemed as if the entire world had drained of color, and the long stretch of road ahead of him and his nature-inclined traveling partners was, at most times, difficult or downright impossible to make out.
The job of escorting a handful of druids from the Grizzly Hills to Ysera's enclave had seemed like an easy task initially, and for the most part it was, but the dull monotony of riding through this wasteland for hours at a time took its toll on his sanity if nothing else. Conversation was almost exclusively limited to talks of animals and plants and natural sciences and things he didn't think were a damn bit interesting, but the druids prattled on like background noise, and he quickly learned to blur them out of his mind. They became far more tolerable after that, like the idle chatter of insects or birds.
They were a group of researchers and as such most of them weren't suitable for combat, but they knew how to ride and brew cold resistance potions that even the horses took in their water. It made riding from point A to point B a bit more tolerable, but only just. All of them were night elves. There were five in total and he didn't know any of their names except the man who'd hired him--a tall orange-bearded fellow with an autumn forest of hair along his broad arms named Malvor--and one of the two female elves who was exceptionally talented as a healer.
He'd gotten a nasty nick on the thigh defending them from scourge skeletons who'd been hiding in a snowdrift, and Lilliandra had taken care of him immediately. Whatever druidic healing magic she used was new to him, but it stung less than other forms of healing magic did at times and made him feel good as new and a little heated between the legs.
After they'd set up camp that evening she came to check in on him and his wound and ended up staying the night in his tent. They'd flirted a bit before but this was the first time they'd gone beyond that. Lilliandra was a pretty thing that took her naturalistic leanings perhaps a bit too far: she had green leaf tattoos over her eyes, green lipstick, and a thick verdant robe that curved around her impressive bust. Her long green hair was braided like a vine slung over her shoulder, and he made good use of that braid every night when he rode her from behind. Besides the promise of a nice pouch of gold coins once they reached their destination, Lilliandra was the only thing he liked about this trip. She was good at healing and good in bed, and the extra warmth was nice to have while sleeping.
It was two nights ago that she'd healed him, and today was today. They'd be reaching their destination soon and then his mission would be complete. No more conversations about bug larva. No more night elf archdruid with plump green lips deepthroating his cock before bed. All good things had to come to an end eventually.
"I figure we've got about two hours left before we reach the Emerald Dragonshrine," Malvor said. The bulky elf was riding along beside him to his left, with Lilliandra clopping along at his right. Like Lilliandra, Malvor was also an archdruid, with the rest of the elves being neophytes. Nick wasn't exactly sure what the specific purpose of their trip was or what they'd be studying, but he'd heard tales of druids getting stuck in various animal forms and figured it might have something to do with that. Being a worgen, he could relate to this, but at the same time he couldn't fathom willingly transforming into something like a seal or a treant as druids sometimes did.
"I'm almost sad our journey is reaching its end," Lilliandra said, and there was a near imperceptible humor in both her voice and the way she looked at him.
Nick glanced at her and felt his cock shift in his trousers. As much as he was going to miss knotting her and feeling her body pressed against his at night, he was still happy that their journey would soon be over, and with it his quest.
He didn't tell her that, of course, and they arrived in what felt like no time at all.
***
They reached their destination ahead of schedule, thirty minutes earlier than the time estimated by Malvor. Nick received his payment from the druids and, since he had to stay the night anyway, a promise by Lilliandra to visit him before bed.
The Emerald Dragonshrine was unlike anything else within Dragonblight. It was lush, it was fertile, and it was no colder here than it was within Elwynn Forest. The Queen of Dreams had transformed--or perhaps preserved?--her own little paradise, an idyllic bubble of green trees and blossoming flowers of all sorts of varihued colors. Compared to the frozen wasteland that stretched for miles and miles beyond, staying within the bounds of Ysera's domain was like a vacation. And perhaps staying for a while wasn't such a bad idea, but he'd have to give that some more thought later on.
Lilliandra kept her promise, sneaking into his tent just as dusk began to dominate the sky. Her robe hit the floor and then she was all over him, hands working at his pants and freeing his member. She devoured it and sucked him off like she needed him for nourishment, her bright eyes, framed by her leafy face markings, gazing up at him while she gulped him down. The elf bobbed her head in his lap with great skill and bathed his balls in saliva, but as good as her mouth was, he wanted more than that. She was likely a thousand years old or more but her pussy was tight as could be, and there was no better use for his cock than sinking deep into her core.
When he transformed into a worgen her eyes lit up even brighter, and he imagined druids were likely into worgen and tauren and maybe weirder things than those, but it didn't matter. Lilliandra took him all the way and wasn't afraid to let her pleasure be known. She groaned and shouted and threw her ass back against his furry groin as he humped away at her from behind, slamming her tight cunt and pulling her hair until her braid had come undone and his knot slipped inside of her.
He bathed her womb with cum without regard for the potential consequences, but he didn't care and for whatever reason the archdruid didn't either. They fell asleep like this, still connected at the waist, but when he woke up she was gone, no doubt doing something related to her druidic studies.
Nick had a good chunk of change now but not much to use it on at a dragon shrine in the middle of nowhere, and to be honest he wasn't feeling up to taking the long, cold, and potentially dangerous journey back to the Grizzly Hills or the Howling Fjord just yet. He wasn't sure how long he'd be welcome where he was, but the idea of staying in what was essentially paradise was a lot more appealing now that he'd had a good night's sleep.
Dressing and leaving his tent, he avoided the group of druids practicing magic and wandered around until he discovered a pond surrounded by low hanging trees. The water was warm, and he bathed for a good half hour, letting the water peel back the sleep still clouding his mind before standing up and moving to get dressed. He only made it a few steps before abruptly stopping.
A green-haired elf look-alike with horns and purple skin sat perched atop a stone, legs crossed and hands folded in her lap. Her eyes were closed as if asleep, yet she tracked his every movement, and when a bird took flight above them her head turned to look at it. He'd never seen the Emerald Queen before, but there was no doubt that this wasn't an eccentric druid or another dragon in humanoid form. This was Ysera, leader of the Emerald Dragonflight.
Nick took another step forward and reached for his shirt. Ysera's head turned away from the bird and settled back upon him, her face utterly impassive.
She said nothing, so he decided to take the initiative. "How long have you been watching me?"
Her head tilted sideways in thought. A gust of wind soughed through the trees overhead, and a bristly yellow caterpillar crept to the other side of the rock she was seated upon. "A while," she finally answered.
"Why? Do you want me to leave?"
After another moment of thought, she replied, "No. Not yet." Ysera's movements were lazy and her words slow as if she were only half awake. "I saw you in your dreams."
"You saw me... in
