It was early morning; the first rays of the sun were barely touching the dry moss of the hidden place on Teldrassil where Lucy was sleeping with an innocent smile on her face. It was an unusual place for a gnome to be, but Lucy WAS unusual. For a gnome she was slightly above average in height and had long black hair tied into a ponytail - on a first glimpse just another tiny gnome-girl. Yet she was lying here curled up far away from Stormwind (where most gnomes were living nowadays), wearing nothing but panties and she was not alone.
Since some weeks ago she had a deep passionate relationship with a night elf. She had hesitated a long time before she told her best friends about him, and as expected they had reacted quite reservedly beside some giggling about differences in size and what in their opinion would work - and for the most part - not work between them. However, she was quite pleased they didn't take it seriously enough to go into detail with questions, since some answers were difficult to explain. Taking a deep breath while still slumbering peacefully she turned around and cuddled up into Tharion's black silken fur - for Tharion was a druid and as usual lying next to her in the shape of a gorgeous panther.
Tharion was awake already for some time, keeping his gnome warm and caressed her softly with his right forepaw, breathing deeply and enjoying her sweet scent. In his feline shape their differences in size were not that huge anymore, but anyway he was one of those druids who changed into a night elf only rarely. Since the morning sun touching his fur woke him up he was watching his gnome with pleasure, and the longer he did the more often his brightly glowing eyes fixated on her cute little breasts and below. Purring deeply he stood up and laid her on her back with his forepaws gently enough to not wake her up. Seeing her lying there beneath him almost naked with her innocent smile and breathing slowly aroused him even more than usual. After a quick glimpse around if anybody was watching (which was quite unlikely since they were far away from the next town) he put a paw on her belly and, very carefully not to hurt her, slit the thin cloth of her panties into pieces with one of his razor-sharp claws. Lucy cringed shortly, muttered something but still didn't wake up yet.
Tharion panted and stared on her now revealed cute little pussy: soft skin with not a single hair, her inner lips hiding the tiny, tight hole he loved so much. Under his furry belly the tip of his feline cock was already very visible, glowing red and wet. Although as a feral druid his whole body was slightly smaller than those wild tigers' living on Teldrassil, one could assume that his fully-swollen cock would be way too huge for his little kitty - but they both knew better. Sure, its diameter was almost that of her gnomish forearm; yet like every cat's cock it had a small pointy tip which helped greatly working its way into small cunts. Furthermore after growing out of his furry sac it was already coated with pre-cum which provided great lubrication and although it didn't look that way - gnomish pussies were quite flexible.
With great caution he was climbing on top of Lucy panting with excitement. When Lucy eventually woke up she was already buried below her beloved cat, his forepaws holding her shoulders gently yet strongly in place and his hindpaws pushing her thighs to the sides.
"Tharion, what... hey!"
