Westfall Fever

This is a request featuring someone's worgen OC I have written about many times before alongside Sylvanas. This story takes place before all of those other stories.

***

Nick dragged his feet towards the bar and took a seat. The old worn out building didn't look like much, but as far as inns in Westfall were concerned it was just fine, perhaps better than average. It would certainly beat the outdoors... if only he had the money to pay for a room. The bartender waddled up to him then. He was a stout man with a tree trunk of a neck and a great big mustache that pointed upwards at both ends. The man seemed to move with cold, mechanical movements, like some sort of automaton doing as it was programmed.

He ordered a beer, and when he reached into his pouch to pay it was dreadfully light. Five silver coins for a damn beer. Nick glared at the bartender as he walked away, almost missing the wave of orange that rushed towards him and slapped him on the back.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite adventuring partner."

Nick turned to look into the familiar face of Myriel Appleblossom, a plucky blood elf with long wavy hair the color of pumpkin and a pale face dusted with freckles. She'd left Quel'thalas a few years ago to do her own thing and see the world, making ends meet by taking up various odd jobs and tasks supplemented with the occasional looting of bandits and lost temples. He'd partnered up with her in the past; she was good at killing and looting and after a long day of traveling and fighting she was pretty good at giving head, too. She was about as perfect a partner as you could ask for.

As far as her talents were concerned, he wasn't exactly sure what she was. Apparently she'd had a little bit of spellbreaker training, a bit of rogue training, and a bit of standard warrior training. She was a mixed bag, but reliable with a healthy libido that made her a real pleasure to work with.

"It's great to see you again, Myriel." He offered her a friendly smile, watching as she slid onto the seat next to him. She was wearing leather pants and a simple white shirt that curved around her bosom. There could be no doubt about those, her chest was hard to ignore even if you tried. Belted at her waist was a curved saber, etched with glyphs and carrying with it an emerald gleam just below its silver surface. An elven blade, intricate and expensive.

"It's been awhile," she said, and while her voice wasn't masculine, it wasn't daintily feminine either. It was strong, confident and lively. "Couldn't make it over in Redridge, Nick?"

"No. Too boring."

"Hah! I told you. Then again, this place isn't much better." She tucked a strand of bright orange hair behind one of her pointy ears. "It's not much fun adventuring in a place crawling with Defias and the landscape isn't exactly much to look at, either. There's only so many yellow fields and nasty carrion birds a girl can look at before she packs up and leaves."

"If you wanted pretty you never would have left Quel'thalas," he said, taking a sip of his drink.

"And if I wanted to be sassed I would have followed you into Redridge." Myriel grinned and reached for his drink, taking a long sip of it then winking at him. Strapped for cash as he was, part of Nick lamented that gulp of alcohol he wouldn't be getting, but he wasn't about to chastise a friend for it.

"Where you thinking of heading off to then?" he asked. "Stranglethorn?"

"Are you kidding? Do you know what that kind of humidity would do to my hair? I was thinking either Duskwood or the Arathi Highlands."

"Fine choices, though I'm not sure how receptive to blood elves the people of Duskwood are. They might burn you at the stake for being a red-haired, knife-eared witch."

"Yeah, yeah." They looked at each other for a moment and her eyes flashed in a way that he well remembered. She wanted something only he could give. "You got a room here?"

Nick diverted his eyes and instead gazed down at the carved up countertop. "No. I've been camping out in the wilderness."

"Why out there? The inn's nice enough, you don't have to worry about hard beds or being robbed in the middle of the night here."

"Let's just say I'm spending my money wisely right now."

She pursed her lips and nodded sagely. "I see. You're broke." Myriel grinned, making the freckles on her face wiggle. "That's all right, you can sleep in my room. I've missed your company anyways, if you catch my drift."

"Are you sure that's okay?"

She brought an index finger to her deliciously plump lips and pretended to think. "Well gosh, my mother and father are on the other side of the continent so I don't think they'll find out... You ain't got a wife now, have ya?"

"All right, all right." He stood up. "Lead the way."

***

Myriel lay between his legs, her head bobbing lazily in his lap and her fine lips caressing up and down his shaft. Transformed into a worgen as he was, his member was veiny and a deep crimson color, far too big for the elf to take in its entirety, but she engulfed a good three-quarters of it with every dive of her pretty head. She did it easily, utilizing past experience and working in her comfort zone, taking just enough not to gag and sputter, her eyes flickering back and forth between his tool and his appreciative face, wolf-like as it was.

Nick sighed and closed his eyes. It was nice to be in a proper bed in a proper inn like this, receiving good head from a good woman who knew what she was doing. He placed his hand gently on top of her orange locks, lightly guiding her, and after another ten minutes of her skilled dick sucking he was there. He blew his load in her mouth, her lips forming a seal around his pointed tip while she drained him dry, swallowing every last drop and then opening her mouth to show off to him. Other than her whitened tongue, there wasn't a single trace of his seed left.

Her mouth closed into a toothy grin. "Your jizz is more filling than the lousy steak they sell at this place."

"Does that mean I should start charging you?"

"

You

charge

me?

Who paid for this room again?"

"Consider it even then."

Myriel scoffed and rolled her eyes. She turned around and straddled him, offering him a nice view of her round backside. "We'll be even when you make me cum all over this wolf dick of yours."

She fell upon him with a long, drawn out "Mmm," and when her ass was flush against his lap and her pussy was plugged full of dick she began to roll her hips, leaning forward and grasping him by his furry legs for stability. She was just as tight as he remembered, with walls that gripped him like a force of nature as she began to bounce her ass against him, up and down, back and forth. Her motions were fluid and skilled; despite his large size she was accustomed to riding him. She had done it dozens of times before, and though the elf was a bit out of practice, she nevertheless fucked him like an expert, groaning throaty, husky groans and cursing every time an orgasm pulsed through her, making her cunt ripple around his shaft.

Nick appreciated Myriel's desire to do all of the work for him, but he wanted to cum his way, not hers. He gave her ass a slap and drew himself up off the bed, forcing her onto her hands and knees with his cock still buried inside of her. She didn't question the change in position, and seemed eager when he gathered her lustrous orange hair in one of his hands and pulled, riding her hard with his hips crashing against her booty. Her body was toned but her ass jiggled fiercely and the pain of having her hair pulled mixed with the pleasure of her pussy being slammed full of cock caused her to cry out in a delirious sob as she climaxed hard around his girth.

At any other time Nick would have likely dragged things out and gotten as much out of this encounter as possible, but right now he just wanted to unload and the little elf beneath him would be the perfect receptacle for his frustrations. He rolled her hair around his hand and pulled harder, gifting her pussy with long, hard strokes and beating her ass red with smacks of the hand. The wooden bed creaked dangerously and the dirty squelching sound of wet skin on wet skin and worgen dick in elf pussy was loud in Myriel's rented room. She was moaning and breathing like she was hyperventilating, her cunt quivering around his girth and her large breasts flailing like wild. His huge form battered against her body until with a single thrust his knot slipped inside of her.

Nick roared while Myriel whined, the two of them sharing a delightful and long needed climax together. And as he pumped his load into her fertile womb, his knot expanded to what felt like the size of an apple or larger, pushing against the walls of her abused pussy and locking her in place. When his cum had stopped flowing and her insides were a creamy, sloshy mess of worgen jizz, he sighed and let go of her hair. Weakly, she stretched her neck and then collapsed onto the bed, head on her arms and a smile on her face.

"Light, you have no idea how much I missed that."

"I know what you mean," he rumbled. Her ass was still in the air, held up by his embedded manhood. He gave it a squeeze, lightly caressing his claws over her cheeks and admiring the way the formidable redhead looked with her pussy completely stuffed full of cock. They made idle chit-chat for a handful of minutes, reminiscing and catching up. He told her again of his money troubles and this time she seemed to have an idea as to what he could do to remedy that problem.

"Say, I hear the Defias are recruiting. If you're looking for some guaranteed cash that's as sure a place as any to start looking... And I promise I won't think less of you for helping them."

"That's an idea," he said, and it was. If there wasn't anyone else in need of his skills he wouldn't exactly have much of a choice. "I'll think about it in the morning."

***

He took her again when they woke up, and during that time he decided to follow through with her suggestion. The Defias weren't exactly well liked, although they did have their share of supplicants, but money was money and he needed it badly.

"Thanks for the lay, big guy. It's hard to find good dick in Alliance territory." Myriel walked with him to the door, cinching a red cotton robe tight around her waist.

Nick laughed and stepped out into the hallway. "Maybe you should move to Stormwind then. Should be a lot more fish to snag over there."

"Maybe. I'll be staying here for a while longer though so come back when you're finished working. We've still got plenty of catching up to do." With a giggle, she opened her robe to flash him her fat tits and then slammed the door in his face.

The sun was at its zenith when he stepped out of the inn and into the sunlight. There were people mulling about and doing their business around town, but they ignored him as he retrieved his horse and climbed into the saddle. The Defias Brotherhood operated out of a little abandoned town nestled into the mountains called Moonbrook nearby. It's close proximity made travel between the two settlements easy, which no doubt helped with their recruitment.

He reached the outskirts of Moonbrook in about an hour. The land was sparse, the sky was a bright blue traversed by rolling clouds that cast their shadows onto the plains, and amongst the decrepit buildings of the old town he could make out dark shapes scuttling about like phantoms from afar. One of them was on its way towards him, riding on horseback and hailing him with waves of his arm.

"Greetings," the man called out to him when he was close. He was sun tanned with blonde hair and a slightly darker beard.

"Are you here to escort me inside?" Nick replied.

"Well, that depends on why you're here exactly."

"Looking for work, that's all. I've got so little on me it wouldn't even be worth the effort to get off that horse of yours and rob me."

The blonde Defias member looked him over as if judging that for himself, then nodded. "You don't have a sword on you?"

"Just a dagger."

"Hah. All right. Come on, I'll take you to the boss."

With a guide secured, he was led into the Defias town and towards an unassuming but slightly less run-down structure than all the other buildings. Dismounting, they secured their horses to a post and were allowed entry only after knocking and being given the OK by a female voice coming from inside. Nick went in first with his escort behind him.

"New recruit?" A woman with black hair that hung like curtains around her face and pale skin walked up to him and his unnamed associate. Nick wasn't exactly sure who she was, but he had a damn good idea. He'd heard of a worgen named General Ripsnarl or Captain Ripsnarl or something or other, and had expected to be questioned by either him or some rank and file mook, but standing before him was almost certainly Vanessa Vancleef. Yet more surprising was the fact that she was wearing what looked like a tabard that acted as some sort of loincloth, and even from the front he could tell that she had the goods to make it work.

"Yes, ma'am," the blonde man next to him said. "Says he's looking for work."

"Great." She eyed him quickly, as if she'd done this same exact process hundreds of times before, then gave a curt nod. "Looks promising. I'll take care of him, Jim, you can leave." Jim nodded and left, and then her full attention was directed at him. "Name's Vanessa, but I'm sure you know who I am already. If not, you're probably too stupid to work for us."

She was blunt. He liked that. "Vanessa Vancleef is it?"

"That's right. What are you good at..." Her voice trailed off into a question.

"Nick. And I'm good at fighting, mostly, but I can do stealth operations as well. Or just picking things up and setting things down. I'm not picky at the moment."

Vanessa laughed. "Stealth operations, huh? I'm not really looking for the clandestine type." He wasn't sure what she meant and was about to pose a question of his own when she waved her hand in a gesture to follow after her. "Come on, I'll show you around and we'll chat and see if you're worth hiring."

She gave him a speedy tour of the place, pointing out their training grounds, tavern, general store, barracks, and even a church. It was a decent hub for the Defias Brotherhood, and while not pretty, it did seem effectively utilitarian. To be honest though he didn't particularly care much for the details. While they walked and talked, he got a fine view of her ass undulating with every step she took and he concentrated on that instead of the tour. It was pale and shapely and barely covered by the strip of fabric that failed to conceal her cheeks, big enough on her small frame, with plenty of meat that jiggled as she moved, but tight enough not to be overabundant.

He could understand why Vanessa would want to show it off, she had every right to be proud of it. Even so, Nick had seen a lot of unusual outfits during his travels, but the female kingpin was an oddity of her own, if only due to the nature of her position as leader of a ragtag group of bandits and scoundrels. As both leader and a woman wearing such skimpy attire, she must have been a fairly capable person, both in her authority and in combat.

She stopped walking suddenly and with his eyes on her backside he nearly crashed into her. He corrected himself and looked up into a pretty face with a knowing smirk attached to it.

"Not interested in our facilities, Nick?" Vanessa strode past him and gestured for him to follow before he could answer, a sultry rhythm in her step now that better emphasized her ass. "Come along, I think I have something that may excite you back at my place."

He followed after her like a dog. If it was this easy to obey her commands he'd likely make a fine member of the Defias Brotherhood, at least until he found another line of work.

Once they were back at her place, she locked the door behind them and leaned against a desk. "Look, I'll be honest with you. We've got plenty of capable brigands and thieves. What I need is someone who can take care of my own personal needs.

Nick had an inkling as to where this was heading, but he still wasn't quite sure. "A servant?" he asked.

Vanessa tilted her head and scrunched her face up as if she wasn't quite sure. "Mmmm, close. No, I need a fuck buddy. Someone to eat me out like its their last meal and to fuck my brains out until I literally can't think."

"That's it?"

"Yeah." She paused and adjusted her hair. "Maybe fetch me a drink every now and then... but mostly just obliterating my pussy, you know?"

"Where do I sign up?"

Vanessa grinned. "You clean?"

"Yeah."

"Great, get rid of the pants so I can take a look at you."

Nick discarded his pants and his shirt, standing still as the sexy thief with the black hair and odd outfit looked him over. He was in human form still and wasn't quite as large as he otherwise would be as a worgen, but Vanessa's grin widened and she nodded her head approvingly. She reached beneath her sexy little tabard and hooked her thumbs around her panties, pulling them down and tossing them aside before sitting back on the table and opening her legs. The flimsy flap of her tabard settled between her pale thighs, but the naked promise of what was beneath made his pulse quicken.

"Come and fulfill your new duties," she purred.

Though he'd gotten his rocks off earlier in the day with Myriel, watching Vanessa teasing him with her ass for the past half hour had reignited his desire. He was on her in an instant, brushing aside fabric and burying his face between her legs. His tongue found her slit, his thumb found her clit, and then she was leaning back with one leg hung over his shoulder and moaning.

"Damn," she gasped. "This might actually be worth my time."

He got her nice and wet, rolling her throbbing nub, pinching it, drawing his tongue through her pretty pink folds and then diving into her with a splash of her juices. His lips pressed against her, her breathing quickened, her hips canted up into him and with a tremble and a gasp that melted into a sigh she hit her climax. He kept up his efforts, teasing at her clit with the very tip of his thumb, but she soon pushed him away and stood up.

"Let's take this upstairs," Vanessa said, and he followed after her as they ascended the steps, one hand cupping her ass and giving her a playful push. She giggled, in high spirits after her orgasm, and when they reached her bed they collapsed onto it, hands groping and exploring. Nick was completely naked, but she was not and they quickly remedied this, stripping her unusual attire off her lush body so that he could better service her. His mouth found her breasts, sucking and teething at her nipples, her back arching and her legs spreading for him to enter her.

With a hand grasping his shaft for guidance, he teased the head of his cock between her glistening slit and then pushed into her. Her pussy seized him and when he was hilted all the way to the root he withdrew, one hand moving to her slim waist and holding her in place as he thrust back into her. The slap of skin on skin echoed in the room and he added to it with more deep thrusts that had her groaning beneath him, her pussy quivering and her breath escaping in wild bursts. He established a steady rhythm, slow and controlled, her juices soaking his prick with each pleasurable stroke into her cunt. Vanessa was leaning back on her elbows, milky white tits jiggling, and though they weren't as large as Myriel's they were each a respectable handful. Her nipples shined with his saliva and her face was contorted in what looked like pain, but the ecstatic grin on her face told a different story.

"Fuck, that's good," she said. "I just hope you can last. I don't need to go back to work for another two hours."