This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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The worgen hunter hunkered down low to the ground, his were-like form not something that could ever have been mistaken for a mere wolf, his back thickly furred with a ruff around his neck. His fur was a dark grey, though often mistaken for a blue hue in the right light, the roughness around his eyes begging at harsher times. Yet after being transformed into a worgen, well...just what did he think life was going to be like?
No... Life was never going to be easy for Sael in Azeroth, once a man but cursed into becoming a worgen. Some saw it as a blessing, some as a curse: to be honest, he solely saw it as "life". It was not a good world in which he lived, though the worgen had a plan, his faithful pet tiger crawling along beside him.
"Steady there, Fang..."
Not the most original name, though they said that hunters were like that. They could call their pets, the ones that worked with and hunted with them, whatever they liked, however, and no one else could have any say over that. Yet he had a quarry ahead of him, slumbering soundly with softly pouring rises and falls of breath, that would best even his faithful tiger, Fang.
He was so close, brushing aside the foliage to bear witness to her, on the ground, for the very first time. And, so, he would be the very first hunter to tame a dragon, now that her titan-given power had been sacrificed to stop Deathwing.
Rarely did Ysera, former Dragon Aspect of the Green Dragonflight, leave the Emerald Dream, but it was her moment of greatest vulnerability, as much power as she held. He trembled, peering through the bushes at the large green dragoness slumbering beneath the tree, though its large, overarching branches would not protect her where she was, regardless of how the dragoness may have enchanted the surrounding area.
He crept up on her, feeling his hunter's powers at his fingertips, claws digging into his hands. Yes, it was different than magic, but a sort of magic in itself, his breath catching, wanting to snuffle to take in even more scents than he already was. Wet grass tickled his bare paws as his tail stiffened, a predator sensing his quarry before him.
It was not Fang, however, that needed to hold steady as he approached, out in the open, the tiger guarding Sael's flank. The smallest wrong movement would render everything a moot point as he fought for his life, tail lifting as he released just a little of his musk -- what he had under his control. Worgen were, indeed, a musky species but did not spray like skunks (as much as humans said that they did), though they could exude a manner of their scent for mating and breeding purposes.
And it was exactly how he intended to draw her in, to lower her defences. Ysera's nostrils quivered, the purple underside of her neck hidden by how her neck was stretched out, though the light rustling of his passage did not alert her to his presence. Fang crouched, waiting on his command, for this was not a target that he was to attack. Not this time.
His powers to tame came easily to his fingertips, exerting his influence over Ysera as the dragon's nostrils twitched, taking in more and more of his musky scent, teasing into her system. Once she was under his control, there would be no going back, Sael clenching his jaws as he poured every ounce of energy he had into the taming.
Energy strung out between him and the dragoness, wrapping around her, but Ysera was not destined to remain asleep for longer, her head snapping up, a growl breaking her lips, birds scattering with strangled cries from the tree above her. Her huge body lumbered in an instant to its feet, shaking herself off, her steely gaze fixed on him, horns rising on either side of her head in such a way that they seemed to give her even more height.
"Who dares disturb me?"
She was not fearsome in her tone, though she spoke with the wisdom of the ages too -- something more that Sael wanted to take for himself. The worgen ground his jaws together until they ached, a muscle jumping at the corner, snarling through the taming as she struggled and thrashed -- or, at least, she tried to. All the dragon could do, while trapped in his taming and the lure of his musk, was shudder back and forth, her claws digging furiously into the ground, jaws parted.
"You! You dare try to tame me?"
Her fury was palatable and yet Sael could not break for even a moment to fight or to run, not even to speak. He had to keep going as she dragged up one foot after the other from the ground, though he'd gotten a head start on her. Wild creatures usually attacked when he was striving to tame them and time was absolute of the essence when it came to bringing them over to his side, letting them become the loyal faithful pets that they were always meant to be. An eagle swooped overhead, perhaps a druid or a pet, but he did not care, the dragoness approaching, snarling, eyes intent.
And yet...she slowed, snuffing at the air, allowing his taming power to envelope her further, forcing her down, a grunt breaking her lips.
"Agh... What...is...this?"
It was not a "control" that she was familiar with, not when it was being exerted over her, but she could not help it, not as his musk infiltrated her system, so thick, so musky, seeming to drag its way down into her lungs and stay there. It forced her to pause and that was a moment that Ysera could not afford as her head rolled weakly from one side to the other, losing her sense of being as her mind and her body, slowly but surely, were chained to another.
Sael growled, eyes wide, hardly able to believe that it had worked, though maybe that was the added dose of worgen musk that he had exuded. No one had ever tried (or at least not succeeded) to tame a dragon and he was the first, so who was to know that that was not truly the key to bringing another under his control? The dragon growled, though her will was broken, tied to him, her body relaxing, breath coming in slower, deeper gasps, sides moving more than should have been natural if she was, in fact, truly relaxed.
"You..." Her breath came raggedly, as if every gasp clawed at her chest. "That scent... What have you done to me?"
Horror laced her tone as she fought back, though the dragon under his influence could not even move a muscle when all Sael sent to her through their link was, stay still. It was not a big command, not much of a powerful one either, but it was enough to keep her where she was, allowing her body to recover from the furtive struggle, the ground torn up between the spot where she'd been sleeping and where she had managed to get too before being dragged to a halt.
He shivered. Everything could have gone so wrong so quickly...and yet he had succeeded!
"Well done, Fang," he said with a grin, laying a hand on the tiger's head. "You've done well... But you can rest now."
No longer in active service to his master, the tiger nodded and purred, butting his head against the worgen's thigh before retreating to a safe distance, settling down to lick his paws. He had no concerns about his status as a hunter's pet, though Ysera, on the other hand, was an intelligent being who snarled and fought back with every fibre of will in her being.
"You cannot do this to a Dragon Aspect!" She hissed, teeth clenched, though the rush of breath came with a hint of the last meal she'd eaten. "You fool, worgen... Your taming will never hold!"
Sael grinned and shook his head.
"That's where you're wrong... For there are other things that I can do to control you, so that I may become the most fearsome hunter in all the land. Breeding you repeatedly, of course, and putting my pups in your womb will only be a start."
The dragoness recoiled, but could do nothing more than that. She was too far locked under his spell, her flanks shuddering with breath, though even her tail was still. Her body was forced to keep breathing, that thick musk flowing into her system, infiltrating the part of her mind that could be induced to more rational decision making. Yet that was exactly the effect that Sael wanted to have over her as he waved his tail back and forth a little, encouraging his musk to spread in such a way that there was nothing at all that the dragon could do to escape it.
"You will be mine, Ysera," he said softly, more boldly closing the distance between them as he caressed her face. "You will never again want for anything while I provide for you. But you will bear my offspring, again and again, a tamed pet for all to see."
"They'll know who I am," Ysera hissed, eyes smouldering. "You will not get away with this worgen, by the might of the Dragonflight and my teeth... You will pay."
"Then I'll have to keep you tamed forever, won't I, if you're going to go around making threats like that?"
Sael grinned and licked his lips, loosening the belt that held up his loose pants, though he was not wearing any heavy armour at the time. That had not been the point of slyly creeping up on Ysera to bring her into his fold, though the dragoness may have had a lot to teach him, like she had taught the druids, if he had asked her rather than enslaving her. That was by the by, however, as he stepped out of his trousers, the loose fabric pooling on the ground.
One change that he'd had to get used to, as a worgen, had been having a sheath instead of just a cock, though a worgen dick slipped easily enough from it as he folded the soft, velvety fold of flesh. The fur that covered was softer and silkier than the rest of his body, allowing his length to push easily from his sheath as he grunted thickly, need rising.
"Bred and taken..." He moaned, taunting her, the dragoness trapped and pinned to the ground. "Filled with pups over and over again. How does that sound as an existence to you, Ysera?"
He was cocky, too cocky, yet the hunter was in such a position where he could afford to be cocky, considering that he had her under his control. He boldly rubbed his hardening shaft, which was tapered to a wolf-like point, against the side of her muzzle, adding another marking dose of musk and pre-cum, which was even more potent than what could be exuded from what was under his tail.
