Quinton's Recovery, a warcraft fanfic

WARNING: Adult Content - Read at your own risk. 18+

His golden piercing eyes, defined by their piercing luster, began to open as Quinton released a low and pained groan from his midnight black muzzle, remembering a nasty confrontation with a pack of tainted wolves on the outskirts of Felwood. Leave it to a party of wolves to injure the physical form and the pride of the Worgen; in his mind being a far superior predator in comparison to a few silly beasts. His sight momentarily a blur, he began to feel the soft material of a bed underneath him, mixed with a developing yet moderate pain in his arms, legs, and torso.

Sporting a defined masculine form, as is expected of many male Worgen, Quinton possesses a powerful figure coated in a layer of fur as black as charcoal, allowing him to hide in the depths of night with ease. Reaching seven feet tall when standing straight, a stance Quinton is accustomed to unlike many of his kin, would give the male Worgen a predatory, dominant presence were he not lying on his back, recovering from a lack of consciousness. Quinton gazed down at himself while his vision returned to him, his fur marked with scratches and cuts from the previous encounter, leaving him sore and reminding him of the roughhousing from his childhood.

Considering what the Worgen can remember of the encounter, whether it was the night before remains a mystery to him, he is surprised the pain is quite so moderate. As the Worgen's vision returns to him fully, he witnesses a sudden cold feeling against his right padded foot, causing his leg to twitch momentarily. Quinton looks down towards the sensation, and his eyes widen in surprise at what his recovering vision managed to miss.

Standing at the foot of the bed with a wet cloth in hand, softly patting the wounded foot of the Worgen is a night elf woman. Possessing soft skin, gently tinted purple in nature, with hair of a deep hunter green reaching down to her waist, the night elf gazes 'up' towards the bestial man with her Kaldorei white glowing eyes, a gentle smile appears on her lips, "You're awake, I was curious when the spells would take effect."

Quinton, staying quiet for the moment, admires the tattoo free nature of the night elf, before gazing lower upon her form. The elf possesses a beautiful and feminine figure, well gifted in nature for her kind. Perhaps not as irresistibly curvy as many consider a Blood elf or a Draenei to be, due to the slightly more toned nature of the Kaldorei, but more than enough eye candy nonetheless. The gifted and large breasts of the elf, easily able to fill a humans D cup bra, hang in view for Quinton to admire due to her lent over position while tending his foot. The view of the elves modesty was not left fully covered either, her feminine mounds held up by a top consisting of vines wrapped around her shoulders, and large rotund leaves holding her breasts aloft, not unlike that of a dryad.

Quinton's mind drifted as he admired the night elf, wondering how perky and shapely her breasts are without her plant based garments holding them up, "Erhm, mm…. Hello…" Is all the Worgen could release for the moment, his usual silver tongue turned to lead at the sudden situation he seems to have found himself in.

Gazing lower he found the elf to possess a small, round waist, one he could effortlessly wrap both of his claws around entirely, adorned with a hint of toned muscle on her belly. Accenting the small waist of the elf are her hips, rounded in nature and fit for child bearing in contrast to her waist, providing her with an alluring shape fit for adequate breeding and strong health, while not possessing the figure of a doll. Adorning her hips are more vines of a similar nature to her top, wrapping around the elf and attaching to a simple woven fabric between her legs, showing its purpose as the elves lower wear, if unusual for most elven people to be out in such attire.

The night elf continued to watch Quinton, as she lifted the cloth off of his foot and set it on a small wooden table near the foot of the bed, "You can call me Shanra. Shanra Lightmoon. I found you wounded while on my route, thus, I brought you here." Shanra provides a gentle smile to the Worgen, as she begins to rub his ankle, her hands mingling in with the midnight tinted fur.

Quinton coming more to his senses, clearing his throat quietly and speaking after tearing his eyes off of the elves form to meet her eyes, "Thank you, Shanra… It is very embarrassing to end up like this…" The Worgen glancing away momentarily.

The elf giggles quietly, "It appears as though you were attacked by many beasts… perhaps marks of a canine nature, there is no need to be embarrassed when so outnumbered. I would like you to travel more carefully though…" Shanra's hand resting on his ankle begins to glow a soft green hue, as she glides her hand up to a nasty cut on his foot. The Worgen twitches for a moment in pain, before releasing a soft sigh as the wound begins to heal at a much faster rate. In but a few moments, the injury was reduced to nothing but a small scratch, making the elf smile and release his foot from her grasp.

"I have been taking my time mending you… you were rather injured. I only imagine you survived because of your tough hide…" The elf smiles as she slowly lays a hand once again on the muscled form of the Worgen, instead landing on his thigh. Shanra's hand slides up and down the powerful appendage, fingers gently gripping the fur occasionally, eliciting a soft comforted growl from the bestial man.

"Rgh, I hoped to not have been seen in this kind of state, but you have shown me a lot of kindness." Quinton spoke with a small smile, before finding his golden yellow eyes boring into the female, taking in the view of her form, drinking the elf in and attempting to burn her imagery into his mind. What a beautiful figure nearly standing over him, and it has been a while since his last encounter with a woman like her. Injuries be damned, if he had the opportunity, he would take it. All of the provocative thoughts running through his mind as Quinton admired the woman seemed to catch up with the Worgen, as his shorts, worn and tattered from the fight, began to tent out slightly for the beautiful elf to see.

Shanra looked downwards towards the canine's shorts and chuckled quietly, her hand continuing to rub his digitigrade leg, fingers mixing in with the soft fluffy fur. "Mmm…. I would say you are healing well, no?" Shanra remarks, before sliding her hand near his hips, her other hand following suit on the opposite side, causing the elf to lean over the form of the Worgen increasingly due to his large build. Quinton admired as her breasts stayed relatively pressed to her thanks to the leafy garments, despite her leaning over his figure.

Before Quinton can remark, she begins to lower his shorts slowly, watching as each strand of fur fluffs outwards when it's released from the confines of the material. The somewhat dumbfounded Worgen stares at the alluring woman before her as his shorts are lowered, wondering if it was through luck or other means that the elf seems to desire him. Some of his confidence begins to return as the civilized beasts shorts are pulled lower, his still mostly sheathed canine manhood becoming exposed to the air, revealing a bright ruby red tip to the gaze of the night elf. "You work faster than you heal…" The Worgen remarks slyly, his nerve returning to him.

Shanra looks up at the worgen and grins, glowing eyes full of confidence, "Maybe… but I have made it my duty to ensure you are healed, and fit to return to your home." The elf remarks, but Quinton suspects such a response is only half the story. Her eyes drop back down to the nearly sheathed canine cock of the Worgen, drinking in the sight before her. Lowering his shorts more, the night elf reveals a large pair of furry balls, gifted in size and comparable to lemons, hanging between the digitigrade legs of the beast.

"Praise Elune, mmm, I have not seen such a gift in a long time…" Shanra locks eyes with the Worgen as she removes his shorts completely, tossing them aside and out of reach. Laying her hands on his thighs, she parts Quinton's legs only a little, allowing herself the room to lie on her belly in front of the bestial cock of the Worgen. With such close proximity to the ruby red shaft and potent hanging orbs, she inhales and releases it as a sigh, taking in the feral scent of the man lying before her. "I have missed this~. After rescuing your kind from the Forsaken and sharing our home, many of us Kaldorei became infatuated with the irresistible and unique properties of such a bright… red… manhood." The elves last few words exit her lips like sugared honey

After many more moments of admiring the Worgen, the elf speaks once more, "We cannot let you return home like this, can we…. ~?" Shanra remarks with a sly grin, one hand sliding underneath the captivating orbs, cupping them in her hands, allowing her to nearly feel the potent canine seed churning around inside, begging for release at any moment. Her other hand caresses near the shaft, her fingers wrapping around the furry sheath and rubbing his cock through it, eliciting a groan of pleasure from the Worgen.

Quinton, watching all of this unfold, relaxes into the mattress and lets the elf work, his canine member sliding out from its sheath one inch at a time, blood pumping straight into the bright red shaft. "How large will you grow I wonder?" The elven woman says in a sultry voice, leaning in close as she rubs the Worgen's sheath, causing the canine cock to grow alongside her cheek and leaving a slight smear of pre against her purple skin.

Shanra gently squeezes the large virile balls of the worgen, eliciting a soft growl from him as the canines manhood continued to throb to life, reaching six inches in length, and a little over half of its total size. The night elf moaned in delight as he continued to grow further, turning her head only a fraction to lay soft kisses along the length of the shaft, while her hand rubbing his sheath moves to wrap her fingers around the canine member itself. With more to hold onto, the elf begins to pump her hand up and down his manhood, the slick pre generated from the Worgen enough to lubricate her hand as she strokes him.

"It isn't exactly fair, leaving yourself hidden, Shanra…" The Worgen grins down at the elf while she strokes his large growing cock. She responds with a soft kiss to his shaft and says, "No, I suppose it isn't." In a provocative tone. The elf releases Quinton's ruby red cock, allowing Shanra's hand to reach behind herself, releasing the vines of her top and causing it to fall onto the Worgen's lap, the large breasts of the elf now fully exposed to the eyes of the predatory male, capped with small nipples and defined dark purple areola. The beautiful woman gently tosses away her top, now out of reach alongside the bestial man's shorts.

"Is this better for you to admire?" The night elf giggles, as she slides her hands underneath her breasts and bounces them gently in the gaze of the Worgen, causing him to growl with approval, "If you get to admire me, I better see those perky breasts of yours." Quinton remarks as the topless night elf presses her form against his growing bestial cock, the large member sitting comfortably between her gifted breasts. "If you enjoyed my hand as much as it seemed, how about this…?" Shanra remarks, laying her hands underneath her breasts, before beginning to glide them up and down along his cock. Eliciting another groan of pleasure from the Worgen, his head leaning back against the pillow.

Far too much time has passed since the Worgen had been given a tit-job, and he was not about to allow Shanra to stop now, a low growl of pleasure leaving his muzzle while the elf slides her breasts up and down his canine shaft. Shanra, grinning at the noises leaving the Worgen, pursues further, the elf leaning her head over the top of his cock with her naturally painted lips only an inch above his manhood. In another moment, the beautiful woman brings her head down, naturally painted lips parting around the tip of his ruby red shaft, wrapping the tip of the appendage in natural warmth.

Quinton sighs and admires the elven woman; nearly twelve inches of his cock now available to the elf as the ruby shaft stands at full readiness. Shanra's soft plush lips lower down further onto the Worgen's cock, enveloping the first three inches of his shaft in a thin layer of saliva while the remainder is attended too by her breasts. With a pattern in mind, and a moan eliciting her lips, the lust driven elf bobs her head up and down the first three inches of his shaft. Her breasts taking care of the rest, the elf begins to suck on his cock in tandem with her pleasing movements. Quiet slurping sounds can be discerned emanating from the elf while she favors his shaft with enthusiasm, further encouraging the elf to offer herself increasingly more to the Worgen in time.

"Rrggh, you are incessant, Shanra…" Quinton growls quietly as his piercing yellow eyes feast on the eye candy before him, the ever strengthening gaze of the Worgen causing the elf to shudder, submission slowly attempting to take hold of her form and weaken her confidence. The elf rests her tongue underneath the ruby red shaft, acting as a pillow for the appendage to rest on while her head rocks up and down, providing the elf with his powerful and musky taste. Too long has passed since the night elf had tasted the unmistakable nature of a Worgen man, his potent taste and scent assailing the slender woman, encouraging her further.

Shanra's breathing becomes heavier as she continues to suck on the tip of the canine shaft, breasts bouncing up and down along his length, before the ever increasing warmth in her core dictates she act further. The slender elf releases her breasts, letting the perky figures rest naturally on her chest once again. Developing an ever growing desire to infatuate herself with the Worgen, the elf lowers her head further down onto his cock, four five, six inches of his length passing her lips, eliciting a sultry moan around the canine shaft. A slender hand once again cups the large orbs, seed churning around within them begging to be released, pleading to fill any waiting female worthy of the beast's attention.

How long it has been since Shanra last left herself marked by a Worgen's essence, her own panties of a makeshift nature becoming soaked due to her free roaming mind and the ever increasing intensity of the Worgen's influence on her. The elf lowered herself further onto the bestial cock of the Worgen; seven, eight inches passing her lips, causing her to gag on reflex. It is at this point she once again bobs her head up and down the increasingly slick cock of the Worgen, saliva coating its surface to provide lubrication

Quinton knew that he did not need to take any action yet, that with time the lithe night elf would be overwhelmed and beg for his attention. With this in the Worgen's mind, he simply grinned and watched as Shanra sucked on his red cock, occasionally releasing soft groans out his muzzle while he remains relaxed and savors the attention. All the Worgen required was to be patient, and bide his time until he would no doubt be inseminating her, leaving her filled with pups. This, Quinton knew for a fact. Unlike many Worgen, patience is a virtue he possesses in spades, and will most certainly use it to his advantage.

The more Shanra sucked the bestial red cock of the Worgen, the further she desired it. The faster she moved her head, the more swiftly she wished to pleasure him. The elf stopped momentarily to lower her head further down onto his cock, pushing ten inches past her lips and causing her lips to kiss against a large red knot at the base of his canine member. The lithe elf gags lewdly with an intruder this large filling her mouth and her throat, but it only encourages the increasingly overwhelmed elf further. She lifts her head up, sliding her lips up his shaft to the tapered canine tip, heavy streaks of spit lining the large cock as her body is forced to produce more fluids against the intruder in her throat.

Shanra wastes little time dropping her head down on his cock again, bobbing her head at a fervent pace, the elves head thrumming with blissful pleasure like a potent drug due to the nature of the Worgen stripping her inhibitions. Moans force their way from the elf repeatedly, spit bubbling up past her lips, drooling down the sides of the ruby red cock as her pace increases. From the very tip of his manhood down to the knot she moves her head, ensuring nothing is left untouched aside from the knot. Spit developing and pushing downwards against the bulbous mass, clear fluids dripping around it and wetting the charcoal black fur of the worgen behind it.

Shanra's hand, still holding the potent and virile orbs of the Worgen, softly rub and squeeze them in her hold, eliciting a pleased growl from the civilized wolf. The elves desire grew, her panties further soaking themselves as her mind is assaulted, worn down into a more primal breeding state. Spit caused by the night elves obsessive ministrations drips further down, reaching the large balls of the Worgen, causing her hand to begin rubbing the fluid into the short subtle fur covering his lemon sized orbs.

He could sense it… the all too familiar building in his loins, the heavy reservoir of cum in his balls churning quicker as his muscles try to tense. Soon, Quinton would cum down her little purple throat, and hopefully not a drop would be spilled. A low quiet growl leaves his muzzle while his muscles continue to tense, his ruby red cock twitching in the elves throat. The elf, acknowledging the pulsing sensation in her throat, whimpers and slides her lips off of his cock, the thick spit stringing to her, connecting the tapered tip of the canine manhood to her plush purple lips momentarily before snapping one by one, dripping back onto the Worgens shaft. "Please…. Cum… I beg you…!" The night elf moans aloud to Quinton, before pushing her head back down onto his shaft, swallowing all but his knot. The elf however, unable to push her lips around the thick base, brings to use her otherwise idle second hand, wrapping the soft digits firmly around his knot and squeezing with determination.

This sent Quinton over the edge, a tight grip around his knot and a wet, soft throat to release into being all that was required for him. His rippling powerful muscles locked up, a loud feral growl leaving his lips as his cum filled balls tensed in the elves hand, the potent viscous fluid rising up in great force meant to breed almost any female, before erupting into Shanra's throat. The powerful, heavy and thick ropes of cum slammed into the back of the elves throat, causing her to gag immediately. The night elf, determined and obsessed with the bestial man, kept her lips wrapped around him, heady and addicting ropes of cum releasing straight down her throat, flooding her stomach and expelling warmth throughout her core.

Shanra, attempting to keep herself together, moans around the canine cock of the Worgen with every pulse of his shaft and rope of seed down her throat, furthering her addiction to the civilized beast. The volume of virile seed is nearly too much for the elf to handle, finding her small mouth slowly filling with any amount of seed that does not manage to release straight down her throat, coating her tongue and finding any vacant space to occupy. After a few more moments, the sheer volume of the Worgen's potency causes a slight roundness in the otherwise fit and lean belly of the elf, assuredly a couple quarts of seed filling the elves small frame and dispersing addicting warmth to her form.

The filled night elf senses the virile balls of the Worgen lighten somewhat as his deluge begins to slow down, smaller ropes ejaculating down her throat with each passing moment. Quinton's otherwise tense muscles begin to relax as his orgasm subsides, his potent release reducing down to a flow. The slow yet steady flow of the Worgen's seed in the remaining few moments of his orgasm proves too much for the elves small capacity behind her lips, seed which had built up overwhelming her. Shanra gags, her lips parting from the canine cock in a small but sudden cough, providing enough room for the pressure behind her lips to release. The remainder of the Worgen's potent seed spills from the elves lips, covering the stark red knot of the Worgen in a pearly white coat, sinking into his fur underneath.

"Rrgghh.." Quinton growled in a relaxed manner, admiring the elf that seems to have found herself addicted to his presence. "You've done well for me, little elf." He grins, piercing yellow eyes drinking in the sight of the night elf filled with his manhood.

Shanra moans softly against his red cock, before slowly lifting her head up, his entire shaft behind her lips appearing clean with a sheen of saliva as the elf collects every drop of seed along the length while she moves. After a moment, she frees herself from the Worgen's length, eliciting a quick gasp and a deep breath. Her breathing pattern is relatively fast as her eyes meet his momentarily, elven mind overcome with submission and desire for the worgen. Not a word the elf needs to say, as she moves up onto her knees in front of the worgen, and then lays onto her back, legs splayed and feet flat on the bed surface.

Quinton grinned at the elves display, patience having paid off in spades as his eyes drank in her form once more. Lying on her back, the perky yet large breasts of the elf stand firm on her chest, rising and falling with each breath she takes. Her otherwise firm belly slightly rounded from the volume of seed occupying her stomach, providing her with the appearance of an early pregnancy. Such a sight made the Worgen's cock twitch, because he understood the intention in her eyes as the elf gazed silently at him. The elf would become very familiar with a form as that, after he impregnates her with a litter of pups.

He admired her legs, long and shapely now that they are fully in his view. Hips, curvy and round, ideal for child bearing, yet not incredibly rotund like a Draenei's hips may be. His gaze then looking between the legs of the elf, soaked, dripping panties appear in view for the Worgen. Now only to see his prize, the Worgen thought. Quinton reached out with one of his clawed hands, sitting up as he does. In one swift motion, he rips the makeshift style panties off of the legs of the waiting, obsessed elf, eliciting a sudden moan from her as the purple woman is left entirely exposed. A beautiful, small and soaked purple pussy, perfectly smooth in nature, draws the golden eyes of the bestial man, causing him to grin at his prize.

"You will bear my pups well, Shanra~" The Worgen remarks as he sits up further, beginning to crawl over her form, ruby red cock dangling between his legs with pearly white seed drooling from the tapered tip of his shaft as he moves to claim his reward. These words seemed to excite Shanra as she whimpers desperately, bright Kaldorei eyes no longer able to meet his gaze out of submission to the civilized beast. "Breed me…" Shanra moans weakly. Quinton crawls over her, shadowing the elves form with his impressive size and mass, while the elf feels his soft fur brushing against her bare skin. Due to the Worgen's impressive size, Shanra finds herself gazing upon his chest when he finalizes his place overtop her.

Reaching down and gripping one hip with a large clawed hand, Quinton holds up the lower half of the elves body with ease, propping the woman high for his canine manhood. Shanra did not need to wait long however, as she senses the incredible heat of his tapered cock press against her small pussy, the elves breath quickening its pace. In one powerful motion, Quinton thrusts forward, burying all available ten inches of his red canine cock into her waiting form with ease, the elves dripping pussy giving him a slick entry, knot pressing firmly against her but not entering. Shanra tenses immediately, body locking up as she screams in pleasure, sensing his length filling all available space except her cervix. He needn't even thrust to please the obsessed elf, every beat of the Worgen's heart causing his canine cock to throb, transferring an addicting warmth into her core, and pleasure from every pulse.

This sensation is almost too much for the elf to bear as she moans from this alone, unprepared for Quinton to pull his hips back and thrust home into her waiting pussy once again, making the beautiful woman scream in bliss. The civilized beast growls in pleasure, wasting no time with repeated thrusts, causing the elves body to rock underneath him with each motion. The sheer size of the Worgen's cock stuffing the tight and small pussy of the night elf forces a bulge to form in her lower belly with each movement of Quinton's hips, masked further up the elves frame due to her gently bulging belly full of seed.

An audible smacking sound is heard as the Worgen's knot smacks against her small pussy with every thrust, following a satisfying shlick with each motion. Shanra could hardly think….. head filled with pheromones, mind thrumming with a constant never ending need, overtaking every fiber of her being and requiring her to accomplish one task… be inseminated by the powerful male dominating her. Oh how she missed the earlier days, when night elves would offer themselves to their newfound allies, quenching their relentless thirst temporarily. It was the only solution to tame the powerful men at the time! None such things mattered now with the dominant, intoxicating bestial man pounding his large ruby red cock into her with reckless abandon, the elf having everything she wished for.

Shanra hardly needed to think…. Quinton would take care of such things. All she needs to do is let her powerful feral mate use her, breed her, fulfill her role as a breeding bitch and begin her new purpose... bearing pups. The only task his submissive elf could accomplish as the Worgen pounded into her, is grip the soft fur of his underbelly, holding tight while every thrust of his hips rocks her body against the bed. However… watching her belly swell with each passing day as her pups grew… yes… Shanra could dream about this. Such ideas are the limits of what she could manage to concentrate on without her mind slipping away under the bestial man's assault, her moans growing louder while she fantasizes underneath his form.

The night elf wets herself increasingly, feminine cum flowing down her buxom shape and dripping onto the bed, sheets absorbing the fluids. Shanra has no cares in regards to being treated like a feral animal, a feral bitch in heat. If, no… when, the powerful virile beast knocks her up, the elf will depart any prior duties to serve him! Even if it only means developing and raising his pups while he finds more females to inseminate, leading her to fantasize about Quinton's return and his large red cock each night. It will be perfect for her!

The dominant male thrust his hips with increasing abandon, eliciting a sudden squeal from the elf as a very sensitive sensation rolls over her breedable form. Shanra begins to feel the Worgen's tapered canine tip kissing against her cervix, forcing pressure against the sensitive tissue with every thrust. Even her fantasies become harder to imagine as every thrust presses against such a sensitive location, however, the elf would wish it no other way. The sensation of her powerful, dominant lover pressing the tip of his cock against her cervix, without the knot! This tells her primal desires exactly what they wish to hear, knowing that when the powerful male knots the addicted woman, his shaft will penetrate her womb, flooding it directly with virile seed to guarantee her future!

The added sensation slowly chips away at Shanra's thoughts, her fantasies becoming harder and harder to grasp with every thrust, every kiss against her cervix further confirming her fate. Wanting nothing more, the lithe form of the elf tenses as her bodily sensations overwhelm the remainder of her mind, flushing out her final thoughts while her pussy clenches down upon the Worgen's canine manhood. A response such as this causes Quinton to growl pleasingly due to the increased effort it requires him to continue thrusting. Following a deep breath, the night elf screams while her remaining thoughts are whited out in orgasm, feminine juices squirting forcefully from her abused entrance, soaking her and the furry thighs of her Worgen male.

Quinton chose not to slow his pace, overwhelming the beautiful woman further with his continued assault while she soaks his manhood and virile orbs in her essence, inevitably dripping to further make a continued mess on the night elf below him. Shanra's teetering mind and child bearing form leaves plenty for the Worgen to admire as he breeds her relentlessly, finding he will not have the opportunity to prolong his own release for long, and why would he want too? The elf would beg him for the honor of receiving his thick, potent seed, if she possessed the ability to do anything but scream currently.

After an unknown amount of time in the heat of breeding, the elves orgasm begins to die down, the white-out behind her eyes fading, her screams diminishing somewhat. She could never truly stop screaming altogether however, with the Worgen breeding her to his utmost extent. No longer could the elves mind linger and fantasize during the breeding either, all thoughts except one temporarily eliminated, being bred. Shanra released her grip on the Worgen's fur, letting her arms fall limp above her head, fully exposing and consigning herself to the fate she has always desired since the Worgen were rescued by the night elves.

The civilized beast chuckled upon seeing the arms of the elf fall limp above her head, his eyes glittering with amusement from seeing a sight like this. "Little elf has nothing more to say or do~" He teases lightly, "Except to be a vessel for my seed." The mindless screams of the elf fill the room, assisted by the loud slapping sounds of every feral thrust rutting into the submissive elf. With the force of each thrust hammering into the lithe woman, the bed creaks under such an assault, perky elven breasts fit for filling with milk bouncing slightly with each motion the Worgen made.

As much as Quinton loved watching her helpless and desperate form underneath him with every thrust, he could not hold his orgasm back any longer. A low, guttural growl slowly built in the Worgen's throat, deep at first and rising in intensity as his knot swelled at the base, desperate to tie itself to a waiting female. His breathing rose, deeper and quicker, the powerful ripping muscles of the Worgen tensing as he gripped the bed sheets with his supportive hand, tearing holes in the fabric down to the mattress immediately. With one final and astonishingly powerful thrust, Quinton pushes his inflated knot against the small pussy of the elf, finding resistance momentarily before the large intruder sinks into her petite elven entrance with a quiet pop, the large canine base lightly bulging the elves taught belly just above her clitoris.

Shanra squeals in overwhelming bliss at the sudden intrusion, bright eyes rolling into her head, legs opening wider on instinct alone as the overwhelming sensation from the tapered tip of a gifted canine cock purposefully forces its way past her cervix and deep into her womb, sealing the only exit around the ruby shaft of the dominant beast firmly.

Quinton's virile lemon sized orbs churn and tense, tying to the waiting woman now complete, the last requirement his instincts demand to breed left fulfilled. In only another moment, the flood gates are released. Quinton's growls changing to a loud, powerful howl, filling the air with his presence as a torrent of seed begins to flood directly into the waiting womb of the night elf, the sheer volume and intensity of his release audible to the Worgen's keen ears through the elves lithe frame. Each pulse of the Worgen's heart causes his manhood to throb inside the woman, every throb releasing copious volumes of seed one after another with seemingly no end.

For Shanra's smaller frame, it only required three powerful, potent pulses of the assertive males seed to fill her womb completely, leaving her screams of bliss devolving into whimpers of ecstasy as the elves womb is forced to take the building pressure from a dozen, and still increasing, waves of cum, expanding to accommodate for the Worgen's virility. Thankfully for the Worgen whose role it is to breed willing females; the advanced design of his manhood, in his own thoughts, is far superior than most other races, having been perfectly designed to enter and seal a females cervix from any seed attempting to retreat. If that were to fail, then the virility of the Worgen would not be wasted yet as his knot assuredly guarantees any potent cum would never reach past that final barrier.

The weakened elf whimpers, her legs twitching as a deluge of seed continues to fill her fertile core, expanding the elves womb further, not only enhancing her addiction to Worgen, but preparing her womb to occupy an entire litter of pups. How else could a small elven woman possess a chance to fill her belly with an entire litter, if her womb was not first expanded with his seed? As Shanra sensed the ever building warmth and weight in her core growing in intensity, she felt her belly beginning to expand once more, not due to her stomach as before, but from the females bloating womb being prepared by the Worgen's deluge of seed.

After a time, the Quinton's howling finally begins to die down, along with the torrent of seed being released into the fertile elves depths. The civilized beast senses the weightlessness of his balls, having drained his entire potency into Shanra, leaving him to sigh in pleasure and content after his howling ends fully. Gazing down upon the elf below him, her glowing Kaldorei eyes nearly rolled up into her head, breathing ragged and shallow. He admires the shapeliness of his new female, belly swelled with seed to an equivalent of a seven month pregnancy, confirming his successful breeding.

It is one story to have some one-off excitement, akin to a blowjob or perhaps burying his length into the ass of a woman for a night, but for a full breeding… in Quinton's own thoughts, is not a task he takes lightly. A task he will always ensure without a shadow of a doubt is seen to completion every time. Hilting his length into the desperate pussy of a female ignites his instincts in a fashion no other sexual act would, leading him away from the pleasure of the act and more towards its ultimate purpose.

As Shanra lie underneath him, breathing ragged, and mind overwhelmed from the sensation of their act, body limp against the bed, Quinton knew he would have to visit Shanra again in the future… perhaps when her belly was swelled with pups. After all, the elf needs to sate her overwhelming addiction for Worgen somehow, and who's to say he wouldn't inseminate her with even more litters? The thoughts going through his mind bring Quinton great pleasure, his ruby red manhood throbbing once in Shanra's willing form, thoughts he will most certainly need to fulfill.