Eraana's Worgen Encounter, a warcraft fanfic

WARNING: Adult content, read at your own risk. 18+

Rain was falling heavily on the Scarlet Raven Tavern that night in Darkshire. With the threat of Defias, tainted wildlife, and corrupted worgen long since defeated, it has become a more friendly tavern to visit in recent years. Eraana, a beautiful and young Draenei for her own years, sat at the bar with a pint of ale in front of her which was currently half empty. She was a paladin of the Light, clad in silvered platemail armor from her shoulders down, leaving no point of weakness on her form. However, the shapeliness of her form could not be completely deterred by the bulkiness of her armor. Even from a distance, the clear silhouette of her shapely hips are apparent to the eye, along with the round and full shape of her bust, presenting her with a defined and attractive hourglass frame not even steel can hide.

A long slender tail waves softly behind her, nearly reaching the ground from her seated position. Serving only to draw more attention to her form in this more civilized age where its need for dexterity is less prominent. Her face is slender and fit, adorned by soft, plush, light blue lips always crested in the tiniest of smiles, with eyes as blue as the brightest eastern oceans, vibrant in their natural Draenei radiance. Silvered hair, tinted with the slightest shade of light blue adorns her head, brushed neatly back and reaching past her shoulders, whilst a few stray strands occupy the front of her face, framing her eyes within them.

Two horns protruded from the top of her head as many Draenei have, curving sharply backwards and seeming to follow the contour of her head, providing only an inch between her horns and her silvered hair. To her left, the taverns fireplace roared, radiating light and warmth into the otherwise cold tavern in this season, landing a soft golden glow on the cheek of the Draenei.

Eraana sipped her drink slowly, the soft clinking of her chainmail, expressed by her movements, drowned out by the quiet yet noticeable chatter of an occupied inn behind her. She took in a breath through her nose, before a soft sigh left her lips as she reveled in the smell of fresh bread, and fire-roasted boar emanating from the kitchen. Eraana took yet another sip of her ale, glancing over to her right as she does, before she gazed upon a large set of yellow eyes which were boring straight into her.

After a moment of surprise, she studied this figure who was gazing so intently at her. Moving her attention from the bright golden eyes, framed by a large midnight black furred snout, she saw a powerful, voluminous figure sitting at a bench with an ale in hand, held by a large hand adorned with claws keen enough to rend flesh from bone. A worgen man to be certain, with fur as dark as charcoal and a figure of muscle and strength. Easily seven feet tall if standing, and enough size to put her in shadow, should he stand beside her. He wore a simple yet worn leather tunic with many buttons down the center, effective but perhaps unnecessary for his apparent strength and resilience. At his hips is a pair of worn leather shorts, lightly tattered and frayed where it meets his knees.

She gazed lower, past his strong digitigrade legs to his feet; large padded paws twice the size of a normal humans foot, with claws shorter than those occupying his hands, meant more for traction than slicing. The worgen continued to keep his gaze upon her as she looked ahead to the bar, before with a creak of the wooden bench, and the soft sound of his padded feet pressing to the wooden floor, he approached Eraana. She did not look back to him, and simply gazed ahead as he approached, and sat down in the seat beside her, setting his ale on the bar. Even for a Draenei, his form seemed to tower over hers, while a sense of strength radiated from him she had not encountered in many males.

The worgen peered over at her before he spoke, his voice deep and throaty, "A lot of time has passed since I have seen a Draenei enter this inn. What brings you to Duskwood?"

Eraana had another sip of her ale, setting it down on the bar as she looks over at the large worgen, "A period of rest, you could say. Some time away from all the excitement, where I can enjoy some time to myself without orders." Her smile widens fractionally.

The worgen exhaled a, "Hmmm…." before he picks up his pint of ale and drinks down what remains of it, , "Then you are certainly alone… good." He seemed to grin as he gazes at her.

Eraana giggled quietly at the words of the worgen, before turning to him slightly, "And why would such a fact about me be positive for you?"

The worgen did not answer, and simply continued to grin as he distracted himself with his now empty drink. Eraana felt her heart rate pick up slightly in his silence, but simply sighed with a slight smile, "Light… keep your secrets then. Will you at least give me the privilege of your name?" the Draenei said in a soft playful tone.

The worgen lowered his drink, and after a few moments of silence, during which he seemed to almost inspect the shapely Draenei with his golden eyes, "Quinton. And yours?"

"Eraana." The Draenei replied, her pulse increasing slowly as she feels the worgen bore his gaze into her, as though attempting to see straight through her armor to what lies beneath it. A slight aroma began to afflict her nose, one pleasant and developing in intensity, as if slowly approaching a field of flowers. This scent however was no floral fragrance, but one of a male Worgens smell. After a moment of thought, she realized it to be emanating from him, as it seemed to provide him with an even greater sense of strength, and perhaps as well, protection.

The curved Draenei was aware of what this aroma was attempting on her, striving to soften her inhibitions, lower her guard enough for the male to make an increasingly bold move. To allow her to feel safe in his arms, so she will jump into them and be at his mercy. Eraana took in a steady breath as she recalled the previous lovers she had laid with, knowing that none of them had been a worgen, and certainly not one of his size and stature. The thrill of it however, seemed to please her. The ability to try something new and exciting, and perhaps find a new standard for what she finds adequate.

Eraana found her lovers primarily being human, Draenei, and one blood elf on a very strange night. She truly did not know whether her expectations would lead her astray or not, having no experience in worgen anatomy. How different were they in the end?

She was pulled from her thoughts upon hearing the voice of the worgen Quinton again, having been distracted staring at him for quite some time, "You do not talk much, do you, Eraana?" A seemingly amused grin on his furred features.

The Draenei cleared her throat softly, looking the opposite direction from the worgen, towards the roaring fire, "Light… Forgive me; I was lost in thought…" She paused for a moment before continuing to speak, "What of me brings such interest to you?" The Draenei knew how some gazed upon her, knew the extent of her beauty, but she wished to hear it from the worgen.

After a moment she felt a clawed hand rest on her armored thigh, as she looked back towards the worgen, he spoke, "It has been a while since I've seen a creature with as much to offer as you, Eraana… and perhaps I can offer just as much back." The Worgens hand on her thigh caused her heart rate to increase further, and her breathing to rise as his aroma became ever more potent in her nose.

Eraana knew of her beauty, many humans would consider her a dream. To most male Draenei, she is simply above average, but to hear these words from a Worgen is new to her. Despite her attempting to pace herself, the undoubted assault on her senses caused a slight wetness in the silk panties of the Draenei.

At this point, Quinton was able to sense her arousal, and that he had acquired his mark. All he needed to do was finish the kill, so-to-speak. The worgen squeezed her thigh and spoke in a soft growl, "I always keep a room purchased upstairs… would you mind accompanying me there, darling?"

Despite the worgen asking it as a question, Eraana knew better by the tone of his voice and his posture. It was not a question; it was a command, and an ultimatum she should not refuse lightly. She knew Quinton had her in his grasp, and could be so bold as to order her around without risk of turning the scales against him. The Draenei looked over to meet the eyes of the worgen, her dark blue lips barely parted as she speaks, "I hope there is enough room for two…"

Quinton growled approvingly at the Draenei's remark, before taking her hand in his, standing up from his seat and leading her towards the stairs to the second floor of the inn. Eraana followed closely beside him, feeling his rather soft and warm fur brush against her armor as she walked. She wondered what it would feel like to snuggle up against such fur without all the armor… such a wonder she will have revealed soon enough.

For the short time they walked upstairs, her senses seemed to tunnel, unable to hear anything else other than the soft padded steps of his own feet, the louder clops of her hooves, the clinking of her chainmail and the soft noise Quinton's leather attire seemed to emanate against his thick fur. Before she realized it, the couple had made it to the door leading into his room, which he promptly opened for the Draenei with a grin on his features.

Eraana glances at him and the door before stepping on inside, releasing his hand to do so, while the worgen admired a clear and steady sway in her hips as she walked, having been unable to notice before. Quinton admired her with a lust filled gaze while she entered the room, until he followed in and closed the door behind him.

It took no length of time whatsoever after the door closed, for Quinton to step up and grab the buxom Draenei by her armored hips, running his clawed hands along her platemail regalia. Eraana muttered quietly under her breath, barely loud enough for the Worgen to hear, "Mmm, I have never slept with a worgen, but your presence is almost intoxicating…"

Quinton chuckled softly as his hands reached for the straps holding her armor together, beginning with the shoulder pads. With soft rustles, and clicks, the shoulder pads were released, hitting the ground with a light thud. Eraana drifted her soft and supple hands along the front of his leather tunic, admiring the strength of his form, and feeling the solidity of his muscles underneath.

The worgen reached to her breastplate next, finding more straps attaching it to her body hidden underneath the plating, yet above the chainmail layer serving as extra protection underneath. He seemed to grunt in frustration, finding this act more difficult to achieve with hands as large as his. Eraana chuckled softly, laying a hand on his bicep, providing a soft squeeze to his arm, while her other hand slid underneath her breastplate, and releasing the strap herself, "Let me take care of that…" She purrs.

The breastplate now released, the worgen greedily removes it from her, revealing only a soft and light cotton shirt underneath, to service as comfort and prevent the armor from biting into her supple skin. Quinton raises a hand up to her chest, before with no shortness of dexterity and skill, swipes one claw down the center of her body, seamlessly ripping the cotton shirt in half with little to no time for the Draenei to react due to the sharpness of his claw.

Eraana gasps before realizing her skin is untouched, the Worgen having flawlessly ripped the garment without touching her… "Light... I hope you are able to offer me a new shirt…"

Quinton chuckles softly as he removes the garment from the Draenei completely, causing her breasts to fall further against her chest as the true size and weight of her bust is revealed to his eyes. He stares in lusty admiration, each of her breasts easily the size of large grapefruits, soft and heavy, weighing on her figure with the most perfect of tear-drop shapes, providing a near flawless sense of maternal beauty to the Draenei. Two soft light blue nipples, hardening in the presence of the open air protrude from the maternal bust of the Draenei, with modestly sized areola of a similar, yet slightly darker, light blue color framing her nipples in the light of the bedroom. Her gifted breasts slowly rise and fall with each breath she takes, further adding to the allure of her form as she stares up into his eyes.

The worgen growls in approval and begins to hurry himself in removing the rest of her attire, a sense of greed beginning to assault his mind with such a beautiful figure in front of him…. He manages to release most straps keeping her platemail leggings attached to her form, before he slices through the last one in anticipation, letting the armor thump to the floor, and eliciting a small noise of frustration from the Draenei. Soft cotton pants become revealed to the eyes of the worgen, now the only thing between him and his new wanton prey that he wishes to claim for the night.

Eraana giggles softly, choosing to not think about how she will fix her armor later as she watches the worgen, before she lays her hands on her hips, and gently sways them side to side, her tail matching the sway of her hips in the opposite direction, "Let me take care of this.~" The Draenei then grips her cotton pants and lowers them down, sliding them over the roundness of her hips and further down her supple, firm thighs to reveal a pair of form fitting purple silk panties, clearly soaked in the essence of the Draenei due to the presence of her newfound lover.

The cotton pants hit the ground, Eraana stepping out of them and pushing them aside, leaving herself naked except for the skimpy pair of underwear she currently has on. The look in the Worgens eyes speak of how he wishes to rip them off her supple figure, but he resists and simply reaches out, hooking two fingers into either side along the curve of her hips, and pulls them down. Eraana moans softly as her panties are lowered to her thighs, a clear slickness apparent in them, before they are released and fall to the floor, being kicked aside briefly after. Before the Worgen is a perfectly clean and supple pussy previously hidden by her clothing, the sensitive flesh one shade darker than the rest of her supple skin, and appearing to be far too small and delicate for the girth and strength of the Worgen, but he would soon find out for certain. Or perhaps not if his future plans are realized…While behind the Draenei rests a curvy and round heart-shaped ass framing her soft pussy from behind as well as her long dexterous tail.

The Draenei's eyes glitter softly as she steps closer to her Worgen lover and begins to unbutton his leather tunic, her agile and small hands easily slipping each button out from its locked position, starting with the bottommost button to the topmost. Once Eraana has released every button from its confines, she slides her delicate hands along his bare furred chest, before moving her hands outwards to gently strip him of the tunic, Quinton aiding her in his movements and causing the tunic to hit the floor with a thump.

To the eye candy of the worgen, Eraana lowers herself down to her knees with a little grin on her cute dark blue lips, as she lays her hands now on his thighs, sliding them upwards to the band of his shorts. Quinton chuckles softly, and speaks with a mixture of lust and a tinge of humor, "Exactly where you belong, little Draenei…"

Eraana softly kisses his crotch in response, her lips softly contacting the clear bulge that has developed in the front of his shorts, while sensing the heat from his developing tool transfer to her plush lips. After a moment, the Draenei releases her lips from his crotch and begins to lower his shorts, soft yet short black fur, shorter than what covers the rest of his body, becoming exposed as the shorts are lowered.

Quinton watches her with a devilish grin, his growing manhood throbbing against the tension in his shorts as they are slowly lowered by the Draenei, while Eraana watches a slight bit of bright red coloring become exposed as she focuses on removing the rest of his attire, showing her that the worgen does not have anything underneath the leather shorts.

Admiring the coloration for a few seconds, Eraana decides to finish this task already; desire growing in her loins as fluid lightly trickles down her thighs. With a firm tug, she pulls down the shorts of the Worgen the remainder of the way, causing a large canine cock, bright red in nature with a tapered tip, to smack her on the cheek, making the Draenei gasp. "Light…. You are huge…!"

The manhood of the Worgen stands at about eighty percent mast, in this condition reaching eleven inches long, the width of three of her fingers, and a slight indication of a knot at the base. The knot however undeveloped due to Quinton's arousal not at his peak, but will certainly be of use for breeding later. Eraana admires the shaft with sparkling eyes, wanton lust in her expression with her lips partially open as she wraps a small, soft hand around his canine cock, feeling the heat and girth of his equipment transfer to her hand. Her eyes drift lower momentarily, before spotting the large, heavy black furred balls sitting just below his bright red shaft, the orbs easily the size of lemons and hanging off of him with a sense of clear virility.

Without any other words, the Draenei parts her soft dark blue lips and brings her head closer to the tapered tip of the Worgens canine cock, while her hand begins to stroke up and down the length of the shaft. As Eraana moves herself closer, her nose is assaulted by the now perfectly clear and strong scent of the worgen, influencing her drive and desire to mate with the beast. She takes in a slow and deep breath, and then releases it as a soft and gentle sigh. Quinton lowered his hand down onto her head and begins to brush the silky smooth hair of the Draenei while her plush lips contact the tip of his cock, her tongue reaching out to meet it, as she begins to taste him.

A musky taste, but with a hint of sweetness, not something undesirable for the Draenei. She leaned in, slowly pressing herself down on the red cock of the Worgen, taking in inch after inch of his gifted canine shaft, causing her to moan softly in pleasure from this act alone. Quinton releases a growl of approval from his core, finding equal pleasure in the act of her lips as the scene itself, admiring her so helplessly on her knees in front of him. The Draenei begins to use her free hand in an attempt to please herself, lowering down between her legs. However, Quinton growls to Eraana upon seeing this, causing her arm to freeze and remain still, before returning to rest on her thigh; showing a desire to submit to the Worgen.

Eraana lowers her head down onto his cock further, until she has taken half of his manhood past her dark blue lips. At full size as he is now, easily six inches of his cock remains to take. The Draenei moans softly as she begins to bob her head on the Worgen, her lips closing around it firmly while she begins to suck on him with a degree of sexual prowess.

Quinton groans in pleasure as she begins to rock her head and suck on his cock, "Rrrhhh, good girl…" While he runs his fingers through her hair… it won't be long in the Worgen's mind before he is pounding her like a feral animal, but he can wait a little while to let himself enjoy the ministrations of the Draenei. With Eraana unable to use her other hand for herself, she raises it up and softly cups his large balls into her hand, both of them easily too large for a small and dainty hand as hers, with one of them nearly rolling off the side of her hand, assisted by its own weight.

So heavy and virile… almost able to feel his cum churning around in the heavy orbs as she caresses them in her hand, the potent balls begging for release to impregnate any female it enters… Eraana moans onto his shaft as she bobs her head up and down, increasing her tempo as soft sucking and slurping sounds can be heard emitting from the beautiful Draenei.

Eraana however, encouraged herself forward, pushing more of his canine cock down her throat, seven, eight, nine inches... before her soft dark blue lips kissed against his slightly developed knot, causing her to gag onto his cock from the amount of bestial shaft that has found its way down her throat. She moans onto his manhood once again, and draws herself all the way back, gagging once more, before forcing her head all the way down, lips kissing against his knot. She repeated this motion, her breasts beginning to softly rock and bounce with every bob of her head, providing even more eye candy to the Worgen.

"Rrgghhh, you should prepare yourself, little Draenei~" Eraana felt the Worgen's grip on her head strengthen as she bobbed her head, the growls and groans from Quinton growing louder as she began to feel his cock pulse and throb in her mouth, the knot growing at the base. Throbbing with such virility and force she could nearly hear it hammering in her ears, she knew what was to come next. The beautiful Draenei took in a breath, and pushed herself all the way down to his knot, gag reflex triggering while she does.

"Mmnn, that is not enough, let me help you…" Quinton grinned mischievously, suddenly pushing on the back of her head and forcing her down the rest of the way, the growing knot forced past her lips. Eraana gags suddenly as more cock is forced down her throat and her lips seal around the base of the knot, a couple choking sounds being heard before she catches her bearings again.

Eraana watched, lips sealed around the back of his knot, her chin nearly pressed against his virile balls as she felt them contract, and for his cock to give one final throb, before large, thick and copious ropes of Worgen cum begin to pour straight down her throat and into her stomach, the potency and volume of the thick fluid flowing down her throat causing her to moan in pleasure as she's used like a toy for release.

Quinton growls in pleasure, and lets out a howl into the air out of instinct, knowing that he is claiming a mate for his own, even if it may be only temporary. The Worgen holds the back of her head, refusing her to let off even if she didn't have the chance too, his large knot sealing her against him. Eraana continued to feel more and more potent seed flow down her throat and fill her stomach, easily enough to cause the beautiful woman to feel full in her belly…

Eraana continues to moan against his cock as the deluge of seed didn't seem to end, and surpassed her expectations of the Worgen. More cum poured down her throat into her stomach, until she began to feel her belly expand slightly against the ever building pressure. It was not until his seed had slightly pushed out her belly to a comparison of a four month pregnancy that his deluge ended, the moans of the Draenei quieting and the growls from Quinton dissipating.

Thankfully for the Draenei, his knot released her rather quickly, allowing her to pop her lips from his shaft, and slide back. She slid her lips off of his cock and sat back on her buxom heart shaped ass, panting and breathing heavily due to being oxygen deprived from such a length. She rested a hand on her belly and slowly rubbed the gently bloated surface, eliciting another soft moan from her lips,

"Auhh, Light…how are you so virile…" The Draenei mumbled softly to herself, but easily loud enough for the Worgen and his keen hearing to discern. Quinton chuckles in response and grins, "We still have the most fun event yet to do, Eraana… I could not help but do a little research on Draenei, and I know exactly what your weaknesses are, sweetheart… I have been dying to try it out."

Eraana shuddered a little as she looked up at the towering figure while he spoke, her face a mix of lust and a little confusion as he finishes speaking. Weaknesses? What did he mean… as far as the Draenei knows she does not have any clear weaknesses or spots of sensitivity, if such a thing is what he is referring too, "Auhn, weaknesses? I do not think I understand…"

Quinton chuckled as he reached down and suddenly picked up the Draenei by the hips with little to no effort at all, making her gasp, as she realizes he's ever adamant to prove it to her the practical way. He walks over to the bed and drops her down onto the soft mattress, on her back,

"Turn over, little Draenei… On your belly." His scruff words laced with both urgency and passion. Eraana watches him for a moment before doing as she's told, turning over onto her belly, and lying flat. From such an angle the voluptuous curves of the Draenei are very apparent, the arch in her back as well as the buxom nature of her ass on full display for the worgen. He approaches the bed, and crawls onto it, before also crawling over top of her.

Eraana giggles softly, as she opens her legs a little, exposing herself to the worgen as he mounts her, his more than adequate manhood, still hard despite the last encounter, rubbing against the curve of her heart shaped ass. After a few moments she feels the tapered tip of his shaft rubbing against her soft and delicate pussy, causing her to coo quietly while looking back at him with her vibrant eyes. He presses the tapered tip of his cock into her, now soaking wet pussy, causing her to moan and release a soft happy sigh.

Quinton however, chuckled, because this was not what he had planned at all. No… he had thought ahead to something else. He pulled his hips back, causing Eraana to look back at him with a little bit of confusion. However, she soon gasped with shock when she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her ass, causing her back to arch further and her tail to raise higher on instinct, the curved tail nearly looping around and touching her shoulder. She had never been fucked in the ass before… No man had ever done such a thing with her!

She opened her lips to speak, but the Worgen did not wish to hear any of it as he suddenly thrust into her shapely backside, pushing half of his cock into her in one hard thrust. Thankfully, due to the slick saliva coating his entire cock, and traces of seed from his previous orgasm, his canine cock is well coated, allowing him to thrust into her with relative ease. Eraana releases a powerful gasp and grips the bed sheets with her hand, before her whole body is suddenly overcome with sensory overload emanating from her backside, and the only appropriate noise followed… A full bodied moan of pleasure. Eraana releases a loud, eccentric moan of bliss into the air upon being entered by the worgen, his large size barely able to accommodate itself inside of her.

"Auuhh, Haaahh…..! Oh light…!"

Quinton wastes no time pushing further into her, causing her to continue her moans into the air, filling the room with the sounds of her pleasure as he pushes down to the knot, which prevents further entry into the now noisy Draenei. "I thought so… you Draenei always love being ass-fucked." The Worgen chuckles softly as he supports himself up on one arm, while the other grips her shoulder. Eraana tries to regain her bearings before he begins to hammer into her with no bars held back, his canine cock plummeting into her ass over and over again, claiming it with a sense of feral abandon.

Eraana attempts to keep her voice under control, voice shaking as she attempts to hold back, but the overwhelming onslaught of a sensitive nerve in her body being pummeled prevents it from being possible, leaving her with no choice but to moan whorishly into the air with every single thrust against her. In a struggle to stabilize herself and find grounds of reality by ripping and clawing at the bed sheets with rigorous abandon, she finds anything to hold onto while her body is rocked back and forth by the sheer weight and force of the Worgen above her. Her plush dark blue lips parted in a clear circular shape as she attempts to keep her composure, but finding all sense of morality melting away as the canine cock slowly reduces the Draenei to her base instincts.

Never before would she have ever expected her body to be so sensitive to something like this! No man she has been with ever attempted it, nor did she go out of her way to find it! These thoughts only occurred to her in very brief flashes however, due to her mind being ravaged by the Worgen, completely coherent thoughts are unable to form in her mind at this time. With every thrust, a loud smacking sound is heard as the Worgen's powerful thrusts meet his furred hips against the soft and supple ass of the Draenei underneath him.

Quinton knew he would be right… He had ensured that he would be! A Draenei is always the best fuck when you're taking their shapely asses, and most of them do not even know about it themselves! He watched his mess of a lover as she screamed, moaned, panted, scrambling for any form of noise her lungs and lips could come up with to release under the assault of the bestial male. He could never get enough of it.

Picking up his pace, thrusting into his lover with feral abandon, Eraana arch's her back further, raising her ass slightly off of the bed, giving the Worgen's canine cock a better angle to plunge straight into her with less effort. Taking almost every ounce of strength the Draenei has to support herself via her knees, even if it is only a couple inches of height at best… Her body continues to rock back and forth with each thrust, her breasts not swaying due to being pressed against the bed, but her tail, arched over her back to nearly touch her shoulder, waves forward and backwards, tip dangling as her whole form was pushed.

He admired every sound she made… but the Worgen wondered how loud she would be when he filled her tight, heart shaped ass with his knot, and pumped her full with copious volumes of his seed. This thinking drove Quinton further into the throes of his feral passion, gripping her shoulder tighter with his claws, causing tiny scratches in her soft skin. He hammers his hips against her ass even more recklessly than before, causing Eraana's moans to devolve into nearly incomprehensible whorish screams of bliss.

Eraana holds onto any sense of reality she possibly can to keep together, glancing back behind herself to see her beautiful, blue heart shaped ass turning red from the Worgen's onslaught, simply the force of his hips smacking against her containing enough force to turn her red. The Draenei sucked in deep, quick breaths as often as she could muster it, any air she could intake quickly expelled via the screams leaving her lips, nearly drowning out the sounds of their passionate and feral act.

She was unable to hold herself together forever, as her screams increased in pitch, her voluptuous form tensed, breath escaping her, and she was forced into a reckless orgasm. The soft blue pussy of the Draenei tightened with nothing to grip onto, but not slowing him down in the slightest despite the orgasm of the Draenei. A moment later, Eraana squeals in pleasure as she begins to squirt copious amounts of feminine cum against her Worgen lover and her thighs, soaking the bed sheets underneath them. While all previous lovers the Draenei had would let her ride out such an orgasm, Quinton does not. Still thrusting into the blue Draenei as relentlessly as ever, causing her nerves to be set alight even moreso than before, extending her squirting orgasm beyond what she would otherwise have.

After many more moments, her orgasm finally begins to subside, her body relaxing briefly, but no relaxation is easy to achieve as her lover continues his onslaught, but even that must close to a close eventually as his knot begins to swell. Quinton chuckles softly and growls in a deep manner as his knot swells, causing a louder and more defined smack against her ass while it develops. He knows this will push her mind to her limits, but that is exactly what he wishes for!

With an overpowering thrust, he hammers against her heart shaped ass, eliciting a scream of pleasure from the Draenei, before his knot pushes past her ass and seats perfectly inside of her. Eraana's body freezes solid as she's knotted like a bitch in heat, her breath catching in her throat and briefly going silent. It only took a matter of a few seconds until Quinton lets loose a powerful howl into the air for the entire inn to hear. Following this howl, powerful and thick ropes of canine seed begin to flood the Draenei's perky ass, and so soon after her orgasm, her form no doubt still ringing with sensitivity.

The moment the first rope of seed began to flood her insides; her whole body shuddered in ecstatic pleasure. The combination of his virile seed along with a thick knot tying her to him was too much for her to bear. Due to this, hardly any noises left the Draenei anymore except for weak whimpers and whines while she grips the sheets, body locked and shuddering uncontrollably. Her mind was falling apart in staggering pleasure, another orgasm rising in the Draenei simply from the volume of cum entering her.

It was not long, the Worgen still having much seed to release into her, before her second orgasm filled her mind, her lips parting wide and her tongue softly hanging out of her mouth as she squirts back against her lover again, while his thick virile ropes of seed flood her. Even in such a state, no loud noises are elicited from the Draenei in her state, but the pleasure she was experiencing was undeniable. With incredible amounts of canine cum filling her body, the Draenei's belly once again continues to expand underneath her and against the bed. It is not noticeable however due to her position, but Eraana feels the undeniable warmth flooding her core with no end in sight.

It was not until after thirty more seconds of mind numbing orgasm, the Draenei's vocal skills were reduced to hardly a peep leaving her lips, that both of their orgasms began to subside. Eraana's slowed first, the sheets underneath them soaked, while Quinton followed moments after, both of their orgasms ending causing the Draenei to turn completely limp against the bed. Softly panting for breath and drooling against the bed, the worgen chuckled and admired the broken Draenei in the aftermath of their throes of pleasure. Her ass clearly red from the Worgen's assault, sheets and thighs soaked from her orgasms, but not a single drop of his own seed anywhere to be seen, due to his large knot doing exactly as it was designed to do, breed and ensure pregnancy.

Quinton laid his hands on her hips, before turning the Draenei around onto her back while still attached to him, causing her to whimper in reaction to it, her legs forced open and her hips up slightly into a form of missionary. From this view, he was able to admire her now, easily larger belly, equivalent to a pregnancy at seven months, her belly is full to the brim of canine seed radiating warmth throughout her body.

He slowly leans over her, bringing his lupine snout near her face, the Draenei panting with her tongue hanging past her own plush lips while she attempts to recuperate any kind of mental functionality whatsoever. He looks her up and down, admiring her now glazed eyes, not quite as bright as they were before, but she would return to herself in time… with a whole new aspect to sex. The heavy panting causes her beautiful breasts to rise and fall with every motion, and due to the maternal tear drop shape of her large, grapefruit sized breasts, they ever so slightly rest down and outwards towards her sides.

"Sleep well, little Draenei, I certainly hope you will crave more when the sun rises…" Quinton lays a soft kiss on her cheek, as Eraana's eyes flutter closed. Unable to hang onto the waking world anymore, she drifts off into a very deep sleep while the Worgen rests beside her, no intentions to leave any time soon with his knot still lodged deep inside the beautiful blue woman.