Silva's Interrupted Privacy, a warcraft fanfic

WARNING: Adult Content - Only For Readers 18+

Silva needs to rest after a long days travels. The worgen druidess found herself entering her room for the long night, located inside the Lakeshire Inn. Simple, yet effective is the room itself, with one Queen sized bed against the far wall, a bedside table to the right of the mattress, and a couple windows along the same far wall. To the left a door stands which leads to the washroom, the feature Silva is most interested in right now after her long and tedious venture. With the sun setting, the druidess closes the door and begins to remove her leather garments, consisting of only black leather shorts, a button up tunic, and brown leather gloves. She prefers the gloves to keep her razor claws from scratching up surfaces, leather being the only material she can possess to keep her personalized sharp tools at bay.

The worgen woman sighs as her clothes were removed from her form, exposing her shape to the open air. The female worgen is undoubtedly attractive, short dark brown fur coating her figure, and blue eyes framing her rounded feminine snout and large wolf-like ears. Smaller, perky breasts, equivalent to that of a human's B cup bra adorn her chest, holding high and firm, enjoyable for any male to squeeze in his hands. Further down her form tapers into a narrow waist, fit and strong yet perfectly flat with no signs of abdominal muscles. Lower still, Silva's waist widens into moderately wide hips, rounded in nature, not those of a true alpha female designed for breeding, but plenty for a figure of feminine shapeliness.

Between the female worgen's legs, a small pink slit is distinguishable through the downy fur coating her body, noticeable, if barely while she stands with legs closed. Silva glides her hands along her form briefly, sighing in gentle satisfaction before she finds her way to the washroom. Opening the door and heading inside, the worgen spots her washtub for the evening, pre filled with warm water thanks to the courtesy of the inn, and a white towel for drying hanging on the wall. With the point of a couple claws, she tests the water and smiles in contentment, before stepping into the fluids warm embrace well deserved after a long day.

Sitting herself down, allowing the water to reach her shoulders, Silva sighs in gentle fulfillment, sensing the warmth of the water drawing the taught nature from her muscles. "It's been too long…" Silva murmurs quietly amongst herself, a dexterous hand rubbing her belly in a slow yet methodical pattern. How the worgen wished she could remain here for all time, and possess no woes to concern herself with. In the midst of warmth and privacy, the lupine woman slides the clawed hand on her belly further along her form, gently gripping a soft, perky breast and thusly eliciting a small coo from the female.

Silva squeezed and groped her small, rounded breast with feminine tenderness, the pointed tips of her claws hardly pressing into her skin, teasing the woman with small pricks of sensitivity and drawing a gentle moan from her lips. She could not remain with only this; however, the lupine female has experienced a long day and wishes for relief. With her additional hand resting on her belly, Silva glides the appendage downwards, slipping two fingers between her legs as the digits rub against her clitoris, eliciting another soft moan from the woman. The narrow, agile digits of the woman dance slowly along her clit with nimble dexterity to prevent injury from her claws, releasing small rushes of pleasure up her form in waves, forcing increasing moans out of her muzzle alongside the groping of her breast.

"Mmmm…" The canine hummed to herself, pussy emanating a barely noticeable pink tinge under the brown fur due to her growing arousal. Silva's muzzle parted briefly, two digits on her breast pinching the worgen's sensitive pink nipple, no milk coming forth as she has not yet been privileged with fertilization by any male. Such a gift is almost exclusively welcome to a female worgen, while their instincts may not blare as crystalline and open as the male counterparts of her race, their desire to be bred, filled to the brim with pup's remains firm to their nature.

Silva lowered her fingers only a little further, feeling the soft slit of her genitalia against the worgen's fingertips. The lupine woman gently rubs two fingers against the sensitive flesh, eliciting a low moan once again from her muzzle. To and fro Silva's fingers danced along her nethers, the worgen enjoying the gentle steady thrums of pleasure pulsing throughout her body with each motion of her hands, encouraging her onwards with her self-treatment.

Able to work at her own pace, the canine female wastes little time pushing the tips of two digits into her folds, her blue eyes fluttering silently in content as her pussy accommodates the intruders. Further in her fingers move, the sharp nature of her claws of little concern to the woman with expert dexterity in her nature, avoiding any possible injury. Silva's figure shudders in delight upon feeling her digits brush past her g-spot, eliciting a quick exhale in response due to the sensitive zone being stimulated. In only a few moments the worgen's knuckles meet her nethers, causing Silva to moan in delight as her pussy is filled with the maximum her two fingers can offer.

The worgeness pulls her fingers back, and pushes them in again, small pussy gripping her fingers tightly with each movement of her digits, eliciting increasing moans from the female. In most situations, the room would fill with the irresistible scent of the female worgen, at least, undeniable to their male counterparts, but due to the woman's submerged nature, no such aroma exudes from her form. Silva's muzzle opens only fractionally, breathing rising to accommodate the ever building pleasure in her core, fingers sliding with ease.

Pants begin to release from her muzzle, opening wider while the ever increasingly desperate female fingers herself, legs widening on natural instinct even if unnecessary for the smaller intruders. Silva sucks back a breath as her thumb grazes along her clitoris, sending a jolt through the woman's loins, equivalent to small electric shocks emanating from her core in waves to the ends of the worgeness' toes and the peaks of her ears. Oh, if only she could solve all of her quarrels with such release, then her life might yet be simple and undisturbed, but alas, she will have to settle for this moment alone.

How it would delight her to live simple… remaining in one location and raising litters of pups instead of the lonely road; to embrace her male each night after the hunt, and lay with him, looking after their pups safety while he remains in watch as her protector. A purpose such as this drives the worgeness over the edge, breathing uneven and rapid while her fingers dart back and forth, pussy clenching around the intruders and muscles tightening along her body. A loud moan forces its way from Silva's muzzle, which then becomes a whimper, and a quiet howl as her body tenses, muscles locking tight with her legs clamping shut over her hand.

Euphoric release granted to the female, she howled quietly with every pulse of orgasmic bliss that passed through the worgen's tightened form, forcing her rounded shape to spasm and jitter while the worgeness rode out her inevitable high. Eyes clamped shut, Silva remains remarkably still aside from the spasms and jitters, before her muscles slowly relax while her orgasm subsides, sweet release exchanging for blissful afterglow. The lupine woman calms, fingers removing from her nethers as she sighs in blissful content, indulging in the remaining few moments to ride out her afterglow in the moderately warm water.

Silva does not know truly how long she rested in the washtub, but by the time the lupine woman was reminded of other tasks which needed completion, the water had run cold. Sighing softly, the worgeness leaves the confines of her bath, reaching for the towel hanging nearby. An obnoxiously long time it takes for a worgen to dry herself, but refusing to leave the room a wet mess, the furred female takes however long is required. Now dry, but still undressed due to her attire sitting in the other room, the worgeness leaves the washroom to find her clothes.

When Silva steps into the room however, her eyes widen suddenly and in disbelief at the sight which appears to be before her. Standing in the middle of the room, more precisely, at the foot of her bed, is a large, powerful Tauren. A coat of very short, white fur covers his body, his frame large and daunting, with exceedingly large muscles akin to that of most Tauren. Blunt, powerful green eyes bore down into the bestial woman's own. The worgeness finds herself needing to look upwards, and feeling somewhat irrelevant in her physical prowess against the presence of the Tauren, despite her respectable worgen genetics landing her at six feet eight inches in height.

The large invader seems to relate a similar shocked nature, thinking the room was otherwise unoccupied at this moment in time, watching the bestial woman with a careful yet steady gaze. Due to the nature of female worgen and level of comfort with her own form, she makes no attempt to cover her body from the eyes of the intruder, finding it hardly necessary from a social or moral standpoint while not in public. The most unusual part of this encounter however is not the large, towering creature from the opposite faction in her room per say, but the underlying details of the circumstances. The powerful bovine is wearing nothing but a pair of thin cloth shorts, and a small shoulder pack.

"What are you… how… if… Do I need to-" Silva, trying to find words worth escaping her muzzle to no avail as she wraps her head around this situation. Finding herself more in disbelief than in danger, her natural protective instincts thrum in the back of her mind, warning her of the man standing before the worgeness. She cannot help but notice however, a distinct and very prominent bulge in the thin cloth shorts of the Tauren, clearly displaying the outline of a mostly sheathed equine member, and a pair of large, hanging orbs underneath.

The bestial woman found herself staring only briefly before tearing her gaze up to meet his green eyes. Other than the movement of their eyes and heads, the Tauren produces the first move, raising a single finger up, and then beginning to reach into his pack steadily with the opposite hand. Silva watches carefully, eyes following the bovines hand while he digs into his pack. Bringing out a small, yellow vial, at least small compared to the massive hands of the muscled beast, he uncorks it and lifts it up to his lips, drinking down the unknown fluid. Staying in silence, Silva simply watches the Tauren drink down the unusual potion. Glancing around the room before his eyes land on hers once more, he clears his throat, and then speaks, shockingly, in common tongue, "Forgive me, please… no guards need to be called right now."

Silva stood with disbelief in her eyes upon hearing the Tauren speak common tongue… "You understand common? How would you know such a thing?"

The powerful bovine relaxes a little upon hearing the worgeness' less than lethal words, "Do not take me for a linguist, the praise belongs to a simple alchemist in Durotar who brews these at a decent price." He waves the empty vial briefly, before returning it to his pack, and setting the pack on the ground. Silva cocks her head to the side akin to that of a confused dog.

It took little time for the bestial woman to speak again, the unpredictability of the situation returning to her with more questions, this time with a little tone in her voice knowing the man before her can listen, "What are you doing here? You have no business in Alliance territory, and even if you did, what are you accomplishing by breaking into my room? And Why are you undressed…?"

Watching intently, the Tauren scratches his side for a moment while he processes the worgeness' words, "It is a long tale… I escaped from my captors and needed to find refuge somewhere, I apologize. I do not mean any harm to you." This causes Silva to relax more, even during their conversation however; he begins to find his eyes drifting along her form now that the shock of their situation is wearing off, noticing the acceptable appearance of the female before him who refuses to cover herself.

"I… as an excuse is concerned, not an awful one." Silva remarks. Taking a step closer, the bestial woman asks her final question with an err of confusion still present, "Does not explain however why you are undressed in my room." In response to this the large male clears his throat, a tinge of embarrassment notable in his voice, "Well, erhm. I tend to wear very weighty and durable plate armor, forged by my family line… There was no hope for me to sneak away from my captors while sounding like a pandaren portable kitchen."

The worgeness blinks at this prospect, finding it to be believable if a bit obscene. "So… you broke away from your captors, ran into the woods, stripped down your armor, managing to find your way into the inn undetected at over eight feet tall, thus hiding in my room?" Attempting to rebuttal the embarrassing nature of her tale, the Tauren's mouth opens, before his hands open in a manner of defeat, "I am afraid that is the gist of it. Please do not call the guards; I will be out of your way in time, if you will allow me to stay temporarily."

Out of everything to be accomplishing today, conversing with a Tauren in the middle of her rented room was not on the list of tasks, nor in her faintest imagination at the time. However she found herself drawn once again to the hidden beast which appears restrained behind the Taurens woven shorts, now straining noticeably against the fabric, stark outline of his medial ring lining the material. It was only in Silva's nature to consider the prospect of what such a beast would look like… from her rough estimate it could be easily over a foot and a half long when erect, a tool for guaranteed insemination no doubt. Standing naked before the white furred beast only exacerbated the situation more, providing the lone male with eye candy of his own.

Silva speaks to break the temporarily silence, gazing into his eyes, forcing her own eyes away from the covered manhood of the Tauren, "Fine…. You may stay in my room, but on one condition…" The Tauren let out a slow and relieved breath before nodding to the female, "Name your terms, I only require twelve hours at the most."

This is where Silva grins, stepping closer to him once again, and only an arm's length away from the white furred creature. Her own form seeking an opportunity that her natural instincts will not pass by, she speaks to the towering man, "Remove your shorts… and tell me your name." The Tauren's eyes widen at this prospect, before a slow grin forms on his face. The attractive worgeness before him is demanding he remove his shorts… perhaps this day is in his favor after all. "I am Kahu." The towering male speaks; hands reaching for the band on his shorts before the female worgen lays her hands overtop his to stop his advances, "Silva…" The canine woman responds.

Releasing the Tauren's hands, Silva steps right in front of the male, her head only reaching his shoulders. She looks down his powerful chest, hands gliding to the fiberous pectoral muscles, before the canine woman grips gently at his broad shape, powerful fibers hardly giving under pressure and behaving more akin to a brick wall. The worgeness spent her time rubbing the clawed digits along his bovines form, moving lower to press against his abdominal muscles, equally as powerful and protective in comparison.

Hands moving lower still, the canine woman releases a soft coo from her muzzle as her hands reach his manhood, rubbing over the thin fabric of his shorts, hands gliding along the length and fingers catching and bumping against his medial ring. So much life… Silva feels each throb from a powerful heart sending blood to the overpowering organ, rushing in heat and virility with it. Straining against the fabric, the worgeness refuses to slow her ministrations, rubbing his length through his attire and admiring the equine cock throbbing to life, forced down against the shorts it demands freedom from.

Every throb forces more length out of the Tauren's manhood against the woman's hands, admiring each inch which pushes forward and remains restrained under the shorts, eliciting an uncomfortable groan from Kahu. A foot and a half Silva estimates, pushed down against him with almost every detail and vein now visible through the material. "You are, huge…" She murmurs to herself, hands gliding lower, resting underneath the incredibly large balls visible underneath the equine member. Through the fabric, she knows not how heavy they are, but nonetheless sensing quarts if not gallons of potential seed churning inside the small grapefruit sized orbs causes the lupine to shudder.

In a quiet murmur, Silva speaks, "You can remove your shorts now…" Carefully she lowers her lupine hands into his shorts, cupping his grapefruit sized balls in her digits, a somewhat discomforted look becoming a grin plastered on the Taurens face while he now pulls down the desperate fabric before it rips altogether. The worgeness watched in amazement as his shorts lowered, admiring each inch of equine cock that revealed itself to her eyes, mottled black and white all the way down his length.

Eventually, the shorts released and dropped to the floor, revealing the Tauren's gifted manhood in its entirety, mottled black, white and easily the width of her wrist, 18 inches long from base to flared tip. Silva moans in delight when the shorts are released, feeling his large, grapefruit sized virility suddenly weigh in her hands without the confines of the shorts holding them back, leathery in texture and almost perfectly smooth. A gifted weight such as this tells the worgeness this male is incredibly fertile, and packed to the brim with life. After lightly squeezing his orbs in her hands, eliciting a groan of pleasure from Kahu, she gently releases the leathery balls and watches them hang low a couple inches from his cock in weight alone.

"There are Tauren far larger than I, but I appreciate the attention, Silva…" He grins at the female with glittering eyes while he drinks in the lupine females form, admiring her smaller perky breasts and petite waist. Seeing a tiny pink slit hiding between her legs causes the Tauren to wonder if he would be compatible, but she, being a worgen, will likely be capable of his girth and length regardless.

"I do not care in the slightest, you are a magnificent creature." Silva exclaims, before dropping to her knees in front of the powerful beast. She moans quietly to herself upon being hit with the Tauren's powerful musky scent in such close proximity. Slowly the druidess leans in, her lupine snout kissing the large leathery orbs of the powerful male, evoking a soft moan from him and causing the enlarged yet partially flaccid manhood to drape along her head and point towards the woman's back. Enveloped in the overwhelming scent of the male, Silva continues kissing and admiring her Tauren's balls, occasionally lapping her tongue along the leathery surface, slickening them increasingly more than the already smooth surface would allow.

He must be prepared, the lupine woman thought. Pleasing and embracing the fertile carriers is her best option, stimulating them to ensure a full overwhelming release should he empty his virility into her womb. It was the only way she could ensure not a single drop remains for him to spend after one release. Silva would be lying to herself however if she did not admit she craved this. Sitting underneath his most potent scent, Silva breaths in the male's raw earthy smell through her sensitive lupine nose, leaving her head briefly clouded for what she has craved for far too long.

Pressing her nose into him, the worgeness kisses his large orbs deeply, while her furry hands hold his potent virility, resting snugly into her digits. Softly squeezing and fondling them to stimulate him further, elicits a more satisfied groan from the Tauren towering over her form. In his own mind, Kahu has been stimulated enough however, his manhood lifting off the worgen and standing at full pride. The bovine reaches down to hold Silva's chin, lifting her head upwards towards him and meeting her eyes.

"Your touch is wonderful, Silva, but perhaps now we move on?" The Tauren grins slyly, if compassionately behind his eyes. The worgeness, a large woman yet dwarfed by the Tauren's frame, nods momentarily before placing her nose underneath the base of his shaft, and with one very long lick of her tongue, slides her wet appendage down the length of his manhood before flicking off the flared tip. Kissing the flare momentarily, Silva then rises to her feet, still staring up to Kahu, eyes locked for a few more moments in passion before she leans on her toes and kisses his neck. This makes the powerful bovine smile while the worgeness turns around and approaches the bed.

Crawling onto the bed, Silva presents herself in a position which comes most naturally to a worgeness; on her hands and knees. Craning her head to gaze behind herself towards the Tauren with big eyes, the lupine woman arches her back and parts her legs somewhat, exposing a pink slit with clearly wet fur surrounding it. How could the large Tauren refuse such a sight? He approaches the edge of the bed and grips her furred backside, the incredibly large digits able to tightly squeeze the firm flesh, eliciting a coo from the lupine woman.

Silva's gaze revealed her desires, wanting to be hammered into and bred with ferocity. Kahu would comply, once he can guarantee her safety in the matter. "Do not keep me waiting~" The worgen purrs, admiring the Tauren's thick shaft bob with each heartbeat. Once she senses pressure from the flared tip of the powerful man's cock against her small slit, her legs open further on instinct, driven to support the large shaft.

Kahu however, while horny and enjoying the sight of the female before him, wishes to play simple and easy for the woman first and foremost, only pushing against her in small quantities. Slowly he presses further against her small waiting pussy, the petite entrance putting up resistance before the Tauren's flared tip pushes through her folds in one motion, sinking into the female and eliciting a sigh of pleasure from her. Slowly and carefully the Tauren continues, gripping her ass firmly in one large hand as he thrusts carefully into the waiting woman, stretching her entrance to accommodate his girth one inch at a time.

This causes Silva to whimper as every tantalizing inch slowly slides into her increasingly desperate form, girth large enough to leave a small yet distinguishable bulge in her belly while the large male continues to enter her. Gripping the sheets, the worgeness tears holes in the fabric slowly as she feels the Taurens large medial ring reach her folds, revealing the half-way point of his entry. Pausing momentarily, Kahu leans over the lupines form partially and begins to rub her belly with his large digits. Silva shudders and coo's upon feeling pressure from both the large manhood and gentle caress of her Tauren lover's hand pressing against her.

As the powerful male rubs her belly gently and tenderly, Silva delivers softer and quieter moans while built up tension within her core, due to the pressure of the invader, is released, relaxing her form. Looking back to her lover, the worgen smiles pleasantly, "Mmm…. How did you do that…?" Kahu simply chuckles quietly while nevertheless rubbing her form with his overly large hand, "An old trick passed down to a still young bull."

In only a few more moments, Silva's body is released of all tension, the powerful manhood buried inside of her inviting nothing but pleasure with each subtle movement. Kahu, smiling down at the pleased worgeness and ensuring her comfort, pushes further one again. The Tauren's medial ring pushes past her folds, eliciting a sudden gasp and moan from the female, while feminine juices drip around the Tauren's manhood and down onto the sheets. Further and further the Tauren pushed, one inch at a time, whimpers and moans eliciting the woman. Suddenly her eyes widened, a brief loud moan forced from her muzzle the moment she felt his incredible member press against her cervix, reaching the deepest depths achievable for now.

Kahu may challenge that soon, for now however, he provides the shuddering worgeness with a moment to recover from the overwhelming sensation caused by nearly 18 inches of wrist thick cock buried within her core. Seconds passed as if minutes for the trembling worgen, before a pitched lupine whimper leaves her muzzle while watching Kahu, "Fill me with pups… please." Silva moans. All too happy to oblige, the powerful Tauren simply grins and grips the woman's respectable hips, before pulling his own hips back, every inch of his bestial, threatening manhood tugging on the worgeness' frame.

Before long, the worgen releases a lupine whine into the air upon feeling the large flared tip of the Tauren's cock pressing backwards against her pussy, yet not pulling out. Inwards Kahu thrusts once again, pushing all 18 inches of wrist-thick manhood into the waiting female, more rapid than before, eliciting a lewd moan from her muzzle, "I…I am ready, do not tease me, anymore… I, mmm, wish to see the beast behind that cock!"

In no time at all, knowing that Silva will be quite healthy and even enjoy the intensity he can bring, the Tauren suddenly rears his hips back and thrusts home with alarming strength and speed. Eliciting yet another loud moan from the worgen, which does not end this time, as the moment his flared tip smacks the woman's cervix, he's in movement for another. Time and time again nearly all 18 inches of monstrous Tauren cock becomes buried into the moaning and whimpering female, heavy, virile balls swinging underneath the powerful beast and smacking against the worgen's ass in repeated succession.

Trying to accommodate the girth, and further spur on the worgen's new lover who is pleasing her oh so provocatively, Silva lowers her front down to the bed, side of the worgen's snout and cheek pressing against the sheets along with her small perky breasts, raising her rounded ass higher into the air to lewdly present to the man backing her if she were not currently being bred. The lupine woman could remain in this position all night long, in a state of endless joyous ecstasy with repeated blissful orgasms landing every few minutes. While the assault of pleasure flowing through her body in waves with each thrust being clearly what she adored, it was the man's virile seed which spoke to her instincts. Demanding release as soon as possible, urging her to be filled with pups, and commanding the worgen to become a mother.

Silva craves to feel how much virile cum the Tauren could flood her womb with, especially after treating him so tantalizingly to ensure his entire reserve becomes buried in her core. With each thrust she sensed the fertile orbs briefly pressing against her ass, and nearly her thighs due to their incredible and unmistakable weight. Every motion the Tauren provides shows a bulge in her belly, revealed by the bovine's overwhelming girth and size, even to the fair, and genetically stout female before him.

Kahu has never had sex with a worgeness before, but the experience seems to be very beloved. Due to the size and stature of a Tauren, he finds himself restricted to very few options, primarily his own kind. Despite the beauty of some races and how they catch his eye, namely blood elves, he would break them down with ease and leave them nothing but a mewling mess. Silva however, is holding well, enduring his overwhelming manhood with blissful moans of delight while not losing consciousness. This makes the bovine smile, having the ability to release his urges into another beautiful woman without treating them as glass, and one not of his own species no less!

Every motion of the Tauren's hips against his worgen alerted her to one blissful yet overwhelming fact, each time his flared tip smacks against her cervix, a little bit of resistance is lost. Silva senses the increasing intensity of her lovers thrusts, and with each movement, the woman's cervix begins to fail in holding back the intruder. Only a matter of time now before he claims her most fertile depths; such a thought attempts to drive the worgen crazy with instinctual desire, but the valiant female holds back these notions, keeping her muzzle shut aside from the forced moans leaving her lupine snout. No, wishing to not rush Kahu, every moment of this is meant to be enjoyed, and she will not allow one instant to be wasted.

The bovine male groans in pleasure as his pacing increased, blissfully enjoying his shaft sinking into the female before him with such ease, but one small fact bothered the Tauren; one minor, indistinct fact. With every thrust, still about two inches of his bestial cock refuses to enter the woman. There is a particular sensation to hilting into a female completely, balls pressing against her ass or thighs as you deposit your entire load into her waiting form. Kahu does not wish to miss this sometimes rare opportunity, leading him to only thrust unyielding, each time his flared tip batters against Silva's cervix, her entire body rocks and jolts with bliss.

Thankfully such concerns were only temporary; after a few more thrusts, the blunt, flared cockhead of the Tauren finally wins out, forcing open the smaller worgen's cervix and pushing directly into her womb. Kahu's powerful manhood hilts entirely into the waiting female, causing him to groan delightfully while his large virile orbs press against the curve of her ass. Silva, screams suddenly in ecstasy upon another layer of her instincts being met, pressing her muzzle into the sheets to dampen the blissful incursion while drooling into the mattress.

Such an incursion to the lupine woman was overwhelming for her core, instantly forcing an orgasm upon her body. Silva's muscles locked up tight as she continues to scream into the mattress, her tight and desperate pussy clamping the Tauren's full 18 inches securely inside her, and preventing movement while her cervix seals behind the flared cockhead of the bovine. Each ripple of orgasm physically jolts the woman's form, accompanying a powerful ejaculation of feminine fluids, immediately soaking the virile balls of the Tauren and leaving them with a glossy sheen, fur from both lovers becomes soaked under the wet release of the female. An orgasm as this felt unending to Silva, blissfully living through each mere second as if they were minutes

For Kahu however, despite no longer having the ability to thrust, he groans in pleasure due to the tight grip of the woman, each pulse of her orgasm acts equivalently to please him as his prior thrusts. Silva's powerful orgasm combined with his complete fat cock hilted into his new lover became too much for the Tauren to bear. The moment the worgeness began to relax and her orgasm started to subside, his balls churned, cock twitching with eager, impending release. Rising up with power like a flood to an unprepared dam, the powerful bovine gripped his woman's hips tightly and nearly growled in orgasm.

Silva's orgasm subsided, allowing her a moment to breath as her hold on the sheets released somewhat, before she whimpered upon feeling the large cock buried in her depths twitch eagerly, and the large, heavy balls, emitting incredible heat against her fur with pure virility. The worgen gasps in surprise upon sensing his productivity is so great, she comprehends the warmth and power in his balls release up the shaft as the potent orbs tense against her. In merely an instant, before the worgeness can even conclude her gasp, the first powerful blast of seed is released directly into her expecting womb with the power of a fire hose, filling her womb to capacity in only one powerful jet.

Burying her muzzle into the sheets, Silva screams once again in pleasure and overwhelming bliss as her womb is immediately flooded by the sheer virility of the beast, sensing the great balls of the Tauren pulse raw heat with every flood of seed while pressed against her ass. Briefly the worgeness considered through the heady reality she finds herself in, whether or not she can cope with the oncoming deluge, but moments later the lupine female realized, she does not care.

Every pulse from the Tauren was a flood, easily enough seed for ten humans, and twice as much as her own kind. Before long, with her womb expanding to accompany the overwhelming pressure, her lupine belly begins to swell, the clear bulge of the Tauren's manhood disappearing as her belly swelled out with seed. Each rope forced a scream accompanying a whimper from her muzzle as she accommodates the incredible volume. The most blissful part of it however, to the worgeness, is the incredible warmth spreading throughout her body; hot, virile seed, filling her to the brim and spreading its heat all along her lupine form, placing her in a heady and unforgettable glow.

More the Tauren released, the flared tip of his prideful manhood ensuring that no seed exits the cervix, even under pressure. Designed to accomplish its task perfectly, the belly of the worgeness swells further, currently equivalent to a four months pregnancy. All Silva can manage to achieve is lay one hand on her belly, whimpering as she senses copious seed forced into her form and pressing against her furred digits while the deluge continues. Her womb, inexperienced in carrying litters, expanded further against the great pressure her mate was endowing upon her. How could her new bovine lover survive each day with such ample weight hanging from his manhood!

By the time Kahu's torrent of cum begins to subside, powerful jets reducing to a constant but steady flow, still well beyond that of a human's capacity. The female before him now possessed a belly swelled with seed, looking as though a full litter of pups was ready to be born at any moment, causing the Tauren to grin at the sight before him. Knowing his lover is alright, he occupies his time by caressing her waist to provide some gentle affection while she recovers from the deluge she's endured.

Silva's screams quieted down into moans, and from moans into whimpers and whines. Akin to that of a powerful pain reliever taking hold, as the Tauren's deluge stopped completely, a veil of inner heat forced upon the worgen's mind and body by her instincts is released in moments, relaxing her form and returning her mind to a state of normalcy. "Ahnn…. Oohh…. You are an incredible man…" She moans quietly, and looks back to the Tauren, eyes still bright and full of afterglow and pleasure.

Kahu simply chuckles while he meets the eyes of the worgeness, "And you are a rare treat I am not able to experience often, Silva." The bovine leans over his lover and kisses the furry head of the worgen, movements causing an ear to twitch and a single moan to be forced from her muzzle.

"We still have all night~" Silva explains, a slow grin appearing on her face, "I would love to taste you…"

Thank you to all of my readers who have taken their precious time to read my works, as I continue to experiment and ever develop my writing skills to bigger and better heights. This means the world to me, as I was unsure of what kind of response I would achieve. I have many more stories planned for the future, including one-offs and longer stretching works with recurring characters, and will try to keep a semi regular upload schedule of 7-10 days.