World of Warcraft: Hearts in the Mist - Pt 1
The world felt unfocused and lunged with every movement. A feeling mixed with the tensing of muscles that made it difficult to think, let alone breath. Combined with a downward rush of wind eclipsed by a deafening sound of swords clashing in an encounter that engulfed a nightmare. Reflections faded from thought with the need to rise or perish as the sounds of combat would not abate.
Huttser, struggled to his feet while keeping a grip on his trusty bow. Fear gripped at his chest more than the tense pain overwhelming his frame. Sambas was nowhere to be seen amid the chaos of battle. The mind played tricks when hit by debris from an artillery shell detonating near-by. What was the job he had been tasked with again? Destroy supply carts? His mind reeled in its attempts to fill in the missing memories as he lumbered towards an odd-looking tree adorned with pink blossoms.
Wait, there were others warned an echo in the hunter's mind only to fade into oblivion. Huttser pressed his hand against his furry forehead and slumped against the tree flinching at the aching feeling aware that something wasn't right. The world swirled and heaved with dark shapes rushing past that only invited confusion before falling into another nightmare.
* * *
"These people should not be here." Growled a deep voice in the dark. "They know nothing of the ill they'll cause for our land. This... genocide... is enough proof." The voice was adamant about something, even forceful in his words, but they sounded like their words fell upon deaf ears. The rest of the conversation faded just as the world did once more.
Severe pain brought Huttser from a restless sleep. The feeling of pins and needles in the different extremities didn't help. When he could open his eyes, he could see that it wasn't his imagination. Along his form, sticking out of his fur, were long rods that dug into the skin along pressure points. The creature who put them there placed another one with a sharp sudden pain that faded instantly. The sore muscles, aches and pains, all melted away.
"Awake, I see." Chuckled the black and white furred creature. Her voice soft and feminine, as soothing as music.
"Where am I? Am I dead?" Huttser asked with a rasp. He laid his head back and winced in realization the ignorance of one question. Anyone who asked if they were dead generally wished they were.
"Depends on if you were talking to my uncle." The melodic voice chimed again. "As for where you are, your safe with me."
"where are we, that's considered safe?" Huttser asked amide waves of nausea.
"My uncle says this is the land of his lineage, Pandaria." Huttser shivered and tried to get up but was pushed back down. He felt small hands move over his fur and run down his arms bring with it a familiar sensation. It felt like forever since he felt the warmth of another's touch. It was stimulating as the creature could tell.
"Oh my!" She squealed. "so, big." The pins were removed with slight pinches proceeded by a warm tight feeling sliding down his erect shaft. Huttser's eyes flew open to see a small Pandarian cub descending his engorged length. Before he could reach up to remove the cub his arms were tied above his head and held by a bigger Pandarian.
"Whoa, now." Chuckled the creature with a heavy voice. "I promised my Lili a little attention before we traveled this land." The Pandarian drew a long pull from a mug while bracing himself against the wall. Lili rubbed her paws over Huttser's fur and moaned in delight.
Uncertainty filled the worgen. He could shout for help and be silenced immediately or relax and let the cub have her fun. Though the thought of Sambas permeated his mind again. Closing his eyes, he thought of the warm muzzle of his best friend and partner.
Lili leaned back and gasped when the tip of the worgen shaft hit he tight entrance to the womb. He wasn't thinking about the ramifications on if he filled her tightness. His mind still filled with the thoughts of his muzzle surrounding the lions barbed cock. The tension in his loins needed to be relieved. The feeling of the cub's warm interior caused him to moan out and struggle against the bonds. Lili clenched her thighs tight and cried out in unison with Huttser. She rocked her small frame up and down his shaft and gripped his chest fur for support.
"Mm, Lili, save some energy for your uncle." The deep voice chuckled. "Edge him only or you'll be paying for it later."
Lili didn't pay attention. She bounced hard and fast wanting full release for herself and her captive. Huttser clenched his eyes and tried to control his breathing to no avail. His loins felt the twinge of excitement that would soon make a young mother. Tension swelled in his furry orbs with each bounce on his cock. Pre leaked easily from the tip giving the Pandarian some needed lube. The pressure mounted more when his moans escaped his lips only to be gaged by the hand of the other panda in the room.
"Now, now, Mr. worgen. We don't need any unnecessary company barging in here, now do we?"
Huttser shook his head and whimpered. With no ability to get away and no way to make the cub stop he couldn't hold back any longer. A steady stream of hot thick seed welled up inside the cub then spilled out over Huttser's fur. Lili grinned and stopped for a moment to catch her breath with a joyous sigh.
"Mm, I didn't think you were going to release."
Huttser's hands and muzzle were released allowing him to sit up. He couldn't go any further since Lili had taken to sticking his shaft in her young maw. The worgen whimpered again, both from the sensitive feeling of his cock and the inability to do much else with the bigger Pandarian watching.
"Don't you think you and he has had enough for one day?" The older panda chuckled. Huttser was relieved when she stopped. Lili smiles and rubbed her mouth with the back of her sleeve but then jumped into Huttser's lap to kiss him. Huttser could feel the taste of his seed being shoved into his muzzle. It was not an unfamiliar taste by any means. He's usually reserved that for time with his pet, Sambas. Just the thought of the lion made him weak with worry and a need for his gentle loving touch.
"come, Lili, lets our patient get some rest. I'm sure the Alliance has need of him soon."
"Yes, Uncle."
The worgen watched the two leave in peace and leaving him to his own thoughts. There was too much to think about as to what had transpired before being... bound by a cub. A cute cub but a cub nonetheless. It would be a story to tell Suel and Sambas. Assuming he could remember where they were or if they had been with him. Th last thing he could recall, aside from a black and white panda forcefully taking advantage of him, was the assault on a horde encampment.
* * *
The village was quiet, for the moment, now that the battle on the coast had subsided. The alliance had come patched up their wounded, those they could find, and made their way inland. The jungles surrounding the village to the East had been their next destination. None of it mattered to Suel and Sambas where they sat or lay respectively. They had watched a small contingent of the king's finest carry their friend, master, and lover, into a small building and left him there in the care of Chen Stormstout and his niece Lili. Chen ventured from Orgrimmar to Stormwind for many chance meetings with King Varian Wrynn. The King was not known to be kind to creatures that weren't human but times changed. When Greymane had sought the help of the Night Elves; Varian had been reluctant to let the worgen back into the alliance. Worg form not withstanding considering the Gilnean's had walled themselves off from the rest of Lordaeron. If not for Arthas...
Suel looked up in time to see Chen and Lili leave from the building. Being the Wolvar had stayed hidden, from most of the soldiers, in cat form he could smell the fresh familiar scent of Huttser. He shook his head in silence then moved to Sambas and nudged him.
"I think he may be awake." Suel grunted. "From the scent of the cub that passed, I'd say she either took advantage of him or he felt he should repay her kindness."
"Knowing him, he probably couldn't control his little soldier again and she made the pounce." Sambas jested. Suel smirked and strolled along the wall of the building followed closely by Sambas. The lion stood out in the foreign town, specifically with his size. Suel was small enough to blend in even if he didn't have to knowing he would be treated like a hunter's pet if not like any other druid that fought in each war. For someone to find out he was a Wolvar from the frozen wastes of Dragon Blight could cause a stir, to put it mildly.
The two stopped short as a soldier ran passed and into the dwelling.
"I have urgent orders for you, sir." The soldier said crisply.
"What is it, soldier?"
"It's a set of instructions handed from on high that is to be acted on in haste, but that's not important right now." Suel and Sambas couldn't help but snicker at the literality of the solder wondering if he was serious or just being a comedian. "You're to look for the wreckage of the white pawn's ship."
"It's good to see some of you have a sense of humor." Huttser growled getting up and walking out the door.
"Sir?" the soldier questioned following close. "I don't understand what you mean."
Huttser stopped short and sighed bowing his head with his ears flattening against his head. "Never mind, soldier, send word that I'll be reporting to your superior after I've located the wreak and any signs of what's happened to the White Pawn."
"Yes sir." The soldier said with a crisp salute then ran off into the sleepy little village. Huttser looked over at his friends and winced dropping to his knee. Suel and Huttser were by his side in an instant.
"Easy, master." Sambas urged nudging into the Worgen's side. "You barely survived that blast a day ago."
"Have I been out that long?"
"The alliance needs to be a little more careful when blowing shit up." Suel growled. "They didn't even use the sign 'danger close'"
Huttser nodded in agreement but was barely able to speak with the pain coursing through him. It took a moment for his mind to function enough to remember that Suel had healing capabilities.
"Suel... what would it take... for you to... heal me?" Huttser managed to gasp.
"Someplace we won't be interrupted. My mentor taught me the healing spells but not the way he could cast them."
Huttser nodded then held onto Sambas for support as they headed to the east of the village and into the dense jungle. It was eerily quiet amid the bamboo stalks. As soon as they felt they were alone Suel transformed into his natural Wolvar form. He stood looking over Huttser in his natural glory. He never liked clothing even when the tribe he came from had armor fashioned from the local fauna.
"Sambas, lay on your back and let Huttser lay on you." The druid ordered softly. Sambas nodded then laid down as commanded. Huttser did as instructed by laying longwise in a lover's embrace with his pet. Suel smiled and moved to the Worgen's hips. He knelt till he was on both knees before leaning to lick his friends exposed star. Huttser moaned and whimpered as his shaft had once again become erect. With some effort, the worgen moved to slide his erection slowly into the lion under him. Sambas growled longingly. With a huff Sambas pulled his master into a passionate kiss. The hunter wrapped his arms around the lion's neck and pulled tighter into the kiss pressing his tongue deep in the creature's maw. Suel smiled when looked up to see the two. They were more lovers than pet and master even if many didn't see it as such.
Huttser's tight hole had been prepared for the druid's attempt to use his healing spell the only way he'd been taught. The Wolvar stroked himself with on hand while blowing an incantation into the other. The warm tingle of his stroking hand mad it hard to concentrate on the incantation. He stopped a moment to catch his breath before pressing his pulsing member into his friend's soft interior. The feeling passed into Huttser causing his own shaft to thicken and tie with Sambas. The pressure the lion felt caused him to cling to his master as wave after wave of thick seed matted their fur. Huttser panted into the kiss unable to hump the feline anymore. The hunter wanted release but could only wait in anticipation as the tension mounted. His moans escalated into cries of passion and panting. The Wolvar panted with each thrust trying to fill Huttser with his healing spell. He had to be careful not to press his shaft too far in and become tied. He didn't want to wait for an hour while unprotected in a new land. Nature had other plans for him. Every thrust came with faster thrusts that would press the knot partway in to the whines of the Worgen. Huttser had enjoyed those moments they'd been tied but he too worried about their current predicament. Suel's muscles twitched and rippled beneath his fur. His fur stood on end to cool him down in the muggy jungle and preventing himself from overheating in the heat of passion.
"OH GODS!" the druid cried out slamming his knot deep in Huttser and filling the hunter with his spell of healing. With this pressure Huttser growled in relief when his own seed filled his faithful pet. Sambas panted and kissed his master longingly spouting more of his own shot sticky seed between them.
The thicket around them rustled with a clamor from all sides. The group looked around alert but unable to react in their predicament. The noise only grew with an uneasy tension that made them catch a collective breath in hoes they wouldn't be discovered.
"Ook, me think there was a noise over here." Cried a strange voice. The sounds drew closer then moved in a different direction.
"What make you think there be a noise over here, duker."
"I heard noise like wounded human."
The bamboo parted next to the three and showed a surprised creature that looked like a form of monkey or ape.
"What you stop for?" growled a voice from behind the being. "Move!"
The first one didn't move at first but went flying revealing another creature behind it. The second one had kicked the first one over top of them before walking up to them.
"What we here?" the second one mused rubbing his chin. "What be you, speak."
"No, we take them to camp then then they talk. We can torture there."
"We can answer anything you want." Huttser offered. The first one took his fist and slammed it on Huttser's head. Th hunter flinched but didn't wince. The hit was just a warning.
"Torture first, then talk. Rush torture, ruin torture." The being growled walking away to bring more.
* * *
The situation looked to be getting worse with each passing day on the land once hidden by mists. The dragon aspect had been asked to stay home and help with the cubs that Suel and Sapphire had sired. He hadn't been one for playing nurturer and longed for a sense of adventure. It had hurt for his lover and husband, Huttser, to have left on a quest for King Varian and not be brought along. It was understood that the Alliance did not look kindly on the form he had chosen, a blood elf. Yet, they would come to accept him being a dragon aspect of the red dragon flight.
The dragon watched Huttser and the others get taken by the natives. It would be possible to help them before they got too far but he felt they all needed to be taught a lesson. Huttser for leaving him at home, Suel for his little fun during the battle of Gilneas, and Sambas for guilty by association. Sambas would be offered a reprieve after they'd been rescued as he was still innocent, enough. For now they would be tortured by the tribe while the aspect watched ready to say they'd had enough.