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Night had settled over the little village of Lakeshire. Since there was no moon in the sky the only lights came from the torches hanging from the buildings and the furnace of the smithy. No one was about since the local Murlocs took to ravaging what they could while everyone slept. Though there wouldn't be any Murlocs this night since Sambas was keeping watch. He hadn't been allowed in the town's Inn with his master which was a little bothersome since he did enjoy his nights with the Worgen hunter. It was troubling on this night since he had a major hunger for some pleasurable time with some poor beast in the mountain range. He usually did this during the times he wasn't allowed to be with his master.

With a stretch, the muscular lion got to his paws and shook out his shaggy mane before padding silently into the darkness surrounding the sleepy little village. Quickly his eyes adjusted to the night and he opened his maw just enough to try and catch the scent of some feline in heat. What caught his attention though was a somehow familiar scent that he had smelled some time earlier that day.

"Show yourself." He growled lightly. "I know you're there."

"Very well then, lion." Called a soft voice from the shadows. The body that seemed to follow the voice was lithe and gentle looking though not much of a threat in the terms of size.

"I recognize your scent though somehow different now. Tell me was it you who saved my master today, young tigress?"

"Nah, it was not me. If it's like the scent I bear now, then the one who rescued your master is the same creature I am searching for."

"Pray tell, what has he done to you? Why do you search for him?" The tigress sat and placed a paw on her mid-rift looking first at the ground.

"He took my virtue and made off in the night like the thief he is."

"I wish there was something I could do to help. What's it you wish to do when you find him?"

"I want him to stay with me and be the father he needs to be to these cubs." Sambas nodded slowly. It never occurred to him that there were those out there willing to make those who have taken from them pay in any way other than by trying to kill them. It was quite a welcome surprise.

"I'll keep my eyes out for him and come find you if I see him." It was kind of a lie since he wanted to meet the one responsible for freeing his master and reward him in his own way. Sure, he was going to tell her but not before he had his way with him.

The tigress bowed slightly then turned to disappear into the underbrush from whence she came. When The lion was alone again he waited a moment before calling out again.

"You can come out now. She is gone."

"How did you know I was near?" Called a soft voice from the tree behind Sambas.

"Your scent was in the air though she couldn't smell it since she was a little preoccupied with determination to find you but not using her tracking skills of scent." Down from the tree came the druid in a circling pattern until he landed, not in bird form but as the feline he preferred to be on occasion.

"I noticed she had been following me for some time now. I understand her desire to have a father for her cubs but it's not in me to settle down. Not yet."

"Then perhaps I should call her back."

"No, please don't do that. I'll do anything."

"Anything, you say?" The druid had fallen for the lion's ploy. Sure, he wanted to repay the creature for the rescue but for now, he wanted his own way with him and promising not to tell the tigress would have been the only reward he could have given and not been able to have his own way with the creature.

"Anything." The feline replied laying down with his head on his paws. It didn't cross his mind until a moment later when the lion was circling him exactly what he wanted. He would be all too happy to give that up to him provided he was in a better position than on his stomach.

"I think that would do just nicely." The lion said as he leaned down and licked the druid's tail star making sure to use a lot of his saliva if he was going to make a smooth entrance into an already ravaged hole. Sambas grinned to himself noticing the scent of his master on the creature.

"So, you got to have some fun with my master while he was tied up, huh?" It had been a rhetorical question as the druid found out the hard way. The lion had seized by the scruff of the neck making him unable to move and scared as to how the lion was going to proceed. Sambas took a deep breath and relentlessly shoved his already hard shaft deep into the druid causing him to yelp quietly in pain. He couldn't cry out in protest to the massive beast with his scruff caught in the big felines muzzle. The pull on it stretched his fur around his throat restricting him from talking at all and if the lion wasn't careful it would soon strangle the poor creature. He knew how much pressure he could apply before he could kill the druid, but he didn't want to go that far. Just restrained enough to keep him from calling out for help and more than enough to keep him from struggling.

With a slight growl, Sambas pulled out from the druid tightness which was dripping with a little droplet of blood from the dark-furred felines rectum. Not enough to be panicked about just enough to know that the lion was a little too rough. The scent of the blood though was enough to make the lion rethink how he wanted to do this. He didn't feel the poor creature would thank him for being so rough with him. With a change of mind, he let go of the druid's scruff and licked his muzzle.

"Did you have to be so forceful." The smaller feline growled rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't mind the fact that you need some attention. Lord know I love it too but come on be reasonable about it." Fearing he might have been too hurt the creature leaned down and licked at the droplets of blood smeared around his hole.

"Forgive me, I couldn't help myself. I've just been very frustrated today, sexually at that."

"I don't blame you but come on that was a little over the top. Perhaps you would like it the other way."

"What, you mean you mounting me?" The druid nodded slightly and waited for the lion to respond. Sambas thought for a moment and felt it would be a lot better to be mounted instead of doing the mounting. Then a new thought occurred

to him perhaps he could get pleasure both ways.

"Alright." He said laying down in front of the feral. "But you have to be in your true form. I can imagine a nice Night Elf cock in me or even a Worgen like my master. Either way, I'm game." The druid felt a twinge of panic. He was going to have to show his true form which wasn't going to be what the lion expected. Indeed, he was like a Worgen in some respects, mainly the penis. It was going to be a big surprise for the giant feline.

"Actually, I'm neither Night Elf nor Worgen." He replied. The lion was bemused, and it showed on his light features.

"Then what are you, pray tell?"

"I... am a... Wolvar." The young feline said trying to hide under his paws. Sambas just smiled.

"Ah, I've heard tales of such creatures from the north in the land called Dragonblight. This might be fun."

"Then you're not afraid of my true form?"

"I don't see why you're worried about it. What's your name?" The druid was taken aback by the question and wondered if he should err on the side of caution or throw more caution to the wind and tell him his true name.

"Suel." He said licking his lips dryly. He shivered for a moment in the cool night air wondering if he had done the right thing.

"Well, Suel, since you seem to be fond of my master, and I need to thank you properly, why don't you go ahead and have your way with me?" Suel thought this through for a moment though he really didn't want to turn down such a sumptuous offer.

"Very well then. I'll even agree to your terms and change into my true form. I'm sure you wouldn't mind being tied would you."

"Not at all. I enjoy it when I can get it." While the lion wasn't looking Suel transformed into his true form completely naked, as he didn't like to wear clothes. He tended to find them too constricting. Sambas looked back at the druid with a little bit of surprise.

"Oh, my." He cooed hotly. "How delectable. Mind if I have a taste first?" Suel smiled and sat on his knees in front of the giant feline then laid back a bit holding himself up with his arms. Sambas leaned down and licked over the druid sheath hoping to coax the stranger's shaft from its covering. A few licks were all it took before the tip slid forth from the opening swelling as it went and eventually filling the lions eagerly awaiting muzzle. He sucked on it lightly like a little cub trying to get milk from its mother's teat. Suel moaned softly and places a hand on the lion's head running his fingers through his fluffy mane.

Every now and again he would have to grip some of the lion's mane at the intensity. But he was starting to get close and wanted to at least get a nice feel for the lion's tight insides before he let himself go.

"Hold... hold on now. I'm about to... to cum." Suel panted trying to catch his breath going red in the cheeks. Sambas backed off licking his lips and growling lightly loving the salty taste of the druid's pre on his tongue. It took a min for the druid to catch his breath while Sambas turned around and laid down keeping his hind in the air enough for Suel to have some fun without trying to get comfortable.

"Any time you're ready," Sambas said lifting his tail out of the way. Suel took a deep breath then stood up on his knees almost at the perfect height. He placed one hand on Sambas' flank and with the other, he held his engorged member to help guide it into the slightly tight hole eagerly waiting for the Wolvar's thick shaft. Sambas clawed at the ground at the feeling of the druid's penis penetrating him. It was bigger than he had expected but not unwelcome. It took a few moments for him to adjust to the size which was now putting tremendous pressure on his prostate. The Wolvar was finally all the way in and panting at the tightness he was experiencing from the lion. He thought he would have an easy time considering how often he got time with his master.

"Oh, my. Such a tight little kitty."

"You really want tight?" Sambas said with a smile. He tightened his hole around the Wolvar's shaft causing him to wince in pain.

"Very well, I get your point." He replied wincing. Slowly he pulled back out and tried lubing his shaft a little more with some saliva. It went in a lot smoother this time. The feeling of the tight hot lion around his thick member felt so good that he let his tongue loll out the side of his muzzle. Sambas tried forcing himself even more on his shaft but met with resistance as he was fully hilted. Suel waited a little bit before pulling back out again and shoving back in hard making Sambas growl and claw into the ground.

"Now, this is how you fill someone without hurting them," Suel whispered to the lion. It didn't take him too long to find his rhythm sliding in and out of the lion with ease. Both were panting feeling their fur start to heat up from the exertion which easily cooled in the mountain air.

The Wolvar sped up his pace feeling close to the edge again wanting so bad to fill the lion's tight hole with his love. Sambas was growling with the feeling of his prostate being hammered with every thrust. It felt so good that he could swear he was about to burst from his own shaft.

"God, so good." Suel growled "I'm... I'm gonna cum."

Before he could finish saying anything he bent over double, his shaft spewing forth their silvery sticky goodness. There wasn't much room in the tight hole so some of it began to spill out around his cock and falling to the ground. Sambas dug his claws deep into the ground and roared as his own shaft erupted with his thick hot seed matting his fur.

"Grr, Now I need to clean my fur before master finds out."

"Considering you've got Wolvar seed spilling out of your hole you should count yourself lucky if he doesn't notice that."

"I'll take care of that as well. It's not like I'd be able to tell him anything since there is no one in this world able to speak to animals other than druids." Suel pulled out painting the lion's hole with the last waves of seed still pouring from his cock, he had wanted to tie with him, but his hole was too tight for it. Sambas growled at the feeling of his hole closing rapidly and turned to thank the druid, but he was gone. He looked around curious as to where he could have gone to but decided to turn his attention to cleaning himself.

Suel had changed into his bird form and flown off in the waking hours of dawn. As much as he loved to have fun he didn't want to be tied down to anyone or anything afterward, so it was best to just leave.

Back in town Huttser emerged from the Inn and used his whistle to call his friend from the surrounding area. He had hoped he hadn't gone far and would be by his side soon as the caravan was going to be heading up into the pass soon. The road through the Burning Steps was dangerous as the

Black Dragon flight still dwelt in the land as well as the Orcs who didn't hold the truce with the Alliance set forth by Thrall. Their journey was going to take them to Blackrock Mountain which had been at constant war in its depths between Ragnaros with his Dark Iron servants and the late Nefarian with his Orc's. Nefarian had been dealt with long before Deathwing met his end at the Maelstrom. It had been necessary to end him being Deathwing's eldest son.

Huttser felt a shiver run down his spine since he saw what the manic had done to his sister Onyxia. He hadn't been around when she had been taken out years before during the war of the north. The black dragon had brought his sister back to life in a final battle against the heroes of Azeroth. It was not something he really wanted to think about. At last, his memory was interrupted by the sight of his trusty friend.

"There you are." He said patting his pets head. "Ready to head out soon?"

"Ready when you are." Huttser smiled and turned away for a moment to grab his gear when he dropped everything just realizing something. He turned around and looked at his friend.

"Did you just answer me?"

"Depends on if you're asking if I just growled at you. Either way, you really wouldn't understand what I was saying anyway." Huttser tripped over his gear as he tried to back up.

"You just talked!" He exclaimed.

"Wait, you can understand me?" Huttser nodded his head looking around for some explanation. Nothing came to mind other than he must have been dreaming. Quickly he bit his arm. His eyes went wide, and he let out a whimper as a wave of pain shot through him.

"This can't be happening." He said getting to his feet.

"What did you do last night?"

"Well..." Sambas started to speak only to be interrupted by the clearing of a throat.

"I can explain that one." It was the white tigress and she wasn't happy. Huttser turned around and dropped to his knees.

"I must be going crazy."

"Actually, you're not. There had been a rumor going around the woods about the idea that druids could make animals able to talk in common to humans. I thought they were just cub's tales at first but apparently, it's true. The only way that this happens is for a druid to mate with the creature once." She turned to look at Sambas. "You slept with him last night, didn't you?"

"Yes, but I can explain." Sambas tried to defend himself.

"Don't bother. Why do you think I can speak to your master, pet? You promised you would find him not fuck him."

"Wait," Huttser said getting back to his feet. "You slept with a druid last night?"

"Well, to be honest, master, you did as well."

"Wait, what? How is that possible?"

"Who do you think cut you loose from the horde?"

"OK, that explains some things. What about you?" He said turning to the tigress.

"He came to me the other night and took my innocence. Now I'm after him to make him the father of my unborn cubs that he so graciously forced upon me. I should leave you two be and I'll be about my own business."

"Wait. Come with us. He seems interested in us." Sambas spoke up.

"Sambas, I don't think she would come with us. She's a wild animal."

"I'll come with you, but I don't know how the people you come across will take to me."

"Well, that's easy. pretend to be one of Huttser's pets."

"Maybe if I became one of his pets it would be easier.

I see you have a collar on. How did he tame you anyway?"

"Well, it's like this he..." But Huttser cut him off before he could finish.

"You really don't want to know."

"Why not?"

"It's kinda personal." He then turned to look at Sambas and realized something. "You may be able to talk now but considering all the embarrassing things we've done you're not allowed to talk to anyone. Not until we've sat and had a nice long chat."

"Fair enough," Sambas said laying down where he had been sitting.

"So then, are you going to tame me too?" the tigress asked looking up at Huttser. He looked down at her and sighed.

"Not while you are with cubs, but I can at least make it look like your one of my pets." He bent down and reached into a bag he had under his gear and pulled out a collar.

"There is nothing special about this collar. That's not how I tame animals. That and my way of taming them is quite different. So, you might not want to become my pet. It's better to just pretend."

"Alright."

"So, what is your name, pretty thing."

"Sapphire."

"You definitely look like a jewel." Sapphire smiled for a moment. She was frozen in place with fear when she saw a human child round the side of the blacksmiths.

"Huttser, the group is waiting for you. Are you ready to go?"

"I'm coming just give me a moment." The kid left running towards the bridge.

"This feels like it might be a long trip. I hope you know how to fight."

"I was born to fight."