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"Mass Healing"

"Where is it you think we shall end up this time?"

"Who cares? As long as there's Asurite there, we must run and claim it."

Revian and Visko stood on the bow of the ship, just to the left of the flapping, fluttering alliance symbol flag that waved in the wind as the vessel slid through the water at top speed; the sheen of blue and gold reflecting off the clear water's surface as they made their way toward their destination. Morrice sat behind them, watching Visko's thick blue tail sway as he turned from side to side, watching the sea rush past them as if it were going to end soon. The salty sea air almost making him feel a bit homesick and in need of returning to Dexter back in Boralus; as the crew was in need of a dedicated healer though, he was opted to go with them. He picked up a newspaper that he found on sale just outside of the Snug Harbor Inn and read it. There was nothing of any particular interest to him, moreso just something to read during the trip. More horde attacks, more casualties. The same old ramblings of war and the call to battle that he had long ago answered. The problem was that once you answer the call, it never seemed to shut up.

"What do you think?"

Morrice's light was somewhat obscured by the draenei's massive shadow and the worgen looked up to stare the brute in his perfectly golden eyes. "Huh?" He asked.

Visko rolled his eyes. "What do you think?" He asked brightly. "About where we're going? Are you excited?"

"Tch..." Morrice pondered rather delicately. "It's just an expedition, there aren't many surprises that way." He said. "But new islands are often interesting to head to. You never know what's on them."

Visko rather obviously fought the urge to giggle and bounced on his hooves. "I know! I think it's so exciting!"

"Will you leave the priest alone?" The elf said with a roll of his eyes. "He's going to have plenty to worry about if we get there and the island is swarming with the Horde."

"I'll be able to manage." Morrice said, looking at the elf. "You seem a little... sour about them."

Revian made a noise like he'd caught his words in his throat, then turned around, letting the wind push his long hair back. "Fuck off." He scoffed.

"He's angry. He had a girl he lost when he became a void..."

"Shut it." Revian snapped at the draenei with a sharp pointing of his finger. "I told you that in confidence, you don't need to go telling everyone about it."

"No, no. I'm curious now." Morrice said, putting his paper on his lap and then crossing one leg over the other. "What happened to this... girl." He pushed a malicious grin to his lips.

Revian growled. "None of your business."

"She left him--"

"Visko! Fuck!"

Morrice couldn't hold back the laugh anymore, he nearly fell out of his chair as Visko stared between them in utter confusion. "What? What did I do?"

Revian looked between the two of them and ran his hands along his slim, cobalt blue face. "Fine. Yes, she left me when I changed. When we were discarded by the Horde for no damned reason." He spit out toward the ocean, only to narrowly avoid the wad come back into his face again. "Better to be rid of the lot of them... casting me out as if I were some sort of... criminal." He growled again.

Morrice smirked a bit and leaned back. "I was more into the fact you had a girl. You seem so uptight that I figured you suffered from blue balls long before your face became blue."

"Says the man dressed in all pink?" The elf scoffed, raising an eyebrow.

Morrice looked at himself; indeed, he wore a tunic made of a pink mageweave cloth, but his thigh-high shorts and tall boots were a dark brown leather, which almost rendered the elf's point moot. "Well, you know what they say..." He said as he drew a large, feathered brimmed hat from under his seat and tipped it over his face. "When the color is in season..."

"That color was never in season..."

"Oy, lads. Sorry t'a break up this meanin'ful conversation, but looks like we got a bit of weather on the horizon and it's movin' in fast."

The trio looked toward the direction they were sailing and in fact saw what looked like a wall of darkness rushing across the ocean for them; in seconds the sunlit day and calm atmosphere was gone, and the frigid chill of an arctic front shook all three of them as darkness fell around the ship and a violent wind nearly reared the boat straight up into the air. All passengers aboard were thrown backwards; casting a Levitation spell, Morrice was able to stop their falls as the boat's immense weight took hold and it came crashing back down into the water with a mighty thud. Morrice shook his head as he got back to his feet. "What in the bloody hell was that?" He asked aloud as he saw Visko help Revian to his feet.

"Not sure...does anybody else notice that the engines aren't... engine-ing?"

Visko had made a point; the sound of silence filled the air around them, the low, consistent rumble from the propellers had gone away, and only the distant sounds of sea birds could be heard from beyond the boat's edge.

"What now?" Revian said aloud as he drew the sword from his sash; it emitted a soft blue glow that illuminated the deck around them as the darkness surrounding them grew thicker and thicker.

A sudden jarring stop had all three of the adventurers suddenly thrown to the ground; the excruciatingly loud screech of wood hitting land and splintering echoed through the air as Visko was flung against the edge of the bow's inner wall, Morrice slid in on top of him and them Revian colliding with them. As the groaning of wood came to a halt, the three of them slowly recovered from their second fall; only for Morrice to point out the obvious: It was raining out, and its sudden onset was a cold one that immediately shocked him to the bone.

"What icy hell is this?" The captain exclaimed as he rushed out to meet them. "I didn'a think we'd be seein' snow this far south."

As the other three rose and looked over the bow and saw that the ship had crashed through a massive barrier of ice surrounding a frozen wasteland beyond the broken, frigid shore. A cold wind whipped across the lot and Morrice hugged himself. "F-Fuck me... I didn't th-think I'd need to pack something heavy."

"Well if you didn't have to wear something which left your ass hanging out, perhaps you wouldn't be so cold." Revian responded snarkily as he hinged the blade over and inspected it briefly before returning it to his sash.

Morrice didn't respond, he simply ignored the elf with a callous grimace which turned to Visko. "You alright, Visko?" He asked.

"Some bumps and bruises, but it is nothing that the light cannot heal." He said with a proud smile.

The worgen smirked. He admired Visko for his strength, even if he wasn't the most experienced, he was still one of the more formidable allies they had on this journey. He turned to the captain; a stocky dwarf with red spiked hair and a beard that was twisted and extended down to his belly. "How long will the repairs take?" He asked.

The captain shot a glance at Morrice like he'd gone off his rocker. "Repairs?" He scoffed at the audacity of such a question. "Listen lad, if I even had enough materials to fix this twisted mass'a metal and wood, this bloody ship would need at most three months of non-stop work of at least fifty dwarves ta even make her seaworthy again. She ain't goin nowhere."

"So what do we do?"

"I'll tell ya what we're gonna do." He said. "I'm gonna try ta salvage as much of this boat as I can, I might be able to make a craft worthy to carry the four of us back to Kul'tiras, but it'll take some time."

"Help me! Hell-llp!"

The cries were heard from just off the ship. The four looked over the port side of the ship to see a goblin running wildly along the shore. As they looked past him, they could see nothing in pursuit. Without warning, Visko leaped over the banister and fell straight down to the ice below, landing with a slippery thud as he hit the ground. "Visko!" Morrice shouted after the draenei as his golden glow faded into the now-torrential snowfall happening just off the ship and making the shoreline more difficult to see. He turned to Revian, then to the captain. "Captain, please have a solution ready by the time we get back. We've got to get Visko back."

"But it's so cold out there and--"

"Now, Revian!"

Revian was taken aback from the sudden bark from the worgen. It was rare that Morrice asserted himself like this, but instead of arguing further, he followed right behind. Throwing down a rope ladder from the deck to the ground, the pair quickly slid down and ran off in pursuit of the draenei before his hoofprints would have a chance to fade. Briefly, Morrice turned his eyes back to the ship, now fading into the snowy blizzard. The feeling crept up on him that he would never see her again...

It didn't take long for the duo to find them; the goblin was half naked in the snow next to Visko. The draenei had lit a small fire to keep him warm, but it did little good. The gash in his upper arm was still bleeding fresh blood, at first alarmed, the goblin seemed to relax some as Morrice approached and used his healing magic to try and repair the gash. "We're friends. Can you speak our language?"

The goblin's face contorted into a bit of an angry expression. "'Course I can understand ya. It don't make us friends, dog."

Morrice looked the goblin over; aside from missing his shirt, he too was wearing very little. A flimsy, light pair of blue pants adorned his legs and his feet had nothing more than sandals to protect them from the cold. "I take it you didn't expect the weather either, hmm?"

"No. I wore this outfit because I wanted to freeze my fuckin' nads off..."

"We are trying to help you." Visko tried to intervene.

"I don't need any of your help!" The goblin said as he slapped the draenei's hand away. "It's useless to even..." He sighed and rolled his eyes.

"What happened? Why are you on this island?"

"Same reason you are, I s'ppose..." The goblin responded. "Azerite. Our detectors jumped off the scale when we found this place."

"You arrived before us, yet you weren't able to secure the Azerite?" Revian asked. "What happened?"

The goblin sighed. "Look... there's this... temple. The island's biggest concentration of Azerite was coming from there, so that's where we investigated..." He rolled his eyes. "Hullen; the dumbass Highmountain bull who came with us triggered some sorta... trap. All of a sudden we're fuckin' dodging arrows being shot at us, darts, poisonous reptiles. You name it! It's a terrible place and I ain't never goin' back..."

"What about your comrade?"

"Comrades..." The goblin corrected. "We also had a dumbass orc with us that just stood there when everything went to shit... I swear he wasn't on the right side of the straight-block if you get my dri--oooowww!" His comments were cut short by the impatient worgen grabbing his ear. "I take it you're a little more open about it." He said with a strained voice through the pain.

"Why should we trust anything you say?" Revian stated calmly, brandishing his blade against the goblin's neck.

"H-hey, let's not lose our heads here." He swallowed. "Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. I'm Drozzle... and I ain't going back to that place, y'hear me?"

"How would we help your friends if you don't show us the way?"

Drozzle scoffed and looked at Visko. "You. Draenei? You want to help us?"

"Sure, why not?" Visko shrugged. "It isn't as if we don't have time, our boat is damaged and we need to wait for repairs."

"If he can repair it." Morrice said before turning to the goblin. "So, your friends. You just going to abandon them like that?"

Drozzle looked a bit more nervous now. "I-It ain't like that." He stammered. "I mean, they're good guys... I guess... but they ended up in that mess. They can get out of it."

"And what if they can't?"

For the first time, Drozzle's head tilted down, unsure as he contemplated the conversation. What else was there to say?

The towering temple wasn't far; just a couple miles beyond the shore, but with Drozzle's misguided directions, it was nearly sunset by the time they had arrived. A towering, icy fortress erected in the middle of the forest; trees were thrown and erupted from the ground surrounding it, showing that it had risen from the ground; and yet the temple itself seemed perpetually untouched by the snowfall that surrounded it.

"There it is..." Drozzle pointed out. "You guys first..." He added nervously.

Morrice rolled his eyes as the four of them made their way up the small staircase toward the massive double doors. Only opened a small crack, wide enough for a goblin to pass through, he could tell that Drozzle wasn't lying about having been here before. Together, he and Visko grabbed the steely edge of the door and pulled it across the marble flooring underneath them, rendering a horrific screech that echoed through the night. Drozzle cringed as Revian put his hands over his large ears while the door cleared the swing. "Right then." The elf said sarcastically as Morrice and Visko returned. "Now that the entire island knows we are here, let's make ourselves at home, shall we?"

Revian stepped through the door first, and as if he were hit by some sort of a brick wall, he stopped in place. "Th-that smell..." He said, his voice suddenly whispery. "Where is that smell coming from?"

The worgen sniffed as he came second and looked around. "What smell?"

He could detect no odors outside of a typical old temple; rotted limestone, moldy intruders, rust and an indistinguishable smell that he couldn't place. It had gotten decidedly warmer in here, which was a comfort, but the glossy stare from the elf concerned him. "Revian?" He asked, but was surprised as Revian started to walk away. Thinking quickly, he grabbed the man's arm. "Revian! Get ahold of yourself!"

"Huh?" The elf's eyes blinked. "Oh... sorry... I--erm..." He pondered for a moment. "What was I doing?"

"You said you smelled something and then you tried walking off..." Visko said. "Are you okay?"

"That's how it started..." Drozzle moaned, clasping his head with his hands. "We all got distracted and got separated... but that shouldn't be... I mean we didn't trip the trap."

"But we opened the door." Morrice said. "Maybe that's how it started?"

"Perhaps." Visko said. "And perhaps we should not go wandering off alone."

"A good idea." Morrice looked at Drozzle. "Drozzle, you and Revian head upstairs. See if you can find anything, you were here before so I hope you know the layout. Visko and I will try to find a way in down here and we will meet up inside."

"But there's no way out..." Drozzle said desperately. "You saw what happened to him, if...

if that happens to any of us--"

"You got out before. We can make it out of here again." Morrice said. "We need to

split up. That's going to be the only way we search this place fast."

The four of them nodded and Revian and Drozzle parted from the group. As the pair of them made their way up the crumbling, broken staircase of stone just beyond the door, Morrice felt the Draenei brush up against his back and place a hand on his shoulder. "Do you think splitting up is a good idea?" He asked.

Morrice was not uninterested in Visko's sudden closeness, but he didn't want it distracting him from his task. He sighed briefly. "Yes, I think so." He said. "Come, let's see what else we can find..."

The temple's entryway seemed to illuminate as Revian and Drozzle made their way into the main corridor upstairs, stone and partial columns that once stood in the entryway were toppled across, leaving only a small gap for the pair to pass through. "So... what is it you smelled?" Drozzle asked.

"Hmm?"

The goblin turned to the elf. "Simple enough question, you said you smelled something and about walked off to who knows where..."

"Oh." A rush of color darkened Revian's cheeks. "I-it just reminded me of something, that's all..."

"What was the smell?"

"Ginger." Revian shrugged. "Sort of reminded me of an old... friend of mine."

"Pretty intense friend, I take it?"

"We were young, it-it happened nearly three hundred years ago..."

"Mmhmm... well I ain't here to judge."

Revian froze a moment as he placed his hands on the doors leading into another chamber, glancing over his shoulder at the goblin he smirked. "Sure you aren't."

He pushed the doors open with a great grunt as it required all of his strength to move the almost slab-like door. The shape of the elf almost impressed the goblin, who watched as the door began to creak open. Finally he decided to lend a hand and push with him. All of a sudden, the door snapped open and both of them let out a shriek of surprise as they stumbled into the adjoining room and turned hard over into a pit of warm water. After a brief moment of splashing, both of them came to the surface, sputtering and coughing loudly; but what they saw shocked the both of them at the same time.

At the edge of the pool, they could see an orc plowing his thick shaft into the ass of a massive tauren leaning over the lip; one of his hooves up and resting on the border of the pool, giving him ample room for an orc cock to ravage him. Their muscles were wet from splashing about in the water, but for the most part, it didn't even seem like they had noticed the two new arrivals.

"Holy fuckin' sonofa---" Drozzle was at a loss for words. "L-Lokhron? Hullen?! What the fuck!?"

A soft tone then filled the room, and a flicker of light as Drozzle's back suddenly went rigid and he grabbed his own crotch. Revian took one look and quickly took a step back, his mouth agape in shock as Drozzle began to tear at his own clothes, as if struggling against some controlling force. He tugged off his pants, his cock growing harder by the second as it swung from left to right in time with the steps he took to get out of them and he slammed his back against the wall behind him, wildly stroking at his cock as drops of precum drained down into the water under him.

"Drozzle, what are you--?!"

Revian was appalled for a moment as he recoiled from it. "Don't forget your happier days, fuckin' your friend. Ya didn't care that he was male; you fucked him till the sun came up on more than one occassion... ya be willing to spread your ass for this one? I can sense the lust growing within ya..."

Revian felt a cold chill shoot up his spine as the voice spoke to him; his senses now flooding with the smell of ginger as the vision around him became foggy, layered with memories as an insatiable feeling of lust crept into his mind. Not even thinking clearly, Revian tore his robe down the center; tearing away at the cinches that kept it together. He eagerly pulled at his trousers until the goblin came over and just-as-enthusiastically tugged at the man's pants until his shaft sprang from its confines. Without a moment's hesitation, Drozzle pulled the cock into his mouth and drank away at the seed dribbling down his lips, messily and wetly glancing up at the elf as he did so.

Revian grabbed Drozzle's head and thrust his shaft inward, nearly choking the goblin in his eagerness. Drozzle compensated though; loosening his throat to swallow the flesh and drive it deeper and deeper into his throat. Revian threw his head back and howled out a moan so loudly that it echoed around the room.

Downstairs, the sounds from above turned up Morrice's ears and he looked to the ceiling as Visko cocked his head. "What is the matter?" He asked.

Morrice looked at the draenei, confused for a moment as he glanced back up. "I'm... not sure..." He said. "I just had a chill crawl down my spine, like I'm missing out on something..."

"In this place, I highly doubt it." Visko said as his hand grazed a strange goblet lodged in the wall. "I mean what is here except old--" His voice faded and Morrice looked at him.

"Visko? You okay?" He asked.

The goblet had begun to glow a strange bluish tint, and the draenei's golden glowing eyes faded to a similar color. Losing all semblance of normal behavior, he silently pulled on the cup and the wall shot up into the roof of the alcove, revealing a passage behind it. Before Morrice could react, Visko stepped through the door and it snapped down behind him, just as the worgen tried to grab it. "VISKO!" He shouted in vain as the rocky wall was once again solid in place; and the goblet Visko had touched was now gone. "Ugh...now what?" He asked himself.

The halls were quiet as Morrice made his way along the following corridor; the sounds from before that he had heard had gone away, leaving him feeling utterly alone. Noticing a strange symbol on one of the adjoining walls that led him closer. As he examined it, he recognized the collection of drawings partly, and squinting his eyes, he could see clearly what it was that had possessed Visko, and likely everyone else.

"Bunswamdi..." He whispered aloud.

Visko's armor had been relieved of his body almost immediately upon entering the large sanctum room that the others were in; a full-blown orgy was taking place, that had he been in his normal mindset, he might have been ashamed or embarrassed to see. But as soon as his cock was freed from his armor, an orc's tusked mouth found it and wrapped it tightly into its vice-like grip. Thick, meaty fingers grasping at the draenei's ass pulled him into the room and soon enough, his hooves were dipping in the now-luminescent waters of the central pool. The water almost pure white as it splashed up over their knees, but didn't get much higher than that. The waters seemed to infuse all of them with a continual and renewed lust. Revian was lifted clean off the ground and slammed against the wall facing the tauren fucking him relentlessly. His fingers sliding down the male's muscular shoulders as his legs twined tight around his back. His eyes rolled back and he howled in extacy; he'd never taken someone quite as enormous as a Highmountain Tauren before, but couldn't really understand why he hadn't done it before. The pair kissed loudly so the majority of the elf's cries were muffled by the thick bull's muzzle. Drozzle, on the other end of the bull was enjoying himself immensely as he dipped his tongue deep into the man's muscular ass, squeezing the firm cheek with one hand while furiously stroking himself with his other. His cock was bigger than one would expect from a goblin; dripping with thick fluids that drained into the water, further adding to its overall potency. The whites and the glowing blues of the water had begun a slow whirlpool swirl that began to spin toward the center; and none of the occupants really seemed to notice or care what was happening.

Suddenly, there was a loud rolling noise as one of the large doors near the other end of the chamber pushed open, revealing a naked and erect worgen entering the room. Morrice grinned as he eyed the men being caught mid-fuck as they turned their eyes toward him. He started into the room and ran his thumb along his tongue, slowly trailing it down through his fur toward his stomach; not stopping, his thumb continued along his thick shaft all the way to the tip before he grabbed at his balls. "Now this is what I call a party..." He said with a playful growl in his throat as he approached the water and stepped down into it and the rolling glow of white began to accumulate around his shins, then his knees and lower thighs as he reached its deepest depth. Fingers and hands reached out to him, grabbing his firm ass and dragging him deeper into the water, pulling him in several directions at once. He turned to see Visko approaching his backside, a thick erection with a glowing ring around the base of his shaft allowing it to be displayed prominently as he pressed it hard against the white fur. "Oh, don't be shy, Visko. You know you've wanted to fuck me the moment we got on that ship." He purred a bit as he swayed his butt a bit and received a throb from the shaft in response.

Visko's cheeks darkened with a draeneic blush and he drove himself harder against the worgen's ass, sandwiching his cock between Morrice's cheeks. Morrice growled and moaned in pleasure before leaning forward. The orc and Drozzle were standing before him, their cocks towering over the priest's lips as he ran his tongue along them and in turn, took each of their shafts into his maw, twirling his tongue around them and indulging the musky, salty flavors they had to offer. Visko's grip tightened and his massive cock crammed past the wolf's ring and plummeting hard inward. Morrice took a moment to howl out and gasp at the sudden gaping hole now in his ass as it stretched even to his own limits, feeling the paladin's balls slam into his own, he returned to the other two shafts, swallowing hard as he moaned at the almost violent way his ass was being treated. "Mmphhhh!" He groaned so loudly that Revian and Hullen stopped during their third mutual orgasm to watch. Slowly the bull let the elf back onto his feet and the two made their way toward the threesome.

Visko let out a gasp, tightening his grip as he came hard into Morrice's wanting ass. Several thick loads struck the back of the worgen's anus before Lokrhon took his queue and slowly slipped his meat from Morrice's maw. He stomped across behind Morrice and pressed his dick hard against Visko's spent shaft. Their swap was almost instant and he didn't feel anything drip free as the orc's member pushed in deep and hard. Morrice grunted as he came hard into the water, shuddering as loads of his own seed shot into the depths as he shared a wet kiss with Visko who then began to baste his spent shaft against the worgen muzzle. Morrice lustily lapping it up in between his times with the goblin.

Drozzle looked at the orc and smirked. "Think he'd take us both?" He asked rhetorically as he withdrew his own cock and grabbed Lokrhon's outstretched hand to climb up atop the worgen. The orc took the brunt of the goblin's weight, but it isn't as though Morrice couldn't have taken it at once. His face was suddenly greeted by Hullen and Revian's shafts and in kind, he took advantage to them as Visko rubbed his re-hardening member on his face. It was dirty, it was messy and it was fun. Morrice's head was almost swimming with lust now, as though he'd just downed thirty flagons of Dwarvish mead and it was only getting better.

Drozzle's cock squeezed into the tight area of Morrice's ass, riding in on the orc's penetrating shaft as he reached his arms back and clung to the muscular neck behind him; their bodies combining as one as they fucked Morrice hard at the same time.

Revian moaned and came hard, shooting load after load of thick seed down Morrice's gullet. Morrice grabbed the elf by the ass and squeezed hard as he swallowed every drop ravenously, as the seed flood ended, he swallowed again and turned his attention to Hullen's cock, tending it just as furiously as the elf's member, he could feel it getting ready to go too. Meanwhile, streams of precum were coming off Visko's cock; if it was another good thing to say about the Draenei sex drive was that it seemed to be endless. He could smell the musky atmosphere and it only got him hard again.

Drozzle came next, throwing his body back and crying out as he shot his cum; first two shots firing deep into Morrice's ass, then several over his back as it slipped free. Lokrhon came a second or two later, all of his cum flooding Morrice's ass and the overspill of three loads in the ass causing it to leak out over his legs and dripping into the water like a waterfall. At last, Hullen came with a deep, booming growl and began to unload his thick, musky seed into Morrice's maw, Morrice had a bit of fun and pulled back some, letting several strokes of cum slap across his face; the sudden coating was what sent Visko over the edge and he again began to pump out white, only to add it to the pool under them. The amount was simply overwhelming, and Morrice was being drenched in so many directions now that he failed to notice the soft sound of someone clapping at the other end of the room.

None of the others seemed to notice, but Morrice saw a massive humanoid rabbit was now seated at the throne on the head of the pool; his golden eyes peering at him with a lustful intent. While his fur was brown in color, he was also covered in glowing golden tattoos; markings of his true form. "Bunswamdi; the loa of lust and fertility." He was called. His balls were thick and round, his cock riding high and true like a ray of light pointing toward the sun as it sat erect above his lap. It took a minute for Morrice to realize that the others were frozen mid-orgasm, and only he was able to see the beast as he righted himself.

"I am impressed." Bunswamdi said. "Out of all the visitors to enter my temple, you are by far the most worthy of my audience. A true feat of one as slutty as yourself."

Morrice grinned, cleaning the mess across his face as though he were putting on warpaint, stroking the seed across his chest and body in long, smooth strokes. "As soon as I realized it was you, I knew I had to meet you." He said as he approached the male bunny, now idly sliding a finger along an intrigued muzzle. With a gesture of his hand, the others under his power took a step back and began to indulge themselves as the worgen approached him.

"Now you have my attention." He said as a sly grin crossed his face.

Morrice didn't skip a beat, his hands grasped the member, causing it to throb, and a slimy trail of white to spill down over the fleshy shaft. The priest couldn't resist and immediately, his tongue met the cock and with a definitive slurp, cleaned the spill from its surface. He opened his maw and let it slip over the tip and slowly down over Bunswamdi's flesh; the rabbit let out an audible moan of approval and he leaned back to let the worgen enjoy the flavor of his musk, the scent of cum and sex flooding his senses as another volley of the man's potent phallus shot down his throat. Morrice growled at the flavor, swallowing it immediately and diving his head down again and again until his saliva coated it. He felt Bunswamdi shudder and glanced up to see the rabbit deep in concentration as the worgen worked his shaft.

"Been some time since somebody sated my lust." He said.

Saying nothing, Morrice simply smirked and pulled the beast closer to him; using it as leverage to drown more of his cock into his throat. He felt it again; the subtle throb and the pulse of heat washing down his throat. Morrice was captivated by the loa, he wanted more and more to feel that cum surging through his body. He quickly stepped up onto each limb of Bunswamdi's throne, only slowly pulling his head away to face the rabbit and lean against his chest; the worgen's smaller body resting just above the titan of a cock that Bunswamdi possessed. He reached back, took hold and slowly dragged his own cock down Bun's torso, lowering himself intently onto the man's lap. Morrice's cock sprang a leak, dripping white drops the moment the rabbit's cock pressed into his hole and in an instant, Bunswamdi grasped the worgen by the hips and thrust upward.

"AHHH!" Morrice howled, his claws scratching loudly against the stone of the throne arms at either of his sides. He gasped and pulled Bunswamdi in for a kiss; the loa did not argue with him, moaning a 'yes' as he kissed the priest wildly, fucking him deep.

Again, and again, Morrice's ass was at the mercy of the wildly fucking loa, who had begun to rhythmically fuck him harder and faster, grappling Morrice's waist and thrusting in again and again, loudly groaning out his pleasure as their bodies pressed together, then apart again. Bunswamdi kissed Morrice, for one deep and powerful breath before releasing his lips, howling out as their saliva drained out in between their faces only briefly as he leaned back and drove himself up so hard that Morrice knew the man was about to puncture his liver somehow.

Grabbing Morrice's shoulders, Bunswamdi began to drive himself up again without letting the worgen bounce on his lap, ramming himself hard into the hilt before quickly getting up and throwing the worgen into the chair face first. Crudely, Bunswamdi spit into his hand and shoved his digits messily into the worgen's ass, playing with it and lapping at the juices flowing from him that the others had left behind. He smooshed Morrice's head downward, drove his back almost straight in line and lined his body up; somehow having grown three feet in height, he could now easily access Morrice's ass from above, and so he did.

Morrice howled at the next penetration; Bun's cock had grown three times its original size and now squeezed into him as if it were sliding into form-fitting spandex. Again and again, Bunswamdi thrust down into him, jackhammering the priest so hard that Morrice could see cracks forming in the stone around him. Before he could object, Morrice felt the chair breaking under them and down to the floor they went. Again Bunswamdi was undeterred; he simply landed into the worgen's body again and continued to slam down into him harder and harder as his growls increased in intensity.

"Awwwooohohoooooo...." Morrice could hardly breathe enough to howl, his body began to shake violently as he came; hard, thick ropes of cum shot into the floor under him, and that was enough to send Bun over the edge as well.

Words could not describe the sounds Bunswamdi made until he belted out a furious "YEEEEEEES!" before unleashing a torrent into the worgen that was so thick, so powerful that it almost shot Morrice clean off his dick, had the bunny's claws had not been so tightly wrapped around his body.

Flood after flood of cum filled the worgen, it was to the point he could almost feel the swelling in his eyeballs, but hearing the wet, gushing slaps behind him told him that even the loa's seed had to go SOMEWHERE as it was ejaculated into his body. It was a radiant warmth, and one that made Morrice cum yet again; though... smaller portions the second and the third time around.

Finally, Morrice collapsed onto the floor as Bunswamdi's seemingly endless orgasm finally began to subside. He felt the loa's claw slowly unclench from his waist and he felt as Bunswamdi fell, well spent into Morrice's body, vanishing into nothing just as quickly as he had appeared.

"Wh-what... what happened?" Drozzle's voice surprised Morrice, who turned to look at the confused goblin while everyone else stared at one another in an awkward silence...

Morrice smirked. "I think you all loosened up... that's all." He teased.

As the small raft carrying the alliance characters pushed out from the bay several hours later, the three of them and the Captain had all noticed that the wintery weather had broken, and that everything on this island seemed to be returning back to normal. From a long distance, Morrice spotted the landing craft belonging to the horde members of their 'party' and after long, awkward glances across the water, their eyes turned away toward their own vessel.

"Think they're going to talk?"

"About what?" Morrice asked the draenei.

"About how we're the biggest group of man-fuckers in all the alliance?"

"Well... I wouldn't say you boys are." Morrice smirked. "I didn't approach Bunswamdi unwillingly."

"It'll just be best to forget the whole thing ever happened."

"On the contrary, Revian..." Morrice said with a grin as he looked back. "I think I'm gonna bring more people here." He chuckled darkly to himself as they sailed off into the sunrise now forming on the eastern horizon.

THE END