Payment Due
Adray has taken work as a guard for a member of the Cenarion Circle; a druid who wanders Azeroth, gathering samples and healing the earth. But one night at camp, his employer proposes a better payment scheme that he already has...
The scents of the jungle penetrated deep into the worgen's brain as he stood guard. Ever since the transformation, he'd sought to find purpose in his new form. Somewhere he could serve without running into too much danger, but also with enough of a challenge to interest him. Now he had finally found it. Guarding a fellow worgen - a druid at that - as he mended the earth on his travels. It wasn't a particularly well paying job, but it kept him occupied.
Adray adjusted his tunic and let out a sigh, his eyes wandering across the horizon. Most days, his companion would disappear out into the wilds for hours on end, leaving the person who was supposed to be guarding him, to guard the camp instead. The few times Adray had managed to wake up before the druid, he'd shadowed him and just found him performing rituals and gathering samples. A boring venture for a warrior.
Kicking a rock over, the worgen guard huffed. Ashenvale wasn't a place for worgen. Aside from the obvious dangers of orc ambushes, the humidity was far too high. It caused his fur to stick together and it made him look like an unkempt traveller, when he was in fact a very kempt traveller.
As he gazed at the rock, his thoughts were interrupted by a rustling noise behind him. It was Welles the Druid, finally seeing fit to return to camp. "Once more, I bring you plenty of herbs and samples to sort, my good friend!" the brown furred worgen druid said, throwing three sacks into a pile near the campfire. Dusting himself off, he gazed about camp. "You've not done any cleaning?"
"... Cleaning? We're in the middle of a bloody jungle, you grass munching weirdo. What's there to clean? The tents?" Adray protested and rolled his eyes, peering into one of the sacks. He didn't recognize any of the flowers, but his nose liked the smell. "Why am I the one sorting your findings, anyway? Can't the Circle send you an assistant?"
Welles didn't reply, instead taking his staff and gently tapping the logs in the campfire. Seeing embers rise, he took some flint from his satchel and struck it against one of the rocks. It sent sparks out, giving just a little more opportunity for the flames to catch on in the humid weather. "I do believe it's time for dinner, no?"
Dinner was a contentious subject between the pair. Adray enjoyed a good steak, but they were hard to come by in the wild so he had to contend with whatever the druid ate. And Welles... Well, he had a strictly vegetarian diet. It didn't suit the would-be warrior, but he'd stopped complaining after eating his salads for a while.
Bringing out a bowl of mixed vegetables, fruits, and salad, from the storage tent, Welles sat down cross legged by the fire, watching his worgen comrade. As he extended an arm with a bowl of salad to Adray, he also extended a question. "How are you paid?"
"What do you mean? I get a bit of gold from the Circle, once in a while. I don't much care for it, I'm mostly doing this for the experience."
The druid closed his eyes and smiled. "I may be able to pay you in another manner. You've been a good friend to me, these past few months."
Adray didn't catch the tone of his friend's voice at first, but his ears perked once it dawned on him what he was implying. "I- Uh. If... If you want, I certainly wouldn't... object."
Welles' smile grew wider as he stood up. His eyes twinkled in the firelight; it was clear this was something he'd been thinking about for a while, but Adray wasn't about to object. He certainly wasn't unattracted by the wandering druid. He had a handsome face, a good body, and intellect to match. Though he hadn't imagined this was how he'd be propositioned.
Sliding his tunic off, Adray revealed his black furred worgen chest, chiseled by hours upon hours of training. His eyes followed the druid as he made his way around the campfire, kneeling before him and giving his lips a gentle, yet warming kiss. "I have a few ideas of what you might enjoy - trust me"
The worgen guard nodded, feeling his compatriot's hand slide into his pants and gently cup his fuzzy orbs. Another kiss further disarmed any worries he had; he felt safe in the presence of the druid. So safe, that he didn't even notice the subtle green glow that surrounded his hands, nor the vines that were slowly snaking their way up his arms and legs.
When he finally noticed himself being lifted off the ground by the earthen tentacles, he blinked in confusion and let out a soft chuckle. He was aware of the entanglement spell, but had never thought he'd be targeted by it. Though he didn't mind; it made it easier on his arms.
With his partner bound, Welles slid him out of his pants and gave the emerging shaft of the worgen guard a tempting lick. "I'm going to make sure you feel adequately paid for your services, Adray." the druid stated in a sing-song voice, his tongue licking around his lips.
Another lick made Adray shiver; the tentacles tightened slightly to keep him in place, and he felt his legs spread to the sides as a fifth vine snaked between his legs. He didn't pay it much attention until he felt it gently push against his anal sphincter, softly at first, then a bit more insistingly. A sap of some sort seemed to function as a lubricant, and once his sphincter gave way, the worgen let out a moan of pleasure. It felt strange, yet pleasant, as the vine snaked its way inside him, pulsing with magical energies.
And his shaft reacted to the sensations as well. It throbbed, pulsed, and grew to its full size. That was the cue the druid was looking for, and he lowered his worgen muzzle down over the shaft, making Adray gasp again. His pre-cum drippled from the tip of his shaft onto his comrade's tongue as it curled around his tip. It was clearly not the first time the druid had sucked a dick, that much was evident.
Holding his head still, the druid did something Adray hadn't seen coming. He paused and using the vines, began to push against the guard's prostate. Adray's body reacted by thrusting forwards, up into the warm, wet vacuum of Welles' mouth. His eyes almost rolled to the back of his head as he felt the combined pleasures of the prostate stimulation and the druid's mouth working over his cock.
His hands clenched into fists as the vine kept rubbing and massaging his prostate. It was becoming too much; his knot was thick, and his hips were thrusting impatient against the brown furred worgen's mouth. He couldn't hold back much more, and it was clear the druid didn't want him to. With a deft hand movement, the druid expanded the vine inside his friend, creating a sensation of being filled that pushed Adray over the edge.
With a howling moan, the guard shot his seed down the throat of Welles, who drank down as much as he could. It felt as if he rode the orgasm for a century before finally coming down again; his entire body bereft of energy, and his shaft sore from the force of his climax. As the vines lowered him down - and pulled out of him - they retreated into the earth.
Wiping his lips, Welles knelt by his guard and friend. "I would say that's adequate backpay for the past few months, wouldn't you agree?"
Adray barely managed to stammer out a 'absolutely' before passing out with exhaustion, his dreams pleasant and his rest much needed...