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Vaun idly kicked his broad paws over the smooth wood of the floor. Despite receiving nothing but kindness from his comrades-in-arms in Ardenweald, some things still made him feel more than a little out of place - such as their great "feasts" after every successful hunt. When he first heard of the practice, it caused a rumble in his stomach and a haze of confusion. The fae didn't eat - what use did they have for feasts? He had his answer though, several.. well, days didn't really happen in Ardenweald. Time didn't much seem to pass - the fae just seemed to rather arbitrarily decide when a new "cycle" began, as if they were all privy to some unspoken, unseen rhythm that Vaun inherently lacked. He simply had to take their word for when one began.

Well, he had his answer three cycles ago, when he had first been invited to join one of the Wild Hunt's great "feasts". He had been graciously warned by Lady Moonberry before arriving that he may want to consume some "mortal nibblings" before arriving, and he was more than glad for the advice, though even if he hadn't eaten, he would've been far too distracted by what he watched to care about his appetite. That first feast, just as now, Vaun watched in awe as the assembled huntsmen wove stories and their own anima together in a dazzling ethereal spectacle that sent the vast hall's great gnarled ceiling alight with spectral lights. Vivid lightshows of retold battles came to life in the space above them all, with the most decorated and successful huntsmen sharing the most grandiose tales of them all.

The sylvar and vorkai spoke in titillating songs of battle and myth and breathed in the vaporous wisps of anima coursing through the air as sustenance - fuel to continue buildings their legends. In this way, Vaun surmised, the Hunt upheld one another, as the most potent gave of their very essence to bolster and empower their kin. Unlike that first feast, though, Vaun was.. more than a little distracted, his eyes not so much locked on the vivid scene in the air above him, but more on the one recanting it. Lord Herne stood, propped up on two of his legs and towering above his assembled fae-kin because of it, clenched fist pressed to his chest as he swept his piercing cobalt-blue gaze over his huntsmen and wove the grandest tale yet, drawing stunned gasps and murmured words of praise beneath his booming voice.

Vaun hadn't forgotten the scene from before, nor the invitation the taur had given him - how could he? Here was a powerful, commanding.. well, he wasn't a man but, he was something, and that something was Vaun's type. The worgen hadn't been able to take his eyes off of him, and every time the vorkai's gaze swept over him at the very end of the table, he found himself getting a little weak in the knees, a little fluttery in the chest. A little stiff in the crotch, too but, that was more now than before. When he allowed his feelings to wander he found he couldn't get his mind off of what might happen in the near future. Sure, Herne wasn't equipped for anything too exciting but, even without something hefty for him to get his paws on he couldn't deny a little bit of a boyish, giddy glee welling up in his stomach at the thought of spending some close, intimate moments with Herne.

Thoughts raced through his head. Thoughts of running his fingers through that gorgeous blue coat. Thoughts of pressing his face against Herne's firm, fuzzy, cream-furred stomach, feeling the vorkai's warmth suffuse his skin under that dense coat of worgen fluff - of his hand gripping his needy co-

"Huntsman?" A voice beside his head and a tap on his shoulder suddenly snapped him from his daydreams, Vaun's eyes going wide as headlamps as he hurriedly glanced around, and then up to find that same figure glancing down at him with an almost concerned look on his face. "Are you well? You did remember to eat before coming tonight, yes?"

The worgen gave a jerky nod, gazing up at him like a lost child before shaking the look from his face.

"Just, ah, a bit preoccupied. Lost in my thoughts, y'know."

Herne curtly nodded, his eye drifting from Vaun's face to somewhere lower. Somewhere Vaun hadn't yet realized was noteworthy. "Ah, I see you enjoyed our tales, yes? Are you feeling that "thrill" now?"

Vaun tilted his head in canine-typical confusion, eyes drifting down to follow Herne's gaze until they landed squarely on his tented loincloth. He quickly squished his thighs together and pressed a hand over the struggling hide flap, dismissing it with a wave before the thought overcame his momentary embarrassment. Oh right. That isn't weird_ here._

"Ah, uh, hhayeah, I guess I am. I was just, mh, thinking about earlier. You'n'me. And what you said."

In the time between Vaun last paying notice and now, the feast had apparently ended, and only a few chatting stragglers remained at the outskirts of the hall while Herne and Vaun talked.

"Hmfh. Thinking about me does this_ to you? I trust that won't become a distraction during hunts, Vaun."_

The worgen's eyes went wide again before Herne let out a dry laugh - the sound seemed almost unfamiliar to him.

"Relax. It was in jest. Truth be told, huntsman, I've been thinking about you as well. Try as I might, even during the feast, I could not spare you from my thoughts. What you've said has truly ensnared_ me."_

Scratching at the scruff in his mane, Vaun shifted his eyes around the room before darting back to Herne's gaze once more. "So, are you ready to, uh, head to your chambers?"

Now it was the vorkai's turn to scan his good eye across the hall. The last chatting pair had wandered out and off, leaving just the two of them behind. "I suppose so. 'Tis rare I have guests, I hope you'll excuse the state of my quarters."

Herne began to trot, his cloven hooves clip-clopping on the dense wood beneath as the pair set off down winding, twisted corridors carved into the great tree above. Vaun took notice of the rooms they passed, the only "doors" being thin sheets of glimmering, translucent silk that barely provided privacy - though, he imagined privacy wasn't something they particularly needed so..

The silk next to him shuffled as Herne stepped inside, Vaun quickly following suit. The Lord's quarters were spartan, and even that may have been a lavish exaggeration; the walls were bare saved an armor and weapons rack. The floor had only a single woven mat of reeds set in the middle while a carved block of hardwood covered in bundled grasses served as his bedding. That was it. He wondered if all vorkai were so martially-minded as to care nothing for personalization or aesthetics. He knew it wasn't a quality fairies shared - he'd talked to Lady Moonberry enough to glean that much. Though, he didn't have much time to ponder, as when his eyes snapped back to the vorkai he'd come to "instruct" he saw the fae stripped bare, the last of his armor set aside on the rack just as Vaun took notice.

Through the thick tufts of steel-blue fur he could see imperfections - nicks and cuts, some deep and some superficial, the armor had covered most of it. Scars of battles won, clearly. Vaun found himself struck by the suddenly-vulnerable state Herne put himself in, just for the worgen. Herne glanced back, his sweeping, curled horns making the gesture look exaggerated, taking notice of the mutt's interested looks.

"Mh, ah. Yes - not many get the chance to see me like this. The marks of victory, I suppose. Would you like to feel them?"

Vaun was almost taken aback by the offer, giving an excited nod as he rushed over to the "bed" Herne was climbing atop of. The vorkai laid himself back, making it easier for the shorter worgen to press his hands up into his fur and almost immediately his fingers began finding rougher patches of flesh where hidden, healed wounds lay buried. His exploration began with Herne's broad, tough chest, the thinner coat yielding to his touch while the tips of his filed claws grazed over a particularly lengthy scar.

"..I don't understand. This is just.. a "shell" for your anima, correct? Wouldn't removing these scars be trivial for you?"

Herne gave a slow nod, softly sighing out and pressing his chest up against the worgen's roaming fingers. "It is, and it would - yes. But, I must admit to some pride in them. I.. enjoy the thought of my body being a testament to my prowess in battle. I - Vaun? I have no scars down there."

Enraptured by the vorkai's words, Vaun hadn't even realized where his other hand was wandering. Lazily it drifted down and down and down until it came to the soft dip in Herne's lower half between haunch and stomach. His fur was luxuriant down there - utterly warm and soft and inviting, with a pleasant, earthy scent drifting up to greet his nose the more he agitated the fluffy coat behind his belly. Realizing what he was doing he began to dart his hand back, only to stop it short and gently scratch, rubbing the flesh beneath while drifting fingers through his bellyfur.

"Hhfh. Hh, I, hhfh. Mnh. I've never had someone touch me there, before. It's, hfh.. pleasing."

Vaun's lips curled into a sly grin. "Is it, now? Describe what you're feeling."

Herne's hands began to clutch at the bedding beneath, ruffling the soft grasses while his gaze faltered and the worgen's hand slipped lower. "It's.. nnfh. Making me feel.. warm? My breathing is - hhfh, faltering, what - hhHhh - are you doing, exactly?"

Lower and lower the worgen's greedy mitt sank until he was pressing gently against the spot where a sheath would be, if Herne was a centaur or dryad. Instead, all he found was a delightfully warm, soft patch of fur that prickled his skin with radiating heat. He scritched and tugged at the fur, massaging that spot while his other hand slid up over Herne's pectorals and mirrored those same insistent, soft touches. The reaction from the vorkai Lord was immediate, his eye blinkered as he sunk back against the wall, murmuring and mewling - he was mewling, because of me Vaun thought - as his back legs idly kicked at the air behind him and his breathing hitched.

"I - mhh, whh, hhhnmh, s-something is, hhfh, wrong? Whhhfh, hhhnfh.."

Vaun shifted closer, pressing his head up against Herne's chest as he softly shushed him, fingers still working at that soft, nulled crotch between the vorkai's flanks as the flexing of the musculature beneath intensified - Herne was beginning to look more like a dog whose "spot" was just discovered than the noble huntmaster from before.

"Shhh~. Does it feel good? Do you like it? Do you want me to keep going?"

The vorkai's long, curled horns banged against the wall as he gave a hearty nod in answer to all three questions asked. The worgen was loving this, but something became quickly apparent to him - he could keep rubbing and groping and eagerly kneading that warm patch of smooth crotch, but without a mechanism for release, Herne could quickly be pushed into the realm of torture rather than bliss - and he didn't want that one bit. Not yet - anyway. He slowly began to cease his scratching, massaging rubs as his hand drifted further up until it rested squarely on the vorkai's back - though not before he took a lengthy snort of Herne's earthy musk right off of it. Vaun gave him ample time to recover as he massaged his back with swirling circular rubs, watching him ease down from his stupor and regain his breathing as those legs ceased flailing and his eye refocused back down to him, with a look on his face somewhere between confusion and desire.

"Wh- what was that? What did you do _ to me, Vaun?"_

"I gave you a belly rub - isn't that part obvious?"

"No - you were not rubbing my "belly", you were rubbing.. somewhere else. Some place back there, yes? ..Between my flanks?"

Vaun gave a slow nod in reply, a smug, self-satisfied look painted on his face. "Back on Azeroth, we have these creatures called Centaurs. Dryads, too. You know that part I showed you earlier? That's where they_ have them - that spot. Looks like you get something out of it too, even if you aren't "equipped" for it."_

Herne let out a slow, collected sigh. "Fascinating. So - if I were one of them, you'd be rubbing my-"

"Yep."

He paused. "... And does it feel that good, for them?"

"Better."

The vorkai gave a concerned huff, though he couldn't deny his curiosity had only grown. He glanced back down at Vaun, noticing that same tent between his thighs.

"I desire to see how much _ better, huntsman. Disrobe."_

"..Wh-"

He barked the order again, though it sounded more playful than commanding. "I said disrobe, huntsman."

Vaun didn't need to be told three times. Fortunately for him, he was basically nude already. A quick toss-aside of the cloak, loincloth, armguards and ankleguards and he was as nude as Herne - with one stark difference. Herne lowered himself down, practically laying flat on the bedding so he could nearly put himself nose to dick with Vaun's exposed canine shaft. He tilted his head, glancing at it from side to side before pressing his snout firmly against the throbbing crimson meat and taking in his scent.

"Does it always smell _ like that?"_

"Wh- is it bad? I bathed yesterday."

Herne took in another musk-tinged huff, his eye briefly shuddering before slowly shaking his head. "Not.. bad. Just - strange. It's almost enticing."

A shiver ran from ears to fluffy tail-tip as Herne huffed out, the hot wash of air making Vaun's length pulse and bob as the sudden sensation rolled over his sensitive flesh. The worgen's toes curled as he watched the vorkai appraise his member, even smell it. He desperately longed to do the same. Before he could get too lost in that fantasy, though, Herne's strong hand coiled around the crimson canine shaft and gave it a too-strong squeeze, prompting Vaun to nearly yelp as his grip darted to Herne's wrist.

"T-too tight, hfh, rgh. J- If you're going to grab it, be more.. gentle. Its tender."

"Gentle.." The word sounded almost foreign to Herne, but he slackened his squeeze all the same, just enough to cut out the pain but leave Vaun keenly aware of the pulsating throbs that new tightness was causing. The worgen let out a soft grunt as a particularly intense jolt of blood through his cock brought with it a dewdrop of clear pre from the tip of his meaty spear. He was about to explain its purpose before Herne's tongue darted out and slurped it right from his shaft, the worgen's head rolling back as he whimpered from that much-needed sensation.

"Wh- hh, y'just - hrfh!" His huffed-out plea died mid-sentence as Herne's lips returned to that tip, tongue working over the hole as he fought to wring out more - which Vaun's body happily obliged him. The mutt's knot was trapped in his sheath, slowly swelling and pulsing with every little lick the vorkai gave that first inch of doggy dickmeat, more and more clear pearls of precum dribbling onto his tongue as that warm saliva began to spill and slide over his fingers and down beneath, coating those hefty worgen nuts idly twitching atop the bedding below. Vaun found himself beginning to pant and whine as the unexpected knob-slobbing was scratching two sore itches; the first being his undoubted lust for Herne - the second was the sheer fact that he hadn't busted a nut since before he came here. Oh he'd tried, but he'd always get interrupted, no matter how secluded a spot he found to fistfuck his dick silly.

Plump thighs spread wide as Vaun's form slinked back until his head was nearly draped off the side of the bed, one hand clutching at one of Herne's horns while the other desperately clawed the grassy bedding beneath for any form of purchase. The vorkai let out pleased little grunts as he worked his tongue back and forth, to and fro, coaxing out more little pearly beads that he happily gulped down, finding the taste vexingly irresistible. He began to notice something else, though - a taste he was most definitely not familiar with, beginning to taint those salty-sweet dribbles of dew he was noisily sucking out of Vaun's cocktip - a slightly saltier, more metallic kind of taste. Herne had to know more. He dipped his hand lower and lower, inadvertently squeezing it around that sheath-snared knot, the sudden clench around that most sensitive of spots making Vaun openly grunt and groan his bliss out to the whole grove of Ardenweald - or at least, any curious fae who might be eavesdropping. His mouth made up the distance where his hand once was, sucking down the full length of Vaun's cock before the knot as huffed and grunted pleas began to ooze from the worgen's throat.

"Hrhfh,, hnnfh, H-Herne, waaiiihhh - wait, I'm ghh, hhhfhh, fffuck.. hrFH!"

Herne's eyes went wide as an unseen eruption of something filled his mouth and cheeks. The taste was like what he was slurping down before, but.. different. Thicker, saltier. The scent made his head swim as Vaun's seed began to ooze out from the loose seal Herne had made with his lips. The vorkai didn't hate it, though. Far from it. He found it strange but cloying, like the scent of a rare flower. He opened up his throat and swallowed it down, loudly, noisily gulping as Vaun howled out his orgasm, those heavy worgen balls below tugging up tight to his crotch and bruching over Herne's chin with every pump of fresh sperm between the Lord's lips.

Gllp.. gllp.. glp

"Hrrfh, ffffHHhhrhfh,, rrrfh.."

By the time his orgasm had peaked, Vaun was a panting, almost-drooling wreck of a mutt. It took him considerable effort to yank himself back up and onto the bed, only to find Herne throat-deep on his dick and looking utterly tranquil for it. He could still feel him sucking and tugging whatever dregs remained stuck in plumbing, and he didn't cease his calf-like suckling until Vaun shakily managed to tug him up by his horns and force his head free of that spent wolfdong. That slowly-shrinking canine dickmeat flopped against Herne's snout, the sight of it sending another splurt of white jizz out and onto his face-fur - practically disappearing into the creamier fluff of his cheeks but being utterly unmistakable as it drooled out across the bridge of his steel-blue snout. The vorkai smacked his lips, tongue slathering across every creamy bead he could find to get more of that taste while his inuqisitive nose pressed right up against the worgen's sheath as it quietly twitched with every little press of flesh against it.

Finally finding the strength in his form to yank himself back into a sitting position, Vaun's hand had drifted down from from Herne's curved, sweeping horns to settle against his cheek, fingers scritching through the thin, fuzzy fluff while the taur regained his senses and shifted a little closer to the mutt.

"Hmmfh.. That was, an interesting experience. Nmh that, taste, it clings to my tongue. Makes my head feel warm, almost. Do all of you mortal "males" produce that drink?"

Vaun was hardly in the right state to answer that question, still collecting his breath after that unexpected throatjob nearly sucked the life out of him - but he still tried regardless._ _

"Y-yeah. Most of 'em. ..Some of the women, too. You, uh - you really seemed to enjoy _ that, huh?"_

Herne nodded, a finger brushing across his snout to collect that errant strand before depositing it on his tongue. "I very much did, Vaun. From the sounds you were making, it almost seemed you were, in pain, though."

"Pain? N- nah. S'just, when you orgasm it kinda.. takes control away from you, for a few moments. Y'make noises, writhe around - it just, it feels that _ good, that you can't help but do it. ..Kinda like how you were, when I was rubbing your crotch, down there."_

The taur paused, glancing back at himself, and then back to Vaun, before slowly nodding. "There's so much more about this that I'd like to learn. And I wouldn't be opposed to tasting that delightfully salty_ juice again. Please, return to my chambers again, on the eve of the next cycle."_

It was Vaun's turn to pause, doing a little mental math in his head. "..So, that'd be -"

"Just, ask Lady Moonberry to provide you with a Faedial, Vaun. It will help you with time, here."

"Eheh, right. Do, uh, you mind if I sleep here, tonight, Herne?"

The vorkai looked puzzled. "You wish to share my chambers? Is there some reason why you cannot return to your own?"

Vaun rubbed hesitantly at the back of his neck, glancing up at Herne's piercing gaze once again. "Its just.. sort of a custom, where I come from, to sleep together after you have sex. Also, if we're still doing that whole "no secrets" thing - I've been dreaming about sleeping on your chest since I first saw you."

The vorkai began to respond but, found an odd sensation welling up within him. Heat, warmth, somewhere deep in his chest. He found his cheeks growing just as hot. "I -," he looked back at Vaun but found himself strangely.. unwilling to deny his request.

"Y-you may, if it pleases you."

Did he just - He shook it off, the worgen climbing in closer to Herne's luxuriant coat and slumping against his firm chest. "G'night, Lord Herne."

That sudden closeness only amplified what he was feeling, forcing that sensation to swell like an overinflated balloon before Herne let loose a snort and slowly slumped down, coiling his lower body up against Vaun.

"G-. ..Good night, Vaun."