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"Excuse me?" the flimsy mage across the counter asked.

"It's what ye heard, buddy," the worgen replied. He flashed the mage a grin that had the secondary purpose of showing the large array of pointy teeth adorning his long snout as he leaned further onto the counter separating the two.

"Everyone in this sorry excuse for a town pays it," the worgen continued to elaborate for the new shopkeeper. "The people o' Southshore are all mighty fuckin' grateful to my boss, Daggerfang, for all the protection he and his crew, which would be us, grant this shitty town."

As he spoke, the worgen pointed a sharp-clawed finger at himself, then at his companion. While Bloodsoak, as he liked to be called, had brown fur, his companion, Hardbite, was more towards the gray side. Both of them wore leather armor over their regular clothes and proud the insignias of the Daggerfang gang on their sleeves.

The draenei mage's frown deepened. Bloodsoak saw the mage's eyes study him, then trail towards his companion that was busy walking around the shop to look and sniff at things while Bloodsoak worked. The worgen knew that look. The puny mage was judging if the things the worgen was telling him were genuine. They were... in a way.

"So you're telling me," the stuffy mage finally said, "that I need to pay you and your gang of thugs a gold fee to 'protect' my shop from robbers that might be after my earned gold?"

"Yep."

"And how's that different from being robbed in the first place?"

That's when Bloodsoak's grin grew wider. He loved it when they asked that. He exchanged a look with his worgen companion who grinned all the same.

"Well, for starters, robbers that broke into yer shop would prolly break all yer stuff while they rob ya."

Right on cue, just as the outraged mage was opening his mouth to reply, the sound of shattering glass filled the air. Bloodsoak's grin only widened even further, but the mage gasped and rushed around the counter.

"Woops!" his companion said, giggling.

"You fool! That was an arcane globe of high value!"

It was hella funny to see the draenei's face grow red in anger over the sparkling glass on the floor. Bloodsoak didn't even know draenei could grow red.

"That's what I'm sayin' though," Bloodsoak continued before the mage could yell any more. "Shit happens. Ye pay us, we keep ya and yer frilly stuff safe. All the shops in town pay us for protection."

The mage turned back towards him staring daggers. They had exchanged names when they had arrived, but truth be told, Bloodsoak cared so little about him that he had already forgotten what the mage's name was. The worgen was no fool, though. He knew that was the most sensitive part of 'convincing' a new shopkeeper to pay the Daggerfang fee.

"Ye can do this the easy way. Give us the monthly fee and ye won't see or hear from us 'till it's time to pay again next month. Or... if ye wanna do it the hard way and refuse..." Bloodsoak placed a paw upon the hilt of his dagger by his waist. His companion did the same. "Well, we can't guarantee yer shop won't be completely trashed. An' sometimes the robbers take a likin' to beating the owners too. Tragic stuff, really..."

The worgen's grin never wavered. The mage still looked furious, but at least he seemed wise enough not to try anything funny.

"I just opened my business," the mage said, clearly containing the outrage in his voice. "If I have to pay a fee of thirty gold per month, there's no way a magic shop can stay lucrative in a small town such as this!"

Bloodsoak shrugged.

"That sounds like it's yer problem, not ours, eh?" Hardbite chimed in with a chuckle. "Besides, if ye don't make up yer mind soon, my clumsy arms might- oops!"

Hardbite used a paw to downright push another one of those glowy purple globes off its shelf. This time, however, the mage saw it, and the way the skinny draenei jumped down to grab the globe before it shattered on the ground set both worgen into a bout of laughter.

The draenei, however, wasn't laughing. He stood up with the globe in hand and stomped his foot on the ground.

"THAT'S IT!" the mage yelled.

He raised his hands and, in a heartbeat, both worgens had their daggers drawn and pointing towards the mage in reaction to it. That seemed to be enough to stop him. The draenei froze and looked between the two, eyes still brimming with anger.

"Someone needs to teach you greedy mutts a lesson," the draenei hissed. The word 'mutt' drew a frown from both worgen. They looked at each other and Bloodsoak and Hardbite needed no words exchanged to come to the agreement that they'd break a few more things before leaving with their gold.

"I was hoping to settle down. To leave a peaceful life with my shop in a small town, but this? You have messed with the wrong mage. If only you knew who you are threatening..."

Bloodsoak snorted. He tightened the grip of his dagger in his hand and glanced towards his companion. The two worgens stepped around the mage, surrounding him.

"Oh, buddy, have you seen the size o' the blacksmith by the edge of town? He couldn't fight us off and a skinny mage such as yerself certainly can't, either."

Hardbite smiled. "We're just gonna beat ye up a little bit before we take yer gold to make next month's transaction more smooth, eh?"

The mage's frown deepened. "I am sure the blacksmith wasn't a specialist in arcane curses. If gold is what you and your gang are after..."

The three remained in that stalemate for a few seconds longer, the mage between both worgens with their weapons pointed at him. Neither made the first move, so Bloodsoak decided he'd take matters into his own hands and jumped forward towards the draenei.

There was a bright flash of light out of nowhere and suddenly...

...

Bloodsoak was standing on the streets. The worgen blinked, gasping in sudden confusion, but as he looked around, everything looked... normal. Hardbite was right there in front of him, the other worgen blinking and looking just as confused for a moment before their eyes focused on each other.

"What the-" Bloodsoak started asking, but then he realized he had been holding on to something. It was heavy, in fact. He lifted it up and looked down at... a large sack of gold. Both worgens looked down at it.

"By the fuckin' Light!" Hardbite exclaimed. "That's gotta be way more than thirty gold in there!"

From the way the sack jingled as Bloodsoak shook it, it was clearly filled with coins. It had the weight to match it, too. The worgen was quick to open its cord and, when he opened it, both worgen looked inside...

It was indeed gold. It was filled with the most beautiful, shiny pieces of gold Bloodsoak had ever seen in his life. Hastily, the worgen set the sack of gold on the ground and crouched down to grab a handful of it. His partner seemed to have the same idea, each grabbing a paw full of shiny gold coins and grinning at each other. There had to be at least... what? A hundred gold in there? Two hundred maybe?

Bloodsoak felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him. The gold coins on his paw felt wonderful. The circular shape of the coins, the smooth, shiny metal texture, even the smell! The worgen leaned in and sniffed. With his sensitive nose, he could grasp the metallic tang of the telling smell of sweet, sweet gold.

The worgen felt an urge to grab more gold from the sack. He put his paw in there to take more, but when he looked up, he was struck with a weird sight.

Hardbite was obviously feeling the same way because his worgen companion was... rubbing his muzzle against the gold in his paw. He had his eyes closed and he made the most pathetic little moaning sounds as he rubbed the gold coins against his snout. The strange sight made Bloodsoak realize that they were messing with a sack of gold in the middle of the street. Two humans on the other side had stopped to look at them, but of course, everyone in town knew that they belonged to the Daggerfang gang and none would dare mess with them. Still, they had a reputation to uphold!

Bloodsoak shoved the gold back in the sack and slapped Hardbite right across the face.

"What the fuck are ye doin'?!"

The other worgen yelped at the slap. A reactive growl came to Hardbite's face, but he blinked a few times and seemed to, at least, notice what he was doing.

"Uhh-" the other worgen stammered, but before he could say anything else, Bloodsoak himself growled at him.

"Put the fuckin' gold back! How did we even get this? I thought we were gonna beat up that fuckin'..."

Bloodsoak stopped. He looked at the shop and then, where his memories faltered, he started remembering. Or, at least, he thought he remembered. A faint memory of the draenei begging them not to beat him came, or at least he could remember the mage saying that, and then the promise of paying three times what they were asking if they left him alone...

"I think we made 'im pay," Hardbite said scratching his head. "Yeah... yeah, he pissed his pants beggin' and gave us gold... right?"

Bloodsoak frowned. Try as he might, he couldn't remember what happened vividly, but that sounded right... and they did have the gold in their hands. A sweet amount of gold that would make their boss mighty happy with them too.

"Must've been," the worgen nodded. He grinned. "Now that we know the mage's a fuckin' pushover, we can charge 'im triple next time as well."

Hardbite grinned at that. "Fuck yeah! The boss' gonna be so fuckin'-"

"Shush!" Bloodsoak cut the other worgen, lunging forward to snap his yapping maw shut. "What if... we tell the boss we got only a lil' more than he asked and kept the rest? It's, like, a personal fee for a job well done. I mean, as long as none 'o us tells..."

Hardbite's ears lowered themselves for a moment, but then he smiled. Bloodsoak slowly let go of his and they both nodded at each other grinning again.

"C'mon. We've got a couple more shops to collect from."

With their hefty sack of gold, both worgen headed off to the next shop. As he carried it, though, Bloodsoak found himself glancing down towards the bag more often than usual. He was so very eager to open the sack again, to count the gold to see exactly how much they'd earned, to feel it against his fur again... The worgen shifted a little as he walked. The thought of that gold not quite leaving his head and, the more he thought about it, the more he felt all hot inside. With annoyance, Bloodsoak looked up at the hot sun cursing its heat as the only possible source.

The run through the other shops was uneventful. They had four more to go through in that area and the two Daggerfang worgen were well-known. Both Bloodsoak and Hardbite always had a good time making the meek shop owners pay their monthly dues, but all of the usual ones already knew the deal, so they just had the gold ready. Most of them just wanted the pair of worgens out of their shop as quick as possible.

Because of that, it was usually not the most entertaining activity, but something was different that day. The herbalist counted the gold coins one by one in front of them before putting them down in a sack and, as Bloodsoak stared at those pretty round pieces piling up over the wooden counter, he found himself panting. The human almost pissed his pants when Bloodsoak growled out loud and grabbed his shirt for the simple fact that, all of a sudden, the human's arm had come to wipe and drag all the gold from the counter out of his sight and into the sack that was meant for them.

Reluctantly, Bloodsoak let the human go, but he couldn't shake the feeling of being hot and bothered by it. He grabbed the sack of gold and growled at the human to count faster next time before he stomped out of the shop with his companion.

When they got to the blacksmith, Bloodsoak felt a hard pang of jealousy when Hardbite was the one that got the pouch of gold in his paw. Watching the other worgen open it and shove his hand in there... Bloodsoak's heart started racing just watching it. He felt hotter and hotter, and only then did he notice that Hardbite too let out a downright weird moan when he rattled the coins in the pouch with his paw.

Bloodsoak couldn't help at least approaching to look inside and, just as before, the beautiful, round gold was just... perfection. The worgen barely noticed his own panting anymore as he stared, but he did notice how uncomfortable his slacks were becoming. In the end, it was still Bloodsoak that had to slap the daze out of Hardbite so that they could move on to the other shops and finally be done with the collecting so that they could return to their den.

The last two collections were just as painful. Watching that gold made Bloodsoak actively whine with need and, every time it got shoved into a boring sack, he felt his heart ache again, but knowing he had the sacks of gold in his possession made him feel better. Both he and Hardbite said nothing to each other, but they seemed to have come to an understanding as to why they had to keep a brisk pace back to the Daggerfang hideout.

Both worgens made their way past the usual Daggerfangs guarding the entrance. Bloodsoak led the way and, together, the worgens reached one of the back rooms and were relieved to see that the boss was nowhere to be found. They both grinned at each other.

The room was dark and damp. As a lounging room of sorts, it had little more than an old couch off to the side and a table at the corner, which was their main interest. Both worgens pretty much ran to it and deposited their small pouches of gold over it alongside the bigger sack they had gotten from the foolish mage. Just the rattle of the gold coins hitting the table was enough to make Bloodsoak's tongue hang out of his muzzle. He had never felt so hot and, as his clawed fingers made their way to the lace keeping the big sack of gold open, he hesitated.

He stopped to think for a moment. Why was he so eager to see the gold? Why did he feel so incredibly hot all over? Why did his pants feel so tight? When he glanced down, he realized for the first time that he had a bulge with the outline of his erection pretty much showing down his leg. Not only that, but his pants were wet with a stain of what had to be pre-cum. Bloodsoak realized he wasn't feeling just hot, but also aroused. Aroused beyond belief. Why...?

"OPEN IT!" Hardbite yelled with a growl. The other worgen slammed his paws on the table and, startled by it, Bloodsoak looked at his companion. For the first time, he noticed that Hardbite had the same problem. The outline of his dick could be seen all the way to the base where even a faint outline of his knot was showing. The stain in his pants was obvious too, but what really bothered Bloodsoak was his eyes.

Hardbite was staring at him with hunger. The other worgen looked almost feral. It reminded Bloodsoak of the first worgens, those that couldn't control their feral instincts. As he struggled to make sense of things for a moment, Hardbite growled louder at him.

"OPEN!" he shouted again. This time, however, Bloodsoak showed his sharp teeth back at his companion and growled back.

"Shut up! Do you want the boss hearin' us and coming here to see all this gold we were supposed to deliver straight to 'im?!"

His companion flinched when he growled back at him. Hardbite wasn't usually that assertive in the first place. When the other worgen's eyes shifted down to the sack of gold, however, his growling returned.

"There- there's somethin' wrong, I reckon'," Bloodsoak said with some hesitation. "I dunno why-"

At that point, he got interrupted by a whine. Hardbite clearly couldn't take the wait anymore. The crazed worgen swiped at the sack of gold with his claws and, ripping a part of its side, a few of the shiny gold coins poured out. Both worgens looked down to see them, and as the gold glimmered against the light of the candles illuminating the room...

Bloodsoak felt like howling.

The sight of the gold was too much. All thinking went down the drain as both worgens scrambled together to open the sack and, once it did, they toppled it to the side to see a big rush of beautiful gold coins just pouring out over the table. They leaned over the table, grabbing a handful of gold coins each and moaning together as they brought it up to their muzzles to just feel the gold against their fur...

The touch of it was too much. Bloodsoak found himself lost in a sea of his own desire. He held the gold in front of his eyes and found himself drowning in euphoria just from looking at it. He could touch it, he could smell it... the worgen even drew his tongue out and licked one of the coins. That act sent a jolt of pleasure down his spine that went down over his body all the way to...

He couldn't contain it any longer! The worgen stood up straight and, growling like a feral dog, pretty much ripped his belt out of his body so that he could quickly push his pants down and step out of them. It felt amazing. He was free!

The worgen's cock, hard as a rock, stood in full attention. The tapered, canine-shaped member was of a deep red color jutting from his sheath, knot fully formed at the base and everything. Bloodsoak had never felt so aroused in his life and, in his crazed state, all he knew was that he had to feel it. He had to feel the gold against the source of his pleasure, he had to!

As the worgen placed both paws on the table to lift himself enough so that he could get his dick up there, he looked up and saw that Hardbite had had the same idea. Kind of.

His worgen companion was moaning out loud. Hardbite had also discarded his pants, although his laid completely destroyed in rags and pieces of what they once were, and the other worgen seemed to be happy to grab the sack of gold from behind and place his dick on top of it. Hardbite moaned even louder as, holding the sack as if it were a bitch's hips, he thrust his canine cock on top of it. The gold coins rattled inside as the worgen humped it and that alone seemed to be enough for Hardbite to moan more. The worgen's expression was blank. His eyes were unfocused, but he had a wide, dumb smile plastered all over his panting muzzle as he fucked the sack of coins.

Something in the far back of Bloodsoak's mind made him feel unease at the sight. As if something was definitely wrong with it, but in truth, he was too busy to care. Too busy with his own arousal as he looked down at all the gold spread over the table with even more of it pouring out from the open sack that his companion was fucking.

Bloodsoak almost climbed up on the table. He brought a pile of gold close to the edge and shoved his dick against the golden coins. The moment the gold touched the sensitive red surface of his cock the worgen whimpered with pure joy. It was the most pleasant feeling he had ever felt in his life.

Gold! Gold. Gold. Gold. Gold was everything. He loved gold. The sight of its glimmer as his cock ground against it made the worgen's member throb. His pre-cum was getting all over the coins, which was a shame as it stopped him from seeing their full glory. It made Bloodsoak whimper. All he knew was that he needed pleasure. He needed gold!

The worgen's large paw wrapped around his member. He started stroking it, moaning with pleasure as he did and still humping against the gold coins on the table at the same time. With his other paw, the worgen grabbed a handful of coins and held them against the tip of his cock, grinding it against them, feeling the incredible sensations that they brought to his cock.

Both worgens panted like dogs. They glanced up at each other for a moment and saw that they were both fucking the gold over the table like feral dogs. Both of their expressions, however, were void of anything but sheer, mindless pleasure. No thoughts, no anything, just pleasure! Bloodsoak felt his cock throbbing in his hand, his knot growing larger, the pleasure reaching its peak as he pressed the gold against his member...

But Hardbite beat him to it. The other worgen leaned forward over the sack of gold he was fucking and let out a moan mixed with a howl as, all of a sudden, the worgen started shooting his seed. It went far, a string of cum splashing over the table and all their gold as the worgen came, shooting jet after jet of his seed over it.

The sight of a single gold coin almost completely covered in cum caught Bloodsoak's eye while his companion was still climaxing. A pang of unreasonable sorrow hit the worgen over the thought of the gold's glimmer hidden by the other worgen's cum. He needed to wipe it off, but his hands were busy with his own pleasure that was about to spike, so in what felt like a completely natural move, Bloodsoak leaned forward and just use his tongue to lick the other worgen's cum from the gold coin. One lap was all it took. The salty taste on his tongue didn't even register, for all he cared about was that the shiny glimmer of the golden coin was restored as it was cleaned out. Seeing that coin, sitting there among many, all of them with such resplendent glory, was what pushed him over the edge as well.

Bloodsoak was less subtle. He downright howled as he came, grinding the gold against his cock as he shot all over his own paw full of them. His cum got all over the table as well, drenching the gold in it, and the pleasure?

The pleasure was beyond anything he had ever imagined. The worgen's mind went absolutely blank as his body was overcome with nothing but pleasure and the shine of gold.

It felt like the longest orgasm of his life. Truth be told, however, Bloodsoak had stopped shooting for a while, but as he kept grinding his cock against the cum-soaked gold, it felt almost as good as if he was still climaxing. From the corner of his eye, he saw Hardbite's paw around his own cock, the other worgen seeming content to keep jerking off to the gold even after cumming, and Bloodsoak himself was no different. The glimmer was just too good, too hot. He could go ten more rounds. A thousand!

"Bloodsoak?!"

A voice calling out to him seemed distant. Bloodsoak pressed the coins harder against his dripping cock, the pleasure mixing with overstimulation. It felt a little uncomfortable, but was discomfort when compared to the beauty of gold?

"BLOODSOAK!"

The worgen panted. His eyes were open, but he could barely see anything. There was nothing but the feeling of gold against his cock and-

"BLOODSOAK!!" A hard slam against the table rattled all the coins in it. The paw that had slammed it drew Bloodsoak's attention just enough so that he could follow it and see its owner.

He was standing right there by the table, right next to both of them. Bloodsoak had it imprinted deep in his mind that his boss' snarling expression meant very bad news so, when he saw the boss snarling, showing his sharp teeth with his one single eye bloodshot with fury and focused on him, something inside Bloodsoak's mind snapped.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE?!" the boss yelled.

Bloodsoak took a step back. The worgen blinked and looked down at his own paw. Only then did he realize, with reason, what he was doing. His cock was still hard, the gold in his paw dripping with his own cum, and in front of them, Hardbite moaned as, not having woken up, the other worgen simply started shooting his second load all over the table while panting like a dog.

Daggerfang, the Daggerfang himself, looked at it with a disgusted expression and took a step back to get away from the shooting worgen. His eye then returned to Bloodsoak, though, and it was absolutely brimming with fury.

All Bloodsoak could do was lower his ears and whine.

"I- I can explain, boss!" he stammered.

He couldn't explain, could he? As his mind raced, he thought about the mage, about the talk of curses... A lantern inside the worgen's head lit up, but as he looked up at Daggerfang, all he saw was the other worgen's footpaw coming... straight to his balls.

The kick made Bloodsoak yowl and fall down in pain. From the corner of his tearing-up eyes, he saw Daggerfang grabbing Hardbite by the scruff and pulling him away from the gold, which made him whine at first but then whimper in confusion.

"I don' wanna hear it!" the boss said. "You two fucking perverts are in here, desecrating MY gold with your fuckin' twisted kinks of whatever! Lookin' like fuckin' feral DOGS while wearing the Daggerfang insignia on your arms! Oh no. You two are gonna get the punishment of a lifetime..."