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The war was finally over and Deathwing lay at the bottom of

the maelstrom. All of Azeroth was celebrating. Everyone that is except for

Huttser. Huttser was a Worgen hunter from Gilneas. He sat petting his lion

companion, Sambas, beside the fountain in cathedral square and watched the

revelers dance in celebration. It was he and a group of Azeroth's greatest

warriors that had slain the dragon aspect. With the help of Thrall; the former

orc war chief and the other dragon aspects, they managed to prevent the world

from being completely torn asunder by the rage of the destroyer. What a battle

it had been.

For Huttser the nightmare had been over but there remained

one thing he longed for. He wanted to return home to Gilneas which had been

attacked by the undead before he left. No one knew what happened after their

flight from the unprovoked attack. The only thing he could do now was to find

out for himself what remained.

A small human priest walked by and interrupt his thoughts.

She had been there making sure no one would die during the final encounter with

Deathwing.

"Why so sad?" She asked taking a seat beside him. Even

though he still had on his armor from the battle, which had been scorched by a

close call, it smelled of brimstone. The human wrinkled her nose trying not to

smell the sulfur.

"Don't worry about me, my friend." He said looking at her

trying to smile. "I know I should celebrate like everyone else but my heart is

elsewhere at this moment." She giggled and took his furry hand in hers.

"I know you weren't here when we finally defeated Arthas but

you need to understand that we haven't really had a reason to celebrate since

the lich king was removed from power." the priest had been to Icecrown and saw

Arthas's final moments herself. What she hadn't told anyone was the fact that

there was a new lich king. A fallen soldier had taken Arthas's place so that

the scourge wouldn't try and destroy the rest of Azeroth. If anyone were to

find out there would be panic and that could be just as dangerous as anything.

"I'm sorry, Thesis." He said looking downcast. "I know I

wouldn't be here with you had it not been for Tyrande and her followers. But

there is something that I cannot get off my mind. I wish to return to my home

in Gilneas. King Greymane has made no attempt to return and reclaim our lost

city. I want to find out if the city is still intact or if the undead has taken

it over completely. I hope against hope they have not done the same thing to it

that they did to Lordaeron." Lordaeron was now the undead capital called

Undercity. It had once been a beautiful place where Arthas was supposed to rule

as king. All that changed when he used Frostmourne to kill his father, Terenas

Menethil II.

Thesis dropped her smile knowing how Huttser felt. Even her

home had been pillaged first by bandits then again by Blackrock orcs. It seemed

there was no real home left for anyone in Azeroth. The elves found peace among

the forests no matter where they went. The dwarves made their home in the

mountains despite the trogs invading their space. The gnomes, however, were

still fighting for their lost city of Gnomeregan which had been taken over by

Mekgineer Thermaplugg, and then there were the Draenei. The Draenei had been

forced to move from one world to the next and finally crashed on Azeroth in

their ship the Exodar. After they had joined the Alliance they made wherever

they could their home. Mostly they kept to the small remote places of Azuremyst

and Bloodmyst isle not far from Teldrassil where the elven capital of Darnassus

resides. Teldrassil was the elves failed attempt to recreate the world tree to

selfishly regain immortality.

Huttser got up slowly from the bench and looked back at

Thesis with saddened eyes. Before she could say anything more to him he bowed

to her then turned to disappear among the throng. Thesis sighed watching the

figure meld with the crowd. She hoped he would find what he was looking for.

Shaking the thought from her mind she smiled once more and rejoined the

festivities.

* * *

The sun was setting over Elwynn forest as Huttser made his

way through Goldshire to the Lion's Pride Inn. The warm glow from the windows

was very inviting and he was getting tired. Who could blame him? Not more than

several hours ago he had helped take down Deathwing and now a bed would be very

welcome.

Huttser pushed his way through the hanging saloon-like doors

and looked around for a moment trying to see where the Innkeeper was. The

Innkeeper was sitting at the counter at the back of the lodge looking a little

rosy in the cheeks like everyone else sitting around the Inn's tables. The

hunter smiled to himself. This would go well in his favor. Usually, the

Innkeeper didn't allow animals into his establishment but considering all

things he might just be able to get away with it. Huttser could smell the mead

both the bartender and Innkeeper were drinking. It had a sickly sweet smell

meaning they pulled out the good stuff. The smell sent shivers down the

Worgen's spine. Perhaps he should ask for some himself. It just might help him

to sleep easy for once.

"Welcome to the Lion's Pride Inn, Hunter." The Innkeeper

yelled joyously. "Are you looking to rent a room for the night?" Huttser smiled

and nodded keeping his pet close to him yet still hidden from sight.

"I am, and I would like some of your finest stiffest drink

you can spare." The Innkeeper laughed and looked to the bartender who pulled

out a cask of Junglevine wine. Huttser knew how potent that stuff was. He

tended to use it now and then to clean his armor. Graciously he took the cask

in his arms as well as a mug and carried it up the stairs turning back to make

sure his pet was following him. He looked back to the Innkeeper and smiled once

more seeing him turn to the bar and drinking another pint with the barkeeper.

At last, he would get some private time with his trusty companion. The lion

raced up the stairs and waited for his master to follow before entering the

room caddied in the corner. After Huttser sat the cask down on the dresser by

the window he closed the door and bolted it shut. Stretching he pulled off his

armor bit by bit making sure to turn down the lamps keeping the place dim. When

he had taken all his armor off he pulled out a small dish and tapped the cask

filling the tin with the sparkling pink fluid.

"Here you go, Sambas." He said setting the dish in front of

his friend. The lion sniffed once at the liquid then started to lap it up

thirstily. The hunter filled his mug with the wine and took a deep pull from

it. It was quite a rush the second the fluid hit his stomach. His head started

to spin and to keep the rest of the room from spinning he laid down on the bed

grabbing a hold of one of the posters at the corners. He hung partially off the

bed completely naked taking a moment to adjust his growing shaft. It was a

little uncomfortable pressing against the bed as it started to swell bigger and

bigger. He rolled over onto his back and pulled himself fully onto the bed

where he started to stroke his fully erect shaft. Sambas gave a hiccup licking

his lips then looked up at his master and slowly got to his paws. He proceeded

to jump up onto the bed and lick at his master's thick meat with his rough

tongue. Huttser gasped as he took in a deep breath rubbing his hands through

his pet's fur. The lion laid down licking Huttser's furry sack and continuing

to lick over his shaft. The Worgen curled his knees up to his chest and waited

to see what his faithful companion would do. What he expected didn't take long.

The lion licked over his taint then nosed and lapped at his hole. Huttser

shivered with pleasure wanting so much more.

"Good boy." He cooed reaching above his head and grabbing

the pillows to place under his lower back. It made it easier for the lion to

access. With every lick, the lion's saliva would lubricate the Worgen's hole

making it nice and slick.

"I'm ready for you my love." Huttser whimpered and guided

the lion between his legs. The lion straddled over Huttser's chest and pressed

his hard shaft against the lubricated exterior of the Worgen's tight hole.

Huttser moaned at the feeling and hugged Sambas around the neck waiting

impatiently for him to take him. Sambas let out a slight roar and pressed his

shaft more against the Worgen's hole trying to find the center before finally

sinking it deep within not stopping till he hilted deep within. Huttser

shivered and bit his lip trying to adjust to the firmness now violating his

hole. He didn't care about the barbs that tore at his insides, that just made

the experience more fun. It had been so long since they could do this having to

constantly be with other warriors trying to help all of Azeroth.

Sambas leaned down and licked his master's muzzle lovingly

pulling out slowly all the way. Huttser gasped at the feeling as his hole

started to tighten again but not enough that the lion couldn't force himself

back in. Sambas clawed the bedsheets tearing them as he tried to push himself

back in forcing as deep as possible. The Worgen yelped and hugged Sambas

tighter trying to get the lion as deep as possible. The lion hilted him

pressing hard against the prostate deep causing it to start to swell. While being

held lovingly by his master Sambas nipped at his neck making him squirm and

gasp hoping for more.

"That's... that's a good boy," Huttser whispered into the

lion's ear. Still, the lion pushed and pulled pounding hard into the Worgen's

tight interior. With every thrust, Huttser couldn't help but cry out in

pleasure trying not to be too loud since others were trying to sleep in the

other rooms.

Sambas growled and let out small roars as he clawed and tore

the bed itself since the sheets had already been shredded. He seemed to be

enjoying himself too. Huttser tried to quiet him down getting loud again

himself with each new thrust his prostate was now swollen and tender. The lion

licked his muzzle and forced himself to pound the Worgen harder and faster

getting close to filling his master with his feline seed. Huttser was gasping

for air and moaning out trying to grab something to bite down on when Sambas

let out a deep growling roar letting the hunter know what he had just done.

They both collapsed while the lion's hot white seed filled the hunter's tight

insides flowing out the sides once it was past full. Slowly the lion pulled

himself out spilling a wave of seed all over the outside of the Worgen's hole

and then again over his furry balls. Huttser smiled and rolled the lion onto

his back on the other side of the bed grabbing the lion's cock for a moment,

sliding his paw up and down the shaft slicking it up, then sliding it down past

the lion's balls to tease his tail hole lubing it up with the free-flowing

seed.

"My turn," Huttser said with a smile. He got up for a moment

and moved between the lion's hind paws watching the lion's tail swish to and

fro. Sambas's paws her bent at where his wrists would be looking cutely up at

his master now. Huttser rubbed his shaft still slick with the lion's seed and

repositioned himself trying to press against the lion's hole but finding it a

little difficult at first but eventually he found the center of the lion's tail

hole and pushed himself in whimpering at the feeling. The hunter's pre mixed

with the lion's lubricating seed making it easier for him to slide in deeply

hitting at the top of the Worgen's knot. Slowly he pulled out and pushed back

in kissing the lion on his muzzle holding tight around the lion's chest as he

slid in and out with ease. The heat and tightness felt so good he was already

about to cum. Huttser leaned back up and ran his hands through the lion's chest

fur for a moment then began to stroke the lion gently thrusting faster and

faster. He couldn't help himself it felt so good. He wanted more than anything

to keep it going for a while but knew he wasn't going to last very long having

not been able to fulfill the lion or himself over the last couple of months. He

leaned back adjusting his angle pressing against the back walls of the lion's

tight interior and getting even closer. The lion flexed his hole around the

Worgen's cock and stretched back to claw at the wall enjoying himself.

"Oh, god. I'm goanna...I'm gonna..." Huttser couldn't finish

what he was saying as he finished himself off deep in the lion's tight hole.

Before he could cum too much he popped his knot into the hole tieing them both

together. Huttser collapsed onto the lion's chest and nuzzled into his warm

fur. The lion licked over the hunter's head fur and hugged him close with his

claws retracted.

"I love you too my, friend." Huttser crooned softly running

his hand through the lion's chest fur once more slowly falling asleep knowing

it would be sometime before he could pull himself free of the lion. Sambas

didn't care, he loved the feeling of his master deep within him.

What neither of them knew was that there was another feline

watching with green glowing eyes from the branch of a tree just outside the

window. His shaft was firm and hard pressing between the branch and his soft

fur. He watched with glee but his enjoyment was cut short by someone stumbling

out of the Inn. He didn't want Huttser and the lion to know where he was just

because of the sound of a drunkard so he quickly transformed into an eagle and

flew off making sure not to wander too far if he was to follow the Worgen. He

wanted to experience the same thing the lion felt for himself. Even if he had

to follow the hunter to the ends of Azeroth.