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Kelidanya set off immediately to investigating the strength of her new cage, as soon as the sounds of her Horde captors faded into the distance. That was one advantage to being trapped as a lioness: her senses of smell and hearing were unparalleled. The young Night Elf druid paced the enclosure looking for weakness in the walls, making sure to keep her distance from the stall's other occupant. The large, black lion, Gren, lay sprawled out in the middle of the pen, flicking his tail as his eyes followed her. Her own tail twitched nervously under his constant gaze, worried that he might attempt to rape her again. If so, she would be able to fight back, this time.

Though these stables appeared to have been constructed hastily, Kelidanya was disappointed to note that the heavy logs were all but impassable. The gaps between tree trunks let the smallest amount of light through, but the druid was not able to assume any forms small enough to take advantage. She padded over to the gate, which consisted of ten vertical, metal bars, as well as a crossbar that supported the metal latching mechanism. If she could squeeze her arms through the bars and reach the latch, she might be able to sneak out of the stables. She wasn't sure how she would then sneak out of the Crossroads...but at least it would be a start.

The latch was on the other side of the barred door, but from what she had seen, it wasn't locked. If she could just reach through and unlatch it... She lifted herself onto her hind legs, forcing her paws through the narrow bars, trying to grasp at the handle with her extended claws. The latch was designed to keep animals confined, but she was no mere animal. She had to stretch her paws, but she managed to get a single claw around the bar. She pulled, but her paw stretched painfully, unable turn the handle. She'd need to get another claw on the bar, and then...

Kelidanya's concentration suddenly evaporated, as she felt a rough, wet pressure under her tail. She had put her aching, sopping vulva far in the back of her mind, but the friction against those sensitive lips instantly gripped her mind. Startled, she jumped, losing her grip on the latch and twisting her heavy forelimbs between the bars. Her heavy upper body was completely off balance, pressing her against the metal gate. She tried to pull back, but her front legs were firmly wedged. Kelidanya frantically twisted her head around to see that Gren was crouched behind her, sniffing and licking her.

All she could do was groans as pain and shock coursed through her body, the black lion sending another wave of licks across her abused entrance. She had tried to keep any memory of her recent deflowering out of her mind, but it was painfully clear that the scent of Gren's own seed still coating her rump had drawn the lion's interest. And now she was stuck in the gate!

Instinctively, she tried to cover herself with her tail, but the lion just nudged it away. He had free, unrestricted access to her mound, and he was taking every advantage! She shuddered as his sandpaper tongue rasped against her, forcing several more drops of Gren's fluids out of her. Kelidanya tried to pull free again, but with her front legs pinned, she could only pull with her abdomen. Until she could figure out a way to reposition herself, she was trapped.

Kelidanya winced at Gren's unending licks. She had to stop him. Growling loudly in warning, she shifted her hips, dancing away from the lion's muzzle. He ignored her warning, simply following her darting rump, tasting her. As he stepped sideways, her eyes widened. She could see a glimpse of glistening red between his legs! She realized that though she was standing, trapped in the door, her hindquarters were raised and waiting for the aroused lion. If she didn't do something soon, he would surely rape her once more. She shivered, recalling how often the pair of wild lions she had observed had mated. What if she were completely unable to extract herself from the metal gate? How long would it be before the stable master or Zagna came to check on her? Two hours? Ten?

She called out loudly, mewling pitifully, praying that the white Tauren she had seen outside the stables would hear and investigate. She hoped Tauren have good hearing... She tried in vain to ignore Gren, who was now spreading her folds apart with his tongue, probing her insides. Again and again his tongue glided roughly between her sensitive lips, leaving behind his slippery saliva. At least she would be well lubricated when he - no, she shook that thought from her mind.

But ignoring him wouldn't make him go away. Her plaintive cries were either unheard or disregarded. The black lion leapt up, grabbing her flanks tightly in his paws. His grip was awkward, but would be sufficient. Kelidanya clenched her eyes shut, feeling Gren's hips as they pressed up flush with hers. She could feel the heat of his loins against hers, and seconds later, felt his tapered tip touching her sopping entrance. She dug her claws into the soft dirt, bracing herself. His forelegs tensed as he thrust his hips sharply upward.

No! She couldn't allow this mere beast to claim her again. Growling in desperation, she used her forelegs to pull herself toward the gate, swinging her hind legs away from his throbbing cock. Gren grasped at her fleeing rump, but his awkward grip failed. She planted her back paws on the gate itself, temporarily suspended above the ground. Now Kelidanya could finally push away from the door, and she wasted no time. With all the strength she could muster, she leapt away, forcing her front legs painfully back through the bars and twisting her body around in midair.

Startled, Gren jumped back. Kelidanya hit the ground facing her assailant, brandishing her claws with her teeth bared. Now he would pay attention to her growls! She tensed her legs to pounce at him, too frustrated and angry to realize she would be no match for the powerful lion. But instead of fighting back, Gren quickly retreated, cowering, to a corner of the pen, ears so flat against his head that they disappeared in the rough hair of his mane.

The Night Elf hesitated. Attacking him now would accomplish nothing. She shook her head from side to side to clear it, panting for air from her recent exertion. She could feel her heart racing at the near disaster she had barely managed to avoid. She quickly walked to the opposite corner from Gren and lay down on her side.

What could she do? She needed to open that door, but it was hard enough without Gren harassing her. She shuddered to think how close he had come. Lifting a hind leg, she peered down between her legs, grimacing at what she saw. Her fur was matted with dried semen, splattered in all directions from her vulva. When she brushed her mound with a paw, even more fluid spilled out of her. No wonder she smelled appetizing to Gren! She could only imagine what the people behind her in the line for the Crossroads had seen or thought.

She needed to clean herself off. Looking around the pen, she didn't see any water. Where was their water bowl? She reached between her legs with her paw, trying to brush the milky mixture of wet and dry seed from her fur. She managed to dislodge some of it onto the dirt, but not much, and now her paw was sticky too! She flicked her tail. What was she going to do?

Kelidanya growled at her sticky rump, and turned her head to growl at the lion who had done this to her. She hadn't wanted any of this, and now she was trapped behind enemy lines with no apparent means of escape. She could smell the musky odor emanating from between her legs. She had to get rid of that scent if she were going to safely unlatch the door. Summoning all the internal strength she could, Kelidanya licked her paw clean.

If she were still a Night Elf, she would have been blushing furiously. Even as a lioness, she could feel the heat on her cheeks. Humiliated, she ran her tongue between her paws, cleaning away the dirt and semen. The white fluid was salty, but she managed to swallow it down, shuddering. But she knew her paw was just the start. Taking a deep breath, she bent down until her muzzle rested mere inches from the base of her tail. Her paw was nothing compared to the dousing of her rump! She had to close her eyes to begin the disgusting task. Shuddering, she ran her tongue along her inner thigh.

When she pulled her tongue back into her mouth, she almost coughed. The taste was overpowering, and the viscous fluid shifted around in her mouth. She tried to spit it out, opening her mouth and coughing, but all that she accomplished was sending most of the liquid to the front of her tongue, sending some spilling down her chin. She wasn't sure lions could spit. Clenching her eyes shut, she tilted her head back and swallowed.

She could almost feel the fluid as it descended into her stomach. Now both her stomach and womb contained the black lion's seed. She refused to look at Gren, knowing he was watching her from the other side of the cage. She forced herself to lower her head once more, lapping up another mouthful. The second swallow proved much easier than the first, though it chipped away at her pride just as much.

Still, her new method was working. She swallowed the wet, surface semen, and then moistened the dried, sticky fur. Soon her entire thigh was clean, Gren's seed resting heavily in her belly. Flipping onto her other side, she began cleaning her other thigh, quickly lapping up large amounts of the sticky, white fluid. She had drunk enough of his seed now that it seemed foolish to lengthen an already disgusting procedure, and she had grown accustomed to the scent and taste. Swallowing his cum wouldn't have been so bad at all, except for her burning humiliation. At least no one was here to see her, other than Gren.

She had to catch her breath after gobbling up so much cum, but at least her humiliation had been brief. But she wasn't done yet. She couldn't help but hesitate as she turned her gaze to her aching vulva. Even now, she could observe sticky strings of his semen oozing out of her puffy lips. If she didn't finish the job, her rump would be covered in Gren's odor once more, and all of her effort would be wasted.

Clenching her eyes shut, she lowered her muzzle to her lightly-furred mound. As lightly as she could, she ran her tongue across the surface, slurping up the outside seed. Her own rough tongue wasn't as painful as she had expected, considering how Gren's had felt. But now she had to do something she had never considered before in her life. Holding her breath, she began to push the tip of her pink tongue into her wet vulva.

Kelidanya's tongue slipped inside of her, immediately making herself wince. But she knew what relief she would feel if she no longer had to worry about Gren's semen sloshing inside of her and seeping out, drawing the black lion's attention. She pressed her muzzle powerfully up against her aching hole, and plunged her tongue as deep as she could. The druid found out that mountain lion tongue naturally curled upward at the end of the lick, allowing her to easily drudge up the violating fluids. She wouldn't be able to reach the deepest seed, but that shouldn't be a problem. Several gulping swallows later, she pulled out, finished. Gren still watched warily from a distance.

Kelidanya set immediately to the gate, keeping one eye plastered on Gren. She wasn't about to allow a repeat of earlier. But she had as little success as before. Her paws were unsurprisingly not designed for opening doors! She'd been working on the gate for almost an hour to no avail when she heard voices approaching. She backed up quickly, recognizing the deep rumbling of a male Tauren. She wished she could understand what they were saying.

<You guarantee your magic will work on any animal? I don't want to waste my money, Bom'Bay,> Kaduum demanded.

The question was answered with lyrical cadence, and even Kelidanya could recognize the vast dichotomy between the two tones. <Don' ya worry, mon. Bom'bay never be more assured'a success. When Bom'bay's juju take hold, you see: your cat'll be a reg'lar sex kitten! Dat male won' know what pounced him. Bom'bay seen it true a'hunerd time before.>

Suddenly the two figures appeared in front of the metal door, talking as if Kelidanya weren't even there. She had the unnerving feeling that they were talking about her.

Kaduum said, <Then you won't mind waiting a while to be sure.>

Bom'bay raised his voice, saying, <Why you no be trustin' Bom'bay, mon? Bom'bay use dis trick a'thousand time. Bom'bay stick aroun', but only to say he tole ya so.>

The troll had brilliant orange hair that stuck straight up in layers that must have been two feet tall, in total. Stranger still, orange mutton chops stuck straight out from his cheeks, almost a foot long. He wore wooden masks on his shoulders, and carried a short wand consisting of a small, horned skull. When the blue-skinned, lanky shaman reached for the door, Kelidanya backed up, laid her ears back, and hissed. Whatever the troll was here for, it wasn't good! Her show didn't slow Bom'bay down one bit. He simply said in a strangely calming voice, <It be okay, liddle kitty, Bom'bay ain't gunna hurt you. Relax, an' drink.>

Kelidanya's ears perked up, her eyes half-lidded. How could she feel like falling asleep at a moment like this? She glanced quickly at the druid on the other side of the bars, but he wasn't doing anything. The only sign that Kelidanya wasn't fully comfortable with the troll approaching her was the absentminded flicking of her tail. The troll smiled, his downward-pointed tusks making the gesture seem to even out into a flat expression. <Here ya be, kitty,> he said soothingly, holding out a small gourd filled with a wet, green paste. Kelidanya didn't trust that liquid slop for a second, but when Bom'bay placed his lanky hand on top of her head, scratching gently behind her ears, she found herself tilted her head back and opening her mouth. Deftly, the troll poured the entire contents of the gourd into her mouth.

No more than two gulps worth of liquid filled the tiny gourd, but when the paste hit the back of Kelidanya's throat, any calmness faded. She gagged, coughing and spluttering as the majority of the liquid slid down her throat. She retched at the ground as the troll wisely backed up until he was out of the pen entirely. Try as she might, she couldn't cough up the mixture, whatever it was. She only managed to spit out three large drops of green ointment onto the dirt floor. When she finally recovered from her shock, the troll was safely behind the locked gate. She growled and hissed at him, but to no avail.

Kaduum had watched the entire procedure with a wry smile, and now asked, <How long will it take, shaman?>

<Dat potion go through dem like slop through a hog. She be feelin' hot an' itchy in just a moment. Bom'bay give your kitty friend a minute before she crawling all over him,> he said, pointing at Gren, who lay patiently on the floor.

Kelidanya saw the troll point, and the fur on the back of her neck bristled. What sort of potion could she take that would involve Gren? She had the unnerving feeling that she would soon find out.

She felt their eyes on her, watching patiently for whatever was supposed to happen to happen. Her tail twitching, Kelidanya retreated to the far end of the pen. She was still in view of the door, but at least the dark corner offered a small amount of privacy. The young druid sat there, watching her two observers and Gren at the same time, not sure what to expect. She could think of only one thing a shaman would give to a young lioness in the same pen as a lion, but she refused to accept that possibility. Until she felt the itch, growing inside of her, and she knew.

The magic was making her go into heat! She'd never experienced such a thing as an animal, before, but the feeling growing in her loins had many similarities to what she had experienced as a young Night Elf. But it was the differences Kelidanya feared. All druids learned early in their shapeshifting careers that animals in heat almost invariably lost their minds, sometimes seeking to breed at the expense of their own lives. She'd seen that herself as a child, when she asked her parents why the two Teldrassil owls were "wrestling" on the ground. If the drive to breed were strong enough to overcome the shyness of the owls, Kelidanya could be in serious trouble.

The speed of the change was startling, as the itching between her legs was joined by a growing scent. Kelidanya saw Gren perking up, her new odor much more enticing than her old one. She flattened her ears and growled at him. She was no mere animal! She could - no, she would - fight her instincts. She had to! If she allowed Gren to take her again, she might well become pregnant, and if she didn't shift back within a couple of days, she would be trapped for her entire pregnancy! Kelidanya sat with her rump firmly down against the ground, hoping to slow the spread of her heat scent.

Kelidanya began to steel herself against her growing itchiness. She really felt like scratching herself, the burning irritation in her vulva demanding her attention. She didn't want to give Kaduum or the troll the satisfaction. She concentrated on her training, trying to remember all seven tenets of raven behavior and the last seventeen Arch-druids, in order. She just had to keep her mind off of her rump.

Kaduum looked over at Bom'bay. <How many "moments" have passed, now, Bom'bay? I've never seen a cat less horny than this.>

<You godda be patient, mon,> he replied, though sweat dribbled down his heavy brows, falling into the creases in his rough skin.

Gren wasn't about to leave her alone, however. Even as she named the sixteenth Arch-druid, Jungarde, the black lion stepped closer, sniffing. Kelidanya couldn't think of the seventeenth while the beast was sniffing at her! Growling again, she swatted at him, her claws bared. His head darted back, but quickly moved closer, still investigating her new scent. She swung again, but he darted back. This time, however, she pursued, stepping forward to swipe again.

That was a mistake! As she stepped forward, picking up her hind legs, air rushed past her tingling vulva. Her attack dwindled instantly, mewling pitifully as her thoughts were drawn back to her deep, aching itch. Before Kelidanya could stop herself, she'd flopped over onto her back, curling up to get a good look at her offending vulva.

Bom'bay said, <Ha, there ya be. Won'd be long now!>

Kelidanya was once again face to face with her delicate entrance, only trace whiffs of Gren's scent still detectable beneath the stronger, growing smell of her heat. She closed her eyes, cheeks hot with the knowledge that the two men were watching her intently, but she knew she had to scratch her itch soon, or she might decide that her only recourse would be to allow Gren to scratch it. With a warning growl at Gren, the mountain lioness plunged her tongue against her swelling vulva.

Her change in attitude was immediate and fierce. Her rough tongue slipped deep inside of her, reaching and engulfing that nub inside of her, the source of her itchiness. Though the sand-paper of her tongue rubbed painfully against her clitoris, the pain paled in comparison to the relief she felt as the itch began to wane away. When she pulled her tongue away, however, the nagging ache grew again. But Kelidanya knew what to do. She pushed her tongue back inside, pleasure washing over her body.

Gren wasn't about to leave her alone. He approached the lioness, sniffing as she licked herself. Kelidanya was so preoccupied, she didn't even notice him until he brushed up against her. The fur on the back of her neck bristled at his touch, fury suddenly coursing through her veins. The druid leapt to her feet, claws flailing at Gren, but her swipes reached nothing but air. The black-furred lion leapt back, watching from a safe distance.

Growling, Kelidanya flipped onto her back again, rubbing herself against the dirt floor, her legs peddling uselessly in the air as she writhed. Suddenly, she realized what was happening. She was behaving just like the lioness she had observed a few days after settling in with the wild pride of Barrens lions. She had been instinctively mimicking the mating ritual of lions. She shook her head, dispersing the cloud of hormones directing her thoughts. Gren was approaching again, and Kelidanya knew he expected her to acquiesce to his approach, this time.

But Kelidanya was a Night Elf druid, not some mere animal subject purely to the whims of her instincts. She waited for Gren to approach, allowing him to lower his snout between her spread legs. Before he could reach his target, however, she struck. She had finally caught the lion off-guard, her sharp claws leaving red streaks of blood on the startled lion's forehead. Kelidanya curled up, growling at the bleeding lion, daring him to approach again. He made no move to approach, small drops of red blood soaking into his fur.

Kaduum grabbed the trolls arm, demanding <Is that normal? Your potion is not working as advertised, and I promised no harm would come to Gren.>

Stammering a protest, the troll exclaimed, <Lions be ferocious, mon. She won'd be resistin' much longer. Besides, mon, you be quite capable'a healin' him. Your lion be in no danger.>

<You'd better hope she doesn't hurt him in a permanent way, or you won't have just me to worry about. I'm...fairly certain that Gren's owner wouldn't take kindly to him losing an eye. You have another two minutes before I demand my refund, troll.>

The troll shivered, pulling away from the massive, black Tauren. <Bom'bay don' know what be happnin', mon. Bom'bay never seen no beast fight de potion so long.>

Kelidanya mewed in satisfaction as her tormentor backed away, bleeding, suddenly not so keen to tempt the mountain lion's wrath. But while he was her primary worry, the feeling between her legs and changed from an itch to a raging inferno. Her entire body screamed at her to go to Gren, knowing that he was the cure for the irritation, but Kelidanya knew where that path led. Were she a simple animal, she could never have overcome her growing desire. Instead, the druid returned to her only recourse - her tongue.

She curled up again, wasting no time before sliding her wide tongue deep inside, quenching the fire in her loins. But this time, she kept one eye on Gren. Kelidanya felt sure that if the black lion touched her body again, no matter her willpower, she would give in to him. The druid no longer cared that Kaduum and the troll were watching as she rammed her tongue deep inside, again and again. She took solace in her belief that neither knew her true nature as a Night Elf spy, but even had they known, she would have kept thrusting her wet tongue between her legs; anything to cool the heat burning at the base of her tail.

A building ache in Kelidanya's loins kept the former Night Elf licking, faster and faster. She clenched around her rough tongue, reveling in the sensation of wet flesh sliding between her heat-swollen folds. Her tail twitched, and she lost track of Gren, too busy ramming into herself. This feeling was unlike anything the young woman had ever felt before, and just as she felt like her aching genitals were about to explode, her body reacted, causing the curled up feline to thrust her hips wildly.

Her awkward position was not conducive to humping her hips. The motion quickly pulled her tongue free, leaving the purring lioness feeling cold and empty. She had been so close to something amazing, but as soon as her tongue retreated, the impending explosion of sensation faded, leaving only the now familiar ache in her loins. Desperate, the mountain lioness plunged her tongue back inside of her, trying to build that feeling again, but as soon as she had, her body began instinctively thrusting again. Every time she reached the edge, her oscillating hips pulled her tongue free, ruining everything.

With a growl, Kelidanya looked over at Gren, knowing that he could be the catalyst that pushed her over the edge. His hard, barbed cock would slide satisfyingly into her, holding there while Kelidanya moaned. And if he were anything like the lion she had watched the week before, Gren would do it again and again. Panting, the Night Elf willed her muscles, ready to forsake her humanity, and allow the lion to cure her.

Bom'bay couldn't have known what was going on in the Night Elf's mind, but he did know that the two minutes was almost up. Sighing, he said, <Bom'bay god anudda potion, mon. If'n you put da girl down ta sleep, Bom'bay give a second dose, free a charge.>

Even as Kelidanya began to pick herself up to approach Gren, Kaduum nodded to the shaman, holding up his hands as green light enveloped the mountain lioness. In seconds, the Night Elf was sleeping soundly.

* * * * *

Eyes wide, Kelidanya woke, coughing. Again she wished that lions could spit. She could taste the foul, green ooze in the back of her throat, realizing with horror that the troll had given her more of the potion! Clearing her head with a quick shake, the Night Elf looked around. The light in the stables was the same, and both Horde champions still watched from the gate, so she must have only been asleep for a minute or two. She roared at the two and ran back to the corner. Maybe stopping for a second dose was for the best, considering how close she'd come to presenting her fertile womb to the black lion. She decided her best bet was to ride out the itch, not indulge it. Planting her rump against the ground, she winced and waited.

Gren watched her curiously from the corner, scenting the air but thankfully keeping his distance. Kelidanya's audience watched quietly, though Kaduum's tail flicked impatiently. The Night Elf druid tried to concentrate on the large drops of sweat sliding down the Troll's forehead; anything to distract herself from her growing discomfort.

It was no use. She could feel her itch growing well beyond its former level of irritation. Apparently two doses did the job twice as well! She forced herself not to move, but even so she began to rub her rump against the ground. The itch she wanted to scratch was inside of her, however, and her desperate scratching just grated at the soft flesh of her vulva. The chafing reminded her of the sharp pain she had felt when Gren had taken her the day before; only now that scenario was becoming more and more appealing.

No! She mustn't think about that. Concentrate on the Troll. Her sharp, feline eyes followed a new drop of perspiration all the way from the top of his forehead down to the tip of his nose before falling ignominiously to the ground below. The shaman's yellow-orange mutton chops reminded Kelidanya of her own yellow fur blending into white between her legs, the drop of sweat bringing to mind the beads of fluid she had seen forming at the tip of her heat-swollen vulva. Stop! She could beat this. She had to.

Her eyes darted to movement in the cage. Gren had stood up! She narrowed her eyes, lifting a single paw with claws outstretched in warning. But the black lion took a step closer, watching intently. She knew what he wanted. She could tell that her scent was filling the small enclosure...how much longer would her feeble threats hold off the vastly larger lion? He was half again her size, in height and bulk. Kelidanya might get several good slashes in, but she had no doubt he would soon overpower her. She growled, but her threat had no teeth to back it up.

Gren watched quietly from a distance, for now. The lioness couldn't help but fixate on the small tapered tip of red poking out from between his legs, throbbing for her. The black lion wanted to help, yet for some reason she was refusing. Right, she was a Night Elf. Yet the lingering scent of a lioness in heat had been enough to convince the black lion to rape her the first time; when Kelidanya sniffed the air now, it seemed as though she were drenched in the alluring odor.

She was panting. Was it that hot in here? Her vulva ached as she continued grinding her hindquarters against the rough dirt. She had to keep her hips down, less she inadvertently invite the big lion to approach. Her tail twitched violently, yet Gren watched patiently from a distance. Her confidence wavered in the presence of his. He seemed to believe it was only a matter of time.

Growling, Kelidanya began digging her claws into the dirt beneath her. She worried that if she didn't occupy her feet they would betray her, and she would turn around for the muscular lion. His erection was fully extended now, the spines that were designed to quell her heat quivering as they anticipated sliding deep inside of Kelidanya, only to flare out as the big lion pulled back, making her scream in ecstasy. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, drooling. Realizing what she was looking at, the Night Elf quickly averted her eyes, snapping her gaping mouth shut.

What was happening to her? She couldn't hold on to a thought for more than a few seconds before she either ogled the lion, or shrieked at the intense pain in her loins. She was shivering now, the itch having spread like the blight across her body. Helpless, she began scratching her shoulders, her sides, her legs. Her claws scraped sharply across her skin, but the sharpness of the pain made the burning vanish, if only for a moment. Her back itched in a place she couldn't reach with her claws or teeth, and she realized her only recourse was to flip onto her back and rub against the dirt. A faint warning in the back of her mind stopped her, just before she would have given in.

A moment later, Gren neared her again, as if testing the waters. She batted at him again, but her claws weren't out. He ducked, then stepped forward, sniffing her neck. Kelidanya shivered, frozen in place as his whiskers tickled her bristled, tawny fur. When he stepped closer, she didn't stop him, reveling as his fur brushed up against hers. Though she hated the black lion for what he had done to her, she suddenly found herself leaning in against him, nuzzling his neck. He pressed back, his warmth irresistible. Everywhere he touched, the flames coursing through her body went out, only to reignite a moment later. He reached back with a paw, sliding his massive pad down her back until it approached her tail. Instinctively, Kelidanya began to raise her haunches.

No! The Night Elf wasn't sure how he'd done it, but Gren had gotten through her guard. If she didn't get rid of him...if she didn't break away from his touch, the fire inside of her would take over. Why would that be bad? Regardless, she couldn't bring herself to strike at him! His every touch sent a surge of electricity through the young Night Elf's mountain lion body. But she was a...a...druid! Surely she could fight her animal instincts!

Kelidanya suddenly remembered the first rule of shapeshifting. When you feel like you're losing yourself, shift back immediately. That was the solution! Suddenly it all seemed so clear...once she was no longer a lion, Gren's charms would fail. The itch would vanish like fireflies at dawn, and the fog clouding her mind would clear. Why hadn't she thought of this sooner?

Kaduum's booming voice echoed throughout the stables, saying, <Looks like your magic may work, after all.>

Kelidanya had begun to shift back, in the clutches of a dangerous lion leaning against her, in plain view of two Horde champions. Though she couldn't understand the Tauren's words, his low voice pierced her confused mind. Shivering, she stopped herself from morphing. No matter what happened, the Night Elf knew that revealing herself as a spy was by far the worst option. Her heart pounded in her chest, realizing how close she had come.

With one catastrophe averted, Kelidanya found herself trapped in another. Her clenching pussy burned with increasingly unbearable pain, and Gren was standing next to her, rubbing against her body. The fire engulfing her entire body hurt almost as much as Gren's flared barbs, yet she knew that this time, his barbs would quell the heat. She knew the pleasure her own tongue had given her, bringing her dangling over the edge of bliss. Gren would satisfy her unlike any other. He could take away the pain, once and for all. Kelidanya remembered how the lioness she had watched being mated had kept coming back for more, eagerly offering herself to her mate.

Purring, she stood up, rubbing up against Gren as she stepped past him. She kept her tail raised, shivering as she felt a cold nose beneath her tail. This was it! He would finally take her, breed her, make her his queen. Eagerly, the mountain lioness flopped onto her back, pedaling her legs to allure her mate. Gren's eyes were fixed between her legs. He approached slowly with flicking tail, sniffing the heat-coated air. Kelidanya panted, unable and unwilling to wait any longer. She began to swivel her body, ready to crouch on all fours with her rump in the air. No male could mistake that pose.

At the last moment, the fog clouding her mind lifted, and Kelidanya realized what she was about to do. But could she stop herself? She tried futilely to leap to her feet and bound to the safety of the corner. Her muscles refused to listen to anything but the insistent command to turn over and present. The best she could do was resist that urge, lying helplessly on her back. But perhaps that would be enough! If she could stay on her back, Gren couldn't mount her. She hadn't been able to resist Gren sitting in the corner, but perhaps she could, lying down. It wasn't a strong chance, but it was her only hope. Gritting her teeth, she set her mind to one thing, and one thing only: staying right where she was.

Gren wasn't about to leave her alone. The eager black lion stepped forward, watching Kelidanya with hungry, possessive eyes. She curled her tail up between her legs, covering herself as she scratched her back against the hard soil. She knew what he wanted, but as long as she fought her own instincts, he couldn't access her clenching jewel. Frustrated, Gren stepped halfway over her, using his powerful right paw to roll her over. But Kelidanya knew that she needed to stay prone. His touch sent shivers through her body, but instead of rolling over, she slid across the ground, staying on her back. Taking her wasn't going to be as easy as the lion seemed to think.

Kelidanya still burned. Though she could quell the itch along her back, her hindquarters were an inferno. She felt the urge to spin around and present herself to Gren again so that he could cure her, but she resisted. She couldn't remember why, but it was imperative that she remain on the ground. She wanted to lick deep inside of herself, but to do that, she would need to rise. Finally, she realized that she could scratch her itch with her front legs without getting up. Gingerly, the young Night Elf slid her left paw down her stomach until she reached her puffy, wet lips. Her tail in the way, she curled it aside. Retracting her sharp claws, Kelidanya stretched and slid one, wide digit into her tight entrance.

Bom'bay's jaw dropped. <What she be doin'? Bom'bay in all his days ain't seen no cat do dat!>

Instantly, her wet walls clenched down around her digit. The sheer relief that spread throughout her loins made Kelidanya writhe in pleasure, moaning. She pushed deeper, but she made sure to keep one thing in the front of her mind: no matter what, she must stay on her back. Ecstatic, she began thrusting her hips against her heavy paw, and unlike her tongue, her paw stayed put.

Kaduum said, <She's a mountain lion from Mulgore; she may not be very cooperative. But Gren won't allow her to evade him forever, right?>

Bom'bay didn't need to answer. As if on cue, Gren stepped over Kelidanya's splayed tail, his throbbing erection demanding release. Though the lioness wouldn't roll over yet, Gren seemed to have a plan. His heavy black paw gently reached down, snaking under her left forearm. With a sharp tug, he pulled her paw free, leaving Kelidanya suddenly empty and whimpering. Gren wasted no time filling that absence, lowering his massive muzzle to her trembling opening. Kelidanya just watched with wide eyes, desperate for his tongue. She spread her hind legs, eager to allow the black lion whatever he wanted with her body, so long as she could remain on her back.

He opened his mouth and rammed his rough tongue between her swollen lips, filling her. The brief intermission had only heightened Kelidanya's pleasure. She bucked her hips wildly, roaring into the air. Every individual fur on her body stood on end as she shivered, the aching pain deep inside changing instantly to fires of passion. His rough tongue stung abrasively against her lips and the little nub that made her scream, but it was the sharpness that triggered such a euphoria in her. Little did Kelidanya know that this kind of rough stimulation was key to releasing her eggs. Even now, her body prepared to take Gren's seed, releasing minuscule egg after minuscule egg into her waiting womb. If he took her now, she would be ready; she would be his.

Eager to realize that possibility, Gren kept licking deep until Kelidanya was grunting and moaning incoherently. Her scent was overpowering, unlike he or any lion before him had ever smelled, and he would not be denied. Even as he continued to penetrate her with his tongue, he reached a heavy paw to her side and rolled her again.

No! Kelidanya felt his tug, and despite her shuddering moans, something niggled at the back of her mind. Stay on your back. She didn't know why, or who had told her to do it, but she knew how important it was. Growling, she refused to budge, pushing back against his insistent paw. Frustrated, the black lion pulled his tongue free. Kelidanya felt empty, but she knew that she could fill herself, if need be. She looked up at the big lion, lying down. She had won! She didn't know what she had won, but she had done it. Against all odds, she had stayed on her back!

Growling, Gren began to scale Kelidanya's body. Her eyes darted down to his red cock, already dripping with pre-cum. Purring, she spread her legs, shivering as he placed his paws firmly against her sides. He kept moving forward until he was face to face with her, his long belly fur tickling her quivering teats. She lifted her hind legs, nestling them straight up in the air against his hips, still watching as his tapered tip neared her pulsating, waiting entrance. A double victory, in her mind. Not only had she managed to remain on her back, but Gren was finally going to mate her. She whimpered in anticipation.

The big, black lion hovered over her, meeting the Night Elf's lust-filled eyes. Her tail lay flat against the earth, offering ample approach to her saliva-coated entrance. Attempting to compensate for the awkward position, Gren repositioned his feet, curling his abdomen as he crouched to line up his pointed cock with her clenching pussy. His tip just barely brushed up against her soft folds, making the mountain lioness writhe in pleasure. Her eyes rolled up into her head as she waited in desperate anticipation. Carefully, she reached her front paws around her lover, grasping him around the small of his back. His muscles tensed, and she knew the time had finally come. Pulling with all her might, she helped his fierce thrust.

Kaduum, watching with a smile, said only one word. "Finally."

Kelidanya lay her had back and roared. Her burning loins were finally satisfied, feeling the lion's barbed cock sink into her with a wet squelch. Her embrace tightened around him, feeling more complete than she ever had before. Her entire body quivered in unending pleasure. Gren's quivering cock inside of her made the burning itch vanish as if she'd never denied the lion before. The Night Elf's tongue dangled uselessly out of the side of her mouth as she watched in ecstasy while Gren gritted his teeth. But nothing could prepare her for what happened next.

Gren pulled back, his rasping barbs raking her insides. Kelidanya had felt the barbs before, ravaging her in the savannah, but this was nothing like that. Her swollen, hyper-sensitive cunt amplified all sensations a hundred-fold. The rush of bliss that had accompanied his thrust could not compare with the sudden, intense pain that left Kelidanya gasping for air, too stunned to do anything but lie there in shock.

And then, for a split second, there was nothing. The pain was a lingering ache, her vulva slowly closing, only Gren's tip remaining inside of her. Her brain began to operate once more, though all she felt was a deep emptiness that needed to be filled. She only had time to let out a ragged whimper before Gren plowed into her and Kelidanya lost her mind once more.

She roared, bucking her hips against him as he penetrated her. For her shattered mind, it seemed like the searing anguish had never happened. Her entire body was a tingling furnace of lust. She pushed back and clenched down around the lion's cock, never wanting anything more than to keep his glistening, red cock buried inside of her. Her paws, still curled around Gren's back, tightened, trying to hold him in place.

She almost succeeded. Gren tried to pull back, but Kelidanya's grip was too strong. The black lion placed his heavy paws on the lioness's chest, pushing back with his massive forearms. The pressure on her chest made her gasp for breath, and her grip weakened, quickly overpowered by the huge lion.

No longer held back, Gren tugged sharply back, a wet splash evidence of his fertile pre-cum. His barbs dug deep, and every nerve ending in Kelidanya's young body was struck by torturous lightning. Her claws came out, reacting instinctively to the unbearable instant of pain. Digging into his back, she pulled him as hard as she could, desperate to bury him inside of her once more and end the agony. But Gren had her right where he wanted her, pinned beneath him. Only he would decide when to claim her again.

Kelidanya wept, shuddering as the pain disappeared. Empty once again, the Night Elf had a brief moment of clarity, though all she wanted was to feel the bliss of his reentry. Thin drops of blood matted Gren's fur where her claws had pierced his skin, but the lion didn't seem to notice, much less care. But Kelidanya knew that he would thrust again soon. She spread her legs and waited, and finally her dream came true. The time between thrusts was only a second, but in that shaving of a second when Kelidanya wasn't completely overwhelmed, the time seemed an eternity. Gren rammed into her once more.

The overwhelming ordeal continued in this way, but Kelidanya had no idea for how long. She flipped from intense ecstasy to searing torment, with only a second of rationale thought before the pattern repeated. She lived for the bliss of Gren's cock spreading her tight folds apart. She shrieked as he spurted inside of her, pulling out. But his small contributions were just a prelude to what she knew was coming. He rocked back and forth against her, his speed increasing, leaving the Night Elf breathless. The intense pain encouraged her body to release her fertile eggs, preparing her womb for its ultimate purpose.

Suddenly the blessedly cursed cycle ended. Kelidanya had a full two seconds to think as Gren hesitated, poised outside of her heat-swollen pussy. She only had time for two coherent thoughts. First, she was certain that Gren was about to bury himself inside of her one last time, aiming to fill her womb with lion-seed. Second, she suddenly realized exactly what would happen if he did. Memories came flooding back to the abused Night Elf. She was no lioness to be mated and bred by some mere hunter's pet. She gasped in shock, aware that Gren had been pumping her with cum this entire time, seeking her egg-filled womb. It might already be too late! Still, she knew she had to stop him from making that one, final thrust.

She wiggled and struggled, flipping her body this way and that to escape his powerful gasp. He thrust, but her moving rump ensured that his tip only struck fur. Frantically, the young Night Elf tried to turn and get to her feet - anything to challenge the dire fate above her. But Gren had had enough of the mountain lion's struggles. Holding her in place with unsheathed claws, he knelt down to grab her neck in typical feline fashion. With Kelidanya on her back, however, his sharp teeth dug into vulnerable throat. Terrified, her struggles ceased immediately.

Satisfied he'd successfully cowed his queen, Gren pulled roughly on her neck, lining himself up for one, vicious thrust. The sharp pain on Kelidanya's soft neck vanished in the absolute bliss that captured the Night Elf's body. Gren slid easily into her well-used cunt, hilting himself within her. She opened her mouth and moaned, waves of pleasure wracking her aching body. But she also wept, helpless. She pushed him away with her paws, but she could not stop the beast. Just like that, his teeth closed around her throat, pinning her on her back, he growled and heat rushed into her.

Gren's heavy balls pulsed as the lion came, shooting load after load into his unwilling partner. Kelidanya's ears twitched, wishing she couldn't hear the wet splashing deep inside of her. Her vaginal walls clenched down around him, trembling in unabashed pleasure, aching for his seed, but the Night Elf knew the consequences that her body's lust did not.

Then, as suddenly as ever, Gren pulled out, his spurting cock pulling free. Any concerns over the sanctity of her womb vanished for Kelidanya, replaced by the most intense pain she had ever felt. Each thrust before had been nothing but a harbinger for this last one. With his final release, Gren's barbs had fully flared, raking her magically over-sensitized passage. Enraged, Kelidanya could only do what her new-found instincts told her to do. With a bristling fury, she leapt up, claws out as she raked at anything she could reach.

Gren was too slow, not expecting such a vicious assault. Deep, red claw marks sliced into his face, shoulder, and chest before he could adequately jump away from the flailing lioness. Once Gren had retreated all of ten feet away, Kelidanya stopped trembling, standing on all fours as her mind returned to her. She suddenly felt sick, looking at the blood dripping from her claws. She had her own wounds from Gren's claws, but they were superficial. Gren bled deep. As if her sudden, inconsolable fury weren't disturbing enough, she could feel her wet rump dripping. If she wasn't pregnant yet, she soon would be. She had the sudden urge to vomit, but managed to hold herself back. She couldn't reveal her unusual nature to her captors!

<Bom'bay...speechless. What da hell jus' happen, mon?> Bom'bay said, his jaw dropped.

Kaduum chuckled softly. <Don't worry about it...that's my business, not yours. You've done your job, shaman, and I thank you for that.>

The shaman turned to face the Grimtotem, his tone rising, <Dat was not normal, Druid. Where did ya fin' dis kitty? What do ya know about her?>

Kaduum took two, heavy steps toward the hunched Troll, glaring down at the lanky shaman. Exhaling with a rush of hot air, he said, <That wasn't part of our deal, shaman. You've done your part. Now get out of here and let me do mine.>

Stepping away from the looming druid, Bom'bay squirmed. <Fine. You got what you wanted,> he said, before patting his gold purse and adding, <And Bom'bay got what he wanted. Deal done.>

<Deal done,> the Tauren nodded, turning back to the two lions in the cage. Bom'bay left without a second glance from the preoccupied druid.

Kelidanya bristled. She could feel the wet cum sloshing around inside of her, and she knew the clock was ticking. The druid only had two or three days to shift back to her true form, or she would become too pregnant to shift back at all! She'd be stuck as a lioness until the cubs were born, and she had no intention of sticking around that long. Even worse, she had valuable intelligence to return to Silverwing Refuge, or her sisters might not be prepared for the coming onslaught of the Horde!

Well, she couldn't very well change forms in front of the Tauren. She'd have to wait until the Horde druid left before risking a transformation in front of Gren. Perhaps when the black lion fell asleep? Until then, she had more pressing matters to attend to. Claws unsheathed, she approached her tormentor with narrowed eyes. Her fury overrode her caution. Gren needed to pay.

She lunged at him, but the larger lion narrowly dodged her swipe. He didn't fight back, which only encouraged Kelidanya. She struck out again, hoping to feel his skin part between her claws.

"Enough of that, kitty," the Tauren spoke.

Kelidanya almost crashed into the log wall. She had understood that! Kaduum was speaking in the ancient Druidic tongue. She forced herself to look at Gren, lest she betray that she had understood the Tauren. He couldn't possibly know that she was a druid, could he?

He spoke again, saying, "Let's give you a bit more of an edge, Gren."

Kelidanya blinked, watching as green mana spilled from the druid's large hands. Suddenly, the bright red wounds across Gren's face and chest sealed up as if she had never scratched him. Worse, Kaduum followed his healing spell with a lunar mark with which Kelidanya was deeply familiar. This blessing from Elune would enhance Gren's strength, speed, and stamina, among other things. One final spell sealed Kelidanya's fate. Kaduum filled the black lion with the rejuvenation of nature. Not only did the exhausted male's panting cease, but Kelidanya watched in shock as Gren's little red tip reemerged from his black sheath.

Emboldened and feeling better than ever, Gren took a heavy step forward. Kelidanya's jaw dropped. In a few short seconds, the Tauren druid had returned her unwanted mate to full vigor. She saw the lust in his eyes as he approached. He would take her again, and there was nothing she could do about it.

But that didn't mean she couldn't try! Growling, she leapt away from the oncoming brute, her claws spread as a warning. Gren didn't pay her any mind, sniffing as he approached her. Kelidanya could smell her heat throughout the small pen. She had no where to run, so she fought. Hackles raised, she flung herself at the black lion. He moved fast...too fast. Her claws swung at empty air, Gren leaping beside her. He shouldered into her, knocking her roughly into the wall of the pen.

She was only stunned for a moment, but he was already on her, paws gripping her shoulders. She shuddered, his touch electrifying her heat-crazed body. She was able to hold on to her fury for now, struggling free from the rough teeth descending to her neck in a bite designed to pin her helplessly to the ground. Spinning onto her back beneath Gren, she thrashed with all four paws, and this time she caught the surprised lion. Deep furrows sunk into his legs and stomach, making the black lion roar in pain.

But the wounds vanished as soon as they had appeared, courtesy of Kaduum watching from the gate. The pain was real enough, however! Baring his teeth, Gren batted at Kelidanya's head. His claws where sheathed, but the heavy hit dazed the Night Elf. Powerful muscles grabbed her shoulder, spinning her onto her stomach as she reeled. She felt something on her neck, and realized in horror that he had the scruff of her neck in his teeth.

Still, she fought. The black lion covered her pinned body, his hind legs on either side of hers. Tensing all of her muscles, Kelidayna tried to stand, pushing up against the much stronger male. He bit down, shoving her back into the dirt, a thin trickle of bright red blood matting the fur beneath his teeth. With a casual swipe of his tail, Gren brushed her tail aside, revealing her sopping cunt to his throbbing, tapered cock. Kelidanya shuddered, the side of her face grinding into the dirt floor. Only the heat of his erection provided her any sense of what was about to happen.

Summoning all of her willpower, Kelidanya dug her claws into the dirt and tried once more to stand. She kept her rump too low for his thrust, doing anything she could to buy herself some time. Gren simply forced her head back against the ground and snaked a paw around her hips. He pulled up, lifting her uncooperative hindquarter until they were at just the right height. Kelidanya roared. She felt his tip teasing her eager folds, her body aching to feel him bury himself inside.

Yet even as he finally thrust, she fought. No! She was a Night Elf, not a mindless, horny animal! She ignored her body's demands, fighting Gren's paw and lowering her rump again. The black lion either didn't notice or didn't care, thrusting anyway.

Kelidanya's eyes shot open and she screamed. Gren rammed himself forward, blindly missing her drenched pussy. Instead, he burrowed deep and hard into her tail-hole! His swollen barbs dug into the soft walls of her untested anus. Kelidanya thrashed with all of her might, but the heavy lion kept her pinned in the dirt, pushing until he had hilted himself inside of her sensitive ass. Kelidanya gasped for breath. Her mind was fixated on one, inevitable fact: he was about to pull back!

A second later, he did, barbs flaring as they raked her ass. She shrieked mindlessly, claws creating deep rifts in the dirt beneath her. Her body shuddered as the pain wracked her body. She only had a second of respite before he followed his exit with another, rough thrust. Her rectum spread wide around his solid cock. She cried out, her voice ragged. Though she struggled against the massive lion's grip, she was as ineffective now as she had been since coming to the Barrens. The Night Elf mewled pitifully as Gren raped her ass.

He ravaged her, not slowing his rocking hips. His wet cock slid into her and tugged out of her so fast that Kelidanya's vision blurred, her thoughts spinning around in her head. She could feel his taut balls slapping against her wet vulva, but the small pleasure she derived there served only to taunt her. "No, no!" she cried, but all that came out were plaintive whines.

Finally, the black lion sunk deeper inside of her than ever before. A loud spurt signaled the wave of fresh seed filling her burning tail-hole. It almost felt good as the bubbling liquid seeped into her bruised inner walls, before Gren leapt off of her, pulling free from her ass with an eruption of cum. Kelidanya sprung to her feet, front legs flailing as she tried to cut into Gren, but the lion was faster than ever, easily dodging her attack. Kelidanya panted, barely able to stay standing after her ordeal.

Kaduum cast another spell, and right in front of her eyes the black lion's heavy panting faded, his softening cock hardening once more. Her jaw dropped. The beast was already coming back for more! She leapt away from him, but he followed much more quickly, backing the exhausted lioness into a corner. She knew she had no hope, but she swiped at him anyway.

The fight was brief and one-sided. Gren, refreshed and magically enhanced by Kaduum's power, sidestepped Kelidanya's clumsy swing, stepping forward to grab the back of her neck in his teeth. Shoving sideways, he knocked the weak lioness down, pinning her belly roughly against the ground. Her muscles strained, but he easily overpowered her, keeping her down while he casually stepped over her prone body. Keeping his harsh grip on her neck, the black lion lined his throbbing cock up beneath her tail.

She felt his hot, pointed tip pressing up against her ragged tail-hole. Kelidanya wanted to scream and thrash and fight back, but she even at her best, she wouldn't be much of a challenge for the massive lion. He covered her, poised to spread her aching anus apart once more. What else could she do? Gritting her teeth, Kelidanya slowly picked up her hindquarters, lifting herself up until Gren's dripping tip pointed neatly between her heat-swollen folds. She wept as she offered herself to him, unable and unwilling to resist him any longer. Sadly, her pitiful mewling couldn't quite drown out Kaduum's soft, rumbling laughter.

Gren was indifferent, slamming himself home. Her whimpers changed to panting yelps as his giant cock spread her apart. The familiar, intense pleasure was small consolation to the druid who had lost everything of her old life, existing now as nothing more than a breeding vessel for her sworn enemies. She laid her ears back, trying not to retch even as she instinctively yowled in utter bliss. Kelidanya knew what was coming...

Gren pulled back, his teeth digging into her hackles as he fired a load of pre-cum inside of her. The mountain lioness screamed and thrashed, her hyper-sensitive genitals burning as if they had been drenched in molten lava. He pounded her again, and the pain was gone. She had no idea how long she lay there as he rocked his hips, taking her from the heights of ecstasy to the depths of agony, each time leaving another small contribution behind.

Her only gauge of time was the soreness of her own voice. When he finally finished with her, her roars of pain were hoarse squeaks. She arched her back and moaned, her mind reeling as Gren flared deep inside of her, spewing a fresh load of lion seed into her fertile womb. She felt each sticky rope sliding past her aching vaginal walls before welling up in her uterus. She could have sworn her belly was swelling heavy with his seed. He leapt off of her, his barbs digging into her still-quivering clitoris. All she could do was drop her jaw and shudder, drooling uselessly on the ground, despite her intense desire to turn and assault Gren.

Kelidanya collapsed onto her side, well and truly bred. Her rump was coated in Gren's sticky juices, leaking from both holes onto her thighs. The Night Elf panted, managing to open one eye to look around the room. Gren was watching her with caution, and the Tauren druid watched from the gate, seeming almost amused. Kelidanya's claws came out just looking at the black-furred bovine. Her vengeance would have to wait...of course. Surely the Tauren wouldn't stay there forever...and once he left, she could shift back and make her escape...somehow. She would simply wait for Gren to fall asleep...

Kelidanya winced, able to feel the druid's magic flowing through the air. She knew what Kaduum must be casting. Looking over her shoulder, her fears were confirmed. Gren was approaching, his cock swaying back and forth beneath him. She sobbed gently. If she was going to escape, she'd first have to survive the night!

She was too tired to swivel onto her belly, much less fight back. Gren simply walked over her as she lay on her side. He mounted her anyway, not even bothering to pin her with his teeth. She lay there whimpering quietly...until he penetrated her. Her last coherent thought, before she roiled in pain and pleasure, was that she was in for a long night.

* * * * *

Kelidanya opened her eyes. Every one of her muscles ached. Under Kaduum's watch, Gren had bred her more times than she could count. As soon as the black lion had finished another coupling, a single spell and he was ready for more. Kaduum had refused her the same courtesy, however. After a few dozen times, the Night Elf began passing out during the intense pain of Gren's final pull-back. She would doze for what must have been only a few short minutes before she was woken by another eager thrust.

But now it seemed she had woken of her own accord. Thin pale light filtered through the log walls of the stables. Her ordeal must have continued throughout the evening and throughout the night. Legs shaking, she stood, grimacing at the sticky mess between her legs. She noticed a large bowl of water, wondering idly when it had been placed there. Kaduum had left at some point, allowing Gren to tire as he might in the wild. Now the black lion slept peacefully a few paces away from her.

Kelidanya's eyes locked on the massive lion, watching his chest rise and fall with his heavy breaths. Her sharp eyes fixed on the spirals in his fur, focusing on each singular hair in turn as she scanned his body. The entire pen reeked of sex...of Kelidanya and of Gren. She took a step toward him, her thoughts blurry, confused. Gritting her teeth, she bared her claws, taking another heavy step toward the sleeping lion. This was her chance!

Her chance for what? She shook her head, trying to clear it. Taking deep breaths, his scent filtered into her nostrils, making her tingle between her legs. His wet seed cooled her heat where it touched her, but inside, she felt that familiar itch. No wonder she had woken! The fire was building between her legs. She took another step forward, raising her paw above the sleeping lion's head.

She swung, but her claws were sheathed. Instead of striking him, she nudged him. Gren woke and yawned, looking over at the lioness in surprise. Kneeling to lick his face, Kelidanya slowly turned, her legs aching with each step. With a flick of her tail, she revealed herself to him. Her painted rump dripped temptingly for Gren, who was on his feet in an instance. Purring softly, Kelidanya knelt in front of him, looking over her shoulder at the massive lion. He would sate her burning itch. He had to!

He took her again. She yowled and thrust, writhing in pleasure and pain in equal measure. She clenched hard around his cock, milking him. When he finished with her, she was content, but in moments, the itch had returned. She presented herself again to the lion, and he took her again. The two lions must have copulated a dozen more times that morning before Gren began to refuse her raised-tail offering.

Unable to force him, Kelidanya waited, rolling on her back and kicking her legs. All she knew now was that she needed him. Gren could fix her ache, fill her with ecstasy, and send her mind reeling. Nothing else mattered!

She woke him as soon as she dared, and he mated her again. Together, the two lions slept, and when they woke, they mated. The young Night Elf embraced this new routine, spending every waking moment rocking back and forth in bliss, only to collapse into desperate sleep. Her heat drove her, again and again, to Gren, and he was more than happy to oblige. Kelidanya lost all track of time.

* * * * *

Her eyes opened, dim moonlight barely illuminating the dark animal pen. She blinked. Something was missing! Clearing her head, she realized that her itch was gone! Her entire body ached, but her sore muscles paled in comparison to her abused genitals. She winced as she stood, looking around the pen to find Gren sleeping in the corner. For the first time in what seemed like days, Kelidanya could think clearly.

Her eyes popped open. She needed to shift back! If she didn't return to her true form, she would become pregnant and be stuck as a lioness for months! She glanced at the gate. No Kaduum, no Zagna, no Bom'bay. Gren was sleeping. She was alone. She exhaled in relief. Finally, she was free to morph, and with no time to spare! A day and a half had passed at least, if not two. Either way, she was safe. Surely she hadn't spent all of three days breeding with Gren!

Bones creaking, she crouched, and began to concentrate. She pictured herself: short, but slender; shoulder-length purple hair accentuated by smooth, pale-blue skin. She began to tap into the power of the earth, willing herself to change, but something was wrong! She concentrated harder, reaching out with everything...but no matter how many times she tried, the magic remained just beyond her grasp.

Quiet and calm blanketed the sleeping Crossroads, the tranquility of the night like an impenetrable shield. Yet silence crumbled with the sudden interruption of a mountain lion's shrill, piercing yowl.