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Gatherings - Part Four

"Now then, where were we?" said the bull, pulling off his black linen shirt with relative ease, exposing what could be called 'the personification of deliciousness': an extremely well built, toned, and muscled chest, teasing anyone to run a hand down the perfect body.

Suel looked back and saw the chest, entranced by what was a thing of beauty, but still yowled his displeasure at having to wait even longer. It'd been a long night, and he didn't want to wait any longer. At least now there'd be an additional cock to add to the party.

"And for the best part", started Rhurn, "I want your eyes over here, Samain."

Suel saw Samain turn his head to look at the bull, or more specifically, where the bull was pointing. Tracing his eyes down the bare, muscled arm, Suel found himself soon at a hand, then a finger, and finally at the giant bulge in Rhurn's crotch, still covered by a pair of fairly ordinary pants. As entrancing as it was to Suel, he could only think about how much more love-struck the worgen must have been. Or maybe it was fear?

Without hesitating a second longer, Rhurn undid the tie that held his pants up, letting them fall loose to the ground. In place of the pants stood a monster of a cock: equine in both look and size, the large shaft still only semi erect as it continued to get hard, no doubt Rhurn himself filled with the same lust that Suel possessed. He could hear Samain take a long, drawn in breath, followed by a shy whimper. Suel was annoyed that Rhurn had now stolen the show, showing his displeasure by telling Rhurn to hurry up through the use of an annoyed sounding growl.

"Ah, don't worry. You'll get your turn soon" said Rhurn, ignoring Suel's displeasure, "I've just have to break this slut in first."

Walking around behind the worgen, the bull wrapped an arm around Samain's torso, picking him up with ease as the tauren himself sat down. Sam whimpered loudly as he felt himself lift off the ground, and for once, Suel enjoyed the sight of Rhurn's nonchalance.

"Now sit down, bitch. I'm sure this should be easy for you. Not the first time you've been with a bull, I'm sure of that."

Entranced and watching intently, Suel could not help but gaze at the giant erect shaft poking up into the air. It could certainly be called a monster of a cock, but then again, most tauren had cocks that big in the first place. Rhurn was bigger than the average tauren, however. Watching the display only made Suel hornier, the sound of Samain's whining and the feeble struggle he put up as his ass was placed precariously over the tip of Rhurn's flared shaft, ready to be impaled by the bull's meat at any second. Suel's sharp eyes did notice that Rhurn's other hand was performing a spell, something along the lines of being restorative and water based. Once the bull had finished casting, Suel then picked up a glimmer of light from the monster shaft, realising exactly what the bull had done. Rhurn was not without heart: he had performed an enchantment which had condensed water droplets around his shaft, creating a very rough, very natural lubricant. From what Suel was seeing, he knew the worgen would need it.

Slowly but surely, Rhurn let Samain down, stopping only when the worgen's taint touched the head of his cock. Suel once again heard a whimper of unwillingness, Rhurn responding in kind with a hearty laugh to himself. Suel moved a paw to his own growing shaft, slowly stroking it as he watched the display, and despite the earlier blowjob, he was even hornier than before. The show continued on, Rhurn now visibly applying force on Samain's hips, forcing the poor worgen to take the giant shaft up his would-be tail-hole. A gasp of lust and shock escaped the worgen, and Suel clenched his own ass as he thought about what it must have been like for the worgen, watching as the flared tip of Rhurn's shaft disappeared within Sam, then the first few inches, then more, seemingly fitting the worgen like a glove. Suel only had a brief moment to wonder if the two had done this sort of thing before.

"Com'on slut, get it all the way in there. Damn, maybe you should wear dresses like this more often." he said, turning his head to Suel, "Talk about easy access, yeah?"

Suel couldn't but help utter a growl of agreement, carefully watching as more and more of the shaft slipped inside Sam. In his feral form, he could feel his own dress left nothing to the imagination, though his tail provided some modesty. He didn't care though: the bull was preoccupied with Sam, and the only other possible option of 'back door entrances' came from the possibility that the brown furred worgen from earlier was peeping in on them from the bushes. Suel intended to use his mouth for some more fun, and the last thing he needed was a surprise that could cause him to bite down hard! Chances were slim, and as he saw Sam slide further and further down the shaft, he knew his fun could soon begin. Eventually, Suel saw that the worgen had finally stopped, hilted at the base of Rhurn's cock. To the wolvar's astonishment, Samain had managed to take the entirety of the member inside of him, though at some cost: the worgen's face was frozen in utter pleasure, eyes looking at the sky and tongue hanging out idly, clearly engulfed in raw ecstasy as the bull's shaft lay inside of his ass.

"Go ahead, kitty cat. My part's done, now you can have your fun. Though do keep in mind, I'm going to have to make this bitch ride me, so expect your own ride to be a little bumpy!"

Smiling at the tauren, Suel withdrew his paw from his now fully erect cock, silently padding up to the stunned worgen, weaving his way amongst the tangle of tauren and worgen legs, until his nose bumped with Sam's erect, leaking cock. Looking up at the worgen's face once again, Suel could only feel more and more turned on by the cum spattered fur that adorned the worgen's face, thinking the combination of the lustful, paralysed gaze alongside the cum soaked fur made for a wonderful look. It made him giddy inside, and only hastened his desire to play with the worgen's tempting penis. Making no effort to tease or slowly work with the cock, Suel eagerly opened his muzzle to allow the cock to slide in, already slick with the worgen's pre-cum, the slickness of which made it much easier for Suel to slip more of the relatively smaller shaft inside his mouth, reaching the base before pulling back, rough tongue digging into the sensitive underside of Sam's cock. This seemed to snap the worgen back to reality slightly, as a loud moan of pleasure emerged from above Suel's head.

"Ah, excellent work getting the bitch back into it, Suel," said Rhurn, smirking as he raised his free hand to tug on the worgen's mane, speaking into Sam's ear. "Now I want you to ride my cock nice and slowly, because we have got to let Suel keep up, eh? "

Sam could only nod, likely from having all his thoughts focused on the tauren's shaft that lay inside of him, and that he'd now have to ride it. Suel didn't care though: as long as the worgen didn't ride up and down too fast, Suel would be able to work his own kind of special magic just as easy. The wolvar smirked as he noticed Sam's hips starting to move up and down, and decided he'd instead make Sam work around him. Resuming his task, Suel moved his head back down onto the worgen's cock, now slick with his own saliva and fuelled by the scent of the horny worgen's member, eager to be able to suck Sam off, the desire to feel the horny worgen's seed run down his throat all too strong.

It was around the same time that Suel pulled his head back that Sam started to ride the tauren's cock back down again, noticeably loud moans of pleasure coming from both worgen and tauren: noticeably more so from the former. The cat-form wolvar tried took pleasure in pulling his head back from Sam's cock and admiring the view below him: watching the thick girth of the tauren's black cock near effortlessly slide in and out of the worgen's rear, the notion of which drove Suel to greedily resume sucking at the worgen's erect member. Bringing his maw down until it reached the worgen's knot, Suel made sure to pull back with his rough tongue wrapped rightly around the sensitive shaft, eager to make poor Sam squirm even more. Suel could tell the worgen was close to orgasming: the constant spurts of pre-cum and general pent-up smell of the shaft were clear indicators, not to mention the intense pleasure the worgen would be receiving from having his ass filled so tightly.

On that note, Suel observed that Sam was still only riding the tauren very slowly, making a noticeable effort to let Suel work his maw on the cock. Rhurn didn't seem to mind either, as Suel looked up and lock eyes with the black bull, giving an approving smile to wolvar as if he didn't even notice the effeminate worgen straddling his cock between the two. Redoubling efforts, Suel focused back on the worgen, casually making note of a stomach bulge as he sucked faster and faster on Sam's cock, hearing the worgen whine and squirm as he neared orgasm. Suel let out an approving, almost dominant growl, signalling his want for the worgen's seed, eager to devour it, the scent of sex driving Suel into lust filled frenzy. It didn't need to last long however, as a few loud gasps and whines from Sam, accompanied by his now twitching cock, signalled Suel had performed his work well. With cat-like reflexes, Suel thrust his entire maw down onto the cock, surpassing the knot in one go, easily tying his mouth to the worgen's jerking shaft. Feeling the rush of fluid into his mouth accompanied by more moans, Suel delighted in the feeling of having Sam' hot seed finally in his mouth, his lust sated and his hunger satiated. He wasted no time in drinking down the creamy fluid, tongue rubbing the underside of the cock to coax more and more out. The taste was ungodly, a mixture comprised mostly of his own burning horniness's desire to feel cum down his throat, and it was certainly no disappointment. The disappointment came from the girly worgen's lack of potential: almost as soon as the orgasm had started, it was over, the last few strands of seed dribbling into Suel's knotted muzzle as Sam sat, still impaled by the tauren, panting and exhausted. The wolvar made the most of the situation, drinking down every last drop of white ejaculate, before untying his maw from Sam's now slightly shrunken shaft. Pulling back from the scene, Suel growled and purred contently, locking eyes with the exhausted Sam, shooting him his deadliest, most sexual, and most taunting smirk, licking at his lips to let Sam know that he was very satisfied with the worgen.

Stretching out his cat-form body, he lazily watched the tauren gently fuck the worgen: Rhurn seemingly content with having the worgen slowly ride up and down the shaft, picking up the pace quickly. The gentleness remained, but the speed increased, alongside the frequency of moans and whines coming from the worgen. Rhurn didn't seem to flinch or react at all, simply holding onto Sam's hips as the worgen rode his shaft, a smile of satisfaction written across the tauren's face. It felt almost rehearsed, and it seemed the act of being overly dominant had left the bull: for one thing, he had stopped calling Sam a slut every time he opened his mouth. Suddenly, it reached the point where Rhurn finally started to grunt, his face grimacing as he quite visibly neared orgasm. Sam didn't slow or falter in his task, easily straddlingly the cock, tongue hanging idly out of his maw, face still strained with white streaks, and seemingly still filled with intense pleasure. A loud grunt emerged from Rhurn, followed by a howl from Sam as the worgen forced himself back down onto the bull's body, hilting himself on Rhurn's black equine cock, looking skyward as the bull finally orgasmed.

To Suel, it was quite arousing. He hadn't had another release since he made Sam give him a blowjob, and performing his own oral act alongside this was clearly a potent way to get his horniness peaking! Suel spotted the flow of white fluid emerging from Sam's rear, straining the fur around his hole, as well as dripping onto Rhurn's balls, and below that the grass, turning green to white in a few drops of bull-seed.

The feral form wolvar kept quiet, giving the two some time to recover from their ordeal. Casually, Rhurn pushed Sam off of his now only semi-erect member, positioning the stunned worgen face down into the grass, ass held high in the air, the now-cum strained dress providing no modesty for the exhausted worgen. A small trickle of white seed trailed out of his used hole, running down to his balls, proof of just how well-bred he had been. Standing up, the tauren looked down lovingly at the spent, well-positioned worgen before turning to look down at Suel, the feral druid locking eyes with him once more.

"Don't look at me like that. The bitch loves it like that: face down, ass up! Plus, means all my hard work stays where it belongs, don't you agree?" said the bull, seemingly proud of how well he handled such a gentle fucking.

The attitude was back again, and Suel could only stare back with a part disbelieving, part sarcastic glare. For such a well-endowed tauren, watching him fuck Sam could have been called underwhelming. The wolvar had higher expectations of such an arrogant bull, he had at least hoped that the sex would match the attitude.

"Oh, I know what you're thinking" started Rhurn, giving Suel a toothy smile, "and I can assure you that you are wrong. You think that was sex? Pah, the Earthmother gives us tauren huge cocks so we can fuck, not loll around in the grass. That was merely a warm-up. I'm going to show you a real demonstration!"

"First thing's first: let's get that dress off of you. Keep the rest, but I think 'easy access' is beaten by 'total access', right?" said Rhurn, taking another step toward Suel, hoof plating firmly in the ground.

In response, Suel cautiously strode back, having grown rather fond of his girly dress. It was also to spite the bull: after all, he wanted to make the tauren work a little! Though clearly, he started to regret his decision as a curious look emerged on Rhurn's face.

"Going to be like that, huh?" he said, hands wiggling by his sides. "Just the way I like it."

With that, the bull invoked his own druidic powers, taking the form of a mighty and imposing black bear, towering over Suel in his feral cat form. Suel was sold: he knew his total weakness was dominant ferals. Was the tauren also a mind reader? None of it mattered though, as Suel knew he'd still make sure the now-bear would have to still work for it! Growling at the bear, he made sure to assume an agile, ready stance, being prepared for the first move. Toothily, Rhurn smiled at him, making a feint to the right.

To Suel's utter dismay, he fell for the simple trick, allowing him to be caught right in the bear's path as it leapt on top of him, pinning him to the ground with ease. Like he had done for most of the night, he'd yet again underestimated the tauren. Feeling a closing tightness around the scruff of his neck, Suel felt himself hauled up by the tight jaws of the bear, swinging around in the air until he faced Sam, still lying face down in the grass, leaking ass poised vulnerably in the air. Suddenly, the grip was released, dropping Suel to the ground with a thud. He tried to scramble away, but a firm paw on his tailbone held him to the ground, knowing that escape was now impossible.

"Now then, Suel of the Wolvar," said an incredibly rough, almost guttural voice, clearly the voice of the bear, "whatever you do. Do NOT move. More importantly though, do NOT tell Sam about what is about to happen."

Suel froze stiff. The commanding voice of the bear compelled him to stay still, knowing that this was certainly not the time to mess around. Rightfully so, as the wolvar felt the sharp edge of a claw nick into his fur between his shoulder blades: right above the back of the corset. It didn't break skin, but the feel of what was essentially a dagger between his back made Suel uncomfortable. Luckily, his worries were put to rest as he felt Rhurn run the sharpened claw down his back, slicing into the tough fabric of the corset. Suel could tell from the sound of the splitting fabric, alongside with the sudden looseness in his chest as the claw worked its way down, opening up more and more space for the wolvar to breath. Finally, it reached the frilly skirt, and Rhurn had no trouble slicing through the paper thin fabric. With that, the corset fell to the ground, and Suel could breathe properly again.

"Now then, kitty. Get up and mount the worgen. I smell how much you want him."

Feeling the grip of the paw release him, Suel obediently obeyed the bear, happily taking his position over the worgen. His barbed cock brushed against the wet entrance that was Sam's hole, fighting the urge to simply put himself inside. He wriggled and adjusted, seemingly without Sam even knowing he were there, and he placed both front paws down onto the worgen's shoulder blades, above the corset's edges, assuming quite a dominant position over the worgen. He hadn't need the bear to tell him this: as soon as he would have had the opportunity, Suel would have mounted the worgen without second thought.

"Just remember though," continued Rhurn, rumbling voice getting closer behind Suel, "that I can smell how much you want me, too."

Lust and excitement were awash in Suel's mind. Without even wanting a nod of approval from Rhurn, Suel found himself moving his hips, guiding his erect shaft to the slick entrance to Sam's rear, lodging the tip of his barbed cock within it. His seemed to wake Sam, once again, out of his trance, not that being face down in grass was much different to being out of it completely. Now though, he did wait, turning to feel the bear's nose pressing against the wolvar's taint. Seemingly satisfied with whatever it was, the bear let out a growl of excitement at Suel, not waiting on a response before mounting Suel in a similar fashion to how he had done Sam. Two large paws pressed down on the feral cat's back and a thick cock waiting patiently pressed up against his taint, Suel knew that anyone wandering in would certainly see a very arousing sight. Feeling the warm breath of Rhurn's muzzle in his hear, Suel waited eagerly for the alpha feral's commands.

"Hurry up and start fucking the slut, slut."

Suel needed no further encouragement. Aside from the somewhat annoying overuse of the word 'slut', he was already entranced by the prospect of fucking Sam. Eagerly, he shoved his hips forward, leaving no room for a 'warm-up', Sam's slick insides allowing for very easy access. The worgen let out two muffled cries; first as Suel rapidly entered his ass, and second as the feral cat pulled back, barbs scraping against the inside of the worgen's cum soaked hole. Like before, he didn't care for the worgen, jumping right into the action, having already teased himself from pawing while watching Sam getting fucked by Rhurn. Suel had not forgotten about the bear, however, and it came time that the black feral wanted in on the action.

Feeling the paws on his back push down hard, Suel then felt the tip of the bear's cock pushing itself inside of him, hoping to all the gods that the Rhurn had performed the same lubrication spell for him. Slowly but surely it pushed its way inside, working with Suel's own rhythmic hip thrusts as he continued to pound at Sam's hole. Thankfully, Suel had forgotten about Rhurn's previous orgasm, and the remnant cum had allowed for a well deserving lube, making entry easier and slickening his hole for the bear's access. With every pull back that Suel made, two reactions came of it: Sam would let out another muffled howl or whimper, quite clearly pleasured by the retreating barbs, and secondly Suel would feel more of the bear's length fill inside of him, his tight hole eager to be fucked roughly by the feral. With enough ins and outs of Sam's ass, Suel found himself hilted on the bear's shaft, panting in heat due to the size of the monster cock. It felt smaller than he imagined, but that may have been due to the shift from tauren to bear. No matter the reasoning, the member was large enough, pushing right into Suel, making the feral cat purr and pant from the pleasure. Not long after he had been hilted, Rhurn started to pull back, making his own efforts to start fucking Suel's ass in synchronisation with the wolvar's hips.

Each thrust into Sam made the bear withdraw his till it lay just wedged inside, and each pull back from the worgen's ass forced Rhurn's massive cock right back into place, yelps of pleasure coming from all three: whines from Sam, moans from Suel, and grunts from Rhurn. It didn't take them long before the pace increased further, becoming second nature to the primal lust in the air as the threesome continued. Suel felt his orgasm welling up, not close, but the brutal fucking coming from the bear was more than enough to keep him on edge, his ass filled one moment then empty the next, rapidly changing in a matter of moments. At one point, Suel could have sworn he heard Sam whimper louder than usual, wondering if he'd managed to make the worgen cum from being fucked, noticing that his body was twitching despite being under the weight of the feral cat, and to a lesser extent, the feral bear. Suel took pride in his hopeful accomplishment, but the threesome deemed he only cared about his own orgasm, and Rhurn's. Cumming onto the ground was a waste, and the wolvar knew that he'd ensure that he added to the already sticky mess inside Sam's ass.

Rhurn had reached the pace where he was growling constantly, in and out of Suel's ass at lightning speeds. Suel had no idea how he managed to take it, simply too caught up in the heat of the moment to notice just how roughly the bear had been pounding his ass. Three more fast, hard, and brutal thrusts into the worgen pushed Suel over the edge. He had been thinking too hard on the feral bear's cock that he'd forgotten about his own, and with his relentless thrusts into Sam's filled rear, Suel felt the rush of pleasure as his balls churned up another load of seed to deliver right into the spent worgen. He yowled at the moon as his sperm rushed out through his penis and into Sam's eager ass, easily causing the worgen's hole to overflow with seed due to the sheer amount that both he and Rhurn and dumped into him, plus Suel's own barbed cock which currently plugged the hole to some extent. The scent of lust was now lingering in the air, and Rhurn must have caught on, growling even louder and pushing the now spent Suel down onto Sam's back.

Suel could feel the bear's large hips pushing at his own, claws almost digging into his back as the bear made his finishing thrusts. The wolvar lay panting and lust filled on top of the worgen, only the feeling of the cock sliding in and out of his cum slickened hole. With a final thrust accompanied by a roar that shook throughout the Moonglade, Rhurn jammed his shaft down into Suel, causing the wolvar to moan just as loud as the bear's cock erupted into orgasm once again, the warmth of the bear's seed filling Suel up from the inside. The wolvar continued to pant loudly as the bear held him down, moments passing by as the bear continued to unload his sticky cum into Suel's tail-hole; finally coming to an end quite a few seconds after orgasm had been achieved.

It was at the end that the bear, now spent alongside the rest of them, slumped down onto the ground, cock easily withdrawing from Suel's used ass, the motion of which caused the wolvar himself to fall down likewise, bringing Sam with him. There on the grass they lay, Suel sandwiched between the worgen and the bear, with the smell of sex omnipresent around them as his wet cock stiffened again, the feeling of the cum leaking out of his ass ever so arousing to him. Despite this, it seemed the night would be coming to a close. Rhurn was spent, at least for now, and Sam was off, head right in the clouds thanks to the vicious fuckings he had received throughout the night. Feeling tired, he managed to finally revert back to his wolvar form, finding it much more comfortable judging by how he was wedged in. Upon dozing off, Suel could only think of what people would say if they were to stumble across the little tree and bushes, but chose not to think too hard on it. No one would question the trio.

After all, three druids meant serious business.

THE END

Cadray, 2014. Ft. Suel.