Bear Necessities
Suel fights his first opponent, though not before enjoying a tasty breakfast of feline fluids. Will the added strength be enough to dominate a bear?
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Suel shifted into raven after the brief confrontation with Hrevard. He was angry, but as a druid he was taught to handle rising emotion. He suppressed the quiet rage and flew back to the night elf quarter. Fighting on an empty stomach was always a bad idea, and if he wanted to win those fights, Suel had to prepare accordingly. That meant meals and a good night rest at the local inn. After bargaining with the innkeeper, Suel found a cozy room with a view towards the local park. The vegetation soothed him, and the proximity to a Moonwell made him feel right back at home.
"Three fights? I'll give you more than you can handle," Suel said and jumped into the cozy bed. He shifted into cat, wrapped his fluffy tail around his body, and fell asleep before he knew it.
Morning came with a growling stomach and a stiff cock. Suel growled, rolling on his belly. He swished his fluffy tail around, then laid it straight over the bed. His feline cock was fully out of its sheath, glistening with a wet sheen. He didn't need to inhale the scent of semen to realize he humped his bedding. His crotch tingled with the fatigue specific to a recent mating. Suel pushed his head underneath a flank and cleaned his barbed cock with a throughout swipe of his tongue. It felt unreasonably good to feel barbs entangle with barbs so early in the morning. Moaning wishfully, Suel pushed deep within his maw. His tongue curled around his shaft, and before he knew it, he started humping his muzzle. He pressed down hard on his balls, stretching the sheath to its limits. For a male, that meant a messy and explosive orgasm.
Suel unloaded his erupting seed with a muffled cry. Hot jets of semen splashed against his tongue and slid into his throat where they were quickly swallowed. Suel pressed the pads of a paw against his clenching tailhole, providing additional stimulation to his throbbing cock. That spiked his pleasure way over the edge, allowing for a long and drawn out climax. He came until his butt ached and his tongue stung.
Suel released his retreating cock, playing the sticky semen inside his muzzle before swallowing it all.
"Delicious," he said once he became a wolvar again. Suel suggested seed based dishes to several innkeepers, but none took him seriously. Not even the one offering lodging and food for participants that were about to engage in acts of wild, messy mating.
Suel had his breakfast, then spent the rest of the morning researching the other combatants. Today, he set his eyes on Vengar the druid. He was a tauren who preferred bear form over everything else. Suel watched him fight. He charged in recklessly, using his sheer strength to dominate the weaker opponents. Did he ever use spells and abilities? It remained to be seen.
Suel booked a fight in the evening, and found himself upon the sands of the arena shortly before sundown. The worgen spoke his introductions. Like last time, Suel paid no attention. He was too busy running plans and tactics through his head.
Once the arena master announced the start of the fight, Suel shifted into cat. He was agile and quick, but also weak enough to trigger the bear's recklessness. He came in charging, going for a quick finish. Suel leaped out of the way and shifted back into wolvar. Mana raged inside him, and with a quick spell and enough focus, he summoned a handful of vines from the barren dust. The green snakes wrapped tightly around the bear's limbs, immobilizing him.
"I got you now, sweet butt," Suel said, walking towards his captive prize.
"Claim him!" A voice roared from the crowd.
"You need to penetrate him, or-"
The words didn't register. A violent typhoon crashed into Suel, sending him soaring through the air. He slammed into the wall of the arena, crying in pain.
He clenched his muzzle and snarled. That tawny bastard actually shifted. Suel sent an insect swarm to distract him. To no avail. The druid blasted every pest away with the pure energy of his wrath.
At least that gave Suel the opportunity to get up. He walked around his opponent, thinking. He knew whoever shifted first opened himself to the hibernation spell. Suel called upon moonfire. He blasted the sand right in front of the druid, then shifted into cat, leaping upon his dazed form. They clashed and fell together, a heap of paws and limbs. The tauren was stronger, but Suel had quickness on his side. He grabbed one burly arm inside his jaws and thrust wildly, poking for his anus. After all the taurens he mated, finding the proper hole was easy. Suel buried his barbed tip inside the puckered ring of muscles, forcing a roar of defeat from the tauren.
"You win this one, friend. Have me however you like," he said, then shifted back into bear.
"Wonderful," Suel smiled. He summoned his entangling roots again, wrapping his cuddly prize tightly in the pack of vines. "You should have given up the first time, because even if you won, I don't think you had something like this in mind...friend," Suel smiled, licking along a furred ear.
The bear growled helplessly as he was taken from behind. Suel wrapped his arms around the beast's great girth and lifted him off the ground with the help of his vines. It took a bit of mana, but he had the bear right where he wanted. Licking his muzzle, Suel thrust his erect cock around the bear's tight hole until he found its mark. It was wet with precum and warm with lust. With one harsh push, Suel buried his knot into that tight ursine arse.
"Grrr," he growled lustfully, unleashing the first streams of his scalding seed. The bear too joined in, moaning softly. His pink cock burst out of its furred sheath, throbbing and slapping against the beast's belly. It was wet with slime and dripping with precum. Suel couldn't allow such a precious treat to go to waste. He curled his head around and took the bear's cock right inside his maw.
The tauren roared quite harshly, and clenched in the same manner. He was probably not used to be taken both ways. His ass spasmed wildly, sending Suel's pleasure peaking. The wolvar closed his eyes and groaned. A long, continuous stream of semen left his rock hard cock, spearing through the bear's squirming insides. The warmth tickled and lubricated his muscles, and also caressed one of the most sensitive organs males had at their disposal.
Suel howled, joined by the bear's desperate growl. His cock pulsated wildly, preparing to unleash its burden. Suel's mind was aflame with pleasure and lust. He imagined his own tailhole being flooded with warm semen, and that sent him into a lustful frenzy. He humped and cummed into the bear's tailhole while his tongue greedily licked around the tensing tip. It throbbed once, twice, then went completely still before an avalanche of semen rushed through the heart shaped tip.
Suel took it all in. He pushed his muzzle further down, allowing the ursine cock to slide all the way into his throat for a direct feed of liquid warmth. Rushes of gooey semen washed down his throat, forcing the bear to growl and trash with every throb.
Once he emptied his ballsack, Suel released the bear's spent cock from his mouth. He licked the oozing drops, shooting the bear a mischievous look. The tauren blinked, panting. He was completely spent, and paid little attention to Suel's dirty muzzle.
His loss. Suel kept him tied for a couple more spurts, then pulled out his knot with an angry growl. Jets of cum soaked the sand, splashing every time the bear's flooded tailhole clenched.
"Suel, victor!" The arena master declared, and the crowd confirmed it through a roar. Suel basked in the adoration for a few quick heartbeats before shifting to raven and vanishing from sight. Appreciation was nice and fuzzy, but nowhere as warm as a lubricated tailhole. Suel flew towards the inn for a quick meal and returned at nightfall. Feral fights were a lot quicker. There was no magic involved, no tactics. Just pure brawn and muscles.
Suel set his eyes on a few conquests. Tomorrow, he would take them all on and mark the victories with his seed before finally claiming that mean worgen, Hrevard.