The night elf was moving silently through the moonlit woods,
his mind wandering, when a sudden odd and quiet yelp from his pet snapped his
hunter training back into focus. He didn't sense immediate danger, and yet
something had made the Shadowmaw panther restless. Putting a hand down to calm
him, the hunter then caught it too: the faint, estrous scent of a feline... and
something more, but elusive.
It wasn't long before they came upon her, a dim shape moving between the trees
on a rise, her sleek dark blue-violet form silhouetted in the moonlight. Rubbing
wantonly against a tree, the crescent-marked cat gave out a howl, loud, longing
and beckoning.
Mecawyn quickly gripped a tuft of fur, holding back his cat before it gave
chase. He couldn't release Lyrah, because now he knew for certain...
Kaldorei.
The feline shape crested the rise and moved out of view. Mecawyn stepped quickly
to follow, motioning for the panther to fall behind. Years of training kept the
panther obedient.
Moving cautiously behind a large tree at the top of the rise, the hunter found
the cat moving down into a hidden grotto. A small stream ran over a small
outcropping at the far side, emptying into a pool of silvery glowing water. Was
it some form of abandoned moonwell?
Before he could ponder the historical significance of the find, a magical mist
began to form around the cat, and with a burst of mystic sparkling light, it
returned to its true form...
The most beautiful night elf Mecawyn had ever seen.
Her youthful, leather-clad hips swayed in the flickering light of the pool as
she stepped down and entered. He was captivated by those hips as she went
through the motion of bending to wet her hair and then throwing it back, sending
glistening drops of water flying.
The hunter's pulse quickened as she began to carefully unfasten the clasps of
her exquisitely fashioned armour. He couldn't take his eyes off her, the way the
water ran over her lavender skin and made it shine. Shbute released her firm,
round breasts from their bondage, and he felt his manhood stir as he watched her
move her hands over them, obviously glorying in their freedom. He couldn't help
but notice that she slowed the motion, perhaps momentarily satisfied, and
repeated it over her now erect nipples.
There are likely few who can resist the moonlit sight of an unclad Kaldorei
woman bathing waist-deep in an enchanted well, and Mecawyn was not among them.
Entranced, he found himself moving forward almost against his will. He didn't
even notice the snap of the twig until the druid looked towards him in shock and
panic, quickly covering her body. Some instinct told him it was time to retreat,
and he began to move away into the trees, quickening his pace, afraid to look
back.
Without warning, the weight of her cat form hit him full on, her huge paws
bearing him to the ground and onto his back. As she sat upon his chest,
snarling, it was very hard for him to resist the urge to reach for his blade.
Her claws dug into his chest, and her glowing eyes raged at him. He motioned for
Lyrah to stay back.
Without warning, the mist began to form again, and Mecawyn instinctively
shielded his eyes from the flash of light so close to his face. When he opened
them, he was surprised to find that the druid was still naked, but no longer wet
from the pool.
"Your armour bears the mark of Cenarion," she panted heavily, "You are with the
Circle?"
"Well, yes, and you..." his words were cut off as her mouth met his lips
full-on.
"Kyllina," she said, breaking the kiss only long enough to introduce herself
before putting a finger over his lips to silence him.
Without shame, she began to search for the straps and fasteners of his armour,
undressing him. Pleasantly surprised and taken aback, Mecawyn could do little
but watch in amusement as she quickly peeled off his armour and pulled his
embroidered shirt over his head. Her hands took in the blue skin of his muscular
chest, and she lowered her mouth to his again. He relished the texture of her
small lips and the erotic push of her tongue. When she had trouble removing his
belt, he saved her hands from fumbling, met her eyes and helped to remove the
only barrier left between them.
Pulling back his garments, she released his manhood into the cool night air and
began to run her hands over it, working it into hardness and sending shivers
through him. Kissing him again, her mouth ran down his neck, and he couldn't
resist arching his back as she took his nipples between her lips, teasing first
one and then the other. As her lips moved lower down his chest, he realized that
nothing was going to stop this woman from getting what she wanted. Not that he
would try, though he couldn't help but wonder what this display meant. Did he
simply meet her feral need or was her true interest in his affiliation? How long
had she been out here alone? Perhaps, he was merely a rare opportunity to
connect with someone she thought safe, another member of the Circle. The
possibilities were endless, but his mind did not wander among them long. Her
attentions snatched him away with ease.
And for a long time, Kyllina stroked and played with his manhood in the
moonlight. She seemed entranced by it, unable to take her eyes off of it. He
took the opportunity of her utter preoccupation to run his fingers through her
silky blue hair, to marvel at the curves of her hips and to firmly tell his sex
that pulsed with desire to wait. He opened his mouth to speak, but thought
better of it... clearly the druid wasn't in the mood for talking at the moment.
Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against the head of his cock, and he felt
her warm lips moving downward then upwards again. She was kissing the length of
him. Where her mouth was rejoiced and where it was not ached for more. She
changed tactics then, making him gasp as she cupped his sack with one hand and
toying with his tip with the other. Her tongue never left him, and he felt lost
and yet found. When she glanced up at him and enveloped the head of his cock
with her mouth, he felt her tongue working her saliva around it and over it.
The wetness was exquisite, but she did not let him linger, increasing the speed
and longing of her touch. She moved a hand to caress her breast. Her body
pressed against his leg and she began to turn her head from side to side. Her
own need was obvious. The pleasure became unbearable, and he felt his pelvic
muscles tensing. Mecawyn put his hand on her hair and pulled back a bit as a
warning.
Looking up with understanding but little sympathy, she straddled him full and,
leaning forward, pressed her breasts against his chest. She reached down and
grasped his cock with one hand, opening herself with the other. She moved
downwards, and suddenly he felt the hot tightness of her womanhood envelop him.
They both moaned in unison at the almost unbearable pleasure of it.
Lifting up, Kyllina put her hands on his chest. Just minutes before, it had been
her paws in the same spot! Memories of the pain her claws inflicted mix with the
movement of her hips as she rubbed herself against him. His rock hard cock felt
her warmth with ease. She coated their embrace entirely. Kyllina was amazingly
wet already, and Mecawyn was not surprised.
Kyllina closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she rocked back and forth,
savouring the fullness of him inside of her. Mecawyn took the opportunity to
drink in the sight of her, the curve of her luscious hips, the sway of her full
breasts, and especially her stunning face, adorned with blue markings in a
butterfly-like shape. That glimpse told him that she had wings within her though
she did not know it. Her long, pointed ears bounced and moved in rhythm with her
arching motions.
Mecawyn concentrated, attempting to control his passion, as she moved faster and
faster, closer and closer to climax. Suddenly her hips were squeezing him, her
fingernails digging into his chest, and a little scream told him that she was
coming. A few heartbeats, a few panting breaths later, she rose and began to
walk away.
Puzzled, Mecawyn got up and took a few cautious steps to follow. But he could
tell from the playful sway of her hips and bounce in her step that the night was
still young.
Returning to the grotto, Kyllina bent down over her belongings and produced a
long and soft fur-lined cloak. She draped it over one shoulder, concealing half
of herself teasingly, while moving over to a grassy area beside the pool.
Spreading the cloak on the grass, she stepped onto it and began to dance.
Mecawyn stared... and felt a bit foolish when he realized his erection was still
strong, bobbing up and down and unfulfilled in front of him. To hide it, he took
a seat in the grass before her. Lyrah came out of hiding to sit beside him.
It was no ordinary dance; for soon Kyllina began to move in erotic and probably
forbidden ways. Her hands moved over her breasts and thighs, one moment
concealing, the next revealing. Lowering herself down to the ground, she
continued to move upon her knees and sway in a dancing rhythm, revealing sensual
views of her round ass one moment and glistening pussy the next.
Mecawyn could resist her exhibition no longer. Moving towards her, he wrapped
his arms around her from behind, cupping her breasts. She could feel his cock
pressing against her bare bottom as he teased her nipples and kissed her neck.
Turning her to face him, Mecawyn kissed her lips passionately and long, with
clear desperation. His hands moved over her body, taking in the marvel of her,
from her face down to her breasts, over her thighs and her ass. Moving his
kisses down over her neck and shoulders, he playfully licked one of Kyllina's
nipples. Her shudder begs him to go further, and he obliges by sucking with
steadily increasing force, tasting it with his mouth and feeling its fullness
with his hand.
Enjoying the feeling of his mouth on her breasts, Kyllina spreads her legs open
in invitation. His hand follows, over her inner thighs and then up to her pussy.
As he rubs her swollen lips, he cannot resist sliding two fingers inside of her,
and she shudders at the feeling. Bringing his hand back up to his face, he
inhales her scent and tests her flavour on his tongue. He has her now.
His training snaps to attention within, and Mecawyn pushes his prey to the
ground. She gasps, looking at him with piqued interest. Moving quickly now, he
lifts and spreads her legs with his strong arms, revealing her swollen purple
mound beneath a small patch of blue hair. He spreads her tender lips, revealing
a dripping wet vulva. Moving closer, he wraps an arm around her thighs and waist
to get as close as he possibly can, his mouth pressed against her womanhood, his
tongue kissing her inner lips. He feels her hips rise in response to his tongue
finding her clit, and he teases it and pulls on it with his lips. Mecawyn begins
to lick faster, pushing two fingers deep inside of her and feeling her squirm in
pleasure. Working his fingers in and out, he drinks in the sweet taste and
powerful scent of her.
Releasing his hold of her leg from a grip much tighter than he remembers using,
he moves himself up between her thighs, pressing his cock against her pussy.
Looking deep into each other's eyes and never looking away, she plays her part
and he his -- open and entering. He thrills as he plunges his swollen cock deep
inside of her. A gasp escapes Kyllina's lips as she feels his hips begin to
move, his cock thrusting into her -- each forward thrust filling her and each
pull back teasing. Grabbing his tight ass, she feels his powerful muscles
rippling and tensing as he thrusts, the pleasure crashing against her like waves
against a shore. Her pussy begins to contract around his cock, waves of pleasure
washing over her body as she comes.
As she begins to come down from her intense orgasm, Kyllina realizes from his
breathing and the intensity of his thrusts that Mecawyn is about to climax.
"Wait!" she laughs, pulling away from him and pushing him onto his back.
Quickly, she moves her mouth over his quivering wet cock, moving her lips over
his head and stroking the length of him quickly with her hand. Moments later she
feels his come erupt into her mouth, its sticky thickness spurting rhythmically.
A drip trickles down her cheek, and she swallows reflexively.
A whimper nearby draws their attention to Lyrah, pacing back and forth. "He has
been enjoying the show," Mecawyn says, as they can both see the panther's slim
red penis hanging beneath him.
"Cats will often take multiple mates. Perhaps I can help," the druid laughs
playfully, as a magical mist begins to form.
"What? Are you... is that..." stammers Mecawyn, eyebrows raised.
"It is not forbidden by my order, just... never spoken of," she says, as the now
familiar flash of light completes her transformation into cat form.
Amazed, Mecawyn watches as Kyllina approaches Lyrah and rubbs up against him,
biting at him playfully and rolling on her back in front of him. Kyllina pounces
over to the grass, and Lyrah begins to follow her, trying to catch her scent.
Lowering herself to the ground, she raises her hind quarters and moves her tail
to her side, presenting herself to the panther.
Lyrah approached her warily, sniffing the air. Then, in a surprisingly quick
motion, he lunged forward, biting down onto her neck and pinning her in place.
Kyllina emits a pleased growl while he mounts her and enters without any
hesitation--an act of pure animalistic lust. The panther's thrusts are shallow,
but extremely quick and relentless. Kyllina's pleasure is clearly rising, but in
a moment Lyrah is spent, and the big cat gives her a gentle nudge before turning
to lie sleepily in the grass.
Rising, her tail lashing, Kyllina approaches Mecawyn again where he sits in
shocked disbelief. He would be embarrassed to admit how aroused he was by the
scene that was -- only seconds ago -- before his eyes, but yet again
conversation does not seem to be on the woman's agenda. Her paw reached for him,
both of them actually, padding their way up his legs, and Mecawyn reached up to
scratch behind her ears and neck without thinking. A cat had always been at his
side. This one showed no sign of being any different, and sure enough Kyllina
began to purr. But when her big feline tongue began to lick what is left of the
come from his still-swollen cock, Mecawyn did jump a little in shock at the
surprise.
Getting up, the big cat nudges and rubs against his chest wantonly. Still
purring, she lowers herself again, raises her behind and moves her tail to the
side.
"Do you really..." stammers Mecawyn, but he already knows the exciting answer.
It would seem the Kaldorei is truly satiating an immense, instinctual need. She
has had two helpings, and now her back paws claw the ground in anticipation and
her swollen pussy is raised high. It could only mean she was shamelessly asking
for more.
His heart tries to beat itself out of his chest while his swollen hard cock
pulsed equally for attention and compells him forward. Torn but exhilarated,
Mecawyn rises onto his knees determined to satisfy his wanton feline friend,
using a tight grip on her fur to push himself inside. A low growl warns him: in
this form, her pussy is much smaller, tighter and more sensitive. But thankfully
-- sweetly -- it is wet, from both her own desire and Lyrah's watery come, and
Mecawyn manages to walk a fine line between terror, curiosity, resistance and
urgency in order to be with her.
For a moment, Mecawyn pauses to truly feel the intense pleasure, the squeezing
tight pressure around his cock. As he begins slow long strokes, he knows that he
will not have any problem reaching a second orgasm so soon. He had never
imagined anything could feel so amazing, and he wondered how different it felt
for Kyllina in this form. As if in answer to the thought, her tail whips back
and wraps around his waist, melting him and practically begging him to release
the delicate control he has over their union. In response, he moves faster,
thrusts harder, holding her coat tighter as the sensations building without end
in sight.
Moving closer and closer to the edge, Mecawyn barely comprehends the forming of
the mist around him. His eyes are squeezed shut in the longest, most intense
orgasm he has ever experienced, while flashes of light dance around him unseen.
Opening them he realizes Kyllina has changed back to human form, and they are
both coming simultaneously – she is bent on her knees before him, and he is
thrusting violently against her ass, his hand on her shoulder, bracing and
possessing.
Her pussy contracts tightly as she comes, over and over, both of them gasping
and letting out small shouts and screams, his cock pulsing and erupting, again
and again. It lasts for an unbelievable several minutes; with him still deep in
orgasm long after he had emptied himself, and her engulfed in waves of intense
pleasure and dripping with sweat. Kyllina had heard whispers of this wonderful
and little-known side-effect of the druidic transformational magic but had never
before experienced it herself.
After what seems an eternity, she pulls away, her hand between her thighs as if
to calm her swollen heat. Turning over onto her back, Mecawyn watches for a
moment as his come, mixed with Lyrah's, drips languidly from her deep purple
slit, running down over the tightness of her ass.
They fall into each other's arms next to the moonlit pool, exhausted but
exhilarated. Lyrah joins them, providing a third warm body. For several hours,
they caress and kiss each other in silence, watching and drinking each other's
presence in, until Kyllina finally breaks the silence.
"I am a little embarrassed to admit," she says, her cheeks growing red, "that I
didn't even ask your name."
Thanks to Darren for submitting this story.
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