The Draenei lies naked atop her bed, that dark blue skin blending in with the night of Ashenvale. She remains on her side, a pillow under her head. You sniff about and delightedly discover she is wet and ready, dreaming judging by her quick breaths and slight movement. Gently you lean inside the tent and stand over her form. Very carefully you angle your erect dick towards her moist blue lips. “Mm…” She smiles slightly as your tip begins to breach. Slowly, carefully, you enter her, and then pull out, before moving back in. “Zee, jah…” She mumbles as you move deeper with each successive thrust. She is hot, and terribly wet, it drips down and runs over her legs as you gently mate, her walls clench powerfully around you, her body begging you to drive deeper. You oblige, but too forcefully.
Her eyes slowly open, and you resolve to hilt yourself within her. She wakes full of purpose but remains on her side, looking up at you. “I uh, vhat? Vhat is dis? A wo-“ The shock of it all sinks in and she lurches, but does not panic or move much, simply sitting up. She stares back at you as you remain hilted. There is stillness between you even connected as you are. Then her pussy clenches a few more times and you slowly resume rocking yourself into her.
The Draenei is not scared, she simply seems concerned…
At last she lies her torso back down, but keeps her head raised, watching you. She breathes deeply as you thrust into her. You enjoy taking her on her side like this. Her muscular arm rises to your head and you wait with bated breath. She scratches your ear and rubs your neck encouragingly while she lies luxuriously enjoying the mating at her convenience. You get the sense she has the power here and do your best to please her. You focus on picking up the pace slightly, now that you have approval. The Draenei draws her legs up closer, to allow you better access.
“Ahhh, so, so long….” She murmurs, as she blinks slowly, still watching you. Her mighty body moves slowly, undulating with your thrusts. “Mm.” she lies her head down on the pillow and closes her eyes. You push on as time melts away and runs in rivulets over your mistress’ thigh with her juices. An hour passes like this, pleasing her, until she begins to get close, her horned head rises off the pillow and she clutches at your neck fur with demands in her bright eyes.
That long tail curls around you a few times, and begins pulling you closer over her. She smiles at you. She has a strange view of beasts, not that you mind as you begin to crest behind her. “Ah, at last, I… Zips is… oh my…. Oh MY.” Her voice raises and she bites one of her neck tendrils to quiet down. Her muscles drawn and clench around you bringing you deeper than ever. “Ah, pleaze, be enough, be long…” she whispers as her vagina sucks you in. You feel it then, her cervix, lowering over your cock tip. Panting you begin to lose control and thrust into it, desperate to feel her womb. “Jah, JAH, Yeeesss…”
She shudders forcefully, around your member and beneath you she shakes like an earthquake as a long awaited orgasm crashes over her. She douses your member in juices, and they make it out of her pussy as your knot grows, readying to lock you to together for the final act. Tongue lolling about before you, you start to release. Her eyes snap open wide, and she emits a threatening hiss as your member engorges within her. “Zank you leetle dawg but..” She says, and her clutching arm pushes you away.
Your knot has swollen now, and you are locked together. “No, bad doogie, get off.” She warns, and tries forcing you off. “Vhat, vhat iz thees?” She says as she tries to relax her muscles and dislodge you. You do it, you thrust once more and breach her womb. “Oooch!” She squeaks cutely. Your balls tense, draw up and shudder, the sperm swelling your cock. She looks up at you, then sighs deeply, figuring there must be no harm in this, no consequence. She could throw you off, but it isn’t worth getting bit she decides. The Draenei is blissfully unaware of the consequences your seed brings, and how potent it will be mixed with her healthy fertility.
Pulse after pulse, jet after jet of seed is ejaculated right into her fertile field. Sighing again, she rests her head on her pillow, watching you from the corner of her eye, stroking your neck she lets it happen. A small smile gracing her lips as your eyes lock. You remain like this for ten minutes, you give her everything, every last drop you can muster and squeeze out is forced inside her. It’s terribly hot and exhilarating, she must feel it because her free hand lightly caresses her belly, just below her naval. Little does she know that deep within her your little swimmer are bringing an end to her warrior career for the next few years.
“No normal doogie. Good doogie…” She coos up at you as you nearly collapse atop her. You’re still watching one another closely as you try to disengage. You fail, and she forcefully pushes you off her with both arms, expelling you from her tent. Her tail unwinds from around you and slithers into her abode, you exchange one last look as the tent flaps fall back into place, separating you. Not once did she change from laying on her side, even now, she lounges as thick rivers of sex pour from her. That’s the last you see of her, you turn to leave.
