Epic Mount

This is a horrible plotless piece of smut with no redeeming features what so ever. Keep in mind, there's no actual sex between animal and elf - it's more... assisted masturbation, I suppose.

What inspired this? If you play WoW, then chances are you have a mount. If you're a perv who plays WoW, you have seen how suggestive some of the movement and idle animations are.
Why this combination (belf / raptor)? My main is a belf. Raptors are sexy, and more intelligent than most of the other beasts in WoW.
Why the hell aren't you working on WFAF? I'm a horrible procrastinator, and am easily distracted by shiny things - like WoW.

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If anyone knew what Mandelle was planning, she'd never hear the end of it. Bad enough her acquaintances never saw her with any sort of companion, male or female, but this was just... weird. Which explained why the blood elf was riding deep into the jungle of Feralas, wearing simple clothes even the most unskilled priest wouldn't wear, and a single backpack hanging from her shoulders. She cooed to her raptor, Rix, and guided him off the path and along a hidden trail she had found back when her tasks had brought her to the area. It was as unpopulated as it could possibly be, perfect for her intentions.

Finally reaching the clearing at the end of the trail, she paused, ears cocked to catch any hint of anything larger than the small critters that scurried about the forest floor. Satisfied at the solitude, the elf dismounted. A hand on Rix's striped flank stabilized her for a moment, the tense flutter of excitement in her belly making her a bit unsteady. The big raptor turned his head and nosed her shoulder, his breath hot and moist through the thin fabric of her shirt. Mandelle smiled, one hand rubbing over the saurian's cheek, the other lifting to scratch lightly behind his brow ridges. It was a bit of attention that always made him happy; this time was no different. His eyes closed, and he let out a sound that was suspiciously like a purr. With a soft chuckle, his owner kissed the spot between his eyes, and unslung the pack hanging from her shoulders.

It didn't take long to get everything set up; the bag only held a few items that, when put together, became an ingenious little addition to Rix's saddle. The whole thing was the creation of a Gnome inventor who had no qualms about the commissions she accepted. Tall and proud, it stood from the center of the saddle, seven inches of some firm yet flexible material in the general shape of a male member. Mandelle stared at the thing for a moment, wondering if she really was going to do this. Thinking about it, planning it, was one thing... But to go through with it...

Rix was a patient beast, but when his owner stood still and silent for too long, he made a soft sound, startling the elf out of her thoughts. She glanced over at him; his head was turned still, just enough to watch her with one eye. Again he gave the sound, a hissing chirp that almost seemed to say, 'Well? What are you waiting for?'

Gathering her courage, Mandelle lifted herself by the nearest stirrup and swung her leg over the saddle, balancing a moment before catching the opposite stirrup with her other foot. She stood, braced by the straps, and arranged the skirt over her legs and Rix's body, effectively hiding herself. Both hands braced on the raptor's shoulderblades, she lowered herself, until the tip of the phallus pressed against - then past - her netherlips. A soft, gasping breath escaped, a tremor running through her body; inch by inch, she went lower, the toy's length easing perfectly into her already-slick depths.

For a moment, she stayed settled there, moving her hips in slow, circular movements that shifted the thing inside her. Her hands moved to grip the front edge of the saddle, and she clucked at Rix to have him start walking. The first step was an unexpected jolt, startling a whimper from her, and the next was even better. It took a couple of minutes for her to get used to the new sensation, the raptor patiently walking in a broad circle around the clearing. Once the trembling in her legs stopped, the elf carefully straightened her knees a bit, letting them bend with every step. This kept her body still, the saddle rising up to meet her, effectively thrusting the artificial phallus into her at a slow, gentle pace.

Oh, it was so much better than she thought it would be! Her mount's steady gait kept the toy moving in and out with machine-like precision, and just the slightest tilt of her hips had it rubbing over different sections of her depths. Mandelle moaned throatily, and the raptor took this as a sign to step up the pace. If she hadn't been holding on to the saddle with a near death-grip, the elf would have toppled from the saddle when the quicker thrusting sent a shock of intense pleasure through her. It was moving faster now, a bit deeper, every plunge drawing a whimper from her throat. And then faster still, the raptor trotting quickly around the clearing, the passing trees a blur to Mandelle's unfocused eyes. The whimpers became cries of ecstasy, the shaft's pistoning driving wave after wave of pleasure through her. Every muscle quivered with the effort it took to keep herself held up; a sudden jump brought the saddle up to meet her thighs with a wet slap, and the unexpected fullness made her throw her head back, jaws clenched to muffle a scream.

When Rix landed, Mandelle's legs gave out, and again she met the saddle, this time with her full weight. The raptor didn't slow, the constant bouncing pace making the flexible shaft rock into her with short, quick jabs. The lack of strength in her knees kept her sitting on the saddle, the broadness of her mount's torso holding her spread wide enough to force her sex to constantly rub against the surface. Its leathery texture was perfect to stimulate her clit, adding another type of pleasure to the sensations running through her. Gripping tight with her hands on the saddle and her knees against Rix's sides, she met each bouncing thrust with a rock of her hips, pushing herself onto the shaft in desperate search of the peak she could feel bubbling deep inside her. There were words between her cries now, mostly 'please' and 'yes', until it became a chant, urging both herself and her beloved mount.

The raptor slowed a bit, enough to let his owner calm somewhat, and she sobbed in pure need. It was so rare the creature revealed his intelligence; she knew he knew he was teasing her, tormenting the elf by withholding completion. She pleaded with him urgently, trying to coax him into running again; he hissed in annoyance, and the elf nearly collapsed in frustration, tears running steadily down her cheeks. A sudden hop jolted her upward, Rix's body falling away, gravity pulling her down to collide with his back. Again he did it, and again, picking up a hopping pace that pounded the toy's length into her needy tunnel. The slap of wet flesh on leather filled the clearing, each impact bringing her closer and closer to the peak she so needed. Through it all, her climax hovered just out of reach; by that point, she was begging, her words a jumble of sheer desperate lust.

It only took a couple of minutes before, at last, she was coming, the pleasure exploding through her with a rush that far outdid the feel of an arcane fix. This time, she did scream, the sound tearing from her throat to be followed by praise for her wonderful, beautiful companion. The elf's hips bucked over the saddle out of instinct, driving the thick length into her and grinding her engorged clit against the leather. Rix slowed again, just as the ecstasy was bordering on painful, dropping to a pace that kept the phallus moving just enough to keep the shocks of pleasure from dying down completely. Mandelle let herself collapse against him, head turned to let her cheek rest on the cool scales of his neck.

Finally, the raptor stopped walking, though he didn't quite stand completely still; instead, falling into the restless swaying so common to his species. The movement was soothing to his rider as she let his cooler body bring down her own temperature, her breath finally calming. Her arms rose to wrap around the column of her mount's neck, and with a contented smile, she fell into a pleasantly exhausted sleep.