Primal Curse

"Where the fuck are we?!" a young blood elf screamed.

"Shhh. Nora keep your voice down please. This is Gilneas, part of Alliance territory. You've heard the rumors of this place."

"I know Lira, but still, where the fuck are we?" Nora replied in a sharp yet hushed voice.

These two blood elf women, Nora and Lira, were lost. More acurately; These two blood elf women were lost, in a fog, on the outskirts of the Gilneas Alliance territory.

Nora and Lira were their names. Nora was a proud, hot-headed, yet cautious warrior. Like many Sin'dorei women, Nora had long, sun-blonde hair, bright, apple green eyes, a petite body, long thin ears, and fair skin. Unlike most Sin'dorei she wasn't addicted to using mana, for her inner mana pool was far below average for her race, which was the main reason why she chose to train as a warrior instead of a paladin, others say it was because her anger was the main reason she chose the warrior path. Strung across her back was a long, broad, two-handed bastard sword, made of common steel with red leather wrapped around the grip. Nora was wearing the classic, red and gold chainmail armor assigned to all, if few, warriors of Silvermoon. Nora wore her hair in a long ponytail that that stopped around her mid back. She had a sharp, heart-shaped face with thin eyebrows and a thin nose. Her body was made of wiry, condensed muscle, which was mostly focused in her slender legs, for she would use her speed to gain momentum in her swings.

"Hang on, let me check the map and compass...again," Lira sighed in reply. Lira was a calm, calculating, introvert, yet sweet young priestess. Lira had soft, wavy, snow-white hair that flowed past her, rather plump and shapely, ass, along with soft, olive-green eyes, a slightly smaller body than Nora's, thin ears with red sphere earings, and smooth, almost sickly, pale skin. Nora was a healthy young woman, she just never had much contact with the sun, unlike Nora who had a very nice tan. The typical blue crystal staff, used by many magic users in Silvermoon, rested on her back as she dug her small hands into her pack for the map and compass. Nora was wearing the common, gold and purple priestess robe, with Sin'dorei designs knitted into the fabric. Lira wasn't made of muscle, like Nora, yet she had a perfectly slender frame, with a very healthy bust, which pretty much caught the eye of any male in Silvermoon.

Back in Silvermoon, where the two first met years ago, Nora came across a quest board with a request to meet a Forsaken scout on the edge of Gilneas, just south of the Silverpine forests, and bring his report to Thrall. Seeing it as a simple request with decent pay, the two accepted the offer and made their way south. What the two didn't know was that Gilneas became unusually foggy this time of the season, which is were they are now; lost in a very thick fog on the outskirts of Gilneas territory.

"Just please make it quick, okay? I don't believe rumors, but I know a very big warning when I hear one. Plus, I do not want to end up like that paladin back home," Nora whispered carefully.

Lira involuntarily shivered at the mention of the paladin, remembering the disturbing sight. A couple weeks ago back in Silvermoon, a male blood elf paladin made his way through the city, cut up, with his plate armor just barely hanging on him, and rambling incoherently. When a city guardsman asked what had happened to him, the paladin started shouting madly with wide terrified eyes. Only three words were clearly heard throughout his psychotic screaming, but they struck enough fear into everyone who heard harder then a demon's roar.

"Beasts of Gilneas!" he shouted, even as the guards dragged him away.

"Ok, so we are facing east, and the scout is located on...the north-western outskirts. We're going the wrong way," Lira said exhaustedly.

Nora sighed. "Ok well, judging from the stars, I guess it's well into night, so maybe we should find some sort of cover and-" a rustling sound of leaves and grass stopped Nora mid-sentence to pull out her blade in an offensive stance, while Lira pulled her staff in front of her defensively, ready to heal either of them should they need it.

Gradually the rustling grew louder and closer. Both women were tensing in preperation, holding their breaths in nervousness, and tightening their grips in fear.

Suddenly, the rustling stopped, leaving the women in an air of deathly silence.

"W-what w-w-was that? What's g-going on?" Lira whispered fearfully.

"I...I don't know...but stay close Lira," Nora whispered quietly. Nora was every bit as scared as Lira, but thanks to her training, she learned to harness her fear for any amount of adrenaline.

"Y-you don't th-think it could..."

"Could what?"

Silence.

"...Lira?"

More silence.

"Lira?" she asked turning toward Lira...only to see nothing but fog.

"Lira?" she called a little louder. "Lira can you hear me?" When she recieved no reply Nora began shouting her friends name louder and louder, until it eventually turned to screaming fearfully. "LIRA! LIRA WHERE ARE YOU?!" she cried.

Nothing.

"LIRA~!" Nora screamed, before raising her sword high above her head and bringing it down to the ground in a long swing. The second the blade hit the ground Nora collapsed, releasing her blade and hanging her head, crying for her friend. "Lira...I'm...I'm so sorry...Damnit...Fucking damnit... If I hadn't seen that fucking request...Lira...Lira would..." Nora began sobbing again, feeling the deep shame and guilt that weighed down on her, like a mountain on top of a goat, it crushed her.

Instantly, Nora felt every one of her senses go fuzzy, before blacking out.

--o--

Slowly, Nora started waking up, noticing a terrible throbbing pain on the back of her head. Reaching around, she felt no blood, but the contact with her hand to the area shot a quick bolt of pain through her, making her wince. Nora looked around and noticed three things.The first was that she was unarmed, which she immediately cursed herself for. The second thing was that she was in a, not very deep, cave where she could still see the entrance. The third thing she noticed left her mouth hanging open with tears threatening to come from her eyes, was Lira, laying on her side with her eyes closed and her chest contracting and expanding steadily.

Nora scrambled over to Lira's sleeping form and started gently shaking her awake, whispering worriedly, "Lira?! Lira wake up! Can you hear me?"

Slowly, Lira started to groggily wake up, mumbling. "Nora? Where are we?...a cave?" she asked as she slowly took in her surroundings, before the situation fully dawned upon her, making her look up at Nora with wide fearful eyes.

"Come on Lira!" Nora whispered hastily, "Whoever or whatever brought us here also probably knocked us out, so we really need to leave! Now!"

Lira didn't need a second telling. She was already scrambling to stand upright, before making a dash to the caves exit, with Nora only a step in front. The caves exit getting closer and closer, along with their freedom.

Until the very ground, beneath their feet, betrayed them.

Long green roots shot from the ground, wrapping themselves around the ankles of the two blood elves, causing them to trip and fall to the cold ground on their stomachs. They tried to break free from the encroaching plantlife, but the more they struggled, the tighter the roots became as more roots would cover more segments of their bodies.

Suddenly, the two women heard heavy footsteps approaching, making them stop struggling, looking to the direction the steps were coming from. Slowly, bit by bit, their attacker was brought into view and they finally understood what that paladin meant by "Beasts of Gilneas," for there, standing in front of them, in black leather armor, was a black furred, blue eyed worgen.

The creature stood before them, towering a good eight feet in size, with a wide, muscular build, with spiked hair on it's head, with it's ears laying against it's head. It's arms reached it's knees in length and were as thick as a small oak tree. The beast had a small, curved, glowing dagger attached to it's belt. The worgen stood over the two cowering women, looking over both of them slowly, and letting out a low, long yet non-threatening growl.

"What do you want with us?" Nora asked with a quivering voice.

A sharp yet loud growl was the worgen's reply, which made both blood elves flinch in fear. The worgen leaned down toward Nora, and slowly dragged it's claws over the vines around Nora's wrists.

Then, quickly and roughly, the worgen grabbed both of her wrists, locking them together in it's giant hand, and forced her to stand on stand on her knees...leaving her face to face with his large member. Just from looking at it, Nora judged it to be, at least, as long as her forearm and just as thick as her wrists.

"You're fucking joking," Nora whispered, with wide, terrified eyes.

With a vicious growl the beast-man thrust his cock closer to Nora's face. Nora closed her eyes and tightened her lips together in defiance. The worgen responded by using his other clawed hand to roughly grip and pull her ponytail, causing Nora to gasp in pain, giving the worgen enough of an opening to force his cock into her mouth, going down her throat, her tongue grazing the underside of his long shaft.

Slowly, the worgen started to thrust into her moist mouth, letting out low grunts through his barred teeth. Gradually, he started to increase the pace of his thrusts.

Nora tried to breathe through her nose between each thrust, getting barely enough much needed air. She gagged every time the beast forced his member down her throat, giving away even more precious air. The thought of biting down on the worgen's member crossed her mind several times, but it would most likely just anger the terrible beast.

During Nora's fight for air, Lira was still struggling against the roots, trying to think of a way to save herself and Nora from anything else the worgen might inflict on them. To no avail. The roots just kept tightening and spreading over her body, covering her arms, legs, and even her torso, making her look like she was in a net on the ground.

The worgen continued to thrust roughly into Nora's throat, letting out loud bestial grunts with each. Nora began to feel her mind go fuzzy from the loss of air, when suddenly, the beast pulled out all together and dropping her arms, letting her fall to the ground in a fit of panting, weezing, and gasping for air.

Then, the beast wrapped his large claws around Nora's neck, without choking her, and hoisted her up to his eye level, ripping her legs free from the remaining vines and letting them dangle in the air.

In fear, Nora began to grip and scratch at the worgens clawed hands and flail her legs about, trying to get away.

Slowly, the worgen brought it's other furred hand to her chainmail chest piece, hooking one claw into the collar, and slowly peeling the metal gear off. Link by link, the chainmail was peeled off of Nora, like it was as flimsy as cloth, before it was removed entirely, revealing a black linen bra, which was quickly and effortlessly removed by the worgen's claws, revealing Nora's perky, full breasts. Once that was done, the worgen hoisted Nora higher and began to remove her pantmail and panties as well, revealing her small, pink womanhood exposed.

Terrified beyond words, Nora started kicking and flailing at the worgen's body hoping to connect with something she could capitalize on, without success.

The worgen then brought his other hand to Nora's ankles, grabbed them and held them in a fierce and tight hold. He then lowered his other hand from Nora's neck over her shoulder's to her waist, pinning Nora's arms to her side.

Slowly, the worgen carried and pressed her up against the cave wall. His hands lingered on her body for a moment before pulling away slowly, letting vines and roots hold Nora against the wall.

Then, the worgen stalked over to Lira's petrified form, where he knelt down, and surpringly careful, shredded the vines and roots from Lira's body, leaving a few large tears in her robe.

Quickly, the worgen seized Lira by her throat, in a similar manner as he did with Nora, and swiftly removed every article of clothing Lira wore, showing her round, plump, yet supple ass which was complimented by her slender legs, along with her full, healthy breasts.

The worgen then gripped one of Lira's legs with his free hand, and lowered his other hand from Lira's neck to her waist, and effortlessly lifted her high off the ground, placing Lira's womanhood in front of his face.

Ever so slowly, the worgen brought his tongue out of his mouth and started to lick over Lira's slit. Lira whimpered at the feeling of the beasts tongue but couldn't stop him from lapping at her folds.

Suddenly, Lira felt the tongue slip inside her, licking and lapping at her inner walls. At this, Lira couldn't help the small gasp that escaped her throat, nor the shiver that ran down her back at the feeling. Lira noticed a disturding truth to what was happening.

She was enjoying this.

She was enjoying the feeling of the worgen's tongue inside her, and she couldn't help but moan at his minstrations.

The worgen continued to eat Lira's moistening folds, while she moaned softly at the feeling, when suddenly, the beast stopped and lowered Lira from his face and carried her over to Nora's constricted form. He then grabbed Nora by her waist and yanked her free from the roots and lifted her hips to his face, where he proceeded to lick and lap at her pussy, which caused Nora to whimper and writhe in the beast's iron grip.

He then lowered Lira to his cock and started to poke Lira's pussy with the tip a couple times, before slamming himself inside her, eliciting a terrible scream from Lira's throat, her eyes wide with shock, and her body rigid. Small trickles of blood dripped from Lira's pussy.

Slowly, he began to pump his cock inside of Lira, grunting into Nora's pussy as he eagerly lapped and licked, eho was starting to moan and writhe in ecstacy.

The next few minutes were filled with shrieks and shrills, grunts and groans, moans and gasps.

The beast started to gradually speed up his thrusts into Lira, who was starting to scream in blissful ecstacy, until he was practically slamming into her dripping pussy furiously as he swirled and flicked his tongue inside Nora's soaked slit with wild abandon.

He then hilted his cock into Lira's pussy as a knot swelled inside her, before emptying it's contents deep inside her. Lira screamed again in complete ecstacy as she climaxed, before blacking out and having her body go limp, her eyes glazed and unfocused from exhaustion.

The worgen then dropped Lira to the ground, letting her limp body roll slightly before lowering Nora from his face, spinning her body around and pressing here face up against the cave wall, keeping one hand on her hips and the other on her shoulders before slamming his cock deep inside her, who gave a loud shriek in surpirse and placing her hands up against the wall for support.

The worgen started to pump furiously and swift, not starting slow at all. Nora's breasts bounced with each brutal thrust, matching in rythm, and her shrieks of pain turning into loud howls of pleasure, her pain expression suddenly turned into one of bliss as her eyelids only halfway open.

The worgen stopped thrusting as he spun Nora around and pressed her back against the cave wall and hooking his giant arms under her slender legs before he continued to slam into her wildly, grunting loudly with each thrust.

Nora felt her mind slipping, she was too far lost in the wonderful, primal sex she was in.

Suddenly, the worgen hilted and knotted inside Nora, forcing a screaming climax from her mouth, pulled out and sprayed his cum all over her body, dropping her next to Lira and sprayed the last of his sticky cum on both of the spent, worn, and exhausted Sin'dorei ladies.

He picked them both up and carried them both back inside the cave.

--o--

"Hahaha! I'm telling you, she was practically screaming. Believe me when I say it; Night Elves are WILD in the sack!"

The whole bar erupted on cheers and laughter at the end of Paul's story. He was a burly man with shining blonde hair that fell to his shoulders, and was covered from head to toe in dark plate armor.

"Hey John, come on tell us about your most memorable fuck! everyone here knows you anyway!" Paul called to a larger man a couple seats away from him. John was at least six and half feet tall with a similar build as Paul, with jet black hair, a goatee, covered in black leather armor with a curved glowing dagger at his side, and a smirk on his face.

"No... I don't think so Paul, and if you'll excuse me I'll be heading back to my humble abode." With that he stood up and exited the tavern, got on his red drake and flew towards the Gilnean forests.

He flew to a small clearing, with a tiny cave near a small rock formation, landed, and changed into a pitch black worgen, before trecking into the cave slowly. Once inside, he let out a loud yet short bark.

After a few short seconds, two beautiful Sin'dorei women, wearing nothing but their jewellery and smiles, walked out of the shadows toward John, knelt, and started to pet his legs possesively.

John smiled a fanged smirk, pulled out some meat from his pouch, and gave each women their meals before whispering softly in their ears.

"Eat up. You'll need the energy tonight."