Shopping Spree

Casually sneaking out of the alleyway, as if she hadn't just cum in her diaper, Jerv and her companions headed across the busy street and into a tavern the pair liked to frequent whenever they were in town. As soon as the two and their hound were inside, looking around for an empty table to relax and take a load off, their ears popped up at the sound of someone shouting for them, 
“Suel! Jerv! Over here!”
Turning to look off in the corner, the couple spotted a duo of fellow adventurers, a pair that the Wolvar were quite familiar with. Waving at the druid and the huntress was a Worgen man, Constantin, the canine man's dark ocean blue fur brimming out of his rather flashy and well-kept fine jacket, trimmed with golden details, looking more like an admiral or a statesman rather than an expert on trapping wildlife. Next to the man sat a cheery, plump Pandaren woman, Yoon, dressed in a long robe flowing down to her legs, a red flower tucked behind her ear, an empty mana potion dangling from a pouch by her hips. Though he'd helped get his mate off in the alleyway, Suel himself was still left nursing a rather terrible hard on underneath his robes and the diaper, and he'd hoped that maybe Jerv might've been willing to give him a hand with relieving that while the two shared a drink in some silent, private corner of the tavern. Yet his plans seemed to be facing some difficulties as the two fellow adventurers waved the Wolvar to join them, Yoon’s bright voice carrying across the entire floor as the Pandaren called out for the couple again, 
“C'mon, we'll buy you two a drink!”
Jerv glanced over at the druid, and could immediately tell from his faintly unsure expression what the man's plans had been, smirking as she turned back to their associates and waved back, 
“Oh, say no more, we'll gladly join you for a while!”
The huntress grabbed Suel’s hand, peeking over at him with a wink, whispering as she yanked him across the tavern floor, 
“Don't worry, you're still getting what you're looking for~”

Clearing his throat awkwardly as he pulled up a chair and sat down across from his friends, hoping that Constantin’s nose was stuffy enough that day to not detect the scent of lust lingering around him and his mate over the rest of the busy smellscape of the tavern, Suel tried to keep a casual smile on his face as Jerv settled down next to him. Scoothing in close, leaning back in her chair as a hint of deviant playfulness shone through her grin, Jerv motioned over at the Pandaren and the canine man, 
“Long time no see! How have you two been?”
The Worgen chuckled, waving at a servant and pointing at a half-empty tankard of beer in front of him, holding up four fingers right after, 
“Well, could always be better of course, but all things considered we've been quite decent. Lots of work, as always, kept our coin pouches and our bellies full.”
Jerv gave a soft laugh as the servant arrived at their table, setting down a tankard of drink in front of everyone, with the Pandaren slipping a coin into the man's hand as payment. Grabbing her mug and taking a deep gulp of it, the huntress sighed, 
“Oh, that really hit the spot~”
Underneath the table, just barely out of view of the two other adventurers, as well as the rest of the tavern, Jerv slipped her free hand onto her mate's lap, her fingers slithering under his robes. Clutching his tankard with both hands, nearly spilling it all over himself as he huffed, his eyes half closed and a healthy red glow beaming on his face, Suel tried not to make a sound as he felt Jerv’s hand rubbing at his crotch, massaging his bulging padding for a couple seconds before her hand dipped down the front of the diaper.

As the two other adventurers continued talking about their most recent journey, Jerv just nodded and pretended to be silently interested in the tale, a smirk on her face as she secretly had her fingers wrapped around the other Wolvar’s throbbing cock, jerking off the man as he gripped the side of his chair. Unable to look either Yoon or Constantin in the eyes as he was getting milked, suddenly appearing to be out of breath even though he'd just sat down, Suel grit his teeth and held down his moans as the woman pumped him with growing intensity and speed, clutching his knot in the palm of her hand just right. With one final squeeze of the druid’s shaft, Jerv giggled silently as he suddenly doubled over, groaning and slamming a hand down on the table, digging his claws into the surface and gouging out several stripes into the wood as he shuddered, moaning under his breath. Suel’s cock twitched in the hunter's hand, spewing ropes right into her palm, the sticky stuff spewing through her fingers as she continued to grope and massage the throbbing member, making sure he wouldn't be left unsatisfied midway through his climax. Only coming back to his senses after he'd spilled a healthy load of his seed into his diaper, feeling downright lightheaded, Suel glanced up while still gasping for air, realising that everyone at his table was staring at him, confused and curious as he sat up straight with an embarrassed look, 
“O… oh, apologies about that, I… I just… I was doing some heavy lifting earlier today and really tweaked my back, it just… acts up a little at times…”
Pulling her hand out from her mate's diaper, Jerv just grinned at the flustered Wolvar’s desperate explanations while she brought her sticky fingers up to her snout, licking his cum off of them while all eyes were on Suel. 

Though the quick stop at the tavern hadn't exactly been calming, neither Wolvar could say it hadn't been fun as the two slowly recovered from their under the table thrills and finished off their tankards of beer, excusing themselves and waving goodbye to Constantin and Yoon to get back to the task they'd actually come to the city for in the first place. Staggering out of the tavern right behind his mate and her pet, Suel huffed and tried to subtly rub at the cum stains marking his robes from the stealthy handjob he'd gotten to enjoy, blushing slightly as he hoped that none of the townspeople would pay any attention to the suspicious smears dotting his outfit. Smirking at the druid’s predicament, really getting into the spirit of the public fun the pair were having and glad to see that she was finally the one not being quite so shy and anxious, Jerv giddily marched across the main street, dragging both of the males behind her, with Suel and Skoll both lagging behind for slightly different reasons. Realising that they did actually need to do some shopping during their trip, rather than just getting lewd and fooling around all day long, the hunter headed for a potion shop, needing to stock up on some specialised brews and concoctions for their upcoming journey. As soon as the group stepped into the modest-sized building, just off the main street, they were hit with the potent scent of different herbs, flowers, alcohol, and other scents, making the trio recoil back for a moment before another breath made their sensitive noses a little more acclimated to the aromas, shaking their heads and holding back sneezes as a slightly gruff female voice called out for them, 
“Ah, I guessed you lot would be coming around here soon enough, already have your usual order ready!”
A silver-scaled Dracthyr woman leaned over her counter, her wings tucked against her sides as she wiped her hands on an apron fastened around her, a proud grin on her face as she watched Suel stepping over, 
“Nice to see you again Elanne, business still running well?”
The draconic merchant chuckled and reached under the counter, setting down a basket clinking with small glass bottles and vials, each filled with different coloured liquids as she nodded,
“Always adventurers passing through, each dumb enough to head out into the dangerous wilds to get themselves maimed and battered. No offence.”
“None taken.”
As the druid and the brewer chatted at the counter, Jerv’s attention was turned to her hound as Skoll trotted right up to her, giving a quiet snarl while rubbing and nuzzling against her leg. Peeking down, the hunter spotted that her spirit wolf was sporting a rather bothersome erection, his girthy canine cock dangling fully out of his sheath, leaving a faint trail of feral precum on the floor as it twitched and dripped. Realising that the poor beast had been left utterly neglected while she and Suel had gotten each other off, forced to just stand by and sniff the mouthwatering scent of their arousal all day long, Jerv knelt down by the needy wolf, stroking his back as he panted and wagged his tail slightly, blushing as she glanced back over at her mate and the Dracthyr, unsure of where and how she'd be able to relieve her pet without her taboo indiscretion being spotted. 

Realising that Jerv hadn't spoken up at all, spotting from the corner of his eye that she was crouched down, Suel glanced over his shoulder while the potion brewer was taking a look at the selection of bottles on the shelves behind the counter, immediately noticing the throbbing, dripping problem that his mate seemed to want to help out with. The two Wolvar looked at one another, their eyes meeting as Suel instantly knew the plan, on the exact same wavelength with the huntress without needing to exchange a single word. Quickly turning back to the Dracthyr while she was standing back up, the man thought about what would be the best distraction to give Jerv and Skoll some privacy, smirking slightly as an idea popped into his head, remembering that the draconic woman had always given out some hints that she fancied him. Leaning over the counter, propping his chin on his hand, the Wolvar batted his eyes a couple times, catching Elanne’s attention as he spoke in a slightly playful tone, 
“You know, I was maybe thinking of picking up some other potions as well, besides just the usual batch we get, something new~”
Slightly taken back by the sudden change in the man's behaviour, unsure of whether she was reading his signals correctly or not, Elanne was a little flustered by the way the Wolvar was suddenly coming onto her, something that was very uncommon to the slightly more mature and very casual Dracthyr. Clearing her throat, the reptilian nodded and stepped out from behind the counter, walking over to a shelf near the front of the shop, 
“S… sure, well… I've got plenty of stock to choose from, what… what did you have in mind?”
Jerv watched and did her best to hold back a giggle as the druid followed close behind the draconic woman, his eyes immediately darting down to Elanne’s backside, with her apron only covering her front, her hide left completely bare besides it and a little loincloth due to how hot it often got in her little shop. The Dracthyr let out a shrill chirp, somewhere between a bird's song and a lion's roar as she suddenly felt Suel’s hand cupping her ass cheeks, turning around with a blush as her wings unfolded, her eyes switching between the grinning druid and Jerv, frozen on the spot as if to wait for a signal as to whether she was allowed to enjoy the grope or not. Hiding her amusement, Jerv just gave a dismissive wave towards the older woman,
“Don't worry, I'm not going to be mad, you two go ahead, I'll just browse a little~”
Slipping right behind the scaled lady, cupping her ass with both hands, Suel licked his lips as he nodded, 
“See, nothing to worry about. So, I was thinking that maybe I could have a few extra bottles this time around, and I could pay you… with some favours~”

Gently nudging the blushing yet thrilled Dracthyr against the shelf, the potion bottles clanking lightly as she braced herself against it with a moan, Suel slowly dropped down to his knees, one hand rubbing the woman's thighs while the other softly tickled the base of her tail. Elanne’s tail lifted up instinctively as the man felt up her backside, moaning as she glanced over towards the door to her shop, in full view of anyone who'd walk in or even just take a peek inside, the thrill and the risk only adding to her arousal as she felt her loincloth being pulled up. Needing to “distract” Elanne without her discovering the diaper hidden under his robes, meaning he'd have to leave her pleased and satisfied without putting his manhood to work, the Wolvar peeked under the bent over lady's loincloth to see her beautiful pink slit peeking out from the sea of silvery scales, already dripping wet as he leaned in and nuzzled his snout against the cunt. Grinning while watching her mate eating out the shop owner, listening to Elanne moan, Jerv knew she was safe to do whatever she wished with the Dracthyr keeping a vigilant eye on the door to the shop, not bothering with paying any attention to anything else in the meanwhile. Given the perfect moment to let loose, the hunter quietly ushered her pet behind the counter, getting down on all fours next to Skoll while he impatiently nudged at her ribs with his snout, panting as she giggled and wrapped her fingers right under his knot, whispering as she got a good look under his belly, 
“I know, I know~”

Eyeing up the juicy red rocket in her hand, unable to hold back a slight moan as she ran her fist down the length of it, Jerv was glad that the Dracthyr’s pleasured grunts were drowning out the racket that she and the spirit wolf were making, feeling downright perverted as she listened to her diaper crinkling while she leaned in closer to the feral girth. With the swift motions of a practiced expert, the woman swallowed down almost every last inch of her pet's cock, her cheeks bulging out as she took the wolf knot-deep in her muzzle, moaning against the bestial girth as precum spilled down the back of her throat, her nostrils filled with the musky scent of a horny animal. Skoll’s tail wagged as the huntress sucked him off, pawing at the floor and giving happy little growls as her puckered lips ran up and down his shaft, shifting and squirming around as he gently bucked against her muzzle, trying to bury himself deeper in her maw. With the diapered hunter knowing just what the wolf loved, locking her lips against his knot as she stroked under it, it didn't take long to get the feral canine to blow, her ears folding back and a sly smile on her face as she felt the member buried down her throat twitch, a quiet bark following the first squirt of cum pumped down her gullet. Jerv made sure to drink down every shot of the watery, salty feral seed she was guzzling straight from the tap, wanting to leave as small of a mess on the ground, diligently nursing on the panting spirit wolf's girth while he laid a paw on her back, still gently bucking against her lips. Swallowing down the last mouthful before popping the red rocket out of her mouth, taking a deep breath as she quickly dabbed off the remainder of the canine cum from her lips, Jerv staggered back up to her feet and straightened out her robes just seconds before Suel did the exact same thing, standing up and wiping his maw on the back of his hand as he looked back at her. Still leaning against the shelf, moaning and gasping for air as her cum ran down her legs, Elanne could hardly stay on her feet, smiling wide as she let her loincloth drop back down over her glistening wet pussy, turning around and patting the Wolvar on the head while glancing over at Jerv, 
“Definitely keep this one around, never met a man who could use his tongue like that!”
“Oh, you don't have to tell me~”

Hauling a bag clinking with potion bottles, Suel waved goodbye to the very happy brewer as the Dracthyr winked and blew him a kiss, yelling for the Wolvar to come back soon while Jerv and her pet slipped past the druid, both smirking and wagging their tails. Snickering and giggling as soon as they were out of the shop, the couple slipped around a corner to recover and catch their breaths, fixing up their clothes and making sure there weren't any incredibly obvious stains from the oral activities they'd both gotten to enjoy. Leaning back against a wall while smiling and huffing, Jerv pet her wolf and glanced over at Suel, finally looking satisfied, 
“I think we should actually go take care of all the shopping now, before it gets late and dark.”
The druid grinned, holding up the rucksack filled with enough potions to last them a couple adventures, 
“Well, we've already got the potions at least, and with a pretty good discount as well~”
Laughing, the Wolvar headed off with Skoll trotting right by their side, a new spring in the canine's step as well after getting his sack drained by his mistress, his tail high in the air and wagging as the group went about their business, splitting up to take care of their shopping list a little faster. After just over an hour, Suel stopped in front of the stables near the outskirts of the town, right outside of the gates, setting down a couple bags filled with supplies and goods, fanning his robes slightly as he sighed and wiped the sweat from his snout. Looking around, the man saw no sign of his mate even though they'd agreed to meet up at the spot after they'd finished up, not even spotting any hint of the spirit wolf's glowing blue coat. Just about to relax and sit down, sure that he had beaten Jerv for once, Suel’s ears suddenly perked up as a whistle made him jump. Looking towards the direction the sound had come from, the Wolvar spotted Jerv peeking out from the cracked open door of the stables, a deviant smile on her face as she waved for him to come over, a finger pressed against her lips to shush him before she disappeared back into the shadows of the building. Curious as to what exactly the woman was up to, though he could hazard a pretty good guess, Suel quickly stashed the supplies he'd gathered into a nearby bush before he hurried over to the stables, keeping down and light on his feet as he made sure none of the guards, travellers, or the lone worker at the yard saw him sneaking in. 

With dry straw rustling underfoot, Suel scurried past the open door and into the barn, nudging it closed behind him as soon as he was inside, turning around as his eyes adjusted to the dimmer lighting of the stables, the late afternoon sun streaming in through the small windows and leaving most of the back half of the building cloaked in shadows. Squinting at the faint shapes moving around in the dark, listening to soft neighs and brays as hooves thumped against the floor, Suel tried to spot his mate, yet he didn't even need to see anything to immediately catch on to what was happening, one whiff of the scent of horny ferals hanging heavy in the air clueing the Wolvar to what the huntress was doing in the stables. The man finally spotted Jerv’s head poking up above the walls of one of the stalls, a grin on her face as she waved for him to come over, whispering as she licked her lips, 
“I hope you don't mind the slight detour, but I was just getting a little bored waiting for you to finish up with your half of the shopping out there~”
Hurrying across the stables, dashing past a few feral horses staring at him curiously as he gave them each a little pat and a stroke on the snout on the way, Suel smirked as he peeked into the stall to see his mate nuzzling against the side of a great big draft horse, a beautiful mare with grey fur and a long, flowing mane, the feral's tail already flagged up as she immediately stuck her muzzle against the druid, snorting as she nosed at him expectantly, seemingly already demanding something from the new visitor as he laughed, 
“Quick question, did you deliberately choose the road in front of the stables as the place for us to meet up again because you knew you'd finish up faster than I would, and you'd have an excuse to go fondle the stallions~?”
Jerv shrugged with a playful smirk, reaching her hand behind the needy mare, her fingers immediately finding a dripping wet, winking slit underneath the horse's raised tail, glistening with a combination of the mare's own juices and her drool as she giggled, 
“Well… maybe~”
Feeling his diaper getting tighter as his girth began to peek out of his sheath, stroking the mare's snout while watching his mate finger the female feral, Suel grinned as he planted a little peck on the equine's muzzle, getting a lick on his cheek in return, 
“Since we're already here, and all the urgent business at the town is already taken care of, I think we could afford giving these cuties some pets… and maybe a little more than that~”
“My thoughts exactly~”

Heading towards the mare's rear, with Jerv keeping a hand on her rump to stroke and pet her soft fur, the two Wolvar slipped behind the equine lady, both panting with excitement. With the stall being a little on the small side, and with the big draft horse being very much the opposite, the pervy visitors had to squeeze in to get behind the mare, though neither particularly seemed to be bothered, especially Suel. Sliding between the back wall and the horse's ass, the druid found himself staring right at her juicy cunt, his snout practically touching her big, puffy lips even with him as far away from her as physically possible, entranced by both the sight and the scent of her as the feral slit winked at him, her tail whipping the air as she gave an impatient whinny. Gently, the man laid a hand on her ass, feeling his mouth watering as he stroked her backside, using his other hand to gingerly spread her pussy lips apart, moaning in delight as he watched strings of her honey stretching out between the folds, an aroma of pure lust and horniness wafting up onto his face. Hearing a few of the stallions around the draft horse getting restless and unruly, driven wild by the scent of the mare eager to get bred, Jerv smirked and reached a hand under her mate's robes, grabbing a quick grope of his rock hard cock through his diaper as she cooed into his ear,
“You can take care of her, I'll attend to some of these needy boys before their shouting and stomping brings someone in here to investigate what's going on~”
With their tasks divided, Jerv slipped out from behind the mare, giving her a pet before she hopped out of the stall, spotting Skoll ambling out of the other corner of the stables, licking his lips as he glanced back towards a rather happy looking little filly. Laughing, the huntress gave a quiet whistle, 
“Go guard the entrance, boy. I'll let you mount me all night long if you just keep an eye on the situation for now~”
With a bark, Skoll ran off towards the door, leaving Jerv to stand before an entire group of very worked up, horny stallions all eyeing her up, smelling the scent of a lustful mare soaked into her fur and clothes. 

Watching his mate heading into a stall just opposite the one he was so happily stuck in, stepping in with a muscular stallion sporting a coat as black as coal, Suel smiled before focusing back on the meal in front of him, taking a deep breath before plunging his face straight under the mare's tail. The horse let out a pleasured neigh as the Wolvar’s muzzle sunk into her cunt, bowing her head down as she felt his tongue lashing at her folds, lapping up a mouthful of her sweet sap, immediately shoving her rump back against the man, desperate to get him even deeper inside of her. Moaning as he suddenly found himself pinned between the mare's rear and the wall, in no hurry at all to get himself free, Suel gladly accepted his fate and hugged the horse's ass, eating her out as his dick twitched in his diaper. Listening to the druid noisily slurping at the mare's winking slit, Jerv introduced herself to the first of the eagerly waiting stallions, giving the impatient steed a nuzzle as she peeked under his belly, giving a soft, playful snarl at the sight of his thick, long horse cock twitching and swinging around. Wasting no time at all, the woman knelt down underneath the feral male, grabbing up his cock with both hands as she moaned at the drool of precum instantly spilling onto her chest from the half-flared tip, opening her maw wide and doing her best to fit the end of the girthy pole into her mouth. Swallowing down several inches of the stallion, hungrily sliding it right down her throat while she groped and played with his sack, it didn't take a lot before she felt him already getting ready to blow a load. 

Lapping away at the mare's mound, grinding his cock against her thighs through his diaper, Suel was close to cumming all without even taking his cock out, every taste of the needy horse bringing him closer to the edge. With his eyes trained on the puffy donut right above the horse's pussy, the Wolvar came up for a breath of fresh air, managing to squirm his way out of the pin the mare had him in just enough to reach for a little stool left in the corner of the stall, yanking it over and quickly stepping up on it. Standing on his tiptoes, the man rolled up his robes and pressed his tented diaper right against the feral equine's sopping wet cunt, grunting as he humped her pussy and pucker both, thrusting against the holes while leaning down over her back, his legs shivering. With one final roaring grunt, slamming his hips against the mare's lips, the druid was brought to a shuddering finish, moaning as the first couple of ropes splashed against the inside of his diaper. In a hurry, the Wolvar reached into the diaper and grabbed his knot, yanking his cock free and sliding it between the horse's pussy lips, sliding it up and down the luxuriously soft pair while spraying his load all over her while moaning, jamming a couple fingers deep into her cunt to get the feral lady off as well. Listening to the mare snorting and whinnying, Jerv popped the stallion's girth out her maw just in time as the flare swelled up, hugging the shaft as she planted her diaper right against the tip, grinding against it while he came, feeling the member twitching against her pussy as her thighs were showered in the sticky mess. Gasping as she humped the erupting girth, managing to work herself to a climax while letting him spray his load all over her legs, the hunter's knees buckled as she kissed the stallion's heavy sack, nosing it while milking him for every last drop he had to give. 

Lying halfway atop the mare's back, wheezing for air as his tail drooped low and his cock rested against the beast's pussy lips, Suel had to take a couple seconds just to recover from the intensity of his orgasm before he could slowly push himself off of the animal's back and up onto his feet again, staggering back and hopping off the stool. With a smirk, the Wolvar admired the mess he'd made all over the horse's rump, cum smeared across her slit and tailhole, ropes splattered from her ass all the way down to her back legs, slowly oozing down and smearing into her fur. Peeking over to the other side of the stables, the man spotted the out of breath Jerv staggering up to her feet as well, a relieved smile on the woman's face as she let go of the drained stallion's softening cock, pretty much glazed with feral cum from the hips down, drenched in the horse's load. The two Wolvar locked eyes from across the hallway, smiling as they each patted their feral partners, with the huntress glancing over at one of the windows, trying to gauge just how far up in the sky the sun was still, 
“You know, we've probably got another hour or two we could spend here, and still make it back home in the light~”
Sticking two fingers into the mare's slit, getting a happy snort from the horse as she bumped him with her ass, Suel grinned, 
“Well, we definitely can't leave all these poor animals all pent up and needy, not after we've teased them so. So I think it's only fair that we take care of each and every one of them~”
Hearing a bark coming from the entrance to the barn, both Wolvar peeked over to see Skoll standing there in the doorway, pawing at the dirt as he looked over at his mistress and the druid, his canine shaft dangling down between his back legs as he let out another little bark. Raising an eyebrow as he turned to his mate, Suel stayed silent as Jerv giggled, 
“Oh yeah, I might've promised Skoll a hole to mount and rut, all night long, if he kept a watch on the door. I think he's not very happy about being kept waiting.”
The man tapped his chin, his other hand still under the mare's tail, fondling her slit, 
“Alright. Rock, paper, scissors, and whoever loses best of three has to let Skoll mount them.”
“Deal~”