<4 - Valdrakken Awaits> While Suel would have adored stepping into the inn, Jerv and Erya reluctantly pulled him into a nearby pond to wash up. Being in enemy territory, however, was not particularly relaxing, and the group of seven had to barrel through a group of passing murlocs in order to flee Elwynn and the human-dominated zones. It was well past midnight when they’d returned to Grom’Gol, and after dismissing List the remaining six sleepily boarded the zeppelin back across the sea to Orgrimmar. By the time the zeppelin had docked, Suel, Jerv, and Erya had fallen fast asleep in a dogpile together, with the druid having taken his thick-furred bear form for additional warmth. Jerv’s trio of pets all exchanged looks and rolled their eyes, and ultimately the three sleeping adventurers had to be dragged off the zeppelin by their loyal pets. So loyal they were, that Gullin, Loque, and Skoll pressed onward to bring them to the zeppelin headed for the Dragon Isles, and there they allowed themselves to collapse atop the pile along with their masters. When morning came, Suel and Jerv found themselves nose-to-nose, and the tolling of a loud bell quickly brought them back to the waking world. The piled-up six became seven again with List’s re-summoning, allowing them to take another short gallop to reach their flight path, and another struggling flight to land within the grand city of Valdrakken. “You think we’ll find answers here?” Jerv prodded her mate curiously. “I would think so. Most of the other settlements belong to our expeditions, and I kinda doubt the centaurs and tuskarr would know much about golden eggs.” Jerv scrutinized Suel’s face as he spoke. “You’re [i]sure[/i]? This isn’t just a ploy to get [i]close[/i] to some [i]dragons[/i] or [i]dracthyr[/i], right?” Suel’s cheeks flooded with color, speaking volumes without saying a word. “O-of course not! We need the money, after all! And I take our questing with [i]absolute[/i] seriousness!” Jerv couldn’t hide her smile. “Riiiiight… well where-to first, Mr. Serious?” Suel glanced about the common area of the city. “I suppose no one would know more about eggs than chefs, right?” The skepticism and amusement showed in equal measure on Jerv’s face. “Lead the way, love,” was all she said. Puffing out his chest confidently, Suel began marching down the street with Jerv and Erya close at either side of him. Jerv’s loyal pets lingered behind them just a few steps, all of them on alert with each stranger that passed them by. Colors from all the dragonflights lit up the streets, and Suel found himself admiring the scaled dracthyr when he had the chance to steal a glance or two at a passerby. Ever-quick to rein in her mate, Jerv laughed and tugged him back on course any time he took a step too far away. Upon reaching the Ruby Enclave, the sweet smell of fresh cooking met the noses of the wolvar. A half dozen dracthyr, dragons, and drakonid were hard at work whipping up fresh recipes and bulk food for the local inns. None of them paid any initial heed of Suel and company, at least until Suel cleared his throat and approached a red dragon, in the shape of a svelte blood elf, who was stirring a large pot. “Pardon me, uh, ma’am… you don’t happen to know where we might find a golden egg, do you?” The elf-dragon looked as if she was about to turn her nose up at him at first, but a moment later a smile spread across her face, followed by a jovial laugh. “A [i]golden[/i] egg? I’ve not heard of such a thing! Hey, Doristrasza! Get a load of this: this two-legs wants a [i]golden[/i] egg!” A round of laughter echoed throughout the kitchen, leaving Suel’s ears to droop. Jerv quickly touched his shoulder, but in a puff of smoke the wolvar became a brown-skinned snake and promptly slithered back out of the building. Jerv sighed sadly and bolted after him, leaving Erya alone to stare dumbly at the dragon stirring the cauldron, with Jerv’s trio of pets looking at her awkwardly. Erya simply plopped down on her rump as her nose twitched. “Good food?” was all she said. * * * * * It didn’t take long for Jerv to trot around a nearby building to find Suel coiled up and staring out over the steep cliffside. Being so far above the rest of the Dragon Isles, the view from Valdrakken was breathtaking, if not a little unnerving with the sheer cliff so close by. Jerv didn’t hesitate to take a seat next to her mate before speaking. “I don’t think she meant-” Suel’s laugh cut her off. “Oh I don’t care that she laughed. I was just… [i]really[/i] hopeful that they’d have some answers. We came a long way, you know, and this just feels like a dead end.” “It might not be,” Jerv reasoned. “Just because a handful of scaled ones say something, doesn’t mean they couldn’t be wrong.” “Maybe,” Suel admitted with a sigh, his coiled form slowly shifting back into his normal wolvar self. “I just… this whole trip has been full of speed bumps. I feel, I dunno… like a bumbler?” This made Jerv laugh outright. “I have [i]never[/i] seen you bumble, Love. Sidetracked? Sure. But that’s the whole point of an adventure. If it was simply about getting from A to B, what fun would that be? I never had more fun on an adventure before you came to me, and I wouldn’t wish to adventure by anyone else’s side [i]because[/i] of the fun you -we- have.” At this, Suel turned and smiled at Jerv, then gently placed his furred hand atop hers. “I… I really appreciate that, Jerv. Thank you. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Jerv smiled lovingly, and the two wolvar shared a tender kiss that lingered for several long moments. As Suel attempted to lean back, however, Jerv continued to keep her muzzle pressed to his. Her shift forced her to prop herself up with one hand, which conveniently planted itself upon Suel’s right thigh just past his kilt. Suel opened one eye amid the kiss and watched as Jerv’s hand began to inch itself up beneath his kilt and closer to his nethers, with each trace of her fingers sending pleasant tingles of pleasure through his furred thighs. Despite being unsure if this was intentional or not, Suel’s body was ever the traitor of his feelings, and his white-furred sheath stirred helplessly with arousal. Jerv’s next move revealed her intentions as plain as day, however. Two fingers tenderly slid themselves around the base of his sheath, while the other three slid down over his soft fur to caress his ever-full balls. She happily caught the charcoal-colored tip of his manhood as it revealed itself, and her fingers continued to squeeze as inch after inch came out in the open, even going as far as to squeeze his deflated knot once he was fully erect. With a heavy gasp, Suel finally broke their kiss to meet Jerv’s gaze. “Wha… what if someone sees? I didn’t think-” “Then they’ll get quite the show,” Jerv purred as she began to rain kisses down Suel’s neck and bare chest. “And I know [i]you[/i] like being sneaky -I’ve seen what you can do with that snake form in a small crowd- so maybe I [i]want[/i] someone to see, hmm?” The kisses continued down his abdomen, and with a flick of her wrist his waistband stretched, and out popped his throbbing tool… as well as a familiar-looking band of black fabric. Curiously, Jerv tugged up at Suel’s kilt, revealing his balls to be cradled by a set of feminine, black lace panties. “Are those [i]mine[/i]?” she asked with a hint of teasing in her voice. Suel blushed furiously. “M-maybe….” Jerv’s grin deepened. “They don’t [i]fit[/i] very well. But that’s okay, I’ll forgive you [i]this[/i] time,” she teased outright. Nonetheless, Suel’s manhood’s appearance was brief before Jerv’s muzzle opened, and the salacious wolvar slid his tasty tip right between her lips. Suel had been with Jerv many times, but seeing her take charge always made it feel like the first time all over again. One hand began to run through her hair, while the other drifted down along her body to tuck into the back of her hunter’s leggings. His fingers soon found their prize, finding her quim practically drooling with desire, and Suel didn’t hesitate to trace his fingertips back and forth along her outer lips, then spread them to slip a third finger softly between them. Jerv hummed into Suel’s cock as her lips descended, her eyes opening to look up at him as a hunter might its prey. Her hips wiggled and arched upward to allow him better access, and her tongue flicked from between her lips to swirl skillfully around his modest shaft, its tip teasing at his knot. Back up her head slid, then right back down again, beginning a series of hungry, rhythmic bobs. Every time her tongue drew back to swipe over his pointed tip, another salty dab of precum lit up her taste buds. The male wolvar surprised himself, realizing he was actually quite nervous at the thought of being caught in a city full of dragons. Occasionally he’d glance back the way they had come, catching glimpses of dragons and dracthyr pacing the streets, but no one bothered to glance down such a narrow gap between the buildings. Still, that didn’t stop his fingers from pushing into Jerv even deeper, soaking his furred hand with her sweet nectar and bolstering her persistent hums along his sensitive cock. Jerv didn’t relent for several long, teasing minutes, until she felt her mate’s knot begin to inflate. The moment his skin twitched, Jerv drew back, smacking her lips and watching his tool pulse out in the open. “Nuh-uh, I’m not letting you waste any of that today,” she stated outright, and with an almost purr-like growl she eagerly pushed Suel down to lay flat on the ground. Suel bit back a soft chirp, knowing exactly what was coming. He said nothing as he tugged at Jerv’s leggings, which soon ended up in a heap next to them. A swing of her leg and she was straddling her mate and crouching just above his desirous erection. Her spread nether lips drooled a single drop of her nectar atop his tip as she hovered there, then slowly lowered herself to kiss his tip tenderly with her nethers. Her gaze never left Suel’s face, studying his expressions, certain that he was desperate to feel her from the inside. Both of Suel’s hands reached up at her, but she quickly pressed down against his chest to keep him flat on the ground. “Tell me how badly you want it,” she purred. “So… so bad,” was all he could think to respond, another small burst of precum appearing from his pointed tip. His clawed finger tips dug into the grass, struggling not to reach up and pull himself into her chest fur. “Nnnnnf!” she moaned as her hips descended, parting her quim with her mate’s tip and quickly swallowing each supple inch of his black skin with her hungry nethers. Her own fingers clawed at Suel’s chest as she grew fuller and fuller with him, and with an even louder squeak she took in his half-swollen knot without hesitation. “A… a perfect fit,” she gasped, holding herself atop his lap for several sweet seconds, simply watching him writhe. Her hips lifted and pulled herself up just enough to leave his knot, then dropped herself right back to his lap again with a heavy thud, followed by a crumbling sound that both wolvar were too distracted to notice. Suel’s back arched, and a husky groan of sheer pleasure escaped him. She knew every button of his to push -not that his buttons were overly complex- and the ensuing rhythm of gripping his knot with her nethers over and over threatened to push him right over the edge. More crumbling occurred as he fought viciously to keep his knot from fully inflating, but even Jerv knew that it was a losing battle. “Jerv…!” Her final descent caused them both to moan out loudly, wedging his knot firmly between her legs and sending a series of sharp quivers throughout her body. With the last of his control, Suel pushed one arm free from her grasp and pressed his thumb to her clit, working it in swift circles and watching as her climax intensified tenfold. Her next moan came out as a loud trill of ecstasy, and her free hand left him to slip beneath her drape and clutch her own chest, losing herself in her own climax. Suel cried out as he uprighted his upper body and pulled her into embrace the moment his own climax racked his body. The two of them quivered together as his cock erupted with several thick bursts of sticky cum over and over inside of Jerv, but not a single drop could escape the airtight knot that united them. [i]*CRACK*[/i] Both wolvars’ eyes shot open wide at the loud sound of stone shearing from stone. Jerv and Suel looked at each other -his cum still pouring into her- then glanced around at the cliffside they’d been perched on. A large crack had formed just behind Suel’s back, and more bits of stone crumbled by the second to fall over the cliffside. Neither had the chance to react before the cliffside gave way, and both wolvar cried out as they went right over the cliffside of Valdrakken. * * * * * The loud, united moan finally caught the ear of a passing tauren couple. “What the heck was that?” the female said aloud. “I am not certain,” rumbled the burly male as both of them approached the alleyway from where the cry had originated. But as the couple stepped through the gap, only the jagged, half-crumbled cliffside met their gaze. Both tauren looked at each other, shrugged, then backed out and carried on without a care.