Chapter 0 - Prologue - Bad Roommate

“Unh unh unh!” Felicia heard the panting as she opened the door to the home she and Trix shared. The purple skinned, lithe night elf huntress shook her head and couldn’t help but softly smile at her friends, well, sluttiness. While shewas busy earning money by hunting down bounties, her friend seemed to like making money a different way these days.


It wasn’t like Felicia was a prude or anything. She loved to party with Trix and even enjoyed a man herself most evenings. Lately though it really seemed like Trix only wanted to fuck. It didn’t matter to Felicia, so long as she was discreet about it. As she climbed the steps of their home and towards her own bedroom the noises grew louder and less muffled. When she got her first glimpse at the top of the stairs she frowned. Trix had left her door open.
So much for discreet.

Felicia finished her climb, taking in the scene in front of her. Trix was on her bed on all fours naked as the day she was born, save for the usual jewelry on her horns and tail. Her hooves were spread wide, her eyes were shut tight, and her tongue hung out of her mouth like she was a bitch in heat. This might have been because of the large Worgen gripping half of her waist with a single giant claw and slamming his cock into the Draenei rapidly and deeply. The gray peppered fur and the large jaws of the half human, half wolf were definitely impressive, but it looked like the fucking had left him feral and not willing to stop even for the new arrival in the doorway.

Trix did open her eyes when he growled, the silver orbs not registering Felicia at first. When she did they went huge as saucers and she let out a ragged, “oooohhh Felicia! I'mmmm ssssorry!”

Felicia was about to tell her it was fine and close the door when her eyes caught something strange. Looking at the clothing on the ground she saw Trix’s usual red leather, shredded again no doubt, but also two pairs of men’s clothing. To late did she realize what her friend meant when she heard a growl behind her.

Oh fuck.

A second Worgen, just as much in heat as the first it would appear, grabbed her from behind and pushed her to the ground. His Claws were already digging into her clothing and ripping the leather away to reveal her sweet purple skin underneath. She half-heartedly struggled, but she knew that she couldn’t take a Worgen in heat without hurting herself and maybe even her friend in the process. As the Worgen began to line up at her sweet hole, which the elf had to admit was already wet from what she was watching before; she locked her arms and readied herself, glaring up at a very apologetic and mid orgasmic Draenei.

Elune damn you, Trixera.

No amount of hunter training can prepare you for a Worgen’s cock. Sure Felicia could have heard the large humanoid creeping up on her if she hadn’t been distracted by her friend in the midst of sexual bliss and may have been able to get away from the beast in a number of other situations, but this special set of circumstances meant her complete lack of ability to prevent that hard shaft from penetrating her in a slow, deliberate thrust. One circumstance in particular stood out from the others: namely that Felicia was extremely horny. Despite not being quite as eager as her Draenei friend, who looked right now to be in the midst of her second of many powerful orgasms due to the Worgen thrusting wildly behind her, she still found the whole situation extremely erotic.

Her body was on fire as the Worgen behind her gripped her waist with its claws and began pulling out of her, just as slowly as he had pushed in. It was almost unbearable, knowing that this creature could be so savage with her yet having it draw her out like this, but Felicia grit her teeth and prevented her body from moving. She knew what he wanted. The Worgen above her wanted her to beg for more, beg for it faster and harder, as a power move to make himself dominant in their coupling. He wanted her to know he was in charge and she was not.

Instead of whimpering and begging like he hoped for, he got a stubborn and stern faced elf who acted like she didn’t even care about him leaving her despite the way her pussy tried to pull him back in. She wasn’t his bitch to take, so he would have to earn her affection. She was going to make sure that this Worgen knew who was the huntress and who was the feral pup.

Nothing can prepare a hunter for a Worgen cock, but Felicia had plenty of practice taming wolves.

The Worgen began to grow impatient when his fifth slow thrust yielded no visible results from the Elf under him. As he bottomed out inside the girl the purple beauty barely gave a shudder, which caused him to growl in frustration. It was infuriating, especially because his pack mate was having such an easier time with his bitch. The blue skinned Draenei was constantly begging for more between long, gasping pants of pleasure. She was fully embracing her position, while the woman underneath him was stubbornly refusing to enjoy his cock.

In truth, Felicia was enjoying it quite a lot. She felt his shaft twitch and press against every inch of her, since he was a rather large specimen, and the full feeling left her a quivering mess on the inside. Rule one about taming was to never show weakness in the face of a feral animal though, so Felicia remained with a serious, almost bored look. The first growl from him had cracked that look though, and she turned her head to avoid a small smirk. When his hot breath washed over her neck suddenly, she had a mere moment to brace herself before she felt his jaws clamp around her.

She wasn’t concerned about this turn of events. It was another way to dominate, not a way to hurt her. Despite this, she couldn’t stop herself from gulping slightly, which produced enough noise to give the Worgen all the satisfaction he needed.

She felt him swell a bit larger before he began fucking her in earnest. His thrusts began picking up speed at an increased rate, clearly eager to catch up to where the other couple in the room was. For her part Felicia bit her lip and strained to keep her pleasure contained. She could already feel an orgasm building and was waiting as long as possible before showing it. This was her final act of defiance before she broke down into a panting mess just like her friend.
When his cock gave a sharp jerk inside of her, she shuddered in satisfaction and let go, cumming and clamping her pussy around his spasming shaft. She had defied him alright. She had held off until after his orgasm and had shown him who was better. She had one more moment of smug satisfaction before her body devolved into orgasmic oblivion, removing all thoughts from her mind. Her first moan of pleasure surprised everyone in the room, and if she had been aware she would have felt an extra hard twitch from her lover at the erotic sound.

What surprised Felicia most of all was how quickly her Worgen companion was ready to go again. She was ready to roll away from his half hard shaft and began to wiggle out of his grip, but her rear shaking back and forth must have stirred something in him, because soon he was back to full hardness inside her. He didn’t bother to go slow this time; instead he gripped her tight and began to thrust into her just as quickly as the Worgen working on Trix. For Felicia’s part, she maintained her cool for a full ten minutes before she figured her lover had been through enough training, and let herself go into the throws of passion. She never begged for him, never pleaded for it harder, and every now and then he would try to get a rise out of her by gently biting or clawing at her soft skin to no avail. She did, however, enjoy herself.

It was a good fuck after all.

 it was several hours later that Felicia finally felt the Worgen pull out of her completely, letting her fall forward until she lay flat on the ground. Trixera had been gone a lot longer than her, not unconscious but in a state of pure ecstasy that she couldn’t shake. Even now her Draenei roommate hung over the bed, her tongue hanging out and her eyes glazed over as the Worgen gathered their clothing. The one who had ambushed her smirked at her and said, “Thanks for the good time. Ever feel like having some real fun, come find our pack in Duskwood.” With those final words, they left, laughing to one another and leaving two battered and well fucked women with nothing but a few bite marks and satisfied libidos to show for their adventure.

Felicia lay there, satisfied for a long time. Despite the surprise, she really did enjoy herself. But looking over at Trix, who had moved a hand to her own pussy involuntarily and was currently fingering herself idly once again, the Night Elf huntress realized she needed a break from the wild lifestyle her friend kept pulling her into.

That was later though. What she needed now was a good soak in a large bath.