<16> “You’re gorgeous,” Quela replied softly. As if hypnotized, she reached out to him and began to run her hands all over his body, as if exploring something she’d never seen before. The transformation had actually left him several inches shorter than the night elf, but there was nothing in Quela’s eyes to make him think she thought less of him. “Quela,” he rumbled, the gravel gone from his voice. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this. I’m… I dunno, I feel odd being like this. Like I don’t belong here as a squishy human.” Quela went wide-eyed. “N-no! No, you stay [i]exactly[/i] like that! You’re perfect!” She slowly got up and took a couple steps backwards, blushing. “So… on one of my scouting trips, I found this buried under a tree,” she explained as she reached into her supplies and pulled out a dirty-looking tome. “This is a record of druidic information that Ralaar Fangfire wrote ages ago. It… it explains how to learn and use the Pack Form.” It was Nathan’s turn to look shocked. “Oh, Quela, don’t, please! That’s a terrible idea, you could lose your mind to it! It turns night elves feral!” “Only if you stay in it too long!” she insisted and looked down at the tome. “I already know how to do it. I wanted to use it to get back at my mother and just… run. But I think it’ll be more useful right now.” Nathan lurched toward her as if to stop her, but a cloud of smoke enveloped her in the blink of an eye. When it settled, Nathan almost couldn’t believe his eyes. Quela had grown another two feet in height. Her fur had a bluish hue to it, not unlike Nathan’s, and covered much of her naked body. A shaggy, midnight blue mane cascaded nearly halfway down her back, all of which almost made her canine features look exceedingly attractive. The ‘Pack Form’ was intended to turn druids into wolves, but in practice they became worgen, and often led to them going feral as Nathan had warned. “Quela!? Quela can you hear me!?” “Mmmmmmh,” Quela echoed, gravel thick in her new voice. She looked this way and that, then set her sights on Nathan… and grinned. She slowly began to bend over at the waist until her front claws planted onto the ground… though Nathan’s gaze was fixed upon her heavy breasts as they began to hang beneath her. It was then that Nathan realized he might be in trouble. “Quela, hey, easy. I’m Nathan, remember? Can you shift back? Quela!?” She said nothing as a menacing grin spread across her canine face. She took one, two, three prowling steps toward him… then with a roar, she was upon him in a blur of fur and skin. Nathan didn’t know quite what was going on. He’d cried out at first, but nothing the half-feral worgen was doing caused him any sort of pain or discomfort. The growling and snarling turned into licks down his neck and chest, and when both of her hands clamped down on his wrists, her licks dropped straight down to his crotch. Her breathing drew heavily, hungrily as she scoured his most sensitive area with her tongue, and the Gilnean could only moan out in response. “Whoa… just… no teeth, okay?” Quela looked up at him mischievously, but did not open her maw as she continued to lick him. He couldn’t tell exactly [i]how[/i] much autonomy she still had, but he was starting to care less and less the harder he got. His length was devoid of foreskin, and the harder it got, the bigger it looked compared to when he was flaccid. Once at its full length, Quela ceased her licking and appeared to inspect it closer, even going as far as to shove her wet nose against his balls and take a deep inhale of his natural musk. Which… might have put her senses into overdrive again. Quela let out a snarl and a growl, then suddenly released him before spinning in a half circle. She glanced back at him with the same, glowing white eyes she’d had in her elven form and grasped his wrists again, then smashed her naked rump straight onto his lap, flattening his cock up between her cheeks. She may not have been able to speak, but it was pretty obvious what she wanted. Nathan couldn’t deny the beauty of her furred rump. In his own fervor, he shook her hands free of his wrists to give her backside a heavy, two-handed spank, then grasped two handfuls of her wonderfully soft fur to spread her cheeks wider. The heat that radiated from her womanhood was incredible, and it sent powerful shocks of delight through his cock and into the rest of his body. His tip was already drooling precum over her furred cheeks, and just a few shifts of her pressing backside brought him right down where he needed to be. “Just relax, Quela. I’ll get you back,” he uttered whether she could understand him or not. His tip pressed fiercely into her absolutely overflowing folds. The second Quela felt him there, the furred druidess growled loudly, lifted her hips just a bit, then [i]slammed[/i] them backwards against his lap. For a brief moment, both of them saw stars as his full length disappeared inside her, and with another snarl Quela did her best to shift forward, then back again, bouncing and re-penetrating herself with his cock over and over again. It wasn’t the most [i]comfortable[/i] process Nathan had experienced, but there was something he loved about watching her fervently bouncing on his length, even if it was just a little longer than half of what his worgen length was. She was not the most coordinated with her efforts either, so there were a few times where she’d pull back too far, and her next bounce would just flatten his tool upward or down between her thighs. After a few of these, it was Nathan’s turn to grunt, and Quela appeared shocked when he planted another double-handed spank upon her ass. “My turn!” he declared and gripped her tight, then pushed as hard as he could until he was able to stand behind her, while her upper body dropped, still on her hands and knees.