Fanged Sunset

	The brown worgen stretched his arms above his head, leaning back to get the cricks from his spine before lounging a bit. Malik was a wolf man, turned back in Gilneas from his human counter part and more so enjoyed his wolf nature. His deep gray hair was scraggly, adding to his unkempt appearance with his sideburns and goatee. His muzzle was scarred, like his face and even one ear had a chunk missing above his two earrings. Taking in the scent of the air, he sneezed, causing his leather armor to jangle a little. His bare feet continued to pad forward, bare clawed hand scratching his neck as he heard a soft chuckling next to him. He looked over to his traveling companion.
	She was Seth’rak, a bipedal snake people. Karaliss was her name and she wore the traditional garb of a priest for her people, a loincloth and a cloak about her torso. A staff was on her back, though she typically would use spells over it in a fight. As for appearance, the hood was immediately noticed on her, like all Seth’rak of Vol’dun. Her pale yellow scaled body was marked with deeper golden hues in a nearly stripe like formation, the plating on her neck and belly even paler though. Karaliss kept her tail neatly curled upright behind her, a bit different than others but it did help keep the bulging sack on her back from tipping her over too much. Not looking at him, he knew she sniggered at his oversensitive smell. At least she could choose when to have it herself.
	Malik looked forward again, feeling himself stirring in his trunks. Admittedly he found Karaliss attractive. Not that that was odd, he found many ladies of Azeroth attractive. Admittedly, he had banged the majority of races native to the world. Horde, Alliance, neutral or otherwise, he’d bedded at least one female at some point in time. There were some he didn’t pursue, like the fish ones as he could never tell if one was male or female. They all looked too similar. Never had a dragon either. That would be one of his all time fantasies though! And no snake people, as he glanced at Karaliss once more.
	True, it was probably bad taste, but the rogue did enjoy the priest’s company and they had traveled for some time together. Alliance had plenty of champions that the worgen had no guilt about just going about with this snake woman to do some haggling. It lined both their pockets, after all. Speaking of lines, he started going over a couple in his head. Many were cliche or simple one night stand ones. He blew out air from his muzzle, tilting his head back in contemplation. Perhaps he’d wait for a more opportune time. One of which happened a little further along their walk.
	They had been walking through a field of sorts, when the worgen had stumbled upon a flower. It was quite a sight, though as they had separated to look about for resources some, he would be the only one to notice. He did make note of a few similar ones before he lightly picked it. Bringing back, he gave it to Karaliss, who flushed and thanked him in her own quiet, warbling voice. Continuing until the sun was setting, they broke to make camp. The tent set up, a small fire and food was shared. Once that was done, they sat to watch the sunset together.
	“It’s beautiful.” The ’s’ was a little more pronounced, due to her being a snake.
	His gruff voice spoke out. “Just like you Karaliss.”
	Another flush as they continued to stare out over the lands. “Quite the charmer. Something you’re not saying?”
	Malik looked over at his companion. “We’ve been traveling together for a while now.”
	The snake looked at the worgen. “We have, yes.”
	“Do you think we should be more intimate?”
	The priest tilted her head. “Like bathing together?”
	“Well, that too.” Malik’s mind drifted to the, rather numerous times, he had tried to spy on Karaliss while she cleansed. He hadn’t gotten to see much ever, the best being when he’d seen she had breasts from a side view. “But I had something else in mind.” The worgen made nothing subtle as he patted his groin.
	Karaliss’ face flushed as she turned towards the lowering sun. “You are quite bold. And blunt.”
	“What can I say? I know what I want.”
	“Do you not wish to settle down or find someone to love?”
	The rogue sat quietly, prompting the snake to face him. His mind was far away as he spoke. “I use to, before Gilneas was destroyed. I learned that life is too short to waste on façades or lies. Sure, it doesn’t always work and many don’t like one night stands or just lovers. But I don’t want to be tied down by other’s morals either.”
	They sat in silence for a while. Then, “What was she like?”
	“I’d….rather not dwell on that.”
	“You’ll need to sometime.”
	Malik stood then, stretching. “Another time.” He offered the priest his hand and she took it. Once standing, they watched the sun truly set and the dark overcome the land.
	“Of the suitors I’ve had, most were only interested in personal gain.” Karaliss said. “None were upfront as you have been Malik.”
	“I’ll take that as a compliment.” The worgen grinned wolfishly. The snake chuckled some before the rogue sighed. “You should go to bed, I’ll go relief myself.”
	As Malik turned to leave, a hand grasped his. He turned back to see Karaliss getting in close to him and surprising him with a gentle peck to his cheek. A shy smile spread across her face. “You can go do that or come with me. But know that doing so will require a commitment.” She let go of him and turned to head off for the tent they’d share.
	The worgen blew out air from his muzzle as he stared at the rising moon. Well, this was a predicament. What was he to do? He took some time to ponder both options. Deciding that it would be best to know what this commitment was at the least, he headed for the tent.
	As soon as he parted the tent and entered, the atmosphere changed radically. Two candles sent flickering shadows around the small enclosure and glittering off dusty scales. Karaliss had removed all her clothes, leaving her modest breasts on display, pink nipples on each mound. The rogue’s jaw parted as his eyes wandered down between her legs, taking note of the scales around the groin and the slit in between. He felt his sheath plump up at the sight before him. The snake woman chuckled nervously.
	“I see you’ve decided?”
	Malik closed his jaw with a click. He swallowed. “More so curious to this commitment.”
	Karaliss smiled at him. “The Seth’rak are not numerous as we once were. The war between us has decimated numbers.” She looks off to the side, distant as she continues. “As it stands, the people have a mandatory priority to keep our kind going.”
	“So what you’re saying is you have to breed?” The worgen was incredulous.
	“Yes. So I may not have a proper mate for some time if ever.” The priest looked at him once more. “I want a commitment that, even if we were open to others for sexual reasons, you would not up and leave.”
	The rogue was floored. Here was this amazing female saying she wanted to be in an open relationship. “Well. Fuck.” Malik exited the tent and fumbled with his clothing as quickly as possible. There was some shifting inside as he struggled with his gear, the first time in a while. Usually he was composed to strip fast but this was amazing! Once fully nude, he couldn’t help but grab his plump sheath, inhaling sharply as he lightly scratched at the thicker fur of his pubes. Ducking back in, he came across Karaliss standing, flushing.
	Malik approached the Seth’rak female, a smile on his face as he tilted her head up towards his. “I’m fine with being your main lover, if you’ll have me.” He leaned in and pressed his muzzle against hers, a light and soft affair. Pulling back, he waited for her response.
	“I would like that.” It was a quiet response before Karaliss returned the favor of kissing him. Though this time, he did make it a little rougher as he pushed in more. His hands grasped her sides and slid down her body to her hips while he felt the fur on his chest being ruffled by her own. The worgen's paws moved to grab at the priest’s ass, making her gasp and he struck by shoving his tongue into her muzzle. The appendage went over the fangs and the forked tongue, feeling Karaliss moan softly as her tongue finally flicked along with his. Her hands moved down to his own waist as his moved back up and grabbed at her breasts. Pulling back, the saliva connected the two as he snickered.
	“Always wanted to see and feel these.”
	The snake was blushing. He gave her a cocky smirk as he nuzzled into her neck, nipping and getting soft groans and gasps from the priest. His hands squeezed and caressed the mounds, thumb claw flicking over the nipple as he dipped lower to suckle on one. His tongue flicked about it, first one than the other as his hand moved down to cup and rub at her slit. The rogue had Karaliss gasping and moaning his name, her timid nature warring with the intense pleasure he seemed to give her. Kneeling, he looked up at the heavy breathing female, waggling his eye ridges at her before moving his snout forward and letting his tongue drag along the curve of her groin.
	“By Sethraliss!” Malik was a bit surprised by her swearing but didn’t stop, licking along the slit a few times before he got even lower and angled his head up for his tongue to slip into her folds. The hands grabbing his head then was a surprise as the snake tilted her head back and moaned deeply. His hands resting on her thighs, the rogue went to work, tongue lapping and twisting within her. Instinctively, she was grinding her loins onto his snout, getting his appendage as deep as possible. He flicked his tongue over her clit and she howled like a worgen, making him grin as he started to truly shove his tongue in and out, occasionally flicking over the nub of pleasure.
	It felt like only a few moments and passes before Karaliss was screaming. The worgen felt her convulsions before her nectar coated his muzzle, Not stopping, he continued to give her insides a good tasting as she writhed under his fingers. Then he pulled away, leaving her a shaking, panting mess. He couldn’t help but bring a hand down to his own arousal and lightly squeeze his pink shaft while he cleaned his muzzle. Stroking his length, Malik stood back up, grinning at the blissful snake in front of him. Using his free hand, he touched her nose to make the priest look at him.
	“Think you’d like to return the favor?”
	Karaliss flushed and nodded, slowly lowering herself to the ground. The worgen watched her hands come out, his own falling away from the now leaking cock. They were shaking before she grabbed his arousal. Inhaling sharply, his breath left in shudders as she slowly tugged on his dick. It was agonizingly slow but he’d bear it for the prize he wanted. She grew more confident the more she worked too, sliding her fingers and hands along his length quicker and easier. Some due to pre, but still. The snake played with the bulb at his base, making him rumble in his chest and leak more pre out before the hand moved to his balls.
	The priest’s hands were so soft and gentle, rolling his orbs around. His head tilted back as his breathing became ever more labored. Fuck, she was good. The rogue’s eyes crossed when he felt that forked tongue ever so slowly drag up his cock. She did so a few times before bringing her lips to close on his tip, making him whimper in need. Malik’s eyes closed as Karaliss’s hands gripped his base and she slowly sunk her head down onto his dick. It was only about halfway when she stopped but it was good to the worgen. Not the best he’d had. It didn’t matter as the snake began sliding her lips and tongue along the shaft, her hands tugging on the rest in tandem. Eyes rolling some, he openly panted as pre spurt out of his aching arousal. Up and down, the priest worked on his dick, drawing ever closer to his end even holding back. His hands rested on her cheeks as he slipped the snake from him.
	Karaliss looked up at him. “Did I do something wrong?” She was cute, thinking she’d done a bad thing.
	“Not at all, I just don’t want to finish too early.” That and, admittedly, he doubted he could enjoy an orgasm fully with her current skill level.
	The snake flushed again, embarrassed it seemed by his words. Scooting back, she sprawled herself back out over the blankets on the ground. Rumbling in his chest, Malik dropped down to his hands and knees, crawling slowly up her body. He dipped his head down to drag his tongue along it, a trail of saliva leading up to her neck where he ended it to kiss her softly. Now hovering over the priest, the rogue grinned as pressed his length against her body. There was a gasp as he slid his cock back and forth, teasing her a little before pulling his hips back and letting his pointed tip scrape against Karaliss’s slit.
	“Ready?” The worgen asked.
	A small nod was all the advance he needed, slowly pushing his hips forward. Warmth grasped at his penetrating length, almost like it was trying to suck him in. Hands came up to wrap about his body to his back and claws dug in hard. Feet pressed into his ass from her legs around his waist. Malik bit his lip, trying to keep back his moans as he slid inch after inch into the snake’s body until he hit his bulb. Stopping, they both breathed heavily as they took in the other’s feel. Chuckling softly, he nuzzled into her neck as he breathed out “tight”. The priest’s insides clamped on him like a vice. He nibbled on her neck until Karaliss was groaning softly.
	“M-Malik…”
	The rogue began to grind softly into his prize, getting small noises of pleasure from the snake. Ever so slow, he worked his hips back and forth, taking a little more of his shaft from her fold with each pass. Their moans would intertwine, the worgen’s body quaking some with his fight for reason over instinct. He needed to be delicate but he wanted to breed! It was enough to make him growl and rumble in his chest, putting some power into a few of the thrusts in and making Karaliss hiss and moan. Her tunnel squeezed him all over as he descended back into her depths, his dick spurting pre to ease the entry some as he finally pulled to his tip and back in to his bulb. A few times before he picked up speed and power a bit.
	Their bodies sweating from the excess physical activity, the two panted and moaned and grunted. Holding himself above her, the rogue started up a rhythm, even popping his bulb into her wet sex on occasion as she gasped and writhed under him. His balls swung back and forth, making wet plaps as liquid ran down between her legs. The popping of his ever growing knot entering and exiting were loud in the small enclosure, a testament to his impending end. It seemed, though, that the rare if ever experience for the priest was too much as her claws dug deep enough to cut while she screamed his name. Wincing, he felt first hand her second orgasm, clasping his sensitive cock with enough force repeatedly to almost be called painful. Almost.
	It seemed like an age before Karaliss no longer squeezed Malik so tightly, but now on edge, he wouldn’t last long. Grunting, he moved once more, his cock solid as he now pounded into her sopping wet slit. The snake moaned from the intense sensitivity she now had before the rogue howled and shoved himself in fully. His orbs bounced as his knot inflated, making his lover gasp and writhe once more as rope after rope of his essence filled her. Biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, he felt as she squeezed him with force again, giggling to herself some as he kept spurting his seed deep inside. Slowly tapering off, the worgen felt how tired he really was. The hands stroking his back weren’t helping, but he could tell Karaliss was tired too. She was already half asleep.
	Rolling them onto their sides, much to the snake’s dismay as she grumbled sleepily, the rogue just stared at her. Malik knew they’d be together for a long while yet. Both physically as he knotted her and he’d have to deflate before they could separate but also metaphorically in the sense of a time line. Strangely, as he fell into slumber, he could almost see himself settling down with Karaliss one day in the far future. If the world didn’t try to kill them first.