#kelthos

Kelthos slammed Schen against the wall, causing a deep groan to escape from both men. The ranger kissed along the older male’s neck, nibbling the tender spots he knew would make Schen’s toes curl.

The druid responded by running a hand down the front of Kel’s muscular torso with a purpose, pausing just long enough to appreciate his mate’s physicality before finding his target. He wrapped a hand around Kel’s already throbbing manhood and stroked it with vigor between his fingers. Even though he was much older than Kel, Schen was still able to keep up with his virile young mate with no problems. After all, he was still virile himself!

Kelthos gasped and tilted his head upwards to capture Schen’s lips in a fiery kiss. Their tongues met almost instantly.

The younger male slipped his hands to the back of Schen’s thighs and then hoisted the elf up, keeping him pinned against the wall while they kissed. 

Schen adjusted himself until he was in position to grind his exposed rear against Kel’s cock. His own manhood was now standing at full attention and smearing pre-cum between their bodies.

The druid’s efforts caused Kel to moan loudly, his knees going weak for a brief moment as the thought of hilting himself deep within Schen raced through his mind. 

This was what Schen had been waiting for. Though he knew he had a good shot of overpowering Kel if he really wanted to, this was the ideal moment to spring his devious plan into action. 

In an emerald flash of druidic energy Schen’s muscular elven form molded into that of a sleek and equally powerful feline. With his front paws, he pushed Kelthos down roughly onto his back. Once his mate was in position the druid wasted no time in stepping forwards over the ranger, thrusting his feline shaft past Kel’s lips and into his warm mouth before he had a chance to protest. 

Kelthos let out a muffled gasp around the sizable barbed length now resting against his tongue. He hadn’t expected this, but as Schen’s intoxicating musk wafted from his crotch into the ranger’s nose any thought of protest quickly left him. He moaned and began to swirl his tongue around the feline cock, exploring every hot, pulsating inch. 

Schen’s taste; the salty musk of the shaft itself, mixed in with the sweetness of his pre drove Kel over the edge. He wanted more. 

Schen gave a coy feline grin down at his mate. Usually so concerned with his masculinity, it didn’t take Kel but a few seconds to submit to the older male completely. The druid positioned his paws around Kel’s head to give himself maximum leverage as he began fucking the ranger’s throat.

Kel gagged as Schen forced his long manhood into the back of his throat. It had been a while since he had been in this position, but instinct soon took over. Kel adjusted the angle of his head and relaxed as best he could. He took the brief moments he could to breathe, but was more focused on pleasuring the druid as much as possible.

The two men continued in this way for quite some time. Grunts of pleasure and muffled moans filled the dwelling they had been staying in. It was a communal bunkhouse of sorts; one they shared with other Circle druids. The risk of getting caught was high, but in this moment the two could care less. Schen dared anyone to wander in and try to stop them.

As Kel continued sucking off his mate like his life depended on it, he felt Schen’s hefty fur-covered sack tense against his throat. Knowing what it meant, he pulled away and opened his mouth wide, eager to give the older druid a show.

As his climax washed over him, Schen looked down at Kel with his mouth agape and the eagerness in his amber eyes. The druid’s cock erupted, splattering the younger male’s face and mouth with several long, milky ropes of his essence. Kel waited until he was certain his mate’s climax was over before gulping down the seed that had landed on his tongue.

“By the Ancients Schen, I wasn’t expecting tha---” Kel began.

Schen interrupted him by rolling the ranger over harshly. 

Kelthos blinked in surprise. He peered back towards Schen and saw the feral desire in his eyes. He wasn’t done. With a grin, he quickly got onto his hands and knees, his tight hole in plain view of the druid. 

As Schen moved in to begin lapping his rough tongue against Kel’s entrance, a pair of Druids made their way up the ramp. Schen heard them-- then saw them, but he didn’t care. Lust had long since overtaken him.

The two druids, both males, stopped in their tracks upon seeing Schen and Kel. Their eyes went wide and for a moment it looked like they were going to rush back downstairs and out of the bunkhouse; but a primal urge stopped them. 

The taller of the two, a young Tauren with dusty brown fur and scruff around his jaw, peered at Kel and Schen in the midst of their rutting. Coming to the realization that they weren’t going to stop simply by his presence, he moved forwards into the room. He discarded his robes along the way to reveal an incredibly powerful, broad physique that looked fit to burst out of his skin. 

It was likely this druid followed the path of Ursoc, Schen thought to himself. He also noticed that the Tauren did not wear undergarments. The moment his robes touched the ground, his massive cock was achingly apparent. It nearly hung to the young bull’s knees. The Tauren sat on the closest bed to Schen and Kel’s spot on the floor and grabbed his shaft with both hands, stroking slowly as he watched. 

Schen suppressed another coy feline grin as he finished lubing Kel’s hole with his tongue. By now the ranger had noticed the newcomers, but he didn’t seem to care either, actually giving them a tiny wink. He simply looked back at Schen and pleaded, “Fuck me.”

Schen was all too happy to oblige, and as he got into position he noticed the second druid glide into the room. He appeared to be Human, but Schen assumed he was likely a Worgen. He was fairly pale with a mop of red hair atop his head and freckles dotting his handsome face. As the man slipped out of his garb, Schen’s gaze quickly traveled down his body. He too was muscular, though not nearly as much as his friend. The Human’s interest in the situation was just as obvious as the other druid’s, however; his manhood was throbbing and fully erect. He moved over to the Tauren and sat on the bed next to him. 

Kelthos glanced over to their newfound audience. A blush crept across his cheeks and the tips of his ears, but their presence excited him even more. He let out a loud groan as the tip of Schen’s barbed manhood abruptly found its way past his entrance. The two other druids were furiously stroking themselves at this point, and it caused Kel to wonder what he and Schen’s fucking might look like. Pretty good, he’d wager. Another drawn-out sound of pleasure escaped the ranger as Schen’s cock continued to slip deeper inside of him, inch by inch. By this point Kel noticed the Human had leaned over to take the Tauren’s shaft into his mouth, making lewd slurping noises as he serviced his friend. The Tauren put a hand on the back of the Human’s head and groaned deeply, eyes still locked on the Kaldorei pair before him. Kelthos couldn’t help but grin.

Schen gave the two new druids one final glance before focusing on Kel. He hunkered over the elf like a predator, breath hot against the back of the ranger’s neck. He worked up a steady rhythm of thrusts, making sure to drive himself a little deeper with each pass. Soon he was hilting his mate, forcing his barbed shaft against Kel’s sweet spot over and over again. 

Kelthos’s moans got louder and louder. It had been some time since he’d been so completely used and he was loving every second of it. As the minutes passed by and Kel’s depths were stretched, he felt his climax creeping up on him due in no small part to the subtle barbs lining Schen’s shaft.

As Kelthos writhed beneath him, Schen felt his second orgasm rapidly approaching. The ranger’s tightness was just too much to bear. He made a mental note to fuck Kelthos more often.

With the two mates in near-sync, their climaxes were but moments apart. Kel came first, splattering his torso and the wooden floorboards below with his sticky seed. Schen opted to fill Kel, shooting his load deep within the ranger in several violent spurts.

As the moment passed and the two Kaldorei got a chance to catch their breath, they glanced over to the two druids who had been watching them. By this point they were in the midst of their own passion, the Tauren drilling his friend, now transformed into a Worgen, with that massive bovine cock. 

Kel let out a lazy chuckle and glanced back at Schen, “What do you say we join them?” He gestured towards the other druidic pair.

The older male grinned wickedly as he finally shapeshifted back into his elven form, cock still buried deep inside Kelthos, “You read my mind.” 

We all agreed that something should be done to discover what Thagrul was doing on the Broken Isles. To that end, I asked the Illidari for help. I do not approve of what they have become, but their knowledge of the Legion and its members is undeniable. They told me of a lowly wyrmtongue demon, Urzax, who had recently tried to defect to their side; before he could join them, it was intercepted and captured by the Legion. Though near-bottom on the demonic hierarchy, they said wyrmtongues tend to overhear things from their masters.

With it as our only lead, we followed the Illidari’s advice and set out to rescue Urzax from the Legion’s clutches. The Demon Hunters’ last known idea of his location was aboard the dimensional ship Soulrender which hovered above Faronaar. 

The Cryptic Tide and I ventured to the Illidari base camp they had carved out from the hellish landscape and set about our mission. The only way up to the Soulrender was via a portal on the ground not far from the camp. However, a powerful Mo’arg possessed the portal stone necessary to travel through it. 

We tracked the Mo’arg to a cave and managed to overwhelm it, taking the stone and fighting back to the portal. With the stone, we were able to venture through and found ourselves aboard the eerily quiet Soulrender. 

High above the main chamber we found ourselves in were a series of cages. Inside one of them was our quarry, Urzax. Unfortunately, there was also a demonic Jailer in the chamber who spotted us quickly. In additon, felguards began to march up from the lower reaches of the ship. The Tide split into three groups; two to fight the Felguards while the rest attacked the Jailer. After a fierce battle we managed to send the demons back to the Nether and rescued Urzax. 

I first faced Thagrul in the lower spires of Blackrock Mountain. Ironically, he was not my target. Instead, myself and a fellow druid, Marthesarian, were seeking out a Doomguard named Vazruulon. Many years ago, Vazruulon slew my fiancee during the Battle of Mt. Hyjal. I wrongly blamed Marthesarian for her death, and this was a chance to set aside our longstanding hatred and start anew as well as an opportunity for me to get vengeance. 

My Gnomish friend Gnorville had discovered that Vazruulon was aiding Thagrul in corrupting the few remaining Black Dragonspawn inside the mountain with fel magic. Thagrul had been sent undercover by Gul’dan within the Ironmarch Expedition to help create a Vanguard force to herald in the Legion’s arrival after their success on Draenor. After arriving at Blackrock Mountain, Thagrul slipped away to the lower reaches of the spire and began his work.

It was a difficult fight past the corrupted dragonspawn and demonic servitors Thagrul had summoned, but eventually Marthesarian and I were victorious in hunting down Vazruulon with help from some of Gnorville’s gadgets. We managed to combine our fury to slay the demon, but Thagrul slipped away via portal to Tanaan Jungle, taking with him a powerful device created by Gnorville to aid us in our endeavor; the Fel Containment Unit. More will be written about this device in later entries.

Little did I know that this was but the beginning of what has now become a long and arduous campaign against Thagrul’s ambition and evil... My next entry will be soon.

Signed, 

She had never been so close to one of the Alliance's airships before and it was certainly a sight to behold; the Skyfire, the flagship of the  aerial navy's fleet and its pride and joy. It had chased down Xaxas himself, aided in numerous Alliance missions during the war in Pandaria, and even survived being quite nearly pulled out of the sky by a colossal Fel Reaver at the Broken Shore. When she had first arrived aboard, Melanira had been astounded by the airship's complexity. She had little comprehension of the immense engineering that went into making something like this, but even she could appreciate its marvel. The 7th Legion deserved no better vessel than this to take them to the Broken Isles. Melanira just wished that they were actually going to fight the Legion, not to "track" Sylvanas and the Forsaken Fleet.

She had not been at the Broken Shore. She was not entirely sure what had happened. Depending on who you asked the Horde either abandoned the Alliance to die or were forced to retreat as they began to be overrun from behind. Either way, Melanira believed the Horde and whatever had happened on that ridge were matters to be addressed later.

"The Legion is upon us now," she silently mused to herself. "They are the immediate threat."

But such idle thinking did not do anyone much good, least of all herself. She had agreed to join the 7th Legion when they approached her after the Broken Shore. She knew they had suffered terrible losses there. Everyone did. They needed experienced warriors to replace those who had fallen. "Even warriors with a bum leg, it would seem." Melanira chuckled. Sure, she had been devastated when her leg was crushed by a massive stone pillar during the War of the Shifting Sands, but she'd learned to get over it. After decades of physical therapy she was able to move easily enough with her leg brace or cane. It barely hindered her ability in combat now that she'd learned to compensate for it with a big shield. 

Melanira quietly moved further below decks to the bottom of the Skyfire. One of her favorite places she had found soon after coming aboard was the aft balcony. She wasn't entirely sure if it served much of a purpose militarily speaking, but it was a nice place to clear one's head. As she stepped out into the crisp night air, she was greeted with a fierce gale wind. She walked to the edge of the balcony, the sounds of her bootfalls muffled by the now much louder engine noise. She leaned against the railing and peered down. Several hundred feet below was the inky blackness of the sea. Though she couldn't make it out in the night sky, if she closed her eyes and focused she could just make out the faint crashing of the waves.

They would be upon the Broken Isles, and Sylvanas' fleet, soon enough. Quite possibly by the next morning or afternoon. One of the shaman aboard said that he believed a storm would arrive soon. Melanira wasn't worried. With all that the Skyfire had been through in the past, some inclement weather wasn't going to bring it down. The Forsaken Fleet though? That was a different story. One airship against an entire fleet were not odds that the Kaldorei much favored, but they were the odds that she had and she fully intended to make the best of them.