Stalk Around

You slip further into the forest and wheel around behind the priestess, intent to catch her as she exits her bath, nice and lubricated. You begin your approach of the lake again and stop dead in your tracks. There is another Night Elf, another female, with deep purple skin and green hair. Her outfit is that of a Sentinel and her arrows on her back are fitted with green feathers, her weapons lay strewn about, and her hands appear, occupied with her groin. Though she is turned away from you, facing the water you can tell she is extremely muscular and very well endowed. You stalk up behind her, and are shocked to discover that she you smell both male and female musk emanating from her crotch. Apparently she is not only well endowed of chest.

“Oh, oh Illythai.” She whispers, her eyes transfixed on the bathing elf as she vigorously pumps her cock. “How many centuries have I…?” She cannot finish her sentence and resolves to masturbate harder. You are not an inherently spiteful wolf, and you feel pity on the poor creature as you sneak behind her. She is also a unique specimen and suffers from the same problems you do. “I… I…” She pants. You snap an unlucky twig and she wheels around her cock swelling.

The sentinel only gets a glimpse as your **** into action, throwing your full weight against her, and brutally smashing her skull against the tree she hides behind with a dull thud. She immediately collapses, ****, and by her limp nature you worry you may have seriously hurt her.
“Hello? Is, is someone there?” calls the priestess in a twinkling voice. The petite priestess makes her way to shore and gathers up her cloths quickly. “I don-“her voice trails off as you reveal yourself in front of her. Her eyes go wide with the fright you’ve seen in prey hundreds of times before. “No, I, Elune…”

Your hunger rises, and you jump the helpless elf. The last her luminescent silver eyes see of the world is your wide moth engulfing her head, and then the fight is on. Her muffled yells barely making sound as you swallow her with difficulty. Within you her head stares into the abyss of your soft pink gullet and her arms flail in desperation. You manage her shoulders into your mouth and take a moment to breath, savouring her dusky flavour. Another few gulps and her arms are within you. Your tongue runs over her small breasts.

She squirms as she descends into your throat. You tilt your head upwards with great effort and swallow up to her butt. Her legs kicking wildly in the air as she if she retains hope of escape. Your stomach gurgles friendlily at the new arrival the bulk of her being massaged in your throat. Squeezing your eyes shut you swallow the petite elf down totally and tickle her feet as they pass through your mouth. You focus on your breathing as the elf is curled into a moving ball in your stomach. You move slowly at first to make sure she is settling in, and then slink off into the woods, carefully hiding your trail.

You nestle in under some giant tree roots, as digestion kicks in, the elf’s last few **** movements reduced to pain twitches as digestive juices begin to drip down around her. There are a last few flutters of life from within you before you pass out, so full.

It isn’t long before you awake. Only a few hours, and the meal within you only partially digested. Your testes feel set alight, like they have been filled to the point of bursting with hot water. You growl uncomfortably. There is something else, you feel followed. You take a moment to squat down and release hundreds of years of priest training onto the forest floor as a steaming pile of light blue shit. Stretching, you make your way off into the forest, uncomfortably horny, yet hunger sated.