A recently re-created blog for Kelthos Moongale, a World of Warcraft character on the Wyrmrest Accord server. Mostly will have WoW stuff with some random nonsense thrown in!
WARNING: This is shameless smut and completely, 100% NSFW! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Also it has kitty peen so if you aren’t into that don’t read.
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.”
The two Kaldorei slowly de-tangled themselves and made their way over to the other two males who gave them both inviting grins. It was going to be a blissfully long night.
He stood before her, awestruck. Even from several yards away Kelthos could feel the compassion and love that radiated from her every pore, warming him from the outside in as if he was basking in the sun. Her sun. Kelthos needed to be closer to her. He took several long strides to close the distance between them and immediately they embraced.
His hands glided effortlessly along the curves of her toned form, and he felt how it melded so perfectly against his own body. Kelthos leaned in and their lips touched. Hers were impossibly soft. It did not take long for the gentle kiss to give way to a deeper one driven by their passion.
Despite this, it was not a kiss bound in lust. It was fueled by their urgent need for closeness; for eachother. A few blissful seconds went by, then her eyes fluttered closed. Kelthos had seen them do that many times before, but it still caused him to smirk into their kiss. He knew a blush would creep across her elegantly molded cheekbones and the tips of her long ears soon after.
This moment seemed to last for an eternity, yet for Kelthos it was not nearly long enough. He could stay like this, with her in his arms, forever.
But it was not to be. She suddenly pushed away from him. Kelthos pulled back, confused. It was then that he saw the darkness behind her. From it, shadowy hands had reached out towards her and latched on with all their might. She hadn't pushed him away; they were trying to pull her into the abyss.
She reached for him with terror flashing in her eyes. Kelthos grabbed both of her hands tightly and struggled to hold on. He fought and pulled with all the force his body could muster, but it was no use. She began to slip. As her fingers finally parted between his own, they were seperated. A scream escaped her as she was dragged into the darkness.
In the midst of its inky blackness rested a giant pair of smoking red eyes, staring at Kelthos with a glint of glib pride. It was as if the terrible being behind the eyes delighted in his despair. Without warning the eyes erupted in flame. They sped towards Kelthos with blinding speed. He could feel their intense heat, already agonizing against his dark violet skin as it began to warp and blister. Within seconds, he was consumed.
Everything went dark. A haunting voice, -her- voice stabbed into his skull like a serrated blade, "You could not save me."
Kelthos jolted awake in his bed, thrashing about to try to get past the eyes; to get to her. After falling to the floor with a loud 'thunk' he came to his senses.
"It was just a dream," Kelthos thought to himself. He was simultaneously disappointed that she had not really been there, yet relieved the final moments of terror had not been real either.
The woman in the dream was his deceased fiancée, Sorandae. She had perished during the Battle of Mt. Hyjal years ago.
As the word fiancé crossed his mind, he thought of Schen. Kelthos wormed his way out of the sheets bunched tightly around him and stood from the floor on shaky feet, fully ready to apologize for waking the older elf. He got cranky if he didn't get his beauty sleep. Schen was nowhere to be seen.
"He must have went to get a snack," Kelthos pondered internally. Schen only ever ate fruits and vegetables. He was probably hungry all the time. Kelthos snickered to himself, but his amusement soon faded as his mind went back to his dream.
He flopped into the bed weakly and wiped some sweat from his brow. He had not dreamed about Sorandae in a long, long time. This concerned Kelthos. He lied and told himself that it was just a freak one-time nightmare.
In the pit of his stomach, however, he knew this was only the beginning....
After the defeat of the Legion in Tanaan Jungle, I had assumed Thagrul was among the slain. I had not heard anything about him since he fled to Tanaan after my first encounter with him.
However, the Legion’s return to Azeroth brought with it news of an Orcish warlock matching Thagrul’s description. Gnorville utilized his foul demonic minions to learn if this Orc was indeed Thagrul. To my disappointment, he was. Knowing that Thagrul always seemed to have elaborate plans in motion, I brought news of his return to the organization I was employed by at the time; the Cryptic Tide.
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.
We planted a few bombs we had brought with us before departing; not enough to destroy the ship, but at least enough to cause some damage. After the charges were set, we parachuted off the ship as they exploded and returned to the Illidari camp. The Demon Hunters said we could have a couple of days to question the Wyrmtongue before they sent someone to collect him. I prayed to the Goddess that Urzax knew something...
Reflections Pt. 1 - First Encounter with Thagrul Hellbinder
The following is written in a fairly neat Darnassian script, bound within a small leather journal. The word ‘Reflections’ has been seared into its cover.
Clarwyn suggested I should write down the efforts we have been taking against Thagrul. Just in case something happens to us, someone else may find these writings and finish what we started. To that end, I have decided it would be best to begin with telling the story of how I first came face-to-face with Thagrul.
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.
It had only been a few minutes ago that the Skyfire had broken the cloudline on Sky Admiral Rogers’ orders and opened fire on the Forsaken Fleet, but already it had seemed like hours. The Forsaken were quicker to mobilize than Melanira, and indeed likely anyone, had thought. Already the skies were littered with dozens of bats and their riders, firing rifles and hurling grenades and small barrels of plague.
Melanira stood on the top deck with other members of the 7th Legion and Gilneas Brigade, defending the cannoneers and putting down any attempts at a Forsaken boarding party. A small barrel of plague hurled overhead, giving off the distinctive wind rush sound that enemies of the Forsaken knew all too well. Mel glanced around until her eyes locked on her newfound quarry as it plummeted towards the deck. She intercepted it with a bounding stride, barely making it in time to hurl the broad side of her shield against the barrel before it impacted, causing it to splinter and ricochet off the side of the airship towards the sea below.
Given no time for a reprieve, Melanira heard a hollow yell behind her. Pivoting sharply, she saw a charging Forsaken Death Knight, runeblade held high. She readied her shield and blocked the attack, shuddering as an unnatural cold pulsed through her. She immediately followed up with a lunging strike, slamming the head of her mace against the Forsaken’s skull. Immediately the undead crumpled to the ground with a noticeable and bleeding divot in his head.
“Dead,” Melanira silently said to herself.
All of a sudden an explosion rocked the entire Skyfire and Melanira was throws off of her feet. Near her, a portion of the deck had been blown outwards. She could feel the intense heat and see the green flames. A gasp escaped her and she rose shakily, well aware of what was happening.
The voice of Commander Crowley rang out, “It’s too late! The munitions are detonating!”
Melanira immediately ran towards one of the Skyfire’s lifeboats and prepared it for launch. She shouted to the Gilnean soldiers near her, “Get in, now! The ship is lost!”
Despite a moment of hesitation, the soldiers followed her order and began to pile in. Once it was full, Melanira tugged on the release crank.
Nothing happened.
She tried again, though still nothing. Peering more closely she noticed that the release mechanism had been damaged. With a snarl she raised her shield and began slamming its tip against the wooden post, hoping to force the lifeboat to release.
“Ma’am, we can make room for you!” A young looking Worgeness shouted.
Melanira nearly lost her footing as the Skyfire began to list heavily and fall from the sky, “There is no time!” With a roar, she slammed her shield into the post a final time, snapping it in twain and allowing the lifeboat to fall away.
To her surprise, Melanira found herself going with it, hollering as she found herself in near free fall, the Skyfire was now above her, capsized and engulfed in flame as it hurdled towards the earth.
With a thunk she found herself landing in the lifeboat she had liberated just moments prior. Glancing around in confusion, she noticed a clawed hand clasping her pauldron tightly. Melanira quickly realized it belonged to the young Worgeness. She must have pulled Melanira in.
“There you go. I got you,” the Gilnean woman said.
Melanira gave an appreciative nod. It was all she could do as her head still swam from the sudden fall. The other soldiers deployed the lifeboat’s wings and with a jerk they entered into a controlled glide.
Melanira sat up and peered over the side. Beneath her she could make out jagged mountains and a forested grove. Her observations were cut short by a sudden interjection.
“Bat rider incoming!” One of the soldiers shouted.
Sure enough, in the distance a Forsaken Bat Rider was fast approaching, explosive in hand. Melanira reached for her shield, only to find it was not there. She must have dropped it when she was pulled off of the Skyfire.
“He’s mine!” Melanira’s savior shouted. The Worgeness snarled and picked up the rifle from her lap. Taking a couple of seconds to aim, she fired. The bat reeled and dove to the left, flying irratically for several seconds. It had been hit.
Its rider clung on for dear life and when the bat drew close enough, he hurled the grenade at the lifeboat. It ricocheted off the side before detonating, blowing one of the wings clear off.
This caused the entire lifeboat to lurch violently. What once was a controlled glide was now a plummet quite reminiscent of the Skyfire’s plunge.
“Brace for impact!” Melanira shouted, white knuckling the side of the boat. As the mountains and trees grew closer and closer, Melanira’s thoughts drifted to her two sons and her husband. She would see them again one day, at Elune’s side.
As the treetops began to scrape loudly against the bottom of the vessel, it was overturned and Melanira found herself hurdling the through air, impacting branches and twigs as she fell. She opened her eyes again briefly only to see the ground rapidly getting closer. Everything went black.
(( So, this is the start of a big story I am hoping to do here on Tumblr in the coming weeks/months. It will follow the adventures of Kel’s mom Melanira on the Broken Isles as she comes into contact with one of my two antagonists for my Legion RP stuff! I haven’t written in a long time so I apologize for the rough quality, but I hope whoever reads this will enjoy it! ))
Melanira gazed idly at the rafters overhead as the subtle buzz of the Skyfire's massive propeller engines hummed just outside of the braced wooden walls. When she had first arrived aboard the Skyfire a couple of days prior, the engine noise was deafening.
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.
With a small yawn, Melanira retreated back inside the airship to rest, silently cursing that most everyone else on Azeroth slept during the night. With any luck, the upcoming battle would be a swift one and she could again focus her efforts on the true threat that loomed before the world: The Burning Legion.
These pictures represent the three hand-carved necklaces that Schen made during Love is in the Air this year. In order: Schen’s own necklace, signifying the unity of the Moon and the Star of his life: Kelthos and Sharth.
Sharth’s necklace: Sharth is Schen’s ‘lover from across the stars’ being that he is a Draenei.
Kelthos’s necklace: Kelthos is the moon to Schen’s night sky. Without him/it, there would be no light in the darkness of night.
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This is my most up-to-date art of Kelthos done by the lovely @cosplayspvpers. It depicts Kelthos in his current Druid/Hunter hybrid state and also has his pets Alabaster (the crab) and Sharth Jr.
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