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In the deepest retreat in Stormwind there happened to be the most calming paradise that was immune to the bluster and busy commotion of the largest city for the Alliance. Even with the establishment of a new base in Outland didn’t seem to dampen the increasing swell of adventurers that had recently come of age in the nearby villages and farmlands across the continent. The Auction House was just as busy, buzzing with prices and requests, the city of Stormwind was as flooded with the constant hum of voices and commerce as Shattrath if not more so. Lyra often felt the need to recuse herself from society after a venture into the depths of enemy territory and today was no exception. 

The feline paladin was happily seated upon one of the stones that lined the glittering Moonwell underneath the full moon that evening. Her eyes gazing upon the orb in the sky as it soothed her soul and she decompressed from the acts of holy righteousness that had been deemed necessary that day. Each enemy slain by the sweep of her blade seemed to make her muscles ache with each passing day, a sore pain that she shunned from her mind in favor of her duty as a paladin. In truth she would have much preferred to retire off of her current wealth, she had more than enough to make a life for herself near the outskirts of a major city without much strain upon her finances. What kept her returning to the front lines with her shield in tow was that she felt without her those she cared so much for would be harmed and she preferred to put herself in between such a horrid nightmare of a scenario. 

Maybe that’s why she felt destined to wield the shield and sword, for when challenges stood before her loved ones she stood between them. The Bulwark of Azzinoth with its spiked face rest upon the grass, the caked bloodstains of those who’d been smashed against it dried upon the sharpened blades. Lyra made a brief mental note to have the armorer clean the stains when they went about restoring her armor the next day. For now it simply felt refreshing to have the pauldrons of armor and weaponry scattered upon the grass without a care in the world. 

It wasn’t until she went to peel off her undertop, a standard issue military tanktop for females in Paladin service, that she felt a twinge of soreness that was deeper than a bruise. Her feline eyes glanced in the direction of pain and noticed that it had been a slash, one that had cut against the plate pauldrons and left a wound untended to during her battle that evening.

“You can be so careless,” A soft and gentle voice caught Lyra’s attention. Her ears twitching and perking to the top as her eyes rounded in the direction to see an angel’s bare paws stepping softly and deftly upon the blades of cushiony soft grass. Such an amenity was the gift of druids who often chose to forego shoes when enjoying the closeness of the Moonwell, their bare toes eager for the plush sensation of foliage that matched the gentle texture in the Emerald Dream. “I can’t believe I missed that one too.. You should have told me.” The heavenly voice belonged to long slender ivory furred legs matched the glimmer of the midnight moon, as such Lyra believed that Jackie’s surname simply fit perfectly. Jackie Moon. 

It would have been a lie to say that she had never snuck a peek at the wuffgirl that often tended to members of their team. Her luscious breasts all tightly tucked in the form fitting leather garments the druids wore, but never before had she seen her in the full nudity, especially under the heavenly moonlight that made Lyra feel like she witnessed the approach of an angel. Lyra’s cheeks flushed brightly as Jackie continued her approach, nothing the matter at all with her naked body in full frontal view before Lyra’s gaze.

Jackie was fully nude, her soft furred body practically drinking in the moonlight and Lyra’s gaze that she didn’t seem to mind one bit. Lyra wondered, did Jackie know she was naked, did she know that Lyra could see her? Surely the wolfgirl was aware of her own debauchery, but maybe.. and suddenly Lyra felt a bullet drop of sweat form upon the side of her brow, that maybe this was simply what Jackie did in her spare time after a raid was over. The normally shy and reserved feline felt a warmth blossom in her nethers at the thought of Jackie elegantly perched upon the Moonwell, her arms back, breasts pressed outwards, legs extended and her noble lupine muzzle tipped skywards howling to her Goddess Elune. Lyra’s wandering mind was quickly brough back to Azeroth as the wolfgirl sauntered along the grass, toes dipping elegantly as if the foliage itself acknowledged her existence and spread before her paws like a princess amongst her subjects.

Jackie continued to walk closer and suddenly with a patient smile upon her lips, “Sorry, I didn’t even notice it myself.” She offered a gentle smile as the wuff carefully knelt before her Lyra’s heart beating ever faster with her pawtoes digging into the grass as she sat upon the edge of the Moonwell. “I.. Uh, do you.. want some privacy?” Lyra almost choked on the oxygen of her own words, “I know this is supposed to be the safe haven for druids, I can go back to the temple for the evening.”

Jackie’s hands were demanding even if they were soft to the touch, her fingertips taking hold of Lyra’s wrist as she examined the feline’s pawlms with scrutiny. “Hmph.” Jackie frowned, “I’m going to have to assign myself to be your healer personally I suppose.. All these little scratches simply won’t do.” 

Lyra’s cheeks blushed brighter than the molten earth underneath a Flamestrike, “Uh..uhmsure.. I guess?” Her voice stammered as her heart skipped a precious beat and her tail gave a telling twitch that followed her face. “If you want to, I mean, you don’t have to..” Her blushing cheeks turned to the side away from Jackie’s eyeline that was focused on her injuries, maybe Lyra was simply making too much about nothing. Maybe Jackie was simply focused on her role as a healer and didn’t think anything about what it meant to be Lyra’s personal healer. The taverns often boasted tanks and their pride of having a druid healer at their ready, and even if – 

Jackie’s tongue was on her neck.

Lyra’s blue eyes widened, Jackie’s tongue trailed along her neck making her body tingle with excitement, the sudden jolt of pain that she felt from having her wound touched immediately melted into pleasure. A pleasant bright forest green aura swirled along Lyra’s body, her fingertips clenching into the grass underneath, Jackie’s lips continued to kiss, licking along the softness of a wound that had been fully healed and now was simply paid attention to with her twirling tongue. “Missed a spot..” Jackie crooned sweetly as if such an action was hardly lurid and the act of sensuality but simply a woman who took pride in her craft as a healer, her lips continued to kiss. Each one spot that her lips touched upon sprouted an ethereal flower that curled upwards with the petals forming a bell that tugged down the stem.

The paladin had never truly appreciated the beauty of a druid’s heals before, and now she was bathed in it directly, her neck.. her breasts, Jackie seemed to be more attentive than simply tending to the paladin’s injuries. Lyra felt her pawtoes curl, her heart skipping a beat wondering.. and praying to the Light, oh dear Naaru on Outland, the Holy Light that she called for so many blessings, if Jackie’s lips would only trail downwards Lyra would happily ascend to the heavens without a single regret. Yet whether it was the decision of the Light, or if it was Jackie’s will, Lyra cared little, the touch of Jackie’s lips kissing along her sweat dripped cleavage leaving the flowers sprouting upon her body as if they bloomed simply from the pleasure she felt. “Are.. Are you..” Lyra whispered with a hint of pleading eagerness.

“Healing you.” Jackie cooed as her lips kissed around Lyra’s tank top covered tits, tracing lower until Lyra’s nipples stiffed from the kiss that covered her clothes, and the wet tongue that licked against the fabric with a soft flick at the end. “Healing you here..” Her lips then closed around Lyra’s nipple, sucking it tightly at the end until the stiff tip formed and outline in her sweat dripped top. “And here..” She moved lower, Lyra realized that she was only wearing her tanktop, panties, and the armored plate metal that covered her thighs, but Jackie’s lips were kissing trailing ever closer as her hands pulled upon Lyra’s body, kissing deeply into her lower abdomen, even giving little tickle kisses around her naval as her eyes glanced up. “Oh..” Jackie sported a bratty smile, Lyra’s mouth agape wondering when the game would end and if she’d be chastised for taking advantage of such a sweet healer by letting her tend to injuries that didn’t exist below the belt. “Here..” Jackie’s voice said with mocking concern, “Yes here.. Tsk, tsk tsk, definitely need lots of attention here..” 

Lyra stared in shock.

She wouldn’t.

She couldn’t.

She mustn’t!

She did.

Lips kissed passionately against the cotton panties upon her soft pussy, the pressure against her mons sending a helpless mewl from Lyra’s lips as her pawtoes scrunched into the grass and her eyes watered with heated arousal. Her hand instantly shot up, covering her mouth and trying to hush her own moans as her body slid from her seat upon the Moonwell while Jackie pulled upon those luscious thighs hidden under plate. The same reaction of flowers bloomed from Lyra’s pubic mound, and Jackie’s mouth opened revealing deviously sharp teeth that grazed along her panties. Little pressure was needed to rip the cotton underneath her fangs to reveal the sweet Lyra Pally-Peach that had been unwrapped. 

Her wolfish tongue unfurled and as the tongue lapped between Lyra’s folds the feline realized this wasn’t a delusion from drinking some Outland alcohol, her proper demeanor as a Paladin of the light had meant she so often neglected her more personal needs and desires. Yet she was still a woman, and she still felt the need for intimacy, Jackie’s breathy mouth teasing along her mound with a tongue that left a glazing streak between her inner folds sent a shiver through Lyra’s body. Moreso than ever did the flowers blossom, not just upon her mound, but the intensity of her tongue seemed to cause them to bloom all along her body, and where they sprouted too did pleasure tingle at the nerve endings inside Lyra’s body. Her fingertips clenched into the grass as she breathed deeper, each tasteful gulp of oxygen flavored with the scent of flowers that surrounded her body in swirling wisps.

It almost felt selfish to not fully indulge in Jackie’s tongue, but her hand lifted carefully underneath her top and with her fingertips her breast was squeezed. Her other hand holding upon the ground as she watched Jackie eagerly kissing and tasting her cuntmound with casual delight. The wolfgirl’s legs lifted and dipping back and forth so casually like she was writing a letter to a dear friend, all the while her tongue dipped into her velvety cuntfolds, teasing the depths of her body with druidic magics that coursed through Lyra’s veins. Even her own selfish pleasure to toy with her tit was enamored by Jackie’s magics, flowers seemed to grow, blossom, and melt into the ever thickening mist that surrounded Lyra’s body as her deepening breaths grew. “Hhahh.. Jackie..” Lyra whispered, her eyes watering with pleasure and adoration, they were teammates, comrades, yet Lyra had always watched from afar as Jackie tended to others so graciously, Sherri and her abundant eagerness to steal Innervates, made Lyra want to simply shush the magegirl with insistence that such magics be saved for Jackie alone.. But maybe it was that doting love that Jackie offered upon Sherri that made the paladin woman envious.. and maybe she realized why Sherri was so eager for such affections. Lyra could no longer blame her after all if this was the realization of Jackie’s affection.

Lyra’s hand gripped, squeezing upon her breast, dragging and pushing it into itself over and over again as her jaw gaped open. Her body rising, her ears perking, she didn’t even realize that her orgasm had begun to peek over the horizon. The wet drips of her paladin pussy eagerly coaxed of juices from the wriggling tongue that tickled along her body was now a more constant spill. Lyra’s body rose and fell with her gasping breaths of air, her heart beating, pounding as she moaned with each mewling gasp simply invigorating Jackie and her healer’s determination. “Sherri loves it when I do this..” Jackie crooned, and Lyra’s eyes widened as she glanced down for the briefest moment. A flicker of electricity danced along Jackie’s tongue and when it was placed flat and broad against Lyra’s pussy the cat let out a sharpened yowl. Her eyes crossing and rolling into the back of her head as that flat-pressed tongue dragged upwards and pushed against the whole of Lyra’s exposed clit.

Innervate. The coveted spell from healers and casters, specifically greedy little Arcane Doggirl Mages that showed little restraint in the heat of battle, was a far off dream for Paladins that wielded the Protection Discipline, yet here it was. Her eyes alight and her body overflowing as the flowers raced and bloomed to culmination even faster, Lyra’s heart pounding as the rush of overflowing ecstasy surged through her body in healing and mana that restored her body and soul at once. Everything was pure under the full moon’s glow and Lyra’s entire body gave a shiver that made her glazed over eyes peek beyond the real into the Light of Ecstasy that was said to be the realm that the Naaru’s minds-eye gazed upon. 

Pawtoes scrunched and heart stopped for the briefest of moments as Lyra’s sputtering pussy dampened along Jackie’s face and muzzle, her breast squished almost painfully so underneath her feline clawtips that pinched at her skin. Her entire body glowing with the adoration that only a truly devoted and loving Restoration Druid could provide. Lyra felt the warmth of holy and nature entwined in that moment, as her quivering orgasm overwhelmed her so, the glimmering efflorescent green of nature magic culminating and rushing with it all the flowers of Jackie’s personal druidic form, gushing into Lyra’s body for a final rush that almost felt like Lyra was falling at the speed of gravity through infinite clouds… the light brightened through her eyes as her voice choked in orgasm.. then darkness.

The moon caught Lyra’s eyes once again as they finally opened, the feline woman breathing deeper with each passing second as she gazed fixated upon it, wondering if the moments before were simply a dream that had caught her by surprise. And then another moon surfaced, Jackie Moon, her eyes bright and lips wet with the evidence of their copulation, “I...” Lyra stammered, “I .. never knew that druids could heal like that..” She blushed shyly as if the true details of Jackie’s motions were simply too vulgar to say out loud. 

Seductive eyes gazed upon Lyra that made her heart flutter, Jackie lay atop of her, straddling their similar sized bodies together and letting their breasts touch. Her light blue fingertips touched upon Lyra’s cheek, caressing her softly and letting their hearts beat as one, “Well from now on I’ll be your personal,” She winked and licked top of her lips, “Pocket healer.”