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Near the Scryer Stronghold of Shattrath there was an enclave for a group of raiders and Jessica a holy paladin of the light was one of the fresh faces to join their ranks. It was different than adventuring on her own and afforded a bevy of benefits she quickly came to appreciate, like preferential treatment for hot water in the bath after a day of adventuring was one of her favorite accommodations. The heated water soaked into her skin and soothed the aching muscles that had been strained from mana flowing through her veins and worked out constantly from that day’s adventures. She glanced to the side as the dripping sound of heated water came to a pause, the self refilling bath-tub ceasing its pour as it finished cycling out the slowly stagnating cold water in place of a fresh heated treatment. The steam of which almost fogged her gaze but through it she saw her Sherri, that juicy bubble butt wiggling from her tail wagging about in the nude perfectly comfortable in their private quarters. 

The busy doggirl was always experimenting with her little shards and crystals, dust gleaned from the magical entities that she had discovered in her adventures. However that evening Sherri had been a little more than enthusiastic about the materials that she had in her apothecary cabinet, from the smoldering wreckage of Straholme, the plate clad otter had returned with trinkets and items looted from the undead carcasses that still roamed the tragic ruins of a once prosperous city. For Jessica, it held little meaning. She was only a pup when the world was coming to an end and she had only begun to dedicate her life to the holy light. So when she marched through the crumbling smoldering houses ever aflame with necromantic magic reraising the undead from a dormant Lich King thousands of miles north, she didn’t recognize the half shredded faces of undead. She merely saw it as her holy duty to quash the attempts of the scourge from leaving the haunted quarantine of Straholme. 

She was also incredibly stoic and the fact that there were treasures to be looted from these corpses made it a financial endeavor. Each evening after her routine she’d bring home such treasures which were hardly comparable against the nether touched boons of Outland yet their magical essence still held value to enchanters. On that evening Jessica had stepped out from the bath to join Sherri at her magical workbench filled with various cloths, globules of glowing magical elements, large brilliant crystals formed from draining the magic from items Jessica had brought. The otter smirked as she stood behind Sherri eager to see the treasures of her labor in solid form to which she could offer up to the Auctioneers the next day. “Hmm..” The otter glanced over Sherri’s shoulder noticing that the pile of golden glimmering shards, a few inches in length and width, was significantly smaller than she was used to. “Sherri?” 

The doggirl was focused, her eyes wide and staring at the magics she was crafting and as Jessica watched in abject horror and curiosity one of those precious shards, larger than most, almost a  full twenty gold in value had been taken into the doggirl’s hand. “Sherri wha-“ In an instant with both ebony furred hands with blue fingerpads proceeded to magically dissipate her profit into a golden powder above a small open flask with a few plucked petals laying at the bottom. “Sherri..!” 

“One sec!” The doggirl chimed excitedly, Jessica stared with a pained expression hoping that whatever experiment Sherri was performing she could reconstitute the shard into its whole form. A wish that melted as Sherri’s hands similarly held the glass container and used her fiery magic to bubble and boil the concoction into a light blue liquid that textured like vinyl into a brilliant sapphire hue. “..It’s perfect.”

“Sherri.” The otter stared sternly as her profits looked to be a melted glass of fruity punch that some of the goat-shamans would offer up at the Inn. “Where did my shards go?” Her voice contained, restrained by her patience and the light’s holy guidance. Sherri’s prideful look at the flask told the otter that this simply wasn’t the first time she’d done this, her eyes glanced over noticing vials that were corked and melded shut with metal. 

“Oh!” Sherri chirped excitedly, “You know those Zandalari guys? So I got this recipe from them that can turn these old shards into oils!” Her eyebrows raised and the doggirl had a fiery excitement to her voice. “More potent than even the stuff in outland, like, I can get a cast off just right with this.” 

Jessica was familiar with Sherri’s ‘oils’, Enchantress Magics, when she used it upon her webbed palms rather than slipping she always felt a deeper connection to the light, as if she could apply more force and strength to her righteous judgments. “Uh huh. So that’s why they need these shards hm? I suppose we can sell them..” She reached out to grasp ahold of one but Sherri made a similar distraught face.

“No!” Sherri yelped and her hands reached out to snatch the vial back into her greedy pawlms. “I need them.” She said defiantly, clinging the metal melded jar to her chest. “..I can cast so much better with it.. Like..” It was hard to describe. “Like.. When I do it just right.. Like every word in my spell spoken at the exact rhythm, like the mana flows just right from my fingertips, like the spell follows my eyeline directly.” Jessica’s ears were folded back, her emerald eyes staring daggers at Sherri and her disregard for her treasure hunting. “…I could show you?”

The skeptical otter had a hard time looking into those bright brown eyes and not yielding to her pouty lip. With a heavy exhale the otter relented and rolled her shoulders, “Fine, but if it’s not as good as you say then you owe me for the cost of the shards.” That was at least fair even though Sherri was going the route of forgiveness rather than permission. Although true to form Sherri leapt into action, it must have been convenient that the otter was topless with only a towel to cover her chest as Sherri’s hands seemed insistent upon her tawny furred otter tits. The otter let out a slight grunt when Sherri’s fingertips touched against those plump breasts with her smaller form having closed the gap, the vial of miraculous liquid that the doggirl praised so was now uncorked and the otter let out a restrained groan of pleasure as it was poured upon her own tits. “Mmh.” The slick sensation of the oils upon her breasts made the otter take in a deep breath, “You know, I’m pretty sure that isn’t how you use that oil..” But she wasn’t complaining.

It felt warm upon her breasts and Sherri saw the glimmering emerald hues flicker with a golden tint, Sherri’s own breasts leaned in and meshed together their nipples touching in unison as Sherri continued to pour the slickened essence upon their combined tits. The oil soaked into their furred flesh and further pressed into each other’s bodies, slowly rubbing and grinding into each other as Sherri moaned out. “Ahhnnh.. Mh..” She swallowed hard as her nipples stiffened to the touch, Sherri’s eyes closing as the magic of the oils soaked into her body and their breasts glistened as the seemingly endless vial continued to pour out the juices that melded between their twin cleavage. 

The otter felt her voice almost caught in her breath as her fingertips trailed along Sherri’s shoulders, letting the doggirl meld their breasts together and massaging the oils into their bodies together. She had to admit that she felt something, like her sense of focus was more aligned, in truth she normally didn’t care much about focus when she was playing the role of ardent defender of her group, she didn’t have time to focus on the minutiae of the perfect spell cast that could double the strength of a light judged hammer of pure energy when she was in the ballet of combat. Yet with Sherri.. just seeing the doggirl in front of her, the otter could feel her lips and the world seemed a moment slower, her heart beating faster and pounding until she understood why Sherri must have loved that oil so. 

Their lips met together in a moment of Passion as the otter held Sherri tightly, her hands smoothing along the small of her back as the doggirl practically floated upon the tips of her pawtoes. The otter with her webbed fingertips wrapped tightly underneath Sherri’s plump bubble butt, smearing that continuously pouring oil that soaked into each of their yearning bodies. Jessica’s cock grew hard as she ground into Sherri’s naked form, the slickness of her thigh providing a pressure against Jessica’s now brimming cocktip. “Hahhh.. Mhh..” Sherri moaned into the kiss as their bodies tangled into each other’s naked form, Sherri standing upon the tips of her toes and using their breasts to massage the oil in against each other’s stiffened peaks while Jessica’s palms meandered along Sherri’s curvaceous hips. Her webbed fingertips soaked in oil that smeared up and down along Sherri’s thighs and against her hips, both of their bodies shining and glistening as they rubbed against each other with Jessica’s pre-cum starting to dribble from her crimson tipped cock that pulsed with desperate longing. 

In the midst of their kiss Jessica gave a slight nudge with her body and the doggirl landed upon her back on the bed they shared their evenings with. The huffing gasps of air as both femme gazed into each other’s longing eyes. Jssica’s body slickened with the oils that soaked into their furred bodies, “I think I might be coming around to this stuff..” The otter crooned happily as she leaned over Sherri’s from, a single palm slowly rolling along Sherri’s thigh and lifting her calf until it rest upon her shoulder. Her hips slowly pushed against Sherri’s plump petals and the oils that soaked into her body and the tip of her length would glide along that full pussy mound. “Hhhahh..” The otter groaned, the oils soaking into her length was a much different experience than she was expecting. 

There was a buzzing along Jessica’s ears as she felt her furs stand on end as she slid her length inside and at that very moment it was like hearing an orchestra break through her popping ears for the first time and her eyes lit up as her cockmeat was simultaneously soaked in pussy juices and the oils that made her veins bulge and throb along the thickness of her shaft. Her fingertips clutching tightly into Sherri’s leg as she lunged her hips forwards out of sheer bliss until her cock hilted against Sherri’s pussy mound and the otter let out a strained groan as her thick rudder tail thumped against the bedsheets as her back arched her breasts displayed outwards and her cockmeat rubbing against the tip of Sherri’s cervix with her own cockmeat that leaked out the thick nectar of her prespunk along Sherri’s soppy wet snatch. 

Her hips rolled deep inside Sherri’s body, each clap of their forms connecting resounding at the depths of Sherri’s insides and sending chills through her form that made her clutch into the sheets. “Hahh.. Mhnnh..” The girth of Jessica’s cock strained the inner walls of Sherri’s tight muscles but the slickness of the oil made the endeavor much more pleasant and Sherri quickly withstood the intense pressure of Jessica’s thrusts that compounded the depths of her body. Her heart pounding and her lengths expanding with every sharp breath that made her clutch the sheets while her eyes focused upon Jessica’s gaze and the droplets of sweat that slid atop her lubricated form rolling down her perky tits as she was jostled back and forth. “Mhhh.. See.. You.. You can focus.. Right?” 

She was right, granted whenever she was inside Sherri the world always seemed to melt away leaving her with only the perfect focus of Sherri’s body in front of her but now it seemed even more pristine and clear, like their moments were enhanced and she could roll her hips guiding the pleasures of their bodies together. Jessica always made sure to weave the use of light magics into their copulations as she knew Sherri did the same with her heated magics, warming the depths of her pussy and her walls contracting around her cockmeat while Jessica’s judgements caused Sherri’s womb to glow as she cast the fertility seals upon Sherri’s womb. 

Every time Jessica’s cocktip met against Sherri’s cervix the otter would release a surge of mana through her form and a blessing would be cast upon her beloved pupper’s figure. The runes of her paladin magics repeatedly shown upon Sherri’s abdomen and Sherri was eager to return the favor, her inner walls contracting and heating up against Jessica’s cock by igniting the fire magics in her form and containing them to her depths, it was a pleasure the otter was addicted to. Yet Sherri’s body had one weakness when it came to her flame magics, and that was her own ecstasy, Jessica’s cock incessantly pounding at her depths and the way she massaged against Sherri’s clit with her own mound brought the doggirl to her peak in a sharp moment that sent her into a tizzy of ecstasy. “Fhauhh.. Haahyhhnnhh!” The spark of bliss that surged through her frame causing her to yank at the sheets and toss her body upwards, her pawtoes splaying as she quivered against Jessica’s frame and her mouth gaping open with her tongue dangling lewdly to the side while her eyes rolled into the back of her head, but it was the heat inside her that she couldn’t control, it warmed and her muscles spasmed and contracted, squeezing upon Jessica’s cock as she convulsed desperately in writhing bliss.

The continuous pumping of her hips, the way Sherri’s body glistened, her breasts jiggling, her body continuously massaging her cockmeat and sending ripples of pleasure through her shaft by warming her length with those quivering cuntmuscles. “Sherri.. I.. Igotta..” the otter groaned as she felt her body start to lurch forwards, her hand squeezing upon Sherri’s thigh as her other hand braced herself upon the top of Sherri’s hand, her fingers worming the clutched sheets out from her doggirl’s grip until they met together, hands clasped as the otter continued to buck her hips while Sherri herself writhed in orgasmic pleasure. “I’m gonna.. I’m gonna.. I.. Sherri!” The otter cried out sounding the moment of ecstasy. 

“Wait don’t-“ But it was too late the otter jut her hips forwards as hard as she could with the fatness of her dick swallowed up by Sherri’s convulsing cunt, the doggirl unable to control her own pleasures yet expected the otter to do so! Such a selfish bitch! Jessica wore a look of unrestrained pleasure as her jaw gaped open and let loose the warmth of her own light infused spunk that dressed along Sherri’s insides with the thick ropes of unfiltered cum her body produced. Her light blessed body was similar to the heat Sherri could manipulate in her own form, her sperm naturally wore the blessing of the light and was easily soaked into Sherri’s depths, her womb drinking in the hot spunk of holy cum. “Cum.. in me..” Sherri muttered but the otter’s cock was still throbbing as she held upon Sherri’s form continuously releasing hot holy jizz with every clenching of her asscheeks. 

Jessica tried to look like she wasn’t explicitly proud herself for making Sherri’s belly swell with paladin pumped glugs of spunk but her self satisfied smile belied any apology she could offer. “Hahhh.. Mhh,” The otter flopped her still semi-hard cock against Sherri’s pussy mound the length still hard and glistening with the mix of juices and oils. “Sorry but uh, I think I’m out.” She smirked as Sherri glared a defiant look. 

“We’ll just see about that.” Sherri’s fingertips lifted and the otter suddenly felt something invisible wrapping around the length of her cock when in fact the arcane energies simply strung around her shaft like a puppet. “I need a complete sample.” Her voice was almost apologetic as she twitched her fingers back and forth and suddenly the otter let out a strained groan as her cock throbbed, the insides of her shaft massaged by the arcane energies that permeated around her shaft. It was a sensation she had never experienced before, it wasn’t like anything was inside her dick but rather like a squishy force was massaging her cock and the spongy muscles inside her shaft that surrounded her urethra. The otter made a wide mouth crossed eyed gasp as her body suddenly convulsed and her balls contracted from being milked like a slutty cow for her potent spunk. When the thick jizz splurted out from the tip of her length Sherri wore a smirk as her abdomen was decorated with hot streaks of cum. 

“Ghhh… Hauhhhn..!” The otter gasped out as her voice practically cracked from a strained groan her fat cock milked of rope after rope of cum that splattered upon Sherri’s form until the doggirl seemed appeased with the harvest of spunk and let the otter fall upon her side with the bed catching the gasping otter’s form. “Sherri..” The otter groaned as she clutched the sheets with her hair fallen over her face. “You could have just.. just.. waited a few minutes?!” 

The essence of pure paladin jizz would surely have it’s own miraculous uses, and Sherri was eager to find out. Her hand reached over to one of the wide mouthed vials and placed it against her body as she let the spunk drain from her blue twat and from her abdomen into the sticky puddle that drained into the bottom of the flask. “By the way Jess,” Sherri glanced back over her shoulder as she stood over her enchanting table her tail wagging about behind her. “I’m going to need you to farm up some more shards tomorrow, okay?”