Aconite

I drew my great-axe from the skull of Caine, his lifeless body fell lion into the ground, the blood spewed from the open wound of his head, coating my black fur with his disgusting blood.

I looked at the witch, Aconite. She was grinning and dropped her blade, showing she was not a threat.

I looked her over, she was a pretty human, wearing a black dress that barely contained her curvy assets, the hen cut short near the top of her thick thighs. Her big tits almost spilled out of the neckline of her attire as she bowed at me, and I could see the red painted five pointed star adorning her chest. Her hips looked wide, perfect for bearing offspring, and I wanted to see her bent over, to see how big her ass was. Her black hair was wild and untamed, she wore no footwear, choosing to be bare foot.

“King Fen, if I remember correctly. My name is Aconite.” Her voice was sweet, but could also be mistaken to be lined with venom. As if her words were pleasing to hear, but could poison the thoughts of who listened to her, she seemed very charming and persuasive.

She lifted her head to look at me, and I swear I could see the glint of lust within them. I felt aroused, from the adrenaline and the bloodshed, and the killing of my foe. My shaft pressed tightly against my greaves, aching for release.

“Why did you do that to your mentor?” I asked her, keeping an intimidating pose.

“I value **** and killing, my king. And he did not have the means to impose it. But watching you on the battlefield, I could tell you are a bringer of ****, a **** of pure strength. I wish to offer myself to you.” She said to me.

“Offer yourself how?” I asked her, my dick twitched in my armour.

“Why, I offer myself to become your bitch, my king. You can fuck me, and breed me to your hearts content.” She told me with a salacious grin. “I wish to be a vessel of ****, and your warrior seed will help me achieve it. I can not think of anything better, than to carry your warrior pup.”

“What if someone better comes along, will you stab me in the back too?”

“Oh I doubt it, my king. I have communed with the spirits, and they tell me the true face of ****, is a strong wolvir, with fur as black as night, and eyes as blue as ice.” She said.

She struts to me, swaying her shapely hips, looking me up and licks her lips like I’m a tasty dish. When she reaches me, her hands trail up my body, her fingers in my fur as she feels my hard muscles. She gasps a little moan, and a familiar scent reaches my nose…a bitch in heat.

“Let me prove to you that I want to be your loyal bitch.” She whispers to me.

She goes down to her knees, and she works at the fastenings of my armour. I make no attempt to stop her, as I feel the heat of battle leave me to be replaced with something else. Once my greaves are undone and fall open, my erect cock springs free. Her eyes widen with arousing curiosity and wonder.

“Might I say, my king. Your cock is huge. I wasn’t expecting this size, but I’m up for the challenge.” She says seductively, her eyes looking up at me with submission.

Her hot breath washed over my throbbing shaft as she leaned in, her full lips parting eagerly. A shudder ran through me as her tongue flicked out, tracing a throbbing vein along my length with agonising slowness.

“Such a powerful cock for a powerful king.” She purred, wrapping one delicate hand around my base, just above my swollen knot, while the other hand cupped my heavy and furry sack, kneading gently.

Before I could growl a command, she took me into her mouth, her plush lips stretching obscenely around my girth.

Her tongue swirled around the slanted crown of my cock, the salty pre-cum already beading at the tip. She moaned in satisfaction as she scooped up my pre-cum with her tongue. A low growl rumbled in my chest as she took me deeper, her throat fluttering in a practiced rhythm. The heat of her mouth was maddening, her lips sealing tight as she pulled back with a filthy, wet sound before plunging down again.

Her hand came off my length, and her fingers dug into my thighs, nails pricking my fur as she worked her mouth over my shaft with hungry desperation. She kept gently massaging my balls, coaxing my seed to ready itself for release. I could see her hips shifting restlessly in the dirt, her own need obvious in the way her thighs squeezed together.

Her fingers tightened in my fur as she took me deeper, her throat convulsing around my phallus as she fought her gag reflex. Aconite’s dark eyelashes fluttered, tears beading at the corners from the strain, but she didn’t pull away…only moaned around me, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure up my body as I threw my head back.

I tangled my claws in her wild hair, guiding her pace, forcing her to take more of me. She whimpered but obeyed, her nails digging into my thighs as saliva dripped down her chin. The scent of her arousal thickened the air, sweet and musky, the heat between her thighs no doubt soaking through her underwear.

My grip tightened in her hair as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard enough to make my vision blur. A shuddering growl tore from my throat when her throat clenched around me, her wet, tight mouth swallowing me to the hilt.

She moaned around my cock, the vibration rippling through me as her fingers clawed at my thighs. The scent of her need was thick now, her hips grinding against nothing, **** for friction.

I yanked her head back by her hair, my cock slipping free with a lewd pop, glistening with her spit. Her lips were swollen, pupils blown black with lust as she panted up at me.

“Mark me, my king. Paint my face with your seed. Let everyone know that you have claimed me as your bitch.” She begged.

I stroked my cock with vigorous movements, feeling my balls tense as Aconite offered her face as a target for my wolvir sperm. I groaned out loud as I felt my climax, and with her mouth opened wide to revive me, I spurted out my cum to cover her pretty face. My hot jism splashed onto her features and she caught my seed in her mouth, tasting me for the first time. Aconite moaned as she swallowed cum, and spread the remainder that was coating her face into her skin like a balm. She appeared to take pride in taking my load onto her, and I felt a sense of dominance at having a new bitch added to my harem.