End of the war

King Harold’s victory was absolute. He claimed all of the former king Stan’s possessions. His land, his castles and his wealth. Stan himself, along with his brother were put in house arrest under the vigilant and watchful eye of knight Sawyer. The clean up took a few days to complete, getting rid of corpses and the damage dealt during the war. It was regarded a relatively quick war, only lasting a few months. Stan overreached and underestimated the efficiency of king Harold and his forces. Although many of the victories were rewarded to the mercenary groups her had hired, but it was agreed that it was money well spent. Celebrations followed after it was deemed to do so. Harold now possessed the most land out of all the human rulers. He was seen as a kingdom not to be crossed, the only ones that had the resources now was the kingdom of elves, but they pains no mind in folly of human rule.

I tried to gain information on this Caine. Not much was know about him, apart that he seemed to be an advisor to Stan. It was made apparent that he had fled the kingdom, no one knew where he had gone. He was someone I needed to be alert to, in case he showed again. He may not have shown it at the time, but he was dangerous.

With our contribution to the war, king Harold rewarded us handsomely. We were given some wealth to aid us for any expense we needed to make. Harold even offered to knight me, probably profiting off the reputation it would bring to have a wolvir knight in his service. I refused, which he understood and held no grudge against. The best thing he gave us was some property in Highgate. With some help we turned it into a tavern that I named the Black Sheep. I liked the irony in the name. I didn’t really want to be worried about properly managing a business, so I hired an administrator to make sure the tavern performed well. My share of profits would be given to me every month. Also, the nicest room in the tavern was reserved for only me and Elle.

We spent some time in Highgate, performing contracts to rise in ranks. We kept in contact with Rhiannon by letters to know of her progress of being a sorcerer. She was doing well in her health and studies, but still had a long way to go to be classed as a sorcerer from her apprenticeship. There was one particular morning that changed things for me. It started like any other day, the standard morning.

It was daybreak, I had Elle on her back, her knees raised in the air as I fucked her. She was insatiable. Every morning we fucked, she craved my wolvir cock to the point of addiction. I watched as my length disappeared into her wet pussy, again and again. I loved the way my red dick contrasted to her pink flesh and thick red bush. How my imposing girth stretched her lips apart, her cunt greedily sucking me in and filling her completely. I stared at her chest, her large tits bouncing in time from my rough thrusts, I loved the way they moved. I looked further up. Her face was in a euphoric state, her eyes half closed, mystified with sexual satisfaction. Her mouth, half open and panting in lustful content.

“Fuck, it’s so deep. I love your cock.” She moaned. “Fuck me harder please, Fen. I want it harder.”

I started to pound her pussy hard, my knot banging at her vaginal opening, wanting to gain entry. She was screaming in pleasure at the **** on her wet snatch.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” She slurred out.

I feel her cunt clench around my shaft, her vagina walls tightly squeezing to milk out my cum. I was close, but for today I wanted to paint her face with my semen. Mark the bitch as my territory, she looked so good wearing my cum on her face. As she finished her orgasm, I pulled out of her and dragged her off the bed onto her knees. I jacked my dick with vigour, Elle already assuming the position. I focused my gaze onto her slutty face, her mouth wide open and tongue sticking out. Her eyes half closed and cupping her large tits up, ready to receive my load onto her willing and eager body. Like the good bitch she is.

I felt my dick twitch in my hand, my balls tensed as I aimed my tip at her face. I spurted thick ropes of wolvir cum onto her, splashing and sticking on her cheeks, some dripping down onto her tits. Some of my load was caught by her tongue as she moshed and gratefully swallowed the sweet treat. She scooped up some more off her face and tits and sucked it from her fingers. I pulled her head close to my cock, squeezing it to expel the remnants of my spunk into her submissive mouth. I rubbed the tip on her plump lips, smearing my cum on them. Giving her wolvir semen lipstick.

“Mhm, I love the taste of your cum.” She licked some more off her lips.

Slutty bitch.

I was met by the manager of my tavern; Jacob.

“Hey boss, there’s a letter here for.” He handed me an envelope, I studied the writing on the front. My name along with the location of my tavern was written upon it.

“What have you got there, Fen?” Elle peeked over my shoulder as I held the letter.

“Someone has sent me this.”

“What are you waiting for, open it.”

I tore the envelope open to pull out the parchment_ _inside.

To my son, Fenrin.

Word of your deeds and accomplishments have reached me here at our home in Luna Peak. I never doubted that you would be a great warrior. The year is almost up, write to me when you plan to return home. We have much to discuss.

Your father, Farex.

“My father. It’s from him.”

“Your father wrote to you?.” I handed the letter to Elle for her to read.

“It sounds like he wants you to come back home.”

“But I haven’t achieved what I set out. I’m only silver status as an adventurer. Going back would see me as a failure.”

“But you’ve fought in a war for so many months. You’re one of the main reasons that king Harold won. If not for you, he might still be fighting.”

My father wanted my return. It would be a long journey back home. I’m not even sure if Elle would agree to travel with me.

“Elle thanks for the praise. But it looks like I need to go home. I was wondering if…”

“Of course I’ll come with you, Fen. I’m your dutiful bitch.” She flashes me a dazzling smile. “Can we prepare in the next few days though. There’s something happening tomorrow.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“My birthday.”