Eve of victory

I woke with the biggest grin. I fucked Elle in the ass. I turned in bed to see her voluptuous naked form facing away from me. Her hourglass curves looked too enticing not to do anything, my cock hardened out of my sheath.

I could hear Elle gently sleeping. I reached out and caressed her wide hips, stroking down her thick thighs, then coming back up to fondle a fat ass cheek. Elle stirred awake, moaning from my touch. She turned to me, her large tits jiggling from her movements. Her eyes looked drowsy but also glazed with desire. She met my lips with her own and kissed deeply. Her hand came up to caress my muzzle as she passionately curled her tongue into my mouth. I slid a hand down her navel, through her thick bush to rub her pussy. She sighed an erotic moan into my mouth. I massaged her labia lips, moving onto her clit, circling my fingers on it. Elle gripped my slick cock and stroked it firmly. I lowered my fingers further south, inserting my digits inside her opening to finger her. She gasped out in quick breathes as her cunt became wetter from my fingers. Her moist vagina walls gripping my fingers as I pushed back and forth inside her.

We were interrupted with our tent flap being opened, a knight walking in and calling out.

“Wolvir, your presence is needed!” The knight saw our situation but made no attempt to avert his gaze, he gawked too much on my bitch. Elle squealed in surprise at the unwanted guest. She tried to quickly shield her curvy figure from the knights eyes, a look of disgust on her face. She picked up a blanket to wrap around her body, facing away from the lecherous stare of the knight. I covered my lower body with a discarded shirt.

“What is it?” I growled, my temper starting to flare up.

“The king has arrived and requests your presence, post haste.” The knight replied.

“Give me a moment to get ready.”

The knight gave a small bow and made to exit the tent, he tried his best to get one last look at Elle’s sexy body.

“Disgusting. I can’t believe he saw me like that.” She complained. “Did you see him staring at me? I only want you to see me naked. No man is entitled to see me like this.”

“I don’t blame him.” I grinned. “Any man should count themselves lucky that they even caught a glimpse of your naked body. I know I do.”

“Only wolvir remember.” She smiled at me, still holding onto the blanket. “Human men disgust me, I only want your gaze on me, and your cock in me.”

Elle sat herself at the vanity table and applied her makeup. I dressed in my armour, ready to present myself as a mercenary to the king. Elle stood and threw the blanket off her, her curvy figure dazzled me. I became frustrated at being disturbed by the knight, I really wanted to fuck Elle, but I had no time.

“Shame we can’t continue.” Elle teased, stroking her fat ass. “Who knows, maybe I would have let you stick it in her again.” She pulled a cheek apart, showing me her tight asshole.

I will fuck that ass again.

I left the tent, my erection straining in my pants. On my travels to the war council tent, I came across Rend the dwarf. He greeted me warmly with a drink in hand. I remembered during the battles I had fought in, seeing that Rend was an experienced fighter. His two weapons in hand as he fought on the battlefield was impressive to say the least. I left him to his drinking.

Upon my arrival at the tent, Robbis was at the entrance.

“Fen, my friend. The king is awaiting for you inside.”

“Thank you, Robbis.” I entered, pulling the flap open.

A figure clad in ornate armour stood by the table. He had shoulder length and wavy brown hair, a short and well trimmed beard. He had a sticky build for a human. A golden crown sat upon his head, this must be king Harold.

Dusker and Sawyer were here too, Dusker addressed me.

“Ah, Fen. Glad you’re here. May I introduce you to king Harold.” The king looked up toward me.

“I see, so you’re the wolvir that’s been turning the tide for me. You have my thanks, and gratitude. Fen, was it?”

“Yes your highness. And it’s been my pleasure to fight in your war.”

“I’ve heard that your kind have a fascination in warfare. You like to fight don’t you?”

“Our culture is steeped in war, wolvir have had to fight for everything they have. And we continue to do so.” I told him.

“I understand that. I too, have had to fight for everything I have. If I had an army of you, I would be unstoppable.”

“He’s also the one who took the marshal hostage.” Informed Sawyer.

“Yes. You told me this. Again, you have my thanks, Fen. You’ve given me a valuable prize to use against king Stan. With his brother as my hostage, I may be able to negotiate his surrender.”

Word had been sent to king Stan of his brother being a hostage of King Harold. It was agreed that we would meet on neutral ground for the demands to be met. King Harold wanted me to be there to accompany him along with Dusker, Sawyer and a small company of knights. Harold wanted to make a show and parade the culprit of his brother’s capture. Stan may be more complying if he saw the wolvir that helped Harold gain his valuable hostage. Either that, or Stan might find me the intimidating **** as most humans did.

The meeting was a few miles from Stan’s castle. A large Saranian army at our backs just half a mile away. The frightened marshal in fetters made to march in front of us to meet his brother. We waited for the arrival of Stan.

A few minutes passed and a carriage appeared, Stan as its passenger. Knights of Brimeo guarded it, making sure that no one came within the vicinity. The king exited the carriage. He looked to be a feeble man, despite his age. He walked with a limp and slightly hunched over. He spoke in a choked yell.

“Release my brother at once.”

“Not as of yet!” Shouted out Harold. “Surrender, and cease your unjust war on my kingdom. Then I will release your brother unharmed.”

“I can’t do that. I need to win this war.”

Another figure left the carriage. They wore a heavy black with the hood up, hiding their face. They walked menacingly slow to Stan’s side. He stood a foot taller than the king.

“And who is this mysterious man?” King Harold addressed the stranger.

“There’s no need to introduce myself your highness.” He spoke in a gruff voice, it sounded almost ethereal. “But seeing as I am a courteous man. I will indulge you. My name is Caine.”

He lowered his hood. He had pale skin that was white as snow. He was completely bold on his head and face, no eyebrows either. The only distinguishing feature he possessed was a black marking that looked like a cross in the middle of his forehead.

“And I know a lot about you.” He spoke.

“Well I am the king-.” Harold started to speak.

“Not you.” Caine interrupted. He pointed at me. “Yes. You. Fenrin of pack Farex. You have something I want.”

This was getting strange. Who was this man, and how did he know who I was?

“And what’s that.” I said to him.

He grinned a thin lipped smile. “An item that you would mistake for a diamond on first looking upon it.”

He spoke of the hoard stone. Was this man a necromancies, and how did he know I had the stone. Luckily it was safe in our tent.

“What’s he talking about Fen.” King Harold asked me.

“Elle and I, Robbis knows of this too. We killed some bandits a while back. An orc as well. They had this stone that looked like a diamond. Only it wasn’t a diamond. It’s something that a necromancer could make use of.” I explained.

“Yes. And I wish to have it. After all, I paid those bandits to retrieve it for me.”

“Don’t have it. Sold it back in Barkseal.”

“Lies. My contacts tell me that no stone matching the description of what I seek has been sold. You still have it. If not today, I will have it someday soon. Do what you will I tire of this mediocre war.” He started to walk back to the carriage.

“Wait. Caine. What are you doing!” Stan shouted after him.

“I hereby render my services void.” Caine got into the carriage and left within it, leaving Stan behind.

“Well, that was something.” Said Harold. “This time I’m not asking. I am commanding. Stand down, surrender. There’s no need to die.”

“What are the terms of my surrender?” Stan asked, his words dripping with venom.

“You give up everything. Your lands, castles. But you will still have your life.”

“That does not sound worth it.”

“It’s better than dying and watching everything you have be raised to the ground.”

“So be it. But spare mine and my brother’s lives.”

“Of course, I’m a man of my word.” Harold spoke with stoicism.