Luna Peak

The heart of the Wolvir Kingdom, Luna Peak. Here is the great fire, our rooted culture and customs, our shamans, our elite warriors, the king, and my father.

We were greeted at the main gate to Luna Peak by two guards, wielding halberds.

“Who goes there?” One of the guards demanded.

“”Fenrin, son of Farex, the commander of the elite warriors.” I told them. “Accompanying me are my three companions, human women.”

The other guard gave a knowing chuckle.

“Enter!” He bellowed, he waved us in as the gates opened to allow us entry. Coming through, we saw the main road that lead deeper into the metropolis. Wolvir walked the streets, the familiar sight of my kind was comforting. No more need to watch my back to see any nervous and judging stares. I could see black smoke billowing near the centre, the great fire was burning fiercely there. Many buildings surrounded us, they were simple architecture but they sufficed for their purpose.

“So this is your home? Are you glad to be back?” Elle asked of me.

“It’s good to be back on familiar ground, I am eager to see my father.”

Approaching the epicentre of Luna Peak, we saw markets and shops selling wares, blacksmiths working on weapons. And then the great fire came into view.

“Wow, that’s incredible. How do you maintain that?”

I leaned close to her. “We don’t.” I told her, Elle looked at me confused.

“What do you mean?” She queried.

“No fuel has been put on that fire for generations. It has never become larger, or smaller. Our stories say this is the great fire that Lupe the Terror wolf, and Artella the bright warrior rutted in front of.”

“Is it magic?” She asked.

“We believe it to be. Artella created the fire, and Lupe learned to create and wield it himself, to fight back against her forces. With both using fire in their war, it all collided together that nearly destroyed the world. Only when Lupe and Artella mated in front of what is now the great fire, did it stay in control. And since their union, it cannot be extinguished, nor can it grow wild again.” I explained.

“So with Lupe and Artella having their intimate act in front of the fire, it stopped the war. I think I get it, it’s like a symbol of their love and respect for each other. You can’t put out the flames, like their passionate love for one another. And it won’t grow any larger to destroy, like a truce to stop fighting.” She put together. “It’s so romantic!”

“I thought you read about my culture in those books.” I said.

“I have, but you explain it so well, I wish to hear it from you instead.”

We passed a wolvir and a thin human woman. She had wrapped around her neck, a leather collar and an attached chain held by the wolvir. He tugged at it and she stumbled to follow him. She was in a state of undress, all she wore was a ragged robe to only just cover her modesty. Her brown hair was disheveled and she had dark circles under her eyes.

“What’s that about?” Elle asked me cautiously.

“That’s a thrall and her master.” I told her. “He most likely enslaved her from a raid.”

“You take slaves?”

“Ofcourse, it’s our way. To show who is stronger to our enemies, we take the spoils of battle. When we raid and pillage, we take what we want. Coin, resources, women. Whatever would be of value to us.” I told her.

“And what do wolvir do with their thralls?”

“Whatever they want, they own them.”

“Do wolvir fuck their thralls?” She asked curiously.

“Some may do, if they find human thralls attractive to fuck.” I said, the idea of it was turning me on. “They can make them work, household tasks, they can beat them, or just fuck them. Some thralls are used for breeding.”

“Breeding?” She gasped.

“That’s right, we have used thralls to breed as to give birth to more wolvir. These thralls can be used as just breeding stock, to be impregnated consecutively. Until they can give birth no more.”

“What happens after that, the ones that can’t be bred anymore?”

“Either just left to fend for themselves. Or taken to the **** quarter.” I explained.

“You have a **** quarter?” She looked shocked.

“We do. It’s mainly used to house unwanted thralls or useless ones. They have a chance to survive there. A lot of wolvir go there to have fun.”

“What kind of fun?” She asked, but she already knew what the answer was.

“To kill them for entertainment, or fuck them to sate their needs.” I said whilst shrugging my shoulders.

“Do you only take women as slaves.”

“We take men too, but they are mainly used for hard laborious work. Made to mine for us, or even carry our shit from out of Luna Peak. We enslave other races, not just humans. Elves, dwarves, any that we can make use of.

“What about wolvir, taken as slaves by their own kind?”

“A wolvir that becomes enslaved, is no longer a wolvir. They may as well kill themselves, then suffer the humiliation of being a thrall for another wolvir, or another race.” I said with disdain.

“Have you ever had a thrall?” A hint of jealousy in her voice.

“No, I’ve never raided. I became an adventurer pretty much when I came of age.” Elle looked relieved.

“You said about making more wolvir with thralls?” She asked.

“The breeding stock can give birth to full blooded wolvir. You see, our sperm is that potent and superior, we can breed with all humanoid races, and they give birth to only wolvir. No mixed wolvir that comes out with no fur if they were birthed by a human.”

“How often does that happen, with breeding stock.”

“It’s not as much as you think. Majority of wolvir breed with their own kind. It’s not uncommon, but can be frowned upon by other wolvir purists to breed outside of their own species.”

I could see Elle finger her choker. Thinking of our upcoming mating ritual.

“And what about matings, how rare is it for humans and wolvir to be mated?”

“It’s not rare, when a human becomes a mate to a wolvir, it’s taken seriously. As all things are, that are performed in front of the great fire.”

I pointed out the large keep in the distance, it is where the king lives. I explained that our king was known as king Blaid. He had been ruling since before my birth, and my father was appointed the commander of the elite by him. My father and the warriors he leads are the greatest out of all wolvir kind.

We would house our wagon near a tavern, known as the Silver Fang. From there, I would make my way to meet my father. I advised all three women to accompany me, I could vouch for Elle’s safety, with her choker around her throat. But not for Kali and Bee, some wolvir may try to take advantage. And no one else was going to fuck my bitches. I told them to stay close with me as I led the way to the barracks, where I could hopefully find out where my father was.

Security got tighter as we came close to the barracks, I had to use my name so I could gain entry and an audience with a captain.

We came across a wolvir with dark brown fur and an ugly scar across his eye. Captain Kerral.

“Ah, the son of commander Farex. If you wish to see him, you will have to wait. He is in the council meeting with the king.”

“How long will it be?” I asked.

“Hard to say, these meetings can go for long periods of time, with hardly little progress. Things have changed since you’ve been gone, Fenrin.”

“What’s changed.”

He grinned. “I’ll let your father explain. I will notify him of your arrival when he is finished. He has your accommodations provided for you.”

He handed me a key, and gave me directions on where to go.

“He outfitted it with all you’ll need. He expected great things of you. So he didn’t scrimp on the cost. There are even quarters for your bitches.” Said Kerral, he looked greedily at the three women.

We took our leave and went to where my lodgings were located.

It was an exceptional house. With spacious rooms, a kitchen with stocked up food. A bathing room, with a deep bath. A master bedroom that had a bed big enough for two. And the spare room had three beds inside it. A hearth and chimney in the main social area of the house. It was cozy.

We settled and put our belongings in the agreed rooms, Ofcourse I would have the master bedroom that Elle would sleep in with me. Lila and Bee took the spare room.

It seemed I didn’t have to wait long, after unpacking what we came with, there was a knock at the door. I answered it and at the entrance was a familiar sight, a wolvir with great muscles and black fur. My father.