On a deeper level

In the time it would take us to walk back to town. Conversation between us flowed naturally. And I learned so much about Fen, and he about me.

He told me about his father named Farex, who was the captain of the elite warriors of the wolvir kingdom. The driving **** of their army, only the best wolvir warriors could join the ranks of the elite. Farex was legendary in the wolvir kingdom and helped win many wars for their kind. Gaining well deserved status and recognition among his peers. Fen gained his martial skills from his father, which not many wolvir had the honour of receiving. Although Fen lauded his father’s prowess highly, he complained of his decision to send Fen away from the kingdom to become an adventurer. With what he told me, his father saw Fen as too brash, egotistical and naive to the intensity and consequences of war. The wolvir kingdom waged war with many foes and had many enemies. Such as tribal orcs, giants, dwarves, ogres, kobalds, dark elves and even some human kingdoms. The wolvir were bred for fighting, a race based in war culture that many races found intimidating, and other races that saw them as a threat.

Maybe Fen’s father wanted to protect him, as he was his only child. And this was the reason he sent him away. To become more collected in a skirmish, and not to fall victim to his ego that could gravely injure or even cause his ****. This is what I thought.

I told him of my family. My father whose profession was a blacksmith that earned us enough money to live comfortably. He supplied weapons and other ironwork to nearby towns and cities. His craftsmanship was commended by many a people which landed him plenty of work. He even had a lord that required his work specifically. He was in his late forties but strong as a ox and showed no signs of slowing down. I told him of my mother and younger sister, which all three of us shared in appearance and hair colour. Fen asked of my age, guessing I had to be at least eighteen to join the adventurer’s guild, which I told him I had turned eighteen a few months ago. My mother in her late thirties and my sister just two years younger than myself. I told my father of my goal to become an adventurer during my early teens. He taught me swordsmanship seeing how serious I was, in order to properly defend myself. He also gifted me coin to fund my travels and board at the tavern in Haywood. He had saved up money for both his daughters to help with their endeavours, I was grateful for this.

I described the village I came from, being west of the continent and situated nearby the city of Gadriel, that was home to the lord that requested my father’s services. My village was called Aldor. It had a blacksmiths, a quaint tavern, physician, general store and a tailors, all vital things for a small village. And it was populated with about fifty common people. Not many other races lived there, mainly humans. Except one wolvir. I told Fen that this was where my attraction for his kind started. The Wolvir was a farmhand in our village that helped with many laborious tasks. I noticed him working near a barn, half naked and could see his muscular physique. And his face appealed to me more than a man’s had. I peeked on him bathing one day and saw his huge erect member. The rigid look, the flat pointed tip, the intimidating red colour it had, and the swollen knot at the base. My vagina moistened at the glorious sight of it. I tested to see if I found human cock as arousing as the wolvir’s. I managed to convince a villager the same age as me to show me his penis behind an inconspicuous house at the edge of our village. Even though he enthusiastically showed me his hard state. Something about it didn’t cause my pussy to dampen. I wasn’t aroused by the pale pink colour of it, nor the rounded end of it, that also hid ( which I now know as foreskin) his dickhead. And no swollen knot at the base of his penis. He pulled back his foreskin to show me his dark purple head, and it actually disgusted me. I tried with another villager, a more handsome one. But again, his dick, that was bigger than the previous villager, also disgusted me. It didn’t have the vibrant bright redness of a wolvir cock. It didn’t have the same menacing awe and iron like hardness. No bulging knot at the base. From here, I knew, I was only attracted to wolvir. That night from my realisation, I masturbated to the image in my head of the big red wolvir cock. I came hard.

Fen had listened intently to my tale of being sexually interested in only Wolvir. His eyebrows and ears pricked up. His wicked smile, never left him as I went into detail of my allure to his kind.

He also told me of his attraction to human and humanoid women, he had sex with elves before too. In the past, he tried to engage in sexual activity with another wolvir female but found them lacking what he craved and what excited him. He preferred the soft skin and curves of a woman, he seemed to be attracted most to woman who possessed ample and busty curves. Big tits and ass sexually excited him. And even though he didn’t like the fur of a wolvir female, he became hard at the sight of a hairy bush on a woman.

A human merchant, along with his daughter had come to the kingdom to trade. She was a dark haired and sightly woman with curves in all the right places, whom he managed to seduce and entice to his bed chambers. The moment he entered her and began fucking her, he knew. There was no turning back. Only human women sexually excited him, and only that type would he want to fuck.

He spoke of wolvir females being similar in physique as their male counterparts, just not as hulking. Fen told me that they had six nipples across their chest and abdomen that would fill with milk when they became pregnant, but they didn’t engorge enough to Fen’s standard. And because wolvir females were bred for war like males, their bodies were hard and muscular too. Which seemed to explain Fen’s disinterest in sex with wolvir females, and gravitate to fucking women with curvy bodies. In Fen’s opinion, he classed me as a perfect woman. This made me blush softly.

Fen told me of his home, he regarded it like a giant village as wolvir didn’t have the same architecture for towns or cities. It was called Luna Peak. It was far north of the continent, we’re farming was limited due to harsh cold weathers as it snowed most of the seasons. The lands weather hardened wolvir, adapting to the snow, ice and sleet. Perfect training grounds and a great defence for races that weren’t accustomed to weather that wolvir experienced. Luna Peak was known as the metropolis of the wolvir kingdom. It was constructed halfway up the largest mountain in the region. A large mountain base was there were wolvir could build the capital of their kingdom. As the story goes, a big rock flew down from the sky and hit the mountainside, this happened before the construction of Luna Peak, creating a crater of a new mountain base. The story also says the rock flew down from the moon. Wolvir culture was steeped in grand stories such as this. They had seers and traditions involving fire that sounded grand and fantastical. I could listen to Fen tell me of his culture for hours.

But, now we approached the town of Haywood. As we passed through the gates, residents of the town began to turn heads to our direction some openly staring. My guess, was that I was travelling with a wolvir that weren’t a common sight in this region.

Some people looked repulsed at our strolling through the town side by side. Some whispered to the neighbours with judging glares. Did they suspect that we’ve copulated with each other? Strangely, I didn’t care at their suspicions. Like before, when I professed to Fen my disregard for anyone’s opinion with our fucking. I stood taller and walked more confidently, with knowing looks upon me.

“Fen?” I asked, “I’m curious, in your culture. Do you have girlfriends?”

He looked at me inquisitively. “In my culture, the title of ‘girlfriends’ isn’t used. As we are encouraged in polyamory, having more than one sexual partner isn’t offensive. The word we use are ‘bitches’ for females. And polygamy isn’t a crime in our culture either, but instead of being called ‘wives’, they are called ‘mates’.”

Something new I learned from his culture. There was a chance perhaps he already has a bitch, or multiple ones that he hasn’t admitted to.

We approached the adventurer’s guild. Ready to turn our contracts in to receive our reward. Before coming to the large doors. I grabbed Fen’s wrist stopping him in his tracks at my sudden grasp.

“Fen, wait.” He turned to me. I steeled myself and mustered all my courage. Grabbing the back of his head I pulled him in for a kiss. He accepted willingly and our tongues swirled and danced with each other. Fen held me by the hips, clinging to them possessively, he moved his hands to cup my fat ass and gave it a squeeze. From my peripheral, I could see townsfolk staring and muttering disapproving remarks under their breath, before quickly walking away from the sordid act. I didn’t care, let them watch if they wanted. After an intense making out session. I slowly pulled away and brung my lips close to his ear.

“I want to be your bitch.” I whispered wantonly.