The first battle

The drums heavy beat sounded across the sea of armed men and women. Standing in a vast open field, waiting to meet the Brimeo adversaries.

The higher ups organised the mercenaries and soldiers apart of the vanguard to stand in formation. Elle and I were near the middle of the army, our armour on our bodies. I could see near the front, was the minotaur, wielding his great-hammer. The banners of Sarania were raised by the knights, indicating who they were fighting for. An air of unease was around us, either from nervousness or a readiness to fight.

On the horizon, I could see small figures becoming progressively bigger as they marched toward us. The numbers rivalled our own, an army of what appeared to be other mercenaries and some Brimeo soldiers. The soldiers looked well armed and armoured, while the mercenaries seemed less ill equipped.

The fifth battle started with archers raining down arrows from both armies. We managed to protect ourselves with shields, some of our allies weren’t so lucky. One man caught an arrow in the throat.

Our side, marched forward, using shields from the enemy archers. It got to the point of advancing so close that archers were no longer needed.

The clash of sword on sword rang loudly. The screams of pain and war cries sounded almost muffled within the chaos of battle. I was cleaving foes left and right, my speed along with my impressive strength was no match for humans. The minotaur was swinging with great range and power, striking broken bodies into the distance. Elle was holding her own too, with her agile movements, she could dodge and counter attack quickly and efficiently. She was proving to be a warrior worthy of carrying a litter of wolvir pups.

The Sarania were gaining the upper hand, pushing back the enemy. I came across a Brimeo knight, kites in full plate armour from head to toe, his shield raised and sword at the ready to face me. With a violent swing, I struck his reaching sword, knocking it out of his hand. I grabbed his shield and yanked it free from his grasp, making him yell in surprise. He looked frightened and powerless, despite his plate armour, I thought I could almost hear him shaking in it. With a powerful swing of my axe, I struck the helmet and knocked him to the ground. Blood started seeping from his head, he raised a hand for mercy, I had none. His screams fuelled my attacks as I struck him at the chest and neck, watching his blood spray from his body, that soon became a corpse. I pulled the helmet off, thinking it could be used as a trophy.

My blood lust only heightened as I continued the onslaught of Brimeons. Our advance was so overwhelming that the enemy formed a retreat. I killed some stragglers that tried to escape like the cowards they were. Wolvir don’t run from a fight, we don’t retreat, we adapt and find new solutions to our battles and skirmishes. **** on the battlefield is greater than running to fight another day.

The stench of blood and flesh was strong in senses. The fight seemed to go quick, I must have lost myself in the battle. Elle wasn’t injured from the fighting, she had killed a many number of the enemy. The adrenaline of the battle still pulsing through I looked at her full womanly figure, and became erect. I wanted to fuck.

We were able to rest a short time in preparation for a second wave. Elle and I didn’t recuperate the way most of the others had. My lust was too great, in our tent, I had Elle on her hands and knees as I fucked her roughly from behind. I didn't care if anyone heard our rutting, and Elle didn’t seem to either, as she screamed in pleasure.