At war with the orcs

As father had predicted, the war between wolvir and orcs intensified. The next month involved me and my whelps attacking orc patrol routes in the mountains and raiding their villages. They did the same to us, but our fatalities were significantly lower than the enemies, thanks to my father’s strategies and my own fighting capabilities.

Many orcs have fallen to my great-axe, and due to my intense and calculated training, my whelps succeeded in the killing of orcs. As I predicted, Zandor had become a great warrior, eager to fight and follow my orders.

During training, Kali had ventured into the barracks to watch my regime. It got to the point that I began to train her too, her skills in swordsmanship exceeded my expectations. She started to rival some of my whelps, but just like the wolvir, Kali was bred for war, so it didn’t fully surprise me with how well she caught up with the rest of the pack. On occasion, for a cool down, Kali and I would sneak off to fuck. Either using a spare bed in the barracks, or around the back of the building. Today, I had her bent over a barrel as I fuck her roughly from behind. We both orgasm from my hard pounding into her pussy, my sperm racing to her womb, I chose not to knot her in this cold climate.

As I pulled out of Kali, she let out a soft whimper, her body still trembling from the intense climax. I stood there for a moment, as we caught our breath, and listening to the sounds of the barracks in the distance. The clanging of swords, the shouts of my whelps, and the occasional snarl of a wolvir in the courtyard all blended together to create a familiar symphony. I looked over Kali, still bent over the barrel as my seed dropped out of her pussy. I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over me. Her fat brown coloured ass shook seductively at me, her panties still around her ankles and her skirt hikes over her hips. Kali, still gasping, reached out and touched my chest, her eyes locked onto mine. I wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her close as we leaned against the stone wall of the barracks. We kiss passionate, exchanging younger in the process, her taste was addictive.

“When Elle gives birth.” She whispered. “I want you to impregnate me next. Just imagine how strong our pup would be. And of course, you get to show everyone that you dominated me, and made me carry your pup.”

Her words sent a surge of excitement through me, and I felt my cock stir, already eager to oblige her request. I grinned, my mind racing with the prospect of claiming Kali’s womb, of filling her with my seed and watching her belly swell with my pup. I give her a brief nod to confirm.

She pulls her panties back up to cover her pussy, the material damped quickly by my cum that was still dripping out of her.

“I haven’t cleaned your cock yet.” Says Kali. “A dutiful bitch must clean the alpha’s cock after rutting.” She says playfully.

Kali sinks to her knees light layer of snow on the ground, not minding the cold on her skin. She grabs my still hard dick firmly and envelops her mouth around my shaft. She eagerly sucks and slurps her juices off my cock, making sure it’s completely clean.

Good bitch!

The war with the orcs intensifies, as we continue to hit back and forth. We managed to acquire an important outpost that overlooks a main traffic road. We gained an advantage of oncoming enemies and were able to intervene without suffering any fatalities or major injuries.

But with one major victory, came a significant loss, the king decided that his plans were more important, and would send a cluster of warriors to be killed. He sent the order for a group of wolvir to take a heavily guarded fort. The warriors either were to comply or be branded as treasonous traitors and be jailed. The king’s strategy was to send wave after wave of warriors that were killed in quick succession. Luckily my whelps and my father were not sent on this suicidal mission, as the king became more distrustful of my father with each passing day.

The metropolis was starting to seem more grim, martial law had been declare due to riots and assaults happening in the poorer districts, and the king cared nothing for the disturbances. I had on occasion been sent to quell the assaults in our own city. Even our place of worship near the main keep, a statue of Lupe had been desecrated by vandals. We were fortunate to capture the culprits and enforced the law upon them, which gained some favour of the common wolvir.

The raids that were conducted by my father had shown better success than those by the order of the king, and families were grateful to us when we returned with their loved ones alive and supplies that they could use. My father believed that riches came secondary to that of food and other useable supplies. Building our defences and being able to fight off attacks from the orcs was precedent to our survival and victories. When we did raid, we took everything of value, and the riches gained were given to the king to somewhat appease him, and to settle his nerves of our loyalty. Even Kail had joined a few raids and aided in our fights, she was a capable warrior and held her own against the orcs. Bee had helped at the physicians due to her knowledge of medical use, she helped the wounded and stopped any fatalities from occurring, saving many wolvir from passing on and out of the world of the living. Elle in her spare time, and when she was able, would help at the blacksmiths to craft weapons and armour for our armies, thanks to her skills as a blacksmith’s daughter. She helped fletch arrows and patched up any combat gear needed for the war, she became a valued asset in the fights ahead.

My reputation had gained some traction, my victories in the war had gained me a title of orcbane, this proceeded with the many kills I had racked up against our enemies. I had become more recognised in the streets by wolvir that I didn’t even know, and with that came their respect for me, and by extension, the ones I was close to. My father in particular caught most of the praise from my actions in the skirmishes, of course most of the raids and battles I participated in were of his design and leadership. I learned a lot of what it was to be a leader, and was proud that I hadn’t lost any of my whelps to the war.

My father thought we were ready to capture a fort that would give us a great advantage and ruin the morale of the orcs. He wanted me to be the vanguard and lay siege to the fort.