A week in Steelton

I decided to stay in Steelton to learn as much as I could about the city to use the knowledge gained back in Luna Peak. I stayed at the finest inn, where the king made sure I was taken care of. Many of the townsfolk had not seen a wolvir before, never mind a small retinue and army of them. Some of them seemed nervous and frightened as my wolvir strode around the city, taking in the sights and gaining information. Then there were others that seemed to take an interest in the new and exotic species that graced the streets, some women had become willing to lay with my wolvir. It occurred to me then, that the wolvir I had taken with me on the visit to Steelton all had an interest in human women. From there, I ordered a night for my warriors and other members of my retinue, to indulge themselves in the best reputed brothel in the city. That night they could fuck as many women as they desired, on my coin of course, and I gained more of my wolvir’s approval. It was said that the brothel rang out with the howls and growls of wolvir, as well as the moans and screams of pleasure from the whores.

I myself, had managed to bed the scribe at the first meeting with the king of Steelton. I had her on her back, wearing only her glasses as I buried my wolvir cock into her wet pussy. Her big tits bounced in time with my thrusts, her moans of pleasure filled my ears.

As I pulled back, her glasses fogged slightly from the heat of our bodies pressed together. She panted, her chest heaving, and I could see the faint marks from my claws where I had gripped her wide hips.

“What’s your name again, bitch?” I growled, my voice low and rough, making her shiver beneath me. She managed a shaky smile, her lips swollen from the time she was sucking my cock a few minutes ago.

“I... it’s Hera.” She stammered, her voice trembling but filled with a mixture of fear and desire. I chuckled, a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through her entire body.

“I’m offering you a place in my court, Hera.” I said, my voice still rough from the exertion. She trembled beneath me, her hands still gripping my big arms where I had pinned her. “You can stay here in Steelton, or you can come with me to Luna Peak. I need a skilled scribe such as yourself. The choice is yours.”

I pulled back slightly, my cock still buried inside her, and met her gaze. Her eyes were wide, a mix of fear and excitement swirling in them. “But if you come with me.” I continued, my voice dropping lower. “You’ll be mine. Completely.”

Hera’s eyes locked onto mine, a look of trepidation and allure dancing in their depths. She swallowed hard, her throat moving visibly as she processed the weight of my offer. The air was thick with the scent of our coupling, and the faint fog on her glasses began to clear, revealing the intensity of her gaze.

“I.. I want to go with you.” She stammered finally, her voice barely above a whisper but laced with a resolve that surprised even herself. My lips curled into a predator like smile as I withdrew from her, my cock glistening with the evidence of her desire.

“You made the right choice.” I growled I reached down to stroke my shaft. I tightened my grip on my cock, the swollen knot throbbing with pent-up release. Hera’s eyes widened as I aimed the tip at her face, her breath hitching in anticipation. With a guttural growl, I unleashed a thick, creamy stream that splattered across her cheeks and glasses. The lenses became obscured instantly, and Hera gasped, her hands trembling as she reached up to wipe the mess away. But I caught her wrists, pinning them to the bed as I continued to jerk my cock, milking every last drop onto her face. A pact sewn to show my dominance over her.

As the next day came to pass, I had a chance to converse with duke Sebastian. It turned out he was gathering allies, and convincing the vassals of the king that he would be a more worthy ruler in place of king Loda.

Elle had taken some time to visit the great forge Of Steelton, being the daughter of a blacksmith, she took an interest in the process of how they manufactured the iron, into steel and then into weapons. She admitted that the craftsmanship of the products was pristine, a small marvel to behold.

I would regularly have meetings with king, his scribe, Hera also sat in on these meetings. I would instruct him where to station my warriors, and to tell him of constructing watchtowers and military camps near his borders. If any enemy approached the king’s land, with intent to fight, those in the towers would see them, and be able to react. The alarm would be raised, and his forces could attend to the problem from the camps.

After the meetings were over, I would hang back when the king left. I would then bend Hera over the table, hiking her long skirts over her wide hips, tearing her panties down and fuck her from behind. Her fat ass cheeks would ripple from my hard thrusts into her, and her glasses would become askew from the rough handling she received. I always made her climax, before either cumming inside her, or on her. Hera would wear my seed on her face and clothing like badges of honour. Apart of me thought she wanted to get caught, to let people know that she was getting fucked by a wolvir.

The nights ended with me and Elle having sex, and sometimes including the thralls. I had them taking womb potions, as I didn’t want them pregnant with my pups at the present time. They listened to what I wanted. Of course I would like to have every woman I fuck become pregnant, but my king’s duty had me focus on the upcoming war efforts, and not looking after any pregnant bitches. Elle was perhaps the most ****, wanting more than anything to feel another pup grow inside her womb. I promised when the time was right, I would impregnate her again, and gratefully accepted this after explaining.

It wasn’t until the beginning of a new week, did the complications arise.