The hoard soul stone

I sent word back in Luna Peak for Zandor, one of my most trusted warriors to collect the hoard soul stone from the treasure cave, and to make way with it to Steelton. A single rider would be faster than the marching of an army.

In the meantime, I consumed more knowledge from duke Sebastian on the ways of how he conducts his business. I wanted Luna Peak and the wolvir kingdom to thrive, and the ultimate goal of conquering and ruling all the lands. Sebastian didn’t know if my goal, but I knew that one day, he would be serving under me, he just didn’t know it yet.

In one of the finest rooms of the tavern, I discussed with my queen the strategy I wished to invoke. I sat on the edge of the bed, and Elle was on her knees between my legs, her mouth wrapped around my cock. Her lips glided down my thick red length, reaching towards my swollen knot. She bobbed her head up and down, moaning as her mouth was filled with my huge wolvir dick.

“The stone will be bait. Caine is a dangerous man, and with magic on his side, the Ghanral kingdom have an advantage over us. I need to take care of him first.” I explained. She came up for air, stroking my shaft, giving it small kisses.

“Killing him is the most logical step.” Said Elle.

I groaned as Elle’s tongue swirled around the base of my knot, her fingers massaging the throbbing veins along my shaft. The heat of her mouth was maddening, but I **** my mind to focus—even as pleasure threatened to overtake strategy.

“But not simple.” I told her, my claws dug into the bedsheets as Elle took me deeper, her throat constricting around me. “He’ll expect brute ****.”

Elle released my cock with a pop and began kissing my slanted and tapered tip. A bead of pre-cum dripped onto her tongue, and she moaned as she tasted it, the vibration making my knot pulse. She dived back down, deep-throating me, her wet gagging was music to my ears.

“He’ll expect brute ****.” I repeated, my breath hitching as her fingers traced the sensitive ridge at my furred sheath. “But magic… magic is predictable in its arrogance.”

Her green eyes flicked up, meeting mine as she slowly pulled back, her tongue dragging along the underside of my length.

“You mean to trap him.”She murmured, her lips glistening.

“Exactly.” I growled, my fingers tangling in Elle’s red hair as she took me deep again, her throat working around my throbbing length. The wet heat of her mouth was intoxicating, but I **** my thoughts to stay sharp. “It will be a trap he wouldn’t expect from a wolvir.”

A low, needy whine escaped her as she pulled back, lips swollen and moist. “And when he comes for it?” Her tongue flicking over my slanted tip, lapping up another bead of pre.

I gripped her hair tighter, guiding her mouth back down as my cock twitched against her tongue.

“Then we spring the trap.” I growled, my voice thick with lust.

Elle moaned around me, her fingers kneading my heavy balls as she sucked harder, her lips sealing tight just below my knot. She managed to pull herself off, her tongue lathered my furry balls, twitching to release my seed.

Elle anticipated my orgasm, she presented her face as a target, her mouth wide open, her warm pink tongue sticking out. I soon climaxed with a grunt, expelling my wolvir semen onto her pretty face, painting it with my jizz. She caught most of it with her mouth and tongue, savouring the taste of a strong wolvir’s seed.

The next day, true to his word, king Atlus continued his ****, with larger numbers this time. It was difficult to repel them, only barely holding off and securing Steelton territory, with great help from my wolvir warriors.

The next two days saw more numbers, the king of Ghanral wasn’t lying about how much men he had. Unfortunately, Steelton had lost the borders and some territory was now in control of Ghanral. Many Steelton. Men, and a handful of my warriors fell during these two days of attacks. The corpses littered the fields, as a reminder of what was lost here.

On the evening of the third day, Zandor arrived on a fatigued draft horse, big and strong enough to carry a wolvir. Zandor was brought to me and gave me his leather satchel, inside was the hoard soul stone. It was large enough to sit in the palm of my hand and had a blood red colour of it, the the edges were rough, but the points of it were blunt, so there was no risk of cutting myself on it.

“My king.” Zandor took a knee out of respect.

“Thank you Zandor. Can you stay? We may need your fighting skill in the battles to come.” I said to him.

“Of course my king, I will gladly aid you.” Revered Zandor.

I gave Zandor the details of my plan, keeping my strategy close to my chest, only trusting my queen, and fellow wolvir with the details.