The feast

The festivities were in full swing, the sounds of drums, flutes, and lutes created upbeat and jovial music that was difficult not to dance to. My wolvir drank and ate with the Frens people, sharing stories of battle. Elle and my other bitches had dispersed and socialised with the Frens people and my subjects and retinue.

The Frens told us of their chivalric duties and how they accomplish their victories due to their gallantry. The wolvir told them of our brute ****, our agility and speed used in battle. How we use certain tactics to outmanoeuvre and outflank our enemies. And when a human comes face-to face with a wolvir, the probability of the humans survival is almost always zero.

The Frens told us of an **** on a traitorous vassal of king Biche. Of how the king only needed a quarter of his forces to overpower the vassal, who had the king’s men outnumbered at least two to one. The king knew of using the terrain to his advantage, and lured the traitor and his men onto a field, which the king had flooded to turn it into a swamp.

As most Frens used heavy cavalry as a vanguard, and the bulk of their army, the king had planned to use this against the traitor. The mounted soldiers would charge at a defensive line of the king’s, only to be met with difficult to move in terrain. The men would then have to either push forward on their horses, or dismount to reach them. With this, both men and horse grew fatigued at marching through the swampy ground, whilst the king’s men were well rested and fresh to fight. The traitor and his men stood no chance when they met in battle, and the king swiftly won the day. The traitor was executed using a contraption made by an inventor of the king’s.

“What is this device you used?” I asked the king. We were sat in the great halls of my keep, the revelry happening around us as we drank wine and mead with each other.

“Ah!” The king proudly said. “It is called the guillotine. Or as we colloquially call it, the Frens razor. He lock a man in a stocks of sorts, but the man is on all fours, his head is completely trapped. Then, there is a tall frame built to it, and it reaches high above him. And at the top, is a large and sharp weighted blade, it’s razored edge is pointing down to the man’s neck. And pulling in a mechanism, the blade is released, and with gravity at work, the blade drops swift and hard. It drops with such forces that it decapitates the man’s head.”

“Interesting.” I say as I stroke my chin.

“The Greens razor belongs to me, and I will be the only one to use it.” He laughed loudly. “So don’t ask me for one.”

“No need.” I tell him. “Our culture dictates that we must end the life of a traitor by our own hand. But I find it fascinating to learn of other cultures, it helps me understand the people of them.”

The king drank deeply from the goblet and made a noise of satisfaction.

“A fine vintage.” The king said to me.

“I did my research. Your favourite, I believe?”

“Indeed. And I thank you for that, king Fen.” He slapped me on the back in a friendly manner. He was strong, I could tell. “You know how to make a king feel welcome.”

The merriment of the feast ramped up, my wolvir and the Frens people continued to converse with each other and drink together.

The wolvir and Frens became so friendly that I noticed something. In a shadowed corner of the halls, almost out of sight, I saw an attractive Frens woman on her knees and giving one of my wolvir a blowjob. The wolvir looked as though he was immensely enjoying the oral actions being performed on him. And the Frens woman was enthusiastically sucking on the big wolvir dick, showing how wanton she was.

The rumours of the Frens people were that they were very sexually explorative, they enjoyed at engaging in all sorts of sexual activities. It seemed that also extended to having sex with different species.

“Oh-ho. Here she is, finally readied herself to join the party!” Bellowed the king, and pointed towards the stairs.

A majestic woman had descended the last few steps, she stood and looked around, searching for someone. It was Isabelle, and she spotted me and her father and gracefully walked towards us.

She was dressed in a sexy black lace dress that hugged her full fire, and she did have a full figure. The cloak she wore earlier covered everything, and I had no chance of knowing if she was curvy or not. But his dresses showed me everything I wanted to know.

The dress had long sleeves that were made of sheer fabric, and etched with black floral patterns. Sadly, that was the only part of the dress that was sheer, but I still became excited at the rest of it. The dress had a deep cut at the neck, showing a generous amount of her bountiful and full cleavage. Looking down, I could tell her hips were wide, by the way the lace of her attire hugged them. The skirts were long and fluttered as she walked, but it also had a long slit at the side, and every other step showed one of her thick thighs. Her hair was styled elegantly, but also had that of the wolvir style. Her raven black tresses had some braids and silver jewellery in it, showcasing the wolvir culture. And at the back of her, I would later find out, was a Frens plait. She looked stunning.

“My king.” She curtseyed, addressing me first, her eyes filled with the same adoration as when I first saw her. “Father.” She turned to king Biche, he raised his goblet to her.

“Sweet daughter, you look beautiful. Don’t you agree, king Fen?”

“You’re breathtaking, Isabelle.” He smiled at her and she returned it. “Join us, this seat next to me is free.”

I patted the chair that Elle usually sat on, she wouldn’t mind, and even if she did, tonight would be the exception.

Isabelle walked around the table to sit herself next to me, before placing her buttock in the chair, I got a quick peek at her rear end, and it looked big!

“I hope my father isn’t boring you, my king.” She teased.

“Not at all.” I told her, whilst looking into her striking eyes. We held eye contact for a moment and she blushed. “We were talking about his Frens razor.”

She giggled and covered her mouth.

“One of his favourite subjects, he loves talking about his contraptions that kill people. I’m assuming he has already told you about his victory over the traitor vassal?”

“He has.” I said.

“Of course.” She playfully sighed. “If not the Frens razor, it will be about that story.”

“Let’s talk about you instead.” I say to her as I look her up and down in her exquisite dress. Her father took the hint and left us to talk.

“Well, where to begin.” She takes a breath. “I am eighteen years old, and I enjoy poetry and singing. And I’m a skilled with playing the harp.”

“So you’re good with these fingers?” I tease as I make our palms touch, my fingers gently pressed against hers. The difference in the size and look is undeniable. “And I’d love to see your throat at work…with singing, of course.”

“Singing…of course.” She agreed, but blushed deeply.

“Tell me more.”

“My favourite flowers are Lillie’s, I love eating macaroons, my favourite animal is a doe, the sigil of my father’s house. And oh, yes…I’m a virgin.”

My eyes and ears pricked up, did I mishear that last part?

“You’re a virgin?” I asked her. She smiled a wicked grin at me, one that I had not seen from her yet, and I liked it.

“Indeed. I made sure to save myself, in hopes that you would take me as your mate.”

“You’ve really planned this, haven’t you? And you’ve known no touch of a man?”

“I have.” She said with the same conviction when she first came here. “And no, I do not wish a man to touch me, to take my virginity. I want it taken by a wolvir, specifically by you, my king.”

“But why me?”

“You’re amazing!” She gushed, her hands clapped together and rested at her chest, I saw her breasts jiggle. “You are the true depiction of masculinity, and gallantry. Your victories over your enemies show why you are a worthy king, and a worthy husband. I know of your culture, and that you should have many bitches at your disposal. You deserve a harem, and I want to be apart of it, as your loyal and submissive mate. I am willing to please you in any way you see fit. And I want nothing more than to be bred by you and carry your pups. I know your tastes.”

She gestured to her body, making sure that I stared at her assets. She continued.

“I made sure that my body was developed to your preferences. I made sure to eat the right amount to gain the curves to entice you, and as you can see, I have large breasts, wide hips, thick thighs…and a huge arse.”

The way she said ‘arse’ got me going, I felt my erection straining in my pants.

“My arse is perfect to look at when you’ll fuck me from behind.” She told me boldly. “Imagine me, on all fours and taking your huge wolvir cock.”

I did imagine it, and I wanted it to become a reality. I decided there and then about the marriage proposal. I needed to make preparations.