The journey to Majelis forest

In the end, I had chosen my entourage to accompany me, my two queens, Ellanor and Isabelle, my councillor of magic, or known to others as a witch, Aconite, and my thrall Melantha.

The snow had calmed with its flurries, and was now easier to travel through. It would still be a somewhat difficult ride in the carriages, but the horses would be able to pull them through the blanket of snow formed on the ground.

I had wrapped up in a cloak, showing my regal status to everyone, although I didn’t really need the garment to shield me from the cold. My fur, along with the natural resistance to the cold was an innate trait of the wolvir species.

Queen Ellanor wore a thick cloak made of lop eared rabbit furs, many of its hides were used to craft the warm clothing. The furs were packed inside, sewed together with an overlay of linen that reached her toes. The hood was big enough to throw over her head, and again, rabbit furs were unlined to keep her head and face warm from the cold. An emblem of a wolf head had been stitched on the chest of the cloak, representing the wolvir kingdom.

Queen Isabelle wore a cloak similar in length, reaching her ankles. It was made of white linen, and sheep’s wool and deer hides were used to help make a warm piece of clothing. Again, on the chest of the garment was the emblem of a wolf’s head, coloured black. The hood looked heavier, and sheep’s wool could be seen as decoration around the hem of the hood. Despite that the cloak was comfortable looking and warm, it also hugged Izzy’s full and curvy figure.

Melantha, my thrall, wore a simple looking brown cloak to hide her large chest. It was made of sheep’s wool too, but didn’t look as expensive or regal as Izzy’s cloak. The hood looked more like it would be better suited to shield from the rain than the cold. I could see her shiver slightly, but this was a thrall’s place, to be uncomfortable.

Lastly, there was Aconite. She wore a dark coloured cloak, or maybe this was too generous to call it such. The clothing cut off at the tops of her legs, showing off her thick thighs. The cloak looked to be made of slain wolvir from civil war, the hides of traitors were what somewhat warmed her. The fur and material had been dyed into black, this being her favourite colour. The hood was up and over her head, but her wicked and sadistic smile could be seen underneath. And as usual, she wore no shoes on her feet, and they looked red from the cold.

My queens and thrall made their way to the carriage that would take them in the journey to Majelis forest, but Aconite stayed stood at the bottom of the stone steps that led onto the snow covered ground.

“Oh! My king!” She shouted out to me and waved. “Would you please carry me to the carriage, I seem to be disposed of any shoes! I would much appreciate your assistance!”

She was smiling wider, this was clearly not a huge inconvenience, as I had seen her walk around bare foot on the grounds of Luna Peak before. It was even rumoured that she used magic to help keep the potential of gaining frost bite away from her toes.

With some ****, but with equal smugness, I walked back to where Aconite stood. I closed the distance between us, her wicked smile beaming up at me, knowing that this would rule up the other women.

“Thank you, my king.” She curtseyed, grabbing the short hem of skirts of the cloak.

I grabbed her by the ass, and with a gleeful yelp from her, hoisted Aconite up and over my shoulder, not worrying of the pup growing inside her. Aconite’s development wasn’t too far ahead that this would be dangerous for the pup inside her womb, and Aconite also pushed her weight up using her hands on my shoulder as support, avoiding it with her bump. As I walked to the carriage with my witch being carried by me, I couldn’t help but give her fat ass cheek a squeeze. Aconite moaned at my touch, and from here, I could smell the familiar scent of a woman’s arousal reach my nostrils.

“My king, you are so strong.” She praised at how easily I had lifted her, and how I carried her with one arm.

I brought her to the carriage, and gently helped down to her feet. She curtsied again, bowing her head.

“Thank you my king.” She said to me. “I appreciate it. I will show my gratitude later by sucking your magnificent cock.”

“Hmph.” I grunted out, as I had become used to Aconite’s open sexual advances.

The wagon was spacious enough for all of my women and me. I sat in the middle of one bench, my two queens at my sides. Their plush bodies were pressed against me, as Melantha and Aconite sat across from us.

Melantha was sitting prim and proper, he made on her lap and was looking nonchalant as usual.

“Tell me, Melantha.” I started, as I swung both arms around my queens to feel their curves. They both leant into my touch, cooing as they did so. “What can you tell me of this forest?”

“My king.” She bent her head low in respect. “These forests are thousands of years old, they are home to me and many of my kind. The wood of the trees are sacred, and will serve as grand material for your ships.”

“Does it not bother you that I will be tearing down these sacred trees of yours?” I questioned her.

“My needs and wants are no longer valid, my king. I am your thrall, my only purpose is to serve you in any means fit. Be it as a guide, or to relieve your sexual desires, or be a traitor to my kind. I will follow your demands and orders.”

She was a true thrall, only thinking on how she could please her master. The driver of the carriage whipped the horse to work, and off we went.

Along the journey, I saw wolvir warriors bringing back spoils from raiding villages. They carried commerce, food, and women.

The human worm were dressed in tattered clothing, with collars and chains around their necks as they were being forcibly pulled by wolvir. Isabelle saw this outside too, and sighed in satisfaction.

“Soon those bitches will know the superiority of a wolvir cock inside them, and a wolvir pup in ther bellies.” She said softly.

My queen was gaining my favour more and more each day, her attitude of humans being beneath wolvir was intriguing and alluring. She truly believed that wolvir are to be the dominat race, and humanity to be their slaves.

It took over an hour before the snow that blanketed the ground to ease up, and breakages of green grass and foliage made themselves known. The air grew slightly warmer, much to the relief of some of the women in the carriage with me. The sounds of horses trotting along could be heard outside, the creaking wheels of the carriage holding us.

We exchanged small talk for the time being, my bitches seemed to be getting along well. We stopped off after a few more hours, the snow now gone from view to signal that we had travelled further south.

We found a nice little spot to set up camp for the day, and erected the king’s tent in not time. The rest of the camp was set up with little difficulty, and wolvir were relaxing and socialising over a drink or two.

True to her word from earlier, Aconite had dragged me off behind a secluded tree. She was on her knees and blowing me with gusto. She made loud slurping and gagging noises as she took me deep in her throat. It was as if she wanted to get caught sucking off her king, maybe in an attempt to make my other bitches jealous.

I gripped a fistful of her wild dark hair, and **** her take me even deeper, her throat clenched around my length, giving me pleasure. I looked down to watch her eyes filled with tears as she struggled to take my full shaft down her throat. Black streams ran down her cheeks from the makeup she had applied from this morning. But she was devoted, and never relented or retreated from deep-throating me. She looked up at me with lustful and admirable eyes, she saw me as the embodiment of ****, and that was something she respected and idolised.

“That’s it, Aconite.” I rumbled lowly. “Take this huge wolvir cock.” Her hands wrapped around my swollen knot, as she redoubled her efforts to please me more, not wanting to disappoint her king.

It didn’t take long for me to shoot a potent load of my cum down her throat, and she gratefully sealed what I had given her.

“Thank you, my king.” She gasped as she tried to catch her breath from the blowjob. My red shaft began to calm down, twitching slightly from expelling a load in this witch’s mouth.

Aconitine rose to her feet, never taking her sights off me. I reached down and squeezed her big fat ass, the plump flesh was something I revelled in feeling regularly. She was wearing a skimpy thong by the feel of it, a small string of fabric that was wedged between the cheeks of her buttocks.

“I think I’ll fuck this big fat ass of yours tonight.” I growled at her.

“Nothing would please me more, my king.” She said seductively at me, fluttering her long dark eyelashes.