Just like old times

We carried on with our journey the next day, and as noon signalled with the sun high in the sky, we came across a large village.

The sign we came past made it known to be called Last Waiyt. It was larger than the average village, and I soon learned that it was used as a bustling hub before venturing into Majelis Forest.

The residents stared as an entourage of wolvir made their way into the village. It was mostly humans, with the odd elf here and there. The looks given were of curiosity and suspicion, as it seemed they didn’t get many wolvir visitors.

I managed to find accommodations large enough to house my wolvir, and they soon made themselves comfortable at the local tavern. I had to admit, I was becoming restless, and it had been some time since I had been in a fight. But all that soon changed when I noticed a bounty board in the centre of the village.

Upon closer inspection, I found something that piqued my interest. There was a bounty for goblins, or specifically, to slay a goblin king. Apparently there was a self proclaimed goblin king with a small battalion of underling goblins. It had led a skirmish and made off with supplies and the daughter of a villager. The pay wasn’t bad enough, but it was the thrill of bloodshed I wanted more than anything.

This was something I could enjoy, let off some steam and engage in a fight. Even though it was against goblins, the more easier foes that I had dealt with before, it would still serve to let out some aggression and feel the adrenaline of combat.

I tore the bounty poster off the board, and made my way back to my room at the tavern, and found my bitches relaxing. Elle was at a vanity table, looking herself over in the mirror. I went to her, and showed her the bounty, she looked at it then furrowed her brow.

“What do you mean to do with this, Fen?” She asked me, my grin wide on my face.

“I mean to accept this bounty, and kill some goblins. What do you say, Elle? Just like old times, you and me being adventurers.” I said to her.

“Are you serious?” She questioned. “I haven’t done that for so long now, I feel I would be a hindrance if I accompanied you. Wouldn’t it be better to take one of your warriors with you?”

“I don’t want to do that. Besides, I’m feeling nostalgic.” I said. “And don’t you want to feel the rush of being an adventurer again?”

Elle looked at my face, then back at the bounty poster, she was working out in her mind at an excuse.

“Aren’t goblins kind of beneath you though? You’ll easily dispatch of them, even if it is a horde led by a supposed king.” Elle said to me.

“It’s still a fight.” I told her. “And also, after we complete the bounty, we might be able to find a waterfall and fuck like we did the first time we met.” I encouraged.

Her thighs squirmed, a memory of our first meeting was burning in her mind. Our passionate time at the waterfall all that time ago was something I would like to repeat.

“Ok.” She said finally. “But don’t blame me if I’m not as a good a fighter as I once was.”

“I have no doubt you’ll do just fine out there.” I couldn’t hold my joy, smiling like a buffoon.

“Oh my, I would love to see my king return after completing a bounty.” Teased Izzy from across the room. “All bloody and worked up after his victory.”

Elle rolled her eyes, but made no sharp words at her. She had been more accommodating of Izzy, just like she promised, and they would on occasion even converse in a delightful manner with each other.

Myself and Elle gathered up some supplies to head out with, and I instructed my entourage that only my first queen would be going on this adventure. They understood, even if reluctantly, but they knew better to question their king.

With my great-axe in hand, with boiled leather armour in my body, accompanied with Elle and her weapons and armour, we went in our way.

The information I had been given was that the goblin king and his hoard were holed up north in a cave. It would be a simple enough fight, with my strength, speed and experience, I would find it no trouble to kill the beasts. And with the added help from Elle, I was confident that this bounty would go off without a hitch.

The dirt path beneath our boots crunched softly as we left the outskirts of Last Waiyt, the tall wooden palisade shrinking behind us. The midday sun beat down on rolling golden fields that stretched northward, small wildlife such as squirrels and birds could be seen within oak trees as we passed. Elle adjusted the strap of her sword belt, the scent of oiled steel and her faint floral perfume cutting through the dry grass aroma.

Elle’s form-fitting leather armour clung to her curves like a second skin, the laces straining across her full breasts that threatened to spill over the reinforced bodice with every step. The afternoon sun glinted off the sweat gathering in her cleavage as she smoothed her favourite leather jacket on her front. She strutted by the side of me, the movement making her big round backside sway noticeably beneath the short skirt. I could tell she was wearing a pink thong, and the underside of her ass cheeks could be seen, I anticipated on fucking her after all this was done with.

“I hope I’m not too rusty for this.” Said Elle with some hesitation.

“You have nothing to worry about.” I assured her. “You wouldn’t have gotten this far without some fighting spirit. Besides, yiu e got me to protect you.”

She playfully pushed me, a small giggle escaping her lips.

“This is nice though, getting to do this sort of thing with you. I can understand why you wanted me to come along.” Elle said.

“It’s good to just forget about my kingly duties, and be a normal wolvir for a change.” I said.

“But you’re not a normal wolvir, Fen. You never was, even before becoming king.” She wrapped her arms around my bicep as we walked. “You have always been special, it’s something I quickly learned about you when you first fucked me.” She said in a sultry voice.

I chuckled deeply at her words, the vibration rumbling through my chest as her fingers traced the hard lines of my muscle beneath my boiled leather armour.

“Special, hm?” I growled low, turning my head to nip playfully at her earlobe. “You always did know how to stroke more than just my ego.”

“Oh, there’s something of yours I would like to stroke.” She smiled seductively.

We carried on, coming closer to our destination, to the place that the goblins were rumoured to be. I used my senses now, sniffing the air for the stink of goblins. I managed to pick up a smell, and we followed it.

We trenched through thickets and dense trees, climbing up a hill, and at the top were bushes of foliage. The stink of goblins became stronger, and we became more aware of our footsteps. Going low, using the bushes as cover, we inched forward. Using the top of the hill as a way to scout ahead, and as an advantage if using the high ground if we needed to.

That’s when we spotted them, down over a few hundred meters, were six goblins. They appeared to be standing guard, holding crude makeshift spears made of uneven wood, cheap iron or rough rocks acting as spear heads.

They were standing at attention at an entrance of a cave mouth in the side of a cliff face. That must be where the rest of the goblins were holed up, and these goblins here were acting as sentries. Inside may be the supposed goblin king, and it would soon meet its demise at my hands.

“Ready?” I whispered to Elle, as I drew my great-axe from the fastenings on my back.

“I am, my king.” Whispered back Elle, as she unsheathed the sword from her scabbard.