Mounting Up and Giving Names

(This chapter has been edited and expanded by the author)

Jerry tore through the first two dire wolves turning the feral beasts into chunks of blood, fur, and bone. His hurricane kick impacted the monsters with overwhelming ****, tearing their bodies to pieces. The monsters were ripped apart. The other three dire wolves managed to dodge a direct hit, but were struck by the shock wave and knocked back. Two of the monstrous beasts ran off whimpering with their tails between their legs. The third tried to escape with its pack mates, but Jerry flash stepped to cut off the monster's escape. Jerry grabbed the dire wolf by its tail. The enormous beast yelped in surprise and turned to eviscerate the human that had so offended it. Jerry smacked the canine in its snout once, twice, thrice. On the third blow, Jerry cast Bind Monster on the dire wolf.

The creature cried out as purple runes began to burn across the monster's body. The dire wolf whimpered and rolled onto its back. Jerry scratched the wolf's belly as he watched the elf and orc fighting off the other four monsters.

Titania and the orc did not seem to notice that their gear had been upgraded. As far as the pair were concerned, they had been armed and armored with master crafted artifacts. Perhaps if they had thought about it, they might have noticed the strangeness of the situation and wonder why they could not remember ever receiving such equipment, but their thoughts were preoccupied with not becoming wolf food.

Two of the wolves leapt to maul the elf girl but found themselves smashing into the orc's mithril shield, their snarling jaws frothing with rage and hunger. The gemstones adorning the orc warriors body pulsed with magic as they embued their wearer with their power. The dire wolves were overwhelmed by the onslaught of magical power as they simultaneously suffered from dozens of different kinds of damage this world had to offer. The dire wolves were burned, frozen, drowned, shocked, blinded, stunned, warped, terrified, saddened, and drained of health and mana to name a few of the agonies the monsters suffered the moment the orc inflicted damage upon them. Had they been struck with an ordinary mace, the two monsters would have been obliterated. Instead, the dire wolves howled in agony and despair as they imploded into a swirling vortex that twisted them from gigantic canines into a man and a woman with tails, pointed, fluffy ears, and in the case of the male, a chest full of thick fur. Around their necks and on stomachs was printed the runic inscriptions marking them as bound under The **** Codes.

Titania drew back the nigh invisible thread of her bow's string, as the bow was drawn, an arrow of purple hardlight wove itself out of threads of magic. The elf ranger lined up a shot struck one of the dire wolves square in the chest. The arrow pierced the wolf and began to crackle with purple lightning as tendrils of energy wrapped themselves around the panicking canine and pulled the monster in on itself. Titania pulled the enchanted bow apart, separating the weapon into a pair of curved enchanted swords, and in a singular fluid motion slashed the monster with her right hand blade then stabbed the charging dire wolf with her left. The creature let out a yelp as it was cut in two. Blood spattered everywhere yet unable to touch the two ladies, their enchantments repelling the gore from their mostly naked skin. Titania spotted the two dire wolves retreating and reassembled her bow. Jerry watched as the ginger elf girl shot an arrow that pierced the retreating monster through and through. Jerry could not blink as the arrow grabbed the horse sized canine with tendrils of magic and pulled the creature into a swirl vortex that shrank down and solidified itself into a trading card shaped prison.

Titania prepared to shoot the last retreating dire wolf, but the wild monster retreated into the heavy underbrush and disappeared into the deep woods. The elf ranger brushed herself off before she proceeded to cut into the remains of the dire wolf she had killed and removed a nodule the size of a potato from the monster's remains. As she did so, the dire wolf's body dissolved into dust and vapor.

"Would my master like me to gather the monster cores of the dead wolf monsters while you inspect your newest slaves?" The orc warrior asked.

Jerry noticed that his HAREM menu was highlighted and upon inspecting updated listings, three new listings were on the menu.

Female direwolf #1: level 7*. Bound. Enthusiastic. Mana generation +7. Prayer Power +14.
Female direwolf #2: level 5*. Bound. Defiant. Mana generation +5. Prayer Power +10.
Male direwolf: level 6*. Bound. Anxious. Mana generation +6. Prayer Power +12.

As Jerry moved his cursor over the different names, he saw the ethereal leash leading from their neck to his hand highlighted and their distance away from him indicated. Jerry highlighted all three of his new pet dire wolves and discovered a list of basic commands, one of which was "present for inspection." Jerry clicked it.

The two dire wolves in humanoid form seamlessly shifted to their original canine shape, now looking bigger, leaner, and stronger than before their capture and trotted to the side of the third dire wolf. The three wolves sat panting before simultaneously turning around and presenting their rears towards Jerry. The monsters then turned around to face Jerry before the trio shifted into their much smaller humanoid forms.

They could have passed as models coming off the job for some exotic photoshoot involving high end makeup and animatronic prosthetics. But a close inspection of their tails, claws, ears, eyes, and in the case of the man, furry chest, proved to Jerry that these creatures were not human.

"""Master.""" They said in unison. """We belong to you."""

"It is my pleasure to live and die for you." said the wolf man.

"Thank you for making me yours." said the dire wolf as she fluttered her eye lashes at her human owner. Jerry recognized this **** bitch as being the one he had bound personally.

The third dire wolf gave Jerry a glare of petulance. After an extended silence, the she-wolf said "I know. Just because I know what I am and what I have to do does not mean I have to like it." The runes around the **** bitch's throat began to glow. The humanoid wolf girl bit her lip and stifled her tears.

"That one is an uppity little bitch." said Titania. The elf ranger walked towards Jerry with the two dire wolf males that the elf ranger had bound with her magic arrows of enslavement in tow on their enchanted leashes. "They can get like this sometimes when you **** them to abandon their brood." The look of surprise on the she-wolf's very human face told Jerry that Titania's assessment was accurate. "She probably wanted to break our arms and legs before dragging us back to their lair alive so that her cubs could practice their killing. Am I wrong, ****?"

"No, good mistress, you are correct. I was looking forward to watching my cubs tear out your throats." The dire wolf woman said matter of factly. "That was the old me. This me understands that her first priority has to be her owner." The dire wolf tried and failed to hold back her tears. "Sorry, I guess being good is not always easy."

"When my parents had to deal with a freshly caught **** that showed this kind of uppityness, My mom would hang them by their feet with a dung bag over their heads and thrash them with a shock crop. Dad was more compassionate, he just fucked them into compliance." said bikini clad elf with a shrug of her shoulders. The she wolf recoiled in horror, the runic bindings flared and pulled the rebellious **** back in line. Titania laughed at the monster's futile struggles against the divine magicks that now restrained her. "Go on." said Titania to Jerry. "She will thank you for it later." Titania assured Jerry.

"I don't want to **** anyone." said Jerry.

"Don't be silly." said Titania. "You cannot **** your **** any more than you can **** your hand." Titania tugged on the enchanted leashes in her hand, causing the two wolf hounds to stumble into her arms. "The bond between Master and **** a holy sacrament, a manifestation of Divine will. Those that you own are an extension of who you are as a person. They only exist for our use and enjoyment."

Jerry looked at the trio of enslaved monsters on their knees. "Is what she said true?"

"""Yes, Master.""" They all said.

"I am yours, completely." said the first dire wolf female, batting her eye lashes at her owner.

"Being a good **** means being willing to do whatever my owner wants me to do." said the male dire wolf, tail wagging.

The uppity dire wolf bitch looked like she had been caught in a trap. "I. I don't not want you to fuck me like the bitch that I am." The **** looked surprised at the words she had spoken. "That is. I mean. If you wanted to push me down into this dirt and use your cock to remind me who dominates who, I would not be able to do anything about it."

Jerry barely hesitated. He grabbed the defiant bitch by her neck and pushed her into the dirt. At the same time, Jerry used his HUD to wordlessly command his male dire wolf to shape shift back into its monster form and go on patrol. As the horse sized wolf hound trotted off, Jerry pulled the other wolf bitch into his arms. Jerry got behind the **** labeled in his HUD as 'female dire wolf #2' while pulling his penis out of his pants. Jerry took the hand of 'female dire wolf #1' and gently but firmly directed her in the proper way to stroke her master's cock.

The **** felt the hand slapping her rear moments before she felt him inside of her warm, wet, sex. The she-wolf yelped and howled as she felt the human's cock inside of her. Part of her wanted to resist. The smallest remnant of what she had been screamed at her to claw this human's eyes out and eat his heart. That voice was drowned out by the part of her that reminded her that being a good **** feels good, that resistance was futile, agony and damnation awaited those who disappointed their gods' anointed owner.

"Oh yeah. Fuck me, fuck me Master. Fuck your ****. Harder. Oh gods, fuck this naughty bitch." Jerry heard the dire wolf say. As Jerry's pelvis thrust down on one ****, his tongue explored the mouth of another. The dire wolf let out a soft moan of carnal pleasure as she shared a moment of intimate affection with the man who had domesticated her, the man to whom her very soul belonged. From the moment he had cast his spell on her, transforming her from a creature of Kaos a **** to the gods. Now this man who could do whatever he wanted with her, was choosing to kiss her.

As the dire wolves were being thoroughly inspected, the orc **** warrior was rifling through the remains of the dead dire wolves. The green skinned warrior woman was up to her elbows in wolf innards looking for the nodule which contained the creature's essence. After some time rifling around the remains, the orc was happy to hold the two monster cores in her hands and watch the monster corpses get blown away in the wind. As insubstantial as dust and smoke.

When the orc **** saw her Master humping one dire wolf bitch while he kissed another while toying with her nipple, she started to feel flustered with multiple feelings, jealousy being only the second strongest. The woman reached between her legs, reasoning that Master had not told her not to touch herself while she watched him enjoy himself with his other chattel.

Jerry felt embarrassed by the noise he made when cumming, a primordial groan of pent up lust and years of repressed instincts released all at once in a moment of self-indulgent dominance. Jerry yanked on the ****'s ethereal leash to grab the wolf by her throat. Jerry gently pinched the carotid arteries on the side of the monster girl's neck as he emptied the contents of his balls into her womb.

The dire wolf bitch was embarrassed by the noise she made when cumming, a scream of unadulterated pleasure. In that moment of climax, she felt pure contentment in being a ****. The dire wolf bitch forgot about everything but her Master. She thought for a moment as her body shuddered with orgasm that she could feel, through the enchanted bindings that connected her to her owner, the touch of the gods. "Oh. Master." said dire wolf bitch #2. "Thank you. Thank you. Oh gods. Thank you for making me your fuck ****."

"Told you." said Titania. The elf ranger was sitting on the back of one **** hound while the other stood and acted as a back support as she watched Jerry.

Jerry's face turned beet red when he realized that he had an audience. He hurried to straighten himself up, waited for one of them to say something, and when he realized neither of them thought there was the slightest thing odd about what he had just done, Jerry chose to attempt to act normal and act like nothing had happened.

Jerry saw his orc warrior woman holding the pair shriveled meaty looking seed like nodules. Jerry took the alien feeling objects that Jerry surmised was what counted as loot in this world.

"Good work, ****." Jerry brushed her hair from her face. It seemed silly to keep thinking of her as 'that adorable orc warrior woman that I own' and in that moment, Jerry had no desire to part with the emerald skinned beauty he had found himself possessing. "Your name is Bellanna."

"Thank you. Master." said the newly named orc woman, the green skin of her cheeks burning bright red. A soft moan escaped the ****'s lips. "I will live up to it." Jerry toyed with the woman's enchanted nipple piercings and watched as her breathing began to grow heavy.

Before Jerry could take things further, Titania stood up and wordlessly commanded her dire wolf hounds to shift into the monster forms. "These wolves should be able to provide us with a scout screen until we get to Stoneford." The elf ranger scratched the heads of the dire wolves, the two monstrous canines wagged their tails and painted happily with their tongues lobbed out. "If we only had some saddles and harnesses. Riding would make the trip that much faster and easier.

Jerry smirked. "As it happens..."

***

A bullshit explanation involving a game of cards and a few minutes later. Jerry was galloping through the deep woods on the back of dire wolf with Bellanna gripping onto him from behind. Jerry rested his head between the orc woman's enormous breasts as he raced to keep up with Titania. The lighter elf woman sitting alone on the larger and stronger dire wolf would have had no trouble leaving her traveling companion and his greenskin in the wind. The elf ranger had to refrain herself from taking off at full speed to feel the rush of the wind and discover just how powerful was the monster between her legs that Titania was riding.

The other three dire wolves rode out ahead, scouting for any threats and guiding their owners around dangers and onto the fastest route to their destination. The pair of adventurers, and their chattel followers, boldly traversed the dangers of the orcwood towards the great free city that was Stoneford.