Revered from war

I rode my horse hard, making it gallop to its full extent without killing it from exhaustion. I didn’t keep track of time, but made sure that I arrived back home to Luna Peak as fast as possible.

The news of my mate going into labour had elated me with joy, hoping that Elle would have an easy birth and that also the pup would be born without complications.

I saw Luna Peak in the distance, it wouldn’t be long now until I made it to Elle.

As I passed through the main gates, I hurried to the shaman’s hut, expecting that would be where Elle was taken to give birth as most wolvir are taken to for birthing too.

When I entered the hut, the shaman’s assistant was there to greet me.

“Fenrin.” She said to me. “You’re on time. Your mate gave birth to your son a little under an hour ago.”

“Tell me of their health.” I demanded.

“They are both fine. The pup is strong and healthy. He is sound asleep, the shaman is looking over him. And your mate is resting in the next room with your son, she did well to give birth to a wolvir, many humans find it difficult to do so.”

I thanked the assistant and made my way into the next room. Elle was in a bed sleeping, she looked tired from the labour she had been through. Her red hair was slightly disheveled, and her skin damp with sweat, but she still looked beautiful. The shaman was hunched over a cot, busying himself with who I assumed was my child.

“Ah, Fenrin. Your mate and child are well. Come see.” The shaman pointed me towards the cot that he stood next to.

I looked in and saw a small wolvir pup, with black fur and highlighted red strands. His eyes were squeezed tight as he slept peacefully.

“He will be taken to the nursery soon.” The shaman told me.

This was part of the wolvir culture, for a new born wolvir pup to be taken to the nursery, where they will be cared and brought up in the correct manner befitting of a wolvir. My son would be brought up by pup guardians, these roles were mainly filled by female wolvir. These roles also tended to be wet nurses, to feed the new pups to grow strong for the future. An overseer was apart of the pup guardians, this was a male dominated role. These overseers would watch over all of the proceedings of the guardians, and they would also teach the pups on the history, culture and traditions of the wolvir.

Elle and I would be able to see our child, but he won’t be apart of our home for many years from now. This isolation from parents helped a wolvir rely on all members of the pack, to build a bond with other wolvir that they grow up with.

Elle’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze slowly focusing on me as I approached her side. She smiled weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You're here.” I nodded, I could see the exhaustion etched on her face, but her eyes sparkled with joy.

“Our son.” She murmured, her voice trembling. “He's... he's beautiful, isn't he?”

“He is.” I told her. “And he will become strong.”

“I named him Lukos, like we agreed.” Said Elle.

“Good.” I smiled.

“Can I hold him?” She asked. I looked to the shaman, he was understanding and bundled up the pup and handed him to Elle.

She cradled him with care and her eyes gleamed with happiness. I Lefant forward to passionately kiss her, and praised her for giving birth to our first born. I explained to her what would happen next, although she looked hesitant at first, she understood the ways of the wolvir.

“I will still get to see him?” She asked, looking for confirmation.

“Yes, you will still be able to see him. Let him know of who birthed him.” I told her. “He is the first of many.”

“I will gladly birth many pups for you, Fen.” Elle said in a submissive tone.

I grinned at the concept of fucking many pups into Elle, and to do the same to my other bitches and thralls. I wanted to see them all with swollen bellies, carrying my wolvir spawn in their wombs.

Elle was to rest here in the shamans hut until tomorrow when she would be able to return home. I told Elle of the end of the war, and she looked proud when I told her that I killed the orc chief.

“Well done. You should go celebrate with the others, I’ll be fine here.” Elle said to me.

“Are you sure?” I said.

“Yes, I’ll be fine. You need to celebrate your victory over the orcs, drink and have a good time.”

I left the hut to find my father had arrived with the rest of the warriors.

“We are to tell all of Luna Peak of the end of the war. Then we will celebrate in the tavern.” Father told me.

Once the news reached all of Luna Peak, the festivities came into full swing. With plenty of drink, the occasional brawl, and even rutting around the tavern. I drank many meads and spirits, the effects of the **** barely touched me, but instead, I felt drunk from power and victory. I was revered by my brethren, lauded as a champion of the wolvir from my victory and annihilation over the orc chief.

Kali and Bee were in the tavern too, celebrating with everyone. Bee wore a simple and cosy looking dress, to shield her from the cold weather of Luna Peak. Kali on the other hand opted for a different outfit. She wore a leather jerkin that was cut off at the bottom, showing her midriff, her brown skin barely covered from the top. This jerkin squeezed her large breasts together, making them look full and ample, and being on display for a deviant eye. Her pants were made of tight leather, and they accentuated her curvy rear end and hips. I could help but be drawn to her outfit and full figure, my erection was becoming hard to maintain.

At one point Kali came up to me and leaned in close to whisper in my ear, even with all the rowdy and rambunctious noises around, I still clearly heard her.

“Remember what I said some time ago, now that Elle has given birth, I need impregnating. Meet me in your room in an hour.”

The time flew by and I made my goodbyes to everyone as I left for home.

I reached my bedroom door, my hand on the handle, my heart beating in anticipation with what I would do with Kali. I opened the door and entered.