Spoils of victory

With the orcs defeated, we set up camp a few miles from the supply route. By the time the orcs would learn of the theft of their wagons, we would already be home at Luna Peak.

We set up tents and fires, wolvir were on watch so that we ourselves were not caught in an ambush. We made sure that the wagons of food were not to be eaten, keeping it for the wolvir back home, and to show the king our spoils of victory. Speaking of spoils, the women were divided among the wolvir to carry out their purpose that would have been for the orcs. The wolvir sexually interested in humanoids got to have their fun. Some were being taken openly for others to see, and some had been taken to the privacy of tents. I claimed the curvy elf for my own exclusive use.

We were in my tent, I was stood drinking an ale from a mug of our supplies, whilst the elf was on her knees and sucking my cock. She already accepted her place as my thrall as she willingly sucked and slurped on my large length. She made me groan, I was surprised at her oral skills. Her eyes looked up at me with a mixture of submission and detachment. She understood that her role was to please me, I didn’t even bother finding out her name.

I could hear the celebrations of the wolvir outside as they drank and shouted. I could hear the moans and the cries of the women as they got fucked by their new masters.

I wrapped my free hand in the chestnut locks of the elf, gripping tightly so I pulled on her scalp. She gave a sound around my cock. I pushed her head deeper to take more of my shaft, I heard the wet and sloppy noises as she gagged and tried to adapt to sucking on more of my big cock.

As I pulled her head deeper, her eyes began to water, and her gagging sounds grew louder, but she didn't try to pull away. I could feel her throat constricting around my cock, and her tongue frantically trying to keep up with the pace I was setting. I took another swig of ale, feeling the cool liquid slide down my throat, and then I focused on the elf's face. I wanted to coat it in my cum, have my scent attached to her, letting others know she was my thrall.

I withdrew my dick from her with a pop, she tried to chase it with her mouth.

I looked at her figure, she was the only curvy one among the rest of the slaves. I tugged at the clothing she had on, which was mostly tattered anyway. I ripped her attire apart, leaving her naked and kneeling before me. I barely exchanged a word with her, and the only time she kept her mouth shut was when she refused to speak. She had big tits, just how I like them, they looked just as big as Elle’s. Wide hips and a big ass, I wanted her on her hands and knees. I looked down toward her pussy to find a good amount of brown hair there, just to my preferences.

I **** her onto all fours on my bedroll. Her assets jiggled from the movements. I knelt behind her and nudged her legs wider apart to give me better access. She bent her head down low in submission. I spread open her fat cheeks, getting a whiff of her aroused pussy.

The horny bitch!

I pointed my slanted tip at her quivering entrance, I pushed my length inside, finally hearing her moan. She was warm, wet and tight. I enjoyed her pussy enveloping my large wolvir cock. Looking down, I had only inserted half of my dick, I pushed more forward, so all of my length was comfy inside her cunt. I grabbed her by the hips and started to fuck her from behind at a steady pace. Her moans became more frequent and louder as she felt me pound her wet snatch, I savoured the sounds she made.

I picked up the pace as I fucked her harder, the noise of wet slapping could be heard as I made contact with her big ass from my thrusting. Her moans had turned into shouts and screams as I took her deep and rough, I watched her cheeks ripple from my actions. I grabbed her hair, and pushed her head down so her cheek was pressed against my bedroll. She looked more submissive like this as I asserted my dominance over her.

“Do you like this big wolf cock fucking you bitch” she only gave guttural shouts. “Answer me, bitch!” I snarled I let go of her hair and smacked her fat ass, making it jiggle.

“Yes. I like getting fucked by your big wolf cock, master.” Her voice sounded sweet and vulgar at the same time, and I liked the sound of her calling me master.

“I’m going to fuck this pussy whenever I want.” I growled. “and you’re gonna take it, like a good bitch.”

“Yes, master. Fuck my pussy whenever you please. It’s yours to do with however you wish.”

As I thrust into her, I reached around and grabbed one of her tits, squeezing it firmly in my hand. She let out a loud moan as I did this, and I could feel her body begin to tremble beneath me. I leaned forward, my chest pressed against her back, and whispered in her ear, “You're going to carry my pups. That’s all you’re useful for now. A breeding bitch.”

As I whispered this in her ear, I could feel her body shudder in response. I continued to thrust into her, feeling her wetness coat my cock as I did so.

“I would be honoured to carry your pups, master.”

I reached down and wrapped my hand around her throat, not enough to **** her, but just enough to remind her of her submission. She moaned as I did this, her body trembling beneath me.

I could hear the sounds of pleasure coming from outside the tent, but my focus was on the curvy elf in front of me. I could feel my climax building, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I released myself inside of her.

My knot banged against her opening, demanding entry inside. I could feel my balls tense as I was about to climax. I shoved my knot inside, not caring for her well being. She cried out in a pain at being stretched by my swollen knot.

“Yes, master.” She whimpered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. “Knot me, master. Fill me with your seed.”

I growled, my dominance asserted as I felt my knot lock into place. I could feel her pussy tightening around my shaft, she was experiencing her own climax at being knotted by a wolvir. I released my load of spunk with a growl as it shot inside of the elf’s cunt, as she screamed in pleasure. My seed making a home in a new womb, in hopes of creating a pup and housing it inside. She should be honoured to be knotted and seeded by such a mighty wolvir.

“What’s your name bitch?” I ordered her.

As she took short and sharp breathes, she managed to speak out.

“Melantha.”