The Albino Wolvir

(Warning, this story thread features graphic scenes and depictions of ‘grape’, ****, mind break, **** and domination. This content will have heavier subjects as to my previous writings. If you feel uncomfortable with this, please do not read further. But if you are, then please enjoy. This is for fantasy purposes only, and I would never condone or encourage this behaviour or acts performed in this story.)

I am Hvitr, a mighty wolvir. I was cast out of the wolvir kingdom for being too much of a threat. The bastards in charge never saw my potential. So, myself and a number of other outcasted wolvir traveled south from Luna Peak to live the way we wanted. We took whatever we wanted, pillaging villages and selling thralls that we claimed. And I was the leader, my band, were known as the ‘Snow Raiders’. And the title I had gained, was the ‘White Wolf’, an infamous title created among the humans that we attacked.

I am also an albino wolvir, my fur as white as the snow from Luna Peak. My eyes are as red as blood. My muscles are big and defined, and I’m still very fast on my feet, being able to quickly close the distance between my enemies. I am ripped, with chiselled and ridged pectorals and abdominals. I have always been seen as the runt of the litter among my people, due to my appearance, but I have been a me to best my taunters.

My band and I had conquered a small village, killing most of the men, and the survivors made into thralls. The women were spared, to act as sex slaves. It was early morning, and I had the village chief’s daughter pinned on all fours beneath me in the ashes of her father’s partially destroyed home, her thighs spread wide as I rutted into her with the savage rhythm of a conqueror. Her whimpers were muffled by the screams of the village women outside . The stench of smoke and blood still clinging to my fur, her tears glistening like a weak winter sun against her flushed cheeks.

Her lithe form trembled beneath me, black hair matted with sweat and ashes clinging to her tear-streaked face and naked body. The firelight caught her sweat glistened figure, making her look more alluring from when I first claimed her. She arched against my claws digging into her hips, her pale breasts swaying with each brutal thrust, nipples hardened more by fear than cold. A jagged cut marred her full lower lip where she'd bitten through flesh to stifle screams, the coppery tang mixing with woodsmoke in my flaring nostrils. Even broken, the fire in her hazel eyes still burned - that spark of defiance I'd relish extinguishing.

I could hear my wolvir brethren were fucking the women outside, their savage grunts and groans mingling with the crackling of flames. The scent of sex and conquest filled the air, thick and intoxicating. The villagers had been reduced to little more than animals, their wills broken by our brutal dominance.

The thought of having such power over these weak humans made my cock throb with excitement.

I felt the girl beneath me tense up as she tried to resist my brutal thrusts. I growled low in my throat, warning her not to fight back. She whimpered softly, knowing that resistance was futile. My canine-like cock was huge and as red as my blood coloured eyes, with a slanted tip and a swollen knot at the base when I was erect. I thrusted my cock deep inside her, kissing her fertile womb with my cock’s tip, the contrast of her porcelain white skin and my angry red shaft pounding into her made me more aroused. Her body trembled as I reached down and roughly squeezed one of her breasts, pinching the nipple hard between my fingers.

“Please.” whispered brokenly, her voice hoarse from screaming and pleading. “Have mercy.” I smiled a sadistic grin, she was breaking.

“Don’t resist bitch!” I snarled.

I could feel her body tense up even more under me, but I didn’t care. She was mine now, and I would use her as I pleased. My thrusts became more brutal, my claws digging deeper into her hips as I pounded into her with all my strength. My knot smacking violently against her entrance, the tightness of her pussy was so exhilarating, I wasn’t sure how long I could last.

The girl let out a muffled cry, her head lolling back as I took her harder and faster. I could hear the sounds of my brethren fucking the other women outside, their moans and screams of unwanted pleasure filling the air. The scent of sex, sweat and fear hung heavy in the air.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” She whimpered.

“I’m going to knock you up, bitch! Make your belly fat with my bastard pup!” I growled triumphantly.

The girl’s face contorted in horror as she realised what I had said. “No, please! You can't do that to me!” She shrieked, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks.

I chuckled darkly, my amusement evident in my tone. “Oh, but I will. And when I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for me to keep your womb filled with my cum.”

She was in disbelief as I kept thrusting, nearing my climax, her eyes glazed over as she finally broke under my dominance, fully accepting her fate as a bitch who will carry a wolvir spawn in her womb.

I finally buried my knot deep, her scream tearing through the morning as my cock swelled to lock us together. “Take my seed!” I snarled against her ear, her panting came in ragged and heavy. Her throat then vibrated with a broken keen as my semen flooded her womb, hot and thick, branding her from the inside. I kept her impaled on my knot, fingers twisting in her hair to arch her back against my chest. I possessively grabbed her breast, making her moan. Outside, the chorus of grunting warriors and weeping women reached its crescendo - a symphony of subjugation that made my spent cock twitch with renewed interest. When I finally withdrew, a river of white spilled from her ruined cunt onto the ash-strewn floorboards. The village chief's daughter was now nothing more than a broken, used piece of flesh.

My second in charge, Kalo, enter the ruined house, and approached me, his muscles rippling beneath his fur, his muzzle caked in blood.

“Hvitr.” He said, bowing his head respectfully. “We have conquered this village, and the wolvir have had their fun with the bitches. What are your orders?”

I smiled, baring my fangs. I went outside to address the rest of my band. I could see women strewn about the village, most were naked or in a state of undress, with ripped and torn clothing. My wolvir gathered towards me, listening intently.

“Good job, my wolvirs. You have proven your loyalty and strength once again. We will pillage their resources, take the women back to our hideout and breed them, and make the surviving men our thrall and sell them. Our pack will grow stronger and more powerful.” I roared.

My voice echoed through the charred remains of the village, stirring up the ashes and smoke that still hung in the air. The other wolvirs around me howled in agreement and victorious yipping.

I turned back to the village chief’s daughter, who was still lying on the floor, a completely blank look on her face.

I stood over the broken girl, my chest heaving with exertion, and sneered down at her.

“What’s your name, bitch?” I growled, my voice dripping with malice. The girl, her face streaked with tears and dirt, looked up at me with empty eyes.

“E-Eira.” She stammered, her voice barely audible. I chuckled, a harsh, cruel laugh.

“Eira.” I repeated, rolling the name on my tongue, savouring it. “A pretty name, for a pretty bitch. You’re mine now Eira, my property. Your father is dead by my hand, and I will ensure you grow fat with my pup.” I said, hoping my words stung her. You’re only purpose now, is to worship my cock, do you understand.

She looked at me, a strange hint of a smile etched on her face, but her eyes were blank and emotionless, I had truly broken the mind of this bitch.

“Yes.” She whispered softly. “My only purpose, is to worship your cock, and bear your pups.”

I liked what I heard from her.

We gathered everything worth taking, and set off for our hideout, it was only an hours hike, the sounds of sobbing and wailing women accompanied us. Eira walked a slow and steady pace, and on occasion I had to push her to move faster.

The hideout was hidden well with natural foliage and vegetation, very hard to spot, and hard to follow our tracks leading there. I saw the opening of the cave mouth, and heading deeper inside the cave was my personal holdings.