The drop-off

The wagon moved at a steady pace, the captured women from Timberfell were stored inside as we made our way to meet the dwarves. I rode on a strong and burly horse that could carry the size of a wolvir. Sylvie was nestled close in front of me as she rode with me on my horse, her curvy body was pressed up close to mine. My big arms encircled her as I took control of the reins, the back of her head rested against my chest, I could take in the scent of her silver hair from here. The collar to signify being a thrall was around her neck, with a short chain attached, acting as a leash. The clinking of metal could be heard as we travelled towards the drop-off point for the dwarves.

“So, I’m your thrall now.” Sylvie spoke as she played at the collar with a delicate finger. “And that means I won’t be handed to the dwarves like the other women?”

“That’s right.” I told her. “Unless you want to be”

“No. I don’t want that. I much prefer being in your company.” She said. “But everything you said back in Timberfell, will the dwarves mistreat the women?”

“It’s up to them, the women will belong to the dwarves soon enough.” I said. “Does that upset you? Your neighbours being given to the dwarves like property.”

She was silent for some time before she spoke again.

“I thought about it. And to be honest, it no longer concerns me. I guess, I can only hope that they will be treated like how I am with you.” She said.

“Oh? Are you saying I treat you well?” I whispered in her ear.

“Yes. From what you did to me in your tent. I would say you treated me very well.” She teased.

“I’m surprised you’ve taken to me so eagerly, most thralls take time to be broken in and submit to their masters, unless you were already broken before.” I say to her.

“Have you broken many thralls in, for your sexual pleasure?”

“I have a few back home. And I also have bitches. And even a mate.” I tell her.

“Bitches and a mate?” She asks.

“Yes. Women that aren’t enslaved to me, and are free, but I fuck them all the same. And my mate is someone who is in your culture, married to me.”

“I never knew that, in my stories, your kind just have slaves.” She tells me.

“What stories are these?” I ask. She blushes and drops her head to try and hide her embarrassment.

“They are…naughty stories.” She manages to whisper.

“Naughty. How naughty?”

“In truth, they are more filthy, than naughty. They are fictional stories of lovemaking, well…more like fucking.” She tells me in a small voice.

“Tell me more.” My ears have pricked up with interest.

“People write about sexual encounters, and go into lewd detail of having sex.” She estates to explain. “But I enjoy reading the really vulgar and depraved stories.”

“Is it about a man fucking a woman and making her his slut?” I quizzed. She turned her head to me, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

“No, they are about a beastman fucking a woman, and making her his bitch.” Said Sylvie. “A particular one I had and liked to read, was about a wolvir, raiding an unsuspecting seaside village. He took her in the middle of the village for all to see, and made her his sex ****. He took her back to his home, and would fuck her every night. She tried to resist, but she was too weak to go against his pure strength. She eventually accepted her role, and would willingly get fucked by him, and even seek his approval and to have sex from him. She knew her role was to be his plaything and to be impregnated with a bastard pup.”

The way that Sylvie told the story was starting to turn me on. I kept one hand on the rein and with my other hand, I started to fondle one of Sylvie’s big tits through her dress. Sylvie moaned at my touch as I felt the softness and weight of her breast.

“That sounds like a story I want to read.” I growled in her ear, making her moan harder.

“I would be glad to show it to you…master.” She purred.

“Have you always had a thing for beastmen?” I ask her.

“I like the taboo nature of things, I’m quite twisted, deep down. I get off on erotic couplings between a human woman and someone of a different race. And since experiencing getting fucked by you, I have to say that you’ve pushed me into the decision of only wanting wolvir cock inside me.” She panted out.

I reached down towards her crotch and pressed my fingers against it, I lifted her dress up slightly to delve my hand underneath. I could feel her cotton panties, that now were beginning to feel damp with arousal. I rubbed my fingers in a circular motion, teasing her clit through her underwear. Her groans intensified as I started to turn her on even more.

“When I get you back to my home, you’ll be wearing something sexier than these plain panties.” I tell her.

“What would you have me wear?” She asks me, her breaths coming in quicker and sharper.

“If I could, you’d wear nothing at all, bitch. But it’s too cold where I am from for you to do that and survive. But I will have you wear sexy lingerie under a figure hugging dress. I will have you flaunt your curves whilst wearing this thrall collar, so everyone will know that you’re mine. They will be jealous from looking at your body, knowing I am fucking whenever I please.” I tell her in a low rumbling voice.

“Will you fuck me every night, like in my stories?” Her voice gasped out, almost in a begging tone.

“I have quite a few woman that crave my cock, you may have to wait from time to time.”

She moans put in desperation. “I don’t know if I could miss a night without you inside me. You’re to blame from the fucking you gave me last night and this morning, I think I’m addicted to you now.”

“If you’re a good thrall, and you do as your told, I may let you become my bitch instead. There are more benefits to being my bitch. But you need to do as I command, and you may not have my cock in you every night.” I growl in her ear. “I will fuck you, when I want you. Do you understand?”

I could feel her wet pussy through her panties, her moaning sound like sweet music to me. Her hand reached up and over her shoulder to grip my fur, she was close to cumming from my teasing.

“Yes… I’m yours. I will obey you, and wait for you.” She was panting out in lewd breaths. “But to let you know, master. You can do anything to me…and I mean anything.”

*

It took us an hour to ride to meet the dwarves, they were standing at attention, ready for our arrival. I was riding in front my whelps, Sylvie was still saddled with me, the wagon filled with the Timberfell women behind me. The dwarves smiled as they saw me coming closer and at the sight of my thrall.

“Greetings.” I bellowed. “I have something for you, Grimbold.”

I gestured to my second in command, Zandor. He went to the back of the wagon and pulled out the daughter of the mayor, Sophia. As Zandor dragged her towards the dwarves, she weakly hit my whelp with no effect on him, her eyes started to brim with tears.

“You can’t do this!” She screamed. “I am…”

“No one cares.” Said Zandor, shutting her up. He then presented her to Grimbold by shoving her to the ground in her hands and knees. Grimbold looked over her and gave a satisfied smile and nod.

“Yes. She’s exactly who I wanted.” He continues firmed with a gleeful expression.

“There are more women in the wagon.” I told him. “All of them are for you and your men.”

“And I am guessing the woman on your horse is the one you’ve claimed?” Grimbold asked me.

“She is.” I simply said.

“Shame.” Grimbold said. “I like her silver hair. She would have gone nicely with this one’s golden hair.” He chuckled as he talked about the Sophia.

“Please…” she begged.

Grimbold knelt down to her level, looking her in the eyes as he spoke.

“It’s easier if you just accept your fate now, little one. I’m going to fuck you raw, and I don’t care if you like it or not.”

Sophia started streaming tears down her face and sobbed uncontrollably. Grimbold ordered his men to have her to be bound and ready to travel back to the Ganite mountains.

The rest of the women were being brought out to be handed to the dwarves, most of the women were crying as they understood what awaited them with their new captors.

Grimbold handed me a sealed and rolled up parchment.

“The deal is done. This is for your father, we will no longer aid the orcs. Our terms are in that document. Pleasure doing business with you, Fenrin.”

“I will give this to my father immediately, and you’re welcome.” I said to Grimbold.

We watched the dwarves depart with their new slaves, trudging along in the snow as the women were bound and some gagged as they were pulled along by the stubby but muscular dwarves.

“I can’t wait to get you back to my home, you will love Luna Peak.” I whispered into Sylvie’s ear.

“What I can’t wait for, is to be in your bed, and that big wolvir cock in my pussy.” She whimpered lewdly.