The king’s audience

For the next couple of hours, I had ravaged my thrall, Doe, to exhaustion from my intense fucking. She lay panting heavily on my bed, semen stains had gotten onto the bedsheets, but most of my cum was on her. My sperm oozed out of her pussy, plastered on her face and tits, and she drooled an amount from her mouth. Her eyes were still red and puffy from crying, but now they seemed vacant, devoid of her previous defiance of my sexual advances. I had hopes that next time we engaged in our rutting, she would be more compliant and completely submissive to my big wolvir cock.

I gathered her chain and wrapped it around the bedpost for now. She made no movement or any other noise than her gentle breathing as I did this. I then went back to where all the other women were.

I found Elle in the kitchen as she watched Melantha clean the counters with a cloth.

“This thrall is compliant, she listens well.” Elle informed me. “And what about the other one?”

“She’s recovering on our bed, I gave her a fucking she’s unlikely to forget.”

“Hopefully you fucked some sense into her, a good thrall must listen to their master.” Said Elle.

Elle's expression remained stoic, but a hint of approval flickered in her eyes as she nodded. “I'll go check on her in a bit, make sure she's not too damaged.” She turned back to Melantha, who was still scrubbing the counters with a fervour that bordered on obsession. “You're doing a good job, Melantha. Keep it up and you might just become a valuable addition to this household.”

I bid everyone my departure and explained I needed to see my father. I left towards the barracks, this seemed to be my father’s second home, if not his first, as this was the first place to find him if I needed to see him.

Upon arriving in the yard, I could see the wagons lined up in a row. Wolvir were removing the food from the wagons and took them inside, it looked like I had arrived at the last moment to see the supplies being stored for later use. My father was overseeing the task, he gave approving nods as he saw the contents of the wagons.

“These wagons can be used for our own use now.” My father said as I approached him. “Hopefully the king will see that these supplies are worth more than riches.”

“What will you tell him?” I asked.

“That the information was wrong. He should rejoice at us killing some orcs and gathering food for the kingdom’s bellies.”

My father looked around and indicated for me to follow him to his personal chambers in the barracks. Once inside we seated ourselves and father divulged more of his plan.

“If we show that we have the good of the wolvir’s wellbeing in mind, they are more likely to follow someone that cares and understands them. The king is more interested in gold and jewels and fighting in wars that are needless. They can hurt our kingdom more than benefit, he has shown already how much his incompetence has harmed the wolvir. Once we have the support of the more common wolvir, and when I gain the trust of the other wolvir warriors, we can make our move for usurping the king.” My father explained to me.

“I’ll support you however I can. When the time comes I’m ready to fight.” I told him. He gave me a smile and held my shoulder.

“I know son. When this is all said and done. We will bring the wolvir kingdom to newfound glory. No other race will match our prowess and dynasty.”

After our conversation, father lead me to find the king at his holdings. We passed king’s guards and found ourselves in the throne room. The king sat upon his throne at the far end, the throne itself was made out of a shimmering black rock called obsidian. The material used to craft the throne had been colloquially named the obsidian throne. The king was a fatigued looking Wilbur with grey and matted fur all over his body. He was once a fit and able king, but now his muscles had faded and the tired and paranoid looking eyes stared at us as we made our way to him.

“I have been informed there were no riches from the supply wagons.” The king spoke to us in almost a croak and a shriek.

“No my king, the wagons had food inside which we could use to feed our army. And also it dealt a heavy blow to the orcs, as they eat more than we do, and the slain orcs will show our fighting superiority over them. This will damage their morale.” My father told the king.

“Hm.” The king grunted. “And how much more food can we trade for if it were riches inside. Ten times more I tell you. If we didn’t waste our men on this folly, it could have been spent somewhere more useful.” The king said.

“With all due respect my king-.” My father started.

“I sense no respect from you, commander. You only give me excuses.”

What was the king talking about. Father had explained the advantage of this skirmish. Yet the king wants to believe his own stories and plans to be correct and true.

“But my king.”

“Who is this wolvir with you, do you think I can be intimidated by him?” The king points at me.

“No my king, he is my son. He is one of the generals that procured the wagons for us.”

“He should have procured riches for me, not food that can easily be traded for.”

The king was stuck in this mindset of riches, and not understanding the importance of food for our kingdom.

“As I said my king. The-.” My father was interrupted yet again.

“I tire of this pointless talk. Leave me, before I set the king’s wrath upon you.

My father bows before he leaves, the king didn’t even notice this gesture, as hollow as it was. We left without uttering another word and came back to my father’s personal chambers in the barracks.