The nomad wolvir

(This story thread specifically follows the POV of a new protagonist. This story is still set in the world of the wolvir saga. Lore, culture and existing characters have not changed. And new, future and current story threads may eventually intertwine. Enjoy!)

My name is Storr, and I am a wondering wolvir…a nomad. I have travelled far to the east of the continent to the Emerald Coast, at the request of the commander of the elite warriors, Farex. Many, many moons had passed since I was tasked of coming in this area to seek out new ways for the wolvir kingdom to adapt against the war against the orcs. Tales and myths of great weapons and magic littered the Emerald Coast, and I was determined to find out if they were true, or false. I did all this for Farex, the greatest commander the elite warriors had seen in generations, now if only we had a more worthy king, then the wolvir kingdom could take their proper place as a nation to be feared and respected.

I was in a coastal town near the sea known as Fletchers End. It was a nice enough town, with the bare necessities of stores and service establishments. This town specialised in hunting and fishing, supplying food for neighbouring villages and towns. The Emerald Coast itself was overseen by a renowned and popular duke, who knew how to help the area prosper. I arrived here the previous night, camping in the outskirts as I usually do, ensuring I had the lay of the land and understanding of the town. I was following a lead about some magical weapon from the last village I found myself in. It was known as the ‘legend of the swift wind’. Apparently the one who wielded the weapon had a control of the winds, and could move faster than the strike lightning bolt. An elder in this town had more knowledge, and I needed to know if the legend was true, or another false lead to greater strength.

I asked around the local tavern, chatting and conversing with the locals. Some paid no mind that I was a wolvir, as they had all sorts of races passing through. I ate meats, cheese and drank flagons of beer with the townspeople, they were sociable and eager to hear more of my stories on the road. I learned the elder who knew more of the swift wind legend was hunting out in the woods, and expected to return on the morrow. I decided to stay for a while to get a chance to speak to him, and I was given directions to his home, so I knew where to go the next day. But right now, I had a hunger that food couldn’t fill, and a thirst that **** couldn’t quench.

“Say.” I said to one of the men I had been eating and drinking with, his name was Roger. “Do you know where I can spend the night, preferably with some… company?”

Roger understood instantly what I was hinting at.

“A good place to try is ‘Madam Tulip’s boudoir’. There you can spend the night with some…company.”

He told me where the brothel was situated, and as the day began to darken, the sun setting lower and hiding its bright rays from the lands, I came across the door I needed. The building itself was large, even larger than the tavern I was just in. I could hear the giggles and moans of women, the grunts and shouts of men. I could smell the sea salt nearby, and the deposits of semen that had no doubt fond many places to call home in this structure.

I knocked at the door with a heavy hand, the door rattling on the hinges as the loud thumps echoed around me. It was opened by a tall man with a shaved head, he looked me up and down then spoke.

“Looking to acquire our services?” He asked.

“Indeed.” I answered.

“I’ll need proof you can pay, don’t want you dumping them running. It’s policy.” He said to me.

“Of course, I understand.” I withdrew a sack of coins from my satchel, opening the drawstrings so the man could look inside the contents, and see the glinting of coins in the low light of the setting sun. “Will this suffice?”

He nodded. “It does.” He then stepped aside to let me inside. The scents and sounds become stronger and louder once I found myself inside.

“Carry on there, and the madam will help you with what you want.” He pointed to the end of the hall where counter stood, and an old woman leaned against looking towards me and the man by my side.

I approached the old woman and she greeted me with a smile.

“A wolvir, very rare we get your kind around here.” She said to me in a strained and tired voice. “Is it a human you want?” Her eyes looked at me inquisitively, as if expecting a different answer. She must have known what my tastes were already.

“It is. But I need a woman with curves, with a voluptuous figure. Your petite women wouldn't be able to handle what I have.” I told her.

“I bet.” She said, as if speaking from experience.

“I’ve got the perfect woman in hand. I’ll warn you, she’s never been with a wolvir before, but she has been with other monster-like races.” The madam explained. “It’s ten silver for the hour, thirty to spend the night.”

Expensive, I hope it would be worth the money I was about to spend. As I f she had read my mind, she reassure me.

“Don’t worry, I know the cost is a little more exuberant than your average brothel, but the services we give are second to none.” She assured me. “After tonight, you’ll find it hard to leave.” She laughed.

The madam left to arrange my whore for the night, upon returning, she asked for me to leave my weapon for safe keeping, and as an added promise that I wouldn’t be able to harm anyone with it. I agreed and handed her my two-handed maul, it was a reliable weapon that was easy world and swing due my immense strength. It was also easy to kill my foes with it, crushing bones and skulls with no issue. With help from the bald man at the door, my maul was dragged it to a safe room under lock and key. The madam then directed me to private room where the woman I would spend the night with awaited me to enter.

As I went inside, I saw the woman lying in the bed. She had curves in all the right places, with large full tits, wide hips, thick thighs, and I bet she had a big ass. Her voluptuous body was encased in some skimpy lingerie, that hugged her and acted like a second skin, she looked very fuckable. She had long flowing brown hair, and a cute and innocent face.

She looked intimidated by my large stature, as she sucked in her lips nervously at the sight of me.

Hello miss, aren’t you a beauty.” I said to her in my gravelly tone in an attempt to soothe her. “My name is Storr, what can I call you?”

“Angel.” She said, her voice cracking slightly.

It was a pseudonym of course, but it fit her perfectly.

“A fitting name for an exquisite creature such as yourself.” I said to her. She smiled, and began to relax in my presence.

“Are you ready?” I asked Angel.

“Yes.” She spoke. “I’m ready.” She posed seductively on the bed, making me want her more.

I stripped myself of my clothing and armour, to reveal my naked body to her. I have a stocky and husky frame, with large muscles that were covered with my dark brown fur. I was built for strength, and was taller than the average wolvir. Angel looked at my disrobing with interest and wanton curiosity, she was enjoying this. The moment that made her gasp out loud was when I allowed my cock to swell out of my sheath. Her eyes opened wider in wonder, as they seemed transfixed on my organ. My canine-like cock is huge, red in colour, with a slanted tip at the end of it, and a large knot at the base.

“You’re so big!” She gulped.

“I know.” I said proudly. “Only full-figured women like yourself can take this cock.”

She smiled mischievously, the nerves all but ebbed away. “Aren’t a lucky girl?” She teased.

“And I’m a lucky wolvir.”

She got up from lying in the bed and swayed her wide hip as she sauntered to me. She caressed my large muscles, my bulky chest, huge biceps. She swooned at the size of my physique. Angel then lowered herself onto her knees, facing my huge, girthy and rigid cock. She took hold of it, gasping at the heat and slick feeling of it. Angel slowly stroked me, then opened her mouth to envelop my cock. She didn’t waste any time in fervidly sucking on my shaft, she did her best to take my full length, but I was big. Not many women had managed to swallow my shear size, but Angel seemed determined to be apart of the group of women that had. She gagged violently on my dick, slowly making progress, the pleasure I felt from her was indescribable. I grabbed at her hair, aiding her to take more of me as I deep-throated her. She then achieved that little women ever had, and took the entire length in her throat, her lips grazing my swollen knot. I kept her there as she struggled to breathe, enjoying the hot tightness of her throat. I released my grip and she slowly pulled her head back to dislodge her mouth off my cock.

She coughed and spluttered as drool and spittle ran down her chin and over my dick, further coating it with her saliva.

“Enough foreplay.” I growled. “I want that pussy!”

Still kneeling, she reached behind her bra to relaxes her huge tits. They were big and full, like ripe and delicious fruit. They jiggled as she moved onto her feet, and assumed the position of being on all fours on the bed. Good girl, she knew how I wanted her.

I reached to her skimpy and thin thong, and ripped it clean off her body. She gave a small scream at the unexpected action I made, but quickly gained composure, opening her knees wider, and taking her head lower. She did indeed have a big ass, the cheeks jiggled enticingly like her breasts. She bounced her ass up and down to create a ripple effect, making her look delectable.

I mounted her, rubbing my slanted tip against her moist and quivering pussy, her labia lips were almost blossoming open for me, eager to be taken by my large wolvir cock. Gripping her wide hips firmly, I slowly pushed my shaft inside her, Angel couldn’t keep quiet, as her loud moans of pain and pleasure reverberated in the room. I kept pushing until, my knot banged against her entrance, it felt like the tip of my penis had even entered her womb.

“You are so fucking big!” She groaned.

“Biggest cock you’ve ever had?” I grinned.

“Oh god, yes!” She confessed.

“Get ready, it’s only going to get better from here.” I gloated.

I started slow at first, building up to a steady rhythm, illicit g moans from Angel with each thrust back into her. She could barely make out words as I pounded her from behind. I felt like we had been at it for an hour, and I felt her cum multiple times, and praising at my stamina and technique. She was wet and tight, an eager pussy craving wolvir cock, I would be amiss to let this pussy when morning came. Her chubby ass cheeks jiggled with each hard thrust I gave her, the sight was intoxicating, along with the insurmountable pleasure of her cunt.

I finally felt the familiar tensing feeling in my balls.

“I’m about to cum, bitch.” I called her in the heat of the moment, as most wolvir saw the woman they were fucking as their bicycle. She didn’t mind the words I used that was seen as an insult in human culture.

“Oh fuck, yes Storr. Please cum in me!” She begged.

“You want a pup inside your belly, bitch?” I teased.

“I don’t fucking care, I just want your cum in me!” She pleaded.

I obliged and spurted a heavy load I had stored in my balls from a lack of sex the past couple of days. I howled at my release, and Angel climaxed again when she felt her womb flooded with wolvir sperm.

I pulled out of her, my cock was sticky and wet from her juices. I pointed my still hard shaft at her face, not giving her time to recover.

I had paid for her for the whole night, so I wanted my moneys worth, no relaxing until I was completely satisfied. And I felt like I wouldn’t be satisfied until the morning.

“Clean it, bitch.” I growled. She understood and got to work on my cock with her mouth, sucking and slurping her love juices clean off my dick.

“The night is still young, I hope you’re ready.”

She was breathing heavily after her moth let go of my shaft with a pop. We had already worked up a sweat, her fat tits glistened and gleamed with perspiration.

“I’m ready for more of your huge wolf cock.” She purred to me, with half closed eyes.

I spent the entire night ficking Angel in various positions, she rode me like a pony. I drove my cock into her, with her legs high in the air. I watched her ass as she had her back turned to me and bounced on my shaft. I felt the warm embrace of her udder like breast wrapped around my length. I even got a taste of her sweet and tangy pussy.

When morning broke, I left Angel spread-eagled on the bed, cum oozing out of her orifices, and plastered on her body. She looked drunk and out of it. I thanked the madam at the desk before leaving, and I hoped to return again. Now I continued to the task of finding the elder, to find out more of the ‘legend of the swift wind’.