The uprising

Sylvie’s lips were tightly wrapped around my cock, her silver haired head bobbing up and down as she gave me an incredible blowjob. I gripped her hair and guided her to seep throat me, the sounds of her gagging on my huge shaft filled my ears. She maintained her gag reflex and continued to pleasure me with her mouth, fondling my furry balls with her delicate hands.

I was sat on the edge of my bed and the dawn had just broken, Sylvie took it upon herself to start my morning by sucking my cock. I marvelled at the way my thick and red shaft disappeared into her warm and wet mouth, her moist lips refusing to let go. And the way her eyes glinted with lustful intent, staring at me like she hungered for more. The sensation was phenomenal, her attentive slurping and sucking, even the handling of my balls was something that very few women I had been with could master. She was only dressed in pale green lingerie, with silver stitchings. The thong she wore barely covered her ass as the string looked like it had nestled itself between her fat cheeks. I released my grip from her hair, and Sylvie pulled her mouth off my cock. A trail of spittle dripped from her lips and my dick was now slick with her saliva. She took some deep breaths and looked up at me with lustful eye.

“Can I ride you.” She begged.

She stood and I unclasped her bra, freeing her large tits for my view, then she pulled her thong down, letting it pool around her feet. Her exposed pussy let off an intoxicating and aroused aroma, it filled my nostrils, making my cock even harder and twitch in anticipation.

Sylvie quickly straddled me, her legs spread wide as she positioned herself over my erect cock. With one hand, she guided my shaft to her entrance, and with a deep breath, she lowered herself onto me. Her tight pussy engulfed my dick, and she let out a moan as she began to ride me. I leant onto my back and Sylvie rubbed at my broad chest, feeling the muscles beneath my fur. She bit her lip in wanton need as her hips moved in a rhythmic motion, each bucking movement pushing me deeper inside her. I held onto her hips as she continued to ride me, her large tits bounced with her motions, creating an erotic sight that was added with her face scrunched up in sexual satisfaction.

“Oh fuck, yes!” She yelled. “You’re so sexy Fen, I love your muscles!” She admired my pectorals and defined abdominals, her slender fingers tracing the ridges and taut muscles I have. She leans back slightly, using my strong thighs as support and bounces harder on me, her breasts wildly shaking from her fervent motions. My knot was threatening to enter her opening as she bounced with abandon, her pussy lips tried to greedily gobble up my shaft. The chain around her neck jingles a melody of submission, I watched it swing and sway as Sylvie humped her hips up and down my length. Although she was my thrall, she barely helped with the house work, her main duties was taking care of my cock with her talented lips. She was more like my bitch than a thrall, but her status was still beneath mine, and her uses was for my sexual gratification.

“I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum on this huge wolvir cock!” She shouted out. I felt her pussy contract around my shaft, constricting it firmly in a tight, wet and hot embrace. She screamed out in orgasmic bliss, her body shaking and spasming.

I wanted to be in control now. Gripping her firmly by the hips, I moved our bodies so that I was now on top of her. She yelped from the unexpected change in positions, her thighs instinctively spreading wider, and her legs hooking around my hips, locking herself in place, as her heels rested on my behind. I thrusted roughly into her, my knot banging against her entrance, I wasn’t far from cumming myself, when Sylvie announced she was going to climax again. Once she had cum again from my pounding, I thrusted hard to insert my knot into her, locking us in place. I then shot a load of my wolvir semen into her. I imagined what Sylvie would look like pregnant, wanting her to join my other bitches in being knocked up by a wolvir.

When I was able to dislodge myself from Sylvie’s pussy, I got myself dressed in preparation to meet my father. I left Sylvie in a post orgasmic bliss from our rutting, a hand resting on her forehead, and a satisfied smile etched on her face. I grinned as I saw my spunk leak from her cunt.

I was greeted in the kitchen by Doe, who was making breakfast for everyone. I didn’t have time to eat, saying my goodbyes to everyone as I made for the main door. I noticed that Kali and Bee had noticeable bumps at their bellies, Kali was massaging her swollen stomach with care, looking at it in wonder. She must feel fulfilled at carrying a warrior’s spawn in her womb, and would eventually give birth to a strong pup.

As I made to leave from my main door, my thrall Melantha stood by it and bowed at me as I exited. Walking through the streets to the barracks, I was met with different sights. Some were friendly wolvir, greeting and applauding me as I passed. Due to my involvement of the war, I became something of a celebrity among Luna Peak. But there were other wolvir that looked at me with disdain and annoyance. These wolvir were loyal to the king, and knew that I was not in favour with our liege, along with my father. I paid these wolvir no mind as I kept on route to see my father.

I found my father in his office looking troubled, his brow was furrowed as he seemed to stare absent minded lay into nothing. I cleared my throat audibly to let him know of my presence.

“Fenrin, my son.” He started. “I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?” I asked as I room a seat opposite him.

“The king suspects a coup, he has out rightly challenged me. Demanding that I know who it is that wants him out of power.” He began to tell me. “He is right of course, but his paranoia is putting our plans in jeopardy, and some of our allies in danger. He has arrested and put some wolvir he suspects in the dungeon. I have only avoided it myself due to my reasoning with humans to assure him I will find the culprit. Our time to strike will have to be sooner, rather than later, to avoid any unnecessary wolvir **** and bloodshed.”

“What would you have me do?” I said to him.

“Gather your whelps, instruct them to meet my forces in front of the great fire by daybreak tomorrow. In the meantime, prepare for the worst, and the possible resistance from loyalists.” Father told me.

I did as what was expected of me, keeping my orders to my whelps in a secret manner. Zandor listened carefully, understanding and acknowledging what was to happen. Once they maintained the information given to them, I dismissed them, making sure that they were to be in the best condition for the next morning.

The day wore on, but I didn’t expect what was to occur next. At home, as I was beginning to eat with my mate and bitches, I heard screaming and shouting from out of the open windows. It become more louder and frantic, then the smell of fire smoke came to my senses. Elle and the others looked worried at what was happening, and I quickly geared myself, weapon in hand. I told the women to lock and barricade the doors and windows, and not to let anyone except myself inside. With this, I left my home.

The streets were filled with wolvir fighting each other, some bodies littered the ground. A number of houses were engulfed in flame, black smoke billowing from them, filling the air with a burning stench. I don’t know what caused this, but I looked like Luna Peak had fallen into disarray, the worst it had ever been in. I made my way to the barracks, in hopes that my father was there. On the way I was met with opposition, some wolvir I recognised that were friend to the cause were being attacked, and one had been killed. A loyalist charged at me, screaming.

“For the king!”

I met his strike, deflecting him, and giving myself an opening to slash my great-ace across his abdomen, his guts spilling onto the ground. He dropped his weapon and tried to keep the rest of his intestines escaping, I swung my axe to make a killing blow.

“Let them go!” I snarled to the loyalists.

They howled with laughter and made the attempt to kill the wolvir they had at their mercy. I engaged them, there were three left. With my skill unmatched against theirs, I dispatched them, but they managed to kill another wolvir during the skirmish. I made sure the others were ok before carrying on with my task, riots and killing ensued as I reached the great fire towards the barracks. There I saw a sight that made my heart drop. A small battalion of the king’s guard had my father surrounded, he was in his knees, beaten and bloody. And on the steps toward the keep stood king Blaid.