Turndale

The next few days I prepared for my journey to Turndale. I would take a small retinue, and a caravan of goods, and gather even more on the way. I wanted my kingdom to prosper, and to do that, I needed more money, a steady flow of it. And I didn’t plan to hoard it like the previous king, but invest it, use it to build the kingdom into something that would be recognised as a superpower to other kingdoms, or the very least, a threat. I would be one step closer for wolvir domination.

The morning began with the familiar warmth of my thrall’s lips wrapping around me, her submissive eagerness a stark contrast to the iron will I would soon unleash upon Turndale. As she worked her mouth on my shaft, I could feel the power coursing through me, a reminder of the dominance I sought not just over my bitches, but across the lands.

Doe was the culprit to my my blowjob, her plump lips were sucking tightly around my length as she bobbed her head back and forth, her moans vibrated through me, causing more pleasure. Her figure had expanded slightly in the time of her servitude, she had gained more curves, to my satisfaction. I grabbed her chain, the metal clinked and jingled as I held onto it with a firm grip. With my other hand, I held the back of her head, and **** her to take my cock deeper, and into her throat. She gagged and struggled at first, but quickly adjusted. Her natural talent was a staple to why I enjoyed her blowjobs. Doe and Sylvie seemed to have the most talent when it came to sucking my cock, it was had to rate them both of who would be higher, so I settled to myself that they both took top spot equally. I grew more stimulated, and felt that her mouth would not suffice, but her pussy would.

I pulled her off my dick, she gasped for air and groaned. Her spittle dribbled down her chin and over my shaft, it was slick and coated in her saliva. I positioned her on the bed, her chain clinking in the process, she was now on her hands and knees, and she lowered her head submissively.

I gripped her hips and rubbed the slanted tip of my hard cock against her moist entrance.

“Fuck me, master.” She begged. “Fuck what’s yours.”

Everything will be mine!

I then plunged my full nine inches inside her, delving deep until my swollen knot smacked against her opening. Doe yelled out in pain and pleasure, she yelled louder with every inch that buried itself into her warm and wet vagina.

“You’re so deep, master.” She managed to whimper out.

I fucked her roughly, the sounds of my hips crashing against her behind filled my ears, and made small ripples on her cheeks. The speed of my thrusts increased, and I felt myself close to climaxing. Doe’s moans escaped from her mouth, and she announced she was about to cum. I pushed hard on my last thrust, ensuring my knot locked us together. Once she was now trapped, I unloaded my balls to flood her womb, making her thank me for my expenditure.

After I managed to dislodge from my thrall, I dressed myself in fine clothing befitting for a king. I decided to bring my queen along for the journey to Turndale, to make the correct impression for my eventual audience with the duke. I arranged to send word to the duke of my arrival to his holdings, and that I was bringing an offer and gifts. My thralls Melantha and Sylvie were also to accompany myself and my queen, to show that my culture practices in the use for slaves. This was to be an extension of my offer if he saw fit, or a warning of what would happen to him and his peasants, if he were to cross or anger me.

A few wagons were ready to take us to Turndale, two of the wagons contained goods, another had some thralls and wolvir warriors inside, and the last wagon was a carriage to accommodate me and my women. The ride there was relatively uneventful, guards were stationed around the wagon train, protecting my wares and myself and my entourage. To kill time, I would play dice games, converse with my warriors, or be sexually attended to by my thralls and queen.

I was sitting on the carriages seat, Sylvie and Elle had their dresses pulled down to reveal their chests for me, they were sucking and licking at my cock and furry balls. I had ordered Melantha to strip naked and sit next to me, as my other two women paid attention to my shaft, I sucked on Melantha’s big tits, her chain nestled in between her bountiful cleavage. My fingers fucked her pussy, eliciting sweet and addictive sounding moans. Her juices ran down my digits, making a wet sound as I teased her vagina walls. By the gods, she was soaked! And her nipples were erect and firm from arousal, her body smelled of pomegranate, even with the stench of wet twats, my senses were fine tuned to pick up the perfume, oils and body lotion that the women used on themselves.

Elle and Sylvie shared my cock, their tongues running up and down my red length, and bathing my balls with their mouths. The women’s moans were stimulating me, and I found it difficult to keep my animalistic instincts in check. I held off on taking them as long as I could, enjoying the edging of my release. My queen and Sylvie then rose themselves up a little, and pressed their tits together to envelop my huge cock. They then began to rub their breasts against my dick, giving me a double tit-job. I released my mouth from Melantha’s assets to get a good look. I couldn’t help but groan at the erotic sight, of these curvy bitches giggling as they surrounded my wolvir cock with large tit flesh. Their breasts were now moist and slick from their combined spittle that they previously coated my cock with, it now spread across their tits, making the scene before look even more arousing.

“I think our king likes this.” Teased Elle.

“I agree, his face and cock says it all.” Laughed Sylvie with a seductive tone.

The carriages rhythmic swaying matched the tempo of their movements as Elle and Sylvie's breasts slid along my throbbing shaft, their soft flesh glistening with sweat and saliva. Melantha's fingers clawed at the cushions beneath her, her back arching as my fingers plunged deeper, her choked whimpers blending with the lewd squelch of her soaked cunt.

“You'll ruin the carpets if you keep dripping like this.” I growled, twisting my fingers cruelly inside her as Sylvie's tongue flicked over my swollen tip.

Melantha's breath hitched as I curled my fingers, her pussy clenching around them like a vice.

“Master!” she gasped, her thighs trembling as I denied her release.

“Such a greedy bitch.” I chuckled darkly, withdrawing my slick fingers to smear her juices across her heaving breasts. The carriage hit a rut, jostling Elle’s grip on my cock as Sylvie's teeth grazed my shaft, a dangerous spark that made my balls tighten.

“Careful, slut.” I growled, fisting her hair to yank her mouth off me.

“I’m sorry, master.” She groaned. Her eyes were filled with lust, eager to wrap her lips around my cock. With a team effort, Sylvie and Elle went back to rubbing their tits against my dick, and occasionally taking turns sucking and licking it.

Melantha's frustrated whine turned to a shriek when I suddenly thrust three fingers back into her dripping cunt, the wet slap of my hand against her flesh drowned out by the creaking wheels.

Melantha's thighs quivered as I spread her legs wider, her cunt glistening with need.

“Beg for it.” I commanded, my voice rough with need, as Elle’s tongue swirled around the head of my cock. Melantha’s breath came in ragged gasps, her hips bucking against my restraining hand.

“Please, master. I need your cock splitting me open!” she cried, her nails digging into the cushions. With a feral grin, I pushed off Elle and Sylvie, and flipped Melantha onto all fours, the carriage’s wooden floor creaking as I mounted her from behind.

As I drove my cock into Melantha’s slick cunt, the carriage’s rhythmic jolts amplified the ferocity of each thrust. Her hands clawed at the wooden floor, her knuckles white with tension, while her ass jiggled with each brutal impact. Elle and Sylvie watched with hungry eyes, their breaths quickening as they shared a lascivious glance. The air was thick with the musk of sex and sweat, and the sound of Melantha's wet cunt taking my cock echoed through the carriage, mingling with the creaking of the wooden frame. My hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back onto my shaft with relentless ****.

As I continued to pound into Melantha, Elle and Sylvie came to each side of me, pressing their curvy bodies against me. Their large tits rubbed against my big biceps, their hands caressed my broad chest and defined abdominals.

“So masculine, a true alpha.” Whispered Elle in my ear.

Sylvie’s nails raked down my back as Elle bit my ear, their moans harmonising with Melantha’s broken sobs.

“Fuck her harder, master.” Sylvie purred, her hand snaking between Melantha’s thighs to rub furious circles on her clit. Melantha’s cunt spasmed around my cock, her scream of pleasure reverberated in the confines of the wagon as I hammered into her cervix, it smelled of wanton need from my primal conquest. I realised in these past times, whilst Melantba still kept her stoic and emotionless face when it came to performing her duties and tasks, when it came to me fucking her, her mask slipped to reveal more of her true self…a slut for my wolvir cock.

Her cunt gripped my cock as she experienced her orgasm, her juices splashed onto the floor as squirted from her pussy.

“Filthy bitch.” I snarled, spanking her ass crimson until my palm stung, watching her juices drip onto the polished oak beneath us.

I reached the finality of my edging, and came inside her, my seed expelling into her womb. Melantha followed suit and came again, in just a short time, showcasing how much of a whore she was for my dick. As the orgasmic tremors subsided, I pulled out of Melantha's dripping cunt, my cock leaving a trail of her juices on the floor. She collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily, her eyes glazed over with lust and submission. I turned to Elle and Sylvie, who were watching me intently, their own desire clearly evident.

“Present yourselves.” I growled, nodding towards them. Without hesitation, they bent over the cushioned seats, their large breasts bouncing enticingly as their fat asses pointed towards me. They hiked up their skirts, and dropped their panties to give me easy access to their wet cunts. I took turns in fucking them, their moans of pleasure reverberated from inside the carriage. I took pride in knowing that everyone outside could hear me as I satisfied all three of my women.

After another hour of riding, we had reached our destination. We rolled through the cobbled streets of Turndale, the locals gave us a suspicious look and took a wide berth from us. The town itself wasn’t as impressive as I was expecting, it had the essentials as goes for wares and shops. What interested me the most was gaining an audience with the duke, I easily found his small keep and proceeded my retinue to go there. I left the carriage, fastening up my pants as I left. I held a hand out for Elle, and she took it as I guided her down of the carriage steps. She adjusted her dress, smoothed down her skirts, and wiped her lips with her fingers and suckled them from the seed I had just spent in her mouth.

My retinue and I approached the entrance to the keep that had two guards standing to attention, their armour was made of fine steel and they held onto well crafted halberds.

“Who goes there?” Said one of the guards, looking me up and down looking intimidated.

“I am king Fen of the wolvir kingdom. I sent word to your duke, he should be expecting me.”

After some hushed words between each other, one of the guards went to send word of my arrival. After a few more minutes, the guard returned to inform me that I was expected by the duke and we were allowed inside.