Turning of the tide

When we arrived in Luna Peak, I went straight to my father with Sylvie in tow. As we walked into the barracks, I held my chain to Sylvia’s collar loosely, knowing she would not run or resist. I still needed to make appearances that Sylvia was my thrall and mine alone.

I found my father in the training yard as he instructed new recruits, his harsh but fair words rang out over the grounds.

“Keep that guard up! Attack when you see the opening, just like I demonstrated!” He barked out.

My father saw me approaching and stopped his input in the training.

“Keep going, but do t think I won’t be watching!” He then greeted me. “Fenrin, what word have you to give me.” He eyed Sylvie as I lightly dragged her.

“We were successful father. The dwarves are to honour the deal. And, I have my spoils from the raid.” I told him.

“Another one.” He chuckled. “You’re building up quite the collection of bitches. Soon you’ll need a place to house them all.” He laughed at his own joke.

“This is also for you.” I said and handed him the rolled up parchment, father took it and opened it to read.

“Good.” He said after he finished reading. “This ensures our deal.”

“What is our next move?” I ask him.

“We will build our defences and claim any territory possible without engaging in a full battle or siege. Once their supplies start to run low, that is when we hit key positions, strongholds and camps. We will tear down their strongest forts, and kill their most capable warriors, and with that, we will impact their morale. We can turn the tide of war in our favour, and maybe have less resistance in the upcoming battles.” Father explained to me.

“When will you need me?” I say.

“In the morning. We will start our next step in the plan then.”

After leaving my father, I took Sylvie with me to my home, explaining on the way my living situation. She wasn’t surprised I had so many bitches and thralls, she expected someone of my kind to be in an abundance of willing women for my pleasure.

Upon entering my home, I was greeted by my bitches and and heavily pregnant mate. Elle’s belly was so swollen, it could be any day that she would go into labour. Melantha stood dutifully at the door and bowed her head to me.

“Welcome home, master. I am glad you are safe and well.” She said in her same monotone voice.

Doe was busy cleaning and gave me a quick bow of acknowledgment and returned to her chores.

“Fen. You’re back. And who is this?” Elle asked me.

Kali and Bee looked over Sylvie with inquisitive eyes, they seemed to admire her figure and beauty.

“She’s a looker, isn’t she?” Said Kali.

“I agree, Kali. Her hair is definitely an outstanding feature.” Bee admitted.

Sylvie blushed at the comment made towards her, showing that she was embarrassed by the compliments given to her.

“This is Sylvie, my new thrall. I claimed her from a village as my prize.” I then explained the attack on Timberfell, the deal with the dwarves and the agreement of choosing a woman from the spoils to make my thrall.

Elle came towards me kissed me passionately, caressing my muzzle, I slapped a hand at her backside to give one of her fat ass cheeks a squeeze. This act of hers was probably to show that she was top bitch around here, and that the position of a thrall was beneath her. Ultimately, I decided the pecking order around here, and all of the women knew this. Elle looked towards Sylvie, a small grin on her face.

“I’m carrying his pup.” She addressed to Sylvie. “Any day now and I will give birth to Fen’s child. If you’re lucky, Fen may knock you up too. Like he will with all of us eventually.” Elle told her.

She was right of course, I would eventually impregnate all of my bitches and thralls. It was a step I was to take to ensure that my destiny would come true. Lupe, my ancestor, wanted me fuck and knock up as many women as possible, to secure the future of the wolvir to become the dominant race. I was all too happy and willing to make this happen.

“I am to show my new thrall her sleeping arrangements.” I said to Elle.

Elle knew what I meant by this, giving me a naughty smile, she came close to my ear and whispered.

“Fuck her hard. I want to hear her scream your name in this house.”

I then took Sylvia to my quarters, the sound of her chain clinking as we walked. As the door closed behind us, the sound of the chain seemed to echo in the silence, a reminder of Sylvie's status. I could smell the faint scent of cinnamon mixed with the musk of my conquests, a potent blend that stirred something primal within me. My hand rested on the small of her back, guiding her closer to the bed.

Sylvie's breath was steady, but I could sense the tension in her body, the way her muscles tightened with each step.

As I sat on the edge of the bed, the furs beneath me softly cradling my weight, I reached out and gently tugged on Sylvie's chain, guiding her closer. Her eyes met mine, a flicker of arousal dancing in their depths.

“Undress.” I commanded.

Sylvie's hands reached up to the neckline of her dress, pulling it down, revealing the curves of her shoulders first, then the swell of her breasts. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in only her underwear, the dim light of the room catching the simple cotton material. Her breath hitched as my gaze roamed over her, the air thick with anticipation. She reached behind her to undo her bra, letting her heavy tits free for my viewing pleasure. Her nipples hardened from arousal and her face blushed in synchronised colouring of her pink nipples.

My cock hardened, swelling and pointing upwards as it emerged from my sheath. It was pulsing and red, wanting burry itself into Sylvie’s pussy. Sylvie gazed at my cock in adoration, her mouth was agape as she took in its splendour. She knelt at my feet submissively, taking my large shaft in her delicate hand to strike it. She then meant her head forward to envelop my dick into her mouth and began to give me an expert blowjob.

I threw my head back and growled lowly from her attention on my length, her own moans causing vibrations through me, enhancing my pleasure further.

As Sylvie's lips tightened around my shaft, I let out a low, rumbling growl, my voice coarse with pleasure.

“Fuck, Sylvie, your mouth is exquisite. You were made to suck my cock, weren't you? Look at you, on your knees, servicing me like the good little thrall you are.” I tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling her head back slightly, forcing her to meet my gaze. “As much as I enjoy your mouth in my cock, I want your pussy.”

I ordered her to position herself on all fours on my bed, her head low and ass high in the air. I knelt myself behind her, hooking my fingers into her panties, I ripped them off her with my strength. Sylvie gasped out in surprise, not expecting me to perform such an act. I could already smell her arousal, her erotic scent wafting into my nostrils.

I pointed the tip if my cock at her moist entrance, rubbing it against her wet folds, making her moan.

“Yes, master. Fuck me, fuck your thrall.” She whimpered.

Grabbing Sylvie by her side hips, I pushed my length forward to invade her velvet soft and tight insides. She felt amazing, my cock being squeezed in a pleasurable way that stimulated me to fuck her harder. Sylvia’s moans of ecstasy filled the room, along with my laborious grunts and slapping of my hips as I pounded into her from behind. I watched her fat ass cheeks bounce and ripple against my groin enticingly from my hard fucking.

“Fen! You’re so deep!” She shouted.

“This pussy is so tight.” I managed to growl. I took one of my hands and brought it forward to fondle one of her tits.

“Yes! Squeeze my big tits, Fen!” She cried out.

I kept up my thrusting into Sylvie’s wet twat for quite some time, making her climax serval times, her moans and shouts were music to my ears.

“I’m cumming. I’m going to cum again!” She squealed. As I felt her body react to another orgasm, I could feel I was getting close.

“Oh, Fen. My master.” She moaned. “Please knot me, please cum in me.”

I increased my pace, then felt my balls itch to signal my own climax.

“Here it comes, bitch!” I growled.

I pushed my knot into Sylvie, making her groan at the mixture of pain and pleasure. Holding onto her hips tightly, I released a torrent of wolvir cum to flood her womb, seeking to impregnate her. I would give her a womb potion after we recover , I thought o myself, no need to impregnate her just yet, the time will come though.

“Fen! Yes!” She screamed. “You’re cumming in me! Fen, I love it!”

I snarled out as I expelled the last of my cum inside her, giving her ass a slap to watch her cheeks jiggle from the strike, asserting my dominance over her.

In the coming weeks, Elle had yet to go into labour, but was assured that the due date would be anytime now and that the pup was healthy in her womb. In that time also, our forces started to gain more territory from the orcs, their numbers dwindled thanks to the lack of support from the dwarves. Thanks to our deal with the dwarves, the orcs were cut off from a steady supply of food, and they didn’t have the strength to repel our attacks. We were winning more and more, our casualties were minimal to none from our raids and assaults on the orcs territory.

It came to the point in our war that the chief of all orcs was holed up in a stronghold, and that was to be our next target. After this ****, and the success of it, the war would be won.