Wolfie 3.  A tale of two kingdoms...

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Wolfie rolled over in his bed, bumping into Russell’s somnolent body.  Something had woken him, but he couldn’t quite place it.  He glanced at the shutters, fastened tightly against the rain that had been pounding the kingdom for the last week or so.  The heavy summer weather that had forced him into his fateful swim in the East lake having broken without warning.  The light seeping into the room through the louvered timber slats was grey, though the rain had stopped.  It must be pre-dawn, way too early for him to rise, and yet...

An ox lowed loudly on the road outside, followed by a whip-crack and some cursing.  Heavy wooden wheels started rolling again, diminishing in noise as they headed for the centre of the city.  The sound of lighter hooves following shortly afterwards.  “Hmmmph, farmers making the most of a break in the rain to carry crops in,” he muttered, “I will have a word with the king to try and have them move things around at more reasonable hours...”  He closed his eyes again, but couldn’t return to his slumbers...

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Things had been rather busy since he had been dumped by Ruth into the castle’s courtyard whilst the king and the rest of the council had been planning his funeral in the council chambers.  They had even gotten the otter who worked in the watermill to try trawling the lake in a vain attempt to recover his body.  It had therefore been quite a surprise when he had stepped from Ruth’s talons and walked up to the big brass doors and knocked on them, despite his nakedness.

The staff and menials had all fled in fear when Ruth had swept into land, screaming that the castle was about to be burnt to the ground.  Even the guards on the turrets had wet themselves and run for their garrisons.  Pathetic really... He was unable to catch anyone and make himself presentable for the king, and when he and the rest of the council realized they weren’t about to be eaten...a few snickers at his predicament were heard.  The fact that he obviously couldn’t walk without a sway of his hips that would make a veteran cavalry officer cringe didn’t help either.  It took him three days to adjust back again, and a further two before he could face letting Russell or anyone else for that matter near him sexually.

Ruth had allowed him to explain his absence, but had insisted upon all the reasons being given for his abduction which had made a few of the councillors frown.  Ruth had then spoken up and explained that his judgment had been cast, and that was the only reason Wolfie was gracing their presence again.  If he had been found guilty, of course, he would not be there.  The white dragon had then insisted upon all but the councillors and the king leave the courtyard, and that all guards were to be stood down.  He had then laid out his rules and reasons for him and his kind’s existence to them, telling them that they were now under his full observation in case of any further breaches of the worldwide code.  When they understood fully the situation, he had stood at his full height and muttered a few of his inaudible words in to the sky, and a shimmering wave had passed out in a rapidly expanding circle across the city.  No one but those next to him would know Ruth had ever been here now he had explained, and that if any there revealed him to the general populace...he would know about it and take action...and with that he had left, the great flapping of his wings nearly blowing the king to his knees as he vanished into the cloudless sky.

That was that...apart from his sore arse for that first week, the dragon might have never existed.  The council had all welcomed him back after a page had been relieved of his clothes so he could regain at least some of his modesty.  Though he was questioned mercilessly by them, he refused to give over any information, pointing out that his life was forfeit if he did.  They gave up eventually and returned to more pressing matters, especially as three of them vanished from their beds, along with key members of their staff.  Notes were left explaining that they would not be returning.  Wolfie had a feeling that should he ever revisit Ruth’s lair, he would find new occupants.

The matter that made itself known a few days later was that King Xavier, the lion king of the neighbouring Lyonesse kingdom had died suddenly in a hunting accident.  The kingdom covered an area many times bigger than Lupinia, and its population of mixed feline species was renowned for its army of warriors.  King Lycanopous XIII, the current king’s father, had cemented a relationship with King Xavier while on his deathbed by promising his first born son’s son as a gift of betrothal, to mate with the then five year old lioness Princess Electra, the heir to the Lyonesse throne in a pact of mutuality when his majority was reached.  The two kingdoms could then sit side by side in a situation of war with a Wolf-King on one throne mated to a Lioness-Queen on the other and when Lycanopous XIV died, the two kingdoms would unite as one.  The agreement was now twenty years old, and Prince Lycanopous was only months from his 21st birthday.  With King Xavier dead, his daughter was about to ascend to the Lyonesse throne and Prince Lycanopous was to be sent to be her Prince consort until his father died...

Everything would have been fine and dandy of course, but for a stumbling block that had appeared when the news of Xavier’s premature death had reached the King.  He had gone straight to his Son’s suite and walked in without knocking to give him the news.  To say that what he found had caused an issue was a bit of an understatement.  Prince Lycanopous was discovered naked, tied to the bed and being serviced anally by his weapons master, while he was blowing his manservant with obvious pleasure while masturbating himself.  The king was not amused.  An emergency council had been called immediately, as the Prince’s sexuality could mean outright war with the Lyonesse if the Prince proved sterile in bed.

The much chastised Prince Lycanopous had been summoned to sit in the council meeting as a witness and not as a member for the first time since his 18th year, just watching while his fate, and quite possibly that of the kingdom, was decided because of whom he was.  He had stood as the arguments got more and more heated, breaking protocol by interrupting the affair and declaring that though he preferred males, he could adequately perform with females, and therefore Princess Electra need never know.  He was willing to do his duty as the future monarch and sacrifice his future happiness.  The King had shaken his head, knowing that the Lyonesse were far less tolerant of homosexuality, and demanded that proof other than his word be given to the council.  They could then plead illness, or even fake the Prince’s death, and send his younger brother, Prince James over in his place.  He was known to have fathered several bastards amongst the maids already, despite his junior status, if the Prince failed to perform.

Being backed into a corner, Prince Lycanopous had agreed, but only if he could prove his virility with an audience of only two, and that the maid chosen was just that...a virgin.  The council voted, and passed the action.  The Chamberlain was summoned and instructed to locate and provide a suitable maid from amongst the castle’s staff...and that they should be feline if at all possible.  They must not be in heat, or even close to heat, as that would give any male, gay or not an erection.  Therefore testing the Prince’s mettle in two ways, that of both sex and species.  The Prince in turn chose The King and Sir Wolfie as his audience.  To say that the experience of sitting in the royal bedchamber while watching the Prince that he had known all his life fight his sexuality and deflower the virgin tigress in front of him was one that he wished to forget, was an understatement.  With a male tiger it would have been exciting, but Sir Wolfie had found it repulsive.

The tigress was willing when she found out that it was the Prince she was to gift her maidenhood to, but she had protested the presence of The King and Sir Wolfie in the chambers.  The King had ordered her to perform or she would be dismissed, so she had no choice.  Though the castle medic’s had verified her hymen was intact, she was obviously not inexperienced in the pleasuring of males.  It had taken at least fifteen minutes of foreplay and oral with the Prince for him to emerge from his sheath and then engage with her, and another ten or more of his random thrusting for him to dock and knot, filling her with his royal seed.  There was no second performance though, despite the deflowered maid’s best efforts, and he was unable to bring her to orgasm.

The report was issued to the council that The Prince’s performance had been adequate, though not in any way satisfactory.  It was also pointed out that it was highly unlikely that Princess Electra would have the tigress’ training.  The following vote on if The Prince should still be sent had been carried by one, Sir Wolfie voting against it with nearly half the other councillors, so therefore plans were formulated for The Prince to be sent with full escort to Pride City three days before Electra’s coronation as Queen in four weeks’ time.  Word was sent by carrier pigeon to the Lyonesse ambassador, Prince Arundel (The current king’s younger brother) and his family of the imminent arrival, so that Princess Electra and the Lyonesse court could be informed.

Two days after that fateful council vote, the tigress vanished from her dorms at night, along with the Prince’s weapons-master from the barracks.  No trace of them was found, and the rumours were quickly spread that they had eloped together.  The King and council though ordered a search of the forest and borders, but still found no evidence of their passing.  That was two weeks ago...

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Wolfie sat bolt upright as the sound of light hooves, galloped past his window followed by numerous curses from his neighbours for their own slumbers being disturbed.  Russell stretched and opened his eyes, placing a hand on Wolfie’s shoulder to stop him from jumping out of bed in an attempt to follow, “Sir...whoever that was will be discovered and disciplined by the guard.  They take reckless riding in the city all too seriously as you well know.  By the time your nakedness is covered, they will be long gone.”

Wolfie looked down at his dingo squire and sighed, “I will request that I mete out the punishment then, it is all too early for the civilized to be awake,” he grouched.

“I agree Sir...but you have not been asleep for a while.  I have been listening to your breathing patterns since your restlessness disturbed me.  Is there anything bothering you Sir?” Russell asked, nuzzling his master.

“No Russell; or at least nothing I can discuss with you.  Matters of the council and the King that may not be discussed outside of the castle.  I have been designated as the leader of the Prince’s escort to Lyonesse, and I was just running plans through my mind as to routing and provisioning as we leave at dawn, two days from now,” he lied.

“I am looking forward to my first official foreign trip as your squire Sir, but I understand that the Lyonesse frown upon people like us...”

“They do Russell, a prejudice that will mean we must hint at no more than a professional relationship for the fifteen days that we are away...”

“Then should I ask if I cannot help your thoughts, I could maybe comfort you?” The dingo asked grinning, causing Wolfie to break out into a smile.

“Roll over then pup...it is my turn to take the initiative,” Wolfie said as his shaft started to emerge in anticipation.

Russell laughed, and turned himself over, presenting for his master as requested.  A better way to greet the dawn was not possible in his opinion as he felt the muscular wolf’s tongue start to rim his ring to add lubrication, and felt his balls being cupped and kneaded avidly by the strong, sword-calloused hands that began pulling at his sheath, encouraging his own shaft to emerge.  A few shouts could be heard outside; maybe some loose livestock that had been bolted by the reckless riders being rounded up.

Wolfie’s need was eager this morning, following his mental ruminations and he only applied the briefest of foreplay to Russell before he pulled back and lined his throbbing eleven inches up with its target.  A single switch of his hips drove him deep into the dingo’s bowels as his back arched, the desert dogs tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth as his Master’s knot popped in and began swelling against his prostate.  It would be quick and feral, and he started thrusting hard, building to his climax in record time as a certain dragon’s member was felt ghosting within his bowels.  He blew hard, not forgetting politeness and gripping the Dingo’s ruff in his maw as he milked his squires now orgasming shaft onto the bedclothes beneath them as he filled the dogs bowels with his potent seed.  The Prince would be making a huge sacrifice if he could not find a way to smuggle a manservant into his rooms for some fun outside his new bride’s conjugal encounters.

The front door of the house slammed open as they lay tied to each other, bodies still pumping in orgasm as Everett burst into the bedroom panting, “Sir...Sir forgive me please!” he shouted, trying to regain his breath while staring at the scene.

“What?  Get out Everett...I told you never to disturb...” Wolfie started to growl.

“T...The King’s guard sent me Sir...We are at WAR!!!  You are to report immediately to the castle!”  Everett continued, a bulge appearing in his light sleeping hose.

“Shit!...Who?...When?...” Wolfie started, trying to get up and failing as his tie was still active with Russell.

“I don’t know Sir...I don’t know!” Tears were forming in the adolescent wolf’s eyes.

“Calm down pup, calm down.  Now think Everett, who sent you and what happened?” Wolfie said, trying to think cold water thoughts so he could come off the boil so to speak.  The buglers started sounding the call to arms first on the castle’s ramparts, the ones on the city’s palisades soon afterwards.  He could hear the city start to buzz like a wasps nest.

“I...I...I was sleeping.  I needed a piss and I went to the privies in the guard tower.  I heard a wagon arrive at the gates and then some horses gallop off.  I stuck my head out of the door and saw that missing weapons-master was in the driving seat, but he wasn’t moving or answering the guard’s challenges.  He was dead Sir.  The wagon was one of those harvest types, with high sides.  The Captain arrived then, he tried shoving the weapons master over, but he wouldn’t budge.  He went to the back of the wagon and lifted the tarp...he dropped it again in horror and was sick Sir...all over the cobbles.  I don’t know what is in it Sir, but he told the guards to lead the wagon in and not open it again.  He spotted me and recognized me as your trainee.  He told me to run Sir, run and fetch you...he said we were going to war Sir... that is all I know,” Everett burst into tears as the shock hit him.

“Do it Sir, I know it will hurt, but do it!” Russell said as he gripped the mattress hard with his hands.

“Fuck it!” Wolfie growled, and pulled hard backwards, ripping his still spasming knot free of the dingo as Russell bit down on the pillows in pain.  “Damn it that hurt!” Wolfie cursed, trying to rub his tender member until it started to deflate.

“Not as much as me Sir,” Russell said, tears in the corners of his eyes as he clamped his tail tight over his gaping ass.

“I’m sorry...” Wolfie said.

“Duty calls eh...they could have picked a better time.”  Russell said, forcing a laugh.

Wolfie grinned, “You could say that!” He turned to the pup, “Everett, Russell will not be able to move for ten minutes or so.  Dress me.  Use what you have been learning at our hands.  Just hose, boots and a thick belted tunic please.” He ordered as he stumbled over to the privy corner and started spooning cool water onto his shaft and sheath until his fur was free of mess and oozing cum.

Everett jumped up and headed for the closet, quickly assembling the required garments.  Wolfie towelled off and then sat on the dressing horse as Everett threw the hose and then the tunic over his head, standing briefly to pull the course linen up over his sheath and allowed Everett to button it above his tail.  The belt was fastened quickly and efficiently and the young wolf handed him an eleven inch dagger to slip through the buckle without asking.  He stepped into his boots, and waited as they were tightened and secured tightly to his feet.

“Russell, when you can move, saddle Johnson for me and load him with my armour, bow, swords and lance.  Bring him up to the castle for me while I find out what is going on.  Everett, give him a hand and follow him up and get dressed.  I have a feeling this is going to be a long day...”  Wolfie turned on his heels and sprinted from the bedroom and down the now swarming streets up to the castle.

The gates were tightly closed and shuttered despite the gathering crowd.  The Seneschal was looking much harried and was calling for calm as more and more of the armed populace arrived to the buglers’ summons.  “John, John, what’s going on?” Sir Wolfie called over the cacophony.

“Wolfie?  Oh thank God you’re here.  Go in immediately, I am not sure the King is in the courtyard yet, but wait for him and the Prince there.  It’s bad Sir, it’s really bad...what that bitch has done...” he started tearing.

“Get a hold of yourself man; try not to panic the crowd eh.  Where are the guards?” Sir Wolfie asked grabbing the shivering oldster by his shoulders.

“They are coming, as are the other councillors.  You are here first.  Go in please, and I pray you have not eaten when you look in the wagon...”  He turned and started calling for calm again as Wolfie left him and stepped up to the portal gate, slipping in and closing off the noise behind him.

The courtyard was buzzing; the Captain of the night-guard though was leaning against one pillar, still heaving his guts out.  A large twin axle wagon was parked in the middle covered in a heavy tarpaulin.  Two oxen were hitched to it, and someone had thrown a black sheet over the driver’s corpse.  Wolfie walked slowly over, sniffing heavily at the scent of dried and clotted blood that now hung heavily in the air around the wagon.

“Sir Wolfie!  Thank God you’re here,” a strong voice called out, and he identified it as the Lord Chancellor.

“Greg...do I really want to know what is in that?” Wolfie gestured at the cart.

Greg blanched, “I have not seen myself, but I was one of the first to get to the Captain’s side...I called the buglers to sound the alarm.”

“That bad eh?”

“Worse if what the Captain said is true.  Prince Arundel, his mate and the two young Princes are in the back...as is that chambermaid...”

“Oh Christ...What the fuck?  You think?” Wolfie started.  Greg nodded, “Oh...Fuck!”

He turned to the wagon and trotted over, pulling the sheet off the driver.  His face was in a rictus of agony.  There were no visible wounds though, but a stain was leached into the battered oak of the driver’s bench.  Wolfie reached forward with his dagger and slit the corpses breaches open with its razor sharp edge and stepped back.  He had been pared open from navel to buttocks, his tackle removed.  Looking under the seat he observed that a hole had been bored and a three inch thick pole attached to one of the axles.  Every bump in the road would have driven it further and further into the poor wolf’s bowels until he expired...in the most horrible way.  Wolfie cringed at the thought and climbed up onto the seat, prizing the locked jaws apart he observed that his tongue had been removed and his cock jammed into his throat to stop him screaming.  “Those evil bastards!” he muttered and jumped down to steel himself for what was in the back.

The King appeared at the main doors then and Greg stopped him, whispering as all the colour drained from his face.

Wolfie lifted the rear tarp and swallowed his gorge.  Arundel had been spitted from his tail hole until it poked out of his mouth.  The two young Prince’s had been pinned mouth first to his hanging shaft with a single silver dagger through each skull.  The tendons had been cut to make it swing free of his mutilated sheath in a gross parody of an incestuous blow-job.  His mate was lying on the bed of the wagon, the tigress across her belly, lips locked to her naked vulva with a third dagger.  He was fairly sure that a fourth would be found in the wolf-bitches skull pinning her lips similarly.  Two eating knives bearing the crest of the Lyonesse royal family pinned a blood stained velum envelope to the boards nearest the tailboard.  The message was clear without opening it.

He pulled it free and closed the tarp as he walked slowly over to his King and handed him the declaration, “I’m so sorry Sir,” he said as he knelt.

“It’s true then?”

“Yes Sir.  Your brother and your nephews are no more.”  He turned then as some guards rushed out of the barracks.  “Seal that wagon tight, go and reinforce the gates and send the people home...but tell them to be ready.  Lyonesse has declared war on us.  As soon as the council has met, we will send out the cryer’s.  Let the councillors in when they arrive and send them to the chambers.  Do not touch that wagon!”  Sir Wolfie ordered, barking out the orders in a staccato fashion.

“It’s over isn’t it...we can’t hope to prevail against them...” The King cried, defeated before the war had even started.

“Not necessarily...Lord Ruth will want to see that wagon.  No one else need lose their lives if he reacts the way I think he will to its contents,” Sir Wolfie said as he escorted his liege into the castle.

“That bad...we must lay them to rest...”

“Sir...with respect, not until the Dragon has seen them.  I would not inflict the contents of that wagon on any sane person Sir...it will haunt me until I fail to parry fast enough one day.”

The King shook his head, “We must pray that he really is watching us then...”

A carved wooden bird that was part of the frieze that decorated the backing to the throne opened its eyes.  With a splintering of wood it pulled free and stretched its wooden wings and took off, dashing unnoticed through the open doors and into the brightening summer dawn...