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Wolves in the Woods Pt. 01

By: FantasyX



The worg pack's feral howls permeated the darkened bows of the ancient forest, heralding their night charge through the columns of dusk wood trees. No natural animal challenged their advance, as they feared these wolf-creatures that were blessed with vile "human-like" intelligence.

The worgs let the meat cower. Their devouring at the pack's fangs would come soon enough. Tonight, these spawn of the Shadow Fell had larger prey in mind. 

"Can you smell it brothers?" one of the lead worgs growled in their guttural tongue. "The human mating scent fills the wind!"

"And soon our pack will grow," answered another. "Soon we will feed!" 

The rest of the pack howled in approval as they raced towards the wafting musk of sex.

***

"Gods damned tick-bags," Bero swore, clutching his crossbow tight while his ears filled with lupine baying. The howling beyond the treeline made the large clearing he found himself in seem more like a verdant cage than a forest solace. 

The man couldn't complain though; when you're on the run, you didn't have many options. Outlaws, like him, take their hiding places where they can.

"Everyone gets to fuck," Bero said, stoking the bonfire in front him as he turned away from the trees. "But I had to go pick the short stick!" 

Moans of satisfaction broke through his grumbling, making him look to the tents at the south end of the clearing. Behind the cloth partitions, lantern-light shadows hinted at the revelry within, bodies grinding, forms stiffening, and outlines shifting up and down. Another lustful moan from the tents made the frustrated Bero show his back to the debauch, angrily plopping beside the fire pit. "You had to pick the short stick you fucking idiot!" Bero spat. Just then, the wolves in the woods again began to howl.

"YOU, SHUT UP!" Bero screamed, jabbing his crossbow at the trees. "YOU FOUR LEGGED FUCKERS! FACE ME! I'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE! YOU GOBLIN WHORES! SHOW YOUR PAWS HERE AND I'LL SHOOT THOSE FUCKERS OFF!"

"Talking to the leaves again Bero?"

The bandit yelped in surprise at the male voice, spinning suddenly to its source only to entangle his own legs and fall hard on his ass. Bero loosed a crossbow bolt as he fell, shooting at the moon as it trekked across the night sky. 

"Angry at the sky as well Bero?" Asked another voice, a female one this time.

"You fuckers!" Bero cursed as he struggled to get up. "Laugh at ME, will you! I'll...."

"You'll what?"

In an instant, Bero's blood froze with the realization of who had joined him in the clearing.

Slowly his eyes turned to the naked man-giant built like a Valerian gladiator, complete with thick limbs and an overly muscled torso. A mischievous grin was plastered on his broad face, matching his wild dirty blond hair, making him look like some large country oaf. 

However, the man's eyes showed his true nature, both filled with an unpredictable malice that promised violence at anyone who displeased the person behind its gaze. 

"Nothing, Dimarus," the bandit said meekly. 

"No, I think you said something," Dimarus smiled seizing Bero by his throat and lifted him off his feet. "Let's see if I can shake your memory clear!"

"Please Dimarus no fighting," The woman next to him said. "You'll ruin the mood."

Bero wasn't surprised to have Aveza enter his hazy sight. Dressed only in her mother's pearls, and cum still dribbling out of her sex, the eldest daughter of house Von Haar was just as unpredictable as Dimarus and just as deadly. They were traits that seemed out of place for the young woman with the lithe, graceful build and wavy amber hair.

But then, behind the pert breasts and the girlish giggle was a greedy sadist who would let her whole family die at the hands of outlaws, even stabbing her own mother for her jewelry, just because she didn't get what she wanted. It's no wonder they loved each other.

"Besides," the noblewoman continued. "I think he's just angry about missing all the fun."

"Is that all?" Dimarus laughed, dropping Bero back down. "Fuck man, why didn't you say so? Get that bald fuck, Ucco to take the shift and you can tickle whore cunts with your beard."

"My thanks sir," Bero replied gasping. "But that bald fuck hasn't come back yet."

***

Vigdis stared into the dead eyes of the bald severed head sitting in front of her, trying her best not to be pushed face first onto it. But that's hard to do when the creature behind you kept slamming its foot-long cock into your dripping pussy

"They will seek their comrades," the monster atop her said. "Soon you will go to them and bring the strong among their number into the pack."

Vigdis could only grunt in acknowledgement, struggling to keep her balance as the creature continued to violently take her, the thrusts shaking the trees of their leafy hideaway. 

As a pair, they were truly a sight - despite her nakedness being covered with dirt and being forced to her hands and knees, Vigdis' tall, athletic build was plain to see while her golden blond hair still shone through her mud caked scalp. But, a blank veil was shrouding her face, dulling her normally vibrant blue eyes and making her features an expressionless mask.

Her mate however was a frenzy of emotion and activity. At first glance, he resembled a shaggy, man-sized goblin with dark blue fur. His face though, was twisted into a canine form, complete with a slathering lupine snout and wolfish ember colored eyes. The "wolf-goblin" sported an evil smile as he brutally "dog-styled" the human woman underneath him, his drool dripping onto her back as he continued giving her orders.

"You will go to them," the monster said. "You will go and will tell them their men were good strong mates and that you are looking for more!"

"B...but they were weak," Vigdis, blurted out as her master pushed deep into her. "They were weak and the pack ate them. It is the way of the pa...."

"You will not question me!" The wolf-goblin said, violently impaling his full length into Vigdis' pussy, forcing her chest and face to the dirt.

"YOU-WILL-FOLLOW-MY-COMMANDS!" The creature growled, punctuating every word with balls deep thrusts into the woman's sex. "I AM GARRACK, SON OF GORMAK, AND MY WORD IS LAW!"

Garrack howled as he finished, coming in Vigdis' pussy as he did, shoving her into the ground as he filled her with pearly liquid. Finally spent, Garrack collapsed atop the panting Vigdis, forcing her to the ground under his weight.

"Now go to them bitch," Garrack whispered into her ear. "Bring me my new pack."

"Yes Garrack." Vigdis said submissively. The wolf-goblin rolled off his woman and let her pull herself up. On wobbly legs, with cum sliding down her thighs, she walked towards the clearing.

***

"And you didn't bother to telling anyone that part of the patrol was missing?" Dimarus asked.

The bandit lord was grinning as he spoke, but Bero knew better. Dimarus was already thinking up of a new way to kill him for his incompetence. 

"They might be just lost my lord!" Bero blabbered.

"That still doesn't excuse the fact that you failed in your duty," Aveza chimed in.

"She's right," Dimarus said, his smile now bigger and more terrifying as he leaned down on Bero. "Our band will have to move again and our brothers will not like it at all. They'll want to know who is responsible."

"He needs to be punished, my love," Aveza smiled evilly. "Punish him for me."

"Mercy!" Bero whimpered, quickly scampering to his knees and wrapping his arms around Dimarus' legs.

"I'm going to enjoy throttling you," Dimarus laughed. It was then a woman's voice made itself known.

"They were good mates, Ucco and Drogo."

All at once, they turned to the voice in surprise, watching a tall north woman with blond hair step out of the underbrush. Filthy looking as she was, Dimarus could still make out the lean curves and full breasts of her well toned body. The sight was enough to make his cock straighten out over Bero's head.

"And who are you?" Dimarus asked the newcomer as he shook off the man at his legs, trying all the while to hide the lust in his voice. Even Bero shoved his hands down his breeches, banishing any thoughts of his brush with death.

"A good fuck," the north woman answered. "Ucco and Drogo said so. They rest now, but they said I must show how good a mate I am to the rest of the band."

"Always thinking of others those two," Dimarus beamed. "Come here you cunt let's see what those two taught ..."

"Dimarus!" Aveza said, grabbing his arm. "Don't you know who that is?"

"A cunt hole." He said matter-of-factly, annoyed at his woman's angry intrusion. 

"You oaf, that's Vigdis of Kolburg!" Aveza said. "That warrior bitch could have her damn town militia on our heads!"

"Damn it whore! Ucco and Drogo may be idiots but they know how to break a woman. And I need some fresh cunt!" 

"This doesn't feel right Dimarus!" Aveza growled. 

"I will make it feel right my lady." Vigdis said. 

Without another word Vigdis slid past Dimarus and went straight for the wide-eyed Aveza. She then took the woman into her arms and tilted the noblewoman's head, kissing her full on the mouth. Aveza tried to push the swordswoman off her at first, but as the tall blond held her tight and pushed her tongue passed her lips, a strange attraction seemed to envelope the honey haired beauty.

Aveza tried to resist the dingy woman's charms but she found herself quickly crumbling to the north woman's tender caresses. A soft brush at her back, a playful pinch at her nipple, a clutching massage at her buttocks, and all her defenses melted away.

Before Aveza even realized it, Vigdis' thigh was between her legs and was rubbing against the cum-filled highborn pussy. Aveza matched her lover's strokes with some of her own, grasping Vigdis' ass and sliding the north woman's aroused sex along her own aristocratic thigh.

Aveza finally moaned into the north woman's mouth as she came over her partner's thigh, holding onto Vigdis as her knees buckled in rapture.

"Maybe I was wrong about you," Aveza purred as she parted from Vigdis' lips.

"I will make you feel right," Vigdis said again. The swordswoman then started a trail of licks and kisses down Aveza's neck, sending little shocks through the noble's body as the woman went lower. 

Aveza caught her breath as she felt the delicious suction of Vigdis' lips on her nipples, moaning in satisfaction when she also felt Vigdis' hands knead her ample breasts.

"Freya's tits!" Aveza heard Dimarus say, making her turn to her erstwhile lover. Not surprisingly, she found the big ox jerking his spear-pole-straight cock, his mouth drooling as he watched wide-eyed. Even Bero had his dick out, giving the women a silly looking leer while he stroked himself. 

"You boys want a show?" Aveza laughed. "Come you northern whore, let's give them something they won't forget."

Putting her hands on Vigdis' shoulders, Aveza gently pushed the swordswoman off her breasts and down her body, letting her tongue trace the contours of her flat belly. 

"Ah!" Aveza gasped, finally feeling the Northwoman's lips touch her sensitive folds. Vigdis then ran her wet tongue up and down Aveza's slit, teasing out the pearly liquid inside. The noblewoman shivered in pleasure with every damp swipe, her hands clutching the north woman's hair as she pushed the blond-tressed head onto her sex. 

"I was definitely wrong about this one!" Aveza laughed as she turned to her male companions. Grunts were all the two voyeurs could speak, making her laugh again. As she laughed though, the warrior woman lifted her lips from the wet pussy with a confused look on her face.

"Weak?" Vigdis asked. "Strong?"

"And who told you to stop bitch?" Aveza scolded and pushed Vigdis' head back onto her crotch. The fallen noble moaned in ecstasy as she ground her sex on Vigdis' mouth. The north woman in turn stabbed deep into Aveza's pussy with her tongue, licking up all the juices and cum in the fleshy pink box. Gasps and yelps came quickly to Aveza as the tongue at her sex ravished her, making her thrust her pussy against the north woman's wet lips as she raced towards climax. 

"Gods, YES!" Aveza howled, coming all over Vigdis' face, squirting juices and man cum down the warrioress' throat. The noble came so hard that Vigdis had to let some of the fuck fluids drip down her lips and drench her sweaty chest.

Other groans of climax shook Aveza out of her come reverie giving her just enough time to catch her lover and Bero shoot their loads of pearly liquid onto the women they masturbated to. The noblewoman laughed as the cum shower hit her, licking any drops that came by her face. Vigdis too lifted her head and took some of the white beads into her mouth. The beads came from Dimarus' cock. 

"Strong," Vigdis smiled. ***

"She begins the culling brothers," Garrack said to his worg companions as they watched from the bushes. "Her mark will be on the worthy. She will make our pack grow."

"And bring us our meat," the worg pack leader drooled. "Are there enough of them, son of Gormak?"

"Your bellies will not want," Garrack smiled and continued to watch from the bushes.

***

"Freya's tits!" Dimarus gasped. "What in the hells did those two do to her?"

"I don't care what they did," Aveza said as she steadied her quivering form on Vigdis' shoulders, "As long as they snare us another delicious bitch to play with. After we've used this one up of course."

Vigdis lifted her cum drenched mouth from the noble's sex and turned to Dimarus. 

"I can make you feel right too," the Northwoman smiled. "Your friend as well." 

"Now that's what I want to hear!" Bero whooped, shedding his clothes.

"Your betters' first, fucker!" Dimarus scolded the bandit. "Come you blue-eyed bitch; crawl to me!"

Vigdis did as she was told, going on all fours and slowly, sensually, slinking her way towards the bandits. Dimarus and Bero were both struck dumb at the sexual display, each of them desperate to jeer and cajole the "shamed" warrioress but just unable to. It was like they were mesmerized by every move, arch and contour of her body, wanting to touch her yet frozen in place by her animalistic beauty

"Gods I want to fuck that," Bero said, his cock stiffening again. 

"Me first!" Dimarus growled. 

"Gods you two are like children," Aveza laughed. "Quit arguing and fuck her at the same time! I don't think she'll mind."

With that said Aveza plopped herself down by a log near the fire pit. Spreading her legs, she leaned back on the wood, sliding her finger along her damp sex as she watched Vigdis slither up the legs of the two bandits. 

"OH FUCK!" Dimarus groaned as the Northwoman licked him from balls to cock head. Bero meanwhile, was panting in pleasure as Vigdis gripped his stiff shaft, pumping the cock flesh with quick and strong strokes. 

Dimarus then grabbed the blond warrior's head and shoved his cock into her moist mouth. Vigdis took the bandit leader's entire length down her throat, forcing herself to breathe through her nostrils as Dimarus fucked her face.

"Ahh, this bitch is good," Dimarus moaned as he felt the warrioress clutch his buttock, pushing his hips onto her face.

"Let me have a go!" Bero whined. 

"Don't need to cry boy!" Dimarus laughed. "You heard him bitch! Suck that cock!"

The bandit leader pulled Vigdis' drooling mouth off of his sex and pressed it down on Bero's dripping cock. The horny bandit then grabbed Vigdis' head with both hands and pumped his cock into her warm mouth with rapid fire strokes. The warrior woman gagged on the flesh pole as it thrust brutally down her throat, holding on to his thighs as she tried to stave of his thrusts.

"Aaahhhh!" Bero groaned, shooting his cum into her mouth. As he softened and slipped out of her lips Bero asked, "Did you like the taste of a real man bitch?"

"Weak," Vigdis said, spitting out Bero's seed.

"You fucking whore!" The bandit screamed and raised his hand to strike her. Before his fist could reach Vigdis' face, Dimarus caught Bero's wrist and twisted it violently, forcing the bandit to turn his back to his leader, his arm folded onto the frame of his spine. 

"Now, now you can't bruise the fruit," Dimarus smiled. "Especially if she's telling the truth."

The burly bandit leader then shoved Bero to the ground next to Aveza, laughing at the loud thump the shamed bandit's body made as he fell. 

"Fucking bitch can't say that to me!" Bero protested. 

"Well she did," Aveza said. "So shut up and let a strong man you show how it's done."

"Strong," Vigdis cooed and went back to Dimarus' crotch, sucking his balls.

"Ohhh, that is a good bitch," Dimarus said. 

"Hey, what's the ruckus all about?" a voice suddenly asked.

*** "Look! They emerge from their caves!" a worg gleefully spoke. 

"Tell your brothers to ready themselves," Garrack leered to the worgs. "It's going to be a busy night."

***

"Gosbert! Bring the men," Dimarus called out. "Ucco has brought us a gift!"

Vigdis was bobbing her head up and down Dimarus' slick cock when she sensed others crowding her. She looked up and around her, gasping in surprise at the sudden appearance of so many hard cocks orbiting around her. 

"Damn those two," said the one called Gosbert. "It's magic what they do!"

"Just remember boys who's getting you all the cunts!" Dimarus laughed

"Dimarus!" Vigdis heard the motley crew of bandits cry out. Soon enough a wall of naked sweaty flesh surrounded the warrioress on all sides. Fat bodies, rail thin frames and muscle bound monsters crowded around her with their jutting moist cocks poking at her face. There were even cum dripping pussies mixed in with the throng, flaring out of sweat shined hips with hues that ranged from the pale pinkish shades of Rhinemarkers to the dark brown complexions of a Nabiri. 

Features and faces were just a blur to Vigdis as the parade of sex flesh hammered one thing into her mind. 

Mark the strong, she said in her mind. Mark the strong and cull the weak. 

*** Among the bushes, slinking wolf-like forms began rounding the tree line. They could smell their bitch's scent marking the prey, burning to memory those their sister had chosen. 

"Do we strike now?" one of the worgs asked. 

"Patience, brother," another replied. "We will all get our fill."

"Their mating looks uncomfortable," the first worg observed. "Do we really have to wait?"

"Garrack says we should let her have her 'fun'," the other worg said in a shrugged voice. "So we will let her alone until she is finished." 

"Humans," the first worg replied as he gazed upon the mob of humans copulating with their bitch sister.

*** A loud groan rang in Vigdis' ears as she swallowed the length of flesh in front of her. She then grabbed two other stiff cocks and began pumping the slick shafts, while bobbing her head on the dick flesh in her mouth. She swirled her tongue as she sucked the cock flesh, teasing the angry head with a whirl of wet swipes. It made the bandit above her stiffen in familiar anticipation, making Vigdis bob and pump faster on the cocks. 

"AHHH!" The three bandits screamed, shooting their spunk on and in her. 

"Like the taste of my sausage girl?" The bandit above her asked, pulling his cock from her cum slick lips.

"Weak," Vigdis snorted as she licked the cum from her mouth. She then tasted the spunk on her hands, making her break into a smile. "Mmm, strong!"

"You call me weak, bitch!" said the sucked-off bandit.

"Hey, no insults to the lady Segeric," the two other bandits laughed as they caught their comrade's forming fist. "It's not her fault your cum's like dog's crap!"

"AYE! They're right!" Dimarus cackled. "Any 'weak' men tasted by our new lass here can leave the circle and piss off!"

"Stick it up your ass, bastard," Segeric whispered as he stomped off to the jeers of his leader and kinsmen.


Wolves in the Woods Pt. 01



Still cursing, he trudged towards the bushes. Ironically, he did need to piss, feeling his bladder swell up like a river dam. Walking into the underbrush, the bandit made a beeline to his favorite tree and let loose a torrent. 

"Ahhh, FUCK!" The bandit sighed as his cock drained its liquid cargo. "Mother fucking dog fuckers. I'll show them and that little bitch who's weak! Hey, what's that?"

With the hoots and hollers of the others behind him, Segeric scanned the darkness of the underbrush, swearing to himself he heard a rustle among the leaves. "Come out from there, fomor's whore! I heard you!"

The darkness kept still. Moving from the tree, Segeric walked a few feet into the brush searching for the source of the sound. "I said come out here or I'll chop your balls off!"

This time the blackness answered with a canine growl. 

A flash of movement was all Segeric could see before feeling sharp-fanged jaws close around his crotch. Excruciating pain soon flooded his entire body, rooting him to the spot as the agony forced his eyes to fix on the gaping bloody hole that used to be his cock. Segeric tried to scream but a weak whimper was all he could manage, overwhelmed as he was with horror and anguish. His eyes finally broke away from the wound to search for the creature that stole his manhood. It was just in time to see the swift missile of fur and teeth speeding towards his neck. 

***

"Gods, you boys are right," Vigdis heard a female voice above her groan. "This bitch is good!"

The swordswoman responded by burying her nose deeper into a blond tuft of crotch hair, her lips and tongue alternating on sucking a hard clit and licking up a cum dripping pussy. Vigdis felt the woman shiver in approval, grinding her crotch on the warrioress' face. 

"Damn, this whore would sell for a king's ransom in Khalistan!" Another voice spoke, a male one this time. Vigdis answered the bandit by gripping his cock tight in her sperm slick hand. He gasped as she slid her fist up and down his shaft, trying to pump him to climax. "Damn girl is insatiable," Dimarus laughed. "Siburg! Hrotmar! Make room for your leader!"

Vigdis felt the bandit leader maneuver behind her and spread her thighs to accommodate him. He spat at her once he was in position and Vigdis felt the warm flow of spittle travel down her ass crack. 

"Ready yourself whore," he whispered, smearing spit on the valley between her buttocks. "I'm going to ride you like the wild bitch you are." 

"OHH!" Vigdis gasped when Dimarus suddenly jammed his meaty cock into her asshole. The bandit leader quickly got into a rhythm of fast, pounding thrusts, withdrawing almost completely then slamming back in with all his might. The rough stimulation made her intensify her own licking and sucking, switching from cock to pussy and back again, rubbing and tasting all the right spots until all her two lovers could do were wail in pleasure. 

"OH FUCKING DEVILS, I'M COMING!" Siburg screamed and poured her sex honey into Vigdis' mouth. Hrotmar meanwhile gave out an animalistic roar as he showered the side of the warrior woman's face with gobs of pearly liquid. As soon as their climax tremors subsided, Siburg and Hrotmar staggered back from the cum-covered northerner. 

"B-both strong," Vigdis stammered, shivering from the thrusts to her ass.

"And you're a strong fucker too," Hrotmar panted. 

"Amen to that!" Siburg said, clinging to her lover for support.

"Hey, Dimarus," spoke a voice from the assembled throng. "Are we gonna keep holding our cocks or are you going to let us have a go?" 

"Have mercy on your men lover!" Aveza said, still lounging on the log only with Bero slurping at her pussy. "Let them have a poke at that honey pot. You can still have your fun while they do!"

"You are absolutely right my lover," Dimarus leered. Vigdis gasped in surprise when the bandit leader buried himself deep into her ass and reached forward for her legs. Clutching Vigdis by her thighs, Dimarus pulled her to his chest and stood up, fully impaling Vigdis on his flesh spear. 

"Join me for a fuck boys!" Dimarus said, bouncing the panting Vigdis on his cock. Hoots and hollers once again rang in Vigdis' ears as the mob with stiff cocks descended upon her. 

***

"Gods, you still want to fuck?" Siburg asked her lover after staggering away from the gaggle of bandits. 

"Can't help it," Hrotmar leered. "The north bitch can get your blood up. And with the boys sharing her, I want something a little less soiled."

"You say the sweetest things!" Siburg laughed. "Let's go to the forest for a private feast for two."

"I'll be dining on your tits soon!" Hrotmar said. They chase each other out of the clearing, giggling like children as they enter the dark underbrush - oblivious to the shadowy shapes that tracked their movement.

Finally catching up to his lover, Hrotmar enveloped Siburg in his embrace, kissing her passionately as his hands roamed her sweaty curves. When their lips broke, Hrotmar gazed upon the woman bathed in moonlight. Her face, while feminine, had a hard cast about it, like a noble's doll that had been played with for a child's age and then discarded. The used-up beauty that shone through was enhanced by her wild dirty blond hair which crowned a body that boasted of firm and nubile flesh. 

"I'll fuck her," his thoughts echoed. "I'll fuck this beautiful bitch and lace my fingers around her pretty neck. I'll make her come for the last time and feast on her tits."

"What do you want to do lover?" Siburg asked. 

Smiling evilly, the bandit twirled her around and framed her back to his chest. Bending her forward with his body, Hrotmar slipped his lance-like cock between her ass flesh and then thrust deep into her pussy. Siburg gasped at the penetration but was soon pushing back at the stabbing, balls deep cock. Hrotmar's hands resumed their exploration of Siburg's damp skin, sliding over her taut belly, kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples. All the while journeying upwards to her neck. 

"Mm, you want it rough again do you?" Siburg asked, feeling her lover's hand clutch her right below her chin. "Not too tight this time."

Hrotmar just smiled behind her and fucked her harder, faster with his grip tightening around her neck. She reached behind her to hold Hrotmar - for balance he suspected - then began clutching at his leg in an attempt to make him ease off his hold. 

"Not now bitch," the murderer whispered. "You'll feel my grip. You'll take my cum. You'll feel the ecstasy of Lorshac!" 

"H-Hrotmar," Siburg gurgled hoarsely. "Something's out ..."

He cut her off before she could continue, now grabbing her neck with both hands and thrusting into her with rapid strokes. Hrotmar laughed inwardly as he saw his victim's arms flail. He was curious though about why Siburg seemed to be pointing at something in the bushes. 

Suddenly, something slammed into the rutting couple, making Siburg's head whiplash back onto Hrotmar's face. The bandit stumbled to the ground dazed, not knowing where he was or what had happened. Through the haze of his pained senses he could hear a croaking plea. 

"Hrotmar..." He heard Siburg cry. 

Shaking off the pain, Hrotmar's eyes cleared enough to see his would-be victim being dragged by two dog-like forms. They each held her tight by the shoulders with their fang filled jaws. 

"HROTMAR!" She cried out, struggling against the teeth. She was then jerked backwards, the dark forest swallowing her whole. 

Awakened by the horror, Hrotmar shot up from the ground and began a desperate sprint to the clearing. He never made it. Not with another dog-like creature lunging towards him as he turned to flee. 

***

"Weak!" Vigdis cried out, pushing away the bandit who came in her sex just after two thrusts. 

"Wait!" The "fast" bandit stammered. "I made a mistake! Give me another chance!"

"You had your chance!" Dimarus chuckled. "Who's next? And I want a strong one with some staying power!"

As the bandit was pulled away, another of his compatriots, whose muscles and cock size were second only to Dimarus, came forward. "I'm strong enough!"

"Good man Gosbert!" Dimarus bellowed, still bouncing Vigdis' ass up and down his cock. "The holes are tight and slippery!"

"I'll need her fresh," Gosbert replied. "Teru, come here!"

"Sorry boys," said a lithe, dark-skinned Nabiri with long tightly braided hair. "My master is calling." She wiggled herself off a brigand's fat dick and released another's cock from her lips as she straightened up; both outlaws groaned in disappointment as she walked away. 

"Good girl," Gosbert beamed as he watched his smiling whore trot through a thicket of groping hands and caressing cocks. "This north bitch has got the spunk of six weaklings in her. Suck it out!"

"With pleasure." Teru smiled and knelt between the warrior woman's legs. With one long lick, Teru tasted the slick shaft of Dimarus and Vigdis' cum seeping pussy, making them gasp as the Nabiri's tongue touched their aroused flesh.

To the cheers of the bandits, the ebony hued whore lapped at the Northwoman's sperm caked pussy and strummed its pale pink clit. The sensations were driving Vigdis close to another climax, making her tighten the inner muscles of her ass. The delicious friction was binging Dimarus close to the edge as well, making him redouble his strokes, hammering her ass passage as it gripped him tight.

"OH FUCK THE GODS!" Dimarus roared, shooting a white flood into Vigdis' ass. The wet heat in her bowels triggers Vigdis' own orgasm, spraying her own cum mixed pussy juices into Teru's mouth.

Both bandit and warrioress shuddered for what seemed to them like an eternity, oblivious to the lewd cheers of their criminal audience. Only Teru's pussy hungry mouth and ball caressing hand were all they were aware of. The dark-skinned woman eventually got of her knees and seized Vigdis' face. The Nabiri then kissed the shaking Northwoman full on the mouth, her tongue forcing past the warrioess' lips, opening them to let the cum and juices in the black woman's mouth pour into Vigdis'. 

"What am I whore?" Teru asked Vigdis.

"Strong," the swordswoman gasped. 

"That's right bitch," Teru said and pinched the Northwoman's nipples. 

"Watch it," Dimarus said as he let Vigdis slip off his cock and drop to the ground. "Mustn't bruise the fruit!"

"Gosbert," the bandit leader continued, turning his compatriot. "You and the boys can do what you want with her. Leave some for the scavengers when you're through."

"Of course." Gosbert smiled.

***

"Not joining in the fun, Teru?" A bandit lounging by the tents asked.

"No, Audegar," the Nabiri replied, trotting towards a small group of naked men and women relaxing by the encamped tents. "Even we 'strong ones' need our beauty rest."

"What in the hells does she mean by 'weak' anyway?" An olive skinned Khalistani girl asked. "Or strong for that matter?"

"You're just jealous because you are one of the weak ones," Teru teased as she sat among them. "Isn't that right Audegar?"

"Fuck you, Teru!"

"In your dreams Esra." 

"Oh come on ladies," Audegar smirked as he tightened the top knot of his long hair. "Bashed up faces aren't attractive. Not to me anyway."

"But Esra's right to ask you know," said an almond-eyed, fair skinned lass with long black hair. "That white girl may be putting a curse on us!"

"Gods, lousy!" Audegar barked, hearing his other 'weak' compatriots mumble in agreement. "You've got these idiots believing in your 'karmic retribution' horse shit! Fine way to ruin a man you superstitious bitch."

"My name is Lao-Shih, ignorant gwailoh!"

"What did you call me whore?" "It's going to be a moot point soon." Teru, interrupted. "That Vigdis is going to be fucked until she's dead and no amount of curses will save her from that. Her gods deserted her and no one will be fighting for her."

"So just forget about that northerner," the black woman continued. "I'm sure we have better things to do besides arguing about a dead woman."

"I think Hrotmar and Siburg went into the woods for some fun," one of the bandits offered. 

"Good to know Azzo," Audegar said and stood up. "Fuck, enough of this bickering. I need to dip my cock into something wet."

"I'll go too." Teru said, standing as well. "Esra? Lao-Shih?"

"Hells, I'm coming." Esra replied. "She has a good mouth on her."

"We'd better hurry," Azzo said, getting to his feet. "Hrotmar's got that crazy look in his eye again."

"And I'm not in the mood to poke a cold corpse," Audegar said.

"I suppose a warm one is fine?" Teru laughed. "Well Lao-Shih?"

"D'iu ne lo mo!" Lao-Shih spoke in her native tongue and turned her back to them. 

"Suit yourself." Teru shrugged. 

***

"So fucking TIGHT!" The corpulent bandit blurted out as his cock-head pressed past Vigdis' brown-eye.

His cock was fat and long, making Vigdis wince as he pushed forward into her anal chute. But she kept her position, straddling Gosbert's crotch as he hammered his sex shaft up into her pussy. Both bandits quickly got into a rhythm of brutal double impalements that shook the Northwoman's body, forcing agonized pants out of her lips. Her gasping was muffled though by another bandit's flesh lance, fucking her face with fast strokes stabbing deep in her throat. 

"All holes filled whore," Gosbert said as he painfully squeezed Vigdis' ample tits. "And you'll have spunk sweating off your skin soon enough!"

With those words, all three outlaws picked up their pace and violently jamming themselves into Vigdis' holes, uncaring if they battered her body as they violated her.

"RRAAHH!" The bandits yelled as they flooded her orifices with pearly liquid, which leaked down her thighs, cheeks and chin. Finally spent, they unceremoniously withdrew their shrinking cocks and tossed Vigdis to the ground. 

"You want more bitch," Gosbert asked as he crouched over Vigdis' cum drenched body

"Strong and weak," she smiled. "I want more cum!"

"Gods, she's insatiable!" The fat bandit said. "It'll be a waste to kill her."

"Then you feed her," Gosbert said as he stood. "If she survives the boys."

"Hey, make room!" Another trio of bandits as they moved to Vigdis. "It's our turn!"

"Have at it!" Gosbert laughed.

With that they descended on her, with one spooning Vigdis, slipping his cock into her slick ass passage, the other draping her leg on his shoulder as he stabbed her cum leaking sex with his shaft, while the last one knelt in front of her face and fucked her mouth. They mercilessly thrust into her holes until another gush of cum filled her insides and covered her body.

Three more bandits quickly replaced the spent trio with another bandit having Vigdis sit on his cock, her back facing him. A second one fell between her legs and buried himself up to his balls into her pussy. While the last squatted over her face and forced his member past the warrioress' lips. The scene played out again and again as the score of highwaymen got their turns, roughly caressing her inner flesh until they all sprayed her with their seed inside and out.

All the while she, in between pants of lust, she kept on whispering two words: "Weak. Strong."

It was a mantra she continued even as one more bandit enveloped his cock with her jism slick breasts, sliding his shaft between the tit-flesh until he spewed white cum all over her sperm frosted lips. 

"Your turn," the bandit smiled as he stood up. It was then Vigdis got a whiff of something unpleasant. 

"Remember me bitch?" Bero said, falling on top of her and seizing her wrists. He quickly held them above her so she couldn't struggle. "I'll show you the price of bad mouthing me!"

"You're Weak!" Vigdis spat. "Let me go!"

"I'm going to enjoy this!" Bero chuckled as he tried to put himself between her legs. "I like fighters bitch! It's better for me when I break them!"

"GET OFF OF ME!" Vigdis bellowed in an inhuman voice, making the bandit sit up in surprise. 

***

"Did you hear that?" Audegar asked as he turned his head to the clearing. 

"Looks like the boys are giving it to that bitch," Teru smiled. 

"It doesn't sound like she giving in though," Esra remarked.

"Good gods! Don't tell me you two believe that dung Lao-Shih is spewing?" 

"I'm just looking for a wet hole to fuck," Audegar said, trudging into the bush. "Hey Azzo? Where are you lad?" 

"Damn it Teru," Esra said. "I'm telling you that Northwoman just feels wrong! I've felt it ever since we started fucking her."

"Fuck the devils!" Teru said, turning from Esra as she walked after Audegar. "Superstitious idiots! Always, fretting over the littlest things! Can't even take a shit without asking some dead prophet's permission!" 

"You hear me Esra?" She asked the woman behind her. "Or do you have to ask your prophet which hole of yours is more acceptable for my foot to be in? WELL?"

Incensed, Teru turned to confront the other woman - and found no one there. Scanning her front, she soon realized she had lost sight of Audegar as well. Teru was alone among the darkened woods.

"Gods damn it," the black woman cursed, scanning the trees for her companions. "Esra! Audegar! Where in the hells are you two?" 

The darkness replied with a feral growl that made Teru yelp in fear. The dread though disappeared almost immediately when she saw Siburg emerge from the shadowed leaves. "Siburg!" Teru smiled, starting to her. "Still alive, I see. Have you seen Audegar or Esra?"

Another animal growl broke the nightscape and this time it came from Siburg. Terror slowly crept through Teru's naked body as her eyes adjusted to the blackness. It revealed her blond sister whore smiling with a mouth of sharp fangs, her eyes blood shot red, and a blanket of smooth golden fur growing up her arms. And the fur kept on growing as Teru watched. 

"Strong," Siburg said and that was enough to make the Nabiri woman run for her life. A run cut short when she slammed into the hairy chest of Hrotmar. 

"Strong," Hrotmar spoke as he held the Nabiri in a vise like grip. A scream was caught in Teru's throat, cut off by Hrotmar's jagged-toothed mouth as it bit into her neck. 

***

"Now what's the problem?" Dimarus asked, watching the crowd around Bero and Vigdis. "That sissy cock Bero still can't handle that Northwoman," Gosbert chuckled, his cock swaying as he walked towards Dimarus. "You two still talking about that fool," Aveza asked, her head cocking up from Dimarus' crotch. "Keep on sucking, you," the bandit leader smiled. "And don't tell me they can't handle one woman Gosbert." "You know that Bero," Gosbert answered as he sat by the log where Dimarus and his lover were lounging. "That fucker will lose his head if he's not careful." 

It was then a loud popping noise came from the group of would-be rapists, followed by a chorus of fearful screams. 

"What in the hells is that?" Dimarus said, spotting an object falling towards him. Landing between his legs, right in front of Aveza who was bent over and deep throating the bandit leader's cock, the object rolled towards them. Aveza immediately sat up and screamed.

It was Bero's head. 

Suddenly a loud roar broke through the night air and the naked bodies of bandits were flying all over the clearing. Gosbert and Dimarus quickly got to their feet but became nailed to their spots when they saw what was among the prone cutthroats. 

The thing was almost 8 feet tall, covered head to toe with sheer golden fur. A majestic wolf head topped its shoulders, crowning a lean and muscular man-wolf body. Or wolf-woman to be precise. The she-wolf creature howled at the moon, thrusting its impressive breasts into the night sky. To the horror of all those still breathing, many animalistic cries joined her in concert. 

***





Wolves in the Woods Pt. 01



Blood lust was coursing through Vigdis' feral veins, heightened by the merciless assault of her pack mates as they burst forth from the brush; clawing, biting and eviscerating the cowed and stunned bandits in the clearing. The only other instinct that battled for her attention was the damned bitch heat that filled her to her pores. 

She forced herself ignore the primal horniness; it was no time to mate. The culling was finished and it was now time to initiate the chosen - and feast on the rest. "We've got to run!" Vigdis heard a voice say. It was the female she first tasted, Aveza.

Looking to its source, the she-wolf spotted the woman, sprinting through the carnage with the ones called Gosbert and Dimarus. Vigdis wasted no time and pounced the closest runner.

"AAAARRRHHH!" Gosbert screamed as Vigdis' clawed hands and feet dug into his back, dropping him to the ground. She quickly buried her fangs into his shoulder, grunting in triumph when familiar groans of pain sang from his lips, feeling the bile from her teeth seep into his body. 

"Move you stupid bitch!" She heard Dimarus say. Looking up, Vigdis could see the bandit leader at the edge of the clearing, desperately trying to escape. With her powerful legs, Vigdis leaped the wide gap of blood soaked clearing to grab Dimarus' blond locks. 

A defiant bellow of pain sounded out from the bandit as Vigdis slammed him down by his hair, pinning him. Dimarus could only squirm as he tried to loosen the werewolf's clutch, watching the wolf-woman lick the claws of her free hand. 

"Strong," Vigdis growled and embedded her saliva slick claws into Dimarus' chest. While the bandit gurgled in pain, Vigdis scanned the chaotic scene for the woman. She grinned as much as her lupine mouth allowed when her ears picked up Aveza's chilling screams from within the forest. 

***

Aveza watched in terror as the large wolf-like creatures burst out of the dark underbrush. Immediately they set upon the prone and unprepared bandits. Some of the beasts just held down their prey with paws and jaws as another would sink their fangs deep into a poor brigands flesh. 

The rest were literally torn apart. Scenes of entrails being chewed out of bellies, limbs ripped off by sharp teeth, throats slashed open by jagged paws, and they all were captured by her fright-filled eyes. Even the women weren't spared, seeing that whore Lao-Shih and a few other females cornered by the tents and each of them screaming in pain as the beasts feasted of their faces and chests. 

"We've got to run!" She screamed to Dimarus and Gosbert. She didn't wait for their response, bolting towards the dark woods in front of her. Aveza picked up her pace when she heard Gosbert's cry above the wails of agony. And when Dimarus fell behind after calling her a bitch, she was sprinting into the blacked-out woods. 

"This is mother's fault!" Aveza cursed as she raced blindly. "She should have just given me her damn pendant! I wouldn't have killed her and I wouldn't be running now. That selfish bitch!"

Just as she spoke, Aveza suddenly bumped into a fleshy obstacle and fell onto her rump. She adjusted her eyes to the darkness as she looked up from her forest seat, making out a female figure with dark brown skin. 

"Teru!" She said. "Thank the gods! They've killed everyone! Even Dimarus! We've got to get everyone we can find and.... Teru?"

The woman in the shadows growled as Aveza spoke, slowly shuffling towards her. The noblewoman screamed when the moonlight revealed a dark furred wolf-woman whose face was twisted into a lupine shape. 

The Teru-thing pounced on her and Aveza scurried away as fast as she could, missing a swipe from the creature's claw by just inches. Getting on her feet, Aveza rushed away from the monster, right into the path of another werewolf who held a woman's head in its teeth. 

"OH GODS! Esra!" Aveza screamed, recognizing the head's face. Trembling, she backed away from the gory scene, never seeing the two worgs pouncing on her. A stifled cry was all she could manage as the pain from two fang-filled jaws clamping down on her shoulders quieted her voice. The monstrous pair held her face down on the ground as she desperately struggled to free herself. Then the gravelly voice reached her ears. 

"The pack has not decided your worth," the voice said.

The worgs let up on their bite pressure a little, letting Aveza look up to the speaker. She saw a man-sized, blue-furred goblin with wolf like features stare down on her. The Vigdis werewolf was crouching by the goblin's legs, licking the side of his right calf with her blood soaked tongue. Other werewolves were there too, all on their fours on either side of the goblin and its lover, their red eyes locked in on Vigdis.

"See if this female is a worthy addition to the clan," the goblin continued. 

Vigdis acknowledged her master's order and started towards the bound Aveza on clawed hands and digitigrade legs. She rounded the terrified woman, sniffing her sweaty skin as she did until finally ending up at Aveza's rump. 

Aveza felt the werewolf's clawed hands seize her hips and pull them upwards, exposing her sex and brown eye. A gasp of surprise came from Aveza's lips when she felt Vigdis' wet muzzle bury itself in her pussy. The noble was soon moaning in unwanted arousal when the werewolf's long tongue lapped at her sensitive flesh, tasting her from her wet clit to the rosette of her asshole. 

The impossibly long tongue then found its way into her soft velvet passage, licking the spongy inner walls of her pussy. A forced orgasm shuddered through Aveza as Vigdis swiped at the sensitive spot inside her sex, making her sag in the jaws of her captors while she quivered in climax.

"Well, Vigdis?" The goblin-wolf asked. 

The wolf woman stood up and wiped her cum soaked mouth. "Weak."

Aveza screamed for her mother as she felt the fang-filled jaws tear into her skin.



Wolves in the Woods Pt. 02



Sorry for the very late update. Life got in the way, don't you hate it when that happens? Anyway, I'll try to post the next tales more frequently. Lastly, I'd like to thank all my editors who have gone out of their way to help me out. Thanks, guys! 

As dawn light rays pierced through the Thurtgen's thick forest canopy, a loud clash of steel echoed through the bows of its ancient trees. Collisions of metal on metal paused the chirping and frolicking of the woods' many denizens, making them turn to the clearing where three newcomers to the Thurtgen made camp.

"Your defenses are better," Romica said. "And your attacks are more fluid. I'm impressed!"

"I had a very good teacher." Harl smiled. "Want to see what else I've learned?"

Harl then lunged forward with his large bastard sword, its emerald sheened blade shooting for the swordswoman's chest. At the last instant the half-elf sidestepped the attack, parrying the giant's blade as she did. Romica quickly followed up with her own attacks, slashing at Harl with both her longsword and dagger. The half-ogre responded by meeting her strikes with his own parrying blade and a stout round shield.

"Sneaky ogre!" Romica laughed as she withdrew, her blades still raised in challenge. "Remember what I said about your mouth doing your fighting."

"It's mostly useless once the swords have started swinging," Harl said, drawing back into a defensive stance. "Unless you can back it up of course. I can."

"We'll see," Romica smirked.

As the last word left her lips, Romica sent her blades into a flurry of deft thrusts and slashes, her leather-armored form twirling in an elegant display of swordplay, where every swipe and stab was like a rhythmic dance of deadly intent.

Harl, though, was up to her challenge, fending off Romica's attacks with his shield and blade. His techniques weren't as pretty as the half-elf's, but they were efficient, focused and relentless, enabling the towering warrior to key in on every move the swordswoman made.

The giant even matched the half-elf's nimble motions stride for stride, pressing his mail-clad body into a mobility unheard of from one so big. Soon enough the ogre warrior was putting Romica on the defensive, her gliding movements becoming hard-pressed to keep up with Harl's unrelenting attacks. 

'She's left herself open,' Harl smiled to himself, seeing a tired Romica drop her blades dangerously low. 'I've got her now!'

Once more, Harl thrust his bastard sword forward anticipating a quick win. It was then that Romica gave the giant warrior a big smile.

With an inhuman speed, Romica raised her blades in a cross parry and caught Harl's sword as it descended upon her. In one swift motion the half-elf guided the massive weapon downwards and used the giant's momentum to impale the blade into the dirt.

"Oh shit!" Harl cried out, finding himself leaning awkwardly forward and completely open. Romica, meanwhile, had regained her elfin grace, using the half-ogre's body as a pivot to elegantly twirl herself around the giant - ending up at his exposed rear.

"Ow!" Harl cried out, feeling the flat of the fey-blooded warrior's sword slap his ass. "Damn it!"

***

"Bravo!" a voice said from trees. "Another foe falls to the Swords of Vendula!"

"And quite convincingly I might add," Romica said, bowing to the clapping halfling coming out of the brush.

Harl was crestfallen. Ever since the storm broke, Romica had been giving him lessons in sword fighting. He had yet to win a match against the half-elf but Harl believed he was improving - - until now.

"As for you, my distinguished opponent," Romica said, sheathing her blades and loosening her dueling leathers. "Do you know why your ass is sore?"

"No patience," Harl answered, sheathing his own sword. "I got too eager for a win and didn't even consider you might have been baiting me into a trap."

"He seems to listen and comprehend," Sera said as she walked towards them. "Yet his butt is still red!"

"It's a nice butt though," Romica added. "One I wouldn't mind slapping again."

Harl felt his face turn crimson just as the two adventurers started to laugh.

"I'm going to brush up on a few sword drills," Harl said, slinking away.

"Oh cheer up, Harl," Romica said as she patted him on the back. "It's not all grim"

"I lost," Harl replied. "Again."

"But you've always learned from it," The half-elf reminded him. "And I have to admit I thought my arms would pop out from fending you off."

The compliment put a smile on the giant warrior's face, letting him straighten up with pride.

"That's the Harl we know," Sera said. "Now, before you get too pleased with yourself, there's a little matter about payment."

"Really?" Harl asked. "You know there are a lot of other ways I can repay ..."

"Our original arrangement is just fine, thank you," Romica interrupted as she walked over to one of the trees. "And there's no way to get out of it."

"Another history lesson on Harl Caddick?" Harl asked.

"Forgive us if we find you so fascinating!" Sera chimed in.

After joining her half-elf companion at the clearing's boundary, Sera and Romica sat themselves down among the large tree roots and motioned to their ogre companion. "Come on now Harl. A deal is a deal."

"All right, Romica," Harl said, plopping himself down before the two adventurers and setting his sword and shield aside. "What do you want to know?"

"Let's see," Romica said, rubbing her chin. "We know about you being an heir of a Galtican royal house. And that your mother was sold to the Drow by her brothers."

"And how the Dark Elves were this close to turning your mother into spider food," Sera added. "Before your father, Geral, Saved her."

"I still can't get my head around the idea of your father being a sorcerer!" Romica exclaimed. "A spell casting ogre, Sera, can you believe it?"

"He was conceived on a fairy mound," Harl interjected. "His father gave my Grandmother more than just pregnant belly. It was a 'magical' moment as the bards would say, or so I'm told."

"Well, his magic-using sure came in handy with that Drow priestess," Sera said. "Scorched before the witch knew anything was up -- brilliant!"

"So you want me to talk about my Mother's escape again?"

"No, not now," Romica told Harl. "I'd really like to know about what you're packing."

"Right!" Sera leered. "What you're packing. That long, hard ..." "She means your sword," Romica interrupted. "What is the story behind that blade?"

"You mean Warflame?" Harl replied.

Harl then unsheathed his bastard sword, raising its ramrod-straight blade upwards. The sword looked flawless in the sunlight and, despite its use, no nick or scratch could be seen. What mesmerized the adventurers most was the weapon's signature emerald sheen, glinting off the sun's bright rays.

"Damn finest blade ever," Romica cooed. "With a hue not seen since the age of the river kingdoms!"

"And I thought I laid it on thick," Sera said.

"I appreciate fine weaponry," Romica answered.

"So did Skrogg Manbane apparently," Harl added.

"Wait, you mean that sword is one of the Tools of Manbane?" Sera asked. "The weapons forged by the fire giant Jarl of Skull Crown himself?"

"Looks like someone has been listening to the bards!" Harl replied, putting down the weapon. "Abelard thought I should be armed for my journey."

"Abelard?" Romica said. "As in Sir Abelard Baumer?"

"The Ranger Knight of Branborg, Bane of Fire Giants, yes him," Harl continued. "He's my Stepfather. He took Skrogg's Tools as trophies but never got to use them. Too big. He figured that someone had to use them so he gave them to me."

"Well!" Sera said. "It seems we have a hero's son in our midst Romica. You better show some respect!"

"A hero's son that I've spanked!" Romica reminded her. "I assume you have the other tools?"

"That's right," Harl answered proudly. "the shirt of Mithral, the Adamantine Shield, as well as good old Wolf Wound."

Harl then drew out the largest dagger Romica had ever laid eyes on. With a curved, serrated edge, Wolf Wound had a menacing beauty to it. Whereas symmetry was Warflame's source of elegance, the long-bladed knife had the brutal majesty of an ancient wyrm's sharp claw.

"Wow," the halfling said. "The blade's just as green as Warflame's ."

"That's one thing Abelard never figured out," Harl said. "The steel my blades are forged from aren't magical, but they can cut through almost anything! He's never seen this green metal before in his life."

"Wait, how did you become the step-son of one Gothmark's most esteemed knights, anyway?" Sera asked

"He proved his cock was bigger than Geral's," Harl chuckled.

"What?!" Both women asked.

"Long story," Harl smiled. "Getting back to the Tools ..."

"To the hells with the Tools!" Sera said. "They're probably cursed anyway."

"Wh-what makes you say that?" Harl asked nervously.

"Well, even with those fancy blades," Romica said. "I'm still making your ass sore!"

"Ha-ha, very funny," Harl replied. "You know, I aim to remedy that situation!"

"Another time, Warrior," Romica said. "There are far more important things to discuss."

"Like?"

"About Abelard's cock," Sera smiled mischievously. "How big is it really?"

***

As Vigdis Baldursdottir ran her tongue up Teru's dripping pussy, thoughts of her fanged teeth tearing into the flesh of the Nabiri woman's neck kept popping into her head. It didn't help that the dark-skinned woman's clit kept jabbing at her nose, an effect of Audeger's constant and annoying thrusts into Teru's asshole.

'They have to die,' Vigdis' mind whispered. 'Can't let them harm any more people.'

The idea surprised Vigdis. 

Ever since she was initiated into the pack, dark wolfen instincts had wormed their way into her being, completely dominating her thinking. The good of the pack always came first and all other life was just meat for their sustenance.

'Not all meat,' her thoughts continued to counter. 'Innocents must be protected!'

"No one is innocent," Vigdis said in a forced whisper. "The pleasures of the pack come first."

"Yesss," Teru hissed, feeling a shiver of delight from the tingle of Vigdis' voice. "Our pleasure comes first."

Teru looked at herself as she savored the sensations in her sex and brown eye. She was leaning against a thick Darkwood with her hands clutching the gnarled bark, bracing herself to meet Audeger's drives into her ass. Teru then looked down at the blond mop of hair at her crotch and smiled.

"Definitely better than Salim's harem," Teru purred. "Serviced, rather than servicing."

"Not for long 'sister!'" Audeger growled, grabbing a handful of Teru's hair and pulling her backwards. "I'll be having you lick my asshole soon enough!"

"Well, 'brother,'" Teru replied, turning to her lover. "Let's see if you still have enough strength after I'm through with you!"

Twisting out of his grasp, the Nabiri clutched Audeger's hair and forced her lips onto his. Teru then ground her ass against Audeger's cock, tightly clenching and massaging the flesh lance in her anal tunnel. 

Not forgetting Vigdis, Teru twisted the fingers of her other hand into the Northwoman's hair and forced the warrior woman's face onto her wet pussy. All three moaned out their lust.

"Delicious," Teru said, breaking her kiss. "You've got a good mouth on you, Vigdis."

"I honor you with my lips," Vigdis answered.

"Oh, keep honoring me, Northwoman," Teru said, pushing Vigdis' head back to her pussy.

'Now's my chance,' Vigdis thought. 

Then and there, Vigdis' golden locks began lengthening and covering her in a yellow coat, her body warping into a hybrid wolf-human form, ending with her snout at Teru's sex.

Grabbing her ebony hips, Vigdis pressed her snout onto Teru's pussy and jabbed her long canine tongue deep into its velvety folds, tasting the Nabiri's inner flesh. Vigdis soon savored a torrent of Teru's juices, hearing her groan in pleasure as the Nabiri came on the Northwoman's tongue. Audeger moaned as well, surely reacting to the clench of Teru's anal muscles as the black woman climaxed.

Vigdis withdrew her snout once Teru stopped shivering and gazed at her "still human" lovers. A panting Teru was holding the Darkwood again, but was almost bent over at a horizon to it. Audeger was doubled over the Nabiri's back as well, holding her abdomen as he caught his breath. 

None of them had any inkling of her intentions.

Vigdis went on all fours and sensually crawled to Audeger's rear. Both her packmates saw what she was doing and leered about what they knew was going to happen next.

"Gods and Devils!" Audeger gasped, feeling Vigdis' snout nuzzling between his ass cheeks. The werewolf's wet licks on his asshole came next, spurring Audeger to stab into Teru's ass with even more vigor, timing every balls-deep thrust with each laving tongue lash.

Vigdis could hear them grunting like animals as they rutted, completely oblivious to everything but their own lust.

'They won't even know it.' she told herself.

Her hands were at Audeger's thighs but she raised one of them slowly. Her claws lengthened as she brought it higher, poised for a strike.

"Children of Gormak!" A voice said suddenly. It was in pure goblin tongue.

Immediately, Vigdis' head rose from Audeger's ass and turned to the voice, her companions doing the same. She brought down her hand just as quickly, hoping no one saw her drawn talons.

"Garrack commands us to head for the Faerie Mounds," said an imperious, worg-riding goblin bounding out of the trees. "The Gray Striders and the pack are to cleanse the area of life!"

"And whose blood are we spilling this day?" Audeger smiled, his lycanthropy opening his ears and tongue to the humanoid languages. "I've an empty belly!"

"We gorge on Fey folk," the goblin said, returning his grin.

"Then let's not keep our pixie meat waiting!" Teru said in goblin speech.

The Nabiri stood upright, popping Audeger out of her ass as she did, and launched herself forward. Growling in pain and ecstasy, Teru's body warped as she leapt, twisting into a furry, wolfen form that bounded into the woods behind the goblin.

Audeger's hair sprouted in response, covering him head to toe as he fell onto four wolf paws, following his lover into the thicket. Vigdis, meanwhile, just knelt among the foliage dumbfounded.

"Coming sister?" The goblin asked.

Shaking her head, Vigdis transformed herself into her golden-coated wolf shape.

"I go as Garrack commands," the she-wolf snarled.

The goblin howled in approval and spurred his worg back into the forest. Chasing after the worg's padding steps, Vigdis still felt she was under a cloud.

'What is wrong with me?'

***

Romica broke through the water with a loud splash, letting the cool liquid roll down her skin in refreshing rivulets. Reingard Lake, the Thurtgen's fabled spring, was reputed to cure all the aches and ills of the body with just one swim. The swordswoman had to admit that there might be something to those legends. A few moments in its depths and Romica could feel the pains from her duel with Harl melt away.

If only her troubled thoughts could be washed off as easily.

"A hero's son," the half-elf sighed as she tread the water. "Two heroes in fact. The bastard's even a royal."

"He may be a half-breed like me," the adventurer continued. "But just one of his halves are still better than two of my wholes."

A chuckle came from her lips when she realized what she had said. Romica then caught herself when the chuckle started turning into a sob. Shaking her head, the swordswoman thrust herself upwards and back letting her body float on the water's surface.

She never saw the tiny hands rising out of the lake.

"Got you!"A familiar halfling voice cried out.

Romica squealed in surprise when she felt one hand roughly squeeze the flesh of her tits while another flicked the clit hood of her sex. Losing all buoyancy, Romica sank like a rock into the lake. Panic threatened to grip her mind as she tumbled downwards, but then Sera's laughter began echoing through the water.

With the panic fleeing from her, Romica righted herself and swam for the tiny form floating above, her mind now filled with revenge.

On the surface, Sera noticed a growing shadow underneath her. "Uh-oh."

The thief then found herself amidst an explosion of water, feeling strong hands lift her body upwards. The hands quickly threw Sera back down, hitting the water with another loud splash.

"Now that was petty!" Sera giggled as she came up for air. "You have no sense of humor."

"Being molested by a sex-mad runt isn't funny!" Romica spat back, splashing the halfling.

"Finally, anger!" Sera came back. "Good to see you've moved on from self-loathing."

"I saw you moping again," Sera pressed her friend as Romica tried to swim away. "I know that ambush was just a few days ago but you've come back from worse."

"And that's the point," Romica said, turning to Sera. "It's another debacle we can add to a long line of other setbacks."

"It wasn't all bad," Sera countered.

"Oh really?" Romica asked. "You don't remember the time we went against the Giants?"

"They wouldn't have eaten us," Sera said dismissively. "They just wanted a little taste. In the scriptural sense."

"And that time in the Demonweb?"

"Hey you got into that domination ritual too," Sera reminded her. "And it proved to be the downfall of that priestess."

"And who could forget the time we stole that rat god eye?"

"All right that was a bit hairy," Sera admitted. "Rodent men never did it for me."

"That's what I mean," Romica said. "We go on some crazed adventure and then we always wind up neck-deep in some of the most embarrassing situations imaginable!"

"Like getting dosed with Lilith juice?" Sera grinned.

"I don't remember you having a good time," Romica said.

"Well, I'd like to think the gods were watching over us," Sera chirped.

"As a joke, no doubt," Romica frowned. "Small comfort for a half-baked hero."

"Now that's just silly," Sera said. "Look, I know we've hit a rough patch and by all rights we should be in some treasure wyrm's belly by now."

"Don't stop cheering me up," Romica said sarcastically.

"But we always survived our little setbacks," Sera reminded her. "Thanks to you more often than not."

"Well ... " Romica began.

"And you've beaten a blue-blooded giant-kin." Sera added.

"Who'll eventually beat me," Romica said. "Even now he's taking in what he's learned and practicing the many ways to make my ass red."

"He'll still need mentoring," Sera beamed. "Believe me, our luck is going to change for the better. Especially if we have our large friend around."

"And what makes you so sure that Harl will go along with this arrangement?"

"That depends," Sera said. "How wide can you get your legs to split?"

"Don't make me slap you Halfling," Romica said, playfully splashing her friend.

"I can do it if you want," Sera smiled.

"And finally you can win the Pink Pearl's title for the widest pussy!" Romica laughed.

"Oh, I don't know about that," Sera replied. "Your pussy will be very hard to fill."

"Bitch!" Romica giggled in mock anger, splashing the halfling again.

Sera retaliated with her own drenching slap, touching off a back and forth of splashing water mixed with girlish laughter.

"Gods I needed that," Romica said, finally settling down. "A good fight. A good laugh. All I need now is a good drink."

"Or a good fuck," Sera said, sliding up to her companion.

"Well you're acting friendly," Romica smiled, feeling the halfling's chest brush over her breasts.

"You know me," Sera smiled back, cupping the half-elf's cheek with her hand. "Just being a good friend. With benefits."




Wolves in the Woods Pt. 02



Leaning forward, Sera touched her tiny lips to Romica's, tasting the curves of the half-elf's smile. Their arms wrapped around each other, their lips closed together, breaking only for a quick breath before letting the Reingard envelope them.

Like nixies they floated in the depths, gracefully waving their limbs to keep their kiss together. But it was Romica who finally broke their connection and let Sera's child-like form glide up her elfin body. And as the halfling's tummy glided past Romica's face, the half-elf's hands took hold of Sera's petite thighs.

Sera felt a jolt go through her as Romica's lips touched her pussy. It was followed by several more shocks of pleasure, caused by every flick, stab and caress of the swordswoman's active tongue.

The delicious body quakes kept on coming, almost making the little rogue cry out in sexual satisfaction, right in the Reingard's depths. She had to swim to the surface if she didn't want to "come" and drown.

Working her arms, Sera swam for the surface, trying to get ahead of the bliss tremors coming from between her legs. But Romica kept on the halfling's crotch, swimming with her, relentlessly tasting the small woman's velvety pink flesh and relishing the body shivers coming to her lips. The half-elf held the thief by her ass globes now, still feasting on her friend's sex as she paddled them both straight to the light with her long legs.

And with the growing brightness, Sera felt herself drawing closer to the edge, her ecstasy threatening to burst from her lips until ...

"Oh my gods!" Sera screamed, breaking the water's surface and quaking in climax.

Romica caught the halfling as she came up, not wanting her friend to slip back under as she orgasmed. She then planted her lips on Sera, pressing her tongue past the petite lips and sharing the mix of cum and water in her mouth.

"Hold!" Sera finally pleaded, breaking their kiss. "Mercy! I need a rest!"

"You want me to stop?" Romica teased, bringing her head to the thief's neck.

"Y-yess ..." Sera moaned, feeling her friend's lips nuzzling her neck. "No! I mean no! Just slow down!"

"Ha! I've tired out the little sex maniac!" Romica boasted, pushing away from Sera.

"I just need to catch my breath," Sera replied. "Whoo! Have to admit that felt really nice."

"Tasted even better," Romica giggled.

"I try to be as flavorful as possible," Sera joked. "And now it's time that you taste the benefits of our friendship."

"What do you have in mind?" Romica asked.

"Just keep treading water," Sera said as she swam up to Romica. "Leave the rest to me."

The rogue planted a quick kiss on the adventurer's lips before disappearing into the lake. Scanning the surface, Romica started wondering what the halfling had planned. The answer came when tiny lips enveloped her clit.

"Oh, you horny little bitch," Romica smiled, feeling the suction at her sensitive nub.

Delicious ripples soon quivered through the swordswoman, drenching her pussy in ways the waters around her never could. And it was this dampness that let the halfling ease a finger into the folds of her pussy. Romica gasped in surprise at the penetration and began chanting her pleasure at the twin sensations sucking her clit and stroking her velvety inner flesh.

She was getting into a blissful rhythm when another jolt stiffened her body; a second finger stabbed her, stretching the tightness inside. A third joined it, then a fourth, making the adventuress yelp loudly twice in quick succession, scrambling her arms and legs to keep her from sinking.

Sera didn't give her friend a chance to recover, pushing her whole hand into the half-elf's hungry crevice. Romica let out a silent scream, feeling her friend's hand ball up into a fist, pistoning in and out of her pussy with steady strokes. Her body was soon rippling with pleasure as the sucking lips and thrusting fist were pushing her to climax.

It was only Harl's voice that broke through her cloud of bliss.

"How's the water?" Romica heard the ogre-kin call out.

She looked out to the bank and saw Harl, sweaty from practice, setting aside his sword.

"Feels wonderful!" Romica smiled, getting another shock of pleasure from fist-stuffed pussy. "Jump ... ah! ... right in."

"Don't mind if I do," Harl replied as he stripped off his armor. "Hold on."

As Harl shed his clothes, Romica closed her eyes and went back to enjoy being stuffed and fucked. She never heard Harl sprinting from the bank.

"Boulder Ball!" Romica heard Harl yell.

The half-elf's eyes flew open just in time to see the ogre's leaping figure head straight for her.

"Harl, don't!" Romic said in panic.

The giant-kin hit the water with a big splash, quickly followed by a primal scream of pain.

* * *

"I'm sorry!"

Harl held Romica's arm as she shuffled onto the shoreline, her hips locked together as she moved.

"Just get me to the bedroll," she moaned.

"Oh gods, I'm sorry!" Harl repeated. "Are you all right?"

"Of course she isn't you dumb ogre!" Sera scolded Harl as she laid out the thick blanket. "What were you thinking jumping in like that!?"

"Hey I wasn't the one who had a fist up her ..."

"Will you two help me lie down?!" Romica screamed. "Please!?"

Instantly, Harl and Sera got back to helping her to the bedroll. And just as she laid down, Romica curled up on her side with a hand massaging her bruised sex.

"I can get you something for that," Harl offered. "My Father has a cream that fixes up any hurt."

"Well hurry up!" Sera said. "Because I can stick my fist up other places that aren't so pleasant!"

"Stop yelling at him, Sera," Romica said. "He didn't know."

"He still shouldn't have jumped in like that!" Sera argued. "His giant ass could drown someone!"

"Hey! People back in Branborg loved boulder ball!" Harl snapped back. "Everyone asks for the Harl splash at the lake and ..."

"Will you get me that gods damned cream!?" Romica screamed. Harl scurried off to his bag while Sera shut up and held her friend's hand.

"Here it is!" Harl said as he returned with a clay pot. "Just lather it up on anything that hurts, and you'll be fine."

"You can even put it ... uh ... inside you." Harl added, handing the pot over to Romica.

Sitting up, the swordswoman took off the pot's cover and dipped in a finger. "It feels cold."

"Smells like roses too," Sera noticed.

"It's made from a special flower and some other herbs," Harl explained. "I can even put it on you if ..."

"No offense Harl," Romica stopped him. "But don't touch me."

"Listen to her Harl, back off!" Sera seconded. "Come on Romi, let me ..."

"Actually, that goes for you too," Romica said, scooping out a dollop of cream with her finger. "You did have a fist up my pussy."

Reluctantly, Sera sat back with Harl, both watching Romica rub cream on the sensitive place between her legs. The half-elf winced as she pressed the unguent into her sore flesh but forced herself to stand the pain. It wasn't long before the cool touch soothed the burning sensation from her sex. She also felt a different kind of heat starting to replace it. A heat she couldn't quite make out.

"Ow!" Romica yelped, as she pushed her fingers into her sex.

Ignoring the pain, she started spreading the cream on the insides of her pussy and hoped she would feel relief -- never expecting the sensation that would hit her.

"Oohhhwwww!" Romica cried out, doubling over.

"Romica!" Harl and Sera said as they went to their friend. Helping her sit up again, both halfling and giant both noticed their friend's shivers -- and the silly smile on her face.

"Uh, Romica, are you alright?" Sera asked.

"Oh yes," Romica said throatily. "Way better than all right!"

"What the hells?" Harl said.

"Harl, what's in the cream?" Asked Romica.

"What's it made of?" Harl replied. "I think father said it had mercy root, apollon seeds, cerigo blooms ... "

"Cerigo?!" Sera exclaimed. "Acidalia's personal flower?! You had her use a love goddess' aphrodisiac on her pussy? What were you thinking?!"

"Hold on Sera," Romica smiled. "It actually feels really good."

She gasped again as her fingers circled the insides of her sex, spreading the delicious medicine on her inner walls. Romica then took out her digits, still dripping with cream and pussy juices, and licked the length of her index finger.

"It tastes good too," Romica leered. "Want some?"

Sera looked unsure at the gloss-covered hand offered to her, quickly glancing at Harl.

"Father says it's edible," Harl shrugged.

"Oh hells," Sera sighed. "I'll try anything once."

Taking hold of Romica's hand, Sera brought the half-elf's middle finger to her mouth and sucked at its tip. The halfling's eyes brightened immediately, taking in more of her friend's finger. She then took in another, swallowing both lengths to the knuckle and lazily pulling back, running them along her tongue.

Romica then gasped as Sera began lapping at her hand licking it clean of all its fluids.

"I guess it is tasty," Harl chuckled.

"As I said," Romica agreed.

"Mmmm, Cytherean honey," Sera said, licking her lips.

"With a little green forest mint," Romica added, taking back her hand.

"Cy-what?" Harl asked.

"Your father made his own batch of temple ambrosia," Romica explained. "Specifically, Acidalia's ambrosia. Food of the goddess of love and lust."

"It heals what ails you," Sera added as she took the pot of cream and dipped her finger in. "And loosens you up for the temple orgy!"

"Speaking of orgies," Romica said to Sera. "I think you should start helping me in my healing process, so we can go on to other things."

"I couldn't agree more," Sera smiled.

Romica laid back on the bedroll, stretching out as she parted her legs to the halfling. Plopping herself down between Romica's thighs, Sera spread the cream on the half-elf's pussy, slowly sliding her finger up and down the swordswoman's moist folds.

Romica gasped when Sera pushed two cream-covered digits into her pussy channel, coating the velvety walls inside with the unguent. Soon enough she was pushing back at the halfling's fingers as they went in and out of her dripping pussy. She stopped only when a cum-shock lanced through her body after feeling Sera's soft, sucking lips on her clit.

Luxuriating in the delicious sensations, Romica turned her head to her giant-blooded friend sitting beside her. Harl was obviously aroused at the spectacle in front of him, as the cock he was pumping on jutted out like a thick Velerian column. Romica locked eyes with the half-ogre and exchanged knowing leers.

"Should I give you girls some privacy?" Harl asked, with a tinge of hope that she'd say no.

"Oh come over here, Harl," Romica replied. "And bring your friend."

Harl giggled like a young boy expecting a treat, shuffling himself towards Romica as he did with cock leading the way.

"Let's show your friend some friendly attention, shall we?" Romica said. "Bring him closer"

Harl obliged and shimmied up to Romica's chest. The adventuress quickly grabbed the ogre's cock, pumping the fleshy lance with both her hands. Harl groaned at the touch, immediately enjoying her ministrations, never seeing the open palm speeding towards his cock head.

"Ow!" Harl cried out as Romica slapped his dick's crown. "What the hells?!"

Coming up from Romica's pussy, Sera giggled as she saw the big man try to retreat from the tiny half-elf who still had his cock in hand. "Well, I'm glad my pain amuses you."

"Hurts, does it?" Romica asked. "Believe me, that's nothing compared to being punched inside your pussy."

"I'm sorry," Harl said again as he slinked away, feeling very small.

"Oh come back, Harl," Romica said. "I won't bite. Not anymore, anyway."

Cautiously, Harl went back to Romica as she sat up, taking the pot of cream.

"You're not doing what I think you're ... "

"Yes I am, Sera, and I'm not hearing any arguments," Romica said, dipping a hand in the pot. The half-elf then rubbed her hands together, slathering them both with the unguent.

"Ahh!" Harl groaned as Romica clutched his sore cock head with both hands.

First feeling pain at her tight hold, Harl arched his back in pleasure as the cream was massaged into the cock head's skin, healing the hurt and sending a of ripple delight up his spine.

"Feel better?" Romica asked, slowly jacking Harl off, stroking him double fisted from head to base. "I hope I wasn't too harsh with your friend."

"Oh, my friend's just fine," Harl smiled.

"Good," Romica said. "Now that I have your attention ... "

"I think you have more than that," Sera chimed in.

"Hush, I'm negotiating!" Romica told the halfling. "Again, now that I have your attention I was hoping for a favor."

"Anything," Harl said, catching his breathe as he felt Romica cup his balls.

"Remember how Sera and I found you in the cave?" She asked, still stroking his stiffness. "When we were on the run from those worg riders?"

"All right," Harl said, trying not to come on the half-elf as she gave him quick lick up his length.

"Yummy," Romica said. "Well those little bastards had ambushed us while we were escorting some Valerians into the Thurtgen. We tried to get our charges to run for it but that idiot Julianus insisted that we stand and fight."

"I bet he regretted that idea when that goblin skewered him," Sera said, now lying on her tummy with her head propped up by her hands.

"You're probably right," Romica said. "Anyway, when we saw the last Valerian fall Sera and I decided that discretion was the better part of valor ..."

" ... leaving the dead bodies at the ambush site." Harl finished for her. "And you'll need help retrieving them."

"Uh ... Well ... Yes," Romica said with confusion on her face as she stopped her stroking.

"How did you know that?" Sera asked.

"Valerians have a thing about bringing back their loved ones," Harl said. "Their border garrisons pay a pretty coin for anyone with a long lost corpse."

"Then you see my predicament," Romica said, tightening her grip on Harl's shaft and slowly tugging at his sex, making the giant groan at the sensations. "Sera and I promised to return those Valerians to their empire and I hate to leave a job unfinished."

"And you do owe me," Romica added. Smiling, the half-elf brought her mouth to the tip of Harl's cock head. Harl roared his pleasure as he felt Romica's tongue lick the fleshy knob of his sex.

Lathering the large mushroom crown with her saliva, Romica made the ogre warrior groan even louder when she stuck the tip of her tongue into the slit of his flesh lance. More moans of encouragement came from the half-ogre as Romica wiggled her tongue's tip in the tight opening, coaxing out the pre-cum that started leaking from it.

"Well?" Romica suddenly asked, raising her head after sipping up Harl's fluids. "Can you help us out? As you can see, I can make it worth your while."

"Oh, what the hells!" He said. "It's not like I have anything better to do."

"I can think of a few things," Romica replied. "Hand me the ambrosia pot, Sera."

"You are a glutton for punishment," the halfling said, handing it to her.

"If you can be adventurous then so can I," Romica said.

Covering her hands in the cream, Romica took hold of Harl's manhood once more and slid her slippery hands up and down. Harl tilted his head back, giving out a silent scream. He could feel the unguent's effects coursing through his body, tingling sensations stimulating even the tiniest part of his being. It was an arousal from the gods.

"I think he's ready," Romica leered.

"Well, he'll have to have to wait," Sera frowned. "I have to get you ready first."

"You're right," Romica realized. "Can you wait big fellow?"

"I can manage," Harl said, taking his cock back and furiously jacking it off.

"Then heal me halfling!" Romica commanded, lying back on the bedroll and opening her legs.

Sera promptly got the pot and dipped two fingers in it, scooping out a healthy amount of cream. Romica sighed happily as she felt her friend's digits slip back into her pussy, spreading the slippery medicine onto her moist inner walls. Sera also went back to sucking on the half-elf's clit, taking the bud between her lips and rolling it on her tongue.

Harl, with cock in hand, sat dumbfounded as they fucked. His ears hung on to every sound they made, the squishy plunging of Sera's fingers, the wet kissing sounds between Romica's legs, mixed in with the gasps and moans of the Fey-Blooded warrior writhing on the blanket. All of the sensual noises made him so hard it hurt to slide his fist along his length.

Seeing his desperation, the swordswoman turned to the half-ogre and spoke.

"Hey Harl," Romica said in between the gasps. "You apologized to me, why not to Sera?"

"Why should I ..." Harl started until it dawned on him. "Wait, yes I should, shouldn't I?"

With a grin on his face, Harl slinked around to where Sera laid down between Romica's thighs, his eyes focused on the halfling's small, cute butt.

"I apologize Sera," Harl said, lying on his side behind the little rogue. "I know that my jumping in like that probably ... unnerved you."

"I wasn't scared!" Sera said, taking her glossy lips off Romica's pussy.

"Never said you were," Romica chimed in.

"You're the bravest halfling ever," Harl added. "And I want to make it up to you."

"How so?" Sera asked, turning her head to him.

"By kissing it to make it better," Harl smiled.

"Kissing what ... OH!"

Sera felt Harl's lips plant themselves on a pert asscheek, loving the wet suction of its touch on her skin.

"It'll take a little more than that to consider us even," Sera said playfully.

"I was counting on that," Harl said.

Sera caught her breath as she felt Harl's tongue snake itself between the globes of her butt, tasting her pussy lips and puckered asshole in one long lick.

"Well?" Harl asked as he lifted his head.

"A little more," Sera smiled.

"Coming right up," Harl said.

Gently, the giant-kin took hold of the halfling's hips and lifted the rogue to her knees. Parting her thighs, Harl then gave Sera's pussy another lick; one that was slower and more intense, letting his giant tongue savor the taste of her stiff clit, the damp flesh between the soft folds, right up to the tight hole of her ass.

Sera shuddered at Harl's attention, thrashing her body as she clutched at Romica's thighs.

"Calm down girl," the half-elf giggled. "You still have to give me my medicine."

"I'll give you medicine," Sera answered as she slipped her hands under Romica's firm buttocks and cupped the warm flesh there.

"That looks fun," Harl said, seeing the halfling kiss the pink of Romica's sex. The giant warrior followed Sera's lead and lowered his head between the valley of the rogue's ass.

"Mmmppphhh!" Sera moaned into her friend's pussy as Harl's tongue stabbed into her like a flaming saber. A series of quick breaths were taken by Sera as the ogre-kin let his tongue lazily roll around in her tight sex, ending with another moan by the halfling when Harl circled her clit and sucked its stiff button.

"Please don't stop," Sera heard Romica plead. She could feel the swordswoman's fingers lacing into her hair just as the half-elf instinctively thrust her hips towards Sera's face. The halfling dove back in, licking her tongue up, over and around Romica's aroused clit, aping Harl's own lashings taste for taste on her tiny sex.

Once he saw Sera's juices flowing, Harl took his tongue back from the thief's pussy and gave his glossy lips a quick lick. "You're almost ready, Sera!"

"Ooommmppphhh!" Sera screamed onto Romica's clit, feeling the giant tongue back on her and piercing into her moist folds. Like a long cock the ogre's tongue went deep into her, rolling around in the velvety flesh and stimulating the soft, sensitive walls. 




Wolves in the Woods Pt. 02



Sera groaned in pleasure as her fluids poured onto Harl's tongue, sending delicious vibrations into Romica's body. The half-elf pulled Sera's head tighter to her wet sex in response, making the halfling roll her lips and tongue around the Fey-blooded clit as Romica's hips thrashed with abandon.

"Yes, yes, yes," Sera heard her elf-friend repeat as she ate the blade woman out. But what really perked her ears is what Harl said.

"Now we can really have some fun!"

Harl sat up and knelt behind Sera. Carefully, the giant-blooded warrior slips his long, hard cock between the halfling's legs just as he pushed her hips together.

"Oh gods!" Sera screamed, throwing her head back as she felt Harl's hot shaft slide over her slick pussy flesh.

Thrusting rhythmically into the tight space he made, Harl let the wet heat of the halfling's thighs sharpen his ever-hardening member. Sera, meanwhile, kept on screaming out her pleasure, relishing in the slick strokes of the flesh spearing her clit, clawing at Romica's ass flesh as she was fucked. Romica responded by pushing Sera's head back on to her pussy, forcing the halfling's tongue to lap up, over and around her clit and stab it deeply into the warm, wet folds of her inner sex. Both adventurers could feel their ecstasy rising, their bodies shivering closer and closer to an explosive release.

"Oh gods!" Romica screamed, coming first and squirting her climax into Sera's mouth. The halfling kept her lips pressed tight on her friend's wet opening, drinking in all the juices she could get while she too raced for orgasm.

"Aaahhh!" Sera cried out, ripping her head away from the swordswoman's pussy and arching her back as she came. She coated Harl's cock with her fluids as he withdrew, making his entire shaft slick with halfling juice.

"Whooh!" Sera gasped, falling onto her back by her companions. "That felt really good. And I'm still in one piece!"

"Learned from the best," Harl said as he sat back. "How about you Romica, still up for another round?"

"Are you still coming with us?" Romica asked, brushing sweat from her brow.

"Oh. I don't know," Harl said in feigned confusion. "First you're cross with me for the boulder ball and now we're in an orgy. I'm getting mixed signals!"

"What if I said I wanted that tree trunk up my pussy?" Romica said. "Does that clear things up for you?"

"Completely," Harl leered.

The giant warrior then knelt between the half-elf's thighs, holding her legs by her ankles and splitting them apart in a "v" shape. His cum-slick cock was pointed straight at her Fey-blooded pussy, inching slowly forward to the ring of wet velvety flesh.

"Gods on high!" Romica screamed, feeling Harl's cock head pierce her wet opening.

The blade woman continued moaning out her pleasure as Harl slid into her bit by bit, stretching out her pussy walls to the utmost to accommodate his giant hardness. Shivers of pleasure rolled up Romica's body as Harl filled her up, each one more intense than first, all pushing her closer to the edge. Suddenly, the giant-kin pulled out, leaving her feeling empty and unfinished.

"What the hells!" Romica said, trying to raise herself.

Harl just smiled and calmly thrust his hips forward.

Another primal scream came from Romica's lips but it didn't come from a place of pain. This time it was one of pure sexual bliss, forcing her back to the bedroll and hurling the half-elf into a delirious climax.

Harl started a steady pace of thrusts in and out of Romica's slit, not so fast or strong that it would hurt his half-elf companion. But it took all of the half-ogre's restraint not to plow into the wet tightness of the warrior woman as her pussy contracted around him, clutching his shaft with delectable sensations every time he pulled back and forth.

Romica in the meantime felt her body-quaking orgasm stretch itself out deliciously over her shivering form. all thanks to her giant friend's flesh spear stabbing at every spot of her sensitive inner flesh, sending the sensations from her pussy to her very core. She turned her head to the side after one sharp mini-come and saw the petite figure of Sera.

The little thief was sweaty and tense as she watched her half-elf friend being stuffed by one of the giant-kind. Her tiny hand was sliding up and down her moist sex in time with Harl's slow thrusts. But her digits worked harder and faster when she locked eyes with Romica, licking her lips as they stared into each others eyes.

"I can do better than any hand ... friend," Romica smiled.

Sera giggled, shimming herself closer to Romica then throwing a leg over the half-elf's head.

"So good Romi!" Sera moaned as she sat back on Romica's face, facing Harl. The rouge had immediately felt the half-elf's hungry tongue shoot up into her pussy and elfin hands were soon grasping at her small ass. The thief pinched the Fey-woman's nipples in response, making Romica push her tongue deeper into Sera's steaming slit.

"You look happy," Harl commented.

"You look pretty pleased yourself as well," Sera grinned.

"I'm fantastic!" Harl said, still pumping away. "Ah ... we're good right?"

Sera was about to answer when Romica lips caught hold of the rogue girl's clit.

"Yes! yes! yes!" Sera screamed as Romica suckled her nub. Sera reacted by roughly clutching at the breasts underneath her, causing the surprised half-elf to clench her pussy muscles around Harl's invading cock.

Harl groaned in lust at the sudden squeeze, enjoying the deep pussy massage on the out stroke. Harl returned the favor by ever-so-slightly speeding up his thrusts.

Romica went mad with pleasure at the new sensations, literally doubling the feelings Harl's cock stuffed in her sex. The warrior woman thrashed her body as the giant fucked her, rotating her hips to get as much feeling as possible out of the flesh shaft in her pussy channel.

Harl grabbed her by the hips to put a stop to her squirming, worried she might tear herself on him. Romica would have none of it, wrapping a leg around his waist and trying to pull him deeper into her. She stopped only when Harl took hold of her other leg, licked the arch of her foot and sucked on her toes.

A quick jolt of orgasm from all the sucking and fucking quieted Romica's movements. It made her settle for the tasty halfling pussy atop her mouth. Sera was soon crying out from a shock climax as her friend sucked on her sex hard, pitching her forwards and landing on the half-elf's belly.

Romica drank up Sera's cum as she orgasmed, savoring its sweet taste, all the while clenching her inner walls around her giant lover's cock, making it deliciously tighter for his monster thrusts. That tightness pushed Harl over the edge.

"Aaahhh!" Harl cried out, shooting a load of hot seed deep into Romica's velvety passage. The warm splashes of cum against her pussy walls made Romica respond with her own climax, gripping Harl's cock with her sex like she was milking it until she too squirted her juices out of her pussy.

Sera quickly lapped up the half-elf's spray, burying her head in the place where Harl and Romica joined. It was more than Harl could take, the sweet clinch of elfin pussy, the licks of a small halfling tongue; the ogre-kin knew a second gush was coming.

A loud bestial grunt was all Harl could blurt out as he freed his cock from its soft prison, shooting a thick wad of white cum right on Sera's smile. The giant's body jerked violently while his shaft released one cum volley after the other until the halfling's face was frosted over, dripping onto Romica's cum-leaking pussy.

When the final climax ripped through him, Harl suddenly felt his head drop to the ground.

* * *

"Mercy!" Romica pleaded.

Harl opened his eyes and scrambled to sit up, looking for any danger. He soon sagged back down on his rump when he saw Sera back between Romica's legs, noisily lapping at the warrior woman's sex.

"Are you two still at it?" Harl asked.

"Can't help it," Sera said as she went up for air. "She's still leaking your cum and I have to clean her up."

"Oh, Romi and I will be needing that Raglan root," the halfling continued. "Can't afford any 'accidents' if you're an adventurer."

Sera dove back into Romi's pussy, burying her lips in the velvety folds. Whatever the little rogue did there, it made the half-elf suddenly sit up, snapping her thighs together around Sera's head and yelping in joy.

"She'll need some air," Harl chuckled.

"You'd be surprised how long she can hold her breath," Romica leered.

"Uh. So when are we going?" Harl asked. "For the bodies I mean."

"Oh gods!" Romica answered Harl as another climax ripped through her. After some quick body ripples she collapsed back onto the blanket -- panting in steady breaths.

"I think we'd better wait a while Harl," Sera chirped as she raised her head, her lips still glossy and wet. "For some reason our intrepid swordswoman seems exhausted."

"At this rate we'll be here for days," Harl laughed.

"Oh we'll leave," Sera said. "Eventually."

* * *

"Oh yes! Deeper!"

Kaervandel smiled to himself as Rhoswen cried out, sinking his shaft into her tight and squishy sex. The gnome loved his life at that moment -- he had his own dwelling, a fully stocked alchemy lab, and now a member of the faerie realm's Seelie Court was bent over his lab table pushing back against his stabbing cock.

'It can't get any better than this,' the Gnome thought as he admired his fairy lover's back, mesmerized by the small, colorful butterfly wings sprouting from it. She squealed happily when he gave her pert ass cheek a quick slap, seizing the firm globes right after and thrusting in and out of her pussy with rapid-fire strokes

Rhoswen screamed with delight at the quick ramming cock inside her, flipping up her blond sparkling hair as she raised her head to sound her joy. She felt herself closer and closer to coming with every tickle of the gnomish cock on her inner pleasure spot.

But that would not do for the fairy princess, not when she wanted to play a little more.

"Hold, alchemist!" Rhoswen commanded, clutching Kaervandel's cock with her velvety pussy walls. Kaervandel yelped in surprise at the stop, making him hunch over the fairy's sweaty back.

"Rhos! What's wrong?" He spoke into her ear.

"You were going to make me come!" Rhoswen mock-scolded. "And I wasn't done with you yet. Lift me, Kaervandel."

"Oh, I'll get you up."

The gnome quickly wrapped his arms around the fairy's girlish body and snaked his hands to her chest. Kaervandel then grabbed hold of Rhoswen's tiny breasts, kneading them until she cooed in approval.

Unsheathing himself from her pussy, Kaervandel straightened himself up, holding the fairy woman to him and letting Rhoswen frame her sweat sheened back against his chest. The gnome groaned in pleasure as the pixie girl began rotating her hips, grinding her ass on his aroused loins.

"I've made my decision Gnome," Rhoswen said, turning to him and masturbating his cock with her butt cheeks. "I'm going to grant you your boon. But you'll have to help me."

"Anything for you Princess of the Fair," Kaervandel smiled, gazing into her sparkling amethyst hued eyes. "I shall fulfill your every wish."

"Then fuck me mortal," she leered. "Fuck me hard!"

The fairy woman gasped as she felt the gnome's cock impale her to the hilt. Her breaths came quickly as Kaervandel began rapidly thrusting in and out of her hairless sex. Still turned to the Gnome, Rhoswen planted her lips on his, sending her tongue into his mouth and tasting his.

She giggled as Kaervandel tickled her chin with his mustache and goatee, making the gnome decide he should touch the other places that would make her "laugh." Without missing a cock stroke, the gnome let his hands wander the fairy's youthful body.

He resumed his massage of her breasts, squeezing the tiny globes and pinching their nipples. Once the bosoms were good and hard, Kaervandel's fingers left the fairy woman's chest and traced a path down her body. 'Ohhs' and 'ahhs' came from the fairy -- between kisses as he caressed her tummys -- sighs that were suddenly broken by a yelp of surprise as he pushed her loins down on his invading prick, driving him deeper into her snug sex.

Her breaths were now quicker and louder as Kearvandel drove his maleness hard into her nubile form. Rhoswen urged him on though, her delicate hands grabbing his buttocks pulling them forward.

'I believe it's time for my boon,' Kaervandel thought.

His hand then slid down to her erect clit. She jumped at the first touch, not expecting the sensation. She screamed in joy as he rubbed the sensitive bud in time with his deep thrusting, doubling her pleasure at the twin stimulations.

She had long broken their kiss and the fairy was now cradling her head on the gnome's shoulder, moaning in sexual bliss as she let Kaervandel fondle her body inside and out. 

The gnome, meanwhile, could feel her getting close to coming. Her wet inner walls were tightening around his cock, her thrusts became more frantic and her voice became a musical cacophony of fairy-speak praising the fertility spirits.

"Get the crystal!" Rhoswen said suddenly.

Taking his hand from her clit, Kaervandel reached over to the clear crystal container sitting on his lab table. He immediately put the mouth of the glass in front of her pussy as its velvety lips clenched around his sex.

"Ooohhh!" The fairy screamed as a sparkling spray of her fairy juices came out of her pussy and filled the glass. Her body stiffened as she climaxed, her voice fleeing her in her happiness and letting her bliss flow into the glass.

Kaervandel grunted in approval of her orgasm, feeling her pussy-grip his cock, milking the shaft with each of her body jerks as it responded to crashing waves of come. He thought he'd be pushed off his own edge if this kept up. Sadly, as Rhoswen shivered out her last climax, he was still at the tip and without relief.

"Whoops," Kaervandel warned Rhoswen, catching her as she fell forward off his cock. "Watch yourself. Can't have you falling everywhere."

Finding her footing, Rhoswen smiled at the gnome as she turned to him. She took his face into her hands and brought his mouth to her lips and tasted his tongue once more. "Did you get what you need?" The fairy inquired, her lips leaving his.

"More than enough," Kaervandel smiled, showing her the crystal filled with her wetness.

"Good," she said. "I'd be embarrassed if I couldn't give you even a trickle!"

"Definitely more than a trickle," Kaervandel beamed. "Of that I am eternally grateful."

"Oh! But you are still hard!" The fairy noticed.

"Ah! -- It's all right Rhoswen," Kaervandel yelped as she slid her smooth thigh across his angry cock head. "You promised to give me your juices and that is all I will ask."

"Oh, but I don't want to be known for being ungrateful," Rhoswen said as she faced him. "And you have done so many things to me that I'm thankful for."

"Besides," she continued, giving Kaervandel a peck on the lips. "We fair folk always pay our debts. It doesn't matter if it be serious matters or just fun."

Rhoswen then began a line of kisses going down the gnome's neck. Her lips then moved to his chest, her tongue licking the rounds of his nipples as her fingers moved to his sides, tickling them.

Kaervandel sighed in pleasure as she let her tongue paint a path to his abdomen, kissing his taut belly. He moaned even louder as the fairy-girl stuck her tongue into his navel, circling its insides before her mouth descended lower.

"Gods yes!" Kaervandel cried out as Rhoswen engulfed him with her mouth.

She already had half of his length in her mouth, sliding her wet tongue around the hot flesh. Rhoswen then leaned her head forward, taking his entire cock into her mouth, her lips kissing the base of his crotch.

Moaning loudly, Kaervandel thought he'd gone to the Seven Heavens as he enjoyed the hot wetness of the fairy girl's mouth, savoring each slow lunge of her head to his loins. He soon grabbed hold of the back of Rhoswen's head and began pumping his cock into her mouth.

The fairy girl responded with her own mouth suction each time he pulled his shaft back, massaging the fleshy pole with a damp tightness that heightened his arousal. The gnome then picked up the pace of his thrusts, pistoning his way to the edge until Rhoswen took the dripping cock out of her mouth.

"You want to come, Gnome?" Rhoswen asked the groaning Kearvandel as she jacked off his angry sex. "Tell me how much you want to come."

"Very much," the gnome pleaded. "You are driving me mad!"

"So you want me to suck you again?" She asked before kissing his ball sack. "Hmm?"

With her closed fist still encircling his cock, moving her hand up and down his slick flesh, Rhoswen took his balls into her mouth; first sucking one then the other as she slavered them with her tongue. The Gnome could feel his balls juggled between her lips, flicked with velvety flesh as she teased his sex just to the edge. "Gods yes! Please Suck my cock!"

"I love seeing you mortals beg," Rhoswen said, taking her lips from his balls.

She then ran her lips and tongue along the sides of his prick, coating it with her saliva. Taking Kaervandel's hands from the back of her head, the fairy held them to his sides as she grabbed his hips.

"Oh gods yes!" Kaervandel cried out loud, feeling his cock head enveloped by a warm wet mouth. The Gnome was in ecstasy as the fairy girl bobbed her head back and forth on his maleness, taking in half his cock and teasing it with her tongue as she swallowed him, then tightening the soft damp prison as she withdrew.

All of the sensations sped Kaervanderl towards his tip of pleasure.

"Aaaggh!" The gnome yelled as he shot his cum into Rhoswen's mouth. He stared downwards and found the fairy's smiling eyes staring back at him. Even with her lips wrapped around his cockhead she seemed to be grinning. It was then he again felt suction at his sex, making him shoot another load, followed by another and another cum shot as she sipped at his dick like a straw.

He cried out one last time, filling the room with his voice as a stream of his seed flooded Rhoswen's mouth. The fairy drank a much of the pearly liquid as she could but a dribble of the white juice fell from the side of her lips.

Not wanting to lose anymore cum, Rhoswen sucked hard at the cock and swallowed the last jet of his juices. Kaervandel, meanwhile, had lost his footing, knees so weak from the pleasure that fell back into a chair.

Catching his breath, he stared back at his lover and saw that she had extended her butterfly wings. They glowed with a bright golden hue as they displayed her joy and satisfaction, lightly flapping the now large, colorful pads.

He was then drawn to the child-like face beaming at him, the face topping the nubile body kneeling at his feet. He felt his cock twitch at the sight and he groaned in disbelief as his sex stood erect at Rhoswen's big smile.

"Yummy!" She said with a grin, letting his cum flow from her lips.

* * *

"It works Rhoswen!" Kaervandel exclaimed. "The elixir works!"

Now dressed in a green robe, Kaervandel raised up a crystal flask filled with sparkling blue liquid. He stoppered it and placed it down on his alchemy table, careful not to mix them up with the other flasks, beakers, and tubes found there.

"Without you, Milady, my experiments would be for naught!" Kaervandel said as he turned to the lab doorway. "You seem quiet, Rhoswen, is there anything wrong?"

Opening the door to the living room, Kaervandel saw the still naked fairy girl standing in the middle of his well-appointed parlor, her gossamer wings still extended and visible to him. He stopped in his tracks when he realized her wings were colored bright red, a sign of extreme agitation among the fair folk.




Wolves in the Woods Pt. 02



"Rhoswen," he continued. "What's the matter."

Rhoswen turned to him and immediately she could see that her face had turned into a mask of fear. "They are coming Kaervandel."

"Who is coming?" He asked. The fairy girl then ran into the gnome's arms, holding her as she started to sob.

"Servants of the Swirling Dark are coming!" She cried into his chest. "Hordes of them! They can overcome the faerie glamour! Oh Kaervandel, I'm so afraid!"

"How soon will they get here?" He asked. "Maybe we can get away? I'll protect you if you want."

The fairy lifted her tearing eyes up to his and stared longingly at him. "You will? Protect me, I mean? Help me in any way?"

"Anything I can do," He smiled back. "I promise to help you."

"That's makes me so happy!" Rhoswen answered, her tears suddenly disappearing and her face sporting a mischievous smile.

"Ah ... within reason of course!" He added quickly.

Then a burst of sparkling golden light came from the fairy's wings, filling the room with a yellow brightness. The gnome shielded his eyes for most of the flash, letting him catch Rhoswen stepping into a pillar of light once his vision cleared.

"Wait! Where are you going?!" He asked her frantically.

"I have to go warn the Seelie Court," Rhoswen said matter-of-factly. "They have to prepare for our enemies. Oh, and the court thanks you in advance for volunteering."

"Volunteering for what?!" Kaervandel asked.

"For keeping the Servants at bay, of course," Rhoswen smiled at him, stepping halfway into the light. "I need those creatures to be kept occupied so I can tell my Father. If you are lucky, they'll send creatures native to your world and you should be able to deal with them easily. Most likely shapechangers. They tend to be more aggressive, though."

"What?!" The gnome yelled.

"You will be in trouble if they send one of those tentacled things," the fairy said. "Damn abominations will drive you mortals insane with one look. Oh well, good luck then!"

"Wait!" Kaervandel said, grabbing Rhoswen's shoulder. "You can't just leave me!"

The fairy turned to him with a look of anger that made him jump back in fear, taking his hand with him.

"When you summoned me alchemist," Rhoswen said. "You stipulated that the price for the service I provided you was anything 'You' offered 'Me'. And you offered to help me in any way you could, Kaervandel, and I'm going to hold you to that bargain to prepare my people for this coming flood of horse dung."

"But ..." Kaervandel stuttered.

"Again, I thank you, alchemist," Rhoswen smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek. "And I will mourn for you if you fall."

Stepping into the brightness, Rhoswen immediately disappeared and the pillar popped out of existence.

"To hells with that!" Kaervandel said and went straight to his bedroom.

After throwing on a some traveling clothes and filling a backpack with notebooks, potions and ingredients, Kaervandel rushed straight to the door of his house. Once he stepped into the yard outside, a wave of pain enveloped his entire body, dropping him to the ground.

"It's a bad idea to go back on your word to a fairy princess," a voice whispered into Kaervandel's ear.

"That winged bitch in-scrolled me!" Kaervandel spat. "Gods damn it!"

* * *

"Where were the bodies left?"

"They should be past the Troll Rocks to the south. Don't worry Harl we'll get there soon enough!"

Romica gave him a smile as she said this and Harl smiled back. He felt good that his half-elf friend was in a better mood, and not at all sore from their fun as far as he could see.

The sun was still high, sending its light through the forest canopy and invigorating him as it hit his chain shirt. The nice warmth affected his companions as well with Romica whistling as she strolled down the path, twirling the dagger in her hand. Sera, meanwhile, was skipping like a child rather than walking, happily punting a small rock in an impromptu game of Halfling kick-ball.

Everything seemed perfect in the world, making Harl's nagging apprehension seem so out of place.

"Hey, do you feel that there's something off?" Harl asked his companions. "Like, where did all the birds go? It's really quiet and ..."

"Someone is shadowing us," Romica interrupted, her smile still on her face as she tilted up her wide brimmed hat.

"What? We should ..." Harl started, his hand going to his sword.

"Keep calm, big fellow," Sera said, also smiling with her small hands clutching his sword arm. "We don't want them to know that we know, do you?"

"Besides, Harl," Romica said, her face still plastered with a grin. "I think I know who our stalkers are. And I'm in the mood for payback."

***

"Man things!" The worg hissed, watching the travelers.

"'Female'  man things!" Another leered.

The wolfish creatures had thought that shadowing this path was a waste of time for them and their packmates, a task made harder by the unruly goblins that Gormak had ordered to accompany them. If these man-things hadn't come, the lupine monster was sure he would have eaten the small green humanoids just to keep them quiet.

But now they had other things to chew on.

"Can you smell them brother?" The first worg said in his growling tongue. "The females are strong! We can make them bitches for our pack!"

"If they survive our hunger," the other worg said.

"The giant will be trouble," a third voice added in shrill goblin.

"The big-thing will fall!" The second worg growled, snapping his teeth at a leather-armor clad goblin. "Know your place, two-legs! Or I'll gnaw it into you!"

"Stay your fangs!" The first worg ordered as the goblin scampered back. "We will feast on their flesh but not if we are bickering! Go prepare your -- "two-leg" -- warriors whelp!"

The goblin grumbled bitterly as it crawled off into the wilds. But the worgs didn't care, not when delicious prey was within reach. Soon all would be meat for the pack and the thought made both monsters lick their lips.

***

"Do you hear them?" Romica asked.

"The yipping and yapping?" Harl responded. "Hard not to miss it. Can I stop smiling now? My face is starting to hurt."

"Just a little more Harl," Sera said. "Can't tip our hats too early now can we?"

"Think of this as a final test," Romica said. "See the trees in front of us?"

Harl looked and noticed the trunks of two darkwoods on either side of the path bowing unnaturally.

"A trap?" Harl observed.

"Good eye!" Romica said. "Get Warflame ready my big friend. It's going to get exciting."

***

Goblins clad in black armor scampered up the trees and pulled on the disguised ropes they had tied to the trunks beforehand. They snickered in their maniacal way as the bindings pulled tight, thinking what fun it would be to see a giant's head get knocked from its shoulders.

A goblin holding the rope watched the big-folk obliviously walk down the trail and gave out a twittering whistle. The creature then violently tugged at the rope, releasing a large log hidden in the tree canopy and sending it streaking sideways towards the travelers.

Hoots and cheers erupted from goblins hidden among the foliage, waiting for the spectacle of a giant's head being lopped off by a huge chunk of wood. It all stopped when the giant-kin reached for his sword.

A loud crash reverberated through the branches, making the little monsters cower among the trees. When the goblins looked again the log was split in half, it's parts dangling from the ropes. The giant stood amongst the shattered pieces of trunk, his emerald-sheened broadsword at the ready. His compatriots were just as prepared, with the warrior woman drawing her longsword and dagger, while the halfling girl had a throwing knife in both of her hands.

The goblins screamed in frustration. They'd been denied their fun and they were determined to get it in blood. En masse, the little green creatures charged the trio on the path. Three snarling ones pounced from the trees, falling blades-first onto Harl.

Unluckily for the goblins, the half-ogre warrior was ready for them.

Thrusting upwards, Harl skewered one goblin on Warflame, impaling the monster halfway down the blade. The giant-kin then swung his sword to meet the second goblin, slicing the creature in half like the splintered log, flicking off his staked comrade at the same time. Harl finally swatted away the third falling goblin with his large round shield and sent it screeching into the forest's branches.

"Romica, watch out!" Harl warned, seeing the half-elf to her left surrounded by five sword-wielding goblins.

"Not to worry my Big Friend," Romica called out.

The goblins rushed the swordswoman, their short blades slashing through the air. But the blood hungry swords never bit into flesh as Romica went into her elegant dance of war -- her leather armored body twirling and dodging thrusts -- her sword and dagger parrying unruly swings.

Frustration quickly spread among the goblins, each of them throwing off any little discipline they had to blindly attack the half-elf. Romica's eye twinkled as she saw this, triggering a whirlwind of her own of rhythmic slashes and thrusts.

"I have everything under control," Romica said. Five goblins were dead at her feet.

"Uh, Sera?"

"Busy!" Sera replied.

Harl turned to the halfling just as she jumped over two goblins running face first into each other. She then tumbled and rolled over the ground, avoiding the slashing blades of two other goblins. Flipping onto her feet, Sera ran towards a tree by the path with the pair of goblins in pursuit. 

The rogue then "ran" up the trunk, using the tree to flip herself over the pursuing monsters. The goblins, meanwhile, stopped in their tracks, knowing what happened to their comrades. They were congratulating themselves for seeing through the halfling's ruse when Sera shoved daggers into their backs. 

Returning to their senses, the two remaining goblins screamed in anger when they saw their comrades fall. They charged Sera with wild abandon; bloodlust gleaming in their eyes. Sera responded by palming a smoothed stone from a hidden sleeve holster.

"This is going to hurt," she smiled and pitched the stone at the goblins.

One goblin literally ran into the hurtling rock, crushing its forehead on it. The stone bounced off the mortally wounded goblin's skull and streaked towards the last goblin's temple.

"Ha-ha! Two-for-one!" Sera said, jumping for joy as the second creature dropped to the ground.

***

"The little bastards failed!" The second worg growled. "Come, let's finish them!"

"Hold back, Whelp! They are more skilled than I expected. We must ..."

"You run back to the lair coward! The others and I will taste blood and flesh!"

"Their blades will be tasting blood," the worg growled, watching his pack mate leap onto the path.

***

"Damn it," Harl said, hearing howls echo from the forest. "That does not sound good!"

"Fucking worgs!" Sera cursed. "I'll have something for them!"

"Just keep your eyes open," Romica warned. "Harl watch out!"

Harl turned to where the half-elf motioned and saw a dark brown missile streaking right at him. The half-ogre warrior instinctively swung the edge of his shield at the thing, catching its side in mid-flight and making it scream in pain at the connection. Landing to the side, Harl could see it was another one of those Fen Worgs, like those at the cave. Two more leaped out of the bushes and growled at the adventurers as they stalked them.

"Remember what I taught you," Romica told Harl, her posture now in a fighting stance.

"Don't overthink it," Harl replied, raising up his shield as he pointed his broadsword outward. "Let the movements come naturally."

The worgs charged them as Harl spoke, their mouths slavering with bile.

Harl's canine foe tried snapping its large jaws at his legs but the sharp fangs were met by his parrying shield at every turn. Frustrated, the worg backed up and launched itself forward, aiming for the half-ogre's body for a bull rush.

Seeing the creature come at him, Harl bided his time until the last moment, and then stepped aside. The worg was surprised at the hulking ogre-kin's speed, unable to twist himself towards Harl's new position. It was a shock cut short as Harl's blade fell on the worg's neck.

"Sera! Romica!" Harl called out as the worg's head fell to the ground. "You need any ..."

"BUSY!" Both of the women said.

Romica had danced away from her worg's biting lunge and responded with a stab at the wolf creature's torso. The worg growled in anger, already bleeding from dozens of wounds, cuts and slashes. Sera, meanwhile, had mounted the worg she was facing, the monster bucking wildly. The halfling rogue laughed as she held on to one of the wrog's ears while her other hand raised a razor-sharp dagger.

"This is for trying to make me your bitch!" She said and plunged the dagger into the worg's head.

"Looks like you girls have everything in hand," Harl sighed as Sera's worg thumped to the ground.

* * *

Distracted by a squirrel, which he promptly and joyfully dismembered, the goblin forgot to join his clan mates as they jumped onto the path. When the goblin finally realized what had happened, his comrades were butchered and the worgs were being stuck like wild pigs.

The creature was apoplectic with anger, trying to find some way to get back at the tall folk. He then set his sights on the halfling that straddled one of the worgs. With an evil glint in his eye the goblin pulled out his blowgun.

* * *

"I think that's enough," Harl told Romica as he sheathed his sword. The swordswoman dodged the angrily panting worg yet again, wounding it as it went past.

"Oh, I said I wanted payback and I'm getting it!" Romica replied.

"Let her have her fun Harl," Sera said, sitting atop the worg corpse's back. "It's not like our bodies are going anywhere."

"I'd rather be on our way," Harl said. "We should -- wait, what's that?"

Above the growls, Harl noticed the faintest sounds of leaves rustling. Looking upwards, the half-ogre spotted something flying out of the forest canopy.

"Sera, watch out!" Harl warned. Before the halfling could react, the half-ogre extended his hand in front of Sera's face. Immediately, Harl felt a pain shoot into his palm.

"Yaowtch!" Harl cried out, retracting his hand.

"Harl!" Romica said. The worg thought Romica was distracted and lunged at her. Without even looking the half-elf thrust her blades forward and pushed them into the worg's eyes. After it fell dead, Romica withdrew her dagger from the worg's eye socket and threw it into the trees. A yelp came before a green figure fell from the branches, hitting the ground with a wet splat.

"Harl, are you all right?" Romica asked as she ran over to her friends.

"It's fine, Romica," Sera said as she inspected Harl's hand. "Harl, there isn't even a scratch!"

"I know!" Harl said. "But it was such a sting when that blowgun dart hit me."

"Gods, Harl!" Romica said. "poison!"

"Oh crap!" Harl cursed. "I've got to ... ow!"

"Harl, what's wrong?" Sera asked.

"I dunno -- Ow!"

Frantically, Harl threw off his shield and quickly undid his sword belt, followed by his pants belt. Romica and Sera were about to ask what in the hells he was doing when the giant dropped his trousers and freed his now large and very hard cock.

* * *

"Gods damn it," Kaervandel cursed as he rifled through his ingredients cabinet. "Where the fuck is it?!"

He knew they were coming, whoever they were, he could feel it in his gut that they were very close. It made his searches more frantic, tossing powders and liquids about his lab.

"Never bargain with fucking Faeries!" The gnome cursed, looking at another vial. "Pluck their wings off if I had the chance! Aha! Finally!"

The alchemist held up a bottle filled with silvery liquid, inspecting it in the light.

"I hope this is enough," he sighed.

* * *

"The gnome's warren sits atop a Faerie mound," Audeger growled.

"I'm surprised the fair folk haven't driven him mad," Teru answered back.

"They've used him for something," a goblin voice added. "In the end it won't matter. He is just meat!"

Vigdis heard them laugh as they dashed through the forest. She wanted to laugh with them but something in the back of her mind held her tongue. The northwoman felt free when she was like this, running on all fours, warped in her wolf form like Teru and Audeger, hunting with scores of worg riding goblins.

When she first changed, she was howling like a rabid beast but now ...

"I can't let them kill him," Vigdis whispered. "Have to protect the innocent!"

* * *

"Hey watch where you point that," Sera teased. "You could put someone's eye out!"

"Ha-ha, very funny!" Harl said as he struggled to put his cock in his trousers. "OW! Damn it!"

"Harl are you sure you are all right?" The half-elf leaning by a tree asked. "That Lilith juice might ..."

"I'm fine Romica," Harl said, now standing by the path with his erection stiffly pointing forward. "Giants like me don't go sex-mad from Lilith juice. But Father did say that there were side effects."

"A raging hard-on being one of them," Sera observed as she walked up to the half-ogre, admiring his manhood. "Aww, look how cute it is!"

"No, no! Don't Sera!" Harl started as the halfling stroked the underside of his cockhead. "Ahh!"

The eye of Harl's cock sent a jet of white jism right at Sera's face, splashing the surprised halfling in the face. Blinded, the rogue took a sudden step back and tripped over her feet, falling right on her ass. Romica had a belly laugh as Sera flailed her arms and legs trying to get up.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Harl said, going to the prone halfling and helping right herself. "My cock is so sensitive just about anything will set it off! Here use my washcloth."

"You didn't seem aroused when you were fixing your pants!" Sera grumbled, wiping splooge out of her eyes.

"I was trying as hard as possible not to blow," Harl explained. "You kind of sent me over!"

"And I thought you'd be proud of that Sera," Romica laughed. "What was that again? Oh yes! 'I have ecstasy even in my little finger!'"

"Stick a lance up your bum, quill-ears!" Sera huffed, tossing the cloth back to Harl.

"You're not helping," Harl told the laughing Romica.

"Oh don't worry your head off, Harl," Romica said, finally calming down. "I hear there is an alchemist living in these forests and he should be able to cure the stiff problem you have."

"He's not too far," the half-elf continued, adjusting her wide brimmed hat. "And as long as you don't splash me with cum I'll take you there."

* * *

"I can do this," Vigdis whispered to herself. "Need to do this. For the survival of the pack. Damn it why am I so horny again?"

"Quit muttering to yourself Vigdis!" Audeger growled. "You'll miss all the blood."

Vigdis doubted that, watching the horde of worgs, goblins and werewolves creep towards the small house on the mound. Keeping to the brush land, the feral creatures deliberately slowed their advance and worked themselves up for the kill. The slaughter would be epic. As the goblins licked their blades, the worgs frothed their mouths and the werewolves wet their fangs, Vigdis, still in wolf form, sniffed at the air.

"Hold!" Vigdis warned. "There is a strange scent in the air! The alchemist may be trying something!"

"He will be the meat between our teeth!" Teru hissed. "Our numbers will overwhelm any tricks he may have in store."

"We are here for the glory of Gormak!" One worg-riding goblin said. "Your packmate seems to have little faith in the Master!"

"She's been timid since the clearing," Audeger spat. "If you want to stay here and suck your own teats, then stay. Just get out of our way!"

Vigdis watched the bloodthirsty fellowship move ever closer to the house.




Wolves in the Woods Pt. 02



"Damn you fools!" She growled and bounded into the forest. She hoped her horniness wouldn't get in the way.

* * *

Emerging from the trees, the goblins slowly headed for the alchemist's warren. One of the riders motioned the group to fan out, covering sides of the alchemist's house. Teru and Audeger followed, emerging from the bushes as they warped their bodies into feral man-beast hybrids.

"Make sure he doesn't leave," Audeger said. "We'll need him for the ritual."

"Who said I was leaving?" A voice cried out.

Audeger turned to the gnome warren and spotted an open window where the large-nosed and dark-goateed face of their prey appeared.

"Tell you truth," Kaervandel said. "I couldn't leave if I wanted to. Oh, but where are my manners? A gift for my guests!"

The gnome then tossed out a large glass flask from his window, just in front of his planter. The vessel shattered its contents on the ground, spreading a silvery liquid onto the grass. A spark flashed from the spill, releasing plumes of silvery smoke. Jets of haze were soon spreading throughout the space, enveloping the intruders in a choking fog.

"Bastard gnome!" Audeger screamed as he started violently coughing, joining in a chorus of hacking gasps and choking gurgles.

* * *

"Did you hear that?" Harl asked.

"The screaming, the choking or the howling?" Sera responded. "You'd have to be deaf not to hear that."

"Well, it's obvious that the alchemist has a few guests," Romica said as she took a peek from behind a large Darkwood. "The question now is what are we going to do about it?"

"Well, we can't leave me like this," Romica heard Harl say.

The half-elf turned around, chuckling a bit at seeing Harl trying to cover his enormous hard-on. Sera, meanwhile was hanging way back by a copse of bushes, not wanting another cum shower. "No, we can't. But there are a lot of goblins out there, and probably something else."

"Can't we just ... suck it out of him?" Sera asked.

"I thought you've had enough of cum geysers?" Romica said.

"I wasn't ready for that one!" Sera protested. "But if it will avoid another fight ..."

"Can we get back to problem at hand?" Harl exclaimed, pointing to his hard cock. "Is there any other person who can - ah - alleviate this?"

"Probably in Byzanos to the east," Romica said. "Ready for a really long walk? It's more than a hundred leagues from here."

"A rescue it is, then," Harl sighed, stroking his cock. "This is really getting uncomfortable!"

* * *

The sounds of goblins screaming and worgs whining were music to Kaervandel's ears. A quick glance out his window showed a scene where short green humanoids and their wolf-like companions were rolling on the ground coughing up blood and breaking out in blisters.

"I might get out of this yet," Kaervandel smiled.

A loud crash behind the house pulled the gnome away from the window. "Gods damn it!"

Grabbing a pair of flasks from his coat, the gnome raced to the back of his warren. Reaching his bedroom he froze at the sight of a large wolf head sticking out of his small window. The oversized lupine head with golden fur and deep azure eyes struggled against the frame, getting itself stuck in the small portal.

"Ha!" Kaervandel said, seeing the wolf creature's predicament. "Thought you could blindside me, did you?"

As he gloated the wolf seemed to shiver as it forced itself against the frame. Kaervandel then heard a loud pop coming from the wolf. The huge animal then slid itself forward onto his bed like water flowing out of a spigot. On wobbly front legs it pulled itself up, shaking its body. Kaervandel heard two ominous "pops".

"Meat!" The blonde-furred wolf growled, now standing atop the bed on four strong legs, filling up the small room.

"Shit!" Kaervandel said, and turned to run.

* * *

"Clear up this damn fog!" Audeger barked in-between coughs.

His orders were followed by a gasping goblin in an animal skin cloak. From the folds of his robes, the goblin took out a grayish powder and flung it into the air. Almost immediately, the powder turned into its own misty cloud, engulfing the deadly haze.

The cloud soon cleared, revealing the bodies of twisted goblins and worgs all in postures of pain with the blood they vomited caked to their mouths.

"Damn it!" Teru howled in wolf-speak. "I'll suck at that gnome's marrow while he breathes!"

"That gnome killed more than half our number," Audeger barked, motioning to the few remaining goblins and worgs catching their breath. "Vigdis was right -- the gnome prepared for us."

"We still outnumber him!" Teru growled. "No one makes a fool of me and ..."

"Boy! Must have been some orgy I missed," A voice suddenly interrupted.

All the creatures looked to the speaker and saw a grinning halfling girl in leather armor stroll into the glade. "Phew! Smells like the tookie was bad, though! Glad I didn't partake."

"What are you to the gnome?" The skin-wearing goblin asked.

"Nothing really," the halfling replied. "But I do know you are all his bitches!"

"No one calls me a bitch!" Teru howled.

In an instant, Teru pounced towards the halfling, her lupine body painfully twisting itself into a humanoid she-wolf form with dark brown fur.

"Shit!" The halfling screamed, somersaulting away from the female werewolf that landed in her spot. She then bolted into the forest.

"Follow me!" Teru ordered the goblins.

"Gods damn it, get back here Teru!" Audeger screamed angrily, watching half of what remained of their horde follow the humanoid wolf.

* * *

"Get away from me!" Kaervandel screamed, as he dodged another of the wolf's lunges with her jaws. "Eat this!"

Kaervandel tossed a vial of bluish liquid right into the werewolf's face, making it howl in response. The gnome ran past her, leaving his beloved living room now filled with broken windows and furniture. He also dashed past his smashed laboratory and the ripped mattresses of his bedroom.

"Doesn't matter," Kaervandel whispered. "Can always replace it. Just need to get to the back door!"

And the exit was directly in his sights, with slivers of the noonday sun peeking into the doorway. Kaervandel felt a twinge of hope run through his body once he was just a few steps from the door. That was, until his feet were pulled right from under him, sending the gnome crashing to the floor.

"No! Let go of me, you tick bag!" Kaervandel screamed as the blonde wolf used her jaws to pull him by a leg back to her.

The gnome was petrified with fear as the wolf stood over him, it's face still dripping with the caustic blue substance that seemed to annoy it, rather than do it harm. Suddenly, the animal began shifting shape right before him, morphing its body into a hybrid of lupine savagery and Amazonian body beauty.

"Meat!" The werewolf bitch with the large breasts told Kaervandel as she lifted her clawed hand. She filled the entire room when she did, giving him the sight of a huge wolf woman who would tear him limb from limb.

"At least her breasts were nice," he said to himself, noticing her full, furry mammaries before he closed his eyes. 

Then, for long moments, nothing.

"What in the hells?" The alchemist thought and opened his eyes.

The werewolf woman was still there, clawed hand up and ready for the kill, but he could see something different. The wolf's eyes. The blood lust had gone from them. What he could see was ... remorse?

"Can't ... do it," the werewolf growled. "Can't ..."

A crashing explosion cut off the wolf creature's words, quickly followed by a shower of rock as a giant, humanoid-shaped missile tore through the wall and slammed into the werewolf.

"Ow, that hurt," the giant missile said, still lying atop the creature.

Kaervandel was still in shock when he felt a hand grab his arm and lift him up.

"Don't hurt me!" The gnome said instinctively.

"No one's going to hurt you," the gnome heard a female voice say.

He looked at the speaker and saw the lovely face of a half-elf with auburn hair, "We're here to save you," the woman said.

"Hey, do you smell something?" The giant form asked.

* * *

"Circle around the back!" Audeger ordered. "Watch the trees!"

A pair of worg-riding goblins followed his orders as the werewolf turned to the goblin shaman. "The little Shit has help."

"The two sent to the big nose's cave will show us their strength," the shaman said. "We still have your pack sister with us. She will help us slay them."

"Vigdis," Audeger said.

The red-furred wolf's body began to ripple and morph, standing upright as it excruciatingly transformed into a hybrid wolfman.

"We'll see," Audeger growled, licking his claws.

* * *

"Ow damn it!" Harl cried out, turning onto his back with his cock ramrod-straight like a standing pillar.

"Oh wonderful," the gnome said as he got to his feet. "Monsters destroy my home and you two take down my wall. Good to see your giant friend can have his jollies in all this!"

"I'm hardly jolly, I can assure you!" Harl said as he sat up holding his manhood. "Do you smell something, by the way?"

He then knocked his head right into the ceiling leaving a large hole. "Ow!"

"My roof!"

"I think that's the least of your worries," Romica interrupted, hearing the werewolf stir. "We'd better ..."

As she turned to the exit they made, Romica spotted a pair of worg-riding goblins with swords at the ready and violence in their eyes. "Not again!"

"A fine rescue, indeed," the alchemist snorted.

"They haven't gotten you yet," Romica said, drawing her sword and dagger.

"Well I'd like to hurry this up if you don't mind," the gnome said.

The alchemist then quickly fished out another one of his vials and tossed the container at the monsters feet. Instantly, the ground erupted underneath the goblins and worgs, as thorn-covered vines twisted around humanoid and canine bodies.

Gurgling and whining, the creatures struggled vainly as their limbs and torsos were twisted in unnatural ways. They all coughed out blood when the vines violently wrenched their bodies and pulled them into the ground.

"Well that ... was disturbing," Romica said.

"It handled the problem," the gnome said. "Speaking of disturbing, what in the hells is your friend doing?"

"What do you mean?" Romica asked as she turned to Harl. "The gods' hairy balls!"

The sight hit Romica like a knight's mace to the face.

Harl, smiling maniacally, was atop the werewolf woman, her digitigrade legs resting on his wide shoulders. The half-ogre was leaning on the wolf-woman's toned thighs, cushioning him as he rapidly pounded his cock into her, making the werewolf howl in what Romica thought was pleasure.

"I guess he got his jollies after all," The gnome said.

* * *

Vigdis couldn't explain it! One moment she was going to eviscerate a gnome. A moment later her legs were in the air and a long, hard cock was sliding up against the velvety inner walls of her pussy.

'Its him,' her mind raced. 'His scent! Driving me to ... fuck!'

She looked up into the giant's face and it was warped by madness and lust. His tongue was out wagging like a dog, making Vigdis cock her head up and lick it with her own tongue. Her wet, sloppy tasting took the giant by surprise, and he jerked his head back suddenly with a confused look on his face. He then smiled evilly.

"Mmppff," Vigdis groaned as he mashed his body onto hers, kissing her snout and forcing his tongue past her lips. As their tongues dueled in their mouths, Vigdis pulled the giant's body as close to her as she could, loving the feel of chainmail on her furry skin, relishing the deeper thrusts of his cock as she pulled him into her sex.

She wasn't the only one active though. The giant had put his hand in-between the small space separating them, snaking it to the place they were joined. Vigdis soon broke their kiss and howled with joy as she felt the giant's fingers fondling her sensitive clit. Holding the giant's cock tight with her pussy muscles, Vigdis then grunted bestially as her lover forcefully thrust his way into her snug, wet passage again and again, driving her closer to ecstasy.

The wolf-woman could hear someone yelling in the background but she didn't care. She was going to come and nothing was going to stop her. It was then that a large, red, and hairy thing hit them.

* * *

Moments Earlier

"Gods damn it Harl, this is not the time!" Romica scolded.

"They're going to ruin my floor!" Kaervandel said.

"I think we have more pressing problems, Gnome," Romica said as she moved towards the two.

"It's Kaervandel, pointy-ears!" The alchemist said. "And my home's condition is pressing to me!"

"Listen Gnome!" Romica said turning to Kaervandel. "You won't be able to fix your home if these monsters are gnawing on your ... "

A large, red-furred blob streaked past them, cutting off Romica's sentence and toppling both her and Kaervandel. Romica scrambled to get on her feet, sword and dagger drawn. The half-elf started to run towards the jumble of fur and flesh in front of her when the red shape came flying back out.

"Whoa!" Romica cried out, jumping to the side.

She could hear a crash among the trees behind her and sat up to see a hybrid wolf-man on his back among the foliage.

"Ha! You got him, Harl ... oh shit!"

Romica had turned back to the hole she and the half-ogre made and saw a towering giant with a look of bloodlust on his face. The long, hard cock that jutted forwards from his loins, dripping with pre-cum, seemed just as angry. Romica then felt herself chill when the raging giant said, "I was fucking!"

* * *

Audeger shook the cobwebs from his mind, forcing his body to sit up. He had never felt a hit like that. Not even when he was still human! Wiping dirt from his eyes, the werewolf scanned the clearing and soon fixed on the crumbling gnome hovel. The gnome was on the ground still, while the warrior woman was backing away from the ruined side of the house.

Out of the hole he had made emerged the giant humanoid he had smashed into. Still armored in chain mail and sporting a hard-on that would put a titan to shame, the creature had something new in his hand: a bastard sword with the greenest looking blade Audeger had ever seen. For the first time since he was turned, the wolf-man felt fear.

"You stopped my fuck!" The giant said, his face twisted by anger and madness. "I tear you apart!"

The giant charged, slicing the air with great two-handed swings, his eyes locked on the werewolf. A sudden high-pitched cry was the only thing that slowed the giant's advance, letting the screaming goblin shaman bound his worg in front of the rushing creature.

"Tekeli-KA!" The goblin spell caster began.

The giant wailed out a deafening roar in response, making the goblin, worg, and even the swordswoman cower in fright. The man-titan then swung his sword right at the goblin, cleanly slicing through his neck. He followed up with a slashing motion downwards, splitting the worg's skull in two.

Audeger saw his chance and charged, leaping at the giant as his sword faced down. Despite the rage, the giant caught sight of Audeger's attack and viciously thrust the pommel of his sword into the werewolf's face.

Stunned, Audeger was thrown back to the ground. He forced himself to his feet just in time to see the giant rush towards him, gripping the sword two-handed in reverse with the emerald blade speeding forward.

"You think that will harm me?" Audeger growled, puffing up his massive furry chest. "Steel has no bite on my sk ... hkk!"

Audeger's eyes grew wide at the sight of the green blade skewering halfway through his chest. After he had changed, a wound like this usually just gave him a sudden sharp pain and then was gone. This was different. The pain stayed and the wound felt like it was burning.

The werewolf growled in anger, grabbing the sword by the blade to pull it out. Both struggled with the weapon, trying to wrest control of it until the giant gave a terrifying battle cry. He then slashed the blade upwards, slicing through the chest and ripping through the collar bone. Audeger's world went black, hearing the howls of the giant.

* * *

"I guess the sword was magic," Romica said, hiding behind a crumbling wall to avoid the fountain of blood coming from the werewolf.

"I'm never going to get the stains out," Kaervandel said as he huddled next to her. "And where did the other one go?"

"Let's worry about getting you out of here first," Romica said. "My friend should have lost the other monsters ... "

"Romica!" A voice came in. "A little help please!"

Romica cursed under her breath, seeing Sera sprinting out of the foliage. Right on her heels was a rabid-looking wolf-woman and a couple of worg-riding goblins, both sporting fresh wounds.

"Gods damn it!" Romica swore, chasing after the creatures. "Hold on, Sera!"

"Hey!" Kaervandel said, feeling the half-elf's hand around his wrist. "Aren't you supposed to get me away from trouble?!"

"You want a faster rescue?" Romica asked. "Then you are helping out! Ooff!!"

Both gnome and elf-kin were knocked down by a blur of growling blonde fur that cut in front of them, dashing towards the troop of creatures. The shape first went for the closest worg rider who soon was thrown off his steed with claw marks tearing through his face and down his chest.

The worg, meanwhile, was flying through the air, thrown headlong into the other rider, breaking the goblin's neck as the canine monster smashed into the green humanoid's head. The blur finally stood still as the thrown wolf-monster lay lifeless, revealing a hybrid wolf-woman with a toned, blonde-furred body and large perky breasts. Her face was an amalgam of man and animal that struck a strange fascination to all that looked on it, especially with her mane of long, womanly hair.

"She looks more ... human," Romica whispered as she sat up. "And she's almost as big as Harl!"

* * *

Even with a rage-filled mind, Harl was able to register the commotion. Turning to the noise, he saw the panic in Sera's face as she ran from the dark furred wolf-woman chasing her. Harl growled in anger as he saw another werewolf charging at him, and brought his sword to the ready.

Sera smiled when she saw her half-ogre friend getting ready for a fight but she blanched at the sight of his sword swinging forward, cutting quite close to her head. "Watch it!"

The halfling went down on her knees and bent her body backwards, letting the werewolf sail over her as it leapt ... right onto Harl's slashing blade.

The werewolf's jaws were still snapping as her head flew from her shoulders, making Sera roll away from the hurtling lycanthrope body parts flying into the forest. "A little warning would have been nice, Big Guy! Uh ... Harl?"

Sera saw the anger in his face, twisted and violent. It scared her and she felt lucky that his wild-eyed gaze wasn't directed at her. The rogue turned to see what he was looking at and saw another werewolf with large breasts. It was hard not to notice that she was almost as big as Harl. She had a foot on the neck of a whimpering worg, while her hands were wringing the neck of a barking one.

"Fuck?" Harl asked, in a gruff tone.

The remaining werewolf looked to Harl and gave him the equivalent of a canine smile.

"What's your play, Harl?" Romica asked as she inched towards the lycanthrope, weapons at the ready.

"Why can't we just leave them?" Kaervandel said, hiding behind Romica. "It looks like they want some privacy -- "

"FUCK!" The werewolf interrupted, crushing one worg's windpipe with her heel while snapping the other worg's neck with her vise-like grip. The blonde-furred werewolf then tossed away the worg and charged the half-ogre, who promptly impaled his sword into the ground.