Upper Kek Valley
18 miles North of Tirol
Eque Mountain, East face
Along the Calais Line
3E 410
"We are getting pummeled over here!" Yelled subordinate Shpyr. " They are breaking the line!"
Shpyr rose his battleaxe and drove it down into a charging Wolf Soldier's Skull. As he kicked the body forward an arrow slipped through the air and hit him in the left pectoralis, just below the collarbone. He gasped and dropped to his knees, pulling the arrow out of his chest. He searched for the bowman. Around him, the gray sky had begun to open up once again, forming puddles on the already saturated ground. There was brutal hand to hand combat to his right and to his left, but none behind. He could see his comrades falling faster than the wolves were. This was a losing battle, and there was not much time left before morale would deplete and his men would turn and run. Shpyr would not die a coward. His eyes scoured the land, searching for the archer.
There! The bowman, or bow woman, was a hundred feet away from him, perched on a large boulder. Her gray fur was not as thick as her male counterparts', and in this moment of taking in his enemy Shpyr felt oddly attracted to her. She was incredibly well toned, but still as lithe as a gazelle. Her stomach had indentations of lean muscle leading from her ample breasts to the noticeable gap between her thighs. The fuck is wrong with you?!?! She just shot you, his conscience seemed to yell. Kill her! Now!
Just then he heard yells of "Retreat! Fall Back! The battle is lost!" No. No. NOO! With a roar Shpyr picked up a nearby sword and sprinted towards the girl on the rock. She noticed him coming, and nocked an arrow just for him. Shpyr cut down four wolves on the way there. While doing so he had lost his sword, and replaced it with a spear. He threw the spear as hard as he could at the She Wolf. It soared through the air, and as it did, the wolf girl let her arrow fly. The arrow hit him just below his wound from her first shot. His spear missed his target as he fell to his knees once more. Shpyr fell on his back with a grunt and a cough. He saw the she wolf gracefully leap from the top of the rock, landing beside him.
"Your army retreats, and you run forward?" She said.
"I will defend my homeland with my life, unlike those petty mercenaries." Shpyr spat.
"You have heart, soldier. That is something I have never seen in men. All of them are so greedy, taking whatever they please. But you, you are humble. You do not seem as one who would take, but as one who fights selflessly."
"Yeah," *cough* "and look at where it got me." Shpyr wheezed.
"Do you know why we have invaded your lands?" She asked.
"I am more concerned about why you haven't killed me yet," coughed Shpyr.
"It is to clean the land of evil, not to destroy your race. But it seems that your race is the prime source of evil in these lands. And to your concerns, I believe I have answered your question."
Shypr was too weak to understand, and he blacked out.
When he opened his eyes again, he
thought he had died and was confused to why there was the same she wolf from before now sucking on his dick. Maybe all that bullshit the monks preach is real, he muttered under his breath. She looked up at him and smiled. "It is working so far," She said to someone behind him.
Shypr was scanning his surroundings, and to him it looked at though he was in a pine grove. Sunlight was casting itself through the trees, lighting up the forest floor. He could hear a lightly rolling stream to his left, and movement behind his head. He then heard a different voice from above him.
"I'm going to begin the second stage, if you do not mind, Cleyse."
"Go right ahead, I think he is ready." came the garbled reply from the she wolf (Cleyse?) who was sucking him off.
Something dripped onto Shypr's nose, and he looked up to see the lower quarters of a highly attractive she-wolf. Her firm asscheeks were coming closer and closer to his face, her wet mound dripping juice on to his face on the way down. Her legs spread out on the ground to the sides of his head as she dropped to her knees, shoving her pussy right into Shypr's face. Shypr could taste her sweetness from before she sat on his face but now... now he wanted to drown in her delicious nectar. He stuck his tongue between her lips. She was delectable. He licked her so aggressively that she started to moan softly - gradually raising in volume - and her cries made Shypr want to go faster and faster. He explored her tasty insides, lapping up her juice wherever he could find it. He could feel the telltale tightness growing in his balls, and he knew he could not last much longer with all of this. Cleyse with her dexterous tongue and circular movements were making him groan and want to cum more than ever before. The she wolf still sitting on his face clenched her powerful and firm thighs to Shpyr's head, blocking out his and her moaning along with the wet shlocks from Shpyr's aggressive (bowl) tongue and Cleyse's dick worship. He knew he was close. As if on cue, Shypr's face was covered in the She- wolf's nectar as her pussy came - hard. Shypr gritted his teeth as his own orgasm ripped through his body. He came into Cleyse's mouth harder than he had ever done so before.
Lost in an ocean of ecstasy, Shpyr blacked out for the second time.
He awoke with Cleyse cuddled up against his chest. It was dark, but he could still see, thanks to the ambient moonlight. He was in another pine grove, but this one looked different. He looked down at Cleyse's beautiful body, nestled so perfectly with his. He saw that both of them were naked. He reached down and slid his finger down her pussy lips, bringing his hand and her scent back up to greet his nose.
She had the most delicate and delicious scent of anything Shpyr had ever experienced. Cleyse's nipples brushed against his chest as she stirred. "Sorry," she whispered, "I don't have a mate, and I've never slept with anyone before... so I wanted to sleep with you tonight. You were holding me, when I fell asleep, as if you were my... protector."
"Sounds like something I would do. You saved my life, right?"
"With help. But yes, I guess I did." Cleyse replied.
"How?" Shpyr asked.
"The Shaman and I breathed life into you."
