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.