SMUT WARNING!
Yes, I couldn't resist. There's gonna be a segment, and there will be a warning before and after in bold, underlined and italic text, so skip it if you don't wish to read it. And then, after that, there will be a second one, because I'm perpetually horny and apparently can't hold it back for more than five minutes, so skip that one as well if you lewds aren't what you want to see.
And for the rest of you, enjoy!
Chapter 4
Leaning on the railing, Skye looked out ahead of the ship, towards the land that they were going to be weighing anchor alongside.
For the past week, their ship had sailed around the RHK peninsula, then along the coastline up to roughly the area she had originally started heading north from. It had taken some discussion, but eventually she and the crew had decided their best bet would be to help Balosar set up a trading port. It'd give them access to fish, sea trade, and would help them expand their influence. They would be protected from the sea by the Grand Larceny, and their ships would receive her protection, in exchange for the Grand Larceny being able to trade in their port and undergo repairs there if ever necessary.
A bit one-sided, but the fact was that she had no interest in trade with any of the current coastal nations for her own personal reasons. If push came to shove then sure, she would bite the bullet and work with those she despised, but if she could find an alternative, she'd much rather take that. Of course, this relied on Balosar even wanting to set up a port, for all she knew the Orcs would be far more content to simply stay in their city and do nothing.
From the side, she heard a scuffle, turning to see the elf-brat being dragged back below decks, a crude shiv abandoned on the floor. Ever since his first attempt to escape, he'd made at least one attempt a day of either attempting to kill her or attempting to escape. Attempting of course was the key word there when surrounded by a ship full of level 100 pirates, if he'd managed to actually escape them, she would be thoroughly impressed. As it was, all his attempts were utterly laughable. Even though his previously-cast spell failed to do anything to her, he still seemed to believe that by stabbing her he would win.
Sometimes Skye debated whether or not to just leave him tied up somewhere until they got to shore, but honestly, she felt absolutely zero threat from his attacks, so she felt confident in just ignoring him. Even if he'd struck her with as much force as he could muster and with the best possible weapon he could make or steal, thanks to High Tiered Physical Nullification, he was far below the point where he could bypass her passive protection. As such, he stood about as much chance of even hurting her as he did escaping from a halifrond in the water.
With a sigh, Skye pushed off of the railing, heading back into her cabin to continue planning out her proposal. Not that there was an absolute ton of input she had on it or that it was super intricate. Bell was way better at that kind of thing than she was, and she figured Fubatsu wouldn't appreciate a super long-winded and annoying proposal. Tell her what she wanted, lay out the pros and cons, and why she wanted to do it, and she was almost guaranteed to at least be heard out. if she dragged it out, made implications or tried anything dumb like that, then while Fubatsu would likely still listen to what she had to say, it would annoy her and make her less likely to accept.
Yawning lightly, Skye muttered something that could be construed as a greeting to Bell and sat down at her desk, not quite glaring at the parchments, charts, notes and other assorted objects located there. Bell had honestly gone above and beyond in terms of paperwork, cataloging everything on the ship in neat and orderly lists, plotting out estimations for how long their supplies would last based on certain theoretical scenarios, their options for what to do in the case that Balosar didn't accept the venture, what they could do whilst waiting for Balosar to create the port, and a bunch of other stuff.
Above and beyond, but also a giant pain in the ass to go through, and definitely not in the fun way.
"You're serious about this?"
Glancing at Victaia, Skye gave her a simple shrug. "Sure I am. I don't know if it'll work, Bell seems to be jumping between endless optimism and pessimism though, so take that however you want to." Said dark elf was currently fumbling through different parchments, mumbling to herself as she practically hyperventilated. Just a little regret at the backstory she'd given Bell came through, since it wasn't exactly the happiest, nor the most well-balanced, and that came through completely. Kris, Bell, Victaia, Ansash and every member of her crew acted how their backstories would have them act, and gave them memories that matched. Kris for example could tell stories about his past wandering the land, things that had never happened as far as Skye was concerned.
And Bell...well, her backstory was written when Skye was in a rather awkward and sadistic mood, which meant it was a very unhappy and unhinged backstory. Thankfully she hadn't just gone straight off the deep end, though the references to divinity were a bit uncomfortable. Skye was flawed as fuck and she knew it, so Bell putting so much faith and trust towards her was not a good idea. Thankfully Kris was a smart cookie and knew how to keep Bell from going full-blown cultist on her and leaving her with a very awkward mess to clean up.
Thankfully Victaia and Ansash weren't quite as fucked up. Victaia was a slave once, but only in-so-much as for physical labour, as a half-tauren most weren't too interested in her female side. Ansash was a Plague-fester, a water-dwelling creature similar to a halifrond, so writing a 'harsh' backstory wasn't exactly easy or logical. His, whilst detailed, was basically just paragraphs of writing in circles about random events that meant nothing. Kris had a fairly messed-up backstory, but an understandable and logical one for a goblin to have.
Bell, as a dark elf who was incredible lithe and beautiful, definitely also got the short end of the stick in terms of her past. Her backstory was that as a young dark elf, she got captured, sold into slavery and used as a toy by various nobles and bandits of all kinds of species, switching hands frequently as she was stolen, 'saved', then stolen again. By the end of it all, she was a jumpy, submissive and broken shell of a young woman. She found her way to Skye's crew, eventually made real friends amongst the crew, and intended to dedicate her life to repaying Skye and the crew that had become her family in all but name. That was how her backstory was written, and so, as far as Bell was concerned, that was her real life.
The fact that those words translated to beliefs of divinity and such definitely wasn't what she ever intended, but unfortunately, she wasn't able to change her past actions, she could only hope that they weren't utterly fixed, or else she'd be trapped with her in that state, and that was...honestly unfair to them both. Bell deserved to have her own free will to decide, and Skye didn't want the fact she'd basically written a horrifically abused life into existence without thinking about it. Thanks to her own writing, the Bell that was even now awkwardly fumbling through notes and maps...had to suffer from the memories from those experiences that she had written about in explicit detail.
After all, Kris and the others all seemed to truly believe their backstories had occurred. That meant there was nothing saying that Bell hadn't also experienced, in her own perception at least, the entirety of her backstory. So, at the very fucking least, Skye owed it to her to try and undo the damage she'd unknowingly caused by being such a sadistic and un-fucking-hinged person. Bell deserved better than to suffer for her fucked up desires.
A hand suddenly landed on her shoulder, jumping her enough to almost pull out a flintlock, only stopped as she could feel the uneven nature of the hand, the only one who had a hand like that was Ansash. "I'm fine, just...thinking about some heavy stuff." She muttered quietly, rolling her eyes even as a grin quirked her lips when he gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder and then took point ahead of the group.
Instead of fixating on how fucked-up she was, Skye focused on the colossal stone walls they were approaching, and the guards that patrolled atop them. They hadn't made any attempt to hide their approach, and the fact they were a small group simply walking across the desert towards Balosar was hopefully enough to not get attacked upon arrival. She wasn't afraid for any of her companions obviously, but she didn't want their arrival to be marred by an immediate fight.
Tipping her head to the side, Skye extended her arm and chanted the summoning spell for Fenris, bringing him into existence simply to walk beside her, giving the guards a clear idea of who she was. When they reached the gates and they remained shut, she wasn't surprised, though she was a bit surprised when, instead of just a normal guard showing up as she expected, Fubatsu herself, along with a complement of guards, came out and approached their little group.
Sure, it had been a lot longer than she expected, but she was initially only planning to head to the coast to see if the Grand Larceny was there or not. Her short attention span meant she quickly decided she wanted to actually find it, and voilá, a few weeks had passed before she knew it. "A few days." That was how Fubatsu greeted her when she got close enough, making Skye wince a little and rub her neck.
"Well, if nothing else I found the Grand Larceny, so there's that!" Futabsu eyed her companions with careful suspicion, probably assigning names to faces. When she'd met her, she'd given Fubatsu the proper story, that she was actually the captain of a ship and had lost it, so she was trying to find it. That included telling her about the various named crewmembers, as well as what they actually were. "Also, I have a proposition, so..." Skye trailed off, watching Fubatsu's face closely.
Eventually, the giant orc huffed and rubbed her forehead. "Well, I've got good news and bad news then." She spoke as she turned, waiting for Skye to catch up to her as she started to walk back into the city. "The good news is you're allowed into Balosar. No reason why not after all, plus Kirema has been kicking up a stink about where you'd gone, so that'll get him to quiet down." Smirking, Skye lost her smirk once Fubatsu continued. "The bad news is two-fold. Firstly, the Re-Estize Kingdom has decided to eradicate Balosar once and for all. Apparently, that group of scouts that were killed had a leader who was the brother to a noble with the ear of the King's advisor. They're mobilizing enough troops to lay siege to the city, and our spies have reported that they even intended to send out their Warrior-Captain to lead the attack."
Skye frowned, contemplating the implications. She wasn't afraid of a kingdom, if she brought the crew of the Grand Larceny they'd probably crush whatever army was put before them. But a 'Warrior-Captain', now that sounded potentially dangerous. With the nurturing and the backing of an entire kingdom, they could possibly be level 100 with gear that could hurt or even kill her crew. She'd need to see them to be sure, but for now, he or she would be treated with the due caution their title deserved. "Secondly...an envoy from the Demi-Human tribes has arrived...an Okami."
Stopping in place for a moment, Skye tried not to let any panic show on her face. "I told 'em you left the city in search of something, and so far, they've been content to stay put and cause no trouble, so I din't bother them either, but now that you're back they'll be wanting to speak to you." Nodding, Skye tried to figure out what the everloving fuck she was going to do. Well, she did so for at least a few seconds, before she realized that there wasn't any need to overthink it. She was just an Okami, nothing major about that, they were probably a dime a dozen in the Demi-Human Tribes...
...Right?
As it turned out...no, they were not common...not even close in fact.
She was an Okami with midnight-black hair, crimson eyes, the ability to summon wolves, combat strength that was pretty much unheard of, and, as if that wasn't bad enough, she was able to cast magic far and away beyond what was acceptable power-levels, considering it had been detected from the Demi-human Tribes themselves. One of those things, on their own, would be fine. Two would mark her out as something special amongst Okami, a treasured existence. Three? That was already denoting her as having exceptionally pure blood, the kind even Okami 'Royalty' couldn't always boast. And when the envoy found out that she possessed not even just four, but all five, he was down on his knees literally praising her as the incarnation of the Nine-Tailed Goddess, Kuraokami.
That was a major issue for one very good reason, it meant that in his eyes, she could only possibly exist if she was a direct descendant of the 'royal family'. Why they were royalty eluded her since they didn't have a kingdom, but the important part was that she was now being recognized as an Okami Princess. In turn, that meant the envoy desperately wanted to bring her back to the Demi-Human Tribes to be with her 'family'.
The reason that was an issue was that she didn't want to hurt him, and also that she could potentially leverage that into setting up another trading area, but she was also busy and didn't really want to just run off so quickly when she hadn't even set anything up with Fubatsu. However, in regards to her trading plans, so long as it was protected from the Roble Holy Kingdom, that meant that the Demi-Human Tribes, more specifically the Okami tribe, would be able to become another place for her to offload loot and trade for goods. As such, ignoring, injuring or killing the envoy were all terrible ideas.
One thing that did throw the envoy off for just a moment was the fact she didn't have any tails, and, literally by accident, he managed to stab another hook into her without even meaning to. Apparently, Okami who lived beyond the tribe, those who lived having to hide themselves in the wider world would very often deliberately cause their tails to disappear using magic, and their offspring would inherit this, becoming 'tailless'. Only being able to have ears but not a tail had always upset her in the game, so the notion that she could have a tail, or possibly more than one, had hooked her more solidly than any promise or gold or status. To reveal her tail or tails, a ritual would have to be performed back at the Okami Tribe, and with that, she was fated to venture there, if only to see if she could really have a tail...or possibly more than one.
What was not so good, and which really annoyed her, was the fact that the envoy had promptly attached himself to her at the hip, following her everywhere whilst remaining at the height of suspicion regarding her companions. She had made it damn well clear that they were more important to her than anything, but he didn't quite seem to get the message. The reason she was even putting up with him though was the fact that his retinue was made up entirely of very large, very fierce-looking, and very enticing bipedal wolfmen.
She'd not indulged her needs in quite a while, and whilst she absolutely adored her spirit dancers, well, there was a reason she had used a knotted dildo to pleasure herself in her past life. That didn't mean she was an idiot though, if she was royalty then she was probably expected to have some level of propriety. She didn't, she had the mouth of a sailor, the mind of a promiscuous slut, and the body of a brawler, but she had to maintain an air of decorum.
Hence why she didn't just shove the envoy away and drag several wolfmen off to have some fun with. No, instead, she was smart about things. She started to slowly work into his mind, coaxing and convincing him to actually follow what she ordered. In the end, after about an hour of roaming the city and talking to him, she'd managed to convince him to head back to Fubatsu's place to thank her for her graciousness and to establish the footwork for future relations between Balosar and the Okami Tribe. He was thus rightly concerned about her safety, and so, she enacted the greatest plan she had EVER come up with.
She sent Kris, Victaia, Ansash and Bell off with him, thus relieving him of his worry that they'd do something to her, and instead asked for two of his wolfmen guards to protect her. He practically leaped at the idea, and it was so hard to keep the elation off her face. First, this allowed Bell to discuss her plans with Fubatsu, whilst she wasn't there since she wasn't needed. She in the meanwhile could get to work on the two wolfmen guards completely alone and with nobody to interrupt her. He even suggested sending a third guard with her, 'just to be safe', and she allowed it, making the both of them even happier.
He got her 'suspicious companions' away from her, replaced with loyal wolfmen to guard her, and she got three massive, hunky wolfmen to play with.
This is the beginning of the LEWDS. If you don't want to see Skye indulging in a fantasy she's (I've) held in a long time, then scroll down until you see another line such as this one.
SKIP PAST THAT. That line denotes where I devolve into even lewder depravity. You want the line after that, which is where the lewds end.
Leading the three armored males to an inn, she dismissed any curiosity they had as she booked a room with two beds and led them inside.
Rounding on them, she smirked. "Remove your helmets, please." All three did so at her command, revealing very vulpine heads. If she had to compare them to anything, they had the heads of Warcraft Worgen, covered in fur with elongated snouts and large, fluffy ears. She looked at each in turn, inspecting them each and finding none left her wanting. "Alright, disrobe for me please."
That got their attention far more sharply, each focusing on her in confusion and curiosity. In response, she sat herself on the edge of the bed and watched them. "My princess, do you mean for us to remove our armour?" One of them, the one in the middle, asked with a head-tilt. Smiling, she rose and walked over to him, laying a hand on the bottom edge of his breastplate whilst looking up at him. Her other hand, she used to reach for his crotch, cupping roughly where his balls should be, earning herself a very startled look.
"I mean, disrobe. I want to see all three of you in your full, natural glory." She forced out, her voice heavy and lustful. Giving his groin another coax, she turned and sashayed back to the bed, sitting down and watching to see what they did. All three looked between each other, obviously baffled about the situation, before finally, the wolfman in the middle made a noise and began to remove his armour, prompting surprised looks from his fellows before they followed suit. Being honest, she fully expected to have to use her position as princess to force them to strip so she could coax their arousal until they'd willingly do what she wanted.
The fact they obeyed told her either they truly would follow any command she gave, or they were happy to do such a command...probably option two. The middle wolfman finished first, stepping out of the last of his clothing and revealing his entire, fur-covered, well-built body to her. From his head, she dragged her eyes down his form, admiring how solid and well-built he was. Even covered in fur, she could see the power in his chest and arms, his body built and bred for combat.
But, as her eyes reached the prize, she felt her lips curl up. Poking out just a little, she could see the tapered tip of a canine penis, and beneath it, two testicles the size of shot-put balls hung free, both low and heavy with puppy-batter, ready for breeding. Smiling widely, she pulled her eyes to his compatriots, noting that their bodies were just as well-defined, their balls just as big, and their penises also inspecting the room, the tips of their bitch-breakers just slightly poking out of their sheaths, a hint of their true size.
Rising from her seated position, she stepped forwards, arriving before the wolfman in the middle and reaching out a hand to cup his balls. With just a groan, he didn't move, allowing her to fondle the two gigantic testicles at her leisure. The only reaction his body showed was the sliding of his penis out of the sheath, another few inches emerging as his arousal grew. That didn't mean she neglected the other two wolfmen though, she came to each and fondled their testicles, inspecting them and finding that yes, none were smaller than the others.
With all three wolfmen now semi-erect, she walked back to the bed and sat down, smiling at them all. "I think I don't have to explain what I want from you three. If any of you have misgivings about what I want, please, tell me now so I can talk to you about it. If you're worried about repercussions stemming from this, then approach me and I shall prove why the Okami Tribe won't dare go against me on this." The trio again looked between each other, a silent conversation occurring, before the middle, who she had now confirmed as the de facto leader of the guards, stepped forwards several times, his penis not far from her, drawing her arousal.
"We all have served the tribe ever since we could battle. We believe in the words of the princess, but our ignorant selves still desire proof." He said, bowing his head with solemn honesty. Smiling even wider, Skye got up and reached out, caressing his lowered head before raising it, her hand sliding down his body to touch his testicles. She fondled them for a brief while, pressing herself against his body and relishing in the sheer power she could feel there.
Sure, she dwarfed him in actual power, but she'd always fantasized about a werewolf ravaging her defenseless body, so she would take what she could get, and right now, three wolfmen, who were basically the same as werewolves physically, were naked in her room with her. "I can battle a Kraken in the ocean without issue, and the Okami Tribe truly believes that I am the reincarnation of Kuraokami. I could breed with the entire retinue of the envoy and they would simply accept it as the bottomless lust of a goddess. My lust may not be bottomless, but it certainly exists, and right now, I desire the three of you to help me sate my lust." She spoke with a smile, one hand still fondling the balls of the leader, whilst the other hand came up to massage his growing cock.
"What would our princess have of us?" All three spoke, the slightly strained voice of the one she was currently pleasuring sounding out far more clearly. Holding his penis gently, she led him to the bed, beckoning the other two to her side as her hands went between their legs to fondle and roll their balls. As for the leader, she leaned forwards slightly and began to lick at the tip and sides of his penis, earning herself a very pleasured series of grunts each time her tongue slid along his shaft. With every lick, she savored his taste, her nose working overtime as she reveled in the heady scent his cock gave off. She could see his cock sliding further from the sheath, her arousal growing as each inch slid out of his body, coming to a stop at a length she estimated to at least be a foot-long, possibly more.
Once the two guards were firmed up enough, she took each in hand and began to jerk them off, progressing to suckling on the tip of the leader stood before her. She continued to run her tongue all around the tip of his cock as she suckled on him, before then pressing her head forwards and taking more of his length into her mouth. Just the glorious taste of his cock was already making her wet, and feeling the warm, meaty rod slide into her throat made her go wild, pressing herself down his length with gusto, smiling around his shaft when she felt his tip hit the back of her throat.
Withdrawing, she swirled her tongue around, earning plenty of groans, whilst at the same time she made sure to continue jerking off the throbbing cocks of the other two wolfmen, not denying them pleasure for a moment. Putting some suction on his tip, she pulled away with a pop and a very surprised grunt of pleasure, smiling up at his face. Giving the other two a final, stronger jerk, she let go of their penises and turned to face the bed, hopping onto it and sliding forwards before laying back, the back of her head resting over the end of the bed and against the mattress.
Raising her hands, the two wolfmen didn't need any coaxing to place their penises in her grasp, whilst the leader stepped up, his penis a scant inch from her mouth. "I want you to use my mouth until you cum. When you do, all I want to be able to smell is your balls, do you understand?" She peered up at him, endlessly happy when he gave a nod and took hold of his cock. Opening her mouth, she moaned around his length as he slid inside of her, his tip easily finding her throat and slipping deeper, until she felt fur tickle her face when he bottomed out.
She idly noted that his knot wasn't present yet, but had no time to think on that as he withdrew from her mouth, giving her just a moment before sliding in again. He started off gently, each thrust taking at least a few seconds, his lust not overriding his caution for hurting her with his admittedly huge cock. She was quite literally half their size, and since their cocks were designed for wolfwomen the same size as them, he simply had to be careful.
Slowly though, as he got more lustful and confident, his thrusts sped up, the sliding of his cock against her lips, tongue and throat bringing him closer to his bestial side, his desire to mate coming forth as he began to earnestly thrust into her mouth. As he began to progress from slow, surgical insertions to using her mouth as a fuckhole, she firmed her grasp on the other two penises present, adamant about not neglecting the equally large and equally horny cocks. She jerked them both off more vigorously, forcing her attention onto that action even as her tongue continued lavishing the cock in her mouth with attention.
Whether it was from being pent-up or simply enjoyment from using his cock to 'defile' the throat of the princess he was supposed to guard, Skye knew the moment was coming as she could see the underside of a knot emerging from his body, each thrust spreading her lips further and further as he approached his climax. One particular thrust, she could feel it, he was ready for it, and so she helped as much as she could, opening her jaw as much as possible. He, in turn, thrust into her mouth forcefully, pressing his knot against her lips and pressuring her mouth, her head forced hard against the edge of the bed. After only a moment, her lips lost the battle, and his knot, which she blearily guessed was at least as big as a tennis ball, jammed itself in her mouth, his balls resting on her nose and filling her lungs with his musky scent, driving her crazy from that alone.
That was just the beginning though, her jaw straining as his knot swelled up, filling up to seal her mouth and trap his cock inside, ready for breeding. A moment later, she could feel him blowing his load straight down her throat. She couldn't taste more than the faintest hint of salt, his cum bypassing her tongue entirely, but she could feel the cum she was being forced to stomach. Tightening her grasp on the other two wolfmen, she jerked them off vigorously, and after only a few pumps, one of them came, covering her hand, her arm, her neck and her chin. That set the other wolfman off, as he followed suit, their cum also making the cock lodged inside of her twitch.
Letting go of them, she reached around the wolfman currently using her throat as a cumdump and grasped his hips, pushing him away slightly before pulling him back in. It only took one time before he realized what she wanted, drawing back and forth, side to side, his cock scraping her throat and teasing her mouth, forcing one of her hands under the hem of her skirt to touch herself out of sheer need. Skye made sure to use her tongue as much as possible to continue pleasuring him, yelping in surprise around his shaft when the bed dipped, one of the wolfmen taking the initiative to move her hand away from her privates as he pulled her skirt up, grasped her ankles, spread her legs wide, then planted his head between her legs and began to eagerly lap at her pussy.
The other wolfman, not to be outdone, began to molest her chest, removing her armour as much as was possible when her throat was occupied, leaving her to vibrate a symphony directly into the cock of their leader as he pinched, twisted and teased her nipples, rubbing her breasts around in circles and molding them with his hands as if they were clay. Hands now free, she began to fondle the balls on her nose, rubbing them all over her face to enjoy their scent, smiling around his cock as he put his own hands on her head, continuing to gyrate his shaft in her mouth.
They maintained that position for a while, with her pussy being eaten out, her chest being toyed with, her head being held and her throat being occupied by a huge knotted cock, until finally, with a tug, his knot was small enough that he freed himself from her mouth. All of his cum had gone down her throat, save what scraped off his tip when he withdrew, and so she simply swallowed once or twice, looking at him with a VERY satisfied expression. "Alright, you three are triple-teaming me, for sure." She said with certainty, her smile evolving into a smirk at their confused expressions.
Standing up, she disrobed completely, getting them all up and into a line, having them jerk themselves off whilst she contemplated how to set this up. "Alright, you get my ass, so lay down on the edge of the bed." She pointed at the leader, who had filled her mouth. To his credit, he didn't question, he obeyed, earning him plenty of brownie points in her mind. "Since you liked the taste of my pussy so much, you will get my pussy, stand by the bed." The one who had eaten her out moved to do so, not able to hide the eager look on his face, probably fantasizing already about breeding a princess if the rate at which he jerked himself off was any indication. "And you, you get to do what he just did, just in a different position, so you also stand by the bed."
The third, who had claimed her chest, seemed a bit surprised, probably expecting something to do with her tits, but it seemed the memory of watching his compatriot throat-fuck her definitely excited him, if his cock was any indication. All three were now very much so erect, all ready for her enjoyment. Moving to the bed herself, she jerked off the one already laying down, his cock still lubed up by her saliva and a fairly small quantity of cum.
Unable to resist for a moment longer, she placed a leg over his body and straddled him with her back towards him, her hands on his chest as she leaned back and worked his cock into her ass, moaning all the way down. She didn't stop though, taking his entire length in one go like a complete slut and simply resting on him for a moment, getting used to the feeling of an absolutely huge, throbbing, moving cock filling her ass. After a full minute, she felt ready, laying all the way back so she was against the abs of the wolfman behind her, coaxing the one to whom she offered her pussy onto the bed and between her legs. Reaching out, she guided his equally-massive cock towards her pussy, slipping the tip inside with only a small amount of effort. Once his tip was inside, he took over, thrusting gently as he began to bottom himself out. She could feel the two penises inside of her, so close to each other, her inside accommodating them with difficulty.
He bottomed out, spearing her entirely, and it took her at least a few minutes until she could even think past the two cocks stuffed inside of her, sandwiched between two fur-covered and very large males, both of whom made her head feel light from just scent alone. Every time she tried to start a thought, it devolved into thinking of the cocks inside of her ass and pussy. Once she was finally ready, she brought the third wolfman over, their position at the edge of the bed allowing her to turn her head to the side and have the tip of his penis right there.
She jerked him off a little, then opened her mouth to speak, forcing the words out when most of her brain was occupied by the two massive cocks fully-lodged within her holes. "Alright, you t-three...can start." She said, only slightly stuttering, her lips engulfing the tip of the wolfman still standing. All three looked at each other, then began to slowly fuck her. Instantly she lost any cognizant thoughts she had been trying to maintain, giving up on thinking entirely as her entire world devolved into the three wolves drowning her in musk, and their cocks spearing her holes.
Unaware of the fact she was already in wonderland, the three began to increase at their own paces, their competitiveness shining through almost immediately. Neither wanted to be outdone by his fellows when it came to fucking an eager and horny Okami Princess, and so all three began to fuck her in earnest. What was the goal? Who knew, Skye definitely didn't, far too busy being fucked. The one in her ass, already fully-spent once, instead of just a preparatory ejaculation as the other two experienced, had the advantage of not having mostly-full balls. His arousal had already been sated once, and so he took her ass at a leisurely pace, opting to be the last one still pumping his cock into her.
The main competition was between the other two, eagerly fucking her pussy and her mouth. With her mouth already having been prepared, her throat had a wolfish cock repeatedly and easily spearing into its depths, her tongue drowned in the taste of cock as each thrust ran her tongue along his entire shaft. Not to be outdone, with her pussy already having been prepared in advance by skillful tongue-work and light muzzle-fucking, her pussy was treated like a cocksleeve by the virile wolfman fucking her from on top.
Unconsciously, her arms and legs went around him, even as she sucked on one cock and her asshole was pounded from beneath by another, causing all three to speed up the rate at which they were fucking her senseless. And, in the middle of it all, drowning in musk and sweat and fur and lust, Skye was practically losing her mind to the pleasure of three gigantic cocks using her tight and tiny body for their pleasure, her three holes rendered as nothing more than tight little competition grounds between three competitive wolfmen, all of whom wanted to rut her into submission and prove they were the best mate for her.
Ultimately, the one fucking her mouth blew his load first, thrusting forwards with force and trapping her mouth on his knot, his cock down her throat as he groaned in pleasure and began unloading his balls, a bestial growl of pleasure escaping his mouth. Surprising her slightly, her ass was split open by a knot as the one beneath her forced his cock inside, her ass filling up with his cum as his chest rumbled with pleasure, apparently ready to empty his balls faster than the one still pounding her pussy.
Her arms and legs still wrapped around him, the one plowing her cunt howled in victory and pressed his muzzle down against her, speeding up his thrusts to a rate her fucked-silly mind could only describe as orgasmic, before, with a final thrust, he slammed his pelvis down against her, his knot shoved directly into her cunt as it swelled, locking her onto his shaft. Possibly as a show of dominance, though maybe he was just that horny, he put his hands on her ass and suddenly lifted her, the knots of his compatriots pulled free from her mouth and pussy with their balls only half-spent, splattering her face and her ass with thick, hot globs of wolf-cum as she squealed in surprised pain and pleasure.
Both growled at him for his actions, though as he took her off the bed and slammed her into a wall to rut her properly, they didn't say anything to go against his 'victory'. The loss of so much stimulation brought some clarity back to her, her hands raising up to grasp his head. She brought him down, forcing him to arch his back as she opened her mouth, peering into his eyes. He in turn opened his mouth, allowing her to press forwards, taking his tongue in her mouth and sucking on it as he dipped his head further. Doing so caused his cock to twitch in arousal, forcing a moan out of her as her legs tightened around him, and her arms went back to holding onto him.
She sucked and kissed and licked and pleasured his tongue, her hips bucking against his with each rough, short and rapid thrust until finally, he began to actually cum, filling her pussy up as his balls emptied, a growl of male dominance emerging from his throat as he raised his head and pressed her flat against the wall, pussy lips snug against the base of his shaft. She could outright feel his cum, more than a pussy of her size was ever meant to even consider taking, filling her up so completely, his swollen knot ensuring that not a drop of puppy-batter escaped her cunt as he emptied his balls entirely into her.
Clenching and shifting her pussy as much as possible, she relished in the discomfort of having her pussy filled far beyond capacity. She knew the instant his knot went down it'd mostly spill out, and that was exactly why she was enjoying it as much as possible. Then, a thought came to her, opening her inventory and reaching for a very particular item. The wolfman breeding her pussy couldn't see her hands or what emerged, whilst the other two did see it, but remained silent, curious as to what they were about to witness.
After a good long while of being bred, the wolfman moved away from the wall slightly, still holding her ass. He then bent his knees and let her feet touch the ground, pulling himself back and tugging on his knot. After a few seconds, it slipped free, and almost immediately, Skye slipped her hand down and slid one of the sex toys that Skyra had left her into her pussy. Ostensibly it was meant to be a butt-plug, and a really big one at that, but now, it was a pussy-plug, and as it slid into place without a single drop of cum wasted, it was now going to be a cum-plug.
Ignore this bit as never happening if you want, this is my horny mind deciding to say fuck it, let's go further!
Is what she does something that makes biological sense? Fuck no, but I don't give but one fuck, my fucks have runneth dry when it comes to make stuff that makes sense, I want what I wrote and I want it now!
=3
Reaching down, she pressed on the plug gently, loving the feeling of cum being held inside of her like that. She then pressed on it a bit more, feeling the cum being pushed back up her pussy into her womb, and a devilish idea sprouted in her mind. Under the curious and bewildered eyes of the three wolfmen, she pressed the plug against her pussy, forcing the base of the toy into her body. The size of the plug meant cum didn't escape around it, and so it went the only direction it could, deeper.
Frowning, Skye tried to push it deeper, then looked at the wolfman who had bred her, turning around, bending over and presenting her pussy to him eagerly. "Push it in further, until I tell you to stop." Confused, he still obeyed, his hand entering her pussy amidst moans of pleasure as his fingers found the plug. Pressing against it, he began to shove it deeper, his cum filling her womb and threatening to make her knees give out. He kept on pushing, obeying her orders, and she felt it, the tip of the plug reached her womb. "Keep going, but slowly now."
She commanded him, smiling as he began to more gently press on the plug, the tip fully entering her womb and forcibly expanding her babymaker since the cum had nowhere else to go. After some more pushing, the moment came when the plug finally slid into her womb properly, plugging her womb and trapping probably litres of wolf-cum inside of her. The thought alone made her hornier than before, though she tamped it down as she told the wolfman with his hand up her cunt he could stop pushing. "You look heavy with cubs already, my princess."
His voice was filled with devotion, making her smile more widely as she wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled his nose with her own in happiness. She wasn't happy about the actual contents of what she said, she had no plans being pregnant, and thanks to her Reaper Soul, she doubted she would even be able to, but it was his tone of voice that made her happy. Bringing over the other three, she got to work cleaning off their shrinking cocks, happily lapping their cum up and making them all erect again, then dragging them all over to the bed that wasn't currently drenched in wolf cum. "Now, I want you all to take me slowly this time."
She got one of them to lay on the bed, then climbed onto him to lay with her back to his chest, sliding his cock up her cum-lubed ass with ease. Then, she had another come and lay atop her, his cock sliding into her pussy and applying some pressure on the plug holding cum in her womb, causing her to let out a quiet 'eep' of pleasure. Next, she pivoted out of the wolfman sandwich with their cocks still inside of her, a very unique feeling as she was effectively laying across them at a 90-degree angle, and had the final wolfman take a 69 position, taking his cock in her mouth as he covered her face and torso entirely with his body, her legs folding up so they were between the wolfmen sandwiching her crotch, burying her body entirely in fur.
Nuzzling her nose against the balls resting against them and inhaling deeply, she began to wiggle her pelvis, which the wolfmen rightly inferred as her desire for them to start, and so, the trio of wolfmen began to slowly fuck her. Following her command, none of the three sped up, their thrusts all slow, languid and calm, slowly sliding their cocks into and out of her holes at subtly-different paces.
Her ass and pussy felt...to say it felt amazing would be an understatement. The change of angle, effectively fucking her sideways in a literal sense, was outright orgasmic, new sensations of pleasure as their cocks speared her in a way she'd never been fucked before. But that didn't mean she didn't also enjoy having her mouth and throat filled with cock, having musky balls resting on her nose was already amazing, and having a big, thick, wolfish cock attached to them just made it a hundred times better.
But it wasn't just the sex she wanted. If she wanted to be fucked more she'd not be in her current, abnormal position. No, she wanted to be beneath hundreds of pounds of wolfmen, 'pinned down' even though she could easily push them off if she so chose. The weight of such big, strong men weighing her down as they fucked all three of her holes was a massive turn-on for her.
The fact they were all musky, fur-covered wolfmen was just the cherry on the cake.
THE LEWDS ARE OVER!
As a head's up, the lewd stuff isn't going to have a huge future impact, I wrote it because I was using my knotted and decided "Fuck it, she can have that too!" and if you know who I stole that line from, then internet cookies for you.
But yeah, that means she ain't getting pregnant with wolf-cubs suddenly, I can promise you that.
After her 'dalliance' with the wolfmen, Skye acted as if absolutely nothing had happened.
The three wolfmen did the same, though they probably remarked about it to each other in private. Even if it somehow reached the ears of the envoy, what was he going to do, send them away? Execute them? Knowing that she liked them enough to do what she did, if he even touched a single strand of the fur on their bodies, he would be finding himself on the end of several dozen furious gazes courtesy of the entire crew of the Grand Larceny, he could be certain of that.
Not that he knew it even existed, but it was the threat that counted. From what he knew, she was already someone of great importance, so doing that to someone she liked was, to put it simply, a fucking awful idea. No, while he was blinded by her existence, that didn't mean he was an idiot. He likely could smell their scent on her, she still could after all, and he would put two-and-two together easily enough, but really, it just didn't matter.
No, what did matter, much to his frustration, was that Bell and the others had managed to convince Fubatsu to go along with her plan. The Overorc still wanted Skye to come see her personally, but that was fine. The reason it frustrated him was due to the fact that it cemented in his mind that her companions were there to stay, since she'd entrusted them with something that he didn't know about. He hadn't been present when they spoke to Fubatsu, having been shooed out of the room, but that was enough to annoy him.
Again though, he did sweet fuck-all about it, because what was he supposed to do about it? No, instead, he seemed to give in and accept the fact that they were there, though he was still at the height of suspicion towards them. That did mean he started putting more pressure on her to come back to the tribe with him though, and so she sent off Kris and Ansash back to the Grand Larceny to inform the crew of a successful negotiation and what their future plans were going to be.
She kept Bell and Victaia around, which she could tell still got under his skin, but apparently sending off a goblin and a plague-fester had done a lot to alleviate his concerns. Bell was a Dark Elf and Victaia a half-tauren, and apparently that was more acceptable in his mind? Whatever the case was, he stopped whining, especially when, after she'd finished with sitting around listening to Bell hash out the details of their plan and occasionally interjecting, she left the city with him towards the demi-human tribes.
Their journey was honestly quite brief, since she summoned Amarok Wolves for each member of the party, which proved her to the envoy without a shadow of a doubt if his veneration was any indication. They crossed the desert in a few short hours, briefly traveled through a small section of Dark Elf territory, and then they were in the claimed territory of the demi-human tribes. To reach the territory of the Okami Tribe, they had to cross over four territories, those being the Ogres, the Kobolds, the Caben, and then the Bafolk, who were ostensibly allies of the Okami Tribe.
Traveling across four territories, Skye fully expected something to happen on the way, and was honestly rather surprised when they passed by groups of Ogres, Kobolds and Caben without being so much as glared at. At the very least she expected the Kobolds to demand something for letting them pass through their territory, but no, they headed straight through. As for the Bafolk, they even escorted their group through their territory. Whether it was just keeping an eye on them or an actual friendly gesture didn't matter, because by noon on the second day, they were in the territory of the Okami Tribe.
It was just...that easy, and Skye honestly didn't fully accept it being so easy until they arrived at Okichi, the 'capital' of the Okami Tribe. Being fair, it was still pretty impressive, but compared to Balosar, it was...lacking to say the least. A five-meter-tall wall encircled the 'city' and there were wolfmen patrolling along it. To be even more reasonable, there were quite a few different races coming and going from the gate they entered, though all made way when a group of wolf-riding wolfmen entered the city. They didn't stop at the gate, and instead they headed through the city without pause, all those who were in the way stepping aside in a hurry.
Eventually, they arrived at the largest and most ornate building, which led her to realize why the envoy described her as a princess, she was looking at what could only really be described as a palace. On the steps, two lines of wolfmen, even larger and more burly than the ones the envoy had with him, each equipped with shining and well-made equipment. And, at the top of the steps, there were a handful of who she assumed were Okami. They all had human skin, and human hair, but each possessed a pair of wolf ears atop their heads, and they all had a varying number of tails behind them.
Dismounting from her own wolf as the others all did the same, she mentally dismissed them all, prompting a clamor of surprise from the assembled populace around, who were all witnessing what was going on. If any of the Okami were surprised, they didn't show it on their faces, reminding Skye that these were royalty, and that meant court politics. Briefly, she asked herself if she was walking into a lion's den, and then immediately dismissed that thought. The envoy wouldn't have reacted nearly as strongly if her strength wasn't absurdly high, so the chances that she, Bell or Victaia were in any danger were slimmer than a toothpick.
Skye watched as the envoy walked several steps up, arriving beside the Okami stood in the most central position. "My people, today...is a day of celebration! Our green-skinned friends in the southern deserts have found one of our lost kin, and she has been returned to us!" He proclaimed proudly, outstretching an arm towards her in silent invitation. She very briefly, for a fraction of a second, considers fucking with his clearly-planned act, but only briefly. What good would antagonizing him do?
She takes her place, stepping towards and then towards his arm, his hand on her shoulder quickly guiding her where he wants her to be as he speaks again. "Now, I invite you all to gather, three days hence, where I induct a long-lost daughter back into the tribe!" He raises a hand up into the air, a cue for the audience to cheer, and cheer they do. Apparently having an Okami Princess be found and returned to the tribe was a cause for serious joy if the genuinely-joyful expressions she could see amongst the crowd were any indication. "Now go, and spread this joyous word to all!" He proclaimed clearly, placing his hand on her shoulder again and leading her into the palace itself.
Allowing him to do so, Skye inwardly smirked as the expression he'd adopted quickly fell back into a cool and clear face, making it clear there was definitely a public and private face to the King of the Okami. Briefly, she thought about Bell and Victaia, but she wasn't worried, they knew how to handle themselves. Having a Dark Elf and a Half-Tauren following the new princess would kill the image entirely, the envoy had told her as much whilst they were traveling to the tribe, and so they'd settle in and wait for her to call them.
And by that, Victaia would likely drag Bell all over the city and force her to not just hole up in some tavern.
When they finally came to a stop in a luxurious garden within the palace, Skye inwardly questioned what attitude the king would adopt.
Would he act joyful and filial, welcoming her to her real home? Would he be cold, distant, making it clear she was to be a doll for the public? As he and the rest of them took seats within an ostentatious pavilion, a gesture at a seat leading her to sit there as well, she honestly was looking forwards to how he would act. What she did not expect was that after sitting down, the king backhanded the envoy beside him, his face contorting into anger. "What treacherous thoughts entered your heart to allow a new-blood to...to mate with one of the lesser breeds?!"
The king bellowed furiously, his face reddening as he fumed at the envoy. Now even more curious to see where he was going to go from this, she gave the envoy no assistance when he glanced at her, propping her chin on her hands and her elbows on her knees. "My liege, she asked for them to escort her, I simply followed her wishes, I meant no d-" Another backhand silenced him, this time prompting a droplet of blood to escape his lips, probably from biting his own tongue.
"You had one, simple task. Discern if the reports were true, and if they were found to be so, bring back the new-blood to the tribe. By now, half the city will have smelled the evidence on her, what good is the royal family then? Where should we put our reputation after you so willfully dragged it through the mud." Opening her mouth, Skye found herself on the end of a glare attached to an Okami who looked ready to have a heart attack from the anger he was feeling. "And you, you harlot. Is your dignity so far-gone that you would cavort with the likes of the lesser breeds, those only fit to guard our royal selves?"
Skye frowned, feeling rather...yes, rather pissed off at that. "I would watch what you say, I would watch with great care what you say to me." She said calmly, her eyes locked onto his as his face impossibly got even more fury-filled. "Did I fuck three wolfmen? Sure. Why? Because I wanted to, and nobody stopped me. I will sleep with who I want to, when I want to, and if you think you can stop me, I encourage you to try." He panted a few times, his rage...then disappearing, as if her mocking words were nothing.
"You may go." He said, as calm as her own voice was. The envoy, in response, bowed without a hint of anger at being struck and blamed, and passed by her as he left the pavilion. "You have the same obstinance and arrogance as my great-grandmother." He spoke with sincerity, and honestly, Skye admitted inwardly that she was definitely off-balance from how their discussion changed. "I do believe our envoy has mentioned what we can do regarding your missing tails?"
Putting aside his previous actions, Skye nodded. "That's something I'm highly interested in. Let me pre-empt you though, I am my own woman, so if you think you can use something I want such as that in order to pressure me into something I'm vehemently against, I'll refuse, and if you try to force it, this palace will become a crater." She spoke plainly, folding her arms as she met his gaze.
"I wouldn't dare to deprive an Okami of her tails if she so wishes to have them back. However, the ritual requires more than just words, and I would not give something in return for nothing. You are rare and powerful, and I would happily welcome you into our family as a true daughter. And no-" He pre-empted her immediately. "-that does not mean forcing you into anything you would be against. You are, after all, your own woman, and I would see this city burn before I force one of my own kind to do something he or she does not want to do." Gazing at his eyes, Skye tried to assess whether he was lying to her, before giving up. If he wanted to fuck with her, then she was more than happy to make him pay for it.
Still, what he'd said earlier was still pissing her off. "And what of my 'cavorting with lesser breeds'? You see, I quite liked those three wolfmen." She admitted with a grin, one the king did not return. "So if the fact that I liked it and wouldn't mind doing it again is too far for you, then I'll just have to accept leaving without tails." The king frowned then, making it clear what his thoughts on it were.
She could kind-of understand it, if they really had a reliance on bloodline purity, then her going around fucking every wolfman she could get her hands on would take that idea and trample all over it. "Perhaps then, you would be more amicable to my offer if I were to introduce my son." He said, amusement bleeding through a little as the tallest and most burly of the Okami guarding them, whom she hadn't really taken note of before, stepped forwards and removed his helmet, revealing a vulpine face ringed with golden-orange fur. "Ursus, my firstborn child. I would...greatly appreciate if you were to at least consider spending time with him, I do believe you would find the experience to be worth your while."
He left it at that, making it clear that he was intended as an enticement. He was tall, and if the fur around his face was any indication, he wasn't like her or the king, he was 'full-furred'. Behind him, six tails hung, one less than his father, and if his armor was any indication, he was strong. "I...wouldn't mind having a walk with Ursus, though I reserve the right to refuse him." That caused the Okami's face to twitch for a moment, as if resisting the very idea that she might refuse him, but he said nothing and didn't react further.
"Wonderful. Well, Ursus, if you would escort our beautiful new princess..." Ursus stepped forwards, extending an arm towards the gardens. Skye rose, walking along with him as they departed the pavilion. She said nothing as they walked, and neither did Ursus, simply heading through the admittedly-beautiful and flower-covered garden. Once away from the pavilion, Skye sighed, catching the attention of her escort.
Before he could speak, she stopped and faced him, looking up at him with a frown on her lips. "Be honest with me, are you even remotely interested in me?" Her blatant question certainly caught him off-guard if the half-stumbled step back was any indication, or the look on his face. "If you are actually interested in me, and I mean genuinely, then I'll happily spend some time with you. But you have the right to say no, if your father or whatever stuff is going on here forced you into this position, I'd be fully accepting if you told me now, because trust me, if I find out later you are just going through the motions, you will regret it."
"I get to walk with a beautiful princess who I might one day marry, and you have to ask if I had any other thought than that of love?" Skye gave him a deadpan look, prompting him to droop slightly, his ears flicking gently. "I can't say I love you, father brought me here and away from my training because he wants me to marry you, but...I can wholly admit that I like you. You stood up to him and didn't give ground that you weren't willing to lose." He rubbed his head slightly awkwardly then. "Sorry, military stuff, it means-"
"It means giving up ground to the enemy that you can afford to lose so you can consolidate your forces. I may be pretty but that doesn't mean I'm an idiot. So, the fact I fucked three wolfmen until they were all spent doesn't bother you?" He immediately did a double-take at her words, looking at her in surprise for just a moment before laughing and waving a hand when she crossed her arms.
"You fucked three wolfmen and THEY were the ones who were spent. If anything I should be worried about my little brother." He said, a glance down making sure she didn't misunderstand him. "But that's what I mean! You aren't afraid to speak your mind. All the other princesses act like...well, bitches. You...seem a bit bitchy as well, but not in a snobbish way, more in the way I'd expect from one of the guys, 'crass and unrefined' as my teacher would put it. So, uh, if you're willing, I'd like to keep walking with you." He eventually admitted, and honestly, at first, she planned to blow him off.
But, well, she'd already admitted that she'd put up with a lot of bullshit if it meant getting tails, and wandering around with a prince who had cute fluffy ears, soft and pettable tails, and who was quite literally twice the height of her was definitely not much of a punishment in her eyes. Biting her lip, she asked herself if her question was going too far. She'd only met him for a very brief while after all. But then again, if he was intended to marry her at some point, it'd come out eventually, in more ways than one. And so, she turned and gave him a smile. "Alright, but first you have to tell me how big you are, down here."
Due to a serious case of the hormi, more lewds are here!
Skip to the next section in bold to avoid the lewds!
She said with a smirk, reaching up to poke the crotch of his armor. She fully expected him to be flustered or at least a little embarrassed. What she did not expect was for him to smirk right back at her, glance around briefly, then pick her up. Stunned more than a little, she let him jog along with her over his shoulder, curious and admittedly quite excited that she'd found a guy who was dominant enough to literally pick her up when he pleased. The fact he had 'discreetly' slid his hand up her skirt to rest on her ass did not escape her either, enjoying the feeling of a large hand pawing dextrously at her rear.
As he carried her, he displayed quite clearly that he knew his way around the palace, weaving through hallways with ease, and not once did they encounter a guard. She highly doubted it was luck, and since he was armored, he probably knew where guards would be and at what times, which explained how he managed to get through the palace and into a bedroom without once seeing another guard. He set her down after closing the door, then advanced on her a few steps, until her face was only a foot from his crotch. "You want to see how big your future husband is?" He growled out, his voice a hell of a lot deeper and more...domineering than before.
Skye nodded, watching with a horny smile as he undid a few things and let the armor on his legs fall free, leaving him in leggings. He then undid clasps on his chestpiece and removed that, the arms remaining attached to it and leaving him wearing a tunic, leggings and armored boots, all of which quickly followed suit, leaving him in tight underwear which was already tented very impressively. Skye pinched her lip with her teeth in satisfaction as he spread his arms, making it clear to her that if she wanted to see just how big her possible future husband was, she'd have to come and find out for herself.
Lifting up an arm, she gently touched the tented part of his underwear, eliciting no response from the gentle touch as her finger slid down the underwear, then up to the lip. As she hooked her finger around his underwear, he placed his hand over hers, drawing her attention to his face. In response, he clicked his teeth together twice, a grin on his lips that she matched, removing her hand and simply moving forwards towards his crotch.
With her nose nice and close to him, she inhaled deeply, enjoying his scent, before going up on her tippy-toes and parting her lips towards the edge of his underwear, trapping it in her teeth. Tugging gently, she positioned herself right before his front, pulling back quite firmly and then down, allowing his penis to spring free and come to rest on top of her head. Skye tugged his underwear down a little further, then set her feet back flat on the ground, sliding his shaft along one side of her face against her nose as she looked up his length. He was, in a word, huge. As in, either his underwear had some kind of space-warp fuckery going on, or his cock was under some serious pressure to grow in there.
Even standing up fully, the height difference meant that the base of his cock was at the same level as her eyes, and she couldn't help but gulp as she fantasized about what it'd feel like, considering the tip of his cock was somewhere behind her head. "My my, looks like my wife-to-be is really just a thirsty little wolf bitch eager for some milk, hm?" Skye showed zero interest in his words, too fixated on his massive, throbbing red cock. Once a firm hand came to rest on the back of her head, and another started to guide the tip of his penis, that was when she woke up a little. "All you really want, all you really need, is to be pinned down and bred by a big, strong male, isn't it?" He asked huskily, rubbing the tip of his cock over her lips, smearing salty pre-cum over them.
Instead of responding verbally, Skye stuck her tongue out, licking the tip of his cock as he swirled it against her tongue. When he positioned his tip directly in front of her mouth, she remained still, his hand pulling her towards him as his penis slipped between her tongue and upper lip into her mouth, her tongue pressing upwards and earning herself a drawn-out groan of pleasure as every inch of his shaft that slid into her mouth was pleasured by her flexing tongue.
He continued pulling her forwards without stopping, his hand tilting her head upwards and down beneath him, allowing his cock to slide further, reaching her throat and beyond, all the while he maintained eye contact with her. Pulling herself back slowly, Skye slid off his shaft, raising a hand up to jerk him off as she spoke. "I like dirty talk, just don't get it in your head that I am what you say I am all the time, only in the bedroom." She didn't mince her words, she really wanted to just make sure he didn't try to overstep that boundary. Skye knew she was a total submissive when it came to sex, obviously, but being submissive and being the literal bitch of a male were two vastly different things, especially when she and her partner weren't humans.
She understood, on some weird species-related level, that if she let him keep pushing her, as a female and a submissive, he would expect her submission to him in everything. And that wasn't her. She was submissive in sex, but she was still her own person, and she adamantly made sure he understood that she was not about to just roll over and show her belly to him in everything. In the bedroom, he was the decision-maker, that was perfectly acceptable and even preferred to her. But out there, they were going to be equals, nothing less.
Ursus nodded, lowering a giant paw to brush over her head delicately, lovingly and acceptingly, before guiding her lips back to his shaft. Whether he'd actually listened or not, she didn't know, nor did she care as she began to suck him off, taking long, deep dives all the way down his shaft to his base, pressing her lips together against him. And if his reactions were any indication, she was giving him the best blowjob of his life. He didn't even try to guide her, his arms dangling by his sides and his hips thrust forwards a little as he luxuriated in the pleasure her lips brought him.
Sucking strongly, Skye pulled herself back slowly, applying suction all the way along his dick until she reached his tip, suckling there for a moment before popping off his shaft with a mouthful of salty pre-cum. Opening her mouth, she allowed him to see for a brief moment before closing her lips and swallowing. His taste, admittedly, left much to be desired, but it was less about the taste and more about the action, and the reaction it prompted.
Skye placed her lips back on his tip, sliding down his shaft once more and bottoming out, then grabbing ahold of his hands and placing them on her head. Pulling herself back with his hands still on her head, she then pressed forwards again, back and forth on his dick as she held his hands on her head. When she let go, he kept his hands on her head, and as she sucked him off, he tightened his grip.
Holding her, he took control over her and set his own pace, thrusting his hips forwards and pulling her down his length, face-fucking her with grunts of pleasure accompanying each thrust, his heavy balls smacking her chin each time her lips kissed the base of his cock. Letting herself follow his pull each time he rammed his dick into her mouth, fully accepting his control over her, Skye began playing with her breasts under her vest using her left hand, and her right slipped down to lift her skirt, a hand fishing into her panties and rubbing her pussy eagerly.
She had a front-row seat to the sight of his knot emerging from his sheath and beginning to swell up, each thrust accompanied by a slightly wider knot that was harder to take into her mouth. Eventually, he started to simply pull her in until she kissed his knot, watching in amazement and arousal as it grew ever larger right before her eyes. Taking a bit of agency back, Skye began to thrust herself forwards in his grasp, making it damn clear what she wanted as she pressed her lips against his bulging knot with each thrust.
He grasped her head more firmly with both hands, accelerating to a pace that left her helpless before outright slamming his cock down her throat, forcing his oversized cock and fucking colossal knot past her lip and teeth, expanding for the final act inside her mouth. Standing there, practically hanging from his cock, she reached her hands up to his balls, fondling them and earning herself a sudden grunt of pleasure as the floodgates opened. This time, she couldn't even taste his cum, but she could feel it filling her as if she was gulping down several drinks in quick succession.
Skye continued to fondle and coax his balls as he blew his load down her throat, gulping as much as she was able and using her tongue to continue pleasuring his bitch-breaker of a cock. It hardly felt real, she had a knot that was obscenely huge plugging her mouth entirely, and a cock plunged down her throat pumping a huge amount of wolfish cum into her stomach. Her nose was filled with pure musk, she only had eyes for him, and all she wanted was for him to pin her to the bed and stuff his cock up her cunt. Even though she didn't want babies, that didn't stop her from fantasizing about him fucking his cubs into her pussy.
Lowering one hand from his balls to the eager-for-breeding aforementioned pussy, she fingered herself as he finished cumming, his knot beginning to shrink. Pressing her lips against him, Skye began to suck on him strongly, the hand on her head grasping her tightly as he groaned. Pulling back a little, she tugged on his knot, letting it slip loose and making sure to coat it in plenty of attention, sucking all the while.
Inch by inch, she slid him out of her throat, continuing to keep her lips against his cock as she sucked on him, tasting his cum more strongly as she got closer to his tip, and making sure that as his dick slid free from her lips, it did so clean. The last few inches got extra attention, lapping at them all over with her tongue, and once his tip was all that was left, she slid back down him again a few inches, suckling intently on the meaty rod before sliding off him with a pop, staring up at his face with pure lust and desire.
She wanted...no, she needed him.
End of the second lewd scene ^.^
But, before she could make her move to the bed to get to the main event, there was a clear rap at the door.
Turning her head sharply, she debated the pros and cons of putting a bullet through it and getting back to what she was doing, but Ursus made the decision for her by getting dressed, his tone serious as he spoke, interrupting her murderous intentions. "If someone was sent to fetch us, then there's certainly something important going on." Grumbling as the burning NEED within her raged on, she leaned into his giant paw as he rubbed the top of her head, before flexing her ears. "I didn't hurt you did I?" Skye rolled her eyes, making it clear what she thought of that notion.
He in turn gave her a feral grin, then walked over to the door. Pulling it open revealed a grey-furred wolfman a few heads shorter than Ursus. "Apologies to your royal selves, but the King requires your presence. It regards a serious movement from Re-Estize, an army on the march toward Balosar, and the King desires to hear your opinions on providing aid." Blinking, Skye glanced at Ursus, who seemed just as surprised as she was. Still, he walked to her side and matched her speed as they followed the elderly-seeming wolfman.
Skye herself continued turning the issue over in her head. Fubatsu had told her that Re-Estize were mobilizing troops, but she assumed it would take them a long time to form an army big enough to take on the orcs in their home territory. The fact they already had an army moving suggested a mobilization speed far beyond what she expected from a medieval kingdom, even one with magic.
As they walked, she contemplated plans of attack. She would likely need the crew of the Grand Larceny to come and help, and that sat ill with her. She would need to leave some of the crew to guard the ship, but if she left too many, she ran the risk of losing the main battle. This wasn't battling scouts, this was an inter-kingdom war, with a serious army, and it required plenty of care and attention if she wanted to win it.
Using her mind, Skye activated her message ability, using it to contact Victaia and telling her to be ready to meet up soon. Next, she messaged Kris, ignoring the curiosity of Ursus and their escort as she spoke. "Kris, split the crew into two groups, leave one group on the ship, enough to protect it, and take the other group to Balosar ready for a war. Use your best judgment for it, this is going to be a serious fight." After he acknowledged her command, she closed the link, raising an eyebrow at Ursus. "What? Balosar helped me out, so I'm going to do the same."
"Oh, of that I have no doubt. But from the sounds of it, you spoke to this 'Kris' without any issues despite the distance to the seas. That is a far more intriguing prospect to me. But alas, it is your secret to keep, and not mine to ask after." He said with a tint of amusement, forcing her to smile as she grabbed his hand and caressed it. As she did so, she thought about her Spirit Dancers. It was something she would need to inform him about if they were to have any kind of real relationship, and she somewhat dreaded how that conversation would go. "Don't worry, I'm sure my father will listen if you ask him to aid the orcs, they did protect you after all."
Skye shook her head in response to his genuine concern, misplaced as it was. "No, it's something different, a personal...quirk I guess you could call it. After all this is sorted, we need to sit down seriously so I can tell you about it, because, well, it might ruin things." It was a bit of a surprise when she thought about it like that, she actually considered the fact that she was genuinely willing to see where her relationship with Ursus went. Sure, the bottom line of it was a political marriage, the king was going to marry her into the family as his daughter-in-law and presumably use her power and 'purity of blood' or whatever other bullshit to strengthen his position as the ruler, but that didn't mean Ursus couldn't still be someone she wouldn't mind marriage to.
He was strong, powerful, willing to talk down to her and at the same time acknowledge that she was effectively 'roleplaying', and, well, he was basically a worgen on steroids. There was a reason she chose her race to be a demi-human with wolf ears, it was about as close to a worgen as she could actually get after all. His being a living, breathing worgen was basically just throwing the rules out and jumping her, a thought that made her want to blow off the king's summons and drag him back for more fun.
But no, if she was going to get mixed in with the nobility, she would have to play her part.
It took 3 hours, multiple very loud arguments and a thrown boot of all things before things came to a head.
She wasn't the one who threw a boot, that was one of the Okami present, who was very vocal about refusing to aid the orcs. It honestly reminded her a little bit of joke videos from the House of Commons, with how rowdy and utterly disconnected from the snooty tones, veiled threats and arrogant dismissals she imagined it would be. She had made herself plenty vocal about supporting Balosar, drawing plenty of attention to herself. Ursus being practically glued to her side had already done so, but the fact she was vocal about supporting the orcs, despite having never been seen before, drew many to cast aspersions as to whether an 'upstart like her' should even be in there to begin with.
Apparently a fast learner, Ursus had prevented her from attacking anyone, which was a good thing, she would probably have shot someone or at least maimed them a little for being cunts. By the time things were done, at least a few had walked out, as good as conceding to the king even as they made their positions very clear. And at the same time it made her realize why the king was so willing to put up with her, and even pairing her with his firstborn son, who would one day be king. Ursus, when she wasn't busy tearing her throat out yelling at people, explained it to her in detail.
The Okami ruled over both the Okami race themselves, and the Wolfmen, who were descended from the Okami. There were other races mixed in, sure, but those two were the primary races of the 'Okami Tribe'. And the issue was that every Okami was 'pure-blooded', their veins ran with the blood of their goddess, Kuraokami. The King only had the right to rule based off the purity of his blood. That meant any upstart Okami could claim that three generations ago his mother fucked a bull, and that was a serious threat, it called into question his eligibility to rule. What she'd done was inadvertently 'insulted' herself, not that she cared, she was powerful enough to ignore that stuff.
As such, the easiest way to prove the purity of blood was by either strength of mind or strength of body. Ursus was very strong amongst the Okami for his body, while his father was stronger in the mind, but as he got older and his mind started to fail, it would be easier for rivals to call his blood into question. Ursus could handle it, his body was powerful, but if his father were to be challenged, there was a chance he wouldn't win.
That was where Skye came in. She was powerful, more powerful than any recorded Okami if Ursus was to be believed, in both body and mind, and that meant if she were to be his wife, nobody could call her into question, which would extend to Ursus. He'd been a bit...sheepish to admit that, and granted, it was a bit disingenuous to not tell her that before she was shuffled off with him, but she liked Ursus enough to forgive her not being told.
When everything was over and the king's detractors had left, he commanded the rest to muster an expedition to support Balosar, and finally, she was able to get some hard facts. The Re-Estize Kingdom had mobilized roughly 60,000 men to lay siege to the city, a number that honestly staggered her. She knew that a war was coming, but it was a medieval war, how the fuck could they get 60,000 troops together in such a short period.
Brushing her fingers against the gloves hanging off her side, Skye knew she'd need to use Noxilous and Pest to fight them off. 60,000 soldiers...it barely seemed real that Balosar was going to be besieged by so many people. And the response from the king was...lackluster. Half of the available military forces would be sent as a reinforcing force, a number that came up to...7,700 soldiers. Against 60,000. Sure, each one was a wolfman, and if they were even half as capable as Ursus, they'd be capable of taking 3 enemy soldiers each, but that was still only about 23,000 enemies they could take. Perhaps Balosar, if they sallied out, would make the enemy rout, but it was just as likely that they would lose.
Even if she emptied the Grand Larceny, that was only 300 crewmen. Sure, they were all level 100, but she was still quite rightfully nervous about facing a force of sixty fucking thousand. She was a duellist, not an AoE specialist, she didn't have any spells that would allow her to handle all that. That didn't mean a plan didn't start forming in her head though. 60,000 enemy troops was too much to handle, but what if they decapitated the army instead. The Warrior-Captain was regarded as the strongest soldier, so he'd be the hardest to kill, but if she and her crew could move in and kill off the command structure of the army, they'd be forced to return home or get picked apart by superior strategies.
Then again, what if the Warrior-Captain was a good fighter but a bad commander? What if by removing him, a much better commander stepped up, and led their army to a greater victory? This was why she was a duellist, she much preferred just shooting or slashing her way through her problems. Slumping, she followed Ursus back to the room, heading over to the bed and dumping herself onto it. "Why can't things just be simple?"
She grumbled into the bed, not expecting an answer but getting one anyway. "Because that's warfare, it's complicated and difficult and rarely does anyone win, everybody goes home to lick their wounds and prepare for the next inevitable conflict, until they get wiped out." Lifting herself up, she took just enough time to grab a pillow and plant it squarely in his face, slumping back down as the pillow playfully smacked her butt before it was dropped back onto the rest. A moment later, the bed sank as Ursus settled down beside her. "Don't worry about it, Balosar would already be able to hold back the humans, and when our troops show up, they'll be forced to retreat or get wiped out."
Grumbling again, she turned her face to look at him, grabbing his arm and pulling him into a laid-down position, curling herself into his grasp and watching his face. "I know, you're probably right, but...I don't want to get there only to see a razed city." Hesitating, she pressed her forehead into his chest, talking quietly. "That thing I needed to tell you about...do you want to hear it now?" He murmured a quiet agreement, his breath tickling her ear as his head came down to rest on hers.
"Okay, so you know I can cast magic, obviously. I can also summon beings, like my amarok wolves...and those who I call Spirit Dancers." Shifting, she settled herself in more comfortably, her eyes at neck level as she looked at Ursus directly. "They aren't just things, they are intelligent, they have memories and thoughts and feelings, and I can summon them. And...they love me. I don't want to lie to you or hide them from you, and I didn't want to wait either, I want this to be solved so we know what...'this' is between us. They were the first to show me love, real, unconditional love, and I could never abandon them. Plus, we've...had sex, and probably will again. So, I want to know what this means for...for us?"
Ursus shifted, nuzzling his muzzle against her head caringly. "I want to see where this leads naturally, and if you have those you love, then I will never deny you that." He began to sit up, bringing her with him as he settled her on his lap. "Have you been taught much about Kuraokami?" Skye shook her head, leaning back against chest and feeling him rumble as he spoke. "She was known to lay with any she loved. Human, elf, dwarf, troll, any species. If she desired someone, and they in turn desired her, then nothing would stop her. I am not blinded by religion, I do not believe you to be Kuraokami herself, but you are powerful, and I would not presume that I could stop you, even if I did have issue. But I would like to meet your Spirit Dancers, if they would be willing."
Smiling at how...maturely that issue was handled, Skye lifted her head up to give Ursus a genuine kiss, then shimmied out of his grasp and stood. Extending her hand, she recited the incantation for her spell, her focus on summoning Skyra. Completing the spell, the familiar purple orb flashed into existence, swirling and expanding before vanishing and revealing Skyra. "Master, I was beginning to worry." Skyra took in her surroundings, before focusing on Ursus with curiosity. "And who might this well-built specimen be?"
Rolling her eyes, Skye gestured between them. "Skyra, Ursus. Ursus, Skyra." She said blandly, her lips curling as they both gave her a deadpan look. "Okay, Skyra, I already semi-explained who you are and what you and the others mean to me. Ursus is my...uhh...betrothed? We aren't officially together, but I like him, and from what I felt when I was sat on you, you definitely like me." She spoke the last part with a clearly amused tint to her voice, though Ursus seemed too busy examining Skyra to care. "So, and I mean both of you, thoughts?" Ursus spoke first, even as he pulled his eyes away from Skyra's admittedly gorgeous body to look at her.
"I think I'm going to be needing bedroom breaks in future."
"Skye, please talk to me, it's not that hard to wait, is it?"
Folding her arms, Skye resolutely didn't speak to Ursus. After she'd been sure that Ursus didn't mind the Spirit Dancers, she'd sent Skyra away with a kiss that left her breathless and a promise, after which she had definitely been in the mood for going the full distance with Ursus, especially after she was blue-beaned by that advisor guy. He, however, wanted to wait, and to, in his own words, 'join in body and soul on the day of our marriage'. To say she was upset with him was the understatement of all tme, and as revenge, she had effectively given him the couch treatment by booting him out and ignoring him pointing out that she had literally kicked him out of his own bedroom.
As a bit more petty revenge, she had then spent the next few hours with her Spirit Dancers relieving the reignited desire for sex she had worked herself up to earlier that day. Thanks to Skyra bringing up the question during the first few rounds, her favorite type of penis was revealed, and in the blink of an eye, all the male Spirit Dancers had that exact same type of big, bulging red cock hanging from their crotches, which they put to great use making her forget what had upset her, leaving no room for thinking about anything but sex.
And now, still fully feeling the effects of the previous night and partly distracted by the memories made, they were heading out with the military convoy that was headed for Balosar. She most definitely had no intentions of speaking with Ursus though. Yes, it was petty, and she could somewhat understand him wanting to wait. That small part of her was dragged behind the shed and beaten to death by the horny side of her with a crowbar, then lit on fire and torched on the altar of need.
She wanted sex, she had been worked up to practically a horny frenzy beforehand, and he was denying it to her, so she, in turn, was going to deny him from even speaking to her until he apologized and made concessions. If he wanted to save vaginal sex until they were married, not wanting a baby until then, she was cool with that, she had a second hole he could fuck. Hell, even if he only let her suck him off, that was enough to sate her considering the size of his cock and the submissiveness of fellatio, but he would have to figure that out, she was too annoyed at not having sex with him to care.
There she'd been, already painfully horny, made even worse when she had to sit there feeling his cock get hard when she was settled in on his lap, all-too-eager to get him to fuck her into submission, and then he, forearm-sized boner extremely visible in his trousers, had told her he wanted to wait to have sex until they were married. That was despite the fact she had already sucked him off until he blew his load down her throat. Maybe he didn't mean foreplay, and maybe he would have been okay with anal, but now he was going to get nothing out of her until he, at the barest minimum, apologized. Maybe then she would deign to explain what she was willing to put up with. "At least say something."
Turning her head away, she showed him her ear, gently coaxing Lupin to pick up his pace just a tiny bit, whilst at the same time commanding the wolf beneath Ursus to maintain his pace, making a gap between them. Some part of her hoped he picked up on how upset with him she was, and the rest of her sighed and shook its head. She highly doubted he would get it, and she would eventually snap and feel bad enough to lay out why she was so upset, but for now, he could stew for all she cared. "He looks like a kicked pup."
Glancing over at the wolfman who had spoken, Skye shrugged. "He earned it, he's just gonna have to live with it until he figures out how to fix it. Well, that, or I get too sad watching him mope around and I'll throw him a bone. If I were a betting woman, I'd say option 2 is more likely, but hey, maybe he'll surprise me." She said casually, glancing back and catching his eye as he looked over just for a moment before turning away again.
"And now he looks even worse." The wolfman she was now riding beside said candidly, looking between her and Ursus. "Is whatever he did really so bad? Telling him means he knows not to do it again, that way he can't upset you further, you can both solve whatever issue cropped up, and then you can get back to supporting each other." Snorting, Skye shook her head, earning herself a raised eyebrow.
"If I tell him what he did wrong, he'll just try to placate me, because it's something I doubt he's going to budge on, even if it really gets under my skin. So I'm going to leave him to stew for a bit, to understand how much it means to me, and then I'll help him out, once I'm sure he accepted my position on it." The wolfman didn't speak again, apparently content to leave her in silence. He was probably married and had to deal with the same sort of thing with his wife, and was assuming it was something petty and inconsequential. In a way it was, but that didn't mean it didn't matter to her, she really liked sex, and being denied it, especially when it was obvious that it wasn't just she who wanted it, really got under her skin in a way she didn't even realize it could.
But then, she considered it. Every time she'd wanted sex...she had gotten it. Even in her previous life, sex wasn't something she had ever been denied. So to have Ursus put his foot down so solidly and deny her like that...she could understand why it pissed her off so much. Of course, that didn't change anything, she was still just as pissed off at him, but at least now she knew why exactly she was so pissed off, instead of just general annoyance from not having sex. "Well, I hope he figures out a way back into your good graces, for a second there I thought you were gonna slap him."
Skye watched as the one she'd spoken to dropped back, turning to face forwards without looking at Ursus once. If he wanted to try and help Ursus, that was fine with her. And in her heart she acknowledged that Ursus was just wanting to not go too fast, but that didn't mean suddenly she wasn't going to be giving him the cold shoulder. He would probably apologize and make some kind of sweet gesture, plus it wasn't as if, if he wanted their first time to be special, she couldn't still get sex from her Spirit Dancers.
She would respect his choice in not having sex with her, but that didn't mean she was about to start being abstinent for him.
Spotting the Overorc's tower in the distance, surrounded by smoke, Valerie wanted to just throw caution to the wind and take her crew to try and help as quickly as possible.
Fortunately what she wanted wasn't always what she did, she knew that charging in and getting cut off was a stupid idea. And once their scouts reported the current situation in the city, she felt at least a little bit of relief. The humans had encircled the city, laying siege to it and constructing siege engines, alongside using groups of magic casters to launch volleys of attacks at the city. That was the source of the fires that were burning, raising black smoke high into the air.
Their best estimation put the human army at about 55,000 enemy soldiers, the missing 5,000 presumably lost to attrition and harassing attacks on the way in, but still enough to besiege the city. On the way in, she had met up with her crew, and laid out to the commander of the Okami forces that she and the roughly 200 corsairs under her command were going to operate outside their chain of command, under her own command. Her reason was that she knew her crew best and would know where and how they could be used.
She expected at least a little bit of pushback, but the commander simply accepted her demand without trying to argue. Whether that was due to her position as Okami Princess or something else she didn't know, but she also didn't care. What she did care about was assessing the strength of the stronger humans, most especially their Warrior-Captain. He was reportedly equipped with the 'Kingdom's Treasures' and that most certainly concerned her. Not only did he have the training and backing of a Kingdom, he also had the best equipment a kingdom that could muster 60,000 soldiers was able to produce.
But that was why she held Stand of the Reaper in reserve. It was powerful, but more importantly, it was perfect for fixating on a single target. Between that, Noxilous and Pest, as well as her entire build, basically tailor-made for direct combat in melee and at range, she felt fairly confident in at least fighting him to a standstill. And, as she leaned against the giant metal barrel of a naval mortar, she also fully intended to be a target that could not be ignored.
While it was a mortar, not a cannon, it still counted for being buffed by her weapon specialization. On top of that, she had skills that could further buff the projectile, becoming an AoE explosive shrapnel blast, that would hopefully carve a giant hole in the enemy army. Kris had gone above and beyond in bringing one along, whilst her inventory had plenty of shots for it, and she had no intention of skimping on the value of her shot. A level 100 circular mortar ball made of the condensed scales of a legendary dragon as wide as her arm was long, and the powder was just as powerful, formed in part from the dust a magmatic overlord dropped on death. Both, fired from a mortar just as valuable, and being fired by a max-level Powderslinger...hopefully it would actually do something to them.
Right now though, she was waiting for the army to get formed up and ready for combat. Empire scouts had already detected them, there was nowhere to hide in a desert after all, and so there would probably be a giant fight soon. As for her crew, they were all equipped with their weapons of choice, clad in armour, or as armoured as could be for those who had natural protection, and...she was worried for them. She didn't want to lose even a single member of her crew, and while some part of her recognized that the enemy soldiers would probably only be maybe twice as powerful as the scouts she had slaughtered, she had no idea if the enemy army had an 'elite' division that could counter her crew.
The Warrior-Captain had his own personal retinue after all, and if he was powerful enough to be known as 'The Strongest Warrior' then his troops couldn't be too much worse.
When the battle began, it was with a fury-filled howl that echoed across the desert.
The wolfmen had just as good vision in the dark as the light, and so they began their attack in the dead of night, charging the enemy with fury and violence. The enemy army, in turn, were quick to get equipped and ready for battle. She watched from a distance atop a dune as troops came out of their tents fully-equipped and ready for battle. Probably more than a little tired, but adrenaline and the imminent threat would probably render that an ignorable fact.
Watching the enemy troops form into cohesive units, and then into a main battle-line, Skye turned to look upon her mortar, picking up a barrel of immensely valuable powder and pouring it in, using her 'Extra Powder' skill to reduce the need for powder, then 'Double-packed' to increase the damage and radius of the attack in return for twice the powder usage. Once the cannon was ready, she set the barrel of powder down and hefted the atlas stone of a shot, lifting it up and placing it into the mortar. As she did so, she used the skills 'Stopping Power', 'Powder Burn' and 'Power Shot' to buff the projectile further.
Finally, as she took up position behind the mortar, she used the skill 'Shooting Stance', adding even more damage and radius, as well as additional range. Angling the mortar, she could almost feel exactly where the shot would land, and how long it would take. Since the enemy line was stationary, she didn't need to worry about leading them, and so, after making sure every available skill had been used, she activated the fuse.
A moment later, the mortar exploded violently with a red cloud, and the shell itself roared upwards into the sky, a clear baleful red line carving itself through the air. She kept her eyes on the shot, watching as it reached the apex of flight and began to tip back down to earth, picking up more speed as it thundered down. Crossing her fingers, she kept her eyes affixed to it, and when it hit...it caused an earthquake.
By that, what really happened was that the ground shook even from her position, the desert itself became flatter and smoother from the impact, as if someone had grabbed the ground itself and given it a good, solid shake. As for the point of impact...it had turned to glass. At least a hundred meters in radius was a crater, just as deep, and the edges hadn't been spared.
She watched as shards of metal buzz-sawed their way into the enemy line, leaving holes through anyone in the way. If she had to guess...she had just killed at least two-thousand men...with a single shot. The enemy line was 5 ranks deep, and each man took up maybe a meter of space, room for attacks, defense and all that kind of thing. With a crater 200 meters wide, just that alone had killed a thousand men. But the shrapnel, that had buzzed through their lines like a shotgun, and had also killed men within the camp itself.
Remembering to blink after just...staring at the aftermath, Skye debated the need for a second shot. In one single, terrible instant, she had wiped out roughly 3-4% of the entire enemy army. One, single attack, and she had killed so many soldiers. If that didn't get the attention of the enemy leader, she honestly didn't know what would. As the wolfmen army charged, not giving the humans a chance to recover from the sudden devastating strike, Skye kept a keen eye out for a sneak attack. The trail that the shot made was still in the sky, practically pointing directly at her head, so it wasn't like her location was hidden.
Grabbing the mortar, she added it to her inventory, not wanting to risk it getting damaged in the coming fight. Her pistols were both max level, as were her daggers. Her armor was her familiar set, and she was fully prepared for an attack. Therefore, it was incredibly surprising when she saw a white flag be raised, more joining it and bringing the quick but vicious battle to an end.
Staring as the two lines split away, Skye brought the mortar back out, having her crew roll another shot into place, just in case. She didn't put it above the humans to do a fake-out, pretending to surrender just until they could pull off a sneak attack and remove her from play. Or alternatively, attacking after the wolfmen pulled back and using proximity to friendly troops to stop her shooting. So, she was ready in case the humans tried anything deceitful.
Some part of her was a bit curious about why she defined them as humans as if she wasn't one but that part was utterly ignored in the face of her current situation. The commander of the wolfman army came forwards under flag of truce, meeting with a human clad in red and gold armor, an ornate-looking sword sheathed at his hip. She knew, just looking at him, that he wasn't the Warrior-Captain. His armor was nicely-made, sure, but it was all a sham, fully lifting her suspicion. There had to be something going on, some kind of trick, and she itched to launch a mortar round into the middle of the enemy army as a warning.
Shaking her head, Skye continued to scan the desert, wary for any kind of hidden attack or subterfuge. After a moment, she considered that maybe the humans were looking down on the wolfmen, and that their Warrior-Captain didn't have to meet with the leader of their forces. She contemplated that while a wolfman came up the dune towards her, watching him carefully as he knelt down. "My princess, the commander of the enemy army desires to speak with you."
Her eyes narrowed sharply as she focused on the 'commander of the enemy army', and she took a half-step towards her mortar, all too tempted to launch a second shot to make it clear what she thought of that crock of shit. Inhaling, she took a deep breath, then released it slowly. With a grasp, she put the mortar away once again, and then commanded her crew to follow her as she headed down the significantly-flatter sand dune.
Passing through friendly lines, she had her crew wait at the front as she headed out into the open, keeping her senses fully sharpened and hands close to her daggers and flintlocks, ready for whatever subterfuge the humans were about to spring. -"King's advisor, but nothing is worth this loss of life." Listening as she approached, she paid attention to what lying words the human was spewing, pushing down the urge to shoot the lying fuck and restart the combat. "Is this-"
He began to say, and she cut him off. "Is this the Okami princess that scouts from your kingdom decided to try and assassinate when she did nothing more than visit? Yes. Is this the one who just blasted a hole in your lines and flattened the desert. Yes. Is this the one who wants to tear your head off and command your real commander to get his ass out here and explain himself before I start blowing more holes in his army? Yes." She growled each word, making no attempt to hide just how much she wanted to beat the everloving shit out of this pretender, this lying sack of shit who dared pretend to be the actual commander of the army.
From closer, she could guarantee that his armor, whilst good, was nowhere near what a fucking kingdom should have been able to make. At the roughest possible guess, it was maybe level 30-35 gear, and she somewhat regretted not knowing any appraisal magic, she would have loved to know about the armor so she could tell him what she thought of his bullshit. "Real commander? I assure you, Okami princess, that I am Gazef Stronoff, Warrior-Captain of the Re-Estize Kingdom and commander of this army." Skye did not let her expression change, making it clear what she thought of his words. "If I were to demonstrate my unique skill, Six-Fold Slash of Light, would that suffice as proof?"
Glancing at the wolfman to her side, he merely looked back at her, and so, she looked towards 'Gazef Stronoff', snorting contemptuously. "It doesn't matter, if you want to play this game with me then I shall merely play my part. My part, in case you were not aware, is to do that to your armies." She gestured at the glass-lined crater, watching with unhidden amusement as the man's hands tightened. "Don't forget who is the aggressor here. I killed that scout of yours with the help of the orcs, only after they saw fit to shoot me with an arrow. I didn't care too much, I considered the matter settled, and then your armies came here, and started trying to burn the city that helped me to the ground. Maybe I should make a visit to your capital city, and allow your 'Re-Estize Kingdom' to reap exactly what it has sown."
"Even if what you say is true, and the testimony of good men goes against that, the Re-Estize Kingdom is not something to be looked down upon. You killed a scouting group of men for something you admit you didn't care much for-" Skye interrupted him by taking a heavy step forwards, watching as his eyes flickered in fear for a moment, his hand grasping his sword as she glared at him.
"They. Shot. Me. I only considered it settled after tearing apart their camp. If they hadn't shot me with a fucking arrow, none of this would have happened. Is it because I am a demihuman that you look down on me? Do you think if I shot you with an arrow you would just look the other way, you wouldn't try to get revenge? Don't answer that, you probably have some sense of 'human justice' in that stupid brain of yours. Out here, it was simple, to get revenge on the ones that tried to assassinate me by killing them and their murderous group. All you are to me is another band of bandits to be slaughtered." Turning on her heel, Skye stalked away from the man, carefully keeping her hands away from her weapons.
Because she knew if she had let herself touch any one of her weapons, 'Gazef Stronoff' was going to be turned into a bloody smear on the ground.
Whatever was discussed, Skye was not privy to it, and in the end, the human army packed up and fled with their tail between their legs.
As much as she wanted to start dropping mortar shots into their column, she didn't want to cause problems for Balosar. If she started attacking the army, that might cause them issues, and she liked the orcs too much to let that happen. So, after watching the humans leave, Skye took some time to calm down, chatting to her crew and to the occasional wolfman. Apparently, from things overheard near the command tent, the human 'commander' had agreed to pull his troops back, and left with a warning that not paying reparations to Balosar and the Okami tribe would lead to her launching her deadly attacks upon human cities.
Honestly, she was all for it. They had shown up and strutted about as if they were the top dogs, then, when their precious men got rightfully blasted to pieces, they had tried underhanded snubs and bullshit like sending out a fake commander. Her betrothed had met with him as well, and during that meeting she had been laser-focused on the human with a flintlock rifle in hand, fully prepared to blast him if he so much as twitched in the wrong way. He might have been in the dog-house for what he had said and done, but she would have wiped out as many humans as she could get ahold of if so much as a single hair of his fur was touched.
The army itself was staying just long enough for the commander to meet with Fubatsu, then they were going to depart back home. Since she wanted to meet her again anyway, when the commander departed, Skye tagged along. Ursus was a part of the retinue, and while she didn't really acknowledge his presence besides a few looks, she did still walk beside him, and whilst the commander and Fubatsu greeted each other, she, for a moment, leaned against his side before standing straight again. "Skye, don't hide back there like that, I still owe you a rematch after all."
Grinning Skye came forwards to accept a gruff hug and a strongpat on the back, patting Fubatsu on the back in return. "Hey, just hanging about, wanted to talk to you regarding the Grand Larceny anyways, so figured I'd tag along. I hope you don't mind that crater I made out there...or the fact that the Finkull clan are going to be spending a long time redrawing topography maps." She added with a laugh, smiling as Fubatsu laughed and gave her a pat on the shoulder.
"I'm sure they'll be happy enough with the task. I was going to ask your commander here, but since you're here I'll ask you instead. The glass from the crater, are you planning to recover it, or are you willing to give up the rights to it to the city?" Blinking, Skye gave a very brief glance at the commander, then returned her full attention to Fubatsu. She hadn't considered the glass in the crater yet, she figured it wouldn't be usable anyway.
"If you want to collect it, go right ahead. But I don't know how useful it'd be. What would you use for it anyway?" Fubatsu gave another laugh, explaining that the Finkull would use the glass for potion flasks. Since it was made so quickly and violently, it wasn't very good quality glass, but it could be harvested in chunks, melted down and made into flasks in bulk for far less effort than making glass themselves. It wouldn't be high quality glass, not by any stretch of the imagination, but it didn't need to be, it just needed to be able to not react with potions, the primary reason glass was used was because it didn't react with most ingredients.
Skye, Ursus, and the other wolfmen were led to the Overorc Tower, and the commander spent a while privately discussing whatever needed to be discussed. Once he came out, Skye was the next one in, and Fubatsu made sure to set her concerns about a port to bed. While the plan they'd agreed on would be delayed due to the damage the city had sustained, Fubatsu still fully intended to build a road to the ocean and a port there. Magic would be used to keep the road clear of sand in the desert, and caravans would be guarded by orcs on the way to or from the port.
In return, Skye would protect any orc vessel from attack. On one hand, it might have seemed a little bit unfair, but the fact was that opening a port was something Fubatsu wanted to do, but she couldn't guarantee that ships from the RHK or elsewhere wouldn't come and stop the development. With Skye protecting orcish vessels in the water, she would be able to establish the orcs as a sea-faring civilization. They were certainly hardy enough for a life on the ocean, if the fact they smashed out a home in the middle of a desert was any indication.
Skye was tempted to bring up the fact that the Okami were also looking towards the establishment of their own port, but decided that it didn't matter much, and so in the end, she didn't mention it. They discussed the glass a little, as well as the weapon she used to cause that level of discussion, and then, she left the room, brushing her shoulder against Ursus in a small show of tentative affection as he himself went to go and greet Fubatsu as a prince. Sure, she was still completely upset with him, but watching him speak to that human and being worried that he was going to be ambushed really put into perspective that she was being petty.
So, she would hold it over his head still, but she would accept him again...with concessions of course, he was the one in the wrong after all.
Woo for debauchery!
Honestly, I feel like I'm projecting, but I love sex, as if that wasn't obvious already, and Skye's position on it mirrors my own. I am, through and through, a sexual submissive. I will do pretty much anything my husband tells me to do when it comes to sex. If he told me to go out on the balcony, naked, and let him fuck me full-nelson, exposing myself to the world, I would do it, even though I'm only a sort-of closet exhib.
But at the same time, I'm not just a household pushover. I will listen to him, but I'm not nearly as much of a pushover when it comes to stuff outside of sex. Cooking for instance sees him utterly banned from 'helping' in the kitchen, because he fucking sucks at cooking, whereas I did catering in school and actually know how to cook food more than just putting hot stuff with other hot stuff. Of course, sometimes things are mixed, toys or sex during other things, and in those moments I lean towards subbing more than assertiveness, but that doesn't count.
Where was I going with this...ehh, I dunno, hope you enjoyed the chapter at least, and I'll see you all in 2024!