Battle at the Wolfs-Wood Edge

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"Many fall in the face of chaos, but not this one... Not today..."

- The Ancestor


Michel cursed, then cursed again and again and again. You see, Michel was a merchant from the neutral territories who had received an interesting order: two whole wagons full of weapons, along with a special delivery to Wilmarina herself. It was a deal meant to get him out of debt and free him from his sister's control. However, fate had other plans. Some bloody monster decided to attack him on the road, leaving him defenseless against these girls on a personal level. Hell, he had even been in contact with a lamia from his academy days, but all of that would be behind him now. He was facing a life of forced sex and slavery to these werewolf girls, a terrible fate if he wants what little freedom he has now to remain.

The men he hired from the count for protection were ineffective against the surprisingly coordinated assault of the werewolves. Emerging from the woods, the werewolves leaped above spears and evaded panicked arrow shots. They targeted one of the two wagons, knocking off the drivers and dragging them back into the woods. Meanwhile, the more mature and grown-up girls strategically herded the remaining men toward the carriage at the back of the convoy.

"Don't falter, men! We have the chief god on our side. Spears up, and you, boy, take your horse and run eastward to the garrison we passed," shouted the captain, probably the only competent man present. However, it was far too late. They were already cornered, their hearts pounding like sheep, and in their minds, they were ready to be devoured.

"BANG" "BANG" "BANG"

3 loud noices thundered from the north side , it was as if a small cannon was fired right beside them, the sensitive ears of the werewolf's began to tremble, but not before 4 off them where filled with hole the size of bell bearings, most torn to shreds in a volley of grape shot.

"GLORY AND HONOUR! Ever thus to the brave" A shout, a rallying cry was heard nearly at the same time as the thunders roar of the flintlock, what happened next was within seconds of each other.

Burning powder was thrown on the encircled party of monster girls, quickly transforming into a liquid flame. Those unfortunate enough to be caught by the substance began to melt and scream.

A knight, resembling a hero from a ballad, emerged from the tree line. He leaped with his long-sword in hand, the tip pointed forward. With a swift movement, he impaled one of the werewolves, driving the blade into the ground. Then, in a fluid motion, he twirled to the left and backhanded another werewolf standing beside little damage was taken by the mercenaries was healed magically as a new wave of second wind blew around them.


Talia was ecstatic; she had never felt as alive as she did now. As the firstborn of her old pack's alpha, she was destined for greatness but also violence. In a single pack, there can never be 2 Alphas (unless dominated by the same male), so thankfully she left, taking her two adorable, cute, lovable, delightful (did she mention adorable?) darling sisters, LuLu and RiRi.

After leaving her old pack, she began her own, welcoming some members of her old community who were fed up with a human-like lifestyle on the hilltops. She established her claim on the southern part of Lescaite's now-named Wolf's Wood. However, it didn't last long when her pack began hunting in earnest, and she encountered competition - big competition.

Orcs - specifically three gangs of orcs - confederated behind one High Orc. When they began to move into her territory, it led to conflict quickly. The first time the orcs were repelled, the second was a draw (mutual defeat, but nobody would admit it). However, on the third occasion when the orcs came back, they were different - healthier, as if a shaman had healed them; their weapons were made of metal, and they had armoured pauldrons on both shoulders. Most importantly, they were flying the flag of the Fourth.

Instead of crushing the still recovering werewolves, the High Orc offered to duel both her and her sisters, with conditions. Defeat equalled servitude , and victory meant the orcs would leave them alone. She agreed, and against all odds, the duel ended in another draw. However, her sisters lost, so technically she was forced into submission. Surprisingly, it wasn't nearly as bad as she imagined. She found herself in the Fourth's legion, but instead of fighting, raiding, and indulging in excessive fucking, she ended up doing none of that. She was made to be a reserve unit under the High Orc (who had now been promoted to a general position due to the flow of mana from her lady).

And now, FINALLY, she was ordered to ambush a caravan of weapons heading to pack would acquire men, not some village boys too young to wield a sword. No, they would get trained men. Perhaps she would even claim one of them from their husband.

The ambush went excellently, and to be honest, the selection of men was impressive, ranging from younger lads to the captain whom she had her eye on for a good part of the battle.

That was until her new husband showed up, appearing like a hero straight out of her childhood stories - a knight in shining armour (she couldn't see his abs yet). His scent intoxicated her to a point of near insanity, and the fact that he both killed one of her pack and didn't bear the stench of the chief god made her even more certain that this was to be her man. Perhaps he could be a man who would fight back against her.

"LuLu RiRi dears could you fetch my husband for me"- An order not from their sister but from the pack alpha

"Lulu, RiRi, dears, could you fetch my husband for me?" - an order not from their sister but from the pack alpha. The sisters couldn't resist the order; as much as both of them wanted to jump onto this man, they couldn't disobey the boss's command.

Three enemies appeared before him. Two of them looked younger, taking the form of 17-18-year-old women afflicted with a degenerated version of lycanthropy, and the one giving orders looked to be nearly a decade older.

'Ringing ears, blurred vision'

Before Reynauld could react, RiRi leaped at him with inhuman speed, grappling onto his shoulder plate and delivering a knee strike straight to his Head.

As he began to tumble, LuLu struck him too, with lightning-fast speed, delivering a devastating kick from behind how she appread there was anyone guess.

Now about 2 meters in the air, the man could barely defend himself as a missile of fur and lust rocketed towards him from the sky. RiRi had a grin on her face and hearts in her eyes as she smashed into the blade hilt of Reynauld, forcing him downwards onto the hard ground. LuLu was more than happy to kick him again, treating him almost like a play-ball. He rolled on the gravel, ending up about another 1.5 meters away, a lump of flesh and metal. Werewolves were not known for either subtlety or gentleness.

Struggling to get back on his feet, Reynauld felt the weight of the battle bearing down on him. Yet, even amidst the chaos, the rough and wild play of the werewolves couldn't break his resolve. "Damn it!" he thought, resisting the encroaching darkness that threatened to corrupt his mind and will.

Meanwhile, amidst the frenzy, a conversation between the two sisters, LuLu and RiRi, floated through the air. "LuLu, LuLu, isn't this guy kinda weak?" RiRi asked curiously, sniffing the air around Reynauld.

LuLu's eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and lust as she replied, "Yes, RiRi but His scent is intoxicating, maybe he's just tired or, who knows, maybe we need to drag him back to home to see what he is really like."

Their words drifted like echoes on the battlefield, blending with the sounds of clashing steel and snarls of ferocious werewolves.

Getting up Reynauld had a thought for a moment, the allure of the werewolf sisters acting like a siren's call that threatened to ensnare him completely. He could feel the primal desire within him, the temptation to embrace the untamed side of his being, but he pushed it aside, determined to hold onto his humanity, his principles,

"I armoured in more than just steel, blasphemers!"

The War-cry was followed by a flash of steel that both sisters skilfully avoided, their minds preoccupied with the question of how, in the name of all the gods, did Reynauld reach them so swiftly? The knight delivered a swift pommel strike to RiRi's right side, momentarily dazing the fierce werewolf. As he pivoted around, he was met with a foot hurtling towards his face once more, but his focus and determination remained unwavering.

With impressive agility, he sidestepped the incoming strike and seized the said leg by its fur, catching the Monster girl by surprise and throwing her off balance. As LuLu began to tumble, Reynauld executed a swift spin, his attention now fixed on the recovering RiRi. He poised himself for the impending clash, ready to strike the werewolf with a powerful overhead slash.

Reynauld's felt his legs lose its footing, caused by the quicker than anticipated recovered LuLu. Seizing the moment, the now-recovered RiRi capitalized on the opening and delivered another forceful kick to the knight.

The sound of shattering bone and cracking armour reverberated throughout the battlefield as Reynauld smashed the werewolf sister's leg bone with a powerful fist from above. Planting his sword into the ground, he switched to the offensive.

Reeling from the broken bone, RiRi barely had any time to dodge the left hook of the knight, and even less time to evade the right one. But she had no chance to avoid his hand as he grabbed her by the chest fur and slammed his fist into her Maxilla, rattling her brain. In an instant, he trusted his instincts and deftly dodged a swipe from the now enraged LuLu, swiftly moving behind her to pick up his blade. With a single powerful strike, he impaled her through the kidney, pinning her to the ground.

(In the heat of the moment, he didn't notice the barrage of bullets, arrows, magic, and acids hurled at his back.)

Unfazed, Reynauld launched another assault, using his hands to deliver massive blows to RiRi's face and side, and finally ending with a powerful overhand swing to her skull. Stepping on the skull of the monstrous girl beneath him, he marched forward, each step accompanied by another strike to her body or brain. Turning around for the final time, he lifted his blade from the grounded wolf girl, just as a mighty king from the past once did, and swung it overhead at RiRi. With the combined force of the blow and the head trauma she had suffered, he cleaved RiRi's head like a spoiled pumpkin, delivering brutal force that seemed more like bashing than slicing. With one swift motion, he then impaled LuLu in the throat, where her fur offered less protection, ending her life in an instant.

"Not even proper monsters!"

Reynauld's words ring out before a massive shape loomed over him.


This is only Part One of the battle. The next part will be posted in the days to come (like 1-2) , so I'll keep this short. Please review so I may improve.