Three Little Nobles and the Big Bad Wolfen
The Three Little Nobles and the Big Bad Wolfen
By Gideon Kalve Jarvis
Once there was a woman of exceedingly high birth who had three young girls, all born one after the other under the same stars, so that they were the same age. It was the custom in those days that all young people should go out into the world when they came of age. And so it was, that when the three noble girls each had reached the ripening age of sixteen years, their mother called her three daughters together to send them into the world so that they could seek their fortunes.
"It is time for you to each head out into the world to seek your fortunes," said the woman. "Your father left me some parcels of land and a goodly sum of gold, for each of you to have when you came of age. There is enough on each tract for you to live well, and the gold will let you live comfortably for the rest of your days. On each of your tracts, you will need to build a house. Be sure that you make your houses strong and sturdy, or otherwise one of the wolfen who live in these parts may call upon you, and make you a slave. And be sure to keep your purity safe, for the male who takes it may claim your lands, unless you have made arrangements beforehand, as is the way of nobles in our country. I wish you well, my daughters. Good bye, and good luck to you."
And so it was that the three little noble girls went out into the world to seek their fortunes, each going their separate ways. The first little noble girl soon saw a man living on her land, who had a field of straw.
"Good churl," she said imperiously, her nose stuck up in the air, as was the proper behavior for a noble to one of lesser rank, "take of that straw, and make for me a house. I'll be spending most of my time out of doors anyway, as the weather in this country is always quite mild."
The peasant man had little choice but to interrupt his farming, and build his new young mistress a house. And so the little noble girl settled in quite comfortably, making various demands upon the many peasants who lived on her land, and enjoying herself immensely. At least, she enjoyed herself until almost a month had passed by, when who should come to the little noble's land, but a big, bad wolfen. The peasants soon shut themselves up in their houses, but none of them bothered to warn their disagreeable mistress. She found out about the wolfen on her land when she saw him walking up the walk to her house of straw, while she was working in her garden for the fun of it. With a cry of fright, the little noble raced into her house and shut the door tight.
The wolfen, being one of high standing among his savage people, and a creature of great cunning, despite his bestial appearance, quirked an amused eyebrow at the house of straw. But there were rules and laws in these lands, and not even a brute wolfen would go against the will of those who had made those laws.
"Little noble," said the wolfen, tapping lightly on the flimsy door, "How goes your day? Well I hope. May I come in and greet you properly?"
"Be gone from my land, beast!" the noble girl yelled out in angry defiance. "I don't want your sickening kind fouling the air. I'll not let you in, and swear it by my title and unstained purity."
The big, bad wolfen just chuckled upon hearing this, delighting to himself as he heard the high-blooded teenager break the rules of etiquette that were holding him back, knowing that soon enough he'd have a luscious little slave girl squirming beneath him where once had been a spoiled little noble. She was outside of the limits of the nearest city, and so that made it quite legal to enslave her, nobility or not. Normally her peasants might have defended her, as was common on other farms, or they might have called for help from the city, but none of them seemed willing to risk themselves against the menace of a wolfen, who were known for being the equal of many human warriors, or to risk a panicked run for help that might have gotten them caught by the furry savage.
"As you wish it, little noble," said the wolfen in a calm and very agreeable tone. "Of course, I suppose that means I shall have to take steps against you, for being such a rude host. Had you followed the rules of etiquette, like a good little noble, then I wouldn't have cause against you. But as it is," and then the big, bad wolfen began to take deep breaths, muttering something under his breath, "I'll be forced to huff, and to puff, and to blow your house in!"
What the little noble girl didn't know, and was quite surprised to find out, was that this wolfen had attained his high standing among his people because, not only was he a strong warrior and a cunning negotiator, but he was also learned in the mysteries of the shaman. Calling on the spirits of wind, the wolfen summoned up a powerful gale, and in a thrice the little noble's house of straw was blasted to the ground.
The little noble was bowled over by the blast, and so she didn't have much time to react, before the big, bad wolfen had pounced upon her and stripped off all her pretty clothes. The last little point of law, that it wasn't right to enslave someone while they were indoors, was now out of the way, as the noble girl's house was lying all around in pieces, and so the wolfen felt quite free to do as he wished. The poor little teenager was quite indignant at first at being so roughly handled, and threatened the big, bad wolfen with all manner of punishments for his actions. But this defiance soon changed to fright and pleading as the wolfen just laughed at her and tied the cute little noble up nice and tight. And nice and tight was what she was inside as well, as the big, bad wolfen soon found out as he stroked her all over with his big, rough hands, and then licked her all over with his long, smooth tongue, making her squirm and squeal in pleasures unlike any she'd experienced before. Finding that his explorations of her smooth young body were blocked by a barrier, the wolfen decided to remove this obstacle, and pinned the struggling little teen beneath him. Spreading her legs wide and lining himself up, the wolfen's hips dropped, and with a high-pitched, girlish squeal, the little noble's maidenhead yielded, and her much-vaunted purity was no more. Before long she was squealing for a very different reason, moaning and moving against her new master-to-be with youthful eagerness, until her pleasure reached its peak, again and again and again, until her master howled out his own climax, and she passed out with that cold, savage sound in her ears, the feel of a slave's collar closing around her neck the last sensation to reach her lust-clouded young mind, and knew that her title was as much a thing of the past as her purity, both taken by the big, bad wolfen.
Withdrawing slowly from his new little slave, the wolfen made a few mystic passes over her, to ensure that his seed didn't take root in her ripe young womb. She was very attractive, certainly, but she wasn't clever enough or hard working enough for him to want to sire cubs off of her. He'd breed her with a comely-but-foolish human manslave instead, and get many fine new slaves from the pairing.
The second little noble, meanwhile, had also found her land much to her liking. Her property was next to a lake running into the sea, and the people there made houses of boards, reeds and sticks. In fact, upon first arriving, she came upon a fisherman collecting driftwood.
"Good fisherman," said the noble girl with all the imperiousness of her sister before her, "take of that wood, and make me a house by the lake. I shall want to go swimming often, and to eat fresh fish on the beach by the lake on the warm nights, after your fellows bring in their catches."
The fisherman had little choice but to interrupt his work, and do as his new mistress asked, gathering together his fellows to make the work faster, despite the little noble's demands that her house be much larger than any of the others in the fishing community, and that it have a stout front door made of boards, made of real wood rather than driftwood, and so very hard to come by. And so she began to make demands upon the fisherfolk, and lived very comfortably indeed by the lapping waters of her freshwater lake. At least, until a short span of weeks had passed, when who should come striding calmly into the little village, but the big, bad wolfen. The fisherfolk quickly passed the word of his coming, and soon were all hidden safe in their little houses. All except for the little noble girl, who had been out swimming when the word had come. She was just drying herself off when she looked up, confused at seeing none of the men of the village who she so enjoyed teasing (for none of them would ever be allowed to have her, and knew it), and then growing very frightened indeed as her eyes fell on the big, bad wolfen coming straight towards her. With a gasp of horror, the little noble raced for her house, and slammed the strong door of boards behind her, throwing the bar down to block entry.
The wolfen, seeing that the bathing-suit clad noble girl had run off quite rudely, and without even saying hello, just chuckled to himself, and walked up to the house to knock politely on the door.
"Little noble," said the wolfen in his deep, strong voice, "I bid you greetings. May I come in and impose upon your hospitality for just a short while?"
"Certainly not!" retorted the girl, feeling quite safe behind her strong front door. "I'll not let a brutish wolf into my house, and swear it by my title and untainted maidenhood."
Hearing this, the wolfen grinned and mouthed a silent thanks to whatever the source of his ineffable luck might be.
"Well, little noble," said the wolfen, pressing his hands against the door, to test its strength (and it was indeed sturdy), then taking a step back to whisper the words of his spell, "if you are going to be so rude about it, I must take offense, and take steps, as is my right, to salve my bruised feelings. And so I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!"
"Hah!" laughed the noble girl as she heard the shamanic wolfen calling up the strength of the wind spirits. "This door was made from the hardest and stoutest of wood. Not even a big, bad wolfen like yourself can break it down."
The wolfen just smirked out of the corners of his muzzle, and then sent a furious gust of shattering wind blasting over the house of sticks. And, when the winds finally died down, the door was indeed still standing. But the rest of the house was not.
The little noble girl, seeing that she had only bought herself a matter of seconds with her sturdy door, gave a frightened cry, and turned to race as fast as she could for the water. The wolfen tipped the door over just in time to see the cute little teenager running down the dock, and then diving into the lake, to try and swim away from the fate he intended for her precious title and equally precious maidenhood.
This phased the wolfen not in the least. Rather, the prospect of a bit of a chase just whetted his appetite for fresh, sweet little human, and before too long he'd stripped off his gear and went splashing into the water after the little noble. Even with his thick fur, the wolfen was much, much stronger than the girl, and a much abler swimmer, and before too long, with a scream and a great deal of splashing, he soon caught up to her and grabbed her tight in his big arms, before dragging her back through the water to the shore, and hauling her up on the beach.
Once he had the little noble in paw, the wolfen delighted in her cute wrigglings as he peeled off her bathing suit, and then bent the dripping wet little noble over a smooth, flat rock before collecting his gear and tying her up so she couldn't get away. The big, bad wolfen took his time nibbling on the little noble's smooth pink skin, running his tongue over her delightfully young, sweet body over and over again, and especially in the untouched places between her legs, until the poor teenaged human was flushed and dripping as wet on the inside as she was on the outside after her foiled escape by water. Then, grabbing her firm pink bottom in his big paws, the wolfen lined himself up, and then crammed himself into the poor little noble's sweet places. For an instant, her maidenhead held, and then there was a burst of pain, making the poor little noble cry out and struggle against the strong grip and stout ropes holding her still. But the wolfen paused then for a goodly space, letting the little noble adjust, before he began to claim her fully, his hips hunching against her, and all the while she was crying out and gasping for breath, pleasure soon overtaking her until she lost track of the number of times she shuddered in climax. Then she felt the wolfen give a deep grunt, and felt his potent seed planted deep in her quivering, fertile body.
Making a few motions, calling up the spirits to ensure that his seed didn't take root in the foolish little noble, the wolfen took a collar out of his gear, and soon the little noble was a little slave. She hadn't passed out like his other slave girl, though, having gained much more stamina from her time swimming. Making a note that he would need to see if swimming improved the stamina of all his slaves, the wolfen went to work slicking up the panting, gasping new slave girl's tight backside with his tongue, before carefully squeezing his shaft inside her rear passage, claiming her once more, with vigor, his paws rubbing her heated sex as he hunched his hips over her, until they both reached their climaxes once again.
The third little noble had hardly been idle during all this time. She had traveled to her intended land of living, a place in the foothills, where the tough, sturdy folk traded their goods and food with the dwarves that lived inside of the mountains themselves. As the third little noble came into her land, she saw a man hewing rock from the hills, and stopped to speak with him.
"Good sir," said the little noble, addressing the man of lower station with a much more polite form than was strictly needed (though it was the polite thing to do), "I have recently become the owner of this land. I was hoping that it would not trouble you too much if I could commission you to build me a house of stone and rocks, so that it will be strong and well-protected."
The man was pleased with the little noble's politeness, and with her comely features, and agreed readily. Soon he had gathered up others from the village, and they built her a fine, strong house of stone, and the third little noble, showing an excellence of intelligence largely lacked by her sisters, went to work overseeing and organizing the work in the village, and negotiating trade with the dwarves. But, as had happened twice before, the big, bad wolfen came to the town in the foothills, and began going straight towards the house of the little noble whose sisters were now his delectable little slave girls. Since the wolfen was now a noble, having claimed the land and titles of the once-noble girls he'd taken for his own, none of the villagers dared to resist him directly. They did, however, give their new mistress advance warning of the big, bad wolfen's coming, so that she was not taken by surprise at all when he arrived at her house, and was instead inside, with the door locked tight. This surprised the wolfen, who'd been hoping to at least catch a glimpse of the rare beauty he'd heard lived and ruled here, but he took it in stride, and soon knocked upon the stout front door of the house of stone.
"Hello, little noble," said the big, bad wolfen in his most cordial of voices. "I was traveling the neighborhood, and was hoping for some shelter in your fine house of stone. May I come in?"
"I think not," said the little noble in an even voice, speaking through the keyhole. "I think you are the big, bad wolfen who it is said took both my sisters as slaves, and have come for me now. But you may stay with one of the families of miners and farmers that live here if you wish a place to stay the night."
The big, bad wolfen was quite surprised at such an answer, much more reasoned out and wise than those he'd heard before. It was even reasonably polite, at that. But not so reasonable that he couldn't find a few flaws in it, from which he might draw a reason for starting a siege of her house.
"No hospitality for a traveler?" declared the wolfen with a pleasant smile. "We both know that it is the duty of a noble to house travelers when there is no inn in these places far from the city, and the traveler to give news, gossip and stories in exchange. You have offered a compromise, but I must insist upon my right to stay here in your house instead. And if I do not get that right, then I must, by my honor, take steps against you."
"Take them, then," said the little noble, smiling to herself. "I do what I must, and have no intention of ending up like my sisters."
"Then you leave me no choice," said the big, bad wolfen with a grin. "So I shall huff, and shall puff, and shall blow your house in!"
And with that he called up the spirits of wind, and with a great show of mystical might, sent a crushing gale blasting against the house. But no matter how long he held this wind, or pushed the strength of the wind spirits, the house of stone held firm.
"I had the dwarves bind in some spirits of earth when I had this place built," called the little noble out to the wolfen. "Your spirits of wind are hardly a match for them."
The wolfen, seeing that he would be forced to use other methods to reach the little noble, he shifted back to the established patterns of politeness. If a noble made an invitation to another to join in an activity, he well knew, having looked into the matter once he'd become one among the humans, then it was a necessity for the invited noble to take part in some way, so that greater harmony might be made between the many minor nobles in the land. To do otherwise was to invite disaster.
"Little noble," said the big, bad wolfen in a voice like honey, though his usual bestial growl lessened the sweetness somewhat, "there is a field of ripe potatoes not far from here, just off of your land, owned by the lovely twins, Constance and Anastasia, known far and wide for their beauty, purity and generosity. The dwarves like the potatoes, and I imagine that you'll be getting rather hungry in there, with me out here. I invite you to come with me to gather some of the crop tomorrow morning, at eight in the morning."
"That sounds like a pleasant thing indeed," said the little noble, thinking quickly, knowing she didn't dare refuse outright, or lose the support of all the nobles around her land for being so impolite, though of course there were ways around such invitations. "Constance and Anastasia are my age, and I know them well, and how well their fields produce many good things to eat. I will expect you then."
And so the big, bad wolfen went his way, expecting to dine well on the juices of a sweet little noble before claiming her for his own. But the third little noble went out at seven in the morning, gathered up all the potatoes she needed, and returned to her house just as the big, bad wolfen was entering her front yard.
"Little noble," said the wolfen politely, tapping on her door, "it is now eight, and I am ready to go to get those potatoes."
"Oh, I fear that I mistook you," said the noble with a light giggle, "and thought you said seven instead of eight. And so I have already been to the fields and come back with as many as I could carry."
This did not please the big, bad wolfen at all. But he didn't give in so easily, and conceived of another way to draw the little noble out.
"Little noble," said the big, bad wolfen, keeping his politeness, though there was some strain in his voice. "Constance and Anastasia, the noble twins whose lands are right next to yours, mentioned that they had an orchard with much fruit in it. I visited them yesterday after speaking with you, and got their leave to gather some of that fruit. I invite you to join me on that merry expedition, starting at about seven in the morning, since you like getting up at that hour."
"That sounds fine indeed," said the little noble pleasantly. "I will expect you at seven, then."
Of course, the little noble got up and went out at six, and began to gather the fruit from the orchard. However, the big, bad wolfen was wise to her games by this time, and had come early as well. So it was that when the little noble was high in a tree, picking a few last fruit before she went back home, that the big, bad wolfen came walking casually into the orchard, leading poor Constance and Anastasia, sobbing and whimpering in fright, along by a rope bound to each of their wrists.
"Hello little noble," laughed the big, bad wolf as he bound the hapless twin nobles to the trunk of the tree his desired quarry had climbed. "I see that you forgot the time again. But no matter, I have also come a bit early, and already gathered two fresh, ripe, sweet little cherries, which I intend to enjoy immensely in the very near future." He then looked up, and licked his chops as he peeked beneath the little noble's dress. "I see another fine and very ripe little cherry from where I stand, and think I will claim it as well."
With that, the big, bad wolfen started to climb the tree, and reached out to lift the little noble's skirts, and stroke his big, hairy paw across her smooth young thigh.
"Oh, so you want some of my ripe fruit, then?" said the little noble with a slight gasp and quickening of her heart at the touch of the wolfen, a touch unlike any she'd ever felt before. "Well, here, you can have some."
The wolfen looked up at this, hoping that perhaps the little noble would yield to him without a struggle. This just got him a fruit in the face, knocking him right out of the tree, while the little noble slid down its trunk, and raced for the bushes. Growling in fury, the big, bad wolfen got up, and decided to vent his fristration on the poor twins, Constance and Anastasia. Tying them together, with Constance lying on her back, and Anastasia bound face down on top of her, the wolfen soon put himself to work eating them until their sweet juices flowed freely, and then plucked both of their ripe cherries, one after the other, with his ready wolfhood. Soon they were both collared, and the big, bad wolfen had claimed their lands as well, adding them to his growing strength in the lands of the humans. And all the while the third little noble was watching from the bushes with wide eyes, as the big, bad wolfen made his new twin slaves kneel with their backs to him, and then bend over and present their fine, smooth young bottoms, so that he could make even further use of them, venting a great deal of pent-up need at being denied the one he really wanted, and finally releasing his seed onto their faces, after forcing them to pleasure him with their mouths. While the twins were clever enough and attractive enough and hard working enough that the big, bad wolfen saw no reason not to plant his seed deep in their ripe young wombs, making their flat little bellies swell with his cubs, he wanted the third little noble's offspring to be the eldest, knowing that the cubs he'd get from her would be as clever and comely as she.
The third little noble raced home after watching the big, bad wolfen toss both of his new little teenaged slaves over his shoulders and carry their unconscious bodies off for further usage throughout the night, along with her poor sisters, who she could see in her mind's eye screaming out in pleasure at the rough loving of the brutish wolfen as he stuffed that massive wolfhood of his into each of their tight little orifices. She was so horrified by this mental image that, when she got home, she had little choice but to touch herself between her legs until she passed out from the pleasure.
The morning came too soon, and once again the third little noble heard the knocking of the big, bad wolfen upon her door.
"Little noble," said the wolfen, sounding much relaxed after his night spent stuffing his massive wolfhood into four of the sweetest little females he'd ever enjoyed, climaxing each of them into oblivion before dozing a while himself, "a fine morning to you. There is a fair tomorrow, and I was here to invite you to come and go with me at the tenth hour, so that the merchants will have their stalls set up by then."
"That is most agreeable," said the little noble, doing her best to keep the fatigue from her voice. "I look forward to seeing you then."
Naturally, the little noble had no intention of going at ten, and, after a feverish night's rest, pulled herself from bed to go earlier, buying a large iron pot and hauling it home in a wheelbarrow. However, before she had crossed over the last hill to her house of stone, who should she see but the big, bad wolfen, trotting up the hill towards her.
Thinking fast, the little noble flung herself into the pot, pulled the lid down tight, and rolled it down the hill. The big, bad wolfen had only just enough time to dodge out of the way before he was smashed to pieces, and when he pulled his muzzle out of the mud, he was much vexed by the taunting laughter of the little noble as she hurried into her house, shutting and locking the door behind her.
In a lust-induced fury, the big, bad wolfen charged up to the door, and pounded on it, demanding that he be let in, and making a host of very creative (and likely true) promises of how he would make use of the little noble once he had her in his clutches.
"You have to get inside first," said the little noble with another mocking laugh. "And by my title and purity, you won't ever manage that."
That was the last straw. Looking upwards, the big, bad wolfen saw the chimney of the large stone house, and grinned savagely as he saw how large it was, for dwarves seldom built anything that was small when they could make it bigger.
"So be it, little noble," snarled the big, bad wolfen as he went to the side of the house and began to climb. "I shall claim both your title and your purity in short order, and your fine stone house besides."
The little noble heard the big, bad wolfen climbing up her house, and knew she had to act fast if she wanted to keep her purity and title. And so she rolled the big iron pot into the fireplace, and used a hose (for the dwarves were quite ingenious in the creation of indoor plumbing) to fill it up. Then, using a trick she'd learned from the dwarves, the little noble soon had a fire going beneath the pot, just as the wolfen reached the chimney. Soon the big, bad wolfen came sliding down, just as the little noble pulled the lid off of the pot, and landed with a loud splash right in the water, which was already starting to bubble. Acting before the wolfen could get out, the little noble slammed the lid onto the pot, and covered her ears as she heard the big, bad wolfen howling in pain, howls that soon grew very still.
Shuddering at the thought of what she'd done, but knowing it was the only way to be free of the big, bad wolfen's menace, the little noble took a deep breath, and reached out to lift up the lid to the big iron pot. Only to have the big, bad wolfen lunge out at her from the still-scalding water, and grab her tight in his clutches.
"No!" screamed the poor little noble, struggling desperately against the big, bad wolfen's incredible strength as he casually pulled off her clothing, one article at a time, savoring the moment of his victory to the fullest. "You're dead! I boiled you up in the pot! Let me go!"
"I will not let you go, little noble," said the big, bad wolfen, laughing at her ineffectual struggles as he slid her fine silk panties down her smooth little legs and then began to run his big, rough paws over her smooth, young body, all her wriggling and struggling and twisting in desperation in his powerful grip just exciting him even more. "And as for boiling me alive, I have pacts with more than just the spirits of air. While I have not made friends with the spirits of earth yet, something which I will remedy not that I will soon own a land very close to them, I have pacts with the spirits of fire and water. From the water spirits, I can call up the power to breathe their element. And from the spirits of fire, I can protect myself from heat." He grinned down at his struggling, naked prize, forcing her to walk to her bed while he ground his much-too-large wolfhood against her fine little bottom. "And now I am inside of your house, little noble, and shall claim your maidenhood quite roughly for all the trouble you've given me. Then I shall plant my seed deep in your ripe, fertile young womb, and make your flat little belly swell nicely with my cubs, the future heirs to all the land and titles I've claimed in the past few weeks."
Tying the poor, squirming little noble girl to the bed, spread out so that she couldn't get away, the wolfen took some paints from his waterproof pouch, and soon had several potent runes of fertility drawn on her belly and legs and breasts. There was no way now that she could avoid having the big, bad wolfen fill her up with his offspring, though she still did her best to resist, to get free somehow, to escape, even as she prayed to whatever gods might be listening for somebody to save her.
Her prayers stilled before too long, and quickly turned to moans of unaccustomed pleasure, as the big, bad wolfen put his able, skilled tongue to work on her smooth teenaged body. The wolfen took his time, for he intended to savor this sweet little girl to the fullest, knowing now that all of his troubles had been worth it, even before he'd fit himself through her maidenhead. A task which he soon set himself to doing, climbing atop the trembling, struggling little noble girl, and rubbing his already leaking wolfhood teasingly up and down her very swollen lower lips while the girl bucked and squirmed and pled with him for mercy as he smeared his precum over the outside of her tiny sex.
"No, no," said the big, bad wolfen to all her pleas, licking his chops as he lined himself up, then placed his hands on either side of his tasty young prey, reaching out to lift her slightly, and then slide a large, clean white handkerchief beneath her cute little bottom. "No mercy, and no respite for you. I shall make use of you whenever possible, nightly at least, and intend to breed you often, siring many fine mewling cubs from your ripe little womb."
And, with that, the big, bad wolfen lunged forward and down, and the little noble gave a sweet, girlish cry as her maidenhead was taken, and her purity with it, claimed by the large, aggressive male pinning her beneath him. The big, bad wolfen pulled back slightly and looked down, grinning at the blood he saw staining his massive cubmaking shaft. He pulled out then, and wiped his shaft on the handkerchief, onto which blood was already seeping, and then wiped the little noble girl clean, before setting the handkerchief aside on the nightstand, as a trophy of his finest conquest yet. Then his tongue came down, flicking and licking away until she was moaning and dripping wet once more, before he covered the cute little teen once more, and slid his fine, fat cubmaker back into her quivering little body. How long he made use of her, the little noble lost track, and how many times she reached her climax, she could not count. The wolfen was insatiable, and before long he had untied her, and began to explore her body all over with his big hands, before he sat up, gripping her cute little tush in his paws, and bounced the noble girl up and down in his lap. All too soon she screamed out in orgasm after mind-shattering orgasm, even as the big, bad wolfen howled, his wolfhood spasming, and then spurting a full, heavy load of his potent cubcream into her quivering sex, painting the walls of her ripe, fertile young womb white. She could almost feel his seed moving within her as she shuddered in the throes of her afterclimax, traveling up her inner self, towards the eggs that were even then waiting to receive as much of his sperm as was possible. And she knew in her heart, after the potent magic he'd worked on her, that she wouldn't have just one or two. With so much potent spunk inside of her, the little noble had a fine, healthy litter of anywhere from three to seven wolfen cubs waiting for her in the very near future.
Once his seed was well planted, the wolfen slid out of the little noble, and lifted her gently, carrying her outside her once-protective house, the house that would soon be his. Setting her down on a wooden bench on her front porch, making sure to keep her tilted back so that his copious seed didn't leak out, the wolfen reached out, and collared the once noble, the collar made of fine beaten gold bought from the dwarves, claiming her as his own, and taking her titles, lands, and the big stone house as well. This was only the start of their lovemaking, though, for soon enough the new little slave girl recovered, and followed her new master obediently back into the house on her hands and knees, where he taught her how to please him best, letting her explore his body while he explored hers still further, and they brought each other much pleasure.
The big, bad wolfen soon brought all five of his new little slave girls up to the big stone house, and lined them up, named and on all fours, their perfect pearl pink bottoms presented to him submissively, their heads down as they awaited their master's pleasure, while his new subjects looked on from beyond the front gate. Soon enough the big, bad wolfen had each little slave girl restrained, putting a bar between each of their legs and locking their ankles to it, before pulling their arms back and locking their wrists to the bar as well. This held them in their bottoms up, heads down position, and removed the option of movement that they'd had before. He shoved a gag into each of his slaves' mouths then, to ensure that their cries didn't interfere with the enjoyment of the spectators, most of whom (but not all) were male.
Now that his slaves were in position, the big, bad wolfen grinned evilly at them as he got a fire going, and set five branding irons with his mark on them into it. While the irons heated up, the wolfen went behind his little slaves, and rubbed their teenaged quims, licking them as well, getting them nice and wet and ready for his hardening shaft, which soon stiffened to full erection at the thought of claiming these five fine young girls, marking them as his own forever.
Soon the irons were glowing a searing white, and the wolfen reached in, and pulled one out by the insulated handle. He reached out, and rubbed his big paw over the bottom of the first little noble he'd claimed, feeling her tense in fear, and chuckling as she looked back at him and shook her head, her eyes pleading with him not to mark her with the iron. Laughing at her, the wolfen just slapped her upturned bottom, and brought the sizzling white iron with a hiss and a scream from the poor little slave girl. And with that, she was branded, so that everyone would know forever whose slave she was. Dunking the branding iron in a barrel of water, the wolfen made his way down the line, taking his time with each of his fresh little slaves, savoring their fear, and often sampled the delightful flavor of their exposed teenaged cunnies or pushed his cock into their quivering little bottoms before the iron came down, and a hiss and scream marked the claiming of another slave forever, with no hope of freedom.
The wolfen, now with as much land and as many females as he could handle comfortably, settled down after this. He kept the smartest of his slaves, the last he ever claimed, with him in his big stone house, and did indeed sire many fine and healthy cubs from her, which he raised as free wolfen. The other slave girls he let stay on what had once been their land, allowing them to manage them with his constant supervision. He did indeed breed the two foolish slaves, and did indeed get very comely but very easily controlled and foolish new slaves from them as well, while the twins were often shared with humans, dwarves and wolfen of high station who came to visit the wolfen noble, and sired offspring from many of these couplings, offspring which the big, bad wolfen made certain was raised well. As the years passed, the big, bad wolfen became quite famous and prosperous, and lived to a good, ripe old age. And so he lived happily ever after, and his slaves lived as happily ever after as could be expected.