The Northlands, Chapter III: A Surprise Encounter
#3 of The Northland
The Northlands, Chapter III: A Surprise Encounter
It had been two days since the encounter with the Bob-worshippers. They travelled west with very little rest. Thrashbarg was very secretive about their destination. He didn't have to be mind you, he simply felt it would lend the situation a dose of much needed mysterious drama.
Fenrir startled awake as a sharp pain jabbed through his ribs. As he shot up, he saw Thrashbarg standing in front of him, wielding his staff in a belligerent manner.
"Get up Champion! It is time to press onwards."
Ulm was woken in similar fashion, he flailed his arms as the staff stabbed his ribs. Fenrir looked up at the bearded mage, "What's the hurry? Can't we have some breakfast first? You still haven't even told us where we're going!"
Thrashbarg furrowed his brow and planted his staff into the ground firmly, "Hurry?! Why the HURRY?! We're trying to stop the complete destruction of the entire world, as I seem to be reminding you of constantly. Now get dressed, we must get to Heaven's Peak as soon as possible."
Fenrir frowned, Heaven's Peak was a city of avians another day's travel into the mountains. "Why do we need to go there?"
The old wolf adopted a sepulchral voice, "It is in Heaven's Peak that we will find our guide! Without whom we will be doomed to fail in our quest."
The grey warrior shrugged, "Guide huh? Well great, let's get going then."
The two Champions gathered their things and made sure their weapons were in easy reach. They followed Thrashbarg as he strode towards the west with great confident strides. The wolves ate cold boar meat leftovers as they travelled with the rising sun at their backs.
After an hour or so of silent travel, Fenrir decided to try and get to know the old mage a bit better. "So Thrashbarg...where are you from exactly?"
The old wolf raised his eyebrows, surprised at the question. "Where am I from? If you mean where I was born, that was a small village that is no longer there. It is of no importance."
"You have a family? A home?"
Thrashbarg stopped and turned around towards the warrior. "Why the sudden interest?"
Fenrir shrugged, "Just thought it might be good to know you a bit better."
The old man looked suspiciously at the large wolf, "Is that so?...well if you must know I had a family, but they'll all be dead by now...it has been some time since I last walked the earth. Now I'd be very appreciative if you stopped asking inane questions and kept walking."
Fenrir raised his paws in surrender and they moved on. The wolf couldn't help but wonder about the old man. He's by far the strangest character he'd ever met, even if you ignored the conjuring of ale, the self roasting boars and the fact he claimed to be older than most hills (he would frequently comment on new specimens having popped up, saying they don't make them like they used to anymore.)
By midday, they found a patch of ground clear of snow and passed around bread and cheese. Thrashbarg was kind enough to conjure some more ale, with strange looking drinking straws that twirled around themselves in knots for no apparent reason.
Fenrir and Ulm told some stories about days gone by. Like the time when Fenrir was caught by the local lord in his hometown, with his pants down and the man's daughter kneeling in front of him. Or the time the same thing happened to Ulm, but with the man's son. Ulm roared in laughter as he remembered the lord's expression. "And the best part was....he didn't even stop us! He just walked off looking like a ghost!"
Even the serious and grim Thrashbarg loosened up a bit, a grin cracking his stern facade. He looked up at the pair "You know, I think we've earned a little break. Let's make camp here and take the rest of the day off, how's that?"
The wolves cheered and clanged their metal mugs together. Thrashbarg waved his staff and magically made the camp set itself up, the necessary parts flying out of their packs. A deer came trotting to the camp from the woods and stood still. Ulm swung his axe, decapitating it and got it ready for roasting. (Having a mage around is pretty darn useful at times.)
Soon enough they were sitting down around a comfortable fire eating hot venison and drinking cold beer. The day turned to night as they told stories of battle and women, Thrashbarg even contributed some tales of the ancient king's exploits, being sure to apply a rich coating of eloquence and exaggeration. He told of mighty conquests and the great Realm of the North that grew from them, of Dragons and Dungeons filled with Demons. He told them of the Demons in particular, describing vile creatures and the myriad of ways in which they could kill a man so painfully he'd wish he'd never been born. Or better yet, that the hellhound tearing off his testicles had never been born.
Fenrir got up, staggering slightly from all the beer. He declared he'd go for a short walk, to clear his head a bit.
As he walked through the night, with half a moon lighting up the snow around him, he wandered further and further from the camp. The cold, fresh air cleared the clouds from his mind. After a few minutes, he heard a familiar sound in the distance. His ears perked up and he placed a paw on his sword.
He heard it again, identifying it now as barking. He wondered who would be out with his dogs at this time of night, his line of reasoning was disrupted as a shadowy shape broke through the shrubbery ahead of him, heading straight for him. He drew his blade and nearly attacked, before he recognised the shape of a woman, unarmed. The figure ran into him and he grabbed her, stopping her from running on. She was wearing a black cloak around herself and a hood covered her head.
"Hey there, settle down! I'm not going to hurt you!"
The woman struggled for a few more seconds, before the words sunk through her clearly panicked mind. She looked up at the warrior.
Fenrir nearly let her go as he looked at her face. It was not unlike the succubus he had encountered only a few days ago. On second glance, it was not as...pronounced. She had smooth skin like the humans of the South, but grey. Tiny scales ran over part of her cheeks and jaw. Her pleading eyes were reptilian slits, the colour of which was hidden in the moonlight. She had small horns sprouting from the top of her forehead, which curved back.
She looked pleadingly at him as her soft, frightened voice sounded. "Please help me...stop them!"
Fenrir was afraid his mind would be chained again, but he felt no strange forces tugging on his brain. The woman seemed genuinely scared and was breathing very heavily. He stared at the Demon girl for a few seconds, when he heard another rustle from the bushes. He released the woman and turned to her presumed attackers, she fell to the ground.
A pair of massive animal dogs leapt from the shrubbery, stopping in their tracks as they spotted him. A shadowy figure came out behind them, his frame hidden by a wide robe and cloak. A low, crackling voice came from underneath his hood.
"Step aside stranger! This woman is mine. Leave now and I will do you no harm."
Fenrir raised his sword, "Same goes to you! I don't react well to threats!"
The hooded figure barked a command and the two large dogs rushed forward, their eyes burned with green light. Fenrir brought his blade to bear on the first one, he connected with the beast's head and tore it apart. Fragments of flesh and skull rained down on the ground. There was no blood.
The second beast leapt forward and slammed him onto his back, he dropped his sword. He grabbed the animal's throat with one paw, choking it and keeping the chopping jaws away from himself. Its breath smelled like rotting flesh as it tried to clamp down onto his windpipe. He reached down to his belt with his free paw and drew a hunting knife. He plunged it repeatedly into the animal's side.
The wounds, which should have killed the beast, seemed to have no effect. He brought up the knife and pushed the beast away with all his might, lifting it up slightly. This created just enough room to bring up his other arm and slam the blade into the creature's flaming green eye. It shuddered and finally slumped to the side. Not a drop of blood could be seen on it.
Fenrir jumped up and picked his sword up. He rushed the shrouded man, still standing idle near the shrubbery. The figure raised an arm, suddenly a burst of green light blinded him. As he regained his vision, the man had disappeared.
He turned around to the Demon-girl, who had sunk onto the ground, clearly exhausted. He knelt down next to her and unhooked a flask of water from his belt, he offered it to her.
She looked at him suspiciously, before taking the flask carefully from his paw. She sniffed it a few times and then drank greedily, a dribble of water ran down her chin. Fenrir sat down next to her, studying her face. The resemblance to the succubus was definitely there, but she seemed much more human. Her eyes weren't on fire for one, her skin was less scaly and her horns smaller. Now that he could see her hand, he spotted black, sharp nails instead of the full-blown claws the other Demon had had. The same small scales covered the back of her hand.
As she finished drinking, he asked her: "What's your name?"
The Demon-girl looked up at his, surprised. "My name?...not usually the first thing people ask....You can call me Emily."
Fenrir raised an eyebrow, "Emily? Not a very demonic name that."
Emily pulled up her knees and wrapped her arms around them. "It's the name my mother gave me...she was human."
She looked up at the grey wolf. "You seem calmer than most people I meet."
Fenrir grinned, "Let's say I've had many things happen the last few days that are decidedly weirder than you."
The girl laughed "That's a first! Most people either run away screaming or try to kill me."
Fenrir grunted in understanding, "Is that why the creepy voice and his bloodless dogs were chasing you?"
Her smile left her swiftly, "No....that was one of my father's men. The dogs are called wraith-hounds, they're undead basically. Daddy has a peculiar way of showing his affection to escaped relatives."
Fenrir frowned, "I take it your father's a demon?"
She nodded, "He's an Incubus, a male Succubus basically."
The girl turned around to him and looked him in the eye, "...uh...I should thank you for this. Really, you have no idea what they were going to do to me. "
The wolf shrugged, "All in day's work Emily. I don't take kindly to bandits...or anyone else attacking defenceless victims for whatever reason."
The girl smiled, "Well thank you...I better get going now."
She tried to stand up, but her exhausted legs refused to carry her. She stumbled and fell back down. Fenrir shot up and caught her. He picked her up and started walking back towards the camp.
"You're in no shape to go anywhere, I'm taking you somewhere safe."
The Demon-girl tried arguing, claiming she was fine. Fenrir gently, but decisively told her she was not and he'd have no argument. Eventually she calmed down and let him carry her.
Arriving at the camp, Ulm and Thrashbarg shot up as they saw him approach. Ulm ran up to him and helped him put the girl down next to the fire, she held her hood over her face as best she could.
Thrashbarg took a mug of ale and set it down beside her, he looked up at the Champion, "What happened Fenrir? Who is this?"
Fenrir stood up and places his paws on his companions' shoulders. "This girl was being attacked in the forest...now I need you to stay calm and hear me out as I explain."
He explained the story in detail to the two men, who cast occasional glances at the hooded figure by the fire, sipping her ale and chewing on a bit of meat. She'd been told by Fenrir to stay calm and keep her face covered for the time being.
As the wolf finished his story, Thrashbarg kneeled down in front of the girl and gently folded back her hood. The fire lit up her face brightly. Her black horns and tiny grey scales shone in the light, her eyes revealed to be a golden yellow. Ulm looked worried and placed a paw on his axe.
The girl looked up at the old wolf with fear in her eyes.
Thrashbarg placed his paw on her shoulder, "Don't worry Emily. You're safe here. I am not unfamiliar with your kind. A half-blooded succubus may seem a Demon, but you are more human than anything else. You are welcome here."
He motioned to the charcoal Champion to sit down. Ulm hesitated for a while, but a reassuring glance from Fenrir convinced him. He sat down across the fire from the half-blood, studying her carefully.
Emily, relieved by the mage's welcome, allowed a smile to curve her lips. The old man stood up again. "Let me get that cloak off you." He took the heavy cloth from her shoulders and spread it out to dry near the fire.
With her cloak and hood removed, Fenrir let his eyes roam over her. She was dressed in a simple black leather outfit, like a feline hunter would wear in these parts: Strong, comfortable pants and a threaded vest without sleeves. Her bare arms were toned and clearly strong, the silken smooth skin was replaced at the elbows with small scales. A small black spike jutted out from there. A slender tail spilled from her backside, curling around her waist. The tip was a small spade.
Her slender neck and flat face were typical for a human, a strange sight this far in the North. She had no hair, instead large, bony looking scales covered her head and tapered out behind it slightly, giving an effect like a helmet.
Fenrir realised she was quite attractive. Her small nose seemed to perfectly complement her sensual lips and tall forehead. The small horns that curved backwards could be described as "cute". Her eyes were intensely coloured, exerting a strange attraction, like a shadow of her full-blooded cousins' powers. Her body was well proportioned, the tight vest and pants showed a perfectly sized bust and a firm, rounded rump. He found himself staring at her for most of the time.
As the night passed on, the company decided to go to sleep. Emily expressed her gratitude several more times before she agreed to lay down on Fenrir's bedroll. He collected some furs and rolled up beside her, near the dying fire and swiftly fell asleep.
He woke suddenly in the night. His ears perked and swivelled, trying to find whatever woke him. As he considered drawing his blade, weary of attacks, he felt a soft touch on his lips. He opened his eyes, it was a slender grey finger, topped by a sharp, black nail.
He looked along the arm attached to it and found Emily's face in front of him, she was lying next to him on the ground. She whispered softly, "Sssshhhh"
Fenrir nodded, still concerned they could be in danger. His concerns evaporated as the girl kissed him, her tongue darted against his lips. He reflexively opened his muzzle and responded with his own tongue. They kissed for several minutes, Emily removed the furs covering the wolf, underneath which he was naked.
She broke the kiss and whispered again, "I think it's time for a reward for the hero that saved me." She grinned seductively as she sat up straight and started undoing the bindings in her vest. Her breasts spilled out from the leather as it opened. She discarded it. Her breasts were magnificently smooth orbs. A small patch of scales covered the underside of each, the nipples were smallish and were stiff from the cold night air.
The girl stood up and removed her pants slowly and teasingly, turning around in the light of the moon and glowing embers. Her ass was firm and full, a scaly tail sprouted from just above it. Her lower back was scaly, as well as her knees. Her legs were long and toned and led down to perfectly proportioned feet, with small black nails.
She let her naked form drape over him. Her breasts squashed against his chest as she straddled him, leaning forward. They kissed again, tongue darting back and forth. Fenrir's paws roamed over her body, stroking her all over. The girl ran her hands through the thick, soft fur and purred, "So soft...and so strong."
Fenrir embraced her and gently rolled her onto her back, lifting his chest off of her. He ran his tongue over her exposed nipples, lapping at them with vigour. Emily gasped and stroked the muscular chest above her. The wolf's growing member stroked against her thigh. She looked him in the eyes, her flaming gold gaze beckoned him. "Take me as your prize Fenrir, you've earned me." Her voice trembled nervously.
Fenrir kissed her again and grabbed his hardened cock. He placed the tip at her entrance and pushed forward slowly. The half-Demon grabbed his arms tightly and gasped as his large member entered her. She squirmed slightly.
Fenrir pushed forward into the surprisingly tight cavern. He suddenly felt something give way inside her, she flinched as it did. He looked down in her eyes. "I'm you first?"
She nodded, a tear ran down her cheek, but she smiled at him. "Be gentle, please."
Fenrir was surprised at this and proceeded carefully. He licked at her nipples and kissed her as he slowly rocked back and forth. He felt her slowly loosen up underneath him and he grew bolder, thrusting in deeper and picking up a medium pace. He kept this pace for a while, letting her get used to the sensations and making her relax further.
Her breasts jiggled gently under his efforts, bouncing erotically. The girl bit her lip and dug her nails into his powerful arms. The hard cock dug relentlessly into her virgin pussy. She slowly grew accustomed to her new condition, shots of pleasure rolled through her as the warrior filled her.
The Demon-girl moaned under him, clearly enjoying the wolf cock now. He moved one of her legs aside and thrusted deeper. He felt his tip hit a barrier as his knot pushed against her entrance, reaching the end of her pussy, smaller than that of an anthro wolf. He held back his instincts to tie, not wanting to hurt her. Instead he increased the pace a bit, rutting the girl faster and faster.
Emily winced under the increasing onslaught. Fenrir's hot breath blew in her face, he licked her face occasionally. She licked him back as the pleasure of their coupling grew stronger. She squirmed and moved her hips to meet his, their wet flesh slapped together softly. The wolf's balls touched her ass every time he came forward.
Fenrir's paws fondled her breasts and he ran his tongue over her neck. He felt the girl squirm harder under him, tensing up. He doubled his efforts as she bucked her hips up and clutched his arms. He felt the virgin Demon pussy convulse around him. The tightening seal drove him over the edge, he pulled out his cock and stroked it furiously over the girl's body. It pulsed and throbbed, soon shooting thick ropes of wolf cum. He coated her tits and stomach with several large strands, one shot up to her face and landed on her mouth.
As he his orgasm died down he gazed down at his partner. Emily licked off her lips, looking up at him. She giggled softly as she looked down at her spunk-covered tits. She rubbed his seed all over herself, stroking her folds in passing. She then sat upright and suckled on the wolf's slowly deflating cock, cleaning it off.
Fenrir dropped down next to her and pulled a fur over them. He embraced her closely and fell asleep.
Emily stayed awake a few more minutes, touching her sensitive sex and going over their session in her mind. She felt the strong, softly furred arms wrapped around her and the muscled body pressing against her back, she can't remember ever feeling this safe. Her tail wrapped around his waist as she closed her eyes and fell asleep with a smile.