Faction
The ever-hungry Grey Faction descends in the night to enslave the small Blue Faction. Their brutal Chief partakes in the spoils. (Rough work)
Roughly put-together quickie following a Guild Wars 2 + Game of Thrones binge. Plan to dabble more with this kind of setting/world later. Probably some spelling and mild continuity errors.
Brief nonsexual cannibalism/hard vore, as well as some gnarly (sexual) rape. Read with caution, don't be a 14 year old etc.
Grey Faction came from the mountain. They sent their best raiders - not warriors, but killers, sharp-fanged wulfen who hid in the dark, dead leaves braided into their mud-caked fur. The bushy Blue Faction land gave them easy license to slip past sentries unnoticed. At day they were certainly stealthy, but at night they became all but invisible. Only when they'd circled the camps and found their targets did they creep forth from their cover, rise to their two feet and shake the leaves from their heavy pelts.
The cry of intruder went up between the three Blue settlements quickly, but rather than the clash of wulf and wulf, there was silence. In each camp, Grey Faction had encircled the most vulnerable. Behind their lines, fresh cubs and shewulfs came to, whimpering and huddling together at the thick-haired raiders. The was posturing, Alphas and their Warrio bristling at Greys, baring teeth. None dared make the first move; not yet.
And then it was too late. A lone howl went up, the throaty, bass sound of a Grey wulf. There was silence; shared glances and shuffled feet as the captives and their would-be rescuers grew uneasy. Then came the answering bays of two score Grey Warrio from the base of the mountain.
The Warrio were the biggest and meanest, the true brutes of each Faction. Of them, Grey Faction boasted the fiercest. Blue Faction were resourceful fighters in their own right, but they were by large a small and wiry sort of wulf. Even a fair fight would have been in Grey faction's favour.
As it stood, the Blue wulfs had but one option: submission. To Grey, or to death, it mattered not -- there was little difference.
The takeover was quick; Grey was nothing if not fiercely efficient. Blue faction was gathered up, nooses connecting them in packs of five. They were made to walk on all four paws, and many stumbled or tripped over their close-bound neighbours, to the amusement of Grey Faction. They were marched to the burnland at the base of the mountain. Blue Faction's three alphas were brought forth, and a Grey Warrio stood close to each of their shewulf mates.
Grey Faction's Chief Warrio Tunga stalked forth from the edge of the charred clearing. He was a brute, shoulders so heavy with muscle and his stomach with fat that he could scarce stand on his hinds for more than a minute. The hulking wulf examined the Alphas before him with beady gold eyes for a long moment.
"Milksucking coward!" The youngest of the three Alpha spat viciously, and despite the noose, angrily moved at the Chief. He jerked abruptly as his noose yanked sharply, falling onto his back in a puff of ash. Tunga signaled one of his Warrio, and the wulf moved to the Alpha and threw a second noose over his neck and pulled tight.
"Your brother speaks boldly for one so green," Tunga growled to the other two Alphas. The eldest remained silent and stone-faced. To his left, the second alpha, Syris, took a step forward.
"Eris retains his Warrio's heart; it has yet to be tempered."
"Does he have a Warrio's cock too?" A few chuckles went up from Grey Faction's wulfs. Syris looked confused.
"I forgot how dull a diet of fish made a brute," Tunga smirked. "Has this pisscat wet himself in his shewulf?"
Syris shook his head. A cruel smile came to the Chief's heavy jaws, dark tongue running over twisted brown teeth. "I would see the cunt our Warrio-hearted Alpha calls his." The shewulf was pushed forward roughly by her escort, the simple blue cloth of her dress darkening when she stumbled into the ash in the centre of the clearing.
Tunga tore the dress apart with one fierce tug. Eris growled fiercely, and his two Grey guards pulled their nooses tighter. Eris began to choke.
The clearing was silent except for the sounds of Eris coughing up spittle and his mate's quiet tears. She did not sob; Blue Faction shewulfs prided themselves on their dignity. A few ensnared shewulfs shed tears with their sister. Any one of them with a hint of sense knew what was coming.
The young Alpha's bitch kept her face for longer than most might have. Tunga circled her once, twice, then stopped near her backside. A strand of drool fell from his maw. He wiped the spittle with a heavy hand, then wiped it on the shewulf's slit. She started to sob then, her eyes shut tight. He pulled her legs apart roughly, tearing off a few scraps of cloth that dared conceal her from him. Blood dribbled from Eris's mouth and neck, where he was clawing at the thick ropes as they slowly crushed his throat.
Tunga fell to his fours, using one muscled forearm to shift his heavy leather codpiece. He strained to reach it over his barrel belly and chest, but was soon free of the garment. His sheath hung a paw's length from his stomach, heavy and swollen and hairless, while his two furred balls tightened and swung between his thick legs, facing Eris as his life;s breath was choked from him.
A low rumbling growl came forth from the big Grey, and his wulfspear pushed out of itsFaction sheath, the tapered point quickly widening to a girth worthy of its owner -- and flat out massive to any common wulf, let alone the lithely0-built Blues. The dark red meat of his fat shaft sagged down a little, as if it could not support its own girth properly.
Tunga reared up a moment, and slammed both massive paws to his armoured chest with a resounding THAPP.
"GREYHEART!"
His Warrio answered. "GREYHEART!"
With the name of Grey Faction's hero echoing through the burnland, Tunga collapsed his weight on the Blue bitch, crushing her chest to the ground and using one hand to press her face sideways into the muddy ash. His free paw pulled her hinds apart further, then gripped her two front paws in its grasp so she could barely move.
He started jerking forward roughly, each missed thrust bruising her rear. One thrust pushed a half-inch of his tip into her unmarred tailhole, and she shrieked. Tunga roared, and clamped his massive dirty jaws over her thick scruff. He pulled back and then thrust forward once, slowly, tracing his dribbling cock over her soft fur of hear rear. She let out a sob underneath him; he'd found his mark.
Tunga pushed in hard and deep, only to release a snarl of his own as only an inch of his flesh made it into her wet fuckhole. Pulling his bloodied teeth free of her scruff, he laughed to one of the Warrios choking Eris.
"The bitch thinks to stop me with mere skin. Hah!"
His grip on her head and chest tightened, and instinct made her buck back. A few more inches slid in, and a few trickles of blood started down her hind legs. The heat of her squirming, convulsing body only urged her rapist on, and he steadily pushed himself in, further and further. Eris would have had a fine view of his mate's blood lubing the Grey Chief's wulfspear had he not collapsed in his own blood a moment past.
She was screaming under him, making unholy noises. Tunga slowed, six inches of rock hard flesh embedded in her and more still to come. He beckoned a guard, who padded over and delivered a hard blow to the shewulf's face. She kept screaming. Tunga growled, and, thick fur bristling, forcibly hilted himself, bruising past the thick barrier to her cubmaker. As his balls finally came to rest against her bloodied lips, she stopped screaming and went limp, unconscious underneath him. Tunga kept himself hilted. pushing harder to make sure everything was in. her rump rose in the air as he pressed, and he pulled himself to his hinds to grasp her pelvis - she needed no more restraint.
Then he used her. He used her like a young wulf uses his paws. He used her hard and fast and mercilessly, his preseed and her cuntblood making a pinkish lubricant. His knot swelled soon enough, but he simply forced that in too. Finally he grunted, pushed in, and found himself knotted. He tried to unlodge himself a few times, then let her flop to the ground. His balls twitched visibly, and he jerked his hips a few times.
A few silent minutes passed, and finally he reached down and pulled the shewulf free. There was a soft pop as the empty space left by his meat tried to close together in some semblance of a cunt.
"River wulfs!" His shaft was retreating into it's sheath, and his codpiece flopped back into place as he stood. "Grey Faction has taken your lands. We will own your lands from this night forth. We will own your skin and your fur." He slumped back to all fours, and gestured to the ruined shewulf. "We will own your mothers, and your sisters, and your daughters. We will use them.
"Your brothers and sons will be our shields and our builders. One day they may walk as freely as I do now, but each step must be earned." The big wulf undid a lace of his chest armour, and used a sharpened claw to cut himself two claws' lengths. "Grey Faction swears this on blood."
He turned to one of his higher stationed Warrios. "Lead the march. Have the Blueskins carry any who fall."
The group started to move off, slowed by their bindings, as well as the weak, young, and bitches, who'd been placed near the front as a shield between the Greys leading the march and the enslaved Blue Faction Warrios.
Tunga leaped to the fallen Blue alpha. Eris. He flipped the body onto its back, unflinchingly looking upon the face. He ran one hefty paw over the young alpha's neck, over his rounded shoulders. He finally draped his paw over the pit of the wulf's hardened stomach. Then he began working down.
Sharp claws and years of practice were on Tunga's side; his huge paw slid down easily, blood soaking the thick grey fur of his arm. It took him barely a half minute to reach his goal. He snorted, and clenched his prize.
Pulling Eris's heart from his stomach, Tunga laughed, low and harsh. "A Warrio's heart? We shall see."
He devoured it.