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The Kingdom of Julonesia was one of many that existed in Elhiem it was a kingdom that somehow managed to survive the longest of the ‘Old Kingdoms,’ for 1200 years, Julonesia had thrived: through wars, uprisings and all the kingdom withstood the test of time. But even that must come to an end. The signs were everywhere; withering crops, dying populace and sickness had stricken the land, and its king, King Leo VII had fallen sick with a ravaging sickness simply known as ‘gut rot.’ Things looked bleak, it was the end of days, and the court was desperate to find any way to cure this sickness upon the land and its people, they were even willing to break Isran’s tenants to find any way to cure the land, and to that end, Prince of the kingdom, next in line for the throne and proud knight Prince Dimitri II was sent to find someone who could potentially cure the sickness upon the lands and its peoples: A witch.

In Markisim, witches were to be hunted down, and either turned away from the demonic arts or killed if they refused, but desperate times oft called for desperate measures and the Church of the Mark was willing to overlook them calling upon a witch to help the kingdom get back on its feet, and if it meant granting a witch clemency so be it. Dimitri had been dispatched by the council and the Nine Lords of Julonesia to find a witch only known as ‘The Witch of the Garden Wild,’ who is rumor was to be believed was one of the most powerful witches on the continent, so Prince Dimitri ventured into the Garden Wilds to look for this witch, not wanting to spook her or seem like he’d come to kill her he’d opted to go alone, a gamble but it was one he was hoping would pay off. The Garden Wilds were a forest, a thicket of trees, and vines, so thick was the vegetation that Dimitri couldn’t even use his horse through most of it, having to use his sword to hack and slash through thick forested areas.

“By Isran where the hell is this witch!” Dimitri yelled in frustration after hacking his way through thick brush and vines to get to a somewhat clear area, looking around him he could see nothing but thick forest, trees as far as the eye could see, such a thick mass of trees it was a wonder someone lived here, let alone a witch. Then he heard something. It was like a whisper in the wind.

“The hell?” Dimitri said as he listened to the whisper. It was a faint voice that was being carried to him. It was pointing him in a direction. This was growing odder and odder by the minute, he thought to himself.

“This way.” The voice said to Dimitri, seeing as he had no other leads, he began to walk in the direction of the voice. Through overgrown forest and thicket, he walked, hacked, and sliced his way to what he hoped was his objective, whatever that might be. Soon he came upon a hut, a lone hut in the middle of the woods. This wouldn’t be odd in and of itself except the woods around here were not at all conducive to having any form of homes in it, but this home seemed to exist in a way that shouldn’t, this was definitely the “Witch of the Garden Wild’s” hut. Well, he’d found his objective now came the hardest part: convincing the witch that he wasn’t about to try to turn her away from her witch ways or kill her. Cautiously, he knocked on the door, which then proceeded to open of its own impetus.

“That’s new.” Dimitri said as he walked into the hut. The inside was way larger than the outside would lend itself to. The decoration screamed “witch” to Dimitri. Bone effigy’s various vials and jars of Isran know what inside them. And in the center was a robbed figure stirring a cauldron.

“I see you’ve made it,” The robbed figure said as they grabbed a jar from a nearby wall and taking a measuring spoon from inside it, measured an exacting amount and sprinkled them into the cauldron which then let out a plume of bluish smoke and flame, they then grabbed a ladle and scooped some and brought it to their lips. Then she poured it into a jar, setting it aside for later. They then turned and Dimitri got a good look at who it was that he’d been looking for, they had dark grey fur, haunting red eyes and a long snout: an ulv if Dimitri ever saw one, “I was waiting to see when you make it. I was almost tempted to let you roam around the woods for a few more hours.” She said as she whipped a few stray specks of dust off her robe.

“Oh, but where are my manners? I am Grimhild, but I believe you know me better as ‘The Witch of the Garden Wilds.’ Am I correct?” Grimhild said. Dimitri narrowed his eyes at her and spoke up.

“I am Prince Dimitri II, first in line for the Amber Throne.” Dimitri said proudly. Grimhild disregarded him and gave him a wry look, rolling her eyes at the prince, who gave her an annoyed look.

“Forgive me if I don't bow to you.” Grimhild said sarcastically. Walking past Dimitri, Grimhild grabbed a jar of ingredients from the shelf next to him and walked back to her cauldron.

“I’ve come to talk to you about helping the kingdom,” Dimitri stated, the witch ignored him and he scowled, “My father is in dire need and so is the rest of the land, will you help us?” Dimitri asked, Grimhild continued to ignore him. Letting out an annoyed sigh, Dimitri walked up to the witch in an attempt to get her attention, but she stopped him with the flick of her wrist. Feeling his body freeze in place, with only his eyes able to move, he tried to yell, but not even his mouth could move.

“Don’t think I’m ignoring you dear prince, but I have no cares for your petty kingdoms or your father.” Grimhild said as she unfroze Dimitri, who collapsed to his knees. Dimitri looked up at the witch and scowled-he was doing that a lot lately. Standing to his feet, he spoke up.

“Listen, you may not care for the kingdom, but I do. I care for its people and I will do anything to help them.” Dimitri said. Grimhild turned to the prince, and she gave him an inquisitive look, walking around him looking him up and down.

“Tell me prince,” Grimhild said as she stopped her circular movement, at his side her arms wrapped around her chest, her voice was as calm as could be, a cold calmness that came from decades of dealing with people like himself, Dimitri had no uncertainties that over the years many a ruler, despot or would-be conqueror had come to her seeking knowledge and power, “Why should I help you? Why should I give you any knowledge?” She said the ice in her voice was apparent.

“I’ve dealt with your kind before. Always seeking power, always.” Grimhild finished. Dimitri looked the wolf in her eyes.

“I only seek to help my people, and my father.” Dimitri said steadfastly and with conviction. Grimhild smiled at him as she grabbed the potion she was brewing, handing the ladle to Dimitri as she spoke up.

“We’ll see about that. I saw you enter this forest. I’ve been watching you since you arrived and while waiting for you to reach me I brewed a…. potion.” Grimhild said. Dimitri smelled the brew and nearly gagged; it smelled like his uncle's cooking, but worse somehow.

“W-what is it?” Dimitri asked. Upon doing this, Grimhild smiled at him.

“A truth potion of sorts.” Grimhild stated. Dimitri was surprised to hear that he’d never heard of such a thing, but if anyone could make one it’d be a witch, especially one so powerful to be granted clemency by the church.

“You want me to drink this, don’t you?” Dimitri asked, knowing full well what the answer was. When she gave him a dark smile, Dimitri sighed and brought the concoction to his lips, suppressing the urge to gag; he drank the whole thing, much to the witches’ surprise. Upon reaching his mouth, Dimitri let out a gag and nearly vomited. Falling to his knees again, he began to cough and gag, trying to not pass out, but try as he might, he felt his body give way to darkness. When Dimitri awoke from his truth potion induced stupor, he was in a bed, Grimhild next to him sipping tea.

“Glad to see you in the land of the living.” Grimhild said. Dimitri rolled his eyes, sitting up. His head felt like it was filled with rocks. He could feel a hard pounding against his skull.

“What the fuck did you give me?”

“A truth serum, it’s just a lot more potent than I intended.” Grimhild admitted.

“So, you weren’t trying to kill me?” Dimitri asked, a bit surprised that what just happened wasn’t an attempt on his life.

“Oh, if I wanted you dead, you’d be dead. No, this was as I said a serum to test your truthfulness. You’re quite suggestible in your sleep.” Grimhild said. Dimitri got to his feet, feeling about as woozy as when he allowed his younger brother to trick him into going to a tavern for his birthday that one time.

“R-Right, I’ll take your word for that, so I drank your serum. Will you help my people?” Dimitri asked. Grimhild nodded and helped him get to his feet. Taking a few deep breaths, Dimitri steadied himself and Grimhild motioned for him to lead the way. And so he did. With the help of the witch, he was able to get through the forest without much trouble. And still waiting for him was his trusty steed, Nero, grazing happily on the surrounding grass. Mounting the horse, he helped Grimhild onto the saddle and the two were off.

The trek through the countryside would take them a few days. And so, the two, when day had faded into night, and the moon was high in the sky, set up camp for the night. After clearing a place for their sleeping bags, Dimitri took the time to begin the process of cooking dinner for that night. He had managed to down a buck earlier and had started cooking the venison he managed to get from it.

“Ah! Nothing like the heady aroma of freshly cooked venison.” Dimitri said, breathing in the smell of the venison as it cooked. Grimhild rolled her eyes. She’d eaten venison before, but she never got others' obsession with game meat, still she was not one to turn down a nice meal.

“So, tell me prince,” Grimhild said as she inched closer to the prince, she could feel him clam up a bit as her touch reached his thigh, she ran the edges of her clawed fingers up his thigh, to his midsection and stopping right at his cheek, she could feel the heat resonating off him, oh how adorable she thought-how… corruptible, “Have you been with another?” the sorceress said with a low seductive tone as she moved closer to him, she trailed her fingers again down his cheek, and stopping at his chest, she could feel his heart beating through his clothing, she then moved further down, to his crotch. She heard his breath hitch in his throat.

“N-no.” Dimitri stammered out as he felt Grimhild move her hand gently around his crotch. His cock was beginning to grow hard from her teasing, his breathing was growing heavier with each movement of her delicate hands.

“Really? Such a handsome prince such as yourself must have had many trysts.” Grimhild said, her voice still full of seduction. She pulled his face in closer to hers, so close that he could feel her hot breath against his pale skin.

“I-I’ve managed t-to remain rather c-chaste.” Dimitri continued to stammer his words. Grimhild, getting closer that their lips were almost touching, smiled at him.

“Mmm, is that so?” Grimhild said as she began to untie the drawstring of Dimitri’s pants, she then took his lips into hers, she felt the young prince jump momentarily before he leaned into her lips, she could tell just how inexperienced her new lover was, the way his hands didn’t have anywhere to go hovering just above her breasts, grabbing his hand she gently placed them over one of her mounds. Feeling him playing with her cloth covered breast, Grimhild moaned into Dimitri’s mouth. Despite his inexperience, he was a quick learner. With his pants fully undone, Grimhild brought her lover’s member out from its confines and took hold of it in her hands. Dimitri was surprised how soft the ulv’s hands were, considering the gardening she did. The she-wolf began to stroke his cock. Her movements were slow at first, a methodical up and down to tease the young prince. His moans of pleasure were oh so cute to the witch, “Such a cute face you make prince when I stroke you.” Grimhild whispered into his ears.

“G-Gri-Grimhild, w-wait,” Dimitri moaned out, his body was now moving of its own accord, his hips bucking into the wolf’s hand as she stroked up, her soft but strong fingers making him slip into a sense of bliss he’d never felt before. Hearing his pleas for levity only seemed to spur the she-wolf on further as she stroked him harder and harder, causing the prince to shut his eyes in ecstasy and moan out. This was so different from when he pleasured himself. His fingernails dug into the bedroll they were atop as she continued to play with his cock. With gritted teeth, Dimitri came into Grimhild’s hand. Thick ropes of his seed coated her grey fur as she watched it shoot fourth at quite the speed. When he was finished, she looked at how much came out and smiled.

“F-fuck.” Dimitri hissed out, feeling completely spent, still he wanted to go further. Taking a moment to catch his breath, Dimitri shifted in place so that he was to the side of her, he began to slowly work his way up her legs, the she-wolf didn’t move instead smiled as she began to undo her dress to give her lover better access to her. His fingers soon found their way to her bloomers, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat as Dimitri pulled them down so that he could get to Grimhild’s snatch. His index and ring fingers traced soft circles around her outer lips playing with them, teasing her, and Grimhild was surprised that such an inexperienced boy was so well versed in how to tease her so, she would have fun making him hers. Plunging his fingers into her cunt, the ulv let out a light moan as she felt him play with her pussy. Grimhild’s voice hitched as he fingered her. In and out his fingers worked inside her. He also used his thumb to play with her clit. Moving faster and faster, Dimitri was getting Grimhild closer to her climax, her claws grasping at Dimitri’s body as she let out a low howl as she came. Dimitri could feel his fingers get caught in her clamping walls as Grimhild’s pussy coated his finger with her juices.

Laying down on her bed roll, Grimhild let out a content sigh. She’d not had an orgasm that intense in quite a while. With their little tryst over, the two ate and went to bed. They had a long road ahead of them tomorrow. The next morning, after breaking camp, the two set off for Dimitri’s home. Castle Silverhorn was the capital of Julonesia, the outlying city Silverhorn was a bustling metropolis, well it was until the plague had struck it, nary a soul was about save for those charged with cataloging and disposing the dead, the stench of death wafted through the air like a heavy miasma.

“I can see what you mean by your people being ravaged.” Grimhild said as she looked around her, the prince during their travels had told her more about the sickness ravaging Julonesia. She’d thought he was exaggerating, but to see firsthand how bad the situation was… eye opening, to say the least.

“Well, the council hopes you can help us end it, and save my father.” Dimitri said as they made it to the castle, where several of the council members were waiting. Dimitri’s father was on death’s doorstep. Grimhild did everything she could to save King Leo but try as she might, the sickness had taken him and in the morning the kingdom mourned the loss of its old king and prepared for the coronation of Prince Dimitri to king.

Still there was some happiness to be had. Grimhild managed to stop the plague from ravaging through Julonesia. Soon the land began to return to its old self, vibrant and full of life. Dimitri was happy for that. As he watched his father be brought into the family tomb, he knew that he would be proud that he accomplished as much. Still, it felt bittersweet, still the new king had to be strong for his people. His coronation was months away, ample time to figure out what to do afterwards.

End of Part I