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(Military camp, northern border of Svarta)

(A Svartan stoat soldier approaches to a tent. Inside the tent, there is Sigurd Gunnarson, Commander of the Svartan army)

Soldier:

Sir, the Garm high-rank prisoner has been secured. We wait for your orders, sir.

(Sigurd, a tall, blonde young army commander on his late 20s, is a strong stoat with two horns on the sides of his head. He is sit in the center of his tent, thinking with a serious face. His ears twitch by the presence of the coming soldier, making him stand up)

Sigurd:

Summon him to my presence, in front of here, comrade.

Soldier:

(Raises his right hand in military salute) Yes, sir!

(Minutes later, Sigurd hears the crackling noise of a wooden cart. He goes outside and looks how several Svartan soldiers move the cart, carrying an iron barred cage, as black as the ace of spades. Inside the cage, there is a Garm, a werewolf being from the northern mountains and enemies of the stoats of svarta. The cart stops a few feet in front of Sigurd. He looks at the prisoner wolf inside. The wolf is curled up while looking down, just wearing a pair of linen pants, the usual cloth for Svartan prisoners of war.)

Sigurd:

Your name, prisoner

(The wolf looks to Sigurd, giving a deep chilling stare with his red eyes. He walks towards Sigurd, behind the bars of the black cage that holds him off. His fur is light grey, except around his chest, starting down his muzzle to the sides of his thighs. It's a thick, tall heavy muscled build of a wolf, with a long loom of plain dark hair flowing from the top of his head.)

Wolf:

How about if you tell your mother's name, pointy head?

Sigurd:

*Gives a chuckle* So you think you are funny, huh? What a shame coming from a demon.

(Garm wolves are direct descendants of Fenrir, the wolf bringer of Ragnarok. They are considered as sinful, dangerous and evil due to their philosophy of life based on their genetic pride, military obsession and mercenary lifestyle)

Wolf:

Whatever, you better watch out your babes more than your men, chief. You never know when the big bad wolf is hungry.

(A tall young ermine female comes out from her tent, just next to the left side where the cage is. Her name is Sifjar. She looks at Sigurd, her brother, and the wolf, with a serious grin over her face. Her small green eyes, golden long blonde hair and beautiful female curves make her quite attractive, yet over her head two wings pop out on each side. She appears to be pissed by the commentary of the wolf)

Sifjar:

What did you say, mutt? *growls*

Sigurd:

*smiles arrogantly* You better not piss her off, mister big bad wolf.

(The wolf sits inside, unimpressed by the female stoat's show of anger)

Wolf:

It's Shiro, anyway.

Sigurd:

*rubs his chin interested* The same captain of the Garm Shadow troop? No wonder I was sent here quickly. I hope my father the general Gunnar doesn't judge you to be a slave... or executed. Freedom is not an option for a dog like you, anyway, such an easy catch makes me feel so less proud than I what I am used to feel when in most of the battles, especially if my sister is the head of the main squad. Captured by a bunch of females must be such a shame for you.

Shiro:

*growls angry towards Sigurd, but bound by the cage* Quit the chit-chat, Wordsworth.

Sigurd:

*chuckles* Captain Sifjar... take this unpleasant being to our home. Father shall know what to do.

Sifjar:

*raises her hand to the shin militarily* Yes, commander

(Moments later, a whole group of stoat soldiers and the Valkyrie squad, which Sifjar is the leader of, transport the wolf through the main road of the north to the city of Svarta under heavy guard. Shiro is sitting inside the cage, looking bored at the trees and plains crossed by with the slow pace of the horse driven cart. Sifjar is watching the cage from the right, making sure their "guest" doesn't try to escape or do anything funny.)

Shiro:

*chuckles* Is that creepy horn guy your brother?

Sifjar:

*frowns nagged at the wolf* H...How do you know?

Shiro:

*laughs* I am a sorcerer... Nah, I was kidding. *points his ears* These two are not for show, you know. I heard it from the other soldiers.

Sifjar:

Yes... we are relatives. But the army doesn't have place for such bonds.

Shiro:

So, let me guess... You may get punished or something like that?

Sifjar:

*sighs* or worse: Being retired from service and thus demoting your social rank. If I was kicked from the Army, I wouldn't know what I would do.

(Sifjar realizes the kind of talk she is giving out, feeling shy and angry)

Sifjar:

Shut up! This is not for your business, demon. *looking aside blushed but angry*

(Hours later, the prisoner escorting group arrives to the city of Svarta. The city is surrounded by a huge wall of stone, with all the houses built in plaster walls, straw tops and wood frames. A huge palace erects on the top of the hill where the city is located: Gunnar's palace. The escorting group arrives to the entrance door, where Gunnar, the father of Sifjar and Sigurd, awaits dressed in a Svartan general armor)

Gunnar:

Welcome home, my soldiers. I see you got yourself a worthy enemy captured, by the letter sent by the messenger yesterday.

(Sigurd approaches, saluting Gunnar, his father)

Sigurd:

Yes, father. He was captured by the Valkyrie squad during a reconnaissance patrol of the border. He clearly fought well, but he was outnumbered and surrendered. As an invader to our country, I would like to impose him a legal penalty on the war court, General.

Gunnar:

Then he shall be taken to justice, indeed. We shall prepare for the trial of his demon being... Soldiers, dismiss.

(The trial is ordered, taking in place at the main court of the palace. Shiro is still caged inside the iron bars, while there is only a council acting as a jury, the Jarl Gunnar as the judge and many of the soldiers as public to the eerie justice trial: After the council speaks with Gunnar privately, the general and Jarl takes a step forward)

Gunnar:

We declare this stranger and invader of our country to be declared as a slave as part of his punishment. He will serve me as my servant slave for all his lifetime. I also declare a two week vacation for the Valkyrie squad as a reward for the capturing of such valuable foe, since the mating season is coming close and they deserve some fun for themselves sometime.

(The members of the Valkyrie squad cheer up for their reward, while as Shiro, grunting angry, gets so infuriated he suddenly opens up the bars of cage by bending them with his arms, quite easily. He growls and stares at Gunnar while clashing his shackled arms to the stone floor of the court, cracking it)

Shiro:

I will never be some... stoat's dog!

(Shiro jumps towards Gunnar, but the general grins and quickly grabs inside a bag a metal collar and tosses it to the wolf's neck in the air. Shiro suddenly feels fainted and falls in front of the Jarl, weakened, as the collar glows with green rune markings over it)

Gunnar:

So foolish. This is a detention collar. If you ever try to disobey, escape or avoid your orders, this device will make you weaker and force you to do the job. And that includes to the orders my relatives may ask you too. Truth to be told, I never expected the collar could be strong enough to hold Fenrir's breed easily, a nice job of my sorcerers, indeed.

(Shiro tries to stand up hardly, as the iron collar glows strong to keep him on hold. The soldiers leave the palace, as the council and Gunnar also leave the court. Sifjar stays there, looking at the wolf, who growls and grunts frustrated by his unfairly imposed new life. Sifjar then leaves the place, leaving the wolf behind too)

(The Valkyrie squad is having a break at the thermal baths at Gunnar's palace. The girls seem having fun playing in the water as well as relaxing themselves, naked and worriless. Sifjar is having a shower under the waterfall in the middle. She suddenly listens to two of her squad mates gossiping each other)

Gerd:

Hey, Rika, have you heard about the prisoner we have been taking from the northern border?

Rika:

You mean the Garm wolf? He looks pretty scary, but I have to admit it... he is hot.

(The ermine gossips giggle at the same time)

Gerd:

Oh you... I heard Sifjar's father decided to spare his life, and take him as a slave. Can you believe that? I would rather prefer it dead. We don't want demons on Svarta...

Rika:

Oh, Gerdy! You don't even think on handsome males ever?

Gerd:

As long as I have my mate Oleg on my side, I don't want a demon to trick me. Mating season is close, you know...

(Both laugh and splash at each other, since it's the only time for relax they have. Sifjar keeps washing herself, after listening to what the girls said. She doesn't seem to like that wolf as a slave, but at the same time, looking at him being sentenced while exposing his naked torso and boasting his power made her feel a bit aroused. She looks down sadly, but then shakes her head)

Sifjar:

*Thinking: Stop thinking like a cheesy teen, Sifjar. You are an adult now...*

(Later, Sifjar walks to the palace for her quarters. She is only dressed with a long towel that covers from her breasts to her thighs. As she walks through the wooden corridors of the palace, a familiar breeze passes through her back, making her turn her back )

Sifjar: Yolo, is that you?

(Yolotli, a snow jaguar herm, shows up in the typical major military robes of svarta, from the corridor at Sifjar's left. The jaguar acted as a babysitter and army instructor of Sifjar, having a strong bond to her.)

Yolo:

Excuse me, my lady. I heard you had arrived from the battles of the North. *bows politely*

Sifjar:

*nods with a smile* Indeed, Yolo. Are my robes clean, as I asked?

Yolo:

Yes. The cleaners told me they are on their way to your bedroom, by one of the slaves.

Sifjar:

Great, at last I can have some rest after the journey.

Yolo:

Although... I was on the trial of that Garm captain. I would be very careful, since he is a slave in our orders. He gives me a bad feeling. After all, he is a demon.

Sifjar:

Meh... He is like any other slave now, Yolo. And remember, he has one of my rune infused collars. That will turn him as safe and calm as a puppy dog. See you later.

(Sifjar keeps walking through the corridors, until she reaches to her quarters still covered in the same towel from the thermal bath. She opens the door of her bedroom and get inside with a nice smile in her face. The room is a typical Nordic warrior room, with a wardrobe, a bed, a set of drawers, a desk full of scrolls and runic stones and a weapon rack)

Sifjar:

*breathes deep* Hmmm... *closes her eyes* There is nothing better than your own room...

(Sifjar strips the towel from her body, throwing it around, then she gives a spin to her body, unable to notice what or who is in her bedroom. The towel she threw, however, flaps over the slave inside her bedroom: It was Shiro, putting the household clothes of Sifjar on their places. As soon as Sifjar opens her eyes, and looks at the new wolf slave staring at her naked body, she screams)

Sifjar:

What are you doing here!? *covers her "naughty" body parts with her arms*

Shiro:

*blushed while looking at Sifjar's beauty* I am sorry... I was just arranging your clothes and... *shows up one of her undergarments*

Sifjar:

*her face erupts and sweats pure anger* YOU IDIOT!

(Sifjar gives a full powered slap to the wolf, knocking him out on the floor, drooling some dense spit out and showing the mark of the female captain's paw on his right cheek)

Sifjar:

Hmmm, such a wimp *pokes the wolf's torso with her feet, giving a quick glance to his body. She thinks: To be honest, this is the closest he has been from me. And grabs him from his arms*

(Sifjar pulls Shiro's arms, but she is unable to move him, not even an inch, due to his heavy muscled demonic body. She tries several times with different ways: Pulling him from the torso and the legs, lifting him, kicking him... but she realizes it won't move unless he wakes up)

Sifjar:

Now what do I do!? *she looks at the big body of the male: She feels heavily blushed as she gives a deeper look to the huge, muscled half naked wolf, only wearing a ragged small sized shirt and poorly treated leather trousers: the slave uniform of Svarta* What is this feeling? *she hears a quick pounding noise, coming from her heart*

(Sifjar kneels at the wolf, trying to remember all what happened while she was in front of him: The brave, wild fight he held against her armored squad on the woods, his unleashed anger during the trial held by Gunnar, watching him doing the tasks... she feels something she hadn't feel for a long time. Something she cannot build up due to her lack of feelings. Her arm instinctively starts to rub the belly of the big demon wolf, caressing it. Sifjar feels such warmth with a smile, as she starts to see and touch the unconscious wolf body with interest, something quite unexplainable to her: She was attracted to Shiro)

Sifjar:

*smiling while keeping her belly hand-rub* I wonder...

(Sifjar looks at the pants of Shiro, showing a quite big bump on them. Curiosity starts to dwell in Sifjar's brain. She slowly approaches to the crotch of her "victim" with a lack of knowledge. As soon as she tries to lift the tight leather pants, the wolf quickly starts to regain consciousness)

Shiro:

*puts his hands on his forehead, feeling hurt* Ugh, what the...?

(As long as Shiro lifts his torso, Sifjar notices the wolf recovering from her hit, so she stops from exploring the hidden parts of the wolf)

Shiro:

Oh, I am sorry. *stands up from the floor and walks away from the bedroom*

(Sifjar stares at the wolf walking to the bedroom door. When the wolf leaves, Sifjar whimpers completely in red blushing shame)

Sifjar:

Why... is he that nice to me? Maybe he is not interested, or perhaps...

(Shiro is walking the corridors to receive his next order from the head maid of the palace. However, Yolo crosses in front of the wolf, showing a serious, unhappy face)

Shiro:

Oh, I am sorry...

Yolo:

I know what you are after, demon... I won't let you touch her.

Shiro:

What?

Yolo:

You are after my student, Sifjar. Yeah, she might be cute, but if you dare to do something to her, I will kill you personally.

Shiro:

Whoa! I... I don't want to get into any trouble... eh... *looks at Yolo's herm physiology, making him look confused*

Yolo:

It's Yolo, you perverted fuck. *sways the wolf while walking firmly*

Shiro:

Darn... These Svartans are crazy furs, dude...

(Meanwhile, at her bedroom, Sifjar is watching the West Mountains with a nice breeze caressing her. She smiles and thinks about the two week holiday her father just granted to her)

Sifjar:

Hmm, It's been a while since I left the house I built at the woods. I need some time for myself to get alone and maybe work out for the next battles as a lumberjack. Just me and Yolo... Wait, who I am kidding. My babysitter on the hut I built for myself? I'll just get any slave who doesn't have any tasks to the head maid Leana and have it as a watcher. Yolo surely cares about me, yes, but sometimes...

(Sifjar walks to the basement, where the slaves and servants are managed by the mistress maid Leana. Sifjar speaks about her plans to her)

Leana:

Huh, a trip to your hut in the western mountain? Well, it is going to be a hard journey and you will need a strong slave for the travel... as well as helping in your lumberjack work. Too bad most of the slaves were summoned by Gunnar to gather coal... However, that new Garm slave, Shiro, wasn't he? I think he would help out nicely.

Sifjar:

The...The wolf demon? *blushes in shock*

Leana:

Yes. Is there something wrong, child?

Sifjar:

Oh, no, it's just... *looks down blushing* I... don't think he... *looks aside, then shakes her head* Alright then, Leana. Get my cart and my tools prepared. I'll just get my lumberjack clothes.

(Sifjar walks back to her room, grabbing for herself a soft fleece lumberjack shirt, some boots, and a set of dungarees with short fold leg sleeves. She packs them up inside a bag, puts a long body-sized black hood over her and takes one of her swords from the rack for self-defense in case of a bandit ambush. Once she is ready, she walks to the entrance of the palace, where Shiro and the cart are ready. Sifjar approaches to the wolf, who looks at the horseless cart)

Shiro:

What's it going to move this cart, a ghost or maybe some witchcraft?

Sifjar:

Almost *giggles* It's you.

Shiro:

*gasps* WHAT!? I am not a mule, you...

(The collar starts to flash in quick blinks)

Sifjar:

You have to, remember? You are a servant until our family says it so.

(Shiro growls grumpy because of the orders he is given, while Sifjar flings her stoat tail happy)

Sifjar:

You look so cute when you are angry... and I love that. *teases the wolf by poking his chest*

(The wolf grabs the handles of the cart and starts pulling it like a trolley. Sifjar gets inside while holding her bag and placing her sheathed sword in the corner. The trip to her wooden hut at the West Mountains Woods begins)

Shiro:

*pulling the cart* Darn... it doesn't look heavy but it surely moves slowly!

(After several hours of travel, the cart finally arrives, after going through paths between mountains and forests, to the small wooden hut and resting place for Sifjar. The hut is the typical lumberjack cabin kind, with logs piled over another and sealed with tar so it keeps sturdy. Sifjar approaches to the door of her hut, places the key inside the lock of the door and opens it. She clearly hasn't been there in ages, as she goes inside and finds everything dusty and untouched like the day she left the last time. This house has an only room, with a chimney, a table, a bed, a weapon rack for different axes and swords and a drawer with all the necessary tools for maintenance. Sifjar flexes her body softly feeling relaxed after the secretive journey, while Shiro follows her completely mangled by the pull the whole way.)

Sifjar:

Home Sweet Home *looks back for Shiro* Oh, you sleep on the back outside, dog.

Shiro:

How many times I told you! I am not A DOG!

Sifjar:

Sure, sure... remember that you are a servant, and I am your owner, so... *kicks Shiro outside* Shoo...

(Shiro ends up in the woods outside the house, feeling like a lousy guarding dog with his tore up, used dirty slave clothes)

Shiro:

How she dares to treat me like that? *grumbles unhearing babbles*

(A couple of days later, that morning...)

(Sifjar is cutting one of the big logs she stores at the right wall of the house, cutting them with her axe to chop them into smaller pieces to be used as firewood. Shiro is cutting the trees down and chipping the branches off with a bigger axe he found on the rack too, helping her. He sweats heavily from the effort of chopping down all that wood, as well from the weight of the heavy metal ring collar engraved with several runes. During his work, Sifjar gives a peek or two to him for each time she chops the prepared wood logs)

Sifjar:

*Thinking: He looks so strong... not even Sigurd could cut the century old trees with few chops. All that sweat, poor of him. So strong... such an enduring will. He hasn't been faint after two hours helping me, not even a rest. He could be a demon after all...* Hey, Shiro... come to me.

(Shiro jumps from the tree he is cutting up and approaches to Sifjar)

Shiro:

Yes, my lady?

(Yet politely, he feels angry on the inside as the slavery collar around his neck forces him to act nicely towards Sifjar. She gives a quick glance at the body of Shiro and starts touching his torso with interest.)

Sifjar:

Do you like females?

Shiro:

Are you drunk on mead or what? *the collar flashes in green, turning him a bit weaker* I mean... yes, madam.

Sifjar:

Hmmm... this device from my dad surely is messy. Let me fix it up.

(Sifjar places her hands over the black metal collar. The metal body flips in two halves, releasing the wolf from the rune magic of Svarta)

Shiro:

Huh? How did you do that!? I tried to even crush my head into boulders and the mountain there, but it was still shut and tight!

Sifjar:

Well... I know how to deal with runes, you know... doggie.

Shiro:

*angry* I'm not a dog!

Sifjar:

Whatever... the thing is... I have some questions about... your kind.

Shiro:

You surely are not good on the meaning of the word interrogation, Miss.

Sifjar:

Don't make me eat you these... *shows the detachable halves of the restriction collar, but then she breathes deep, relax and starts to ask* Is it true you are mostly shamanic and very into nature stuff?

Shiro:

Well... those are the elders. We are just like any other society. It's just your ruling government of religious fools don't want to recognize us as a society. Hell, we have cities and towns too.

Sifjar:

Indeed... those leather clothes were surely... tempting, if you know what I mean *hugs Shiro while opening the first buttons of her working shirt* You surely know that, right?

(Shiro pushes Sifjar off and grabs the axe again, trying to return to work)

Sifjar:

What's wrong with you!?

Shiro:

I am sorry. I don't like slutty females. I have enough of those on my homeland.

Sifjar:

What? Are your females that needy?

Shiro:

*sigh* I have a whole harem waiting for me at Jotunheim, stoat. But they are always so viciously insatiable, they have become quite boring to me. That's why I want some more... variety.

Sifjar:

I... I am sorry, Shiro. And my name is Sifjar. Stop quitting forgetting it.

Shiro:

Look who's talking! Miss "Dog caller"...

Sifjar:

Why you...?

(Sifjar chases Shiro through the yard around the hut)

(A couple of days later, on dinner time, Shiro prepares some Garmr style meat stew in a cauldron. The odor of it attracts Sifjar from outside the house, looking at how tasty and dense the meaty food looks like. She drools like a small child and her belly starts to roar)

Shiro:

*smiles* Here... *pours some stew on a wooden bowl, puts a spoon on it and gives it to Sifjar on the window* Be careful, it's hot.

(Sifjar looks at the brown putty-like substance. Gives it a sniff and then sips it with her lips at the end of the bowl)

Sifjar:

*amazed* It tastes so delicious! What kind of meat is it!?

Shiro:

Bear meat with some herbs and milk, really. We Garmr have hunger too and we also need to find what we can.

Sifjar:

Well... I didn't know so much stuff about your kind until you were taken as a slave. I couldn't even understand why you surrendered after we fought with you... Even that sword of yours made me... aroused by your attitude and fighting will.

Shiro:

Oh yeah, you mean Gram. I forged it myself. Too bad your father stole it to me as a trophy.

Sifjar:

But it was so heavy! We needed twenty soldiers to carry it around.

Shiro:

*chuckles* it's just severe training, Sifjar. This strength isn't like the magic you sneaky stoats know.

Sifjar:

Wow... *stands up and approaches Shiro* Hey, I also have a question...

Shiro:

*doubtful* Huh, what is it?

(Sifjar nervously encloses her hand over the crotch of the slave)

Sifjar:

*nervous and blushed* Is it true that Garmr males are... well loaded for the ladies?

Shiro:

Well... loaded? You mean... *looks down, at Sifjar's pesky hand* Kind of... Keeping our mate satisfied is a must for our species.

Sifjar:

I wish I could enjoy that for myself... but my father would go mad at me, always wishing power and blood continuity to our family. Such ego makes me feel sick. *hugs the wolf sit on the chair* He always wants me to meet the sons of noblemen of Svarta... but they are unable to stay on their own. However, you... with that strength... I... I... *trembles even more nervous*

Shiro:

Are you alright, Sifjar?

Sifjar:

*screams out loud, crying* I... I love you, Shiro! *sobs while blushing really embarrassed*

Shiro:

*tilts his head quite expressionless* Well... I am not amused.

Sifjar:

What? Y...You don't get angry or... feel in any kind of response to that?

Shiro:

Well, duh. I already knew you were in love for me. You didn't say anything when I joined you in this... holiday escapade or something, and you always were peeking on me.

Sifjar:

You knew I was... *blushes looking aside* stalking you?

Shiro:

Not like you could hide your stoat scent to a wolf like me. Remember? *points out his nose*

Sifjar:

Wow... It's just... you know...

(Shiro soon hugs her and licks her forehead)

Shiro:

*smiles* Don't be one of those silly daydreaming girls, Sifjar. I gotta say you... are quite my kind too. I just like the kind of girls who don't refrain their feelings nor run away scared by anything.

Sifjar:

*heavily blushes for such compliments* Aw, Shiro... *kisses his nose* I... I wish I could feel inside you. I can't wait for the mating season to start and... you know... show you my real potential as a female *winks smiling*

Shiro:

About that... I think I got a nice idea to make your father pay us for the damages he caused on us. That creep deserves some old school Garmr lesson.

Sifjar:

For real? *curious grin* How?

Shiro:

It goes like this... *begins to whisper at Sifjar's ears*

(Sifjar listens carefully to the plan of the wolf, giving a nice, lovely grin)

Sifjar:

Sounds... *intrigued* interesting. I'll do it, but for only one thing.

Shiro:

What is it?

Sifjar:

Sleep with me at my bed... naked. No mating action, I want to save that for the best moment, just some old fashioned cuddles allowed... I want to make sure you won't leave me... master.

Shiro:

*murrs with interest* As you wish... my slave.

(Sifjar walks to her bed as she strips her clothing, showing her precious naked curves while being stand at the side of the bed. The wolf joins her by getting close to her and strips himself, boasting his naked fluffy body completely exposed to Sifjar. She smiles at the view of what she had wished after so long.)

Sifjar:

Wow... *looks frisky at the crotch of the wolf* No wonder why you are so scary, if you know what I mean.

Shiro:

Now tuck in and let me do the rest, girl.

(Sifjar and Shiro join in the bed together. They start cuddling and petting together, letting their bodies explore at each other while kissing from time to time. Both partners enjoy the close rub-a-dub action. After that, they end up curled up and cozy at each other, on the bed)

Sifjar:

*cuddles Shiro* That was fantastic. I can't wait to take the next step. However...

Shiro:

*looks at her* Hmmmm? What's wrong?

Sifjar:

You are the grandson of the descendant of the demon wolf Fenrir, right? You must be a noble wolf in your country... why do you wear all that ragged military clothing?

Shiro:

Sometimes all the nobility makes someone weak, you know. I want to represent the true essence of the Garmr, Sifjar. Our rulers and males of higher grounds are nothing but... silly drunk weak back stabbers. That's not what a wolf should be... We should be strong, cunning, precise... and ruthless.

Sifjar:

*rubs her face on the chest of Shiro* I... guess I know how that feels. I hate how my father treats me as a... token for respect. That's why I built this house all along. I hated that kind of life... aside from the fighting and the strength. I love to release some tension now and then. *giggles* but... if you rejected your respectful priority as a noble... then what do you do aside from being an army captain?

Shiro:

Well... *blushes and looks away from Sifjar, very shy* I am a blacksmith. I like to forge weapons, you know. And... I can also handle the lightning. *lights up some electric sparks in my hand* But it's not as fun as a power, especially when you handle a two handed sword like my Gram.

Sifjar:

What? Then... how you didn't deal with the collar yourself then?

Shiro:

Hey, I needed tools and I hadn't any back then! Ever tried to pick hot iron with your paws?

Sifjar:

*giggles and pokes Shiro's nose* I was joking on you, big bad wolf. I'm tired now though... Tomorrow we have very important things to do. Let's get some sleep.

(The couple slowly goes to sleep. The next day, Sifjar and Shiro part to the palace of Gunnar in Svarta again, on the cart, like they came the week before)

(A slave runs desperate through the corridor, searching for his master Gunnar. Once he finds him on the garden, he stops abruptly)

Servant:

Sir! Your daughter has arrived. She told me to give you this. *hands a letter fold in thirds*

(Gunnar grabs the paper letter, cracks the wax seal and reads it: "Dear father: I have come back home. Since the mating season has started, I have to talk to you on the ceremonial lobby at sunset, about my decision concerning the mate I have chosen. Please, take the Valkyrie squad for security, as they are also related to this matter for being my comrades in this fight. Best wishes, Sifjar". Gunnar then closes the letter nervous for such answer)

Gunnar:

*flocks his arm to send away the slave servant* Thank you. You can dismiss, slave.

(Gunnar folds and stores the letter inside his coat, looking serious and cold for the meaning of the message. He walks towards inside the castle, to prepare the whole meeting with Sifjar. He summons the Valkyrie squad, formed by 9 females lead by his daughter. Their names are Tilda, Frida, Rika, Gerd, Björk, Nelli, Ruta, Pergunn, Godiva and Ditte)

(Gunnar gets inside the main lobby of the palace, as the dusk turns around, escorted by the Valkyrie squad of Sifjar, just as the letter said.)

(Sifjar appears in front of a ritual altar, dressed in the formal decorative uniform of the Svartan army, while giving a warm grin to her squad and her father, the general)

Gunnar:

What's all this, Sifjar? You know the mating season is about to end, and you have rejected all the males I had finely selected for you. What do you have to say about that?

Sifjar:

Father, I'll tell you the truth...

(Shiro then appears at her back, coming from the arches of the lobby exit. Gunnar gasps with an almost frozen face as he recognizes his own and most recent slave approaching at the right of the back of Sifjar)

Gunnar:

*boasts an arrogant grin* That Garmr? Heh... is that all you have? He is my slave, and I can order him to kill you if I want you.

Shiro:

*chuckles* Then try it, old man.

Gunnar:

*growls madly towards Sifjar and Shiro* Slave, break my daughter's neck! She is a traitor.

(Shiro gives an arrogant grin. The restrictive collar starts to flash in green, making his sight go blank, he turns to look at Sifjar, place his hands on her neck and press them together to attempt the choking)

Sifjar:

Shiro... don't... *struggles with her arms to avoid the wolf's pressing, while her eyes start to stack tears on the sides*

(Gunnar smiles as he watches his daughter about to be choked by a minion... or so he thinks. Shiro then approaches his lips to Sifjar and kisses her, releasing his arms from her neck and detaching the runic collar around his neck. Gunnar gets shocked by the unexpected turn of events)

Shiro:

Whoops... I think it overdid its job. Besides, the roles have changed now, beardy. She is my servant now, and I didn't need all that mumbo jumbo your runes can do.

Gunnar:

H...How could you? That collar shouldn't break except...

Sifjar:

I had enough already! Dad, I'm here to end up your silly control over me too. You can't always get what you want, and you have to get that right. I will never bear the children you always wanted. You made me sick every time you presented me those wimpy silly males. They are a total shame for our army, and I knew you just wanted to mate them with me so you could acquire the wealth of their families. Guess what? I will never mate with a Svartan mate, ever!

(Suddenly, Shiro wraps his arms around her body)

Shiro:

Then what are you waiting for? You said Svartan males, so...

Sifjar:

*acting confused* What? No, that's not what I...

(The wolf begins to strip the army uniform of Sifjar with great precision. Sifjar whelps in sadness, as her strength seems not enough to face the strong arms of the wolf. Gunnar witnesses all that, as he tries to step forward)

Shiro:

*placing a knife on her neck* Don't move, gramps. One move and her blood will paint the floors. *chuckles in evil*

Sifjar:

Dad... Sigurd... please, help me... *cries*

Shiro:

I just love meat this tender. And such curves in her body. She shall bear many of my puppies. And I'll make sure her heat will bring as many as possible!

(The Valkyrie squad also looks astounded to the whole situation. They are also impressed by the rude, brute attitude of the Garmr, knowing that if they deploy to save their leader, she would be killed. Shiro swiftly starts to get naked, exposing his true form made of muscle and a fully ready fifteen inch long piece of male-hood. This makes the Valkyrie squad blush heavily, as they feel in her eyes such unnatural and unreal body, too lusty to exist.)

Shiro:

Hmmm... what do we have here? *gropes and licks Sifjar's breasts*

(Sifjar moans hard while being naked in front of her best companions and her father, used up in such a lewd and shameful act. The wolf explores the stoat female with many lusty rubs and licks on her body, making her heat estrus to surface easily)

Sifjar:

No, please... Stop, Shiro, this is not what we planned... I thought we were...

Shiro:

Oh, really? Your body doesn't say it like so... You are on heat after all.

(The Valkyries and Gunnar notice something engraved or tattooed in Sifjar's belly, as she is being used and felt up by the wolf. Two members of the squad, Frida and Tilda, notice something on Sifjar's belly.)

Frida:

Wait... aren't those runes painted on her fur?

Tilda:

Those symbols are... *gasps and blushes*

(The female stoats blush speechless as they realize what the runes Sifjar has tattooed all on her belly. Apparently, Sifjar's body has been modified by runes to be extremely fertile and able to withstand the wild ways of mating done by the Garmr)

Shiro:

*gropes and licks one of Sifjar's breasts lustfully, getting obviously aroused* Hmmm... yes. Just what I need for our puppies

Sifjar:

No... stop... *moans as the wolf suckles and licks her nipple*

(Shiro crawls down on Sifjar's back, reaching her exposed, blushed nether region, wet and willing for some male action. The wolf grins and extends his big tongue outside, showing its huge size for the spectators. The tongue doesn't have any mercy when it starts licking the harsh surface of Sifjar's vagina, making her moan and wiggle as the mouth of the wolf licks, prods and suckles its insides with accurate exactitude. Sifjar blushes while smiling as her moans relief all the pain coming from the use and abuse of the gropes given by the wolf on her buttocks.)

Sifjar:

*heavily panting in ecstasy* Feels so... good... I love it...

Shiro:

*finishes tasting the rear end of Sifjar* Hmmm... so, you were saving your virginity. Very nice, I'm going to make it worth it for you. *stands up and sticks his body to Sifjar's back, moving up her head so her eyes can only look at his eyes* Who is your master, bitch?

Gunnar:

*outraged* Don't say that, Sifjar!

(Sifjar's open drooling mouth gives a warm smile slowly, willing to answer)

Sifjar:

You are, my lord.

(Suddenly, the doors of the lobby open up with a loud cracking noise. Yolo appears and enters the room, panting and feeling reckless)

Yolo:

General, don't...! *gasps as she watches the show going in front of Gunnar and the Valkyrie squad*

(Sifjar sits on the side of the altar, opening her legs wide as she offers her virginity to the massive demon in front of her)

Sifjar:

*smiling while heavily blushing* I offer you my purity, oh, bringer of doom... let my body hold your breed of outstanding power. Let my unspoiled blood set the beginning of a new era of despair and chaos.

(The insanity begins to fuel Gunnar's mind with the words coming from Sifjar's lips. Yet he cannot only but watched shocked in horror all that show of lewd, infernal sexuality)

Shiro:

*shows up his charged up virility* Lick it, my slave.

(Sifjar nods and starts licking the huge piece of stiff meat of the wolf. She licks, mouths and explores the surface of that unnatural fleshy canine meat between pants of pure pleasure. She really wants to make sure her body will handle it inside her, so she sits again and spreads her legs apart again as in an offering)

Shiro:

And now, for the real deal *grins playfully*

(The cock of Shiro aims between the heated up red labia of Sifjar, ready to rock her world out)

Sifjar:

Wait, my lord... *turns around, setting herself in all four legs* Your kind prefers it like this, right?

Shiro:

Good girl... *grabs Sifjar's hips with a firm grip of his huge hands*

(Sifjar lets the wolf take her, and so he beings to push his long maleness inside her tight virgin hidden place. She trembles nervously, as her tight heated walls try to fight against that huge ram from a 7 feet tall wolf, but she starts to feel wet inside, so the insertion is sudden but easy. Sifjar moans with her eyes opened wide, feeling how that rod of meat starts to drill her insides and separating her walls with ease. With its size, the penis reaches her unveiled hymen, as the wolf feels it by poking it with his tip)

Sifjar:

So... big... I...It's going to tear me apart, my lord. Please, have mercy.

Shiro:

*lifts up Sifjar's laid upper half and sticks her back to his chest* Too late...

(Shiro gives a harder push to collapse and rift to pop Sifjar's cherry. Sifjar closes her eyes as she screams for pain in a second, and soon, the pulsating drilling member inside her runs a little stream of blood from her snatched away virginity. Her most safe precious treasure had been taken out)

Sifjar:

*Cries* Noooo... my lord... it hurts... don't go further...

Shiro:

Hmmm... interesting, you look deeper than you are. Were you lying to me, Sifjar? *hands into her tattooed rune glyphs* what are these?

Sifjar:

It says... "Let my body overtake the fertile rod of a Garmr. Let my body be compatible to his seed. Let my body be strong enough so I don't die with their reckless passionate sex..."

Shiro:

Ooooh... and you want me to pull out? That's not what your body says...

Sifjar:

Please... go further... *becomes deluded by the pleasure taking over the pain* I want you inside! Give me your children! Let me marry you! Let me... let me be your bitch...

Shiro:

Atta girl... *gives a warm grin and kisses her mouth*

(Shiro gives a nice, powerful hump from his hips, letting the whole surface of his now totally hard, pounding cock get inside Sifjar thanks to the virgin blood lubrication. Sifjar feels how her belly starts to bloat with the size of that thing, as her vagina has been extended to fulfill one of the orders of the runes. As the base of the cock touches her labia, rebounding by such force, Sifjar's moans and pants become strong and harder)

Sifjar:

*sweetly asking* My lord, please *moans* take me like the dirty bitch I am now for my kingdom. Let them see how you are the superior race...

(Shiro begins to hump Sifjar's body with his hips. She can't stop feeling her belly contracting and fighting that wolf inside her, and her mind cannot control all that pleasure bombing all her senses to the max. The tip of the male rod soon starts to touch the cervix, forcing for the walls of Sifjar to relapse and collapse quickly, as she craves more for pleasure. She pants like crazy, as the huge mass of that wolf is pleasing her in many ways possible, so she releases her first orgasm ever, causing a huge gushing drop of fluids coming from her vagina. The friction becomes smoother then, as the wolf is bale to push harder and quicker into the stoat's anatomy)

Sifjar:

Yes... I love it... I want more... give me all!

Shiro:

*groans due to the physical effort, grinning heavily with his teeth totally showed up* Ngh... I'm going to cum... get ready...

Sifjar:

Don't even dare to pull out, please... I want your puppies, oh lord Shiro of the Garmr...

*Shiro growls loud and his member soon shoots a round of pre-cum into Sifjar's full-heated oven. She feels the liquids pouring into her womb, but she feels it's not enough*

Sifjar:

Huh? Is that what *pants* my lord has to offer?

Shiro:

Just you wait...

(Sifjar's eyes then open wide, as she feels something at the outer side of her crotch. The base of the canine cock starts to swell, locking her up with the Garmr wolf. The seal is so tight, when she tries to pull out, the pain becomes in the craziest and most intense of pleasures. As she is knotted up, the pulsating member ejaculates deep inside her, filling her womb with a massive amount of wolf semen. The flood of such is so hard, her womb soon starts to puff up while releasing two eggs to be fertilized. Her belly starts to grow until she looks a fully pregnant female.)

Sifjar:

Oh, Freya, goddess of love and fertility, make this litter healthy, I beg you...

(The overwhelming amount of seed makes the two untouched eggs of Sifjar being massively taken by the invasive spem of Shiro. They are instantly fertilized, and soon the flooding sperm try to help down the fertilized eggs stimulate their growth, reach the womb and attach to its walls. Soon, the body of Sifjar goes into motherhood mode, as her senses feel the new lives she is about to shelter inside her. She gives a nice lovely warm smile to the wolf, as she didn't expect all that pleasure and happiness from their plan. As soon he is finished, Shiro handles over a soft plug to put into Sifjar once he pulls out his member from her. When he sets Sifjar free from his massive male organ, he secures the seal inside her so her bloated belly keeps still for the enjoyment of the eyes of the couple)

(Shiro gives a nice grin while releasing Sifjar, who turns around and hugs him, giving a cunning laugh while rubbing herself against the body of Shiro)

Gunnar:

*growling in anger* W...What is this? Did he... possess you?

Sifjar:

*frowns while yelling at Gunnar* We were acting, father. After all this time, you shall see a new race being born. I love Shiro, and you have watched my... forbidden love to take place and crush your lifetime plans. Don't you think so... my lord? *glances at Shiro*

Yolo:

*shouting mad and angry* Why you demon bastard...? How dare you to use her up for your fun and lust like this? I... I wanted her to be mine! To bear my children! But you... *growls soft while restraining herself*

Sifjar:

*comes closer to Yolo, her guardian* Yolo... I knew you wanted that all along, but I was too young... and you weren't as strong as my brother Sigurd. Shiro fulfilled all my requirements, but you know what? I shall always remember you as my teacher and guardian. *offers her belly to touch it for Yolo*

(Yolo seems speechless as she touches Sifjar's belly with warm tears in her eyes, sobbing but with a soft smile as her Jaguar pride, yet hurt, seems pleased to see her protected safe and happy)

Gunnar:

I HAD ENOUGH! Valkyries, seize these traitors and execute them immediately!

(Gunnar suddenly gets slapped on the face by Godiva, one of the huge members)

Godiva:

Shut up, you old prude! Treating our boss like your toy...

Rika:

As a trade for a higher privilege, disgusting!

Nelli:

Creep.

Björk:

Idiot.

Frida:

You are worse than the demons we fought!

Gunnar:

*growling in anger* Then I shall finish both of you... in here!

(Shiro laughs subtly. Gunnar unsheathes his saber and charges toward his newly pregnant daughter and the huge enemy wolf. Shiro takes a deep breath and howls, as his body beings to grow in its size, right up the double the proportion it was from his natural one. The now 15 feet tall wolf steps close to Gunnar, who stops as he sees the huge wolf completely naked coming towards him. Shiro grabs the father of Sifjar on one of his claws)

Shiro:

Scram! *throws Gunnar away to the main corridor and returns to his normal size again*

(Gunnar, intimidated by such demonic creature, flees through the palace, cowardly. The Valkyrie squad surrounds Sifjar, all happy to see the puffed up belly of Sifjar, while they seemed touched by the life that is breeding inside her. As Shiro approaches the "herd" of female stoat soldiers, the girls walk close to Shiro and somewhat begin to praise his body)

Gerd:

You know... I was asking if you could... you know... had some times with us too... *blushes shy*

Shiro:

Oh well... I had reinforcements for this.

(Shiro whistles with his lips, and then 9 strong wolves, of different shapes and sizes, but very attractive, appear from the shadows of the lobby. It's the Garmr shadow troop 5th squad)

Shiro:

I had called them out just if anything went wrong. They are all yours, girls. *offers the males to the stoat females*

(Sifjar's friends get picky on which male to choose, until they end up pairing well. They leave the lobby all hugged and talking to each other, yet the mating season isn't over. Sifjar and Shiro stay on the lobby. Shiro looks at Sifjar, then she kisses him on a cheek. The wolf caresses the filled naked belly of Sifjar, and so, they kiss at each other)

(Some months later, in a village of Garmr, Sifjar is already well pregnant, with her huge belly bouncing with two healthy female cubs, growing from their mother. Shiro is meanwhile working at home, which is a forge now. As he works as a blacksmith, Sifjar sneaks up from behind and covers his eyes with her hands, surprising him)

Sifjar:

Who is this? *giggles happy*

(Shiro smiles, puts Sifjar's paws away, turns around to see her and both give each other a romantic kiss)

Sifjar:

*blushing happy* So... want more fun tonight, my lord? *winks*

Shiro:

Of course, my lady

THE END

© Shiro Uzumaki, 2012

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