Red Bear
Red Bear
Disclaimer: All persons, locations and situations depicted in this story are fictitious and copyrighted to Michael T. Schell 2009 and used with his permission; any similarity to persons and locations in reality are purely coincidental.
Over imposing mountainous terrain an airship, a dull gray blimp flying a flag of white on which a golden coin over a compass is featured as a kind of logo, struggles to stay aloft. Below it hundreds of feet a train armed and armored for battle climbs the steep hills as the tracks begin to ice as it flies flags with a black bear rampart. Approaching the blimp from a higher elevation is a zeppelin, an airship triple the size of the blimp that like the train below is armed and armored and flies the same flags, takes an aggressive posture as its cannons turn to face the interloper.
In the blimp's passenger gondola human and dwarven merchant princes dine in opulence served by cats, rabbits and dogs in glorified wench costumes. One of the dwarves, a blond haired man with a flowing beard and bedecked in a golden chain mail, sits with a red furred grizzly with black hair and gray eyes in an armored greatcoat, black chain mail shirt, black leather breeches, steel knuckled black leather glove-gauntlets and reinforced black leather bots carrying a huge weapon that looks like the forked bastard child of a two handed sword and a mighty spear and/or partisan as well as a sturdy framed backpack. All the passengers are concerned with their safety save for the dwarf with the bear.
"Are we in King Berowalt Smithereen's territory?" One of the humans asks of his companions.
"Not yet, but we're close I think," a gnome answers.
"Calm yourselves, my friends," the blond dwarf says easily. "I, Aaron Goldenaxe will go to try and converse with my brother dwarves. I have business dealings with them in any case. Fenryx, follow me please?"
"Yes, sir," the grizzly says as he rises to join his employer.
"Old Berowalt is getting ever more paranoid it would seem." Aaron conjectures on the bridge between the gondolas. "You may have to travel to his Iron Crown palace alone, Fen."
"I just hope he accepts me as a new hire," Fenryx says evenly. "Watch your step, Aaron, this bridge is swaying quite a bit."
"Yes, I can tell that," Aaron agrees. "You may need to catch me. I don't intend to fall but..."
"I understand," Fenryx with a smirk. "Just get a move on please, it's cold out here. My fur is doing a well but I'd rather not stay out here longer than I have to."
"Good point," Aaron agrees and continues as quickly as it is safe to do so.
In the front gondola the crew are busy making adjustments to keep the airship aloft and hovering. The communications wizard and propaganda officer, a nervous human bard, are trying to placate the dwarven captain of the zeppelin. He's ready to blow them out of the sky on general principal.
"Captain Aguilar I assure you," the human bar in a Prussian officer's uniform says firmly. "We are following the trade winds on a trading missions, I assure you."
"Human merchants, eh?" Captain Aguilar, a brown bearded middle aged dwarf, says. "I haven't received notice to receive you. Take your inferior human..."
"Peace, Arnold!" Aaron says with a comforting smile. "There is no need for such bluster. I have business with your lord and master even if no one else does."
"Goldenaxe?" The Captain asks incredulously then smirk. "What do you want you old skinflint? Do you have that new ursine mercenary ranger mountaineer you promised?"
"He's right behind me," Aaron says as he signals to Fen to come foreward. "Brother dwarf, may I present Fenryx the ursine I told the King about."
"He's big enough," Aguilar says. "Alright we'll teleport two over and then these humans can be on their way."
A teleportation circle appears in the gondola that they the dwarf and the grizzly step in which teleports them directly to the zeppelin. Two smaller battle blimps disembark and escort the merchants away from the borders of their kingdom. Fenryx has to stoop a little as he stands at eight foot seven inches and the chambers are only nine foot tall at their highest as the tallest dwarf rarely tops five feet tall.
"Fortunately for you, Iron Crown Palace was originally built as a giant stronghold." Captain Aguilar states. "The rooms have a full ten foot clearance. Although King Berowalt was thinking of lowering the ceilings. How are you with your non-morphic cousins?"
"Fairly well," Fen says evenly. "Bears can be rather solitary but they treat me as they would any other bear."
"Fair enough,' The Captain of the Storm Vultures says openly. "Time to head for home I'll let you off at Guard Tower Thirteen. Aaron have business to talk over."
"I'll go below then." Fenryx states and does just that.
Once out of earshot Captain Aguilar turns to his friend. "The only way you could have made the old boy happier is if you had found him him a female."
"I know," Aaron says with a smirk, "And I saw him use that cleft sword-spear of his. Our human problem is on its way to being solved."
"Oh?" Arnold asks. "Tell me more."
"Well, I know you know bout seedy dive bars in many human cities," Aaron begins to which his friend just nods. "I was only passing through a way station town called Scarport in the southern peninsula where trains, airships and sea going ships refuel on their way to other places. It was going to be a day or less before moving on so I wasn't about to waste good coin on fancy accommodations and I was dining in a place called the Naughty Genie which had 'other' distractions if you know what I mean."
Wink, wink, nod, nod, say no more non-verbally so the narration goes on.
"Well Fen was in his own booth attended to by a bunny wench when this gang of humans walked in as if they owned the establishment and began harassing any non-human they saw. Which invariably meant me. To his credit, Fenryx took exception to this and started to threaten the hooligans on my behalf. We had not yet been formally introduced to one another so this was an honor for a small giant as he is to bestow upon me. Not willing to abandon their amusement this mob of about twenty humans did their best to intimidate the bear lest he become their sport next."
"I take it our new friend was unfazed?" Arnold asks with a smirk.
"I think he took umbrage but he simply redressed what needed to be redressed on his person, took up his sword-spear," Aaron says with a smirk, "and proceeded to disembowel three of them. Then he issued his challenger for them to leave me alone again. To which about a quarter of their original number drew blades and tried to teach him some manners. But they went down as easily as the first three and none of them could get a mark on him."
"Did the humans get any less belligerent after that?" Arnold inquires.
"More so," Aaron relates. "Two thirds of their remainder took up maces for what they promised would be a 'beat down of a freak' which gave both of us as well as the rabbit a bit of a chuckle. She saunters up to me and attempts to get me to lay odds but I was of the opinion that a team of drunken bullies and farmers would be of little challenge if he was the seasoned mercenary I took him for. One or two of the thugs got in a good lick but about a minute later four fifths of their original number was bleeding and dying on the floor. The remaining four actually did wise up and make an attempt at apology but Fenryx was bleeding from some underhanded knifings and would have none of it. I left there with Fenryx in tow for the King's service."
"He took down twenty humans on his lonesome?" Arnold asks incredulously to which Aaron just nods. "If he's that good I know one or two sky pirates we are in touch with that could use him as a boarder."
While the dwarves are talking about him above Fenryx makes his way through a forest of gears and steam engine apparatus as well as things that seems to be made of crystal that seem to have some sort of wizardly function parts that is so complex and nightmarish H.R.Giger would swoon at first glance. Making his way through paths over, under and on and besides all this machinery with some of the "crystals" turning out to be pale flesh like joints and dials and other sort of control mechanisms that forms faces, male genitalia and nude female humanoid torsos (and torsos only) at random intervals is rather disconcerting to him as he is being careful not to wreck anything. But then he comes across the macabre mistress of all these maddening machinery, a skunkette in armored gray coveralls whose white streaks are actually a very feminine pink, as she is a attending the magical and mundane needs of the mechanical menagerie even as certain pseudo library bits attends to some her needs as well.
When Fen approaches the bio-mechanical tendrils that were playing with her nether regions suddenly strips and holds her fast. Free to do as he pleases Fenryx fondles her breasts while undoing his fly. The skunkette is in equal parts annoyed and amused by his actions.
"Just for my edification," she coos. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"The name's Fenryx, miss skunk," Fenryx answers honestly. "I'm a mercenary that has been at least temporarily hired as a soldier. While I am going to going to be dropped off at Guard Tower Thirteen. From there I don't know."
"Well met, Fenryx," the skunkette says with a smile before moaning in pleasure where Fenryx licks and suckles at her breast. "Oh, yes! I am Morgana one of a few Archaniks working for the Mountain King. Feel free to enter anytime. I attend the magical and mundane machinery for the army and the palace itself."
Fenryx just takes her as Morgana squeals in delight.
"I hope you stay on with us for a while. Fucking dwarves is nice but one of my own kind is better."
He gives her a look of inquiry to which she replies: "We're both beast folk, my dear ursine. King Berowalt has hired a lot of us to supplement this own kind but..." Morgana moans loudly as he takes her pussy with authority while still licking and suckling at her breasts. "We are a minority. Oh, yeah! Right there!" Morgana screams as Fenryx sexually pushes all her inner buttons just right while still attending her bosom with her muzzle. "If you make war as good as you make love, you'll have a long term here in the King's service." Morgana moans in sheer ecstasy. "I know a few girls who will be very happy to see you, Fen. Do you have a mate?" Fen just shakes his head to answer non-verbally as he in too intent on ramrodding his large prick in Morgana's pussy while simultaneously licking and suckling at her tits. "We have no females of your kind, yet, but many other types." Morgana has to moan again as Fen's own cock locks him inside of her prior to cumming. "You're actually our first real carnivore I think except maybe the badgers and wolverines. But some of them were dwarves to begin with. There's a lot of experimentation that goes on around here."
Flying through an aerial gate another zeppelin, one bearing the Golden Eagle of the human nation of Amerkadia, appears below the Storm Vulture now carrying Fenryx. Like the Storm Vulture, the Avenging Eagle is an aerial warship but on a raiding mission unlike defensive patrol the Vulture is flying. Both zeppelins bristle with cannons only the Vulture is in a position to drop boarders upon the invader.
"Storm Vulture Boarding Battalion," a voice announces as Fenryx finishes fucking Morgana. "Report to Drop Zone Two. If Fenryx can hear this he is invited to join the party."
"Sound like I get a chance to earn my keep." Fenryx says with a smirk as he puts his prick back in his pants.
"Go get 'em, Grizzly!" Morgana says with a smile after giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Drop Zone Two is through that corridor." She then points out where he needs to go.
"How far?" Fenryx asks.
"Just follow the path and don't deviate." Morgana orders. "It's straight down there."
"Right," Fen says with a nod and picks up his sword-spear. "I'll have to look for you after I have some fun in the style of carnage."
Morgana just smiles and nods although she also hopes he will survive.
A group of dwarves in beaked helmets turn to look at Fen when he arrives. Fenryx announces who he is which prompts a round of nods from the company of fifty dwarves. Their commander, Sergeant Adrian Talon addresses Fen and his squad.
"Welcome, Fenryx," Talon says sarcastically. "It's nice of you to join us." Then his troops. "Attention! Today we take on an Amerkadian war zeppelin who has violated our air space on an as yet unknown errand."
"I can give you a fairly good guess," Fenryx offers and gets an inquiring glare from Talon that positively dares him to continue and so he does: "Before my former employers decided my upkeep was cost prohibitive I was stationed at a foundry town in occupied Amerkadian territory. Everyone working there was in some part a member of the Amerkadian war machine. Yon airship was built there. I was part of the guard protecting the workers, with the threat of me beating up those that got out of line as a potential disciplinary measure."
"Did you get to...?" Talon asks.
"No, although I did close to it with the one war wizard's daughter." Fenryx admits with all eyes on him. "Wanna hear the tale?" A sea of nods follows to which Fen continues: "She was a recent graduate of the war college of wizardry and drunk on power this afforded her and booze. So she had just gotten a pair of Cetus of Ogre Pummeling and was using it to smash anyone who made a pass at her, which she believed was every male in the room, and when she came to me there were more than a few boys who needed the attentions of a healer including a few fellow beast folk who might have been crippled if she were to be allowed another go 'round I decided she needed to be stopped. So after a quick prayer to the Green Lord for the strength and endurance I knew I would need I took her on. After I did a sweep of her legs I pounced and pinned her to the floor and proceeded to deliver a forehead smash her every five seconds until she went unconscious."
"Did you take advantage of her after she went to the land of nod?" A voice in the crowd asks.
"No, although, I was accused of it." Fenryx admits ruefully. "It may have been a mitigating factor in the termination of my contract. Although there was that one time she was drunk and horny..." Expectant eyes blink at him. "Not now, getting back to the Eagle; She was made to be a bomb dropper with enough explains to destroy whole cities."
"If what you say is true we have no time to waste!" Sergeant Talon exclaims as the doors drop. "If you would be so kind Fenryx leads us to their bomb repository."
"Gladly," Fenyx says grimly as he dons a black and red leather cap with belled tassels which seems like the unholy union of a jester's hat an executioner's hood with red lenses goggles and modified gas mask. Without another word he leaps from the Storm Vulture with a glider parachute attached his backpack. The dwarves follows suit behind him.
The top most turrets try to shoot the boarders down but unbeknown st to many Fenryx wears an arrowbreaker amulet for a reason and lands on the top of the balloon unscathed. Crews of two gunner turrets disembark to try and take out Fenryx armed with swords and maces. Grenades looted from their corpses take care of the three crews which allows the remaining forty-one, including the sergeant, boarders to land safely.
A planted bomb from Fenryx allows access to the look out pagoda on top of the balloon as well as the gondolas below the rough the balloon itself. Human soldiers in light armor challenge the team inside from above. Unfortunately there are only five of them and Fenryx is annoyed, so the fight is short and rather one sided, but Fen does pick up some more grenades which makes him happy.
In another chamber in the gondolas the fight is being observed by three humans, a knight, a monk of the All-Father and a Wizardess of the War College. The Knight and the Wizardess are blond and attractive but the monk wears a steel skull mask. All three recognize the bear and discuss him.
"I thought the order was given to kill this monster." Steel Mask hisses angrily. "The mistake of taking the cub at Shadow Thorn was to be corrected with blood."
"Assassins were sent, my lord," the Knight reports. "A sewer crew found their diced remains in the underground pools of the reservoir of Saint Taliban. What wasn't eaten by alligators that is."
"Usually after a team fails," the sorceress coos in an annoyed tone. "Standard practice is to send better assassins."
"We sent, Magdalena," the Knight counters, "I don't need to tell you what became of her."
"It was the hunt for this beast man that caused her to lose her mind?" Steel Mask asks incredulously. "What did he do to her?"
"Among other things, rape," the wizardess says coldly. "I know how he can be, I fought him enough at Saint Taliban."
"Has her rantings provided anything useful?" Steel Masks asks.
"Not yet, but we still hold out hope." The Knight answers.
"It's a waste of resources but scuttle the Eagle," Steel Mask orders. "Preferably with the freak inside. Golgotha, I leave you with this task. Sir George you're with me."
"Yes, Lord Cheney!" Both of the other two says with a salute.
After the two leave via a teleportation circle, Golgotha turns to the screen and smirks. "It's too bad you could never learn your place and respect your betters with blind obedience, Fenryx, now I have to take you out, instead of taking you to serve me in bed. I have missed my big sex pet."
Invading the enemy's air bladder is easy when you have someone who can warn you of potential dangers as the Vulture squad soon finds out as they follow Fenryx into the bowels of the enemy craft. Scorching steam vents are the Amerkadian's automated method of keeping their air ships afloat as well as a partial defense against invaders. But the hazard of the is easily avoided when you know what to look for and thus the Vulture squad make their way through the balloon unscathed.
Amerkadian regulars, blue leather armor with red leather boots, belts and gloves, a bronze sallet helmet, a yellow Thunderbird on the front and back and red rank badges on their sleeves, await the Vulture Squad on the top of the gondolas armed with partisans. Ten humans versus forty-one dwarves and Fenryx are not an adequate defense. Survivors after the fusillade of bullets the dwarves fire are then slaughtered easily by Fenryx with at least one humaon tossed overboard to fall to his death on the rocks below.
An open hatch is an invitation to trouble as far as Fen is concerned even if the pathetic attempt at defense came from there so after looting the bodies of the human for still more grenades he drops them down the open hatch and everyone waits until after the explosions and the half expected screams of the dying to subside before proceeding which gives the gunners time to reload. Once inside they make a grizzly discovery. Nightmare constructions of huge walker tanks made from the bones of dragons and other huge monsters sit inert with scorpion like claws and cannon tails attached to huge skulls to serve as the cockpit.
The dwarves are flabbergasted as they have never seen such things in their lives but Fenryx just glares. Surrounding him are all too familiar, memories of a better life denied by human arrogance. His mind returns to the raid so many years ago where as a cub he was taken a way and they attempted to return him as a slave.
"What...what are these things?" Adrian asks in amazement.
"Necromechs," Fenryx growls. "So it was Amerkadia and not Necropolis that day. Unless the Amerkadians somehow..."
"Stole them from Necropolis?" A voice behind them calls. Everyone turns to see a tall blond human female in black leather armor with a golden Thunderbird badge on her dominatrix hat and over her heart. "Let's just say we have a secret pact with them. Hello, Fenryx, miss me?"
All eyes are now on Fenryx who answers the unspoken question: "Remember that wizardess I spoke of earlier?" And the chorus of "Oh!" from the dwarves Fenryx addresses Golgotha directly. "Like I'd miss a chest wound. Taking up necromancy are we? Might sense since you are a necrophile, little girl."
"I told you never call me that!" Golgotha screams. "I am Golgotha! Your superior..."
"In posturing and looking like a fool," Fenryx coos as the Necromechs become active. "Really, Golgotha, are you THAT petty?"
"I leave you to your death, pet," Golgotha giggles as she steps out and seals them in.
Five necromechs mill about as Fenryx start unloading fist sized ball bearings from his pack that fill the room. The dwarves take out war hammers while Fenryx takes out an over sized club with plates screwed to it in an octagonal pattern each one etched with a rune that begin to glow. As the dwarves watch wide eyed the runes start to glow green.
Adrian Talon assigns eight dwarves to each mech while he and Fenryx pick a random death machine to work on. In their rush to try and flank the enemy two of each sub squad get caught in the claws of the very thing things they were sent to smash. While those caught hammer away at the claw en capturing them those same claws starts to crush the life of its victim.
Calling on the Lord of the Hunt Fenryx asks for greater jumping power and gets is as his spells is granted by the secret gods of nature he serves as a ranger. Leaping like some two legged jungle cat, Fenryx land on top of the skull and swings his tetsubo with all his might. It connects with the gun tail and shatters it utterly and brings the cannon crashing down on the skull it was connected to.
As all five necromechs crush their victims to death the four that still have gun tails charge their cannons with entropic energy as they aim for Fenryx himself. Not a fool by any stretch of the stretch of the imagination, Fen orders everyone to scatter which is seconded by Talon who was on his way to help Fen. Fenryx jumps clear as four necromechs execute one of their own.
When he lands on the metal flag he strikes it with his club and provide a shock wave effect. The flor buckles but holds for now as the necromechs falter in their footing. But the dwarves saw what Fen was doing and jumped at just right minute to avoid any ill effects.
In fact the dwarves used the oppurtunity to deliver a double force blow to the necromechs. One of the death machines collapses into dust which frees the dwarves attacking it to assault the other three. Fenryx gets caught in a claw after his ground pound attack but the same weapon that shattered a tail can and does fatally crack a claw.
Explosions begin to resound throughout the chamber as the Avenging Eagle commits suicide Fenryx, the dwarves and the necromechs are unceremoniously dumped out of the gondola that falls apart around them. While the necromechs smash into the sides of the mountain, Fenryx, Golgotha, the rest of the human soldiers (about thirty of them) and the dwarves land on the roof of a moving train.
The train question is the Iron Dragon, and its run by the dwarves. Fenryx has switched back to his sword-spear while Golgotha is armed with a scythe is looking like somebody's vision of Death herself. Golgotha is pissed and it shows as her are slaughtered by the dwarves.
What modern day readers will recognize as primitive looking automated cameras float around Fenryx and Golgotha as the dwarves retreat into the train. Deep down inside, Golgotha knows she's beat but she's also determined to take Fenryx with her to the grave. Fenryx himself on the other hand is figuring how fast he can strip her nude, disarm her and then take her.
Golgotha elicits a battle scream as she charges Fenryx with her scythe at her side; Fenryx dodges at the last minute but uses his sword-spear to open up her bodice and expose her breasts. Embarrassed at exposing herself like this, Golgotha just stares at Fenryx in disbelief.
Fenryx blocks her next strike and when he kicks her sway he makes sure her skirt is on his hands and not on her body revealing crotchless black leather parts. Golgotha is humiliated and incensed as she makes a last ditch effort to end the conflict. Her scythe impales itself in the roof of the car behind her as her face registers the classic "Oh, Shit!" expression as she is now completely at the bear's tender mercy.
Pinning her to the roof Golgotha registers humiliation and defeat as Fen licks and suckles her tits. She glares at the cameras as she is violated by Fen's phallus. A part of her is actually enjoying this but she is no way going to let it show to people she was only of a minutes ago determined to kill.
Fenryx takes his time in fucking her, the better to grind into her the fact that she's been beaten as he grinds his hips with hers. Golgotha cries as she is raped but this isn't the first time she's suffered this indignity as Fenryx is the one warrior she could never beat even if she cheated. Fen also fuels the tears as she wonders what is going to happen to her.
Blank as she can make he expression, Golgotha lies as still as she can and just lets Fenryx do what he wants to her. As her body loves what it being done to her parts of her mind is dying. Her eyes roll back into her as she just lets everything go and when they roll back all the color is drained as her world fades to black.
Once Fenryx finishes his climax he has to guide his prisoner in her cell as she is suddenly blind. Kneeling before her conqueror, Golgotha sucks Fenryx off instinctively. This is part submission and part programming she has ingrained in her brain.
Golgotha gets her jailor hard again in rapid order. Fenryx is not sure what is going on but he enjoys the attention. Blindly, mindlessly she gives him head determined to drink his sperm which psychosomatic ally will render her mute like it made her blind.
Fenryx doesn't know this so when later they try and interrogate her no amount of torture will loosen her tongue. Even hearing the whine of circular industrial saws that first threaten and then make her a quadriplegic amputee does nothing to make her talk. The only thing if did do is destroy what was left of her mind.
What was at one time a vibrant human female has become little more than an animal feeding off of pleasure. To protect their secrets the Amerkadian High Command put these measures in Golgotha's mind. As a reward for his service, human fuck toy number thirteen is given to Fenryx as a plaything and only he remembers her original name; she doesn't remember it any more.
While they were breaking Golgotha and trying to interrogate her, Fenryx is formally introduced to King Berowalt Smithereen. Berowalt gets a smile on his face when he sees Fenryx and the two form a fast friendship. In fact the King himself gives Fenryx a tour of his palace as the discuss his duties.
"I've already hear about your exploits on the Storm Vulture and Iron Dragon," King Berowalt says. "While impressive it puts a quandary in place as to how to use your considerable talents."
"That is really your decision, Sire," Fenryx says respectfully. "I am a ranger by training and a mercenary by circumstance."
"Just having you guard me would be a waste of your abilities," Berowalt states. "I'm a warrior by training; my position is a mere accident of birth. But what sort of monsters do you have training to especially fight?"
"Arcanists and their created servants primarily," Fenryx admits. "I was born in the Shadow Thorn and taught to hunt and take down enemy spell tossers first. Later I learned how to deconstruct golems and golemic armor quickly. More as a survival method than anything else and to maximize my demolition skills."
"I think I have found a niche for you then, Fenryx," Berowalt beams. "My palace was built thousands of years ago by flame giants. Eventually they were evicted by frost giants whom we evicted maybe a hundred years ago. But the flame giants left some toys behind that we discover from time to time. So your 'official' title will be 'Royal Wrecker' and I want you to hunt down and deactivate whatever giant playthings are here. If you can avoid totally destroying it..."
"Your alchemists can study it," Fenryx says to finish the thought. "I get what you mean. I'll do my best but in all honesty..."
"No guarantees," Berowalt states. "I understand and appreciate your honesty. We're developing our own golemic armors so I may need you to help test them as well. Do you know enough about Amerkadian tactics to help our instructors develop our own effective counter tactics?"
"Probably," fenryx states. "I saw them being built and tested as well as a few of their drills. Although I may not have seen all the models they have at their disposal."
Berowalt just nods at this as they get to his apartment in the castle. "I hope the accommodations will be adequate for you, Fenryx"
"I'm sure it will be, my liege." Fenryx says graciously.
Upon entering his apartment he finds a raccoon girl snooping about. Her attire is the black leather typical of rogues, thieves, spies and assassins. Amused, he stalks her for a bit before attacking. He manages to catch her off guard and bring her down before she can do anything, she doesn't even scream as he strips her nude afterward.
As it turns out, according to her, she's just curious about the room and in Berowalt's employ but isn't opposed to a good time. She gladly licks and suckles the bear into full hardness as he eats out her pussy while standing up. When he is hard enough to penetrate her folds she lays on a table of stone while he slowly pushes himself inside of her.
The raccoon female lets the bear do whatever he wants to her because he figures he is of a high rank to warrant his own apartment and the fact that what he wants is a good old fashioned fuck. She moans in ecstasy as he takes her slowly and evenly. His member hardens even more within her as he begins to get a little rough, which elicits squeals of delight from her.
Eventually his cock gets sealed in her pussy moments prior to his release of sperm. When this happens he molests her breasts in earnest. After he releases his seed with a roar of pleasure they move into his bedroom where they find Golgotha or what's left of her.
Golgotha is waiting on the bed without a stitch of clothing save for a blindfold over her useless eyes. She looks path it is as she sleeps soundly. Fenryx feels a modicum of pity for her as this is a mere shadow of what she was.
While she is sleeping when he finds her a simple touch, he gropes her breasts, brings her out of that state and has her nuzzling his legs like a cat until she gets to his groin. Letting out a whimper she kinds of implores him to open up his pants but since he's tired he strips nude with the raccoon behind him intrigued. She had had seen this before, the dwarves call it a humbling and it usually ends up making the subject very submissive and with Golgotha this is no different.
After getting undressed Fenryx picks up Golgotha like one would pick up a puppy and with Lilith, the coon, gets between the sheets with Lilith joining them. Under the covers Golgotha begins to lick and later suckle at Fen's spent dick. Fenryx groans in pleasure at this and does the same to Lilith's breasts which she eagerly allows.
Fighting off sleep, Fenryx fingers Lilith as Golgotha performs fellatio on him oblivious of anything else going on around her. Golgotha has to work on it but she manages to get Fen hard again and from there getting him to climax. Promising himself that he'll sleep when Golgotha gets him off again, Fen starts to lightly fist Lilith while he suckles at her tits.
Lilith is smirking as she knows Fenryx can't have much left. When he does nod off she kills Golgotha with a knife and is about to do the same to Fenryx when a thrown ax splits her skull. Fenryx sleeps on as Morgana has her mechanical monster, a nightmarish thing that looks like an amalgamation of an octopus, a crab and a helicopter dragonfly, drag the bodies of the spy and Golgotha to be disposed of while she helps herself to Fen's sleeping morning wood but does her best to be discreet about it.