Gold Tier Story - Roll for Initiative (Patreon)

The Thorned Rose was quite famous in the small countryside of Elandale, one of the final resting stops before the treacherous path that took merchants into forest and deep into the caves that held the industrious dwarves. Oftentimes adventurers would wait eagerly for the approach of caravans that sought protection through their journey that met on the opposite side of the mountain rich from the jewels and metals the dwarves would trade for exotic fruits and lumber. Tonight was the last night that the allegiance of adventurers would continue together. The Fang Swords as they had called themselves after the largest member, a lupine fighter, had managed to deflect a sword with his teeth and mauled the assailant. It was a small party, a fighter at the helm, a bard, a cleric, and a thief. The bard and cleric had almost been immediately recruited by a travelling caravan while the fighter simply wanted to enjoy the fruits of his journey for a little while before taking more work once more.

It was a basic rule of life to never truly trust a thief. Honor was hardly part of their mantra and if anything they should have realized that when they teamed up with her. It wasn’t like she was even jilted of a fair payment, in the deepest recesses of the moonlit night the glinting jewels of her bounty shined their prestige as boldly as the diamonds on a noblewoman’s neck. It was simply principle that she be entitled to a little more of a share than the others, she reasoned to herself.

The bard had been the easiest to collect from, his stash of gold practically flaunted at the hip and while she wasn’t cruel enough to steal every coin she greedily pocketed more than a small sum of his share. The cleric was another story, while Irisa didn’t necessarily believe that every god was the personal devout guardian angel, the female cleric had a habit of making miracles happen. As such Irisa was careful to tip the Dwarven Goddess with a couple of coins she’d pocketed that evening before helping herself to some of the sacred gemstones that had been awarded to her former partner. 

The last on the list was Wilhelm, she almost felt guilty for the prize she sought from him but it was actually his fault if she thought about it. In the treasure room of their last adventure together they had all crammed their bags full of various trinkets and items, of course Irisa pocketed the daggers but Wilhelm had managed to find a map… a precarious map that she could read, that she could see with her enhanced and trained trickster sight. None of the others could make it out but Wilhelm claimed it for his own much to her dismay. 

She couldn’t tell him why she wanted it, that would defeat the whole purpose of them breaking up on this last expedition together. Her plan was to find another group, one that hadn’t become immune to most of her swarthy greedy tricks, and use them to investigate the dungeon for secrets while she alone knew the true pathway. But Wilhelm, this lupine fighter with a broad sense of right and wrong would have none of that, he’d make sure they followed her and shared the spoils fairly. 

For that, she had to make sure the map would fall into the correct hands. Hers.

She had made herself scarce that evening, happily hugging and promising reunions with her ‘friends’ as she left the inn to meet in the northern city. None of them had a clue, she watched the cleric and bard from the shadows near the Inn and waited patiently for Wilhelm to fall asleep drunk in the tavern. In their ventures it was a common practice that they would have to lug his massive miserably drunk body up the stairs and drop him off in his room somewhere, not always in the bed given his weight. 

Knowing him he probably wouldn’t even wake up if she turned on a lamplight and fumbled through his belongings with the grace of a minotaur searching through a haystack of silverware. The thought amused her briefly, but she still had her professionalism as a thief and so she slowly used her newfound daggers to pry the lock of the twin-frame windows ajar. Irisa wasn’t a feline but she often fancied the idea of maybe having a spell that would lend her cat’s eyes, maybe off the plunder from the next adventure she would treat herself. It would make sneaking around at night a lot easier.

She noticed Wilhelm, he was asleep, snoring loudly on the floor and facing the doorway. Irisa wore a smirk as she glared around the room and pocketed her new daggers. Eyes focusing to detect the glimmer of light the magical runes emitted. It had to be here somewhere.

He snored.

It was a loud one, she glanced to the side and saw his body heaving upwards then descending as he snored with the annoyingly deep grumble that came at the end. Typical. Her gaze turned towards the dresser where she saw his blade sheathed and hanging against it among the other various items he traveled with. Footsteps bypassed him without consideration, until she felt her leg trip.

Immediately she felt her adrenaline shoot up, did she actually trip over him? She thought briefly as she tried to turn around, her heart pounding from such an amateurish mistake. She had to land softly, and her palms would allow her to roll, if her body would turn in that direction! Why wasn’t it turning?!

“I told you those cat eyes would be helpful.” A deep voice muttered that broke her concentration, her eyes widening as in the dark his eyes were now fully open, “You’d be able to see me a lot easier.” She landed on the wooden floor with an annoying thud of hubris as he snickered overhead. “Remember when you said after we were done together, we’d just be another mark?” His deep voice growled threateningly in her direction with his hand victorious in gripping her ankle. “I knew you weren’t actually joking..” 

“Then you should know not to interrupt me in the middle of my work!” She hissed, her hand swiping in his direction but the glint of her gemstone stopped while her hand slipped free, her other hand moved to attack but his massive palm deflected her own, the opposite dagger twirling to a thump as it landed in the floorboard. “Well..?” She glared up at him as he snarled happily with her dagger held between his teeth, “You going to kill me? A former companion.. your friend?” She practically dared him.

“Ofth courth noh..” He spoke between the dagger, his massive snarling form stood easily almost three times her size, it was why she loved being able to sneak behind him and get advantage over enemies that only saw the wolfman barreling towards them. But now she was on the opposite side of that, and she saw that he no longer wore slacks, only his undershirt that protected his fur and skin from the chafing armor was upon his form and he was closing in on her as he pushed back against her ankle. “I wanth.. sthomthing elth..” 

Her eyes spotted it, the tip of his cock pushing out from his sheath and her eyes glanced upwards to see the lust brimming in his eyes. She swallowed hard, he’d complained that the women of the night in taverns they lodged in didn’t have the stamina to keep up. Now she knew why, her heart was pounding as she felt his body looming over her. His massive legs creeping in as she tried to squirm in retreat only for the pawlm of his hand to catch the back of her head as he maneuvered forwards. He was a fighter, a creature of the barbaric pits that often left scars on combatants, his rough muscled tone standing out in the light that shined from the windows as he pushed his fat canine cock closer until her body was contorted enough to meet it with her lips. 

It tasted salty, thick, her brow furrowed as he continued to push his dick against her with the pointed tip easily smearing pre-cum against her tongue that caused more saliva to form. “Hhhhhghnh..” He growled hotly, his clawtips tracing through her hair and gripping as he continued to push against her head. His massive frame weighing down upon her as he began to peel at her top with his hands revealing her luscious tits underneath that only made his cock throb even harder with excitement. He gave a lurid growl as he pushed further, his fangs biting into the leather before he finally spat the dagger to the side, the sharp metal sticking into the wood halfway deep as his eyes turned back towards her. “Sneaky rogues..” He glowered as his claws teased along the softness of her skin, “Let’s see if you can smuggle this away..” Her eyes widened and in that moment she realized how truly fearsome this wolf was, his length pushing firmly and making her lips part, her mouth stretching open as her eyes widened and tears formed at the sides. 

Her mouth was subject to the thick flavor and straining girth that made her jaw feel like it was going to pop out of the socket at any second. Her hands clenched upon his thighfur bracing herself as he started to pump his hips, his massive frame pushing inch after inch into her tight sucking mouth while plenty of saliva soaked upon his shaft. Her tongue was smothered in the thick masculine flavor of his dick and Wilhelm delighted in the look up on her face as he stared down at her with his fanged sneer. “Think you can handle it..?” He began to raise his palm her blue eyes glaring up at him as she began to work her mouth back and forth upon his length on her own recognizance. “Nnhh.. Yeah.. that’s the stuff..”

It wasn’t that she was disgusted by him.. far from it, she’d always been curious about his canine nature and there had been moments where she’d flirted with the idea of giving in and sharing an evening with him, especially on the occasions where he’d proved to have a few gentlemanly bones in his body. Yet part of her enjoyed his dominance, she loved watching easier girls swoon over him and become one of the many notches in his bedpost, but she never thought she’d be one of them. She almost felt a form of arousal by being taken so easily, her body tingling as her head bobbed upon his length as she worshipped his dick like one of those blonde wanton sluts that Wilhelm had frequently taken to bed..

Irisa never considered herself a sexual creature, she’d had moments of arousal of course and lust like any other, but sucking on fat canine cock wasn’t something she’d expected to do in her lifetime. Even still she did feel a twinge of pride as he gave hot grunts of approving pleasure in her direction, “Nnh.. Yeah.. Work that tongue..” Her cheeks blushed, “You’re so cute like that you know?” His chest began to heave as he stared down at her. Irisa felt her nostrils flare as she pulled her lips back to the tip, her tongue sliding down his length and of her own accord she began to lick against his big fluffy wolfballs. “Mmghh.. Yeah..” Wilhelm groaned, “That’s so hot..” His nostrils flared as her lips kissed upon them trying not to admit that she was secretly getting turned on herself.

His heavy balls definitely had a potent musk to them and as much of a strong flavor as his cock, Irisa had to keep her hands busy by stroking his cock lest they start drifting between her thighs and give in to the idea of letting him have a go at more than her mouth. She was silently thinking about when she would be secluded behind her own doors she was going to dig her fingers in so deep she’d scream and she didn’t care who heard it! Her tongue slathered underneath his sac, spiraling around and drawing figure eights upon his sensitive balls, feeling them with her tongue throb and pulsate as his cock began to drool long thick strands of pre-cum along her face.

“Hahh.. Gonna.. Just..” And then his hand gripped her hair, roughly this time. The way he was so gentle for the few moments as she’d sucked upon his orbs was a far cry to this moment when his muscled pawlm shoved against the back of her head. The full crimson canine cock shoving against the ridged roof of her mouth until it pushed to the back of her throat. Her body stuttering at the sudden lack of oxygen as she was mid-breath when his dick decided to fill her gullet. “Take.. it.. all..” He snarled as he continued to cram his massive wolfcock down her mouth. 

His knot simply couldn’t fit into her mouth, at least in time for his load to come rushing up against the base of his cock. His heavy balls churned as he gripped tighter onto her hair, and gave a sharp jut forwards as his knot smeared against her lips and cum billowed out the tip. It flooded her mouth first, with her lips so full of dick there simply wasn’t anywhere for that massive load to escape to and her cheeks swelled out! “Drink it..” He snarled in command, pushing his hips forwards even further and pulling her head down desperately trying to fit his knot inside as he drooled languidly down his chin. “You know you want to!” He seethed, clenching his teeth as he heard the desperate gulping noises of the captured thief trying to swallow his load as fast as he could deliver it!

It was.. So much. His hand gripping at the back of her head prevented her from pulling back, her eyes shut tightly as wet tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to breathe but his cum was choking her throat and the thief, who had plenty of experiences in holding her breath during tight situations, simply squeezed the entrance to her lungs making all that thick spunk surge down her throat.. But even still it was like a drowning spell had been cast upon her of pure salty thick cum that overflowed her throathole, bringing it up against her tongue until finally her mouth began leaking little streaks of hot sperm. Then she felt something like a burning sensation spill from behind her nose. The final sputter of cum dribbling down her nose as he let out a satisfied grunt, releasing the tresses of her hair from his claws.

Her body was practically limp as she struggled to breathe, but his hands still teased along her form as she looked up at his gaze with a guilty helpless gurgle. “Ghuhlgh.. You.. You win..” She pathetically wiped at her chin with the back of her wrist her entire body drained even though she’d been an almost an inactive participant. Drops of sweat beaded along her brow as he slowly lifted her upright, like enemies with respect upon the battlefield, Wilhelm was always gracious towards opponents who had conceded defeat. He would show her mercy this evening.. Or so she thought. 

She felt like a ragdoll compared to him with his brimming muscles with striations that hardly seemed to strain under her weight. He bent her forwards against the footlocker as she gave a pitiful whimper, glaring back at him with disbelief, “You’re… you’re still hard after all that?” He glowered down at her, his answer clear as day as the tip of his cummy cock began to push against her lips. Her eyes squinting as she bit down upon her lower lip, the same cock that had stretched her jaw was now angling at entry of her pussy and she was terrified.. not of his dick.. but her excitement to it! Her pussy clearly betraying her defiant pouty look as her juices spilled against his length like a squeezed peach. 

Wilhelm had a reputation for bedding girls on their adventures but one thing that had always troubled Irisa was the question of ‘how’ he was able to do so. His massive frame towered over the common human folk of the western continents, sure the female wolves of his species could handle it (or so she’d assumed, she never actually met one), and there were a handful of marewomen that he’d left in an orgasmic tizzy, but Irisa was never able to conceptualize his dick fitting inside a human girl without her breaking. Although now it was obvious that Irisa would learn firsthand how he had managed such a feat, “I.. I..” Irisa pleaded as she looked in his direction, the large wolf snarling hotly. “How are .. are you gonna even fit that thing.. inside?!”

“Don’t worry, Irisa,” Wilhelm spoke calmly as his tip pushed firmly against her folds, “It won’t kill you.. You’ll still be able to walk in a day or so..” The large wolf coaxed her folds with a small push with his pointed tip. “I had this thing enchanted.” He explained ever so casually as the cylindrical girth began to push inside and Irisa felt a shock of pleasure as her vaginal walls began to stretch to accommodate his forceful meat. “Your body will just..” He grunted, “Stretch.. to fit..” His nose scrunched, it was a tight twat for sure. The slender woman giving a sharp moan as she tried to grapple something for dear life. “Just.. one side.. effect..” He let out a deep grunt as his cock plunged inside, fitting itself right to the knot.

“Side effect?!” Irisa called out, her jaw gaping as she suddenly swallowed, “What side effect?!” Not that she could stop him now, and she wasn’t even sure she’d want him to. Her entire body felt warmed like she was being bathed in a hearth-pool, her juicy twat soaking onto his shaft as he began to pull his hips back.

He gave a knowing grin slowly leaning forwards, hunching his back until his maw was over her shoulder. His tongue unfurled and dragged along her smooth skin smearing copious drool along her flesh until he tasted the nape of her neck, “You’ll be pregnant with a litter of wolf pups..” Her heart stopped, her eyes widened, she felt a tightness in her chest of instant arousal at the concept. The brief moment felt like an eternity but then his hips started to rut. 

She couldn’t believe it, this bastard of a wolf was fucking her, and with the intent to breed her! Irisa was a thief through and through, she desired treasures and wealth more than anything, but in the moment his dick smeared itself inside her she started to wonder about the litter of pups he promised her.. Was it his enchanted cock that made her body quiver underneath him.. that made her start to ache for his knot.. to make her start to crave the idea of being knocked up by him.. To be pregnant with his line.. to await his return from adventures and then be bred by him again..? 

His hips moved rapidly, pounding her pussy with his length to where she was simply at the behest of his pleasure, his fat cocktip thumping against the entrance to her womb without reprieve. His knot kissed against her cuntlips smearing her juices against his fat canine cockbulb with his growling overhead rising every time her pussy didn’t acquiesce to his tying bulb. “Don’t worry..” He glowered overhead, spittle drooling onto her flesh, “You’ll be a great bitch for me.. I’ll visit often to see our pups..” His fur stood on end while his pendulum balls swung vigorously and clapped against her clit.

It was too much for her body to handle, her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she felt the overwhelming pleasure of submission start to roil through her body. Her fingertips clenching and her heart pounding, her body seizing up as pleasure overwhelmed her senses. “You.. You.. fucking..” She gagged on her own words, drool spilling down her lip as she gave in and let herself orgasm with the weight of his cock boring down on her. “Basst..arh..nghhh.. Haaauhh..” Her entire body convulsed, her knees buckling as her fingers clenched into the wooden footlocker, her heart pounding rapidly before it felt like it stopped completely. 

But there was more.

“Geht.. ready..” He glowered through clenched teeth as his hips pushed forth with his knot cramming against her cuntlips. The look on her face turning to one of horror as she felt her already stretched out pussy begin to part even further as his massive breeding knot began to push inside with the tip of his length already crammed against her cervix.. How was it going to fit inside?!

“It.. It’s.. It’s not.. gonna fit..” She cried out through her gasping breaths, the whites of her eyes almost shining in the room as she began to cry out even louder as her inner walls and muscles began to make way for his dick to push in deeper… “Oh.. Oh.. Fugh.. Tymora help me..” The thief had never truly prayed to one of the supposed gods of their realm, maybe once or twice when she was surrounded by kobolds, or when she’d tripped over herself to try and pickpocket a local noble.. but it was nothing compared to this moment where she felt like her body was in freefall and might actually die from orgasm. 

It pushed in, and the orgasm that she’d felt a few seconds before was nothing compared to now, her eyes crossing as her muscles suddenly contracted and loosened. Her toes inside those luxurious leather boots scrunched so tight she thought she might break the bones in them for a brief moment… the brief moment she still had thoughts left in her mind. The moment his knot pushed inside she simply became unable to think, the second orgasm her body flooded her with simply wouldn’t allow anything other than pleasure to be felt by her mind. 

“Get.. ready!” His jaw suddenly gaped open as his knot barely managed to squeeze in, her cuntlips surrounding the crimson dickmeat that separated his knot from his sheath, and his bulbous sealing bulge swelling even further tying her to his dick as cum began to flood her insides. His tip welled against her cervix as a hot spray of virile wolf liquid splattered against her wombwalls. “Hhhhaaaahhh..” The wolf huffed, his head then raising upwards as his teeth clenched once more, his claws gripping into her thighs holding her in place as she twitched and spasmed while his cum made her abdomen bloat with his load.

Her body trembled as they both slid forwards onto the giant sized bed, his knot still tied inside her and she was too terrified to even twitch. Without care he let himself rest atop of her form, smothering her in his sweat dripping masculine wolf body. “So.. What is it you wanted anyways?” He spoke down at her as he balanced his body somewhat so that she didn’t simply suffocate between him atop, and the bed beneath. 

“I.. I.. I don’t even know..” Irisa whimpered, her toes still twitching with her legs feeling practically numb and tingling with remnants of female orgasm rippling through her.

…

The next morning Irisa awoke in the bed, her body alone in the massive fluffy cushioned suite with her sore body still wearing the paw marks from his grip. As she dressed herself in a makeshift skirt formed from the bedsheets that weren’t stained with his cum, she couldn’t help but notice her pussy and how swollen it had become. Her gaze kept looking at the mirror at her pussy mound and the odd dotted freckle pattern upon it that she hadn’t seen before.

She took inventory of her possessions, most of her torn clothing rest upon the chair accompanied by her daggers. However most noticeable was the folded ancient looking map on the dresser. Irisa refused to believe that Wilhelm would have been so daft as to relinquish the prized treasure she had been after in the first place. She took it in hand, only to find a smaller slip of paper underneath. It was Wilhelm alright, that scrawled messy penmanship from hands too large to properly balance an instrument. Thankfully he kept his message short and sweet, Irisa didn’t think she’d have the patience to decipher some long-winded ‘thank you and a goodbye’ speech explaining his feelings about their copulation last night.

‘Next time just ask’