wolven warrior greentext
Story by Bizmass on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description.
By: multiple anons
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> Everyone thinks you and the big bad wolf hate each other
>Well yeah, the two of you USED to hate each other, but now?
>They are just confusing the sexual tension between the two of you that is so thick it is physically visible in the air with anger
> You hear rumors that your wolf rival is in the area and got himself into troubles as usual
> you manage to meet him just in time to save him from bunch of villainous she-wolves
>He says that he would take care of himself without your help, but thanks you for saving him anyway
>"Hold on" you say to him " When did I say that I will untie you"
"S-Sir, we need to send reinforcements to knottingham immediately!"
> "What? I can't believe you and Sir Anon weren't enough, what happened out their soldier?"
> " That's just it, sir! We managed to find Sir Northstar but the fiends had tied him up! Sir Anon sent me to guard the building but then I heard Sir Northstar howling and screaming from the inside! I tried to get in, but the door was barricaded and Sir Anon wasn't responding!"
>" O-oh. So then they finally..."
>"Should we send in a battalion, sir?"
>" Err...no need, soldier, they are going to be fine. More than fine."
>"B-but...!"
>"Bloody hell, you're a naive one... you've seen how those two look at one another right? Don't make me spell it out..."
>Those out of the loop are thinking their rivalry has escalated
>everyone steers away from the training hall when they step in
>those inside with them quickly leave because of intensivity of their sword clashing
>when everyone leaves the fighting sounds even more intense
>Funiture creaking, moans, howling, grunts, etc.
>they both leave almost a hour later
>they really seem to hate each other
>some have even seen clawmarks on Sir Anons back
>That was how this whole thing had started, after all...
>When the unsuspecting Sir Anon managed to defeat the fearsome wolf in a contest of swords, despite the seemingly insurmountable challenge
>It had lit a furnace of competition between the hearts of you two, and while the flames of passion had come to find a place within as well, both of you still had the fierce, undismissible desire to fight
>To WIN
>His strength and speed were incredible, his offense absolutely relentless
>If you yielded even an inch he would force you to the ground, panting from physical exertion and desire, as he would claim you by rite of victory
>But you were not a free victory for him, oh no
>the skills that let you defeat him the first time were still there, and only getting better with practice
>Your defensive stance was unmatched, practically unbreakable some days, and you had an almost preternatural ability to read his movements and intentions
>if there was even a hint of hesitation, if his strike was off by even a single degree, you would deftly parry and unleash a fierce riposte.
>Using his weight against him [ one of the disadvantages of being digitigrade: a comparative lack of stability while forced to defend, he would tumble to the ground, and it would be YOUR turn to indulge in HIS body at your whim leisure
>Every fight made the flames burn hotter. Your "sparring" sessions became more and more frequent, as well as more intense
>Those who had not yet keened in on what was going on between the two of you beginning to worry you were going to kill each other
last of these from me, oi swear on me mum
>Of course, hearing rumors of " the two strongest knights in the entire battalion are literally trying to kill each other every 4-5 days" was a little upsetting to the brass
>They ordered the two of you in and dressed you down [no, not literally], banning the two of you from sparring and assigning you two to different posts
>Fuck. You were certain you were gonna crush him next fight too
>AND they assigned him to a nice border patrol while you're stuck back at camp doing bureaucratic horseshit. Cunts. I guess they forgot that last time YOU had to save HIS ass...
>Time goes creeping forward as it is often wont to do
>And speaking of his ass, you're starting to miss it. And his warm, soft fur. And his voice. And fighting with him. And his strong arms pinning you down or holding you close. Aaaaaand his pretty wolf eyes. Maybe even his cock
>Damn, you've got it for him worse than you thought.
>So when the horn blows at the garrison gate, signaling that they've finally returned [FUNKINGTOOKYOULONGENOUGHASSHOLEWHATTHEHELLWEREYOUEVENDOINGTHATMADEITTAKETHISLONG-], you thrown on your armor, grab your sword, and book it to the mess, predicting that's where he'll be
>Right on the money, he's there. A sight for sore eyes
>the words on his tongue die instantly as he notices you and locks gazes
>So does the raucous din of the mess hall as they see you two wordlessly staring each other down. You could hear a pin drop
>He's looking at you with a perfectly halfway between "fight me" and "fuck me"
>Yes to both, thanks
>In and instant he's up and the two of you are practically sprinting to the armory training deck
>Pretty much the whole mess is following you two, and you can make out conversations to the tune of "oh my god dude, you have to come see this, its going to be insane"
>Damn right it is
>You've had the last two and half months to recover from your intense fight and fuck sessions and you are PENT up
>The two of you waste NO time, the second he's got his armor back on he's coming at you swinging
>You can barely spare ant attention on it but you've attracted on enormous crowd ad you think they might even be side betting
>The two of you fight like you're possessed, and the crowd is loving it. Between the clashing of your blades and the cheering, the entire town is going to be up at 2 AM at this point
>Also, your commanding officers are going to kill the two of you but your penis DEMANDS that you duel
>The duel drags on as neither of you can establish a decisive edge
>The two of you are pushing each other further than you ever have before and the exhaustion is starting to show. His rush-ins and retreats are becoming more sluggish, and absorbing his blows is becoming extremely tiring on your body and sword
>You're dripping with sweat and he's very audibly panting as he retreats from his latest rush. Your eyes lock and you can tell this next engagement will be the last
>He lets out a primal roar that you've never heard out of him before, it sends shivers up your spine as you raise your last defensive stance
>Your blades collide one last time and a flurry of sparks fly
>And FUCK this is bad...! He must have put EVERY ounce he had left in this one...! Y-you're not gonna be able to hold!
>But just as your poor, battered body gives out and let's go of your trusty blade, so too does his, and he comes toppling forward on top of you, knocking you to the ground under him, with your swords clattering off to the side as if to say "screw this I'm out"
>The two of you just lay there, panting and in agony, for what feels like forever
>Well it would be agony, but it feels so nice just to feel his fur and breath on you again...
>He manages to lift his head and mutter out "Haaaahhhh...haaaahhhh...m-missed you... ahhh-ahhhnon...l-love you..."
>You are so tired that if you say anything you will literally die, so you instead place your lips on his and pass out
>the complaints to the king became too much for the king
>he knew what was up but he didn't want to deal with there fights
>he ordered only you two alone to occupy one of the border keeps
>for outsiders it seemed like you were sent to some remote place as a punishment for misbehavior
>in reality it was his way to say "get a room you two"
>the keep was quite fancy and the surrounding lands beautiful
> the kings was also kind enough to send you regular supplies including good food and fine wines
>of course, you two upkept your training routine and fulfilling your daily duties to his majesty.
>most of the days ended with both of you embracing each other on the rug in front of the fireplace.