STORY - The "Wargy" Part 3

I hope you've been enjoying the story so far, there's two more parts of it which will be posted on the 14th and the 17th as I get closer to finishing the patron reward portraits and prototyping the next game I've been working on. Thank you for staying tuned!

And Now for Part 3 of the Wargy, penned by our dear Malic.

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Down went the potion. A thick throat coating liquid which dripped slowly off the chin of Slithus’ assistant. At this Slithus simply grinned and silently began to pack his things. Such a flippant response worried the servant. Such worry became all-encompassing to him as he dropped to his knees and began to cum. It would not stop, he could not stop.

“You seem to be having quite the overload,” teased Slythus with a playful shake of the emptied out bottle.

“What did you...gah! What did you do to me!?” moaned the blissed-out wolf as he emptied himself pitifully into the growing pool surrounding him.

“You see, my faithful fetcher, while the rabbits may desire to keep their city and the wolves might desire to usurp their hold and take the lubricant factories for themselves, I have far more lofty goals in mind,” said Slythus.

The sly serpent Slythus finished his packing and paid the wolf little mind beyond that, stepping around the sticky mess that he had become only so as  to leave the cum flooded field lab. He had a date with a priestess to attend to, and nothing would stand in the way of his task. Except perhaps a little personal fun.

The battle was on its way, Slythus could taste it on the air as the wolves charged forward. The sharp roar of paws padding across underbrush echoed all about as he watched the army charge. Wolfsbone had made Othgar rush things, and now his army was struggling to catch up to his recklessness. Stragglers dotted the area.

Slythus regarded the late portions of the army as they scrambled to join into the fray and save face. It was here that an entertaining notion entered into Slythus’ mind. An appeal of semi discovered betrayal. He yearned desperately to reveal his schemes to a last-minute member of the newly organized rear battalion. The punishment he knew these sexual soldiers could bring against him was delightful. Enough to get his twin cocks flaring away.

“You there, wolf,” said Slythus to the last of the stragglers.

“Did you mean me archmage?” said a particularly lean soldier.

“Yes, you, I have an important message for you to deliver to Othgar on the front lines,” said Slythus, approaching the eager awoo at haste.

The rest of the wolves had joined up with the army at large. The field surrounding Mince’s city was flooded with them. In the woods only Slythus and the soldier he called over remained. As well as the assistant who’s muffled moans failed to warn the fellow wolf of what the snake had in store for him.

A proud and throbbing column of soldiers had been erected before the gatehouse topped with a giant stonework rabbit’s tail. All of them stood tall before this majestically crafted rear end just as the drawbridge rose up to cover the entrance. It left little to the imagination. Slythus regarded the battlefield briefly with a grin, all was going as planned.

“What is it sir?” said the wolf.

“What is what? Oh, right, the message,” started Slythus,” I want you to tell Othgar that the entire war is a ploy by the Priestess Cassandra and I to siphon off all the exerted lust energy from both armies. The raw erotic pleasure will be harnessed to imbue each of us with a divinity of our very own. We have been planning this for years, and everything is going as we have schemes.”

“Oh….okay…” said the wolf, struggling to come up with how to respond.

All at once the snake was upon him. Wide eyes the hissing kiss was an all to overwhelming thing for the wolf to struggle against. Slythus was an adept Lust Combatant, moving his snout in time with the wolf’s so that he might always be struggling to swallow serpent tongue. The wolf could scarcely muster up the nerve to grip at Slythus’ duel shafts before succumbing to the artful tongue fucking he was receiving. Whimpering, the wolf fell to his knees and came. 

“A pity,” said the serpent standing over his well-spent snitch,” I was hoping you might reveal the plan. The punishment you all could have provided me would have been simply delightful. I suppose I’ll have to settle for godhood instead.”

“W...wait…” whimpered the wolf, but the snake had already moved on.