The wolf and the Lioness - The Winter Lord (Patreon)

Alabard of Farrun, High Rock

“What's this week's loot?” asked the sorcerer arrogantly, while observing the large quantities of gold that had been stolen from the merchant caravans

"10,000 septims, jewelry, clothes, materials and some books," replied another of the bandits, who was looking curiously at an ebony ingot

A rather expensive material that could make exquisite weapons, in the hands of an expert blacksmith

“Since the incident of the red mountain it is not common to see ebony, where did this convoy come from?” Alabard asked curiously

The other just shrugged his shoulders and replied

"Imperial City, the imbecile proclaimed over and over again to be an emissary of the house Mede, he traveled to commission a weapon with the Black Wolf"

Alabard frowned and alarms began to sound in his mind, he knew very well who the Black Wolf was

It was hard not to, after all

A powerful sorcerer who resided in Daggerfall, a high member of the Mages' Guild and an apprentice to the High Sorceress Aralia

Also nicknamed as the Winter Lord, for his terrifying talent and power with frost magic

A fearsome enemy who, in the service of the crown of Daggerfall, had exterminated hundreds of bandits and robbers in the region

There were rumors that Princess Arinna herself was madly in love with him and that she had offered him a thousand wonders to marry her, although there was no way to confirm such rumors

However, his talents were not limited to simply that

Although his magical prowess was impressive and terrifying, his extraordinary skill as an arcane blacksmith was what really caught the attention of all the noble houses of Tamriel, including the arrogant Talmor Altmer

Even the Imperial house, it seems

"If he really was an imperial emissary, it was imprudent to carry out the robbery, we could attract too much attention," said the sorcerer with some concern

"Relax, Alabard, do you think the imbecile was really an imperial emissary? Most likely he said that to prevent robbery." At those words, the rest of the bandits laughed loudly, while playing with a peculiar earring, one that Alabard recognized

The symbol of the Septim family...

And then, the bad feeling increased, for some strange reason, Alabard's instinct told him that he was in danger

However, before he could do anything, the ruins of the castle where they were located trembled, with so much power that everyone present in the ruined tower fell to the ground

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” roared a Red Guard, one of the newest members in the group

Alabard, looking up at the ceiling with concern, replied

"That was the wards, being completely destroyed," the fear evident in his voice

Suddenly, the tower shook again, at the same time that screams began to be heard from outside, saying words that terrified everyone present

“IT'S HIM!! IT'S HIM!!!” Screams of agony and utter terror began to be heard, at the same time that the symphony of death was present in the desolate ruin and a cold extreme began to frost the walls of the tower

Terrified, the rest of the bandits began to look around like lambs, waiting for the butcher

"WHAT MAGIC IS THIS? WHERE DID THIS POWER COME FROM?” asked one of the youngest, a young Nord, who held his axe with trembling hands

Alabard quickly generated a layer of flames to cover himself from the cold and prepared lightning in his hands, he had dealt with mages before, and if the Winter Lord wished to fight, he would grant it to him

however, why was he so nervous?

Within a few minutes, the shouts from outside ceased completely, at the same time that the tower trembled synchronously, as if something huge and heavy was slowly approaching its position

"HE'S JUST A FUCKING MAN, READY! ARCHES TO THE DOOR!” ordered the Red Guard with bravado, since Alabard could see how his hands trembled with terror

Suddenly, the huge armored door shook, as if something huge had hit it from the other side, frightening the rest of the surviving bandits

“PREPARE!” Roared Alabard, who watched with suspicion as the heavy and reinforced hinges of the door, gave way a little with each hit

However, to everyone's surprise, the knocking stopped, just as the doors were about to give way

The younger pair sighed with relief and walked over to the door, while the rest, with the exception of Alabard and the Red Guard, began to laugh

“THE FAMOUS BLACK WOLF RAN WITH HIS TAIL BETWEEN HIS LEGS HAHAHA”

“FUCKING COWARD!”

It was the screams that sounded all over the room, from stupid people who thought they were safe

However, as soon as the pair of approached the door, something terrifying happened

Two huge arms, as big as a fucking troll, went through the weak door, grabbing both bandits by the head and, before the terrifying gaze of the rest of the crowd, crushed them with ease, as if they were a couple of grapes

The rest of the door gave way, giving way to a fucking colossus, at least four meters high, made entirely of ice, with an ethereal and magical glow

And Alabard, as a sorcerer, could not help but respect the magical mastery of the attacker, what he observed was not an atronach, he did not possess the classic stench of the beasts of oblivion, but a construct on its own

Something that only a talented conjuration sorcerer could create

However, the rest of the bandits cared little about the technical complexity of such a colossus and, like the uncultured apes that they are, they threw themselves against the imposing being with sword in hand

The mighty frost titan modified his hands, the ice fingers joined, creating huge maces that the construct used to easily decimate all the other men in the room

And then, Alabard saw him, sheathed in imposing armor, with a silver glow and a brilliance that betrayed the enchanted nature of it, one of his hands shone with frost magic, with an intensity that Alabard had never seen before, and in the other he carried an elegant silver sword, with a beautiful hilt and lethal edge,  it shone with a soft magical glow and contrasted with runic clusters so complex that Alabard was unable to comprehend the function

And then the lord of winters spoke, a soft whisper that shook the walls of the ruins

"By order of King Gothryd, you are ordered to lay down your weapons and surrender unconditionally," said a young male voice, much more than expected

"KILL HIM!" was the only response of the imbecile Red Guard, who looked with desire and envy at the beautiful armor and sword of the young sorcerer

More than twenty men rushed at the young warrior with lethal intent, so stupid that, for an instant, they ignored the presence of the mighty frost titan

The black wolf took his sword with both hands and the runes of it activated, glowing with a terrifying glow and releasing an aura of frost, the young warrior danced among the bandits with lethal mastery

A cut, a death, moved at a stupid speed and the damn sword pierced through even the deadliest of armor like butter, Alabard watched in terror as the blade made a perfect cut in the young Nord's torso, splitting him in half, including his iron armor

The red guard wanted to take advantage of the distraction and attack from behind, however, the powerful frost colossus intervened, using its huge arms to send the man to the ground and mercilessly, crush his skull with its huge legs, in a matter of seconds

In the end, Alabard was left alone, terrified and watching with trembling hands as the imposing figure of the Winter Lord walked towards him with all the calmness in the world

As if he hadn't torn two hundred bandits apart in one fucking day

"You're not attacking, it means that, unlike the rest of these stupid people, you have brains, so, in the name of King Gothryd, you're under arrest," said the sorcerer casually, still with his sword drawn and ready, in case Alabard did something stupid

Which would not happen of course, so I simply raise my hands in submission

In an instant, a blue glow enveloped Alabard completely, before unconsciousness reached him

He would wake up some time later, in Daggerfall Castle

Jon Snow, at the same time

Jon looked at the mediocre wizard taken prisoner, now transformed into a small rat and paralyzed for ease of transfer and simply sighed

At first, hunting bandits was exciting and inspiring, however, during his year in Daggerfall, as a member of the wizard guild, it had become boring and tedious

Too mediocre and weak to represent a challenge

To be fair, few things posed a challenge for Jon, with Ciri and Aralia usually being the exceptions

 Jon sighed and looked at his construct, Mark was curiously watching the bandit corpses

"That would be all dude, it's time to change," Jon ordered, looking at one of his greatest arcane creations

Mark shone brightly, at the same time that his body changed from a powerful and imposing magical colossus, to a friendly and huge guard dog, who began to bark and approach Jon, looking for cuddles

Laughing, Jon stroked him, as he answered

"I'll investigate the area, usual procedure," Jon ordered, at the same time as he moved among the ruins looking for things of value

Gold, jewelry, metals for forging, or magical artifacts

Jon found a great loot, more than fifteen thousand septims, countless jewels, some valuable metals and interesting books, a good day of hunting

However, one of the scrolls caught the young warrior's attention, it was a message, addressed to King Gothryd, coming from the emperor himself, apparently, it was among the stolen belongings of the emperor's emissary

"So, King Thorygg was killed, Ulfric Stomcloak rose up in rebellion against House Mede," Jon said with a sigh at the troubling news

More problems apparently

Jon emerged from the ruins, where his beloved horse was waiting placidly for him

"It's time to go, boy," Jon said, as he stroked the steed and set off back to the city, with all the spoils of the fight and dangerous news for the king

In addition to a long wild sex session with his lioness and their pets

Jon began to run on the back of his horse at the same time that a blue aura enveloped the legs of the imposing steed, allowing him to move much faster, a spell of Jon's creation, of which he was more than proud

Next stop, King Gothryd's castle

And Arinna's attentions

Rey Gothryd, Daggerfall, two days later

"Your grace, Thane Jon is back," the champion informed formally, waiting for authorization for the powerful and famous Winter Lord to enter the hall

"Come in, I want to know if he found anything interesting," ordered the monarch, who could only sigh as he saw how his beloved daughter straightened her back and stuck out her chest, waiting for the arrival of the young Thane with evident desire on her face

The palace doors opened, as Jon's towering image slowly walked toward the throne, proud and powerful

The bearing of a King

When he reached the throne, the young man bowed his head in respect, but did not bend his knee

Something that Gothryd respected and hated in equal parts

And then, the young man spoke

"King Gothryd, the bandits' camp was destroyed, the ruins cleared," said the mighty young man, at the same time that, from his bag, he took out a small rat, to the curiosity of the whole court

The young sorcerer's hand lit up with a blue glow, at the same time that the little rat transformed into a man, a wizard, betrayed by the blue robe he wore

"This man was the only one who surrendered, I imagine you wanted to interrogate him" Jon said

Gothryd gestured to his captain to handcuff the sorcerer and send him to the dungeon, who began to scream for mercy as he was dragged by the knights of the city into the castle, where he would probably never see the light of day again

"Excellent work, the payment, as usual, will be sent to your estate," said the king, causing Jon to nod elegantly, as a sign of respect

"However, there is something else," Jon said, taking a scroll from his robe and using telekinesis, he levitated it towards the monarch, who took it curiously 

"All right, father?" asked Princess Arinna, seeing that the monarch's countenance had become completely serious

Sighing, Gothryd replied

"Torygg is dead, killed by one of his Jarls, Skyrim is in civil war"

Murmurs of concern and suspicion began to be heard throughout the court, with the exception of the king and Jon himself

"Thank you for your services, Jon, you can leave," ordered the king

The Winter Lord nodded respectfully and walked out of the throne room gracefully, ignoring the Lords' whispers of envy and the ladies' appreciative glances

However, just as Jon approached the huge throne gates, the herald opened them again, this time letting in an Imperial general, escorted by a pair of legionnaires

Without giving it much importance, Jon continued on his way, at the same time that the doors closed again, with the imperial emissary inside

In his mind he had more important things to do

How to celebrate with his lioness, for example

Cirilla, Wolf Estate, Outskirts of Daggerfall

"Do you want anything more, my Lady?"  asked one of the young commoners in Jon's service

"No, my dear, you can leave," ordered the princess with a sigh of pleasure, at the same time enjoying the elegant and magical bathtub that her beloved wolf had built

It had been over a year since they had come into this world and frankly, Ciri was in no hurry to leave, to be honest she was really comfortable here

She had wealth, she had adventure, and she had a lover with a big cock, a vigorous and powerful one

Her Beloved Wolf, her Beloved Winter Lord

Her owner, Ciri thought, shuddering, as she remembered the first time Jon had taken her

The beautiful woman's gaze was directed to her leg, where there was once a tattoo of a rose, it had been replaced by the powerful and imposing dire wolf, with black fur and blue eyes, a physical representation that Ciri was Jon's woman and bitch

And by the Gods how she enjoyed when Jon fucked her like the cheapest of whores

On the advice of the old blacksmith, Jon specialized in arcane blacksmithing, earning so much money that, in just over a year, he had become one of the most important craftsmen and sorcerers in Tamriel

Noble houses from Allinor to Morrowind visited him, begging for the Black Wolf's services

Needless to say, Ciri lived in total luxury, going on adventures to hunt bandits and beasts, sometimes alone, sometimes with her man, but always having a home to return to

It was a beautiful feeling, something she thought she would never feel again since leaving Kaer Morhen

Suddenly, a white-haired missile sped into the huge tub, eliciting a laugh from the beautiful white-haired young woman

"How did It go my love?" asked Ciri with a beautiful smile, watching as her man entered the bathroom, while he slowly took off his clothes, revealing the delicious body that Ciri loved so much

"Very well, however, there is important news, the king of Skyrim was killed," Jon said, as he entered the water and walked to where the beautiful young woman was, who quickly sat on her wolf's lap, sighing with pleasure

Confidently and possessively, Jon's hands took Ciri's slender waist, at the same time that the beautiful young woman began to kiss her owner's neck

"Arinna sent another proposal" said Ciri between kisses and sighs, at the same time that Jon caressed her beautiful butt, the last of the beautiful princess's treasures that he had not claimed

At least for the moment

"And what did our favorite princess say this time?" asked Jon with amusement, as he inserted his cock into the wet and narrow interior of Ciri, who only rolled her eyes and whimpered like the bitch in heat that she was to Jon

"The usual, the throne of Daggerfall, ten maidens at your complete disposal, a position as royal concubine for me, and her, with all the riches of the kingdom at your beck and call" Ciri said between groans

"She improved her offer, last time she only offered five maidens" Jon said with amusement, while using his hands and his strength to pump Ciri's cunt, long and firm thrusts made the princess of Cintra tremble, who was only able to roll her eyes and gasp at the incredible sensations

"I told you that it had been a mistake to fuck her my love, every time you fuck a virgin you make her addicted to your cock, we have ten pets who prove it" said Ciri with a loud moan, remembering that time, where Ciri and Jon took Princess Arinna, then a virgin

Jon and Ciri were celebrating a successful, rather dangerous mission commissioned by the king, the mission was so important that they avoided a fierce war between rival houses

As a reward, the king gave a huge celebration, where the princess was present

One thing led to another, and both Ciri and Jon enjoyed the submissive and desirous princess, who swore her body to Jon, declaring before the Gods that no one but the black wolf could touch her, ever.

“Where are the rest of our pets? You always bathe with them," Jon said curiously, referring to the maidens who served on the estate

And that they also served Ciri and Jon, both with a gigantic sexual appetite

Ciri, still moaning for the wild fucked woman simply replied

"I sent them to sleep, you were absent for three days, I am anxious for my man to fill me with his seed" said Ciri, at the same time that Jon increased, destroying the delicious spot inside Ciri that sent her to see the stars

"Your wishes are orders, my lioness," Jon replied, totally surrendered, at the same time that he took Ciri by her hair and began to fuck her with extreme vigor

Pleasure flooded the princess of Cintra, who stifled a moan, at the same time that her legs opened more and more, giving Jon enough space to fuck her mercilessly

Just like Ciri loved

However, just before they completely let loose into passion, Tarla, one of the maidens who serve Jon came in and spoke

"Lord Jon, an urgent message from the palace, King Gothryd wishes to speak to you, he says it is life or death, an escort of soldiers is waiting for you" said the beautiful young woman with suspicion in her voice, although she did not stop seeing how the black wolf did not stop fucking the silver lioness

"It must be important, my wolf," Ciri sighed, as she continued to move her hips with desire and necessity

"He can wait a moment, I must attend to my needy and excited lioness," Jon bellowed, as he began to pump harder, moaning uncontrollably as he felt how Ciri's perfect cunt squeezed his cock tightly

"Will you have the king of Daggerfall waiting to fuck me, my love?" Ciri asked with desire in her voice, her cunt completely soaked by the savage onslaught of her man

"I would make the emperor himself wait in order to make you mine my lioness" said Jon while with one hand he held Ciri's hair and the other began to play with his princess's butt

The last virginity she had not taken from her

Jon continued to pump hard, feeling how his lioness moaned uncontrollably, her cunt squeezed his cock and bathed her with love juices, at the same time that Ciri shuddered completely in his arms, having reached orgasm

In response, Jon poured out all of his essence inside Ciri with a roar of triumph, marking her as his own again, a constant conquest of the silver lioness

Much had changed in a year, the insecurity and uncertainty of the years in Winterfell had disappeared in the face of the renown gained for his magical prowess and exploits

And since Jon had taken his lioness to himself, he had not spent more than two days away from her bed, there was an uncontrollable magnetism between them, for some strange reason

"We'll pick this up again as soon as you get back," Ciri promised, as she stood up from Jon's lap and swam to the other side of the tub, laughing as she did so, knowing that she would frustrate Jon, and when he returned, she would be fucked even harder

A vicious circle that silver hair adored

Alas, duty called, Jon represented the mage' guild, and he respected King Gothryd, so he wouldn't keep him waiting, as with most of his clients

Little did Jon suspect, however, that night's meeting would change the course of his life

Forever

Princess Arinna, Daggerfall castle

"Your grace, Thane Jon," said the soldier, announcing the arrival of the black wolf

And the owner of the princess's body and heart

Arinna had always been... difficult, capricious and arrogant, always getting what she wanted and discarding it when she felt like it

Until HE came

With a mysterious bearing, extremely attractive and dangerous, with a serious countenance and a delicious body, Arinna had planned to play with Jon for a while, caresses and false promises and discard him without thinking

However, Jon was not like the others, the black wolf did not bow to anyone, not even to the king

Much less before her

So, when Arinna played with fire and tempted the wolf, he responded, possessing her completely, Arinna gave her virginity to the black wolf gladly, lost and drowned in pleasure, while her tight and virgin cunt was rearranged by the large cock of the powerful warrior

Jon fucked her, subdued her completely, made her his whore and addicted to his cock, to the point that Arinna publicly declared that she would not marry anyone but Jon

A headache for her father, but she didn't care, she needed to feel possessed and taken by her wolf, her owner, her lover again

And today, he looked especially appealing, for some reason

“It's good that you came Jon, we have... urgent news from Skyrim and an imperial request”

Jon simply nodded curiously, focusing his eyes on the king, waiting for more information

"He is General Tulius, of Imperial City, he is the military leader in charge of destroying the rebellion of Skyrim, and he has come to Daggerfall, for you," said the king

At those words, Arinna had a bad feeling, a general of the imperial legions, visiting a warrior sorcerer from High Rock?

It didn't make sense

And then, the general spoke

"I'll be brief, your reputation is impeccable, your skills exceptional and from what we have, you have a cordial relationship with the Altmer of Allinor," said the general

Arinna was unaware of the latter, but Jon nodded to all of the general's words

"It is the wish of Emperor Titus Mede II, that Jon of Daggerfall, assist my legion in the capture and execution of the traitor Ulfric Stormcloak, as well as in putting down the rebellion," said the general bluntly

Jon nodded, fully focused on the titanic task

"In return, the empire will grant a million septims, a copy of all the public volumes of the imperial library for your private collection, and a ton of arcane metals."

Faced with such an offer, Arinna was paralyzed, knowing full well that it was the opportunity of a lifetime

Jon, his beloved black wolf, his owner, would be leaving Daggerfall!

“The task sounds titanic, I'll need time to prepare," Jon replied

At the acceptance of the task, the general breathed a sigh of relief and said

"You have three months, the legion must prepare to leave the imperial city and arrive in Solitude, is that enough time?" asked the general

Jon nodded, and they began to fine-tune the details of the game, the participation of the mages' guild and all those details that frankly, mattered little to Arinna

Her man would go to war, away from her side, indefinitely

But...

It didn't mean he wouldn't come back! The princess thought, she would have everything ready, twenty maidens ready to serve him, a tower just for him and his experiments, full of all the magical equipment he could need, and her, naked and perfumed, ready to give him the heirs that the kingdom needed, Arinna swore, lost in her exquisite fantasy

"I'll arrive by ship, one of my old contracts pays me with one and I've conditioned it for my needs, I was planning to visit Allinor, but this seems more urgent," Jon said, bringing the princess back to reality

Tulius nodded and said

"Perfect, we will inform the queen of your imminent arrival, with the death of King Torygg, Elisif will need all the help in the world," said the general

Everyone present kept chatting about the details, but Arinna's mind was focused on the farewell she would plan for Jon

If her wolf will to leave for Skyrim, a strange land full of exotic women, Arinna had to leave the best of impressions, to remind Jon that she belonged to him and that she would be available for him to take as many times as he wanted

And no one but him will touch her body, ever

There was a lot to plan, and she knew who to talk to so that everything went as smoothly

she had to talk to Cirilla, she'd know what to do