No one did much for the rest of the day. After Safara healed the worst of her injuries, she retrieved and buried herself in her books, saying as she did so, "I don't know how much of this" (brandishing her bestiary) "is even accurate, but reading always helped me set my thoughts straight, and I kind of really need that right now." Everyone else scattered to various activities, several of the succubi choosing to explore the castle while others headed to the bath or went outside for a walk.

  Fenrir's test attunement to the Serpent spirit had left him almost as good as new, and he determined to investigate the weapons brought by the Vigil. Swords were the most numerous, but there were also bows, spears, shields, and even several battleaxes, both one and two-handed. While his cws were really all he needed for offensive purposes, he liked the idea of keeping them in reserve, an ace up his sleeve, so to speak. Appearing to rely on a different weapon would give him an edge against any opponent who was unaware of the potential his cws possessed.

  Unfortunately, he knew next to nothing about how to wield any of these weapons. On a whim he picked up an axe and gave it several experimental swings. It seemed almost too small for him, so he swapped it out for a two-handed one with a longer haft. This one was double-bded and had a satisfying heft. Since it was made for a human, Fenrir was able to swing it easily with one hand, but it was rge enough to give him the option of using both hands.

  He practiced swinging it for several minutes, before stopping in dissatisfaction. 'I have no idea what I'm doing with this. No surprise, since I've never so much as chopped wood before, but it's frustrating. Fighting with my cws is instinctual; I don't even need to think about it, but I feel like a fool swinging this axe around.' Giving up on that for the moment, he turned his attention to finding some way of carrying it which would leave his hands free. It took some time, but eventually he was able to rig up a harness which held the axe on his back and covered its bdes, but didn't compromise his ability to draw it quickly. 'Not pretty, but it is effective, and that's more important at the moment. I'll need to be careful about running on all fours, but other than that it does what I need it to pretty well.'

  "What are you up to?" a voice called across the courtyard. Kira was approaching from the main gate, back from her walk through the forest.

  "Rigging up a harness for this axe. I've decided to use this for the present; less strange to see than someone fighting with foot-long cws."

  "You mean for when you go poking around the capital? Good idea, I'm sure the cws are what'll give you away, and not you being eight feet tall and covered in fur," she said, a grin pying around the corners of her mouth.

  "Oh, I've got several ideas for that, but we'll see," Fenrir replied, matching her smile.

  Growing serious, the busty succubus asked, "Hey, um... can I ask a favor?"

  Fenrir cocked his head curiously. "Sure, what do you need?"

  "Can you teach me how to use a sword?"

  "Unfortunately, no." Kira looked up, disappointment in her eyes, but Fenrir continued, "In order to teach you anything, I would first need to know how to do it myself, and I do not. I don't even really know how to use this axe. However, if you would like, we could spar with each other until I can find someone who is able to instruct us in the use of these weapons."

  "Well, that's better than nothing," Kira shrugged. Stepping to the table where Fenrir had spread out the weapons he had found, she picked up a broadsword. Turning to face him, she was surprised to see the direwolf pcing his great-axe down and picking up a stick of simir length.

  Noticing her confusion, Fenrir expined, "If we start with swords and axes we're likely to hurt each other by accident. Find a sword that you like the feel of, and I'll whittle down this pole into roughly the same size and weight, then we can spar with these. This way, neither of us should suffer anything worse than a couple of bruises."

  "Oh, okay." Trying out several different swords, she eventually settled on the one she had picked up first. Fenrir took it and tested its weight and bance, then quickly pared down the tent pole he had appropriated for the purpose. Picking up his own and throwing hers back to her, they moved to an open space in the courtyard and began sparring.

  Both were awkward and untrained, but Fenrir had noticeably faster reflexes, and obviously much greater strength. Still, the practice was beneficial for both of them, as they learned several things not to do and gained some understanding of how to watch for openings in the other's guard, of which there were plenty.

  At st Kira stepped back, panting, and said, "I feel so stupid with this stick, like I'm just filing it around. Actual swordsmen make it look so easy, but when I try to do what they do I just leave myself open for you to whack me."

  "I'm with you there. It's actually much harder than it looks. I'm making finding someone who can teach us a priority," Fenrir replied, his own breath deeper than usual, but still measured.

  "I don't see that being easy. I doubt there's many weapons masters out there who'd consent to teaching either of us."

  Fenrir shrugged. "Perhaps, but we need instruction, and I'm going to get it one way or another."

  Returning their sticks to the small pile created by Fenrir's earlier disassembly of several tents for tent canvas, the two made their way back inside. As they walked, Kira looked up at Fenrir and said, "You know, I remember someone promising me a reward earlier for all my hard work yesterday."

  The rge bck wolf grinned. "I take it you want that reward now, eh?"

  "No time like the present, right?" Kira smirked back.

  Fenrir poked his head into a nearby room, noting that it appeared to have been a storage room at one point. "This should do," he said. Setting a packing box upright to form a makeshift table, he turned to Kira to see her removing the st of her clothing, excitement in her eyes. Taking her by the waist, he pced her atop the crate and wasting no time, immediately began fondling her enormous breasts.

  "Ooh~ Be gentle, they're very -mmm- sensitive," she murmured breathily.

  "Really?" Fenrir asked as he focused his assault on her nipples, pying with and gently pinching them.

  "Ah! Yeeess~ they are. Usually bigger boobs are oooh~ less sensitive, but not mine." She pushed her chest out, leaning back on her hands.

  Taking a knee, Fenrir took one stiff nipple into his mouth, sucking and occasionally gently biting on it. The other breast he groped and fondled greedily, admiring its heft and pillowy softness.

  "Yessss, just like that..." Kira moaned, head flung back as she gloried in his worship of her boobs. "You like them? You've been -ah!- looking at them from the moment you -ooh, right there- first saw me."

  Swapping breasts, Fenrir replied, "You're damned right I do. I've never seen tits this perfect."

  "Mmm... They're two of my best assets," the sensuous succubus moaned, bringing one hand up to Fenrir's head and pulling him harder against her breast. "You can go rougher if you want- Ah!"

  Before she had finished her sentence Fenrir redoubled his assault, pleasure arcing through her body as he molded a breast in one hand while he vished the opposite nipple with nips and suckles. Even his rge hands could not contain her bountiful titflesh, pale softness overflowing his fingers on every side as he kneaded and fondled. The aphrodisiac in his saliva was steadily making her breasts even more sensitive, and her arousal rose in tandem with it. Under his sustained teasing, Kira could do little but hang on, moan, and whisper encouragement into his ears.

  "Yes~ Yes! Don't stop, I'm nearly- I'm cumming!" she moaned a long delighted sigh as her orgasm washed over her. Fenrir slowed his pace as she came down from her high, drawing out her climax as long as possible. "Damn, I haven't had a boobgasm in a while. Don't know if I've ever had one that good. You wanted us to follow you? Well, consider me sold."

  Giving her nipple one st lick and forcing a shiver to run through her, Fenrir grinned. "You sure? After all, that was just the forepy. We haven't even gotten to the actual sex yet."

  "Hell yes I'm sure! If that's your idea of forepy, you're going to have to lock me up to keep me away from you. You know, these girls," she said, hefting her breasts with both hands, "are actually too much boob for most, so finding someone who can handle them like they deserve isn't exactly easy. And I can't wait to take that monster for a ride, either." She nodded her head towards Fenrir's groin, where his cock was throbbing in arousal, precum running liberally down its length.

  "Well, it's always good to hear that one's efforts are appreciated." Fenrir stood, but had any further action interrupted by Kira.

  "Wait, y down on your back. I meant it literally when I said I wanted to ride that monster."

  Fenrir raised an eyebrow. "You sure you'll be able to keep it together enough? Everyone else very quickly became incapacitated by pleasure once I actually started fucking them."

  "Maybe not, but I want to try," she said, pushing at his chest.

  Shrugging, Fenrir y down on his back, reaching up to palm one of Kira's breasts as she straddled him. "Ah! Hey, stop that. My knees are weak enough already without you making things any worse."

  "Still sensitive?" Fenrir smirked up at her. But he desisted, allowing Kira to situate herself without further molestation. Spreading her lower lips with one hand, she slowly sank onto him, her entire body trembling. About halfway down, her legs gave out and the descent became much swifter, forcing a squeal from her and a grunt of pleasure from him as her passage spasmed around him.

  "Sooo fucking full..." she moaned, rather vacantly rubbing the clear outline his cock made in her stomach.

  Fenrir gave her a moment to accustom herself to her new status as a cocksleeve, but when a minute had passed and she did not appear to be getting ready to move, he gave a quick thrust of his hips that bounced her in his p and forced another squeal from her lips. "Fuck! Okay, okay, I'm good."

  "Then get moving, or I'll start moving for you," Fenrir grinned up at her.

  "Alright, alright. Give a girl a chance to adjust, won't you? Anyone would have trouble functioning with this log jammed up their cunt."

  Gingerly she rose several inches then plopped back down, pcing her hands on Fenrir's chest to steady herself. As she became more accustomed to his sheer size, she began to speed up, helped along by Fenrir's hands on her hips. He quickly became impatient with her slow pace and at each apex of her movements he thrust upwards, getting an extra stroke in for each of hers. Under this treatment it didn't take long for another orgasm to wash over her, and the overwhelming pleasure of it necessitated a pause on her part.

  Fenrir pulled her down against his chest, letting her breasts ftten themselves against his chest, and, raising his hips slightly, began jackhammering into her from below. Kira went rigid at the sudden sensation, all but screaming out her ecstasy into his fur as the unexpected stimution coursed through her.

  The great direwolf growled in delight at the fluttering of her walls around his shaft, her near-constant orgasms milking him with a vengeance. Lifting her head by one horn, he looked down at her face, eyes unfocused and mouth sck as all her faculties devoted themselves to trying to process the pleasure that was savaging her.

  He increased his pace still more, hips nearly a blur as he approached his own climax, until finally he stopped abruptly, forcing her as deeply onto his cock as possible as he filled her with hot cum, his knot already far too rge to fit into her. Despite this, he thrust again and again with each spurt, bludgeoning her clit and bia as he flooded her womb with thick, potent semen, instinctually attempting to seed her as deeply as possible. This was too much for Kira, and her answering orgasm was so strong Fenrir was forced to restrain her to ensure she did not hurt herself.

  Predictably, she was entirely insensate by the time her st orgasm subsided, her mind entirely overwhelmed with the pleasure. Fenrir rexed on the floor, content to wait until she awoke again before moving. The vigorous exercise had tired him more than he expected. 'Guess I'm not quite back to full strength, even though my wounds are mostly healed. Looks like Lilli was right, and the energy to heal my injuries has to come from somewhere. The Serpent helps me heal faster, but it still uses the resources from my own body to do so.'

  He looked down at Kira, an expression of deep satisfaction on her unconscious face. Gently stroking her hair, he thought, 'She's got a lot of heart. I think I'll take her with me, and Safara's a no-brainer if she comes around in time, but who else? Actually, I should probably consult with Nelith about that. She should know who would be the best fit for the sort of operation I have in mind.'

  Laying back, he gave himself over to theory-crafting, running through different scenarios which could conceivably occur on his upcoming trip while he waited patiently for Kira to regain consciousness.