The man on cloak

Some where in the woods...

A group of rogue wolves gathered in the deep of the woods, in wait for their soon to be master to show up.

“What’s keeping him long?” A random wolf asked, clearly impatient and tired of waiting.

“I let the meat I was about devouring escape, to be here.” Another whined.

“Patience wolves. Our master will be here soon.” Gonzalo, a huge rogue werewolf with a large scar which ran across his right eye, said.

There was low chattering amongst the werewolves, each having what to say about the fact they left all they had to, just to come wait for one who hasn’t shown up yet.

The murmuring lowered down as the man on cloak made his way to the makeshift podium they had created for him.

“Make do for your master wolves!” Gonzalo exclaimed.

The man on cloak stood up staring down at all the wolves down, scrutinizing each and every one of them with his sharp gaze.

“Show us your face!” One of the wolves yelled out, as he had his whole face concealed in his hoodie, and a face mask concealing his lower face, letting just his piercing eyes come in view.

“What did you just say?” The man in cloak growled in a low, threatening, commanding tone, making the wolf flinch back in fear.

“N..nothing.” The wolf bent his head low.

“Who else has a question?” The man on cloak asked, staring fiercely at each of them, commanding authority.

“We don’t need a master! No one gave you authority over us!” A wolf growled back from where he stood.

“Repeat what you just said. I dare you.” The man said, staring directly into his eyes.

“We don—. Arrghhhh!” The wolf screamed in pain as he felt a sharp pain across his head, forcefully dragging him to the ground.

“Who else wants to question my authority.” The man on cloak said, as he walked down from the podium to where the wolf crouched down on his knees, squirming in pain.

Every other wolf shifted back in fear, as he walked pass them.

“You were saying?” The man on cloak squat down to his level, pulling his hair up, to look into his eyes.

“How dare you question my authority?” The man asked, in a deathly voice.

“I.. Alpha.” The wolf gasped in realization as his eyes met directly with that of the man on cloak.

“I’m so sorry.” He pleaded.

“Anyone else has questions for me?” The man on cloak rose to his feet, letting the wolf fall back on the ground, as everyone else cowered in fear.

“Arghh!” The wolf screamed out as the man on cloak stepped on his hand, twisting his shoe in a way that the wolf’s hand was surely going to get disfigured.

“From now, you’ll do all I say.” The man said, walking back with his hand behind him, to their front.

He stopped before the podium, tilting his head to both sides, which made a crackling sound, before he turned back to face them.

“Alpha!” They all yelled out in unison as they bowed to their knees.

The man in cloak smiled in satisfaction as he turned to Gonzalo, giving him a nod.

“You can all rise.” The man on cloak said, jumping up on the podium. He sat on it instead, swinging his legs midair as he stared at each of them.

“How has your training been going?” He asked Gonzalo.

“So far so good, they are doing well.” Gonzalo stood at attention close to him.

“Good enough to go for war?” The man asked, staring at each of them.

“They are ready.” Gonzalo said.

“Let me see what you got.” The man in cloak said.

“To your positions men!” Gonzalo instructed, calling his men to order.

They all saunter to their positions in twos, bringing out their weapons which was strapped behind them and stood in position.

“Start!” Gonzalo exclaimed.

The men took to motion, going on attack and defense. Clinks of swords was heard all around, as they all clanked their swords between each other.

“Is this all you got?!” The man on cloak exclaimed out, making the training get more intensified.

“You are going for war!” Gonzalo yelled, walking between the fighters, while the man on cloak kept sitting on the podium watching them.

“You’re freedom fighters! Is this how you’ll fight against the whole werewolf race?!” Gonzalo yelled out, as more intensity was added amongst the fighters.

“I’ve seen enough.” The man on cloak said, bringing them all to an absolute still.

He stared at their sweaty, bloodied and panting bodies, letting his lips turn up to a smirk.

“Is this how you’ll fight for your freedom?” He got down from the podium, and moved closer to where they were.

“Is this all you got?!” He exclaimed, making them flinch in fear.

“How many are they?” The man on cloak turned to Gonzalo.

“Over a hundred.” Gonzalo replied.

“You.” The man on cloak turned back to the wolves and pointed at one.

“Me?” The wolf asked in fear.

“Yes, you.” He replied.

The wolf shook in fear as he came before him.

“Sword.” The man in cloak called out to Gonzalo, who threw a sword to him, which he caught with ease.

“Alright, you’ll be in your defense while I’ll attack.” The man instructed.

The man on cloak struck without warning, making the wolf loose his balance and staggered back.

He immediately took the pace and kept defending while the man on cloak kept attacking.

He tried keeping up as a the man was extremely ruthless, giving him no space to recover. After a few moment of though defense from his side, he got distracted a bit, giving a little opening to the man who took advantage of it and stabbed through.

The wolf widen his eyes in realization as he fell on his knees.

“Silver...” he said in fear, as the man pulled out the sword from the side of his shoulder, letting blood ooze out from the wound.

“Is this how ready you say your men are?!” The man on cloak threw the sword back at Gonzalo, then turned back to look at the man who he injured on the floor with disgust.

“They don’t seem half ready to me!” The man on cloak yelled out to Gonzalo, who kept standing at attention even when the man came to stand face to face at him.

“The next time I get here, I want to see better!”

“Yes master!” Gonzalo said, looking ahead.

“Get that wolf treated.” He turned back to the wolf who was still bleeding, though he tried salvaging the situation by tearing a piece off his shirt to wrap around the wound.

“I’ll be back soon enough.” He took a last look at the wolves, then turned over to his back and shifted into a black wolf, running off.

****

The devil’s realm

Miranda’s chambers...

“I knew you’d be back.” Miranda purred out, as the cloak man made his way to her.

He grabbed her and turned her to back, aggressively pushing her to stay on her fours.

“Aggressive much?” Miranda giggles out, staying in position.

“Shut up!” He ripped off the flimsy gown she had on, pulling down his trousers alongside, releasing his huge cock, which stood in attention, as he took it to the rim of her asshole

“I’m going to put you in your place bitch!” He poured in a generous amount of saliva into her hole, using his hand to lubricate around.

“Can’t wait for you to fuck— ouuuuu.” She screamed out, as she felt his massive dick, deep inside her asshole. She squirmed a bit, adjusting herself to get use to him before he slammed in again.

“Shut up bitch!” He increased the pace at which he fucked her, pulling her hair alongside as he kept hitting in from behind.

“Yea, right there. Fuck me so hard!” She moved her fingers to her dripping cunt, rubbing around her clitoris, as her wetness kept lapping into her arms.

“Order your sex slave here now!” The man growled out, still slamming in.

“Yes.. yes.” Miranda tried staying sane as she summoned for her sex slave.

He appeared in Miranda’s chambers, stark naked and head bow, awaiting the next instruction.

“Go to her front and put your dick in her mouth now!” The man instructed, spanking Miranda’s ass simultaneously, making her moan out more in pleasure, as she increased the pace at which she was pleasuring her self.

“Yes bitch! That’s the punishment you get defying my orders. Suck his dick!”

Miranda nodded her head immediately, then went ahead to grab on her slave’s dick and covered her mouth on it, making him hiss out in pleasure.

“Yea. Just like that. Get that dick down your throat!” The man ordered, getting Miranda to deep thirst in the slave’s dick till she felt like she was going to choke.

“Fuck. I’m coming.” The man said, vibrating inside her, as they all screamed in pleasure, releasing their seeds in both holes and Miranda drenching the part of the bed she was bent over.

“That’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” Miranda sighed out, as she fell back on the bed, heaving out, with her eyes closed.

“You can go.” She instructed the slave, who vanished off immediately.

“So, how did it go with your rogues?” Miranda sat up and stared at the man who was pulling his trouser back to his waist.

“Fine.” He gave a curt reply, zipping up his fly.

“Why is it that you don’t ever pull off your hood? Miranda adjusted herself in a sitting position.

“You don’t want to get discovered?” She laughed out.

“It’s better this way.” He said, taking a sit across her bed.

“They won’t see me coming.” He smirked.

“For a werewolf, you sound more like a demon you know.” Miranda smiled. “I love how evil your mind plays. It makes me crave you more.”

“Do you care about anything else asides sex?” The man said with pure disgust laced in his speech.

“I’m the demon of lust remember?” She rolled her eyes at him.

“Sure.” He said.

“So... how is it going to be?” Miranda asked.

“The rogues aren’t ready enough.” The man leaned back on the chair he sat. “And since we can’t get your warriors through the fortress, I’ll have to get them fully prepared so they can fight the werewolves and get the pure line you need for the sacrifice.”

“I knew I could always count on you.” She smiled.

“This isn’t a charity work. You had better kept to your part of the bargain.” The man said.

“Sure, sure. You’ll get it. They’ll be no other option except you when we wipe off the purebreds. Anyone who questions your authority would be killed off immediately.” Miranda assured.

“You had better.” The man said.

“If I don’t know better, I’d say the moon goddess is dragging the appearance of the blue moon. Let’s see how long she’ll be able to hold back.” Miranda slowly smiled.

“At least, she’ll give enough time for me to prepare my army.” He said.

“I can imagine you fighting them off shirtless, with sweat dripping down your torso. You’ll make a really sexy fighter.” Miranda purred.

“Thinking about it makes me really wet already,” Miranda moaned out.

“You’re unbelievable.” The man rolled his eyes, on perceiving her strong arousal.

“I should get going.” He got to his feet.

“Ouu, so soon?” Miranda whined.

“My absence would be noticed if I waste any more time.” He wiped off the invisible dust that sat on his outfit.

“I could make them all not realize that you’re missing. Just one more round?” Miranda pleaded, as she made her way to him.

“I don’t have any more disguises for you to sneak in Miranda.” He said, as she rubbed her long nails on his shoulder.

“Shh, I’ll play with their minds.” She let her long fingers go down to his growing hard on.