“Ease up Talion, you don’t want to…” A brown and white wolfess winched as another soldier in training landed upside down against the training fence. “...break them. Huh”

“How are things looking?” The wolfess jumped at the sound of another’s voice, turning her blue eyes and fell upon a wall of white fur, dressed in a light blue shirt and blue pants, wearing her greaves and sabatons over her legs. A zweihander held in one of her muscular paws, as her scarlet eyes met those sapphires looking at her.

“Well its fifteen…” She was interrupted as another soldier yelled, they watched as he missed to swings before a two toned grey wolf, moved into the attacker, blocking the sword arm, swinging his right elbow up into the jaw of the rookie, wrenching the sword from the owners hand before bonking the wooden pommel onto the rookies head. Hearing another coming from the side, Talion gripped the shirt of his victim, swinging him around and into the other attacker, both colliding against the fence. “Make seventeen rookies and one witcher still standing. Hasn’t grabbed a training sword save to knock the owner with it, then merely dropped it. So you must be Prydr? Talion’s girlfriend…I see why he picked you, you are beautiful. I’m Dawn. A fellow witcher from the school of the wolf, like Talion.”

“Pleasure to meet another witcher, especially one as cute as you and not trying to kill me.”

“Nice to meet a warrior of legendary status as you…and you're quite the looker yourself.”

Both wolfesses watched as Talion dispatched the last rookie, twenty young cadets laid in the mud or leaned against the fence. “You boys really need to work on your form, swinging wildly and sloppily will get you killed. Enemy soldiers and witchers alike will not wait for you to correct your posture or figure out which is your sword hand. You need to figure all that out here before you see any conflict less it be your first and last. Dealing with those that use magic on the battlefield is different and that is why your Commander invited me to help you boys, and Ulvar, a witcher being hunted by those he has betrayed has been reported around the area. I do not wish for you boys to feel his blade as your last act in life.”

“Is it true?” Dawn asked, looking at Prydr.

“Unfortunately yes. Ulvar has been spotted several times near allied encampments and has killed both veterans and rookies when encountered. I believe he is with the enemy camp a good few days from here.” The training was interrupted as a horn sounded by the gates. Smiling Prydr walked over towards the gates, glancing back she caught Dawn gazing at her ass, not that she minded, and swayed her hips a bit more with each step getting the smaller wolfess to blush. Coming through the gates were some of her men along with fellow allied soldiers, those in the camp picked out the wounded while others headed towards their tents in the center of them, was a blue fox/skunk hybrid, his black ears stood above his blue hair, dressed in his tan and grey armor, with his purple cape trailing behind him, a flamberge rested on his shoulders.

“Night, it is good to see you again, you have been away quite awhile.”

“It’s good to see you too, Commander. Indeed, the enemy has been gaining more ground West of their position, and they seem to have a new ally…I have not seen such a warrior like him, nor his weapon. Plus he was able to use some kind of magic.” Nightfire saw the concern and anger in his Commander's gaze, leaning down she planted a kiss on his forehead.

“Thank you for proving my suspicion. That warrior is Ulvar, a dangerous being that almost had my number, he is a witcher that has abandoned their ways and has become a rogue. Come allow me to introduce two other witchers.”

Leading the fox hybrid over to the arena he saw the new recruit caked in mud as a lone grey wolf in brigandine armor stood in the center, a maroon gambeson underneath, and a sword strapped to his back, Against the fence line was a brown and white wolfess wearing a purple robe-like-shirt blue pants, black boots and a rapier at her side. “Nightfire, allow me to introduce Dawn from the school of the wolf, a witcher, and my boyfriend Talion, from the same school, and a witcher as well. It was Talion that helped remove Ulvar from here a few years back, but apparently has returned, thus I invited Talion back to help with the training.”

“Boyfriend? But…um…we had sex on Valentine's day. Would that not be considered cheating?”

“No. Talion and I have an open relationship, I still offer myself to those that can beat me…or impress me with their silver tongue.” She gave him another kiss on the forehead while giving his rear a smack.

“Then you wouldn’t mind if…”

“Go for it.” She smiled as they walked over to the fence.

Hopping over the fence he waved to Talion. “Greetings witcher. I heard you are here to help with the training. Names, Nightfire, Prydr’s squire.”

“Greetings, I’ve heard much about you. You are a commendable warrior, and lucky to be under the guidance of Prydr. Would you like to demonstrate how a proper warrior fights to these rookies?”

“Gladly.”

“And boys, whoever the winner is gets a shot at me before we take it to my tent. Just some extra motivation. Talion, no signs, and steel weapons only…try not to kill each other.”

Reaching behind him, Talion drew his sword as Nightfire gripped his with both hands shifting their stances into fighting stances, Nightfire moved to plow stance while Talion moved into ox. Nightfire came in first with wide sweeping motions, but they were fast, as Talion watched his opponents shoulders before coming in. Blocking a low swing coming back in for the head but his blade was pushed aside as he know arched his back letting the longer blade sweep by, coming down for the fox’s head, he angled his blade letting Talion’s slide down, only for the wolf to spin with the motion, back-side kicking the armored hybrid away. Sliding back through the mud, Nightfire smiled as Talion came in, swiftly presenting his blade forcing Talion to parry. Jumping over the follow up swipe for his legs, Nightfire shoulder checked the witcher out of the air. Landing on his feet, sliding back Talion watched with an amused smile as the longer blade came down, Talion swung his upwards, entering the bind with his opponent in front of the ladies. Both were smiling as the boys sparred.

“Mind if I ask why you and Talion aren’t together? You two would be cute together.”

“We were for a time, but I’m sure you know dating a witcher yourself, we are on the path most of our lives, hunting monsters. Sure there’s plenty of opportunities to have sex in the open with no prying eyes, but the fighting style becomes more defensive of each other rather than thinking about the monster at hand. And that has lost some witchers over the years. And my taste has slightly evolved over time.” She eyed the white wolfess for a moment. “Not saying Talion is bad, quite the opposite really, but I do prefer my girls now while still enjoying a male every now and then.”

“So if one of these boys wins against me, you up for a threesome?” She saw the blush spread across the white cheeks of the smaller wolfess, “you could use a strap-on on me.” That seemed to entice the little wolf a bit more as her tail waged slightly. Leaning a paw over she cupped the little wolfess’ butt, one cheek fit nicely in her palm. Prydr continued to play with Dawn’s ass while they watched the boys spar, and the recovered rookies were none the wiser as they were engaged in the spectacle before them.

Nightfire watched as Talion spun in the air, bringing his sword down with a heavy blow to his own, dropping his guard but the wolf continued with the momentum spinning through the air a second time getting the fox hybrid to back up, re-gripping his blade with his dominant hand now on the recosso of the blade behind the parry hooks. Talion came in from the right, but Nightfire managed to rotate his blade underneath with the tip of his blade nicking the underside of Talion’s gambeson. Looking at the fox hybrid then back to the small rip he smiled but was also unimpressed, as he had just got some of the older cuts sewed closed. Twirling his blade back into ox guard, Talion rushed in, Nightfire blocked the strike for his center, then for his legs, Talion swiftly rotated his blade striking away Night’s flamberge, spinning around he came down with an overhead, blocking that, Night caught the reverse edge follow up pushing the witcher back.

Prydr smiled as her paw had now slipped into Dawn’s pants, playing with that wet spot on her panties, as she tried to contain her moans, biting her lips as a finger slipped by the fabric and into her folds. Though Prydr may not be as into girls as Dawn was, she still knew how to please a girl.

Talion came back in with his two butterfly spins, ready this time, Nightfire waited for the second spin to finish as their blades entered the bind he pushed forward, forcing the wolf to move back, shoving his blade forward made Talion stumble back. Regaining his footing Talion smiled, parrying aside the coming in sweep, he moved around the fox hybrid bonking the back of his head with the flat of his pommel, turning around only to be kicked into the fence, startling the girls as Prydr slipped her fingers from Dawn’s soaking pussy.

“Think that will be enough boys.”

“Damn…I still have some energy to wear off. You are a hell of a warrior, Talion.”

“Thanks, you're not too bad yourself…it was nice to spar with a fellow warrior, and knows how to handle himself. Now you, my big beautiful white wolf…are going to be something else to deal with.”

“Hmm, and I will allow two signs for you to use against me to keep it fair. Winner choses their position we get to fuck in.”

“Sounds fair.”

Reaching for the belt around her waist, Dawn grabbed a vile then tossed it to Talion, popping to cork off, he swallowed the potion, regaining his stamina before sparring with the White Wall of Polaris herself.


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