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Chapter 441: Chapter 441: Well, boys?
Chapter 441 – Well, boys?
"I am sorry for your grandmother." The old wolfish man, hair completely white thanks to his old age, said, his eyes filled with pity and sadness.
His words were addressed to the standing Loup.
Loup didn’t say anything — he couldn’t, anyway — his eyes transfixed on the pair of black gauntlets with needles spiking out of the knuckles resting on his hands.
His body was shaking.
They were inside the Workshop of Fenrir, on the lowest floor — the blacksmith forge, precisely — one Daggy Fenrir personally controlled.
The air was blisteringly hot, slamming Loup on all sides.
He had been there for no more than 5 minutes, yet his face was drenched in sweat, his ragged white shirt plastering tightly on his bony chest.
White, behind, was completely unbothered. He strode around, hands on his back, looking at the items displayed on the walls with childish curiosity yet mixed with a note of disdain.
Loup couldn’t be sure, but he thought he heard the pale boy mutter about how the Architect was better.
He shook his head, focusing on his weapon. Without even testing them, he knew these things were made for him.
He peeled his eyes from them, staring at the blacksmith in front of him.
Loup’s face was deeply puzzled,
"How?" He asked, voice unsure and almost afraid, "How did my grandmother have the money to commission inside this workshop?"
Loup might not know much about many things, but everyone in Fenrir knew that this workshop was the favorite of Daggy Fenrir, The Second Queen.
They said her daughter and she usually came inside this workshop very often, making it one many wished to buy from.
Only few managed.
So how did his grandmother succeed?
The old man only smiled wistfully at that, "Ah, well," he stammered, looking around in embarrassment, "You might not know, wolf cub, but your grandmother was a beautiful lady."
"What does that mean?" Loup frowned, almost growling.
"It means," White laughed, standing beside Loup, "that you got these little cute things only because this old man at the edge of death liked your grandmother. Your grandmother must have been a beauty. Though, Loup, you didn’t get her beauty it seems."
Loup spared him a dark glance.
White ignored him and lifted his head, staring at the blacksmith, "Am I right, old bones?"
The blacksmith didn’t answer, only shooting a hard glare at White.
Loup was surprised by the news, but he didn’t think much of it.
He only nodded gingerly, thanked the blacksmith and exited the workshop with White trailing behind him.
However, once outside, with the wind ruffling their hair, the two of them halted abruptly in their steps.
Their eyes rested on the woman walking in front of them with cold eyes.
She had wolfish features, black hair and yellow beastly eyes. She was tall, her body blessed with muscles that could make a man whimper in envy.
Wearing a crimson training suit that left much skin exposed, Jade Fenrir, daughter of the Second Queen, was walking straight towards them.
Loup immediately panicked. His eyes began to dart around, trying to find a place where he might hide.
However, before his mind found a solution, Jade already reached them and walked past without a second glance.
Well, besides a fickle one directed to the smiling White.
Soon, the two turned their heads to see the door of the workshop close. Jade disappeared.
Loup stood, dazed, his heart beating exceedingly fast. His face was strangely red, and it was not because of the heat of the sun overhead.
"What?" White muttered, cocking his head, "Don’t tell me it’s love at first sight?" His voice was filled with amusement.
And at that, the young wolf cursed inwardly the pale boy and walked away, his mind replaying the cold, yet stunning face of Jade.
’Focus, Loup! Focus! You have a vengeance to quench.’ He berated himself, turning towards an alley, ’But still...’
His heart sped even more.
’The rumors were true! The Second Queen and her daughter come to that workshop.’
Strangely, Loup began to consider coming to the workshop more often.
’Just to buy items. Maybe...maybe I can learn blacksmithing? Yes, why not?’ A foolish smile appeared on his face.
White looked at him with disdain, "I wonder if the Seer was right about recruiting you." He muttered.
"Shut up, girlish boy!"
White smiled, "Don’t tell me you fell for me too? You are not my type, I am afraid."
Loup growled a curse and walked faster.
White laughed.
...
Meanwhile, Dancer was inside the workshop, on the highest floor.
A huge hammer was leaning on the wall, slithering with yellow runes, the anvil wide and made of unknown materials with the fire burning furiously.
The space was searing hot, but it was not because of the fire. Not exactly.
That kind of heat was not born from fire. At least, not the fire that burns flesh.
But one that burns the self itself.
Dancer couldn’t help but pull out a smile looking beneath him. There, on her knees, was the Second Queen of the Wolves Kingdom, Daggy Fenrir, taking his huge cock inside her mouth.
She was very much like her daughter, Jade, but with bigger muscles and a fiercer look.
There was a scar on her left eye — from forehead to cheek — though it didn’t stop her beastly yellow eyes from opening.
She was the type of woman none would dare to approach because of her cold, bloodthirsty aura.
Yet here she was, closing her eyes blissfully, sucking Dancer’s cock in a worshipping way.
The lustful sound ignited a burning, swallowing fire inside each of them, going in rhythm with the crackling of the hearthfire.
"I am going to come." Dancer growled, voice heavy with lust, grabbing a cluster of Daggy’s black hair to thrust deeper into her throat.
However, the Queen smiled and pulled her head away. A popping sound whispered as her mouth left the hard, pulsing cock of Dancer.
He groaned in frustration, "Again?"
"You did not visit me for a long while now." Daggy said, licking her lips tainted with pre-cum, slowly getting up, showing her tall figure.
Taller than Dancer.
"I don’t want you to finish inside my mouth today," she continued, tightening her hand around his cock, "I want you to do it inside of me, Dancer."
"It’s not the time yet." Dancer said, eyes sweeping around, "And this place is not appropriate. Let’s do it inside your own room."
Daggy barked a laugh.
"In the same room my husband and I pass the night?"
"Well, darling, since when did you pass the night with him?"
Daggy lifted Dancer’s head with a finger on his chin. She bared her sharp teeth into a grin, "The last time was the moment I was pregnant with Jade."
"How old is your daughter?"
"20 years old, my love."
"The King must be a busy man."
"Indeed, he is. Busy with his schemes. That’s why I busy myself with you." Daggy chuckled, "So, love, I have been waiting this day for a while. Let’s—!"
"MOTHER!!!!"
Jade’s angry, twisted voice bellowed.
Seconds later the door of the room was banged with resounding force. It creaked, rattled, yet managed to hold.
However, Daggy and Dancer chillingly realized that it would not hold a second time.
Dancer’s instinct surged.
"Run!!" Daggy cried in a hushed tone.
There was no need to tell him twice. The beautiful handsome man hastily raised his pants and dashed towards the open window.
"FUCK MOTHER! OPEN THE GODDAMNED DOOR!"
BANG!!!
Jade’s berserk strength burst away the door, and the young girl entered the room amid dust and splinters of wood and steel.
She instantly stared at her mother, looking at her with irritation and frustration.
"Jade! How many—!"
Jade’s ears and nose twitched. She snapped her head to the left, only to see Dancer leaping out of the room through the window.
Her mind and instinct pulsed sharply inside her, she instantly dashed towards the window, following Dancer.
"JADE!" Daggy yelled.
But Jade was already out through the window. Without any hesitation, the Second Queen followed,
"I WILL KILL THIS GIRL!!"
...
"Oho! This is bad!" Dancer said, sensing Jade following him with concerning speed.
The girl was shouting at him, telling him to stop or she would attack.
Dancer didn’t even listen. He ran faster, showing only his back, running through alley after alley.
He didn’t know how much he ran, but as he turned another alley, Dancer’s eyes widened as he bumped into two young men.
"Oh Cupid’s cursed arrow!" He cursed, falling atop of them.
"Who are you!" Loup yelled, pushing away the handsome man.
White laughed, "Well, aren’t you in a hurry?"
But their faces soon paled completely when they felt the rock beneath cracking and the yell of an enraged woman,
"STOP, I SAID!"
Dancer smiled wryly at Loup and White. The two were completely innocent, but at that moment, they both knew they were fucked.
And Dancer knew he had dragged innocents into his own problem.
"Well, boys, we stop or not?"
Loup was the first to get up and run instinctively, Dancer following and soon White did the same while laughing.
This time, his laugh was nervous.
—End of Chapter 441—