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The magical wolf was restless after their nap and stuck to Stellan like a shadow as he tidied their cave and went out to forage for wild herbs and mushrooms. They chatted as he cooked and Fenrir was as gentle as a kitten as he ate scraps from Stellan’s hand. But the wolf paced as Stellan warmed the water for his shower and bathed, and Fenrir grumbled about the smell of soap and deodorant. He preferred Stellan’s natural scent and didn’t like it when he was “too clean,” apparently. Stellan thought a good brushing might soothe the savage beast but he was still surly when they settled down to sleep. The steady thump of Fenrir’s tail began to test Stellan’s nerves, despite his efforts to tune it out. There was a disgruntled snort that ruffled Stellan’s hair and his temper.
“What is it?” He demanded as he rolled toward Fenrir and rose on an elbow. The wolf snuffled and pushed his snout into the corner of Stellan’s neck.
“Will we ever... Again,” he mumbled and Stellan frowned at him.
“Ever...?” He asked and Fenrir groaned as he nuzzled Stellan.
“Will we ever...mate again?” He asked and a startled laugh burst from Stellan.
“Still very much an animal, I see,” he teased. He stroked the hair on Fenrir’s chest coyly as he chewed on his lip. “I didn’t know if it was that big of a deal for you, being ancient and immortal,” he said and the wolf’s chest shook as he laughed.
“I enjoyed it because I felt alive and like an animal again and just a little bit...less ancient. Like I did before I was banished here and I forgot what it was like to speak and hear words that weren’t screams,” he explained and Stellan nodded.
“I enjoyed it because I felt like an animal. But I’m scared,” he admitted. “I thought you were going to kill me and I was sore for a lot longer than I’m used to.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t want you to be scared. Is there another way?” He asked and Stellan was touched by the tenderness and concern he heard. He was also getting turned on at the thought of having that kind of control over his beast. And Stellan hadn’t forgotten the intense pleasure he experienced with Fenrir before he blacked out from the pain. He hummed thoughtfully as his fingers scratched and swirled and Fenrir whimpered as his tail thumped frantically. Stellan’s hands spread and drifted lower and he purred silkily when they found hard, slick heat. Fenrir trembled as he fought to control his instincts and it made Stellan even hotter. He gripped Fenrir’s shaft firmly but tugged slowly, taunting the beast.
“I could ride you,” he whispered and slid lower so he could lick and suck at the end. There was a hard burst of pre-cum and Stellan groaned appreciatively as he lapped and slurped.
“Yes!” Fenrir growled. “How?” He asked, a heartbeat later. Stellan’s teeth scraped over his lip as he leaned back and calculated.
“I don’t want to be tied,” he said and pointed threateningly. Stellan didn’t have anything to back that threat up but the wolf ducked his head and nodded.
“I don’t want to hurt you again,” he replied and licked Stellan’s face. “I want to watch as you find your pleasure and your release,” he added. Stellan groaned and opened his mouth so Fenrir could taste his tongue and his breath.
“Stand up and let me get under you,” he said and scooted out of the way as Fenrir carefully rolled onto his stomach and rose. Stellan got on his knees under Fenrir and crawled so he was under his chest. He looked up and licked his lips as his nerves flared and goosebumps rushed down his spine. “Sit,” he commanded and shivered when Fenrir lowered to his haunches obediently behind him. Fenrir’s cock strained toward Stellan and it dripped in anticipation as the wolf’s tongue hung from its jowl’s. Stellan’s body hummed with heat and desire as he rubbed Fenrir’s chest possessively. Then, he turned on his knees so he could back up and reached behind him. Stellan guided the wolf’s shaft to his hole and eased back. The tapered end easily pierced the tight bud of Stellan’s ass. He hissed in delight as hard, slippery heat filled his passage and crushed his prostate. “That’s really good,” Stellan whispered as he began to rock and couldn’t help the violent shiver that washed over him.
“What do you want me to do?” Fenrir asked and it was deep and ragged.
“Stay still and let me ride you,” Stellan said huskily. He planted his hands on the floor in front of him and pleasure spilled down his limbs with every slide of his body as he rocked back and forth.
“Keep going!” Fenrir begged before his tongue swept over Stellan’s back and shoulder. “You look so beautiful and this feels good,” he panted in Stellan’s ear. Stellan nodded jerkily as he rocked faster and faster. Pressure and heat built in his core and Stellan was lost in the tightness of his passage as it clung to Fenrir’s cock. Sweat beaded on Stellan’s brow and dripped down his chest and Fenrir’s saliva was hot as it trickled down Stellan’s back.
“Oh, God! I’m so close!” Stellan cried. His toes curled and his sac pulled tight as the pressure became overwhelming and his nerves flickered and sparked wildly. “Yes!” He jerked hard and his eyes rolled as he was consumed by heat and light. Cum rushed from his cock and Stellan’s passage clenched tight around Fenrir’s length.
“Now, boy! I need…!” It was a strangled plea as the giant wolf shuddered and keened over Stellan. His high, strained whimpers thrilled Stellan as he reached back and locked his fist around Fenrir’s cock, halting the knot. Fenrir snarled but he tossed his head and gnashed his fangs as Stellan slid free. Stellan turned and grabbed the flaring, throbbing bulb with both hands and stroked hard as he lapped greedily and Fenrir roared. It was a shredded, tortured sound as Fenrir’s chest heaved and Stellan was bathed in cum. It splashed from the end of Fenrir’s cock and spilled down Stellan’s chin, chest and arms.
“Holy shit!” Stellan laughed as he raised his hands and licked his palms and sucked at his fingers. “I missed this part last time,” he said, then laughed as Fenrir’s snout butted his chest, knocking Stellan onto his back. Fenrir’s long, wide tongue dragged over Stellan’s skin and the giant, ferocious wolf growled contentedly as he licked him clean.
“You were unconscious but I enjoyed the way you tasted, covered in your sweat and blood and my seed.”
“Mmmm…” Stellan agreed. “Does taste good. I’m glad I’m conscious and there isn’t any blood this time, though,” he added cheerfully and was rewarded with a deep chuckle before Fenrir yawned. Some things were universal—be it man or wolf—it seemed. “Maybe we’ll get some sleep now,” he teased and pulled Fenrir down so he’d wrap himself around Stellan.
“I’ll be still and I’ll kill anything that disturbs us,” the wolf mumbled and yawned again. Fenrir was very still until a large red eye cracked open.
“What?” Stellan whispered.
“You seemed like you enjoyed that. Will we be able to do that more since you weren’t hurt?” Fenrir asked carefully and a drowsy laugh slipped from Stellan as he threw his arm around the wolf and snuggled into him.
“Yes. We’ll be doing a lot more of that.”
11
They did indeed do a lot more ofthatand Stellan found that the more he pleasured and fed the beast, the more docile and devoted Fenrir became. He rolled about the cave on his back—begging for belly rubs—and brought Stellan far more rabbits and cod than he could possibly eat. The ferocious wolf was more of a puppy and Stellan almost forgot where they were and the ancient danger he had tamed until Fenrir caught a scent on the breeze and heard something move outside their cave. They were lolling in Stellan’s bed with a book when the wolf’s head popped up and he sniffed at the air.
“What is it?” Stellan asked as he became alert.
“The jötunn’s truck. He’s coming with another sacrifice,” Fenrir announced as he rose and stretched his legs and arched his back.
