Page 8 of Fenrir


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“Brave is one word for it,” Stellan teased and there was another drowsy rumble as his fingers trailed lower. They swept along the raised ridge that protruded from the wolf’s belly and Stellan’s knuckle brushed against downy-soft fur. “Sometimes, I’m stupid and reckless.” He bit into his lip as his thumb swept over the sheath and Fenrir’s tail stilled.

“It was reckless of you to offer me your hand but it wasn’t stupid. Most of the men the jötunn leaves for me don’t know and they certainly don’t have the presence of mind to offer. They just run and scream and beg,” he said slowly and Stellan felt the wolf’s wariness. He also felt the long ridge swell and become more firm as Stellan dragged the backs of his fingers over it. “That’s reckless, boy,” Fenrir warned but it was a deep, gravelly growl that made the hairs on the back of Stellan’s neck and arms stand. He turned his hands and gripped and kneaded as Fenrir became harder beneath his furry sheath. A shiny pink tip protruded and glowed amidst the inky darkness of Fenrir’s fur. Stellan’s brain recognized that this was indeed the most reckless and bizarre thing he could possibly do but there was a gnawing tickle in his passage and he was getting hard at the thought.

“I’ve spent most of my life hunting for you in legends and I dreamt of finding you here. It might not make any sense but it would have been worth it to die like that. It would have been enough to know that you were real but now I have the chance to touch you with my bare hands and learn all there is to know about you.”

“Do you think you can make me your pet?” Fenrir asked and it was laced with accusation. The idea was intriguing but Stellan knew enough about gods and monsters to mind his hubris.

“Never. But I could be yours,” Stellan whispered and wiggled lower.

“My pet?” Fenrir replied. Stellan could hear that the beast liked the sound of that so he purred as he kneaded and scooted closer.

“Yours. I’d worship you and serve you,” he whispered and panted against the hot pink tip and Fenrir trembled.

“How would you serve me?”

“Like this,” Stellan breathed and dragged his tongue over the end of Fenrir’s shaft. It swelled as more of Fenrir’s length protruded from his belly and Stellan was rewarded with a strangled yelp when he wrapped his lips around the pointed end and sucked. Fenrir’s cock was long and slick as it stretched and Stellan was amazed at how smooth and hot it was. He lapped and moaned at the softly salty and sweet taste as he worked his way down and around. Fenrir was almost as long as Stellan’s arm but not much wider, thankfully. Stellan had dated a few men who were into fisting so he was feeling optimistic. “Do you ever…mate?” He attempted awkwardly. Fenrir raised his head as if he was startled but his cock pulsed and a silky gush of pre-cum washed over Stellan’s tongue and chin.

“I used to but it’s been…ages. My offspring were too big and too wild when I mated with the wolves here. I couldn’t control them and they roamed too close to the villages. They scared the humans and attracted hunters to my forest so I stopped mating.”

“I’m not a wolf and I can’t have puppies,” Stellan boasted and hummed happily as he sucked. Fenrir’s pre-cum was sweet and clean and there was so much of it.

“And you said you weren’t smart,” the wolf replied and lowered his head. His snout butted into Stellan’s chest, knocking him onto his back. Long claws swiped at Stellan’s flannel pajama pants and they ripped away easily before Fenrir’s nose swept between his legs and pushed into Stellan’s sac. Fenrir sniffed loudly and Stellan gasped as Fenrir’s massive tongue curled around his cock and balls and lashed at the cleft of his ass. Lush, scorching heat washed over his hole and Stellan whimpered as he tangled his fingers in Fenrir’s fur and pulled the beast up and over him.

“Now!” He urged and reached between them so he could guide Fenrir’s shaft. Stellan found his hole and sobbed in shocked delight as it slipped past the tight ring of his ass and plunged deep. There was a bright sting as Stellan stretched around Fenrir but he was so slippery and hot. Andfast. Fenrir let out another loud, canine yelp as his hind legs kicked and bucked. The pace was almost frantic and Stellan spread his arms and held on as Fenrir’s thick heat pumped faster and faster. God, he was so deep and Stellan’s eyes rolled as Fenrir’s cock grew even fuller and crushed his prostate with each brutally swift thrust. A hard wave of pleasure crashed into Stellan and his body jumped and arched beneath the wolf as his nerves flickered and sparked. Stellan screamed as he shattered but only had a moment to enjoy the heady lightness in his limbs before Fenrir’s head snapped back and he let out a loud howl. Stellan raised his head and blinked down between them just as a large, red veiny knot pushed from Fenrir’s sheath and swelled down his length. “No!” Stellan gulped but Fenrir was insensate as he thrust faster and became wilder. Fenrir’s lips pulled into a snarl and saliva dripped from his fangs as he hunched and rutted over Stellan. “You have to…” Stellan tried to yell but bright, burning pain and hard, throbbing pressure filled his core before Fenrir’s roar shook the cave. There was a hard, hot rush and Stellan saw his stomach swell as cum flooded his passage. “Stop,” he slurred before everything went dark.

8

“Ithought you were dead,” Fenrir murmured when Stellan’s eyelids fluttered. He forced them open as he returned to his body and the cave. The cave was still cold and dark around them but Stellan was surprised to note that there was only a mild twinge of pain as he carefully stretched then pulled into a ball. He was also surprised to find that he’d been wrapped in a thick wool blanket.

“I thought I was dead too. I was sure you broke me,” Stellan said and raised the blanket so he could get a peek but it was too dark.

“I might have but I thought cleaning you might help and I think it did,” Fenrir said as he sniffed at Stellan’s face.

“You thought cleaning me would help?” Stellan asked and laughed and shivered as Fenrir huffed against his ear. He seemed relieved that Stellan was conscious and not broken.

“My saliva and tears made the fjords, so I thought I’d see if they could heal as well. You were bleeding and shaking but you stopped and I couldn’t find where you were injured once I’d licked the blood away,” he explained.

“I guess it worked,” Stellan said with a shrug. He wasn’t feeling as nonchalant about nearly dying but it could have gone worse, he reasoned. “Where did this come from?” He asked and sat up so he could inspect the blanket.

“I can show you,” Fenrir offered and gave Stellan a gentle nudge.

“Alright.” He pulled himself up then gasped as his legs wobbled and grabbed Fenrir’s side so he wouldn’t fall. “Sorry!” He said and attempted to balance himself but Fenrir’s giant snout swung around.

“Hold on to me. I don’t mind,” he said and sniffed at Stellan’s face again. “Are you still injured?” He asked and Stellan shook his head.

“No. I’m sore but I’ll be fine. I am a little dizzy and weak,” he said and there was an answering growl. It was a low, pensive rumble as they walked. Fenrir led Stellan deeper into the cave and it became narrower as it turned until Stellan had to press against the wolf’s side.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Fenrir mumbled and Stellan went ahead and grinned.

“I appreciate that and I know. It all happened really fast and it was…” His other hand flapped vaguely as he tried to find a word that could encompass how eroticandterrifying it had been. There were moments when Stellan felt powerful and highly aroused and then there were moments when he felt possessed and utterly insignificant beneath Fenrir. He was pure animalistic power and the act was more primal and brutal than anything Stellan had ever encountered. Much of it was thrilling and there were moments of sensual ecstasy but they were tempered by the panic and pain Stellan experienced at the end.

“You pleased me, boy,” Fenrir said just as they squeezed around another turn and Stellan’s jaw stretched as he took in the giant cavern. It was littered with clothes, books, backpacks, boots and sneakers from various eras.This is where he found the matches.Fenrir’s claws were long and he was able to use them to light matches to start fires, Stellan learned. There were other odds and ends around the cave and Stellan had wondered how the wolf had come by them. Stellan’s eyes swept upwards and he noted a glint of moonlight from an opening over their heads. Water spilled over the lip in a slender cascade and pooled on the far side of the cavern.

“What is all of this?” He asked.

“This is where the jötunn hides everything after he’s left another sacrifice,” Fenrir explained and Stellan’s eyes widened when he spotted his backpack and one of his duffle bags at the top on the giant mound in the center.

“That monster!” He cried and lunged for it but Fenrir caught Stellan as he tripped drunkenly.

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