9. Fenrir
NINE
FENRIR
Her soft, fleshy mouth parted with a puff of air and she straightened again. Humans wore fabrics on their bodies to cover their sensitive skin, and I’d shredded hers. What was left of it lay in tatters next to us.
The round flesh on her chest swayed. Such interestingly arousing flesh. Only the human women had this aspect to their body and they always covered them. Curving my head up, I swiped my tongue against the hard protrusion. Her sex squeezed my knot.
I bucked without control. Her head fell back, and she clenched my fur hard, using it to keep herself balanced. They seemed to be some sort of arousal inciting button.
“What do you call these,” I licked the tip again. Her sex squeezed my knot every time I did it.
“Breasts.” She panted.
“Our females do not have these.”
Her fleshy mouth became thinner.
“Oh.” She flexed around my cock and it responded, wringing a shudder from her. “How did your cum make this possible?” She spoke haltingly, as if she struggled to push the words free.
I should not answer the human, but some innate desire forced me to sate her curiosity.
“It makes humans stronger.” The humans experimenting on me enjoyed talking. From them, I learned much of what they had been doing to my species. There were other creatures they would take just for their release. They were milked for their cum to experiment on, to taste, to discover —they said.
The frigid slab I had been strapped to had been isolated from the other creatures, so all the information I had garnered was from the human’s conversing. All I ever bore witness to was humans and how they enjoyed shredding apart my innards. Decades under their experiments offered me an insight on much. Especially how vile they were.
“Fenrir?” Her voice echoed in my ears, muffled by the ringing. I flicked them to shake off the remembered agony of being shredded open. “Hey, are you okay?”
Her voice was low and hurried. I focused my attention on her. Her mouth pursed and she cocked her head to the side.
“Okay?” What did she mean by this? She wanted an affirmative?
“Like are you feeling well?”
I wasn’t sure what this meant. So I only grunted. I struggled to hold her gaze, so I gave up to peruse her oddly erotic body.
I ran my claw across a jagged scratch on her leg.
“What did this,” I couldn’t keep the fury from my tone. “Who marred you?”
The fur over her eyes lifted high.
“Um, you.”
“I have not?—”
“Yes, you did.” Her fleshy mouth thinned again. “I came running to warn you and you said all sorts of things and then tossed me on the ground.”
The image she painted was not as she said. She had charged me, her eyes wide and her teeth bared.
“You aimed to attack me.”
“No, I was trying to warn you that the lions were behind you.”
“Warn me?” I did not understand. “Why?”
Her body moved with her scoff.
“They were going to attack you.”
I stiffened as if she had dug her little human claws into my chest. I could not form any words to come from my muzzle. I could not make sense of any of this. Nor the warmth in my gut that bloomed through my limbs, urging me to keep her at my side for eternity.
Her eyes did not glow, but they reflected mine. She stared at her little claws buried in my fur, moving them in scratching circles.
She had been petting me and I did not care.
Lycans did not mate how I took her. Facing each other—only through the male mounting. . . but I did not care. I enjoyed this little writhing human and the sounds she expelled.
I craved it and her . The small creature called to my instincts. She remained locked on my knot, claimed by me. A vibration rumbled through my chest. Yes, she would remain mine.
Her head pressed against my sternum. She nuzzled her cheek into me.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re really untrusting, Fenrir?” Her sleep coated words seared me internally unlike I’d ever experienced.
The humans had given me that name, and I told her of it as a reminder of what humans were capable of. But from her human mouth , it now caused pleasure.
They’d taken me as an adolescent, stolen me. Tortured me to the point that all I knew was pain. My old life with kin remained in the far recesses of my mind. Before consciousness and awareness spawned with the Rift, I lived violently in my world. As a youngling I was allowed to stay with my creators—the ones to birth me, but I would have been expected to leave once I found my breeding match, except I’d lived trapped.
I’d bided my time, waiting for my strength to grow in order to escape. There was a reason humans hardly ever attempted to capture full grown monsters. They would have been shredded to pieces and devoured. Just as I’d done to many of the human males that hunted me. If I had been full-grown, they would not have been able to take me, but I took pleasure in knowing that even at my youngling age, I’d slaughtered two of them and maimed many.
Mia hummed and nuzzled my chest again. The warmth inside me throbbed like a live thing.
This little human was not the same. Lycans did not entangle themselves this way or touch the way the human touched me. I could not ignore her presence. It beat against my fur. Not unpleasantly. The opposite. I thrust up, jostling her on my knot. Her fleshy mouth opened with the sweetest sound, and her sex squeezed my cock.
I would keep her with me. Never again would I harm this gentle human, so unlike others.
Once I fed on the flesh of those vile humans who tortured me, I would not leave her side.