Lycan (Monsterverse)

10. Mia

TEN

MIA

The swaying motion of being carried roused me from the deepest, most comfortable sleep I’d ever experienced. I groaned, rubbing my cheek into Fenrir’s chest fur. A low vibration echoed from under my ear and pleasant shivers crested down my spine.

“Where are we going?” I croaked, blinking the bleariness from my eyes. Each sway of his walk rubbed his thick cock inside me. How was he still stiff? His rough palms rested under my thighs, holding me perfectly against him. He was so large that his arms formed a comfortable nook. “You like to ignore me, don’t you,” I mumbled.

Fenrir grunted. Another beat of silence and he huffed.

“Where I can leave you unexposed.”

My eyebrows winged up. He actually answered. I didn’t know if I was hallucinating, or there wasn’t as much of the growly edge to his tone . . . and he hadn’t made any mention about my hands on him. I clenched a bunch of his fur in my fist. He held me securely, but I still held on. A nerve felt pinched in the crevice where my thigh bent. My core felt raw, stretched and sensitive. I squirmed.

“How long will we be stuck together?”

The long line of his body went taut and he slowed his determined stride.

“You want to be rid of my knot?” He responded sharply, glowing eyes narrowing.

“It’s just a question.” I scowled.

He bristled at everything. Like he expected the worst at every turn. “You’re super sensitive.” He grunted again, probably not understanding a lick of what I said.

A familiar worn path caught the corner of my eye. We were headed back to the shack. If I could turn to look over my shoulder, I bet I would see it.

He moved past the tree trunks at an alarming rate. Perks of his massive strides. His arm tightened across my spine more securely and he bent forward, his chest getting all in my face and blocking my view completely.

Wood creaked and then I heard the hollow echo of claws scratching wooden boards. He tilted me while I clung to him. I sputtered, spitting some of his fur from my mouth. His hunched position straightened as much as he could inside the shack.

Fenrir dropped to his knees with a loud thump. Pinpricks tickled my legs. If I didn’t move them, they’d become numb to the point of falling off. Even with him on his knees, if that was what that body part was called on his body, my feet didn’t touch the floor.

The pressure at the entrance of my sex loosened. I gasped at the release of his knot. Liquid gushed down my thighs, making me feel like I peed. I stiffened, looking up at him. His glowing eyes settled on mine. Using his fur as a purchase, I lifted myself up, using my tingling feet to push off his hips. Liquid continued trickling from my pussy in a rush. Orange glowing cum painted the insides of my thighs.

“Oh,” I breathed.

“I must clean you.” He grabbed my hips, lifting me so easily, and laying me on the ground with care. I gawked up at him. His antlers stretched high over his head. Intimidatingly. He dropped to all fours, leaning over my sensitive sex.

His muzzle dipped and he began licking me clean with long, toe curling swipes. I twitched and jerked with every run of his tongue. I was much too sensitive for this.

“Fenrir,” I yelped.

He grunted again.

I scowled at him. His antlers hovered a few inches above me. With the moonlight coming into the shack, I got a better glance at them. There seemed to be the smallest fibers coating the bone. Would they be soft if I touched them? He licked again, making my leg twitch.

“You taste . . .” He trailed off and I stiffened, battling with the urge to hide from him. All this was so new and scary. Even if I did like it.

“Like what?” I breathed, pushing myself to my elbows. “Bad?” I rolled my lips between my teeth and tried to close my legs. His rough palms flattened on my legs, splaying me wide.

“Unlike anything I ever encountered. I will never tire of it.”

“Oh.” I breathed, gawking down at his large head hovering over my wet, aching core. Orange flared so brightly it reflected on the walls and forced me to shield my gaze.

I laughed nervously. “Never is quite a long time.” He didn’t respond. His head moved with each drag of his tongue. The silky texture flicked against the inside crevice of my thigh, and I snorted out a laugh, trying to shy away, but his grip didn’t allow me to.

“Fenrir,” I gasped. “It tickles.”

“Tic-les?” His tongue flicked out in the same spot.

“Tickles. It feels funny.” I explained with a guffaw.

“You do not like this? Then why is the fleshy mouth covering your fangs spread like when you moan with pleasure?”

Fleshy mouth? What the . . . “Oh, my lips?” I pointed at mine. “You’re asking why I’m smiling.”

“Smiling.” He nodded, his ears flicking. The inside was as pink as his perpetually wet cock which had sunk back into his slit at some point.

“What are these named?” His sharp claw raked up the swell of my belly and rasped against my nipple. His head tilted questioningly.

“Nipples.” Another drag and the sharp talon was much too close to my face.

“Muzzle.”

“Nose and mouth,” I corrected. He seemed so confused, it was cute.

“You are very different from a female lycan.” He’d already said that. I scowled.

“Um, yeah, makes sense since we’re different species.” My tone held the slightest bite, but his words rubbed me wrong. I tried to jerk my leg away, but it was no use. His finger-pad grazed against something that stung, and I hissed a breath out between my teeth.

His nose flared and he dipped, sniffing. I tensed. What on earth was he doing? He forcefully moved my left leg so it crossed my other thigh. His glowing eyes flared, but since he wasn’t looking at me, I saw what held his focus. His nose neared the long scratch on the outside of my thigh. Little droplets of blood gathered along the wound.

“You are leaking red now.” His snarl echoed off the walls of the shack. He must have grazed his claws against the scratches and re-opened them.

“It’s just a little cut.” I scowled down at the wound.

“I will heal you.”

His palm flattened behind my neck, and he forced me up, bringing me to my knees while he rose to his with ease.

A loud huff blew my hair back as he lowered his muzzle to sniff me and his cock emerged from the slit.

“What are you doing?” His grip on the back of my neck flexed. “How can you still be hard?” I gasped.

“You.”

He pulled me toward him so fast I put my hands on the sides of his thighs before I smacked face first into his bobbing cock.

“Be still,” he ordered, pulling me closer.

“Fenrir.” I shoved at his large, oddly jointed arm.

“I will heal my female.” Heal my female? . . . Heal with his cum ? He’d been healing me. The realization smacked me across the face. The scratches really had been as bad as I’d thought. They’d started to heal from the first moment he forced my mouth to his tip.

He looked down at me from high up, taking hold of my chin between two claws. If I moved my head, they’d rip through my cheek.

“Fine,” I huffed.

He was already moving before I said anything. The single-minded monster would not be swayed. Fenrir did as he pleased.

“Taste me.” Both my eyebrows went up on my forehead. The order reached into my gut and roused desire to life.

“Fe—” I choked on my sentence. The rounded tip of his wet cock shoved against my lips and stopped my words. He rammed his hips up, forcing past my lips. My jaw creaked with how wide I had to open my mouth.

Tears flooded my eyes, and I tried to speak, but was unsuccessful.

I sank my teeth into the tip before he rammed right through my esophagus and killed me via cock impalement. That would be so traumatizing. He hesitated at the feel of my teeth, and he jerked back, giving me the chance to turn away.

“You have to be gentle.” I gasped. His head cocked. “Do you want to kill me?”

He recoiled, his large grip releasing me. His cock bobbed in front of my nose. An orange glow reflected off the pink, wet shaft. The base had already started swelling. Cum beaded at the tip, the orange color making my mouth water. I could taste the remnants of his sweet precum on my lips and I licked it clean.

“I do not want your death,” he rumbled in his growly voice. The corner of my lips helplessly twitched up. He sounded so scolded. Like how I sounded the time I accidentally over-watered the roses wrapped around the front of the house, causing them to wilt and die off.

I gripped the base, right above the knot. The knot pressed against the side of my pinky and palm. That massive base had swelled so much inside me—and I’d taken it—and loved it.

I wet my lips and leaned forward, pressing against the head where his moisture leaked. The sweetness exploded on my tongue. It tasted so good I couldn’t hold back my groan. I peeked up at him. He was laser focused on me, his upper lip curled, exposing his deadly, sharp incisors.

Gliding my palm up, I squeezed hard. A loud rumble vibrated his body. I flicked my tongue out, licking the flat of it around the protruding tip. There was the slightest ridge circling the head.

When I moved my hand down, a guttural groan exploded through the room. I did it again, rubbing up his shaft and licking the tip, swallowing the sweetness he offered me. Warmth flowed through my veins. My eyelids lowered. So delicious. I stretched my mouth around him, working to fit my lips around the head. A flick of my tongue caused his hips to twitch, driving his cock further in.

His tip shoved against the back of my throat, making it difficult to breathe or swallow. I pointedly grunted and he relaxed his thrust.

The stretch to fit him wasn’t as painful, but I could still only fit about three inches of him inside my mouth. I eased off him, licking as I lifted.

A draft kicked up and movement caught my attention. He was wagging his tail. I peeked up at him and his eyes were closed, head tipped back.

How . . . cute.

Lust bloomed in my gut and expanded outward. Dipping my head, I flicked my tongue up the shaft. Cum dribbled down the sides and I lapped it up, taking all he offered.

A needy whine escaped the terrifying monster. Having him fall apart because of me made me feel powerful. I wet my lips. His pleasure made me want to slide myself on him again, but I wanted to see him come undone just from my mouth. Taking him with both hands, I gripped him, my fingertips struggling to touch with how large he was.

One squeeze of his length caused a gush of release to spurt into my mouth and I swallowed the delectable taste. I wrapped my lips around his tip again and pumped his shaft, stopping at his knot.

His hips twitched with each of my movements, but keeping hold of him kept him from ramming into my throat and breaking my neck.

A whine spilled from his muzzle and his claws tangled in my hair, gripping it hard. The pinch faded with the gush of release from his cock. I shivered, pumping and licking, relishing in every inch of the monster’s cock.

Heat traveled down my throat and spilled through my veins, chasing away the slight chill of the early morning. He shuddered, head falling forward, his large body bending.

“Why didn’t you swell as much?” I ran my fingers over the dip of his knot.

He let out a very canine groan and swept me in his arms, swiftly tucking me under his body. His body vibrated with a rumbling purr.

He was really soft and the rub of his fur against my skin comforted me. Since he rested the majority of his weight on his side, with me nestled against him, and slightly under him, he enveloped me.

I rolled to face him and cuddled closer.

A smidge of guilt speared my chest. I shouldn’t enjoy fucking a monster this much.

“You will remain here until my return.”

“Where are you going?” I stiffened against him.

“I will return.” That didn’t answer my question. Would he go feed on Jason and Pam? Panic squeezed my lungs.

“Fenrir,” I hesitated. His head cocked, glow falling over my face. “While you’re gone, I will go—” His growl cut me off. The hair on the back of my neck stood.