Lycan (Monsterverse)

17. Fenrir

SEVENTEEN

FENRIR

Emotions was what she called the liquid pouring from her eyes. Such an inconsequential, non-threatening liquid, yet it caused some odd shifting in my chest. It urged me to destroy everything that dared make her leak it.

If I had not shredded that human male already, I would have done it over and over, and much slower. I learned much of torture at the hands of humans.

“I’m going to shower.”

I stiffened my grip on her.

“You will not leave my sight.”

The fur over her eyes scrunched close together.

“You’re coming with me,” she announced, lifting only one of the fur strips above her eye.

I grunted in answer.

Anything she pleased, I would do. Even to ‘shower’. I lifted her, taking care with my sharp claws and placed her on her feet to the side of her nest. She wobbled and I kept hold of her until she slipped out of my grip.

Sliding off the nest and dropping to all fours, I followed on her heels. Much too close. My claw caught her leg and she gasped, stumbling forward. I swiped out to catch her before she slammed onto the floor.

“Did I harm you?” I asked, alarmed with her silence. Turning her, I took hold of her leg and lifted. No injury. I had not hurt her. I relaxed. She flailed her arms around as she hopped on one leg.

“I’m fine! Put my foot down,” she shouted, her arms waving in the air. “Down, Fenrir.” My ears twitched at the volume she emitted. I slowly lowered her limb, and she huffed. Seemingly . . . upset?

“What have I done?”

She eyed me. Looked down and then up at me.

“Nothing,” she said, and lifted her palm to rub the side of my neck. Her small face was angled up toward me. Her hypnotic eyes studied me. I could no longer have much distance between us. If she traveled with me, I would keep her safe and hide her nearby the compound I’d been held in. It would only be moments that I would be gone. Kill the humans and then collect her and return to this den. We would make this place ours. I would breed her with my young and she would never leave my side. If she continued to feed from my seed, she would live as long as I did.

“You will come with me.” She stopped petting me and her lips turned downward. I was beginning to take note. When she did not like something, they made that same movement.

“Wait, what?”

“I am not leaving you.” I already informed her of this. Why was she shocked?

“Hold on, hold on. This came out of left field.” She put up her hands. “Where are we going?”

“The compound.”

She blinked.

“You mean the place where they hurt you?” Her voice lowered. When she spoke this way . . . I fought the urge to pace. I grunted in answer.

“Not yet.” She put up her hands.

I exhaled hard, a growl building in my chest.

“No, no. It doesn’t mean I won’t go at all, but first I need to shower.” She shoved her little claws through the fur on her head. “A-and I need to fix up the house and clean all the blood and—” I licked her mouth. She became silent.

Waiting a bit more will not change my course.

“Very well.”

She closed and opened her eyes quickly.

“Very well? What does that mean?”

“I will do as you say.”

Her body stiffened and she seemed not to be breathing. What was wrong with her? The corners of her lips kept twitching.

A pleasant tinkling sound escaped my human. Her mouth was stretched wide. “Are you sure you’re a monster?”

“I am a monster,” I responded. I believed that was clear. The pleasing sound came from her again.

No human had ever made such a sound. This was like a lycan’s vibrations. Indication of pleasure. My cock hardened, emerging from its slit.

I would destroy any creature to hear her vibrations again.

“Let’s go shower?” she asked, voice still breathless.

I waited for her to guide me to whatever this “shower” was. She walked straight, toward the hole across from her nest.

I took care not to hurt her legs as I followed. She turned into a compartment smaller than the one filled with her scent. She stopped in front of a small box and reached inside. Water began to spurt from a nozzle.

What was this? I approached slowly, needing to be on all fours as I entered. My sides rubbed against human things.

She lifted a foot and walked into the small box. She pulled a pane that would close her inside. It would trap her!

“Mia,” I snarled, lunging for her arm.

She screamed and hugged her arms to her chest, staring at me with wide eyes. She looked side to side, showing too much of the whites of her eyes. Prey tended to peel their eyes this way when they feared for their lives.

My claws were wrapped around her small limb and I loosened my grip.

“What happened? What is it?” she breathed, calming her panting.

I eyed the white box, lifting my lip in a threat.

“This will trap you.”

Her mouth pinched together, then she burst into that tinkling noise. The fur on my body lifted.

“This is a showerhead.” She pointed at the thing spitting water. “I fill the water up and it comes through here heated instead of all cold like the lake.” She inched under the falling water. Her head-fur plastered to her skin. “Come in.” She waved her hand toward the empty space that dipped into the box.

She stood in it without a care. I did not trust it. Returning my attention toward her, I studied her wide eyes. She would not harm me. She had not harmed me. I grunted and followed her, carefully climbing inside. My tail hit against the box and it rattled.

“Be careful, the glass will break.” She clicked her tongue as she arranged the barrier back in place.

My head hovered over the bar holding the glass up and I could see outside of the smooth hole we stood in.

“This is a showerhead—” Water sprayed across my muzzle, blinding me. I sneezed, turning my face away from the assault.

“What is this attack,” I snarled. She would not harm me, but the water continued to pelt me. I sneered at this ‘showerhead’.

She aimed it down.

“It’s not an attack,” she mumbled.

“I want none of this.” I set my front limb on the edge of the bowl to climb out.

“Wait,” she cried out, bunching my fur in her little fist. “You need to shower,” she said, her chin tilted upward. “Fenrir, please.” Her lips turned downward. She was dissatisfied. I did not want her dissatisfied.

I gritted my teeth and sat on my haunches. The fit was tight and uncomfortable because the pane pressed against one side and my other side was flush to a white wall. “I’ll not get your face this time. Promise.” She angled the showerhead she held in hand toward my neck. Rivulets of water traveled down my fur, weighing it down. I studied her human face. Her dark fur, the gentle curve of her small muzzle—no, lips and nose. There was nothing that should call me to claim her. Nothing about her resembled a lycan female. Yet, I only wanted to mate her. Her sex still smelled of desire and blood. Her body ached to be filled with my seed so she could breed.

My cock stiffened and expanded from my slit.

“Whoa there, Fenrir, let’s get through a shower.” The corner of her lips lifted. That expression right there, that was what I liked. And especially when that tinkling noise escaped her mouth.

I could watch her move for eternity. Focus settled over my instincts, narrowing in on this female.

I no longer had the urge to run. Once I devoured those that harmed me, I would be content to lay with her. Just this little human in front of me.

She rubbed a bar of some floral-smelling thing on my body.

“What is this?”

“A bar of soap. I made it.” Her mouth tipped up, and an airy sensation expanded in my gut. My cock throbbed to life.

“What is that?” I lifted my claw to the corner of her lips where they went downward. “Do not make them go down,” I snarled. The showerhead spit water on the ground as she held it lower.

Her eyes widened.

“You don’t want me to frown.” Frown . She frowned again, and I sneered. That was what she was doing? There were so many parts to their human language. And this one was not the only language. After devouring a human, monsters absorbed the language of the one they fed on, so I understood the humans but not always the meaning behind the words.

“You’re so cute,” she said with a smile. “Lean down.”

I dropped my head as she ordered. She slid the bar around my horning and ears. Water dripped into my eyes, stinging. I growled and yanked back on instinct.

“Wait. Fenrir, wait!”

I shook my fur out. She sputtered, lifting a hand to block the spray erupting from my fur. I settled, the sting no longer present.

She swiped her face with the back of her hand, taking away the white foam that left my fur and attached to her.

My human did not seem pleased, but her huff only caused a swell in my chest.