Lycan (Monsterverse)

24. Fenrir

TWENTY-FOUR

FENRIR

She seemed fixated on cleaning herself off, which was why I now found myself poking at that lever she used to spit water. My claw gouged the metal, and I immediately retreated my paw. The round spout sputtered, and droplets came from its edges. Something was working if it was causing the water to come. Using the soft underside of my paw, I gently nudge the spout. This time, it sprayed without effort.

Water pelted the fur on my arm.

Success.

My tail swished behind me and a loud clatter exploded in the small space. I took care and still broke things, but I would move the hindering objects once my human was clean and healed. I reached her where I had set her at the edge of her nest.

With one claw, I tore away the barrier covering her thin flesh then collected my now bared human and returned to the water. Cradling her to my chest, I squeezed into the tight space under the water.

She groaned and nuzzled her small face to my chest. I released a pleasured vibration from my chest, running my paw down her back in a soothing motion. When she bathed me, she rubbed the little floral scented thing all over me. I plucked it up with two of my claws and rubbed the end of it down her spine. She bathed me with such care, yet, I could not do the same to her because of my claws.

I clicked my teeth together and struggled to rub the thing on her head. My claws sliced through the soap, and it thudded on the ground. I snarled. I did the best I could and at least she no longer had blood crusting her body.

I forced my attention away from the cuts. I did not like seeing them on her, but now that she was no longer crusted from blood, her wounds were exposed. Wounds that needed to be healed.

A twitch of my claw on the lever in the opposite direction shut off the water. I shook my head, sending water spraying and my antlers gouged into the side of the box. She was very protective of her den. I must take more care.

Stepping out, I pulled a cloth over her as she had done before and the fibers collected the water.

With a few strides I returned to her nest and carefully set her down and the cloth fell aside, leaving her bare to me. Her breasts continued to call my attention. The tip, her nipples, were peaked. The reactive little flesh . . . I leaned over her to lick one. She groaned and as if calling it forth, my member emerged from my slit. I licked her again and her nipples puckered more.

My hips twitched forward as if I were mounting her. I would claim her, but she must be healed first. Slick coated my tip, and I guided it to her lips. I used the back of my claw to move her slumbering face to the side. Upon prodding her lips with the wet tip, her mouth opened. A guttural sound left me. Half growl, half snarl. In her sleep, she lapped the tip, her mouth suckling.

I gripped my cock in hand and stroked down to my knot. It twitched in my hand, releasing more of my release into her mouth. She continued to suckle me, swallowing as I offered her more nectar.

I watched as her injuries knit closed until she no longer bled. A satisfied chuff left my muzzle, and I squeezed my knot. Her breasts moved with each of her inhales. I swelled and my release ripped through my member and buckled my knees. I grunted, leaning over her to sink my paw onto her nest. I heaved out breaths as my need gushed from me with painful ecstasy. I pulled my cock from her mouth and my release splashed across her chest, painting her in ribbons of my claim.

Setting my other paw down, my torso curved over where she rested at the edge of the nest, while my hind paws remained on the ground. I panted as the wave of ecstasy receded.

Her small hand slid across her belly, rubbing my need into her flesh. A vibration left my chest. I liked that. As if reacting to my sound, she sighed.

I breathed in her slick. She required release even while slumbering. Strange little human, but I would do whatever she needed. Straightening over her, I studied her small face with my liquid trickling from the corner of her mouth. She was covered in my release.

Dropping to all fours, I moved to the side where her legs hung and her strange, bare, and clawless back paws. I nestled my muzzle between her legs, and they fell apart. The sweet smell of her slick sent shockwaves through my cock. I glided my tongue up the leaking slit, collecting all of her need. I delved my tongue inside her, where my sex fit within. She gasped and her inner walls clamped onto my tongue.

I continued the steady licks, watching her features twist and panting breaths leave her lips. Her breasts moved up and down mesmerizingly. Mia cried out, her sound guttural and needy, making my cock release droplets from the tip. The flesh around my tongue squeezed with rhythmic pulses. Her head thrashed side to side as she reached her pleasure.

I retreated, satisfied, while my human remained slumbering. Her wounds no longer spilled blood. She should be completely healed.

Lifting to my hind paws, I stretched to lean over her face. I wanted in her, to feel her all around me after she was almost taken from me. The fur on the back of my neck stood and I slid my cock into her channel until she enveloped my knot. She took me where I belonged.

She sighed and her fingers sank into the fur of my belly, holding me to her. I cradled her to my chest and lay back so she rested on top of me.

With her sex hugging my cock, I curled my arms around her back, protecting her.

This here, her release—her pleasure, her , I hungered for all of it. Complete vengeance hadn’t been dealt by my claws. That scientist had only been a segment of my retribution, but it did not matter any longer.

Mia sighed, her fingers digging into the fur on my chest to scratch my flesh with her miniature claws. She claimed me as wholly as I claimed her.

She writhed on my cock and her tight sheath clutched me—owning me—making a point. My knot throbbed inside her and my hips bucked.

She would need another rinse under the water once I finished with her.