4. Fenrir
FOUR
FENRIR
Why was she leaking from her face? What smell was this? I flared my nose as I tasted the water coming from her eyes.
The taste spread on my tongue and a shiver coasted down my spine to my tail. I shook my fur. Even the agony of my cuts did nothing to take away from the pleasure the taste of her liquid gave me.
I lapped her face, collecting the moisture tracing down her small, flat muzzle. She did not move under me, keeping still as if knowing I would rip her throat out if she twitched. After collecting the rest of the moisture with my tongue, it stopped coming.
“More,” I snarled. She startled, a harsh breath exploding from the fleshiness framing her blunt teeth. I sniffed and dipped my head to follow the deliciousness.
There was more of the taste here. I slid my tongue inside her odd human muzzle, licking and tasting her. I didn’t understand this moisture she leaked, but she tasted delicious. Like the crisp woods I had smelled when I escaped the torment of my captivity.
She made a sound, and it vibrated against my tongue. Her little hands gripped my horning.
I stiffened, baring my teeth in her face. She flinched and let me go, cowering below me. Such a small human. All humans were nothing compared to my size, but this one seemed smaller than the ones I had encountered. I curled my lip at the thought of them. Unlike any I had seen, she held extra flesh in her legs and midsection. I could never understand how they survived with such weak, fragile bodies. Not even fur protected them. Preposterous.
Humans were nothing in a fight against a creature, and I’d eaten my fair share of them. I did not need her acceptance to feed on her flesh, but my injuries weakened me, and I did not want to expose myself to another fight. I would not risk capture.
My captivity began so long ago . . . if I hadn’t been weakened by my fight with the pack of Arbols, those humans would have never caught me as a youngling.
I had not been slain, instead, I’d woken chained and bleeding on a table.
They’d sliced through my gut and torso multiple times. I watched in agony as they rifled through my insides and then stitched me up—too many times to count. Used for scientific reasons, I’d heard them say. I flexed my claws, slicing the ground.
If I did not heal quickly, I could not reign destruction upon them as they deserved. I wanted to do it soon.
I sneered and the girl flinched, her arms wrapped around her torso, over the plump extra flesh—the bits that female humans had. This one had an excess from what I had seen of the others.
I lowered my muzzle and tasted her neck with slow, gliding laps. Her death was calling. I’d sink my teeth into her and feed on her entrails.
It would not be enough to immediately garner strength, but—my nose twitched. A tantalizing scent curled to my nose.
A succulence I had only ever scented on her invaded my senses. Where was it coming from? I breathed in deeper, following it. Lower and lower until I pressed my nose between her hind legs.
Here. I inhaled deeper, sucking in the sweetness perfuming off her skin. Causing a hunger so violent it caused my cock to twitch within my slit.
A growl vibrated my diaphragm, and I sniffed her into my lungs.
“What are you doing?” She squealed in a high-pitched voice, grating on my ears. I flicked them to rid the irritation and shoved my nose harder against the warmth between her legs. She jolted as if I’d struck my claws into her throat. I would devour this smell, claim it, own it until the female died. I would begin my feast here.
She gripped my horning again and I snarled in warning. She let go hastily, thumping onto her back, staring down at me with wide eyes. My glow cast over her features.
I delved under the fabric covering what I wanted, and fortunately, the weak, thin skin of her legs was already bare to me. Another tight fabric covered the scent, and I snarled. Her legs trembled as I opened my maw over the covered flesh between her legs.
“W-what are you doing? Those are my underwea—” I yanked the fabric. The taste of blood coated my tongue, and she screeched. A thin line bled from my fang catching the flesh above the area I sought.
Upon her being bared, the potency of her scent hit me. I groaned gutturally. The fur on my back stood and a shiver coasted down my spine. I lowered my head, needing to get closer, but her legs slammed together.
“Do not hide it from me,” I snarled.
“But you’re sniffing my sex,” she whispered. Her eyes were large, like they could take up half her face. Humans were odd looking creatures. The soft, flat muzzles, the bare fur-less flesh, ugly things.
I snarled.
Her small body jolted, and her knees slowly opened, revealing, pink, damp flesh below a tuft of fur. The flesh looked unlike anything I had ever seen. It throbbed. It was hypnotizing.
This was her sex , where she reproduced with the males of her species . . . and like my species—lycans, as the humans referred to us—also had their sexual organs at the apex of their legs.
I’d assumed it was humans’ muzzles that birthed young since I had seen them taste monsters’ sexual areas to harvest the potent liquid from our release.
The female humans I overheard described our organs as ‘cocks’. They seemed gleeful at having a taste, but breeding was purely for reproducing, they should not be taking joy from it.
I had not been one of the subjects used this way, the scientists preferred to rip me into shreds to see what I could survive.
She yelped upon my nose touching her, her legs trembling. I bared my teeth in warning, and she kept her legs spread. Her wide eyes rounded and her face turned pink.
Humans were a strange, unattractive breed, but then why did this one look so . . . soft.
Upon my tongue lapping across her, her small hands pressed over her muzzle, but a soft whine escaped.
A potent sweet taste unlike anything I had eaten shocked my system. My cock emerged from its slit, engorged and twitching. So large it pressed against the human’s leg. She tensed, but I didn’t allow another second to pass.
I repeated the same lick. Her slick coated my tongue and a shiver lifted the fur on my body.
Unmatched delicacy.
I trembled, lashing my tongue into the tightness of the petals and it gave way, allowing me to plunge into a channel to seek more of her taste. Her inner walls squeezed my tongue, and her hips frantically moved.
The more I licked, the more liquid she offered my tongue. With each gush and flick, she offered me needy whimpers. I wanted this pleasure and taste drawn out.
She would not die. She would be owned by me. Do as I ordered until I tired of her or until I gathered my strength to seek vengeance against the vile humans who took pleasure in slicing sharp objects into my body in the name of ‘discovery’—whichever came first.
I slid my tongue up the sides of her leaking crevices, gyrating forward until the tip of my member pressed into her leg. I flicked my tongue deeper into her and her body tensed, her small muzzle opening. She cried out, the call wild and visceral, forcing a growl from my throat and causing my cock to throb.
She jackknifed her hips up and her channel squeezed my tongue. Her shout now mingled with whimpers.
My hips continued to pump against the slightest touch of her leg, my knot swelling in preparation for release. A tremor worked up my spine. A foreign sensation built in my gut, and warmth spread down. What was happening to me? I could not contain myself. Slamming my claws on the ground, I raked them into the wood, gouging into the surface.
My sack drew tight and gut-wrenching pleasure webbed through every inch of my limbs, turning them useless. In a sudden burst, I could no longer breathe, and heat exploded from the tip of my cock in a gush. A guttural sound roared from my chest. Glowing release splattered over the human’s legs and onto the fabric covering her.
I swayed forward, my injuries throbbing from the grind of my hips. Weakness I would not allow while being around a human. Shaking my head to rid the drag on my limbs begging me to drop to unconsciousness, I bent to lick my release from her legs, cleaning her with quick, swift swipes. She gasped with each lave of my tongue.
I had never released. When lycan’s mated, the females dug their claws into the male and did not release the male they selected. Before my captivity, I had kept my distance in order to not be bound to a female. That choice had not changed. But this was a human, to use and discard.
I sat back on my haunches, my cock still throbbing with need. My release painted the sides of the thick pulsating member.
Her eyes fastened upon it. A high-pitched scream speared my ears. Her already small eyes became even larger.
“What is that? I-I mean, I know what it is in theory, b-but . . .”
I bared my teeth proudly.
“Clean me off, human.” The words flowed too easily. I did not enjoy touch, any touch, regardless of species, but even more so from humans. They were disgusting and weak, but this one smelled so enticing.
She closed and opened her eyes quickly.
“Y-you want me to lick your cum?” There was a tilt to the end of her words, but I could not understand what was difficult about my order. Irritation washed away my confusion.
“Now.” I sneered. I cocked my head, watching the plump, fur-less human jolt as if she would flee. I would rip her head off if she attempted it. I cocked my head, watching the human’s next move. What would she do?
Her human muzzle thinned, and she bent forward until she crawled the distance separating us. Her clothing fell forward and covered her sweet taste. A growl vibrated in my throat. I swayed forward to slice my claws through the offending fabric blocking her heat. The room tipped and I slammed my claws on the ground to steady my body before I fell to the side. A frustrated huff left my muzzle.
She settled before me, her gaze fastened on the tip of my breeding member where my luminescent need awaited her. Her hands wrapped around my flesh, above my knot, and she gasped, flexing her fingers against my shaft. I grunted, my glow flaring bright until it illuminated her. It took both her hands to grip my width. Her touch was hesitant—gentle. Unlike any other touch I had ever felt upon me. Panting came through my clenched teeth.
Her small tongue poked out across the plush flesh of her human muzzle. She leaned forward and gingerly flicked her tongue out again, collecting my seed.
I groaned, my hips bucking up. This-I-Such pleasure. How delicious. Why did her tongue feel this way? Her eyes flicked up. She licked me again, sending ecstasy through my veins.
“More.” I snarled and buried my claws into her hair to force her muzzle flush to my throbbing tip, my hips bucking desperately. A guttural sound I’d never made before rumbled from my muzzle—then she slid both hands down, taking the pleasure to the base of my cock where my knot waited.
I couldn’t take this fascinating pleasure?—