Fenrir by K. Sterling

7

Stellan awoke with a start but he was warm and safe as he nuzzled into the wolf’s chest. It was so soft and smelled like the green things of the woods. He didn’t think he’d be able to sleep but Stellan was exhausted after his crude meal. It took him a while and a lot of silent tears but Stellan was able to skin the rabbit and cook it over the fire. He wasn’t very hungry so he picked at the meat then tossed the rest at Fenrir. The wolf was pleased with the morsel and ordered Stellan to lay with him so they could rest. The wolf curled on his side and Stellan carefully settled against his chest and snuggled closer. Fenrir was right, Stellan was more than warm enough and his eyes became heavy as the fire went out.

But he was wide awake and his curiosity got the better of him. He had no idea what time it was or how long they’d been asleep as Stellan took stock of the situation and remembered his vow.

Step one: tame the wolf, he decided with a firm nod then chewed on his lip. Right. How do I do that? He considered the giant sleeping animal and reminded himself that Fenrir was essentially a large dog. Stellan said a silent prayer and sifted his fingers through sleek, silky fur, exploring the solid, heavily muscled abdomen beneath.

“What are you doing, boy?” Fenrir rumbled as he stirred but he allowed Stellan to scratch and knead as his hands pushed through the fur on his chest and side.

“You’re so soft and warm and you smell nice,” he said and there was a low growl that resembled a purr as Fenrir shifted. He raised his paw and rested it on Stellan’s shoulder so he could scratch along his ribs.

“That’s…nice,” Fenrir admitted and his hind leg kicked and Stellan heard a heavy thump that he suspected was his tail. “I’ve never been… I’ve never let a human touch me before,” he said. Stellan hummed knowingly and leaned back so he could scratch swirling circles over the softer parts of Fenrir’s stomach.

“Most people won’t pet a dog or a wolf if it’s trying to eat them,” he replied and Fenrir snorted.

“You tried. You’re the first man who’s ever been brave enough.”

“Brave is one word for it,” Stellan teased and there was another drowsy rumble as his fingers trailed lower. They swept along the raised ridge that protruded from the wolf’s belly and Stellan’s knuckle brushed against downy-soft fur. “Sometimes, I’m stupid and reckless.” He bit into his lip as his thumb swept over the sheath and Fenrir’s tail stilled.

“It was reckless of you to offer me your hand but it wasn’t stupid. Most of the men the jötunn leaves for me don’t know and they certainly don’t have the presence of mind to offer. They just run and scream and beg,” he said slowly and Stellan felt the wolf’s wariness. He also felt the long ridge swell and become more firm as Stellan dragged the backs of his fingers over it. “That’s reckless, boy,” Fenrir warned but it was a deep, gravelly growl that made the hairs on the back of Stellan’s neck and arms stand. He turned his hands and gripped and kneaded as Fenrir became harder beneath his furry sheath. A shiny pink tip protruded and glowed amidst the inky darkness of Fenrir’s fur. Stellan’s brain recognized that this was indeed the most reckless and bizarre thing he could possibly do but there was a gnawing tickle in his passage and he was getting hard at the thought.

“I’ve spent most of my life hunting for you in legends and I dreamt of finding you here. It might not make any sense but it would have been worth it to die like that. It would have been enough to know that you were real but now I have the chance to touch you with my bare hands and learn all there is to know about you.”

“Do you think you can make me your pet?” Fenrir asked and it was laced with accusation. The idea was intriguing but Stellan knew enough about gods and monsters to mind his hubris.

“Never. But I could be yours,” Stellan whispered and wiggled lower.

“My pet?” Fenrir replied. Stellan could hear that the beast liked the sound of that so he purred as he kneaded and scooted closer.

“Yours. I’d worship you and serve you,” he whispered and panted against the hot pink tip and Fenrir trembled.

“How would you serve me?”

“Like this,” Stellan breathed and dragged his tongue over the end of Fenrir’s shaft. It swelled as more of Fenrir’s length protruded from his belly and Stellan was rewarded with a strangled yelp when he wrapped his lips around the pointed end and sucked. Fenrir’s cock was long and slick as it stretched and Stellan was amazed at how smooth and hot it was. He lapped and moaned at the softly salty and sweet taste as he worked his way down and around. Fenrir was almost as long as Stellan’s arm but not much wider, thankfully. Stellan had dated a few men who were into fisting so he was feeling optimistic. “Do you ever…mate?” He attempted awkwardly. Fenrir raised his head as if he was startled but his cock pulsed and a silky gush of pre-cum washed over Stellan’s tongue and chin.

“I used to but it’s been…ages. My offspring were too big and too wild when I mated with the wolves here. I couldn’t control them and they roamed too close to the villages. They scared the humans and attracted hunters to my forest so I stopped mating.”

“I’m not a wolf and I can’t have puppies,” Stellan boasted and hummed happily as he sucked. Fenrir’s pre-cum was sweet and clean and there was so much of it.

“And you said you weren’t smart,” the wolf replied and lowered his head. His snout butted into Stellan’s chest, knocking him onto his back. Long claws swiped at Stellan’s flannel pajama pants and they ripped away easily before Fenrir’s nose swept between his legs and pushed into Stellan’s sac. Fenrir sniffed loudly and Stellan gasped as Fenrir’s massive tongue curled around his cock and balls and lashed at the cleft of his ass. Lush, scorching heat washed over his hole and Stellan whimpered as he tangled his fingers in Fenrir’s fur and pulled the beast up and over him.

“Now!” He urged and reached between them so he could guide Fenrir’s shaft. Stellan found his hole and sobbed in shocked delight as it slipped past the tight ring of his ass and plunged deep. There was a bright sting as Stellan stretched around Fenrir but he was so slippery and hot. And fast. Fenrir let out another loud, canine yelp as his hind legs kicked and bucked. The pace was almost frantic and Stellan spread his arms and held on as Fenrir’s thick heat pumped faster and faster. God, he was so deep and Stellan’s eyes rolled as Fenrir’s cock grew even fuller and crushed his prostate with each brutally swift thrust. A hard wave of pleasure crashed into Stellan and his body jumped and arched beneath the wolf as his nerves flickered and sparked. Stellan screamed as he shattered but only had a moment to enjoy the heady lightness in his limbs before Fenrir’s head snapped back and he let out a loud howl. Stellan raised his head and blinked down between them just as a large, red veiny knot pushed from Fenrir’s sheath and swelled down his length. “No!” Stellan gulped but Fenrir was insensate as he thrust faster and became wilder. Fenrir’s lips pulled into a snarl and saliva dripped from his fangs as he hunched and rutted over Stellan. “You have to…” Stellan tried to yell but bright, burning pain and hard, throbbing pressure filled his core before Fenrir’s roar shook the cave. There was a hard, hot rush and Stellan saw his stomach swell as cum flooded his passage. “Stop,” he slurred before everything went dark.