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Beast. Canine. Wolven Devil.

These are a few of the many names that were cast upon the fenrir throughout his life, following him in his shadow. 

This was an understandable side effect of his strength, speed, and power, which far exceeded those of the pitiful creatures that inhabited this shared land. For he was not man, nor was he the simple wolf whose shape he borrowed.

He towered over his fellows from even as a pup, the lone survivor in his litter having devoured his kin in the womb. He learnt early that only the strong can live in this world, and so, alone, he traversed the earth.

Every sunset, every battle, every war waged and every city lost becomes a mere note in the interminable passage of time. 

He has razed human civilisations with little guilt. No dopamine stirring his brain in his idle decimation of animals and men alike in search of thrill. He was a force of nature, a legend written in blood and fear. A man’s life was that of a flickering flame, whereas his was the sun:

Blinding, ancient and absolutely ruinous.

In the face of this fenrir, humans were like insects, their faces and voices overlapping in the years—their lives like sand on the beach, so easily washed away with time, like dry leaves beneath his paws, so easily crushed without thought.

And yet, months had passed, or perhaps mere weeks, and his heart—if the great, pulsing mass of muscle in his chest could be called so, had softened.

It had softened for a lowly human.

Ah, no. 

That wouldn't be right. 

Mukoda was no average human. A human from another world. Whose cuisine—and his uniquely soothing scent—made Fel roll right over. Like a domestic dog, dignity surrendered, begging for a belly rub.

It’s funny. 

For a pathetic man like Mukoda, who insisted on Fel’s protection, he did show a smidge of spine—only when he was faced with the pain of growth. Mukoda preferred the pain of staying where he was to facing the trials of learning to fend for himself—insistent on the stance of relying solely on Fel.

How foolish. 

And utterly enamouring.

It’s not as though Fel is unaware of Mukoda’s abnormality either. It would be remiss of his vigilance if he did, rather, he noticed it from that first night. 

To begin, Fel hadn’t sensed any other fenrirs in his domain, and none would prance around so carelessly in another’s territory. Not when Fel had thoroughly scented his region. It went against their nature as canines, a violation of wolven law, deeply embedded in their roots.

So, he had partially come down anticipating a fight, claws out for a deadly slash.

With the smell of roasted meat wafting through the air reaching his strong nose as he descended, so did the most puzzling yet alluring scent. 

Only for Fel to be surprised, the savory scent trailed back to… a group of pathetic humans. Except with those humans, came the most intoxicating scent, radiating off the scrawniest one. The one who trembled beneath his gaze, who seemed to be held together only by fear.

He had loomed over the creature, watching it yelp as Fel demanded a taste of his food. 

However, now, his mouth watered for another reason that had nothing to do with hunger. 

A Human Omega. A prize he had never known existed till now, caught between his fangs.

It was intriguingly odd. He had been so sure that humans were not influenced by designations. They lacked the ability to scent their comrades, or even bond the same way beasts of the earth could to show companionship. As a result, Fel had been of the notion that humans were simply incapable of possessing such baser instincts.

Clearly, though, he was wrong.

Then again, the others were a scentless, scurrying mass. It seemed his human had been the only one capable of having a unique scent.

He could remember that night vividly. Fel fought his own inner alpha, which had raised its head in utter, demanding interest at the anomaly. It pressed him to go and press his nose to the nape of the omega. To breathe in that rich, warm, all things homey and—

Well, Fel did not get to this point over all these thousand years by being swayed by his mere instincts like some baseless pup. Instead, he made a contract.

An easy arrangement, with low loss on his side. Fel offered protection for a supply of thousands of delicacies that surpassed anything he had ever tasted in millennia. Great food and a bond with a human for hardly 50 years? 

It was a blink in his life.

A deal so slanted in his favour it was practically theft.

Now, however… that contract has become less about food. It had become more about that primal urge to claim, to bite. 

It was like a bird was trapped beneath the bone of his ribcage, fluttering, beating its wings. 

It was maddeningly contradictory, because for all Mukoda’s insolent brattiness—which grit on Fel’s nerves and baser instincts to be obeyed, calling for Fel to scruff the omega and bend him over in his nest and fuck the attitude right out of him—Mukoda is undeniably caring. 

Mukoda did not attempt to flee Fel. Instead, he pressed his frame against Fel’s stronger body, tucked against the curve of the older’s furred chest, burrowing into Fel’s throat like a tempering weight. He feeds Fel the most fulfilling of foods. His sweet voice scolds Fel, but he never recoils, his touch like a balm Fel has grown to crave.

It sets aflame something in the fenrir’s gut. And worse—for the first time in aeons—Fel felt the stirring heat between his hind legs. 

The abysmal urge to breed.

Mukoda truly made the case worse, building the bed of his own undoing. 

It spurred Fel’s… less than appropriate thoughts.

Wasn’t that a thought? Mukoda, swollen with his pups. It would be the natural order of things, wouldn’t it?

He invited Fel into the velvet of his nest, where the air grew thick with their combined scent and heat at night. Mukoda was wanton in his space, sharing his bed with a monster, like it was a natural thing. 

The human was just as oblivious with his affections. With a tender, terrifying lack of caution, he pressed his face into the delicate crook of Fel’s nape, where his scent glands all but soaked himself in the fenrir’s scent: Cedar and Honey. He had the recklessness to rub the intoxicating sweetness of his own scent all over Fel’s waiting fur, making Fel’s alpha purr at what it saw as mutual claiming of his potential mate. 

And the bathing, oh, the bathing. Mukoda had no idea of the violence he wreaked in Fel’s skull.

They shared the steam and water, which bared every curve of plump, ivory flesh to Fel’s gaze. Carelessly, he offered his throat, his thighs, and his pale, supple chest to the fenrir's aching fangs. 

Be it aware or not, it was a devastating display of invitation, the final fulfillment of the contract’s design.

Which was a pity for Mukoda, to be so blind to the inevitable. If only his human was as aware of the imminent, looming danger as he was of minor harm, like a stray slime or a cold night.  

If only Mukoda could remember that the beast that hung over his shoulder, guarding his every step, was not a domestic mutt but rather a creature of the accursed earth.

A beast whose appetite can only be stifled so much in the face of the perfect, oblivious mate. One who offered his soft, sweet throat with such eyes full of trust.

That which, Mukoda, does little to curb Fel’s agonizing craving.

—

It isn't a sudden change, really. Fel had felt this way from the start; the desire was merely a bud then, before maturing into the sprawling invasive bloom that it was today. A growth fed by Mukoda’s soft words reserved for him, to the richness of his cooking and the very way Mukoda existed.

It was no wonder that things got to this point.

However, humans were fragile. Fel would not like to even risk hurting his mate in a careless mating, no matter how much his blood screamed at him to bite, to claim, and to drag the man into a den beneath the earth where the rest of the world could never touch Mukoda again.

Oh, how Fel would love to see that skin bruised and bitten. How his blood rushed with the urge to see the pale slope of his throat to shoulder covered in the indents of his teeth. To smell Mukoda’s very being covered in Fel’s own scent, to ward off unwanted suitors both humans and monsters the same.

However, the unfortunate truth was that for all Fel’s want, his pride held one major fault: He had no interest in vocalising these feelings. He would rather swallow thorns before reciting sappy poetry when in his world actions speak better than words.

And really, actions have been said enough.

So he consulted his Goddess.

Who was, predictably, ecstatic.

“Yes! What lovely news to hear!” His Divine Ninrir’s voice echoed in the chambers of his mind, her voice shimmering in delight. “I fully support your intentions!”

Another voice drifted in, perhaps Agni or another more crude member of the pantheon. “Ninrir—be realistic, how would they even fit? That’s like asking a horse to mount a mouse here.”

It irritates Fel to be spoken about so faithlessly, yet he holds his tongue.

“Hush!”  Ninrir snapped, though her voice remained airy. “That is an intimate hurdle for my beloved fenrir. Nature provides its way for every lock and key! I'm sure he doesn't intend on hurting the otherworlder.”

Fel’s mental growl was jagged. I would sooner tear my heart out. He thought, low and defensive.

“See?” She cooed, her presence leaning close to the shell of Fel’s ear. For the first time in a long while, Fel could feel a shift in her tone. “You’re quite smitten.”

Then more firmly, “But tell me… do you not worry about his perspective? When your rut demands his heat, will he recognize the beast he’s brought into his bed?”

Fel felt a shiver of cold in his gut at the question, his mind drifting back to those wide, dark and trusting eyes, imagining them filled with fear instead. Fel shook his head to rid those thoughts, those nasty, nasty thoughts. If our cycles overlapped, that would make things a world easier. Mukoda would produce ample slick to prevent any sort of tearing.

Then of more importance. He will only be thinking of me.

“And the bite?” Another goddess spoke up, almost curious, “I'm sure the otherworlder wouldn't run away either, but you are a monster. Your teeth are made to crack the marrow of dragons. Can you be gentle enough to mark a throat so soft?”

The image of that bare throat flashed, and he felt the saliva build in his mouth, tongue throbbing. I will learn, he promised, humans are fickle things after all. They want for one thing, yet do another. 

And in the hypothetical that Mukoda would dare run, well, he would not get far. How could the fragile otherworlder flee from the very fenrir that guarded him? It was laughable. With all the time they had spent together, Fel had Mukoda’s honey scent seared like a brand on his soul. It was like a thread Fel could follow effortlessly through cities, mountains and even the thickest of jungles.

There was nowhere he could run, no place he could hide. Mukoda was already claimed in every other sense that mattered to Fel’s instinct. All Mukoda needed was his bite, to press the indelible mark into the flesh of his mate.

Fel just needed the right moment—one which seemed to be perpetually out of reach.

Between the addition of Sui and Dora, and the constant travelling, there seemed to be no place for privacy. In the forest the four of them shared a spread. In the cities most abodes barred him from entering. There seemed to be a lack of places for Fel to claim his mate. Fel didn’t want to take the man so callously, let alone have unwanted spectators.

It was agitating. The lack of physical release leaves Fel venting the only ways he knows how: by slaughtering monsters and gorging on food. They were only hollow substitutes, not at all filling the clawing ache in his chest nor the pulsing heat below his waist. In what time he had to himself, he brooded. How would Mukoda take it all? Would he sob when Fel's girthy tip parted his lower lips, or would be moan wantonly and beg for Fel? 

Maybe he would arch his back, preening and presenting himself nicely for his alpha. Though, Fel had low hopes for that idea, even if it did get his blood hot. No, Fel would likely have to work for it. He would have to see to groom the brattiness out of his omega, to show him the true meaning of belonging.

Honestly, the beauty of it all would be that no one would dare rescue him. They would be far too busy shunning him for cavorting with a creature of another species. Not that Fel would allow those words to reach Mukoda’s ears.

But time grated on Fel’s nerves, passing like water in a flowing creek.

That is until they reached the coast. Where waves crashed against the docks as the townsfolk cheered over the defeat of a kraken—a defeat Fel played a large paw in.

The guildmaster had kindly provided them with what was a spacious settlement, one a human noble had resided in prior. High ceiling, wide walls, ample space.

Fel had been about to pounce on Mukoda. He was driven past the point of restraint, ready to claim the man regardless of Mukoda’s lack of heat. 

Then, the moment came. 

When that night, as the brilliant, crackling of what Mukoda called fireworks exploded over the beach, Fel caught a breath of air that cut through the stench of smoke and sulphur—the subtle, sweet current carried on the salty ocean breeze. 

It was Mukoda’s preheat.

Dora could clearly sense it too, given the pixie dragon’s worried fluttering about Mukoda, who was none the wiser to what was occurring in his body. However, with one glance at Fel, seeing the absolute focus in the fenrir's gaze, he gave a single nod.

To the other, the darkness of the night was a spectacle, but to Fel, the world narrowed down to a single point. The scent was a crack in the dam that was his patience, and yet…

It was perfect.

—

The night was cold beyond the stone walls of the manor. The sky filled with the thin remnants of chemicals from their little event on the beach. 

However, now with the wolf’s fluid grace, Fel finally enters the bedroom.

The heavy door clicks shut behind him with the finality of a gun. His eyes, animalistic and assessing, fix on the sight of the bed with the skill only an apex predator like him could have. Truly, Fel’s alpha growls in appreciation at the sight on the bed of Mukoda lost to instinct and stripped of all sensibilities.

Something he found to be a mesmerizingly satiating sight.

Mukoda’s bare, milky skin is slick, coated with sweat, gleaming in the low light of the moon as he mindlessly grinds down against a pillow between his thighs. The slope of his back arched into the bed as he cants his hips up on his knees, the cold breeze brushing his plump, glistening lips. It hides nothing, not at all, bearing his most intimate place to Fel’s hungry gaze. 

Fel can make out the way his folds part wetly, a viscous strand of slick pulling away, before breaking when he pulls away from the cushion. It leaves a darkened spot from the eager rutting. The poor thing must be burning up, his alpha trills in the confines of his skull.

His nose relishes the musk and heated flesh seared into the air, almost aphrodisiacal to the alpha. Fel’s eyes flutter.

The hunger in him roiled as that smell welcomed him.

Fel, giving one last, precursory check that his sound-cancelling barrier was absolute—no one would be interrupting him nor would they be allowed to even hear—allowed a low growl to reveal his presence.

It was a sound that tore Mukoda from his haze, clearly too focused on his needs. The small human flinches back violently with a squeal. 

His hands pawed at the furs as he squeaked before his dazed gaze snapped onto Fel. His hazy eyes could clearly recognize the fenrir’s shape at the least, and that was enough for him to start growling at Fel in a way that can only be described as cute, pathetic even, something so obviously not in his nature. It itches the back of Fel’s larynx, the sound all hollow and throaty. 

That is before his flushed face grows even redder, deepening into a horrified scarlet as his eyes finally, finally, focused on the form looming over him. 

“F-Fel? You shouldn’t be here—I—” Fel watches as the man uselessly scrambles for the sheets to cover his form, as if his pheromones don’t speak before him. As if Fel hasn’t seen enough. There’s something beautiful about the way the pink of Mukoda’s tongue wets his lips as he tugs at the sheets to cover himself.

“You’re in heat.” Fel offers bluntly, not one to beat around the bush, one paw set on the bed. Fel croons low as he snout nudges the fat of Mukoda’s cheek, lapping at his tears and drool, as he surrounds the omega with his own scent. The aroma unwittingly relaxing the omega just a smidge, drawing out a mewl.

The omega’s gaze is unstable, eyes clearly unfocused yet he clings to his remaining sanity like an animal starved, brows upturned in clear distress that draws Fel closer.  “W-what?”

He opens his mouth to retort, hands ready to push Fel away. That’s before his brows pinch in pain, curling in on himself, as he shoved a hand to mindlessly cup his mound.

“Oh—ohmygod—I’m gonna die—” The omega writhes, eyes growing damp with tears, “Why the fuck is it so hot—”

The canine’s ears twitch back, his alpha upset at the sheer fear in Mukoda’s voice and yet he maintains his composure. 

“Y-you should just leave—” a whimper, “ohmygoodness—this might be the end of me.”

“Leave? And why would I do that?”

Fel’s voice is layered in amusement, almost dangerously patient with the last drops of Fel's restraint. He can see the way his words slowly click together in Mukoda’s head, and he can see the way his brows knit together in wary confusion as he leans back to put some distance between the two of them. “Whu—what do you mean why? Fel—”

Fel jumps onto the bed with the slyness of a cat, looming over Mukoda as he chuffs. “Do you really think I came here for no reason?”

However, when Fel lowers his head closer, a deliberate and slow motion, to bury his nose into the crook of Mukoda’s neck, Mukoda growls once more, tight in his throat. The sound makes Fel’s eyes narrow into slits and his almost cheeky demeanor drops, replaced by the fenrir he truly was.

The air turned cold with the tension he emitted through sheer being. For a moment, all that goes through Fel’s mind is: how dare the audacity of his human? How dare Mukoda try to deny him after all he'd done, how dare he deny Fel his due? He was at Fel’s discretion, to be held and cherished, to be hidden and fucked at Fel’s mercy.

His gaze, sharp and penetrating, lacking any humour he allowed before. Mukoda stared up at him with wide eyes, breaths turned into shuddering inhales as Fel glowered.

Mukoda clearly hadn’t meant it, that much Fel could allow. The human’s wide eyes glazed over, shakily catching his breath to still the rumble. Yet, even when he ceases his growling, Fel just flicks his tail, tsking flatly, devoid of his prior amusement. “You truly have gotten too comfortable.”

Then he releases his own pheromones, deep and suffocating with his irritation. They overwhelm the only other in the room. It makes Mukoda cough, and as his eyes begin to water, Fel takes the chance to shove his tongue down Mukoda’s throat, thick and slimy finally burying deep past those soft, petal lips.

It’s a tight fit. 

Though, that comes to no-one’s surprise as Mukoda, though maybe average compared to his fellow men, can hardly hold a pail to Fel’s domineering size.

It's not a kiss, not really, Fel can't abide by that right now. Not with how he hungers and especially not now when he's being given a taste of something he's deprived himself of for so long. His tongue draws along his teeth, tracing the curves of his inner jaw and tongue, sucking on Mukoda’s taste.

The sight makes the air thicker and far more heated than Mukoda could ever handle, and yet as Mukoda’s hands clutch for purchase on the furs of Fel’s nape, the fenrir can only groan at the need in his hold, anchoring himself to Fel.

Fel’s broad tongue laps and strokes Mukoda’s palate, coaxing soft, cute, gasps from him that wash away Fel’s rage like sand on the beach, softening the kiss.

Finally, when Fel pulls back, Mukoda shudders—not from pain, but from the unbearable relief of being held, of being touched. It’s all against himself, Fel can only watch with utter delight as Mukoda whimpers, leaning into Fel’s touch when he brushes his snout against the human’s damp cheek. Fel can’t help but mutter under his breath.

“So cute…”

The words make Mukoda flinch, eyes snapping up at the wolf, round, before flickering across the fenrir’s face. Fel laps at the drying trails beneath his eyes. “What? Don’t believe me?”

“Enough—you’ve had your fun! Don’t play with me—!” Mukoda hissed cattily. His blunt claws swiped at the fenrir to push him away. Fel growled in return, getting much more agitated. 

Truly, the two of them were like flint and steel. 

“And why would I waste my breath lying to you?”

He loomed over the omega, shadow swallowing him whole as he caged the man between his forelegs, staring down at him with sharp, heated golden eyes. “Perhaps we should lay the groundwork from now on. I would never lie to you about something like this. And you should learn, quickly, how much it enrages me to be doubted.” 

Mukoda eyes squinted up at him and Fel stilled, huffing, the movement of his tongue as he cleaned up the trails of tears, the human’s lack of trust in his words irritates him more than he’d like to admit.

“You think of me so cruelly, have I not saved you? So, why would I not save you for myself.”

“Saved me?” Mukoda can’t help but gape at that, Fel kisses another tear away, painfully tender.

“I am your saviour. Truthfully, do you think you would’ve lasted a day out in those woods without me?” Between the rockbirds, the goblins, hell even a slime might’ve done him in. Mukoda jerked at his words before averting his gaze to the sheets.

“I can always smell you too.” 

Mukoda’s gaze snaps back up.

“Mnh—ah, smell?”

“You know what I mean.” Fel laps lower against Mukoda’s collarbone where that honey scent is stronger, that his before his snout dips down to nudge at Mukoda’s mound, hot breath ghosting the sensitive flesh there. Fel intends on making his intentions very clear, afterall, Mukoda’s with him for life, whether he wants to or not.  “I want to taste you.”

“I want to take you, breed you full of my pups.”

His heated gaze made Mukoda jolt back. Mukoda could hardly stifle his spluttering, sweaty face growing slightly pale as he registered those words. “No! F-fel—wait, you're being ridiculous!”

“That’s—nonono—a dirty place for humans—It, you shouldn’t. You wouldn’t even fit!” The human’s excuse sounds too pitiable, so shrill and meager in the way he tries to sway Fel otherwise. 

And, Goddess help the fenrir, no matter the feeble bleating that falls from Mukoda’s mouth, all Fel can stare at are his bitten lips. The flesh is so pink and agitated from Mukoda’s blunt teeth that Fel throbs to make them redder. Because for all his excuses and weak evasions, Fel knows what he wants— 

And he’s getting tired of words. 

His pupils thin into black needles. Fel knows that Mukoda would be left to writhe alone in his heat. Left to smolder from the inside out if Fel leaves now.

It grates on the last of Fel’s patience, clearly, words are not getting to this man. So he does what he knows. With his eyes fluttering close, he took one breath, letting that sweet, dizzying scent overpower the last of his patience. He pressed his mouth to the crook of Mukoda’s neck, suckling once, sharply.

And bites down.

The scent of sweet, almost savory honey explodes in the room.

Perhaps Fel had always been a pervert. 

Maybe he just never met the right person till now. After all these years of spitting on the mere idea of romance, let alone fucking—well, he might as well be called a hypocrite.

His eyes staring up at Mukoda’s flushed, mortified face, hidden behind his hands. The idea isn't too far off as the beast laps at Mukoda's neck with a steady hunger only a beast could have, making the omega all the more stimulated with each swipe.  His teeth ache, ache, ache so fiercely, to bite all over Mukoda as he feels the burn begin to seep into the hollow of his bones as well. His rut, bleeding into the tension around them, as Mukoda, so perfectly, fit right beneath him.

Something Fel could hold onto, something he could cherish and protect. Something he should consume before it dared to run away, let another unworthy try to stake their claim over Fel’s superior own.

His cock is almost the size of Mukoda’s arm, twice and girth with an almost angular tip. The purple mass slaps against Mukoda’s pussy with a dirty thwop, mussing the ebony strands that cover the mound, before Fel presses in just a smidge. It makes Mukoda yelp, his hips bucking away as he claws uselessly, still gasping for air from the suffocating tension. His eyes rolled back, as he gripped Fel’s chest for an anchor and Fel soaks the touch in appreciatively. 

“Waitwaitwait—this- this is my firsttimefel.” Fel’s ears perk up at the admission as he pulls away to stare down at the omega, considering just fucking into him already not matter his mazed heated state. It’s like the omega was deliberately trying to rile him up. 

Mukoda. Mukoda. Mukoda. Mukoda. Mukoda. Mukoda.

His tongue eases its way down his neck, trailing wet kissing down to a puffy nipple, hard from the omega’s heat. The flesh is as soft and giving as Goddess Ninrir had warned. Fel must be gentle, so, so gentle, as he suckles the mouthful of tit he’s latched onto. It draws a high keen from his omega’s throat, the sound beautiful like a bird’s song, his breath shuddering like a butterfly’s wings in his chest.

He can’t help the way he humps Mukoda’s mound, sliding that thick length between those plush but puny pussy lips. There's a sweet slick that smears up the side of his cock, coating his hardening length as he presses it against the quivering warmth of his omega. A bit of fumbling and his cock-head traces along the seam of Mukoda’s folds, dipping between them with an eager press. The action inadvertently caused Mukoda to spread his thighs for his alpha—such a beautiful sight for Fel, to see every inch of soft pink folds bare open for him. 

Just for him. Such a satisfying sight.

Fel hasn’t even started, and his omega’s eyes were reddened, tears settling in fat droplets on his lashline just from these few ministrations. His omega was really the purest face of an omega in heat, one that wouldn’t be satiated till Fel knotted him and bred him to the brim with his seed. 

“Nh! W-wait Fel, please! It won’t fi—it!” His voice cracks, kiss-swollen lips parting to plead with the fenrir. His words slurring and his eyes straining to focus on the thing between Fel’s legs. The alpha’s tip draws back, with it a line of clear stickiness connecting him to Mukoda’s vulva. Fel can’t help but whine at the words, before conceding, with a gruff sound. 

Instead Fel dipped down— 

and began to eat.

Mukoda’s words fall away into lovely whines as Fel buries his snout between his pale, bare thighs, sandwiched between the fat like he belonged there. As he runs his tongue along the shiny, slicked-up fat lips of his vulva, the wolf’s eyes flutter, the taste so heavenly he can’t help but groan. Fel savours it in the slow and methodical strokes of his so-large tongue that gives punishingly, careful flicks to his sensitive button. Fel hums all the while, like he’s eating a feast with each suckle and prod. The flush of Mukoda’s face has spread down his chest, painting his skin a rosy pink, head thrown back once Fel begins eating in earnest. 

“Pleasepleaseplease—Fel! Fel—Ohmygod—I think I’m gonna—” The omega’s pleading, hands tugging tightly at the furs on the alpha’s head. His hips twisting this way and that, though he cants his hips back into Fel’s open maw. Each vibration felt like it could topple Mukoda right over. He can’t help the way he starts sniffling now, because he knows instinctively things would only get more stimulating and Fel hasn’t even begun.

It’s a whole new world of stimulus, that fat tongue pushing the hood back pulling a shriek, high and throaty, from Mukoda’s throat before blowing on the apex. That is before he decides to probe deeper with his tongue, wet and covered in the omega’s cream. The fenrir can’t help but make a show of lolling the mess on his tongue out to make the man squirm even more, that is before delving back in.

Mukoda’s pussy clenches around his tongue as he thrusts it deep into that sweet, sweet core, stretching him wide. Its length reaches deep, rubbing till his cervix. It makes Mukoda gasp raggedly, back arching as that tongue presses against bundles of nerves he never knew. His brain can’t even fathom why he would’ve wanted to deny himself this. Not when it was so fucking good.

His thighs trembling is testament to that.

His brain is so foggy, so fuzzy as pleasure overwhelms his senses that when Fel finally pulls back. Mukoda can’t stop the way his face crumples in sadness at the emptiness. His legs frantically try to draw him back, to wrap around the fenrir’s broad abdomen impossibly, crying. “Hah—ah, n-no, Fel! Please—I need you—”

The fenrir laps at his own lips, savoring the taste, before leaning to press a soothing kiss to Mukoda’s lips. He moved back down to nuzzle his scent gland, delighted in the way Mukoda now readily bared his throat to him, pulling a purr from his chest.

After all these years of restraint, Fel should be allowed to lose some of his restraint and devour the object of his affections. Shouldn’t he?

Bumping his cockhead once more against that nub, Mukoda stared at that large cock once more with wide eyes, a cocktail of worry, fear and need. “You’re so big…”

Fel pressed deeper, parting those slick folds, his teeth bared in a macabre mockery of a human smile. Something any other human might’ve wet themselves because of. Except his human was no average human. His human blinked those lidded, dumb eyes up at him. Expectant. “Yeah. Big everywhere.” he says proudly, then, “We might break the bed.”

Mukoda whined, tears dripping down his lashline, down thin cheeks. Something in Fel growls at the image, and he makes a mental note to fatten his omega up more later. 

“It—I don’t think it will fit.” Mukoda insists once more.

“We can start with the tip.” A white lie. Fel would never settle for just the tip inside of his beloved, but he supposes a sweet lie is better in this situation.

“The tip—? Ah!” Mukoda whispers before Fel, biting his tongue, slides in just minusculely from where he had notched himself, but even then, the stretch is obscene. Obscene is an understatement. Mukoda’s hand slips down between his own legs, fingers fumbling between his slippery folds to tug on his own fattened nub like a cocklet. 

“Tight! Damn—” Fel breathes, harsh and utterly ruttish in the shell of the other’s ear.

The puffy, pink flesh twitches as it’s bullied into letting the bulbous head inside, wet folds almost taut around Fel’s length. However, regardless of the lewd amount of slick leaking down Mukoda’s thighs from his heat, the omega can’t help but cling to Fel in pain—or maybe just shock from the sudden breech. It makes Fel rock his hips, easing the slide before the head pops in. 

Mukoda can only pant, the soft, cute gasps edging Fel on to just slam deep, but he holds back. He, for all his inhumanness, would never hurt a being he cherishes so dearly—even if the rush is almost addictive, even with just the tip of him engulfed in that sweet velvet. Fel quickly decides that nothing could ever beat the experience of being inside his mate. Mukoda's cunt might've been small, but its slick, tight grip was felt so much like-like—

Like home. Like somewhere Fel could just… fall apart. 

Which is why with each passing moment, Fel can only grind his teeth together as he pulls out and slides back in, making him quiver with need. It is painfully not enough, like standing at a table of food after starving for an extensive period of time, and only being allowed one plate. But then Mukoda, oh that naive man, grazes his fingers feather-light against Fel’s cheek, before sloppily pressing a kiss to his jaw. His aim is off, Fel notes with glee, as Mukoda’s lips slide down to smack against the fur on the crook of Fel’s jaw.

It all falls through from there.

“You, omega.” Fel breathes, staring down at those lidded-eyes,  almost in disbelief, “You will be the death of me.”

“E-eh? —Ouh!” Fel’s hips snap forward, sliding deep to the hilt and Mukoda can only scream. His eyes snap open before fluttering and rolling back as Fel fucks him into the sheets beneath them. Fragile, human fingers splay and slide down Fel’s front as Mukoda hiccups, cheeks wet anew with tears as Fel sets a punishing pace, that has him fucking the omega into the bed, legs folded to his chest in a ‘V’ shape.

It’s one that has the bed’s headboard slamming against the wall in time with each of Fel’s thrusts as he all but carves out a place for himself in Mukoda’s pussy. It has Mukoda’s body trembling fully, ivory skin flushed a rosy pink down to his chest and stomach. The lithe flesh now bulging blatantly with Fel’s cock. Amusedly, Fel nuzzles the bulge with his snout, pressing down to feel all of him beneath the worked flesh like a child with a new toy, the action serves only to rub Mukoda in all the right ways, his mounting orgasm finally tipping.

“Ahn, ahah—”

It makes Mukoda keen, voice hoarse as he gives one last wail before falling limp on the sheets. His pussy shudders around Fel’s cock, slick travelling in viscous lines down the backs of his thick, quaking thighs and cleft of his ass. It leaves a lewd pool on the bed, seeping into the rippling fabric of the sheets.

If anything, Mukoda’s orgasm drives Fel on, jackhammering into Mukoda’s used cunt like a wolf on a mission to breed. 

Fel nibbles on what little pudge the human had gotten from eating so well these last months hardly showed, as the girth made him look almost pregnant. 

Pregnant. 

Goddess, the thought makes Fel’s blood roar in his ears, tail wagging eagerly. He hoped his seed would take. Fel had been a lone pup in his litter, but the mere image of his omega, surrounded by pups in their shared image was just too much. If Mukoda even dared to think about trying to leave after this, his soft heart would stop at the idea of leaving such a small, innocent creature behind without him, let alone one whose survival depended on him. And if the first didn’t work, Fel growled, then the second would, or the one after. 

Not that Fel would allow such thoughts to even take up space in the mess that was Mukoda’s mind. No, it would do the alpha well to fuck them right out of his little head. Where would he even go? Who else would protect Mukoda as well as Fel could? Though, the idea of having a romantic story of chasing his pups’ wayward mother down to bring him back to his rightful nest did sound quite appealing… but too heart palpitating for the fenrir. 

Even more so… Fel raised his head to kiss Mukoda’s pert hard nubs, left so pitifully unattended. The canis gave one a suckle, tongue flicking to tease the man again, making Mukoda twist, eyes clouded and darting around in shock at the sudden double assault on his senses. His body quivered, shuddering in all the heat as his walls grew slick and tight around Fel even more, drawing a harder suckle.

“Ahn ah—” his omega wails, pathetically, hands wringing the sheets beside his head.

What would it be like to see his babies in this position, drinking sweet milk from their mother’s warmth? They would be of Fel’s canis blood, and would likely share Fel’s voracious appetite, they would likely cling to their dame, glutting themselves on their mother’s puffy teats. Fel could only assume Mukoda would not go a day without leaking, his chest—or properly, his tits—swollen plump with milk. Oh, Fel could not wait to see these tits grow engorged, heavy with proof of his claim. Would they have Mukoda’s raven hair or Fel’s azure fur? Would they have Mukoda’s eyes or Fel’s red ones? The thoughts make his head grow foggy.

Would Mukoda let Fel sup his share after?

Fel could only hope so. He can only groan with pleasure at the mental image of Mukoda waddling about, gravid with his litter and dripping milk like a leaky faucet, thoroughly pupped for the winter and wearing his bite. It makes him hunger more than anything. 

Fel had seen pregnant humans in passing, their bloated bellies preventing them from doing even the lightest of actions. The idea that Mukoda would have to turn to the so-called glutton of the group for everything made Fel’s skin prickle in anticipation. 

He would be the one to wipe Mukoda’s brow, the one to arrange his nest when he found it to be uncomfortable. He would be the one to set his chin on the slope of Mukoda’s shoulder, covering his honey with his own scent, marking the man as inaccessible.

Him. 

“Fuck!”

His knot, a firm thing, popped in and out of Mukoda’s rim with a vulgar squelch each hump. It made his human wriggle beneath him, instinctively trying to squirm away from the steady growth. 

Mukoda garbled out, eyes snapping open at the sensation. They dart up and down between his legs and Fel’s face, “Mhmh—ohoh—oh, n-no ouh, whu–t is that? Feeeel!” 

Perhaps it’s the overstimulation. Each thrust drew mewls and whimpers, sounds that delighted the fenrir. 

His cock drags along Mukoda’s walls, so large that it presses against all the right spots Mukoda can’t help the way he goes cross-eyed, legs twitching. A loud, pornographic sound is ripped from his throat, one that Fel knows if Mukoda were in his right mind would’ve made him cover his face.

Instead, his legs uselessly try to wrap around Fel’s broad abdomen, lips staining the furs on Fel’s front with his slick. It’s a sight, watching as with each pump of that thick, engorged cock, his pussy creams more. In fact, with each rapid thrust, his slick only foams up, vulva spread impossibly wide to the point his pussy lips looked almost thin. Mukoda hiccuped.

Fel beared his teeth as he focused his thoughts on fucking Mukoda into the sheets. “Shit, you're really squeezing me tight, huh? Just can't get enough?  Love it so much, you know human dick could never compare.”

Fel can see a glimpse of soberness in Mukoda’s otherwise blissed-out gaze, as the man tried to demur. “Wh—no—”

“Oh? No?” Fel leaned close to his ear, “You know, I think you do. You know, everyone thinks that you're so prudish. Never bothering to flirt or mingle with your lot. But that couldn't be further from the truth.”

Slick skin slapped lewdly against each other, and grey fur tickled his sensitive skin. Mukoda’s ass had grown red from the friction of each smack and thrust. 

“You just know you wouldn't get any better than my knot. Don't you? After all, it's the knot that lets you live day to day, and makes life so much easier. Feeds you n’ keeps you so, so safe.”

Mukoda’s eyes rolled back, womb sucking Fel deeper. The beast couldn't help but laugh, a roarious thing.

“Oh? And what about Sui?” Fel asked with a teasing lilt, “Will you give Sui a few siblings to play with?”

In a much deeper rumble, “You know that child could use some company.”

Mukoda’s cunt spasmed around him in another stomach-rippling orgasm, milking Fel as Mukoda sobbed yesses. The beast growled at the sight of the dopey, fucked-out look on Mukoda’s face, mouth opening into an ‘o’ shape as he threw his head back, completely lost to pleasure. Stooping down, Fel licks up Mukoda’s chest, tasting the salt on his skin, grumbling contentedly.

Fel’s knot, finally on the cusp of locking them together, pops back into that pussy with vigor, before finally not being able to be yanked back out. The typical response to the warmth and slick heat of an omega in estrus. His omega to breed full of his pups. Instead, his thrusts picked up in speed, all but humping, piledriving into the tight, perfectly plump and wet pussy. It drives his cock deeper, making Mukoda’s legs all but vibrate.

Schlick! Shlick! Shlick!

At this point, each thrust left Mukoda with no thoughts in his head, the man stammered, drool dripping down his chin as he stared dazedly at Fel. Fel cocked his head. “Hm?”

Mukoda weakly stammered. “‘Love you…”

Fel’s ears perked up, eyes dilating as he picked up his thrusts, making Mukoda keen, eyes falling shut, tears escaping beneath those fluttering lashes. “What was that love?”

“I love you!—Love you!”

It's all babble, rolling of Mukoda’s fucked-loose tongue. The words send sparks up Fel’s spine more than any rut, and against himself his eyes thin into slits. 

Mukoda isn't given a response, rather the snap of jaw on his neck is all that awaits him, blood dripping down his chest. It’s the last straw and his knot finally sticks, holding them together for the first time in a long night.

Fel can only huff as Mukoda passes out on the sheets beneath them, lapping at the blood, though… 

He grins against the teeth marks. Fel had the whole night.

—

“Ahahah—toomuchtomuch—!” Mukoda whimpered as he tried to pull away from Fel on the bed, on all fours with weak arms from the overstimulation he had received—was receiving—the brief moment of lucidity allowed him to feel his heart do all sorts of flips at the way Fel held him so tenderly, eyes full of… love? From how fervently he fucked Mukoda, as if he was the only person in his world. How… could Mukoda possibly be the recipient of the affection in the Great Fenrir's eyes? No, it must be a mistake). Fel merely watched the pale expanse of his back, glistening from sweat, before hooking his paws on his hips and slamming him back down. 

“A-ah—!” Mukoda choked, arms giving out and his face falling, burying into the pillows. His ass is held up by just Fel’s fat cock. It’s painful—painfully good. He can’t stop the way his hips cant up to meet Fel’s thrusts, his knot obscenely popping in and out his wet pussy with at wettest, most disgusting sound, as the prior loads that Fel had fucked into him trickled down Mukoda’s thighs. It sends sparks of molten heat up his spine that causes his mouth to go limp, his gaze is nothing but white, tear tracks stain his cheeks. What little strength he had before evaporated like water, and Mukoda could only try to bite the sheets to muffle his screams.

“Sho m-much, t-too big! N-no,” Mukoda whimpers, the length of a firm mass of muscle pressing tantalizingly rough on his bladder, it feels almost like he’s about to piss himself, “Sh–top! S-slow down—! Gah—” 

And yet, his body tightens up once more, a jet of liquid dribbling onto the sheets beneath the two bodies. The liquid pools on the silky fabric, but Fel still ruts in, it makes Mukoda’s body numb in overstimulation, fingers, toes, everything tingling. Mukoda can hardly choke out another ‘slow down’ or ‘stop’ when Fel is using his pussy like a toy.

Even now, his pussy is so tight from his prior orgasms that Fel’s paws have to pry Mukoda’s ass cheeks apart to slam deeper, tugging his hole taut.

It fucks him dumber than dumb, drooling down his bitten lips onto the pillow. Fel finds it all too pleasurable a sight, to see his omega so satiated that he can't think. 

Fel also feels all too heated at the sight of all the meat on Mukoda, knowing it was his hunts that fattened him up so well. His ass was just perfect, thick and fat, his hips filling out so nicely to cradle his babes. It wasn’t exactly noticeable, given the loose close the man wore regularly— unless you were Fel.

“~~~!” Mukoda splutters out, another orgasm making his gummy wall taut around Fel’s girth. That is until Fel yanks the man upright, back arching in the air as the wolf brushes his tail over Mukoda’s reddened, suckled-raw nipples, making the man sob as Fel grunts. “S-So fucking perfect!”

Mukoda’s eyes pop open as Fel leaned back, sinking Mukoda on his cock deeper in his cunt, Mukoda could hardly fight the way his eyes rolled back into his skull, along with a loud squeal as Fel languidly ground his hips to Mukoda’s ass—that is until Fel snarled against the shell of Mukoda’s ear, “Do you want my knot?”

Just the words, the tone, everything makes Mukoda come once more, hips twitching from the repeated overstimulation. Fel’s tail smacked against Mukoda's slick, hard clit, almost lazy, but the action electrocuted Mukoda even more, his cunt growing tighter and wetter, making him scream.

“I asked a question, Omega.”

A harder flick of his nub while Fel pounds Mukoda’s pussy like the fenrir would die if he stops breeding Mukoda for 10 seconds has the man wailing.

“—yesyesyesyes—k-knot me, Fel—I want your puppies, our babies—please, please—oh—!” Mukoda begged like the fenrir hadn’t been filling him for the last few hours, cunt convulsing around Fel’s thick knot as it swelled enough that he could only hump into Mukoda’s pussy, making the man let out a soft whine before his vision finally gave out, head lolling back as he lay upon Fel’s chest.

Fel, compared to Mukoda, looks like he’d hardly been affected. His breaths are deep and heavy, but not exactly laborious in that he was exhausted. Rather, his tail goes limp in disappointment at the fact his mate had passed out on him, before settling for nuzzling his face against Mukoda’s cheek, inhaling his honey scent and rumbling with great approval at the slight register of his own sharp one mingled between.

Omegas’ scents get sweeter when pregnant, and Fel couldn’t wait until the fruits of his labour were borne, until Mukoda’s honey turned milky with new life.

—

Mukoda bent over the toilet of the manor (and locked the door behind him for a brief moment of privacy) as he puked his breakfast out. It was the 3rd time this morning—he couldn’t hold down dinner, couldn’t hold down any snacks, and now, he couldn’t even hold down any breakfast!

He coughed as another chunk spilled from his lips.

Mukoda had fucked up. His naivety and avoidance was his downfall, how could he be so blind! If he had known, he would’ve never ignored his pussy, from all those moons ago. Sure, he had been horrified when he came to his world and saw his cock was gone, but he still looked like himself, so why would he panic? He could just ignore it.

Well, that decision came to bite him in the ass.

What had he been thinking? Letting Fel into his bed to help him—was his brain too stupid to remember that he had a cunt, that he could get pregnant? How the fuck could he bring a child into this world?

Mukoda could hardly take care of himself, that is why he relied on his familiars!

But the days after their… romp, had passed by so fast, given he had been on bedrest. He had been so sore, from his hips and legs to his tender chest, his soft flesh so easily bruised and marred with bite marks and love-bites from that foodie wolf! Mukoda couldn’t leave bed if he tried, not if he wanted to collapse onto the floor. The days ended with Sui curled up next to him, sobbing, while Fel and Dora chattered about… something.

Now, he gagged, could he even take plan B this late? Birth control? 

Mukoda was a moron, through and through. 

He held his head, the world swinging around him as he stifled his tears, burning his eyes and muddling his vision. How would the baby come out? Mukoda gnawed his bottom lip. What if the baby died outside the womb? Mukoda wouldn’t be able to live with himself, even if the child was a mix between species.

How would a human and a fenrir even work? Mukoda wondered, dazedly staring at the tiles of the bathroom floor. He couldn’t even run. Not from a beast like Fel. Mukoda was terribly worried, for many reasons. How would Fel react? What if this was just a passing situationship, and the wolf wanted nothing to do with a baby?

Mukoda sighed, rubbing his eyes with the ball of his palm, trudging over to the sink to wash the taste of bile from his mouth.

Fel…

Out of all creatures, why did Fel do that? Why did that beast choose him? Mukoda could hardly fend for himself, he could only cook. Mukoda had little to offer.

And yet, his chest ached with a dull throb at the idea of Fel settling with another for the rest of his very long life.

Mukoda turned his head to the door and pulled the knob. 

It’s fine, Mukoda reasoned to himself. If he is in fact pregnant, then he could just hide the pregnancy. Maybe, if he was smart enough, he could run away—or abort it, though Mukoda didn’t quite like that idea though.

His jaw clenched as he took a deep breath and with great reluctance, he stepped outside to join his family.